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Your old comic book collection may be worth just pennies per book -- but it might also be a little goldmine!
The problem is, how you can tell what you have, and how are you going to figure out what it's worth?
Unless you want to spend a lot of time researching exactly what it is you have, how to grade comics, and their current market values, you will be left guessing -- and at the mercy of dealers.
If you bought these comics randomly -- say at an auction, or a garage sale -- then it's impossible to say what you're likely to find.
However, if you collected these as a younger person, or inherited them from an older relative, then we can quite confidently predict what might be in your collection.
If you're under 40 years old:
A collection you put together yourself from new issues will probably not have a lot of value. If you were buying books in the late 1980s and into the 1990s, there are literally thousands of these available. Very few key books exist from this period.
If you spent time and money accumulating older comics in the past, then that's a different story. You probably have a good idea of what you have in this case.
If you're 40 to 60 years old:
A comic book collection formed in your youth might have value. Comic books from the late 1960s and early 1970s always appeal to collectors, especially if they're in great condition.
If you're over 60 years old:
You could be holding a valuable collection, especially if you got a head-start by receiving comic books from a relative, or spent money and time tracking down older comics many years ago.
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An average collector will struggle to justify purchasing the key comic books. So, most people tend to fill in the cheaper gaps at first, and then promise to add the key, expensive issues later on.
Those promises seldom are kept. Life gets in the way; your comic book collection lies forgotten in the basement or the attic.
When you come to sell your collection, it will quickly become apparent that the most expensive comics aren't present, and the overall value of your collection is lower than it might have been.
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What is gastric band hypnosis?
Gastric band surgery is a surgical procedure that involves fitting a band to constrict the walls of your stomach. This will make the stomach much smaller and as such, it won't be able to take as much food as it used to take. This is used to enhance weight loss. Unfortunately, the surgery has a lot of risks and complications.
Gastric band hypnosis is modeled on gastric band surgery. It is a procedure used to make the mind feel like there is a band around the stomach. When you are in a relaxed state, your subconscious will be very receptive to all kinds of suggestions. Hypnotherapists use this opportunity to manipulate your mind to make it feel like a band is fitted in your stomach.
Once your mind accepts this manipulation, your body will begin to respond to it and you will feel like your stomach is smaller in capacity. One of the ways by which your body will respond to the hypnosis is by getting fuller quickly. With just a little amount of food, you will feel full and that way, the quantity of food you take will be drastically reduced.
To achieve better results, it is important to support the hypnosis with better diet and regular workouts. They will all work together to help you reduce your weight more quickly, in a healthy fashion.
The procedure
You will need to schedule an appointment with your hypnotherapist first. This will enable them to discuss matters with you at length. They will need to know all the weight loss techniques that you have adopted. They also need to know your full medical history, your eating habits, and your general attitude towards food. This is very important because a lot of people eat more out of boredom than out of hunger.
This will give them a clearer view about you and your obesity. It will also help them decide if you are eligible for gastric band hypnosis or not.
To carry out the hypnosis, the hypnotherapist will simulate all the stages of a normal surgery. They will incorporate the sound and smell of an operating theatre. You will be fully conscious so they will be talking to you throughout the operation. They will carry you along from one stage to the other.
They will simulate the administration of an anaesthetic. They may also notify you as they begin the virtual incision. You will be notified of the actual band fitting and the stitching of the cut. It is all to condition your subconscious to align to the "surgery".
After the procedure, your hypnotherapist may give you some advice to help you train your mind to retain the memories. That way, your stomach will continue to feel constricted. Depending on the success of the procedure, you may need to see your hypnotherapist again for follow-up appointments.
You may wonder if the procedure will work for you on your weight loss quest. No treatment has a 100 percent success rate. Your success will depend on a variety of factors including how much confidence you have in your hypnotherapist. Many individuals have however reduced their weight dramatically through this therapy.
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November 10th
I'm counting my blessings. There are five of them. Security's wrapped up in bed, nurturing is in the kitchen, luxury soaking in the bath, love's waiting for me on the sofa and creativity's popped out. She'll be back when she feels like it.
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket. I collect them up each month in soft blankets and keep them in willow nests I've made in the trees. At night I go out and listen to the wind whistling through.
I'm seeing the wood for the trees. I spend hours carving the initials of everyone I've ever loved into the bark of young saplings. Over the years I've watched the love grow until some letters take on a life of their own, branching out in all directions.
I'm running before I can walk. I'm gone before you have time to turn around and tell me to stop, that I can't do that, that I'll never be able to do that. See me go. I'm doing all the things you never thought I could.
I'm putting the cart before the horse. It likes the view better that way. It never knew what it was doing before. This way the horse can take an active part in proceedings. Can feel really involved.
I'm falling before my pride. I need to, so I can get to the bottom before it, cradle it safely down in my arms so nothing gets broken, that it isn't damaged, that it can carry on being so beautiful, so big, so vivid.
I'm a bigger fool than any old fool I know. I'm red-shoed, red-hatted, no knickered. I'll fly high up to the sun and flex my unburnt wings. I'll never be sorry one day. I'll never come to my senses. I'm loving every minute.
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I knew things were bad when I had to join one of those groups. It was my job you see, the industry I was working in. Especially at stressful times and I suppose I started to use it as a way to relax. I tried keeping within the limits recommended but slowly, I was creeping over it first occasionally, and then every day. Then I was hiding it. The acceptable limit for most became my appetiser, the amount that made me feel normal but then that was never enough.ReplyDelete
I started getting ratty with the children. If they wouldn't go to bed then I would start to get really agitated, I needed more. I knew it wasn't good for them if I was on it whilst they were still up so I'd hurry them off earlier and earlier each night. At least I had finally started to sleep at night, the tossing and turning had stopped, the night sweats and manic racing of my mind calmed. In fact, I was so comatosed that I couldn't remember a thing.
Financially, it had made an impact of course but I was so cunning that I made adjustments here and there, would buy bogofs in Sainsbury's, skip socialising too regularly (apart from with like-minded souls) and look for any way possible to compensate for the loss of my job. That's guilt for you. But not so guilty that I wanted to give it up. It had become part of me.
In the beginning it had just been in the evenings and then it was the first thing I thought of when I woke up. Before I even got showered or dressed. Or ate. Or drank.
Must go, it's about the time they post today's Your Messages and I need a quick fix. Now.
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 10:01
She always does that, it doesn't matter what or who the situation involves. I search for the facts, I think and plan in advance and I want her to trust me and do it my way. But she always acts spontaneously and bangs her head against a brick wall. I wonder how she doesn't get a headache. I do, simply from watching her.ReplyDelete
I've asked her, begged her times and again to think about things before she acts. She laughed in my face saying I was a chicken and that that just isn't her style. Besides, we're more alike than you'd like to think, she said. You plan ahead and try to cross the bridge before you even get to it. How's that different from acting rashly? She smirks at me and I tingle all over from the annoyance.
But I'm not reckless and I'm not a chicken. I just don't want to get hurt or bear unpleasant consequences if I can avoid it. She doesn't worry about the consequences until they hit her. And honestly, she doesn't seem to be any worse for wear after her escapades. Rather, I get gray her from worrying about her, I get wrinkles from hating myself for worrying and not being able to relax.
For decades she's been my best friend. For decades she's been as different from me as she can possibly be. And it's become a ritual for me to wonder why I love her and cherish our friendship so much. I pretend it is because it's true what she says – we're more alike than I would like to think. But deep down I worry it's because she dares to do what I don't. Until I learn to imitate her and let go I'll suffer from borrowed headaches and undeserved wrinkles.
Sandi looked down at the scattered wrapping paper and ribbons surrounding a gaping hole of a box. It was in there, practically peeping over the edge of the corrogated cardboard, waiting for her to get too close, waiting to pounce.ReplyDelete
She took a sip of tea, and clutched her copy of 'the big square book' as Lionel described it, flicking imaginary dust from the toothpaste striped cover.
By both of them.
Probably worth thousands on eBay.
The box, it had come from Amazon of course, though not the .com one, that was far too American.
She patronised the company, but insisted that everything came from England. She wouldn't even buy the cheap CDs from their Jersey branch after the islands disgraceful behaviour in World War II.
She had never trusted John Nettles, even now he is older and fatter and crime-fighting in chocolate-box-land.
