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DUMBYou mean memeplexes?
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Posted on December 29, 2010
Here is a little preview mix for our next Hispanic Panic night at Stereo in Glasgow on the 14th of January. We will be turning Stereo's cave into a steamy rainforest filled with mystery with live music from the Glasgow Drum Circle and the best música selvatica to boogie in a jungle fashion to! All proceeds from the event will be going to a research trip in the Manú national park in the Peruvian Amazon run by Glasgow University students. Listen below or download here.
Alongside some contemporary Peruvian artists and a few jungle related TUNES, the mix has a definite chicha leaning to it. Chicha appeared in the Peruvian amazon "oil boom" towns in the 1970s. Led by bands like Juaneco y su Combo and Los Mirlos, it was a real fusion music mixing surf guitar, indigenous melodies and cumbia rhythms to create a unique stlye called chicha. It has recently been exposed to the world through the fantastic Roots of Chicha Volume 1 & 2 released by Barbes Records.
Posted on December 27, 2010
Boogat, the Spanish spitting Montreal based MC returns with another sure-fire tune. After working with some great producers in the global bass/digital cumbia ilk (El Remolón, Douster, Poirier) he has teamed up this time with Geko Jones (Dutty Artz/Que Bajo?) to produce "Perfection" which is available for free download from Remezcla. The tune is cumbia/salsa/latin dancefloor goodness with some playful lyrics about hablantes de español…
If you want to hear more then check out Boogat's latest mixtape Que Pegue Duro Y Violento mixed by Poirier and watch out for the MC's forthcoming solo album in 2011.
Category: Album Reviews, Artist Showcase Tagged: Cumbia, Free Download, Fusion, Hip-Hop
Posted on December 23, 2010
World's End Girlfriend is Japanese musician/one-man band Katsuhiko Maeda who is behind some of the most genre defying electronic/instrumental music of the past ten years. In one track his music can go seamlessly from lush ambience and post-rock esq. guitar reverb to intense breakbeat rhythms, cut up vocals and fairground madness. Classed as unclassifiable. Check out his beautiful 2001 album "Farewell Kingdom" and his new label Virgin Babylon Records.
As a Christmas present WEG has re-released the 2001 "Xmas Song EP" (first released under the World's End Boyfriend moniker) for free download from the 2nd to the 31st of December. The EP is a lot of fun, lots samples with moments of madness next to moments of beauty, it sums up WEG really. So from WEG and from RnR a Very Merry Happy Christmas.
Category: Free Downloads, Mix Tagged: Christmas, Electronica, Free Download, Fusion, Japan
Posted on December 21, 2010
Thanks to Botella al Mar blog for this. This has to be the only group I know that sing in Tzotzil, a Mayan language spoken in the southern Mexican state of Chiapas. Sak Tzevul, which translates as lightning, are from the town of Zincantán in southern Chiapas. Their sound is, at its simplest, a fusion of rock and marimba with traditional Mayan music. The band however represents a wider project to protect and promote the regional traditions, exposing a younger generation to their own heritage through music and giving a voice to a culture marginalised within Mexico. Here is the video for their song Batz i Son. There is a great biography of the band here (in Spanish). Really interesting stuff.
Category: Album Reviews, Artist Showcase Tagged: Chiapas, Folklore, Fusion, Indigenous, Mexico, Tzotzil
Posted on December 18, 2010
One week to go we bring you a little christmas cheer from Mr Paul White to get you in the mood.
Category: Free Downloads Tagged: Christmas, Instrumental Hip-Hop, Paul White
Posted on December 17, 2010
A while back I happened upon the Peruvian YouTube sensation La Tigressa del Oriente, a leopard-skinned techno-cumbia singer behind tropiclash classics such as "Nuevo Amanecer" and "Anaconda". One of her recent collaborations was with fellow internet memes (!), an Ecuadorian artist called Delfín "hasta el fin", and the young protejé of Peruvian huayno, Wendy Sulca. "En Tus Tierras Bailaré" is like watching a cheap promotional video made by the Israeli tourist board in the 1980s which has been hijacked by three kitsch, superimposed Latin American superheroes. (Watch out for "el pasito del delfín" and the fantastic zoo scenes.)
The video is phenomenal. It is intriguing if just for it's amazing blend of imagery: deep sea diving, windmills, Israeli pastries, parrots, llamas, poppies, cowboys etc are all seemlessy combined. It is also a phenomenon and has reached 6.3million hits on YouTube and countless parodies. However, there is something else going on here. "En Tus Tierras Bailaré" is too good to be true. The project was not orchestrated by the three characters, they never even met when they recorded the song, it was in fact conceived by two advertising men from Buenos Aires and Madrid. It was not produced by a novice with a friend in Lima's central zoo but by grammy award winning music video director Picky Talarico and the music wasn't written by La Tigressa or Delfín but by the Argentinian musician Gaby Kerpel (who I interviewed here a few years back.) Or so they say…
Category: Music Feature Tagged: Culture, Delfín, Gaby Kerpel, Techno-Cumbia, Tropiclash
Posted on December 17, 2010
For anyone who likes to get something for free the internet is the place to be and after all, tis the season! Label Love is a compilation of songs chosen by the heads of a group of great record labels. Vol. 2 features some quality tracks from labels Ninja Tune, One Handed, Plug Research, Tru Thoughts and Ubiquity. A real mix of stuff from Full Crate's "Never Never", a J Dilla mould swayer to Madlinksy's (otherwise known as Zed Bias) garage roller "Ruled by Your Motions".
It is available for download from Bandcamp where you can also pick up the equally excellent Vol. 1.
Category: Album Reviews Tagged: Bandcamp, Free Download, Instrumental Hip-Hop, Label Love, Ninja Tune, Nu-Jazz
Posted on December 13, 2010
As part of my dissertation I am looking into the history of the traditional Brazilian song "Mulher Rendeira" and I thought I would share my findings with the world. I first heard it on the soundtrack to Lima Barreto's film O Cangaceiro and when I realised "Mujer Hilandera", by Peruvian chicha band Juaneco y su Combo , was a Spanish translation of the same song it captured my imagination and got me thinking. Since then I have found 120 versions (and counting!), in 7 languages and from 16 countries. Quite a legacy for a song written by a 1920s cowboy in the Brazilian backlands about his grandmother!
"Olé, Mulher Rendeira, Olé mulhé rendá. Tu me ensina a fazer renda, eu te ensino a namorá"
I will present a different version of the song once every month or so, a feature if you like, and give a little background to the version and try to explain just how the song found itself being sung by the likes of The Shadows, German schlager star Heino and the The San Jose State Concert Choir. Read on to hear about the beginnings of the song and to hear version 1
Category: Mulher Rendeira Tagged: Authenticity, Baião, Brazil, Folklore, Mulher Rendeira, Sertão, Volta Seca
Posted on December 12, 2010
Welcome to the all new Rhythm 'n' Roots! For anyone who remembers it was formerly located here. This blog will concentrate on discussing music new and old, local and global, its effects, innovations, movements, discoveries and interpretations.
To celebrate the return of this blog I have put together the sixth mixtape Rhythm 'n' Roots Volume VI a patchwork of tunes I have become particularly fond of lately. Listen to via Mixcloud below or download here. Tracklisting after the jump.
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God's Translator
by Max Lucado
There were a few occasions in Brazil when I served as a translator for an English speaker. He stood before the audience, complete with the message. I stood at his side, equipped with the language. My job was to convey his story to the listeners. I did my best to allow his words to come through me. I was not at liberty to embellish or subtract. When the speaker gestured, I gestured. As his volume increased, so did mine. When he got quiet, I did, too.
When he walked this earth, Jesus was "translating" God all the time. When God got louder, Jesus got louder. When God gestured, Jesus gestured. He was so in sync with the Father that he could declare, "I am in the Father and the Father is in me" (John 14:11NRSV). It was as if he heard a voice others were missing.
I witnessed something similar to this on an airplane once. I kept hearing outbursts of laughter. The flight was turbulent and bumpy, hardly a reason for humor. But some fellow behind me was cracking up. No one else, just him. Finally I turned to see what was so funny. He was wearing headphones and apparently listening to a comedian. Because he could hear what I couldn't, he acted differently than I did.
