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Jackson County Fair concert Tuesday, July 22
Our last concert of the season is at the Jackson County Fairgrounds in Brownstown Tuesday, July 22. Monday rehearsals will resume Monday, Aug. 25.
For the concert, please help load and unload at the school and at the fair. More hands make much quicker work!
Load at CMS: 5:15 p.m., on the road by 5:30 p.m.
In seats: 6:30 p.m.
Downbeat: 7 p.m.
Note: Allow plenty of travel time, because traffic gets heavy and parking can be a hike.
Summer fashions:
Tops: Tan band polo shirts or close cousin.
Bottoms: Black pants/skirts/shorts and shoes.
From Seymour, take U.S. 50 west into Brownstown.
Go to the second stoplight and turn left.
Take last parking entrance at the south end of the fairgrounds.
Park as directed. It's free.
Our pavilion is by the tractor displays.
Click the map below to enlarge a view of the fairgrounds.
Have a great rest of your summer!


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Charity Zumbathon
Date: 5/10/2013Start Time: 7:00 PMEnd Time: 10:00 PMLocation: Fairfield Arts & Convention Center
Make Fibromyalgia Visible
The 1st Zumbathon for Fibromyalgia in Fairfield, IA will take place on May 10, Fairfield Arts and Convention Center. Zumba Instructors: Leslie Harris, Jason Deprey, and Erica Powless.
Registration begins at 6 pm.
Tickets: Preregistration tickets $10 or commit to raising $100 in donations
Tickets at door: $15
What is Fibromyalgia?
"Fibromyalgia (pronounced fy-bro-my-AL-ja) is a complex chronic pain disorder that affects an estimated 10 million Americans. While it occurs most often in women, it strikes men and children, and all ethnic backgrounds. For those with severe symptoms, fibromyalgia (FM) can be extremely debilitating and interfere with basic daily activities" (http://www.fmcpaware.org/fm-fact-sheet). Proceeds of this event will go to benefit the National Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain Association", which is a leading organization that provides support, education, research, and advocacy for fibromyalgia and chronic pain conditions."
What is Zumba?
Started in 2001, Zumba® classes blend upbeat world rhythms with easy-to-follow choreography, which provide effective, total-body workouts. The company is now the largest branded fitness program in the world -- reporting more than 14 million weekly class participants, in over 140,000 locations, across more than 150 countries. classes blend upbeat world rhythms with easy-to-follow choreography, which provide effective, total-body workouts. "A Zumbathon® charity event is a Zumba® Fitness-Party that is open to the public and raises funds and awareness for a selected charity (an organization, individual or community in need). These events can only be hosted by licensed Zumba Instructors who have been granted approval by Zumba Fitness, LLC." (Taken fromwww.zumba.comwebsite)
No experience is necessary to participate in the Zumbathon. This is a family-friendly event open to the public and welcomes all members of the community. Please wear comfortable workout attire with tennis shoes. Bring a towel and water bottle! Most importantly, just remember to have fun!
This Zumbathon is close to the heart of Leslie Harris, one of the Zumba instructors organizing the event, because she was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia 6 years ago and credits Zumba as one of the things that helped her regain her life.
To support the Zumbathon for Fibromyalgia: participate in the event, make a financial donation, encourage others to participate in the event, donate a door prize for the event, supply advertisement for the event, or all of the above contact Leslie Harris or Jason Deprey. To Donate online or for more information go to https://sites.google.com/site/leslieandjasonevents/
Zumbathon Contacts:
Leslie Harris
Email: firstname.lastname@example.com
Phone: 319-481-2163

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There are 2 additional 2 bedroom units. Many of the apartment have been remodeled in 2014. All units have separate heat and electricity.
This apartment complex has eleven (11) two bedroom, one bath units. Many of the apartments have been recently remodeled, and all have separate heat and electric.
Multi use 4 unit building on the corner on a high populated section of Whitman Park. First unit is a Commercial store front currently used as a clothing store. This unit has access to the basement. 3 additional residential unit in the building, one on the first floor that is a 1 bedroom and currently occupied. Upstairs are two more apts, one is occupied and the other is vacant. This building has passed state and city inspections. It is an excellent investment opportunity.
solid brick corner property on very nice street. can be grocery store, proffesional office. barber shop, or any kind of business. gas heaters almost new. central aic conditioner on first floor business. two bedroom apartment on 2nd floor. all meters, heaters ,water heaters and water seperate. close to schools, shopping, highways, bridges and public transportation. quick settlement can be arranged. also includes 3 detached garages.
Great house in s excellent, quite location, Just waiting for the right owner, Why pay rent when you can own this 3 bedroom two bath home? This is a great investment. Homeowner has had it previously rented for 1200. a month. Good investment or home for the first time homeowner. don't wait make an offer now.
Building consists of two floors with basement. Built approximately 1923 formerly used as a charter school. Masonry structure, flat roof, plaster on wood stud walls, plaster ceilings, vinyl tile floors, with security system. First Floor 5 classrooms, Girls and Boys lavatories, and two offices. Second Floor 6 classrooms, one office and two bathrooms. Basement Floor Nurse office, computer room, utility and storage room, boiler room, fully equipped kitchen and cafeteria. Gas fired hot water radiator heat, some window air conditioning units, 40 gallon domestic hot water heater, mixed plumbing and various sized circuit breaker boxes. Approximately 25 onsite parking spaces. Building is NOT for sale. Lease amount $7.50/SF. Annual lease $124,560 or $10,380 per month. Triple Net Lease. Tenant responsible for all operating costs. Total square feet is estimated but deemed reliable.
Tremendous investment opportunity includes a high visbility store front with two spacious apartments. Three sources of income with one building close to transportation, shopping & more. Priced to sell now. Available as part of a package deal. Call today for details.
Looking for a single family home that you can move right into? This home has been lovingly cared for and updated. The eat in kitchen was just remodeled and has plenty of counter space and ceramic tile floors. The full bath was also remodeled. The living room has vaulted ceilings and a beautiful wood staircase. Full unfinished basement is waiting for you. Gas heat and central ac. Maintenance free exterior.
Great opportunity to own a well established auto repair shop. Located near major highways, hospitals, Philadelphia, bridges and major commercial and residential areas. There are two bays with lifts, an air condition office, a metal storage unit(negotiable). Yard is fenced. Turbo heaters in the shop area, and electric heat in the office. Price to Sell. The address is Jefferson but the entrance to the property is South Broadway Street. Will finance.
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Dir. Nagisa Oshima (1983). Seriously underrated when it was released, Oshima's account of British POWs and their Japanese captors is Kabuki of the highest order. The suitably bizarre cast includes rock stars David Bowie and Riyuchi Sakamoto (who supplied a haunting score) as well as Takeshi Kitanowhose delivery of the English title line is unforgettable.
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After a very long absence, I'm finally getting ready to publish my next story. It's pretty kinky so far. ;)
Until then, check out my taboo erotica compilation on Amazon.
much love. xoxo
After a very long absence, I'm finally getting ready to publish my next story. It's pretty kinky so far. ;)
Until then, check out my taboo erotica compilation on Amazon.
much love. xoxo
New book out! This one was a lot of fun to write. You can get it on Smashwords now, and it should be up on Amazon and Barnes and Noble by tomorrow. Happy fapping!
An Officer and a Tentacle
Officer Ryder is returning from a mission to the Xerxes Nebula when he finds himself stranded on the mysterious LV-69. While investigating the strange planet, he quickly finds himself at the mercy of an otherworldly creature with twisted desires!
AN OFFICER AND A TENTACLE is a wicked tale of forbidden romance and oral sex between two men followed by raunchy anal probing and cock milking with a ravenous tentacle monster!
My heart pounded inside my temples as I stared down at the writhing tentacles still inside the box. Would they devour me? Or suffocate me? As I scanned the seemingly endless swarm of tentacles below for answers, I suddenly felt a strange, gentle sensation on the outline of my snug bulge.
Looking down, I could see a single tentacle lightly stroking my shaft through my space suit. It teased the length of my meat and tickled my swelling mushroom head. Another tentacle joined it to feel the sensation of my heavy balls through the fabric of my suit, pressing them gently into my body and massaging them with a strange, gentle tenderness.
My lips quivered as the pure terror ravaging my trembling body began to give way to a strange, forbidden desire. The beast filled my shaft with a curious longing that I had never before experienced and would never dare to confess. The tentacles working my tightening package reached up to the neck of my space suit, wrapped themselves firmly around the fabric, then ripped it from my body with one, quick tear, leaving me utterly vulnerable save for my sturdy helmet.
I should probably be doing some writing, but today….
For this week only, I'm offering the first book in my top-selling trilogy, My Billionaire Daddy, for FREE on Smashwords with Coupon Code JC87K.
Max takes a gamble when he starts his own humble wine label. After a bottle finds its way into the hands of Dante DiFranco, the wealthy owner of a massive vineyard, he offers the boy the chance of a lifetime. When Max gives in to the older man, the corks won't be the only things popping!
MY BILLIONAIRE DADDY is a sensual tale of gentle romance and passionate sex. It includes tasty descriptions of oral pleasure, masturbation, and anal sex.
I've been busy lately ~ Here's my new book! Frat Boy Gangbang is out now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Rainbow eBooks, and Kobo!
Aaron is desperate to join his buddy's fraternity. After making it through Hell Week, he'll have to face one more night of humiliating punishment!
Frat Boy Gangbang is a raunchy tale of college lust. Aaron gets humiliated in front of his brothers, spanked with a paddle, forced to suck a group of frat guys, and gangbanged by his new brothers.
