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Donate to Kickstarter.com to Help Publish Poor Millionaires by Nathan Roberts and Michael Kimpur
This is an excerpt from the forthcoming book "Poor Millionaires: The Village Boy who walked to the Western World and the American Boy who followed him Home" By Nathan Roberts and Michael Kimpur. When Michael Kimpur was a small boy his village was raided by the neighboring tribe. He fled through the desert with a group of boys and they were found by a team of World Vision missionaries John and Sarah. Michael then became a World Vision Sponsor Child in the small village school of Kiwawa Kenya. This story is about Michael's first experience with western medicine at Kiwawa Elementary School.
The third year of Michael's schooling at Kiwawa was a particularly wet rainy season. After the first few days the puddles began sprouting legs and after a few weeks the desert was an interconnected network of ponds, a temporary marshland thick with ravenous mosquitos. And between the itching and swatting, the boys could hardly sleep. Before long, several boys had come down with the hotness.
"Pokot don't have a word for germs. If you tell them there are tiny animals living in their blood, they won't believe you. Believe me, I've tried to convince them," Michael said emphatically. "They just keep asking over and over how an animal could fit in their body. Maybe I should bring a microscope or something," he trailed off. "Anyways, so when somebody gets malaria they just say they have the hotness. They don't have medicine, so they pray and sacrifice a goat to Tororot before asking the werkoyon to make a mixture of healing plants for them to drink."
For weeks, the mosquitos swarmed like locus. Eventually so many boys were sick that classes were cancelled. The sound of pumped water splashing on the concrete was paired with boys moaning from their huts. When the eleventh boy fell sick, John loaded the truck with two days' worth of food and braved the flooded valley.
He returned a few days later with a thorn-shaped object he called "med-i-cine." As John so often did, he introduced this new idea in the form of a one-act play. Sarah held up the syringe with an exaggerated smile across her face. John lay down on the ground, fanning his face, rubbing imaginary sweat from his brow. Then Sarah leaned down and rolled up John's sleeve as she lifted the syringe high in the air for the boys to see. She pretended to stab John's arm, and after a few moments John stood up smiling. The boys nodded along understanding that "medicine" was something that helped sick people recover from the hotness.
"Good?" John asked the council, pointing at the needle and leaning over a sweating boy.
"Good," the boys agreed.
Then he leaned over the first boy who had taken sick. After a week of the hotness the boy was barely able to move, sweating faster than he could drink. John pushed the syringe deep into his arm and the boy screamed in pain, trying to shake free. But Sarah immediately sat on the boy's chest, holding him down until the syringe was empty.
The other boys froze, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. Baba and Kama Kiwawa were torturing a sick boy. "The Pokot are a trusting people by necessity," Michael laughed. "If someone says there is a river over that hill, then you believe them. If a scout says Turkana are coming, then you run. We don't have CNN or BBC to confirm or deny or argue the facts of the day, so we have to trust that the messenger is telling the truth. And if we find that he is lying, he knows he will get a beating of a lifetime, which is something that a few Western news people have coming, by the way." He smiled. "We are not as skeptical as people in the West. So if someone tells you medicine will help, than you believe them. That's why we were so shocked that John had hurt the sick boy."
"Good." John stood up. "Next." John pointed at Kimpur, who looked at him with confused fear.
"I was so terrified. But before I could run away, John took hold of me by the arm and Sarah sat on me. I shouted, 'No medicine, no medicine.' I tried to tell them in Pokot that I wasn't even sick. But they stabbed me anyways. But now I know it was my first introduction to what Americans call preventative care." The rest of the boys ran and were lost in the bushes before John and Sarah finished with Kimpur.
That night the older boys built a small fire deep in the valley. And as the fire crackled, they could hear a swollen river sloshing along the sandy banks a stone's throw away. "I have heard of healing plants tasting bitter," one of the elders said angrily, "but never someone being stabbed!"
"Baba said med-i-cine would help them get better from the hotness," one of the younger boys added.
"Then why did they stab Kimpur? He wasn't sick."
"Perhaps we should wait here until Keu comes back" The elders rubbed their hairy chins as they heard the various explanations. Then they retreated into the shadows to talk in hushed tones as the fire dyed down to embers. The oldest boy returned leaning on his staff. "Baba and Kama Kiwawa have always treated us well and given us good things," he said, swatting a mosquito on his forearm.
All the boys nodded, "Oee." The Pokot tribes version of Amen.
"So we are curious to see what will become of those who have been stabbed by this medicine. We cannot wait for Keu to return. So we will stay here tonight and send a scout to see how the other boys are in the morning. If they are better, then we will all be stabbed. If they are sick, then each is free to choose to be stabbed or not." And the boys all agreed this was a fair judgment.
The next morning, the scouts returned and explained that two sick boys said they were feeling a little better but the others were still sick.
"What about Kimpur?"
"He said his arm is sore," the scout said.
So they waited another day and another. And on the third day, three more boys said they were feeling better. And the oldest boy, who was eager to start sleeping under a roof, decided that five boys was enough evidence and ordered all the boys to be stabbed.


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Do Tony Soprano's clothes still have that Bada Bing? James Gandolfini, star of HBO's "The Sopranos," hopes to raise as much as $34,000 for charity by selling off his character's mob-boss outfits -- from Tony's bathrobe to his bloody hospital gown -- at a Christie's pop-culture auction on Wednesday in New York.
Highlights include the white bathrobe monogrammed with a lavender "S" worn by Tony in the pilot as he fetches the newspaper and feeds ducks in his swimming pool. It is expected to sell for as much...

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Many FIRC members will be heading to the Horse World Expo in Harrisburg, PA to enjoy seminars, demos, and to shop. If you're going to there on Saturday, March 3 it would be great to get together. Let's gather at 5PM at Curt Pierce's booth, S8 (on stallion row) and then maybe go together and grab a bite or drink. Curt's there representing Norwegian Fjords but he won't mind if FIRC members crash his booth! We'll figure out where might be best once we see how many of us there are. Expos are always fun but sharing with your horsey friends makes the event special.
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A couple of days ago I saw a tweet claiming that people in California are throwing "measles parties" to deliberately expose their children to measles. It linked to a story on the LA Times website. All the responses that I saw to the tweet were about how dumb those people are.
There's only one problem: The article actually says there have been no reports of measles parties. The article presents a warning by state epidemiologist Dr. Gil Chavez, but states:
Chavez issued the statement after KQED reported that a Marin County mother had been invited to expose her two young children to a child who had contracted measles. The mother, [redacted], whose 6- and 8-year-olds are not vaccinated, told KQED that she declined the offer.
The Times was not able to reach [redacted] on Monday and has not been able to confirm that any measles parties have taken place.
The added emphasis is mine, and I've redacted the mother's name since I don't want to add to the wave of harassment she's undoubtedly going to get from morons.
How can anyone read that article and think that people are actually holding measles parties? Credulous people read not the words in the article, but what they want to believe. A lot of people want to think (not entirely without reason) that the anti-vaccination crowd is stupid, so they'll look at an article and see only the warning against "measles parties," possibly not even reading past that sentence, and invent the rest in their heads.
(People did once deliberately expose their children to measles, chicken pox, and the like, figuring they'd get those diseases anyway, and it might as well be at a planned time. That was a different time, though, when vaccines weren't widely available or didn't exist at all. It also doesn't help that in some cases, the site throws a pop-up in front of the story saying it doesn't like your browser.)
