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Thoughts on Fr. Ed Morley (RIP)
The first time I met Ed Morley, was in 1970. At that time I was in the Navy and was making my second visit; I was going to be there for two weeks. The first thing I noticed about him was his dry at times (more often than not), sarcastic sense of humor. He was often on point and he made me laugh. He had a heavy cross to bear, in that he pretty much noticed everything about him. Old eagle eye was my first nickname for him, though it was just between me and my-self. He was visiting Br. Cornelius, who has sensed passed. He was a member of the community for a short time in the late sixties.
Ed Morley reentered the community in the early 70's and for a short time, we were in the Novitiate together. Again his sarcasm made us all laugh. We sort of hit it off but I was never in those early years drawn to him for friendship. Yet I enjoyed his company and he would participate in our classes and I was often impressed by his intelligence.
He was in politics in Philadelphia but he never really talked about it very much. However, his passion for setting things right and his ability to see everything both below and above the surface made him perfect for that profession. Though I believe that some of his anger came from that experience, for he was a man of high ideals.
Around 1976 I was with Ed on the 4th of July talking over hamburgers and a beer when I suddenly got this strong impression that because of our vows to the monastic life and to this particular community, we were both in some sense bonded for eternity. Since at that time we were not friends, I found this insight (grace) both interesting as well as making me look at my Monastic and my connection with my brothers in a different manner, or perhaps in a more conscious approach.
When he got to the point that he could not drive himself, I fell into the role of being his driver. One reason that I drove him was because I was Infirmarian and simply did a lot of driving for doctors appointments for the older monks. So over the years, we fell into a routine of sorts.
He loved to read, and his taste in books was impressive. We would go to the library once a month to go to the libraries custom of selling overflow books. He liked all kinds of reading, fiction, history and of course theology, though philosophy was not of much interest to him.
Over the last couple of years, I noticed that his humor slowed down quite a bit. So we would make our trip into town and go to the doctor or to the library and have lunch without saying much at all. I was comfortable with him, and he, with me, so not many words were needed.
He loved going to 'Steak and Shake", their hamburgers the main attraction. I believe that his going there was a memory when he was much younger and into politics. He was not one to reach out to people he did not know, he was quite introverted, apart from his humor.
He struggled with his anger and I can remember once in the 1980's when a group of us were meeting on a weekly basis to talk about our Monastic life, he talked about how each day we all struggle and fail and simply continue. It was that moment that helped me to understand Ed better. He was telling us in the third person how much he struggled and failed and would never give up.
He suffered greatly from Arthritis and in the winter it was very bad for him. So for a few years, he would go down to Mepkin Abbey and live there and volunteer to work in the parishes around the area. A few times he went down to Florida to work in a parish. He liked it, but also found it difficult in dealing with the human condition.
He took his work seriously, and on days when we went to a doctor's appointment, he always made them at such a time, so he could be back for dishes if his crew was on that week. He was a hard worker when younger. When older he worked in our office keeping the books for Mass Stipends and other duties.
Fr. Ed's last few months were difficult. It was difficult for him to adapt after his first stroke and he would often have this prayer on his lips: "O God help me". Said from the bottom of his heart, it was like saying "O God come to my assistance", the prayer we do before each office.
After his second stroke, he seemed to come to some sort of acceptance. His right side was paralyzed and he needed full-time care. He became quite peaceful. I joked with him one day about that and said: "God is working on you, Ed". He gave me his smile and said: "I hope so".
Underneath the bluster and lack of patience with others, was a man who was actually quite gentle and loving. He just did not know what to do with that. So I believe he joked to keep people at a certain distance. The last months of his life he did not have that and perhaps that is what led to him having peace, this allowing other to care for him in a loving accepting manner…….a finale grace bestowed on this beautiful, complicated soul.
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ow to Survive An Encounter with an Winged HumanoidWhat if one late night, while walking home you hear a strange sound in the distance. You recognize the noise as flapping wing, yet the situation is puzzling because you are unable to find where it is coming from. While scanning the area, you locate the sound coming from above you and approaching. Under the light of a street lamp lands a massive create with sizable flapping bat wings. What seems out of a nightmare, stands an entity with a humanoid body along with animal parts. The creature turns its attention to you and begins to roar, what do you do?If I recalled ,the mentioned scenario proposed by my friend Par after watching one of those paranormal TV shows involving a couples meet with the New Jersey Devil. This would then spark a discussion about what course of action to take if we found ourselves in such a confrontation. Even though the situation was hypothetical, researching cryptozoology would show humans having brushed with creatures categorized as winged humanoids throughout historyWinged humanoids are any entity with the body of a human, such as arms and legs, mixed with animal characteristics that can fly by using either bat or feather wings. These creatures been seen in the skies across the global since ancient times like angles and harpies. Some of the more known cryptids include the New Jersey Devil, Mothman along with the Owlman. Sightings of these avian creatures were not only been reported but also accounts given where they assaulted people. A noted case was in 1909, when the Jersey Devil attacked a trolley car in Haddon Heights, NJ. All of this was part of the discussion Pat and I had on how to react if one day we came face to face with one of these winged humanoids.During our brainstorming session, we worked under the assumption the cryptid in the scenario was just an organism and not dealing with anything supernatural or extraterrestrial. In examining eye-witness reports, we concluded these creatures could fly, are strong and very agile making such encounter dangerous to be in. What does one do when being stared down by the New Jersey Devil? Here is what Pat and I suggest.As mentioned in similar past articles, any confrontation with the paranormal will result in the human brain going into meltdown as it struggles to understand why you are encountering something that should not exist. This will result in you being frozen in fear or fleeing in panic. If all possible, stay calm and collective as you need to assess the situation before reacting.1.) Always question if what you are seeing is real? Is there anything artificial about the creature? You would not be the first to fall victim to a prank or be on a movie scene. Also consider if there is anything you had consumed creating a hallucination. Anything about the wings which look fake? Observe the surrounding environment.2.) Once you concluded the avian humanoid is real do not move or make any noise which may provoke a response by the cryptid, just observe. Maybe with a little luck, the creature is only taking a break before flying off.3.) If the cryptid starts to act aggressively immediately seek out any cover or shelter. Get into heavy dense forest, inside a building, under a structure or anything large enough that could be an obstacle. You are at a disadvantage being out in the open with a flying cryptid. In taking cover forces the creature to the ground giving you a greater chance against it.4.) Some may believe fighting any winged humanoid would be the same as fighting a human. This is a false assumption as may of these creatures as described to have animal traits such as claws, talons, beaks and fangs along with reported enhanced strength you do not want to be in arm's length. Keep your distance. Use the environment for barrier or obstacles.5.) Assess your surroundings for any improvised weapons . Rocks, sticks, garbage, coins, dirt or any object you throw at the creature. Target the face and the wings while creaming or yelling. This may discourage the cryptid to withdraw.6.) If equipped with a cell phone and if possible call for help. Maybe the sirens of emergency vehicles will scare off the creature or at least have someone armed on their way. Informed them some unknown assailant is attacking you without going further into detail. Any mention you being chased by the Mothman would lead only to recommendation of seeking out professional help instead.7.) Upon being cornered by the creature, you will need to fight it as now your life is on the line. If possible, arm yourself with anything that could be used as an improvised weapon such as keys, cell phone or pen. Target the eyes or any other vital part of the body and hopefully this will convince the cryptid to retreat. Seek immediate medial attention and upon reporting this incident will fall upon you to say unknown animal or what would come to say winged humanoid.Now this is maybe a hypothetical scenario, however if you are ever visiting the New Jersey state and encounter the Devil you now got an idea on what to do.
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I have been toying with the idea of writing a book. Not that anything I would write would interest anyone else, but I want to document my experiences for the sake of my children, so they have a record of their mom's paranormal events.
There have been a lot of them over the years. It started with dreams as a small child and just kinda grew exponentially from there...
Anyway, I am a science nerd in pretty much every aspect of the word. I took non-required classes like chemistry and human anatomy in high school for fun. So, in my everyday life, I try to approach things from a rational, explainable perspective. Make decisions and draw conclusions based on evidence, etc.
But there are things in life that defy logic.
I have come to believe that the truth of everything/reason for everything (ala The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy) lies somewhere at the intersection of science and spirit, and that there are reason's the laws of physics breakdown at quantum levels and/or with a singularity. I consider myself an atheistic agnostic (I know it sounds like a contradiction, but check out the link below~), I don't believe in a God or Gods, specifically, but I understand that until I observe such an entity directly, I have to leave my mind open. I would not be surprised if we ultimately discover that the universe came into existence by chance, and that no divine intervention occurred. I would be equally accepting of some type of intelligent design, no matter what 'it' was....
My point being that I don't generally just accept things because I've seen them, I have to understand why and how, before I incorporate it into my beliefs. I don't take believing in things lightly and don't look for strange things where they don't exist. So when I talk about the things I have experienced personally, I have thought about what happened, try to debunk it myself, and after a process of elimination, only then do I begin to accept. I think that trying to be objective in all things is paramount. I find staunch believers and staunch skeptics to be equally flawed in their approach. Both eliminate the room for future discovery or a shift in their belief set. In that sense, I'm as much a believer as I am disbeliever. Weird, right?
I wanted to share a little bit before I start writing so you guys know what window to view what ever blogs follow this one. 'Cause I've seen some bizarre ****.