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I bit my lip hard when I suddenly found myself completely exposed and vulnerable to Michael's punishment. He gripped the paddle's handle in his fist, then lightly teased my bare ass with the polished wood
"How bad do you want this?" he asked.
"I… I wanted it more than anything," I whimpered.
"To be one of us?" he laughed, "Or to get your ass spanked like a little bitch?"
I snickered nervously as my ass squeezed in anticipation of the abuse that I would soon face.
"Well, what is it?" Michael demanded.
I swallowed another load of spit and hung my head down. "Whatever it takes, sir."
Christ, I've been a slacker lately! My new book, Alex in Bondageland, is out now on Smashwords and Rainbow eBooks. It should be live on Kobo, B&N, and Amazon by tomorrow!
Alex is a college boy curious to explore his raging sexuality. When he meets a mysterious man in a porn shop buying a white rabbit vibrator, he follows him into a strange wonderland of carnal pleasure. As he explores the queer landscape, he meets a host of characters all too eager to break him in!
ALEX IN BONDAGELAND is a kinky, modern retelling of the classic tale. It includes wicked descriptions of public masturbation, a teabagging party with the Mad Fapper, and a wild orgy with the Red King and all of his men.
4411 Words.
"So what do you say, Alex?" the Mad Fapper offered me a teasing smirk. "Are you horny?"
"I, uh, maybe a little…" I struggled to respond as my cheeks began to flush.
"Come on," he laughed. "I'm horny. He's horny. We're all horny here!" He stepped toward me, stroking his meat slowly before my trembling eyes. "Why don't you have some fun with us? We were just about to have a little teabagging party. If you're good, maybe I'll tell you where your little friend went."
My shaft began to swell as I stared at the man stroking his cock for me. I gulped hard, then nodded my head.
"Alright," I muttered.
"Good boy," he beckoned in response. "C'mon kid, live a little. Now, get down on your knees."
My best friend just published her first book, Tony and Miguel's High School Reunion Gangbang. You can pick it up on Smashwords! Go and show her some love!
Some times it really does get better.
Tony was always picked on in high school by the jocks and he's never forgotten. Now he's back for his 10-year high school reunion, ready to face them and get some payback.
TONY AND MIGUEL'S HIGH SCHOOL REUNION GANGBANG is a steamy tale of group sex featuring descriptions of sensual oral and anal sex with multiple partners.
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We round a corner and see three silhouettes sitting on benches in front of us. Miguel lets go of my hand, walks forward to one of the benches and sits down. One of the figures stands and slowly approaches me. In the dim light, I catch sight of dark, curly blonde hair and my heart starts pounding.
"Hey, Tony," Jake Kissinger says. "It's been a long time." He walks up close to me and extends his hand. I look at it carefully, warily, and Jake smiles sheepishly.
"I know I was a huge asshole to you in high school," he says. "I—I just always kind of thought you were hot."
I don't even know what to say to that. I snort.
He nods and laughs. "I know. I get it. But five years ago, I was really hoping you'd be here. We," he gestures to the other three sitting down, "all love cock and we were all hoping you'd be here. I just wanna make things right."
He puts his hand on my shoulder. I stifle a flinch but I'm sure he can tell because he grips me tighter and pulls me close. As he leans in, his dark blue eyes gleam in a stream of light from the windows. I can see his full lips nearing mine and as our mouths meet, I open mine to receive his probing tongue.
He presses his body against mine. I can instantly feel his erection taut against his pants, rubbing against mine as I playfully bite his lip. He pulls his mouth back slowly. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"You'll have to do some penance," I whisper.
Daddy's Naughty Boy is out now! You can get it on Smashwords and Rainbow eBooks now, and it should be up on Barnes and Noble, Amazon, and Kobo tomorrow! :)
Cody's been obsessed with his new step-dad, Shane, from the moment they met. When he catches him fooling around with one of the neighbors, Shane gives him a kinky offer- he can join in if he doesn't tell mom!
DADDY'S NAUGHTY BOY is a kinky tale of taboo sex. It includes tasty descriptions of masturbation, sex between a step-father and son, and a cock-sucking and ass-pounding threesome with two older men!
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I knew that he could see the way I looked at him when he spent hours working on his car. I knew that he could see the dark craving that raged inside of me. But he never reacted with disgust; he always gave me that same knowing smirk and tempting grin.
As he leaned beneath the hood of his car, I imagined myself bending over beneath him. His firm bulge would grind against my hips as I clutched the burning metal and whimpered with unquenchable desire. I could almost feel his firm hands exploring my youthful frame, teasing my sensitive flesh and taking me for himself.
As I lost myself in my dark fantasy, I could feel my shaft beginning to fill with heat. My cock throbbed inside my jeans, pressing tightly against the denim, desperately craving release. I twisted my cigarette butt into the ash tray and bit my lip. I could tell that my load was going to be massive.
I just re-worked the cover for His Undying Lust, the first book in my erotic vampire series. Check it on on Amazon. :)
Rick is a vampire hunter on a brutal quest for vengeance. His latest mission is to take down Michael Drake, a blood-sucker posing as a wealthy CEO. When Rick's plans begin to crumble, he finds himself at the mercy of a creature who craves more than blood!
*Warning: Contains Adult Content- This book is intended for mature audiences only!*
I began to feel a gnawing fear building within my flesh, as I shouted curses at myself. I had hundreds of missions under my belt, and yet I had so easily allowed myself to be placed in a position of complete submission. Despite my frenzied struggle, I couldn't help acknowledging that I had a growing thirst to experience the enemy. My head began to spin with confusion, but regardless of my own doubts and curiosity, I knew that there was no way to escape Drake's thirst for satisfaction.
He smirked as his fingertips graced across my bare skin, finding the spot between my ribs that always sent a quivering pleasure through my core. He must have seen the way my eyes began to roll underneath his touch as he allowed his focus to remain on my flesh. He stared into my eyes and continued to tease me beneath his fingertips.
"You seem so nervous," he whispered. "Just give yourself over to the pleasure." He leaned forward and pressed his warm lips against mine. His tongue slide between my teeth as I released myself into his desire. He pulled back and offered a comforting smile.
"Besides, you're not going anywhere now."
Illuminati Sex Slave is out now! You can snag your copy at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Rainbow eBooks, and Smashwords!
After his colleague goes missing while investigating the elusive Illuminati, Harvey Ghast, P.I., sets out to unravel the mystery. But, when he gets too close to the truth, he is quickly snatched up by the shadowy brotherhood and subjected to their twisted magick sex rituals!
ILLUMINATI SEX SLAVE is a twisted tale of carnal desire and unspeakable horror. It includes wicked descriptions of domination, submission, ritual group sex, demonic possession, and sex with an immortal spirit.
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Another man stepped out from the circle. He wore a crimson mask, creating a stark contrast against his brothers'. His eyes scanned my trembling body before he curled his lips into a smirk. "Well done, sir," he bellowed. "He will be an excellent addition to the ritual."
I pushed myself up to my knees and managed to stammer, "R-Ritual? What are you going to do to me?"
The crimson-masked man stepped to me and slapped his hand on my shoulder. "Tonight is the Feast of Horus, one of our most sacred rites. We've been looking for a virgin, and I think you'll do just fine."
I nearly fell onto my back. "But, I'm not a virgin!" I shouted.
The man exposed his shimmering teeth as he flashed a grin down to me. He leaned over and whispered softly in my ear, "But you're an anal virgin."
Before I could refuse, the cult descended on me. Swarms of hands reached for my body and wrapped their fingers around my arms. They pulled me up to my feet and dragged my writhing body toward the altar. It wasn't until I reached the base of the steps that I noticed the shackles dangling down from the ominous towers.


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ABSTRACTConclusions from Case Test Results
It is an object of the present invention to provide a new agent for the treatment of alopecia, the agent being not only effective and safe for, in particular, alopecia areata, androgenetic alopecia in a male, androgenetic alopecia in a female, female pattern alopecia, postpartum alopecia, seborrheic alopecia, alopecia pityroides, senile alopecia, cancer chemotherapy drug-induced alopecia, and alopecia due to radiation exposure, but also effective for a target having resistance to treatment with minoxidil or finasteride, there being no side effects such as an itching sensation, irritation, or feminization, and no contraindications, the agent suppressing dandruff or having a therapeutic effect for white hair, and the therapeutic effect for alopecia being maintained for a long period even when use of the agent is stopped.
The solution means of the present invention is an agent for the treatment of alopecia containing as an active ingredient a C-type natriuretic peptide (CNP), a B-type natriuretic peptide (BNP), a derivative of these NPs, a chimeric peptide of these NPs, or a derivative of a chimeric peptide of these NPs.
[0666] As is clear from the above-mentioned test cases, the agent for the treatment of alopecia of the present invention had a very high recovery rate for hair loss, and the period taken to express its hair growth promoting effect was short. In most cases, hair growth was confirmed by applying the agent for the treatment of alopecia of the present invention for 1 week to 2 weeks, and clear hair growth was observed during the 3rd week. Furthermore, the treatment agent of the present invention restored white hair to black hair, decreased dandruff in an alopecia pityroides patient, and improved seborrheic scalp in a seborrheic alopecia patient.other recent research:
[0667] When the agent for the treatment of alopecia of the present invention contained CNP or BNP as an active ingredient, the therapeutic effects were marked, hair grew almost certainly with application twice a day for 1 week, terminal hair was observed with application for 2 weeks, and it became difficult to see the skin with application for 4 weeks. Worthy of special note is that it was unnecessary to continue application after vellus hair grew; the vellus hair became dark and thick, became terminal hair, and continued to grow.