People can even be credulous about unsupported claims of the existence of unsupported claims. Recently on Google+ I saw a post whose headline said that somebody was asserting that there are 300 million 5-year-old prostitutes in the US. It linked to an article that didn't cite anything close to that claim being made by anyone. The author might have intended the headline as obvious hyperbole, but commenters accepted that someone was making that claim, and the Google+ poster didn't bother to correct them.
When a story is in line with people's prior assumptions, they'll very often swallow it without any critical thought. It fits their narrative, so it must be true. I have to watch out that I'm not doing the same thing. At first I though that Darren Wilson's shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson was a typical case of unjustified police violence, but the evidence I've read about since then clearly discredits the story of an unresisting Brown saying "Don't shoot!" The story was plausible, because of irregularities in the police investigation and the Ferguson police's horrible record, but it wasn't true. It took me a while to realize that, and many people are still convinced it's true in spite of the forensic evidence.
Perhaps we need to be especially careful when our first reaction to a report is "Just as I expected!" What we expect isn't always true.


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How did you start out?
In 1994 I was a recent graduate with a degree in Linguistics and a TEFL certificate - working in a bank with a second job selling fruit and veg in the local open air market. A friend rang and told me about a job she had signed up for in the summer and they were looking for more people - it was teaching English and leading activities for Embassy in one of their junior summer schools - I never looked back!
What helped you get as far as you have?
Grit. I believe if you are passionate about what you do, and motivated by your surroundings then you can achieve most things. I have put my hand up a lot over the years, (sometimes too much!!) taken on additional tasks and stepped outside of my comfort zone. I always strive for excellence over perfection in whatever I do.
I moved sideways a lot in my career, this has helped me gain a wider knowledge and experience of this industry which in turn has helped me when moving up the ladder. I have also had a wide variety of managers and colleague from whom I have been fortunate enough to learn and grow. So you could say it has been a team effort!
What piece of advice would you give to your 21-year-old self?
Don't sit within your comfort zone. Volunteer. Be kind, always. (Hmmm, that's three isn't it! If I have to choose one then definitely kindness!)
A low point in your career/life and how you overcame it?
When I was pregnant with my second child I became very ill and had to take some extended time off work. I was exhausted and my parents had to move in to help look after my daughter who at that time was 3 years old.
I felt extremely guilty that I was letting my colleagues down, my clients down and of course - my young daughter down.
Whilst a very difficult period, it was actually the best thing that happened to me - I was given the luxury of being able to reassess my life and prioritise what really matters - which is my family. That priority remains with me today, and has enabled me to have a very healthy work/life balance - that I tweak as soon as it falls off kilter!
One word to describe yourself?
What are you most proud of in your professional life?
Not so much something I am proud of, but the part of my working life that I enjoy the most - which is mentoring, coaching and supporting those both in my immediate team as well as colleagues around me. Their successes make me happy.
Your first paying job: What and when?
My father used to manage a printing company and my mother ran a 'Print Finishing' business from our house on a large housing estate in Basildon, Essex. Basically this involved huge lorries squeezing down the cul de sac delivering numerous boxes of printed material that needed finishing before going off to clients - stapling, gluing, collating, counting, rolling. My mother had a team of ladies who arrived at the house with 'borrowed' supermarket trollies to collect and deliver boxes - they were a formidable workforce of mothers from around the estate and I loved being involved. I spent many weekends collating calendars!
When I was 16 I got a real job wrapping Christmas presents at Tesco, but by then I was such a formidable calendar collator I could earn 5 times more an hour staying at home and helping the team of mothers on the estate - never got my own shopping trolley though - always regretted that!
What do you do to keep yourself centered?
I'm a mother of two - my children keep me grounded. Them and meditation.
What's your favourite quote?
Ooh I am going to cheat as I have a few...
From a work perspective I often use the following quote to highlight that perhaps a change in direction is needed, or to encourage someone to look at something differently:
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
– Albert Einstein
Both my children made me little decorations at nursery with the below quote on it - I have them hanging on my dressing table and the words remind me every morning how important my role as a mother truly is:
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
– Dr. Seuss
And finally, my personal favourite:
Nobody puts baby in the corner.
– Patrick Swayze
Let's face it, you can't argue with Patrick!
What would your superpower be?
The ability to clone myself - I could get far more done and still be able to snuggle up on the sofa with my loved ones whilst doing it :)


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Sister Catherine Dunleavy, I.H.M., formerly Sister Catherine de Ricci, died July 7 in Camilla Hall, Immaculata, in the 74th year of her religious life. She was 95 years old.
Born in Philadelphia, Sister Catherine entered the congregation of the Sisters, Servants of the Immaculate Heart of Mary in 1941 from Visitation B.V.M. Parish, Philadelphia, and professed her vows in 1943.
She taught in the elementary grades for almost 50 years in schools of the Archdiocese of Philadelphia and the Dioceses of Allentown and Metuchen, N.J. She was assigned to Camilla Hall in 1990.
The funeral Mass was celebrated in Camilla Hall Thursday, July 10. Msgr. Joseph Logrip was the celebrant and homilist. Father William Dean was the concelebrant.
Sister Catherine is survived by members of her IH.M. community and her loving nieces and cousins. She was predeceased by her parents Patrick and Anne Cunniffe Dunleavy and brothers Joseph, John (Mildred), Martin (Helen) and her sister Ellen (Charles) Brooks.
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Chapters in the textbook include learning about more about Southeast, how to find and evaluate information, critical thinking, communication, finding your place, being a responsible Redhawk, and learning about the various academic resources you can use while at Southeast. This book is meant to help students, not only during their first year, but during their entire academic career.
First-Year Seminar: Connecting to Southeast is published by XanEdu and can be purchased in the Southeast Bookstore during Fall 2018 Opening Week.


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Check out these new titles in the Teen Corner at the Moline Public Library. Click on the title to go to the catalog for more information and to place a hold.
Dreamology by Lucy Keating
For as long as Alice can remember, she has dreamed of Max. Max is the boy of her dreams—and only her dreams. Because he doesn't exist. But when Real Max shows up at her new school, he's nothing like Dream Max even though he's been dreaming of her also. When you fall in love in your dreams, can reality ever be enough?
Extra Life by Derek Nikitas
After thoroughly messing up his life, Russ gets a call from the very last person he expects—his future self. This "Future Russ" gives him a chance to fix his mistakes by leaping twelve hours into the past. Russ can't resist, figuring the day can't get any weirder or worse. But he couldn't be more wrong.
Nightstruck by Jenna Black
Becket was tricked into opening a door between worlds. Now dark magic trickles into Philadelphia, strange creatures roam the streets and inanimate objects come to life, all of them bloodthirsty and terrifying. The city returns to normal when the sun rises each morning, and Becket finds herself struggling to protect her family from the monsters—and the urge to join them herself.
Essential Maps for the Lost by Deb Caletti
Mads is staying with her aunt and uncle in Seattle after graduating from high school. But when she finds a body in the middle of the lake, she becomes obsessed the dead woman. Her search leads to her son Billy, and the two realize they have a lot in common and fall in love. As summer comes to an end, Billy and Mads must decide whose story to follow: their family's or their own.
