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BE SURE & VISIT THE SAN SIMEON CHAMBER OFFICE: There is a San Simeon Chamber of Commerce Website that lists all member resorts, motels,and restaurants in San Simeon but this web site lists them all and more. You can call the San Simeon Chamber of Commerce at 805-927-3500 or write or visit the San Simeon Chamber of Commerce in San Simeon Acres, San Simeon Chamber of Commerce, Plaza del Cavalier, Suite 3A, 250 San Simeon Ave, San Simeon, Ca 93452. San Simeon Chamber of Commerce Information Continued plus information on all other Central Coast Chambers.
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There are many inns, motels, and some motels that call themselves hotels near Hearst Castle and couple of nice small resorts too but there are actually none real close to Hearst Castle or left in Hearst Castle's old village of San Simeon, and there hasn't been since the early 1900's. Most of the motels are 3 ½ miles to the south of the village of San Simeon in a motel strip town, a couple of PCH frontage road motel rows that locals have always called San Simeon Acres. There are precious few motels near Hearst Castle located north of San Simeon and the unique
lodging accommodations offered by the Best Western Cavalier Oceanfront Resort make it the best on either side of San Simeon; it's the only real beach-front motel/resort near the Hearst Castle or San Simeon. Several things set this motel lodging in a world apart from the other motels near Hearst Castle. For one thing the Best Western Cavalier Oceanfront Resort was chosen 2006 Travelers' Choice Award for most romantic place to stay!
Of all San Simeon lodging accommodations only one of the motels near Hearst Castle offers lodging on the edge of the beach, Best Western Cavalier Resort's Motel. The ocean view and views of the California coastline at this motel are breathtaking and the beach is fun and wonderful. The lodging at this motel is part of an all inclusive resort, with a magic ambiance of it's own. The Best Western Cavalier Oceanfront Resort offers the premier motel in the area near Hearst Castle and all the resort amenities to make your visit to San Simeon, San Simeon's Hearst Castle and the Central California Coast rewarding, memorable and complete.
There are a number of other roadside motels, and mini-resorts that are near Hearst Castle, most in the motel strip town, San Simeon Acres, the San Simeon Lodge, San Simeon Courtesy Inn, Sands Motel, the Morgan at San Simeon and the Silver Surf Motel, are a few but none are all inclusive resorts or have the ocean views or ambiance which compare to the RPI Resort, the beautiful unique Ragged Point Inn and Resort. A few of the things that make the Ragged Point Inn Resort unique are that it is located on a rugged California Coast outcropping on top of a 350 foot cliff providing breathtaking views, it is right on the Pacific Coast Highway 15 miles north of Hearst Castle with more of a Big Sur influence and it is the only hotel motel lodging on the scenic Big Sur Coast that is pet-friendly.
This Website is the definitive site for planning your Castle Country vacation and finding a resort, motel, lodging accommodations of any kind near Hearst Castle San Simeon. There is a no nonsense complete list and directory of all the bed and breakfasts, resorts, inns, and motels near Hearst Castle San Simeon that should eliminate any confusion about lodging and accommodations in San Simeon Acres, and the motels near Hearst Castle. Pages of information about things to do and see in the area and calendars of neat events for you and your family to participate in.
The information here about Hearst Castle and the San Simeon area should prove useful to you in planning your vacation to Hearst Castle and the San Simeon area and the lodging accommodations on the complete hotel/motel directory listings should provide all the information you need to select the right bed and breakfast, inn, resort, motel, or hotels near Hearst Castle San Simeon for you.
This Website also includes lots of useful resource links to travel information about the Hearst Castle area and you will also find photos of Hearst Castle, the elephant seals, the Piedras Blancas Lighthouse and other attractions around Hearst Castle and San Simeon.
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Family members of teenage cousin Dalit sisters who were gangraped and hanged, today termed the incident as more gruesome than December 16 gangrape, and demanded that the accused be hanged publicly
Badaun: Family members of the two teenage cousin Dalit sisters who were gangraped and hanged, today termed the incident as more gruesome than December 16 gangrape case and demanded that the accused should be hanged publicly.
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Father of a victim, who was gangraped in Ushait area on May 27 night, said that the incident was "more gruesome than Delhi rape case which rocked the nation." He also demanded a CBI probe adding that there should be nothing less than capital punishment. "The manner in which the entire world saw our innocent girls hanging, we want that in the same manner it should watch the accused hanging. They should be hanged publicly," he said.
The father said that he did no believe in the promises and announcements of the state government. Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Akhilesh Yadav had yesterday came down heavily on police officers warning them that such incidents should not be repeated any cost. He had said that family of victims should be given and also sanctioned financial assistance of rupees five lakh each to the family members of the two cousin sisters.
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However, the victim's father said that they dont' want any compensation. "We want justice and not compensation," he said.
Badaun: Rahul Gandhi today met the family of the two dalit sisters who were gangraped and murdered here and demanded a CBI probe into the case, saying UP police cannot give them justice and the culprits should know that they cannot get away with such a heinous crime.
"They have said that the honour of their daughters cannot be brought back with money. They said they want justice and they have no faith in the UP police as their people are involved. They said that the UP police cannot get them justice. I agree with them, there can be no price for a woman's honour.
"I am also in agreement with them on what they have said about the CBI inquiry. CBI inquiry should happen," Rahul said. He, however, refrained from attacking the Samajwadi Party government in Uttar Pradesh which has faced a lot of flak over the sensational crime amid allegations that the local police was hand in glove with the accused.
"Whosoever have committed this crime should know that they cannot do such things in India," Rahul said The Congress Vice President visited the home of the dalit girls and during the interaction, their family members complained that the police did not act when they approached the local police chowki. "Had the police acted in time, our daughters would have been alive," father of one of the victims told Rahul. The Congress leader also walked to the spot where the victims had been found hanging from a tree.


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Do We Have the Right to Be Forgotten? (Part Three)
Last thoughts on the right to be forgotten.
So our first discussion was about interacting with huge entities such as Facebook or a government agency. And the second discussion was really about distant relationships between two people: The concert-goer and Beyonce. Me and my old college friend, John Smith. People who may not know each other well, or at all.
Today we're getting to the core: what about the people who love us? The ones we interact with every day or who operate within our face-to-face world? Our acquaintances and friends and family; the people who make up the circle that surrounds us.
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When a Jewish couple gets engaged, they sometimes have a te'naim, which means conditions. Originally, it was a time for the two families to negotiate the details of the marriage, but Josh and I modernized the tradition and wrote our conditions or vows to each other on a piece of pottery. We then smashed the pottery and gave a shard (in a glass box) to each member of our family. We were symbolically giving them a tangible piece of our vows; of our relationship because, by getting married, we were including them on an intangible piece of our vows.
The reason pottery is broken at a te'naim is to symbolize the way the two families would be shattered — unable to be pieced back together in the same way — if the relationship between the couple were to change. And it's a reminder not to break the conditions; that trust can't be put back together easily if people don't uphold their end of the contract.
Marriages are obviously between two people, but we bring all sorts of people with us into our relationship. I mean, I married Josh, but I got his parents and siblings and aunts and uncles and cousins. I inherited his friends. And the same thing happened in the other direction: he got everyone that I brought with me. And then we started procreating so the kids were drawn into that circle, and we made more friends so all of those people have been sucked into the vortex of our relationship.
Does everyone else's sun rise and set due to our marriage? Of course not. But haven't you ever felt physically ill when a good friend tells you that their relationship is over? A friend once told me that he was divorcing, and I remember sitting down on the edge of my bed, feeling gutted. It wasn't my marriage, and yet I felt personally invested in their happiness. Part of my happiness was tied to their happiness.
Every time we interact with someone, grow close to them, it feels as if we hand them a piece of ourselves, just as I handed that shard of pottery to all of our family members. Which means that once we start interacting with people, giving our love to our family and later our friends, we can never be completely whole. Tiny pieces of us are scattered across the world, being figuratively carried by everyone who has come into our life.
Now add in social media.
Social media has done an amazing job making connections between two people who would never have met otherwise due to life circumstances. For instance, Lori. There was little chance that we would have met seeing that we live on two different sides of the country. But we became super close after we met due to our blogs. And now Lori owns a piece of my story, and I own a piece of hers.