The same was true with Jesus. Because he could hear what others couldn't, he acted differently than they did. Remember when everyone was troubled about the man born blind? Jesus wasn't. Somehow he knew that the blindness would reveal God's power (John 9:3). Remember when everyone was distraught about Lazarus's illness? Jesus wasn't. Rather than hurry to his friend's bedside, he said, "This sickness will not end in death. It is for the glory of God, to bring glory to the son of God" (John 11:4). It was as if Jesus could hear what no one else could. How could a relationship be more intimate? Jesus had unbroken communion with his father.
Do you suppose the Father desires the same for us? Absolutely. Paul says we have been "predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son" (Rom. 8:29 NRSV). Let me remind you: God loves you just the way you are, but he refuses to leave you that way. He wants you to be just like Jesus. God desires the same abiding intimacy with you that he had with his son.
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Wine Spectator
Fed up with bureaucracy, Stephan Asseo, owner-winemaker of Stephan Vineyards, left France and headed for Paso Robles, in California, where he and other winemakers are proving the region's potential for making Bordeaux- and Rhône-inspired varietals.
Located in the California Central Coast about midway between San Francisco and Los Angeles, Paso Robles is far removed from glitz and glamour. The region is defined by a rugged but beautiful landscape filled with steep, oak-studded hills and windswept plaints. A nearby mission from the Spanish era is a vivid symbol of the reigning tradition and tranquility.
The local winemaking philosophy has long reflected the essentially rustic nature of Paso and its people. Most of the region's wine ends up in the mass-produced blends. Yet change in in the air, spearheaded by a group of vintners whose pioneering efforts to revolutionize quality in the region are beginning to bear fruit. Stephan Vineyards, Justin Vineyards & Winery and Garretson Wine Co. are among the new leaders in Paso Robles who are trying to ratchet up quality and make wines of richness and intensity.
Stephan Asseo, 42, the owner and winemaker of Stephan Vienyards, left Bordeaux after making wine there for 15 years because he had grown tired of regulations dictating grape varieties and production techniques. After comparing land (and prices) in Napa and Sonoma, he chose a rocky, 126-acre site in Paso Robles. He wound up planting a total of 35 acres of grapes, mostly to red Rhône varieties (Syrah and Mourvèdre) and Bordeaux varieties (Cabernet Sauvignon and Petit Verdot).
Asseo has the callused hands and deep sunburn of a vintner who does his own fieldwork. With only four Paso Robles harvests under his belt, he's already setting new standards. The 1999 L'Aventure Syrah (92 points on Wine Spectator's 100-point scale, $40, 250 cases) is the finest Syrah yet produced in the region, and close behind is his Syrah-Cabernet blend, the 1999 Optimus (91, $50, 1,400 cases).
He credits his success to small crops that deliver concentration and to meticulous viticulture that encourages even ripening. And he believes other local producers need to follow suit. "First, Paso has to reduce its yields," insists Asseo. "This isn't just blah, blah, blah. It's a question of the motivation of the owner."
"I think if the vineyards here are managed properly, we'll have a consistency of style. ... That style, more than a particular varietal, will define Paso Robles."—Jeff Branco, Winemaker, Justin Winery
Asseo is only one of many recent arrivals to Paso Robles. Few other major California winemaking regions have witnessed such explosive growth during the past five years. Vineyard plantings in Paso Robles have more than doubled, from 11,000 acres in 1996 to roughly 24,000 acres today.
There are currently 64 active wineries in the appellation, which covers an area nearly three times the size of Napa Valley. Almost all of the vineyards are located between 6 and 22 miles from the Pacific Ocean. Nighttime breezes can reduce temperatures as much as 50 degrees from daytimes highs.
Highway 101 runs north-south through the appellation, dividing it more or less in half. Most of the older estates, such as Eberle Winery and Meridian, settled on the gently rolling benchlands east of 101. California heavyweights—most notably Fetzer, Gallo, Kendall-Jackson and Mondavi—have also purchased land in eastern Paso Robles
Grapes have been grown in the region for more than 200 years, but Paso Robles garnered little attention until 1967, which Ridge Vineyards began making its Dusi Ranch Zinfandel. Over the past 30 years, however, relatively few Paso Robles winemakers have aimed for the high end. Most of the farming techniques are drown from the bulk producers of the Central Valley, many of whom grow huge crops destined for innocuous blends. Even now, no more than about 40 percent of the grapes grown in the region actually go into bottles labeled with the Paso Robles appellation (most are sold as "Central Coast" or "California" wines or are used to augment blends from more august regions in the North Coast).
"For a long time, this was essentially an extension of the bulk market, and it's hard to convert that mentality to premium farming practices," says Jeff Branco, winemaker at Justin Winery. The finest wine yet produced in Paso Robles is the Justin Isosceles 1997 (95, $40, 8,000 cases), a Cabernet-based blend from Justin's estate vineyards in the northwest corner of the region. But efforts to make premium—rather than bulk-style—wines are still relatively new to much of Paso Robles, and Branco insists that another seven to 10 years are necessary to determine which grapes belong where.
While local vintners have had success with Zinfandel and Cabernet Sauvignon, no grape has yet established itself as the region's signature wine. That lack of clear-cut identity has probably hurt Paso Robles, but a coterie of impassioned young producers is convinced that Rhône varieties, especially Syrah planted on select sites in western Paso Robles, are the future face of their appellation.
Mat Garretson, 39, the owner of Garretson Wine Co., is on of the biggest proponents of Syrah in California. He expects to make a total of 4,000 cases from the 2001 vintage, including 10 Syrah bottlings.
Garretson has been instrumental in raising awareness throughout California about the quality and potential of Rhône grapes. He moved to Paso Robles in 1994 from Atlanta to work as the director of sales and marketing at Eberle Winery. Part of the impetus to relocate, he says, stemmed from his impression that the steep, rocky hills and warm climate resemble areas of the Rhône Valley in southern France.
In 1992, he started the Viognier Guild, which in 1997 became the Hospice du Rhône, an annual gathering devoted to all Rhône-inspired wines. By dint of persistence and eagerness, he has convinced scores of winemakers, mostly from California, France and Australia, to travel to the town of Paso Robles at their own expense and provide an impressive array of current and older releases. Last year, more than 160 producers and 2,000 wine lovers attended the Hospice du Rhône, which now stands as one of the most informative (and unpretentious) wine events in the United States. (The 2002 Hospice will be held May 30—June 1; for more information, visit www.hospicedurhone.com.)
The Hospice has also given Paso wineries a welcome international perspective, something that Garretson insists is still sorely lacking in what has long been a backwater region. "We're in Mayberry here, with a lot of people not seeing past their own tasting rooms. The people who realize what's going on know we have to step up quality," he says.
The Young Turks of Paso Robles don't worry about ruffling feathers. "We want to change to make it better. [The old-school winemakers] think it's great already," says Matt Trevisan, 29, who started Linne Calodo (pronounced LIH-nay KUH-loh-doh) with his ex-partner, Justin Smith.
Like Garretson, they believe that Rhône grapes are the future for Paso Robles. Apart from a predilection for the hard-to-pronounce (Garretson gives his wines Gaelic monikers), it's difficult to find fault with their enthusiasm.
"I think Syrah is what Paso will be known for," insists Smith, 31. He's already had noteworthy success growing Syrah from the Bone Rock block of his family's James Berry Vineyard. The 1999 Linne Calodo Bone Rock (90, $42, 70 cases) has impressive concentration, with a distinctive chalkiness that comes from very rocky soil. As of the 2000 vintage, the Bone Rock Syrah will be bottled under Smith's new label, Saxum (Latin for "large stone").
Perhaps the region's highest-profile Rhône-inspired venture is Tablas Creek Vineyard, a partnership started in 1990 by importer Robert Haas and the Perrin Family of Château Beaucastel in Châteauneuf-du-Pape. The estate has 80 acres under vine, divided nearly evenly between reds (Counoise, Grenache, Mourvèdre and Syrah) and white grapes (Grenache Blanc, Marsanne, Roussanne and Viognier).
