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What is neoclassicism? | Art
Neoclassicism is an artistic movement that is revealed to the classicism of the late Baroque period. Not again look to nature and what is national, as the classical if not directly directed to classical antiquity. In the literature, where the movement began, they take the poetry as something immutable and rigid rules of Aristotle and Horacio. In architecture and other arts classical proportions in the construction were the norm, then we find buildings with Greek-style columns and keeping the proportions of the rectangle of gold (where the division between the greater and the lesser side gives the number aureo that roughly equal to 1,6180339887... because it is an irrational number).
It is common to find buildings such as theatres with niches, alluding to the muses of art together with great writers of the time like Cervantes and Petrarca. Boilau in France, Luzan in Spain and a little later Gravina and Muratori in Italy are responsible for doctrinal content to this antibarroco movement known as neo-classicism. The universality that sought to give to the culture feels like a return to the ideals of the Renaissance and with this Universalists was a curious kind of complement to the absolutist mentality of the moment, the King's word was law in the same way that the word of the old was classic.
Neoclassical artists were very despots with their creations and demonstrated a dicks as I say enough was complemented with the monarchical absolutism. However there are differences own of movement in which rules to follow. In painting and sculpture become to represent scenes from mythology and the history of Greece and even in Rome with the faces of noble and modern characters, who often pose dressed in the clothes of the time.
The ideal of beauty also returns his eyes to Greek styles and we see women something weight passes but keeping proportions very nice, to use this example. Neoclassicism is revealed to the Baroque and especially to the rococo, but on his return to the Greek antique becomes as rigid as the same Baroque which if we are honest is a phenomenon that they experience all of these movements.


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The Advantages of Shareholder Return Consulting
Consulting involves the process of giving out professional expert advice on a particular topic, area or field by a third party at a fee. when people seek to have a third-party expert opinion on a particular subject matter and want to find the way forward they seek consulting. The process of shareholder return consulting therefore involves seeking out and giving professional advice on returns to shareholders and everything concerning it. various benefits arise from shareholder return consulting and discussed below in detail.
The first advantage of shareholder return consulting is that it offers you professional and expert advice and returns to shareholders and every other thing around it. On matters shareholder returns, the consultants are well informed and are aware of everything that happens around it and give the most informed advice on the same. You would also be guided on the way forward on how to handle a few things related to shareholder returns. Therefore, you would acquire the unique solutions that you need and you would not easily find anywhere could come up with on your own self.
When you seek shareholder return consulting services you would enjoy the high-speed of arriving at solutions and solving of problems. Faster problem-solving is achieved because the consultants have specialized on the subject matter and that's give it full attention required. Unlike managers, they are not distracted by other functions and duties that they ought to do and thus have a clear mind and focus on the particular subject matter. Because your case is handled by a team, it is therefore not dependent on the view of just one particular individual but rather it is a result of consultations and discussions by different minds.
The expertise with which your problem will be handled is another advantage of shareholder return consulting. These consultants are people who have dedicated themselves to training and study on how to handle shareholder return matters only. Because this is something they have done for a number of years they have acquired the expertise and skills required and the maneuvers involved in every matter is something they are aware of.
The other benefit of shareholder return consulting is that a lot of time that would have otherwise be used in the process of decision making is saved. Management delegates this function and therefore concentrate on other matters that need urgent attention. This puts the company way ahead of its competitors it is able to handle a number of matters at the same time.
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Finance is one of the most rapidly growing sectors with a strong need for high precision and extremely low tolerance for errors. This sector spurred the development of the first calculating machines in the 17th century and was never far away from technology. Today, financial technology, or Fintech, has transformed the way money is managed. It affects almost every financial activity, from banking to payments to wealth management. Every aspect of finance is turning presence-less, paperless, and cashless.
Technology advancements promise better convenience, higher speed, and smaller overhead costs – factors that no one, especially the financial sector can afford to miss. And these new trends are having a disrupting effect on this sector.
Technology is unavoidable for the BFSI sector. Ithas been the backbone for data maintenance, transaction enablement, customer profiling, security, and much more for decades now. However, the changing consumer behavior, spurred bythe proliferation of smartphones and the internet,is rewriting the role of technology in the BFSI sector.
Online marketplaces:Today, technology has gone beyond back-end support and has come to the forefront as an enabler for acquiring customers online. Online marketplaces are changing the way people consume personal finance. With the plethora of information available online and the ability to compare products based on every feature and price points at the swipe of a screen is making consumers look at purchasing personal finance products akin to shopping for any consumer durables.
Paperless authentication:Pen and paper application are passé; documentation and authentication is now virtual and remote. Technologies such as e-Sign and Digilocker allow access of authenticated digital version of documents from bank statements to PAN cards to educational certificates and more, sourced directly from the issuer. Authentication, too, is unique, digital, and simplified with Aadhaar-based e-KYC systems.
Virtual money:Money is no longer hard cash; it has gone from paper to plastic to virtual wallets. Financial companies would be able to transfer funds virtually through wallets and the Unified Payments Interface (UPI). Online and mobile-enabled transaction models, be they wallets or IMPS or UPI, engage with customers directly, reducing chances of fraud at both ends.
This wave of change in the BFSI space today, brought about by the e-commerce revolution and the adoption of mobiles as the primary device, brings never-before advantages to the sector:
- Today, service requests in the financial segment are moving online, if not directly to mobile. This is replacing the brick-and-mortar structures of yore, and breaking down the barriers of geography as well as associated costs of setting up and maintaining physical infrastructure.
- Paperless transactions and automated handling of service requests along with proper documentation and tracking facilities have brought down the overall turnaround time significantly.
- Online or mobile systems like wallets, IMPS, and UPI record more and more transactions, providing a more detailed financial history available for analysis and verification.
All these factors, when put together, make a compelling case for a single integrated solution that allows finance companies to reach to geographies and populations that were out of their reach until now securely and reliably.
This mobile- and internet-enabled disruption in the BFSI sector by Fintech is just the beginning. The future cutting-edge technology that is poised to disrupt the BFSI space is Artificial Intelligence. A sophisticated AI bot with complex algorithms to figure out your risk profile, filter the universe of financial products, curate the best and most suitable products for you, all through your smartphone, fits the bill. Data patterns will take the place of intuition when it comes to decision-making, and bots will enable the complete cycle from data to decisions. Another wild card that could change the BFSI space is blockchain, which stores and records Bitcoin transactions. This technology could disintermediate many financial processes and substantially lower operating costs.
The bottomline is that Fintech has arrived, and it is here to stay. This is a change that has garnered government and regulatory support, with regulations becoming more inclusive. The entire idea is to maintain a technology-enabled low-cost structure to provide a plethora of financial services to the excluded, thus democratizing finance.For the BFSI sector and the consumer, it heralds convenience and cost-savings – a win for both.
Authored by Murari Sridharan
Chief Technology officer, Bankbazaar.com


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Chapter 2
The last of the winter sunlight faded away, and Cody watched the clock on her tablet, counting the remaining seconds of her shift. At first, she didn't notice the armored truck approaching the parking lot, but the deep, throaty growl of its engines alerted her, and she looked up in time to see the matt black truck nosing forward, the automated barrier rising to allow it through. Must be a delivery or a pickup. Security trucks arrived every day, shifting valuable equipment or taking sensitive data to be destroyed, but when the truck swung smoothly across the parking lot, she narrowed her eyes. What the hell is that thing doing here?
This was no security truck, but a BEAR—a tactical support vehicle favored by SWAT teams and the military—and it was turning up on Cody's watch.
"We'll soon see what this is all about," Cody muttered. She pocketed her tablet and marched across the lot, on a path to intercept the vehicle. But the truck skirted the edge of the lot and ground to a halt directly outside the main entrance. Cody jogged to the truck. She hadn't seen anyone step down from the vehicle, so she had to assume the driver was still inside, but the truck's windows were heavily tinted and well above eye level, so it was impossible to see inside the cab. Cody looked along the vehicle, surprised to see no badge or identifying marks, then she took out her tablet and checked the delivery schedule. "That's weird," she murmured because there was nothing: no pickups or deliveries for the rest of the day.
