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Spring is here! The cherry and Bradford pear trees are blooming beautifully, and folks are flocking out to their patios, front porches, and decks, to spruce up for the season. The farmers markets are swarming with eager gardeners like me, who start slowly, planting smaller container projects to get inspiring, magically instant gratification. Depending upon where you live in the country, frost can occur late into April and even May, so who wants to risk planting too many tender lovelies too soon?
I was thrilled to discover that I could transform a formerly sad concrete planter using one of the new Modern Masters Metal Effects Kits – perfect for small indoor and outdoor projects. The small kits come in Blue Patina, Green Patina, and Rust, and they will be available exclusively for purchase at Hobby Lobby soon.
With Metal Effects, you can update any paintable surface in minutes, and it's easy and fast, yielding beautiful results, with no experience required. Don't you love how the blue patina pulls out the colors in the pink-blue blooms, the rusted chair, and my front door, painted with Playful Modern Masters Front Door Paint? And it looks like Mother Nature created it over decades.
Each kit comes complete with full instructions, all of the products you need to cover 1 to 2 square feet.
One 2-ounce Primer
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You just need a drop cloth or plastic to protect the area you work in, a container, and a paint brush.
When I found myself itching for something to paint, I wandered out to our very sad, wintery-looking deck. There, I re-discovered this concrete head, all cold, ugly and forlorn, and she was begging for a new look. I decided on the Blue Patina Finish.
Here are the three easy steps for the perfect patina:
Protect surrounding surfaces from spills and overs-pray. Clean your item well, if necessary, and let dry. Prime the surface with 2 coats of the Metal Effects Primer. Allow half an hour between coats, and 2 hours for final drying time.
Paint the primed surface with 1 coat of Reactive Bronze Metallic Paint and allow to dry half an hour.
Attach the spritzer cap to the Blue Patina Aging Solution bottle. Apply the second coat of Reactive Bronze Metallic Paint, and while the paint is still wet, spray on a light coating of Blue Patina Aging Solution over the entire surface. As the activated surface dries over 30 to 40 minutes, a real blue patina finish will appear.
Just look!
I know you are wondering about sealing outdoor items after you use Metal Effects. While the Rust Finish may require a topcoat (included in the kit), no protection is required for both the Blue and Green Patina Kits. Grab a latte, motor off to your favorite nursery for bright, cheery annuals, and your fabulous mini-garden container looks like a million bucks, with little time, energy, and expense. Truly, the kit is all you need for a small project.
My neighbors, my guests and the UPS man are going to be soooo impressed!
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Fairytale Fights Fairytale Carnage Trailer Video - PSP
Fairytale Fights - Fairytale Carnage Trailer Video
Now why would someone wish to stain such a wonderfully exquisite childhood landscape with blood and gore? Playlogic must have some seriously twisted dudes working in their studio; there's nothing but carnage as far as the eye can see...and the setting just doesn't match the brutality. Obviously, that's the goal of Fairytale Fights but we just had to point out the obvious. If you want to kick back and have some sadistic fun towards the end of October, look no further. Maybe we shouldn't be laughing at this video; maybe we need professional help.
9/9/2009 Ben Dutka
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Record Search Query:
The Online Map Creation (OMC) Utility
Entry ID: Online_Map-OMC-00
Abstract: (Summary adapted from the Internet Scout Project Volume4, Number5,
October 25, 2000)
Online Map Creation (OMC) is a resource for geologists,
geographers, or anyone needing to make a map figure for a
research paper or conference talk. Here you can create
Postscript-formatted maps of just about any locality by
inputting geographical coordinates. OMC is a subset of GMT
(Generic Mapping Tools) ... software developed by scientists at
University of Hawaii and NOAA. Mercator, equidistant
cylindrical, polar stereographic, lambert azimuthal equal-area,
azimuthal equidistant, and orthographic projections can be
made. Political boundaries, rivers, bathymetry, and topography
can be displayed on maps along with tectonic features such as
faults and ridges. Specific Ocean Drilling Project (ODP) and
Deep Sea Drilling Project (DSDP) sites can also be
displayed. Once you enter your desired parameters, a full-color
(or b/w if you want) map will be presented as a .gif image or
for download in Postscript or Adobe Illustrator
format. Step-by-step instructions are provided.
Related URL
Service Citation
Service Keywords
Science Keywords
ISO Topic Category
Quality Known bugs: Plotting maps with topography and/or bathymetry
contours with a Lambert Azimuthal projection results in a map where
only the area specified in the input form gets the contours.
Performance of OMC depends on internal processing time and ratio
in a given situation. Internal processing (map generation, postscript
... conversion) takes 15 to 30 seconds on a SparcStation 10. Plotting
magnetic lineations and fracture zones may cost 20 seconds each. There
might still be some chances for optimizing the cgi-script, but I guess
they would be hard to notice. The time for transmission of the map to
your browser cannot be generalized. The server log tells us, load is
smallest around 7.00 MET.
Use Constraints The OMC offers the plotting of contour lines for bathymetry
(water depth) and topography (elevation of dry areas). The
information used are derived from the ETOPO5 data set which is
available from U.S. National Geophysical Data Center
(NGDC). E. S?ding of GEOMAR made a global GRD-file from ETOPO05
and allowed us to use this with OMC.
Here this data set is only used to illustrate the relief of the
area mapped: the contours are not annotated. The deviation of
the contours from the "real world" might reach tens to hundreds
of meters. It is not intended to give serious morphological
information (e.g. for navigational purposes).
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Service Provider
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Wessel, P., and W. H. F. Smith, 1995 The Generic Mapping Tools
(GMT) version 3.0 Technical Reference & Cookbook,
Wessel, P., and W. H. F. Smith, 1995 New Version of the Generic
Mapping Tools Released, EOS Trans. AGU, 76, p. 329.
Wessel, P., and W. H. F. Smith, 1995 New Version of the Generic
Mapping Tools Released,Copyright 1995 by the American Geophysical Union.
E.Tittel, M.Gaither, S.Hassinger & M.Erwin (1995):
Foundations of World Wide Web Programming with HTML and CGI. -
IDG Books Worldwide Inc., Foster City CA, USA: 648 pp.
R.L.Schwarz (1995): Einf?hrung in Perl. - O'Reilly/Internationl
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Money was never a big motivation for me, except as a way to keep score. The real excitement is playing the game.Donald Trump
When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box.Italian Proverb
The notion that the public accepts or rejects anything in modern art is merely romantic fiction. The game is completed and the trophies distributed long before the public knows what has happened.Tom Wolfe
The last three weeks, every game has been like this. We've had a small lead, had to run our delay game, and make free throws.Mark Tiby
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.William Cowper
We were able to meet the deadline, so already we have learned to play this game under your guidance.Abdullah Gul
The truth is the Super Bowl long ago became more than just a football game. It's part of our culture like turkey at Thanksgiving and lights at Christmas, and like those holidays beyond their meaning, a factor in our economy.Bob Schieffer
I've never worried about what audiences would accept or had a game plan regarding the career. I never had an idea of how I should look to my fans or anybody else.Antonio Banderas
They took the game right out of it. When I am a man I will be an astronaut, And find Peter Pan.Kate Bush
The Internet will be the evolutionary mechanism that allows us to play an eternal game of intelligence Leap-Frog. I look forward to leap frogging with you.Tony Buzan
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.Pierre Corneille
Story in a game is like a story in a porn movie. It's expected to be there, but it's not that important.John D. Carmack II
Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.Voltaire
A game of cricket is at work from the first ball to the last in shaping an outline or design for itself. Sometimes the design degenerates into dullness and incompetence, but design there always is, and there is an interest even in the tracing of the course and impulse of its failures.Dudley Carew


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Sen. Mitch McConnell found a way to excuse a school in his state from the levy on large endowments in the new tax code. » Read More
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In a speech to the Conservative Political Action Conference, Trump says arming certain teachers is a "common-sense" measure. » Read More
Delta and United joined Avis, Enterprise and others in ending partnerships with the NRA.