Hope you all have a good one.
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I have lost people very close to my heart throughout the years but they all seem to have paled to the grieving I am still experiencing from the death of one of my best friends almost 6 months ago. I am not sure why, but her death seems to have hit me harder than my own father's death and a friend that I thought of as a mother.
She and I were close in age, I was 1 1/2 years older. We saw each other at work almost every day and hung out when we could on our days off. I walked into her office every morning and we talked about what was going on in our lives. She had divorced 3 years before and remarried within 6 months so a lot of times we discussed her relationship with her new husband and how they were adjusting to each other.
It still hurts to see pictures of her, and I cannot bear to take her number out of my contacts yet. I still have our last texts we sent to each other the night she died. I seem to be doing well and then someone or something reminds me of her and I find myself grieving anew. I often wonder if her death has hit me harder because of being close in age and the death being very sudden.
I know that everyone grieves differently but I feel like I'm still going in waves of grief and I'm not quite sure why. I did not post this to get sympathy, I simply needed to talk about it. But if anyone has insight I would be willing to listen.
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Michaels mum is making threats saying I'm not welcome she's going to kick my A pick me up by neck scruff, that I have a face like a sour lemon, she hopes Michael never has the good sense to marry me. I'm a Fing lazy cow, I don't care about Noel (she says I didn't say hi I did) that I better not go crying to Michael he won't care. If I come back she'll grab me by scruff neck throw me out. I'm selfish don't care about my dying father in law, I got moody she said (bring up past) girlfriend instead of fiancé. Dads too ducking lazy to help her. All cause I said no to hanging pair of her socks. She's having a bpd lash out. Plus she threw my 2 containers in her trash pile saying they're trash. He'll be outta here before long. She's pulled this before, she'll pull it on him when he goes out to. Last time she banned me he just stayed over my place. All I said was if it's Michaels I'll hang them. She went you'll Fing hang them don't be rude. You'll hang them or I'll kick your ass. I hang his during week doesn't matter who's they are you'll hang them you're selfish cow. I gently put them on counter and she went off. She kept going. She's pulled this before, she'll pull it on him when he goes out to. Last time she banned me he just stayed over my place. All I said was if it's Michaels I'll hang them. She went you'll Fing hang them don't be rude. You'll hang them or I'll kick your A. I hang his during week doesn't matter who's they are you'll hang them you're selfish cow. I gently put them on counter and she went off. She kept going YOU WILL HANG THEM OR I'LL KICK YOUR A. IF YOU DONT LIKE THE RULES LEAVE AND DONT COME BACK YOURE NOT WELCOMED HERE. She goes in normal tone still more washing that needs to go out DONT YOU DARE THINK about putting on airer. She's either snapped out of it or it's intermission. When we left she was in her husbands room yelling at him. Shes going to send him to hospital from stress, he's dying of Cancer and she was yelling at him since she couldn't yell at Michael or I
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I'm looking forward to reading the new book from Mark Bowden, 'Hue 1968' (He also wrote Blackhawk Down and Killing Pablo).
I was in Hue, Vietnam in 1993, just a few days before the 25th anniversary of the Tet Offensive. Various members of the Vietnamese family I was traveling with would point out bomb craters or damaged buildings, then somberly nod their heads and say, "Tet". The Offensive is celebrated as a great achievement by the Communists, but the citizens of South Vietnam probably see it as the beginning of the end of their freedom.
The Tet Offensive lasted for 24 days. The Communists took advantage of the fireworks explosions of the Tet holiday, and attacked U.S. facilities in the South. In some places, it took hours for people to realize the explosions were coming from bombs and bullets and not just fireworks.
According to some historians, as many as 30,000 North Vietnamese Army and Vietcong guerrilla fighters were killed during the attacks, compared to 3000 U.S. fatalities. Following that battle, many Americans became disillusioned with the war, and celebrities such as Jane Fonda became involved in the anti-war movement. (I may have to change the casualty numbers after I read Mark Bowden's book. When I first wrote about Tet following my 1993 trip, I came across those numbers in my research.)
We "toured" several of the ancient palaces around Hue, which was the former Imperial City of Vietnam. When I say "toured," I mean we paid a small entrance fee, and then walked around inside the buildings and the palace grounds. No tour guides, no roped-off areas or beautiful landscaping, no crowds. What should have been national treasures were basically just large abandoned buildings. That was the nature of Communism (out with the old ways, in with the New Ways!) before they realized that tourism could bring in a lot of foreign cash.
During Imperial times, each Emperor would have a new palace built for himself. I think it was the palace of Emperor Gia Long that had a huge wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling mirror in what I suppose was the Royal Reception Room. That monstrous mirror was gifted to him by Napoleon Bonaparte in the early 1800's.
In a moment of pure vanity, I walked up to the mirror, pulled my comb out of my back pocket, and combed my hair. But really, what else is a mirror good for?
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We live in a society that thrives on the promotion of the idea that we all have a purpose in life; this concept is instilled into our heads at a early age via t.v show, books, games, movies as well as the people around us. It is presented in a manner that makes it seem like there is this special little nook just waiting or even seeking us; that somehow some mysterious person is going to follow us and at some point say something like "You passed our test..you have been chosen..." or something along that line.
We have basically been trained from childhood that we are supposed to spend our lives searching for this mystical purpose that will somehow make our entire lives make sense and that from that point onward we are just going to be this awesome hero or something.
But..that doesn't work, does it? I mean it sounds very encouraging and nice but the sad fact is that millions of us, including myself, have fallen into that psychological trap. To be short, I do not think we have any purpose whatsoever rather we end up fulfilling many daily purposes. For example I used to work for an elderly neighbor, I was there for the "purpose" of doing things she couldn't do for herself such as laundry, cooking, cleaning, shopping and other tasks. My "purpose" for that time, was to do specified tasks. Then I go home and I have other tasks to do. For example, if I am the only one home at the time, my "purpose" is to do a few things that might be needed.
What I am trying to convey is that the very idea of "purpose" is rather transitory and temporary. Purpose is not something grand or life-long but merely tasks that need to be done and if you happen to be around or, in many cases, hired to do that then -for that parcel of time- your "purpose" is to do whatever it is that needs to be done. In fact we have many "purposes" daily including parenting, yard work, pet care, student studies, etc.
I wasted much time being seduced by this erroneous lie that as I went along doing what I had to do that I would somehow discover or stumble upon something that told me "This is your destiny. This is the purpose for which you were personally born for". This is not to ever say that what you do is pointless, not at all, I am just saying that whatever you do is to fulfill a task, obligation or promise. If you happen to be around to do those things then that is what your "purpose" for the time being is, to do whatever you were told to do. Once that has been accomplished then you go on to other things that you need or wish to do.
This what I think kids should be taught in school, that the concept of "purpose" is nothing special or mystical, it simply means there are things to do and if you are willing, qualified and able to do them then go ahead and do them. Forget the mysticism and fantasy, that is for movies and games, if you have that "to-do" list then your purpose for the day or at least the time being is to try to complete that list.
In short, purpose is a personal invention, a concept we attach to objects as well as to ourselves. It is not something that is waiting us or bestowed on us by some fairy or other-worldy thing, it is something we undertake and when that is done we go on to other things.
This is not to imply that what we do is unimportant, it just means we all do similar things, there are millions of people right now working in cubicles or behind desks, there are millions who are shuffling documents or giving shots to pets or serving meals in a cafe.....if you happen to be there and you are asked/told to do it then that is your purpose for the time being.
That's all there is to it. That is my view, nothing more.
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An Atheist Historian Examines the Evidence for Jesus
There are many posts presented on this site about Jesus, who he was, or even if he even existed, then, of course, the whole mythic veiw about Jesus. This is written from the standpoint of an atheist scholar. Long but worth the read for those interested in this kind of topic.
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Several weeks back I got notified by one of Linda's (stepmom) co-workers about a cat named Toby the Gray Tabby. Dad and Linda went off on vacation then when they came back we adopted/rescued him. At first he was scared and went into hiding. After a few days he felt comfortable enough to come out and interact with us. Toby is 3-4 years old and very affectionate and has a bond with me. He's already had the snip and sometimes he's a complete spazz. He likes to run around without even being triggered into doing it.
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You go into your classroom at college. You see a girl crying quietly. You approach her and ask what's wrong. She looks at you and you notice that she looks exhausted, dark circles around her red eyes and it looks like she'd aged a little too. She says with a very painful tone" I'm tired of traveling in space and time. I can't do it anymore. I just don't want to. I want to be like everyone else".
Would you believe her? Would you think that's she's crazy? What would you do?
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Just 8 more days until the first Annual "Tennis Shoe and Tuxedo - Wear it Backwards Ball and Melted Crayon Art Show" ... It will be held at the "Grand Ball Room" high atop the historic Grand Central Dungeon Tower (provided we can install the braces and supports in time)...
Here is a listing of approved attire...
Tuxedos (any color or style), - the "louder" the better.
Formal Ball gowns (with neon colored t-shirts or scuba wet suits under them for those who are "a bit shy"...
Attire made solely of melted crayons (must be "worn" over an approved body suit – mainly because the melted crayons are rather warm to the touch at first!