She kept her eyes on the cab and walked around to the front of the truck, holding up her tablet and activating her scanner, but for some reason, the scan wouldn't run. Cody tried again, but when someone opened the truck's passenger door, she forgot about her tablet and stepped back, ready for anything.
The man clambering down from the cab wore a well-cut business suit over a dazzling white shirt, and he would've looked more at home in a Bentley rather than a BEAR, but even so, he had the relaxed poise of someone accustomed to being in charge. He buttoned his jacket as he strolled toward her, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and commanding: "There's no need to scan this vehicle. We're authorized to be here."
Cody hesitated. "I'm sorry, sir, but you can't leave your vehicle in this area—it's for emergency services only."
The man slid his hand inside his jacket, and when Cody tensed, her reaction seemed to amuse him. "Relax," he said. "I'm just getting my ID." He held out a card bearing the Vortax logo, and when Cody read the man's details, she stood to attention, her eyes fixed dead ahead.
"I'm sorry, Colonel Banks, sir," she said. "I wasn't expecting anyone from V Division."
The colonel pocketed his card and looked Cody up and down. "That's understood. You're doing your job, and we'd appreciate it if you'd let us do ours."
"Of course, sir." Cody's mind raced. This could be a great opportunity, a chance to make a good impression on someone from V Div. But you couldn't just soft-soap a colonel, could you? Cody cleared her throat. "If there's anything I can do to help, Colonel, please let me know. In the meantime, I was wondering if I might—"
Banks didn't give her the chance to finish. "Thank you, but it's best if you go about your business as usual. We'll be out of here as soon as we can, and that's all you're authorized to know."
"Yes. I understand. Sorry to have kept you, Colonel." Cody stood still, waiting to be dismissed, but the colonel was already walking away. He climbed back into the BEAR's cab and slammed the door without a backward glance.
I was just a glitch in his day, Cody thought. An irritating interruption to be dealt with. She took a breath and exhaled loudly, then she headed back across the parking lot. The day had gone just about as badly as it could, but at least it was almost the end of her shift.
She took out her tablet and checked the time, and that was when she saw the notification on the screen: a new message. Her mood brightened. Perhaps it was Joseph, getting in touch to apologize for earlier. But when she opened the message, her smile disappeared. It was from Chalmers. A few terse sentences:
Milbourne – it seems you sent a parking fine to an official visitor from the State Department. Come and see me in the morning. And the guy covering the next shift phoned in sick, so you'd better cover for him. Stay put until I can find someone to take over. And no more tickets unless you check with me first.
"No," Cody groaned. "This can't be happening." But the implication of Chalmers' message was clear. If she wanted to stand a chance of keeping her job, she had to do what she was told without complaint. She had no choice.
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Cody hugged herself to ward off the cold and jogged across the snow-speckled asphalt, making for the Vortax building. She'd been forced to wait three hours before her replacement finally came to take over, and it was now almost eight o'clock. The night sky was dark and clear though the stars were obscured by the glare from the powerful spotlights that cast their harsh rays across the building's glittering windows.
As Cody ran, her breath formed puffs of mist that curled up into the icy air until they were whipped away by the biting wind. But despite the cold, Cody smiled to herself. The working day was over at last, and she'd had plenty of time to figure out a plan for the evening.
She stopped outside the glass doors to scrape the worst of the snow from her boots, then she walked in and made her way across the lobby, her wet boots squeaking against the pristine marble floor. She took out her tablet, her fingers blurring across the screen as she placed a call, then she held it to her ear, waiting.
Her call rang a few times then went to voicemail: "Hello, this is Joseph Salter. Sorry, but I can't answer right now. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
Cody tutted. She knew Joseph hadn't left the building yet, and the man was practically attached to his phone—he never went anywhere without it—so why wasn't he picking up her call? She pushed her impatience aside. "Joseph, it's Cody. I'm heading over to Roberta's for a pizza. I was hoping you could join me, at least for a quick beer." She hesitated. The only time Joseph didn't answer his phone was when he was elbow-deep in an experiment, and if that was the case it would explain why he was at work so late. The guy was just too eager to please. Sometimes, he needed saving from himself. "I'm headed up to your lab right now, then we're going for pizza, and you're coming with me whether you like it or not."
She pressed the disconnect icon and frowned at the screen. If Joseph was working hard to meet a deadline, maybe she shouldn't interfere. But everybody needed a break occasionally, and Roberta's was only a ten-minute walk away. If Joseph really wanted to, he could always go back to work after he'd eaten. But she couldn't wait all day for him. She'd already called to make her reservation, and she could almost taste the spicy sausage and sweet red peppers, mingling with the molten mozzarella.
Cody licked her lips and hurried to the nearest elevator. The door slid open, and she stepped inside, hitting the button for level three. The journey took only seconds, so it wasn't worth trying to call Joseph again. Instead, she waited close to the elevator door and exited as soon as the doors opened. A list of names and room numbers adorned the wall opposite the elevator, but Cody scarcely glanced at it as she turned right and hurried along the corridor. She navigated through the maze-like level, turning the corners from memory until she came to a steel door labeled: Research Suite – Authorized Personnel Only. The research suite's mundane title gave no clue as to its real importance. Here, some of the world's finest minds worked together to create technologies that would one day change the lives of almost everyone on the planet. Cody understood little of what went on, but she picked up snippets, and there was such a positive atmosphere in the place: so much energy, so much drive. Anyone with half a brain could see these men and women were going places, and with the might of the Vortax Corporation behind them, nothing could stand in their way.
Very few people got to see beyond this door, but as a member of the personal security team, Cody had access. Most employees had to press their badges against the panel next to the door and then stand very still while a retinal scan completed. But not Cody. Some time ago, she'd helped Joseph out by volunteering herself as a test subject for a biochip system he'd been working on. A tiny device had been implanted under the skin on the back of her right hand, its chip loaded with a complete set of biometric data. She'd been a little worried about her privacy, but Joseph had reassured her, and she'd been happy to go along with it. The device had given her no problems whatsoever, and it granted her instant access to certain secure areas of the building, bypassing the tedious biometric scans.
She took hold of the door handle, and a faint metallic click let her know the lock had disengaged. Cody opened the door and went through into the long and brightly lit corridor beyond, then she hurried to a door half-way along on the right-hand side of the corridor: Joseph's lab. She hesitated, remembering the way Joseph had walked away from her earlier. But Joseph wasn't just a company asset to her, he was a friend. And Cody never turned her back on a friend.
She pushed the door and stepped inside. "Joseph?"
Tall racks of servers lined the walls of the large laboratory, and twelve laboratory benches ranged down the center of the room, all covered with the paraphernalia of Joseph's mysterious craft: twisted bundles of multi-colored ribbon cables, scattered circuit boards, and rows of black metal boxes, each boasting an impressive array of blinking LEDs.
Cody weaved between the benches, stepping carefully over the tangled mess of power cords trailing across the floor, and making sure she didn't touch anything. "Joseph?"
She frowned. Joseph was the most goal-oriented person she had ever met; when he was in the building, he was in his lab, hard at work. He had to be somewhere nearby. She ran through the possibilities in her mind. Perhaps there was a very simple explanation for Joseph's strange behavior. If there was a nasty flu bug going around, then maybe he'd just been feeling miserable, so perhaps he'd gone home sick and she hadn't seen him leave. That seemed a little unlikely since she'd been watching the exit all afternoon, but it wasn't impossible.
There was one easy way to find out. Cody pulled out her tablet and entered Joseph's number, then she put it to her ear.
A shrill ringtone shattered the silence in the lab.