While white grapes have fared better so far, Haas has high hopes from the younger red blocks planted with French clones, which seem to provide more depth and concentration.
Other growers in Paso Robles evidently share his opinion on the French clones, because Tablas had to start a nursery to satisfy demand. "We never intended to have a nursery business, but the phone was ringing off the hook," says Neil Collins, winemaker at the estate.
Yet some area vintners won't jump on the Rhône bandwagon. Gary Eberle, the owner of Eberle Winery, first made a Paso Robles Syrah in 1978 (he and Joseph Phelps were the first in the state), but he frankly admits to preferring Cabernet.
"It's such a forgiving grape, I think anywhere Cabernet grows and ripens properly it's going to be an area's best wine. It has a unique ability to adapt to the best terriors," says Eberle, who settled in eastern Paso Robles in 1974 after graduating with a winemaking degree from the University of California, Davis.
Eberle is a formidable presence in the region. At 6 feet 3 inches tall, the former Penn State defensive end resembles Holbein's portrait of Henry VIII, and while it may be a stretch to say he has been the king of Paso Robles wines, he has certainly been the standard bearer for the past 20 years. Many Paso Robles vintners are Eberle alumni, including Garretson, Tobin James Cellars owner Toby Shumrick and Dan Panico of Dover Canyon Winery.
The affable Eberle has developed firm opinions during nearly 30 years of winemaking. He also takes the long view. Although he sees great promise for some of the new Syrah plantings in western Paso Robles, he believes it's too early to form conclusions. "Until you have [been producing from a site for] five years, you really can't say anything," he says. "We're still trying to figure out where the jury will come down in terms of the style for Syrah."
Justin winemaker Branco believes that no single grape variety will dominate Paso Robles. "I think if the vineyards here are managed properly, we'll have a consistency of style, with rich, forward wines with ripe, soft tannin. I think that style, more than a particular varietal, will define Paso Robles," he says.
Indeed, it's unlikely that one single grape variety will consistently excel in such a large region, and differences in climate and soil will likely lead to subappellations within Paso Robles.
A number of winemakers in western Paso Robles are already pushing to form their own district, though they expect continued political resistance from vintners to the east. While the area west of Highway 101 contains less than 10 percent of the appellation's total plantings, these vineyards might well have the potential to make the area's finest wines.
The terrain is rugged and scenic, with many steep hills dotted by majestic oak trees. At night, more deer than cars can be seen along the twisting roads. Starting a top-flight vineyard in this region demands both money and commitment, because a 50-acre property will likely contain no more than 15 acres suitable for vines.
But in a superior western Paso Robles site, such as Asseo's vineyards or the James Berry Vineyard of Saxum, those prime acres will have unusually stony soils that reduce yields, while also imparting a toothsome mineral component. Proximity to the ocean extends the growing season, allowing grapes to develop added complexity.
It's not that eastern Paso Robles can't make great wine, only that ringing success looks easier to achieve west of the highway. Asseo, for example, bought the grapes for hist outstanding 1998s and 1999s mostly from eastern vineyards. By working with the growers to severely restrict yields to roughly 3 tons per acre, he hit the mark.
Time will tell how many other Paso Robles estates renounce volume viticulture. Whether Syrah or Cabernet claims center stage, a nucleus of producers now has the knowledge—and the will—to lead the region by example. "Growers here have been talking that we need to do more marketing," says Garretson. "And marketing is fine. But nothing markets better than making good wine."« Back to Press Index


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Thai Canal
The Thai Canal, formerly known as Kra Canal or Kra Isthmus Canal, refers to a plan for a large canal that would cut through southern Thailand to enable improved transportation in the region, like the Panama Canal and Suez Canal.
A canal through the Kra Isthmus, which would shorten shipping times around Asia, was suggested as early as 1677. The Thai King Narai the Great asked the French engineer de Lamar to survey the possibility of building a waterway to connect Songkhla with Marid (now Myanmar), but the idea was discarded as impractical with the technology of that time. In 1793, the idea resurfaced; the younger brother of King Chakri (Rama I) suggested it would make it easier to protect the western coast with military ships. In the early 19th century, the British East India Company became interested in a canal. After Burma became a British colony in 1863 with Victoria Point opposite the Kra estuary as its southernmost point, an exploration was undertaken, again with negative result. In 1882, the constructor of the Suez canal, Ferdinand de Lesseps, visited the area, but wasn't allowed to investigate in detail by the Thai king. In 1897, Thailand and the British empire agreed not to build a canal there, to protect the regional dominance of the harbour of Singapore.
The length of the Kra Isthmus at its minimum is only 44 km (27 mi), but the height of the interior mountain chain is 75 m (246 ft) above sea level. Compare this to the Panama Canal: length of 77 km (48 mi), but highest point at the Culebra Cut was only 64 m (210 ft) above sea level. The Panama Canal passes this point at a height of 12 m (39 ft) (canal bottom) and 26 m (85 ft) (water line), thus ships have to be lifted with locks to a height of 26 m (85 ft) above the ocean. The Suez Canal is 192 km (119 mi) long but passes entirely through a flat area (which was historically flooded by seas before).
The length on land of a proposed Thai Canal could be anywhere between 50 and 100 km (30 and 60 mi)[1] depending on the route chosen. At a depth of 25 m (82 ft) below sea level the width of the Kra Isthmus is about 200 km (120 mi). [2] By 50 m (160 ft) below sea level this becomes about 400 km (250 mi). [3]
Recent developments[edit]
In the 20th century the idea resurfaced several times again, now changing the preferred route to somewhere in Southern Thailand, to connect the Bandon Bay near Surat Thani with Phangnga. A Japanese plan for a canal in 1985 would have used over twenty nuclear devices each roughly twice the explosive energy of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. The latest proposed site is across Nakhon Si Thammarat and Trang provinces. If finished, it is believed that the canal would bring an economic boost to the nearby area and the whole country. The canal would compete directly with ports in the Strait of Malacca area, including Port Klang and Singapore. As such, there is a long standing rumor in the region that Singapore and Malaysia have been trying very hard to prevent the construction of the project by bribing Thai officials to vote against the construction of the project in the Bangkok parliament. The conspiracy theory is widely believed given the incentive that both of these countries have in protecting their own economy and industries who stand to lose a substantial sum of business if the project was erected.
As a substitute the construction of a land bridge was started in 1993, however as the location of the harbors wasn't fixed, highway 44 as the only finished part of the project now does not end at the sea yet. The two lanes were built 150 m apart to leave space for a railroad and eventually also a pipeline. Right now the highway runs from 8°18.11′N 98°47.03′E / 8.30183°N 98.78383°E to 9°9.47′N 99°31.02′E / 9.15783°N 99.51700°E and the project is stalled due to environmental concerns.
This is also a reason for recent interest in the canal. The Strait of Malacca, just under 1,000 kilometres (620 mi) long, is narrow, less than 2.5 kilometres (1.6 mi) at the narrowest, and just 25 metres (82 ft) deep at its shallowest point. It is heavily used by oil tankers and bulk carriers. Some 80 percent of Japan's oil supplies pass through the Straits. Any planned canal in Thailand would mean that large ships could travel through the region from India and on to China and Japan without passing through the Strait of Malacca.
In 2005 an internal report prepared for U.S. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld was leaked to The Washington Times, spelling out China's strategy of underwriting construction of the canal across the Kra Isthmus complete with Chinese port facilities and refineries, as part of its "string of pearls" strategy of forward bases and energy security.[4] The Chinese plan called for construction over ten years employing roughly 30,000 workers and costing between 20 and 25 billion American dollars.[5]
- ^ "India sees new strategic sea lane in Andaman Sea". Daily Times, Pakistan. September 30, 2005. Retrieved 2008-11-30.
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- ^ http://www.fieldmuseum.org/research_collections/zoology/zoo_sites/seamaps/images06/full/fig15%2011ka.jpg
- ^ "China calling: 'String of pearls'". Pittsburgh Tribune-Review. February 25, 2005. Retrieved 2007-11-01.