The buzzing; the box started to purposefully creep across the laminate toward her. She felt like that woman in Psycho, what was her name, the dippy one in the shower? Vivien Leigh? No, she was far too strong. Vivien wouldn't have hammed it up quite so much either, she was a proper actress. She would have put up a lot more of a fight. Still, it usually looked simple in the movies; brave - always easy to be.
Sandi adjusted her feet measuring the distance from her perch, to a spot where she knew that the box and its vile inhabitant would arrive.
She waited.
Bzzzzzzz - One
Bzzzzzzz - Two
Bzzzzzzz - Threee...
She jumped, hitting the floor in a ninja street fighter's crouch, gracefully delivering four great thwacks with her copy of 'Messages'.
Sandi stood looking down at the broken, pink plastic rabbit in the box.
Hearing one final Bzzzzz,
feeling nothing..
Rule number one: Show don't tell.ReplyDelete
I close the text books and yawn, creativity already totally stifled for the day. I glance over my latest writing assignment, noting the punctuation errors, the stiff dialogue and the lack of plot substance. I try to understand the tutor's notes.
I have a story I need to tell. A story bursting to get out of my head, to show itself to the world. But do I yet have the tools to enable its successful escape?
I read back what I have written today. It bores me, so surely it won't convince you either. I have tried hard to follow the rules, but I can't make them work. No one will want to read this rubbish.
I might as well delete it now.
Rule number two: Consider point of view.
Most writers are insecure and battle with their inner critic. But how does anyone ever succeed? I really don't know what I am doing here. I can never be a writer, why am I wasting my time?
I must stop winging it with the writing. Now where did I just read that? I'm not flying; I'm about to crash heavily to earth.
Why on earth would anyone want to read my self-indulgent ramblings?
Rule number three: Avoid clichés…
Perhaps I should just listen to my father's warnings and go out to get a 'proper job'. Find some employment which actually pays. Give up my ambitions.
But what is life without a dream?
I drag myself away from the keyboard. Packing my Moleskine notebook into my bag, I head for the library. Burying my head in some classics, I try to understand how the great writers did it. How they managed to incorporate the rules into something timeless.
Rule number twenty: There are no rules.
I'll never laugh on the other side of my face for my face has no sides. "You'd laugh if your arse was on fire." My lover said so but I was just a kid and it never burned, not like that. It would not amuse me. "We're all going to hell in a hand-cart." My husband says so on frosty, window rattling Saturday mornings. I won't make old bones and my face would stand clogging. This is the crying game and when my son is big enough he'll be too old.ReplyDelete
Sister Mary Gabriel asked: Have you anything to say for yourself? But who else would I be saying things for? The Holy Spirit? Lamb of God? Sacred Heart of Jesus? Most gracious advocate? Poor banished children of Eve? When uncle Martin was a child he thought the words of the Kyrie were – Curly Hair with Lice In. He's 80 now, has Alzheimer's but is as clean as a whistle in a sharp suit, mind not like a razor.
Cuttings – the ones on The Bongs, where we played joyfully, are gone now, absorbed into the anonymous landscape of grey and characterless roads; Widnes to Liverpool, Runcorn to Huyton - the road to nowhere. The brook, full of poisons, seeping from the Everite – it's disappeared and we are clean. How big is your carbon foot-print? How green your valley? How blue is your thinking in the sky? How black your heart or purple your prose or yellow the paper you struggle to write on every couple of days? My glasses have been scratched by thorns, lost their focus, have become tinted by nightshades and life – this precious, once in a million race – the good fight, the long and winding road in the woods. Not, a bed of roses.
I can't tell a cliché from a chicle, except that the latter is Mexican. I can chew on them both for countless hours, which probably explains why I like Ferdinand. So let me take the bull by the horns all the way to China. I tend to jump out of the frying pan, so here's my bull story.ReplyDelete
Ferdinand is an alpha bull. He loves to smell flowers and is gentle and sweet. One day, he got hit by anosmia and couldn't smell anything anymore. But he remembered how his horse friends would nibble the flowers he'd get his nose into, and he loved horses nearly as much. That's why I took him to China. It was tough getting him on the plane to Xi'an, but I dressed him in a pink coat and we went economy with Virgin. They're not too fussy and even said we could fly to Mars with them once the route was up. But we had China in our sights now. Ferdinand had always wanted to see Emperor Quin's terracotta army, not so much for the soldiers, but for the horses. He was very gentle and didn't break a thing. Told you he was alpha.
On the way back we detoured over Mexico. Ferdinand wanted some of that gum. I'd told him that we had Chiclets at home, but he wanted the real thing. Before I knew it he'd swallowed a whole 500gm serving and was well into chewing his cud by the time we landed. He burped his way through immigration and at the scan desk a huge blob of gum in his belly came up. Chicle alert!
Seems Chiclets are on the soon-to-be- banned list and Ferdinand copped it for smuggling the stuff. They took him away and it broke my bleeding heart.
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 11:48
Now is the best time.ReplyDelete
In spite of bombs and Bush;
crashing stock markets, housing markets, farmers' markets;
melting ice caps, autumn days in spring and winter floods in summer.
Now we have hi-fis smaller than credit cards, art in every corner and Melly on the telly.
No fumbling with blank tapes and schedules from Radio Times.
One button touch brings a blue screen, another has him waiting to record.
Georgeous George.
His life a reproach to mine.
The music, the lovers, the drink.
Grabbing the microphone at twenty - and never letting go.
Until now. So they fix it to his chair.
Now he's dying and we all: wives; lovers; audience; friends - all are invited to the party.
In these last few days, though the chutzpah of the voice is gone, the truthful knowingness of the smile remains - born of singing and longing and loving and being and larkin' about.
They wrap you round, your mum and dad
Keeping you safe is what they do,
Sheltering you from all things sad
And, sadly, all things happy too.
Schooled by Jung and Freud, reinforced by our rascally political class, it is tempting to look for the truth behind the words.
But, like George, truth is there, still, always up front.
Looking and sounding so happy, just a breath from death.
Some scenes are hard to stomach - for us and him. His lips, once a megaphone for luuuv, now a casement of crone's teeth.
What he can bite he can't swallow, what he can swallow his insides can't digest.
Painfully manhandled up on stage. A memory of that voice which defined Mellyfluous, whispering from the wheelchair mounted mike.
Still Gorgeous George.
An old friend reminding by the glory of his happiness
Even when dying, still loving
Every minute.
Shopping is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Me and the girls, we shopped till we dropped, today, and a good time was had by all. Now I know money can't buy you happiness, so there's no need to take the moral high ground. But I make no bones about it, shopping is the best of all possible worlds. It's true that the best things in life are free, and that applies to shopping, too. What you buy is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm no big spender, it's not as if I'm rolling in it, so I never get more than I bargained for. But put me in the High Street and I'm in seventh heaven.ReplyDelete
Life's a long hard climb, it's not all fun and games, you have to take the rough with the smooth. But when the time is right, girls just want to have fun. And this morning we hit the ground running. Clothes make the woman, they say, so first and foremost we let it all hang out in the changing rooms. Josie, she's not a happy bunny just now although her heart's in the right place, she started rabbiting about girl power. So we moved swiftly on. Diamonds are a girl's best friend, so we checked out the jewellery next, and saw a ring that Alice said was a thing of beauty. Then Brenda said it was ugly as sin, and I had to pour oil on troubled waters by reminding them that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
It's true there is no such thing as a free lunch, so we put our money where our mouths were. And then we did a little more shopping for luck and at the end of the day it was home, sweet home.
It would have never happened if you hadn't come along! Unexpected in your arrival, yet everything is rose colored with you. We go, we run, we play and I am no longer self conscious. I see the love reflected in your eyes. The sound of your laughter encourages me on to greater silliness. Boundaries are unknown. I can do anything. You tell me and I believe you and I believe that you believe it and wish to not disappoint.ReplyDelete
Together we run for no reason, sit when we're tired and lay about if we chose. There is no tomorrow only today. I watch you learning new things and think I can learn new things too.
Your laughter fills my heart and I can tell stories for hours of your many accomplishments and escapades. I'm afraid everyone around me is a little bored with all the chattering on of how "my love does this or that or the other" and I know I should stop, when I suddenly remember something truly fabulous that you did or said and I go on and on and on.