And maybe you feel as if you own a piece of my story. I certainly feel as if I own a piece of yours. You're not a blog. You're a human being who happens to write a blog. I care about your story. I email with you. I joke around with you on Facebook. I've cried with you. Sometimes we step out from behind the computer and get together in the face-to-face world. I've given away tons of little shards of myself — more than I maybe know since I have no clue how many people I've affected in this world. And I've collected tons of little shards of other people — maybe more than they know since we don't always have a clue how we've affected another person.
So… when it comes to that right to be forgotten, we can obviously stop writing our blog and slip away. But what about all the people who read our story and interacted with us? All the people who hold a figurative shard of my life, that I made a social contract with by reaching out in the first place. Do they own our interaction or do I? Do they have the right to write about me or mention old blog posts? Or is it my right to pull away as much information as possible if I choose to be forgotten so I can shrivel away like the legs of the Witch of the East under Dorothy's house?
Who owns the collective memories of our shared interactions? I wrote the post, but you read the post: there are two sides to that experience. If both of us own our interactions, do we have the right to upload any picture or make any statement online about another person, since we are presenting them as a person in our life. In other words, we're still the subject, and everyone else is a player on our stage. How do you draw your social media lines when what we place online may be permanent in the case of certain sites and far-reaching?
Believe me, I've thought long and hard about this because what else am I doing with the Friday Blog Roundup beyond saying how something you wrote affected me? How I carry that figurative shard of you that I collected by reading your post. I make the choice — without asking you — to highlight your writing. And maybe I'm overstepping a huge line when I look at it from this angle even if the act of blogging comes with the tacit permission to link. You can remove your post, but now, by writing about it, it lives on the Internet unless I remove it too. And then, really, neither of us can truly get rid of it because the Wayback Machine has probably already archived it.
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- 1 Katherine A { 06.11.14 at 8:09 am }
Well, I think this blog post is a shard I'm going to be carrying with me. Thank you.
The idea that we each give away tiny pieces of ourselves and in turn accept tiny pieces of others…beautiful. The breaking and giving away of the pottery at your wedding is breathtaking, because it's true. I recently heard someone talk about a marriage break up and say, but I was at the wedding and witnessed those vows and it's sad that this is happening. Because…yeah. You've put your finger in this post on that feeling.
Thank you for writing these posts and giving away those shards of yourself to all of us. I know I am often touched by these posts. I love the idea of blogging as giving away those pieces, and it's an amazing idea that each of us has those pieces to give away.
- 2 a { 06.11.14 at 8:47 am }
Nobody "owns" the memories in the sense you're implying. Everyone owns their own memories, and they rarely match exactly. Nobody "owns" the right to the story either. The social contract says that we try to refrain from embarrassing or shaming others or exposing personal information that they might not want to reveal in order to maintain trusting relationships.
The phrase "it's not my story to tell" irks me a bit. I understand that the use is intended to indicate a respect for another person's privacy. But what it does for me is imply that a story exists and piques my interest, where I would otherwise pay no attention. So, rather than protecting privacy, it calls attention to the fact that THERE'S A STORY HERE —>! (I do enjoy unloading all my mental quirks in your comment box. 🙂 )
Anyway, yes, I would say that anyone who interacts with you has the right to write about you, publish pictures they have of you, etc. Because they were there too. But they do it at the risk of losing future interactions with you. Some people don't understand what the big deal is, because they're free and open with everything. Other people would never consider it (I'm at that place now, due to past interactions) because it's not worth the annoyance of someone complaining about it.
- 3 andy { 06.11.14 at 11:49 am }
I believe that I own my thoughts and feelings, but that those thoughts and feelings are made up of the pieces of other people. I must chose to treat those pieces with the respect that I would want my pieces treated by others.
- 4 kateluthner79 { 06.11.14 at 2:25 pm }
I've been writing a little blog (and FB) for a lot of years and while I write to record my story and share it with my far away friends and family it still is 'odd' when someone already knows something about me I didn't tell it to their actual physical self. For owning other peoples stories; I feel like the things I read on blogs are like reading a book or news story when I retell it. I do tend to retell interesting things or things I learned and I attribute to 'a friend' or 'a blog friend'. As for fading away, some of my favorite early blog friends stopped writing but the things that stick with me still stick. Just my view on a very interesting and deep topic.
- 5 Lori Lavender Luz { 06.11.14 at 3:24 pm }
Awww….what a lovely surprise, to be mentioned as an exchanger/sharere of our stories. <3
Friendship comes with responsibilities. Even thought I am a holder of memories we share, stories we created together or exchanged, I have a responsibility to you to not break our agreements, expressed or implied. For example, I would never put up a photo of you without getting permission first. So even thought I CAN, I WOULDN'T.
I think it would be a better world if people thought and spoke more of responsibilities than about rights.
That said, whenever I read comments of an old post of mine, I do mourn people whom I used to interact with on my blog and theirs, people who have slipped away.
- 6 torthuil { 06.11.14 at 4:01 pm }
This is such an interesting topic; I've really enjoyed reading the trio of posts.
I can't think of any definitive right or wrong here, except to quote Laurie's statement again: "… it would be a better world if people thought and spoke more of responsibilities than about rights."
As for how I guide my disclosures about others, I try to take the cue from how that person talks about it. If someone discusses information or tells a story publicly on a blog, for example, then I think it is OK for me to share that because they did make the choice to make that story or circumstance public. However, if the person only disclosed information to me, then I don't think it's appropriate, certainly not without their permission. And when in doubt at all I will air on the side of keeping the information private. The only time I might make an exception is if I see a situation where a third party might (hopefully unintentionally) say or do something hurtful to that individual because they are not aware of information that I happen to possess. Then I might (in as vague a manner as possible) try to communicate that "you probably shouldn't say/do X" because I know of a reason why X would be a hurtful thing to say.
I'm not sure what to say about the angle of who is a public or private figure and do one's rights change depending on that. I don't think they should, but it is true that we do make assumptions that we have a right to know things and see images of public figures. I want to say that the rules shouldn't be any different for public figures, but that's easy to say and harder to enforce.
- 7 Queenie { 06.11.14 at 10:29 pm }
I have nothing thought provoking to respond with, but great post. And yes, you've impacted loads of people, and made our lives better in more ways than you can imagine, not only from turning a light on in this little corner of the world many years ago and making us all feel less alone, but also now, with what you continue to put out into the universe. I can always count on you for interesting discourse. 🙂
- 8 Life Breath Present { 06.12.14 at 10:48 pm }
Yes, I believe that we each all "own" anothers' story, in that we have interacted and thereby affected one another – maybe a change in perspective, maybe new information, maybe added information, maybe something entirely different. Either way, as humans, we each belong to one another anyway (or so is the way I see it). In that sense, so long as we are responsible to one another in a respectful and loving way, then there is no harm in sharing those pieces of one another, thus ourselves and "our story" with still others.
I use discretion when speaking about others, unless there is a shared sense of confidence and no need for anonymity. At the same time, I find that I shy away from those that might overshare (or what to me is oversharing) and/or politely request a boundary be followed. For instance, I asked a family member to remove or change something they'd posted online. It was a positive post, but included a feature about a someone I did not want online. The family member asked why, and I politely and lovingly explained the purpose of my request. They removed what I'd asked. No other issues. They have since referred to this person, but without the one feature.
For me, the same goes for any online friends and relationships I have or develop. I do believe that, just as in talking, writing about how someone or someone's work has affected me is alright to do. Besides, I know that my story would be quite different if I "hid" others that were actually part of my story as well 🙂
- 9 Justine { 07.06.14 at 5:48 pm }
I remember that post that Esperanza, Bodega Bliss and Jjiraffe wrote about the failed sleepover. It was a good example of social media done right; people offering their perspective on a shared experience, contextualizing it as shared.
We can't extricate ourselves from the stories we create together. But in the same way we'd be respectful of a public figure, we owe it to our loved ones to tell stories in ways that allow them agency (even if that agency is silence). And we owe it to our readers to make sure they know this is our voice. This gestures at the problem or challenge of reading, too … as responsible readers, we need to know that we read a version of the story that doesn't necessarily belong to the subject. We hope that the author knows the subject well enough to know and respect those boundaries, but we can never be sure.
I don't often write about my husband on my blog, for example. That presents a challenge for me, because I'd love to unpack our relationship with some thoughtful readers. But he reads my blog, and even if he didn't … would it be fair to him to do that? Maybe it's the people we hold closest to us that we can't write about, the experiences that are most shared?
