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BEIJING, KOMPAS.com — Shanghai on Sunday, April 10 discharged over 11,000 recovered Covid-19 patients and health authorities emphasized that they must be allowed to return home despite the lockdown that has severely restricted movement in China's largest city.
"We hope their family and community will not worry about them or discriminate against them," said Wu Jinglei, director of the Shanghai Health Commission.
The city of 26 million people reported 1,006 confirmed infections and nearly 24,000 asymptomatic cases in the last 24 hours. Shanghai has been under lockdown since March 28, and authorities said Saturday, April 9 that the strict measures would be lifted in areas with no new cases in the last 14 days following another round of mass testing.
The United States on Saturday advised its citizens to reconsider traveling to China due to "arbitrary enforcement" of local laws and Covid-19 restrictions, particularly in Hong Kong, Jilin province, and Shanghai. US officials cited a risk of "parents and children being separated."
Also read: China Sends Military, Doctors to Shanghai to Test 26 Million Residents for Covid-19
Foreign Ministry spokesperson Zhao Lijian said in response that China was "strongly dissatisfied with and firmly opposed to the US side's groundless accusation against China's epidemic response."
"It should be pointed out that China's anti-epidemic policies are science-based and effective, and we are fully confident that Shanghai and other places in China will prevail over the new wave of the epidemic," said Zhao.
Meanwhile, Shanghai authorities said that they have secured daily supplies for residents from online platforms, according to state-owned newspaper Global Times, following complaints about deliveries of food and other basic necessities as the lockdown enters its third week.
Residents have resorted to group buying of groceries because they are not allowed to leave their buildings. Posts circulating on social media platforms such as Weibo also show that some residents have not been able to have their food orders delivered, while others posted online that they're running out of food.
Some people said that as soon as you go to the grocery shopping app, a day's orders are already filled.
Also read: Covid Digest: Shanghai Starts China's Biggest Lockdown since 2020
According to the Global Times, platforms such as JD.com as well as Alibaba's Ele.me delivery apps are working with authorities to ensure that everyone has access to vegetables, fruits, and other produce.
Shanghai highlights the soaring human and economic cost of China's "zero-Covid" strategy that aims to isolate every infected person.
Separately, Erjiefang, an area in the capital Beijing, was classified as high-risk on Saturday after eight local Covid-19 infections were reported there over the past two weeks.
And in Guangzhou, primary and middle schools will switch to online learning starting Monday after the metropolis of 18 million northwest of Hong Kong registered 23 local infections since Friday, the official Xinhua News Agency reported. An exhibition center was being converted into a makeshift hospital after authorities said earlier they would begin citywide mass testing.
China is facing one of its worst local outbreaks since the pandemic began. China is still closed to international travel, even as most of the world has sought ways to live with the virus.
Source: VOA
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The term "business park" was originally imported into China from the West to describe low-rise, campus-style buildings in a suburban area, usually rented by high-tech or IT companies. Since then, the usage of the term in China has evolved.
While many business parks here do still conform to the Western definition, there is more to Chinese business parks than their construction style. Today, the term is best used to describe a real estate development targeting a particular industry.
The development of business parks in China dates back to 1988, when the first high-tech zone was established by the government in Beijing to promote value-added industries and to improve the industry value chain.
Since then, business parks' original association with the high-tech sector has loosened and they have grown to serve other classes of tenants. Today, business parks host a wide variety of sectors, such as automotive, pharmaceuticals, and business process outsourcing (BPO).
Business parks have also targeted the value-added functions of the industry chain by engaging R&D centers, corporate headquarters, back office operations, data centers and call centers, to name just a few. The architectural styles that business parks use have also diversified, the low-rise campus-style buildings being replaced by high-rise R&D buildings, stand-alone villas, incubators and creative spaces in refurbished factories.
Bucking the trend
The results have been positive. Compared with downtown offices, business parks' relatively stable rental and take-up performance contradicts the traditional real estate mantra: location, location, location. At present it seems that a location in a central business district (CBD) is not as important as some might think.
While the downtown office market has been hit by flagging rental demand and high vacancy rates during the financial crisis, popular business parks like Zhangjiang, Caohejing and Zhongguancun have only experienced small declines (less than 10%) in rentals, and their respective vacancy rates have remained relatively stable.
Apart from the fact that many users are looking for long-term savings when they relocate to decentralized business parks, some are actually prepared to pay equivalent rents to downtown office areas to be in a business park. They justify their decision by the industry synergies business parks can offer.
The advantages are improved proximity to human resources, industry information, government services and lower operating costs. In a complex industry cluster, firms may find that both their clients and their suppliers are located in the same park.
As importantly, the local governments responsible for running zones often still provide industry-specific incentives to certain sectors, including human resource subsidies, project funding and innovation rewards. These are seen as a means of promoting the industry cluster.
Something special
Specialized space for functional uses can also be a major differentiator between business parks and office buildings. Features such as higher ceiling height and higher floor loading for R&D, flexible air-conditioning systems for IT users, backup power for data centers, and small stand-alone buildings for corporate headquarters are features that industry-specific business parks can offer but generic office buildings can't.
While state-owned developers are still major players in the market, an increasing number of successful projects have been developed by international investors bringing knowledge in marketing and management. Capitaland's RND building in Caohejing, Shui On's KIC and Ascendas' High-Tech Park all illustrate the success of international investment in the business park market.
New developments in business parks are growing bigger in project size as well. Lessons learned from older developments like poor transportation, homogenous product mix and low quality specifications have been resolved in the design and construction of new facilities.

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Well, how to describe last night's game?
Gareth said it best in his postgame recap,
Tampa Bay Rays Executive Vice President Andrew Friedman decide to not make a move before Tuesday afternoon's trade deadline, telling the media and his team that he believes in the guys that are here. His team responded to the vote of confidence by producing absolutely nothing against Wade Miley and the Arizona Diamondbacks, getting blanked 7-0 in an uninspired and downright pathetic offensive effort.
About that...
So, the Rays lost 7-0 to the Diamondbacks last night, only managing three hits and a whopping zero runs in the loss. Jeremy Hellickson only survived 4.1 innings, allowing seven hits and four runs in that span. Mind you, Helly had won his previous six starts.
There's not much else to say, except that that was not the game of a team that has gone 21-5 in the month of July, allowing them the third best July in Major League Baseball's history.
- We posted this on Facebook yesterday, but if you have any interest in being an extra in a Rays commercial, here's your opportunity.
- Rays fan favorite Carlos Pena was DFA'd by the Astros, and now has been officially released.
- A look at the Jake Peavy trade, and it's repercussions league-wide.
- So, the Orioles made a move at the trade deadline and got Bud Norris...and his platoon problems.
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The Oxen
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Thomas Hardy
I love this poem; it fits my own feelings at Christmas quite well. I remember the sense of magic about the Christmas story, and feel its absence now I am both older and a lapsed Anglican (ex-Anglican? post-Anglican?); magic, for me, is now far more elusive, though still there sometimes in the corner of my eye.
So I wanted to do a picture to go with it. It was a bit of a rush to get it finished in time for Christmas Eve! We had a good day; House Teenager was busily either painting at her desk or learning Fairytale Of New York on the ukulele, and I was doing this. The gold paint for the detailing on the dressing gown was a bit of an experiment, and I quite like it- you can't see the glow of the paint on this image, but it's there! House Teenager posed for the picture, as did Ted, Deborah's lively galoot of a collie.