Cody forced down the surge of anxiety stirring in her stomach, and at that moment the ringtone cut off as Joseph's voicemail took the call. She called again and followed the sound of the ringtone, but she had to call twice more before she tracked it down. The sound seemed to be coming from beneath a bench, but the phone was nowhere in sight, so she got down on her hands and knees and reached beneath the storage units. At first, she found nothing, but then her hand brushed against smooth plastic and she closed her fingers around the phone's familiar shape and slid it across the floor. The phone was definitely Joseph's; he'd kept the same old model for years and refused to upgrade, telling everyone who'd listen that it was the most reliable handset ever built. But this phone hadn't just been dropped on the floor. The case was badly cracked with one corner missing completely, and a long, jagged split ran the length of the screen. It looked as though someone had made a deliberate attempt to destroy it.
"What the hell?" Cody stood slowly and swiped the phone's screen. She wasn't expecting it to work properly after the beating it had taken, but the screen burst into life. Looks like he was right to trust this old thing after all. The phone wasn't locked, and when Cody checked the notifications, a list of missed calls flashed across the screen. There were several calls from her, but more worrying were the missed calls from Joseph's wife; there were five of them, and all made over the last few hours.
Cody looked up and turned in a slow circle, scanning the room. Joseph would never have damaged his own phone deliberately, and he certainly wouldn't ignore calls from his wife. What happened here? And where the hell is Joseph?
Her gaze fell on the door at the far end of the lab. When she'd been assigned to Joseph, she'd spent many hours in his lab, but she'd never been through that door; she'd never even seen it open. She'd asked Joseph about it once, but he'd told her it was just a server room. Perhaps Joseph was inside. Some of the server rooms had very noisy cooling systems, and that would explain why Joseph hadn't heard her, or his phone. Yes. That made perfect sense.
Cody strode across the lab to the door and took hold of the handle. It turned beneath her hand, but when she pushed on the door it remained firmly shut. Cody pressed her ear against the door's surface. There was the hum of cooling fans, but that wasn't all. A metallic tapping sound, faint but insistent, repeated over and over. She stood back, a chill prickling the back of her neck. Something wasn't right.
She raised her fist and hammered on the door. "Joseph! Are you all right?" No response. She hammered again, harder. "Joseph! Shout if you can hear me. Say something!"
Cody set her stance and slammed her shoulder against the door. A wave of white-hot pain shot through her arm but the door didn't budge. She bit her lip, thinking. Chalmers would have a passkey that could open the door, and she should probably call in and report that Joseph might be in trouble. But the image of Chalmers rushed to her mind: the flecks of spittle on his lips as he'd bawled at her, the smug superiority on his face as he'd exiled her to the parking lot to think about her attitude. She'd be damned before she'd make a fool of herself in front of that man again. And if it turned out that Joseph had just locked the server room door and pulled on a pair of ear defenders while he performed an experiment, Chalmers would make her suffer for wasting his time. No. She couldn't risk calling this in. Not yet. First, she'd get this door open and investigate, and then she'd make a decision.
The door was too strong to be kicked in, but she knew the type of lock, and she knew how to break it open. All she needed was the right gear.
Cody crossed the lab to the nearest bench and bent down to rifle through the cupboards beneath. It didn't take her long to find a rugged plastic toolbox, and she lugged it across to the door. Working quickly, she selected a large flat-blade screwdriver and pried off the lock's fascia exposing the cylinder. Cody swapped the screwdriver for a heavy-duty pair of pliers, then she clamped the pliers' jaws tight around the lock's cylinder and wrenched it sideways. The cylinder snapped with a satisfying crack, and Cody grabbed a small screwdriver and inserted the flat blade into the lock's mechanism. The damned thing wouldn't turn, and she cursed under her breath then tried again, taking it slowly and feeling for the moment when the blade engaged. There. She turned the screwdriver gently, and this time, the lock cooperated, disengaging with hardly a sound.
Cody pushed the door open, a rush of chilled air washing over her, and the whir of cooling fans filled the lab. Beyond the door, the room was almost dark, lit only by the dim glow of a row of blue and green LEDs. She could see no sign of life among the eerie shadows, but there was the tapping noise again: louder, more urgent.
"Joseph, are you in there?"
Cody stepped into the doorway, but she kept her hand on the door. "Joseph? It's me, Cody. Are you in here?"
There was no reply. She took a step into the room, and above her, the ceiling lights flared, flooding the small room with dazzling, white light. Cody flinched and raised her hand to shield her eyes. She staggered sideways and something snagged against her feet. She almost fell, but she threw her arm out and grabbed hold of the door frame to keep her balance. She looked down, kicking her feet free from the untidy tangle of wiring that had threatened to trip her, then she squinted against the glare to examine the room.
Coiled cables snaked across the floor, gathered together in thick bundles running the length of the room. And when Cody lifted her gaze to see where the cables led, she gasped.
A series of strange devices, like sleek black coffins with rounded corners, were arranged in two neat rows. Cody counted ten in total, and she stared in disbelief at the hundreds of wires and pipes that ran from the casket-like enclosures to the dark metal server cabinets behind them, where scores of tiny lights flickered and flashed. At the far end of the room, the entire wall was given over to a massive screen that streamed with numbers, charts, and codes that Cody had no hope of understanding.
She took a hesitant step forward, and when she ran her eyes along the forbidding rows of dark apparatus, a knot of pure fear pulled itself tight in the pit of her stomach.
The black caskets stood open, their glass lids propped upright. Except for one.
Cody stared at the sealed casket, and that was when she discovered the source of the tapping sound. On the floor beside the casket, something had fallen onto the metal grating of an air vent, and the powerful stream of chilled air blasting upward tossed the object from side to side, rattling it against the grating's metal bars, over and over again.
"A shoe," Cody whispered. "What the hell is that doing there?" But deep down, she knew without a doubt that the old-fashioned, brown brogue could belong to only one person.
Oh my God! Cody dashed to the closed casket, stumbling over the twisted cables as she ran. She laid her hands on the casket's lid and peered down through the frosted glass.
"No!" Cody yelled, and the blood turned to ice in her veins. "Joseph!"
Her friend lay inside the casket, unmoving. His eyes were open, staring into space, but he didn't respond when Cody called his name, and his fixed gaze didn't even flicker when Cody pressed her face to the glass.
She clawed at the lid, scrabbling with her fingernails for a grip on its smooth surface, but there was no exposed seam, nothing to hold on to. She pushed and pulled, but the lid didn't so much as move a thousandth of an inch. Cody slammed her closed fist down onto the glass, earning nothing except a jarring burst of agony that shot through her wrist and made her cry out in pain. She cradled her injured hand against her chest and glared at the casket. There had to be an explanation for all this.
Joseph must've been testing these devices, but something had gone badly wrong. He was obviously unconscious, but there had to be a way to get him free, some way of releasing the lid before it was too late.
Cody looked frantically along the side of the casket, searching for anything that could help get Joseph out. She ran her hands along the smooth black metal, and as if sensing her touch, a small panel lit up on the casket's side, a circular red icon glowing bright. She slammed her palm against the panel, and the casket emitted a raucous, two-toned siren. Cody flinched. What had she done? Had she made things worse?
But the siren cut off as abruptly as it had begun, and from somewhere within the casket came the dull drone of motors whirring into motion. With a muffled sigh, the glass lid lifted a fraction of an inch, and the casket hissed as a mist of icy vapor poured out through the narrow opening. The whir of motors grew louder, and the lid swung upward until it was fully upright.
"Joseph, it's all right. I'm here!" Cody leaned over the edge of the casket. But what she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
A streak of dried blood ran across Joseph's temple, the stain unnaturally vivid against his pale face. She reached out to touch his cheek but found no trace of warmth. Tiny crystals of ice clung to his hair, and even his eyelashes were rimed with frost.
"No," she whispered. "I'm not too late. I can't be." She pressed her fingers against his throat, searching for a pulse, but she felt nothing. "No."
She shook her head, unable to accept the truth. How could this have happened? What the hell was she going to do?
Her hand went to her radio. She had to call this in. She'd have to explain to Mr. Chalmers. And someone…someone would have to tell Sarah.
I should've helped him, she told herself. He was worried. I knew he was worried about something. But I didn't…I didn't do anything. I just stood there and let him go.