- ^ Chaudhury, Dipanjan Roy (August 23, 2007). "Boosting Maritime Capabilities in the Indian Ocean". Worldpress.org. Retrieved 2007-11-01.
- Thapa, Rajesh B.; M. Kusanagi, A. Kitazumi and Y. Murayama (October 2007). "Sea navigation, challenges and potentials in South East Asia: an assessment of suitable sites for a shipping canal in the South Thai Isthmus". GeoJournal 70: 161–172. doi:10.1007/s10708-008-9122-3.
- Cathcart, R.B. (2008). "Kra Canal (Thailand) excavation by nuclear-powered dredges". International Journal of Global Environmental Issues 8: 248–255. doi:10.1504/IJGENVI.2008.018639.
External links[edit]
- 2Bangkok about the Kra Isthmus canal[dead link]
- Thai Canal project feasibility study (bilingual site)
- [1] (Kra-Canal/ Thai-Canal)
- The Kra Canal and Southeast Asian Relations (academic article by Rini Suryati Sulong)


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Vazquez Building Systems Corporation (VAZBUILT)
Another innovation of VAZBUILT Building Technology is its application as a total fencing solution. In 1997, VAZCRETE Prefab Fences was launched in the market to provide affordable yet stylish fences to cater subdivisions, industrial estates, highways, residential and commercial establishments and even building partitions.
The VAZBUILT Building Technology was invented by Mr. Edgardo G. Vazquez, President & CEO of VAZBUILT. This invention garnered a lot of recognition and awards from various sectors both locally and abroad. In 1993, Mr. Vazquez was awarded the Golden Medal Award as Most Outstanding Inventor of the year in the Creative Research Category by the Filipino Inventors Society. In 1995, the World Intellectual Property Organization (WIPO) based in Geneva Awarded him Best Invention of the Year for his modular housing system.
VAZBUILT manufactures pre-fabricated reinforced concrete columns, wall panels, tie beams, (at 2,500 to 3,500 psi), which are eventually assembled into modular housing units.
The VAZBUILT system is practical and cost-effective. It does not require special skills or heavy equipment, which allows for easy assembling and dismantling of components for expansion and home improvements. Due to the simple construction requirement, a VAZBUILT house takes less time to build with lesser workforce.
As a Contractor, it has earned a Triple "A" accreditation - the highest accorded by the Philippine Contractors Accreditation Board (PCAB). Likewise, the VAZBUILT system is accredited by the Accreditation of Innovative Technologies for Housing (AITECH) from the Housing and Urban Development Coordinating Council (HUDCC) of the Philippines.
It has two offices in Metro Manila and a 3-hectare manufacturing plant in San Pedro, Laguna, where the VAZBUILT housing components are prefabricated. Currently, expanding its operations nationwide, it has initially established four (4) satellite plant operations in Panabo, Davao (serving Mindanao area), San Isidro, Nueva Ecija, Norzagaray Bulacan and in Bacolor Pampanga (serving North Luzon). Its main office is located at 1077-1079 EDSA, Balintawak, Quezon City.
The Vazquez Group of Companies is composed of
VAZBUILT and its sister companies and affiliates.


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DIY paper flowers from old maps. This reminds us of this recycled paper flower wedding bouquet that we posted a while back - bit.ly/rsnP0l
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posted 10 February, 2012
3 clever DIY Super Bowl party decorations
The Super Bowl is a great excuse to huddle up with your crew and have a great time on a night that everyone is usually turning in early, in preparation for the upcoming work week.
You don't have to spend tons of time or lots of money getting your home ready for a top-notch Super Bowl party…and an eco-friendly Super Bowl party at that.
posted 31 January, 2012
7 Gifts You Can Make in a Mason Jar
The holidays are just around the corner, and it's a good idea to get started if you're planning to have a handmade holiday this season. I'm not a big believer in "stuff," but I do love showing my friends and family that I love them by whipping up handmade creations during this time of year.
posted 01 December, 2011
Make Your Own Recycled Halloween Crafts
There is something about autumn that brings out the crafter in me. Even though I'm an avid DIYer and upcycler, I don't usually pull out the craft supplies until the leaves start to change colors.
Whether it be making Halloween or autumn decorations, Halloween costumes or just regular ole interior décor, this time of year affords ample opportunities to pull out the drill, paint bucket and hot glue gun.
Check out these three Halloween decorations you can easily make from things you probably already have lying around your house.
posted 25 October, 2011
Chic hanging candles made from wine bottles
Wine bottles have so many uses…and containing tasty fermentation for your sipping pleasure is only one of them. We've talked about several awesome uses for empty wine bottles before, but this one definitely deserves a spot on that list as well.
posted 04 August, 2011
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'Floorboard'© by Arran Gregory. 2013. Floorboards and trucks.
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'Floorboard'© by Arran Gregory. 2013. Floorboards and trucks.
'Floorboard'© by Arran Gregory. 2013. Floorboards and trucks.
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@ Jorges
My understanding of the loot system was that I go in, kill the first boss, and dont win anything off that boss, I could keep coming in and killing that boss over and over again until I get something from that boss. Once I loot something from said boss, *then* I will no longer be eligible for the loot and auto pass on everything from that boss.
In the first week, I killed the Shamman in the Eye of Eternity 2 times and was eligible to roll both times.
If this is the way that the loot system was not supposed to work, then Blizz released a very poor, buggy system that hadn't been fine tuned. Or, as I said in my other post, Blizz had to change the rules so that people were not farming bosses to get decked out in full tier in one week by farming it with their guild.
With the way it is now, once I do both wings and 2-3 heroic 5 mans, I have nothing to do PVE wise other than play alts I dont care about.


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Serj Tankian's 'Act II – Oceanic Subterfuge' Music Video Released [VIDEO]
Rock bank front man-turned solo artist Serj Tankian has had a busy month. With the release of his fourth studio album 'Orca' on June 25 and his upcoming fifth studio album 'Jazz-Iz-Christ' due out tomorrow, fans sure have had a lot to look forward to. The second track off 'Orca' has just been released in the form of a music video and it can be seen after the jump.


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Chapter 20 Reviews
When Akihito just can't figure Asami out, he grows tired of the status quo and slips away from Asami's grasp.
In Tokyo, that probably wouldn't have been a problem, but his line of work in London was entirely different. It wasn't about getting the content anymore. It was about how he captured the content, and some of that change had leaked into his personality. He headed into the bathroom to wash his face, feeling particularly gloomy despite the ring on his finger.
Maybe it was the ring that had him so pensive… He fingered the cold metal with his thumb. It had taken him by surprise. Such a concrete, tangible show of commitment.
Asami… would Asami have done that? Could that kind of man show anything more than the carnal attractions that beasts felt? He smirked at himself.
You fool, Akihito, you disillusioned fool…
Flicking on the lights, he hardly recognized himself in the mirror. The food wasn't all that bad considering what he'd heard of London food, but it wasn't what he was accustomed to by any means. Too lazy and busy to cook, he forced himself to swallow the foreign food every meal, and two years of it had taken a toll on him.
He was visibly thinner. He could tell from the way his cheeks sucked in just a bit more than it used to. His pants were looser around his waist, his belt went a couple loops smaller, and his shirts felt a tiny bit big around his torso. In physical terms, however, his hair was probably the most notable change of all. Black. The vibrant chestnut had been absorbed into a void of black. Besides, the hair dressers in London could never get the color right anyway.
But it was the internal change that shocked him the most. He still tortured himself over Asami at night and had taken to taking sleeping pills when it was especially bad; he hid the pills from Gyles. There was no tossing and turning, just a blank stare at the ceiling (which had neon stars glued to it by some kid that probably lived there before). As his mind relived his days in Tokyo, the neon green swirled above him, spiraling like a mutant Milky Way. He woke up twice, three times a night for no reason at all and cried himself back to sleep when he was alone.