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Armenian Church (Chennai - Tamil Nadu)
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Thanks for the info/ wish to visit this place someday...ReplyDelete
Have heard a lot about this church. Should visit next time am in Chennai. Nice post, Bhusha!ReplyDelete
- pratinhsJuly 29, 2014 at 7:36 AM
Superb bhush,u goin great places.. Never heard of this being. In Chennai,wat a pity.. Thanks. For d history part of it so beautifully toldReplyDelete
beautiful description of a wonderful monumentReplyDelete
Excellent blog. I particularly liked the photo stitch of the bell and its Founder inscription!ReplyDelete
I am an Armenian. And live in Chennai. Article is good. There are many things that you could write about Armenians and Armenia. Sure you did one mistake too. Armenian lands are not in Iran or Turkey. Centuries ago there was a big Armenian Kingdom. Sure Western part of it now in Turkey and know why? In 1915 24th April they killed 1,5millon Armenians took their lands and houses. Just for it Armenia has 7 million diaspora. 3million live in eastern part where is situated nowadays Armenia. Armenia has border with Iran, Turkey, Georgia and Azerbaijan. Indo_Armenian friendship has centuries history. The Armenians did much important things for India. I will be happy that you before posting would check about Armenia much. And one more think churches always looks like a church. Armenian church always will look like an Armenia church. Thanks for the article. If you want to know much about Armenians let me know.ReplyDelete
Thanks for your comments all!ReplyDelete
Today only I saw this. They are not iron bells. Bronze cast in England!ReplyDelete
Oh! Wow! Thanks for the update! :)Delete
Photography Exhibitions in Armenian churchReplyDelete
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Armenians in Madras
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16th - 25th August
Old Armenian Altar Curtains Made in Madras
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Ordinarily, Anzu would not have tarried from the errand his master had assigned him, but there was something oddly alluring about the stranger performing magic tricks in the bazaar, something that wouldn't simply allow him to walk idly past and go about his master's business.
Try as he did to ignore the spectacle, his eyes refused to look away; his legs slowed, and before he knew it, he had ceased all forward motion and was staring, transfixed, as the stranger made fire dance in the palm of his hand.
Anzu slid his master's satchel into the folds of his tunic and edged into the crowd for a closer view. A rare smile crept onto his face.
The stranger wore the vibrant robes and gilded finery of an aristocrat, and the goat-skin sack at his side was of the type commonly used by travelers to tote their belongings. Anzu imagined the man had come to Ur on one of the morning barges, perhaps from Uruk, or Kish, but most certainly from somewhere within Sumer given his mastery of the local dialect. It was clear, however, that he was not a local. A nobleman doing street magic in Ur was unheard of, any local would know that.
A cheer rose up as the stranger made a small token disappear and then reappear in the ear of an unsuspecting audience member. The crowd became louder still when he bent to scratch an itch and while doing so released a pigeon from within his tunic. Trick after trick elicited outcries of approval and demands for more, and the crowd grew ever larger.
Anzu remained quiet throughout the performance, his eyes wide with wonder. He risked a severe beating should he be late, but he knew such a beating was inevitable anyway, late or not. Hardly a day passed without a thrashing at his master's hand.
The stranger looked about the crowd and his gaze fell upon Anzu. The boy quickly averted his gaze. Slaves never looked a nobleman in the eye, especially slaves who were supposed to be off doing their master's bidding.
"You there, boy, Come forward."
Anzu's mouth fell agape.
"Come along, don't be afraid," the stranger called out.
"I shouldn't," Anzu stammered. He felt the eyes of the crowd on him, and his face drained of color. "I should be going."
The crowd cleared the way, and to his astonishment, he was propelled forward until he stood in front of the man.
What manner of sorcery is this! He thought.
He stared at the packed earth in front of the stranger's feet, careful not to look up. The scent of frankincense hung in the air about the man, reminding him of his father. It was that memory, not fear, which caused his eyes to well with tears.
He shifted nervously, allowing his hair to fall in front of his face. His knees trembled and his cheeks flushed. Slaves simply did not interact with noblemen in this manner. But try as he did he was unable to fall to his knees in submission.
The stranger took hold of his chin, and gently guided his face upward until their eyes met. Anzu quickly shifted his gaze, concentrating on the man's bird-like nose, thin lips and powerful jaw-line, anything to keep from seeing those bottomless green pools the man wore for eyes.
"I should go. My master is waiting."
"Why do you fear me so, boy?"
"He's a slave and a cur, that's why." The words elicited laughter from the crowd.
Anzu turned to see who had spoken, and grimaced when he saw it was a boy from the temple where he prayed. The boy was younger than he, yet he bullied Anzu incessantly to impress his fellows. As a slave Anzu had always been powerless to fight back.
Anzu lowered his head in shame. Things were not always this way. A year earlier he had been the son of a scribe. He had status. A year ago this boy would have treated him with respect.
"It's true, sir," Anzu was forced to admit. "I'm an orphan. A slave until I'm old enough to enlist in King Elulu's army."
Anzu had no love for the king or his army. It was King Elulu himself who had ordered his parents' executions, and his soldiers who had carried them out. Anzu hoped to one day enlist, true enough, but only for the chance to get close enough to kill the King of Sumer.
"So you would go from being the slave of a nobleman to the slave of a king?"
Anzu shrugged.
"An orphan." The man looked saddened by this.
"Yes, sir. My parents were put to death."
"Put to death? For what crime?"
"My father was a story teller. He told the old tales, those of the Anunnaki."
The stranger smiled, but an instant later his look became grave. "And that is a crime?"
"Yes sir, of course. In all of Sumer I thought. How could you not know?" Anzu immediately regretted his words–he had forgotten his place. He looked down at his own feet, bracing for a sharp backhand. To his surprise, none was forthcoming.
"What kind of tyrant would pass such a law?"
Anzu's eyes became wide, his jaw dropped. A murmur rose up and spread through the crowd. Onlookers began dispersing sheepishly. The demonstration had taken a treasonous turn.
"And how old are you, child?"
"Thirteen, sir. Yet I'm small for my age."
The stranger smiled delightedly. "And you will be for quite some time, I imagine."
"I should hope not," Anzu said without thinking. "My master already thinks I'm a weakling."
"Your stature will grow with time, dear boy. There are other strengths to be built in the meantime. Strengths your master cannot imagine."
"Don't talk to that cur," the boy who had spoken earlier shouted. "Do more tricks."
"Yes, more tricks!" echoed several young voices.
The stranger cast his eyes about the crowd, and one by one the onlookers that remained shuddered and hurried away. The boy who had spoken paled and ran off.
The stranger's eyes had become dark and venomous, his face twisted into a horror. And then the eyes shifted, his face softened, and a smile returned to his face.
"What is your name, boy?"
"I am Anzu."
The stranger's smile grew wider. "A noble name indeed. Do you know that Anzu is of the language of the Anunnaki?"
Anzu couldn't hide his surprise. He remembered the wondrous tales of the Anunnaki his father had once told. He cherished them all, reciting them often to himself as he worked. On occasion, when his mood was such that sleep refused to come, he would imagine his father recounting them as he and his mother listened, enraptured. These were stories of the old gods, those men of Sumer worshipped before the great deluge, the gods King Elulu had declared dead. Never in any of the stories did he recall hearing the word Anzu.
"No, sir. I know the stories. I've never heard my name in any of them."
"It is a name to wear with pride. It means he who knows the heavens."
Anzu made no reply.
The man placed his hand on Anzu's shoulder, and the boy felt a calm come over him. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Anzu. I am Alulim, of Eridug."
Anzu laughed abruptly at the reference. Eridug was the First City. In the old tales, when the gods crossed the void from Nibiru to settle the earth, they built Eridug. Alulim was the first of the ancient kings of Sumer.
"I am sorry," Anzu said, horrified that he had laughed at someone so clearly above his rank. "I meant no disrespect."
"Of course you didn't. You were just thinking how astonishingly healthful I appear for a man who has wandered the earth for a hundred thousand years."
Anzu nodded, fighting back laughter. The idea that some of the ancient gods had survived the deluge was not foreign to him, but he had been taught they had slipped into anonymity to escape the wrath of those who blamed them for the disasters brought upon the earth. For one of them to suddenly appear in Ur, freely admitting his identity, was simply too far fetched to take seriously.