The weight of Joseph's death pressed down on her shoulders, and she let out a strained sob. She had to get away, to clear the sight of Joseph's frozen corpse from her mind. She stumbled back, dragging herself as far from the pod as she could within the close confines of the room. I've got to call Chalmers, she told herself, but every muscle in her body trembled, refusing to follow her instructions.
Something clattered in the lab beyond.
Cody's head flew up. "Hello? Somebody help! In here!"
A shout split the air. The rumble of boots reverberated across the lab, and two men burst in through the open door. They were clad in black body armor and helmets, their faces concealed beneath their dark goggles. Their assault rifles were held ready at their shoulders, the barrels pointing squarely at Cody's chest. More dark figures hustled in through the door, and everyone was shouting at once: barked commands and dire warnings.
"Do not move!"
"Stay exactly where you are! If you move, we will open fire!"
For a split second, Cody could only stare in horror, but then she saw the Vortax logo emblazoned on the men's body armor. V Division! She lifted her trembling hands. "Please help! Someone has hurt my friend. I think he—"
But the men didn't let her speak. Two of them lunged forward, snatching hold of her wrists and turning her around, yanking her arms up behind her back. She felt something cold and hard wrap around her wrists, then it tightened until it bit into her skin. The men turned her around again, but they kept their hands clamped on her upper arms, almost lifting her from the ground.
She opened her mouth to protest, but at that moment, the men in the doorway moved aside, and a familiar figure stepped into the room.
"Colonel Banks!" Cody called out. "Thank God! You can help. I work here. We met in the parking lot. Remember?"
The colonel had swapped his suit for black combat gear and body armor, but at least his face wasn't hidden behind a helmet. He looked her in the eye, but there was no spark of recognition, no trace of emotion. "Cody Milbourne, you are under arrest for the crime of—"
"What!" Cody yelled. "You don't understand. I only just came in. I couldn't find him in the lab, and then…" She glanced down at Joseph, and her voice trailed away. The sight of her friend sent a sharp pain to blossom in her chest, and it almost masked the agony in her arms, her shoulders. Almost, but not quite.
"What's going on here? Let me through!" There was a commotion at the door, and Chalmers bustled into the room with a police officer at his side.
The colonel turned and stepped forward to face Chalmers, barring his way. "You're not needed here. We have the situation under control."
Chalmers pulled himself up to his full height. "We had an intrusion alarm for this room, and protocol is to call the cops and follow up on it, so here we are."
The police officer forced his way around the colonel, and when he saw Cody and Joseph, his hand went to his side-arm. "What the hell is going on here?"
Colonel Banks bristled. "I said, you're not needed, and that's precisely what I meant." His voice was a low growl of restrained rage. "Now, I suggest you remove yourself from Vortax property before I'm forced to take this further."
The police officer looked Banks up and down. "I don't know who you are, buddy, but you're in a whole world of trouble, so stop talking and stay put. I'm going to need names and addresses for everybody, and I've got to get a team in here, right now."
The colonel looked down at the officer's name tag, and then he smiled. "Officer Pernell, I can see you're only trying to do your job, but perhaps I haven't made myself clear. This woman has damaged a valuable Vortax Corporation asset, and under our agreement with the federal authorities, we have a right to detain her pending a full and lawful internal investigation."
Officer Pernell shook his head. "Sir, whatever she's done, she has rights too. Seems like we might have a murder on our hands, so I need to take this suspect into custody and follow the procedure."
"No!" Cody yelled. "I didn't do it. Joseph was my friend. I found him like this."
"Save it for the jury," Pernell said. "But don't say another word until I've read you your rights."
"I've heard enough," Banks said. "This woman has no rights, not as far as you're concerned."
Pernell jutted his chin forward. "Excuse me? Are you trying to prevent me from making an arrest?"
Banks let out a weary sigh. "This woman has waived her rights. This is an internal matter, and we have a prior claim on this woman." He looked at Chalmers. "Tell him."
Mr. Chalmers looked uncomfortable. "Strictly speaking, he's right. We all sign a contract, and there are certain things, like damaging company assets, where we waive our rights and agree to cooperate with V Division."
Pernell tucked his thumbs into his belt. "Look, buddy, I know how Vortax run things as far as day-to-day security goes, but offenses like this always get handed to us. We have to carry out a proper investigation."
"And so you shall," Banks said. "We'll hand the suspect over when we've finished with her. But we have to clear her first. There are secrets in this room that affect national security, and we can't allow this woman to leave the building until she's been debriefed and processed by the Corporate Crimes Unit. After that, she's yours."
Pernell scowled, his cheeks tightening, but Banks held up his hand to stop him speaking.
"What precinct are you with, Pernell?" Banks took a phone from his pocket and tapped on its screen. "In fact, forget it. I'll talk with the Chief of Police. That should cover it." He held his phone to his ear and gave Pernell a wry smile. "Hello, Jeff. Yes. It's about that issue we discussed earlier. Yes." He paused, listening. "And you'll square it with the D.A. later? That's great. I'll just put Officer Pernell on the phone." He held the handset out and nodded to Pernell. "It's the Chief of Police—he'd like a word."
Pernell frowned in disbelief, but when he took the phone and listened, his face fell and his body stiffened. "Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you, sir." He looked down at the floor for a moment, then he passed the phone back to Banks without a word.
"Okay, Pernell, are we clear how things stand?" Banks asked.
Pernell hesitated, then he cast a glance around the V Division men, his eyes lingering on their assault rifles. "Well, I guess she isn't going anywhere. And so long as she gets handed over eventually…"
"Of course," Banks said. "The Corporate Crimes Unit will be in touch as soon as they've finished their…procedures."
"All right then," Pernell said. "I guess I'll leave you boys to it." And he turned to go.
"Wait! No!" Cody called out. She strained against the heavy hands holding her back. Banks' words had only just sunk in. The Corporate Crimes Unit weren't interested in justice; she'd heard far too many horror stories to believe that. At least with the police, she'd have the chance of a fair trial. "Officer, you've got to arrest me. Take me in. I'll cooperate. Anything you want."
Pernell glanced back at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, miss. This is out of my hands."
"But that can't be right," Cody insisted. "Joseph is dead. His killer is getting away."
But Pernell gave no sign he'd heard her. He lowered his head and hurried out the door, disappearing from sight.
"You brought this on yourself," Chalmers chipped in. "I knew you were trouble." He shook his head and walked out, his hands in his pockets.
"No!" Cody kicked and strained. She almost managed to pull her right arm free, but a solid blow landed in the middle of her lower back, knocking the wind from her lungs. She slumped forward, gasping for breath, her body only held upright by the men grasping her arms.
"Cody Milbourne, the charges are these," Banks began, then he looked down to read from his phone. "You entered a restricted zone when you had not been instructed to do so. The logs show you entering this area without completing the necessary retinal scan as laid down in company protocols."
Cody blinked up at Banks, struggling to focus through the waves of pain spreading from her spine.
"Witnessed!" barked one of the V Div men.
"Confirmed!" called another.
Banks nodded and resumed reading. "Further, you attempted to abduct a valuable asset of the Vortax Corporation, one Joseph Salter, in order to steal intellectual property belonging to said corporation, and I offer the following recording in evidence." He held up his phone and Cody's face fell when she heard her own voice:
"Joseph, it's Cody…you're coming with me whether you like it or not."
"During this abduction," Banks went on, "you caused the death of Joseph Salter which you tried to conceal, damaging company property in the process."
Banks paused and gave Cody a stony glare. "You are hereby charged with theft, criminal damage, abduction, and murder, all of which have caused serious damage to the company."
Cody drew a rasping breath. "No! You must know I didn't kill Joseph! You said it yourself—the logs will say when I arrived. And he must've been dead for hours. He's practically frozen!"
"We will now pass sentence," Banks intoned. "Do you have anything to say?"
"You can't do this. Whoever killed Joseph is still out there. I spoke to Joseph today, he was worried about something. He must've been in trouble. Please, there's something going on here, can't you see?"
"Under company law, the Corporate Crimes Unit is entitled to seek compensation for all losses, during which time the defendant will be assigned to a containment unit within the Fortress Program. For the crimes listed, the statutory period of confinement is up to forty years."
