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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171837.post4536223477765402651..comments2014-04-11T20:22:34.896+02:00Comments on tijerita y plasticola: Sweet flowmoonandlionhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171837.post-44084230736305281622010-10-05T17:03:40.525+02:002010-10-05T17:03:40.525+02:00Hi Moon, I love the changes too! and let me give a...Hi Moon, I love the changes too! and let me give a full wishes for your upcoming birthday!! Have a great one! Ole!.
Well I must said that we like Daniel laporte inspiration and writing :D ..really love her style.
Cool post BTW

Have a great day!

GGGuiselahttps://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171837.post-50643863601800860252010-10-05T11:29:20.519+02:002010-10-05T11:29:20.519+02:00Yes, I think there comes a time when a 'sweet ...Yes, I think there comes a time when a 'sweet flow' is better than a 'raging torrent'!thetialyshttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171837.post-38291441437749152832010-10-04T20:14:58.055+02:002010-10-04T20:14:58.055+02:00I love the changes and yes you do so much more tha...I love the changes and yes you do so much more than paper goods. I like six words maybe not as powerful to you as seven but six brings balance to life and we could all use some balance.uniquenique01https://email@example.com


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I found this on Ebay a few months ago. Someone didn't read very closely while posting their auction:
I went to Sydney with Dalim and Anjel yesterday and accidentally touched David Devereux's new novel. Yes, you did read that correctly: the Double D has written a novel. It's okay, though -- I wiped my hands off on Dalim's shirt.
I did manage to read the back of the book, and it looks like...yes, indeed, it looks like it's the adventures of Mary Sue in the Occult world. I wait with bated breath to get my hands on a copy I don't have to pay for in order to review it.

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Senior finance women take major non-executive roles
Deena Mattar and Helen Weir take senior positions with Invensys and SABMiller respectively
Deena Mattar and Helen Weir take senior positions with Invensys and SABMiller respectively
Two of the UK's most senior female finance professionals have taken large corporate non-executive roles.
Former Kier group FD Deena Mattar has joined Invensys as a non-exec.
Mattar served as FD at Kier until 2010, having joined the business in 1998 as FD of Kier National. She left three months after her husband, chief executive John Dodds.
"Her strong financial skills and experience with long-term contracting businesses will bring an added dimension to the deliberations of the board and the audit committee," said Sir Nigel Rudd, chairman of Invensys.
Meanwhile, Helen Weir (pictured), group executive director (retail) at Lloyds Banking Group until May this year, has joined SABMiller as a non-executive.
Weir joined Lloyds in 2004 as group finance director, taking over responsibility for the retail bank in 2008.
She previously held a series of major corporate FD roles. Between 2000 and 2004, Weir served as group FD of Kingfisher and before that as FD of B&Q.
CIMA-qualified Weir is a previous member of the Accounting Standards Board and has held non-exec posts at the Royal Mail and City of London Investment Trust.
Also joining SABMiller as a non-exec is senior company executive and solicitor Lesley Knox.
"Their appointments reflect our continued commitment to the process of progressive renewal of the board and to the benefits of diversity of background, gender and experience at board level," said SABMiller chairman Meyer Kahn.
"With these appointments, one-third of our independent non-executive directors will be women and we will be well positioned in terms of the future balance of the board."
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Apologies that I have kept my Facebook page updated this week but haven't managed to keep all the balls in the air after returning from my annual quilling expedition which will be updated on my sister blog (http://jillsquills.blogspot.co.uk) in the next day or so.
I have made a card with 2 more of the owls from last time though:
The branches and baubles are also in the Cozy Critters hostess set.
I've stamped the owls in Tip Top Taupe on matching card (maybe a little dark but got to try these things!), punched them out and stamped and cut out their eyes separately with Early Espresso ink.
The scarves are Real Red and Pool Party.
The background is overstamped in Soft Sky with a stamp from the Christmas Pines set which is also where the sentiment came from.


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Steam Locomotive No. 844 is the last steam locomotive built for Union Pacific Railroad.
It was delivered in 1944. A high-speed passenger engine, it pulled such widely known trains as the
Overland Limited, Los Angeles Limited, Portland Rose and Challenger.
When diesels took over all passenger train duties, No. 844 was placed in freight service in Nebraska
from 1957 to 1959. It was saved from being scrapped in 1960, and held for special service.
The engine has run hundreds of thousands of miles as Union Pacific's ambassador of goodwill. It has
made appearances at Expo '74 in Spokane, the 1981 opening of the California State Railroad Museum in Sacramento, the 1984 World's Fair in New Orleans and the 50th Anniversary Celebration of Los Angeles Union Station in 1989.