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I need a summary of a plot of oliver twist about 100 words!!!!! please i need some sith or something!
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Oliver Twist is born into a life of poverty and misfortune in a workhouse in an unnamed town (although when originally published in Bentley's Miscellany in 1837 the town was called Mudfog and said to be within 75 miles north of London). Orphaned almost from his first breath by his mothers death in childbirth and his fathers unexplained absence, Oliver is meagerly provided for under the terms of the Poor Law, and spends the first nine years of his life at a baby farm in the 'care' of a woman named Mrs. Mann. Along with other juvenile offenders against the poor laws, Oliver is brought up with little food and few comforts. Around the time of Oliver's ninth birthday, Mr. Bumble, a parish beadle, removes Oliver from the baby farm and puts him to work picking oakum at the main workhouse (the same one where his mother worked before she died). Oliver, who toils with very little food, remains in the workhouse for six months. One day, the desperately hungry boys decide to draw lots; the loser mu ...moreAnswered by projjal, 02 Nov '11 08:24 pm
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In the Nineteenth Century, the orphan Oliver Twist is sent to a workhouse, where the children are barely fed and mistreated. He moves to the house of an undertaker, but after an unfair severe spank, he starts a seven day runaway to London. He arrives exhausted and starving, and is welcomed by a gang of pickpockets leaded by the old crook Fagin. When he is mistakenly taken as a thief, the wealthy victim Mr. Brownlow brings Oliver to his home and shelters him. But Fagin and the dangerous Bill Sykes decide to kidnap Oliver to burglarize Mr. Brownlow's fancy house. Oliver is wounded, while Mr. Brownlow tries to save OliverAnswered by Deepak Joshi, 09 Feb '10 12:13 am
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Since its inception, the Honda CRF450R has been constantly upgraded and the MY2015 makes no exception. The new version gets a fresh Engine Mode Select button which will help you select from the three available riding modes (Standard, Smooth, and Aggressive) with a push of a button.
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There are many good reasons to choose Plainfaing for you next holiday. Fabulous food, interesting attractions and fun activities are just a few of those reasons. A holiday rental home in Plainfaing will put you close to all of the most popular attractions. Your well-appointed rental home will serve as your home base for all of your adventures in the Lorraine region of this beautiful country.
Plainfaing boasts lovely scenery and there are many spots that are perfect for hiking and cycling. The town sits on the River Muerthe, and the River provides the opportunity for various types of water related activities such as fishing and boating. Should you holiday to Plainfaing during the winter, you will find that skiing and snowboarding is available within a reasonable driving distance. Visit as many of the local eateries as you can. This will give you the chance to learn as much as possible about the local food. For many people on holiday to France, the food is one of the highlights of their entire holiday. Visit a nearby winery where you can participate in a wine tasting or learn about the process of turning grapes into wine.
Within a short drive of Plainfaing you will find a number of interesting attractions that are worth a stop whilst on holiday to the area. A number of wonderful art museums and galleries, such as the Strasbourg Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art, are located near Plainfaing. Spend a day browsing through the works of old masters and of new local artists. Many historic buildings, including castles and churches also dot the landscape. This is wonderful for visitors who enjoy history and architecture.
When you visit Plainfaing you should expect chilly winter nights and mild summers. During the winter months the average low temperatures are between -2° and 2° C and the average highs are between 5° and 8° C. During the spring, the average low temperatures are between 16° and 20° C and the highs are between 12° and 13° C. During the summer, the average lows are 23° to 25° C and average highs are 32° to 33° C. There are 12 to 15 rainy days per month.
The closest airport to Plainfaing is Strasbourg Airport (SXB), located 60 km away. Other options include Geneva Airport (GVA), located 226 km from Plainfaing, Chamberg Airport (CMF), which is 294 km away and Lyon Airport (LYS), located 309 km away. It is recommended that you have a car for use during your stay.


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The question of jurisdiction over the roads in Rocky Mountain National Park lay unresolved for more than a decade after the Park was created in 1915. Colorado had retained jurisdiction so that it could complete the construction of the Fall River Road, but there had been much subsequent litigation over questions of control, as described above. Understandably federal officials became a bit sensitive on the failure of the state to cede jurisdiction, as it had indicated it would as early as 1913. In December of 1926, Interior Department officials warned that $199,000 in appropriations for Rocky Mountain National Park might be forfeited by the state if jurisdiction were not ceded. National Park Service officials further cautioned that future appropriations for road work totaling $500,000 might instead be switched to Yosemite National Park. [1]
When Superintendent Roger Toll returned to Colorado in December, 1926, from a visit to Washington, he commented on the mood of Congress:
The Rocky Mountain News had earlier quoted Interior Department officials as saying that such a transfer of jurisdiction would in no way disturb the rights of any property owners within the borders of the Park. Rather, the cession would simplify the administration of the Park's rules and would probably prevent a recurrence of a controversy similar to that over the transportation concession. [3]
Working toward that end, late in 1926 James Grafton Rogers drafted a bill for the Colorado legislature to cede jurisdiction of roads in both Rocky Mountain and Mesa Verde National Parks to the federal government. The bill was the result of several years of study by Denver Chamber of Commerce officials. It reserved to the state only the right to serve civil and criminal processes and to tax individuals and corporations within the two parks. Furthermore, Park residents would retain the right to vote in state elections. [4] The Rogers' bill was introduced in the Colorado State House of Representatives in January, 1927, by Representatives Edward C. King, F. W. Flebbe, R. W. Calkins, and E. W. Newland, and in the Senate by Senator I. L. Quiat. Initial action was taken by the House when the bill was referred to the Committee on Federal Relations.
Meanwhile, opposition to the measure was evidenced in northern Colorado. There, some people feared their water rights would be endangered; others believed that an exorbitant entrance fee would immediately be charged. Those owning land within the Park worried lest the government claim their property. Still others argued that the ceding of jurisdiction would constitute federal encroachment on state's rights. Of those groups opposing the cession, the mining representatives were at first the most vocal. [5]
M. M. Tomblin, secretary of the Colorado Mining Association, warned that passage of the House bill
In an address given on January 27, to the annual convention of that association in Denver, John R. Wolff, President of the Boulder County Metal Mining Association, called the federal government's threat to cut off appropriations
Elsewhere in Colorado, the state legislature's consideration of the bill was complicated by rumors of an impending boundary extension in Rocky Mountain National Park. According to hearsay, the boundary change would encompass 60,000 acres of Forest Service land extending from Mount Audubon south to the Arapahoe peaks. [8] Representatives of miners and stockmen wanted the Forest Service to retain control over the area, since that bureau encouraged private development within the forest reserves.
The bill's opponents also claimed that its adoption would "spell the death" of a major water diversion project planned for lands that would presumably be included in the Park addition. The project was to divert water from the Grand River on the western slope to the eastern slope. Planners predicted that the project would be capable of developing 200,000 kilowatts of electric power and one-half million acre feet of water. In all, it would cost from $10,000,000 to $15,000,000.
John R. Wolff, a major opponent of the bill, warned that if the boundary extension was realized,
Not all commentators, however, opposed the bill. Joe Mills, proprietor of the Craggs Hotel in Estes Park and a resident of Boulder, spoke in its favor. He believed that the bill would make available government resources to develop roads in an area where the state could not finance them "for fifty years, if ever." Mills showed an awareness of the profit to be made from government management of scenery, something overlooked by the mining and cattle associations. He warned that the Estes Park Chamber of Commerce, hotel men and other property owners within the Park resented the effort made by organizations centered in Boulder to defeat the bill. [10]
When James Grafton Rogers returned to Colorado from Washington in February, he cautioned opponents of the bill that members of the National Park Service Commission were becoming impatient at Colorado's "tardiness" in ceding jurisdiction. [11] Indeed, Congressman Louis Cramton, chairman of the Interior Department appropriations sub-committee, threatened to abolish the Park, if jurisdiction were not ceded. Senator Laurence C. Phipps and Congressman Edward T. Taylor stated that it would be "a serious blunder" and "very foolish" if the Colorado legislature failed to pass the cession bill. [12]
Opponents of state cession ignored, or were unaware of, the fact that the ceding of jurisdiction over certain tracts of land by the state to the federal government was not unknown in Colorado. At various times, the state legislature had approved bills for ceding state land used by the federal government for post offices, court houses, army posts, arsenals, and Indian schools. But the part of the pending cession bill that especially frightened some Coloradans was the stipulation that Colorado cede jurisdiction "over and within all the territory which is now or may hereafter be included in the Rocky Mountain and Mesa Verde National Park."
Moreover, residents or owners of the many farms, cities and industries lying along streams that had their headwaters in Rocky Mountain Park, feared that cession might affect them adversely. The Boulder News-Herald reflected the fears of many such citizens when it asked:
Other residents of these same valley towns became concerned that their lucrative positions at the "Gateway to the Park" would somehow be endangered by federal regulation. C. D. Brumley of Boulder prophesid that if Fall River Road were ceded, "traffic would be diverted via Denver and Idaho Springs over the non-fee Berthoud Pass route to the detriment of all northern Colorado." [14] It was not surprising that the furor raised over the cede jurisdiction question was compared with earlier debates on free silver.
Editor Arthur Parkhurst of the Boulder News-Herald recoiled in anger from what he considered intimidation by the federal government:
R. J. Ball, editor of the Loveland Reporter-Herald and President of Colorado Editorial Association, supported "the old-fashioned idea" that Colorado would be better off without the federal government's control of any land in the state. "Surely," he declared,
The call to defend "states-rights" was echoed in the Boulder News-Herald of February 5, 1927. This opposition paper ended in a typical emotional,
The News-Herald predicted:
While the News-Herald appealed to God, the Sterling Advocate preferred to call on a local deity.