Who would have thought that you could have released this in me? This joy, this creativity, this desire to go and do and be or this contentment in this place. I am happy as a clam – if in fact, clams are happy.
Don't get me wrong there were and are times when I'm at my wits end with you. You have made me so tired I thought I would drop, so frustrated I could scream and so completely at a loss and fearful when I didn't know what was wrong with you that I didn't know what to do.
But you – my darling child – you have given me the greatest gift. You have given me life.
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 14:51
For the first time in her life, Lilia left the house without wearing any knickers. She wished it was under different circumstances. She wished it was because she was feeling frivolous, daring, unrestrained, brazen even. She wished she was on her way to do something outrageous, maybe even lift her skirts to complete strangers in the middle of Trafalgar Square. But she'd never been that sort of person and besides, it was too late for all that.ReplyDelete
Her chest wasn't hurting so much now, but still she feared this might be the last time she'd ever leave her home, with or without her underwear. If she died tonight she hoped they'd engrave For Lilia who left home without any knickers on her headstone. In years to come passers by would wonder about her and perhaps think she was a woman of the night. She must make sure Sally knew to do it, and she must remind her it had to be a burial. None of this cremation lark for her. She preferred to take her chances down there with the worms. Where was Sally? She thought she was coming with her in the ambulance.
It was of course humiliating to be taken off in her nightie – no time to gather her things together, no time to say her goodbyes. It didn't feel so bad, this tightening in her chest. Couldn't they have waited just a minute while she said 'Good-bye' to Percy. And who would fetch his tea for him now? Sally she supposed. They'd get along fine. Perhaps Sally would take him in, after all a cat's not that much trouble and they always seemed to get along OK.
The nurses wouldn't bat an eyelid, about the lack of kickers that is. They must have seen it all before.
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 15:06
I'm sawing up a few of them, to test their validity but it's a bad day for it; it poured last night, this morning the garden is smothered in dead cats and dogs, the poor things must have bitten the dust with such a bang. I tried to clear them up with my old garden broom, which was useless so went straight out to buy a new one. I can't say it really lived up to its reputation.ReplyDelete
Anyway, nothing attempted nothing done, so I swept up a panful of honest dirt and sprinkled it on my cornflakes. I've a long way to go before I get through the proverbial peck, enabling me finally to kick the bucket. It would be less tiring to live for today, and simply accept that tomorrow I may die.
Why shouldn't I procrastinate? I'll jolly well flout that one and will deliberately leave until tomorrow work I can very well do today. It'll take longer that way, I concede, but I don't care if it takes donkey's years.
My first child had difficulty being born. The midwife discovered a long piece of metal stuck inside her mouth; she manoeuvred it until eventually the baby came through, a silver spoon clamped between her gums. I threw it away; she will be happier without it.
Family visit tomorrow and it will be delicious chaos. They'll all want to help me with the cooking - kind of them, so never mind about the spoilt broth, none of us likes it anyway, I'll open a tin of soup for starter. There will be twenty hands between them, so it should make the work very light. Of course the proof of the pudding is in the eating. I must confess I feel decidedly under the weather the next morning.
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 15:08
Few ventured so high up at this time of year during nightfall. Andrew was alone in retrospection, straddling the summit of the steep hilltop. Stifling, artificially heated air dispersed via the tiny, console mounted, wheezing ventilator, engulfing the battered Toyota's cab. He daren't risk the consequences of killing the still running engine – the very real threat of mechanical failure prevented such sensibilities.ReplyDelete
Sloping two miles beyond his frozen peak, the city's long chain of fairy lights twinkled and flickered; an intense procession of intersecting limbs radiating tiny prickles of illumination, their random patterns resembling scattered diamonds violently thrown to the ground.
A crumpled broadsheet lie discarded on the dashboard, its headlines subtly informing the refined readership of his pariah status.
Accidents happen. Andrew's disadvantageous predicament attributed to one fact; his highly specialised brand of alchemy generated new frequencies for intolerant masses to bear.
Early victories overcame an initially sceptical public with relative ease. Breathing tangible, organic life into commonly deployed, poorly understood axioms from the twenty first century came naturally. Granted, his catching of 'lightning in a bottle' met with remote plaudits usually afforded a common street conjurer. Attitudes positively transformed following the outrageously successful, ultimately messy demonstration (using fully insured, willing participants), interpreting how uncomfortable 'tempers boiling over' really was. And proving mass insomnia was deliverable at the click of a button in proving useage of 'the city that never sleeps' possessed dangerous undertones; he gained voluminous acceptance of the nation.
Subsequent publication of his "Rainmakers Guide" shattered everything. Linen mountains of unnatural proportions appeared when 'sheeting down' backfired. Unperturbed, a dual extravaganza disproving the theories of 'raining stair rods' and 'pissing down' brought overcrowded chaos to local head trauma units, simultaneously destroying urban sanitation facilities throughout the south.
So much for 'If at first you don't succeed'.
Margaret had a pet hare, which she spoilt rotten. Like, they'd eat at the table together. Not just any old carrots and cabbage, either, only M&S best. Nothing past the sell-by date for that one! Not only that, he'd even sleep in her bed. Just imagine, Margaret's head poking out of the duvet, with these floppy ears sticking out next to her. Then she'd take him out in this shiny pink pram, everywhere she went, with him looking all happy with the world, with his nose twitching over the side, and her singing to him as they went along. And then, in winter, she'd put this little woolly hat on him. Brilliant!ReplyDelete
You see, she was absolutely, selflessly devoted to him. Highlight of the year, though, was Christmas. Obviously, she'd buy him presents and all that, but the real treat was on Christmas Eve, where she'd put on his hat, settle him in the pram – all covered in tinsel for the occasion – and take him to the sprout farm. He loved it! In fact, after a couple of years, he somehow knew it was going to happen and used to look forward to it. Honest. So this one year, she got him all dolled up as usual, into the pram, and off they went, with his ears waggling from under his hat, his little nose twitching away with excitement and everything.
Now, you can smell the sprouts a mile away, so he's practically hopping out of the pram by the time they get there, with his little mouth watering. So you can imagine how he felt when they got to the gate and she suddenly turned back and went home! Talk about gutted, the poor little so-and-so! Still, it was a nice change to see Margaret letting her hare down.
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She'd never walked. As a baby she'd moved from sitting still to crawling at high speed. She'd beetled around from room to room as if she was afraid of missing something.ReplyDelete
Then one day she saw the children running in circles at the park and realised she could be even faster upright. So she stood and started to run. Most three year olds grew out of their shoes, she wore hers out.
The 'no running in the corridors' rule meant that things were tricky when she went to school. Her teachers explained many times that 'if all the children ran there would be an accident'. She didn't see the problem, after all, she was the only one running.
Teenage years weren't a worry to her parents, no concerns about underage sex as no boys could keep up with her. She thought drugs and booze pretty pointless; she had no need for uppers and downers would stop her running.
In her mid twenties she joined an Athletics Club hoping to meet someone likeminded, but they all stopped at the end of the track and headed for the bar. In her thirties, she started to notice small niggles when she got out of bed. Luckily they disappeared after she reached her optimum speed. It was downhill from there and by the time she was forty, her morning sprint to the shower had become a jog.
She'd lost count of the pairs of shoes she'd worn out and the friends she'd left behind, when one day she woke up without needing to run. She walked downstairs and into the street. For the first time she saw her neighbours smile at her, for the first time she had a conversation about the weather. And for the first time she looked around for something else.
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 18:03
I was red-shoed, red-hatted, no knickered. I ran down the stairs of the dank Victorian house as high as a kite, my emerald green dress swishing against the graffiti daubed walls, sweeping away some of the filth. Adrenaline coursed through me as powerfully as a tsunami and my leap onto a passing bus might have shot me to the stars. I beamed at my fellow travellers, dismal specimens wrapped up in their problems, unaware of rainbows. They could have dispelled mine so easily. My endorphin packed presence encouraged them to look towards the light - tunnels always offer a pinprick of hope; value their blessings. I was tempted to lead them into a joyful song of praise.ReplyDelete
He was waiting dressed in his moth-eaten duffle coat, one pocket hanging by a couple of threads, the other stuffed with used train tickets, snotty paper hankies, a crumpled jockstrap. His features creased into laughter as we joined hands. Afterwards he would dash off like a greyhound, play his guts out, return in a state of collapse. I would meander back to Notting Hill, to the room at the top without a view, a nest filled with promise.