"Forty years? No!" Cody whipped her head from side to side, but all around her, the men stood perfectly still, their faces hidden beneath their anonymous goggles. It was as if she'd fallen through a hole in reality and landed in a sickening nightmare. She knew the stories about the Corporate Crimes Unit, but she'd always shrugged off the rumor that they used V Division to do their dirty work. She'd looked up to V Div. For crying out loud, she'd wanted to join them. But there was no escaping the truth. This was happening, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Banks pocketed his phone. "How does the court find the defendant?"
The chorused reply was immediate and unanimous: "Guilty!"
The floor shifted beneath Cody's feet. She moved her lips, but her mouth was too dry, her throat too tight.
"The court has found Cody Milbourne guilty," Banks said. "Sentence to be carried out immediately."
Cody swallowed hard and found her voice. "But, I didn't do it."
Banks nodded to the men at Cody's side. "Administer the sedative."
A sharp pain spiked the side of Cody's neck, dark clouds billowing across her vision as she fought to cling on to consciousness. She wondered how they'd tell Joseph's wife, Sarah. Would they say that Cody had murdered him? Would Sarah believe them and blame her? Would she curse Cody's name and feel utterly betrayed?
Cody's stomach clenched. This isn't right! I haven't done anything wrong. I just came to help, to make sure Joseph was okay.
She tried to stop her eyes from closing, but the sedative had her in its grip and she was powerless. Her head slumped onto her chest, and time slowed. Time. It had been less than half an hour since she'd tried to call Joseph from the lobby, and yet it felt like a lifetime. Perhaps it may as well have been. And as she slipped into dark oblivion, a single thought remained in her mind: No one was going to miss her. No one.
I hope you enjoyed that snippet.
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posted August 19, 2001 03:38 PM
New Oxford's Stevie Smith inherited the lead of the Pennzoil World of
Outlaws preliminary feature event at Grays Harbor Raceway Park in Elma, WA,
Friday night when a lapped car took out race leader Mark Kinser on the
eighth lap. Smith then held off Dale Blaney to win the 25 lap preliminary
fetaure for his second preliminary feature win of the season, and his sixth
overall in 2001.
"We almost didn't get this one," said a happy Smith from victory lane. "We
caught a break there in traffic, and a couple of fast cars had trouble in
front of us."
"We're just basically taking one race at a time. We got ourselves into a
pretty big hole at the beginning of the season, and it's going to take a lot
more nights like this to dig ourselves out. I just want to thank my crew for
all their hard work. We got Jamie Adrian, who used to work for Mark Kinser
working for us now and he's showing us all their secrets, but I think they
still have a few that we don't know."
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The Unicorns - Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
Almost as good as 'Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea'?
Nowhere near.
Still, a fun record.
But yeah... In The Aeroplane is the best album ever.
a hundred times yes
so much better
on virtually every level.
that doesn't mean IAAOTS is bad in the slightest. the unicorns just pwn.
but seriously
i understand how ITAOTS is viewed as fantastic. but i don't see quite why it is masturbated over so frantically.
because it's viewed as fantastic
by lots of people. And for the record i was quoting lyrics rather than ACTUALLY hating you.
ah FUCK SAKE!
i so should've picked up on that. i'm such a DICK!
is it too late to say
'i hate you too' ?
I love Unicorns
especially ones on an Island(s)! That have returned to the sea because they need a hair cut.
But really, really good nonetheless. What an odd thread.
No problem
Are you just treating Aeroplane as DiS's generally recognised indie benchmark? Because beyond that, I don't see much room for comparison.
yeah i was
and also my personal opinion. They're my two favourite records. Possibly, this will probably change.
NMH are overrated
But I like The Unicorns.
you can download
lots and lots of bootlegs and stuff here:
i already have
it's a great site
you're welcome
(its my site) ;)
The unicorns= great indie band, but dont deserve this kind of hype hype, unlike NMH, who far too often get 'dissenters' saying they dont like it for fear of a record being so amazing that it is both good and widely-loved. See also: 4/6 radiohead albums.
It's just as good!
It doesn't have the scope of ITAOTS, perhaps, but it has way more moments that put a shit-eating grin on my face.
Death buckle up boys, we're going for a little ride.
if someone made me choose between these albums
in some kind of unlikely life or death scenario, I think my head would explode. I *know* in the aeroplane... is the better album (and the title track is possibly the greatest song ever written) but I think I enjoy the unicorns more. I pray I never have to choose.
I prefer the NMH album
I love comparison threads. For no real reason. I just do.
The Unicorns album is good...but at times I find myself not really being bothered by what I'm listening to. Or almost, at times, getting bored by it.
i don't really understand that
it's like they have ADHD.
ITAOS is obviously the better album,
but the Unicorns makes me giggle as well as dance. HARD!
it is ace
unicorns are people too is better mind.
i know you meant that. i was just saying that the other unicorns album is better.
yes, it's still pretty
thats my fave album probably ever. ok, maybe thats hyperbole. but i heart it more than i heart most things/people.
You can't compare the 2 albums
They are massively different. Although I love both. Horses (Unicorns) for courses, yes?
Why are you comparing the two?
I loved both these records to bits a few years ago, but can't listen to them anymore without vomitting.
maybe some other people
have opinions on this?
i haven't heard either of them
-1000000 indie points (or +1000000 indie points, depending on your perspective)
Not even close
The Unicorns make good, inoffensive, skew-whiff pop music and WWCOHWWG is a good record.
things don't have to be the same
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I am so lucky to have you Tori, every day I wake up and I just think to myself... "How?" Like, how did I get this beautiful, fun, smart, sweet young woman to fall in love with me? I don't deserve her, why does she love me? She deserves much better than me... If I were to lose you I would fall apart and have nothing left, you have become the most important and cherished thing in my life and I put you first and foremost before everything and anything.
No star or technological item (fighter jet ) in the universe would ever brush even close to the meaning you have to me and the love I feel for you.
To put it metaphorically, you are my entire world and I can't wait to grow old and have a family with you. I want to make you the happiest person alive, and show you that I love you with all of my heart, body and soul and nothing less. You mean everything to me.
When times seem dark and dim, when it feels like there is nothing left to live for, nothing left to fight for in this cold and bitter world, I remember I have you.
You, Tori. You are my everything.


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When you adopt a cat that has lived on the street for some time, and has adapted to such a lifestyle, you first need to understand that the cat will most likely need some time to warm up to you. Feral cats develop a natural wariness of humans and may feel some fear in a new home. It is important for the new owner to provide the cat with what he or she needs to feel safe, as this will provide the foundation that is necessary to establish trust.
When you first acquire your formerly feral cat, he or she will need an enclosed room away from other members of the household. It is important that this room have all of the cat's needed supplies and that it include a place to hide from people if he or she feels afraid. The new owner can then begin to gradually introduce himself or herself to the cat.
A feral cat may need the new owner's first few interactions to be indirect. The owner can start to become a familiar presence by bringing food and staying in the space for a while, then later by sitting casually in the room while the cat gets used to him or her. When the cat seems to be more comfortable with the owner's presence, the owner can offer a toy or extend a hand for the cat to smell.
When the cat begins to rub on the owner, this indicates that the cat is ready for contact. With more time and gentle interactions, the cat may be ready to leave the safe space or meet other family members.


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Aging is tricky business. I am 66 and sort of retired. During the last few years of my professional life as a communications person, I felt I was living in two worlds. Some days, I felt marginalized and out of step with my younger colleagues, like the time my passing reference to Ed Sullivan was met with blank stares.
On other occasions, I felt subtly patronized. People were way too deferential and my ideas were not challenged in the same way those offered by my younger colleagues were. I felt I was being given a pass. Marginalized, patronized, either way I felt less than a full partner in the work we were doing.
Still, it is difficult to know when to let go. There is a less-than-subtle societal push to move over for the next generation. After all, they have a right to shape the world in which they live. Don't they?