Exit, Pursued by a Bear by E.K. Johnston
Hermione has been a lot of things: Cheerleader. Girlfriend. Best friend. But then someone puts something in her drink at a party, and in an instant she finds herself wearing new labels: Victim. Survivor. That raped girl. And now she begins to learn who she really is, and who she can truly consider a friend.


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Sport Massage
A 45 minute massage for treatment of an injury or restriction associated with performance of sport or daily activity. Done with workout clothes on. May include stretching, resistance stretching, deep tissue, dynamic cupping and other modalities.
Performance Massage
A 60 or 90 minute massage that includes a short assessment of tension patterns with palpation and passive motion. The massage will address the tension patterns found using cupping, deep tissue, neuromuscular therapy, stretching and other massage modalities to relax those tension patterns. The whole body will be addressed but the whole body may not be massaged.


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Green Gecko
A Green Gecko Article By Rotarian Keith Kimpton
The Green Gecko project was initiated by Tania Palmer.
Trudy Poole became aware of the project at an early stage and was concurrently a member of the Rotary Club of Frankston. Trudy introduced Tania to our club, where she has been at various times a guest speaker, a guest, and a Paul Harris fellowship recipient. Neil Blacks' daughter, Holly, has been, along with Trudy, a great supporter of Green Gecko.
Many club members have visited Siem Reap and helped out at Gecko.
Trudy has, for a long time, provided dental health education to the Gecko kids. Trudy's' background is that she was a dental therapist then joining her husbands transport business. Trudy and Tania decided that they could expand to a "Wellness Centre" and provide dental and allied health services to their own kids and to others from other N.G.Os in the Siem Reap area.
They purchased land and moved an existing building to the site. Trudy purchased a collection of second hand dental equipment in Phnom Penh and (with Russell) installed it at the new premises, then know as "Purple Mango".
Trudy invited me to join her in Siem Reap to inaugurate the clinic. We spent a couple of days sorting out the various instruments and donated materials, establishing protocols and turning the collection of bits and pieces into a functional surgery. Trudy and I spent the next 10 days or so treating a variety of young people from Green Gecko and two other N.G.O's in the Siem Reap area.
I made the observation that kids who had been part of Trudy's dental health education at Green Gecko, largely oral hygiene and good diet, had significantly better oral health than kids from another N.G.O. Both groups had come from similar deprived socio-economic backgrounds but Gecko had provided residential care and Trudy's program whereas the other group did not provide residential care and therefore had no control of diet.
I was able to introduce the concept of pit and fissure sealing. Putting a covering "glaze" over the fine fissures on the biting surfaces of molar teeth. This all but eliminates the most common place for dental decay to begin and quickly and cheaply reduces the incidence of decay.
Quite possibly the most valuable aspect for me is the story of Sokun Eang. Sokun has grown up in the Gecko family. She was "rescued" from her parents at about 11 years of age and came to Gecko and started to go to school. At 20 she was doing year 12 and was invited/asked to act as my dental nurse each morning that I was there, and to attend school in the afternoons. (Cambodia has 2 cohorts of students, one morning shift and one afternoon shift). Within the space of a few days, Sokun became a competent nurse and was also able to undertake the various "back room" aspects of dentistry such as equipment maintenance and autoclaving (sterilising). Unbeknown to me she had harboured a desire to train as a doctor but had, during the two weeks we were together, changed her mind and decided to study dentistry. She completed her year 12 studies successfully and did so well in a national university entrance exam that she was able to gain entrance to Puthisastra private university in Phnom Penh.
This university offers what I understand to be the best dental education in Cambodia. The Dean of Dentistry is Callum Durward who is an Australian and also Adjunct Professor at James Cook University in Queensland, i.e. a reliable course and good quality graduates. Sokun, having started the dental course last year, submitted an application for a scholarship. It apparently was essentially a autobiographical account of her start in life as a "street kid" and her time with Green Gecko along with her hopes and aspirations for her future. Along with representations from Trudy, Green Gecko and myself, it culminated in her being awarded a full scholarship for all her university fees for all 7 years of the course. This allowed for my offer to donate the funds needed for the university fees to be diverted to cover all her accommodation and living expenses whilst she studies in Phnom Penh.
Sokun has very successfully completed the first year of her course and is currently part way through second year. She nursed with me again in September this year when Margot and I spent a little time working at Purple Mange in Siem Reap. We also visited Callum Durward at Puthisastra University to help demonstrate our support for Sokun. This was during the end of year university holidays so as well as nursing with me Sokun undertook the leadership of a community dental health education program in Siem Reap with Trudy and a group of dentists and dental students from Hong Kong. She is displaying a skill in leadership and a willingness to give back to her community. It's my guess that she will, as a dentist, be a wonderful asset to the people of Cambodia.
It is remarkable that a young lady who was in danger of being sold into prostitution by her family will graduate as a professional who will help to ease a considerable amount of pain and suffering. The values that have been instilled at Green Gecko will guide her to make her more than just a dentist. I am confident she will use her skills to "give back" in every way she can.
What a magnificent legacy. I suspect that it is one of many lives that have been turned around by Tania Palmer with the magnificent help of Trudy Poole.


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The characters are the important part of every game. We say that for play the game character plays an important role. As per in the Gardenscapes many characters are available. These are all the character of unique work. If you look at the information about the game, then that article helps you. Firstly I will tell you the basics of the information about the game. In the whole world, it is the best casual game, and it was launched with vivid graphics. In it, you can create own garden with the help of exciting missions and with Gardenscapes Cheats. Hundred of different matches and daily challenges are available.
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Many kinds of interesting characters are available in the game which makes the game enjoyable. Read all charters and start to play the game. This is information is used to improve your knowledge.
- The first one and main character are Austin. The game starts with the Austin character, or he is the first part for writing a letter. When the new players join the game, then Austin asks name from the player. Some essential detail about Austin is that he is 30 years old. The color of auction hair is brown and blue color eyes.
- The second main character is William. He is the father of Austin with white color hair. The Austin father made a minor appearance. He is also made more appearances in Homescapes.
- The Katherine is the third best character. She is the best friend of the Austin. They both are studying together from high school. So it is the third main character of the game.
- The third one main character is Marie because she is the council chairman in the game. She is giving the letter to Austin. In the letter, she says that the garden is one of the best spots in the town and gives the money to Austin. So it is the main character for earn currencies.
- Austin mother name is Olivia, or she is t5he main character of the game. In the game, it just made a minor appearance. The hair color of Austin mother is white, and eye color is blue. So she is also counted in the best and main character in the game as per Austin father.
- The last character is Robbie. In the game, the Robbie is a carpenter and friend of Austin.


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Stained Glass in the Chapel at Seton Spirituality Centre
Have any of you ever been to a service at a synagogue? Attendance at one was part of one of my classes at the Atlantic School of Theology. It was a powerful and moving experience… Powerful and moving because I heard words from the Bible proclaimed from a pulpit in a different religion and I felt a profound connection with the Jewish community.
This morning, I invite to you picture yourself in the story we going to hear in just a minute. You are in a Jewish place of worship. Picture this place just as it is this morning, a normal Sunday morning with people gathered to hear God's word written in scripture and then interpreted. In some way they are people just like you and me… people who love and laugh, cry and wail, are kind and rude. People with…
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Happy Friday everyone! I hope you're all having a great day and looking forward to the weekend.
This week has been a busy one and I can't wait to tell you all about it in my posts next week.