Formal Uniforms (military, band, Service industry, etc) are also acceptable of course – the UM Zeppelin Service Uniforms are actually quite stunning when worn backwards (as we did in the Great War – in an effort to confuse the enemy as to whether we were "coming or going" – it actually only served to confuse us, but "Oh well")
Cultural dress must be approved by the UM Bored of Inquisitors... Such as the "cultural dress" seen on many Beauty pageants – the gaudier, the better…
Shoes must be inappropriate for whatever is worn and may be worn correctly if your feet won't turn backwards...
As an example, I have decided to wear my formal uniform as Emperor of Mooselandia (it actually fits better backwards anyway) – with all my many ribbons and medals (all awarded to me by a grateful…. Me)… Upon my hooves…er… feet I will be wearing my "Bullwinkles" (provided they get out of the cleaners in time – else I will be wearing neon-pink scuba flippers)…
I had planned on wearing a nice evening gown made of melted crayons (which seems to be a popular choice this year), but the only crayons I could get away from my grand-nieces and nephews were white… I didn't want to look like a giant lump of ice cream, so….
There is absolutely nothing wrong with wearing "formal attire" of another gender (or even species in some cases), in fact a man has a bit of an advantage in this as a full length beard can do wonders in covering up a "backless gown"…
Dancing is to be done "front-to-front" from the perspective of the clothing, so you will be facing away from your partners… The clever partier will therefore NOT dance with their date but with a stranger and position themselves so that they will be able to actually see and converse with their date, as they dance with someone else…
Entertainment is scheduled to be provided by UM's most popular band "The Noggin' Knockers" (provided they get time off for "good behavior" following their performance at the UM "BlackLight Costume Contest Valentine's Day Dance and Rummage Sale")… Should the "Noggin' Knockers" not be available the High Inquisitors office will simply snatch up five or six random dungeon denizens from the Lower Oubliettes and
force thementice them into forming a band on the spot (they might even sound better than the "Noggin' Knockers")…
As always Zombie dates will be available for those who either fail to acquire a date on their own, or just like dancing back-to-back with zombies… Volunteers are being sought to assist in dressing the zombies appropriately – in ball gowns and tiaras… Volunteers may get time removed from their stay in the Lower oubliettes…
A banquet will be served "cafeteria style" while the Melted Crayon art show is being viewed and judged –midway through the ball. So bring your best art work (that must be made of melted wax-crayons of any brand name, and be executed on either butcher paper, brown paper bags or the writing paper they give to kids when they learn to write… Any substitute paper or "paint" medium must be pre-approved by the UM Office of The Fine Arts and Sewage Control (UM Form x-3221.775 May 325 BC)...
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Around 8 years ago (2009) my father witnessed a dove circling our house, it would fly above our house around 3 times before flying off, my father thought nothing off it since birds are very common where we live so it must have been a coincidence, A few weeks later my grandmother fell and was taken into hospital.
A month went by and she sadly began to deteriorate and passed away in hospital.
6 years on (July 2014) the same breed of dove came back to our old house, it continued to circle the house for a while before flying off... Again thought nothing of it, 4 weeks later my great-grandmother fell... She was taken to hospital but luckily came back home. It was then 2 months later she passed away peacefully in her home
This time (October 2014) the dove never went away, we would see it circling our house still and one day my father said "Look it's back, I hope nothing happens again!".. We waited and nothing happened, or so we thought....
Come December we visited my grandfather, all well and watching TV we talked for a while before heading back home, 20 minutes after arriving home my mother had a phone call saying that my grandfather collapsed. The paramedics brought him back for a brief moment but sadly passed away in the Ambulance going to the hospital.
Was this a complete coincidence that this dove was flying around our house and only ours? Was it bringing a message?
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In Plain Sight
by Marco M. Pardi
"The art of secrecy lies in being so open about most things that the few things that matter are not even suspected to exist." B. H. Liddell Hart (1895 - 1970) Strategy. 1954.
"When you want to hide the needle, add more hay." Classic Intelligence Community adage.
All comments welcome. To those readers who have been hesitant to comment or ask questions, please be assured you may do so freely. In recent days several new people have signed on as followers, enabling them to comment freely, and it is hoped they will. Reader participation keeps this site vibrant. MMP
In these past few months I have noted what appears to be an increased tendency among people to keep their thoughts to themselves. This is not surprising, given the presence of a demented man-child in the White House and a virtual take-over of government by the cabal which supports him. As we've learned in the past few days, even being a spokesperson for this administration puts one's credibility at risk of irreparable damage from the almost Tourette's like tweets and pronouncements coming from the titular president.
Official secrecy has long been a tool of governments, accepted even in the same breath as transparency. However, most concerns are raised not over secrecy itself, but about what is being kept secret. And, as the opening quote implies, some subjects are and remain secret simply because they have effectively been made a non-issue. The recent Trump order to the Environmental Protection Agency to remove all mention of Climate Change from their website, Trump's "looking into ways to change the libel laws so as to sue journalists/media" for publishing unflattering statements about him, Trump's abrupt firing of the FBI Director heading an investigation into the election, and the Trump administration's move to place access to the internet in the hands of a select few reminded me of a twenty six page article in the August 2008 edition of the journal Political Theory. Dr. Alexander Wendt, then an award winning author and professor of political science at Ohio State University and Dr. Raymond Duvall, then professor and chair of the Department of Political Science at the University of Minnesota wrote, "Sovereignty and the UFO" (the term UFO, carrying non-rational baggage, has since been replaced by UAP -Unidentified Aerial Phenomena). Surprisingly, not a single political scientist, or other reader, subsequently responded to the article in the journal Political Theory.
No, I'm not writing about UFOs or UAPs. For the record I, along with the governments of Argentina, Chile, Peru, Brazil, the U.K., France, Belgium, Sweden and Russia have accepted the mountains of physical, electronic, photographic, radiologic, botanical and testimonial evidence of their existence from multiple unimpeachable witnesses but I stand fast on the Unidentified appellation since there are several equally plausible hypotheses regarding their origin and nature. What I am doing in referencing this article is drawing a parallel with the very successful burial (only in the United States) of any discussion of UAPs in heaps of illogical but effective criticism with the equally successful burial (again, only in the U.S.) of any serious discussion of the nature of a major American political party and its true agenda. (UFO/UAP Note: In January 2017, under direction from then-President Obama, the CIA de-classified roughly 1 million UFO/UAP documents and made them available on their website). Did you notice? Adding more straw.
Wendt and Duvall's article was not intended to prove or even support either side of any UFO/UAP debate; it was intended to elucidate how an authoritarian State can render a subject invisible despite the mountains of evidence for its presence. The article did so in truly remarkable fashion.
Essentially, the paper lists a series of tactics used to discredit UAP advocates and even serious and credentialed scientists by: Portraying the subject as fringe, New Age, and incoherent while casting a shadow over the career futures of anyone should they speak approvingly of it publically; inventing "straw man" arguments based on only one of a series of plausible hypotheses and then attacking the stated hypothesis with information not scientifically valid ("space distances make travel impossible, so it has not and cannot occur" - this has long been shown to be false); and, appealing to an anthropocentric belief that humans, as children of God, enjoy primacy in Nature, including the universe. Discovery of another life form, so advanced as to master the technology displayed through UAPs, would not be acceptable to people who, having no competence in science, must fall back on religious dogma. This is appealing even to those who do not see themselves as particularly religious, but also have little to no understanding of science.
But more importantly, Wendt and Duvall's article shows us that the worst way to keep something the public already knows about secret is to call it secret. This only spawns distrust and conspiracy theories - "they know and aren't telling us." The far better way, as demonstrated by the official U.S. position on UAPs, is to declare them invalid and not worthy of attention from competent people. The parallel, for me, is the treatment of the F word - Fascism.
I've written elsewhere of my understanding of Fascism and will not repeat myself here. The internet is now alight with entries such as, The Defining Criteria of Fascism and similarly informative pieces. One might think this blossoming of information is new. It's not. Every Republican administration since Richard Nixon has been held against this list of criteria and found, in various degree, to be a match. But institutional checks and balances have, until now, provided a firewall against a looming conflagration that otherwise would have burned democracy to the ground. Now, our modern media have made the publication and understanding of the criteria of Fascism more accessible. So, it's out there in plain sight. Several excellent lists are available on line, for those who bother to look. But how many are willing to sort through the haystack? How many have decided a priori it is fringe thinking, impossible here?
Also in plain sight is the historical success of the advocates of Fascism in labeling such accusations (those arising from an understanding of Fascism) as fringe, radical, Leftist, and unworthy of consideration from "normal" and "patriotic" people. I remember a nationwide exercise in the 1970's in which people across the country were shown a copy of the American Bill of Rights, with the title obscured. They were simply told it was a proposal for submission to Congress and asked their opinion of it. By an overwhelming majority the Bill of Rights was vehemently denounced as Communist, un-American, Socialist, Radical, and/or dreamed up by Hippies. At the same time the word Fascist elicited "Jack booted" Storm Troopers, armbands, extended arm salutes, marching armies, and - horror of horrors, seizure of privately owned firearms. No one seemed to know of Mussolini's own words: "Fascism is corporatism". Now, the granting of personhood to corporations, embodied in the Citizens United Supreme Court ruling empowering corporations to fund political campaigns with no restrictions is the very backbone of Fascism. In plain sight. Unseen by most.
