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VI – Dying Hope
Unknown Location
Inside the massive chamber the monitors displayed their dreadful coverage, the sounds of war complimenting the images that filled the room. The screens cast their vindictive glare throughout the colossal expanse as the walls rebounded the grim audio, distorting the already hellish symphony. Atop the large platform in the center of the room were two beings, one seated on a lofty throne, the other hunched on the floor like a lowly slave.
Artemis watched anxiously as thousands more of the daemons surged into the city, making the LEP's odds of winning all but impossible. For every officer there were dozens of them, and as the number of fighting officers kept falling, the number of enemy combatants seemed to rise exponentially. It seemed hopeless.
But it's never hopeless, Fowl told himself. No matter the circumstances, no matter what hand the foe has, there is always a means to defeat them. All obstacles have a weak point, a design flaw. Every problem, like an equation, can be solved! I just need to find the variables…
Opal, who was soaking up the fruits of her revenge with insurmountable glee, turned to Artemis once more, obviously seeking to further trod on his dignity.
"As you can see, inferior being, my triumph is undeniable! Sure your friends are putting up some resistance, but I have virtually unlimited resources, and their pitiful efforts will be all for nothing by the time this day is out. Face it you fool, you have lost, and now everything will belong to me!"
Artemis pondered as the demonic pixie laughed, ignoring her villainous behavior as one ignores a slight breeze. As long as I am here I cannot help them, not directly, but maybe I can gain something from these undesirable circumstances. He glanced at Opal, who was once again viewing her destructive work. If I'm right, Opal should still be prone to her inherent flaws. If I can manage to use them, I should be able to gain a considerable amount of valuable information. Knowledge is power, after all.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Artemis slumped to the floor, doing his best to look utterly defeated.
Opal looked pleasantly surprised. "So you finally grasp the situation mud boy. I have to say, I expected a bit more pointless opposition from you."
"What more opposition is there to make? They are out there fighting a losing battle, and here I am, useless." Artemis grumbled shamefully, injecting as much pessimism into his voice as he could. He could not afford to be unrealistic.
"That's what I like to hear weakling. A sonata to my hears." Opal grinned, her egotism building exponentially as she glared elatedly at the lugubrious human, a mix of joy and utter hatred in her killing eyes.
Artemis kept up with the act, throwing in a few fake sobs. "How? How did you do it?" He said weakly. To his own surprise, it sounded almost genuine, though Artemis knew the difference between a professional performance and a dismal one, having grown up watching theatrical plays and operas with a calculating eye. Nonetheless, it was better than expected, most likely due to the gravity of the situation. And I thought I couldn't act to save my life.
Koboi laughed at him again. "I'm not stupid mud boy! I know that the disclosure of sensitive information in moments of apparent victory is a flaw that all too many have." Opal said loudly, catching Artemis off guard. Had she seen through his ruse?
Opal looked at the displays once more. "However, given that I have already won, and that nobody compares to me in intellect or ability, I can make a special exception for you, my mortal enemy. Besides, you will not leave this place for the rest of your miserable life, so I see no harm in showing you just how superior I am. In fact, it might make you a bit jealous." Her voice was dripping with an egregious amount of smugness, enough to make the boy almost gag.
Artemis' mind let out an sigh of relief, not showing on his despairing features. At first he thought that Opal had called his bluff. If that had happened, his plan would have become a lot more difficult.
Opal paused for a moment, seeming to put together what she was to say, quite obviously taking time to make it as ridiculously cliché as always. After a fleeting moment, she began. "As you very well know, your actions caused for that impudent Beserker to kill me, which severely perturbed me by the way! Dying is such an inconvenience!"
Her temper had, again, flared up due to the memory, but soon subsided, replaced by a cool demeanor. "What you didn't know is that I had a contingency plan. Yes, I know, you thought that I was too arrogant to prepare for the unexpected, but you thought wrong mud boy. I knew that accessing the gate and attempting to use that ancient spell was very hazardous, and given the number of times you've foiled my plans, I thought it appropriate to have a backup contrivance, just in case."
The nefarious pixie paused for a moment, letting her words soak in.
"If, because of you, I were to perish, I needed a way to return, to take what's mine. It took quite a bit of research, but I was able to procure a spell, one that I attained from some ancient manuscripts which I will not name. These relics were quite interesting, just getting a hold of them required for me to break countless laws and even more necks, not that I care for either, and once I did acquired them I was almost atomized by their magical safeguards. They were guarded by such an intricate spell, truly a work of art that you would appreciate, one that I spent months unraveling. But, obviously, such encumbrances stood no chance against me, and after a while I had what I needed."
The pixie paused again, clearly for effect. Artemis didn't like the sound of what he was hearing, the implications stacking atop one another continuously, forming a mountain of dreadful possibilities. As he tried to piece some of them together, the nefarious being continued her monologue.
"In order for my spirit to be able to return to this realm from the underworld, disgusting place by the way, I would need a line of connection, a safety harness so to speak, that would leave a small link to this world. The spell I contrived did just that, which made it possible for me to find my way back. It was not easy, but my desire to see you suffer made any trial look like a small inconvenience. Therefore I was able to climb my way out of Hades, emerging once more into this pathetic realm, though without my original physical self. I had to settle for this otherworldly body, though it's a small price to pay for another opportunity to ruin your life!"
Artemis digested what he was being told, quite amazed despite himself. He'd always known that magic was a near limitless tool, but this was ridiculous.
Opal leaned forward slowly. "Do you want to know the best part? No answer? Good." She leaned back once more, a grin working its way across her features. "The spell I found couldn't be used on anything, it had to be attached to a powerful source of magic to act as an anchor, counterbalancing the pull between life and death. I put it into place after I had attained my power from that little event in the reactor, power that I needed for it to work covertly and effectively. I think you may know what I sealed it to, or should I say whom."
Artemis' eyes widened in realization, the truth perfectly clear. No, not them!
Opal laughed rancorously. "I see you put it together. Bravo, you get a gold star! Yes, I attached it to the two most magical beings in the world, those two warlocks, Quan and that little demon with the unimaginative name. With such a powerful spell, they didn't even notice that I had planted it within them! Quite a bonus really, getting to use two of your friends as a means to come back and kill everyone, how deliciously ironic! Anyway, so once I died I used their combined magic to help me back a year ago. They didn't notice anything apart from slight headaches and nausea, nothing really important, not until I came knocking on their doors a few months ago. You should have see the looks on their faces, priceless. Of course, I had to make their disappearance seem normal, so I outsmarted Foaly, hacked Haven's records and planted several thousand files and reports. To everyone, those two warlocks are currently on a pilgrimage, one that conveniently required for them to meld into a different dimension for several months. Weird I know, but put enough verbosity and unintelligible lore into the documents and everyone buys it. But that's enough talk, how about I show you?"