Florida's governor proposed banning the sale of firearms to anyone younger than 21.
Paul Manafort and Rick Gates, who were business partners, also worked together on the Trump presidential campaign.
Missouri Gov. Eric Greitens remains defiant after a grand jury indicted him for felony invasion of privacy.
The Trump administration's infrastructure plan would come up short by more than $1 trillion, according to a new analysis.
Car rental company Enterprise joins First National Bank of Omaha in severing their relationship with the National Rifle Association.
The world's largest asset manager says it plans to speak with gun makers following public outcry sparked by the school shooting in Florida.
The best-run companies have leaders willing to take a stand on societal issues such as gun control, Bill George says.
Typically after a mass shooting, searches on Google for "gun control" spike and then fall in the following days. That's not happening this time.
President Donald Trump has called a meeting early next week with key senators and Cabinet officials to discuss potential changes to biofuels policy.
The four-time U.S. Olympic skier says she stands by her opinions despite the backlash over her negative Trump comments.
With growing tensions over security-clearance status, Trump's national security advisor and chief of staff may quit soon.
President Trump again shows support for arming some teachers and school staff members as an answer to school shootings.
President Trump said California is protecting "horrible criminals" with its "sanctuary state" status.
Trump has consistently demonstrated unwillingness to challenge core supporters on the things they value most.
The Florida school where a former student shot and killed 17 people is grappling with word that the armed officer on campus did nothing to stop the shooter.
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Scotland's stand-out performer in a poor Six Nations recalls a harrowing campaign
THe last guy I expect to be meeting this week is a member of the Scotland rugby team. After the Six Nations just ended, featuring the 50-point thumping by Wales, the zero-rated humiliation by England and much wailing and gnashing of gumshields over the state of the game, I expected them all to have turned off their phones and dived for cover. Maybe if you're David Denton, though, you think: what's the point in hiding?
There's his unmissable build. Although full-time training over here helped fill out the teenager who first pitched up five years ago, he is, in essence, 6ft 5ins of prime Zimbabwean beef. When he stands in the coffee shop doorway he blots out the afternoon sun. When he picks up his cup in his big paw it looks like it belongs in a doll's house.
There's his unmissable hair. A haystack sketched by a hyperactive six-year-old which got him mistaken for Simon Taylor and Richie Gray, although the heavy ripcurl fringe was his own creation. Then he got it cut and the confusion with other rugby players stopped. "Now I get called Claire Balding," he laughs. "Have I ever met her? No. So you have to wonder: if we've never been seen in the same room together, are we one and the same person?"
And then there's his habit of nodding hello to passers-by. "Is this an African thing? No, I think it might just be Zimbabwean. The first few times here, when people looked at me funny, I did think: 'What an unfriendly place.' But I don't think that any more."
In this villagey part of the capital – Stockbridge, home of Edinburgh Accies, where he began his rocketing rise to full honours – the 24-year-old back row must be well known by now. Possibly some of the locals have started to nod back. And maybe those who follow rugby will be thinking, well, it was a completely forgettable Six Nations in many ways but Dents did all right.
Over cappuccinos, I show him the end-of-championship reports, including the rugby writers' picks for their XV-of-the-tournament. Denton is the only Scot to get anywhere near. Yesterday, he was named sixth in the official poll for player of the tournament. "That's very kind of them," he says, "but I can't feel good about myself when the Six Nations has been such a massive disappointment for the team." He's happy to provide his own honest assessment, game-by-game.
"It was a complete rollercoaster. After the first game against Ireland we didn't feel that bad. Maybe it looked different from the outside but we thought we'd played some pretty decent rugby. We were unlucky with a few calls and the bounce of the ball didn't favour us. We came out of that one with a bit of positivity.
"But the England game was devastating. I can't tell you what it feels like to play in a Scotland-England match, how excited you get before it, the incredible atmosphere. Everything's amplified against England; so many more people watch that one. And to know you've disappointed all of them – it's really tough to handle. We were never in that one, never looked like scoring, never threatened their line. But credit to England: they got right in our faces."
If anyone in dark blue got close to English faces that gruesome night, though, it was surely Denton. There was consternation when he was hooked in the second half and some measured disappointment from the player afterwards. He says a bit more today: "I was really annoyed. I spoke to Jonno [head coach Scott Johnson] and he said it was tactical, that Alex Dunbar had been carded and they needed a back row who could drop into the backs should we have lost him. I was gutted."
So how did he feel when he was dropped for Italy? "I was devastated. It must have been a good three or four days of meetings with the coaches before I got their reasoning clear in my head. Jonno said there were areas of my game that needed work and that, against the Italians, he wanted to move the ball more. I felt hard done by because I still thought I'd been playing well.
"That was maybe my immature side. Eventually you realise you just have to accept these decisions. The back row is an area where the coaches have the depth to change things around and they're trying to build a base for the World Cup. I sulked but I knew that if I was going to win my place back I couldn't be anything less than my best coming off the bench." Denton got on in Rome and contributed to our only win. "Alan Solomons [his head coach at Edinburgh] gave me good advice: 'Don't try to be a world-beater. Don't try and fit 80 minutes into your 20. You'll only give away penalties.' I think I did my bit in the lead-up to the penalties we got and Duncy's [Duncan Weir's] drop-goal."
He then has cause to use the word "devastating" again – to describe the team's feelings after the late, narrow defeat by France. "It was so tough. We were in complete control. Even when France got that intercept and led by a couple of points, I wasn't worried because we had a stranglehold. Maybe we showed naivety not closing up the game but we were still unlucky. A win against France would have been incredible and we deserved it."
Denton may be Zimbabwean by birth but when he says "we" he means us and feels it. This isn't a story of a talented lad from an outdoorsy corner of the world where they breed 'em big being harried by crack rugby genealogists who have proof of a smidgin of tartan blood in one hand and a kilt in the other. He sought out Scotland, land of his forefathers. Dad Tim is pure Zimbabwean but his mum Joy is Scottish and, as soon as he showed prowess with the oval ball, dreamed of him running out at Murrayfield. "She was born in Glasgow, raised in Troon and educated at Heriot-Watt University. She met dad at a wedding of all things, while he was studying agriculture, and they married and moved first to Zambia, which was quite a culture shock for her. It was only the year before last when she could say she'd lived longer in Africa than Scotland. The old country is very dear to my mum and, when I was growing up thousands of miles away, she never allowed me to forget that I'm half-Scottish.
"This'll sound really clichéd but right from when I was a little kid she sang those Scottish songs to me, about bonnie Loch Lomond and stuff. Even before I started playing rugby over here, my dad kind of adopted Scotland and I've always found his attitude interesting. Zimbabwe is a beautiful country and his life has always been on its farms. But his own father died when he was nine so he had to grow up pretty quickly. He joined the army to pay his way through college. With that kind of history, it says something about him that he was prepared to buy into the Scottish heritage. I've got a massive respect for the guy."
Possibly remembering the old man's steep learning curve, Denton, on arrival here, quickly banished any thoughts of homesickness as he wrestled with the rotten weather, the lack of nodding on the street, "the fact that every Scotsman sounded like Shrek and many were unintelligible", the slanting pitches, the frozen mud and the men vs boys concept of 2nd XVs rugby, with him at that stage very much the skinny 18-year-old.
Then there was the almost complete absence of lions and elephants. "You guys don't go around reciting Burns all the time, I know that now, but almost every weekend it's true that a Zimbabwean goes on safari. From the age of two that was what I did every holiday and, in Zimbabwe, the parks are really wild with no fences. You sleep in tents and there are lions and crocodiles running around all the time. But here's a funny thing: I didn't think I'd like Edinburgh Zoo but I do. I go all the time. It's got animals I never saw in Zimbabwe, like penguins. I'm kind of obsessed by it."