I don't know … it's food for thought. And I'm not done thinking. Thanks for hosting the multi-part series.


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- 1 tablespoon olive oil, plus extra for drizzling
- ½ yellow onion, finely diced
- 1 small clove of garlic, grated
- The leaves from 3 stems of thyme
- 2 tablespoons flat leaf parsley, finely chopped
- 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
- 2 tablespoons, plus ¼ cup, Sir Kensington's Classic Gourmet Scooping Ketchup
- ¼ cup organic vegetable broth
- 1 egg, beaten
- ⅓ cup whole wheat breadcrumbs
- 1 pound free-range ground dark turkey meat
- Kosher salt
- Freshly cracked black pepper
Preheat the oven to 325°F. Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a small sauté pan over medium-low heat. Add the onions, and sweat until soft, about 10 minutes. Add the garlic, thyme, and parsley, and stir for 30 seconds. Add the Worcestershire sauce, 2 tablespoons of Sir Kensington's classic ketchup, and the vegetable broth. Stir though and set aside to cool.
In a large bowl, stir together the cooled onion mixture, egg, and breadcrumbs. Add the turkey, and season with salt and pepper. Use your hands to gently and minimally toss everything together. Turn the meat out onto a parchment-lined rimmed baking sheet, and form into a loaf 4" by 7". Spread ¼ cup of Sir Kensington's classic ketchup all over the top, and drizzle lightly with olive oil. Bake in the oven for about an hour, or until the internal temperature of the meatloaf reaches 160°F. Then, leaving the meatloaf in the center of the oven, turn on the broiler, and broil the meatloaf for 10 minutes, until the top gets little brown bits around the corners. Let the meatloaf rest on the counter for 10 minutes, then slice as thick as you like! I like to go classic and serve this with lumpy mashed potatoes and steamed haricots verts, or just with a lightly tossed green salad.
*A tip for serving cold the next day: put cold meat loaf between two slices of ciabatta along with brie and arugula and press in the Panini press for an awesome sandwich.
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Wildebeest are an interesting species, although some guests on safari hardly give them a second look - and there are many clichéd descriptions of their being made up of a series of different animals' parts!
In areas like the Serengeti where the wildebeest migrate, and in the Liuwa Plains in Zambia where there is a large secondary migration, there is a general increase in their numbers. Wildebeest seem to thrive in large-scale ecosystems with seasonal movement. However, the more sedentary or confined this species is, the more likely it is found that the population size is in long-term decline.
This certainly seems to be the case in Hwange, where conversation with guides who have spent a long time in the Park suggest that numbers have dropped significantly. This is a pity as the sight of large numbers of wildebeest feeding peacefully on the plains and the accompanying sounds they make are a wonderful part of the African landscape.
Seasonally each year though, there is an area in southeast Hwange called the Ngamo Plains, a part of Wilderness Safaris' Linkwasha Concession, in which this sight can be seen and enjoyed. As the rain falls from November onwards, the Ngamo Plains become a wetland paradise and wildebeest move into the area in significant numbers to feed off the couch grass (Cynodon dactylon), which is abundant there.
Not only are the wildebeest there, but zebra, eland and impala are also present in abundance on the plains. Lion and cheetah are seen regularly, especially in the early mornings, and there is nothing better than parking in one place and taking in all the activity that surrounds one.
As things dry up around April, the wildebeest move off into other areas of the Park and by October there is literally not one to be seen on the dry landscape of the Ngamo Plains. This all changes again within a few days of the next rains starting to fall and the cycle repeats itself.
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A prominent newspaper columnist kills the man mostly likely to be the next Governor of Kentucky – and gets away with it. Ten years later, the death of his mentor brings him back to the scene of the crime.
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This riveting story takes the reader through San Francisco to the canyons of Manhattan to the mountains of southern Appalachia where snake-handling cults still thrive.
The action takes place mostly in Kentucky's fabled Bluegrass section and in Frankfort, the state's capitol city, which is in turmoil in the midst of policies put in place by the new governor that are crippling the city.
What happens when Theo comes home is not what anyone expects – most particularly Theo.
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Newly-published author, Scott Fields talks openly about his writing, how he does it and his newest book, Summer Heat.
When she was 17, there wasn't a man alive she would let get near her, and when she was 18, there wasn't a man she would keep away.
She stood five feet seven inches tall, weighed one hundred twenty pounds, her green eyes sparkled like brilliant cut emeralds, her inviting full lips always ruby red and moist.
Women universally hated her, men continued to hold doors for her long after she passed by – just to watch her walk away. To imply that Jessie exuded sex would be an understatement, akin to inferring that water was wet.
Ninety-nine point nine percent of the men in Steam Corners wanted her, but she only wanted one man, Spencer Deacon. He was everything that she was not, even-tempered, amicable, well respected and kind. The one thing that Spencer didn't want was Jessie, and his firm and undeniable rejections infuriated her.
What followed was a series of sordid events involving murder, deceit, betrayal and the conviction of an innocent man.
Publisher: I couldn't help but notice that your latest novel, Summer Heat, is quite diverse from some of your earlier novels which were small town, nostalgic works. Why is this book different?
S. Fields: All my life I've had this obsession with ideas for stories. I never know when one of these germs is going to somehow penetrate my head. I certainly have no control of it. It just happens. I've written 12 novels, 8 screenplays and 13 short stories, and each one of them was inspired by one of those germs that was implanted in my head. I'm always writing something, and all the while I have four or five story ideas buzzing in my head.
Publisher: Bestselling author James Patterson has the same problem. Maybe you could give us a little history of your writing career.
S Fields: All my life I've always wanted to write. I didn't really get started until I went to college. Believe it or not, I turned down a contract from the Detroit Tigers, so that I could go to college and learn to write, a decision I've questioned more than once. The sad part is that I learned that nobody can teach you to write. The only way to learn is by simply writing, and I mean writing everyday. To hone the craft to an art form, one must be dedicated to the point of obsession. After college, I continued writing short stories and was lucky enough to have four of them published. Later, I began to write novels and now my fifth one has been launched by Outer Banks Publishing.
Publisher: So you actually turned down a chance to be a professional baseball player. That must have been a difficult decision.
S Fields: You have no idea. I was drafted in 1966 after graduating from high school. There were over 700 young men in that draft, and I was the 34th pick. You better believe that was a tough decision.
Publisher: How long does it take you to write a novel?
S Fields: Up until a year ago, I was working a full time job, and most of my books would take about a year to write.
Publisher: Where did you get the idea for this one? Was it another one of those germs from out of nowhere?
S Fields: I was driving along the highway. My wife was asleep, and my mind was in neutral thinking about what I was going to do when I got home. The next thing I know I get this idea about a young, sleazy woman who loves to party married to an older, serious-minded farmer. Every man in town wants her, but she wants a young, Afro-American man. To her frustration, this young man wants nothing to do with her sexually.
Publisher: I'm a bit surprised that someone who writes warm and fuzzy stories could write such a book.
S Fields: Most authors have a certain genre that is their expertise. It is a genre in which they excel. Stephen King is famous for his books of horror, and Danielle Steele writes women's fiction. I write whatever excites me at the time. I have no niche or particular genre to call home. I even wrote a book about two men who went on a killing spree back in 1948. In a two week period, they murdered 6 people in Ohio. Even after all these years, it still remains the worst killing spree in Ohio's history. On the other end of the spectrum, I wrote a religious book called Just Believe. Actually, I hope I never settle for one particular genre. I think I would get bored.
Publisher: Where are all of these projects that you have written? You've only had four novels published.
S Fields: They are buried somewhere in my computer. Generally, when I finish a project, I'm aching to get started on a new one. Many of my projects were written years ago and have been forgotten.
Publisher: Have you ever dreamed of becoming a nationally-known author?
S Fields: I'm sure every writer has a one time or another dreamed of seeing his books in stores across the nation. I like to keep things in perspective. I consider writing as my hobby, then I'm never disappointed.
Publisher: Do you think Summer Heat will be successful?
S Fields: Not to appear immodest, but, yes, I do. Women's fiction in 2004 represented 55 per cent of all book sales. Today's trend is thrillers, but women's fiction is still right up there.
Publisher: Well, we believe Summer Heat is a hit.
S Fields: Thank you very much.