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Steam Locomotive Heading to St. LouisMarch 28, 2011
Omaha, Neb., March 25, 2011 – Union Pacific Railroad's steam team has established the overnight and display locations for The Little Rock Express as part of Union Pacific's Great Excursion Adventure - You Route the Steam contest. More than 175,000 votes were cast for four different routes, with the Little Rock Express defeating the Tuscola Turn, Baton Rouge Rambler and Boise Express.
Also, Union Pacific's legendary steam locomotive No. 844 will be pulling The Little Rock Express Tour instead of the previously announced steam locomotive No. 3985. The decision to switch the locomotives was made since No. 3985 was in Missouri last fall pulling the Missouri River Eagle to help Sedalia, Mo., celebrate the community's Sesquicentennial.
No. 844 will depart Cheyenne, its home base, May 27 making overnight stops in:
- North Platte, Neb.;
- Marysville and Coffeyville, Kan.;
- Kansas City, Jefferson City, St. Louis, Cape Girardeau, Mo.;
- Bald Knob, North Little Rock and Van Buren, Ark.; and
- Omaha, Neb.
- Kansas City, Jefferson City, St. Louis, Cape Girardeau, Mo.;
- Bald Knob and North Little Rock, Ark.; and
- Omaha, Neb.
A detailed Little Rock Express Tour schedule that will include the dates, times and location the tour will be in various cities, along with cities where the Little Rock Express will make whistle stops, will be available April 27.
Contest participants who voted for the Little Rock Express will be entered into a drawing for the opportunity to ride a brief segment of the tour. As stated in the contest rules, no tickets will be sold and general public train rides will not be available as part of the tour.
Fans can keep up with the latest Little Rock Express information via Facebook at www.facebook.com/unionpacific or Twitter at www.twitter.com/unionpacific.
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Alas, Gerald Flurry's PCG shows no sign of putting a stop to this madness.
PCG has released an article by Ron Fraser, What Mental Illness is Not, condemning mental health medication as a money making fraud of Germanic origin.
In this disgusting article Ron Fraser exploits legitimate concerns about the new edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders in order to claim that mental science is a money making fraud.
I have heard about the controversy about this new edition of that book. People are worried that some definitions may be wrong and that it seeks to categorize too much.
But that is not what Ron Fraser says. He instead misleads his readers by pretending that this controversy "proves" that mental health science is a money making fraud. That is deception. He is terribly misleading his readers.
He claims that mental illness is made up by doctors and psychologists to make money. (Is he projecting?)
Below I have highlighted some of the buzzwords he uses to show just how crazy this article actually is.
The whole field of human behaviorists was infected by an anti-God, evolutionary rationale.It does not get any better in this article.
Ungodly and evolutionary to the core, the pseudo-science of psychology—following a century and more of foisting its trickery off on to a gullible public seeking basic answers to the most fundamental of human questions—stands largely revealed as a fraud.
Nevertheless we continue to slice people's craniums open to determine, for instance, how the operation of the left side of the brain varies from that of the right, and to experiment with brain surgery in hugely risky operations in which man was never designed to be engaged.Is he saying we should never try to understand how the human mind works?
The problem is that, though having become the global standard for the description of mental illness and, as the Economist claims, being regarded by professional psychologists as "holy writ," the book [Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders] remains a tremendously flawed attempt to describe, categorize and diagnose treatment for a whole pile of "illnesses" created by the human behaviorist professions.This is conspiracy theory madness!
Of course adhd has been an identifiable childhood "illness" for decades. When I was a child, the school teacher quite correctly identified such behavior as resulting from poor parenting.What chutzpah! Fraser easily dismisses all these scientists as frauds and charlatans and instead listen to his school teacher and himself. He insists he knows enough to know that ADHD does not exist but simply comes from bad parenting. He blames the parents.
He also blames Germans for creating mental health science.
Almost 40 years ago, when I began studying psychology as a student, I could not help but note that the main names attached to the establishment and growth of this field of study were Germanic... the early authors of various psychology textbooks had a uniquely Teutonic tone to their names and the culture from which they hailed. They largely hailed from the school of German rationalists. The same school that had sought to discount biblical revelation in favor of the false theory on which they attempted to found their own pseudo-science—the theory of evolution.He condemns the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders as "the psychologist's bible" and states that it is "regarded by professional psychologists as "holy writ,"".
(Is it not strange how he, a minister of a false religion, claims mental health science is like a religion? His demonization of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders strangely sounds like an Atheist condemning organized religion.)
Fraser thinks mental health science is simply a money making scam.