So, I am not at all surprised that, today, Fascism can come into full bloom in America through the recent complete takeover of the Executive, Legislative, and Judicial branches of government by the very people who have advocated Fascism all along. I mentioned elsewhere attending a dinner about 5 weeks after the November election at which a senior staffer for a highly placed United States Senator crowed, "Now we can do anything we want!" Sadly, he is so far correct.
I accept the likelihood that some readers will dismiss what I've written as radical drivel. I also accept that some drivers see State mandated seat belt laws as infringements on their personal liberty. Darwin can be so current. I will not accept a continuation of the "Pendulum hypothesis" of politics, the idea that we continually swing from left to right while living mostly in the middle. James Clapper, the former Director of National Intelligence, was interviewed yesterday and said our basic democratic institutions are under attack, from outside and from within. Asked if, by "within", he was referring to Trump he said "exactly". Pendulums can be stopped. Do you care where it stops?
Contrary to some public opinion, Trump did not break and enter into the White House by himself, or even merely with the help of the "undereducated White males" he appealed to. Every move since his election, every executive order and appointment has had the backing of a hitherto largely silent cabal which can be described only as Fascist. His repeal of every environmentally and socially beneficial action of his predecessor enables corporations to freely plunder and rape the planet, economically, socially, educationally and medically disempowering the vast majority of Americans in favor of a very select few.
We have lived for decades with the now defunct belief that inter-stellar space flight is impossible so it doesn't happen. We are living now with the same flawed logic telling us that Fascism can't happen in the United States so it isn't happening. Refusing to see Fascism is here until we see boots and salutes is of the same order of flawed thinking as refusing to admit to UAPs until we see little green men. So long as people continue to think that Fascism is only here once we see "boots and salutes" we will miss, at our peril, the actual parade of Fascism as it marches by in plain sight.
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July 2015 we got told Noel/ Michaels dad has stage 4 Bowel Cancer.
Last year they said they had got it all over then a spot on his liver, which they shrunk enough to remove.
They told him last month they thought he has 5-8 years of life left.
Sunday 7th May he came out of hospital, but went back in on Tuesday 9th due to an infection he got put in ICU.
Friday 12th May: Michaels mom Paula walks in Michaels room (his door was open) and goes OH you're both in here Noels going downhill fast, drs called a family meeting with her. The Chemo has stopped working, his Liver is beyond repairing the Cancer has taken over.
She then starts with: You 2 need to think about getting married while he's alive unless your going to deny him that pleasure or seeing it.
I said were getting house first.
Then came YOULL NEVER GET A HOUSE ON ONE INCOME YOU CANT GET A JOB YOULL NEVER GET MARRIED IN THAT CASE. YOURE BETTER OFF LIVING HERE ITLL BE CHEAPER THEN RENT AT $250/300 WEEK. YOULL NEVER BUY A HOUSE YOU CANT GET A JOB. She said this twice while adding in (because I said no and we're getting house first) YOU'LL NEVER GET MARRIED THEN, YOU CAN'T GET A JOB.
I told Michael I'm going for walk so went to the playground 5:40pm at night and rang a friend, rang oldest sister, rang dad.
Sat at the playground until it was too dark and cold to stay out walked back to Michaels.
I said to Michael later basically as much as I want to marry you, I'm not rushing it cause then it could end (due to dealing with her and a child's sized bedroom) badly. Also said his room is too small and with a house we'd basically be able to be in different rooms when annoyed at each other.
Worse comes to worse YES we can get house on one income (he tried saying she means its hard. That's not what the money hungry itch said thou besides her house was brought with Noels income and her government benefit as she was classed as job seeker at the time) or we would live here (at dads) for little while. We wouldn't be happy living with her because of her BPD mood swings (as in if she got nasty and tried throwing him out, she threatened to once before when things didn't go her way).
My focus is being there for Michael since he needs support, holding myself together while also facing the fact that his dad is not going to see us get married or ever visit when we do get a house. Also dealing with her.
Saturday 19 Paula tried a verbal attack on me while Michael was asleep but didn't get anywhere.
Then tried saying her mom rang her and tried blaming Noel for his cancer. Michaels grandma is NOT that type so I think Paula said it in hopes Michael and I will turn on his grandparents. Michael was told what his mom claims and also doubts his grandma said it.
update 22 May: Went to take in a coffee for him, he wasn't there. Paula has ability to use his cell phone, his Facebook, her own cellphone and house phone to contact us since Noel couldn't due to sedation still. I wasn't told nor was Michael their own son!
Noel's gone home for a little while, he's going into palliative care very soon.
When it was just Michael, Noel and I in the room (also when just Noel and I) not once did he say anything about hanging on til he says Michael and I marry or that it's his dying wish.
He did however say to me when I was there yesterday, that Paula needs to pull her behaviour in line once he passes. Also suggested a home loan and real estate they went through to get their house.
So the wedding talk and we should live with her has been confirmed to be her doing not his. Which is what I thought.
I ended up up leaving the room when she was there because she started verbally attacking me. I didn't want that stress on Michael or Noel.
Michael followed a couple minutes later and told me what Noel said, which is written below.
Noel told her he's sick of her trying to interfere in Casey (me) and Michaels relationship and causing problems by attaching us so much.
I suspect Noel can see that by her attacking she's pushing not only me away but also her son. She's single hand ably ruining the only family relationship she will have left.
I'm doing my best to support Michael while also trying to cope with it all. I'm thankful I have a loving supportive family who consider Michael family.
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HI there
This is my first time posting.
I will start with a some background history before I get to the interesting bit.
I met "SG" about 5 years ago in 2012. My friend sent me a picture of him and from the first instant I saw that picture I felt drawn towards him. He was so good looking and damn sexy. 2months went by and we were going out to dinner with my friend, she brought SG along and told me that they were together so I pushed that feeling aside (let me just add that I had a boyfriend of 6years, so it was just a harmless feeling towards SG).
My friend and SG started dating and the 4 of us used to spend alot of time together. About 2years into their relationship she started to treat him alittle badly and he would message me to ask what she was up to ect because he was worried. My boyfriend and I were going through a very rough patch (he liked to party and drink and it started to affect our relationship ) My feelings for SG started up again and intensified with every fight each of us had with our partners. I started to imagine scenarios happening between SG and I were we would kiss or sometimes alittle more.
In September 2014 my boyfriend an I broke up due to his drinking, constant partying and drug use but we were still living together in seperate bedrooms. My friend had taken a trip over-seas and one night my (ex) boyfriends friend slapped me across the face. I packed a bag to sleep at my dad's place which was where my friend and SG lived too. Her mom rented out rooms and my dad stayed there and SG and my friend stayed in a granny flat on the property.
He told me to come sit with him and watch movies to feel better and one thing lead to another and bam we had sex. A few times after that night too. (Yes im a terrible friend siss on me) but flip I was in love by this stage!!!
They broke up for other reasons (she cheated on him and left him for another guy) and he moved into a spare room at my house (with my ex boyfriend and I) the sex between us was our secret and no one knew what was going on. This new living arrangement just made it so much easier to continue our "just casual sex".
When SG started to bring other girls home I realized how hurt I was and that it wasn't just sex for me I was in love but we had spoken about it and agreed we could never be together in a relationship as my friend and ex boyfriend would find out and things would get even more messy! ! Especially as we had no where else to live.
We both decided to stop our casual sex and I tried to work things out with my ex. Things were going well for one month when my ex went out and did drugs partied for a few days and didnt come home. I was so mad I broke up with him again and SG and I ended up in bed again the next week.
Fast forward 11 weeks. I find out Im pregnant I don't know who the father is and SG admits he loves me and that no matter who the father is he will love the baby like his own. We tell the world our story, we move out into our own place and our casual sex becomes a head-over-heels love that I have never felt in my life. We are meant to be together. He is my life and I love him with every fiber of my being. There is no other man in this entire world for me. We make love every day 3 to 4 times a day. We have the same likes, dislikes, tastes, we think the same, we are one.
He is there when the baby is born, I have never felt a connection so strong as I did the day I gave birth. I will remember this day for the rest of my life. I pray that the baby is his. We do a paternity test and 3 weeks go by.
Our little family is so perfect, he is such a good dad and I can picture our wedding until an email comes through and destroys our perfect bubble. My ex is the father!!!
As soon as he finds this out he distanced himself from me and the baby. And within 2weeks he breaks up with me and asks me to move out as soon as possible. His reason for breakingbup is that he cannot handle the baby growing up and being in contact with my ex and living my ad more than him, he used excuses then that he will never love my baby like his own blood child (so karma has kicked my ass HARD).
My whole world was destroyed and I was broken.
While I was pregnant my ex realized what his life style was doing to him and he decided to change. He stopped drinking and going out, he stopped using drugs and he started to exercise more and go to church. He changed his life around and was doing much better in his career.
As soon as he found out that the baby was his he wanted to meet him. Along with his family. When he heard that I needed a place to stay he offered for me to live in the flat on his parents property. This was Feburary 2016.
He stuck to his good ways and he became an excellent father to our son. (Our son loves him unconditionally) . By November 2016 we had grown closer as a couple and family and we became the couple I always knew we could be. He forgave me for what I had done to him and I forgave him for all his mistakes. He proposed to me in December and we plan to get married in 2018.
It took me 11months to heal my heart from what SG did to me. But still to this day I hurt sometimes and memories are always popping into my head. I will always feel as though I've lost apart of my soul.