"And what have you got there, Anzu?" The man who called himself Alulim pointed to the bulge in the boy's tunic where his master's purse was hidden. On his finger was a golden ring. The setting was empty. It seemed the stone that had once been there was now missing.
Anzu looked around, fearful. The crowd had left them alone. He wanted to run off but was frozen in place.
"Nothing," he finally said. "They don't belong to me. They belong to my master. He sent me to barter some of his works for fish, and will be quite angry if something, or someone, should keep me." Anzu hoped that would make things clear to the man.
"May I see?"
Anzu hesitated. If Alulim was a thief, and he lost the ornaments to him, his master would be furious. His knees shook as he handed Alulim the leather purse.
With a smile, Alulim opened the pouch and peered inside. His gaze shifted to Anzu, and he raised a single eyebrow. Frowning theatrically, he turned the bag upside down. Anzu scrambled to catch the ornaments, but nothing spilled forth. The bag was empty. The boy went pale.
He panicked and fled the market, only realizing he had broken the spell that had rendered him motionless when he was well away.
Anzu sat on the steps of the temple ziggurat beneath the carving of Nanna, god of the moon and the sacred god of Ur. Several peasants stood upon the steps nearby, playing music on a tinkling drum and harp. Worshippers came and went, leaving offerings of stale bread and wine, and all manner of passersby stopped briefly to pay their respects as they went about their daily routine. Anzu barely noticed them as he begged the gods for protection.
He feared there would be no answer. These were the King's gods, and his father had rebuked them. Gods were a jealous, vindictive bunch; it would take more than simple prayer to win back their protection.
The sun approached its apex, and the blistering heat rendered Anzu parched and dizzy. He had no choice but to return to his master, fishless and late. He rose to his feet and bowed before Nanna. Then he made his way through the crowded central avenue toward his master's sanctum.
As he hurried through the bustling city into the quieter eastern borough, he came across a procession of palace soldiers. He had little choice but to watch and wait as they passed. To cross their path would have meant running the risk of a dire thrashing. Rather than take the chance, he took refuge beneath a towering palm, which offered no relief from the heat.
The soldiers passed four abreast, their bronze helmets gleaming under the noon-time sun. They all wore bronze-studded leather tunics and carried shields. Most were armed with spears, others war-axes or heavy clubs carved of bone or wood. Citizens scrambled from the narrow avenue to let them pass; the slower ones were severely beaten.
Following the first platoon was a group of bloody prisoners. A soldier with a whip herded them forward with deafening strikes from a lash. A second platoon of soldiers took up the rear, their eyes scanning the crowd like vultures in search of carrion.
When the procession had passed, Anzu unclenched his fists, wiping the blood from where his nails had cut his palms.
Anzu stood at his master's gate, gathering the courage to enter the courtyard. Voices came from within the brick and mortar walls of the home. He entered and crossed the gravel yard, listening intently for any signs that he might be the subject of discussion. To his surprise, the voices sounded strangely festive, however. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
There was no questioning the mood. Sounds of merriment were indeed coming from the kitchen. He crept silently down the hall and peered through the doorway.
His master stood at the butchering table in the courtyard just outside the kitchen, sipping wine and looking on as his pantry slave gutted one of the four plump fish piled before them. The stranger from the bazaar, Alulim, stood behind him, his eyes fixed on the spot where Anzu stood.
Alulim winked at him just as his master looked up and saw him.
"Anzu, what took you?" The joy had left his face. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched.
The man named Alulim stepped forward, winking at Anzu a second time.
"I was just telling your master how kind it was of you to offer to wait at the harbor while my belongings were unloaded from the barge. I couldn't have withstood this oppressive heat much longer. I delivered your fish for you as promised, as you can see. I trust my belongings are safe?"
He placed a hand on Anzu's master's shoulder as he spoke, and the man's face instantly softened. His eyes appeared to glaze over, and his posture relaxed.
Anzu stood speechless, nauseated. His head began to spin. The heat was suddenly overwhelming him.
"Mulla xul," he stammered, evil devil. His eyes rolled back and darkness took him.
Anzu woke to the smell of grilled fish. He found himself in his room on the pile of sheepskins he used as his bed. His stomach rumbled and an unpleasant sour taste filled his mouth. Bright sunlight filtered through the reed blinds covering the room's only window, casting long shadows across the wall. This told him it was late afternoon.
Memories of the morning's events came back to him, shattering his moment of calm. There was a devil in his master's home.
Anzu bolted upright, and his head began to spin. Acid rushed up into his throat. A bowl of figs and nuts had been left on the floor beside him. A Single grilled fish head sat on a clay plate as well, drenched in olive oil and speckled with herbs. Flies crawled greedily over it. A clay saucer of water was beside that.
The devil would have to wait.
Anzu shooed the flies and attacked his meal, devouring the plump little eyes first, and then the fatty, succulent meat from around the cheeks. When he had finished the bowl of dates and nuts and drained the water, he stumbled out of the room to search for his master.
He could hear voices coming from the back patio, and decided it would be best to learn the devil's purpose before deciding a course of action. So he crawled beneath the windows along the outer corridor and made his way to the far end of the courtyard. Once there he padded softly down the steps and squeezed into the crawlspace underneath the patio. Barely breathing for fear of alerting the men to his presence, he crawled ever closer to their voices.
When he was close enough to make out their words clearly, he peered through the reed skirt that divided the inner courtyard from the crawlspace, and nearly gasped out loud when he saw how close he had come to them.
From his slurred speech, and the nearly empty pitcher of wine at their feet, Anzu could tell his master was drunk. But, oddly, the stranger seemed no different. The devil was plying him with wine.
"The craftsmanship is inspiring, Enlil," the stranger named Alulim was saying as he shook the throwing sticks and dropped them onto the table.
Master Enlil smiled, beaming with pride. "King Elulu himself owns one of my tables. It's fair to say anyone who's anyone in Ur owns one, whether in the form of a table or a board–the more important the man, the larger and more intricate the game. And those who don't have one already are waiting." He laughed heartily.
"I can certainly see why," Alulim said, studying a design in the playing surface.
"Well, then you know quality when you see it. Not every craftsman rises to the rank of nobleman in Ur, you know."
"I should think not."
"I build the tables myself, and pound the copper and set the stones by hand. The playing pieces are handcrafted of copper and bronze, and the throwing sticks are carved from the knucklebones of sheep and oxen."
"Your work is special, rivaling many of those from before the deluge."
Enlil laughed as the man moved one of his pieces and scooped up the sticks for his own turn.
"Surely you've not seen game boxes that old, Alulim! What could possibly have survived the great flood and the many years that followed?"
"Indeed," Alulim said absently. "What could yet remain from a time before the great flood? I admit it seems unlikely anything at all: the splendid and noble Island City, sunken into the depths, the glorious Golden City and all her wonders, half a world away and entombed forever beneath the ice. Yet here we sit, playing a game as old as either of they, and under nearly the same sky."
"Nearly? Have the gods replaced the dome of the sky without my knowledge?" Anzu had to stifle a laugh at his master's wit. He did not often see him so drunk.
Alulim shook his head. "Alas, more has been lost of the past than I dare dwell upon. The stars, painted onto a bowl! There was a time when men knew the nature of the sun and her planets, Enlil, and of Nibiru, the planet of the crossing. But in the days since the flood, knowledge has been reduced to folk tales, and now even folk tales have become criminal. Truly mankind has forgotten the old ways altogether–we are a hair's breadth from being back in the stone-age."
"Those are ludicrous tales invented by savages!" Anzu's master bawled. "Men have evolved. We have science, and science has taught us that the sky is a bowl placed over the disc of the earth by the gods to keep us safe from vile spirits."
"That is not science, it is superstition! The earth is round and the sky is endless. And there truly was another world. And her children did cross the void to this earth in order to evade her destruction, which was so violent an event in the heavens that it was felt even here. It caused the great deluge and the shifting of continents, wiping out nearly everything that breathed. These are events so entrenched in tradition that even your science dares not deny them."