Opal pressed a button, switching one of the screens to the footage of a room filled with mountains of advanced equipment. Within it were the two warlocks, hooked up in a catatonic state to a plethora of wires and conduits. Massive machines and generators were connected to the conduits, which were glowing hot with pure magic, the blue stream of energy flowing out of the two beings. The room itself pulsed with magical power, the very air saturated by it to the point that it shimmered in a multicolored hew, the sparkling energy everywhere at once.
Opal enjoyed Artemis' look of horror. "Don't they look comfortable? I assure you they're fine, perfectly healthy. They make great power generators by the way. I have them hooked up to a regenerative system that constantly replenishes their magic levels as I drain them, giving me virtually unlimited energy! Just think, the ritual on a perpetual and mass produced scale! With such a power supply, I can produce armies indefinitely, thus no matter how many your friends kill, there will always be more. I'm brilliant aren't I?"
Artemis stared at the screen, mouth agape. This complicates things, a lot.
Haven – Shuttle Terminal
The sharp staccato of gunfire roared throughout the expanse of the Haven shuttle port, blending with the bass that the explosions emanated, culminating into a bizarre symphony of firepower that never seemed to pause, but played onward in an eternally rising crescendo. The walls of the once state of the art terminal were now reduced to charred surfaces littered with holes, the ubiquitous holo-screens displaying advertisements and flight schedules flickering sporadically, casting their flashing glow against the walls, adding to the entropy. On one side of the terminal, near the exit to the city, were dozens of LEP officers. On the inside of the terminal were hundreds of daemons, laying down an unrelenting wave of fire towards the hunkered down fairies, who answered in kind with their own. Amidst the numerous officers was the ever fired-up captain, Holly Short. However, given the present circumstances, she was beyond fired up, she was pissed. Only minutes ago she had led her detachment of one hundred officers to the Haven terminal, mowing through whatever got in their way with ease, all the while not sustaining a single casualty. Things changed once they reached the chute entrance, as a large force of daemons awaited them, dug in deep, and with word of enemy reinforcements pouring in through the city's north entrance, things were getting hairy.
Holly crouched behind the remains of an information kiosk along with several other officers, staying out the withering line of fire. Around her were about a hundred fairies, all seeking cover in the large reception room the led into customs and, eventually, the hangar itself. They had, through some sort of a miracle, only sustained minor casualties with no fatalities, while at the same time inflicting considerable damage to the opposing force's ranks, pushing their way deep into the terminal. Sadly, such progress had come to a halt, and now they were pinned down whilst the timer to their doom ticked onward. Something had to be done, and fast. Good thing for everyone, Holly had a plan.
"Specialists, load smoke and flash grenades, standard distribution, blast pattern omega. On my mark, squads one through six, advance with me towards chute entrance E3, riot shields up front. All remaining units provide covering fire!" Holly commanded through her comm link as she used the video feeds from the above surveillance cameras, observing the enemy positions with a tactical eye, awaiting for the perfect moment to advance. The timing had to be perfect, seizing the moment when the majority of the enemy were either reloading or changing positions, meaning there would be fewer actually returning fire or able to do so. If her instincts were correct, such an instance would occur in approximately twenty seconds.
Holly checked her timer, activating her comm link once more, "Fire grenades now!"
One cue, two dozen grenades flew from the LEP lines, landing strategically within the enemy's positions, clattering at the feet of the daemon defenders. The flash bangs went off first, blinding the half of the daemons who didn't cover their eyes. The smoke grenades went off next, casting a wave of opaque clouds throughout the room, obscuring the view of the others.
"Thermals on!" Holly yelled. "Mark!"
As one, Holly and sixty officers emerged from their positions, charging headlong into the now disoriented foes, who fired blindly into the smoke only to hit the riot shields of the advancing force. Holly was the first to reach their lines, firing from her rifle with precision, downing a dozen hostiles as they discharged their weapons to no avail. As she jump kicked another daemon in the neck the other officers poured in, mowing down the numerous but disadvantaged enemies, who only managed to hit several officers in return. It took no longer than a minute to clear the room and secure a straight route to the hangar.
The smoke began to clear, revealing the full extent of their work. Around three hundred daemons were strewn about the large room, and only ten LEP officers had been injured during the advance. Such was a testimony to the incredible skill and discipline of the retrieval teams that were with Holly, they were the best of the best.
As the medics tended to the wounded, Holly peered into the wide hall that led to the chute and the hangar, seeing nothing but air. Too easy, quite obviously a trap. She thought as she put up a link to police plaza.
"Commander, we've reached the hangar entrance with minimal casualties, though there's clearly another hostile force waiting within."
"Excellent work captain," Trouble commended. "Though I advise caution, we can't afford to stop, not now. The inbound enemy reinforcements will overrun us if we don't attain air superiority soon, and even with it we will be hard pressed to push them out."
"That I know all too clear sir, though it would be a help if we could access the surveillance feeds from within the hangar bay, see what we're up against." Holly replied.
"Way ahead of you," Foaly chimed in. "Bringing the feed online…now!"
A video lit up on the side of Holly's HUD, showing the top down view of the bay. To everyone's collective relief, the chute entrance was lightly guarded, no more than a hundred hostiles. Clearly they didn't expect for the LEP to punch through their main defensive line.
"This should be a cakewalk," Holly stated, thankful that there wasn't an army waiting in the bay. "We'll have the hangar under control in no time, you just keep them at bay until we get you that air support."
"Will do Holly, and good luck." Kelp replied.
Holly cut the link, turning towards her fellow officers as she readied her pulse rifle. "Let's do this."
Haven – Police Plaza
The war room was filled with activity as officers communicated with field units and monitored the battlefield, the holo-screens lit up with tactical maps and charts as well as live feeds from key locations around the city. In the center of the room was the holo-table which displayed a bird's eye view of Haven. Around it stood Commander Trouble Kelp, the egocentric genius Foaly, and an extremely perturbed looking mountain with a gun, Butler. The table cast an ominous glow as it depicted the LEP positions strung out against the marauding invaders. Despite the room being heavily fortified, being in the near center of the building and full of activity, the distant sounds of combat snaked their way in, the rumbles of explosions shaking the floor occasionally like small tremors.