The ceremony was over in a flash. The registrar sniffed throughout so I reached into the pocket of the duffle coat and passed him one of the damp hankies. The sniffing became snorts which stifled his words. The witnesses were a couple of hoodies whom we hugged with gratitude, but there was no celebratory drink, no time for niceties. He dashed off to his game; I spent the afternoon in the launderette watching his pants wrap themselves around my knickers. I loved every minute.
We would have chunky chocolate cake that evening, knock back a bottle or two of Cava and laugh ourselves into bed.
Now that I have my foot in the door I think the ball is in my court. Its with this thought ringing in my ears that I will step into the unknown and ride the wild winds to the end of time. OK so at the end of the day maybe reality will set in but I won't let that hold me back, opportunity has knocked louder than ever before and I am ready and waiting to make a leap of faith. But faith? Like Hope and Charity she is a hard taskmaster, and her brothers, the Four Horsemen will be watching carefully, they are very protective of their sisters.ReplyDelete
If it all comes out in the wash I will not be washed up, I will walk the walk, talk the talk, and everyone will be watching my every step. With this in mind as I prepare to trip the light fantastic, to reach for the stars, my mind is elsewhere. Its safer that way, just in case I'm tripped up by my own lies, the web of deceit that I wrap around my heart. To capture unwary passers, voyeurs of my life.
It is in the past you see, because I can be all things to all men, I am the wolf in sheep's clothing and my soul is as dark as a wolfs mouth. Take care, when you meet me at the full of the moon, look into my eyes, the windows of my soul, be careful what you wish for when you see the glint in there, it will capture your imagination and I will use it for my own devices. And they are just my womanly whiles to ensnare brutish man. For revenge is dish best served cold, and time has made me very cold indeed.
Jim Barron
I'm Icarus of the British Isles. I wane in the lack-lustre sky, my pride veils my creative impulses. She droops in dismay. Love sits quietly waiting, nursing a bruised bunion as our union takes on a different guise, for I become Coriolanus, albeit my victory, Pyrrhic. I'll be sober on shandy and drink forthrightly to my words, foolish to contemplate, the fool's hat glows a brighter red in the heat, burning my desire to manifest my pride, a fool's proclamation, I must confess.ReplyDelete
I'm nearer to the truth that I admit. I think about the mistakes I made and dwell on the foolish steps I take in wanting more than I can chew. Love only knows how I feel as I nurture my passion to soar the breath of serendipity, to hold the flag of eternity and caress Creativity when she appears by chance.
I'm wholesome in words that strike at will. I steer the wheel that Fortune turns to make a fool grin in jest and give Luxury the cravings she so desires with the headstrong force of an eternal flame, in Love's presence.
I'm in love with Creativity's generosity, ad infinitum. I'll hold firmly onto her donations and return the compliment with a 'thank you' note in praise of her acceptance to be here when she can and shower me with the beauty of words that will help my cause, ad infinitum.
I'm about to sign off my story and subside Fool's presence. I'll make a fool of Chance yet and Nurture my Love to create a Masterpiece of Art for Eternity to remember and cherish as Luxury gets a look-in and I challenge Hope courageously.
'Thank you one and all, see you at The Falcon, 8.30 sharp. Be good, 'night you good people and a pleasant evening.'
There's no fool like an old fool. But old fools have had time to develop cunning and guile not available to young chickens who may or may not have come before eggs.ReplyDelete
One of the really good aids to decaying memory and benevolent decline is 'Brewer's Phrase and Fable.' Not one of the streamlined new printings, but an experienced volume. This is evidenced by its lack of spine and back covers. The page edges are browning and the binding calls for sympathy when the book is opened and laid flat on the table. Where the spine cover should be there is some blue paper which was obviously conveniently to hand when it was being bound. The type on the naked spine reads,
Now on sale everywhere of
Geo. R. Sims'
New Weekly
This is the edition of 1894, new and enlarged, so George Sims must have been promoting his New Weekly some time before that. Was he successful, or did he gradually realise that what was good enough for the likes of Hardy and Dickens could no longer compete in the heady days of the approaching century? Too late, now, to worry about him although there is a story in that strip of coarse blue binding paper.
Brewer leads the curious reader into strange worlds.
Give him an inch and he'll take an ell. Variously 37 or 45 inches, the Flemish ell was three-quarters of a yard and that of the French is a yard and a half. Modest people will take one of the lesser ells, but a Frenchman is avaricious.
Perhaps Brewer knows a thing or two and after 113 years is still able to lead you further if you are willing to look.
Frenchmen. Monkeys in action, perroquets in talk.
There is no entry for 'Political Correctness.'
- Anonymous10 November 2007 at 20:19
The Family met last Friday to discuss Uncle Basil's Will and how to care of Auntie Kay. The following Minutes of the Meeting were taken by Manfred:ReplyDelete
All parties agreed it was good to take the dilemma by the scruff of the neck and try to put the family ship back on the road. The discovery of a second Will had been a very hot potato at the time but they all believed they had put it to bed, although Michael's insistence on regurgitating it at the meeting was not helpful. Peter's solicitor said even when everything was against them they could see the carrot at the end of the tunnel, while Barbara said she didn't feel they could go on living in the past, but only in the future. Michael accused Peter's solicitor of jumping up and down like Jack in a Beanstalk instead of rolling up his sleeves and getting his knees dirty as he was paid to do, and he complained that this was just another nail in his life.
After lunch Jennifer's group arrived with their solicitor. The others expected problems with them, and a question mark in the shape of an axe hung over everyone's heads regarding Jennifer's attitude towards Auntie Kay. Many expected the big guns to come to the boil, but others, especially Michael, said he could see the light at the end of the rainbow. It has to be said that when the chips are up against him, Peter can certainly pull out all the stops, although he's not the sharpest sandwich in the picnic.
In his final statement to the family he said he had now tasted the other side of the coin, and regarding the trust funds he no longer saw the point of hiding a bushel under the carpet.
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Careless talk – careless whispers. Standing on the precipice. Waiting for a train.ReplyDelete
Talking through the bars, across the barricades. Taking it all to heart. You picked a fine time to leave me …
What am I supposed to do now? Don't leave me … don't let the sun go down … there'll be bluebirds over …
A stitch in time … won't make any difference now. Ten green bottles – bottles of what? Vodka, gin, red wine? Bed sheets to the wind. One over the eight – sun over the yardarm. What'll we do with the drunken …
She'll be coming round … come on, come on. My old man said – catch the pigeon, catch the pigeon! That's another fine mess.
I've found my thrill. There's many a slip – but many hands, just get in the way. And a watched pot never – never on a Saturday.
Had a great fall. Tell me a story. He'll come back and marry me …
If you can't stand the heat, get out of my way. Twinkle, twinkle – upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown.
Take it from the top, take it away, take care. Hold it, hold me, hold on. Hold me in your arms…
Red sky in the morning. Pink for a girl. Sugar and spice and ...
A pocket full of posies. Remember, remember. Gone with the … I told you so. A spoonful of sugar makes the world go round.
What's up doc? Your heart goes – pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, bake me some bread. Crying in the … rain.
Oh, what a beautiful … cry, baby, cry. How I wonder what you meant. The bitterest lemons make good lemonade.
Take me to the limit. Cry me a river. Please release me … We'll never meet again. Still crazy after all this.
Careless talk costs lives.
Love , life in its full fulcrum ,enjoy its radiance, have a complete grasp of Life's absoluteReplyDelete
Radiance. Life is to be enjoyed; its every minute should be imbibed with its aura bereft of
Concerns and worries. Sarah is one such person who is gifted with all the blessings from
Heaven. Sarah's husband is caring and taking care of her needs and her child whom she loves
Is curdled up in the sofa expecting a cup of coffee from the mother , her own bathroom which
Is smelling aromatic set in along polished tub, and her well ser kitchen –these are her benign
Gifts : to crown all she has the MUSE in her grip. A passion for writing, poetry, stories
and to put in a nutshell – creativity is in her blood. True to the bard's saying "every flower
enjoys the air it breaths" Sarah knows how to live, enjoy the life in all its aspects. It is a
craft she perfected in. I have seen Sarah collecting eggs and her love to see the chicken
coming out is a pleasure indeed.