Anzu remembered the tale of the destruction of Nibiru, the home of the ancient kings, the Anunnaki. It was what his father had called The Tale of the Great Irony, how the gods had fled their doomed world, only to meet their end in the cataclysm caused by their home-world's ultimate destruction thousands of years later.
Alulim was treading on dangerous ground, as Anzu's father had done, though he was going even further, claiming to be Anunnaki. He was sealing his fate, and seemingly oblivious to it.
"Your stories are for children and simpletons. The old gods are dead."
Alulim smiled, and Anzu noticed his eyes. They were staring into his. He jumped backward, away from the reed skirt that separated them, and felt a searing pain stab his wrist, sending fire coursing up through his forearm. Before he could stop himself he cried out, and a scorpion scurried from underneath him and disappeared into a narrow crack beneath the patio blocks.
Anzu's arm was consumed by pain. His body convulsed, his mouth went dry and his fingers began to swell. It became hard to breathe. Sunlight stabbed his eyes as the reed skirt parted. A hand took hold of his ankle and he turned to see his master's drunken, scowling face. Anzu began to choke, his mouth foaming, and for the second time in one day, the world wavered, fading, leaving him in darkness.
Anzu thought he was dead. His head throbbed. He was soaked in sweat and wracked with the chills. His hand felt as if it were stuck in a hornet's nest. Through his blurred vision he saw that someone had wrapped his injured hand in clean linens. The protruding fingers were bloated and purple. A face hovered over him. Dinger, he muttered. Anunnaki. Ancient god.
"Sleep child." It was Alulim, he who fell from the heavens. Anzu slipped into darkness once more.
In his dream, he hovered in a shadowy place between worlds. His throbbing arm and raging fever were his only connection to the realm of the living. Someone chanted an ancient hymn, a healing prayer, but it was far away and ever so softly spoken. Wet linens mopped his forehead, but they were of little comfort.
He heard voices in the darkness. The voices of the dead, calling to him, beckoning from the abyss, and their voices became louder, drowning out the healing prayer. He knew he should follow the voices, but the face hovering over him commanded him otherwise. Emerald eyes glowed like twin beacons, and a dark umbilicus held him tethered to their owner.
He seemed to leave his earthly body, and coil about the ceiling like the smoke from a temple censer. Below him he saw the stranger, Alulim, surrounded by a healing light, performing incantations over his feverish form. His master looked on from behind, his aura dark with treachery. Anzu understood his intent, but was powerless to warn Alulim. He had been wrong. So near to death, the truth had become evident, but he was powerless to act.
Anzu traveled upward, through the ceiling, into the sky above Ur's highest ziggurat. Even the palace seemed to be but a child's toy. The great Euphrates River came into view, reflecting the stars and the moon back to the sky, stars above, stars below. He rose higher still, and the river's verdant fringe gave way to a desert wasteland, and a vast gray ocean beyond that.
Higher still, the ocean curving away to the horizon, he saw many lands beyond Sumer that he never knew existed. He passed through a terrifying realm of spirits, the la'atzu, tortured faces filling the sky well above the highest clouds. Vaporous appendages reached for him, groping, swiping, but he was drawn higher still, beyond the reach of their ethereal claws.
He entered an endless darkness, cold and soundless and lonely. The world below shimmered like a jewel on one of Alulim's rings. There were others in the distance, lifeless and desolate, some giant, turbulent, others frozen wastelands or terrible churning furnaces. When he saw the field of stones and rubble beyond the red planet he knew at once it had been another world, the emerald world.
"It's all right, child. The fever has broken."
Alulim knelt beside him. His master was no longer in the room.
"My master," Anzu said in a panic. "Where is he?"
"Shush, now."
"No, you don't understand. He's gone for the soldiers."
"I know, child."
Anzu sat up. He had to get him to understand.
"You must go. Quickly, before he returns! Please."
Alulim held a finger to his lips. Anzu saw the ring he wore there, the one with the empty setting. Each of the others had been set with stones that matched one of the worlds he had seen in the endless sky. In his mind's eye he saw that stone, green as the purest emerald, now gone forever.
Alulim smiled as if he had read his thoughts. "I have spent centuries searching, never dreaming our kind would take refuge in Ur, a city which so despises us as to outlaw the mere mention of our existence. You are one of the last of us, Anzu. I have found no others."
"What are you saying–last of what?"
In your heart, you know.
Anzu stared in disbelief. The words had been clear, though no sound had left the man's throat, nor entered his ears.
"I am old, my child. The end is near for me. I was old when Nibiru met its end and the cataclysm shook this world." He paused briefly, closing his eyes. "Such dreams we had. Such promise this world held. There is so much more that I could teach you, were there but time. But I cannot go on this way, and I fear I will lose much of what I now remember."
"I have prepared a thousand years for this day."
"I don't understand."
The sounds of footsteps and hushed conversation came from outdoors. Anzu's heart began racing. He started to speak, but Alulim shushed him again.
He removed the ring without a stone from his finger and slipped it into Anzu's hand.
"Take this, child. Protect it, and keep it on your person. Through this ring, I will find you again."
Anzu stared in disbelief. Why was he not fleeing?
Alulim smiled at Anzu one last time as Enlil and the palace soldiers stormed into the room.
"There! There is the heretic!" Enlil stood in the doorway pointing at Alulim. The soldiers rushed past him and fell upon the man. Alulim never made a sound as they beat him, and was all but unconscious when they dragged him away.
Anzu wept, and as he did his eyes fell upon his master. The man seemed delighted, his eyes glazing over as he watched the soldiers pummel Alulim with their clubs.
When they had finished, and had dragged Alulim's battered body away, Enlil beat Anzu bloody. Afterward he accused Anzu of being possessed by evil spirits, and told him the beating had been necessary in order to set him free. He told Anzu the medicine that Alulim had given him was dark magic.
Anzu could not imagine that a healing energy could be evil, and told his master so. Enlil flew into a rage, and as he beat him again he shouted the words of the exorcism, "Edin na zu! Barra xul!"
Though the pain seemed without end, Anzu refused to cry out. He clenched his teeth and covered his face with his hands, making himself as small as possible. There he lay, weathering the storm until his master grew too tired to continue.
Later, when Anzu asked his master what would become of Alulim, he was beaten a third time.
When he finally was able to sneak away to his room, Anzu lay curled up on his bed-skins, struggling to make sense of all that had occurred. One of the last of us, Alulim had said. Did this mean there were others? Nothing made sense anymore. He had always thought he believed the stories his father told. So why was it so hard to believe this? Perhaps his faith had been nothing more than hope.
He fell asleep staring at the ring without a stone, wondering how it could possibly help Alulim find him again. Anzu feared he might already be dead.
When Anzu next opened his eyes, he saw the light of day, and went immediately to find his master. It was common practice for the man to sleep in, but today Anzu found him dressed and ready for an excursion into the city. Anzu never knew him to go out so early. Invariably, his master spent mornings in the workshop, shouting to Anzu that he needed this or that, or that something needed a desperate and immediate cleaning. Anzu wondered why today was different, and feared it had to do with Alulim.
"I'm to witness the execution," his master boasted to him as he left the house, all but confirming Anzu's darkest fears. "I'm to be a special guest of his royal highness himself. Clean the workshop and organize the tools in my absence. And be thorough."
Anzu's mouth curled into a snarl that his master never saw, and tears welled in his eyes. He walked slowly back to his room, where he collapsed onto his bed-skins and wept. For a brief moment he had found the promise of companionship, only to have it stripped from him again. The new gods of Sumer had forsaken him as always; worse, they had dangled the promise of happiness before his eyes, only to withdraw it, cackling.
Anzu did nothing in the way of work during his master's absence. So when Enlil returned, he was beaten severely and locked in the courtyard stall, the pen meant for dogs. Since his master had starved his dogs to death months earlier, rather than feed them, the pen had become a place to lock slaves in when they angered him.