Meanwhile a lot of psychiatrists, psychologists, sociologists and pharmacists have been made rich by religiously following its dictums.What a sad world we live in.The article is filled with negative buzzwords to make PCG followers hate and become suspicious of mental health professionals. Here are some of them:
charlatan authorsWhat a sad state of affairs in PCG that they are ruled over by such ignorant men. How many people will die or suffer avoidable health setbacks because of this article is impossible to know.
pseudo-scientists [who] created a richly rewarding profession for themselves
we are more ignorant than ever about the way that the human brain—and more importantly the human mind—operates [because of them].
professional behaviorist's bag of tools
ignorance still breeds greater ignorance
so-called "experts" on human behavior
an admittedly false text, prescribing false "cures"
the false ways of a society hell-bent on its own destruction.
Ron Fraser is responsible for anyone who suffers or even die because of the astoundingly stupid and ignorant advice he gives here.


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An overall pretty nice day for the end of the work week. Only a small chance of rain for today with the better opportunity for I-75 and west. Highs will be in the upper 80s to around 90°.
We head into the weekend and moisture will be on the increase along with our next rain maker. This will allow us to see scattered showers and thunderstorms for both Saturday and Sunday. If you have any plans to be outdoors for events I'd have a back up plan just in case.
Come next week a heat bubble slides in for the start of the work week. This pumps our temperatures up in the 90s. Once the front moves through we are looking at very nice weather, feel and look, for our 4th of July.
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Title: seven days
Rating: R
Words: 3,628
Style: Fic
Summary: The cruel semantics of absolution.
seven days
[day 0]
"It must be done," is his final answer. The words coalesce in his mouth even as his mind is rushing through the process of formulating the thoughts that would give them meaning, and he feels them rise to his lips cold and heavy as chunks of water crystal.
Strangely enough, they are already ash when they leave his mouth.
Tsunade's face is pale, two identical furious red blotches on her cheeks, but her voice sounds as if it were encased in a soapy bubble.
"--if you are sure, dammit, I don't have to tell you again how risky it is to attempt an experimental procedure. There is no need--"
"There is a need," he counters. His mouth feels numb but his heart is, for once, quiet. Calm, he thinks, and smiles tiredly. "Information confidentiality, calculated liability, unacceptable risk… Conflicting interests. And those are just the terminologies I can pronounce. I'll leave the down and dirty up to your imagination."
"It must be done," he repeats, and a sense of strange peace fills his insides when he sees the tight line of the Hokage's jaw become stark and brittle.
- it is a white room with white walls white tiles white drawn curtains, but it is also the bright light right above his head (like shards of broken glass in his eyes that he can't blink out) and it bounces sharply off the edges of sterilized scalpel-blades. He smells anesthetics, and sees Tsunade's fingers catch on fire with the cold glow of her chakra, and it is enough to blind him and drag the second thoughts kicking and screaming from the stubborn recesses of his mind.
He's not turning back.
- and then it is over in a flash of white light, but he knows it's really just beginning.
Tsunade's caution: "Seven days."
The caution: "Do not leave Konoha. Stay indoors as much as possible, and don't talk to anyone if you can help it. Until the process is complete, it can be dangerous."
He has no idea what she means by that, until he gets home and the barrage of visual information hits like a vicious tidal wave. He passes out on his kitchen floor, mouth contorted in the shape of a name.
That afternoon.
The autumn sun cascading across his body. He drowns in golden light, a feeling like being so deeply, gloriously drunk you can't remember your own name.
And then Sasuke is standing above him, and everything is sun-gilded and blurry and Naruto thinks he's in love. He opens his mouth to say it, totally at ease, characteristically unthinking, but Sasuke puts a hand over his lips to stilt the inchoate words.
"You're distracted," Sasuke whispers, leaning down beside him, saronged in the white cotton sheet. He is a painting, an abstract, a marble statue coated in light. "Remember, the mission tomorrow. It's important."
"I know that," Naruto insists hotly. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It does," says Sasuke.
He has a feeling something might be slipping his mind, leaking through the cracks of his proverbial fingers like water, but he is sleepy and content and sun-drunk and he doesn't mind. Sasuke's palm is warm and heavy on his bare chest. "Will Sakura and Kakashi be coming with you?"
"No. Sakura has a broken leg and Kakashi's on a separate mission in Grass Country. It's Gai's team and me this time."
"Byakugan," Sasuke murmurs.
"What's that?"
"Nothing," Sasuke says, and bends his head to kiss Naruto, his dark eyes full of a strange, eternal sunlight.
It is an afternoon. It is unforgettable.
[day 1]
Naruto wakes because the jagged edge of a broken tile is cutting into his face. He wakes and winces at the morning light and spends whole stretches of time just sitting on the cold floor of his dirty kitchen, his back to the refrigerator. Its electric vibration hums through his skin into his spine steadily, like a dull, muted tremor.