Last night I went along to a really interesting event all about achieving a good work/life balance. If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook you may have seen a few snippets but I will be writing all about it in more detail on the blog next week.
There were some fantastic speakers with really informative tips and advice for looking after yourself and your wellbeing in this busy and over-stimulated world that we now live in. I look forward to sharing some of the advice and ideas with you all and discussing what I learnt - look out for all of that coming very soon.
I'm also very excited to be heading off to the worlds first blogging festival soon after I press publish on this post this morning!
Blogstock 2014 is taking place in Aldenham Country Park near Borehamwood and despite the weather forecast looking a little iffy it promises to be a fun and intriguing weekend of camping alongside a great host of interesting speakers and events on all sorts of wonderful blogging and social media topics.
If you're going along then have a fantastic time and maybe I'll see you there - Tweet me @TheWhatNowBlog! If you can't make it I'll be sharing some photos and further details about what I got up to and any tips and tricks that I pick up - also next week on the blog.
So for now I wish you all a really lovely weekend and whatever you have planned be happy and enjoy. I will leave you with some tunes to see off Friday and see in the weekend in the form of TheWhatNowBlogs August playlist.
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Our brains follow our instructions. Our moods shape our thoughts. Negative thinking produces negative actions.
Focusing on instructing your brain to switch into positive thinking will produce positive outcomes in your life.
However, if before you go to bed you tell yourself that you are tired now but after a good night sleep you will successfully complete the next day, then you will have a positive and successful day ahead of you.
Plan for success. Make your mornings easy. Prepare all you can prepare the night before, then go to bed with a clear feeling that the next morning you will have an easy time before facing your day.
Seek positive thoughts and you will be on the road to success!
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Scripophily is the name of the hobby of collecting stocks and bond certificates
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Warning Signs of Dating Abuse
Dating abuse is a pattern of destructive behaviors used to exert power and control over a dating partner. While we define dating violence as a pattern, that doesn't mean the first instance of abuse is not dating violence. It just recognizes that dating violence usually involves a series of abusive behaviors over a course of time.
Being able to tell the difference between healthy, unhealthy, and abusive relationships can be more difficult than you think. No two relationships are the same, so what's unhealthy in one relationship may be abusive in another. Although there are many signs to pay attention to, look for these common warning signs of dating abuse in a relationship:
Checking your cell phone or email without permission
Constantly putting you down
Extreme jealousy or insecurity
Explosive temper
Isolating you from family or friends
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Sometimes I surprise myself!
I love cooking and I've got some great recipe books, but when it comes to salads I like to wing it with whatever is in the fridge/pantry.
Over the years I've created some tasty treats, but also some disasters.
But with last night's dinner I think I excelled myself.
Want to know more?
I peeled and sliced a large orange sweet potato, about 5mm thick and pan fried until tender and slightly browned.
While that was cooking - it takes a while (you can go and chat on the computer!) I tossed some mixed leaves on a plate with mini roma tomatoes, sliced cucumber, thinly sliced red capsicum and alfalfa sprouts.
I sliced a fresh fig downwards into 4 but left it joined at the base, and opened it out like a flower.
When the sweet potato was cooked I pushed it to one side of the frypan and put in some sliced haloumi cheese (we all love this soft salty Greek cheese).
Cooked the cheese on both sides until it was golden.
Then artfully arranged several slices of sweet potato and haloumi on top of the salad, sprinkle with your choice of balsamic vinegar or balsamic dressing ( I use Praise free balsamic) and a few chopped walnuts.
Serve with a nice crusty bread.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Haloumi and sweet potato salad
Posted by planettreasures at 6:07 PM
Labels: food salad recipe haloumi, sweet potato
1 comment:
- innerearthsoaps said...
Yum!! I love haloumi cheese. Will have to try this combo for sure.
- February 14, 2010 at 7:44 PM
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text: Tear Film Thickness After Treatment With Artificial Tears in Patients With Moderate Dry Eye DiseaseSchmidl, Doreen MD, PhD; Schmetterer, Leopold PhD; Witkowska, Katarzyna J. MD, PhD; Unterhuber, Angelika PhD; Aranha dos Santos, Valentin MSc; Kaya, Semira MD; Nepp, Johannes MD; Baar, Carina RN; Rosner, Peter MD; Werkmeister, René M. PhD; Garhofer, Gerhard MDCornea: April 2015 - Volume 34 - Issue 4 - p 421–426 doi: 10.1097/ICO.0000000000000358 Clinical Science Buy Abstract Author InformationAuthors Article MetricsMetrics Purpose: This study was designed to investigate the effect of a single-drop instillation of different lacrimal substitutes on tear film thickness (TFT) assessed with optical coherence tomography in patients with mild to moderate dry eye disease. Methods: The study was performed in a randomized, double-masked, controlled parallel group design. Patients received a single dose of either unpreserved trehalose 30 mg/mL and sodium hyaluronate 1.5 mg/mL (TH-SH, Thealoz Duo), unpreserved sodium hyaluronate, 0.15% (HA, Hyabak) or sodium chloride, 0.9% (NaCl, Hydrabak) eye drops. Sixty patients finished the study according to the protocol. TFT was measured with a custom-built ultrahigh-resolution Fourier domain optical coherence tomography system providing a resolution of 1.2 μm. Results: The mean TFT before treatment was 2.5 ± 0.4 μm. Ten minutes after instillation, TFT significantly increased in the TH-SH group from 2.4 ± 0.4 to 3.1 ± 0.9 μm (P < 0.01) and in the HA group from 2.4 ± 0.3 to 2.9 ± 0.5 μm (P < 0.01), whereas no significant change was observed in the NaCl group (from 2.6 ± 0.4 to 2.7 ± 0.4 μm, P = 0.76). The increase in TFT remained statistically significant up to 240 minutes after administration of TH-SH. In contrast, the increase in TFT after administration of HA was only statistically significant at 10, 20, and 40 minutes after drop instillation. Conclusions: The findings of this study indicate that single instillation of TH-SH and HA eye drops increases TFT in patients with dry eye disease. The data also indicate longer corneal residence of the TH-containing eye drops. The effect of multiple instillation and long-term use of artificial tears on TFT warrants further investigation. *Department of Clinical Pharmacology, Medical University Vienna, Vienna, Austria; †Center for Medical Physics and Biomedical Engineering, Medical University of Vienna, Vienna, Austria; ‡Department of Ophthalmology, Paracelsus University Salzburg, Salzburg, Austria; and §Department of Ophthalmology, Medical University of Vienna, Vienna, Austria. Reprints: Gerhard Garhofer, MD, Department of Clinical Pharmacology, Medical University of Vienna, Waehringer Guertel 18-20, 1090 Vienna, Austria (e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.com). Supported by an unrestricted grant from Laboratoires Thea, Clermont Ferrand, France. The authors have no conflicts of interest to disclose. Received October 15, 2014 Received in revised form November 13, 2014 Accepted November 22, 2014 Copyright © 2015 Wolters Kluwer Health, Inc. All rights reserved.


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text: Rajampet is a small town in Kadapa district of the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh and is located in the Rayalaseema Region. It occupies 13.38 km2. It is located in Rajampet mandal of Rajampeta revenue division. It is bordered by Tirupati. Rajampet is nearest to Tirumala (90 km). Rajampeta is bordered by Chittor district to the south, Nellore to the west, Ananthapur to the east, and Kurnool to the north.