He lay on flea-infested straw; the air was heavy with the stench of urine and dung. The heat was stifling in the small, windowless pen. Anzu held the ring with no stone in his hand, running a finger over its etched contours. He missed his parents gravely.
The stall door opened some time later. Anzu was near delirium from the heat; he hungered and his lips were cracked and bleeding. The sudden, intrusive light was blinding. The silhouette of his master filled the doorway, and Anzu crawled into his shadow to block the sun. His master had his hands behind his back, but Anzu knew what he had concealed there. He saw it in the man's eyes.
Behind his master's back, clutched firmly in his trembling hands, was his copper headed war-axe.
"I can see that the spirits possessing you are beyond my ability to exorcise, Anzu. You have brought evil to this house. You are not worth bartering with a kalum to purify your heart."
The man inched closer, doing his best to hide his intent. But his eyes gave him away. In them, Anzu saw the man's exhilaration, his wild anticipation. He tried to remain strong as his master approached. But as he drew closer, Anzu began to whimper uncontrollably. He slid himself backwards until the wall would let him go no further.
His only escape would be to go through the man. This was a daunting prospect, and as his master revealed the axe, bringing it to the ready, the only opportunity he had to do so slipped away.
"Please, master," he whimpered. "Have mercy. I will work hard for you again, I swear it."
Enlil's exhilaration only seemed to heighten, as if the boy's fear fed his blood-lust further. In that moment, seeing the perverse pleasure building in the man's eyes, Anzu resolved not to die without a fight. He cast his eyes about the room, and to his right, mere inches away, found a fist-size piece of dung. As his master lurched forward, preparing to land the killing blow, Anzu scooped up the dung and let it fly.
To his horror, it missed its mark, just grazing his master's ear. But in that instant the man hesitated, and Anzu instinctively brought his foot up and kicked out with all the strength he could muster, landing a blow on his master's shin. The man's knee locked, and he cried out and stepped backward. Anzu kicked again, and Enlil was driven back further, out of his range.
Anzu felt the ring grow cold in his grasp, and his resolve to live turned into rage. His master's eyes grew wide as Anzu regained his feet, readying himself for the confrontation. A newfound courage coursed through his body. Who was this man to treat him so?
Icy tendrils spread outward from the ring, draining the heat from Anzu's body and the air around him. The ring became so cold it burned.
Behind his master, a dark shadow passed in front of the sun. The man's face twisted with rage, and he inched closer, his axe-hand twitching.
The sudden gloom intensified. Though moments earlier he had been near to heat exhaustion, Anzu now shivered from the cold. His master raised his axe, and then he froze, and turned to look into the darkness. And the darkness rushed at the man, consuming him, and Anzu could see him no longer.
But his screams would not soon be forgotten.
The cold retreated from Anzu's body, and he fell against the back of the stall. What was this horror that had come to his rescue? But he already knew. Though King Elulu's new, logical gods had forsaken him, there were older ones still. His father had been right all along, as had Alulim.
The darkness withdrew into the opposite corner of the stall, and his master fell dead at his feet, the copper-headed axe still clutched in his fist.
"Do not fear," the darkness told him.
Anzu stared at the form as it gathered into the shape of a man in flowing, princely attire. Almost as quickly as it formed it began to fade.
"I don't fear you."
"I have left treasures untold. Take them. You must flee Ur."
"But where will I go? I know nothing of the world."
The darkness dispersed.
At dusk each day the palace guard was changed, and the king of Sumer made an inspection of the ranks. This was a tradition that was more a spectacle than a function of necessity, and those with interest and enough gold to bribe the palace gatekeepers were admitted to watch. Though kept at a distance, and under the ever-watchful eyes of the king's personal guards, it was the only good chance any potential assassin could get without infiltrating the ranks.
Anzu had paid his admittance with several gold medallions he had pilfered from his late master's estate. It had taken very little convincing to land himself in the front row once the gleaming ornaments had been proffered.
By now Enlil's body had surely been discovered, and though no wounds would ever be found on his person, the other household slaves had no doubt known of the struggle in the dog-pen, and Anzu would be blamed. Worse, with no apparent cause of death, sorcery would be suspected. This meant torture for the perpetrator, as the evil spirits had to be properly exorcised before the afflicted could be executed. Thus was the nature of King Elulu's logic.
Dusk was nearly upon the palace and the small gathering of onlookers–many obviously tourists from Uruk or Kish–grew silent in expectation. Very soon they would glimpse the king of all Sumer. Anzu cast his eyes about, taking in every detail, noting every guard, every possible avenue through which to reach the king when he showed himself. It was becoming increasingly more apparent that his plan was flawed.
Just above the palace entrance, there was a catwalk, and this catwalk was lined with archers. Anzu had seen enough of the king's archers to know his plan could never succeed. They would cut him down effortlessly if he attempted to cross the distance to the king. He would never get close enough to avenge his parents.
Just then the palace doors swung open and a procession of guards marched forth into the center of the courtyard, spreading out to form a wall between the spectators and the palace guards. When they had taken their positions, the royal personage of King Elulu emerged, chin held high. His robes were held aloft by a procession of fanciful young boys who walked with their noses nearly dragging against the ground. The entourage that followed seemed to be living sculptures of flowing silk and gilded finery that shimmered even in the twilight.
None shined as brightly as King Elulu. The gold he wore could easily have supported a man in luxury for a dozen lifetimes. His layered silk robes trailed far behind him, so that no less than ten boys were needed to hold it aloft. In his hand was a scepter of gold, and on his head, a matching crown.
"Is this truly what you desire, my child?"
Anzu looked up with a start. A stranger stood hunched over him, holding a reed market-basket. What little hair remained on the man's head had gone white, and his skin hung loosely around his throat and under his eyes.
Anzu started to look away from the man, but glimpsed his eyes as they shifted from brown to glimmering green, and when he looked back the illusion was gone.
"That same," the old man said, winking, and Anzu felt a chill come over him. The air around the man had become as cold as the darkest night.
"It doesn't matter what I want. There is no way I can succeed."
Alulim nodded.
"Unless…" Anzu said hopefully.
Alulim made no reply.
"He took your life, didn't he? You must hate him as much as I do."
The old man shifted his gaze back to Anzu, furrowing his brow. He looked around in confusion and shuffled off. His reaction had been evidence enough that Alulim had relinquished possession of his body. That the temperature had risen suddenly and dramatically left no doubt.
Anzu felt the anger renew within him. He might never get another chance. He edged closer to the invisible line the crowd adhered to, and as he did, a commotion rose up from the king's entourage. He looked in time to see that a guard near to the king had broken rank, and in his hand was a bloody axe.
The king lay in a crumpled heap. The gown-boys were screaming and pointing as the guards rushed forward and fell upon the assassin. All at once chaos ensued.
Bodies raced in every direction. Guards who couldn't get close enough to beat the assassin directly took out their frustrations on the onlookers instead. The palace courtyard descended into mayhem. Anzu stood motionless in the midst of it, and though guards and onlookers ran hitherto around him, none paid him any attention.
Anzu stood on the deck of the pontoon barge The Ninmulmulla, and looked across the sand-colored waters of the Euphrates River. He had never seen the great river except in his death-dream, not even from a distance. He had only ever seen the canals around Ur.
He wore the ring with no stone on a length of twine about his neck. It would be some time before it fit his finger.
Anzu watched the walled city, glorious Ur, as it shrank slowly out of sight. He missed his parents. He even missed his master, and Alulim, of course, who he had not seen since the king's assassination the day before. There were worse things than being a slave, he now knew, like being alone.
Someone came shuffling up behind him, and a chill came over him where a moment earlier he had been sweltering in the morning sun. A faint smile crossed his lips.
"And is it as sweet as you had hoped, dear boy?"
The smile left Anzu's lips as he turned to face the traveler. The man had black hair pulled into a ponytail, and walked with a limp.
Where eyes should have been, a glint of green.
"I thought I'd lost you."
"Rest isn't only for the living."