16. Editorial in the Loveland Reporter-Herald quoted in The Boulder News-Herald February 5, 1927.
Such vehemence was bound to bring about a like reaction from supporters of cession. While The (Boulder) Daily Camera mildly wondered "if we are not given more to prejudice than to reason," [20] Congressman Cramton reacted as a man influenced by shock and disgust. He characterized the people living near the Park as having, "the most unfriendly, unappreciative, unhelpful public sentiment that has ever surrounded any national park." To him, the self-styled champions of states-rights were merely "trouble-makers trying to monopolize the spotlight." [21]
What should have been a rational debate was degenerating into raucous name-calling. The Colorado delegation in Washington interjected into this statewide argument a calm but firmly worded appeal. In early February Senators Phipps and Means, and Congressmen Vaile, Timberlake, Hardy and Taylor sent Governor William Adams a message which stated:
On February 18, after a public hearing, the Colorado House Committee on Federal Relations reported out the cession bill bound with the shackles of an amendment drawn by the Colorado Mining Association. This "Colorado-protecting amendment" read:
The Boulder News-Herald hailed the insertion of this amendment as a victory for the opponents of the cession. [24]
Two days later, the Rocky Mountain News predicted that if the bill passed the House it would surely meet bitter opposition in the Senate. The newspaper believed that senate approval depended upon the adoption of amendments that would limit federal jurisdiction. [25] On February 23, the Denver Post stated that "the national parks fight had started . . . in earnest," since the House and Senate Federal Relations Committee had met in joint session and held a public hearing on the controversial bill. To persuade uncommitted legislators, citizens of Loveland perfected plans to parade in front of the capital bearing signs that read, "Kill park bill. Save our water." [26] Meanwhile, for "three stormy hours," proponents and opponents "rolled up their sleeves, polished their vocabularies and unlimbered their heavy oratorical artillery before the joint meeting." [27] Representatives of northern Colorado towns, including Berthoud, Loveland, Longmont and Boulder opposed the bill through the testimony of their spokesman Reid Williams, city attorney of Loveland. On the other side were delegations from the Chambers of Commerce of Denver and Estes Park led by James Grafton Rogers.
The next day, February 24, the House discouraged the bill's supporters by voting the bill back into committee, not the Federal Relations Committee that originally had control of the bill, but the Committee on Roads and Bridges. The quick legislative approval of this maneuver indicated to the Denver Post that the group steering the bill was following a carefully prepared plan. [28] The motion carried by a voice vote of 35 to 25. A few observers deemed it improbable that the nine members of the Committee on Roads and Bridges were known to be against ceding jurisdiction.
This turn of events especially disturbed those who had worked longest to accomplish cession. Rogers recalled that originally Secretary of the Interior Lane had refused to approve the creation of the Park until the state legislature ceded jurisdiction. The Secretary subsequently relented when Rogers and his Colorado Mountain Club pledged to carry on a decade of active lobbying for the cession. [29] Another pledge interested workers on both sides of the issue, for on April 23, 1913 the Colorado State Senate, in its campaign for a national park had sent the following resolution to President Woodrow Wilson:
During the 1927 debate over cession, several opponents raised serious questions about this "pledge." Were the people of Colorado bound by a promise made fourteen years earlier? Indeed was it within the power of that assembly even to issue such a resolution? Mrs. Enos Mills, for one, challenged the binding force of the resolution. She claimed, "The resolution of 1913 expressed the sentiment of the legislature at that time, a sentiment which was not now shared by the people of Colorado ...." [31]
In favor of fulfilling the pledge, twenty-three civic leaders of Denver revived the memory of the Great War in their cause. They sent a telegram to Governor Adams in which they questioned:
The Boulder News-Herald contended that the state never had been bound by the promises of individual legislators. It termed the argument in favor of the pledge nothing more than "sentimental bunk." [33]
By March the Colorado legislative hesitation over cession was becoming acutely embarrassing to the state's delegation in Washington. Congressman Taylor, after conferring with Representative Cramton, reported that all construction on Fall River Road would be held up. Appropriation acts of the past two years carried no limitations only because of promises made by Governor Morley and Attorney-General Boatright that jurisdiction would soon be ceded. The embittered Taylor concluded:
Dr. Hubert Work, Secretary of the Interior and a native Coloradan, agreed in general with Taylor. In a speech before both houses of the state legislature on March 19 he threatened to close the Fall River Road if the cession were not granted. He appeared ready to wash his hands of the matter. "If the state doesn't want the park enough to fulfill its promise to cede the control," he told the legislators, "let it all go back to what it was before and let's forget it." [35]
The Denver papers, which had tended to be neutral in the jurisdictional debate, then moved closer to outright support for the bill. The Rocky Mountain News took vigorous issue with the bill's opponents. It labeled as "ridiculous" claims of mining resources in the Park. With respect to irrigation, the News pointed out that "every bit of water" in the area was appropriated long before the Park was created. Thus there was no new water to claim. Furthermore, reservoirs could be built outside the mountains at far less cost than within the mountain area. [36]
By mid-month, the House bill was reported out by the Committee on Roads and Bridges. House members then voted to add two amendments to the bill, one reserving to the citizens of the state the free use of all roads, and the other specifying that jurisdiction should not become effective until the citizens of the state were given the right to construct irrigation works in the Park. With these two amendments the bill passed the House on second reading on March 19, and the third reading a day later. [37]
On April 8 the Senate passed the original bill on second reading, adding only the irrigation amendment. The next day, the Senate passed the bill on third reading. The House declined to concur on the revised bill, so a joint committee was appointed which finally reported in favor of ceding jurisdiction over Mesa Verde, but took no action respecting Rocky Mountain National Park. In the closing hours of the legislative session this report was accepted by both houses and the bill was accordingly passed. [38]
Congressman Cramton later prophesied from Washington that, "the first pinch . . . will be felt when the government fails to go thru with a $500,000 road project in the area." [39] Indeed, by the coming of the new year the "pinch" was to prove irritating in neighboring Fort Collins. The local newspaper complained that because of the funds withheld, "it is high time Colorado came to its senses . . . . The whole controversy results from misunderstandings and bullheadedness." [40] Whatever the causes for the controversy, it was true that the monetary loss to Colorado would be great. Approximately $500,000 originally appropriated for road construction in Rocky Mountain National Park was divided among eighteen other national parks. Then, too, a five-year road-building program for the state, calling for an expenditure of $1,237,500 was tentatively abandoned. According to Superintendent Toll, plans were suspended for constructing or reconstructing forty miles of highway and about ninety miles of trails in the Park. Even the hope of future appropriations for the Park was dimmed by the unforgiving attitude of Congressman Cramton. "As long as I have something to do with appropriations for national parks," he declared, "I will not sanction the expenditure of federal funds on national park highways over which the authority of the government is disputed." [41]
By the early spring of 1928, economics had partially begun to crowd out politics in Colorado as the predominant consideration in the controversy. The Rocky Mountain News studied Denver's economic pulse and reported that "it is high time for Denver's business interests to take a hand and tell politicians and obstructionists where to get off." [42] By September the News further warned that "a way out must be found between now and January. The deadlock is bad for Denver from a business point of view." [43] Perhaps answering this call, the Colorado Kiwanis Club adopted a resolution in favor of the cession on October 2, and soon after the Denver Chamber of Commerce intensified its activities for the bill through its Civic and Legislative Council.