Yes! There is a go in her, a catch, a run , a go getter. When she knits a sweater her
Needles weave and interplay the love theme in the wool. She runs runs with her nimble
''light fantastic toe." Sarah has got the magical swiftness, the wizard like crowned by
The inborn majesty. She is indeed conscious of her ability to outwit the faster,kite-like
blooming agility to be proud about. May be she is a creative writer she is up always
On her wings propelled by her imagination the mighty Pegasus flying, flying, conscious
Of her achievement is she a wandering minstrel? Her conscious pride is beautiful
She manages it to be tout.
Ooh, this tastes nice. Double expresso, with two sugars. I know I shouldn't - it isn't good for the brain cells - but it's exactly what I need just now.ReplyDelete
I can see her from my seat here in the coffee shop. She's sitting in her study, staring at the screen, left hand pushing the skin up against her cheekbone, right hand out of sight, probably working the mouse.
I know what she's doing. She's reading. She's reading through what she's written, praying for the muse to grab her again. She wouldn't like it if I did. If I grabbed her right now it would be around the neck. The muse has had enough, you see. The muse was desperate for a shot of caffeine.
She rubbing her hands over her face now, and running shaky fingers through her hair. We both know that she's still a thousand words short.
Not my problem.
Except that she's good at making me feel guilty.
'I was nearly there, and then the muse abandoned me.'
Abandoned her? Abandoned? Are you kidding? I needed the loo/some lunch/a lie down after I'd been worked non-stop for thirty six hours. And she thinks her head hurts.
She thinks it's so bohemian to doss around for weeks, waiting for 'the muse to strike', while I sit patiently by her desk, waiting for her to get her finger out. If she didn't keep expecting me to save her at the eleventh hour, I might feel a bit more inclined to help the words flow, in the right order, and roughly along the lines of the plot.
I suppose I'd better go back now. I don't want to push her too far. She might do something stupid like get a proper job. And what would I do then?
When I was small, afraid to sleep, you'd say there was nothing to fear, that "worry often gives things big shadows". But when you left the shadows crept in behind you..ReplyDelete
When I told you how cross mama would be if she found out you'd given me a whole bar of 'Old Jamaica', you'd say, "Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb".
When you said you wouldn't always be here, I told you I would not know how to live without you. You said "don't cross your bridges till you get to them".
I never understood these quirky little quotes. They never made sense and were quite alarming. I never wanted us to be hanged or to start fires on bridges.
I see now this was not proverbial rhetoric , idiosyncratic eccentricity .
But a philosophy for life's absurdity.
I remember you saw a spider on my bedroom wall, you hated them, you were frightened. You said, " wow….fools rush in where angels fear to tread". Then you said,
" He who hesitates is lost," as you cupped and threw it.
The time I told you that I had to finish my homework before I was allowed to watch "Sale of the Century", you said , "Practise makes perfect".
Then as you flicked on the TV, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy".
When you said you were going to heaven, I asked if you really thought god was watching . You said "Faith will move mountains". And as you lit another roll up said, "Doubt is the beginning of wisdom".
Before you went, I asked if I would see you again. You said " all good things come to those who wait". I waited, you never returned.
Not physically that is .
Going out a limb isn't a scary place really. You learn to enjoy the view, without vertigo. For all the refined guardians of lines that bid me warning, I've found that I lost little when I beat a hasty retreat past those grounded confines.ReplyDelete
The powers that be, are me. A stitch in my side saves time. I don't waste breath on shoulds and grief – laugh straight past the abstaining, straining conscientious objectors to anything outside the status quo.
I may or may not be a bitch (the jury went out for Chinese take up and hasn't show up since) but if I'm an old dog I can still learn as many new tricks as I teach.
My bark is more musical, and persistent, than my bite, but don't be misled by this. Back me into an unpainted corner and I will bite, and it won't be the dust between my teeth. Once bitten, twice as shy to retreat again. My pounce is mightier than the sword, double-edged, archaic.
I'm action. Give me gunsmoke. Give me all hooch-hazed French kisses at breakfast or garbage-stench. But I refuse to wake up just to smell housewife bourgeoisie ideals of coffee and I never asked to be promised any roses so stop the wet-eyed apology. We aren't flowers or gardeners. Let's just leave blooming where you are planted for plants. Us people, let's move on.
I have my own boat to row and can't carry passengers how I'm going.
I can't tell you where to go. Well, could be won't. If you want to stay hunched, playing sensitive cowboy over a water trough, trying to make a coughing horse which was led there to drink water, it doesn't even want, be my guest. No, second-thought, book a room. Adequate hotels are ubiquitous.
- Anonymous11 November 2007 at 00:34
"You've got the wrong end of the stick, trust me."ReplyDelete
"Sure as hell - a little bird told me. Stop being such a doubting Thomas."
"I'm not, it's just that seeing is believing."
"Would I lie to you? It came straight from the horse's mouth."
"But you told me to never look a gift horse in the mouth. You said to put my best foot forward and eat drink and be merry or I'd have to face the music. Were you trying to pull the wool over my eyes?"
"Look, there's more than one way to skin a cat."
"Hmm, you think you're just the cat's whiskers, don't you?"
"Who let the cat out the bag?"
"Ha! Pride comes before fall. Break a leg!"
"At least I'd be falling head over heals."
"They say that love is blind."
"Oh clever clogs, don't try teach your grandmother to suck eggs, at least then you won't have egg all over your face."
"Oh, put a sock in it. It's like that time you said there was that white elephant next to the river. I've looked and looked every time we drive by but all I ever see is that disused old bridge."
"You obviously just can't see the wood for the trees. Don't worry, you'll see the light one of these days."
"Don't play me for a fool."
"I'm not - I don't suffer fools gladly."
"You live in a fool's paradise."
"You're barking up the wrong tree now. Come on, I'm at the end of my tether, let's bury the hatchet."
"Call it quits? I guess all's fair in love and war."
"Shall we kiss and make up?"
"I won't kiss and tell."
"Love will climb any mountain."
"I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."
"End of story"
- Anonymous11 November 2007 at 09:39
Once there lived a tall dark handsome prince who needed a wife. His parents collected pictures of all the eligible princesses and arranged them in order of rank and beauty with the poorest and ugliest first. He was instructed to visit them all, with a handsome gift and fine words so as not to cause offence, but to bring home at last the fairest one because her father was the richest most powerful king. So the prince set out.ReplyDelete
Meanwhile this beautiful princess expected his arrival any day. Each morning she bathed in foaming perfumed water, brushed her long blond hair 'till it gleamed and curled over her shoulders, applied her make-up, glossed her lips and dressed in a designer gown, with the help of her stylists of course.
Days passed, then weeks, months and finally a year. All this time the prince was travelling to and fro to the distant lands where the different princesses lived. Each day he gazed adoringly at the photo of the beautiful Lilybelle for that was her name, and dreamed of the moment they would meet.
But Lilybelle was getting bored. It wasn't her idea of fun. So one night she told the chauffeur to drive her to the hottest spot in town. This is more like it she thought, when she heard the throbbing music and saw the writhing bodies caught in the strobe. A rich footballer whose muscles were toned to perfection caught her eye and later that very night he worshipped her body with them, in the back of his white limo.
They passed a bedraggled looking youth plodding along on the back of a tired steed as they drove off into the sunset. It goes to show If you save the best till last someone might get there before you.
- Anonymous11 November 2007 at 12:18
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I've just been laid low with a touch of moonstroke but nothing to worry about. I'll be up and about soon and tucking into my weekly treat, my broccoli flavoured lollipop. Flying off the supermarket shelves apparently.
I've been and gone and done it. Yes, I've signed the Petition. The Sexual Discrimination Petition. A petition with a big, ding-dong capital P. It's official. It's no longer Big Ben. It's Big Bertha.
I've been in touch with the RSPB. Seagulls are to be treated as an 'endangered species.' They are now protected. Oh, and while I'm on the subject of our feathered friends - one swallow WILL make a summer.
News from Australia. Moonbathers must be protected from moonstroke at all times. It's a national thing and will not reach our own fair shores. Fair enough. Or should that be fair and freckled enough?
On good authority, well, to be precise, on London Transport Authority, I'm reliably informed back-packers (all nations included, none exempt) are soon to be welcomed on all rush hour commuter lines. Tube lines in and around Oxford Circus at a special weekly rate. It'll be like Piccadilly Circus in no time.