Commander Trouble Kelp observed the situation with a pained look on his face. So many dead and wounded, and many more guaranteed to follow in due time. Never, not since the battle of Taillte, had such a bloody conflict been fought by the People. It had been so long ago that most of his officers had never even experienced such brutal combat, and many of them couldn't cope with it. But that didn't mean they couldn't stand against this nefarious foe, not even close. The LEP had always been vigilant, it was always prepared for a potential conflict with humanity, so one such as this didn't catch them completely off guard.
But it almost did. Trouble thought, watching as more hostile divisions entered the city unchecked, sending a wave of destruction across its districts, one that made the goblin uprising look like a peaceful protest.
"Foaly, status report." The Commander ordered, clasping his hands behind his back as he awaited the official news.
The centaur cleared his throat, looking considerably disturbed, "We're currently holding a defensive radius of three point seven kilometers around the police plaza. We've lost all contact with the entertainment district and a majority of the downtown core, leaving the extent of our control limited to just the police plaza and a few surrounding areas."
"Casualties?" Trouble asked unhappily, waiting apprehensively for what he knew was going to be bad news.
"Overall we've sustained sixty percent casualties, twenty-seven percent of them being fatalities. Our medical warlocks have already run out of magic, so those who get injured remain so." Foaly stated solemnly. "And because of this, we're now completely cut off from Holly and her unit.
"D'arvit!" Trouble muttered. "Is there any way we can stall them further, buy Holly more time?"
"What about those bio bombs of yours?" Buter grumbled apprehensively from behind them as he continuously cleaned his gun, its metallic surface already impeccably clean as well as its internal mechanisms, a flawless tool of death.
Trouble frowned. "We already expended the smaller ones on their initial wave, which only had a minor effect due to their numbers. The remaining ones are too large to detonate within the city, so we're saving those in the event that we lose."
It was a bitter statement, one that clearly outlined how vehemently Trouble hated the prospect of losing Haven, even more so the possibility of having to bomb everything to oblivion in such an event. But that was how far gone the debacle had become, almost to the brink, the world's future balanced precariously on a fine point amidst a malevolent typhoon, where even the slightest of changes could cast everything forever into chaos and destruction.
Another deep rumble shook the room, this time feeling closer than the others. The enemy was getting closer by the minute, the holo-table showing their progress with disturbing clarity. Butler, still absentmindedly disassembling and reassembling his Sig Sauer, gave a deep sigh, his eyes looking somewhere distant as a great degree of regret crossed his features.
"Artemis would know what to do." The bodyguard said, feeling again the crushing sense of failure for not protecting his charge.
Trouble nodded slightly, "Maybe he would, but there's nothing we can do about that, given we have no indication as to where he is. If it makes you feel any better, this was my fault as well." He banged his fist in rage against the table, a pained look on his face. "Had I seen this coming, maybe if we'd been properly prepared we could have averted everything. In failing to do this, I have failed as a commander!" He thought of Julius, instantly cringing at the memory. What would Julius think of me? What would he have done in my place? Have I failed him too?
As Kelp cogitated the magnitude of his own faults, a massive hand grabbed onto his shoulder.
"You discredit yourself Commander." Butler stated strongly. "None of us could have predicted this, and despite the situation you have shown impeccable leadership in the face of impossible odds. We all share a sense of blame for what has befallen Haven, but in the end such feelings are only an impediment. The past is done, but what happens next is entirely under our control, so let's make the most of it."
The man mountain had stopped working his gun, the deadly tool now holstered. He took his reassuring hand off of Trouble, looking to somewhere distant as he did. "I know one thing for sure. Artemis is alive, and as long as he is there's hope. Nothing can stop that boy's mind, whether it's a doctorate thesis or an army. In the end, we will prevail."
Foaly curiously watched the exchange from his makeshift operations console, his attention temporarily drawn from his systems. Such distraction was shattered when a sharp warning signal emitted from his sensors. He brought up the warning onto one of the displays, his eyes widening as they read the lines of data.
"Umm guys, I don't mean to interrupt your moment there, but we've got a big problem!"
"What is it? More enemy reinforcements?" Trouble asked.
"Worse." Foaly said nervously. "There is a force of about two thousand hostiles approaching the terminal and Holly's position. They will cut them off completely if they manage to box them in within the chute entrance, where it would be a massacre."
"What's Holly's current situation? Has she liberated our air support?" Trouble demanded heatedly.
Foaly checked another screen. "Her company is still engaged with the hostiles within the terminal, they're making ground fast, but at this rate they won't make it in time."
"D'Arvit!" The Commander swore. "Are there any friendly reinforcements on the way? What is the word from Atlantis?"
"They've dispatched a relief force, but it won't be here for another hour. We have half an hour at most until we're completely overrun!" Foaly stated apprehensively as he typed away on the virtual keyboard.
"Then we'll just have to hold on." Butler boomed, causing everyone in the room to look to him. "We'll fortify the Plaza and hold out as long as we can. As for Holly, she'll think of something, I know it."
Trouble looked at him incredulously. "As much as I admire your resolve Butler, we barely have enough uninjured personnel to hold this place, and even then it won't be for that long."
Butler walked casually to the corner of the room, to where the weapons from the daemon infiltrators were stacked, shuffling through the pile of firearms as one does through vegetables at the market. Eventually his search concluded, as he stood up to his full height menacingly, holding two machine guns, one in each hand, the large weapons looking small in comparison to his muscular bulk. When he spoke he did so with the most serious and determined voice ever utilized in history. "Then I'll just pick up the slack."
Haven – Outside Police Plaza
Corporals Grub Kelp and Chix Verbil huddled behind an LEP police cruiser, clutching their Neutrinos tightly, trying to no avail to find some sense of comfort in their weapons. The sprite and elf were both visibly disheveled, their uniforms dirty and damaged in many places, just like most of the LEP officers. Around them, dozens of officers and medics made their way to and from the front line, some carrying wounded, others carrying the dead. It was a morbid sight, one that the two officers were far from numb to. In the not too far distance, the sounds of the battle that raged boomed loudly, the violence sounding closer and closer by the minute.
Chix fluttered his wings nervously, glancing about edgily, half expecting for the monsters to burst into the square at every moment.
"This is ridiculous! I didn't sign up for this!" He said shakily, his usual bravado dried up like a drop of water in the Sahara.
Grub. Who had a very hard look on his face, elbowed Chix in the side sharply. "Don't go saying that! Your an officer of the LEP, this is part of our duty, or did you just sign up for the chicks Chix?"