Now, as I enter my second year of retirement, I have yet to find my stride. I love my new flexibility, but I have too much energy to sit at home making bird feeders in the garage. I would like to remain professionally engaged on a part-time basis, but it has to be the right work with the right people. This is unfolding more slowly than I would like.
But I am learning patience as I let my interests and passions lead me to a balance and a rhythm that works for me.
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
The AP non-controversy
Via Derek Rose, a remarkable bit of push-back from unusual sources regarding AP's Pulitzer Prize-winning photo. In case you haven't been following, there are many right-wing sites (here here here here here here here here and here) alleging, with wild conjecture and hearsay (yes, I'm shocked, too) that an unnamed AP photographer was in cahoots with terrorists by taking a photo of thugs as they murdered Iraqi election workers. Best quote here:
Exactly right.
We at Rathergate have damned the media repeatedly during Memogate and the Washington Post's coverage of the bogus "talking points memo" for the same attitude being displayed in the blogosphere today. It is not up to the GOP to prove themselves innocent of MSM charges, it's the MSM's job to prove the GOP guilty with solid evidence.
The same principle applies here – it is not up to the photographer or the Associated Press to prove him ethical when presented with rumor. Without talking to the photographer or getting a tape of the phone call, we will never know what happened.
Exactly right.


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"How Should the Realtor Communicate After Receiving a Referral from Me?"
I am so excited that Joe sent me your information and I have the opportunity to assist you in finding your new home! I will tell you this, Joe and I only send our very best clients to one another! This is why I am so thrilled to be working with you both! Okay, so …. all this being said, how can I assist you? Where do you want to live? What type of home are you looking for and what other specifics can I help you to find?
This is such a FUN time for you both! We will find you the perfect new place to call your home!!! Please feel free to reach out to me via text, cell call, or email! I work just about all day, every day! I am looking forward to speaking and meeting you both!!
I refer an average of 10 pre-qualified clients to Realtors each month. Everyone communicates to my clients differently. After reading this communication I thought it was worth sharing.
What would you be thinking if you got this communication?
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Truth gains even more by the errors of one who, with due study and preparation, thinks for himself, than by the true opinions of those who only hold them because they do not suffer themselves to think… However unwillingly a person who has a strong opinion may admit the possibility that his opinion may be false, he ought to be moved by the consideration that however true it may be, if it is not fully, frequently, and fearlessly discussed, it will be held as a dead dogma, not a living truth. (pgs. 40-41)
Amongst leaning towers of pizza boxes and well-marked notebooks, our reading group discussed John Stuart Mill's On Liberty this past Tuesday evening. While there are a million plus one different ways to dissect, take up, and apply this work to the present, and swelling ranks of those who have taken up the task, I'd like to select a single gem to reflect upon. That rock is Mill's perspective on discourse, specifically his idea that it is vitally necessary that we expose ourselves to diverse viewpoints and allow vigorous conversation– especially when it comes to our near and dear "higher things."
While many would happily claim the label "tolerant," it seems that fewer would invite a someone from very different religion, or a different political party (God forbid), over for dinner and then proceed to have a genuine discussion about religion and/or politics.
But I think this is exactly what needs to happen.
It is easy (not to mention comical) to bash Washington for polarizing our country, and though I'd admit that they have been doing nothing to help, it is our government after all. More importantly, it is our state, our city, our neighborhood, and our family. Mill has something to say about the stakes:
But the price paid for this sort of intellectual pacification, is the sacrifice of the entire moral courage of the human mind.
We (myself always included) shrink back from or "don't have time for" (that favorite phrase of the modern American), engaging with those who come from different walks of life than us. In fact, I would argue that we currently suffer from a gross misunderstanding of the virtue of diversity. The only reason I can think of that diversity is currently measured by something as merely visual and uncontrollable such skin color, sex, or nationality is that these external facts can often coincide with true diversity. That is, the precious difference of perspective that we each hold as steward given a singular set of gifts, experiences, talents, and time.
The energetic beauty of diversity is in the unique irreproducibility of our unfolding stories. Believe me–this beauty, as all beauty, is mightily powerful. Call to mind those people who have changed your life for the better. There is no doubt that your souls crossed paths while traveling very different paths, but their healthy influence upon you was built conversation by conversation and shared experience by shared experience. I'd be willing to bet that over time, each of you wore down the other's rough edges and perhaps even refined one another. What a treasure to have another mind for consultation in life's episodes. What a strength to have another body to shoulder life's burdens. What a joy to have another heart to encourage and rouse your feet toward new adventures!
I wonder what would happen if we looked at every fresh conversation this way. As my favorite author reminds, we bump elbows and share study spaces with beings who have been given the power to influence us for the better. Or even, as Fr. Greg Boyle movingly reminded us on Tuesday night, to "return us to ourselves." This is the great possibility, and stagnant isolation is the the great enemy.
All I know is that I hope to be the kind of woman who greets her fellow sojourners like the potential friends that they are, always in the memory that my mouth, eyes, and ears are only outward symbols of the heart I carry within.
Parting quote:
"He is the greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own." (Henry Ward Beecher)


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Losing weight to be healthy is an absolutely fantastic reason to make changes in one's lifestyle, but today, another reason came up that has a pretty dramatic impact on how you feel about yourself. As shallow as it sounds, how one looks is just as important.
My wife and I were coming out of the local convenience store today. I was picking up one of those large water containers for our water cooler so I was several paces behind. As my wife walked out (she is on her own weight loss journey), I could hear several men whistle and holler at her as she walked by.
Now we're not spring chickens anymore but when something like that happens, you just HAVE to feel good about yourself and know that you're on the right track. She's lost 15 pounds herself since we began this journey together and I am so proud of her.
I of course had a sense of pride and felt extremely lucky that it was me that was getting into the car with her. So, I'll be marking this down as an additional reason for me to lose weight - to simply look great for me, for my wife and for the hooters and the hollerers!


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NORTH MYRTLE BEACH, SC (WMBF) - The next time you see a North Myrtle Beach firefighter on the job they could be working inside of a dump truck instead of a fire truck. Firefighters who volunteered are being trained on several pieces of public works' equipment, in an effort to save time and money.
"They're going to be able to do every aspect of public works," said Robert Turner, the director of Public Works.
North Myrtle Beach came up with the idea to train firefighters on the equipment after this year's winter storms. Downed power lines and fallen tree limbs from the ice storms put public works' crews in a lot of overtime with dangerous conditions, according to Turner.
"After about 14 hours straight, fatigue sets in, accidents start to happen, and you're just wore out," Turner said.
Today is the third of three training sessions, happening this week to get firefighters trained on rubber tire backhoes, track hoes, loaders, dump trucks and more. The firefighters said they're enjoying learning something new.
"We are used to using hydraulics with our ladders so it's similar in some aspects, but it's different and new," says Lt. Kyle Post.
But don't be mistaken. If a fire breaks out, the chief says that comes first. But what's interesting to note is this training is not just saving the public works' department money, but knowing how to operate the equipment will ultimately help citizens when a fire breaks out.
"There are times when we need heavy equipment to either tear down a wall or move some sort of equipment out of the way and there's a bit of a lag time because we have to put in the call and someone has to come from home, pick it up and come to the scene," says Chief Tom Barstow.
Officials from North Myrtle Beach said when the training is complete, the firefighters will be eligible to apply for a CDL license to legally operate the equipment.
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Wilf Lunn autobiography, child safety alphabet learning aid and limited edition prints er, which pretty much says it all, I must admit no matter how down I might feel Wilf's ramblings never fail to raise a smile.
On the front page of his new online store it says ;
… Wilf's bears are always saying,
" You just can't have enough stuff !
If your house is already full, dig an underground bunker in the garden."
See what I mean, nip across now and check it out, when you've finished shopping you can start digging 🙂


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Mr. David Wayne Willkie age 67 of Fyffe, Al passed away Friday November 3, 2017. Funeral services are set for 3pm Sunday November 5, 2017 from the Greens Chapel Baptist Church. Mr. Willkie will lie-in-state from 2pm until 3pm at the church prior to the service. Burial to follow in the Greens Chapel Cemetery. The family will receive friends from 11am until 8pm Saturday November 4, 2017 from the W.T. Wilson Funeral Chapel. Officiating will be Bro. Ronald Patterson & Bro. Harold Mitchell.