The NHS is taking the nation's welfare seriously, as always. Chocoholic counselling centres are to be set up throughout the UK with an extra one or two in and around the chocolate manufacturing centres. Both soft-centred and hard-centred, obviously.
I'm on the look-out for volunteers. For a choir. Based in Wales. Females only need apply. There is outrage to be heard in the valleys. But it's beautifully sung.
A black American is releasing his debut album "I'm NOT Dreaming Of A White Christmas"...
the Manx cat will grow a tail ...
pigs will fly ...
and tonight at breakfast ... you will tell me you love me!
written by Louise Laurie
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- Anonymous11 November 2007 at 20:26
In the library I skim through a slim volume of Simon Armitage, and findReplyDelete
his poem about the girl in the Science class - he only meant to tell her
he wanted to marry her.. Message no.9 still swirls in the head - a man
who tells you every day -he loves you…?? A good story there! Then
I put the milkman's horse before the cart; thought about yesterday
when Stevie knelt on the sisal mat over his young son, who couldn't
control his giggles, and showed us all how to give the kiss of life. I struck
a match to burn a pile of torn up scraps of paper, wrote a first draft -
No fire without smoke
Another unposted letter hits the ashes
Wind and starlings sing down the flue.
The fire basket of iron, bespoke
is solid, simple. perfect for the job.
Ever lasting. Forged in a furnace.
Soft heaps of ashes on top ledges
small mounds of ashes going to dust.
Inside slopes, valleys, plateaux formed in flakes
far more delicate than flaky pastry
map out a countryside in tones
of whites and greys and silvers.
Yesterday's joys revisit
All the boys are strong
and growing in the right direction.
It was a gift from him, who built the house
this fireback; charred with charcoal
The point of a heraldic shield points upward
to a scrolled ribbon, inscribed..
I stay up late, get up early
to clear multilingual plates
which speak of another roasted feast.
I don't know how to tell him
and all the hymns, I love them
but I do.
My burning letter transforms
into a blackened fir cone shape
the heart still glowing red.
Tracing the sooty caps
my index finger spells
upside down and back to front
Geraldine Cousins 10th November 2007
I notice the red shoes first.ReplyDelete
"What's with the clown shoes?" I ask.
The man, a gruff old gentleman, looks up at me. His eyes are swimming with cataracts and he has a beard several weeks old.
"They have magic in them." He tells me.
"What kind of magic?"
He looks me up and down as if he is sizing me up. "I don't know that you'd believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Do you believe in magic?"
"Sometimes." In truth, I don't believe in anything I can't see or touch. Perhaps he senses this about me because he laughs. It's a gruff sound, like rocks in a blender.
"What kind of magic do you want them to be?"
I ponder that question for a moment. It seems an odd thing to ask. "There are different kinds of magic?"
He nods. "Sure there are. Sure there are." Here, he pauses to take out a cigarette and light it. The smoke makes him look like a wise man, a prophet. "They are what you wish for."
"What did you wish for?"
"That I would be able to dance." He says.
"Did you get your wish?"
He nods sagely. "Oh yes. I was a brilliant dancer. I was known the world over." He takes a drag. "But that ended badly."
"Then why do you still wear them?"
He looks sad for a moment and I regret asking him such a private question. "So I can remember the good times." He says.
"Do you think I could have the shoes?" I ask him. It's unlike me to be so bold. "They aren't doing you any good."
He blinks in surprise. "What is it you wish for?" he asks.
I look down at my wheelchair. "I want to walk." I tell him.
Jamieson Wolf
Serenity left me. I can't say that I blame her, we'd lost Hope, you see. Hope was our third; a three-way marriage of convenience. She couldn't see the point. She wanted Serenity right up until the day we celebrated a triple handfasting by the side of the river Derwent. The morning after she was gone, leaving just a hint of perfume and a dirty teacup in the sink. It seems that Hope cannot stay with Serenity with losing her identity. Well how was I to know?ReplyDelete
I was so distraught over her going that Serenity decided that it had been Hope I was after all along. Not true, of course. I was happy with Serenity until I saw a glimpse of Hope. Her sister Misery took pity on me and shacked up with me for a month or two bus she hated my solitary lifestyle. She preferred company and left me to join a commune of nomadic Christians.
I had a brief flirtation with the twin sisters Vanity and Self Deprecation but it amounted to nothing. They didn't get on with each other let alone me and half the time that I thought I was seeing Vanity I was seeing her sister instead. It did my ego no good at all.
I tried to hook up with Pride, but the number I had for her in my little black book was long out of date. I did manage to speak to Self Esteem but she was already in a committed relationship with Avarice and wasn't interested in going for a drink, even for old-time's sake.
I packed my suitcase, gave up my tenancy and set off after Hope. As long as we don't try the threesome thing again, I think we'll get along just fine. I wonder where she went?
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Shifty conditions and 6- 11 knots greeted sailors on the final day providing perfect conditions for the final two races to complete the series.
The current RS:One World Champion, Cheng Kwok Fai (HKG) showed his experience and dominated the fleet to win the Asian Championships in a comfortable fashion while the younger Zan Zhichao from China put up a good fight and has potential for the future.
In the women's division, Chinese sailor Li Xiaoyan took the title by the narrowest of margins from Ngai Wan Yan from (HKG).
The under 22 years old title wwas won by Zan Zhichao (CHN) ahead of Hong Kong sailors Lee Chun Tin and Hen Ho Yin.
The Hong Kong team once again showed incredible consistency and experience, however China is the country to watch.
We are now looking forward to the ASAF youth cup to be held in Hong Kong from 14-17 February as the next RS:One International event!
Men RS:One after 12 races:
1- Cheng Kwok Fai - HKG
2- Zhang Zhichao - CHN
3- Lee Chun Ting - HKG
Women RS:One after 12 races:
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2- Ngai Wai Yan - HKG
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Kathi, Paige and I did the Virgin Active Indoor Triathlon last weekend. This is the first triathlon I have ever done, which is why I am impressed by my 25 min 41 second timing for 2km running, 5km cycling and 125m swimming. The event was really well put together and loads of fun – I'll definitely be doing the next one.
Last Friday's drinks at the agency was themed 'Cool as Ice' and featured Vanilla Ice being blared over the loudspeaker, as well as the carving of a giant penis. The penis was carved live in front of everyone in about 30 minutes, and a clear hole runs through the middle of it so you can pour tequila down the top and put your mouth at the bottom. It kind of made everyone look like hamsters licking at their water bottle. I stress 'kind of'.
childhood friend of mine, Sam King, stopped over to spend the weekend with me before she headed back to Korea where she is teaching English. she brought me this Polaroid One600 and 2 packs of film to get me going – which made me so excited I basically couldn't blog for a week. she also got me some other cool things, namely:
then we bade a sad farewell to longtime designer here and dear friend of mine, Carla Kreuser, who heads off to Coley Porter Bell (the S. African branch, still very new). we went to Col'Caccio and ate pizza and drank tequila in the sunshine.


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Life. Fast mornings, long nights, breathing through the hours running into seconds. This feeling. The days, which progressively turned into hours, and then, minutes. We're more interconnected than ever, still all we ask is a bit of time for ourselves.
From vinyasa to savasana. Creative days and bold nights, Alea ™ is made just for that. Alea ™, is a technical fabric for the beautiful chaos in a yogi's life. What to wear to yoga? Well, what do you wear through life. You don't have to change if you don't have too. Any scenario? Just fine. Really. Don't make it too complicated.
A fabric so versatile it's good to jump from downward dog and into the sea and back again.
Earth, wind and sea. Maybe not fire, though. Alea ™ is approved for your Marylebone office, Indaba studio and Paxos swimming pool – or Carribean sea. Yes, you can swim in these. So that Rocket yoga class is not going to be a problem, you can work up a sweat in your Alea™ and dry quickly.
Like with Elan ™ and Nova ™, we went through hundreds of fabric samples and multiple proposals, to choose Alea ™.
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Our story begins with the founder of Gallery 668, Solange Batsell Herter. As a Liberal Arts student at Bennington College she was introduced to a myriad of aspiring artists - painters, sculptors and dancers - including classmate Helen Frankenthaler. In the 1960's she opened Studio 405 in Carnegie Hall selling the works of a wide array of artists such as Alexander Calder, Marc Chagall, Raoul Dufy, René Magritte, Joan Miro, Maurice Utrillo and Andy Warhol among others.