The sprite would have protested, had what Grub said been false. Instead he grumbled unintelligibly, his wings still moving about apprehensively. Grub, on the other hand, displayed no hint of fear or doubt, which was quite uncharacteristic of him.
"Can we at least go inside?" Chix whined, fumbling with his gun absentmindedly.
"No." Grub stated. "We have been tasked to guard the HQ, we are the last line of defense for the LEP. I will not forsake my duty, not this time."
In the past, most individuals would have regarded Grub as a spineless coward, one that lacked not only courage but self confidence and skill as well. They would be surprised to know that, since the onset of the crisis, he had grown not only a spine, but a pair as well. His change in character could be due to a variety of influences, but above all his resolve came from the sheer horror that had engulfed the city. Grub knew he was a coward, he knew that most other officers looked down on him, it was a fact. But in this hell of a situation, he would be damned if he acted as such, he would never forgive himself for it. Haven was burning, the People were on the brink of destruction, and it was his duty to stop that, his responsibility to give his life if need be. He had to be strong, even if he was weak. Having long lived under the shadow of his older sibling Trouble, Grub had finally become an officer truly worthy of his rank, and despite the situation, he felt a hint of pride over his new found resolve.
Suddenly, through the cacophony of warfare came the distinct sound of engines, one that every officer had learned to dread. Grub noticed immediately. "Gunships! Get down!"
As he and Chix dove under the car, two daemon gunships hovered into view, slowing as they reached the plaza. By now most of the officers within the area had found cover, the few caught in the open opting to fire pointlessly at the armored gunships. The aircraft responded with their chain guns, cutting down several of the brave fairies in moments. As the craft continued their barrage of the plaza, two dozen daemon infantry rappelled from the crew compartments, firing their weapons as they did with ruthless ferocity.
Clearly this detachment had been sent in to attack the LEP from behind their lines, maybe even to obliterate the command structure, therefore throwing the remaining fairies into utter disarray. Grub would not stand by and let them do that.
The officer left Chix cowering under the vehicle, rising up on the side opposite to the attackers, bringing his firearm to bear. Without any hesitation, the corporal fired at the daemons, striking two before they could react, hitting another as it raised its rifle. Grub ducked down abruptly, narrowly avoiding a wall of lead.
"D'Arvit, we're pinned down! Chix, get up here!" He yelled as he dragged the frightened sprite from under the car, shoving a gun into his hands. "If we're going to get out of this, we'll need to work together! We wait until my mark, then we clear this cover and counterattack!"
"That's crazy, we'll be shot!" Chix protested.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Grub said confidently, surprising himself.
The relentless fire began to dwindle as more of the daemons were forced to reload. Grub took the cue.
"Alright, in three, two, one."
Before the corporal could say go, a loud bang reverberated through the plaza as the HQ's heavy doors were kicked open, revealing every antagonist's worst nightmare. Butler emerged from the station, an MK48 in each hand and a solid look on his face. As every eye turned to the massive hulk, he grinned dangerously. "Evening gentlemen."
Without any warning, the bodyguard opened fire, taking the already surprised daemons off guard. The machine guns roared as they fired 7.62mm armor piercing rounds at over 700 rounds a minute, the spent casings littering the ground as they spilled out of the guns' chambers. The bullets tore through the enemies' armor, blasting half of the remaining daemons across the plaza in the first few seconds. The others managed to return fire, seeking to destroy the human that had just killed their brethren. Butler moved with blinding speed, removing himself from their line of fire as he continuously fed them his signature lead milkshake. Several more of the daemons fell as the previously pinned down officers opened fire, hitting the enemy from every side. As the last one fell, Butler turned his attention to the two gunships that hovered above the station, peppering the building with rockets and cannon fire. Again, he let the two light machine guns blaze, lighting up the vulnerable engines of one of the craft, eliciting large belches of flame from the ship, which by now had clued into what was happening below. The two machines turned about, training their guns on Butler, who dove out of the way at the last second.
Butler rolled across the ground, having dropped his weapons during the dive, debris flying all around him as the high velocity rounds tore apart the ground where he was previously standing. He ended up behind one of the LEP cruisers, its armored surface providing temporary relief from the gunships. Butler reached into his jacket, pulling out his Sig Sauer. Even with its high power rounds, he knew they would have little effect on the armored monstrosities that hunted him. As he adjusted himself, he felt a small object under his leg, piquing his interest. He moved over, revealing an unused HE grenade, probably dropped by one of the daemons. Grabbing it, he thought for a brief moment, assessing the device in his hand. He grinned.
The two craft began to circle around the cruiser, their guns ready to obliterate the mud man that was behind it. To their surprise, the human stood up, walking casually from behind the vehicle, his hands apparently empty. The ships stopped, the large chain guns beginning to spin their barrels hungrily, eager to distribute death. Butler eyed the cockpit of the damaged gunship, then the proximity of the two craft, then the grenade in his clenched fist. Without a moments hesitation, he pulled the pin. With a roar he drew his arm back before powering it forward with inhuman strength, sending the grenade flying towards the craft's canopy like a bullet. The explosive device tore through the reinforced material of the window, landing on the pilot's lap. The daemon looked at the grenade with a look that said: you've gotta be shi-. Before such a thought could be formed, the explosive went off, completely engulfing the front end of the ship with fire, nearly cutting it in half. The gunship hovered for only a second before careening to the side, right into the other aircraft. With a metallic crunch the two ships collided, sending both of them to the ground in a ball of fire.
Butler observed the results of his throw with contentment, not even flinching as the burning wrecks exploded violently before him. Maybe he should try baseball some day, but then again, he'd probably kill someone by accident. Dismissing the thought, the bodyguard picked up his dropped firearms, as well as several others from his foes, slinging them over his shoulder. Without a word, he walked out of the square, towards the front line.
Grub and Chix stood behind the cruiser, their jaws on the floor.
"Did that just happen?" Chix asked, his face drawn into an almost comical expression.
"I have no idea." Grub responded, an equal display on his visage.
Haven Terminal – Chute Entrance. Ten minutes later.
The large expanse of the chute entrance spanned for hundreds of meters in all directions, the massive void that was the cute looming after it, its solid walls lit by a huge network of artificial lights, accentuating the impervious bedrock that formed its sides. The hangars were usually open to the gigantic tunnel, being sealed off by building sized blast shields only when flares passed through, or in the event of a state of emergency. However, despite there being an egregious emergency, the walls were wide open, revealing the magma formed tunnel to its full extent. The stadium sized room was filled with machinery, ranging from transport cranes and conveyer belts to civilian shuttles and pods. The LEP area of the hangar was also exposed, its security measures overridden, leaving the multitude of shuttles and interceptors exposed to the unforgiving reality beyond.