He still did find himself in rather risky situations though. Gyles was vehemently against Takaba going to some of the places he did: Iraq, Sudan, Pakistan, Israel, Lebanon, Colombia, Peru, Venezuela, Cuba. It was compensation. He couldn't let go of the rush he had grown accustomed to in Tokyo. He spent several months in Iraq, following a group of US soldiers.
Takaba fingered the scar that ran from back of his shoulder to his collarbone, a momento from an IED that had gone off when the convoy he was in tripped a branch wire. The driver, a twenty year old from Iowa, or was that Ohio, he could never remember, died almost instantly, shrapnel imbedded into his jaw and skull, snapping the artery that led up to the brain.
Pushing the bloody memory aside, Takaba opened the cabinet and dug through the bottles of shaving cream and aftershave, the mouthwash and lotions, until he found the small yellow bottle he was looking for.
The inside contents were prescription drugs for those migraines, those awful headaches, that had started two years ago.
The headaches started out slow, at first just light throbbing at the temples, and he had coped with small doses of Aspirin. Then those lost their effectiveness and the pain grew more frequent and more intense. He upped the ante to Tylenol. Then Vanquish, a combination of Aspirin and Tylenol. Those became close to useless and redundant and he began taking Aleve, which wasn't even really for headaches to begin with, hoping to make the intense agony in his skulls ebb even just a little bit. He probably had tried and thrown out every over-the-counter drug anyone could think of
Finally, he couldn't take the pain anymore and went to a doctor, who prescribed him Frionol. It had almost no effect what so ever. And now he was finally at Amerge, which only helped relieve his momentary pain, but for Takaba, it was enough. Pragmatic solutions were sufficient.
He popped open the cap and with his other hand, let the water run into the sink. It was probably unwise to use the tap water, but he swallowed the white, beret shaped pill with it.
It left a bitter, acrid aftertaste in his mouth.
Takaba splashed his face and stared at the water spiral down, gurgling as it emptied into the pipes. Drips fell from the tip of his nose and he watched the ripples be engulfed into the tiny whirlpool. Exhaling softly, he closed the cabinet, shoving the cylindrical bottle into his jean pockets.
Takaba treaded softly into a spare room that he used as a darkroom. The smell of fixer was especially concentrated here. Gyles had reprimanded him for keeping a darkroom in his own apartment, listing off the possible bodily harm these chemicals could do him, even offering him a developing studio he could use near the gallery, but this was just the way Takaba did things.
The windows were covered with a thick, black panel and near the door was a black curtain that ran from floor to ceiling. The clear bulbs were replaced with red ones that shone sinisterly as Takaba flipped the switch on. They were ruby, demon eyes that watched him watching from the ceiling.
It was out of "fashion," he knew, to still have a makeshift darkroom in his own home. Many of his colleagues, both in Tokyo and London, switched to digital or used professional, but Takaba was stubborn about the darkroom. It made his apartment feel… real. Not just a figment of his twisted imagination.
His camera was still where he had left it, and he picked it up, along with the bag with the extra films and canisters. With another six or seven hours before heading to Gyles' place, he might as well take Gyles' advice and try his luck in urban London.
He flicked off the red light, shutting the door tight so that the smell wouldn't diffuse through the entire apartment, and picked up his coat again. He planned on trying out the more run down parts of town. Everywhere else looked like pictures from a tourist guide book, certainly not the kind of photo that Takaba was in for.
When he stepped outside, snow was still floating down gently from the cloudy sky. He couldn't help but be reminded of the sakura blooms in spring when a breeze shook them from their fragile branches. The snow covered signs and trees looked oddly like frozen versions of immature sakura trees in full bloom, and he couldn't help but wonder, did Asami ever took the time to enjoy those?
Probably not, he was usually too busy riding in his BMW with a cell phone glued to his ears.
Takaba sighed as the growing layer of snow crunched beneath his feet. It was… agonizing. Everything reminded him of something else, which led to another memory and so on until his mind strayed to Asami again. Every line and shape and plane in the complex geometry of his conscience spiraled down into a single point, Asami.
And that single point was deteriorating, tearing Takaba's frail sanity to bits and piece. His mind was a cloth with frayed edges, threads pulled at and shredded. He was a skyscraper built of fragile glass and stubborn steel; and his foundation was crumbling.
Asami…What ever was I to you…
Asami drew in another lungful of smoke.
Ha. If Akihito were here, he would-
He crushed the tip of cigarette into the ashtray, extinguishing both the glowing edge and the thought.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips and seeped into the cold walls that never listened. Was he still obsessed over a boy? Two years, he thought as he looked down at the same Tokyo conglomerate that Takaba probably saw as his plane took off.
The city itself was cancer; too many neon signs, too many concrete buildings, asphalt highways, people, all growing out of control, rising from the dead and polluted soil asphyxiated with cement and landfills.
And perhaps he was cancer to Akihito. Perhaps that was why Takaba had left him. He probably couldn't stand to be invaded inside out.
For a year he had searched for Takaba, taking up any leads he could but coming up dry every time. It was like digging wells after wells in the desert. Any drop of hope that fell quickly evaporated into the dry, arid atmosphere that surrounded Asami. If anyone, Asami should have been able to find that one person in a world of 6.7 billion. With Takaba's indiscreet nature, he had expected the search to be easy, but it was as though the boy had left Earth altogether, disappeared beyond the stratosphere into the vacuum of outer space.
The apartment where Takaba used to live was eventually leased out again by a trio of college students, his job position quickly replaced with other petty photographers, none with his passion for the profession or his grace, both internal and external, and his friends gave up on the idea of his return.
What is anyone to do when a person completely detaches himself from his previous life? Takaba had even frozen all his previous emails, cut off contact absolutely and completely. He might as well have been dead to the world, at least to Asami's world. Takaba might as well have never "happened" in this world, a forgotten event, an unremarkable genocide.
Afterwards, Asami went through multiple "lovers" quickly and efficiently, but never quite found the same fire, the same heat. They were empty boxes he opened each and every time with disappointment. He quickly grew disillusioned at the failures.
The luster did not exist. The hunger and the thirst and the yearning were never quenched, never fulfilled, never relieved, and eventually, Asami cut his "love" life, if it could even be called that, into pieces, burnt it up on a funeral pyre, and resorted to quick fucks on random occasions. But these did not bring him over the edge.
They were only the short lived lust and immature infatuations unfit to last.
Asami crushed the box of cigarettes and threw them into the trash bin; he would probably buy another packet in the streets but it was ritual to him, the way he extinguished Akihito from his mind.
What have you done to me, Akihito?
Takaba glanced at his watch, seven forty-five. Shit… he had fifteen minutes to jump metros and make it to Gyles' house. That is, he had to get to a metro station first. The day of shooting had gone fairly well; perhaps taking Gyles' advice of putting London through his viewfinder had been a good idea. Although, his ears, nose, and fingers felt like they were going to break off any minute now, like icicles attached to his numb body.
Too bloody cold…
Gyles, on the other hand, was probably not going to be so delighted about the photos. Not over the quality but more over the content…rather, the location. Takaba intentionally sought out the most notorious neighborhoods he could think of, even going as far east London as possible… Oh well, as long as he got his five shots.
Takaba buried his hands in the front pocket of his coat, shivering as he made his way down the rather gloomy, winter street. Maybe he should call Gyles and tell him he might end up arriving a bit late; the man had a habit of completely psyching himself out when Takaba went "missing" as he called it. In that respect, he was somewhat like Asami. That is, in a strange, twisted way.
The two men, personality wise, couldn't be anymore different. Even angels and demons couldn't par up to these two in terms of differences.
Takaba reached into his pockets for the cellphone and… empty. Huh, that's funny. The other pocket. Nope, not there either. Just the cylindrical container with his pills. Now, just why did he have that thing in there? He frowned, probably shouldn't let Gyles see that; the man would no doubt flip out. He rummaged through his camera bag and came up empty handed. No cellphone.
Crap, did I drop it while taking photos?
Takaba began walking faster; he would just have to hurry then.
