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Blob Fabric Guide
Blob offers an extensive number of fabrics to choose from when creating your perfect Blob object of desire. In fact, we have almost 500 fabric variations! If, whilst looking through our range, a fabric takes your eye for an idea you want to create yourself, then we have more good news for you - most of our fabrics can be purchased by the metre!
Indoor Fabrics
Cotton Prints
An inexpensive yet fun way to add some colour and pattern into any room these 100% cotton prints would be great for a kids bedroom.
Just like a pair of jeans our denim beanbags are hardwearing and look better with the wear and tear they are subjected to over the years. They can also be customized with a selection of topstitch colours.
Tech Nylon
This resilient fabric is available in an array of funky colours and can be customized with piping to created a unique piece of furniture. Its also a great choice for branded promotional usage.
Great colors, luxurious finish and hard wearing, if you want to add a bit of va-va-voom to your room this is the one for you.
Be it glitter or shellac this range of heavy commercial vinyl will bring some glamour to any room.
An old favorite we have been doing this range for more than 15 years and its still going strong. Suitable even for heavy commercial environments these babies are made to last.
Vinyl has come a long way since the original beanbags of the 70's. We use a Heavy Duty Commercial vinyl which comes in a great spectrum of colors and has a luxurious leather like finish. Piping can be added so you can mix and match colors to create you own custom made design. The other obvious beauty of this fabric is it can be easily wiped down in case of spills or marks. Last but definitely not least this vinyl has been treated with Healthguard which means it is a great option for allergy sufferers, hospitals, hospitality, schools and more. Please see our Composition and Care Guide for more information.
On trend and cosy our shaggy range of beanbags will add texture and character to your surroundings.
If you are after a soft and cosy beanbag then this is the perfect choice. Our Cavalier range is corduroy on steroids, a Heavy Commercial Jacquard with 2 cm (.78 in) wide ribs. Just snuggle in and relax.
Macro Suede Neutrals
Macro Suede HealthGuard is a high performance fabric boasting a denser heavier feel compared to our standard Suede and is suitable for Heavy Commercial use .This Healthguard fabric has been specifically developed for long-term protection against the house dust mite, mould and bacteria while maintaining an odour-free surface. This makes it ideal for allergy sufferers and people suffering from respiratory conditions such as asthma. In addition to all the above it comes in an extensive range of colours (see also Macro Suede Colours) which you can mix and match with piping options or keep it plain.
Macro Suede Colours
Macro Suede HealthGuard is a high performance fabric boasting a denser heavier feel compared to our standard Suede and is suitable for Heavy Commercial use .This Healthguard fabric has been specifically developed for long-term protection against the house dust mite, mould and bacteria while maintaining an odour-free surface. This makes it ideal for allergy sufferers and people suffering from respiratory conditions such as asthma. In addition to all the above it comes in an extensive range of colours (see also Macro Suede Neutrals) which you can mix and match with piping options or keep it plain.
Outdoor Fabrics
If you're after an outdoor beanbag but don't want to pay the price our Surlast range is the perfect option. This UV resistant fabric comes with a 3 year guarantee and is available in 9 colours with piping options so you can mix it up or keep in simple.
The thing that makes Sunbrella so amazing is that it ticks all the boxes. This 100% Solution Dyed Acrylic is a furniture fabric that has been developed to use indoor and outdoors. UV resistant, mold resistant, soft yet strong, high dirt and abrasion finish and an extensive choice of designs and finishes this range comes with a 5 year guarantee. To top it all off these fabrics can be machine washed!!
Sunbrella Plains
Sunbrella Stripes
Sunbrella European
Sunbrella Other
The Sun Dec range from Warwick is a 100% Olefin heavy domestic indoor/outdoor fabric. True to form Warwick fabrics are made to last, these also come with a 5 year guarantee are UV resistant, easy to wash and have gone through all the rigorous testing to ensure that these fabrics are top notch. Good luck with choosing from this extensive range of patterns and colours!!
Warwick Plains
Warwick Stripes
Warwick Patterns
Removable Liners
Removable Liners are like a beanbag lining within a beanbag - think of it as a bladder. They are made of a silky and durable polyester fabric. They are easy to remove for when you want to wash the outer bag as they prevent spillage of the beans. It also provides added security against unwanted opening of the bag.
We highly recommend this option!
- Removable liner(s) can be added to your order by ticking the box.
- If you do not want removable liner for all your beanbags, tick the box. You will be able to remove unwanted item(s) from your list prior to submitting your order.
Please Note: Beanbags purchased without a removable liner are constructed differently to a beanbag purchased with a liner. This means that you can not buy a liner in the future as the liner and the bag will not be compatible.
Cushion Inners
We provide two options for cushions to go inside your beautiful new Blob Cushion Cover.Feather Down Inner
- 95% White Duck Feather, 5% White Duck Down
Outdoor Inner
- Weatherproof cushion inner to go with our great selection of Outdoor Range fabrics.
Recommended Sizing: We recomend that you choose one size up from your cushion cover, for example a cushion cover that is 45cm by 45cm will require the 50cm x 50cm inner.
Most of our beautiful Blob creations can have Piping added, either in a matching or contrasting colour of your choice. This is a great bit of extra detailing at a very small cost.
For those product/fabric combinations that allow Piping, you will be provided with the option under "Extras", along with the ability to choose your preferred colour from the same fabric family.
Blob products in the Denim fabric can be further customised by adding a topstitch along the seams. Choose either a colour to match the fabric or go crazy and choose something that contrasts. The topstitch also gives extra strength making these products not only stylish, but durable as well.
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Smartphone developer HeroCraft is bringing Paradox Interactive's Majesty series to the iPad, with a belief that the device will "provide the ideal platform for gaming."
Russian developer HeroCraft might be better known right now for its Java mobile phone games, but the team behind such classic titles as Bikini Balls and Erotic Galaxy now sets its sights on a bigger target. They've announced that a version of PC strategy game Majesty: The Fantasy Kingdom Sim will be the company's first full-resolution game for the iPad, offering up this initial screenshot, which is in no way just an iPhone graphic with game graphics pasted onto it.
"We're impressed by the new Apple tablet device" said Alexey Sazonov, Sales and Marketing Director at HeroCraft, "we believe it will provide the ideal platform for gaming, filling the gap between traditional desktop and mobile phone devices. Coming from a strong PC background 'Majesty' will work tremendously well on a high resolution portable device like the iPad."
And it certainly could, but first the game will arrive on Java, Android, and BlackBerry handsets, with the iPad version following soon after.
And so the bandwagon slowly begins to fill.

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The Saxodus continues as more and more people confirm that they are leaving Saxo Bank for other teams. Here's a quick rundown of current migrations:
- Frank Schleck – "I'll go where Andy goes!"
- Andy Schleck – "I'll go where Frank goes!"
- Frank-n-Andy Schleck – New Luxembourg team. Sponsor still TBD.
- Jens Voigt – Confirmed to be leaving Saxo Bank. Most indications are that he is going to join the Frank-n-Andy endeavor, but that has not been confirmed at the time of this writing.
- Jakob Fuglsang – Moving with Frank-n-Andy
- Steuart O'Grady- Moving with Frank-n-Andy
- Matti Breschel – Transfering his accounts from one bank to another, Matti is moving from Saxo Bank to Rabobank.
That makes six out of the nine Saxo Bank riders in the 2010 Tour de France that are heading for other teams – 5 of them apparently to the same new team. Fabian Cencellara still has one year remaining on his contract with Saxo Bank, and of course Alberto Contador has signed on to the newly names Saxo Bank-Sungard team for two years.


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Lets hope not. Can't even see the sun...and it is mid-day, I think.
Well fairly good picks Tyll! All have dynamic drivers, traditional voice coils and magnet structures, except the Sonoma, (and who cares). It is hard to improve on the value of Sennheiser's, with their offers kept below $200. Above $200, it is very difficult to offer anything of additional value above the AKG K 7XX ($200-Massdrop) until you start getting silly with your money. IMO.


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RedWork embroidery is relaxing, fun and easy!
Traditional RedWork designs use one stitch with a few other simple embroidery stitches added for special design features.
I prefer using Back Stitch for my RedWork as I find it stitches smoother around curves and corners.
Bird Brain Design's RedWork designs also use many traditional and easy-to-do embroidery stitches to create designs
with texture and lots of interest.