A week ago (April 2017) I got an overwhelming sense of depression and saddness for SG I even cried. It came out of nowhere and nothing had reminded me of him. This feeling lasted for 2 days and then just vanished.
I was so confused by it that I googled what it could mean. One answer was that when someone shared a strong connection with another person they can feel what that person is going through even if they haven't spoken or seen each other.
That night I had a dream of SG and my sister's boyfriend (who works in the same company as SG) that morning when I woke up there was a message from my sister's boyfriend that said SG was going through a depression and was trying to hook up with girls at his work.
The next day I saw that SG was looking at my whatsapp statuses and liking pics on my social media.
This hasn't been the first time I have felt connections with people I haven't seen in a long time or the dreamt of random people and then seen or heard from them the next day.
Has anyone else felt like this or experienced something similar? I would love to hear your stories. Or any answers/explanation to mine.
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Ah.. still we are in Genesis. You have heard it said that when the first two people were placed in the garden they were told...eat of any tree you wish but of the tree of knowledge do not touch or you will surely die. So then the serpent says try this it's delicious and you will be wise like god and eve eats it and so does Adam and all the sudden they realize that they are nude and go hiding from god and god happens to be strolling through the garden that evening and says hey Adam where are you and Adams like we're hiding because we're nude and god's like, who told you that? And so the blame game begins and god's all upset, sewing leaves or skins together for them to wear (please read why you are both good and bad blog first, it will explain a lot about "god") and then he's like get out with a big ass eviction notice for both of them. No more free meals, no more free rent no more free loading, your on your own and you can work to death for all I care !!!! Wow tough crowd huh???
So No ... that's not what happened and the whole thing got twisted and heavily watered down because the old leaders felt it was too provocative and way too much info, so you got this .....an apple, a tree, two dumb kids, some heavy peer pressure by a snake , and finally a very p***ed off parent / landlord.
Nope..... I'm gonna explain this whole thing very shortly... Put some things in perspective for you.......
OK so let's begin, first off when I say dumb kids I don't really mean kids as in children I mean undoubtedly young people because they would have been in the prime of youth ,healthy, young strong ..logical right? Right!
So as you may or may not be aware the first man and woman were not exactly the first man and woman and were not exactly the first people's they were the first with a self awareness a higher consciousness of understanding. Intelligent!!! I will show where this proves itself,later. For now let's continue in the book if you look , the word tree is often used in reference to a family a lineage, weather spiritual or literally a tree is exactly this all throughout the book !!!! A fruit is the offspring of the tree often referred to as fruit ,again all through out the Bible it is referenced that a tree will be known by what fruit it bears. Meaning what kind of people and the offspring or children they produce.
So if we look closely we see a young woman roaming through a garden , I'm thinking we are not looking at a actual garden here but a fertile and bountiful territory of land that is obviously occupied by other humans So here comes a snake a talking snake to tempt eve.
Or how about here comes a person out of a different linage an older lineage an older model creation if you will. A more primitive but intelligent human just not quite tweaked like this couple. "Let us create man in our likeness " which should probably should have read " OK we have created but how about we create them to be like us, with a conscious an awareness a higher intelligence. So in other words, hey you two don't mix or mingle with anyone but each other. Got it.! Of that tree you must not partake !!!! So here is this beautiful different type of man and woman and who comes along,.... old proto type. Now he's smart he was the most cunning beast of the field. Right ?? Right!! Cunning = having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit.
OK so this tells us that this one has been around long enough to learn how to be clever in a sneaky way like a criminal who has mastered the art of stealing but lacks the intelligence of a conscience. Primitive !!! And note it says" the fruit was pleasing to the eye" so this was one beautiful piece of fruit or we are talking about someone's apparent physical attractiveness! So, he says to eve ,if you eat of the fruit your eyes will be opened and you will be like god knowing good from bad. I doubt that conversation ever took place but She fell for it and ate of the fruit ......
*SEX* that's what happened and she gave the fruit to Adam and he too partook of the FRUIT. *Sex*.... she taught him sex after she herself learned it. Then all the sudden they notice they are naked and feel shame.( What an odd reaction. after a eating a piece of fruit ) So then they get thrown out of the garden. Why because the project is now ruined, she's pregnant she mixed with the lower intelligent being the offspring will NOT be a reproduction of great intelligence of these two, Adam and eve. Then the intruder/snake is cursed by god to slither it's belly and eat dust all the days of its life. or maybe it should have read "you are a lowly creation never will you prosper you will crawl all the days of your life. Her offspring and your offspring will be enemies. (Enemies with snakes ? What!) Notice up until this point there are no children born to them. Now here's where it gets crazy. All the sudden Adam and eve are pregnant but she says with the help of the lord. I have bore a man (male child). What...I thought it was with the help of Adam ???? So here comes Cain and Abel twins I would stand to bet. One like his mother one like his father "the snake" so like his father he is primitive so he kills Abel who probably had more of his mother's traits. Cain leaves he's now an outcast and goes of and settles in some town and finds a wife! But how they were suppose to be the first people's back in Eden. Second time it proves the point of a prior primitive creation , besides the so called snake or rather the guy who wasn't Adam! Also look over Genesis carefully. There are two creation Stories back to back. You will see where primitive man was created first and then a second people's that were obviously created with intelligence in mind. You can't till the ground unless you have some type of awareness. Just read Genesis and note where it starts over completely. So anyways after all that with Cain. Seth is born and notice when he's born ,then and only then does Adam speak and says now I have a son from my own flesh. Quite an odd thing to say after your supposedly third child. Don't you think ???
We will conclude tomorrow.
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What you selling?
Nah, man... that don't work right away takes forever but controls you way to hard.
^bless is 1/2 of that so you are already 1/2 natural bless^
Bless...er. What?
^you got 1/4 bless
Do I got a quarter bless?
^bless yourself by -Do (multiplied by) -¿tone?
I got quarter bless
^bless flip real soon, got truckers atlas that roads itself, and got your own 4 corners
Like that perpindicular some say is cross.
^bless yes see king arm crossed stand high proud/see king arm crossed same pose but on back -pride +++telling his princes about clouds and stars
And I'll flip it now bro sis and say quarter turn either way I see queens rule then 180° or turn two corners and queen tells man carry this ^bless for me
.....QuoteKain: The Pillars don't belong to them, Raziel... they belong to us.Raziel: Your arrogance is boundless, Kain.Kain: There's a third option, a monumental secret hidden in your very presence here. But it's a secret you have to discover for yourself. Unearth your destiny, Raziel. It's all laid out for you here.Raziel: You said it yourself, Kain... there are only two sides to your coin.Kain: Apparently so, but suppose you throw a coin enough times... suppose one day, it lands on its edge.
--soul weaver ii
/hip connect to hop, thigh sinew connect to main, and come and cover (jacob 2 iarael Etymology Mix reprise)
And we count heads, tails, edge, and alloy. Who has a head and a tail? Then perfect balance for that side inbetween both light and dark, right and wrong, this and that not this vs that, then you have noble within known as goddess annointed or deity powered.
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We had a chance to participate in an elk study of the vast herd of Aspen Ridge, high (9500 feet) in the White Mountains of Arizona.
Every day, without fail, we would be rewarded with a great view from our perch on a ridge overlooking a large meadow.
This video [2:51] shows a herd of about 65 beautiful animals. We especially enjoyed to young ones playing and running.
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Once you decide to take the 1st step of preparation you're going to want to put together a small bag that you can keep in a place that makes the most sense for you; at work, in your trunk, in a closet, or your garage. Now there are many variations for these types of bags; get home bag, go bag, bug out bag, whatever you want to call it, it's just a bag to help you get by when a situation arises where you need to move from A to B or even just an assembled bag to have what you need when you need it even if you're just staying put.
Before you go out and buy a huge expensive pack that's intended to use to hike Everest, you may want to decide what you're going to put in it. When you decide what you need, gather it up and figure how big of a bag you really need, a small book bag may be all you need, or maybe not. I do suggest that it is a size that you are comfortable carrying when it's fully loaded for at least a few miles.
For instance, I use a small dark brown backpack of good quality, but doesn't scream, hey I have stuff that you may want to take from me. Here's a list of what's inside, just for ideas. Keep in mind I live in an urban area with desert and mountains not too far away depending on which way you choose to go. I travel often from San Diego to Sacramento, CA about a 550 mile trip one way, or from San Diego to Phoenix, AZ about 350 miles away. So I like to be prepared if I have a break down in my car and have to spend the night in an unknown area. There's a whole lot of nothing on either of those trips that I make at least once a month.
Contents of my back pack:
1 skivvy roll (shirt & underwear rolled inside of a pair of good boot socks)
1 beanie, bandana, lightweight jacket & 1 pair of hiking pants
1 filled 32 oz aluminum water bottle & 1 empty collapsible water pouch, 32 oz
Food, jerky, granola, nuts, sunflower seeds, fruit leathers
First aid kit, Chap Stick, sun block, water purification tablets
Fire making materials
Multi tool & a fixed blade knife
Flash light & a headlamp, with spare batteries
Emergency blanket, the sleeping bag kind
Pen, note pad, ear buds,
Spare wallet with $100 in small bills, and an ID
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Tim and Mrs. Hickory were in a forest. They were walking with Jane towards a castle because some nice little squirrel had told Jane it was a good idea. They didn't remember the hospital or how they knew each other. They just knew that they must have been good friends because they got along so well. The forest was just beautiful too. It was filled with lush evergreen trees and there were no briars or brambles or any scary animals. And Tim discovered that he could always hear the river nearby; it flowed parallel with the path to the castle. So, there was no way they could even get lost in this forest. Tim was having a wonderful time.