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Lee: (at a birthday party Sunday, dancing around with a butterfly wand) I'm a fairy!
Kaitlyn: (pictured) You're not a fairy. You don't have a dress on.
Lee: Maybe it's Halloween and I'm in disguise!
Kaitlyn: It's not Halloween.
Lee: Maybe it is in Fairy Land!
Kaitlyn: This is not Fairy Land.
Lee: (Stops dancing. Hands over the wand and walks away pouting.)
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Fran Friel Says:
April 26th, 2010 at 8:22 am
OUCH! A drive-by joy killing. Thank goodness she has Auntie Lee to keep her wings sparking.
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April 26th, 2010 at 8:41 am
🙂 She found a way to get the wand from you.
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April 26th, 2010 at 8:47 am
I totally considered that. Which makes her cruel AND an evil mastermind. I should maybe warn her parents?
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April 26th, 2010 at 10:11 am
Yeah, kids are conversation masterminds. They can convince you the sky is orange, just because they utterly believe that they are right. My kids do it to me all the time.
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April 26th, 2010 at 1:00 pm
We cast the net wide and not all can hide. The good the bad the happy the sad…
It's a crap shoot to see who will fall between the cracks and who will rise to the occasion.
To see and to know is the be enriched with opportunity, we can prepare accordingly.
Next time NEXT time there is always a next time and time gives us the tools to prepare


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Julian Emmanuel Biggs is here!
Theodore's baby brother Julian was born on Friday, January 27th at 11:18pm. He weighed 7lb 3oz, and was 20" long.
So far everything has been going very well. Julian is a good nurser and has an easy-going personality. He had his first check-up yesterday morning. He had dropped to 6lb 10oz in the hospital (normal amount of loss) but had already gone back up to 6lb 14oz yesterday. He's a lovely pink with no hint of jaundice. The only issue to date is that he didn't pass the newborn hearing screening on his left ear, but we've been told that is very common. We'll be going in for a follow-up screening in two weeks and I will post about the results at that time.
Theodore is pretty calm about the whole change in having a baby around the house so far. He did wonderfully with our (amazing!) friends from Halflab who came to stay with him over the weekend while I was in the hospital, and has been pretty chill about things since Julian came home. We are lucky that he is so good about it all!
We are all, obviously, tired, but doing well. The birth was uncomplicated and we were discharged Sunday morning. Billy is on paternity leave for a month or so, which is wonderful. I will try to update again soon, but for now here are photos from the first 5 days of Julian's life.


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To Look Skyward, Chapter Eight
This week, we're back with Ilendia to see more of her messed up family life. You can find the Google Doc version here. Thanks for reading!
"The man was stricken—the love of his life had died before his very eyes, and there was nothing he could have done," Ilendia said, reading a story for Axohin from one of the books in her satchel as they walked along the winding trail leading to Isthus. She had written this one—the story of the tower and the people who dwelt there. She had been trying to think of a suitable title for the book for months now, but she had never found the right one. "He felt helpless and alone. He struggled to keep his emotions under control, but the Man Who Was No Man came forward, its hideous claws outstretched. The man drew his sword. It was time to finish this."
She closed the book, which was filled with her own scribblings—this story, and many others, as well as a few sketches. Not very good sketches, but sketches all the same. Ilendia put the tome back into her satchel and looked up at Axohin. The tanned man smiled at her and nodded.
"That was excellent," he said, seeming impressed. "You are very good with words. Have you not finished it, then?"
She shook her head. "I haven't figured out the right ending yet. There are a couple different ways it could go." She shrugged. "I just have to think about it some more."
"Well, I would be interested in hearing the conclusion, whenever you are done," he said, nodding as if to himself. "It is a compelling tale."
She blushed. "Thank you," she said. "No one has ever told me that before. Everyone thinks…"
"Everyone thinks they are foolish. They think I am foolish."
"You are not foolish," Axohin said, scratching as his cheek absently. "You are young, yes, and many mistake the two, but you are wise beyond your years, Ilendia. You have insight into the human heart that not many have. That is a useful trait, especially in a storyteller."
"My family says that I should not be trying to tell stories of places that don't exist. They say that I need to focus on what is happening around me, instead of keeping my mind focused on dreams all of the time."
Axohin shook his head. "They are wrong. We all tell stories—everything happening around us is a story waiting to be recorded or remembered and passed along. They can teach us things about ourselves we didn't even know, and help us understand the world around us. Even if the stories are not completely true, they have elements that each of us can relate with. Danger, struggle, love, pain, joy. Human emotion is at the foundation of every well-told story. And you, Ilendia, understand human emotion."
Ilendia blushed again. "I wish someone would tell my family that."
They walked in silence for a while longer, listening to the sound of the birds in the trees and the chittering of insects along the ground. The sun had risen to its peak, and was now beginning to slide downward with the approach of evening. Ilendia looked down at her dress as they continued on, noting with a certain amount of irrational satisfaction that it was covered in dirt. No holes, though. She'd have to work harder next time.
Something is not quite right about that man, Azair said suddenly. He had been silent for most of the journey, and Ilendia had begun wondering what he was thinking about.
Who? Ilendia returned. Axohin?
Yes. He… Azair continued, seeming to struggle with a concept he did not fully understand. Though Azair experienced everything along with Ilendia, he was often out of touch with the way the world worked and how certain words should be used. He is not like others. And he is hiding something.
Do you not trust him? Ilendia thought back, for some reason appalled that her friend would question Axohin's genuineness. The deeply tanned man was quite possibly the nicest person she had ever met, barring Azair, of course.
It's not that, he said. He does not seem bad… Just odd. I do not think he will hurt you, but… He left it hanging. Be careful.
Of course, Ilendia responded. She glanced back at Axohin, feeling her eyes on him. He was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. "What's on your mind?" she asked, smiling slightly and raising an eyebrow of her own.
"I was actually going to ask you the same thing," he said, still watching her. "You seemed distant."
Maybe he had caught the far-off look she sometimes had when speaking with Azair. At least she had remembered not to talk aloud. "Oh, nothing really," she said. "Just tired, I guess."
He nodded, pushing back an overzealous branch that had grown out into the center of the winding trail that led towards Isthus. "Most people your age don't really know what that word means," he said, his face soft and contemplative. "You haven't started dying yet. Your body is alive and growing, and you have many years ahead of you. You don't have time to be tired. At a certain point, however, you begin to decline, and things start to slow down. You are more weary than you ever thought you could be, and you look back on the years you wasted in idleness with regret, wishing you could go back and do something better with your life." He sighed once, a bitter, sad sound, and looked at her, smiling wanly. "Well, there are the pessimistic insights of a brooding old man. What pearls of wisdom do you have to share?"
She frowned slightly at the word pearls. The man spoke perfect Argo with no trace of an accent, but he was obviously not from Argosson, and he continued to use words that had no meaning to Ilendia. First tide, now pearls. He'd also said something about a volcano, whatever that was. She wanted to ask him what they meant, but part of her was loathe to seem ignorant. Axohin used the terms as if they were obvious, token phrases and sayings that any common person would reference every day.
"Something wrong?" Axohin said, catching her look.
She shook her head. "No, nothing really. I…" She tried to understand what the phrase had meant. Were pearls good things, or bad things? "I don't really think I have any insights to share. I don't really know all that much."