That was the plan, at least until he heard shouting ahead in an alley up ahead, mostly likely a fight of some sort. He looked around the corner and saw four men pretty much pummeling one other, who was doubled over in the snow, blood staining the pure whiteness, melting it with the victim's heat.
One of the men turned around, large and buff with short blond hair, a good head and half taller than Takaba. There was a wicked, cruel grin across his face, "You got a problem, kid?"
"You're gonna end up killing him if you keep that up," Takaba jerked his chin up at the crippled man on the ground, who was tight roping between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"This is your friend?"
"No." By now the other three men had turned their attention from their human punching bag and focused it on Takaba. Heh. Kind of reminded him of his days in Tokyo. Being a reckless idiot.
"Listen to this kid, he's pretty interesting, eh?" it seemed the blond was the leader of the pack. "Let's wipe that smirk off his face, shall we?" He lunged at Takaba, aiming a punch at the stomach, but Takaba was faster. He pivoted his right foot into the snow and turned to his left a full 360 degrees. It was the adrenaline again. God, how long had it been since he'd been in this kind of situation? The clenched fist flew past him slow motion, and the rustle of fabric amplified into imaginary speakers. He wasn't given much time to think though when the blond turned on him.
"Think that's funny?"
Well, actually, no. He didn't. "Um…Not really, no."
That seemed to piss off the man even more. Takaba winced at his own mistake. Four against one. He was probably going to end up like the man on the ground himself for sticking his head into someone else's business. And… just his luck, he'd lost his cellphone.
But, wasn't this kind of how he'd met Asami? Sniffing around where his nose where he didn't belong? Well, maybe being an idiot did have its advantages. But certainly not now.
You just never learn, do you, Aki?
The others were closing in on him, and at this point, he could probably run and outrun them, and… he glanced to his side again. Maybe not. His path to the main street was nearly blocked already. As a matter of fact, the short man to his left was already launching himself at Takaba. He responded by shifting to his right, where another caught him roughly by the neck, chocking him, and rammed his knees into Takaba's side.
"You gonna learn to keep out of other's business after this?"
Oddly enough, the pain was dull, suppressed for the duration. The blond flipped out a knife and held it at Takaba's face. The other two had let go him now, standing at a short distance. Takaba began laughing softly, his shoulders gently shaking from trying to hold back laughter.
"Is that a yes or no?"
Takaba grinned as he looked up, his lips twisted.
"You insane or something, kid?"
"Maybe I am." Takaba picked up his leg and kicked down at the blond's knee, snapping the man's joint back with a loud crack. Ouch. The knife came at him though and tore through the sleeve of his arm, ripping the fabric with and through flesh. But Takaba didn't even notice it.
He simply lunged to his left and managed to get about four steps far when a shorter man grabbed at him. He twisted his body away, an agile swift turn possible only with his lithe, nimble form, and quickly regained his balance to make it into the street.
And run he did. That was what he was best at, wasn't it? Running away with his tail between his legs. The way he ran from Japan, on a winter day just like this one. Except, there wasn't any snow that night, was there? Just the cold, biting wind that he felt now as he raced down the empty streets, three men in his pursuit. His throat stung from the cold air that coursed through it with every breath he took, stripping away at the moist mucus.
Aki, you fucking idiot.
He skidded around a corner, using a sign pole to help him change directions, the momentum carrying him through the swift turn. Random memories flew before his vision, just like the shop windows that he ran past, frame by frame like an antique film, jagged and crude swerves down his memory lane.
He spotted the stairwell down to a metro station up ahead. He understood now why the neighborhood was marked as "notorious"; there just weren't any people to help you out.
Takaba jumped onto the railed and slid his way down, flying over the last few steps. The doors to the metro were still open, just about to close. He blindly lunged at the closest door and crashed inside into an empty compartment. The doors closed with a hiss and a sigh behind him, and he looked up to see the three men arriving onto the platform, cursing.
Takaba sank down against a pole. He was still in considerably good shape considering how much his physical condition had deteriorated compared to his days in Japan. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline making him do strange thing. Chases tended to do that to him.
He looked at his camera bag; somehow, it had managed to stay with him through the ruckus. The sight of it made him smile. Maybe it had been worse it; he would see.
The floor of the compartment shook in regular rhythm like his own heart beat, which had finally settled down to a steady beat. Takaba glanced at the painful buzz in his left arm where the bleeding was just barely starting to coagulate. Nothing life threatening but…
Huh. Since when did I have a cut?
The hell with it. Time. Four past eight.
Oh, Gyles…fuck…
Gyles watched the long hand pass the fifteen minute mark. He couldn't help but be anxious. It wasn't that he obsessed over punctuality. Rather, it was that, despite being young, his lover was extremely exact with his time, almost never being late. In fact, he could only think of two occasions when he was late, today being the second one.
Given that, he couldn't help but be concerned when Takaba failed to show up at eight. Then five past eight. Ten past eight. He tried again and again to reach the cell phone but all it did was ring and ring but never pick up, just the same old "You've reached Sei Tanaka. Leave your name and phone number and…" over and over again. Gyles tried the apartment number but came up with more or less the same response.
He was planning on taking him out that night to a particular restaurant. The reservation was set for nine and so far, the boy hadn't shown. Gyles' best bet was that he had probably gone out to take photos around London, and now, he wished he had never given that piece of advice.
Gyles dashed to the door when he heard the soft knock.
"Where have you-" His eyes widened in shock, "My God! What happened to you?" He took the bag from Takaba and set it aside, ushering him inside.
Takaba let Gyles pull him out of his coat, slipping off the sleeves, "Some trouble…"
He pushed Takaba through the living room toward the bathroom, "Well never mind that. Let's get this taken care of first, Sei…"
In the bathroom, he turned on the hot water tap and let the water run until he had a good, warm combination. "Clean the area around it first," he said as he took out a first aid kit from on top of a metal rack.
Takaba put his arm under the running water. The heat made his cold fingers tingle in warm delight, but it was countered with the stinging as the hot water seeped into the wound.
"I didn't say wet it."
"Oh…" Takaba drew his arm back away from the wound.
Gyles flipped open the latch to the box, "What were you doing?"
"Taking photos…" he murmured like a child being castigated.
"That's not all you were doing," Gyles turned around to see Takaba just standing there with his hand under the water, "You have to wash around it, else it'll get infected if there's still grit and dirt."
"It's just a shallow cut." It was partly true; the fabric had kept the blade from penetrating very far.
"It doesn't matter if it's shallow or not. If it were any worse, I would have taken you to the hospital to get some stitches. Sei, you've got to look out for yourself more." His large, gentle hands moved over Takaba's arm, gently rubbing away at the dried blood and the dirt. When Takaba drew in a sharp breath, Gyles paused before continuing. He finally turned the faucet off and shook his hands dry.
Takaba reached for a towel, but Gyles' stopped him, carefully wiping the water away with a new, white towel.
"Does it hurt?"
"I didn't even know it was there until I got off on the metro."
"Just what were you doing?" He took a ball of cotton and wet it with hydrogen peroxide. "This is gonna sting."
"I provoked a bunch of thugs." Takaba winced at the liquid was spread around the wound. It bubbled and foamed vigorously.
"And why would you do that?" Gyles applied a pale yellow antibacterial ointment and a strip of gauze over the wound. "try to moving your fingers and wrists first."
He did as he was told and flexed his fingers and turned his wrist, "They were beating up a guy."
"I see. It should heal without any permanent damage except for a scar." That makes sense. You would never leave someone like that, would you? It's just not in you to turn a blind eye to thing. "Why didn't you call though?"
"I… lost my phone…" Takaba covered his eyes with his free hand. The headaches that had been suppressed by the rush of adrenaline were surfacing again.
"Sei..." Gyles crouched in front of Takaba, "You don't have to do this. Don't put yourself in danger for a bunch of photos. Forget the camera, forget the films. Just forget the exhibition altogether for now. They don't matter."
"But they do." The headache… the drumming was getting louder and louder. Over the next hill. Another valley closer. Firecrackers lit up behind his eyes.
"No, Sei. They don't. What matters is you, alright? Don't forget that. That you alone are the centerpiece of my life."