In early December the News again brought up the economic advantages of the cession. "On a straight business basis," it believed the Park was more valuable for its "tourist crop" than agricultural products. The News reasoned, "the tourist crop is perennial, and does not wear out the soil," [44] By December 24, the paper could report that businessmen's clubs of Denver were lining up behind the Kiwanis Club for the ceding of jurisdiction. Also, the Round Table, an organization of presidents of businessmen's service clubs, had decided to endorse the measure. [45]
While Denver moved to support the cession, sections of northern Colorado remained adamantly opposed to the proposition. In July 1928, both the Boulder County Republican and Democratic Assemblies officially commended the 1927 state legislature for its refusal to cede jurisdiction. On September 30, an organization of water users was formed to lobby against the cession. Representatives from Fort Morgan, Brush, Greeley, Fort Collins, Loveland, and Johnstown were present at the first meeting held at the Loveland City Hall. [46] When the Greeley Chamber of Commerce held a mock trial over the ceding of jurisdiction, half of the jury refused even to vote on a verdict. [47] The Boulder Camera predicted that the upcoming legislative fight over jurisdiction "promises to be a lively scrap." [48]
As state legislators prepared for the 1929 session, late endorsements for the cession came from such diverse groups as the Moffat Tunnel League, the Denver Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Colorado Women's Service Club, and the Englewood, Colorado, Chamber of Commerce. On January 4, the Rocky Mountain News advised the legislators, "there's no sense in Colorado seeking to fight Uncle Samit's like butting the head against a stone wall." [49]
Advice both helpful and ominous also came from Washington. Senator Phipps informed the 27th General Assembly that a federal appropriation of $457,000 for highways and maintenance in the park was certain if jurisdiction was ceded by March 3. Congressman Cramton, chairman of the sub-committee on Interior Department appropriations, meanwhile warned of the consequences if the March 3 deadline were not met. He said, "failure to cede jurisdiction will not end the park as a national playground but it will end all appropriations indefinitely." [50]
On January 10, 1929 House Bill No. 44 to cede jurisdiction was introduced in the state legislature by Representatives William C. Burchfield of Denver (Republican), Edwin C. Johnson of Craig (Democrat), and James H. Beggs of Keenesburg, Weld County (Republican). The House Committee on Federal Relations, to which the bill was sent, held public hearings on January 29 and 30. After listening to more than twenty witnesses repeat the arguments previously advanced for and against the cession, the committee members set off on a visit to Estes Park to "see the situation on the ground." [51]
The new House bill met many of the opposition's old objections. It restricted the Park boundaries to their existing limits; it permitted a change of the boundary to permit the building of a forest road through Allenspark; and it guaranteed existing water rights. Still, opposition persisted from the Boulder Livestock Growers Association, and the Boulder News-Herald remained defiant. The Denver Chamber of Commerce thought the situation was serious enough to warrant its sending of "an urgent request" to the Colorado congressional delegation for assistance. The Boulder Camera sought to remind its subscribers:
And later:
It was becoming increasingly evident, however, that the opposition to the bill was to be found mainly, if not only, in Boulder. As far back as December of 1928, Roy Ray, the editor of the Poudre Valley and a militant foe of the ceding measure, worried that "it is not an easy matter for citizens of the rest of the state to reach any definite conclusion." [54]
Supporters of the bill became ever more confident, while those who had fought so long against it fatalistically predicted its passage. Then the ease with which the bill passed the House surprised even its more optimistic proponents. [55] It was approved on February 7, on second reading without argument and without a dissenting vote. Furthermore, the awaited "last stand" of the die-hards never developed, as the bill passed the next day on third reading by a vote of 54 to 7. [56]
The House included a short amendment protecting all vested water rights within the Park area and all canals and ditches already constructed. Some opposition developed among state senators who questioned whether future water needs would be satisfied by this amendment, For instance, they wondered if the government would allow the future diversion of water from the western slope to the eastern slope, particularly if the diversion required the building of tunnels and canals across Park limits. While the Denver Post predicted "a bitter fight" in the Senate, [57] the Boulder News-Herald foresaw that the bill would pass by an overwhelming vote. [58]
In the Senate the bill was referred to the Committee on State Affairs and Public Lands. Following a public hearing this committee reported the bill favorably. The bill passed its third and final reading on February 15 "without a word of debate" and with only one dissenting vote. [59] Governor William Adams promptly signed the bill on February 16. His action was followed by the introduction of a bill in Congress (through Congressman Edward T. Taylor) to accept the Colorado cession. The bill passed both houses and was signed by President Calvin Coolidge in one of his last official acts on March 2, 1929. Thus the cede jurisdiction controversy was finally settled.
Almost at the same time, Horace M. Albright, National Park Service chief, announced that Rocky Mountain National Park would benefit from a ten-year road-building project to cost $1,750,000. The project would begin with the construction of a new $650,000 approach to Milner Pass, to supersede the Fall River Road. This "wonder road" would ascend the old Trail Ridge, generally following the path used for ages by Indians in crossing the Continental Divide. [60] Its construction, along with other road and trail work in the Park, will be considered next.
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Circe was forbidden; Circe was a friend. Across the ruined railway, out of sight among the bunkers, she bade me rub coal dust in her hair. But when I felt the softness of them both, and shook my head - "So you won't, or can't," she said, making a face: "Yet you know it's forbidden, all the same?" Then, with increasing exasperation: "Don't you understand the power of refusing? Not just this, but anything. The world may come to an end, but it is my destiny not to be turned over like a stone."
We made our peace somehow. I shuffled my feet, as if really I had little enough to stand upon, and eventually Circe found something kind to say. But what I remembered best was the stillness of the day and both of us together there in silence, looking out over the fields. How barren, how barren they were just then. There was just the one gnarled building there, in the mud, like a plea against the sky, as though it had sworn it would always be remembered, and been crushed by the unsuspected weight of its own prayer.
With Circe for a guide, I soon surmised that prohibition was general in the world. The next thing forbidden was supper, a meal which simply did not exist, although I was only to discover its non-existence by waiting patiently through lunch, a meal that did exist, but which, in common with breakfast, invariably failed to appear. My hunger had started to make me dizzy, and finally I asked where her mother was. Admittedly, this was not quite the same thing as asking for something to eat, but it seemed to me it was a question inclined in the right direction, a precursor upon which I could doubtless build, since, by convention, mothers remain the most culpable custodians of food.
"She's in the kitchen," she said despondently, as if it were the other end of the world.
"Well then, what about your father?"
"You can't see him either," she said.
"Why not?"
"He's a mathematician."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"He's a mathematician," she repeated. "Don't you understand? He's already thought of everything; he's already calculated it all."
We seemed to be at cross-purposes; I asked again, and yes, she conceded, everything depended on the woman in the kitchen, and what might or might not take place there. But a prohibition also hung above the door, when, at my insistence, she reluctantly led me to it. A brass chain had been looped across, and there were numerous rusty bolts, which perhaps had not moved in decades.
"You're sure she's in there?" I said, actually suspecting she had led me not to the kitchen, but only to some kind of store cupboard, which happened to have been built where a kitchen would usually be.
"Come. I'll show you."
She led me about the side of the house. Now we were standing in the overgrown garden, looking back at the room from outside. The light was on, red blinds drawn almost fully; you could just make out the bottoms of the taps and the top of the sink beyond them. And she was right; there was something in the room, whose shadow you faintly saw against the blinds. But for a long while nothing moved; it was just occasionally, particularly when the wind rose, that something long, like an arm or a leg, seemed to fling itself to one side, as if someone were shifting in their sleep. At the same time, whatever it was that was in there moved back or forth, causing its shadow by turns to dissipate and sharpen. At moments I felt sure it must come clear. But even as I strained to identify something definitive about that unknown heart, beating in the redness of its confinement, Circe asked, a little mockingly: "You still don't understand, do you?"
"I don't understand what?"
"You don't understand me," she conceded after a pause," as if adding herself into the proposition in fact took something away from it.
But, though instinctively I wanted to understand the small, perfectly formed teeth, whose whiteness put the stars to shame, the dark eyes, which seemed to weigh upon my hands, the uncommitted scent, like dried flowers, that she drew about with her, the circular space where all of these things belonged was empty; it belonged to itself, and there was no beginning or ending with which to secure it.
"But you – I understand you very well," she continued. "Some day you too will want to work your way to the heart of prohibition, for the all-encompassing mind beyond it is the space within which we must test our natural limits. Some day you will understand what it is to refute and countermand, and thereby what it is to mean and be. Even here, in this place, don't you see that forbidding means everything? You can have anything, you know that? You can have anything at all," she added. But she said it, I felt, in such a way that nothing was given; nothing was liberated or made more probable, as if she weighed my heart's desires at their highest cost.
After a respectful pause: "I would like something to eat," I concluded.
"You can't have something to eat," - she was annoyed again: "There isn't anything. If that's all you can be bothered to say, have a jug of tea, and lie on your tummy."
The jug of tea, though, also failed to appear. Instead there were shelves of books, she said hopefully, in the attic. At least, they had been in some attic, once, though now, deferential to her moods, they scattered themselves about her, flapping after us from room to room, until we took them in hand and knocked in vain at the various houses along the street. It was autumn, and Circe started singing on a doorstep; there was nothing else to do, until, about the same moment, we both caught sight of them at last – all seven of them, ranged in order of size, behind the pelmet of the front room, watching us; they might almost have been a cut out of a family. But they did not want our books, and we did not want their lives, and even as the seven gazes followed us back onto the street, I felt convinced they would remember us as insubstantial too, so softly did we seem to live, that there was nothing we could offer or rescind to change their judgments of us. Days passed, and, as they did, it was this same translucency we carried now abroad, by way of pilgrimages that were so many pictures, dredging up the town by its street ends, wringing out the black water of its squares, painting ourselves in corners of its history, turning aside its sadness, turning aside its pride. The world did not resist us, because we were its spirit, and it had no other way to be. All the same, it never strayed far from where it found us, repeating the same names and feelings without real ambition, wandering in circles, tiring itself out, progressively losing faith in things, then losing faith in losing faith, so that the further we sought to carry the lightness of our gospel, the further we had first to walk through everywhere we had already been, until the excess of seeing, the excess of walking and remembering stripped the facades away, and the world beneath it was at best half-formed, with machinery and dreams boxed away in unlikely places. If there was a home for anything, it was far beyond us, with neither character nor voice; and Circe slept more and more, longer and longer, so that she could walk whole streets with her eyes closed, and when she spoke there was always a hint of irony, as though she had considered her words too long, and now they fell out beyond their time and no longer made sense to her. Until one day we stopped and sat down together on a ledge, weary from everything we had done, and I tried to explain that from here it was a long way back to anywhere, and more of the same, the same streets in reverse, the same familiar time wound back, restitched upon its converse; it was mere thickness of thread.
"Listen," she said, "and listen carefully. If you take a very small boy with nothing and you put him in an empty room, will that be an end of him? If you take a young girl and cut out her tongue, will she give up trying to speak?"