The bodies of fairies and daemons alike were scattered randomly throughout the area, their weapons beside them, smoking from excessive use. Fires burned around half destroyed transports and bullet riddled machinery, their flames casting a red glow on the roof high above. The marks of intense combat marred the room, craters in the floor where heavy ordinance had been used, and the countless bullet holes and laser marks defiling nearly every surface.
Throughout the battlefield were numerous barricades constructed from an apparently random pool of resources, their contents ranging from shuttle parts and even entire aircraft, to luggage and the odd garbage can. On the far side of the hangar, near the edge that fell endlessly into the chute's dark abyss, was a half crescent, around fifty meters across, formed of makeshift barriers and a severely beat up luxury transport. Behind this downtrodden defensive position were the remnants of the LEP company, only fifty officers, half of whom were too injured to fight. All around their position was a virtual sea of daemons, easily one thousand strong, with more pouring in via the terminal entrance and the now open blast door leading into Haven.
It was clear that the LEP officers were putting up a last stand, their route to the LEP aircraft cut off, completely surrounded by a multitude of merciless enemies. Among these ill fated police was the seemingly invincible captain, Holly Short. Her previously immaculate armor was now reminiscent to the inside of a vacuum cleaner, its shiny surface now covered with detritus, blood and scorches. There were several dents on the chest plate where bullets had collided, as well as claw marks from vicious melee fighting. Her helmet was very much the same, as was her one remaining weapon, her backup Neutrino 3000.
Holly breathed a bit raggedly from the constant combat, and was quite clearly shaken up by the amount of death that she'd witnessed over just the last few minutes. When she led her company into the hangar, she did so with a battalion of fresh hostiles behind them. One could say they were caught between a rock and a hard place, except both were armed to the teeth. Holly had no choice but to take the hangar's defenders head on, as holding back was suicide given the inbound reinforcements. Such a move cost many lives, though they decimated the defenders in the process. It was unfortunate for them that their goal, the LEP aircraft, was just out of their reach. By the time they'd cleared the primary hangar, the reinforcements arrived, pouring in from every direction, boxing them in until they were forced to their final position, which was virtually a slaughterhouse.
Holly, along with the rest of her officers, were almost lying on the ground. It was literally impossible to return fire at the enemy, as the moment one officer would leave cover they'd be pulverized by hundreds of firearms at once. They'd run empty on all of their heavy ordinance, as well as losing a good half of their assault weapons, leaving them with mostly sidearms and the occasional rifle. When pitted against the seemingly infinite munitions and weapons that were stacked against them, there was little hope for a recovery. To even further stack the odds against them, their comm links had been jammed, completely isolating them from high command.
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You're question seems a bit unspecific ... what exactly is "someone's tutorial". I think low hanging dream is one of the Skyboxes that come with the Unity standard assets. So that would be a premade Skybox coming with Unity that you can use immediately.
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How a skybox is integrated into Unity is explained in the reference manual: Skybox
A little more info can be found in the main manual: How do I make a Skybox
For rending the skybox, there's a couple of possibilities. Personally, I'm using Vue by e-on Software. There are a couple of tutorials on how to create the Skybox textures with Vue, e.g. Skybox Tutorial. This is for XNA but that doesn't really make a difference if you understand how to use Skyboxes in Unity.
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Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies
Soft and chewy vegan pumpkin chocolate chip cookies made in just 30 minutes for a quick and satisfying sweet snack. From the new cookbook, But I Could Never Go Vegan.
Up first is a book I've been excited about from the very first day. Throughout this past year I would see pictures on Instagram and Facebook tagged #forthecookbook and my excitement continued to grow. But this summer when Kristy released the title and cover photo for this book on her blog, I knew, without yet seeing it, that this was going to be one of my favorite cookbooks. Ever.
So a few weeks ago when I came home to find this book wedged between the front and the screen doors, I screamed with excitement. Literally. Like I scared Nash a little bit. Eden, who has figured out that anything I get that excited about must be TOTALLY AWESOME grabbed it out of my hands and I had to spend the next 10 minutes watching her ooh and aah over the pages before she finally closed the cover and handed it over to me. At which point I spent the next hour totally engrossed (or as engrossed as one can be with two little children) as I looked through this book page by page, falling completely, head-over-heels, in love.
If you haven't already gleaned from the cover of this book, it's central focus is debunking every excuse you've ever heard (or given) to why "I could never go vegan". With wit and charm, Keepin' It Kind blogger, Kristy Turner writes the book that leaves the reader with zero excuses.
This cookbook is broken up into 20 sections that cover topics like:
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2. Creative and inspired recipes. Among the 125 recipes in this book you will find BBQ Bacon Burger (cover photo), Caramel Apple Stuffed French Toast, Chocolate Stout Chili Fries, Salisbury Seitan Phyllo Pouches, and Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies. And it doesn't stop there. Nearly every recipe in this book is something new and wildly original. The only problem…there aren't enough meals in the week to eat everything at once.
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But I Could Never Go Vegan is a beautiful, beautiful piece of work and one that I think everyone should have on there bookshelf.
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Servings: 24 cookies
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- 1 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
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- 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
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We had a great show in Kalamazoo, thank all who turned out! Stay tuned for our winter show, date to be announced.
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SUMMER- Kalamazoo, MI. Our largest show (and the first ALL INDOOR multi-day vintage electronics event of this type in the USA) has moved from our long time Lansing location to Kalamazoo Expo Center, located at the Kalamazoo County Fairgrounds. It is usually the second full weekend after the 4th of July holiday. This show features a huge flea market, a "Main Auction", "Silent Auctions", seminars, and a Bargain Auction at the end of the event. Sellers and buyers come from all over the USA. The club encourages the general public to attend… the admission is just $5 per day. Thursday is a set up day only (no sales allowed and only dealers admitted), then the flea market opens FRIDAY morning. We also offer a "Roadshow" style evaluation service at each show. The club encourages folks to bring in items for appraisal, repair or parts info, or to donate to the club. Bring clear pictures if the item(s) are too large to move. Best to contact us first if you have a collection of items you wish to sell or donate to the club.
WINTER- Farmington Hills, MI…. was held Saturday, January 27, 2018 at the Costick Activities Center . A record attendance of over 800 came and over 120 tables of sellers !!! Next Winter Vintage Electronics Expo will be Saturday, January 26, 2019. Bookings for seller spaces at that show will begin sometime in November.