Survivors include:
Wife: Mary Willkie
Daughters: Miranda King & Tonya Gentle
Son: Daniel Willkie
Sisters: Phyllis James & Wannett Guinn
Grandchildren: Abby Darnell, Raigan Willkie, Mikayla King, Brady Willkie, Mirissa King, Lucas Gentle, Miley King & Bailey Gentle
**Mr. Willkie was preceded in death by Father: Leroy D. Willkie; Mother: Beatrice B. Willkie; Nephew: Rickey Guinn**
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Ordered well in advance and recieved a rejection 15 minuted before delivery time. Totally irresponsible.
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Ordered well in advance and recieved a rejection 15 minuted before delivery time. Totally irresponsible.
Ordered takeaway. The rice (see pic) came in a tiny portion, wrapped in cellophane (?!), congealed in a single lump, with a long blonde hair in it. Satay chicken was the standard you'd expect from frozen supermarket party food, veg in curry was obviously frozen,...More
Given brixton's countless options for a nice meal, eating at Baan Thai would be a mistake, The food is not authentic, the venue is soulless and the price is high.
Ordered via the website and after two and a half hours and 3 phone calls we gave up. Wish I'd read the trip adviser reviews before booking!! Shocking service and rude staff on the phone.
I ordered 3 dishes via JustEat.co.uk. One of them was Pad Thai. I had specifically mentioned about Nut allergy in their instructions. In spite of that they served us Pad Thai laden with peanuts. This shows they do not read instructions carefully. Also, their menu...More
Absolutely dreadful! Made mistake of giving them another try after first online takeaway ordering experience. Food was extremely poor and dishes were more like bad Chinese than Thai. How this place is still on Deliveroo's listings is beyond me - will be putting in a...More
Always used to go here when off to see a gig at Brixton Academy. Went last night - and unfortunately it has gone really downhill. First time I have ever posted a two-star review on trip advisor . Food badly done, service slow, and not...More
Hi all! Just a little warning....Myself, & fellow vegans (my mum & sister) all ate a dish which we later found out contained fish & shrimp, even though we explained at length to the waiter (who was also the manager) that we eat no animal...More
Fancied Thai and a film at the Ritzy in Brixton so went on-line and discovered Baan Thai. A little suspicious at first as very quiet. Service friendly and polite, menu comprehensive but not OTT in terms of length, food very tasty. Would come back
My girlfriend and I went here as it's near to my flat. We ordered and they brought the wrong thing out, we told them and reordered with two of them listening. My girlfriend asked for no meat, just veg and they brought out chicken. We...More


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A platform to connect teachers with students who need tutoring in their area
Website: www.tutorpursuit.com
App store: https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/tutor-pursuit/id1179730590?ls=1&mt=8
Education is the foundation of success and too often students are left frustrated and without a place to turn. Tutor Pursuit was created to connect students with qualified tutors in their area. The Tutor Pursuit team is on a mission to ensure that all students get the proper academic support to reach their goals.
Students are balancing many things; preparing for tests, getting homework done, maintaining a social life and much more. In order to receive extra help they are often restricted to a schools extra help schedule. TutorPursuit changes that. TutorPursuits' goal is to find a reputable tutor in a student's local area who will fit within their schedule and at an affordable price.
For a teacher TutorPursuit helps to bring in additional income, while doing what they love in their local area. Over summer breaks many teachers must find jobs unrelated to education; TutorPursuits' goal is to help them maintain a healthy income.
What does it help with?
Tutor Pursuit is an app that allows students to search for tutors in their area according to grade level, price and subject.
What grade and age range?
Early childhood to college level
Is this core/supplemental/special needs/extracurricular/professional development or what?
Extracurricular: to allow students to get additional support and for teachers to supplement their income.
What subject, topic, what standards is it mapped to?
Students can search any subject area he/she needs help in, ranging from early childhood to calculus.
What is the pricing model?
The app will always be free for students/teachers to create a profile and make appointments. The first six months are free for tutors then there is a six-month subscription for $84 or a twelve-month subscription for $144.
What makes Tutor Pursuit unique?
The app is a user-friendly platform for teachers and students to connect, according to level, subject and price range. We do not take any percentage of the tutors income and appointments can be made right on the app.
What about security?
Tutor Pursuit has an internal messaging feature and tutors undergo background checks and are reviewed on the app to ensure safety.
A description of the characteristics--how is it designed for user interface, user experience? What instructional design principles are at work here?
Tutor Pursuits' technology is built with a simplistic and modern approach giving the user an intuitive flow from point of registration to booking and communicating.
Teacher reviews:
Gianna Barone, previous high school Italian teacher, Syosset High School New York:
After having babies and taking a break from teaching I found it hard to find students to tutor in my town. Tutor Pursuit solves this issue and allows me to make money according to my unique schedule.
Dina Moakley, 3rd grade teacher Lady of Fatima School, Jackson Heights New York:
As a young teacher it is essential to supplement my income and I work far from home, Tutor Pursuit allows me to find students to tutor in my neighborhood. The app is user friendly and I like that parents/students can find tutors that fit their budget and can write reviews for me.
Danielle Burke, Teacher Assistant Special Education, Baldwin Schools New York:
After working in Special Education, I see how many students need additional help outside of the classroom. Tutor Pursuit allows Special Education students to find tutors in the subjects they need assistance in and it is easy to navigate. It was a stress-free sign up and its great that there is a messaging feature right on the app.


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Band of the Month (August 2015) :: The New Groovement
hometown: Victoria, BC
Drums/Manager: Groovin' Reuven Sussman
Lead vocals: Theresa Pasaluko
Vocals/Emcee: Danimal House
Bass: Tejas Collison
Guitar: Ben Scotney
Timbales: Geoff Mason
Congas: Kim Maddin
Trumpet: David Chase
Trombone: Jason Dolynny
Tenor Sax: Jonnie "Be Bad" Bridgeman
Baritone Sax: "B-Rad" Brad Justason
website: http://thenewgroovement.com/
Bandcamp: http://thenewgroovement.bandcamp.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/newgroovement
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thenewgroovement
YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/thenewgroovement
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Vic42 is a sophisticated collection of features celebrating the unique and interesting people of Victoria. Head on over to check out their feature on The New Groovement!
If The Roots had the soul of Aretha Franklin and the energy of Jamiroquai, then you'd have The New Groovement. The band seamlessly blends elements of R&B, soul, and hip hop to create a funk-i-fied feast for the ears which is as unique as it is versatile. Punchy horns, sweet vocals, clever rhymes, and tight percussion combine to create energetic, feel-good music that will get you out of your seat and onto the dance floor!
At the forefront of the band are Theresa Pasaluko and her partner-in-rhyme, Danimal House. Together, they can soothe with sultry, sweet ballads or slay with sharp cutting rhymes. Backing them up is a solid rhythm and percussion section that lays down funky beats while the horn section gets crowds going with tasty licks and dance moves that would make James Brown proud.
The New Groovement is a rising star in BC's music scene, performing at all of Southern Vancouver Island's biggest festivals, touring mainland BC and receiving airplay on commercial and public radio. They were also asked to open for critically acclaimed acts such as Five Alarm Funk and The Coup, and have been praised in prominent print, television and radio media in Victoria. This up-and-coming group has quickly made a name for itself with its massive shows and energetic parties; it's one band you will not want to miss!
Studio Album Demo – October/2014
The New Groovement Live! – February/2013
The New Groovement EP – January/2012
Latest news
After a successful recent crowdfunding campaign (raising nearly 70% more than their goal), the band will be finished recording their first full-length studio album in July (scheduled for release in fall 2015). The album is being created with the help of well-known Vancouver Island producer, Joby Baker (producer of Alex Cuba's Grammy-winning album).