Stitch RedWork embroidery with Presencia "Robin" Red (also known as Turkey Red) #8 or #12 Perle Cotton from Spain.
ALL of our RedWork designs are stitched with this.
Perle Cotton is the "height of laziness" because you use the twisted Perle Cotton just as it comes off the ball.
No need to separate any strands of floss to get all tangled up!
Keep your balls of Perle cotton nice and neat in our fun "Bubbles" when you carry them around in your sewing basket.
3 Cute Kitty Designs to Embroider in RedWork
Button-Up each Season in its turn on a RedWork Patchwork Quilted Background.
3 FUN RedWork designs to honor Angels and Sisters. Add a Sister or Two or Take One Away if There are Just Two Sisters! Have Some FUN.
Five Santa Blocks make a Charming Christmas Quilt. Warm and Cozy Holiday Flavor with Just Be Claus Fabrics in Tan, Red and Green.
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Sampler-Style "Merry Christmas" Mini Quilt to hang on a Decorative Table Stand or grace your Wall.
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Clever Quilt featuring Printed Fabric Robin-ism Sewing Sayings Panel... A Must Have Quilt!
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|A Nightmare on Oak Grove Road
|A Nightmare on Oak Grove Road
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You can run. You can hide. But whatever you do, never sleep again...
A Nightmare on Oak Grove Road is a fan fiction by some horror fanatic that incorporates elements from A Nightmare on Elm Street and The Sims 3.
The residents of Sunset Valley are in terror as a killer is invading their homes and murdering them in their dreams. Literally. It's up to a group of teenagers to stop the madness and fight against the evil of a murderer with power beyond imagination. Or die trying.
Prologue Edit
My name is River McIrish. I'm a teenage girl who loves art, Indian beats and jogging. I have green eyes and nicely shaded skin. I consider myself to be pretty. Not beautiful. Pretty.
I live in a pretty average financial-class part of town. 330 Oak Grove Road, to be exact. My mom, Fiona, recently let her friend, Molly, and toddler, Sandi, move in with us. Molly's husband disappeared a few months ago, according to my mom.
I love visiting a lady named Claire who lives near us at the beach. She's a nice person to have a decent conversation with, and helps me with advice when I feel moody.
I don't have a large amount of friends, though I'm not reclusive. I get along fine with Holly Alto, a girl who's all 'sunshine and butterflies!' enough get unicorns annoyed. Other then her, there's Ethan and Lisa Bunch. Lisa's...weird. Personally, I dislike her, though her brother's cool. Well, cooler then his siblings, at least. He's smart and loves books, though he's also quite charming.
There's as much a dearth of enemies as there is of friends. VJ Alvi, Parker Langerak and Bebe Hart are the only names that come to mind, really. VJ's a rude little git, and Parker tried to make out with me last year at the school prom after I broke up with him. Bebe's just an incompetent little girl. Long story as to why I think so.
I have a story. As in, the My Story. I know, grammar, but each one of us have a My Story. It's the one that shines through all our other accomplishments and failures. It's the one that's the most funny, the most interesting, or the most sad.
Sometimes, it's the most horrifying. I must warn you, before you read on, that you are about to enter something I wouldn't have been able to imagine in any state of madness nor intoxication. A world where everyone's a possible-victim. Where innocence doesn't exist.
Some of the stuff I'm about to tell you will disturb you. They will sicken you. It will shock you. You might even feel the cold hands of the unknown brush against your neck as you read on. But there is one thing that is certain, and I hope you will listen to my words of advice:
Never sleep again.
Chapter 1 Edit
It was late Saturday afternoon and Ethan, Holly and I sat in Hogan's Deep-Fried diner. The joint was busier then normal, so our food took a while to arrive.
Meanwhile, we sat and studied (or at least tried to) for final exams. All three of us were enrolled in business-studies, so we decided to take turns asking one-another questions from the book.
"In which state is the Simoleon not considered a form of currency?"
I thought hard for a while, but Ethan had the sharper mind.
"Simwaii." he answered. Correctly, according to Holly's nod. Holly asked another round of questions, to which I only answered (incorrectly) to one.
When we were about sixteen pages into Land Grabber's Guide to Bussiness, our meals arrived.
We ate, exchanging stories of the busy week of preparing for examinations.
"Just two more weeks," I said, my voice trailing away at the horrible thought of what came after them.
"Oh," Holly, always a hardcore-optimist, said, "after that, it's vacation!".
"For only a week." Ethan pointed out.
"Still, it's a week." Holly said, taking a bite out of her fries. "And-River, are you okay?"
I wasn't listening. I was staring at the person who had just entered the diner. Other's took notice too. I believed it to be Bebe Hart, though she looked almost nothing like her. Her once elegant blonde hair was messy and pointed in all know directions. Her brown eyes were rimmed with blackish-purple circular bruises, with bags under them, as though she was drained from all energy her body once housed. She tried to walk normal, but stumbled a bit with every few steps. Her drowsiness was as clear as a shining lighthouse in an eclipse.
She caught me staring, and I whipped my head back to my food.
"Wow..." Ethan started. "She's..."
"I've never seen her that tired." Holly said. "She's always so...dynamic..."
I tried to brush it off. Besides, how was it my business as to what went on in her life?
Holly rose from her chair. She was above us now, so it was hard to hear her over the noise in the rest of the room.
"I'm gonna go talk to her. Care to join me?"
I didn't have to answer. Bebe walked to an empty table, and when she passed us, Holly called her.
"Bebe! Bebe!"
She turned slowly, and squinted slightly to see who was talking to her. With her current image and her mouth opened, she looked like a zombie.
"Bebe, want to sit with us?" Holly offered.
I hate you Holly. I thought. I hate you with a passion, sometimes.
Bebe hesitated, then took the open seat next to Holly.
"So..." Ethan said. "How's stuff goin'?"
Bebe mumbled something. I think she said "fine".
"Everything fine at home?"
She looked at him. Again: zombie.
"I'm just kinda..." she seemed to look for the words. Her mouth moved open and closed repeatedly.
"Tired?" I helped. Every time she opened her mouth, obviously unbrushed breath exited. It was nauseating.
"Why?" Holly pressed.
"I...I've had some...dreams...that weren't..."
"Nightmares?" I helped again. I felt like a human word-consultant.
"Of what kind?" Holly asked.
Bebe seemed to look down. She was a sad sight, really. Confused and uncleaned, people often act differently.
"You're better off not knowing."
"River!" My mom called. "Could you get the door?"
I switched my computer off and walked out into the hall. I could hear my mom warring with the new laundry machine she had installed again.
I opened the door to see Ethan. He looked pale and saddened by something. I hadn't seen him since the previous afternoon.
"Dude," I started. "What's wrong?"
He held back a tear.
"Bebe's dead. She died last night in her sleep."
Chapter 2Edit
Everything about that Sunday night seemed different. It was amorphous, the feeling was. Unidentifiable. It was a feeling most of Sunset Valley never knew. Never thought about expecting.
Foul play was rumored around the death of Bebe Hart.
Ethan had came inside and told me that Bebe was found motionless in her bed by her mother. Apparently, she had died of shock, which was 'natural', though when you live with two certifiably insane parents, others may make the perception of murder. We went to the living room, and sat on the couch. Both of our legs were a bit shaky.
"How do you die of shock? In your sleep?" I asked. The only 'shock' she really knew other then a brief moment of emotion was that of popular culture, like when the famous Emmy Star had been caught in a four-way-relationship scandal.
Ethan shrugged half-heartedly. Then, genius that he was, turned on his 'Encyclopedia Mode'.
"Shock, or acute stress reaction, ASR, is the psychological reaction to something scary or traumatizing. There are various clear symptoms to this," he stopped. "We saw it yesterday."
The wheels in my mind spun to keep up. "So, Bebe had ASR?"
"I believe so. She showed symptoms such as being in a daze, confusion, and she didn't seem quite in the conversation we had with her. Detachment. In the state she was in, it would have likely developed PTSD. Posttraumatic stress disorder."
My mom walked in suddenly, and gave me a hug. I struggled for air.
"Mom!" I said muffled. "You're killing me!"
I regretted saying the words as soon as they escaped my mouth.
"Oh dear," she said, stroking my hair. Someone had called her about the death. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Everything's gonna be alright, okay?"