Denton turned up at Accies after an old uni friend of his mum's, Jeremy Richardson, who got one Scotland cap, put in a word. Firing off a showreel of his schoolboy exploits to scores of clubs had failed to do the trick, although, unsurprisingly, some of those who didn't even bother to view it are showing keen interest in him now. "The tape went everywhere but the hope was always that I might eventually play for Scotland," he stresses.
But, be honest, how does he feel now, having committed to the cause? Has he had his credentials and intentions questioned? And, with Scotland patently struggling, does he wish he hadn't bothered? He smiles and shakes his head. "I don't qualify to play for South Africa but in any case never wanted to be a Springbok. Coming from Zimbabwe there's no resentment towards South Africa but no particular loyalty either. Zimbabwe itself? Well, they could actually muster a pretty good team at the moment. A friend from home just emailed me a XV which includes 'Beast' [Tendai Mtawarira], Brian Mujati, David Pocock, Dave Ewers who plays for Exeter, the United States winger Takudzwa Ngwenya and myself. But, no, it was always going to be Scotland for me."
Obviously, rugby nations fielding players with perfectly valid and sometimes stronger allegiances to other countries continues to be controversial. Denton points to New Zealand doing it, England too. "There has to be the full buy-in. We can't have guys who are only here because they're unable to get international rugby elsewhere. I'd like to think that everyone I've played with knows how passionate I am about Scotland."
Which is why the criticism of the Six Nations performances hurt him as much as anyone, not that it wasn't deserved. "We got absolutely shafted after the England game. We got it tight, as we should have done." Some observers, English ones, suggested Scotland were risking relegation to a – currently nonexistent – division below the Six Nations but Denton isn't having that. "Would these guys have said the same to France who finished bottom of the Six Nations the year after they'd played in the World Cup final? Look how close the competition was this year. People forget how tough it is.
"And my time here has been tough, for sure. My first Six Nations was a whitewash. There was the loss to Tonga. I've not won a lot with Scotland and I can feel the pressure because we're a proud nation. But I'm committed to the team and I've no regrets about coming, none at all."
It was heartening for the current crop, he says, to have the 1984 Grand Slam heroes visit training during the tournament. "The old boys told us how Scotland struggled for years before the success. They had great times and we're desperate to repeat them."
An intelligent man, Denton is aware this is fine talk, not much more. He maintains there were some positives from the Six Nations, if you wanted to look, and he's clinging on to them. "We scored tries against France, something we've been criticised for not doing, and they were great ones. The squad has certainly been expanded. When I made my debut, I was the 1023rd new cap and Dougie Fife against Wales was the 1052nd. But that expansion is now over and I think the public will be glad. Jonno has said he's got the players he wants and now he's becoming director of rugby which, as someone always looking at the bigger picture, is a job he'll do very well.
"Vern Cotter is coming in [as head coach] and I'm looking forward to working with him. He seems to believe in simplicity and I like that. Rugby is a simple game which is often over-complicated."
But equally, Denton knows that, when it comes to big pictures, forward planning and a procession of new hopefuls in freshly-pressed strips, Scotland must eventually start delivering. "We have the potential and it's time we took that next step. Everyone – supporters and players – is getting very tired of waiting. It's got to come in the next season or two."
We step outside into the sunshine and, as we walk to the Accies ground for the photographs, he talks about his girlfriend, Shelley Kent, who he's known since school and how glad he's been to have her around after those thumping defeats. He talks about his younger brother Jack, currently at uni, but a player too, more skilful than himself having turned out for the Accies already and "the most passionate rugby man I know". Coming from Denton, that's saying something.
He points up towards his first Edinburgh flat where he lived on "pasta and red sauce" because he didn't know how to cook. Close by is the church where his parents were married and farther on Ravelston Dykes, high above Murrayfield, where his great-grandparents lived. He's recently bought his own flat, still close by, and even though he fantasises about a big Zimbabwean yard with a pro-barbecue set-up, this is his home for now and playing for Scotland is his project and his dream.
"You haven't asked me about the World Cup," he says. Go on then. "Well, if we get through the pools anything can happen. We're more than capable of still being in the game after 60 minutes against any team. You know, it would be very easy for me to say we're going to win the thing…"
• David Denton is supporting the RBS rugby values campaign. See how Scotland's team spirit saw them record two famous wins over England and France in the 2006 RBS Six Nations at rbs6nations.com/definingmoments


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Part 10 – Second Star to the Right (Straight On 'Till Morning)
Disclaimer: Star Trek and the boys belong to Gene Roddenberry, who I am not. I am only borrowing them with the greatest respect, and promise to return them in (mostly) pristine condition.
A/N: Much thanks to the very talented NightTorchLight for her fabulous beta work which makes me seem like I'm actually good at grammar; it is much appreciated.
"Jim...this simple feeling is beyond V'Ger's comprehension. No meaning, no hope. And Jim, no answers. It's asking questions. 'Is this all that I am? Is there nothing more?'" – Spock to Kirk (Star Trek: TMP – also known as that fabulous scene where they hold hands).
"I have been, and ever shall be, your friend. Live long, and prosper." - Spock (Star Trek II)
Although James was aware of the fact that this conversation that would likely go better sitting up, he was loathe to relinquish the warmth and pleasure that laying beside Spock brought; the full body press of skin against skin. So he compromised, twisting in the warm embrace just enough so that he could face Spock. He curled his body slightly and brought one of his arms up to grasp Spock's hand, twining them together between their bodies. He pressed a gentle kiss to their joined hands, a pleasing mixture of coolness and heat, before he raised his head to meet Spock's eyes and said, after a deep and fortifying breath, "You're not dead, Spock."
His statement was met with a slightly bemused look, minute on Spock's face, but a clear indication that he was being humored. After a second Spock said, his voice lazy and unconcerned, logical but light, "I must be, James; there is no other logical explanation. You are dead, and so for me to be with you here now, I must also have passed on. Truly, my friend, if you have said such a thing because you are worried on how this should affect me I must tell you that death brings me no sorrow, for it has brought me to you once again."
There was a second where James simply could not speak; emotion, deep, twisted and churning caught in his throat and clogged it. "No, no, my friend, that is not what I meant, although the sentiment is... much appreciated. But what I meant was; I'm not dead either, Spock." Now there was a flicker of something more than amusement in Spock's eyes, but he forced himself to continue rather than become lost in them. "I didn't die on the Enterprise-B; instead I was trapped in an energy field called the Nexus. But I was alive, and I finally managed to get out and back to you. I think that was probably what made you go into pon farr, but I got here in time to foil your little 'I'm not going to mate with anyone else even to save my life' plan – which we are going to have words about later and don't think we won't -" and he shot Spock a look that he hoped was both fond and slightly stern, "And so here we are, both alive."
There was a moment of silence after he had spoken; long enough so that he began to feel the slightest feeling of worry creep into his bones, permeating his skin like a chill that couldn't be shaken. Spock's eyes were shielded now, no longer filled with that lovely, drowsy, post-coital contentment, and he couldn't read anything from them; glass that his gaze only slid over but could not penetrate, and the coolness was unnerving. The silence stretched so long, as Spock lay soberly beside him, that although James was loathe to interrupt whatever Spock was thinking, James' awkwardness grew so great that he had opened his mouth to speak (although he had no idea what he wanted to say) when Spock finally broke the silence himself, his voice now carefully and terrifyingly level. "T'hy'la... did you meet a man named Captain Picard in this Nexus?"
"Yes." He answered slowly, and because he was beginning to suspect that in this particular situation it was not him who held all the cards after all, he asked, slightly hesitantly (for he was relatively positive he wasn't going to like the answer), "How did you know that?"
Something that looked like the stirrings of understanding flashed through Spock's eyes at his hesitant question. It was a look that he was intimately familiar with, as it had accompanied many of Spock's greatest deductions which had saved their lives time and time again, but now instead of the fondness that he typically felt at that look there was only terror, because he had a feeling that what Spock had grasped was about to shatter the very foundation of his existence. After another moment Spock answered, his voice still too carefully logical for comfort, "I too met the Captain, although later than you did. Did you exit the Nexus with him?"