In addition to her passion for art, Solange became involved in the racing world. In the late 1970's she opened Saratoga's first gallery exhibiting primarily sporting art, including works by Henry Thomas Alken Sr., Sir Alfred Munnings and John Skeaping. Over the years, she began incorporating and exhibiting more contemporary works by regional artists.
The success of these first venues led to the idea of creating a larger exhibit space in the two 19th century barns and silo located at her Battenville residence. An early renovation of the cowbarn was completed by Architect George A. Dudley in the 1970's in order to accomodate a gallery exhibition space. Timothy D. Smith of North Bennington, VT was selected in the late 1990's to complete the second exhibition space in the hay barn.


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The family is called to be a community of love. Love is essential for the psychological, physical and spiritual well being of the children. Children also learn how to build relationships guided by Christian principles where tenderness, forgiveness, respect, fidelity and disinterested service are the rule. Through acknowledging their own shortcomings, parents are able to teach the important lesson of humility and seeking and offering forgiveness. By experiencing this selfless, nurturing love from their parents, children are able to begin to comprehend the unconditional love that God has for them.
In addition to love, children must learn about the life of faith. This should begin from the very early stage of the child's life and can be achieved by a variety of means. One essential ingredient is communal prayer, even when children are still infants and are unable to participate in an obvious way. By observing its parents in prayer on a daily basis the child begins to learn about what an interior life means, what it means to offer ones hopes, desires and sorrows to our loving Creator, what it means to persevere and the meaning of constancy. Of particular importance is the participation in parish life, here children are able to learn about the public worship and rituals that form the liturgical life of the Church. Children also learn that they are not alone in their beliefs, but rather, part of a wider Christian community.
Prudence in use of the media
The more society in general rejects the virtues and beliefs of Christianity, the more important it is for parents to be more vigilant in protecting one's children. One practical consideration is restricting access to unwholesome content from the media. One such example is the television, the family should resist the temptation of leaving the television on continuously in the background. The ease of access to a range of films and programmes is an opportunity to select and choose what is uplifting and beneficial to ones children.
Finally, as children grow up in a society where accumulation of material goods is so pervasive, the following quote is particularly suitable: Parents must trustingly and courageously train their children in the essential values of human life. Children must grow up with a correct attitude of freedom with regard to material goods, by adopting a simple and austere lifestyle and being fully convinced that "man is more precious for what he is than for what he has" Pope John Paul II, Familiaris consortio 37.
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They Might Be Giants new album Nanobots is out!
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They Might Be Giants (otherwise known as the best band ever) have released their 16th studio album today, Nanobots.
TMBG have always surprised their fans with every album, we never know quite what to expect but we can all agree that every album outdoes the previous one and Nanonbots is no different. This is a huge album, 25 killer tracks with styles ranging from rockabilly beats to Halloween sounds to surf music. I HATE the term eclectic so I will just say this album has something for everyone. The first ep showed off the rockabilly sounding "Call you Mom" and the very Mono Puff sounding "Black Ops" just these 2 tracks show off the completely different styles of Linell and Flansburgh and this is what makes TMBG so great! If you ever go to a live show(and you should) you will see how the 2 sides of TMBG compliment each other and their vocal styles combine to make them such an amazing, fun band.
My first few listens of Nanobots gave me two very different "must listen to repeatedly" tracks:
The Darlings of Lumberland- a spooky, Halloween style song about ghouls that's so damned catchy I played it non stop in LA traffic on the way to work.
Then there was "Icky" a surf guitar sound with one of the best choruses ever written, first name all up in your, last name face. I dare you to not start dancing like you are in some 60's Annette Funicello dance movie.
Both of these songs have been on constant repeat in my car, house and head since I started playing this album and that proves to me again and again what I already know, They Might Be Giants make the best damn music out there. Give the new album a listen then do yourself the best treat ever and see them live as they do a 60 city tour now.
Oh and TMBG please let me interview you at any of the shows I will be attending: San Francisco, San Diego, Anaheim and Los Angeles(when its announcd)
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There are a few exemptions: Household furnishings to a value of $4,000, personal effects to a sale value of $4,000, a personal vehicle to a value of $5,650, tools of the trade to a value of $10,000. Certain life insurance policies and RRSPs, and most pension plans, are also exempt.
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My Lab Environment v2.0 (Part 3 - Virtual Machines & Templates)
Part 3 - Virtual Machines & Templates (This Article)
Part 4 – Creating Active Directory
In the previous articles in this series (already a few months ago) we've setup our hypervisor, virtual networks, internet connectivity, routing and firewall. But apart from our virtual router, our testlab is still looking rather empty. How about some virtual machines?
I also received some comments on why I don't go to the cloud with my setup? As a matter of fact - I have almost the same setup in Microsoft Azure, but conference wifi has bitten me more than once so having a backup available offline saved me quite a few times already. I can't count the times I've witnessed nervous fellow presenters in a speaker room because the internet connection was lacking. Granted, you can't demo cloud stuff with my setup.
Template Creation & Maintenance
The idea is to have as little work as possible to instantiate a new virtual machine. I usually create two basic templates: one running the latest server OS, and one running the latest client OS. From those templates I then create additional ones with basic SharePoint or SQL Server builds.
Creating these templates is easy: just start by creating a new virtual machine. For both templates I create a 2nd generation virtual machine with all default options and attach an ISO file for Windows setup. After creation, I make the following changes:
- Attach to the external "NAT" virtual network
- Increase the assigned memory to 2048 MB
- Increase the number of virtual processors to 2
- Don't startup the guest automatically when the host starts
- When the host shuts down, shut down the guest too
I then proceed to the operating system setup, which is basically next-next-finish. I usually choose the Datacenter edition with a GUI. After setup, I perform the following additional steps:
- Change the hostname
- Change the DVD drive to X
- Change Power Options to "High Performance"
- Activate the operating system
- Install all Windows Updates through PowerShell
- Notepad2 & 7-Zip installation
- Install the .NET 3.5 & Telnet Client features
- Enable Remote Desktop and disable Internet Explorer enhanced security
- Disable CRL checking
- Change PowerShell execution policy to RemoteSigned
- Disable loopback checking - with the less recommended workaround 🙂
- Install the current Sysinternals suite in c:\tools
When the basic build is done, I shutdown the guest and take a checkpoint (snapshot). I call this checkpoint "Baseline". Then I power on the machine again and run Sysprep with the "Generalize" option. Can you can tell I'm an old school IT PRO now?
Finally I shutdown the guest again and create a final checkpoint called "Sysprepped". Whenever I create a new virtual machine in the future, it's going to be based upon this "Sysprepped" image.
Creating a new virtual machine
In VMware Workstation I used cloning to create new virtual machines based on my templates. In Hyper-V I'm using another approach.
First of all I export the Sysprepped image to a standalone, consolidated disk image. Select the checkpoint, right-click and choose Export:
I export the virtual machine checkpoint to my local disk. You can follow the progress of the export in the Hyper-V Manager console.
After the export is finished, I just keep the virtual disk file and remove all the rest. Then I give it a more descriptive name and we're done:
Now when I want to create a new virtual machine, I just copy that vhdx file to my regular virtual disks folder and reference that when running the new virtual machine wizard. Sure, that takes a minute and sure, you could use PowerShell to automate all this – but I don't rebuild my testlab that often so I don't really care.
This is how my virtual machines folder looks like at this point. The DC01.vhdx file is the copied checkpoint export.
Connect your new virtual machine to the provisioned vhdx file upon creation:
Next, startup your virtual machine and run through the setup options. After a few seconds your new server is up & running with all the configuration and utilities you want.
Keeping the templates current
A few times a year I want to update my virtual machine images with Windows Update or new tools. To do so, apply the baseline template to your original machine, make your changes and follow the same sequence again:
- shutdown the guest
- create the "Baseline" checkpoint
- poweron the guest
- run sysprep with the generalize options
- shutdown the guest
- create the "Sysprepped" checkpoint
- remove the original "Baseline" and "Sysprepped" checkpoints
- export the "Sysprepped" virtual machine
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The Exterior
This box has a beautiful Mahogany veneer which has superb figuration and a warm rich colour. There is a vacant brass cartouche on the lid which can be personalised with an engraved name or date etc, and there is also a brass escutcheon to the lock.