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You might not give the roof on your Exton home a whole lot of thought — until you notice water dripping down from the ceiling after a heavy rainstorm. A leaky roof can also allow water to infiltrate the attic and between the walls, leading to the growth of damaging mold.
If you're looking for experienced, capable roofers in Exton, PA that can fix leaks and perform other types of repairs quickly and efficiently, look no further than The Exterior Company. At TEC, our mission is to provide the highest level of professionalism and customer service for every project.
A leak isn't the only sign of the need for a roof repair. Other things to look for include curling or missing shingles, the presence of shingle granules in gutters, shingles that appear darker in color than others and lichen or moss growing on your roof. And if your roof is at least 20 years old, it's probably only a matter of time until you will need major repair work or possibly even a total replacement.
The Exterior Company staff includes highly skilled roof repair specialists that will come to your Exton home and perform a comprehensive inspection to diagnose the problem. We'll then provide a written estimate detailing the required work and the total cost of your project. Upon your approval, we'll perform the necessary repairs, followed by a final inspection to ensure the work meets our — and your — high standards.
If you need to replace an aging or severely damaged roof, The Exterior Company is the best Exton roofing contractor for the job. We install high-quality roofing systems that we customize to the unique structure and design of your home.
All roof installations include a 10-year transferrable craftsmanship warranty — you'll have the peace of mind of knowing that your new roof will protect your home for years to come.
When you choose TEC as your roofer in Exton, PA, you'll receive service from a fully licensed, bonded and insured contractor that has earned the following credentials:
Master Elite Status with GAF shingle manufacturers (achieved by only 2% of U.S. roofing contractors)
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Haag Engineering Certified Roofing Inspector
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Not all roofers in Exton, PA are alike. If you want a reliable, reputable roofing contractor that performs quality work backed by superior customer service, contact the professionals at The Exterior Company to schedule a free estimate today.
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Impact of Prevention on Future Cancer Incidence in Australia
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Cancer, along with other chronic diseases such as cardiovascular disease, is recognised as one of the most common public health threats in Australia. This burden and associated financial cost to the community will continue to increase given Australia's increasing and aging population. Projections based on population growth and aging have estimated that there will be about 170,000 new cancers diagnosed in 2025. However, there is some potential for optimism given that only about 5-10% of cancers are caused by genetic or inherited disorders. The World Health Organisation suggests that at least one third of all cancer cases are preventable with a reduction in the prevalence of risk factors such as tobacco smoking, poor nutrition and diet, physical inactivity, alcohol consumption, occupational exposure and sun exposure, offers the most cost-effective long-term strategy for the control of cancer. While we have witnessed significant declines in the prevalence of tobacco smoking, there is little evidence that there have been any significant reductions in the prevalence of other known behavioural risk factors. Clearly, large-scale and long-term preventive strategies are required and if fully implemented, can have the potential to prevent nearly 57,000 new cancers in 2025 alone.
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Donna Henes is an acclaimed urban
shaman, contemporary ceremonialist, artist and writer.
She has designed and produced countless public participatory
ceremonial events in celebration of the universal cycles
of the seasons in more than 100 cities in nine countries
since 1972.
Henes is the author of three
books and a quarterly newsletter, Always in Season.
I found myself resonating so much with her latest book
that I want to share stories from my own experience,
and with the mighty power of the pen (or in this case,
the computer disc), I can (and Queen that I am, I by
Goddess, will).
Last May, my good friend Deborah
approached me with the desire to mark her 49th birthday
in some significant way. I priestess in my community
by co-creating ritual that marks life passages and calendar
events (I'm a Donna Henes wannabe). Deborah, a
deeply spiritual woman but one uneducated in the ways
of the Goddess, initially suggested that perhaps she
would like to have a croning. Cronings have even made
it to the mainstream press; therefore, we may be familiar
with the concept. But I think that many of us are not
ready to embrace this archetype, even though on some
level we think perhaps we should. CLICK
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Vitality Toronto
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is not unusual for me to wake in the night feeling warmer
than normal. If these are hot flashes they're
intermittent for now, but it does herald the approach
of menopause and the time referred to as the Crone years.
The wizened crone is not re-inventing herself everyday.
She is settled and reflects to others the wisdom of
which she is certain. But I am not there yet, and I
have no doubt that the crone of the traditional triple
goddess archetype is premature for describing the middle
years of modern women.
Donna Henes agrees and has written
a book exploring this very issue: The Queen of My
Self (Monarch, 2004). She feels that the wild phase
of transitioning through midlife is a time to be crowned
Queen; sovereign of ourselves. The maiden/mother/crone
model is Roman, Hindu, Celtic, Greek and Buddhist. All
these cultures have groupings of three, such as the
three Graces, Fates, and Muses, the Holy Trinity. The
maiden represents all things new and expansive, the
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In The Queen of My Self,
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The National AEM Center invites you to participate in a free professional development opportunity to improve the accessibility of the materials your students use for learning. Many students with disabilities experience barriers to using curriculum materials due to physical, sensory, or learning disabilities. The outcome of the offered professional development is that you will improve your students' access to the same curriculum materials as their classmates. And, we're certain that you'll discover that accessibility improves the quality of your curriculum for all learners. For this activity, we're targeting educators in their first, second, or third year of teaching; however, we welcome all interested participants. Small groups from the same school or district are encouraged.
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Day of days: Introduction to Art History is over! Nooooo wayyy
Crazy stuff eh? I'm sad. The slide test was ehhh, mehh, blahh (Enter any kind of nondescript noise HERE). It was ok I guess. Modern art and I have a love hate relationship. On to fa fa fa fa fashion
Haute Couture refers to 'high dressmaking' or 'high sewing' and is the practice of creating special custom clothing for a high end clientele. While fashion is art, I interpret Couture asthe avant-garde of the art world. I want to take Couture creations and put them in museum exhibits because they challenge beauty and are just so breathtaking... It is a way for designers to channel their most difficult ideas into cloth and fabric and no be restricted by the ready-to-wear standards.
I found some of my favorite Spring 2010 Couture looks have roots in popular culture and art. Take a gander...
Alexis Mabille
While not a regular couture shower Mabille executes a neat new visual experience. These couture looks split the wearer right down the middle, from top to toe and are a perfect example of color blocking. The rich tailoring is evident in the neatly cinched suit jacket and streamlined pants and the dress is a wonderful A line shape.
I'm not going to lie, my immediate response to these looks was that it reminded me of 'Two Face' from the Batman franchise... Think I'm wrong?
Top to toe people... and Tommy Lee nails this.
Mabille also credits the Cubist movement as inspiration and funnily enough this Picasso painting (Demoiselles d'Avignon, 1907, Cubism) was on my slide test today...
Armani Privé
Ok, so it's pretty obvious that Armani was taking inspiration from the moon. Giorgio... please dress me. A palette of very light pastels and the staple black and white mixed with several shimmering shades of grey make this collection a breath of the freshest air.
Moony examples... (from top left) Curvilinear ruffles, crescent shaped bag, the same curved shoe and a crescent clasp on a jacket
This collection reminded me of another image from my slide list... Gustav Klimt's The Kiss (1907 -8, Symbolism). There is something light and feathery about this painting that I associate with feelings of the moon and romanticism and dreams. Yes, it's a different color palette, but the lustrous fabric reminds me of Giorgio's shimmering pant suits.
Givenchy and Valentino
Ok boys and girls... if you haven't seen Avatar yet, well don't worry it's even permeated the fashion world in the form of Givenchy's fantastical blue and green patterned suits and in Valentino's blue shoulders and colored eye makeup. Seems as though Pandora is on everyone's mind.
When I saw the blue pantsuit above I was immediately reminded of James Cameron's film and the tribal body paint.
At Valentino the blue shoulders were a big shout out to the epic film. The colorful dusting of the eyes also helps and looking at the gown on the top right I am reminded of startling plant life that seems slightly extra terrestrial.
A look at the Avatar characters (Go see it! It's a stunning visual)
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Listening to: Florence and the Machine - 'My boy builds coffins' (It's fantastic!)
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