"No, I didn't. I wanted to, and for a moment I thought I had... but then he was just gone and I was still there," James answered, and at the look that flashed across Spock's face at his statement, he untangled himself from their embrace and sat up, only barely resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself in an attempt to gather his courage. He laid them on the bed instead, flexed his fingers restlessly in the sheets until Spock too sat up. Then he asked the question he was relatively positive he didn't want the answer too. "What aren't you telling me?"
For a second there was a look in Spock's eyes - so heartbreaking that James nearly had to close his own eyes to stop the sheer pain that stabbed into his chest, sharper than anything he could remember - but then Spock opened his mouth and spoke, and James realized that he had been wrong, because this was far more agonizing. "Captain Picard shared his memories with me, after he exited the Nexus. They showed that he did not exit alone. You did leave with him, and helped him defeat Soran, the man who was attempting to destroy the Veridian system to enter the Nexus on Veridian III. However, you were... killed in the process, when a bridge collapsed on top of you. The Captain shared his memories with me afterwards, as he knew that you meant... a great deal to me and he believed that I would find comfort in your last moments of life."
There was a curious lack of sensation after Spock finished speaking. He wasn't aware of the concerned look that Spock was giving him; wasn't aware of the warmth of his skin as he threaded their fingers together again, nor the heat of the room. There was simply a numbness that filled him as he weighed what Spock had told him, a terrible buzzing sound in his ears as he considered the impossible statement that reached almost unbearable heights when his mind realized that, because it was Spock who'd said it, it wasn't a lie (not that Vulcan's couldn't lie, but Spock wouldn't, not about something like this). "No... you're wrong. I didn't leave with Picard. I stayed until I managed to leave and enter this universe. I didn't die – I'm right here, with you."
By the time he had finished speaking his voice was no more than a plea, and the tone of his own voice would have made him cringe in shame if he had not been so consumed by his sheer fear of what the implications of this new truth meant. He'd been so sure he had gotten out, so sure he had been in the real world again, and with the real Spock, but if the things he was saying were true, then he must have been wrong, and the despair threatened to crush him alive. The Nexus is improving, he couldn't help but think; there had been no fear jumping that horse but there sure was now.
"I'm still in the Nexus," he unnecessarily told the facsimile of Spock that he was sitting beside (and god, didn't that feel like having his heart ripped out of his chest), barely managing to keep the sheer hysteria that was starting to build in him out of his voice. "I suppose I should have known. This was all too perfect to be real."
"No, I do not believe you are," the lie whispered to him, so heart-breakingly earnest that it hurt his ears to hear it. The words were accompanied by the lightest touch of hands to his shoulder, but the knowledge that this was only a fantasy made the comforting gesture feel like iron weights were resting upon him, trapping him in place and stealing his breath.
"There isn't any other alternative," he told the echo, this fake Spock who he had wanted so badly to be real (had believed to be real, and the realization that he wasn't was impossibly crushing). "You believe I'm dead and I'm not, so you can't be real and if you aren't real, then I'm still in the Nexus." And then he laughed, cruelly and without mirth before he continued, "Maybe Bones was right after all these years; maybe I do have a masochistic streak. To want something that hurts this much can't really be considered anything else can it?"
It was mostly a rhetorical question, hardly even directed at himself, much less Spock, but Spock (not Spock, he had to remember that) seemed to be actually considering it, if the specific tilt of his eyebrows was any clue. After a few minutes of silence where not-Spock thought and James tried to memorize his face, so that he'd at least have something to remember when he disappeared, Spock (not-Spock, goddammit) raised his eyes back to James', and for a second they were absolutely, impossibly temptingly clear. For a second they weren't the eyes of a lie pulled from the deep recesses of his mind, they were simply Spock's eyes, as bright as they had been all of those years ago when they had mapped the galaxies. It was the look that Spock had gotten when he'd wrapped his insanely beautiful mind around something that the rest of them couldn't even have begun to understand; it was the look that had always preceded Spock saving their asses; it was the look that Spock had always given him when he told him he loved him (it was the most precious look he had).
"I believe I may understand what has happened. However, it is difficult to explain. If you would allow me to show you...?" Spock said, to break the silence, and as he trailed off he lifted his hand slightly, letting it rest tantalizingly close to James' forehead. Since James, still memorized by the tantalizing realism of those much beloved eyes, really didn't have anything to lose anyways, he simply nodded.
In response he felt the lightest of touches to his forehead, the slightest caress, softer than butterfly wings before he felt the shifting sensation of the meld. It wasn't a rush as it often had been, but rather a gentle slide, like walking through endless reams of silk, soft and cool, the fit seamless as he was slowly led back into the mind that he so desperately wanted to be Spock's. For a moment he simply floated in the feeling, soaked up every nuance of this beautiful lie before there was what felt like the slightest pressure all around him, gently guiding him towards what he needed to see.
There was another moment for him to float, to soak in as much of this as he could before the lie finally evaporated and then, without warning he was sunk into a memory and he was Spock and he was alone, younger than he was now, but older than when he had lost Jim. He was looking upon Captain Picard of the new Enterprise, who was telling him that Captain Kirk – his Jim – had died, not years ago as he had thought, but only a few days ago. Was telling him that he had left him alone in that place and he couldn't - wouldn't believe it - because that strange echo of a bond was still there, the one that had been there since Jim had disappeared.
Picard was offering him the opportunity to see for himself; to see the last moments of the man who had meant more to him than anything in the universe. So he reached forward, before he could even think of the consequences, and delved into Picard's mind to find any traces of his Captain that were there. Then he was in that mind and he saw - an observer on the outside who couldn't affect the events no matter how loud he screamed - Jim as he had been when he had left that fateful day to test the Enterprise-B. Saw him in their cabin, chopping wood; saw him ride his horse and realize that the world he was in wasn't real. Saw him leave the energy field, which Picard would later tell him was called the Nexus, with Captain Picard, saw him arrive on Veridian III and stop Soran. Watched, in agony, as he fell and the bridge collapsed on top of him, tried so hard to stop it but couldn't, only able to watch as he whispered his final words and his eyes closed for the last time, his last sentiment still echoing in his ears as agony bled through his veins at the realization that what Picard said was true; because he was Spock and he was alone and Jim was gone.
"It was...fun."
Suddenly James was himself again; back in the room with Spock's hand still resting on his forehead, moving slightly to create the lightest caress in a gesture that he imagined was intended to be comforting. However there was no comfort to be found because of what he'd seen, because those last words were such a him thing to say; so fitting that he nearly believed it, because that would have been exactly what he would have chosen for a last sentiment. But it still couldn't be right, because he didn't remember any of that. Couldn't be right because if he'd died, if he'd gone with Picard (which he hadn't - he'd wanted to, but then Picard had disappeared and James had been left in the Nexus - where he was now, a nasty little voice reminded himself; none of this mattered anyways, because it wasn't real) then couldn't be here, now alive and with Spock.
Then, the slightest brush of a meld, likely unintentional on Spock's part, and he was pushed for a second into a memory that Spock had received from Picard in what James knew, with a certainty that he shouldn't have had but did all the same, was an accident, a side effect of the transfer. The strange swirling of the world that meant the Nexus, a room with a Christmas tree and children who laughed as they played, smiled and called for their father to join them. A dark skinned woman with kind, slightly sad eyes, her voice soft as she spoke to the man he knew to be Captain Picard, "I can't come back. I'm already there."
In space there was no sound. Stars - and worlds themselves - died silently, no matter how big of an explosion they made, and the epiphany that hit him as he pulled himself out of that memory was similar. Destruction, utter chaos and ruin, but silent; nothing more than a soundless gasp that betrayed the enormity of what he had realized.