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"I set you for 6:30 AM, " I tell it. "And here it is 6:35. What is the problem with you?"
The cell phone remains obdurately silent, a closed coffin glistening ebony and the finality of mysteries unsolved. It makes no more sound than it did five minutes ago. No matter, I suppose. I am up anyway. I am disappointed, though, in the refusal of responsibility inherent in its flat little play-dead.
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Ergo, the shower is off. I look like Medusa before she combs her hair. I've got jammies and a t-shirt, coffee and a pile of live snakes which are nibbling on my ears. Mascara has settled into the cracks of my face. Surely, you say, you've washed that off before you go to bed! Hardly, my friend. At bed, I was chased under my sheets by exhaustion which menaced me with a club. Mascara removal was well out of it. I am starting a small zit farm operation on my face.
I know I'm getting old because I awake now suffering symptoms of anaphylaxis, an allergy to time. My face is somewhat swollen; my skin seems poisoned. It's reacting to the unkind use I put it to, facing the mirror every day. Perhaps, one day my throat will close up and I will collapse on the bathroom floor. My hair is going grey to keep the snake bellies company. I look like someone's grandmother in a crack house, part of anti-drug campaign.
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So, I'm tired from all this activity. My toes still hurt. The snakes on my head are hungry and, tangled into Tantric positions, are trying to eat each other's heads. I open the document I'm working on and read it one more time. Because I'm sleepy, I murder all the characters. I'm sick of them. Let them choke their last on their own blood. Ill-conceived and ill-wrought, stupid, pointless things. I hate people like that, don't you? At some point, you just have to end those relationships that aren't feeding you at all. "You'll never prove I did it. They lived their whole lives in this file!"
Now, I feel just a little bad. If I had showered, things would probably not have had to end this way. The kind of person who has clean hair is much less likely to massacre her imaginary children while no one else is awake. And I would hate to have a mug shot taken while I look this way.
Twelve cups of coffee minus one travel mug equals nine. Time for my second cup. Two cups equals two wholes. I will have had two cups of coffee. 48 fluid ounces equaling two. If I could lift up a small barrel with a lid, I could call it one. Given enough coffee, I will look more like Helen and less like a gorgon any minute now, lack of hygiene aside.
I sip and consider resurrection, the power of Control Z. "No," I think, "Let the dead stay dead. Bring me more characters! If they impress me, I'll let them live." I am a god, or a monster, the necromancer of files. I am just sipping my coffee while fictional characters live out their tortured lives. I will subtract them if they vex me and add them only if they charm. In the end, they have less power over me than socks.


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This exhibition is held as part of the "Transcultural New Jersey: An Arts and Education Initiative," (http://www.transculturalNJ.org) a yearlong, statewide project developed by Rutgers University's Office for Intercultural Initiatives and the Jane Voorhees Zimmerli Art Museum in partnership with New Jersey Network (NJN) Public Television. Transcultural New Jersey is designed to highlight the achievements of artists from historically underrepresented populations and provide insight into the state's diverse population.
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Turn off the radio
I try to keep an open mind. I really do.
We listen to a lot of radio in our home and cars. NPR is usually on, the two local stations in LA -KCRW and KPCC are our favorites. But in the afternoon I listen to Dr. Laura. And although I disagree with her politics, I find her life-advice interesting. Mostly, I selfishly and perhaps vicariously like hearing about the lives of others - the hurt in the listener's voices, desperately relying on a total stranger to make a change they alone can't make. It's like hearing a radio play where it's up to the listener to write the ending. Every once in a great while, I'll listen to Rush Limbaugh (although my throw-up threshold for him is about three minutes, and then I have to change the channel), and occasionally I'll tune into the local conservative and liberal radio hosts duke it out.
At my employer's house, I read the NY Times, at home I read the LA Times (although it's rare when I have time to "read news"). At night, I'll browse the internet, sometimes the BBC, AOL or MSN. On a really pathetic day, I'll watch Court TV, or Glenn Beck while folding laundry (I secretly believe that Nancy Grace from Court TV and Glenn Beck are the two most ridiculous people on earth and must secretly be in love - because matches like that ironically have to be fulfilled.)
Like I said, I try to hear all points of view. But I can't do it anymore. I've decided from now on, I'm only listening to music or NPR. I'm sick of angry nimrods who love the sound of their own voice more than the issues they discuss. Views are so polarized and spiteful, and there is very little news in the news. The kicker was Glenn Beck becoming irrate over grocery stores discontinuing plastic bags that aren't recyclable. I get it. I do. There are little kids getting raped in Darfur, but our main focus should be grocery bags and how tree huggers are making life less convenient for those people who need to triple wrap their individually wrapped frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwich kid snacks with bags that can never be or never were recycled. I see why he's so angry. I too almost fell over at the injustice! And it's just incredibly sad when the top story at 11 in Los Angeles is a Brittany Spear's crotch shot as she exits a car for her custody battle court date.
Tonight I needed to get away. FD was gone all day and Froggy was especially challenging. When he came home, I wanted to take a bath, read my magazine, and unwind. But Froggy stood at the door screaming, "Mamaaaa! My turn, my turn!" In "Toddler" that means, "I want in too!" Finally after 9pm, she fell asleep and I hopped in the car for a little drive to unwind.
I turned on a.m. radio and listened as this particular nimrod screamed into the mic about John McCain. He was interviewing Tom Delay and together they ripped apart McCain's character and politics. They were actually attacking his views on 'torture during wartime'. Ya know, because McCain who was actually tortured in Vietnam isn't entitled to his opinion. This host called the NY Times the NY Slimes, he called Bill Clinton BJ. Clinton, and I'm sure if I listened long enough he would have called Barack Obama Osama Obama- because such clever play on words didn't fade from popularity at the end of Jr. High for this dork like it did for the rest of us.
I give up. I've tried listening to both sides, but I can't listen to right-wing radio anymore, even if it is to keep an open mind or for the entertainment value or entertainment 'valueless' of how others believe. How's that for a play-on-words? I know, I need some work. It's been a while since Jr. High. This talk is angry, hateful, and if they were trying to convert or even justify their side of things, I guess they will only be successful at preaching to their choir. And maybe that's what they want, a bunch of people who repeat their one-liners at dinner parties, but aren't actually thinking about what is being said, or what isn't being said.
The reason I'm refraining from listening to this garbage anymore is because it's damaging to the soul. These radio personalities claim to be on the 'moral' side of politics, but they are anything but moral. They are hateful, angry, spiteful souls who feed off their followers. I hope this new president, whether democrat or republican brings at least a sense of community to our country, if anything, just to silence these people who make a living at dividing us.