Anzu feigned a laugh and looked out over the water. "No. I thought it was what I wanted. It had become my purpose for living. And now my purpose is gone and I'm left empty."
Alulim stepped up beside him and followed his gaze across the river.
"Then let us rejoice that fact. It was a cold purpose indeed."
"What am I to do now, Alulim?"
The man shrugged. "Only time will tell."


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He relaxed his grip, but didn't release her. Eyes still closed, she nodded and shivered as his thumb brushed a soft stroke along the exposed skin of her arm, just below the edge of her rolled up sleeve. Layla bit her lip and struggled against the urge to moan.
Her eyes tingled, and she knew they had shifted. Dammit. That only happened when she got really mad—or really turned on—and at the moment, she was feeling an intoxicating mixture of both.
Her shirt and jeans felt two sizes too small, and all she wanted to do was get naked and climb this guy like Mount Everest. Her body reacted to him on an animalistic level, and based on the rock hard erection pressing against her stomach, it was blatantly obvious that she was having a similar effect on him. This was ridiculous. They were standing in the front hallway plastered to each other like white on rice.
Layla grit her teeth and pushed against the firm planes of his chest. He didn't move. She swore and forced herself to look him in the face. Mustering courage, her eyes flew open and instantly latched onto his.
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Simply from the circumstances of its creation, Maypine's Bend / Break should be brimming with catharsis and a bracing power that's always welcome in the alt-rock scene. After all, following a fire that destroyed almost all of frontman Jase and his fiancée's possessions, the severe life changes are what underscore the Brighton quintet's newest release, so much so that any previous material has now been pushed aside for this to be seen as their true debut, and representing a move from pop-punk to alt-rock.
Unfortunately there's nothing even remotely as interesting to say about the actual music, as Bend / Break sees yet another band digging their heels into early 2010's Britrock to desperately try and eke out some semblance of wider appeal, and having no such fortune. Honestly, this could've been released in 2011 and no one would've batted an eyelid; big, cinematic guitars dominate an equally wide overall mix, while Jase's vocals try to use their natural British vulnerability and put-on smolder for everything they're worth. Melodically, there's some nice style to a track like Give with its more overtly extravagant presentation, but everything else, be it production or instrumentation, has not much else to speak of.
Even in the writing which definitely has bit more of note to it, Maypine's approach feels so basic and worn-out, largely dominated by big-hearted platitudes that reaches the pinnacle of cringeworthiness on Kodokushi, with its dime-store moralities about kindness and love feeling so mawkish and overwrought. At least from the angle of hook-writing, Maypine don't fare too badly with their attempts here, but there's not a lot that really sticks beyond initial exposure, and the whole thing just seems kind of perfunctory.
And because of that, it's difficult to see what Maypine are going to do next. They clearly have faith in the direction they're taking, but it hasn't proven too fruitful the first time around, and if this is how they're carrying on, it won't then either. Bend / Break isn't exactly terrible, but with a lack of any individual features – or really anything that stands out to any capacity – Maypine are going to have a tough time going forward.
For fans of: Lower Than Atlantis, We Are The Ocean, Boston Manor
Words by Luke Nuttall
'Bend / Break' by Maypine is released on 6th July.


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Agua Panela Outreach
Since 1994
The agua panela outreach represents both the DNA and birthpoint of Ciudad Refugio. It was the very first ministry of Pastor Douglas when he arrived to Medellin, Colombia in 1993, serving the poor and offering them opportunity to know Jesus Christ.
The ministry continues today through a diverse team of local and international volunteers who go out on the streets weekly to minister to the homeless, addicted and displaced.
The agua panela outreach represents the first step in the ladder of Ciudad Refugio's recovery programs. An invitation is given to those who live on the streets to come and sleep in the Ciudad Refugio shelter. The only requirement is that they cannot come under the influence of drugs and alcohol and that they cannot express violence or aggression towards others in any way.
The agua panela outreach has become a bridge for other organizations, ministries, bible schools and interested individuals. It is a way to connect Christians to real, tangible human need. An experience that challenges individuals to apply abstract theory to difficult real-life realities.
700+ outreaches and 1000+ volunteers in 15 years
Volunteer Testimony
My life has changed after this
My experience serving with the ministry of Agua Panela has deeply impacted my heart. I've learned that everyone – each of the men and women living on the streets and using drugs – is searching for love. some might find this population offensive but they are not, and they are genuinely open to receiving the authentic love of Christ.
The sugar water
Every Wednesday night a group of Ciudad Refugio volunteers head out to the streets to distribute agua panela (hot sugar water) and bread to Medellin's homeless and addicted. The snack is accompanied by a tract sharing about the love of God and inviting involvement in the shelter and recovery services of the foundation. This simple act of love represents the longest standing ministry of Ciudad Refugio and also the heart of the organization as we return weekly sowing seeds of grace.
The Beginnings | A Personal Account
The year was 1994 and it was a very violent period in Colombia. The church where we worked was located in one of the darkest and scariest neighborhoods in Medellin. The Saturday meeting with the church's youth just ended. Sunday was almost here, a day of a lot of work for us. We call the weekends, the great marathon. We had five meetings with five messages to prepare and street evangelism. By the time it was done, we were dead. And on Mondays . . . it began again. In addition, I was single and feeling alone, a very painful situation when one is 25 years old. And on top of it all, I was unable to sleep.
The power of prayer
Every hot drink and bread is served with a "Jesus loves you" and an offer for prayer. Those who accept experience the power of drawing near to the powerful presence of God and experience, many for the first time, the touch of His grace.
Drops of grace
Each hot drink, each tract, each prayer or "Jesus loves you", represents a drop of grace. We don´t know which drop will be the one that penetrates to break open a hardened heart, but every week we continue distributing these drops of grace and we know that it is not us, but God who brings the increase.
A smile and a kind word
The men, women and children who live on the city streets live invisible lives as the world passes them by without acknowledgement. A smile, a kind word, a gentle touch… simple gestures like these communicate a sense of worth, of being seen, that invisible people are desperate for.
A Worker's Story
In search of a familiar face
I started using drugs when I was 14 years old, first with cigarettes, then alcohol then marijuana, then cocaine. Twenty years later I made the decision to quit. I shut myself in my house for 5 months and I was able to leave the drugs.
I thought I was free.
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Meek Mill spill some tea on the Gram today and fans are asking for the rest of it.
It seems Meek Mill is again dealing with some relationship drama following his split with Nicki Minaj. The Philly rhymer posted a short message on Instagram Story and quickly deleted it. Thankfully, some fans are quick to get a screenshot of it and posted it on the net. "Cheating is one thing but you let homie steal my Gucci socks," he wrote along with a thinking and a laughing emoji.
Meek Mill deleted the post, but fans are asking for the rest of the tea. The MMG rapper didn't mention any names, but folks are already bombarding Nicki Minaj by tagging her in the comments.
"We need that tea Meek who did @nickiminaj cheated on you with because we know only she alone dumb enough to do that, if she cheated on Safaree you should a known she would cheat on you too homie," one fan wrote.


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Coffee lovers around the world know the magic of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Expresso, Cappucino, Macchiato, Latte, you surely have come across different types of coffees on restaurant menus but did you know even its consumption habits differ from country to country? Coffee is an experience in itself. So, from Saudi Arabia to Mexico, people like to experience their coffee differently. Here we bring you some of the most interesting 'coffee-drinking rituals' (as we may call them) from around the world:
1. Italy
Italians love their espresso in small cups. Interestingly, they consume coffee while standing. Also, for them, the best time to enjoy cappuccino is early morning, while it is a strict no-no at night.
2. Turkey
People in Turkey prefer their coffee mostly after the meal. It is served in a long copper pot, Cezve and they savour it with a Turkish candy. Well, they believe in a popular saying, 'Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death and as sweet as love'.
3. Cuba
In Cuba, coffee is usually quite strong and is served in shots. The first thing every Cuban does in the morning is relish a strong coffee.