"I wasn't. I wasn't already there... because I was dead, so I could leave again," he said, nearly stumbling over the words. In his numbness, he wondered if they had even come out in the right order, almost choking over them as he continued. "I... left the Nexus and died on a bridge helping Picard stop Soran, but a part of me stayed and was able to leave again. I'm nothing more than a copy." Any feeling of relief from the realization that he had been wrong, that he had finally managed to escape from the Nexus, was drowned out by the terrible sickness of this new truth. It washed over him, and he pulled himself from Spock's grasp and continued, his words cutting off the protests that Spock was beginning to utter.
"I dreamed you in the Nexus, you know that?" he said quietly, and it was somehow neither a question nor a statement, simply words that we escaping him like air. "I did it with the others too, but it always came back to you." He wasn't sure he could meet Spock's eyes, so he kept his focus on the bedding, and continued only when he heard no response.
"I spent an eternity just looking at you before I realized that you, them, no one was real; they were just ghosts." Though he tried to keep it in, a desperately sad chuckle escaped his mouth and echoed sharp and brittle in the silence. "So I fought to get out; to see you and finally be able to breathe! How ironic; after everything, I end up being the ghost in the real world. I think I'd rather prefer being in the Nexus to this." He whispered, and knew it was only a half truth, because no matter how unreal he was, how incomplete he was, he'd still prefer to be with Spock, even though what he was now was so unworthy of him.
"No," Spock announced in response, voice sharp and as strong as steel, and Jim ducked his head further, not sure if Spock was refuting what he'd said, or simply his presence, equally terrified of both. Then hands, aged but so desperately familiar, cupped his chin and gently but firmly brought his face up so that his own hazel eyes met Spock's familiar and cherished too human eyes.
"No," he repeated again, and his hands held firm when Jim tried to turn his head again to escape that precious, penetrating look. "You are not a ghost. You are James Tiberius Kirk, who once captained the greatest ship in the fleet and saved more lives than any man I know. More importantly," he continued, hardly even stopping to take a breath in an effort to cut Jim off when opened his mouth to protest, "You are my life, my love and my t'hy'la. You are mine, and I will not allow anyone, not even you, to believe otherwise."
For a moment Jim felt his heart, which had previously plummeted, rise at Spock's declaration hope and love twining together with his unshakable trust in Spock to create a feeling that almost made him believe that everything was going to be alright (that he was a real person). But then, after only seconds of that incredibly intoxicating feeling, his heart promptly sank again as Spock turned minutely away, the corners of his mouth turning down into the tiniest frown. James thought he could almost see his happiness evaporate with that gesture.
"If anything," he began, and Jim braced himself for the hurt he was sure was going to follow, "it is I who am in the wrong." And then Jim sat dumbfound for a moment as he desperately attempted to change gears and process Spock's statement, but came up with nothing. Spock looked back at his face for a moment and then continued answering the question that Jim had not been able to even begin to verbalize, shame and grief coloring his voice. "I gave up on you, t'hy'la. I was so assured of your death that I consequently left you alone in that place, when you once stopped at nothing to bring me back to life."
"You couldn't have known that I was alive in there. It wasn't your fault." Jim stated, completely baffled at how they had gotten onto this topic, which could only be considered impossibly illogical. That fact that Spock somehow thought this was his fault could only be evidence that he was still dreaming this, even though the evidence proved that he wasn't and so he stayed speechless in confusion until Spock continued again, voice sincere but slightly pained.
"I should have – the bond never broke, not even when you died on the bridge. It was so quiet, like an absence of sound; still there but through glass, so that I could not touch it or feel it. But it did not break, t'hy'la – this bond between us is the same one that we forged the first time. It would not have survived if you hadn't been alive all of that time, and so it was my error in not realizing that you still lived, even after Veridian III."
"But..." James began, because really, this was just too absurd and too simple; because Spock was giving him an out, an actual honest to god chance at being a real person and having a real life when he'd thought that such a thing was impossible. It was too simple because there was no cost here, nothing to pay, and although James might not have been as cynical as his younger counterpart, he wasn't oblivious to the fact that things as good as this rarely came without demanding a pound of flesh in return. The freeness of the exchange (and the fact that he just escaped from the Nexus, which made him suspicious of pretty much everything) made him a bit wary.
However, Spock could clearly see the resistance on his face as he squeezed James's hand once in reassurance, before he said quietly, but with the utmost certainty, "No t'hy'la, no buts. The bond would not have survived your death on the bridge if you had not still been alive in the Nexus; this is a fact. And I do not believe that it would still exist if you were only a copy. The bond needs a mind, healthy and whole and human; needs your mind, and if you were anything less than your true self than it would die. That it is alive is proof that you are alive, alive and whole and real."
"But I'm not." He stated, because this was something that Spock just couldn't seem to see, and something that he felt he needed to, even though it was so tempting (god, so damn tempting) to simply accept the theory that Spock had developed. "Perhaps I have all of my... his... my memories from before, but I'm still only what was left over in the Nexus. Perhaps I'm complete enough to be a real person, but I'm still hardly more than an imposter. You deserve so much better than that."
He half expected Spock to pull away, to distance himself from him once he accepted the logic of Jim's statement; once he'd seen what Jim was now. He'd already braced himself for the coldness of that; of the look that would appear in Spock's eyes, not mean but simply not there; the cool logic that would cut through him like a blade. He had not, however, expected Spock to smile at him, just a hint of it in the corner of his mouth and move closer to him, squeeze his forearm in comfort before he said, "If you are an imposter, t'hy'la, then I must be as well."
He had thought that he'd gotten used to having the rug pulled out from underneath him, not only in this conversation but in his time as Captain of the Enterprise (because really, when had things ever gone to plan then?) but he'd clearly been wrong, because... this? This was like getting hit with a photon torpedo. It left his mind simply blank. There was no way that this was logical; this didn't even enter the realm of possibly making sense. Aware of the fact that he likely looked like he had been sucker punched, he couldn't come up with anything to say other than, "What...?"
"You seem to have forgotten that I am not who I was when meet – I died as well." Spock replied his little non-smile deepened further, although his voice remained sincere. In any other situation he might have been able to work up a little righteous indignation at the humor in Spock's voice and the fact that the dictation of Spock's voice reminded him of an adult talking to a particularly slow child, but now he was unable to do anything but soak up what he was saying like water after a drought.
It took him a moment for him to realize that there was nothing more was forthcoming from Spock. The shock was finally starting to wear off, and in its place a sense of confusion was creeping up (as well as the tiniest feeling of nearly hysterical bemusement because really, how on Earth – or New Vulcan, as it were – did this have relevance?). So instead of dragging Spock off to this planet's equivalent of a shrink (partly because he couldn't exactly throw stones in the whole sanity thing, but mostly because that would mean he would have to dress him and he was really enjoying the view) he simply settled for stating, in the calmest voice that he could manage, "But that's different."
The tiny not-smile on Spock face deepened even more so, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly with something so warm, making James' inside tingle like he was a prepubescent girl. When he spoke, however, there was no humor in his voice, only warmth and truth; an intoxicating mix that left James helpless to do anything but listen. "How so? I stored my memories in the good doctor's mind just as yours were stored in the Nexus. My body needed the Genesis machine to be restored and time for my memories to return, while you stayed whole in the Nexus. If anything, t'hy'la, you are more complete than I am. If you can accept that I am real, then you are left with no alternative than to do the same for yourself."
And then he paused for a second and he look grew impossibly tender before he said, voice gentle but unyielding. "Perhaps we are even; not who we were when we started, but together all the same.