I told her Ethan already told me the story. She asked me thousands of questions, like "Did you know her from school?" and "Were you good friends."
Ten minutes later, my mom allowed us to have our privacy once more.
Ethan took a few seconds to remember where he left off.
"So, you have the psychological effect of shock, and then you have the physical effect. Then you have the physical effect. Circulatory shock.
I payed (barely) enough attention in the CPR coarse at our school to know what that was. More or less.
"Like a hemorrhagic shock, when you go into shock because of rapid bloodloss?"
Ethan nodded. "But Bebe didn't bleed at all. So, the arteries in and around her heart were obscured, and the flow of blood was impaired, causing a cardiac arrest."
I nodded. He could have just said 'Heart attack' instead of giving me a biology lesson.
"I could be wrong, though. But I think she might have done something other then simply going to bed to induce the heart attack. I simply don't see a nightmare as being the main cause."
"She complained about nightmares at the diner," I pointed out. "So she would have had trouble sleeping. Maybe she took some sleeping pills to help her."
"Good eye."
"My eyes have nothing to do with it." I said, and smiled.
"Good mind, then." he said. The tension of the room wasn't as great.
"From a genius, that's a really nice compliment."
He moved closer to me and kissed me on the lips. It was long. Passionate. I closed my eyes, and kissed him back.
Our lips parted after a few moments, and our eyes met. We gazed in each other's, searching for the other's reaction.
"I...that was interesting." I said. If I had a spare leg, I would've kicked myself for saying something that pathetic.
He jumped from his seat. Silently, he walked to the front door. Or skipped. I couldn't tell the difference.
From a different world, he said "See you tomorrow."
So yeah. I basically hooked up with somebody while talking about cardiac arrests. Cool, huh?
Chapter 3 Edit
The next day was uncanny. The entire schoolday routine seemed disrupted as a dark mood hung over it.
At 09:00, my grade were ushered by teachers to listen to a priest help consult us about life and how precious it is. Some people cried. Others couldn't care less.
After a day that passed in the span of centuries, the bell rang to signify it being three in the afternoon.
I seized my bag and swung it over my shoulders. For the last period, we had Literature, and continued reading a book called Unicorns for Audrey.
I hadn't seen Ethan throughout the day. It was both a relief and a disappointment.
I walked down the steps of the school and decided that I would be walking home The bus was full, and I hated riding with other people.
I walked, bag slung over shoulder, past the theater, only to stop dead in my tracks.
Exiting the grocery store was Michael Bachelor, the dubbed 'Jock' of the school. He was a lawbreaker at times who often stayed at home. Illness my butt, I'd always say.
The fact that he wasn't at school for the nineteenth time this semester wasn't what surprised me.
He looked exactly like Bebe Hart the day before she died. Exhausted beyond measurement. Confused. In a daze. Unwashed.
He was only fifteen feet away from me. I think I could have went up to him and kindly ask him what the problem was. I think I could have patted his back kindly, telling him he was probably just suffering from some stress for the exams. Perhaps I could have warned him about the dangers of taking too many sleeping pills in one swallow.
But, in truth, I just hurried past him, keeping my head low and trying to hope for the best.
My body rocketed up into a sitting position. I was breathing heavily, and cold sweat ran down my forehead.
I looked to my right. The alarm clock read 05:38 in green digits, explaining the darkness.
I scanned the room for any abnormalities. I tried to assure myself that what made me wake up was purely cognitive. A simple noise that my dreams deceived to be real.
The voice was a whisper. Barely audible.
"Hello?" I called into the darkness. "Mom? Molly?"
Why would either of them come into my room at this hour?
River...' the voice sounded again. It was female, and when I heard it, a feeling of remembrance struck my senses.
My mouth felt dry. A tremor shot through my spine.
"Hol-Holl-Holly?" I asked. "Holly?"
There was no doubt. Holly's dulcet voice was golden. Unique.
I wanted to reconvene into my sleep. I wanted to ignore the fact that my classmate had intruded my home.
Help....help me...please...
"Holly!" I yelled, and threw the bedsheet out of my path. I scurried to the tip of the bed, jumped off from all fours, landed with a thud, and bolted out the room.
Holly must have gotten injured someone and reached our house for assistance.
"Holly! Where are you!?"
I turned the light on, and jumped back. My scream tore through the night air.
"Holly! Holly!" I screamed, the body of my friend motionless and pale.
River... the voice of the body whispered again. Holly's lips didn't move.
In a different dimension, consciousness, to see my mom shaking me to awake.
"River, River," she repeated, until my eyes opened.
"Come on. You're gonna be late for school."
Chapter 4Edit
School passed in a blur. Throughout the day, I was oblivious to all the pieces of advice my educators gave me for the forthcoming exam and to all the other trivial little things that made my usual days so mimicking of the previous one.
The only thing I focused on was Holly Alto.
Tauntingly, she seemed as optimistic to be in school as ever. Where I had nearly relieved my bladder in fear the previous night, she had slept soundly in her mansion.
Even though my eyes were strongly transfixed on her in nearly every classroom, we didn't converse at all.
When I was about two and a half periods away from sweet (temporary) freedom from the school, standing at my locker and searching for my science book, Ethan walked behind to me. He kissed the back of my neck.
"Good Watcher!" I exclaimed. "You shocked me, idiot!"
He put on a face of fake pain. "Oh, that was rude!" he said. "Now what am I going to do with," he reached into his pockets, and pulled out two thin tickets. "these?"
I grabbed one. It was for an exclusive seat at the local Bistro.
"Wow..." I was slightly flabbergasted that he spent §500 per person for them.
"You, me, tonight, Bistro." he said, and casually pulled out my science book from his bag.
"You stole this?" I my arm made another grab. "Seriously, a wallet is understandable. A science book, not so much."
He put his hands on my shoulders, and pulled me closer. He kissed my forehead, then moved to my ear.
"I had to get you here at the right time."
"Aww," I smile. "That's so romantic. In a pickpocketing kind of way."
He frowned, and his brow creased.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yeah, totally." I lied.
His stare made me a bit uncomfortable. The way he seemed to know I was lying by looking into my eye was creepy.
"Cool," he said. "I'll pick you up at seven."
After several of owning a television and countless nights of total boredom, I became a master of trivia.
When I couldn't sleep, I would always go sit in front of the T.V. with a blanket draped over me to watch the late-night reruns of reality game shows I never cared about enough to watch, like Top Trivia. This pasttime has given me an abundance of common knowledge to use in my daily life.
A romantic dinner with a genius like Ethan would have surely required skills in the way of charm, conversation and mathematics.
Don't get me wrong. I don't see him as a geek or anything, though he tended to always sound like one in class.
I'm not really one to talk, as he's the one with an A and I'm the one with the B-.
The night had a stunning lack of things I didn't comprehend coming out of his mouth. He was likely playing dumb for my benefit.
"So," I said, taking a sip of my soda. We were the only couple in the crowded room, and the only one not consuming any alcohol. "how's life?"
Wow, I thought, what an interesting and vague question.
"Pretty good." he said. I kinda got the feeling he was looking at me purposely when he said the words, not just to maintain good-manners.
I could feel my cheeks redden.
Speaking of red, our buttered lobster came served on a silver plate. We started to dine and chatted about a wide array of topics. Firstly about the up-and-coming exams. We both would start next Monday with History, then Science, then we had a day off to study at home, and from that day the order of what we wrote would be different. For example, when I was supposed to write English the next day, he would write Math.
When both of us were tired of talking about the hardships that were to come, we steered the topic to family life.
The conversation then bounced from topic to topic, and yet we both disregarded our desires to talk about Bebe. Death was, after all, quite a taboo topic when spending evening with a date.
Then again, we did more-or-less hook up talking about heart failure.
When it was past nine, he drove me home before kissing me with a deep affection that can only be described as true, unbreakable love. And he payed the bill at the Bistro.
The combination made it the best date I ever had.
Chapter 5Edit
I knew I was dreaming when my surroundings became clear.
I longed for that clarity to disintegrate.
I was in a foreign world of mist and trees that loomed over me. The sun was blocked out by their branches, and the time was incapable of being guessed.
The grass below me was long-dead by the lack of sunlight, but in a way, was a darkish green color. When I moved my feet, they let out a dry crispy sound as my shoes crushed them.
I was dressed in my pajama's. Exactly the ones I wore when I went to bed.
Then, a dark figure moved through the fog to me.