From now on, I'm keeping my radio to NPR or jazz. They may discuss boring topics like which farmer's market has the best winter squash, but at least it doesn't induce road rage, or angry puns, and I rarely have to turn off "This American Life" to go throw up.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The Doo Dah Parade
Every year we attend the Doo Dah Parade in Pasadena. It's basically a mock Rose Parade with disco dancers, a float of cigar smokers, people dressed up as stuffed animals, anti-war floats, Trekkies, Star Wars geeks, ponies, drummers, a huge Cat Float that hisses and meows, a group of Basset Hounds, the Purple Hat ladies, hula-hoop dancers and just plain coo-koos who love to be put on display at least once a year. It's a hoot, totally ridiculous, and I love that Froggy has joined the family tradition of appreciating silliness.
Froggy was enamored by the faux animals. She actually walked past a real puppy and pony to get to the costumed version of a dog and bunny. We spent an hour following the life-size stuffed animals around Pasadena. I swear it was a dream come true for Froggy. She was smitten. And FD and I had a great time watching her have a great time. There is something to be said for living vicariously through your kids. Nothing is more exciting than looking through a toddler's eyes.
FD hasn't been in school since December and has been Superdad, helping with treatments, taking care of the tadpole while I work, running to the grocery store, picking up meds. Ahhhh, it's been heaven. Ya know what I've realized about myself? I'm not really crazy or depressed. Having help has helped me to realize that I was doing too much. I was doing the job of at least two people. And when I'm not overwhelmed and exhausted, I'm actually a happy mama!
I'm terribly excited for FD to start the clinical phase of his program, but I'm also dreading the return to 'taking care of a toddler full time, a dog and two cats, while working 25 hours a week, and managing treatments/health insurance stuff by myself.'
But in the mean time, I'm just going to enjoy the help, having FD at home, and hope that we win the CA lotto this week so we can afford that nanny, cook, maid and driver!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
2008 is definitely the year of amazing accomplishments for FD and his dad. I think this is just the beginning of so many good things to come. Congratulations Grandpa J!
I will make a copy of the photo later and post it for you all to see. And if you'd like to visit his website, just click on THIS and you'll see how brilliant he is!
Mary Oliver
When I lived in Iowa City, I had no idea how lucky we were to have the world's most renowned poets, playwrights, and writers visiting our campus every week. I attended hundreds of readings by Nobel prize winning writers and poet laureates, and thought nothing of it.
I assumed every twenty-two-year-old spent their weekends listening to Philip Levine, W.S. Merwin, Mark Strand and Billy Collins recite poetry. It was quite a shock when I moved to Los Angeles and realized that the real world cared very little for the spoken word. In LA, people would rather hear Tom Cruise recite his latte order at Starbucks, than hear a fashionably challenged, but brilliant writer recite their life's work.
I don't believe it when people say poetry and theatre are dead. For me, when I read something like Steven's "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" or Yeats' "Reconciliation," I feel like there is nothing more alive. The only thing I can compare it to is the emptiness I experience after a night of television. After three hours of reality tv, like "Supernanny" or some VH1 special on Bon Jovi, I turn off the tv feeling defeated and guilty, like I've literally sold hours of my life to the devil. But after reading a good book, or poetry, I feel connected to the person who wrote the words, connected to their history and connected to the world. Poetry is vital to me because it's someone taking the time to show me the beauty in something I hadn't noticed before. It's like going on a walk with a toddler. Every few feet they stop and say, "Look, moon beautiful," or "flower smell candy," or "puppies pee like daddy!" To me, that's poetry. I just appreciate the time they took to say, "hey, stop your busy life and look at it THIS WAY!"
I guess I'm just a big dork but I can't wait to see one of my favorite writers in action.
Here is one of my Mary Oliver favorites. Don't let the title fool you. It's very hopeful.
When Death Comes
By Mary Oliver
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver
Friday, January 18, 2008
You may want to get some tissues first.
I would love for all of you to say a prayer, or send healing thoughts to their family. Thank you.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The bra, the spider and the toddler.
Monday, January 14, 2008
The yin, the yang and the whole shabang!
The bad news - Froggy had a seizure at the park today and almost fell over. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opened and I grabbed her arm before she stumbled. It was over by the time I caught her, but it scared me. My first instinct was to go home. But the seizure was over, she was having a blast, and we stayed for another hour. Her mean mommy made her stay in the very safe and low-to-the-ground-baby-area. Ahh compromise.
I'll give the neurologist another call tomorrow. We may have to try out our third seizure med! But I'm hoping we can just increase her dosage, rather than start the long process of trying another med. And there you have it! Seizures and CF and parks, oh my.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saving the World!
Before FD and I could totally attack her with our oh-so-wise, "That's just how things are," she said matter of factly, "I want to change that."
It was such a nostalgic moment because I remember feeling the same way.
When I was 17, I told someone that I wanted to join the Peace Corps and help save the world. They laughed and said, "We all think we can save the world at your age, but one day you'll realize the world can't be saved."
So I didn't join the Peace Corps. And instead of delivering food to impoverished nations, I got my useless English and Theatre degree and went on to work useless jobs, at coffee shops and grocery stores. I was so intent on getting my own life started, on staying the course, from high school to college, that I decided not to save the world. And I truly regret it. Instead of changing lives, I changed coffee filters and receipts, and eventually diapers.
If anyone is reading this who thinks they can change the way of things, the politics, the status quo, I say, "GO FOR IT!" See the world, change what you view as unjust. Go Sissysnuggiekins! Don't let anyone tell you that it's futile.
I feel the same way about the cure for Cystic Fibrosis. I understand more than anyone the disappointment if it isn't possible, if we hope and are mistaken. But hope is always a good thing, even when you're wrong.
There's a wonderful poem by Stephen Crane that illustrates my point:
I Saw a Man
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
Stephen Crane
I Need A Vacation!
I need a vacation that is just one afternoon, where it's not running to the grocery store, or making copies of receipts for my invoicing, or getting my car washed. I need a vacation that actually includes some form of relaxation. Anyone want to join me?
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Grey skies are gonna clear up
He was accepted into the Clinical Phase of the Respiratory Care Program!!!
Out of 30 students, only three new applicants are accepted each year. The program fills up quickly, so most people end up waiting a year after they've finished their prerequisites. But FD doesn't have to wait! Woo Hoo!
By summer of 2009, he will be a Respiratory Therapist!