Gyles, don't say that…please don't say that…
"I don't need masterpieces," a jagged signals of pain dashed across the synapses between every cell, firing away. "I don't need colors or black and white. I don't need anything else. The one thing I need, the only one I ever need, Sei, is-"
Takaba was shaking his head slowly, "Gyles…"
"The only person I will ever need is you. That's why, when you do this to yourself," whips were cracking on his ear drums. "when you put yourself in danger and end up hurting yourself, I can't help but-"
"Please…" don't say that, Gyles, don't say these things to me, because I'll break your heart, Gyles. Don't love me.
"want to reach out to you."
What had Asami said a long time ago…something about value… that's right…There is no such value in you… He was right, Gyles…he was right…There is no such value in me to deserve any part of you.
"Sei, just stay with me because I will stay with you. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you."
Not me, Gyles… It's not me…
"So tell me, what can I do? What can I do to make you feel my love?"
I feel it too much. Because it's not you… It's not you, it's me…Gyles, it's all me…
"Five minutes." Takaba whispered, holding his hands together into as tight of a possible, it was trembling, subtly, just barely.
"I just need five minutes alone," Takaba managed a meek smile, "I'll be right out after that."
"Are you sure…" Gyles sighed.
"Just five minutes, Gyles. I just need to…uh… I just need to pull myself together, okay?"
He stood and planted a light kiss on Takaba's damp hair, "I'll be in the living room if you need anything."
As soon as Gyles was out and the door closed, Takaba shoved his hands into his pocket. He had been hiding his trembling hands, which were shaking uncontrollably from the pain. He stood up slowly, the slowest movement jarring, and locked the door quietly, then turned on the lukewarm water, watching it spiral down into the pipes. The cylindrical container refused to stay still in his hands as he struggled to pop the lid open. The damn child-proof cap. It popped across the room when he finally managed to open with his short nails.
Another sharp stab of pain nearly blinded him as he shook out the pills. Most spilled out, except for a few that managed to stay on his trembling palm. 1mg, the doctor said right? He had said he could take up to 2 pills at once, the doctor had said… 2 mg… two pills… right… 2 mg… 2mg… just 2mg…
He swallowed them with the tap water and reached forward; the sound of the water draining was like hearing a thunderstorm storm between the two hemispheres of his brain. He sighed when the gurgling finally stopped. Like standing mid traffic with no signs, no lights. Everything out of order. Sequence destroying itself.
Takaba's hand knocked over the cup that was at the edge of the sink and it shattered. Shattered. A kaleidoscope of high pitched shrills resonated, ricocheting off the insides of his skulls.
"Sei? Sei! What's going on in there?" The door rattled. "Sei! Open the door! Sei!"
Shut up… shut up… shut up…
"Sei!" Gyles' voice added to the tornado of noise, all these extra, redundant noise… "Open the door!" The handle seemed to blur, magnifying then shrinking, in and out of focus. Fading in and out then suddenly too bright.
Then nothing.
The parlor of the Englishman's mansion was luxurious and extravagant, decorated with wood and leather and fine taste. Glossy surfaces were polished to a shine just as the leather seats was carefully maintained without a single dry crack. The cream colored curtains that covered the tall windows had embroidered edges that shouted money as did fine paintings, some of which were supposedly missing from private collections. Asami smirked in amusement, art aficionados were just too interesting in his opinion.
"Scotch?" Mr.Merrett held up the crystal decanter, the light from the chandelier scattering onto the intricate patterns of the posh Persian rugs.
"Just a glass."
Naturally, they were there to discuss the future of their "business" together, the main topic of their conversation being drugs, both processed and raw. That and black market arms.
The UK drug market stemmed from the suppliers in South America, Africa, Middle East and Eastern Europe, jumped to strategic storage locations in Africa or Eastern Europe, smuggled through Spain and then scattered to the rest of Europe.
Just last week, one of their smugglings boats to Spain from Morocco had been seized by the border security, and with the UK's recent rise in the cocaine import, Mr. Merrett was keen on cementing ties with Asami, who had indirect but powerful key allies in the South Americas and the Middle East.
In this market, leverage was key.
Mr.Merrett sat before Asami in another plush recliner, pushing Asami's glass toward him.
"Ireland and Scotland are, most unfortunately, starting to raise their awareness of the increased drug activity. The government there has been quite difficult to deal with of late."
"But the sales nevertheless have been rising."
"True, but I was hoping to maintain that for a while."
"If all else fails, I believe that section has been milked quite for some time. For now, it would probably be best to tone down the sales in the area for a while and start preparing for a shift toward Eastern Europe. I leave that choice up to you. Spain, though, is essential still as a portal although I really would encourage you to open up the Netherlands route more if you plan to follow through with the shift."
"Well. The main problem is the Peruvians and Colombians have not been on good terms with our contacts in Nigeria, and along with Bolivia, those three are the key suppliers into Africa. But as you said, Eastern Europe is a very viable market."
Asami sighed. Just why was it that people didn't know how to keep a handle on their own suppliers?
"Nigeria is something you will have to cope with, I'm afraid, for many years to come. But what about the heroine import-export?"
"We're still building our trade relationship with Afghanistan and Pakistan although Iran has been getting rather out of hand. Their heads are getting big with the whole nuclear crisis."
"Of course their ego's grown." What were you expecting? "They've been inflating it for the past few years." Asami could hardly hide his irritation at this man's incompetence. He wondered if the man even kept up with international politics at all.
"But I assure you, Mr. Asami, that the amphetamine and ecstasy routes with Poland and Czech Republic have been on the very fluid."
"But that's only within Europe. If you don't maintain your international, cross oceanic contacts, I'm afraid there is so much leverage I have over the South American countries." It was partly true, but in the long run… it was not so.
"Of course, I had no intention of letting those go to waste."
Asami smirked over his glass of scotch; perhaps this alliance might turn out better than he imagined. Mr. Merrett seemed like a man out to please at whatever cost, and such men were always easy to maneuver. After all, they wrapped around his fingers out of their own volition. As of now, he had a hold on the routes to Europe but few in Europe itself. He had purposely come almost a week in advance to personally deal with business, put the real, tangible faces to the men he dealt with on a regular basis.
The talk lasted another two hours before Mr. Merrett finally said, "But enough of the serious talk, Mr. Asami. Perhaps you would like to know what we have in store for the events?"
"Go ahead."
"Excellent. Next Monday afternoon, a photograph exhibit will open. Do you enjoy photography?"
Asami winced but quickly hid it nonchalant nod.
"Oh, good. He's a brilliant young man, the photographer that is. Monday evening, there is a special performance of Les Miserable, the musical. Do you fancy musicals, Mr. Asami?"
Do I "fancy" musicals…never really thought about that one. "I've attended a few."
"It's truly a work of art, I assure you." This man seemed to be assuring Asami of many things uncertain, and Asami raised an eyebrow. Mr. Merrett did not seem to notice the annoyance and carried on.
"The all-important dinner party is on Tuesday evening at the Ritz hotel, where you are staying. And last but not least, the London Symphony Orchestra will hold a concert on Thursday. If you wish, I can provide you with an excellent guide during the daytime."
"I'm quite sure I'll find my way through the city well enough." Asami had brought with him four of his men just for security measure.
"I see." The Englishman nodded curtly, "Well then, I believe we have everything in order by now. If there's anything else you need, feel free to contact me."
Like I need you to tell me that.
"Seamus, the butler, will lead to out."
Sure enough, the butler was standing outside the door with two of Asami's men. Asami was rather glad to leave; it had rather aggravating talking to the overly perky individual. The man was desperate to flatter.
He was led down the hallway, which was lined with stuffed heads of deer and antlers as well as old portrait paintings. Some people just had no sense of décor. Even Akihito could have had better sense than put antlers and portraits from the 18th century together.
There he went again, letting his thoughts stray to useless things. He had been doing that lately, sometimes sitting at his desk for hours lost in contemplations, most of his thoughts centered on Akihito. If he were the planets, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto…wait no, they took that one off the list…then Akihito was still the sun, sending out flares to scald him.