Photo of Scott during a recent book signing at the Mansfield/Richland County Public Library in his hometown of Mansfield, Ohio.
About Scott
In 1996 with a lifelong dream of being a writer, Scott Fields started writing short stories. Within the next two years, he had four stories published. Since then, his first novel, All Those Years Ago, was published, and in the fall of 2004, his second novel, A Summer Harvest, was released. His third novel, The Road Back Home, was published in the fall of 2007 by Charles River Press, and his fourth novel, Last Days of Summer, was released by Whiskey Creek Press.
He was born and raised in La Rue, Ohio, a small village nestled in the farmlands of mid-Ohio. It was there that he learned to appreciate small town life and country living, which he incorporates into his novels. He graduated from Ohio University in 1970 with a degree in English Literature.
Scott and his wife, Deb, now live in Mansfield, Ohio. Their children, Sara, Angela, Michael, and Matt live in the Detroit area.
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It may be Frankfort's oldest unsolved murder. Few remember it, but author Ron Rhody does.
Rhody, a Frankfort native and 1950 graduate of Frankfort High School, remembers it so vividly that he focuses his latest work of fiction on the story to be released at the Kentucky Book Fair, Saturday, Nov. 12.
Rhody's latest work is a prequel to "Theo's Story," a Frankfort-based novel of political intrigue and murder written in 2009.
"Theo and the Mouthful of Ashes" examines the protagonist's younger days as a reporter at The State Journal when it was on West Main Street.
The book sets it sights on a murder in Frankfort more than 60 years ago. A woman was discovered at the bottom of a flight of stairs, her head bashed in and her throat stuffed with ashes.
The impetus for the story comes from Rhody's recollection of Frankfort as a young man. Read the rest of the story here.>
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text: How I Made The lion Roar & Other Hunting Adventures by Paul Kruger Stephanus Johannes Paulus Kruger (10 October 1825 - 14 July 1904), better known as Paul Kruger and affectionately known as Uncle Paul (Afrikaans: "Oom Paul" ) was State President of the South African Republic (Transvaal). How the Ex-President made the Lion Roar IT is of course quite impossible that I should be able to tell to-day how many wild beasts I have killed. It is not to be expected—especially as I have not been present at a big hunt for nearly fifty years—that I should remember the exact number of lions, buffaloes, rhinoceroses, giraffes, and other big game. Nor can I recall to my mind all the details connected with those hunts. But I know that I must have shot at least thirty to forty elephants and five hippopotami. And I know that I have killed five lions myself. When I went hunting I always took a companion with me, as well as good horses ; and I made it a rule, whenever we went on a big hunting expedition, to allow two or three waggons of our poor people to accompany us, so that they might have the game. How Young Kruger made the Lion Roar I shot my first lion in the year 1839. I was then fourteen years of age. A lion had attacked our herds and robbed us of several head of cattle that were grazing by the banks of the Rhenoster River in what has since become the Orange Free State. Six of us started (I was the seventh, but did not count) to find that lion. We were all mounted and rode in parties of three, with a good distance between each two parties. The lion sighted us before wc were face to face with him, and came on with a wild rush. The three adults with whom I had come, my father, my uncle, and my brother, quickly tied the horses together, then turned them round with their heads in the opposite direction to that from which the lion was bearing down upon us. This is the regular procedure at a lion hunt; for if the horses catch sight of a lion, there is always a danger that they may get frightened and bolt. My relatives placed us. I was told to sit behind—or, from the lion's point of view, in front of—the horses, with my rifle covering him. His last bound brought him close to me ; then he crouched, with the intention, it seemed to me, to jump right over me -on to the horses. As he rose, I fired. * And so fortunate was my aim, that I killed him outright, and he nearly killed me in his turn, for he almost crushed me as he fell. My companions ran to my assistance ; but I needed no help, for the lion was dead. It was a fine beast. Hearing the shot, the other three hurried up, and then we all stood round the lion and talked the adventure over. A certain Hugo knelt down to measure the lion's teeth, which were extraordinarily big. Thinking no harm, I jumped on the lion's stomach. As I did so, the air shook with a tremendous roar, which so frightened Hugo that he forgot his teeth measurements and fell down flat upon his back. The others laughed loudly, for every hunter knows that if you tread upon a lion's body within a short time of his death, he will give a short last roar as though he were still alive. The breath still in him being forced from the stomach through the throat produces the roar. Hugo of course knew this, but he had forgotten it, and was greatly ashamed of his fright. In fact, he was so angry that he turned on me to give me a good hiding. But the others stepped good-naturedly between us and made him see that it was only my ignorance and not my bad intention which had given him so great a fright. I shot my second lion behind the Magaliesberg on the Hex River. My uncle Theunis Kruger and I were after a herd of antelopes when, my horse being done up, I was left behind, alone. Walking him, I came upon a herd of lions. Escape on a tired horse was out of the question. Suddenly one of the lions left the herd and made a dash for me. I allowed him to come within twenty paces and then shot him through the head. The bullet passed through the head into the body. The lion fell, his head turned from me; but rose almost immediately and returned to his companions, whilst I reloaded my rille. However, when he had reached the herd, he fell down dead. Encouraged by my success, I fired upon the others. But in vain. They escaped to the nearest mountain, and I was not able to follow them. A few years later I had another encounter with a herd of lions, which had killed several of our oxen on this very spot. These also escaped into the same mountain ; but I had the good luck to shoot two. My companions, who were not so swift of foot, lost their quarry. I shot my fifth lion in the Lydenburg District on a trek towards the Elephant River. We were pursuing one that had robbed us of several oxen. I at that time possessed a good and faithful dog, who was my constant companion, and very useful when we went hunting. When he had found a lion in the bushes, he wonld bark and bark till the lion roared angrily back at him. When the dog saw me coming, he stood aside a little. Now the lion got ready for me ; but at the moment of springing, the dog seized him from behind, and a bullet at close quarters despatched him quickly. This was the fifth lion which I have killed singlehanded, although in company with others I have of course shot a great many more. Elephant Hunting During a march against Moselikatze, who, a short time previously, had surprised and cut down our people, I was ordered to set out with a strong patrol from Womlerfontein, where we left our waggons, to reconnoitre the enemy's position. At Elephant's Pass, in the neighbourhood of Rustenburg, we came across a big herd of elephants. The pass owes its name to this encounter. My father hunted them, but Commandant Potgieter prevented him from shooting, as the enemy might be nearer than we knew. These were the first elephants I saw. A Race for Life or Death. I once nearly lost my life in a race with an elephant. One day, Adrison van Rensburg and I were in the veldt looking for elephants. Van Rensburg was behind me, when the first herd came in sight. I galloped on to get a good shot at them. I could not wait for van Rensburg, for the horse I was riding that day was a particularly spirited animal, and had the habit of running round me in a circle after I dismounted. This necessitated my quieting and holding him, and so some time was lost before I was ready to shoot. As I jumped down, one of the elephants caught sight of me, and came through the bushes as fast as it could go. At the moment of dismounting I knew nothing of my danger, and had not the least idea that an elephant was after me. Van Rensburg, however, saw everything, and called out as loudly as he could to warn me. I turned and saw that the elephant was flattening the bushes behind me with his heavy weight as he broke through the underwood. I tried to mount, but the elephant was already upon me, and the weight of the underwood, trodden down and held together by the bulk of the elephant, pinned me to the ground. I found it impossible to mount. I let go of my horse, freed myself with a tremendous effort, and sprang right before and past the elephant. He followed, trumpeting and screaming, hitting out at me fiercely with his trunk. Now came a race for life or death. However, I gradually increased the distance between us; but that was a race I am never likely to forget. The Kaffirs, who were with us, were at that time about a hundred yards away. When they saw what was happening, they too commenced running ; so there we were : the Kaffirs Hist, I after them, and after me the elephant in furious pursuit. Whilst running, the idea came to my mind that I would catch the Kaffir who proved the poorest runner, and as the elephant bore down on him, step suddenly aside and kill it at close quarters. I had kept hold of my rifle, a big four-pounder. But the elephant was so tired out by this" time, that he himself put a stop to the hunt by standing still. Just then van Rensburg came up, but his horse, putting a foot into a hole, grown over with grass, both rider and horse came down, for van Rensburg's foot had caught in the stirrup. Meanwhile the elephant had disappeared. After van Rensburg had found his legs again, I said to him— " Hunt in that direction," pointing to it with my finger, " and try to catch my horse ! " The elephant in making his escape had first turned towards the north, then towards the west, the direction in which the