The group was nearing the edge of the forest when they heard a loud thump. The squirrel who was following them, scurried off to hide. Tim, Jane and Mrs. Hickory walked toward the sound. It was in the direction they were already heading. It wasn't long before they saw some brush moving on the side of the path. They drew nearer and discovered a woman lying there, moving her arms and legs slowly. Tim thought she was trying to get up.
"Hey, are you alright?" Tim asked. "Need some help?"
"No. I'm fine." The woman in the brush struggled harder.
"You don't look fine to me, Lady." Tim replied.
The woman said something Tim couldn't understand and then she managed to lift herself onto all fours. Tim, Jane and Mrs. Hickory stepped backwards as the woman in the brush caught her breath and got on one knee. Then used her recovering strength to stand on her feet.
"See, I'm fine. Wait…Tim? Mrs. Hickory? And is that…Jane? What are you guys doing here?" The woman in the brush inquired.
"We're going to the castle but first we have to get through The Peaceful Forest; that's what I'm calling it anyway." Jane said.
"A nice little squirrel told Jane to go to this castle and then she found us so we all decided to follow her. The Peaceful Forest is so pretty isn't it?" Tim added.
"How do you know our names?" Mrs. Hickory demanded. "We never told you."
"Yes, you did. At the hospital." The woman answered.
"What hospital?" Tim, Jane and Mrs. Hickory asked simultaneously. The squirrel came out from the trees, running and short of breath.
"We have to go. Come on, hurry!" The squirrel said and sprinted towards the edge of the forest and the castle beyond. Tim, Jane and Mrs. Hickory followed suit. The woman in the brush, whose name was Ria, stood still for a moment. She looked at the dark castle and knew she had made it back. This time, she was going to make it to the castle and nothing was going to stand in her way, especially not those three idiots and their dumb squirrel. But for now, she would play nice with them. Who knows what existed in this world, it would be wise to stick with a group. She ran towards the castle after them. Back in the forest there was another thump, but no one was around to hear it except for the trees and one lonely deer.
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When I was abducted.
the purple flower was the only different species of it's kind and all the othe flowers would bring it down saying it didn't belong...but the purple flower was the most outstanding and of course one of kind who had been picked by a beautiful young lady who absolutely loved poetry, and would tell the purple flower a sad love story every day.
I died on the operating table after having an arrow removed. It came from a powerful Crossbow. They snipped the metal tip from my back and yanked out the arrow from my chest. Then I died. A hospital security warden wheeled my bed to the morgue and left me through the door. Feeling like an alien I jump off the bed and caught the door from closing as he never noticed a thing from leaving the door to close. I made my way through the hospital exit with nothing but a hospital gown on and made my way home with my ass showing
Event : Clubbing Courtney Place. Wgtn NZ
Incident: Outside main door Burger King
Time of actually happening: New Years 12:10am
Reason: Unknown
Hospital: Lower Hutt Main
Hospital exit door: In corrodoor via cafe kitchen
Story: Fact ..
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Around the world, people are celebrating the Chinese New Year and the start to the Year of the Dragon. This got us wondering: Where did the myth of the dragon come from in the first place? Scholars say that belief in dragons probably evolved independently in both Europe and China, and perhaps in the Americas and Australia as well. How could this happen? Many have speculated about which real-life animals inspired the first legends. Here's our run-down of the likeliest suspects.
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Remember that girlfriend I mentioned in a previous blog? Well it wasn't long after that blog was posted that we broke up. It was doomed to fail from the beginning. I don't even know why I said yes when she asked me out. I am in no position to have a girlfriend. It's too bloody expensive and time consuming. Frankly, I have better things to do at the moment. So in a way, I'm glad the relationship ended. Yes, she came to my life at a time I needed someone to save me from the darkness and I found comfort in her arms. But we didn't have a lot of time to spend together so as soon as she left, I was alone in the dark again.
The problems started very quickly. She began complaining about her family and her friends and even herself. Almost everything she said was putting herself down because of what someone else said to her. I tried to help her. To convince her that she was a good person; that these people were just mean and they didn't care. But she didn't listen. In fact, most of the time, she ignored me when she was feeling upset. Even after I did help her feel better many times. I began to expect getting the cold shoulder instead of a warm greeting text every morning.
When she told her family about me, that's when the real trouble started. They immediately rejected the idea of me dating her. They overreacted like we were in a Mexican soap opera or something. They would yell at her or sometimes just ignore her to try and make her break up with me but she couldn't do it. She wanted me to meet them so I agreed but they refused. Then I somehow got roped into meeting a friend of their family. That went about as smoothly as a rusty saw blade. I only succeeded in making our entire situation worse because of my awkwardness around strangers being misinterpreted as disrespect. It was at this point that I was beginning to give up.
Now we were forced to sneak around and see each other in secret at irregular intervals. It dwindled from once a week to every two weeks to over a month without seeing each other. That was when she cheated on me with her ex. Why she would want to go back to him, I still do not understand because based on what she told me and the screenshots of some of his texts to her, he was a complete grade-a douchenozzle. Harassment was just the beginning of the horrible things he did to her. And yet she still sought attention from him just because there was no way she could come see me because we were so far away. She couldn't wait. She couldn't text me back. She couldn't even have an intelligent conversation with me. She just couldn't be what I needed so I couldn't take it anymore.
The stress was too much when piled on top of all the other stress I was already dealing with. While I am happy for the experience, I regret every single second of it. I should have never let myself get that close to someone I barely knew. Someone I didn't even really like that much. The worst part is, I actually did grow to love her before the end of it. But I can't even think of her anymore without thinking of everything she put me through. And for that, I don't think I can ever love her again.
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This is a hit on the late side, but that doesn't harm anyone now does it. So seems this past year of school has been passing by at a much quicker rate than I had ever noticed before. It is my senior year and here I am looking at college, jobs, and so much else. Slowly have iI seen my pack grow as well. From new members to new lives. I am engaged to my mate, I have been doing better at being open about me being trans and that my name is Damon. I have figured out that I am actually more demi-asexual, someone who is only partially asexual, and that life has seemed to smooth out from what it used to be like. So as I am here I am going to announce that I am starting another blog section and it will be called Story Time With Damon. This is where I shall be posting past stories and stories that I will later be experiencing in life.
in regards to all this, spring break is in 9 days counting weekends. Not sure if I will be here or in Kentucky yet, but as it seems I will be here. In that sense I do hope to see Standing Fox as soon as possible since I need to pick up my pelts from him.
Expect to see me outside on Tuesday April 4th. This is a day for therians and otherkin to both go outside at 5:00 pm your time and make the sounds of your theriotype and kintype. To show that you are not alone where you live. So expect to hear my howls of my wolves and maybe even the roars and growling of my dragon, who will be talked about in my next entry.
another blog entry on here will be arriving soon this week or this month. For now this is Lunar Wolf signing off.
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So.... is it wrong that I am concerned that the current political situation in America is gradually spiraling into a religious stand off.
With Trump being strongly represented by,as well as being a representative of the Christian Faithful.
More and more I see, read, and hear religious quotes or people talking about prayer in regards to Trump. It worries me because segregation and feelings of rightful superiority for any race/religion is dangerous.
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William Gibson once spent nearly five years studying the complexities of watchmaking, indulging in the accumulation of knowledge for its own sake. "I wanted to grow my own otaku-like obsession," he said in a phone interview with Wired.
These days, the author — whose books, beginning with 1984 classic Neuromancer, invented imaginary worlds that seem strangely in tune with our present-day reality — says he has no real obsession. But the spare time he used to spend studying antique timepieces now gets spent on Twitter.
In Part 2 of the Wired interview, one of science fiction's most singular voices — and one of its most compelling thinkers — discusses the internet, social media, his fascination with antique watches and punk rock, and his fear of nostalgia.
Wired: You've had some interesting thoughts about social media. You once said, "I was never interested in Facebook or Myspace because the environment seemed too top-down mediated. They feel like malls to me. But Twitter actually feels like the street. You can bump into anybody on Twitter." Can you expand on that?
William Gibson: My friend Doug Coupland recently tweeted something to the effect that he was once again trying to get into Facebook but he said, "It's like Twitter but with mandatory homework." That might be another good way to describe it. With Twitter you're just there; everybody else is just there. And its appeal to me is the lack of structure and the lack of — there's this kind of democratization that I think is absent with more structured forms of social media. But that's actually way more abstract and theoretical than I usually get with these things.
Wired: You had an addiction to bidding on antique mechanical watches on eBay — an addiction you chronicled memorably in your 1999 Wired essay "My Obsession," which was included in your recent non-fiction collection, Distrust That Particular Flavor. What's your addiction now? Is it Twitter?
Gibson: The watch thing, fortunately, was kind of a self-limiting experiment…. I felt when I started doing that, that I'd never really been able to have a hobby in an adult sense, a hobby that was completely divorced from anything else I do in life, and a hobby that required an impossibly steep, insane learning curve. I actually did that.