I took a step back. Another. Another.
The figure was humanoid, but far from human. It had a dark black veil that reached from his head down to...where his legs should have been. On his chest was a diamond like shape. Just above it, exposed bones showed clearly.
In his fleshless hands, he held a weapon of terror. Connected to the tip of the long wooden was a turned blade. A scythe.
I felt him watching me, but where his head should have been, was darkness. Like a hole. A void.
I noticed a black fog justify against the grayer fog around it. It rose from below his robe, and followed him with each movement.
"Hello River."
When he spoke, it was the most horrifying sound I have ever heard. It had the darkest timbre a voice could have, and supporting each sound was the pain, suffering, distress and agony of every person in a thousand centuries.
"My name is Grim Reaper."
Inside me, emotions surfaced. His presence was the most brutal punishment she had ever been bestowed on. My mind was stormed with thoughts of tragic events and disturbing scenarios unfolding.
I wanted to ask what he wanted, but I knew it he was aware of my question.
"My intentions are something you will never understand. Only experience."
He took half a step forward, perhaps just to frighten me. It worked. I spun on my heels and darted into the fog. I ran into the heart of the fog, where it the most strongest. I cried for help. I screamed and shouted and chocked on my own words.
I heard the Grim Reaper approaching, and my heart stopped.
I woke up to the sound of screaming. It was my own.
Molly threw the door open, fully dressed in casual wear, and rushed to my bed.
"What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" she said/shouted.
I didn't reply. Couldn't. My lips were numb and my knuckles sweaty. My limbs shook violently, and I struggled to get back my default breathing routine.
Holly put her hand to my forehead.
"Be right back." she said, and ran back out the room.
The child within me, the one that always got scared when she had a nightmare, wished she wasn't alone. The image of the monster was still clear.
Very clear indeed.
Molly came in with a glass filled with water.
"Drink up, though do so slowly."
The water was an elixir from the most talented and experienced herbalist on the planet. It streamed down my throat most welcomed, and calmed my nerves as I never thought a liquid was capable of.
I turned to put it on my nightstand, and nearly dropped it in mid air.
"It's 09:32!"
"Yes," Molly said, stopping me from hasting out of the bed. "Though you're not going to school today."
My head tilted to the side in confusion.
"I'm not? Why?"
Her eyes betrayed a gloom. Not sadness, just gloom.
"Two teenagers were found dead in their different homes last evening. They think there's a serial killer. Your mom said there's too much of a risk staying here, so we're leaving."
Chapter 6 Edit
"Mom!" I said, trying to start an argument and come to a result.
My mom just continued packing her bags.
"Mom, come on! Please be rational!"
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she pulled out a shirt from the wardrobe.
"I am."
"No, you're not. You're being the opposite."
She dropped the shirt into the bag and turned to me.
"I'm your mother, and you're my responsibility. If something happens to you, it would be my fault and it would break my heart."
"Exams start next week!"
"They're likely going to call it off." my mom said.
My head titled. "They can do that?"
"They will, if this continues. Three kids a week is a tragedy and a warning."
Parker Langerak and Lawrence Lum had both died in their sleep like Bebe. The similarities were awfully plentiful.
"And besides," my mom continued. "Other families are doing the same as us. We're not the only ones going."
That wasn't comforting. The town was in fear of a killer, and I doubted he wouldn't follow his intended victims.
My mom said we would depart that night, so I had a few hours to myself. She had to leave to pick up some things from work, and gave me a dire warning.
"Molly's out, too. Sandi's in her crib sleeping and I want you to take care of her. I'm locking the front door on my way out, and don't open it for anybody."
She asked if I remembered where the newly installed alarm was, and I pointed to the button in the dinning room.
"That one, and the one in the hall."
She left, promising to return in less then an hour.
I was still in pajamas, so I went to get dressed into more casual attire. When I was done, I went to the couch to take a small power nap, but my thoughts obstructed me from doing so.
The nightmare was still clear. Vivid, even.
"Hello!?" someone at the door shouted. I knew who it was nearly instantly.
"Hey Ethan." I went to the door, and gasped when I opened them.
"Is there an sleeplessness epidemic or something?" My tone was less the joking.
"I think so."
Behind him, his sister, Lisa stood, yawning loudly.
Ethan and Lisa looked almost like Bebe and Parker did before their deaths; plagued by a nearly uniform exhaustion.
I doubted I looked much better.
We went to the living room. Ethan and Lisa sat next to each over, while I stood against the wall.
Ethan took a while to ask an obviously urgent question. "What did you dream about last night?"
It was an interesting question. One I wouldn't have used to start a conversation.
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"So you did dream about the Grim Reaper?" Lisa asked.
I was flabbergasted for a moment.
Ethan took a deep breath. "So did we."
I was silent. I didn't get what he was saying. It entered my ears and brain, but it failed to register.
"I..." Ethan started. "Woke up screaming. I ran to check if everybody was okay, then...Lisa woke up."
"Screaming." Lisa added.
"I asked her what was wrong, and she told me the dream she had...River...this is weird."
"I...I don't know..."
"Are we going to die?" Lisa asked blandly. No emotion, no fear.
"Don't talk like that." I said. I said it to calm myself.
"I...I called Holly Alto." Ethan went on. "My mom told me about the deaths. I called to see if she was okay, because my dad said he was worried she would, as a rich kid, be next in these string of deaths. She had the same dream. A dream of a man in a cloak holding a scythe. I think every teen in town had it."
Chapter 7Edit
Dr. Simmons
My, oh my, Dr. Simmons! It's been ages since I've last contacted you. It's your friend and ex-medical school classmate, Royce here.
I would like to congratulate you on your recent success firstly. My, you are truly re-imagining the working of Sims' brains and circulatory systems! You are quite heard of, more so in smaller towns. I'm currently in Riverview, working on autopsies, etc, etc, in means of earning funds. Gosh, the recession has truly caught us all, has it not?
Now, my main reason for getting in touch with you. Recently, a body of a young girl identified as River McIrish was found in her bed. There was no obvious signs of death; no blunt trauma, suffocation, anything.
I did see obvious signs of sleep deprivation, and upon further inspection, could see no major cardiac arrest signs or anything of the sort. It's as though she died for no reason other than lack of sleep, but instead of being cured, sleep killed her.
Please, I ask of your assistance to help investigate the cause of death, as the board are not pleased with the results I gave them. This would have not have worried me so much if I didn't hear that the girl came from Sunset Valley, where similar deaths have been reported.
A kind of plague, Simmons, is the only possibility. 'Deathly Dreams', as I dubbed it. I ask of your assistance, along with a psychologist who specializes in insomnia and dreaming, in hunting down the cause of this.
I hope you will think this over, and realize that lives are at stake here.
Hope to hear from you soon,
- Jebidiah Wilson'
Chpater 8 Edit
It was two weeks after I first heard River was dead.
At first, I didn't want to believe it. We knew something was wrong, and yet we didn't act.
I liked her. She was really, really pretty.
Would things have been different if we did something? Maybe.
The second I heard another teenager had been found dead, I cracked. I had another dream of 'Grimmy Reaper', as some of the other kids had dubbed him. Turns out, everyone had the same dream.
None of the parents believed us. So the teens started to desperately try to escape town. Some hid in the days, others just went on like nothing was wrong.
The town was horribly different. Nobody went to the park, school was canceled, a curfew was enforced by the authorities, and nobody dared leave home without a phone.
I also tried to convince my parents along with Lisa. Again they didn't believe us. It was ridiculous.
Then we heard, from Holly, about a group coming to investigate what was happening in the town. Holly told us that her dad was the one funding the project.
Why? She didn't know. Likely to gain voters in his campaign to become mayor of Sunset Valley. Or to make sure there are still people living in Sunset Valley by the time the election starts.
"According to the stuff I found in his office," Holly said over the phone, "He's to fund Jebidiah Wilson from Riverview, and Marc Brandt from some place called Twinbrook to, and I quote, 'search for the cause of the recent deaths'. Geez, §50 000."
"Thanks for your help, Holly."
"No prob--" I could hear her yawn.
"Haven't been sleeping either, huh?"
"No, I've cut it back to two nights a week."
I knew that even two nights a week was a massive risk to take.
"Okay, well, hope everything gets better. Have a nice afternoon."
I made a mental note to search the town the next day to see if I find anyone named 'Wilson' or 'Brandt'.