It took him a second to absorb what Spock was saying, but once he did he was struck by the most wonderful calm as everything finally crystallized for him. In that moment, when the feeling of wonder had finally left his mind and he could think clearly, it occurred to him not only what the baser issue was here, but also the risk that Spock was taking here, because in the end it wasn't just his feelings that were on the line. This was his choice to take or to leave, not Spock's, and he so wanted to believe it, every fiber of his being wanted to accept it. And truly, the issue was actually relatively simple, because if there was one thing that he had always been, it was greedy. He'd sacrificed a lot in his career, but when it had come to things that had truly mattered (and Spock, since the very first moment, since "Permission to come aboard, Captain" had always been in that category) he grabbed them with both hands and refused to let go, no matter what. Although so many things, too numerous to list, had changed, this hadn't, and so since he could see that brass ring so clearly, just tempting him to grab it with both hands, he simply did. He smiled, letting it creep across his entire face until he almost feared that his face would split from the force, and said, voice finally clear of the terrible heaviness that had settled over him, "I should have known better to argue a matter of logic with a Vulcan. I never really even stood a chance, did I?"
"No, t'hy'la, you did not," Spock answered, and James took a second to drown in the relief glowing in his eyes, letting the feeling fill him until he was nearly bursting; took a moment to simply bask in the feeling of being alive, a sensation made only more heady by the fact that he hadn't felt it in so long. After a moment Spock slowly reopened his arms, an invitation that his Vulcan propriety still didn't allow him to verbalize, and James sank into them willingly, feeling as if the entire weight of the world had just been lifted off of his shoulders. He then fell back, trusting Spock to guide them into a comfortable stance, simply letting his whole body be surrounded by Spock's, letting the warmth of his body seep into his own. For the first time in a long time, he let himself close his eyes for a second, without fear of the world disappearing when he opened them again.
After a few minutes of simply enjoying the peace, he reopened his eyes and turned his head towards Spock, who was watching him with a look that encompassed both great relief and profound satisfaction (Spock had always loved to win an argument just as much as James always had). James smiled at him in return before a stray thought occurred to him, and in an effort to lighten the still slightly tense aura that lingered after their conversation, he asked lazily, "So I hear you met our young counterparts as well. What did you think of them?"
"They have a great deal of potential, both professionally and personally." Spock responded and James couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the fact that Spock could still use a company tone when he was stark naked, before he replied, humor clear in his voice, "I must say, that makes you sound rather conceited Mr. Spock." He smirked slightly as he deliberately left out the fact that he had thought the same thing (and that Spock's ass had not suffered with time, but he digressed).
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean Captain." Spock replied demurely. At the (adorable) contrast of the absolute dead innocence of Spock's voice and the sly twinkle in his eyes that revealed that he was anything but, James couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh, the sound loud, joyous and unburdened before he answered, "And I'm sure you're pulling my leg, Mr. Spock, but because I happen to love you, I'll let it slide." And then a humorous side thought occurred to him and he asked, after he had regained his breath from laughing, "Did you tell them I was an Admiral?"
Spock paused, only slightly in response before he answered, his voice gentle but strangely stilted, "I did not. You were always Captain to me, no matter your official title. And perhaps there are some things they should discover on their own."
Spock lapsed into silence after he had finished speaking and James to that moment to consider what he'd said, because he didn't buy it, at least not completely. The Captain part was true, yes, because Spock had always known him as well as – and sometimes even better than - he had known himself, and he'd always considered himself a Captain, but the other part wasn't, really. He knew, in the part of him that was so tightly intertwined with Spock that they could have been a single person, that Spock felt as he did; that they should allow their younger selves to make their own mistakes rather than the ones that they themselves had made - do as I say, not as I did - and allow them to grow into their own people; a feat that he imagined would require some conversation at some time in the future. So it was not that reason that Spock had not informed them of his former post as an Admiral. Rather he imagined it was a reluctance to talk of that time, full of loneliness where they had both tried to hide; Spock in the desert of Gol and he in San Francisco, pride and fear keeping them so far apart. It had been such an unnecessary waste of time - his one regret in their entire relationship, because they could have had so much more time together if they had not been so blind. However, this was not the time for that, when their conversation was finally lightening again, after it had been so hopeless, so instead he simply let the unsaid stay unsaid and responded, his voice full of poorly disguised mirth, "You didn't think they'd believe it, huh?"
There was a flash of gratitude in Spock's eyes, so fleeting that he could have imagined it, though he knew he had not, before Spock said, the tiniest hint of humor in his voice, "...That may have been a factor. Perhaps we can tell them together at a later time – for the scientific benefit of observing their reaction of course."
"That sounds like fun – it's a date, Mr. Spock." He chuckled, enjoying the opportunity to once again be the one humoring Spock instead of the other way around, and if the twinkle in Spock's eye as he answered, "Agreed, Captain," was any clue, then Spock wasn't against the return to their usual dynamic either.
After another few moments of quiet contentment, James couldn't quite hold in the yawn that hit him, but it didn't surprise him. Emotion was exhausting, and he had certainly weathered enough of that in a very short amount of time (and performed other tiring activities as well), so his sudden desire to close his eyes and sleep for a very long time wasn't odd at all. To communicate his intention to Spock (instead of just falling asleep on him without a word, which would be pleasurable but probably a bit rude), he turned his head towards Spock and said, "I don't know about you and your superior biology that leads to some of those fabulous 'Vulcan's need less sleep than humans, Doctor' fights – and don't even try calling them conversations because they were totally fights and you enjoyed every minute of them, you passive aggressive Vulcan – but my inferior human biology is demanding some shut-eye right about now."
"I too could rest." Spock said levelly, ignoring the rest of his remark, although the twinkle in his eye either expressed his humor or threatened some type of revenge (it was about a 50/50 chance, by his best estimate).
"We're in agreement, then - awesome," he deadpanned in response, before arranging himself into a more comfortable position (his head on Spock's shoulder, his body just touching Spock's - it was a position that they had perfected through much research and many years). After they were settled; the lights low, air comfortable, breath even and relaxed, he murmured, "Sleep well."
"You as well," Spock replied equally as quietly, and a pleasant silence followed for a few minutes, broken only for a second just as sleep was starting to creep into the edges of his vision, as Spock whispered into the darkness, his voice heavy with sleep and love. "You are real t'hy'la, of this I know, and you should never doubt. Who else but James T. Kirk could have defied the odds that you did to return to me?"
And at that James couldn't help but let out the tiniest chuckle and smiled into the darkness, because despite the fact that this was not Vulcan; that this was not even their universe, and that they were not who they had once been; he was with Spock, and so, against all the odds, he was home. At the warmth brought by that thought he shifted, so that he could rest his head gently against Spock's chest, and although he couldn't know it, in doing so he mirrored the position of two very similar men on the Enterprise who shared not only their faces and names, but their passions as well. As they finally surrendered to slumber, cocooned in the sheer perfection of the moment the universe, for only a moment, aligned, because in that moment, everything was as it should be.
And although it could not stay like that for long, as the universe was not a static entity, they knew they that no matter what tomorrow brought, together they would triumph.
But that... well, that is a story for another time.
Chief DiFalco: "Heading, sir?"
Kirk: "Out there. Thataway."
- Chief DiFalco and Kirk (The Motion Picture)
A/N: Oh thank god, it's finally done! Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and continued to read while I wrote this, as well as extra thanks to everyone who took the time to write a review. I've both enjoyed the praise and the constructive criticism. On that note, I am still continuing to write Redefining Destiny as well as taking on a new personal challenge; I am trying to write a series of (smutty) one shots on all the famous K/S clichés (fuck-or-die, sharing body heat on a frozen planet, etc.) and I'd love some additional ideas, so feel free to review with clichés that you'd like to see me try and tackle. That said, thank you again and as always, feel free to review and I hope it was enjoyed.


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The Privilege of Children
Psalms 103:1
The Lord is like a father to His children, tender and compassionate to
those who fear Him (v.13).
Erik Hatzinger confessed to stealing money from
several businesses over many months. He seems
to be repentant, for when the judge ordered him to
pay $13,000 in restitution, Erik informed the judge that
he had stolen more and would like to pay it all back.
"That's the son I raised," his mother told a reporter.