The fierce, golden eyes, the ferocious temper, the absolute and resolute stubbornness in the boy he could never forget. He had come to accept that part of Takaba's leaving had been his fault: eight months was a long time, and Takaba was not blessed with the virtue of patience.
There was little he could have done at the time.
Around the time that Akihito left, Tokyo underground probably had been at its worst. Unbeknownst to the upper world, several key players had been assassinated along with their families. It had been kept low-profiling, paying off the police to keep it hidden.
For better or for worse, Asami had had to tighten the reins on his pawns for six months. Control. It was all about control. Or so he had thought.
Had he been wrong? Did the leash he kept on Akihito snap from the tension, Akihito pulling to hard to one side, he to the other?
Asami chuckled at himself as the car rolled out of the mansion driveway.
Maybe that leash had gone the other way. The collar around him, control in Akihito's hand. Maybe Akihito had simply let go.
Asami leaned back and closed his eyes; no doubt he still craved Akihito. Akihito was a drug to him and still he suffered from withdrawal. He yearned to brush his hand through that chestnut hair, to caress the ivory skin, savor the smell of fixer and soap that mingled exquisitely.
Takaba sat at the edge of Gyles' bed, the mug warm in his cold hands. He watched the tea leaves stuck to the bottom of the empty cup, frozen in their dance as vapor still rose from it and swirled then disintegrated into the air, living its short lived existence.
Gyles was turning the empty pill bottle over and over in his hand with his thumb and index. A chair was pulled up so that he could sit face to face with Takaba. The silence was heavy and thick, dripping nervously like molasses.
He finally broke the silence with a dreaded question.
"When did it start?"
Takaba couldn't bring himself to face Gyles, too ashamed. "About… two years ago…" he licked his dry and cracked lips with the tip of his wet tongue, expecting some sort of blow-out from Gyles, but it didn't come.
"When you moved, right? To here, to London."
A subtle nod.
"And… the insomnia? Have you sleeping well lately?"
How… Takaba's eyes widened in shock as he raised his head. How had he known?
"Didn't think I would notice?"
He shook his head slowly…I never thought you'd be looking…
"I can't help but look at you, watch you. Everything subtle becomes frighteningly clear when you look as look as hard and as intensely as I do," he reached out and caressed Takaba's cheek, "and when I watch you dying from the inside like this… I can't…I can't just let it go…"
Dying from the inside… am I still dying? Didn't I do that a long time ago? No, Gyles… this is decay. I've been dead for so long…
"Just get some rest for now, alright?" Gyles stood up and put the chair back to its place.
Takaba didn't move from his position, the mug still clutched in his hand. "Gyles?"
"Kiss me."
He turned abruptly to see a pair of intense, fiery intense eyes looking up at him. They were too serious, too honest, too genuine to ignore.
"Sei…" he kneeled with one knee before Takaba and held him gingerly by the arms as if they might bruise if he held on too hard, "You don't have to-"
That's not it. I need to know for myself, Gyles… that I might have even the slightest chance of forgetting him…Revive me… bring me back…
"Kiss me. I want to know…"
If that's what you wish…Gyles' hand crept up behind Takaba's neck into the black strands of hair.
"As you wish, my love."
The empty mug dropped with a dull thud onto the wooden floor, rolling away to a slow stop.


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The Knights of Columbus has established a shrine to St. John Paul II in Washington, D.C. The announcement was made during Supreme Knight Carl Anderson's 2011 annual report at the Knights' 129th Supreme Convention.
In addition to the shrine itself, the plans for the site include exhibits on the life and legacy of St. John Paul II, and an exhibit on the Catholic heritage of North America. The shrine and related exhibits are located at the site of the former John Paul II Cultural Center in Northeast Washington, D.C. "True to Pope John Paul II's vision, and using the story of his life as an inspiration, the shrine will be an opportunity to evangelize and spread the Good News of the Gospel through a new evangelization," said Supreme Knight Carl Anderson. "Because of his tireless evangelization efforts, an entire generation of Catholics has become known as the 'John Paul II Generation,' and certainly we are honored to continue to spread his profound and powerful message of hope for our country, our continent and our world."
Previously declared an archdiocesan shrine, the facility took an even greater designation in 2014. On March 19, the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) designated it as a national shrine, which, according to Archbishop Joseph E. Kurts of Louisville, Ky., reflects American Catholics' love for the late pope.
The change takes effect Sunday, April 27, 2014, the day set by Pope Francis for Pope John Paul II's canonization. In conjunction with the raising of John Paul II to the honors of the altar, the facility changed its name to Saint John Paul II National Shrine. The shrine marked the occasion with liturgical celebrations, a reception, and a gathering of young people.
"The American bishops are pleased to reflect the love of Catholics in America for John Paul II by designating this location a national shrine," said Louisville Archbishop Joseph Kurtz, who signed the bishops' decree as USCCB president. "This national shrine is truly America's fitting tribute and remembrance of his legacy."
Patrick Kelly is the Executive Director of the Saint John Paul II National Shrine, managing day-to-day operations of the shrine, directly overseeing its staff, operations and activities.
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The Knights of Columbus worked closely with St. John Paul II throughout his papacy, co-sponsoring his Mass at Aqueduct Racetrack in New York in 1995, assisting with other papal trips, providing support for restoration projects at St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, and supplying resources for papal communications initiatives. The Knights also supported the foundation of the U.S. session of the Pontifical John Paul II Institute for Studies on Marriage and Family, located at The Catholic University of America.
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For more than a century, the Knights of Columbus has had a history of involvement with Catholic institutions in Washington, D.C., many of them within a few blocks of the shrine. The Knights' work includes substantial support for the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, the John Paul II Institute for Studies on Marriage and Family, and The Catholic University of America.


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Sochi, Russian Federation (4E Sports) – The Netherlands won both speed skating gold medals in team pursuit Saturday, bringing their gold medal haul to eight and to 23 medals overall.
Blokhuijsen, Sven Kramer and Koen Verweij took the country's first gold ever in men's pursuit, cruising through the semifinals and finals with an Olympic record time of 3 minutes, 37.71 seconds.
Then Ireen Wust, Jorien ter Mors and Marrit Leenstra blew away Poland in women's with their third Olympic record time in three races. They led by more than a second and a half after the first half-lap and steadily building the advantage from there, winning by more than 7 seconds in 2:58.05.
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The movie that started it all!
I swear my house is haunted,but no one beleives me,so i got footage my self...
Rated 4 / 5 stars May 21, 2009
Nice "scary" footage I liked the sound and the veiw was clear to see the plot was hilarious you even got me all prepared for something scary very god comedy and plenty of "action" hahaha nice video!
Rated 5 / 5 stars March 28, 2009
KNOX BROKE HIS LEG WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIEEEE! Lol halarious vid.
Rated 4.5 / 5 stars January 4, 2009
Dude that was the scariest shiznit I've ever seen! You should report this to the, po--FBI...no...uh...Area 51!...yeah...REPORT THIS TO AREA 51! They'll-They'll take care of this...thing or...yeah...( Plz dont make anymore scary movies because they really scare me and its not funny...its not funny...like your other...stuff.) O_O
Rated 5 / 5 stars December 4, 2008
redcapkid likey.....lol.......*whistles a tune*..................well...good ...job....shame their wont be any more....y u ask...cuz ur a zombie as of now..*releases a zombie at knox* mwuahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahah a*gets bit* waat the hell man?! rawr! >:( eat this undeed scum!* pulls out m4* die noobs! *shoots at like 13 zombies* ur gonna have to work for ur meal dam out of bullets eat hiryo steel *pulls out sword and whapps off sum heds* dieeee! ur not eating me without a fight!!!*contiunues fiting* well good job dude cya! *turns bak to the zombies* u want a piece of me!? well bring it on those that survive will have alot of pieces!*thros nox out the room dude hide*pulls out grenade* come on !*jumps into the zombie horde* die nubs..*Pulls the ring on the gernade* cya guys *salutess*
Rated 5 / 5 stars November 9, 2008