I just learned stuff about old watches for maybe four or five years…. I got to the point where I could pass for semi-informed in the company of really world-class authorities, but by the time I got there, I realized that it had nothing to do with accumulating examples of one particular kind of thing — which I always found kind of creepy about collecting.
Anyway, I never wanted to be a collector of anything; I just wanted to pointlessly know really a lot about one thing. I did it with that, but there was sort of an end to the curve. I guess the end to the curve was realizing that what it had been about was the sheer pointless pleasure of learning this vast, useless body of knowledge. And then I was done [laughs]. I haven't had to do that for ages. And I've never gotten another one of those; that may have been my one experience with that. But it was totally fun — I met some extraordinarily strange people over the course of doing that.
None of that would have been possible, but for the internet. In the old days, if you wanted to become insanely knowledgeable about something like that, you basically had to be insane — you had to travel around the world, finding other people who were sufficiently crazy to know everything there was to know about that. That would have been so hard to do, dependent on sheer luck, that it kept the numbers of those people down.
But now you can be a kid in a town in the backwoods of Brazil, and you can wake up one morning and say, "I want to know everything about stainless steel sports watches from the 1950s," and if you really applied yourself, to the internet, at the end of the year you would have the equivalent of a master's degree in this tiny pointless field. I've totally met lots of people who have the equivalent of that degree.
Probably Twitter would be the thing, the thing that took over the time slot from that. For the most part.
Wired: What's the current state of plans for the Neuromancer movie, which has been threatening to come out for years now?
Gibson: If it was in one of its completely moribund phases I'd be willing to talk about it, but because it's apparently not, I wouldn't want to say anything about it. If I talk about that, I would be talking about someone else's work-in-progress. But there does seem to be some progress. If anything were happening that was totally exciting for me, you'd see me tweeting about it. Anything you hear elsewhere, you should check and see if I'm tweeting about it. That will be the tell.
Wired: In the 2000 documentary No Maps for These Territories, you made a lot of confident predictions about future tech — and a lot of those predictions have held water since that documentary came out. You said you don't believe in the predictive power of science fiction, but you seem to have a good handle on where things could go.
Gibson: Probably, I mean, I only sat through it once. I watched the theatrical release to make sure I hadn't disgraced myself, or been misrepresented, but I suspect that if you could see the offcuts of that, you'd realize that as they worked on it for a few years, they probably chose stuff where I sounded like I'd gotten it right.
There's really a lot of that in the futurology game, and everybody who markets any kind of futurological product — be it some kind of corporate advising or a given science fiction writer, has a real vested interest in making their product seem prescient. If I were a total cynical bullshitter, I'd go around trying to make everybody think that I knew what the future was going to be too. But I've never really seen the predictive part as being what I really do.
Unfortunately, the predictive part is traditionally a large part of how we market science fiction and the people who write it. "Listen to her, she knows the future." It's a really ancient kind of carny pitch, but it's not what I think science fiction really does. I think science fiction gives us a wonderful toolkit to disassemble and reexamine this kind of incomprehensible, constantly changing present that we live in, that we often live in quite uncomfortably. That's my idea of our product, but it's not necessarily a smart publicist's idea of my product.
Wired: Do you think it also something to do with the proliferation of ideas conferences like TED, where you could almost feel goaded into being a dramatic, futurological figure?
Gibson: I think that the TED phenomenon is the kind of hypertrophied expanse of the sort of cultural impulses that we've talked about in part today. It's really the same thing…. "Yay! He's going to tell us…." I'm usually not really interested in that sort of thing. I'm also not very often invited; it's probably all for the best.
Wired: You have an essay in a new book called Punk: An Aesthetic about your experiences with punk in the 1970s. I wanted to ask you about your thoughts on music, and on punk rock.
Gibson: I'm an old punk rocker, a seriously old punk rocker [laughs]. But there are a lot of people my age that are standing in the darkness at the edge of the room…. I bought a lot of [records]. I still have a box of probably really valuable singles down in my basement, that I went through some trouble to obtain, because they weren't readily available. Of course that was part of the fun — that initially they weren't readily available.
Wired: Do you think that listening to music is less fun now that you can find music so easily?
Gibson: Well, nostalgia is kind of the warning, always — the warning sign for so many of our species. Whenever I find myself thinking what "X" used to be — "X" used to be more fun, "Y" used to be better in the days of my youth — I check my pulse for conservatism [laughs]. I mean, really. What else should one do? The whole of lit and human history is filled with anguished voices crying out: "What's wrong with these kids?… They no longer know how to do it old-school." I've heard that every decade of my life since I was old enough to hear it, and I'm desperately holding off doing it myself. Because once I do, I think, in some sense, I'll be done for. At least in terms of predicting the future. I hate to see things I loved go away. But if that means I'm inherently opposed to change, then I'm in trouble. That's how I look at it.
What we've got now is different in some ways than what we had before. But it's … at least in some ways similar to what we've had before, as it is different. We're just getting things on different platforms. And I think there are fundamental changes that have happened in the last 30 or 40 years that we quite naturally can't get a handle on yet. Because they happened to us. We're in it; we don't have the distance. History will know.
One thing that I like to remind myself — to try to get some balance in the middle of all this — is to compare what the Victorians thought they were to the way we see them. Because the way we see them is nothing like the way they thought they were…. They'd probably drop dead from shock, because they thought they were the crown of creation. We sure don't think they were the crown of creation; we think they were tragically flawed, incomplete beings, who were totally full of themselves. And I think that's what the future will think of us, exactly, but in a different way. But we don't see it any more than the Victorians could see it, because we are it.
That's OK, but I just think I find it healthy to keep that in mind, and of course I like to apply it to myself as well…. It's not like I'm saying everybody else is doing that and I'm not.
Wired: Is there new music you're listening to now? Do you listen — perhaps with fondness, not nostalgia — to the music of your past?
Gibson: One of the things that digital has done for me personally is that it's made music of my ongoing now completely atemporal. I no longer have any idea or any anxiety about not having any idea about what's happening now, because that no longer seems very important. Now, last week, 30 years ago? What's the difference? What does it matter? It's all there on YouTube. And so I find myself discovering things like a decade late, or I discover things before very many people have found them. It's atemporal. It's just all over the long calendar, and that's going to make things different. But that's been going on for a long time.
There's a thing that parents have known ever since the advent of The Beatles, as the vast cultural trope that they are. Parents have been watching their children discovering the Beatles. Kids are still discovering the Beatles; it takes about two weeks for them to ingest the whole thing. It's often quite a big deal for them over those two weeks. And then they have the Beatles.
The bizarre thing about that is the way in which the Beatles live outside of time — the trope of the Beatles and their recorded music. It's not like a '60s thing. But really it's … eternal. Really very weird. Every once in a while, I get one of those in my car and I mess up the tuning on the radio and I get a classic rock station. I get this really weird science fictional feel: Could I be listening to this exact same playlist in 2046? Could somebody be listening to this in 2046? Maybe. What would it mean? Will that stuff ever go away? That's the one way in which I think we're in some seriously new territory. Possibly.
Wired: Someone once described Led Zeppelin to me as sonic wallpaper — that it was inescapable, ubiquitous, almost like furniture, part of the environment.
Gibson: I know that feeling; I certainly know that feeling. Not thinking of Led Zeppelin particularly, but how much of our lives have been spent in total listening to "Stairway to Heaven"? Like hours! You may have listened to like 30 or 40 hours of "Stairway to Heaven" in your life. I hope you were doing something else really enjoyable while you were doing it, because otherwise you're never going to get it back. That's a strange thing that's happened to us that didn't happen to previous members of our species, not until relatively recently.
Wired: The way you talk about music being atemporal reminds me of how you've talked about cities. You once said, "In cities, the past, present and the future can all be totally adjacent. In Europe, it's just life; it's not science fiction, it's not fantasy. In American science fiction, the city in the future was always brand new — every square inch of it."
Gibson: I think my relationship with cities was formed by initially not growing up in one. I grew up in a very small town that wasn't near any big city. And the few really big cities I glimpsed as a child were just total other places. And I was interested in that. And the television seemed to emanate from big cities, and media emanated from big cities, and media was more of the day than the place in which I lived, and so as it happened, as soon as I was able to get myself out of my small place, and into a city, I was happy. They were better for me; big cities were better places for me to be. I've lived happily in them ever since.
I used to think that I was the odd man out for liking big cities, but the way it seems to have gone is that most of humanity is the same way, and every year more of us migrate into huge human settlements. There's a pressure to do that that has a lot to do with random opportunity. Your chances of getting lucky at anything are proportionally a lot higher in a big city. Unless you really want to be a farmer or something.
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I feel so guilty... :'(
I'm not sure where to post this, so i'll just post it in here.
Yesterday, Finnick had his first training class, we were just on our way home- walking down the road when we suddenly saw a Staffordshire Bull Terrier (very common dog here in the UK), absolutely NO owner in sight.