"I think you're wrong, there," Axohin said as he looked up the next hill. "You know many things. You know struggle and pain, but also love and friendship. You know how to tell a story, and which stories need to be told. You know how to laugh, and you also know how to cry. You would be surprised how many people know none of these things. I would say that you have accomplished much, given your age." His face grew serious, and he glanced at her again. " I think you might understand what weariness really is. The decline, the lack of energy, the defeat inevitable. In a way, I'm sorry for that. You're much too young. But…you also have the chance to do something with it—to channel that experience with pain you have and make it into something great." He pointed at her satchel. "Like all those books of yours. Stories have a way of helping broken people, especially when the storyteller is broken as well."
She stared at him. Somehow, despite her walls and her reservations, he had read her like an open book. Who was this man?
They reached the top of the hill, and Axohin looked out over the forest below them. "Ah, are those the walls?" he said, pointing.
Ilendia blinked, tearing her gaze away from the man's face. "Oh, yes," she said, spotting the deep ravine cutting through the rocky landscape surrounding the hill leading to the gate of Isthus itself. "They are. It will only take about an hour or more to get to Isthus."
"Wonderful." Axohin stretched with a grunt. "A word of advice, Ilendia," he said, a sour look creasing his face. "Don't get old. It's not very pleasant."
Ilendia smirked. "I'll keep that in mind." But her smile fell away as she looked back towards the wall only a mile or so away. She sighed. She really did not want to go back. Not now, not ever. But that was how she always felt after one of her little excursions.
It's alright, Ilendia, Azair said. We can come back. The forest will still be here.
I know, Ilendia responded. Sometimes… Sometimes, though. I wish we could just leave.
Where would we go? Azair said. We like exploring, sure, but do you really think we could survive in the mountains by ourselves?
Ilendia sighed in the recesses of her mind. No. No, I guess not. And we couldn't go to Argosson either, could we? I'm technically a lowborn—I'm not even sure they would let me in. Besides, we can't get there on foot, and I don't know how to fly an airship.
For now, we just have to stay, Azair said.
I don't know if I have the strength for it, Ilendia thought. Please, help me.
I'll try. I don't know how much I can do.
Just… Be there. Just be there, Azair. For me.
"How about we stop here for a short meal?" Axohin said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a cloth-wrapped bundle. He squinted at the evening sun. "There's still enough light left in the day. We can rest a bit."
Ilendia had almost forgotten that the man was there. She glanced at him and nodded. "That sounds nice." She looked into her own satchel and rummaged around, pushing aside books and pencils and searching for food. She frowned. It looked like she had forgotten to bring something to eat. She had her waterskin, but nothing more substantial. Axohin unwrapped his bundle to reveal a loaf of bread, which he began to tear pieces off of and pop in his mouth. He went and sat leaned up against a rock, still watching the sun with an almost melancholic expression on his face. Ilendia looked at him and shrugged. "It doesn't look like I have anything, really. I guess I was in a bit of a hurry."
"Understandable," Axohin said, nodding. He held up his loaf. "Please, take some. I don't need it all. I can acquire more when we get to Isthus."
Ilendia smiled and tore off a piece. She sat on a nearby log and began to eat. The bread was pleasantly warm, somehow, and rich in both texture and flavor. Her piece wasn't all that big, maybe a few inches across, and she finished it quickly. She was still hungry, but she tried not to make any indication of it—she really wanted another piece of bread, though…but it would be impolite to ask. Axohin tore off a large piece of the loaf, which was almost gone now, and handed it to her. She grinned at him and ate the entire thing in only a few bites. She made a mental note not to forget to bring food next time she went out of the city.
They spent a few pleasant moments gazing at the sun and the moons through the trees—Anillend and three of the lesser moons were out today—and then set off again, following the winding path towards the ravine that would lead them to Isthus. The day had turned a bit chilly, even for the highlands, and Ilendia pulled out the two wool gloves she always carried in her satchel and put them on. Axohin seemed to be thinking about something. On the trip back to Isthus, Ilendia had noticed that the man always seemed to be thinking about something—sometimes his face was sad, others it was inquisitive, but mostly it was simply contemplative, as if he was attempting to understand something very profound every second of his life. Whether it was one concept he had been struggling with for years, or hundreds of ideas he flitted from constantly, Ilendia could only wonder.
"Don't you ever find it odd?" Axohin said after several minutes of silent travel. "That the world is so…broken?"
"What do you mean?" Ilendia said, frowning.
"The land always goes up and down, chasms, valleys, mountains, ridges, hills, but rarely is there ever just a plain flat surface that goes on for more than a mile. As if the skin of the world is perpetually cracked and bleeding, scarred, injured. It seems…sad, somehow."
"I've never thought about it, I guess," Ilendia said. "It's…just the way it's always been."
Axohin smiled. For some reason, his smiles always seemed strangely sad. "Not always."
Ilendia gave him a strange look, and finally, her curiosity overcoming her good manners, she blurted, "Who are you? Where are you from? You're not like anyone I've ever met before."
"No one in Isthus or Argosson has met someone like me before. You're all too isolated. There is a world out there, just beyond your comfortable scars. You are just too familiar with the cage to think of walking through the open door." He shook his head. "I digress. My name is Axohin, as I've said before. I come from a land far to the south and west of here. Another people, another way of life."
"Why did you come here?" Ilendia said, the man's answers making her hunger for more. "And if you are from another culture, and you just came to this area, how come you can speak our language so well?"
Axohin chuckled, running a hand through his shaggy dark hair. "If I told you the answer to either of those questions, you wouldn't believe me. And even if you did, you wouldn't understand if I tried to explain it to you." He caught Ilendia's skeptical look and sighed. "Fine, young one. I'm here to help you, if I can."
Ilendia frowned. "Help me?"
"Not you, specifically. All of you, the entire Argo people. There are things…happening in the world right now that are very dangerous and destructive. Things that even I do not fully understand. And if we are not careful, it could be disastrous."
"You're not telling me everything," Ilendia accused, raising an eyebrow. "There's a lot more to what you're saying."
"Yes," Axohin admitted. "This is true. But I do not have to tell you everything if I don't want to. There's nothing you could do about it, in any case. I still don't know what I can do."
That's awfully vague, Azair said. If voices in one's head could frown, Azair was doing it. I definitely don't trust him.
Ilendia had to admit that it was rather suspicious. Her unquestioning partiality towards the man was beginning to falter. The fatherly, kind person she had seen in their encounter with the kanshell was a part of Axohin, but he was also someone entirely different. A secretive, mysterious man who apparently knew more than any of them about something, but refused to share the knowledge.
When Axohin refused to say anything further, Ilendia simply let it drop, and they continued to walk down the road towards Isthus. They reached the ravine soon afterward, and began to pick their way up the incline towards the gate. When they were halfway up it, they came in sight of a group of men dressed in wool coats and trousers, holding spears and carrying bows and quivers of arrows strapped to their backs. Each man also had a bedroll and a small pack that would be filled with the necessary tools and rations for the time they would spend out in the wilds. A hunting party. Ilendia squinted as they came near, noticing that there were quite a few in the back of the group carrying nothing but large sacks filled with…something. She had no idea what could be in them—not more supplies, certainly. They should have more than enough. And then Ilendia recognized the leader of the group. Yannos, her eldest brother. Ilendia forced a smile as the hunting party came to a halt in front of them, and Yannos stepped forward.