4. Saudi Arabia
In Saudi Arabia, coffee ritual includes cultural etiquettes like the first cup of coffee is served to the elders. A typical cup of Saudi Arabian coffee contains cardamom spice and dates to balance the bitterness.
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5. Ethiopia
People in Ethiopia love their coffee so much so that they have declared it as their country's national drink. There's a popular saying in the country that goes like 'Coffee is our bread'.
Ethiopians are really particular about their coffee so they first add sugar in the cup, then coffee along with water. They have a traditional ceremony in which they have three servings of coffee and each is given its own name — Awol, Tona and Baarka.
ALSO READ: Craving coffee? These innovative dishes are perfect for your caffeine fix
6. France
French begin their day with Café au lait, which is coffee with hot milk. It is served in a wide mug so that they can enjoy baguettes or croissants along.
7. Mexico
Mexicans love their coffee with cinnamon. Their coffee is usually spiced and is brewed with cinnamon sticks in earthenware pots.


text: Home Breadcrumb caret Industry News Breadcrumb caret Industry Reasons to watch U.S. credit spreads Tight U.S. credit spreads are beginning to widen as risk gets priced in December 13, 2017 | Last updated on December 13, 2017 3 min read Here's some good news: tight spreads in U.S. investment-grade and high-yield bonds are finally starting to give way. Listen to the full podcast on AdvisorToGo, powered by CIBC. Throughout 2017, there was "a general compression of credit spreads across the board, with very little differentiation of risk at the sector or security level," says Andrew Kronschnabel, portfolio manager at Logan Circle Partners in Philadelphia, and co-manager of the Renaissance U.S. Dollar Corporate Bond Fund. By mid-November, the market started "pricing risk more appropriately, [with] lower-rated, less fundamentally secure companies hav[ing] their debt prices decreasing," Kronschnabel says. Examples of companies included Frontier Communications and Teva Pharmaceutical Industries—both highly leveraged companies, says Kronschnabel. He also pointed to Sprint Corporation, which saw a potential merger with T-Mobile fall through in early November. The credit market's repricing extends beyond telecoms and pharmaceuticals, however. Read: More to U.S. corporates than interest rates "What we're seeing is differentiation among sector and issuer in terms of bond pricing," says Kronschnabel. "Good companies' bonds are increasing in value or staying [level], and companies with challenges have bond prices that are decreasing in value quite dramatically." Recent dramatic drops are the result of "somewhat rich," valuations, he adds. For example, in high yield this year, yield lows have been about 5.4%—"a very high valuation for U.S. high yield," he says. Yields for investment-grade bonds tell a similar story, says Kronschnael: "We had credit spreads around 90 basis points […] relative to U.S. Treasurys, which is close to post-2008-crisis tights." When that occurs, "We'll attempt to pick the winners and losers," says Kronschnabel. "That's where we can make a difference." Read: Look beyond U.S. for best investing opportunities: report Effects of tight spreads Typically, within a market of tight spreads, "when companies misstep, their bonds get punished dramatically," says Kronschnabel. He aims to reassess companies if their valuations change. "We sometimes say in the corporate bond market: there are no bad bonds, just bad prices," he adds, explaining that a bond repricing might catch his eye if it appropriately reflects risk. For example, a high-yield bond that trades at 4% might become more attractive at 6% to 8%, depending on risk. "We're starting to see the pricing of risk become more appropriate, which creates a lot of opportunity for us to […] avoid situations that are negative and then to evaluate situations after they've repriced," says Kronschnabel. The backdrop is positive. As of mid-November, he called overall macroeconomic fundamentals "supportive." In fact, he added, "The third quarter was the best quarterly earnings generation in U.S high-grade markets since 2011." Those factors support Kronschnabel's view. "Yes, spreads are closer to the tight end of the recent range," he says, "but we don't think that's unwarranted by the backdrop or underlying fundamentals within the marketplace." Also read: Low-rate strategies for fixed income Global economy has 'room to run' in 2018: BlackRock This article is part of the AdvisorToGo program, powered by CIBC. It was written without input from the sponsor. Save Stroke 1 Print Group 8 Share LI logo


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Kimya Dawson is an American folk singer and songwriter, known as one half of the band "Moldy Peaches." The band went on hiatus in 2004, while Dawson toured most of North America and Europe. In 2008 Kimya Dawson recorded some acoustic songs for a movie soundtrack of the coming of age indie film "Juno." One of the most popular songs that is hear throughout the movie is "Tire Swing," which can be heard on her album "Remember That I Love You." Another of her popular songs that is heard in the movie is "Anyone Else But You," by the "Moldy Peaches" which put the band back on the map. Dawson's last album was released in 2011 called "Thunder Thighs." Now she collaborates with other artist such as "Third Eye Blind" and Paul Baribeau. Hopefully Kimya Dawson will put outnew music in the near future.
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08/12/2018 at 1:59 pm #20483
My wife is Greek and speaks to our son 1-1 99% of the time in Greek. I only speak to him in English. He is 2 in June and can say words in both languages. I'm slowly learning the words he is saying as well.
I think the key is consistency.
I have a mate where they all speak both English and German and their 5 year old will mash the both together without realising.


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Dear fellow warriors,
My name is Dan. I was born and raised in Southern California. After school I joined the Navy and after initial training I was assigned to duty aboard an aircraft carrier home ported in Norfolk, Virginia. I served during two deployments to the Mediterranean and Indian Ocean, and also the Northern Atlantic. I also served aboard a submarine home ported at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii and served during a deployment to the Northern and Western Pacific. Eventually I left active duty but remained in the Navy Reserve.
I was recalled to active duty in 2007 and deployed to Iraq, redeploying in 2008. My pre-deployment training took place at Fort Jackson, with additional training in Kuwait before entering Iraq. Members of my reserve unit usually deployed as Individual Augmenters working closely with members of each of the other service branches. I served mostly in Baghdad, and mostly in the International Zone (IZ) when not traveling to work sites in support of our mission.
The International Zone was a favorite target of the insurgents and was routinely subjected to rocket and mortar attacks. During attacks and until the "all-clear" was sounded, the FOBs were under lockdown, which meant restriction to hardened structures or the first bunker that could be found. The first direct hit on a bunker in the IZ was recorded during my deployment. Soft billeting was routinely shredded by shrapnel. Finding hard-cover for a place to sleep was sometimes difficult during more active periods of hostility. The deployment was hard on my body and I've been dealing with the VA for the injuries since returning home in 2008. Last year another veteran told me about 9-11 Help America Foundation and gave me Mike's phone number. I've heard and seen the great things that the foundation has done for many veterans and their families. The events sponsored by the foundation enable the veterans and their families to provide support to each other and provide the camaraderie that existed when we served".


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Golden Sunset is a very nice place for the family and they have the best Philippines Cultural Show that I have ever seen! Food, Drinks, and Pets are not allowed inside the resort so you have to be contented with eating at the Filipino Fishpond Restaurant or at Cucina de Oro (which serves international cuisine pasta, pizza, etc.). I like the Fishpond restaurant a lot better than the Cucina de Oro (they need to have a better cook). Although the restaurants are not something to rave about in this place. My son, Aidan really enjoyed with the fun swimming pools, playground, kids room, and the butterfly sanctuary. My wife, Rache also enjoyed the massage at the Serendipity Spa for P500 🙂 For me, I enjoyed the cultural show and taking photos of the surroundings and the golden sunset. So everyone is happy 🙂
Just to give you a feel of how big the resort is.
Nice big slide with an olympic size swimming pool.
Aidan loves playing with the water coming out of the side of the swimming pool.
This reminds me of Ace Water spa where it is called a rainfall massage area where you can lie down in the tile bed under man-made rainfall shower. Aidan also loved this place.
This is a view of the rainfall shower massage area at night.
This is the butterfly sanctuary but you can only see a few butterflies but there are a lot of instructional posters all around.