As I walked to my room, I could hear my sister snoring from behind her closed bedroom door. Each loud inhale made me wince with guilt.
Chapter 9 Edit
"Wakey-wakey Ethan."
My eyes shot open to the sound of the menacing voice from my dreams. I was in central park...no, I wasn't really in central park...was I?
"It's time for us to have some fun, Ethan."
I jumped from the pavement. Almost instantly I fell back down.
The voice laughed at my misfortune.
I tried to look for the hidden evil. The swings rocked slightly forward as the wind blew, and the pond rippled.
"Ah!" I crawled back as a shadowy figure darted past. It disappeared moments later into utter nothingness.
"Show yourself!" I screamed, fearing for my life. Next to me a plank of some sort lay. I grabbed it.
"Come now, Ethan, do you honestly think that that's going to help you?"
The voice was coming from all around me now. It was impossible to guess its source.
"For the last time, stay--" I started, before the plank transformed in a flash from defender to attacker. It thinned, deflated, and became a snake like monster the size of my arm.
"Please, no!" I tried to run again, the snake-thing slithering behind me. The wind grew powerful. A sudden gust send me falling head-over-heels.
Then the ground was gone.
And I spiraled to my doom.
Chapter 10 Edit
"Ethan, Ethan!" Lisa was shaking me violently, calling out my name with growing hysteria.
"Wait...wait I'm awake..." I said, almost saying "I'm alive".
"Ethan, I found him."
"Found who?"
"Wilson. The man named Wilson."
I was sitting now, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Holly Alto standing in the doorway. I made a quick attempt at a wave before asking, "How'd you know that name was important?"
"You were..." Lisa started, before taking a breath. "You were talking in your sleep. You said something about a man named 'Wilson'. Holly came over and I hoped she'd know something. She told me the whole story and...and then we went out to find him."
"We came back by the time you started screaming." Holly said and looked down at her shoes. She was swaying a bit, then quickly regained her composure.
"Apparently he and Marc Brandt have set up some whole investigation into all these deaths."
"Where can we find them?" I asked.
"The abandoned warehouse." Holly answered.
"Let's go, then."


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At the moment I have much more of a tan than I did at my wedding and for an every day look at this time of year I normally wouldn't even bother with foundation, but since I'm making a bit more of an effort with this look I applied the No 7 Instant Radiance Foundation (£12.50) in Wheat. In my opnion the No 7 foundations don't get nearly enough credit and mention in Blogiverse. Not only are they great value for money, but the matching service means that you will definitely get a shade that is as close to your skin tone as possible for a perfect seamless match. The radiance foundation is a lovely and light medium coverage foundation that adds a nice warm and natural glow to your skin but without that heavy, caked feeling on your skin. It's fairly long lasting so it should stand a fair chance during these hot sweltering days we've been having lately. Now, I know that a lot of wedding looks are quite soft, natural and paired down, but I like a defined eye - always have and always will and it's a look I wear most days of the year. So for my wedding makeup I didn't want the complete opposite or something totally out of character since after all, this is the day of all days to feel comfortable and great about yourself, so my makeup artist and I decided to do a lighter version of a defined eye that was still in keeping with what I would usually emphasize, using slightly softer colors
The only mascara for me at the moment, which you'll probably remember from my July favourites, is Bourjois Volume 1 Seconde Mascara (£9.99). Already from the start it has just the right texture, as if it's been used for a while and the wide, firm brush makes it very easy to apply layers upon layers to quickly volumise and shape the lashes as much as you want in a few seconds and the effect is amazing. It's very long lasting but also easy to remove in the evening. I'm very lucky with my eye lashes and even the bottom ones are fairly long, but these days many mascaras with their wacky and strangely shaped wands make it tricky to get a nice and smudge free application. The solution to that issuette is the famous Clinique Bottom Lash Mascara (£13) which has the tiniest brush I've ever seen, making messy lines under your bottom lashes a thing of the past. I prefer to use the shade brown since I personally am not a fan of the lower lashes being too distinct and spider leggy and I think it works well, even with black mascara on the upper lashes.
Sleek MakeUp Blush (£4.49) in the most stunning shade ever - Rose Gold. I love this romantic coral shade with its golden shimmer, that makes your cheeks look so dewy and glowy making it perfect for a romantic occasion. The consistency is silky smooth and blendable and the blusher is so richly pigmented that you only need to dab your brush in it to get enough product for both cheeks - in the photo I've literally just lightly swept the brush over the apples of my cheeks, and as you can see that's more than enough for a radiant finish. When I tried to recreate my wedding day look I wasn't surprised at all to see that I had almost identical shades for all the products but one - the one item that I had to rummage around for was a lip colour and the closest I could find in my stash was the L'Oréal L'Extraordinaire Liquid Lipstick (£8.99) in Rose Symphony. This is supposedly a dupe for the fantastic YSL Glossy Stains, and there are definitely a lot of similarities. Let's look at the formula; it's soft, moisturising, silky, non sticky, intensely pigmented and with a brilliant glossy shine and it comes with a great flexible doe foot applicator. It's long lasting and when the shine has faded you're left with a noticeable stain that lasts literally ALL day. It's an excellent product and definitely a more affordable option to YSL. Rose Symphony is a warm vermillion pink shade, and although the colour I wore on my wedding day had more coral in it and the finish was not quite as glossy, the overall look is very similar. I had so much fun recreating the look again and now I'm off to pack a bag since apparently I'm going away somewhere, and I mustn't forget to take all these items with me so I can create the same look for this evening.


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Go for Lunch at Hi-Collar, the East Village's Japanese Coffee and Sake Bar
On a street dominated by specialized Japanese restaurants, newcomer Hi-Collar brings something unique to the area that you didn't realize you were missing—until you stumble upon it. Wedged next to Curry-ya, Hi-Collar is a sliver of a restaurant that's more of a bar. With only 13 stools, this place is best for solo dining or small groups.
Hi-Collar is a kissaten, a Japanese-style coffee house. Its motto of "flirting with the West" permeates the lunch menu, which consists of popular Western-inspired Japanese dishes.
What's New On Serious Eats
What's currently selling out before mid-afternoon is the Katsu Sandwich ($8). A thick slab of berkshire pork is breaded and fried, then placed between two slices of crustless white bread with a smear of sweet tonkatsu sauce. Juicy and a little fatty, the sandwich is kept light by the soft, almost dainty, bread.
Speaking of things selling like hot cakes, they serve their own version of pancakes called, fittingly, Hot Cakes ($6.50). Two round spongy cakes are served with a dusting of powdered sugar and sides of orange marmalade and maple syrup. They're your classic pancake but with an impressively fluffy texture.
If you want eggs for the first meal of the day, you can do no wrong with the Tamago Sandwich ($6.50). A thick piece of grilled Japanese-style omelette rests on a layer of cucumber and mustard-mayo, also between slices of crustless bread. Faintly spicy mustard and buttery egg add richness, and there's a large spoonful of peach yogurt on the side to finish it off.
If you're particularly famished, order the Omurice ($9). The Western-style omelette blankets a hefty mound of rice seasoned with sweet tomato sauce and bits of pork.
There are two items that change their ingredients daily: the Daily Pasta ($8.50) and the HIC Shokudou ($13). The day I went in, the pasta was wafu-kinkoko oroshi, which roughly translates to "Japanese-style Mushroom and Grated Daikon." Cold grated daikon radish and warm marinated enoki mushrooms were served on a bed of al dente spaghetti, then topped with shredded dried seaweed and shiso leaves. Mixed together, the slightly pungent daikon countered the saltiness of the mushrooms. It's a refreshing dish served at room temperature.
The shokudou is a more formidable spread, served on a tray with multiple dishes arranged in a highly aesthetic manner (as Japanese dishes tend to be). On tone visit, the main dish was sukiyaki with miso paste. Thinly sliced beef is cooked in a red miso stew with green veggies, tofu, and an egg. The side dishes include rice, sliced daikon with seaweed, fish cakes, and a bowl of tofu miso soup.
As a kissaten, Hi-Collar takes great pride in their coffee, with specialty beans from Counter Culture, Toby's Estate, Porto Rico Co. Get the Siphon coffee for the visual theater of its chemistry set brewing method. At $5.80 it's by no means cheap, but that's a better price that you'll find at some other coffee shops. Served in worn tea cups or traditional Japanese ceramics, it's as much about the experience as the flavor.