The box is complete with its original working lock and key, and also its original stop hinges. These prevent the lid from extending too far back. The key is stamped ENGLISH MAKE and has a registered kite mark.
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EU Agriculture Commissioner Phil Hogan has confirmed that he is developing an 'Omnibus Proposal', which sets out a range of technical changes to four basic regulations of the Common Agricultural Policy.
Addressing the recent EDA European Dairy Platform event in France, Mr Hogan said that the package will include a sector specific income stabilisation tool.
"This will provide simpler rules for accessing credit and other financial instruments. It will also propose to increase support for producer organisations. All these proposals respond directly to the concerns of farmers, and I want them to become effective from January 1st 2018," he said.
Referring specifically to the prospects for dairy Hogan confirmed that, in total, more than €1 billion has been mobilised in the form of emergency measures for the sector over the past two years, adding:
"We have explored all possible avenues to support the sector in difficult times.
"And I do believe that these measures have been effective in relation to their expected goals, notably market stabilisation and cash-flow relief for farmers.
"It's been a heavy burden for us all, and especially for dairy farmers, who have borne most of the load.
"The good news is that for some months now we are seeing signs of recovery."
Mr Hogan highlighted that global demand, notably for butter and cheese, started to pick up in mid-2015.
He added: "The long-awaited reaction from the supply side finally materialised in the EU starting in June this year.
"This has translated into better dairy prices, which have substantially increased in the EU since May. EU butter prices have now hit the historical records of 2013.
"Experts in the Milk Market Observatory confirmed last week that prices for butter and cheese are expected to remain robust through early 2017.
"This improvement is also reflected in better farm-gate milk prices: up 10% from July to October. And these prices are expected to increase further through the end of the year.
"But now that prices are improving it is more important than ever that the sector remains market oriented. In this context, we are currently operating the milk production reduction scheme and the exceptional adjustment aid, which should contain to some extent the expansion in production."
Mr Hogan concluded: "As long as we produce what the market demands, recovery is guaranteed. None of us has any interest in risking the balance which has been so difficult to achieve. Maintaining this balance requires an effort from all actors across the sector."


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MR Imaging of the Prostate, An Issue of Radiologic Clinics of North America, Volume 56-2
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MR Imaging of the Prostate – Table of Contents
Preface: Prostate MR Imaging
MR Imaging of Prostate Zonal Anatomy
Technique of Multiparametric MR Imaging of the Prostate
Multiparametric MR imaging of the Prostate: Interpretation Including Prostate Imaging Reporting and Data System Version 2
Multiparametric Prostate MR Imaging: Impact on Clinical Staging and Decision Making
MR Imaging for Prostate Cancer Screening and Active Surveillance
Prostate MR Imaging for Posttreatment Evaluation and Recurrence
Multiparametric MR imaging of the Prostate: Pitfalls in Interpretation
MR Imaging–Targeted Prostate
MR Imaging–Guided Focal Treatment of Prostate Cancer: An Update
Role of Prostate MR Imaging in Radiation Oncology
Future Perspectives and Challenges of Prostate MR Imaging
This issue of Radiologic Clinics of North America focuses on Prostate Imaging, and is edited by Dr. Aytekin Oto. Articles will include: Prostate cancer diagnosis and management: A urologist's perspective; MRI of prostate zonal anatomy; Technique of Multi-parametric MRI of the prostate; Multi-parametric MRI- interpretation including PIRADS v2; Prostate MRI for screening and active surveillance; Prostate MRI for staging; Prostate MRI for post-treatment evaluation and recurrence; Pitfalls in prostate MRI; MRI-targeted prostate biopsies; MRI-guided focal treatment for prostate cancer; Role of Prostate MRI in radiation oncology; Challenges and future directions of prostate MRI; and more!
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I have been able to come across other artists in the most unexpected places. . . when I wasn't looking for them.
One day while checking out Alyss's pictures on Instagram I hopped over to her blog. I saw she painted, and I was excited to share her work with you.
Come meet Alyss, another talented wife-artist-mama.
1. When did you first begin creating art?
If we are to believe that we are created in the image of God, then it would follow that we all inherently carry each one of His characteristics within us. Some are buried deeper down than others, but they are all present. His grace, mercy, generosity, forgiveness, love. All of them. Including His creativity. I hear people say that they wish they were creative all the time. Well, you are. And it doesn't have to be showcased solely on a canvas. Ever planned a sweet date night? Or cooked a smashing meal? That's all creativity. That's all inherited from the character of God.
For me? I came out of the womb with a paint brush in hand. Ever since the days when the people I drew had arms coming straight out the sides of their heads (you did it, too... don't lie), I've been obsessed with all things artsy fartsy. Growing up, my grandma and I would look through those huge coffee table art books and work together to try to reproduce our favorites. Later in life, you encouraged me to put the books away and trust my own imagination.
I think I'm preaching to the choir when I say that trusting your own ideas is the hardest part of the creative process. Thank the Lord for grandma. Without her, I don't think I would have taken the plunge in college to study what I love: art. It took years, but I think I finally found my own style: working with natural wood to give it new life.
2. What is your favorite/most sentimental creation you have made? Why?
My most sentimental piece is my favorite for three reasons:
a. It was my first and last oil painting ever.
b. The style and subject matter was so outside of my comfort zone.
c. It depicts some of my most special possessions: dried yellow roses from my husband, my two favorite books, and an old yellow box that is home to my most treasured letters.
It's beat up from transporting it so many times, but I love it and what it represents for me. Who knew oil paint really takes that long to dry? I didn't, apparently.
Painting those shadows. Never again. Holy moly. Mad props to all the oil painters out there.
3. Is there a project you've always dreamed of creating? What would it be?
I thought for a while about how to answer this question. I have thousands of ideas running through my head, and I can barely focus on just one. Maybe that's why I never get around to accomplishing any of them. Hmm... So when going to answer this, I scanned through my filing cabinet in my head looking for the most profound and inspiring answer I had. And yeah know what, the same silly answer kept popping up:
I want to paint from the inspiration of children's stories. There you have it. I would LOVE to take some of my old favorite books and paint depictions of the moral of the story or of my favorite "scene." How fun and whimsical would that be? I'm gonna do. Make me do it, guys.
Well, that's me in three questions. Thanks for having me, Lindsay! Isn't she amazing? Yes, she's amazing.
Shop: Where I paint and create
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I hope you will check out more of Alyss's work and connect with her as well.
Thank you Alyss; I ♥ your art!
I hope you will check out more of Alyss's work and connect with her as well.
Thank you Alyss; I ♥ your art!


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For decades, the Battle of Alberta has been fought within the sports realm.
Whether it was the Edmonton Oilers versus the Calgary Flames in the National Hockey League or the Edmonton Eskimos and the Calgary Stampeders in the Canadian Football League, the rivalry has always been intense.
There's also a rivalry that has developed in recent years in the commercial real estate world – a friendly one which sees the cities compete for investors in all aspects of the market.
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EM Denmark: A task force of young students teach Danish schoolchildren about the EU
The Danish European Movements EU-Taskforce is a group of volunteers with great knowledge of European affairs, who engages in teaching Danish schoolchildren on European themes and issues.
The objective of the project is to communicate the EU to the oldest primary school pupils in an interesting and inspiring way to raise European awareness among the pupils and qualify them to take an active position to the EU. The volunteer teachers are who are interested in the EU and would help to raise awareness about the EU, and to acquire some experience with teaching and communication.
The 4th of February the Danish European Movement held a workshop for the new volunteer teachers, typically university students, with participation of among others the Danish commissioner Margrethe Vestager.
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TripAdvisor is the biggest global travel website, offering the possibility to present your hotel in various ways. Hoteliers.com is a certified and premium partner of TripAdvisor and offers various ways to optimize your TripAdvisor page. For instance, you could connect your prices and availability to TripAdvisor's TripConnect Instant Booking tool, enabling yourself to receive reservations through TripAdvisor.
When connecting TripConnect to your booking engine, a button is activated on your TripAdvisor page. Commission fees on these reservations are collected by TripAdvisor, varying between 12% and 15%. If you decide to go for 12%, the button will be shown 25% of the time and if you choose to go for 15%, the button will be shown 50% of the time.