I wasn't sure whether she agreed or disagreed with me. But, evidently moved herself by such bleak pronouncements, she tried to comfort me by taking out a small key and promising to show me the garage filled with bullion she had found. And indeed she did, most probably, although the key no longer fitted the lock, and it was a cul de sac in which she explained, with faultless logic, that if she had found a key it was only because its owner must have lost one, in which case it made perfect sense he had replaced the padlock, and therefore everything else must be true; so that, by extension, all the padlocks in the world we could actually open were worthless, for they guarded nothing worth seeing. Wearied by the explanation, she closed her eyes again, and we started back toward the stone house where she lived. Then, as usual, she mounted the stairs to the small room under the eaves, lay down in the bed and tugged the covers over herself without even taking off her shoes. I tried to say something, but she turned her head the other way; I asked if she was cross with me. In answer, she kicked the wooden board at the foot of the bed. I went away; I went down to look at the other rooms in the house – large, empty rooms with curtains that were either drawn or undrawn, and chairs that were destined to be arranged in precisely the places they were. I don't know if it was the forlorn feeling of twilight, or the smell of vanilla and dead flowers that reminded me of Circe's hair, but I found that tears were forming at the corners of my eyes, and the moment I recognised this I could no longer stand up; I lay down on the carpet and banged my chin on the floorboards. It was not clear to me where Circe ended and I began, for I did not know who either of these people were; all I knew was that she gave me the strength to be, whatever being meant; she gave me the strength to desire, or to want to desire. I had come a long way from somewhere to be here with her; but even without food or light or real affection, and even without a cause to carry us, she was enough to be a world; in the absence of all these things, she was sufficient in herself to signify without constraint. I thought of her now in the lonely little room above me, and I thought of the white limbs that stirred languidly in the red light of the kitchen. Deep in the amniotic waters of her mind, perhaps her mother was only a dream of being born, while her father had reasoned himself out of existence. If this was the reality of the world, could Circe help it if her own life wandered without either joy or belief, as she strove to regain the humanity that escaped her on all sides?
It was mid morning; she still hadn't left her room; I took her a jug of tea.
"You woke me up," she declared.
"But you're always in bed."
"I was sleeping – sleeping in the darkness of my soul," she observed drily.
"Isn't the world wide enough for you?"
"Wide enough?" she responded, suddenly sitting up: "You really think that's the issue? Look at yourself; you're no better; you're just asleep on your feet." Seeing my bemused expression, "Where has your life gone?" she said with precision: "When is it going to begin? Answer me that. You can have anything. What's wrong with you? Why do you waste your time with me?" Involuntarily I thought of the locked garage with its stash of gold bars; they existed in almost exactly the same way our lives existed, and perhaps both had only been invented out of boredom.
"Well, what should I do?"
"Precisely," she said with satisfaction, looking at the wall: "Precisely."
Then she looked at me again: "You are very far away. Do you eat enough?"
"Circe, you know I don't. Only what you give me, and that's nothing at all."
"Well, one can live almost forever on tea," she said. "I used to feel light headed; but that passes."
"How long is almost forever?"
"I'm not a prophet; I don't know. Nothing can be hurried, so there's no point in speculating about it. Everything is exactly equal to its duration," she concluded, settling her pillows: "Don't you get bored standing up? You could lie in bed with me and tell me stories. But no nonsense; if you keep me awake, you can sleep on the floor."
"It's eleven in the morning," I said.
"Yes," she agreed, yawning. "I can see … empty plates; how compelling."
"I don't want you to die," I said involuntarily, as though I were confessing a dream. For an instant Circe looked at me with sudden concentration, as if she finally recognised that I were speaking only to her, that no world existed for me beyond the four walls of her room; she recognised every difference we had, and every difference we shared.
"The idea doesn't exactly invigorate me, either," she conceded gently. "But I can't stay alive just to please you, and if you understood properly, you wouldn't be sad. You'd see that Circe is simply a name wrapped about a thing, just as parents and books are different words, wrapped about different things. You can take the words away, but more only come, in their stead. You can make the things strong by denying the words about them, or else you can make the words thin by refusing the things they cover, until they are too frail and clear to hold anything – until they are too frail even to uphold themselves, and then you see the layers beneath."
Kneeling beside the bed, I put my arms about her and breathed in the darkness of her body, that smelled of horses' saddles and smudged stars and pieces of old lace; I was thinking of the shadows on the grass; I was thinking of – the shadows on the grass. Leaves brushed the window, and like a varying wind I felt the great weight of the world, the great lightness of the world, in this moment in which everything is beginning and ending, in this moment which, like every other, is both pointless and predestined, and cannot be had again.
What happened next was that, rather than go off and have a life like anyone else, I walked very carefully to the sign at the end of the town, and, to ensure I didn't get lost, secured a piece of string to it (the other end was tied to a children's toy which, for sentimental reasons, I kept in my pocket, though pretended not to acknowledge). Then I sat down on the stile there, and it must have made a very good seat, because I stayed there for fifteen years. During that time there was one question which kept coming back like a cat to sit on my lap, and, like a cat, I felt I had to keep shooing it away, namely: Why I was doing this? Was I unhappy? Had I decided to become unhappy? Did I want to be a failure? But no sooner had I accepted the questions than I felt a kind of panic at the world, as though something had got a hold of my meaning and was grinding it away between its teeth. By now I had realised that, secretly, the string stretched as far as my thoughts, and I was still free, if I chose to be so; but I did not want this freedom; I did not want to be brought face to face with the continents I had failed to cross; I saw that it was too late, already, and it had always been too late; it was too late even before I learned to walk, and everything I did later only compounded the problem. I was only a small person; I had neither the space nor the time for regret, and, more importantly, I had no idea how to govern a future based upon it – the continuing to live, whatever that might mean, with full recognition of the loss. And so, instead, I lived a life which cannot really be described. Or, if it can be described, it cannot really be explained. I was waiting, as I later put it, for all this to become unbearable, and realising, with growing disenchantment, that I was stronger than I knew; the world could not break me, and, because it could not break me, it could not relieve me of responsibility, either. And so, while the others went their separate ways, I found myself living without living, living nowhere in particular, but without the romance of wandering, or even the decisive stigma of being lost. Particular images from that time come back to me now, just as they did then – fragmented images that were never parts of greater things, but all of which seem rich with potential, nevertheless. In the first of these Circe was standing on a black-slatted gangway; in the second, her fiery shadow was retreating down a stairwell somewhere; the two images shared the colours black and red; the one was a grid and the other a spiral; beyond this, they were irrelevant and meaningless, but neither castigation seems reason enough to forget them.
I had always known I could go back; it was the prospect of returning that held me there, like a promise. There would always be things to which one might return, and really no time has ever passed, since nothing truly changes or begins. But, far from being passive, my absence had silently assumed obligations of its own, and now I found myself hesitating precisely because I knew I would have to return empty handed, carrying back only the burden of my waiting. I wanted to return dismissively; I wanted to return with strength, the strength of a recaptured childhood and fresh ideas; I wanted, even, to return heartbroken to hide in that old coal bunker, and be pitied for my commitment to the past. But, however I end up returning, everything will still hold me too closely, and never closely enough, like trusting yourself to someone out of fear of drowning, when you know that they are a coward, too, and all the lifeguards have perished.
Sometimes I wake up and think I have the answer, the answer that I have so long allegorized as Circe that I sometimes wonder if the two are separate at all: I know who I am; I know both what to do, and what is expected of me in this life of mine. I get up and go to the window and say: I will never need to apologise again, except on account of things that are provably wrong. Or else I stay in bed, suddenly calm, thinking that I am happy with any future, because at last I can see what it is that has been living, and it is something I no longer hate or want to change. But as the days pass, the answer seems to shift and flatten, and, while it continues to characterise everything I sought through it, it loses its relevance as a support. The answer is bound to me; the answer depends on me, and yet it makes no claims upon me, and because of this I have no way of holding it for long. I often wonder how it would be if the two of us were actually bound, such that we changed together without volition; I imagine such a union as a kind of sickness, a stupor, like something that happens on a boat.
I go to the pub; I come back from the pub; I sit on the dilapidated chairs in Circe's garden. Many times, over the years, I fancy I have seen her, here or there; perhaps at first it was her, or someone in some way equivalent to her – by which I mean, someone who made the same movement in my mind, someone who, as I looked at her, seemed to offer the same reasons or justifications for being. But everything was westering in the world, and finally these Circes continued to look too like the Circe I remembered for them not, in fact, to be different people. The closest I came was once to say: "I thought you were Circadian." I had meant, of course, that I thought she was Circe; but the word would not come out; the word was not available. Instead I had to wait for it, and waiting for it, I slept in this place and that, and now at last I sat here in the hollow heart of it, not knowing where it had gone. Dozing, I imagined seven-faced children resting upon an even run of castellated palms, as they beheld me from the top of the sofa and asked me about the ceiling of the world, or why it is raining on the farm, and none of the livestock have heads.
When I awoke again, it was still light, but someone was shaking my shoulder; as I turned to face her, she continued: "And now I ask you this: What distance did you come?"
"What distance? What do you mean? What distance from where to where?"
"Is that how you measured it? With your feet?" she said dismissively. "May your journey be a long one. Do you not remember that time we went to the beach, and we were coming back in the car, when you must have asked for the hundredth time when we were getting home, and the sun was setting and there were telegraph poles on one side of the road only. I looked at them, and thought to myself: They don't know when they're getting home. How lonely they look ."
"How could I remember that? How could that happen to me?" I asked involuntarily.
"Then who did I think you were, and who do you think I am?" she declared. "If these things mean nothing to you, then were you ever there at all? I half have it within me to bear you upon the world a second time, and this time, take note," – she raised her voice triumphantly – "there will be no aimless ambling; there will be no perfunctory perfume; there will be no sheepskin over your ears. This time the façade will fall, the show will come to an end; they will switch off the lights, and then you will see the night-governed world as it truly is, not lit by sun and clouds and sky, but the darkness of it face to face."