Another kissaten staple is dessert, and Hi-Collar doesn't disappoint, offering sundaes and freshly made cakes. The best is the Chocolate Parfait ($8.50). Served in a tall glass, it comes with chocolate and vanilla gelato from Ciao Bella, coffee jelly cubes, and crunchy homemade granola.
A cafe by day and a sake bar by night, Hi-Collar brings two highlights of Japanese cuisine under one roof. There's food at dinner, but it's a different menu, so plan your visit accordingly.
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The DHS May Have (Publicly) Dumped Its License Plate Database Plans But It Still Has Access To Millions Of Records
from the horrible-'setback'-puts-the-DHS-right-back-in-its-original-position dept
As we recently covered, the DHS and ICE asked for bids for a nationwide license plate database before killing off the plan a few days later, apparently realizing more massive government surveillance wasn't exactly what Americans were looking for at this point in time.
But all is not what it seems. As Kade Crockford at PrivacySOS points out, contrary to what's been reported by a majority of the coverage on this issue, the government doesn't need to build a nationwide license plate database because it already has access to one.
[C]ontrary to widespread understanding, DHS' solicitation for bids had nothing to do with asking a contractor to build a nationwide license plate tracking database. Such a database already exists. The solicitation was more than likely merely a procedural necessity towards the goal of obtaining large numbers of agency subscriptions to said database, so that ICE agents across the country could dip into it at will, as many have been doing for years already. There was never a plan to "build" a plate database. A database almost exactly like the one DHS describes is a current fact. It is operated by a private corporation called Vigilant Solutions, contains nearly two billion records of our movements, and grows by nearly 100 million records per month.So, instead of being a "win" for privacy-minded Americans, it's not even a tie. The government already has access to collected plate records. It was just looking to expand its existing access. Plate readers, some operated by federal government agencies like the CBP, are adding millions of records a day, and these records are loosely governed by a patchwork of state and local statutes, most of which allow for the retention of "non-hit" data for periods as long as five years.
As I pointed out in my post detailing the cancellation of the bid solicitation, nothing much changes for ICE. It, like many, many, many, OH MY GOD THERE'S SO MANY other law enforcement agencies (click on that pulldown menu and get ready for a whole lot of scrolling), already has warrantless access to a variety of license plate databases. And, as I noted when the news of the bid solicitation first hit, Vigilant seemed to be vying for the top spot, having recently sent out a press release touting its ALPRs' effectiveness in fighting crime, as well as filing a lawsuit against the state of Utah for violating its First Amendment rights by preventing it from setting up shop.
Crockford goes further in his earlier post on the subject, suggesting a national contract with Vigilant is as good as signed.
The department doesn't intend to build its own license plate reader database, and it isn't asking corporations to build one. Instead, it is seeking bids from private companies that already maintain national license plate reader databases. And because it's the only company in the country that offers precisely the kind of services that DHS wants, there's about a 99.9 percent chance that this contract will be awarded to Vigilant Solutions. (Mark my words.)So, apparently all that's really been achieved is the removal of the bidding process from the public eye. Vigilant may already be in the process of hooking ICE up to the ALPR database mainline and everyone involved is now just waiting for the furor over massive domestic surveillance to die down. The privacy concerns are even less likely to be addressed now that the process has been pushed out of the sunlight. As a private company, Vigilant has the luxury of ignoring constitutional issues, leaving that up to its customers to sort out. All it wants to do is be the top company in the ALPR business. Everything else is someone else's problem.
According to documents obtained by the ACLU, ICE agents and other branches of DHS have already been tapping into Vigilant's data sets for years. So why did the agency decide to go public with this solicitation now? Your guess is as good as mine, but it may simply be a formality so that the agency can pretend as if there was actually robust competition in the bidding process.
The bottom line is: nothing was avoided or prevented here. It was a momentary setback for ICE itself, but the government (including entities on state and local levels) already has millions of license plate records to sift through, with millions more being generated every single day.
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10,000th Graduate Center Doctorate Awarded, First Recipient Honored
Honorary Degrees Given to Lena Horne and Roger Hertog
James Oakes, Award-Winning Historian of Lincoln and American Slavery, Was Speaker
11 a.m., Thursday, May 28, 2009, Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center, 10 Lincoln Center Plaza (Columbus Avenue & 65th Street).
This year, the Graduate Center awarded its 10,000th Doctorate. Daniel Robinson, a philosophy professor at Oxford University who was the first to receive a Graduate Center doctoral degree in 1965, returned to be honored and to hood Kristen Case, this year's student speaker who represented the 10,000th recipient.
Historical context:
At the first commencement, there were two Ph.D.s given out: one to Barbara Stern (English) and one to Daniel Robinson (Psychology). By alphabetical order, Robinson was the first to receive a diploma, though the degrees were technically awarded simultaneously, when the faculty voted to accept the candidates. Another distinguished alum, Stern was a professor at Rutgers for many years; she died this past January.
James Oakes, Distinguished Professor of History at the Graduate Center; leading historian of 19th-century America and co-recipient of the 2008 Lincoln Prize for his book The Radical and the Republican: Frederick Douglass, Abraham Lincoln, and the Triumph of Antislavery Politics.
Commencement Address
Doctor of Humane Letters to Lena Horne, legendary actor, singer, and civil rights activist.
Doctor of Humane Letters to Roger Hertog, influential philanthropist in the arts, culture, and education.
President's Distinguished Alumni Medal to Daniel Robinson, scholar renowned for his work in philosophy and psychology.
410 Doctorates and 39 Master's degrees awarded.
James Oakes -- Commencement Speaker
James Oakes, Distinguished Professor of History at the Graduate Center and holder of the Humanities Chair, is one of the leading historians of nineteenth-century America. His early work focused on the South, examining slavery as an economic and social system that shaped Southern life. His more recent work examines antislavery thinking in the North and the political processes that led to emancipation. His books include The Ruling Race: A History of American Slaveholders and Slavery and Freedom: An Interpretation of the Old South. In 2008, he was awarded the Lincoln Prize, one of the most generous and prestigious awards in the field of American history, for his book The Radical and the Republican: Frederick Douglass, Abraham Lincoln, and the Triumph of Antislavery Politics.
Lena Horne -- Doctor of Humane Letters
Performing artist Lena Mary Calhoun Horne made her stage, recording, and movie debuts in the 1930s. She soon became an international star in all media, maintaining her career while facing discrimination personally and professionally. She won three Grammy Awards, including a Lifetime Achievement Award, and a Tony Award for her one-woman show. She is also the winner of an NAACP Image Award; a Sammy Cahn Lifetime Achievement Award; American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP) Awards; Drama Desk Awards; and New York Drama Critics Circle Awards. A tireless fundraiser for civil rights causes and an advocate for racial integration, Ms. Horne was a pivotal figure in the twentieth-century struggle for racial equality and social justice.
Roger Hertog -- Doctor of Humane Letters
Businessman Roger Hertog, an alumnus of City College, is a supporter of the arts, culture, and education in New York City. He has served on the Board of Directors of the New-York Historical Society since 2003 and has been chairman since 2007. He is also on the Board of Directors of the New York Philharmonic and the Board of Trustees of the New York Public Library. His interests extend to publishing, and he was co-owner of both The New Republic and the New York Sun. Since retiring as vice chairman of the board of Alliance Bernstein in 2006, Mr. Hertog has turned his attention to philanthropy, and in 2007, he was awarded a National Humanities Medal for his "enlightened philanthropy on behalf of the humanities."
Daniel Robinson -- Distinguished Alumni Award
The first person to receive a Ph.D. (in Psychology) from the Graduate Center in 1965, Daniel Robinson is currently on the philosophy faculty at Oxford University and is Distinguished Professor Emeritus of Philosophy at Georgetown. He is the author or editor of 52 books, including the classic Intellectual History of Psychology. His teaching and writings span such subjects as moral philosophy, the philosophy of psychology, legal philosophy, the philosophy of mind, intellectual history, legal history, and the history of psychology—a scope of expertise that he put to work as principal consultant for the award-winning PBS series The Brain and The Mind. Robinson has also served as president of, and been honored by, two divisions of the American Psychological Association.