Today is a good day.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
A Bummer Day
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cave and hibernate, wait til all is right with the world, and join in the living again. I keep going back to the words of one of my heroes, Gilda Radner who said, "It's always something." If I could embrace that, accept the fact that there will never be a time in our lives where "all is right with the world," I think I could find peace alongside the injustice.
But right now I just want to cry.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
LA Times Article
Click HERE to read it.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
CF Appointment Today!
(Froggy trying out two kaleidoscopes at once. One of them was a Christmas present for her boyfriend "The Bub" but she opened it 'for him' a little early.)
Froggy had her clinic appointment at Children's Hospital today. She's doing great!
This appointment was initially stressful because our nutritionist informed us at the last appt. that if Froggy wasn't at least in the 25 percentile for weight, they would suggest we put in a g-tube (gastric feeding tube). Froggy has always dealt with malabsorption and is on the highest dose of pancreatic enzymes, so the g-tube allows her to eat without using such a high dose, and it's an easy way to add calories while she sleeps. But... it's invasive, there's a risk for infection, she would have general anesthesia, and she's doing wonderfully otherwise. So her mommy and daddy don't like the risk, and definitely don't like the idea of a hole in her belly.
Fortunately Froggy was barely in the 25th percentile, weighing in at 26 pounds. And by the way, at Froggy's age I wasn't even in the 5th percentile, so this kid is exceeding her genetic predisposition for being a total munchkin. And all the girls in our family are pee-wees so it will take a lot of convincing before FD and I jump on the g-tube bandwagon. Fortunately for now, we don't have to.
Without a nap, Froggy was a superfreak at her appointment and was literally bouncing off the walls and screaming whenever anyone with a white coat stepped within two feet of her. She gave our nurse the stink-eye and I think she made her cry. Everyone loves her, so when she gives you the "I hate you" look, they really feel it. Yep, it was a fun day.
Please send positive thoughts and prayers our way that her throat culture is negative for pseudomonas and all the other nasty lung-critters. We'll know the results in about a week, so start sending those healthy thoughts now!
Sunday, January 06, 2008
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
My friend "Gorgeous Hair" and I saw the movie "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" tonight. It's based on the true story of Jean-Dominique Bauby, the editor-in-chief of French Elle, who has a stroke in the prime of his life and career. It is, as it sounds, incredible sad. But strangely hopeful that a person in a paralyzed and silent state, could find a reason to live each day with the satisfaction of his memory and imagination.
At one point in the film, I turned to "Gorgeous Hair" and said, "This movie is so French." I can't really explain that further, you'll just have to see it.
I've never seen a French movie I didn't like. But now, I am soooo ready for a comedy.
Friday, January 04, 2008
The Sun
When I saw one of the upcoming topics was "finding out" I couldn't help but submit. I doubt mine will get published, but I thought I'd share my submission with you.
Topic: Finding Out
When the call came, I was alone with my four-month-old daughter. She instinctively knew something was wrong, and wailed with me as the doctor explained over the phone why she hadn't gained weight in two months, why she was anemic, and why her skin tasted like she'd been dipped in the salty sea. The doc was calm, chatty even, making small talk while I fumbled through the house, looking for a pen and paper, to write down the results of the rest of her life. He must have felt that if he kept me on the phone, he could somehow prevent it from being real, from sinking in. With nothing left to say, he asked if I would be alright.
My baby was screaming and the floor suddenly felt like one of those bouncy houses parents rent for a child's birthday party. I was dizzy and drunk with the knowledge that our worst fears, the one thing I had prayed wouldn't be true, couldn't be true, was now written on a post-it note.
Somehow, I managed to get out the words, "We'll be fine," even though I was sure we would never be fine again. I called my husband, my sister, my parents, and my best friend. Their guttural sobs on the other end of the line made it real. It wasn't a dream. We would never wake from this.
I stood at the screen door, waiting for someone to come, to open the door, wrap their arms around me and say, "Everything will be okay." And they all came, one by one, saying the only thing you can say at a time like this, "At least now you know."
Goodbye 2007!
We raced to the ocean and watched as the sun dipped into the beautiful Pacific. Froggy collected sea shells, or as she calls them Shhheee Sheells! I love that she is amazed by the simplest things. She'll pick up a stick and say, "Mama, I found a STICK!," like she found the holy grail. Her enthusiam for life is incredible. I love this kid.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Article on CF and Health Insurance
Here's the article.


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The terms 'training' and 'capacity building' are sometimes confused or used interchangeably. Training is just one element of capacity building. It usually focuses on providing skills for specific problems (e.g. using social media or Excel). Capacity Building is the process by which an individual and organizations obtain, improve, and retain the skills and knowledge needed to do their jobs competently.
♦ New media skills
♦ Media Relations
♦ Radio and Television Management
♦ Diplomacy and negotiation skills
♦ Leadership
♦ Public governance
♦ Business Writing
♦ Speech writing
♦ Presentation skills
♦ Project Management
♦ Effective Communications


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- You need to have Java 6 installed.
Note: If you have a 32-bit Mac that does not have an Apple version of Java 6, you can use SoyLatte. Please install it in
/usr/local/soylatte, i.e. the Java compiler should be
- Download the "binaries only" Java Mint zip file from the Java Mint implementation page. In this example, I have saved the file on my desktop, i.e. at
- Open a console.
- Change into the /usr/local directory:
cd /usr/local
- Unzip it as root. This means you have to type in your password:
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- Set the
PATHenvironment variables:
export MINT_HOME=/usr/local/JavaMint
export PATH=$PATH:$MINT_HOME/langtools/bin
- To make this permanent, edit your
.bashrcfile and put the two lines from step 6 line at the end of the file.
mintc and run them using
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mint Power
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Documents directory.
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Multimeric Biotherapeutics, Inc.
Multimeric Biotherapeutics, Inc.
Richard S. Kornbluth, M.D., Ph.D.
President and Chief Scientific Officer
Dr. Kornbluth invented the company's technology while serving as Associate Professor of Medicine at the University of California San Diego (UCSD). He is both a basic scientist and a Board Certified medical internist and pulmonary specialist. During an immunology postdoctoral fellowship at The Scripps Research Institute (TNFSF), he filed his first patent on what is now known as CD40 ligand (CD40L). At UCSD, he published more than 50 papers on the immunology and molecular virology of HIV, and wrote or co-wrote 26 funded grant applications. Dr. Kornbluth received a Bachelor's degree from Harvard College, M.D. from New York Medical College, and Ph.D. in Pathology from Columbia University.
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