"Mother's been looking for you," the brawny man said with a scowl. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had dark, close-cropped hair. As he spoke, he scratched absently where his left ear used to be—it had been bitten off by a vasso a few years back. "She wants you back in the city." He glanced at Axohin, and his expression darkened further. "Who's this?"
Ilendia looked over her shoulder at Axohin. "This is Axohin, Yannos. I see your manners are improving."
Axohin and Yannos stared at each other across the intervening space for a moment, neither blinking or flinching in the slightest. "I am pleased to meet you," Axohin said, his voice calm but his eyes showing a flicker of irritation. "Yannos."
"What are in the bags, Yannos?" Ilendia said as one of the porters in the rear of the group resituated the weight of one of the large sacks on his back. "It's a little odd to be carrying that much gear for a hunting expedition."
Yannos didn't respond, continuing to glare at Axohin. Finally, he broke the gaze and spat in the dirt. "Get back to Isthus, Ilendia," he said, his face still grim. "Now."
"What did you think I was doing?" Ilendia snapped. "I don't just walk back and forth up this ravine all day, Yannos. I was going back. So you can tell Mother—"
"Tell her yourself," her brother said, shifting the position of the bow on his shoulder and then gesturing to the rest of the hunting party. "I have game to catch—you know, responsibility? I know that whenever you hear the word work, your thoughts dribble out the side of your head, but some of us live in a world without childish dreams." He pushed past her and his men followed, some glancing in Ilendia's direction, their expressions mixtures of pity and disgust—most just ignoring her. Ilendia did not look back as her brother left. She just started walking again, more than a little frustrated. She had her problems with her parents—restrictions, punishments, and the like, but she didn't really hate her mother and father. She did hate her brothers. Though she wasn't sure why she still thought of them as such—they had stopped being siblings a long time ago. Now they actively avoided each other, and whenever these little confrontations of theirs arose, it was never pleasant, for either party. The practice of civil conversation was not really popular in Ilendia's family.
She kicked an unoffending stone as she stamped along, Axohin trailing behind her. She wanted to scream, for some reason. Instead she sighed, and tried to calm herself in preparation for the conversation with her mother she was undoubtedly going to have. Her father was harsh, brutal even, but Mother. She was a different story. She didn't yell or break things like father did—she didn't really raise her voice at all. Ilendia would much rather have an argument with her father.
I'll be here if you need me, Azair said, sensing her uneasiness. Instantly Ilendia felt better. Everything would be fine. She would see what her mother wanted, and then she would lock herself in her room and read over the story she was working on. Maybe she could come up with an ending. They reached the gate, and after a brief exchange were let in, though the guards looked at Axohin with puzzled expressions. Ilendia steeled her resolve and set off up the long staircase to meet her Mother. She had just had to get through one conversation.
Ilendia winced as the gates slammed shut behind her. Unfortunately, with her mother, sometimes one conversation was enough.
"I can leave you, if you want," Axohin said as the two of them reached the last set of steps that led to the mansion at the crown of the hill that was Isthus. "I have a feeling that my company might present more problems."
Ilendia shook her head. "My father will want to see you anyway." She glanced around at the various citizens who tended the extensive gardens outside the mansion. "If you haven't noticed, you're sort of an oddity here."
Axohin glanced down at his deeply tanned skin and nodded. "You are right." He glanced back up at her. "I will try to prevent most of the damage you bringing me here might cause. Your parents may not like the fact that you met a strange man in the woods and brought him home." He smiled.
Ilendia chuckled, though the sound was more nervous than anything. She was wound up tighter than a bowstring. "Well, it sounds weird when you say it like that."
"Even in the short time I have spent with you, I believe I can say that we are both very strange people, can I not?" Axohin said.
Ilendia laughed again, more genuine this time. "That is very true."
They reached the front of the mansion, and Ilendia took a deep breath. She opened the door. Her father and mother were standing in the grey stone entrance room, talking in a hushed whisper. Their conversation cut off suddenly as soon as they caught sight of Ilendia and Axohin in the doorway, and both of them scowled automatically.
I'm here, Ilendia, Azair said, his tone soothing. We can make it through this.
Ilendia's heart begin to pound like a drum in her chest, and she stepped forward, trembling. "Father, Mother, this is Ax—"
"Sky above, Ilendia, I don't care!" Father said, his face growing red. "Where have you been?"
Ilendia blinked. "I've been exploring, Father. Down by the south valleys."
Mother looked down at Ilendia's dirt-stained dress and then back at her face, quite calm, but with a threat in her eyes that sent a shiver down Ilendia's spine. "I can see that," her voice was slightly hoarse, as if she had been breathing in smoke. Ilendia's mother was not a very physically imposing woman—she was not tall, nor was she muscularly built. But she did have a sort of imminent aura of danger surrounding her that made her seem as ferocious as a kanshell. Her light brown hair was drawn back into a tail, and her eyes seemed almost grey in the dim artificial light of the everglow jar that hung suspended from the ceiling in the small room.
"If I may interject," Axohin said, and the warmth with which he said the words immediately calmed the entire room. The man looked at Father. "I have a few things I wish to discuss with you, privately. It has to do with the increasing violence of the wildlife—and of the protection of Isthus itself."
Ilendia's father looked troubled, and he glanced at his wife. She hesitated, and then nodded. "Alright," he said to Axohin. "Let's go."
Ilendia swallowed hard as her father led the mysterious man from the room, down the hallway towards the study. She met her mother's eyes.
"Well?" Mother said, her face as cold as ice. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I…" Ilendia floundered helplessly. "I'm sorry about the dress." Immediately she realized that had been a mistake. Mother frowned, and then grabbed Ilendia by the arm and began dragging her towards the other end of the house. Towards the room.
Ilendia began to whimper. "Please, Mother, no. Please…"
"Shut up," she said, the words so frightening because they were so calm.
Ilendia began to struggle slightly, but her mother dug her nails into Ilendia's arms. Ilendia screamed. Her mother looked at her with smoldering eyes, and the scream died off into a pitiful moan. "Please, Mother…" she mumbled, tears suddenly pouring from her eyes. She hated this. She hated this. She hated this.
When they had reached the end of the long hallway, passing doors leading to bedrooms and studies and the large kitchen in the center of the mansion, they came to a small door barred with a rusty lock. Mother produced a key and deftly unlocked the door with one hand while still holding her daughter tightly. Ilendia's arm was bleeding as she was dragged into the room and thrown sprawling to the floor. Her satchel went flying as well and slid up against the wall, though the books did not spill out as they had earlier in the day.
"If you try that again, I will make you throw yourself out a window," Mother said, locking the door behind her. "And then you can dream permanently. I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?"
Ilendia huddled in a ball on the floor, still crying. Twice. Twice in one day. First her father, and then her mother. She hated them. She hated her brothers. She hated everything. Why did Axohin abandon her? Why wasn't he saving her? Why wasn't someone saving her?
"Stand up, Ilendia," Mother said, stepping over her sobbing daughter to the other side of the room. "We need to begin."
I'm here, Azair said. Don't be afraid.
That voice, which normally calmed her, suddenly enraged her. What was Azair doing? What could he do? He was helpless, insignificant. Just a disembodied voice in her head that may or may not be real. She immediately regretted that thought. Was she really questioning Azair's existence now? When she needed him the most? She would not become like her family. She would not pretend that only what she could see and touch was real.
"Thank you, Azair," she said aloud without thinking.