"I'm not surprised he wanted to take responsibility for
what he'd done. He really wants to make amends."
Leave it to a parent to find the silver lining in her convict
child. Others may have pointed out Erik's crimes, but she
focused on the judge's comment that her son is the most
repentant criminal he'd ever seen.
David, who committed a few crimes of his own, said
our God is a compassionate Father who "does not
punish us for all our sins; He does not deal harshly with
us, as we deserve," but "He remembers we are only
dust" (Psalm 103:10,14).
John Calvin explained that endless acceptance is the
special privilege of children. Slaves work hard to satisfy
their master, knowing they might be punished for doing
a poor job. "But children, who are more liberally and
kindly treated by their fathers, do not fear to present
to their fathers their rough and half-done works, and
even ones which have some faults, trusting that their
obedience and good will are acceptable to their father
even if they have not done what he wanted."
We want to please our Father, but how comforting to know that our best is
enough—even when it's not. If you suffer from the burden of perfectionism, if
you put off assignments for fear that they'll never be good enough, remember
that you are God's child. He might demand perfection from a slave, but all He
wants from you is love.
—Mike Wittmer
Read John 15:9 to learn other ways we differ from slaves. Check
out Romans 6:12 for one important way we are "slaves of God."
What task or failure is weighing heavily on your heart? How might it help
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08 May 2004
The grainy picture of a female American soldier dragging a naked Iraqi prisoner on a lead is certain to become one of the defining images of the catastrophe that is now the US occupation of Iraq.
Just as the image of the terrified girl fleeing a napalm attack came to define the Vietnam War, so the frozen shame of Lynndie England and her humiliated captive may even come to define the whole disastrous adventure that this supposed war of liberation has become. "Abhorrent" - President Bush's word - expresses only a fraction of any civilised response. Reprehensible, degraded, immoral, dishonourable testimony to the cruelty that one human can inflict on another... Any description is inadequate.
Every day of this week, new photographs and new revelations emerged to compound the US dishonour. And for all the pleading of American officials that the conduct immortalised in the photographs is not the real face of America, for all the apologies that have tumbled, ever more desperately, from US departments of government and from the White House, the photographs say something different. This is the only America many thousands of imprisoned and besieged Iraqis know. What was supposed to be liberation became occupation; it is now humiliation and oppression. For Washington, and the Western world it is widely perceived to exemplify, the damage will take decades, perhaps generations to repair.
The one slim hope must be that the shock from this week's revelations may be profound enough finally to shake the US administration out of its stubborn self-righteousness. For months now, as the waves of disappointment, resentment and anger have spread out from Iraq across the Arab world and Europe, opinion in the United States and among its political elite remained almost indifferent. President Bush had only to invoke the charmed words "US national security" for most critics to fall silently into line behind the flag. This week, there have been the first signs of change. In a culture where the visual image dominates, the pictures of Lynndie England and her comrades have sown the first seeds of doubt.
The Bush administration has until now been remarkable for its ideological certainty and the dogmatic pursuit of its objectives. Mr Bush presented the war with Iraq not just as a pre-emptive war to draw the sting of a weapons threat that now turns out not to have existed. He presented it also as a moral exercise, a civilising mission to implant freedom and democracy in Iraq - and thence across the region. How unrealistic, how arrogant, those American ambitions appear now.
It is all too easy for armchair "liberators" and war critics in Europe to exclaim over the obvious mistakes committed by the occupiers. There were nonetheless moments at which key decisions went the wrong way, even after the biggest mistake of all - to go to war in the first place - had become irrevocable. Most egregious was the failure to make the security of the population the first priority. Securing the oil ministry and other government buildings even as law and order broke down progressively elsewhere conveyed the wrong message about US priorities and constituted a dereliction of the statutory duty of an occupying force. The swift and nimble force sufficient to win the military victory proved completely inadequate to impose law and order.
The occupation authorities failed to set up any means of radio or television communication with Iraqis until their credibility was hanging by a thread. They failed to restore supplies of electricity and water in good time. De-Baathification was patchy and inconsistent - as admitted, and reversed, by the US authorities last month. The disbanding of the Iraqi armed forces then left hundreds of thousands of Iraqi men with their weapons, but without work or pay. A further error, an all-out military assault on Fallujah, was revoked last week. But any respite US forces might have earned was already being negated by the evidence of US abuse at Abu Ghraib.
However abject the US apologies, though, however uncharacteristic the cases of abuse may be across the occupation as a whole, and however swiftly the US authorities bring those responsible to justice, it becomes daily more apparent that the administration has barely grasped the true extent of the damage. In Iraq and the Arab world they have been greeted with the contempt they deserve.
Three immediate changes are imperative. The defence secretary, Donald Rumsfeld, as architect of a mismanaged occupation and head of the department responsible for the military prisons, must resign. Abu Ghraib must be closed; detainees must be properly screened and placed under international supervision. Finally, the US must subject its whole detention policy to a rigorous review. None of this is enough and none of it will restore the good name of the United States, either as a just force of occupation or as a credible missionary for freedom and democracy. The earliest chance for the US to start recovering at least some of its lost authority may well be if the disorder and misconduct in Iraq cost George Bush the election.


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History of New Amsterdam and the Terhunes
I have found it fascinating to tie history to the families.The history of Albert Albertesen Terhune and his family linked to the history of New Amsterdam aka New York
is a superior way to know Alberts life story.
There is a great book out called "Gotham a History of New York City to 1898" by Edwin Burrows and Mike Wallace.I have been enjoying reading with the family in the background
The connection is a delight.Many of the names are found in the geneology of the Terhunes that are in the book.
I also found an old book "Dutch Houuses and Families in northern New Jersy and Southern New York."by Rosalie Fellows Bailey and published by Dover press.First published in 1935.It includes two pictures of early Terhune homes.


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A lifelong resident of Maryland, Mr. Quinn was raised on the Eastern Shore before moving to Baltimore to attend Loyola College. Mr. Quinn graduated with honors from the University of Maryland School of Law, where he was elected by the Maryland Law Review Editorial Board as the Executive Articles Editor. As a law student, Mr. Quinn was twice published in national Law Review journals. His current practice is concentrated on medical negligence, personal injury, and appellate litigation.
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Sales Tools are there for you to use them. They have practicality attached to them. For example, Salesforce is a great CRM - only if you use it. Sales Training is awesome and can help you grow revenue and close more deals - only if you use it. On and on.
The worst is when there is that one sales tool that can help you land the deal - but, you didn't have the discipline or foresight to use it. Don't be that guy.
All of us are guilty of it to some degree, we collect more books on sales techniques, leadership and effectiveness than we can possibly read. It is important to know that there are tools out there that offers bite-sized easily digestible information.


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This paper explores the concepts of transparency in the process of software development to support publicity in public institutions. It consists of an analysis of the characteristics of transparency and a strategy that suggests practices to make the software development more transparent. The group of suggested practices emphasizes requirements gathering and focuses on outsourcing of software development in the public sector. The study was conducted based on the activities of the area of software development projects of the Legislative Assembly of the State of Santa Catarina (ALESC).
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ORLANDO, Florida (Reuters) - A color photograph of George Zimmerman with a bloody, swollen nose taken on the night he shot and killed unarmed black teenager Trayvon Martin last February was posted on the Internet on Monday by Zimmerman's legal defense team.
Everyone with common sense knows that Trayvon came after Zimmerman, and died near his front door despite having plenty of time to make it home.
if you looked at the evidence it is self defense.
I highly suspect you are tainted by the media because "age is all that matters
So you think that becaue you are older you should sacrifice yourself and die at the hands of a teenager because their death would be more of a travesty because they have had a shorter life than you. That is what you are saying to me.
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Oh, it's obvious why, because the prosecution had it. The prosecutors shot themselves in the foot with this case. They know that they overcharged. In the article it says that the defense originally got a grainy black and white copy of this photo, but Zimmerman's lawyer " received the digital image from prosecutors after repeated demands by his office and he posted it Monday on Zimmerman's defense website."