A very nice playground but it is too hot during the summer season to play in here.
There is a kid's room beside the Serendipity spa so we had fun here while Momsy is getting her massage.
@ Veranda Cafe
Welcome Ice Tea Drink @ Veranda Cafe. This is where the videoke is located and normally you can order snacks and drinks.
@ Fishpond Restaurant
The Fishpond Restaurant. The best is their Tilapia because it is fresh!
Pinakbet (P150). The servings are generous and the taste is just OK. The vegetable dishes is lined price at P150.
Tortang Ampalaya (P150). Trying to eat healthy and observe the holy week abstinence.
Tinumok (P150). One of their best vegetable dish similar to Laing.
Inihaw na tilapia (P300) served with steamed talong, okra and bagoong balayan. The best because of its freshness.
You can also go on fishing for the tilapia.
@Cucina de Oro
Nice name but mediocre food…
Florintine (P120). Pathetic and forgettable taste.
Seafood Chowmien (P180). This is just pansit canton with a fancy name.
They have the best cultural show that I've ever seen which is a mix of the Philippines and Hawaiian cultural dances. The performers are beautiful, handsome, and really knows how to dance. The fire dance was amazing too.
Aside from the usual Tinikling dance participation, there is a hula dance participation too. My wife did not get away with it because I tried to grab Aidan and take care of him so that I won't be selected to participate 🙂
Aidan with the beautiful dancers of the Cultural show.
Check out Hocchuan's Photoset on the Cultural Show. Simple the best and truly world class, I should say.
Serendipity Spa! My wife loved her massage even just the basic Swedish Massage (P500) for 1 hour.
[Golden Sunset 1] Allegedly the Best Resort in Batangas 🙂
[Golden Sunset 2] The Golden Sunset Experience
[Golden Sunset 3] What to do in Golden Sunset?


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CHARLOTTE, N.C. — David V. Singer, chief executive officer of Snyder's-Lance, Inc. has announced he will retire after the company's annual stockholders meeting on May 3.
Carl E. Lee Jr., who has been president and chief operating officer since December 2010 and was also c.e.o. of Snyder's of Hanover for five years, will take over the head leadership role.
"Dave has accomplished much in his tenure at Snyder's-Lance, and we appreciate greatly the strong foundation that has been built under his leadership," said Bill J. Prezzano, lead independent director. "His dedication and industry experience have been instrumental in the company's growth into the snack industry leader it is today, and we look forward to building on that success."


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Here is another simple One pot recipe which is populare in Nellore district of Andhra Pradesh.
All the Ingredients are added in the Clay pot and cooked till they are soft.
The curry is then mashed using a 'pappu gutthi' and then given a 'Tadka'.
Check out the video –
Very quick and easy to cook.
Can be prepared in 15 minutes without much effort.
Make this when you crave for a simple traditional dish and are in a hurry. Especially suitable for those who are new to cooking , for Bachelors, for working professionals who prefer to eat homemade food.
Similar method can be used for different vegetables like bottle gourd, Ridge gourd, Sorrel leaves (Gongura) , Spinach , khatta palak etc. Just replace Brinjal with any of these veggies.


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I adore paper dolls, probably because I used to hand-draw them for hours as a child, but have to admit that the lovely vintage style paper dolls from French-website and CMP favorite TinyUs is way better than anything I drew. Especially when they can turn your very own child into a doll.
Rather than charging you, say, $10 for the chance to turn your sweetheart into a paper doll, TinyUs just asks you to make a donation, in any amount, to Présence, a school for children with developmental disabilities in the south of France. I felt like I was giving a little Valentine to others by making my donation. In turn, I received one of the cutest Valentines I've ever seen.
*Please note that the headline is topical snark and in no way is meant
to imply that we do not like paper dolls from other countries. Except
for one very small one that shall remain nameless. Nope. Not telling. Sorry.


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There was one reason why we came to Les Eyzies. It was to visit Font de Gaume, the only site in France with "polychrome" (colored) prehistoric cave paintings still open to the public. The catch was, there's no advance tickets sales, you need to show up and wait in line and purchase tickets for one of the "tours". The ticket office opens at 0930, we got there at 7am and there were already people in line for one of the 52 tickets available on this day! Carbon Dioxide is starting to damage the 15,000 year old paintings of 230 animals, so access is limited. We could have gone to Lascaux and visited the Lascaux II, which is a replica of the original, now closed to the public because of carbon dioxide damage....but seeing the real thing was on the Missus' bucket list, so here we were. One of the reasons we stayed where we did was that it was a short 2 kilometer walk up the street.
Folks were sitting around chatting, checking their smartphones, staring off into space, or like me, checking out this very social little guy, who seemed totally unafraid of humans.
Like clockwork, the place opened at 0930. We were about number 14-15 in line. The only English tour of the day was at 10am and we easily got tickets to it! Since it would be starting fairly soon we just hung around for 15 minutes and off we went up the trail.
Of course photos aren't allowed, but let me just say, this well worth 5 times the 7.5 Euro ticket price....that's right, it seems they really care for this place and aren't gouging you. Much like the Hal Saflieni Hypogeum, this place left us amazed and truly touched. The artwork is quite amazing, one of the particular paintings, which looked somewhat abstract and 3-d had our guide tell us, "see, even then, they had a Picasso!" And then there was the famous "Reindeer Kissing" painting. This is truly a worthwhile place to visit. I'm not sure how much longer it will be open to the public, but it is truly a treasure.
We left on a high, we decided to walk back into town and grab some lunch. But first, the walk......Les Eyzies is in essence a one street village, near the north end of that walk is the Hotel Cro-Magnon.
This hotel was built in 1868, basically on the site where the first Cro-Magnon skeleton was unearthed. The owner of the hotel was Monsieur Magnon and it was on his land the remains were found. Thus the name, Cro-Magnon....which in simple terms means, "Mr Magnon's Hole".....you gotta love that! Just think, all those guys you called Cro-Magnon.....you were calling them "Mr Magnon's hole......" Which might have been appropriate!
Turning back, it was time to decide on lunch. We were kind of tired...sleeping on what felt like plastic sheeting didn't translate into a good night's sleep and the Missus really enjoyed the salad She had the night before, so Pizzeria La Milanaise just seemed like the easy choice.
So the Missus got Her salad. Meanwhile, I decided to go just go for it and got the Pizza de Campagnade (14,3 €/about $16US), mainly because it was topped with...yes, this is the Dordogne...Foie Gras. My curiosity had gotten the better of me it seems...or maybe not as this was pretty good.
It was a nice thin crust, the edges charred, but not bitter. It was merely topped with foie gras after the pizza baking process, which answered my questions of how foie gras would survive on a pizza. Under that cheese was a nice amount of "magret fume" smoked duck breast which was quite good; the "sauce" was persillade, basically a parsley-herb-garlic-oil-vinegar mixture that really resembled pesto in this case. It was quite rich....as in after the salad, we had one-third of the pizza and the foie gras and took the rest to go. So here's the thing, sixteen bucks here in the Dordogne gets you smoked duck pizza topped with foie gras........
Pizzeria La Milanaise
41 Avenue de la Préhistoire
Les Eyzies-de-Tayac-Sireuil, France
We walked back to our unit, stopping again at the win shop at the end of the street....this time we noticed a photo of the owner; the guy running the register, who looked a bit less dapper than this photo......his "Bond....James Bond" picture.
Getting back to the apartment, it was a bit too early for a nap, so we got into the car and decided to take a drive around the countryside. We came across a village named Campagne.
The Chateau and park was closed, but it was a charming little stop. Wikipedia says the population of this town is 345.
Which of course makes one wonder what life here is like......
Later that evening, while we finished the remnants of the pizza along with a nice bottle of wine, I noticed some movement on the hillside. There were some deer grazing. In some sense it looked so peaceful......in harmony with the surroundings. Perhaps this was what the beautiful Dordogne does to you.....