So, I crossed the road with Finnick on his lead beside me to try and avoid this dog as I had no idea how friendly it was and to see if I could see the owner. The Staffy saw us and came sprinting towards us across the BUSY road. We stood still (as I know it's best not to run), luckily the staffy seemed fairly friendly, albeit very nervy. The owner then comes from nowhere and apologises frantically, picks the dog up and walks across the road. He "SEEMED" like a normal friendly guy, until he reached the curb on the opposite curb where he proceeded to THROW his Staffy onto the curb causing it to hit it's head. Of course, the idiotic owner still doesn't put a lead on his dog, so the staffy once again sprints over to us on the opposite side of the road (he just wanted to say hello), as he's running, a car has to emergency stop - missing the dog by inches!! At this point, it FINALLY catches the Staffys owners attention....he comes running over all guns blazing and shouting to the high heavens above. I've never ever in my life seen someone shout so aggressively, at this point I don't know if he's shouting at me or his poor dog. The Staffy is now cowering because he is so terrified of his owner. The owner picks him up by the scruff of the neck and drags him into a nearby road (I presume to where they live).
At this point I am so shaken because I have never actually seen someone be so aggressive to their dog with my own eyes.
I now feel like I should have done something. I feel so guilty, because that poor dog probably has such a terrible life with an abusive owner :(
I honestly think if i'd have said or done anything to him, I would have either gotten a knife pulled out on me or i'd have gotten beaten up (he was what we call a "Chav" over here). Plus I didn't want to risk anything happening to Finnick as he's only 13 weeks old. I feel so terrible :( I was also on my own and there were two guys with the Staffy. I'm only 24, so I couldn't have put up much of a fight if it turned that way.
Do you think I should have done something? I can't report him because I don't know where he lives, nor do I remember his face. It's all a bit of a blur. That poor puppy :(
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I don't think you should have done or said anything to the man.. but maybe find a way to report the incident so that if you see him again, you can contact AC? I don't know. That's a tough one.
Sorry you went through that, it's so sad to see something treating an animal that way. :hugs:
Thanks, I have reported it to the local authorities, not that they will do anything. I hope I see him again, maybe I can get a sneaky photo or something! So frustrating!
Hugs :( i dont think i would have been able to keep quiet.
Awww the poor dog!
Don't feel guilty, you weren't the one who hurt the dog. Gosh some people really need to evaluate why they want a pet in the first place.
Maybe call AC and see what they suggest?
I'm sorry you had to see that, how horrible :(
Don't feel guilty
Not to long ago I was headed home in my car with Hoby going through the city in a school zone. A young man with 2 children and 2 small Pekinese Dogs were standing on the side of the street. All 5 were totally out of control. I could see this a block down. Fearing a run away into the street be it child or dog. I slowed to a stop. Coming from the opposite direction was a large pick up truck with a creme colored Lab riding shot gun who also slowed to a stop. At that moment one of the Pekinese ran into and across the street. The young man chased the one dog while he let the other Pekinese run free! When he caught the one dog he whacked the stuffing out of it as the kids were screaming for him to stop. He then chased the other dog around to no avail. Traffic was backing up. The driver of the truck and myself could only shake our heads in disgust. Just then a police cruiser pulled up out of the traffic line and turned on his lights. Even though I was thinking of getting out of my car I stayed put. The officer who was very professional straightened the guy out and calmed the kids. At least for the moment. This all took place within a few minutes. I felt terrible for the dogs and the kids. As for Hoby and the Lab, cool as a cold beer in the summer time.
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Student sculpture exhibit
Student sculptures, from Weber State University's Department of Visual Arts, will be the featured during the month of March.
When • Today, 1-9 p.m., Monday through Saturday, March 4-9, 8 a.m.-9 p.m., Sunday, March 10, 1-9 p.m., Monday, March 11, 8 a.m.-9 p.m.
Where • WSU Shepherd Union Ballroom, 3848 Harrison Blvd., Ogden
Tickets • Free
Summit County Artscape Entries
Entries for the outdoor public art sculpture gallery "Summit County Artscape" are now being accepted. Deadline is April 30. Sponsored by Summit County and the City of Coalville
When • Monday through Friday, March 4-8, 9 a.m., Monday, March 11, 9 a.m.
Where • Summit County, 60 N. Main Street, Coalville
Details •s ummitcounty.org/publicart/artscape.php or call Lola Beatlebrox at 435-640-0682.
Palette to Palate: Art and Wine
Art and wine come together in this continuing education class where students learn about six pieces of modern and contemporary art and then explore wines with similar influences.
When • Wednesday, March 6, 7-9 p.m.
Where • Utah Museum of Fine Arts, 410 Campus Center Drive, Salt Lake City
Cost • $64; continue.utah.edu or 801-587-5433.
Sugar House Art Walk
The first Sugar House Art Walk of 2013 includes a reception for the White-themed group artist show.
When • Friday, March 8, 6-9 p.m.
Where • Local Colors, 1054 E. 2100 South, Salt Lake City
Tickets • Free; localcolorsart.com
Gallery tours
Twice a month, the Utah Museum of Contemporary Art offers curator-led tours through the main and street-level galleries.
When • Friday, March 8, 6 p.m.
Where • Utah Museum of Contemporary Art, 20 S. West Temple, Salt Lake City
Tickets • Free
Utah's Beehive Art Exhibit
The Utah Cultural Celebration Center presents its Utah's Beehive exhibit.
When • Thursday, March 7, 6-8 p.m., Monday, March 11, 9 a.m.-6 p.m.
Where • Utah Cultural Celebration Center, 1355 W. 3100 South , West Valley City
Tickets • Free; 801-965-5100 or culturalcelebration.org.
35 x 35 Exhibition
Enjoy the works of 35 Utah artists, 35 or younger in The Artists of Utah "35 x 35" exhibit. Sponsored by Salt Lake City Arts Council, or visit www.slcgov.com/arts.
When • artists' reception on March 8 from 6 to 8 p.m. Show continues through April 26
Where • Finch Lane Gallery at the Art Barn, 54 Finch Lane, Salt Lake City
Tickets • Free; slcgov.com/arts or 801-596-5000
Art and Whimsy
Joan Zone's new collection of whimsical paintings were inspired by nature and reflect her own quirky world view.
When • Monday, March 11, 10 a.m.-7 p.m. Continues through April 13.
Where • Main Library, 210 E. 400 South, Salt Lake City
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Contemporary Art
Every year, Los Angeles' renowned art schools inject talented graduates into a dynamic—and often affordable—marketplace. Look for interesting, upstart galleries grouped together in districts in Chinatown, Santa Monica's Bergamot Station (a defunct trolley station whose warehouses have been converted into galleries), the Mid-Wilshire area, Culver City, and Gallery Row in downtown L.A. www.galleryrow.org
Mexican Handicrafts
At the marketplace on Olvera Street, Mexicans make and sell hand-tooled leather belts and purses, homemade artwork, jewelry, and candy. Find these handicrafts and more at the center of the El Pueblo Historical Monument; tel. 1 213 485 8437.
Handcrafted Guitars
Built by expert luthiers, custom-designed acoustic and electric guitars are sold throughout the area. Musicians like Peter Frampton, Bonnie Raitt, Steve Miller, and more have bought electrics from craftsman Bill Asher's Asher Guitars & Lap Steels; tel. 1 877 466 9524; www.asherguitars.com. Buy a uniquely authentic acoustic or glossy arch top from Tad Brown's Brown Guitars; tel. 1 949 463 2270. http://www.theguitarshoppe.com/
Hand-shaped by local surf aficionados like Jeffrey Jay Smith, owner of Midget Smith Surfboards (http://midgetsmithsurf.com/), these boards are one-of-a-kind and custom-created for each wave rider; tel. 1 949 361 1301.
Fess Parker Wine
Famous for his TV roles as Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone in the mid-1950s, Hollywood's Fess Parker owns and operates a winery with his family in the Santa Ynez Valley just north of L.A. Varietals include his popular Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, and Syrah. 6200 Foxen Canyon Rd., Los Olivos; tel. 1 805 688 1545; www.fessparker.com
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We hope everyone had a happy Fourth of July and enjoyed the holiday weekend! This week on the blog, we're talking summer wedding food! We've broken down the menu and rounded up some of our favorite seasonal fare for each category. Let's start off with some delicious summer wedding appetizers!
Shrimp Cocktail – we love the idea of serving shrimp in chilled shot glasses with a bit of cocktail sauce!
Summer Salad – mix seasonal fruits like peaches, plums, melons and berries with fresh greens for a light, tasty starter.
Oysters – fresh raw oysters chilled over ice make a perfect seaside wedding hors d'oeuvre.
Sliders – hold guests over with bite-sized versions of this summertime classic.
What hors d'oeuvres are you serving at your summer wedding? Let us know in the comments!


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This handsome Peacock Folk Art Wooden Puzzle depicts the 1989 painting Peacock with Locusts by Hungarian artist Tamas Galambos. As you assemble its 563 one-of-a-shape pieces—including dozens of whimsical characters, animals and geometric shapes—you will enjoy the artist's rich palette and exotic, folk art style. Crafted of quarter-inch maple veneer plywood and the finest archival ink and paper. Made in the U.S.A. Completed puzzle, 14.75" x 14.75".
Museum Provenance
In 1904 Charles Lang Freer acquired a London shipping magnate's dining room (painted by James McNeill Whistler in rich peacock hues overlain with golden peacock designs) and moved it to his Detroit mansion. There he filled the shelves with the ceramics he had collected from Egypt and Asia. Painstakingly restored to its 1908 appearance (including ceramics), it is now on display at the Freer Gallery of Art's exhibit, The Peacock Room Comes to America. Our selection of this elegant, peacock-themed piece was inspired by this beautiful room.
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A canola field on Mountaindale Road. (Photo No. washDA0094)
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