herd had moved on. I said to van Rensburg— " When you have found my horse, bring it after me. I will meantime follow the herd of elephants, and not lose sight of them till you join me." I soon came up with the female elephant that had pursued me. The calf ran a little way behind her. I A'o. 231. December, 1902. Passed it quickly to get near the mother; but it screamed when it saw me, and the mother, who turned round quickly at the cry, just caught sight of me as I jumped into the bushes. I ran as fast as I could through the underwood, and came suddenly upon van Rensburg, who had caught my horse. " Here are tsetse flies," he said ; " we must turn back." " Very well," I answered, " you go on, but I must get a shot first at these elephants, who have given me so much trouble." The mother and her calf had meanwhile disappeared, but before I made my way back I was so lucky as to shoot two of the herd. Unfortunately my horse, whose name was Tempus, had been stung by the poisonous flies, and shortly after our return, at the commencement of the rainy season, sickened and died. A Panther Hunt When quite a youth I encountered a panther. My uncle Theunis, his son, and I were hunting antelopes (elands), near Tiger Fontein Farm, in the neighbourhood of Ventersdorp, and we soon found an antelope in the cover. My cousin rode in front and my uncle followed him ; there was a distance of about forty yards between them. Suddenly a panther appeared and made for us at a furious rate, although we had given him no provocation whatever. He overtook my uncle, but a well-aimed shot from his rifle brought him to the ground at the very moment when he was leaping on to the horse which he was riding. The Dog and the Lion A big lion hunt, in which we all took part, gave me the opportunity of witnessing a remarkable instance of fidelity on the part of a dog. We had a whole pack of hounds with us. When they had found the herd of lions, they surrounded it, barking furiously. One of the hounds would go no further from us than about twenty paces. There he remained barking ; but nothing could induce him to join the hounds—he was too frightened to do that, and too faithful to leave us. One of the lions made for us, and then—the poor terrified hound was the only one who did not run away. He stuck to his post. He trembled and howled with fear—to say nothing of more visible signs of distress —and every second he looked round anxiously at his master to see if he were still there, hoping, I dare say, that he would fly, and that the dog might follow at his heels But the master stayed, and so the dog stayed. The lion was within ten paces of the dog when we shot him. And even now the timid dog was the only one of all the noisy pack who attacked him as he fell under our fire. He nearly died of fear, but remained at his post for love of his master. How Paul Kruger did not Drown the Buffalo I brought down my first buffalo very near the spot where I first met the elephants. A flying herd of buffaloes came up from the valley by the bank of the stream. We hunted them, and I led. A buffalo-cow left the herd and made a rush for me as I jumped from my horse in order to shoot. I was ready, however, and when she had come very near I shot her through the shoulder. The impetus of her onset knocked me down, and she rushed on over my body, fortunately without stepping on me. She took refuge on the opposite bank of the river, where we killed her. My next adventure with buffaloes took place near Bierkraalsspruit farm. The underwood was from four to five feet high, and contained a number of buffaloes. Six of us came to hunt them. I forced my way alone through the bushes to see if it was possible to get a shot there, and passed a herd of buffaloes without being aware of them ; but before long I came right upon a second herd of the beasts. A big buffalo at once turned his attention to me, but fortunately his horns were so wide apart that in butting, trees and bushes got mixed up between them, which not only broke the force of his attack, but hid me very effectually, if only for a few moments, from his sight. Trying to get out of the wood, I found myself suddenly amongst the herd which I had passed a little while ago, without noticing them at the time. Even now I only realised the position when I ran right up against a buffalo that was just getting up from the ground. Angered at being disturbed, the beast tore my clothes from my back. My comrades took the hoof of the buffalo for his horns, as they stood outside the wood, so high did he raise it in attacking me. . Fortunately I escaped with a fright. My brother-in-law, N. Theunissen, and I wr.-e hunting near Vleeschkraal in the Waterburg District, when I had a most unpleasant encounter with a buffalo. I had hit one, and he had escaped into the densely growing thorn-bushes. As it was impossible to follow on horseback, I gave my horse in charge of my brother Nicholas, and followed the buffalo on foot. The great thing was not to lose sight of him in the thick undergrowth. Believing myself to be the pursuer, I was unpleasantly startled to find him suddenlv facing and attacking me. I got ready to shoot, but my flintlock missed fire, so I had to run for it. The rains had been heavy, and just behind me was a big swamp into which I fell as I jumped out of the enraged beast's way. The buffalo fell in after me, and stood over me threateningly before I had time to rise. My rifle was in the water and useless ; but, fortunately for me, as the buffalo butted at me he rammed one of his horns fast into the ground of the swamp, where it stuck. I got hold of the other and tried with all my strength to get the animal's head under the water and so suffocate him. It was a difficult thing to do, for the horn was very slippery on account of the slimy water, and I needed both hands and every atom of strength had to keep his head under. When I felt it going I disengaged one of my hands to get at the hunting-knife, which I carried on my hip, in order to rid myself of my antagonist. But if I could not hold the brute with two hands, I certainly could not hold him with one, so he freed himself with a final effort. He was in a sad plight, however, nearly suffocated and his eyes so full of slime that he could not see. I jumped out of the swamp and hid behind the nearest bush, and the buffalo ran off in the opposite direction. My appearance was no less disreputable than that of the buffalo, for I was covered from head to foot with mud and slime. Theunissen, hearing the row we made, knew there was something amiss, but he could not come to my assistance. It was impossible to get through the undergrowth of thorns on horseback. When I had cleaned myself down a little, I got on the track of the rest of the herd, and was lucky enough to shoot two. Concerning Rhinos My first rhinoceros I encountered on a patrol-ride during our expedition against Moselikatze. As I was slightly in advance of the others, my uncle Theunis Kruger gave me permission to fire, and I was so fortunate as to bring him down with the first shot. I had an ugly experience the next time that we hunted rhinoceros. I must mention here, that we had made an agreement by which the one who behaved recklessly or allowed game which was merely wounded to escape through cowardice should receive a sound thrashing. There was something wrong with my rifle on the morning we started, and I was obliged to take an old two-barrelled gun, one barrel of which was injured, consequently its range was considerably lessened. I knew that a shot was thrown away on a rhinoceros unless you managed to send it through the thin part of its skin. We came across three of them, a bull and two cows. They were Withanwsters,* most dangerous brutes. I told Theunissen to follow the two cows and not to lose sight of them. It was my intention to kill the bull, and then join in pursuit 1 f the cows. My comrade fired from time to time to let me know where he was, for he was soon out of sight in the thick undergrowth of the wood. When I had passed the rhinoceros I jumped from my horse to shoot him. I placed myself so that he had to pass me within ten paces ; this would give me a good opportunity to hit him in a vulnerable place. One bullet killed him outright. I mounted and rode as fast as I could go in the direction whence I heard Theunissen's gun, loading my rifle as I galloped. He had just sent a second bullet into one of the cows as I came up. The brute stood quite still. I saw that the second animal was trying to get away through the underwood, which was less dense here than anywhere else, and I went after her. As I rode past my comrade he called out— " Don't dismount in front of the beast; she's awfully wild, and can run like anything." I did not pay much attention to the warning, knowing Theunissen to be over-cautious, but jumped off my horse and ran obliquely past the rhinoceros. She had scarcely caught sight of me before she was in hot pursuit. I allowed her to come within a distance of three or four yards. The percussion-cap missed fire, and there was no time for a second shot, since the animal was close upon me, and nothing to be done but to turn round and run for dear life. In attempting to do so, my foot struck against the thorn roots, and I came down flat on my face. The beast was upon me ; the dangerous horn just missed my back ; she pinned me to the ground with her nose, intending to trample me to death. But at that moment I turned under her and got the contents of the second barrel full under the shoulder-blade, right into her heart. I owed my life to not letting go my hold on the gun during this dangerous adventure. The rhinoceros sprang away from me, but fell dead within a few yards. ' Rhcnostcr is the Afrikander for rhinoceros. Withavnoskr is a white rhinoceros.