Kristen Case -- Student Speaker and 10,000th Degree Representative
Kristen Case is a 2009 Graduate of the Ph.D. Program in English. She is the recipient of a Robert E. Gileece Fellowship, as well as the English program's Millennium Dissertation Award. Ms. Case received a Masters of Fine Arts in poetry from Brooklyn College, and has published poems in The Iowa Review, Chelsea, The Saint Ann's Review, and The Brooklyn Review. She was the 2004 recipient of the Iowa Award, the annual poetry prize of The Iowa Review. Her essay "On Reading The Cantos: A Pragmatic Approach" was published in Southwest Review last year.
Chancellor Goldstein, President Kelly, distinguished guests, members of the platform party and faculty, my fellow graduates and their family and friends, it is a tremendous honor to be speaking to you today. To my fellow graduates: as I contemplated what I wanted to say to all of you, it occurred to me that we have a lot in common. For one thing, we all chose a rather difficult time to graduate, and many of us, myself included, are struggling with the question of what comes next. But there are some other things that we share as well.
As a group, we are probably quite a bit different from the graduates attending similar ceremonies at other universities in the city and around the country this month. More of us were born outside the United States; more of us worked before we attended graduate school; more of us are people of color; more of us are raising families. Our lives as scholars have been shaped by the genuine diversity of our colleagues.
Most of us also share the experience of teaching within the CUNY system. During my time at the Graduate Center I have taught students with mental and physical disabilities, students for whom English is a second language, and many students who worked full-time in addition to attending college. I taught students who were preparing to serve in Iraq or Afghanistan, and students returning from those wars. I taught a 55-year-old night nurse who attended class at 6 p.m. before her shift, and was often sleeping in the empty classroom before I arrived. I taught a 25-year-old single mom who brought her daughter to class when school was cancelled. I taught a student who was homeless. I'm sure most of you have similar stories. Finding ways to connect our scholarly work to the realities our students brought to class has been, for many of us, one of the greatest challenges of our time in graduate school.
As graduates of the CUNY Graduate Center, we share the experience of working with leading scholars in our respective fields. And because these scholars come from within the CUNY colleges, they too understand the way academic work must answer to the real world as reflected by the classrooms at Queens, or LaGuardia, or John Jay College. I am grateful to my own extraordinary mentor, Joan Richardson, for many things, but I am most grateful to her for helping me trace the significance of my studies back to the world outside the library.
Often, on my way from Brooklyn to the Graduate Center, I would spot another student on the train, reading an academic book and scribbling notes in the margins. Like me, she was on her way to a seminar, maybe from work. I would bet that we have all, at one time or another, done work on the subway, and this image—of a student, immersed in her reading and yet aware of the passengers around her, aware of the swaying of the car and the blocks flying by overhead—seems to me an appropriate emblem of what it is that we have to offer.
As we all know, this is a challenging moment for higher education. But such moments, while frightening, hold tremendous possibility. As graduates of a public university, we have a profound role to play in the transformations this moment makes possible. A society in which intellectual life is not a commodity reserved for a few, but a public good, available to all, and in which scholarship is informed by and responsible to, real-world experience, is possible. Budget cuts and hiring freezes notwithstanding, I believe it may be more possible—and it is certainly more necessary—now than at anytime in recent memory. Those of us who have done our work on the subway are particularly well-equipped to help make this possibility a reality. Thank you, and congratulations.
I assume that President Kelly's invitation to speak to you this morning is the latest piece of fallout from a book I recently published about Abraham Lincoln. I did not realize while writing it that the bicentennial of Lincoln's birth was approaching, nor could I have known that we were about to elect a president who openly embraces Lincoln as his ideal. This conjunction of events has kept me busy lately. Like many of my fellow historians, I've been besieged with unusual invitations—to speak at the annual black-tie dinner the Abraham Lincoln Club of Wilmington, Delaware, for example, or to do an interview, on Lincoln's 200th birthday, with the national radio of the Czech Republic. I have been asked questions I never imagined I'd ever have to answer: Was Abraham Lincoln Jewish? Was he gay? Were any of his ancestors African? It's easy enough to wave such questions away by just saying no: Lincoln was not Jewish. Neither was he gay. Nor did he have any black ancestors that anyone knows about. But lurking behind this popular interest in Lincoln's identity is a powerful urge on the part of various groups to claim some connection with him, and that urge is something I cannot fully explain, or explain away.
Nor can I wave off so easily some of the other questions put to me in the past year. A few months back, just prior to Barack Obama's inauguration, I was invited to do an interview on Bloomberg television. I hesitated. Bloomberg is a financial news network. What do they want with a historian of 19th-century America? I should have said no.
My concerns heightened when I was introduced to viewers as a presidential historian. Uh, oh, I thought. I write about slavery and antislavery and the coming of the Civil War, so it's not hard for me to talk about Lincoln. But I'm not a presidential historian. What if she starts asking me about Franklin Roosevelt or Lyndon Johnson, or worse, Millard Fillmore or William Henry Harrison? As the beads of sweat began forming on my temples, she threw me her first curve ball: "What," she asked, "will Barack Obama's economic policy be?"
There was no way for me to hide the blank stare spreading over my face. Why couldn't this be a radio interview, I thought to myself. In befuddled ignorance I managed to mutter something to the effect that Obama's policy would likely be different from that of the previous administration.
"How so?" she asked.
After a few more minutes of fumbling, the interview got around to a very different kind of question: "Will Obama be a great president?"
I couldn't answer that one either—nobody can. But at least I could trace the logic behind it. You are an expert on Abraham Lincoln, the interviewer was assuming. Abraham Lincoln was a great president. Therefore you know what it takes for someone to become a great president. Does Barack Obama have what it takes?
I left the interview frustrated, not because I couldn't speculate intelligently about Obama's economic policy, nor because I couldn't predict the fate of his presidency. Rather, I was frustrated because I realized that at that point—at this late date in my career—I still couldn't answer the one question everybody assumes I should be able to answer: What made Abraham Lincoln a great president?
It's a hard question for me because I've never subscribed to what's known as "the Great Man theory of history," a point of view most closely associated with the Scottish historian Thomas Carlyle. He believed that the history of human civilization could be told as a series of biographies of Great Men—those rare individuals who rise above the chaos of events, take history by the horns, and shape it to their wills. I don't think history works that way. On the other hand, I would not go as far as Leo Tolstoy, who believed that history has neither rhyme nor reason, that it is little more than the chaotic flow of unpredictable events. If there are patterns in history, Tolstoy argued, they are the work not of Great Men but of an inscrutable divine providence—this puts history beyond human control and even beyond human understanding. But that can't be right either. I think there are patterns in history, but they are the work less of great men than of ordinary men and women who together create great forces and great movements—human forces and social movements that press against and shape the actions of those who exercise power.
I am close to Tolstoy in one respect. He believed that Abraham Lincoln was the greatest man in all human history, and I am inclined to believe—more modestly—that Lincoln was our greatest president. And so, in a sense, Tolstoy's problem is mine as well: I don't believe in Great Man history, yet I do think that Abraham Lincoln was a Great Man.
How so?
Having failed on Bloomberg television, I went home and thought about the nagging question. What made Lincoln Great? Now, if CNN ever decides to ask me the question, this is what I would say.
There are three things, different but closely related, that made Lincoln great.
The first was his capacity for growth. This was a man who, as a young politician, was little more than a party hack—who in the 1830s used racial demagoguery to attack his political opponents and who, as a lawyer in the 1840s, took cases defending a master's right to reclaim fugitive slaves.
Ten years later Lincoln was refusing to take those cases. In 1854 he began denouncing slavery, publicly and eloquently, and by 1858 he was publicly denouncing racism as well. He continued to grow during his presidency. Only weeks after the war began, Lincoln took the first of several steps that would end in the abolition of slavery, and once he made emancipation the policy of his administration, Lincoln took the next step—toward supporting citizenship and voting rights for blacks. The demagogic hack of the 1830s and 40s had become a determined emancipationist by the 1860s.
Lincoln had not been the first politician to raise his voice against slavery. He was not the first elected official to endorse emancipation during the Civil War. Nor was he the first to support civil rights for the former slaves. He preferred to move with public opinion at his back, and he certainly wanted to make it appear as though he were responding to pressure rather than taking the lead. "I claim not to have controlled events," he once said, "but confess plainly that events have controlled me." There was a vein of fatalism running so deep in Lincoln that some historians see him as essentially passive, "forced into glory," as one critic put it. But then most of history's "Great Men" are, in some sense, forced into glory. What distinguishes the Giants from the Lilliputians is their very different responses to the crises they confront. Not everybody can be forced into glory.