"You woman with your nonsense," I said, trying to find my feet once more. But she was no longer looking at me; she was watching something else across the harbour, upon which I had no claim. "You're an old, a past woman; you talk nonsense," I added childishly, willing her to contradict me. But instead she said, quietly reentering my mind much further forward from the other side of a passageway I had overlooked: "Why does everything people say have to mean something? What would be lost if your ear was turned the other way, or the leaves caught the words, like something in a wind? Would that mean less than if you heard it and hadn't understood it at all? Then, by the same token, what extra thing does meaning give it; is it like putting sugar on something?" she concluded brightly, too quickly to want an answer. And, sure enough, when I looked, her eyes were hard and black; they went on fearlessly forever, without variation; they would forget me in some special way, like something thrown decisively from a car; it's lost and gone, and you might as well get used to it.
I had a yearning then to be in the lonely space of Circe's bedroom as a child, with its bare boards and a view that faced the crease of two walls beside a window. I could have waited forever, staring at that crease whose meaning is a corner, waiting for whatever it is that people are supposed to wait for - the tick of a clock, the onset of dusk, a particular person to ascend the stairs or turn off the lights.
"You thought it was her, didn't you?" she said with inspiration. "That's what you came back for, wasn't it? You came back to find her; you came back to find she . Well, there are two ways of going away, and two ways of forgetting. You and she broke bonds long ago; just look at you now." She pursed her lips: "You'll have to go back, my boy; you'll have to be born again; what a struggle it'll be ... " Her arms, suddenly massive, swept down protectively in opposition, as though to free me from myself, and for my own good, too.
Later, somehow, I was trudging over a field, in the country below the town. Hours, days or years had passed; the period did not matter; all that matters is its recognition, which understanding instantly reconnects its end with its beginning, relieving the interim of any obligation to exist. Against the grey sky a bristle of telegraph poles rode up upon one cheek of the world; the other was shorn and green, and a general heaviness settled lamely on them both. I was trudging across a field, and what I understood was that, even now, my life remained tied to Circe's, and there was nothing I could do to change things because, at heart, Circe was just a promise, nothing more. Yes, even now it was not something I clearly knew; rather, it was something I had slowly come to share, like a sensation of communion; and, in common with most things that are deduced rather than proposed, there was a neutral, vaguely deficient quality about it, as if it were an answer which someone else had left behind, or a joke you thought up too late after the others had all gone home.
"I'm clutching at straws," I said to myself; and, sure enough, as I fought my way further through the field, I began to see patterns in the rain; first it would sweep one way, and then the other; then something would seem to move through it all at once, like a quiver or a sigh. At best it was grey; there were shards of silver and black, and then I saw that, behind it all, was a farmhouse in the very middle of the field. It wasn't much of a farmhouse; there was nothing about it which meant anything except its darkness in the rain, and yet, perhaps someone lived there, all the same.


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Nina Dobrev, Kat Graham and Ian Somerhalder
Change is coming to The Vampire Diaries.
The CW show's fifth season wrapped up by executing a plan to save the Other Side. After getting all The Travelers in one place, and Jeremy (Steven R. McQueen) and Matt (Zach Roerig) setting up a gas leak, Damon (Ian Somerhalder), with Elena (Nina Dobrev) in tow, crashed through the Mystic Grill causing a massive explosion that killed all parties involved. Once on the Other Side, while Liv (Penelope Mitchell) enacted a resurrection spell, Stefan (Paul Wesley), Elena, Enzo (Michael Malarkey) and Alaric (Matt Davis) were able to cross back through...
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imagine if you will, a world where MMOs don't have to be grinding games. Where the game is playing thru content with friends. Where we finally admit epics are a sign of your guilds progression, not proof that you have no job. Where having to run for 20/30/40 levels is seen as a annoying mechanic that it is rather than some perverse badge of honor.
It seems like WoW in the last 2 years has been weaning us of our dependence on grinding. I am sure we will miss the feeling of achievement when we complete some of these tasks but at the end of the day the feeling of achievement may be reserved for downing bosses
I am not saying that MMOs must move in this direction but I can conceptualize a fun MMO type game that does not involve gold/rep/XP grinds. I'll still play either way i suppose
Oh MMOs must move in some direction in order to survive. The grinding formula can only last for so long before it collapses under its own weight and no amount of pretty graphics will help revive it. Moving on to dynamic worlds where your toon/guild has an actual effect on the story line and the world around them (like Blizz started doing with WotLK) is a must.
As for the topic at hand... walking? I don't miss it one bit. In fact, no offense to those of you that liked it, saving up those 5k gold for the epic flyer during BC is up there to the most annoying grinds in the game. Sure it is not really necessary, but the jump in speed from one level to the other is like from walking to your first mount.
ButcheredCow said...
Uh... 5k is a grind? Rolling a new shaman on a server with no other characters, currently at 73. Shaman managed to amass 2500g through questing alone. No AH drops (or purchases), and only enough initial DK play to afford some 16-slot bags early on.
By 80, that'll be 4k, easily. Then, 1k doing dungeon runs and dailies.
Where's the grind?
Al in SoCal said...
Anxiously awaiting: Tome of 60 Levels - BoA / Consumed when used - 5000G
>>Where having to run for 20/30/40 levels is seen as a annoying mechanic that it is rather than some perverse badge of honor.


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Injury Collision on Flynn Ferry Road in Caldwell County
Date of News Release: 02/08/2008
(Madisonville, KY) - Mr. Brian Keith Andrews was northbound on Flynn Ferry Road when, for an unknown reason, the left rear tire blew out. He attempted to correct the vehicle when it began to swerve on the roadway, but overcorrected and lost control. The vehicle continued to travel northbound, and rolled over several times before coming to final rest on a fence line on the northbound shoulder of the roadway. All occupants (Brian Keith Andrews, Brittany Ann Taylor & Christy Ann Knight) were transported by ambulance to the Caldwell County Hospital for injuries sustained in the accident.


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Gulfstream Aerospace president Bryan Moss has announced plans for a $300 million, seven-year expansion of the company's manufacturing and service facilities in Savannah, Ga. The facility's square footage will increase approximately 70 percent by 2012, resulting in an increase of about 1,100 jobs, a 25-percent jump from the current employment level of 4,300 people.
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NetJets Europe will hire more than 100 pilots this year–the largest intake of aircrew since the fractional ownership program started in 1996. It is looking for applicants with a minimum of 1,500 hours total flying time, 500 hours multi-engine time, a valid European Union passport and a full European air transport pilots license.
Fractional provider NetJets recently awarded a trophy to Raytheon Aircraft's Little Rock facility for outstanding performance. The facility services and performs scheduled maintenance on NetJets' domestic fleet of 69 Hawker 400XPs, Hawker 800XPs and Hawker 1000s. NetJets created the award to recognize its partners and suppliers for their role in supporting the NetJets fleet.
If Berkshire Hathaway's first-quarter results are any indication, its NetJets subsidiary will record a profit this year, compared with the $80 million in losses the fractional aircraft provider recorded last year. The investment company's flight-services division, composed of NetJets and FlightSafety International, had $919 million in revenues in the first quarter–a $152 million or 20-percent increase over the same period last year.
Twenty years after its birth, the fractional concept is finally a mainstream part of the business aviation industry. It didn't start out that way, and one need only look at the current chorus of very light jet air-limo naysayers to get an idea of how the business aviation community reacted to fractional aircraft ownership in 1986.
What's old is new again. We've heard it so often, it must be true, and those who believe it will not be surprised to see refurbished Hawker 1000s rolling out of the shops at Duncan Aviation and Elliott Aviation.
Ten years since it first offered fractional ownership outside the U.S., NetJets Europe (NJE) has reported the passing of two milestones in recent months. In March it signed its 1,000th customer and in June took delivery of its 100th aircraft.
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How to Set a Table Properly
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Do you know how to set a table properly? Sure, you've probably learned to work your way in with the utensils (thanks to Pretty Woman), but when it comes to the rest of the tableware, what do you do with the appetizer plate, the bread and butter plate, the dessert fork or the coffee spoon?
Formal table settings are not for the faint of heart (how many times have you attended a fancy dinner and nearly knocked over the red, white, sparkling and water glasses all lined up in a row?), but this illustrated guide from Style Me Pretty breaks it all down, very simply, for setting a formal table (and even a casual table) for any occasion.
Head over to Style Me Pretty for the tips!
- How to Set a Greener Dinner Table
- How To: Set Your Table in a Modern Way
- How To: Set a Party Table Without Buying Anything New
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Such a pretty table.
Maybe I'm in the minority, but I like making a fuss over the tablesettings and porcelaine and silverware. It sets the scene, and it can be gorgeous, and a nice table is lovely when you've spent several hours cooking.
Also, if you're with people who are familiar with how a formal table works, the order and number of the utensils indicates what you'll be eating and in what order. I quite like obscure social codes - I probably spent too much time reading victorian literature and an impressionable age...
The dessert fork in the photo is pointing in the wrong direction. An easy way to remember which way it should be placed is to think of where it would be if there was enough room to place it with the rest of the flatware and then move it above the plate setting by turning in toward the setting (clockwise for a fork, counter clockwise for a spoon or knife).
much to casual for this stuff...
Ros, I am with you. This is of course no everyday's setting. But for a special occasion and especially when we invite to a more elaborate dinner, we love to set the table appropriately. It's more festive like this. Plus, I think the dessert fork is just right, as you are supposed to use it with your right hand. Would be different, if there was also a dessert spoon involved. Again, on a "normal" day, no such fuss.
anyone know the source for that plate? thanks!
This picture is almost correct...except that the dessert fork at the top is facing the wrong way. The coffee and dessert fork go above the dinner plate/charger (spoon on top, fork underneath) and the idea is that you place them tangible for their corresponding hand, so if you pulled it down to the side, the coffee spoon would move next to the soup spoon and the dessert for would move next to the salad fork(this is just used as a way of remembering how to place the coffee spoon and dessert fork at the top of the plate).