—Transtator's Sotc. My brother-in-law hurried up as fast as he could, for he thought I had got mortally wounded by my own gun in this deadly combat. When he saw, however, that I was standing up safe and sound, he took his sjambok, and "according to agreement" commenced to belabour me soundly, because I had, according to him, acted recklessly in disregarding his warning. Good words and attempts to justify my conduct were thrown away on him ; I had to take my hiding. But it was the first and the last time that he had occasion to thrash me. How the Rhino, got away, but the Hunter lost his Thumb In the year 1845, my two brothers and I were making a halt near Sekukuni's " town," not far from the place where the Spekboom River joins the Steelport River, in the northern Transvaal. We outspanned, and I went in the course of the day on to the veldt to shoot some game. I was mounted, and carried my big four - pounder. After about an hour's ride I came across a rhinoceros and fired, but only succeeded in wounding the animal, which fled into the wood. I dismounted quickly, ready to shoot again, but moved only a few steps away from the horse, as in case the rhinoceros should turn, intending to attack me, it would be necessary to remount at once. I succeeded in getting a second shot, but at that very moment my rifle exploded just where I held it with my left hand. The lock and the ramrod lay before me on the ground and the barrel of the gun behind me. I had no time to think, for the furious animal was almost upon me ; so I jumped on my horse and galloped away as fast as I could, the rhinoceros in fierce pursuit, until we came to the ford of a small brook, when my pursuer came to the ground and so allowed me to ride quietly in the direction of our waggons. During the next day our people, guided by the traces of my horse, went to the spot, and there thev found the rhinoceros still alive, and, following the trail of blood, discovered the remains of the rifle and my thumb. My hand was in a horrible state. The great veins were torn asunder and the muscles lay exposed. The flesh was hanging in strips. I bled like a slaughtered calf. I had succeeded in tying a big pocket-handkerchief round the wound whilst riding, to save the horse from being splashed with blood. When I got to the waggons my wife and my sister-in-law were sitting by the fire, and I went up to them laughing to prevent their being frightened. My sisterin-law pointed to my hand, which looked like a big piece of raw meat, the handkerchief being saturated with blood. " Look what fat game brother Paul has been shooting ! " she said. I called out to my wife to go to the waggon and fetch some turpentine, as I had hurt my hand. Then I asked my sister-in-law to take off my pouch-belt, and she saw that my hand was torn and noticed how white I was, for I had hardly any blood left in my body. I kept on renewing the turpentine bandages, for the turpentine contracts tlrveins and so stops the bleeding. I sent my youngest brother—he was still really young at the time—to borrow as much turpentine as he could get from the nearest farm. They were about half an hour's distance from us. Herman Potgieter, who was afterwards so cruelly murdered by the Kaffirs, came over to us with his brother. The former got into the waggon, and when he saw the wound he cried out— " That hand will never heal; it is an awful wound !" He had to get down again as quickly as possible, (or he was nigh fainting. But his brother said, possibly to comfort me— " Nonsense, I have seen worse wounds than that ; get plenty of turpentine." We inspanned and got to the farm, and every one there advised me to have the hand amputated ; but I would not let myself be mutilated of my own free will. The two joints of what was once my thumb had gone, but it turned out that it would be necessary to remove a piece of bone. I took my knife, intending to perform the operation, but they took it away from me. I got hold of another a little later and cut across the ball of the departed thumb and removed as much as was necessary. The worst bleeding was over, but the operation was a very painful one. I had no means to deaden the pain by narcotics, so I tried to persuade myself that the hand on which I was performing this surgical operation belonged to somebody else. The wound healed very slowly. The women sprinkled finely-sifted sugar on it, and from time to time I had to remove the dead flesh with my pocketknife, but after all mortification set in. Every means we employed seemed useless, for the black marks had got up as far as the shoulder. Then they killed a goat, took out the stomach and cut it open. I put my hand into it whilst it was still warm. This Boer remedy succeeded, for when it came to the turn of the second goat, my hand was already easier and the danger much less. The wound was hardly healed in six months' time, and before it was quite healed I was out hunting. 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At 245 pesos for 3 hours, I don't know if this Hotel still counts as a hotel in the "Philippine society hospitality classification list" anymore. As many would notice, most hotels that start to offer short time service sacrifice their "status" as hotels to be known as motels. Regardless of how they name their establishment, as a hotel or as an inn, it doesn't matter anymore.
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Moonlight motel is a relatively new motel, and is located in Mandaue near Mo2, and at the back of Parkmall. Its beside a Container yard as well. The road going to that area is kind of rough, and
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February 16, 2006
Washington gov. to sign Columbia River bond bill
SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - Washington Gov. Christine
Gregoire will sign a bill approved by lawmakers that clears the
way for the state to issue $200 million in general obligation
bonds for water projects, a spokeswoman said on Thursday.
Gregoire could sign the so-called Columbia River Plan bill
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farmers, fishing industry, power generators and local
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Olympics: Nigeria's Blessing Okagbare qualifies for women's 100m finals; wins her semi finals heat
Nigeria's Blessing Okagbare has once again qualified for the next round of the women's 100m race. She won her semi finals heat in 10.92 seconds to qualify for the women's 100m finals. Only yesterday, we shared news of her having qualified for the semi finals by setting a personal best of 10.93 seconds. She has clearly taken her win from yesterday to score another victory today.
In a recent Super Sport feature on Okagbare titled London Conversations, she is reported to have said:
''I am here for the title…I want to be as comfortable as I can. I know it's going to be tough but I am well prepared for it. I just have to fight to get to the finals and from there anything can happen. I am ready, both mentally and physically."
Blessing is bravely flying the Nigerian flag all the way to the Olympics finals. We wish her all the best in the finals.


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Irish Anti-War Movement: US presence in Iraq 'exacerbating' tensions
11/08/2014 - 07:22:55Back to Ireland Home
The Irish Anti-War Movement is calling on the United States to withdraw from Iraq.
The group has condemned America's intervention following a series of airstrikes by US jets and unmanned drones targeting Islamist militants.
The IAWM claims the US presence in the region is "exacerbating" tensions and violence.
Jim Roche, PRO with the Irish Anti-War Movement, is seeking an increase in humanitarian efforts for threatened minority groups.


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NuStar keeps working to reopen N.J. terminal
Published 5:59 pm, Monday, November 5, 2012
San Antonio-based NuStar Energy LP said it was continuing to work around the clock to re-establish pipeline and barge deliveries at its marine and storage terminal in Linden, N.J. following Hurricane Sandy.
All eight truck bays at the terminal were back in operation, the company said. The facility had significant high-water damage from the storm.
NuStar shut down and secured several facilities in advance of the storm, and company's other East Coast facilities were back in operation. The pipeline, storage and refining company said none of its East Coast facilities experienced product releases or had environmental concerns.
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The BBC is reporting that several of its highest-paid male broadcasters have agreed to take a pay cut after revelations of a gender divide in salaries.
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Stop making excuses. Start making plans. That's the message behind the second annual National Plan for Vacation Day. It's an effort by the travel industry to persuade Americans to use Jan. 30 as a day to schedule their vacations.
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Bloomberg 50 Honors Gender/Wage Activist Natasha Lamb
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the growing number of unemployed graduates: 40 per cent of UK university graduates are still unable to find graduate-level jobs. In the US, 9.4 per cent of university graduates have no job at all.
A 21st Century Education
The current education system is hopelessly out of date and there needs to occur a paradigm shift in the way education is presented. As Mark Twain said, 'Never let schooling get in the way of a good education.'
A 21st Century education is one that is based on life pursuits and results. It is about mirroring and learning. In Australia we have The Fortune Institute and 21st Century Education pushing the education boundaries. In the UK the Global Enterprise Project was launched in 2011 by three partners:
This initiative includes some of Europe's biggest companies such as Shell, Phillips and Siemens, who voluntarily send over 2,000 of their employees into schools. Their aim is to improve entrepreneurial skills in young people and get other businesses to engage in partnership activity with schools.
The rise of institutions such as the ones mentioned above give credence to the fact that there is a need to lessen the burden on employers to train incoming employees and prepare graduates for real life work experiences. In essence, experience is gained through work and not theoretical practice.


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North Stars cap special season with exciting win in third place match
By Darryl Mellema
As they walked together from the center of the field one last time, St. Charles North's girls soccer team was distinctive from most teams in a few ways.
First, the North Stars had a trophy to carry, with those duties capably carried out by Alyssa Peterson and Leah DeMoss, two of the team's captains and among the many reasons the team was carrying a third-place trophy from the field at North Central College.