"What was that?" Mother said, her voice cold.
"I'm ready, Mother," Ilendia said with more volume, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She struggled to her feet, and locked eyes with her mother. She was standing on a high platform built into the floor at the back of the room, looking down at Ilendia with a visible malice. There were steps leading up to it, and a stool set in front of it, as if it were a stage made for an audience of one. That wasn't really how this play would work, however. Ilendia went over and sat on the stool, facing away from the platform. She took a deep breath. For this play, the audience was part of the performance.
They began.
Ilendia screamed.


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Magnetocrystalline anisotropy
In physics, a ferromagnetic material is said to have magnetocrystalline anisotropy if it takes more energy to magnetize it in certain directions than in others. These directions are usually related to the principal axes of its crystal lattice. It is a special case of magnetic anisotropy.
The spin-orbit interaction is the primary source of magnetocrystalline anisotropy. It is basically the orbital motion of the electrons which couples with crystal electric field giving rise to the first order contribution to magnetocrystalline anisotropy. The second order arises due to the mutual interaction of the magnetic dipoles.
Practical relevance
Magnetocrystalline anisotropy has a great influence on industrial uses of ferromagnetic materials. Materials with high magnetic anisotropy usually have high coercivity; that is they are hard to demagnetize. These are called "hard" ferromagnetic materials, and are used to make permanent magnets. For example, the high anisotropy of rare earth metals is mainly responsible for the strength of rare earth magnets. During manufacture of magnets, a powerful magnetic field aligns the microcrystalline grains of the metal so their "easy" axes of magnetization all point in the same direction, freezing a strong magnetic field into the material.
On the other hand, materials with low magnetic anisotropy usually have low coercivity, their magnetization is easy to change. These are called "soft" ferromagnets, and are used to make magnetic cores for transformers and inductors. The small energy required to turn the direction of magnetization minimizes core losses, energy dissipated in the transformer core when the alternating current changes direction.
Microscopic origin
Magnetocrystalline anisotropy arises mostly from spin-orbit coupling.[1] This effect is weak compared to the exchange interaction and is difficult to compute from first principles, although some successful computations have been made.[2]
Thermodynamic theory
The magnetocrystalline anisotropy energy is generally represented as an expansion in powers of the direction cosines of the magnetization. The magnetization vector can be written M = Ms(α,β,γ), where Ms is the saturation magnetization. Because of time reversal symmetry, only even powers of the cosines are allowed.[3] The nonzero terms in the expansion depend on the crystal system (e.g., cubic or hexagonal).[3] The order of a term in the expansion is the sum of all the exponents of magnetization components, i.e., α β is second order.
Uniaxial anisotropy
More than one kind of crystal system has a single axis of high symmetry (threefold, fourfold or sixfold). The anisotropy of such crystals is called uniaxial anisotropy. If the z axis is taken to be the main symmetry axis of the crystal, the lowest order term in the energy is[5]
The ratio E/V is an energy density (energy per unit volume). This can also be represented in spherical polar coordinates with α = cos φ sin θ, β = sin φ sin θ, and γ = cos θ:
The parameter K1, often represented as Ku, has units of energy density and depends on composition and temperature.
The minima in this energy with respect to θ satisfy
If K1 > 0, the directions of lowest energy are the ± z directions. The z axis is called the easy axis. If K1 < 0, there is an easy plane perpendicular to the symmetry axis (the basal plane of the crystal).
Many models of magnetization represent the anisotropy as uniaxial and ignore higher order terms. However, if K1 < 0, the lowest energy term does not determine the direction of the easy axes within the basal plane. For this, higher-order terms are needed, and these depend on the crystal system (hexagonal, tetragonal or rhombohedral).[3]
Hexagonal system
In a hexagonal system the c axis is an axis of sixfold rotation symmetry. The energy density is, to fourth order,
The uniaxial anisotropy is mainly determined by the first two terms. Depending on the values K1 and K2, there are four different kinds of anisotropy (isotropic, easy axis, easy plane and easy cone):[7]
- K1 = K2 = 0: the ferromagnet is isotropic.
- K1 > 0 and K2 > -K1: the c axis is an easy axis.
- K1 > 0 and K2 < -K1: the basal plane is an easy plane.
- K1 < 0 and K2 < -K1/2: the basal plane is an easy plane.
- -2K2 < K1 < 0: the ferromagnet has an easy cone (see figure to right).
The basal plane anisotropy is determined by the third term, which is sixth-order. The easy directions are projected onto three axes in the basal plane.
Below are some room-temperature anisotropy constants for hexagonal ferromagnets. Since all the values of K1 and K2 are positive, these materials have an easy axis.
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Higher order constants, in particular conditions, may lead to first order magnetization processes FOMP.
Tetragonal and Rhombohedral systems
The energy density for a tetragonal crystal is[3]
Note that the K3 term, the one that determines the basal plane anisotropy, is fourth order (same as the K2 term). The definition of K3 may vary by a constant multiple between publications.
The energy density for a rhombohedral crystal is[3]
Cubic anisotropy
In a cubic crystal the lowest order terms in the energy are[1][3]
If the second term can be neglected, the easy axes are the < 100 > axes (i.e., the ± x, ± y, and ± z, directions) for K1 > 0 and the < 111 > directions for K1 < 0 (see images on right).
If K2 is not assumed to be zero, the easy axes depend on both K1 and K2. These are given in the table below, along with hard axes (directions of greatest energy) and intermediate axes (saddle points) in the energy). In energy surfaces like those on the right, the easy axes are analogous to valleys, the hard axes to peaks and the intermediate axes to mountain passes.
|Type of axis
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Below are some room-temperature anisotropy constants for cubic ferromagnets. The compounds involving Fe2O3 are ferrites, an important class of ferromagnets. In general the anisotropy parameters for cubic ferromagnets are higher than those for uniaxial ferromagnets. This is consistent with the fact that the lowest order term in the expression for cubic anisotropy is fourth order, while that for uniaxial anisotropy is second order.
|FeO· Fe2O3 (magnetite)
|MnO· Fe2O3
|NiO· Fe2O3
|MgO· Fe2O3
|CoO· Fe2O3
Temperature dependence of anisotropy
The magnetocrystalline anisotropy parameters have a strong dependence on temperature. They generally decrease rapidly as the temperature approaches the Curie temperature, so the crystal becomes effectively isotropic.[1] Some materials also have an isotropic point at which K1 = 0. Magnetite (Fe3O4), a mineral of great importance to rock magnetism and paleomagnetism, has an isotropic point at 130 kelvin.[8]
Magnetite also has a phase transition at which the crystal symmetry changes from cubic (above) to monoclinic or possibly triclinic below. The temperature at which this occurs, called the Verwey temperature, is 120 Kelvin.[8]
The magnetocrystalline anisotropy parameters are generally defined for ferromagnets that are constrained to remain undeformed as the direction of magnetization changes. However, coupling between the magnetization and the lattice does result in deformation, an effect called magnetostriction. To keep the lattice from deforming, a stress must be applied. If the crystal is not under stress, magnetostriction alters the effective magnetocrystalline anisotropy. If a ferromagnet is single domain (uniformly magnetized), the effect is to change the magnetocrystalline anisotropy parameters.[9]
In practice, the correction is generally not large. In hexagonal crystals, there is no change in K1.[10] In cubic crystals, there is a small change, as in the table below.
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See also
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