A different person might have been forced into disrepute by the very real pressures urging Lincoln to compromise with the slaveholders, to reject emancipation, and to repudiate civil rights for blacks. There were pressures from every direction. As Frederick Douglass recalled, Lincoln was "assailed by abolitionists; he was assailed by slaveholders; he was assailed by men who were for peace at any price; he was assailed by those who were for a more vigorous prosecution of the war; he was assailed for not making the war an abolition war; and he was most bitterly attacked for making the war an abolition war."
The political skill with which Lincoln negotiated these contradictory pressures is, I believe, the second element of his greatness. He refused to compromise with secession, yet he kept the four border slave states from leaving the Union. He kept the War Democrats loyal, yet he moved steadily toward an emancipation policy that most Democrats despised. He maintained relationships—even cultivated friendships—with radicals and abolitionists who often distrusted him.
So Lincoln's capacity for growth—his embrace of emancipation and his moves toward racial equality—cannot alone account for his greatness. He had to bring a good many skeptical Americans along with him. And that required unsurpassed political skill.
It also required his legendary way with words, his ability to persuade those skeptics—and so I would rank Lincoln's literary gifts third in my list of elements that made him great. His speeches are so impressive and well known that we give them names: the Peoria speech, Cooper Union, the Gettysburg address, the Second Inaugural. But how many of you know about the public letters he began issuing halfway through his presidency as part of a concerted campaign to persuade Northerners to support the war, emancipation, and black troops? They, too, have names familiar to most historians: the Greeley letter, the Corning letter, and the most impressive of them, the Conkling letter—Lincoln's brilliant public reply to critics back in his home state of Illinois who objected to a war for emancipation, especially one in which blacks were allowed to fight along with whites in the Union Army.
"You say you will not fight to free negroes," Lincoln wrote. "Some of them seem willing to fight for you; but, no matter. Fight you, then, exclusively to save the Union." But bear in mind, Lincoln warned, that when this war is over and slavery has been abolished, "there will be some black men who can remember that, with silent tongue, and clenched teeth, and steady eye, and well-poised bayonet, they have helped mankind on to this great consummation; while, I fear, there will be some white ones, unable to forget that, with malignant heart, and deceitful speech, they have strove to hinder it."
I don't want to say that Lincoln was a great president because he wrote beautiful sentences. My point is rather that Lincoln's literary skill was an element of his greatness, precisely because he put it to use. Language was one of his weapons—his "sword," Douglas Wilson calls it. It matters that at critical moments Lincoln wielded that weapon to persuade Northerners that a war for Union had to be a war for universal freedom and equality as well.
Lincoln was not great the way Thomas Carlyle thought men could be great: He did not bestride American history and bend it to his indomitable will. He did not free the slaves with the stroke of his pen. He did not give our otherwise amoral democracy a moral soul. To accomplish what he did, Lincoln needed—among other things—the pressure of the abolitionists, the commitment of the Republican Party, the determination of runaway slaves, and the victory of the Union Army. They were the wind at Lincoln's back, the forces that controlled him, the human forces and social movements he confronted, and to which he chose to respond.
No doubt there are lessons here—and as this is a commencement address, I'm tempted to send all of you newly minted Ph.D.s out with some uplifting words of wisdom from Professor Dumbledore, who once explained to Harry Potter that—not unlike Abraham Lincoln—it was not the talents he possessed that defined him, but the choices he made.
But that's not what I want to say. I often tell my students that in your last paragraph you're allowed to say whatever you want. Here's what I want to say.
Even when we manage to elect the most impressive politician to the highest public office—no matter how fine his convictions, how sharp his political instincts, no matter how intelligent and articulate—there still has to be pressure. Swooning is not enough. Politicians need—and the best of them cultivate—the pressure of public opinion if they are to do the right thing. They want to be forced into glory. The great ones can be.
Daniel N. Robinson
In May of 1965, Daniel N. Robinson became the first person to receive a Ph.D. from the Graduate Center of the City University of New York. He was one of only two doctoral graduates at that first commencement; we have asked him to return today and hood the 10,000th.
But first we want to honor Dr. Robinson for his extraordinary career.
In 1965, a reporter covering that first commencement asked him what he hoped to achieve. He replied that he aspired to the status of a footnote. As the author of eighteen books and the editor of thirty more, he has far exceeded that modest aspiration. Indeed, his book An Intellectual History of Psychology has become a classic in the field; so too Wild Beasts and Idle Humours: The Insanity Defense from Antiquity to the Present, his definitive history of the legal conception of mental competence.
Dr. Robinson is Distinguished Professor Emeritus of Philosophy at Georgetown and a Faculty Fellow at Oxford. He has been a Visiting Professor at Princeton, Columbia, and Amherst. He is a member of the Board of Scholars at Princeton's James Madison Program where he delivered this year's America's Founding and Future address.
Dr. Robinson has served as president of, and has been honored by, two divisions of the American Psychological Association. His teaching and writings span an extraordinary range of interests, including moral philosophy, legal history, the philosophy of the mind, intellectual history, and the history and philosophy of psychology.
Dr. Robinson has served as a consultant to the National Science Foundation, the National Institutes of Health, and the Department of Health and Human Services. PBS drew on his wide-ranging expertise as principal consultant for their award-winning programs The Brain and The Mind. The more than one hundred lectures he has recorded for the Teaching Company have secured his place among America's greatest teachers.
In honoring Dr. Robinson for his accomplishments, we at the Graduate Center, along
with our 9,999 other alumni, are honored by those accomplishments.
It is with pride and admiration that I present Daniel N. Robinson with The Graduate Center President's Distinguished Alumni Medal.
Lena Horne
As a singer, actress, and civil rights activist, you have brought beauty, hope, and enlightenment to millions across the world.
From the legendary Cotton Club in Harlem, you launched a career that encompassed nightclubs, recordings, international concert tours, film, television, and Broadway. One of the most beloved singers of all time, you are emulated by musicians and revered by audiences. In a field in which many careers flare for a few brief moments, yours has endured because it draws from a deep well of talent and experience.
Your voice is a powerful instrument, instantly identifiable and impossible to disregard. It pierces indifference and despair, lifts the spirit, and resonates long after the song has concluded. With incomparable artistry, you have transformed songs such as Stormy Weather and Just One of Those Things into timeless standards. In collaborations with Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn, Charlie Barnet, and Benny Carter, you have shaped a genre that is America's greatest cultural achievement.
Confronted with challenges, you have never recoiled, demonstrating courage in the face of racial discrimination, the Hollywood blacklist, and personal loss. You have transcended the
world of entertainment to become an icon of grace, strength, and integrity.
In gratitude for your singular contribution to American culture, The Graduate Center of
the City University of New York is proud to present you with a Doctor of Humane Letters, honoris causa.
Roger Hertog
As a businessman, philanthropist, and civic leader, you have inspired our city and our nation.
After attending City College, you embarked upon a successful career with Oppenheimer and Company, Sanford Bernstein and Company, and Alliance Capital Management. But you have never restricted your creativity to the world of finance. You have moved with comparable agility in the larger marketplace of ideas.
As a visionary board member and benefactor, you have sustained many of the cultural and educational institutions that define our remarkable city, including the New-York Historical Society, the New York Public Library, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the New York Philharmonic, and the City University of New York.
At Commentary, The New Republic, and The New York Sun, you provoked thoughtful conversation among scholars, diplomats, politicians, community activists—citizens who
care about the life of the mind and value the world of ideas.
At the Manhattan Institute, AEI, the Washington Institute for Near East Policy, and the Shalem Center in Israel, you have energized debate and reconfigured the terms of critical engagement. At the Alexander Hamilton Center for Political Economy at NYU, the Tikvah Project on Jewish Thought at Princeton, and the Tikvah Center for Law and Jewish Thought at the NYU Law School, you have extended the reach of academic inquiry.
You have, in short, been an advocate for informed discussion and enlightened debate.
In gratitude for your steadfast commitment to the vibrancy of intellectual life in America, The Graduate Center of the City University of New York is pleased to present you with a Doctor of Humane Letters, honoris causa.
Submitted on: MAY 28, 2009
Category: Commencements


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