The North Stars also lingered with each other for a long time, first at the edge of the field as they heard from head coach Ruth Vostal one final time this season and then outside Benedetti-Wehrli Stadium, where they talked with friends and family before finally parting.
High schools are made of many small communities of students, and athletic teams like the girls soccer North Stars are one of those 'schools within the school.'
And the thing about the girls soccer team was that it allowed the Class of 2010 to remain in high school a week longer than their classmates.
Graduation was a week ago so Saturday's 3-2 penalty kick victory over Glenbrook South at the end of 80 scoreless minutes of play finally ended the high school experience for 11 players and their manager, injured star Maggie Hamilton.
"We extended it as long as we could," senior Maryl Behm said. "We could play all year round, we want to play year-round with this team. But it's high school and we can't.
"But I will always, always remember my teammates. I'm going to go and play college soccer, but I will never have the bonds I have with these teammates. We played as many games together as we could, so I'm proud of what we did."
St. Charles North traditionally begins its season later than most schools and this year, the team's first match was played on April 3. On that same date, Glenbrook South (24-6-4) was playing its fifth match of the campaign.
But the time prior to the start of game play is spent not only in training but in team bonding, and those bonds showed their strength on Saturday.
"It's not really about where you start or where you end up ranking-wise," senior goalkeeper Kristen Manski said. "It's all about the journey and the ups and the downs. That's something no one can take away from us.
"All the experiences we've had, good and bad, most of them good or the best friends that I've made or being able to play with my little sister (sophomore defender Lisa Manski). That's all so awesome and it all means so much to me."
The season ended on a high note and the shootout win gave the North Stars a 23-2-1 record with the win total marking the most in school history. The third-place trophy was the team's second in 10 years of play. The 2004 squad finished second to New Trier.
"The coaches have definitely said this is the most talented number of players we've had on this team," senior midfielder Alyssa Peterson said.
"Just to be part of the St. Charles North legacy of being one of the two teams to get here to state means something. We're getting e-mails from people all over the town of St. Charles, saying they are proud of us."
Along the way, the North Stars transcended an existence as just a collection of players performing as a team for their school.
"We became a family," senior defender Kara Miller said. "We know each other's strengths and weaknesses and we pick up for each other. We are 22 people deep. For some of us, it's last game ever.
"For us seniors, it's the last time we will ever play for this team. It's just an awesome thing to feel, that we are part of this great team that's become a family."
A day after losing 4-2 to Sandburg and allowing twice the largest number of goals they had let up in any match, St. Charles North's defense was back to its stingy best.
While it is true that Glenbrook South wasn't the same without 43-goal scorer Jannelle Flaws, who injured her knee in the Titans' semifinal loss to eventual state champion Waubonsie Valley, the North Stars still worked to keep the Titans from having many clear-cut chances.
Behm had to clear a shot off the line after 25 minutes and Manski had to keep alert in the North Stars goal. Overall, the defense did its job in limiting possession and opportunities.
"(Kaitlyn) Batka, Lisa (Manski) and (Behm) at stopper, I can always rely on them," defender Kara Miller said. "We worked well together. They were always supporting.
"If something gets by you, you know (Manski) will clean it up. And Batka goes into tackles hard every time. I'm proud of them. They're excellent and they do their job well."
It took the North Stars time to get into gear offensively. When a lightning delay extended halftime, the team had a chance to regroup some.
"I think people assumed there was going to be less pressure because since it wasn't for the championship," Peterson said. "But there was just as much pressure because there's only one team that's going to win.
"We kept looking to see where we could get that fire like we had in the second half of yesterday's game. I think we finally got it in the second half tonight."
Behm hit the crossbar five minutes into the match, the best clear-cut scoring chance of the game for St. Charles North. At the same time, the North Stars slowly began to take control of the match.
A goal line clearance by Behm marked the last time the defense had to scramble a ball to safety. And with the North Stars keeping possession throughout most of the second half, the team recorded its 15th shutout.
"They didn't score and that's all you can ask for," Miler said. "I'm proud of us. I'm proud of our defense – and I'm proud of our offense. We had our chances. We didn't score but we had chances."
With a lightning delay already having pushed back the end of the match by nearly an hour, the IHSA dispensed with its usual overtimes and moved the match straight to a shootout.
Here the star was Manski, who watched as two shooters missed, got her hands on a shot that still went into the net – and then made the key save on the fifth shot that earned her team the victory.
"For the past couple of months, we've been taking PK's in practice," Manski said. "My coaches taught me different ways to tell where they were going to shoot by the way they aligned their hips, the number of steps they take to the side or if they're a right-footed kicker – all of that."
Manski's save brought her own senior season to a close.
"It's not like I care about being the hero or having the attention of anything like that," Manski said. "I just want to do whatever I can to help my team to put us in the best place. I feel pretty satisfied that I fulfilled my role today."
With graduation over, the North Stars seniors have led a very soccer-oriented lifestyle.
"We've been focused," Miller said. "We had a curfew and we had our team pasta dinners and did everything we could to stay focused. We didn't let any distractions bother us and we kept going for our goal."
Not that the North Stars complained about that way of life as they defeated Barrington in the Barrington Super-Sectional and then played their matches in the state finals.
In Friday's semifinals, Sandburg's Carson Moesle scored three goals following corner kicks from Nakita Jhanji to help Sandburg jump out to a 3-0 lead at the break.
DeMoss and Sammy Gage scored late goals but it wasn't enough to help the North Stars advance to the state championship match, so they set their sights on the next-best prize.
"It's been eat-sleep-soccer," Manski said. "All of our friends are going out doing stuff. But we all said 'we have something bigger and better to focus on.'"
And as they posed for pictures with the third place trophy, it was clear that all that focus had been put to good use. And then they lingered before finally parting and bringing their very successful season to a close.


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Krewe of Mutts
Dogs, dogs, more dogs and Mardi Gras
Many a dog lover will tell you that the yearly dog parade is the absolute best event for January. The Capital Area Animal Welfare Society puts on this great even where people bring out their dogs, get dressed up and celebrate. It's an absolute blast and it raises money for the CAAWS.
Sunday January 29, 2012 from 10am - 4pm the Krewe of Mutts Mardi Gras parade will howl down North Blvd.
Contact and/or Location Info:
6357 Quinn Drive
Baton Rouge, LA 70817
(225) 752-5801
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Half New Zealand European, Half Samoan!! 12 Siblings, Im the oldest girl, 15 nieces and nephews..
Music, Spirituality, Boxing, Bush walking.
Fale'asiu Samoa, My Grandma's house, Auckland New Zealand.
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A smog-like haze that hung over part of Alaska's Kodiak Island this week was courtesy of a volcanic eruption—100 years ago.
The National Weather Service says strong winds and a lack of snow Tuesday helped stir up ash from the 1912 eruption of Novarupta, the largest volcanic blast of the 20th century.
This week, ash from the volcano drifted to about 4,000 feet (1,219 meters) and across Kodiak Island, prompting an aviation alert. The news was first reported by KMXT radio.
Weather service meteorologist Brian Hagenbuch said the event isn't unheard of, but isn't very common, either.
When Novarupta erupted in June 1912, it spit ash as high as 100,000 feet (30,480 meters) above the sparsely populated Katmai region, covering the remote valley to depths up to 700 feet (213 meters).
The volcanic cloud spread across the U.S. and traveled as far as Algeria in northern Africa in what was one of the five largest volcanic eruptions in recorded history.
Dave Schneider, a geophysicist with the Alaska Volcano Observatory, said it's no surprise a lot of ash remains at Novarupta. He said it will be that way for "many, many more years."
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Seven years ago, with all my earthly belongings bundled into two 50 pound suitcases, I flagged my last taxi to the airport. I dozed on the 13 hour flight arcing over the North Pole to return back to the U.S. after living in China for five years. I was returning home.
If you are preparing to leave or floundering to find your footing back home, then this letter is for you.
To the One Returning Home,
Like a transplanted lilac bush, you are being uprooted. Roots severed, your heart, mind and body are undergoing the silent trauma of displacement. You feel lost, alone and out of sorts. You are a misfit in a place where you should belong. Home is now a wild and unfamiliar landscape.