Also the bread plate can either go on the left of the table setting as it is in the picture or it can be right above the dessert fork and coffee spoon.
Nice catch on the dessert fork, you guys! Lovely setting. I don't do that sort of thing every day, but it is a nice thing to do on occasion. And as a person who is usually too casual for fancy settings, it's actually a nice conversation starter at the beginning of dinner! "I usually don't set places like this, so it was hard to remember but then it came back to me it goes like this....(order)"... and people start talking about their experiences at posh dinners or their home ec class or first whatever.... at least that's the way it has worked out for me and at the in-laws....


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Below is the link to my new Thumbtack.com profile. This site is supposed to connect me with potential customers. Let's see how it goes!
Becca and I will be bringing ArtHoops and Thee Jam Clam to The Firefly Gathering in Northern AZ next week. Hope to see you there!
Source: fireflygathering.com
The Sail Inn is closing down and will soon be a parking lot! Tempe Art A Gogh Gogh may Gogh on, but this will be the LAST Gogh Gogh to happen at this truly special venue. Come out and set fires with us!
I'm gonna sit in and play some burpy synth noises with my friends in Sister Lip at their EP release show this weekend! come party with us!
On the 18th, of this month, I'm gonna play drums with my friend Danyul Kostin at the Ice House. His project is called Bones of Folk. We're gonna be opening for the Brown Tones
so i've been in california for the last couple weeks helping my friend aaron out finishing his record. i'm gonna be playing drums and percussion on several of the songs. the record is gonna sound great!
i also just added a little midnight bass/kaoss pad jam to the sticky people soundcloud. i think it's kinda catchy.
This Friday, I'm going to be playing the drums with Bones of Folk at the Oasis on Grand for their First Friday open house. I hear they got public restrooms there!
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I'ma be twistin the knobs and makin it loud at this show for First Friday! come out and enjoy some live music from Phoenix and Albuquerqe!
this friday night, i'm gonna host a jam session at Gallery La Melgosa. come out and play!
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LEE COUNTY, Fla.- A panther has been spotted surprisingly close to the city limits, near populated areas, and a group of people say they have the pictures to prove it.
The cat is calling 3,500 acres of land in Fort Myers its home.
The panther has been seen roaming the grounds of the Six Mile Cypress Slough Preserve.
The map shows he's living right in the middle of a concrete jungle, in a place where he has enough food to survive, but he will eventually wonder to find a mate.
Florida Fish and Wildlife installed trail cameras to document the cat.
FWC said so far this year, nine panthers have been killed, six by a vehicle.
Thr cat became endangered back in the 90s, and the last time a panther was spotted at the preserve was back in 2006.


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Westboro Baptist Church, the controversial group that has protested at funerals and high schools, plans to protest the upcoming Reason Rally at the National Mall in Washington, D.C.
According to a post on their Twitter Account, WBC stated "Dear @ReasonRally: How gracious of you! We accept your invitation & will picket your parade of fools 3/24. Love,WBC."
The Reason Rally, which is sponsored by secularist organizations like the American Atheists and the American Humanist Association, will take place on Saturday, March 24.
In response to the Reason Rally, many Christian groups like Reasons for God and the Christian Apologetics Alliance will be holding a counter event called "True Reason."
Featured speakers at the March 24 event will include secular biologist Richard Dawkins, comedian Tim Minchin, Adam Savage of the Discovery Channel program "Mythbusters," and skeptic James Randi, creator of "The One Million Dollar Paranormal Challenge."
Surprise, surprise.
Goddammit, I'm very upset I'm not gonna be there. >_<


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Political Wrangling
George P. Bush Might Run for Office Because That's What George Bushes Do
Whew! That was some kind of exciting presidential election, huh? Between the completely inaccurate numbers and the completely offensive comments, there was almost too much going on to notice that this presidential election was also completely free of Bush family members. I mean, how often does that happen? No George H. W. Bush, no George W. Bush, no Jeb Bush or Samuel Prescott Bush or even just plain Prescott Bush. Of course, there were more than enough Romneys to take their place, but still. Anyway, no more slacking for the Bush bunch: 36-year-old George P. Bush, nephew of George W. Bush and son of Jeb Bush, has apparently filed papers "indicating that he intends to run for statewide office" in Texas.
The Republican lawyer has been working in politics for years (since birth, probably), so nobody is really very surprised by this step. Still, nobody knows WHICH office he's going after -- he left that section of the paperwork blank -- so there are still some surprises in store. Of course, for those who don't know anything about George P., everything about him is a surprise! What's that you say? Oh, you're one of those people who doesn't know anything about George P. Bush? Here are a few fun facts to get you started:
1. His mom is Mexican-American.
2. He co-founded the Hispanic Republicans of Texas, a "political action committee that recruits and supports Hispanic Republican candidates and officeholders."
3. He lives in Fort Worth.
4. I was recently appointed deputy finance chairman of the state Republican Party.
5. His full name is George Prescott Garnica Bush.
6. He was voted one of People Magazine's Top 100 Bachelors in 2000.
And ... that's all I got. But I'm sure we'll learn lots, lots more in the next four years.
What do you know about George P. Bush?
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VenaeNovember 9, 2012 at 5:48 PM
George P. Bush Might Run for Office Because That's What George Bushes Do
Kinda like what Kennedys do.
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billsfan1104November 9, 2012 at 5:57 PMI remember seeing him years ago and thinking he was hot. I think he is the type of person we as Republicans need.
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billsfan1104November 9, 2012 at 5:59 PMHe would be good for Republicans to help bring Hispanics to our side. I have a feeling he would be up and coming.
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Autumnleaves87November 9, 2012 at 6:22 PMOh God no.
Another George Bush?! Bills, I would think by now you republicans would be praying that everyone forgot the name "George Bush", not encouraging him.
How embarassing.
Having a Mexican American in your party does not make it more appealing to latino voters. It's probably all the hate mongering and offensive legislation and racist leaders that are so abundant in the GOP, which is why Obama got 71% of the Latino vote.
Trust me Bills. You've got a lot more work to do than hire another "Bush" to run for your party.
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PonyChaserNovember 9, 2012 at 7:19 PM
Well it's obvious that we should hate him simply because his name is Bush. WAY to be tolerant. I just love that about Dems.
Here's an idea... how about we find out a little about the man before we start assuming that we shouldn't encourage him? Or is it like Venae said, and only Kennedys can have a legacy of government service?
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FellyScarlettNovember 9, 2012 at 8:00 PMAutum, just wondering, are you Latino?
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Pinstripes4November 9, 2012 at 8:31 PMHe's kinda hot, I agree.
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MaiasMommy619November 9, 2012 at 10:34 PMYay!!!
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Autumnleaves87November 10, 2012 at 2:54 PM"Way to be tolerant. I just love that about dems"
Well Pony, I don't have to point out AGAIN that "dems" got 71% of the latino vote.. do I?? Let's talk about tolerance here, sure, but the polls show it all.
And your comment about "hating" someone because his name is Bush? No one said that Pony. That's you and the "intellectual" right. (Sarcasm)
I was simply pointing out how silly it is to LOVE and SUPPORT someone, just because their name is Bush, especially considering the last 2 disasters.
Come on, think a little harder... There ya go.
And please let's not compare the Kennedy legacy to the Bush family. Pathetic.
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billsfan1104November 10, 2012 at 3:08 PMYeah lets not compare the Kennedys to the Bushs. You know that little pesky things of driving a mistress off a bridge and leaving her to die, mentally abusing a woman so much to drive her to suicide and the other countless acts that the Kennedys do that show that they are soooo loving.


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CSD outlines some aspects of Common Core curriculum
While the subject of Common Core curriculum is still undergoing discussion, debate and criticism in schools throughout New York State, Copiague School District Associate Superintendent Dr. Kathleen Bannon explained a section of the new curriculum at a Board of Education meeting Nov. 18, helping to bring a clearer understanding to educators and the community.
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You can read my review of the Sous-Vide Supreme to see my love affair with the cooking style that is sous-vide. For those of you that don't want to read that much, and who aren't familiar with the name, here is a shortened version of what it is. Water is circulated at a low temperature, while food is immersed in a vacuum sealed bag. The low temperature cooking ensures that the food comes out at the perfect level of "doneness" every time – the vacuum sealing ensures that absolutely no nutrients are lost in the process of cooking. It is one of the best ways to cook certain types of food (eggs especially), but up until now the process has been complicated and expensive. Even the Sous-Vide Supreme had some issues with being overly complex for the normal user.
The Nokimu aims to change all of that. While it is only a Kickstarter project right now, at the time of this writing they are only $50,000 away from their goal with $150,000 raised. And they have 22 days left – that puts them well on the track to get things running. One of the things that really makes the Nomiku superb is the fact that it is immensely simple to operate – touch the OLED screen to turn it on or off and turn the one knob to change the desired temperature. After that, the Nomiku will attach to any pot you already own in order to start the cooking process. That's all there is to it. Granted, you will have to buy your own vacuum sealer, but that ends up being a minor detail.
Another big boon for the Nokiku is the fact that when it gets produced, it will retail for only $299. With other sous-vide machines coming in at $500+ (some models can run over $2000), this makes it affordable to the average home cook that spends too much time watching the Food Network (or Bravo during Top Chef season – guilty as charged). While I don't have a prototype to review yet, I for one am really hoping the guys in charge here get the funding they need to start pumping them out – we could use some more cooking products being reviewed around here (especially good ones)
You can check out their Kickstarter page here, and while you're there, why not make a donation to what sure to be a big seller once it goes to market?