The prosecution didn't want to hand it over because thought it shouldn't, public opinion does help sway a caseedit on 3-12-2012 by GogoVicMorrow because: (no reason given)


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With March 1 every year comes the promise of the upcoming first day of Spring, but this year, whole swaths of the the Midwest and South are spending the day engaged in a massive cleanup effort. The tornadoes that ripped through the regions on Wednesday killed at least 12 people in three states, focusing their fury on the towns of Harrisburg, Ill. and Branson, Mo.
Jeff Rann, a Harrisburg resident, survived the tornado, only to find his father killed and his mother critically wounded after the twister flattened their duplex. His mother's injuries also proved fatal. (AP) Darrell Osman, a Branson resident, raced to the home of his mother, arriving in time to speak with her just before she was taken to the hospital with severe injuries. She died shortly after. (AP)
Videos have emerged of the twisters, showing them rolling into Kansas around sunset Tuesday, over open country fields in Nebraska, and clearing out homes and churches across Missouri. (Time NewsFeed)
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Breakthroughs of the morning
— North Korea agreed to a moratorium on its nuclear program Wednesday, in return for food air from the U.S. The only problem? It's broken such promises in the past. (BlogPost)
— Syria's rebels are unifying their armed resistance to the government under a military bureau. The Syrian National Council said the bureau would help control the flow of weapons to avoid "chaos." (BBC)
Unclaimed attacks of the morning
— A bombing wounds 15 police officers in Turkey. The remote-controlled bomb was placed on a motorcycle. There was no immediate claim of responsibility. (AP)
— Two soldiers were shot dead in Afghanistan Thursday, NATO said. Two gunmen fired "indiscriminately" — one of them apparently an Afghan soldier. A total of six NATO staff have now been killed since Korans were found burnt at one of its bases last week. (Global Post)
Important rulings of the morning
— Egypt lifted a travel ban on U.S. NGO workers Wednesday. While the State Department said it could not confirm the news, Egyptian news outlets are reporting that a chartered plane is waiting at the airport for the Americans. (Al-Ahram)
— Graphic smoking images are unconstitutional. U.S. District Judge Richard Leon ruled that they violate the companies' free-speech rights. (BusinessWeek)
Unlikely, but scary, possibility of the morning
— Chance of catastrophic solar storm by 2020. The Earth has a roughly 12 percent chance of experiencing an "enormous megaflare erupting from the sun" in the next decade, a catastrophe from which could the world could need up to a decade to recover. (Wired)


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A View From The Bunker - Radio show hosted by Rapture Cultists, see The Birds Of Babylon.
Abraham-Faith Ministries International - British based Jewish group run by Rabbinical figure Simon Altaf. Like many contemporary Jewish groups, Altaf styles himself as "Messianic," and even includes the name Yahushua, with an image of a lion on the ministry logo. An apparent reference to the lion of the tribe of Judah, it is clear this poser actually sees Christ as the roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. Just another unredeemed ministry figure, this Rabbi is caught in the Satanic view of Jewish supremacy which brought Israel to the rejection of Jesus in the first place. Simon Altaf writes that it is an error to believe "the Jewish people will die in sin and go to hell if they do not believe in the the Jewish Messiah that Christians call Jesus Christ!" In another bizarre manifestation of the emerging theology we refer to as the Two House Twist, and liberally quoting from the New Testament, Altaff concludes that Jews "do not need the Christian Messiah or any other Messianic Messiah."
Acceleration Radio - ministry name of L A Marzulli – see The Birds Of Babylon.
Cuppett, Al - Also known as Mr C, Cuppett frequents shortwave as a guest speaker. A former tour speaker with the Prophecy Club (see the ProFile under Ministries), Cuppett consistently espouses false doctrine. Utilizing his background in the US military establishment, Cuppett associates with and defends numerous false teachers such as Professor Tom Mack (see ProFiles under Wolves) and numerous other racists promoting the `chosen people' mythology that places their allegiance to the state of Israel before their own country. A Jewish supremacist not to be trusted.
Al Quaida - International Islamic militant group said to be led by Osama Bin Ladin. More at Al Quaida.
Agag - King of the Amalekites. Royal line results in Hammed-Atta, the father of Haman in the book of Esther. Linked to Arabia, and associated with the name Gog. See The Ten Sons Of Hammed. As well as the essay on Gog And Magog. Agag is also covered in Hadassah Of Shusan.
Ahasuerus - King of Persia prominently featured in the book of Esther. See Ahasuerus: The Seed & The Gatekeepers.
American Free Press - See Media Figures & Groups in the ProFiles section AFP, See also StreamWars.com.
American Hiroshima - name of plans for terrorist nuclear assault on American cities allegedly seized by US forces in Afghanistan American Hiroshima.
American Magog - Title of DVD from Christian Media identifying America with the Magog of Ezekiel 38. MORE.
American Voice Radio Network - Alternative radio net run by Francis Steffan in Eagle Point Oregon. Satellite presence (G11 T12 Audio 8.1), and low power FM. Carries political and Christian programs with relatively wide doctrinal variance under banner of free speech. AVR is remnant and patriot in worldview with a pronounced distrust of government. Also has a print presence. Current programmers include Colonel James `Bo' Gritz, Pro gun rights activist Rick Stanley, and Steffan himself (the Frank Report). Vol I, Vol II, Vol III.
Ancient Wonders & Angels At War - title of Christian Media CD on Catastrophism, see more here.
Angels In Orbit - Title of Christian Media DVD on Biblical Catastrophism, and the association of the angelic host with the planets. See the article.
Antichrist - Term found in New Testament with layered meanings, including collective ("there are many antichrists" -I John 2:18) as well as individual ("And the beast was taken, and...cast alive into a lake of fire.." - Revelation 19:20). See also the online articles Antichrist Attacked as well as Antichrist & The UN Security Council. For a more detailed examination concerning the identity of Antichrist, see the book The Spirit Of Antichrist - See also the CD set Interview With The Antichrist.
Fruchtenbaum, Arno - Rapture Cultist – see The Birds Of Babylon.
Avatar - Sanskrit term for a being projected into existence by a higher personality. The James Cameron epic science fiction film has broadly popularized the term, but most computer users already had familiarity with the concept, as their identity is frequently projected into "cyber-space" via an avatar (usually a computer icon) -- thus making man the higher mind. In spite of the fact the concept is routinely found in Hindu thought, the term has developed broader meanings, and due to cultural familiarity, may be applied in a Christian context. See The Avatar Of Truth, as well as the DVD on the same subject.
Mordechai, Avi Ben - A practitioner of the priestcraft known as "messianic Judaism," Mordechai has departed from even Orthodox Dispensationalism. He has stated that the virgin birth of Christ is "difficult to accept." Teaches the New Testament is not actually scripture, but writes:
"...the `New Testament' speaks of or alludes to the Law, the Prophets, and the Writings as Scripture in many places (Luke 4:21, John 10:35, Acts 1:16, Acts 8:35, Acts 17:11, 2 Timothy 3:16, James 2:8, 2 Peter 1:20). Thus, all "New Testament" doctrines must line up with the written evidence that is found in the Law, the Prophets, or the Writings. If we accept anything else as Scripture, when there is no written evidence to call it Scripture, then we are guilty of violating Scripture according to Deuteronomy 4:2 and 12:32 (13:1 in Hebrew), thus making us liars (Proverbs 30:6). This does not, however, mean that we cannot glean important insights and knowledge from reading it."
Worse yet, he denies the deity of Christ. He states "...is it possible to say, `Yeshua is God'? Not as I understand it. But, this does not preclude the fact that Elohim was working in Yeshua to show us the Father." Given these facts, Christian Media asks why any one considers this man to be even remotely associated with Christianity in the first place? For a thorough Scriptural analysis of Mordechai's Two House heresy, see the book The Two House Twist.
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