Like a woman's body after giving birth, you are forever altered. Even when back to your original weight, your body mass has shifted with the weight of new life, your skin stretched to capacity and back. And yet perhaps only you will notice the difference. Some will never know the life you birthed abroad and how it transformed you. People will want you to wear the same clothes, but they no longer fit.
You carry hidden scars and surprising superpowers. You suffered in large and small ways. But you also celebrated. The first time you were able to tell the shopkeeper exactly what color fabric you wanted to buy, the first time you went across town in a taxi alone or the time you finally detected a spark of something you doubted would ever happen cross-culturally—true friendship. You developed competency in a foreign culture. By the end of year three, you dared say it. You were thriving.
But now your gifts are useless. You no longer need to barter for every item you buy. You don't need to know where to get your umbrella spokes repaired, your socks darned or how to cook without cheese or butter. Your language skills and cultural expertise are wasted. You cry the first time someone asks you, "So are you using the language you learned?" Because you fear you never will again.
You feel guilty. You believed living abroad was the pinnacle of faith for a person completely "sold out and radical" for Jesus. Even on the hard days, knowing your sacrifice brought a smile to God's face spurred you on. But now you can't wave The High Calling Banner everywhere you go. You are just ordinary you.
And you have unspoken questions. Will God love you as much? Will the people who know you admire you? Will you keep loving yourself when you are "just" a teacher, mother, accountant, engineer or computer programmer?
Will your faith survive being transplanted from foreign soil to familiar land?
Garden experts advise you not to prune a lilac bush that is being transplanted. But a person going through re-entry experiences the pain of simultaneously being pruned and replanted. You will survive, but your growth may be stunted for a time. In fact, the garden manuals warn it may take up to five years for a lilac bush to bloom again. This rate of new growth will frustrate you.
But you need to grieve. You may cry every day at first. This is normal. You have mourning to do. You've left behind stand-in mothers, fathers, grannies, grandpas, aunties, uncles, sisters and brothers. They adopted you and were the fulfillment of God's promise to you to "put the lonely in families."
Perhaps you are leaving spiritual children behind. You bumbled and fumbled with language, but trusted God would speak. And He did. You saw lives transformed by God working in spite of you. A transplanted lilac bush inevitably leaves some roots behind. You will need to mourn the parts of you that will stay in your foreign country. Not every piece of you will return …


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About a block away, Hugo Carrazco's pickup pointed west on the frontage road. He saw something flapping beneath a school bus headed toward him.
At first glance, he thought it might be a plastic trash bag caught in the rear wheels. Then he saw a boy running alongside, waving, trying to get the driver's attention.
That's when he realized why the boy was so frantic: Someone was being dragged along the pavement, wedged against rear tires that had ripped off clothing that now windmilled with every rotation.
Carrazco saw the bus stop. Then he watched the driver get out, check on the kid lying in the street, get back in and back up a few feet. By this time, Carrazco was running toward the bus. He took off his sweater and folded it beneath the boy's head. He asked him if he knew his parents' phone number.
Diego told him his father's cell number. Carrazco made the call.
"Does it look bad?" Diego wanted to know.
"I don't know. I cannot see your legs."
"Am I going to die?"
The words broke Carrazco's heart. He told Diego he'd be OK, to stay strong, help was on the way.
"I remember he was very polite to me," Carrazco recalls. "When I told him everything's going to be fine, he said, 'Yes, yes, thank you, sir.' "
Afterward, when Carrazco phoned his wife to relate what he had just seen, "a couple of tears came out of me."
Tammy Petersen, who had given Diego the sugar just a short while earlier, heard a scream and also sprinted to the accident scene.
Her 17-year-old daughter, Tiffany Thomas, escorted a frantic Julian to their townhome, where he called his mother. For a while, he wouldn't go back outside because, he said, he didn't want to see his brother dead.
Kenny Lemos sped to the intersection and saw what seemed like the whole neighborhood gathered by the service road and South Depew.
"What does it look like, Daddy?" Diego asked when he saw his father. "Am I going to be OK?"
"Yes," Kenny replied.
But as the severity of what happened began to sink in, Kenny started to cry. A firefighter pulled him aside.
"Don't lose it," he said. "He needs you to be calm."
After Tina got the phone call from Julian, her horrified expression prompted a co-worker to come to her aid and drive her to the accident scene. The 10-minute ride seemed like forever. Tina cried so hard, her whole body shook. Her co-worker tried to reassure her, reminding Tina that if Diego saw her freaked out, he might freak out too.
When she arrived, a police officer repeated that advice. Then she saw Kenny.
"Tina, it's not good," he said.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
She could see Diego gazing in her direction, seemingly calm. She already was thanking God that nothing serious appeared to be wrong with him.
Emergency workers allowed her to approach Diego.
"Is it bad, Mom?" he asked her.
"No, 'jito," she said, using an affectionate Spanish word for son. "You're going to be fine."
"Am I going to die?"
"You're going to be fine. Just do everything that they tell you to do, OK?"
By now, Diego's injured body had been covered by a blanket. Tina couldn't see the worst of it.
She accompanied Diego on the ambulance ride and listened as he chatted with the paramedic "like nothing was wrong, like he wasn't in pain or crying, just answering questions.
"They were talking about football."
Kenny Lemos played football at Denver West High School, where a late growth spurt helped him develop a solid physique that he used to anchor the offensive and defensive lines. And though he would eventually gravitate to boxing, he continued to love the game with a passion that transferred to his older son.
He was 20 when a relationship with a high school girlfriend led to Diego's birth in 1998. Kenny and the mother never married, and after a bitter legal dispute, he gained custody of Diego when the boy was 3.
From the beginning, Kenny sought to instill a mental toughness in his son. He understood little about being a father — he never knew his own dad — and approached Diego's upbringing more like a big brother.
"My whole thing was, 'You better be tough,' " Kenny says. "This was my way of not having to worry when I wasn't around him."
Ever since he could walk, Diego loved nothing so much as watching the Denver Broncos play — unless he was playing himself. He started organized football at age 7 in the Police Athletic League.
Kenny remembers that the first year Diego played tackle football, the coach asked how he had taught his son to be so aggressive. The other kids gave him a nickname: "Nightmare Lemos."
"There'd be times he'd hit people on the field, then get up and scream," Kenny says. "I asked him why, and he said, 'I don't scream, Daddy.' He didn't even realize; he just turns into a different person. But off the field, he's the kindest kid."
Tina Montoya also attended West, but she and Kenny weren't friends until after high school, when relatives hooked them up. It took Kenny a few months to call Tina.
When she called him back, he was getting ready for an amateur fight at the Stockyards Arena — literally wrapping his hands for the heavyweight bout when his phone rang.
He knocked out his opponent in the first round. A little more than a year later, in August 2002, he and Tina got married.
Tina was pregnant with JuJu, as the family calls Julian, when Kenny got custody of Diego. They all bonded while she took maternity leave, and it was only a matter of months before Diego began referring to Tina as "Mom." Together with Makayla Montoya, Tina's now-14-year-old daughter from a previous relationship, they blended into a family.
Prior to the accident, though, the marriage had hit a rough patch. Kenny moved to a nearby apartment while the couple sorts things out.
"We are a happy family," Kenny says, "but we're not together."


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Parking in Seattle is pretty tough … especially in certain neighborhoods (you know who you are!), and now we have some evidence to show just how bad.
The consumer advocacy website NerdWallet has crunched some numbers around parking rates and car thefts to come up with their top 10 worst and best cities in the U.S. for parking. Here's how they did it:
These cities are ranked as the worst because of their high parking costs and high vehicle theft rates. … Our analysis examines the following variables:
1. Price of parking: We included the price of parking for daily parking as well as monthly parking lot costs. Parking costs can eat up huge chunks of your budget. They also offer insight into how difficult it is to find parking in a city.
2. Motor vehicle theft: You shouldn't have to worry about your car after you've parked it. We factored in the likelihood your car would be stolen. It also acts as a proxy for safety after you've parked your car.
The site also has helpful links and tips for getting around sans an auto or, if you're driving, finding parking.
Now for the best parking cities … not a lot of surprises here.
Since we're on the subject of parking … here's our list for the worst places to park in Seattle, followed by some great passive-aggressive parking notes and famous "parking fails" below:
With Seattle's reputation for passive-aggressiveness, these parking "love notes" would fit right in:
Here's a final gallery of famous "parking fails" from around the world:
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