He thinks that he remembers that mission, remembers so well the looks on Lee's and Neji's faces when they died, the ambush and every single horrible detail before, during, and after, the triumph of death, and already he can feel himself disintegrating, caving in upon himself, clutching into his guts a grief of untold magnitude, the unbearable consequence of a sleight of hand.
But he doesn't remember why.
Surprisingly, Naruto's most vivid memory about Sasuke doesn't directly involve Sasuke at all. He is sitting in the hospital bed where he was brought after they had taken him from Kakashi's arms. He has just woken up and still has a little trouble breathing (and will continue to for years to come) because a hole was put through his left lung just the day before. Sasuke's broken hitai-ate is clasped in his sweating hands, and what he remembers is hating Sasuke so much the weight of it just about knocks him over, but also, believing in him more than ever.
[day 2]
Now he finally understands the need for a seven-day quarantine.
Tsunade's work was masterful, but the aftereffects of the procedure wrack his body and render him useless for hours at a time. Sometimes there is nothing but blank empty stretches in which he just doesn't remember. His mind is a wiped slate and then he walks around in a daze and revels in the glorious peace of forgetfulness, an eternal sunshine.
It never lasts.
He'll be reading a scroll or taking a shower or dozing in the early hours of the morning, and then something will prickle and the flood will start. It is a flood, an absolute onslaught of memories, not one at a time but all at once, and then he is incapable of doing anything but curl up into a ball in bed and repeat Sasuke's name to himself over and over and over until his voice is hoarse and his jaws ache around the syllables. "Sa-su-ke." Breath. "Sa-su-ke." Breath.
But already he is getting everything mixed up. He can't remember whether it was Orochimaru who waylaid them in the Forest of Death, or maybe it was Uchiha Itachi and a shark with a mouthful of scaly swords. Did Sasuke save him from Haku, or was it the other way around? Itachi killed his family and turned Sasuke into an avenger, and then he turned into a snake with yellow eyes that turned Naruto to stone, only that doesn't seem right, does it?
It is in these moments that he can't help but wonder if this is truly the right thing to do. To wake up in an empty bed, sheets cool around his legs; stretch and pad to the kitchen for a drink to wash Sasuke's name from his lips and think, please god, let it be for good this time. But it must be done, he reminds himself. It must be done because he has important people to protect, and he can no longer allow a silver tongue to fish from his mind the secrets that will help protect them. It must be done so that from now on, whenever he steps onto the battlefield and sees that face, it will be nothing more than a face to him, a face wearing the branded mark of the enemy.
[day 3]
This morning he wakes up and there's an eagle scratching its claws against his window. It bears a letter that reads: URGENT. UCHIHA SASUKE CAPTURED. DEATH BY INJECTION TO BE CARRIED OUT ON THE 5TH.
It changes nothing. "The seventh day," he mumbles to himself, and pulls his blanket over his head to shield himself from the monochrome day, grey with an undefined sorrow, foggy with forgotten memory.
Sasuke never knocks. Sasuke never even uses the door. He just melts into Naruto's room through the doors and windows that are always shut and fastened, and Naruto never knows when this might happen. A lot of hotel rooms shared between them, but by then, they have gone far past pretending that these visits are anything but wholly expected. Desired, even.
Once, another afternoon, and there's rain. Sasuke steps into Naruto's bedroom with the usual absence of noise and he's dripping, rain running down his face and neck and leaving his dark shirt clinging. Naruto can see the lines of his bones.
He pulls the shirt off Sasuke's shoulders, puts his face into the wet hollow of his neck and breathes in deep. Sasuke kisses him then, his fingers indenting deep bruises on Naruto's hips as he coaxes his mouth open, and it's like the first time they've ever touched. Outside it's dark and wet and stormy, but in this room it's quiet like a secret world, something hushed about the afternoon rain and the fluttering hope that's keeping them afloat.
He loves Sasuke then, and every day before that, and every day after until Sasuke betrays him for the second (and last) time.
[day 4]
He's made it halfway through and decides to reward himself by venturing out for a hot meal. It's snowing, the world hurtling out of control and into a strange winter landscape, and the sky is crumbling in flakes around him. A cold, heatless winter sun peels itself out of the clouds. The sky is falling, and he feels fine.
He sees Kakashi on an empty street corner, and tries to walk past him inconspicuously. Out of what is probably pity, the older man allows him to walk on a few paces before calling him out on his act. When he speaks, his voice is as tired as his eye that Naruto doesn't dare meet.
"What good is this doing, Naruto?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbles, melting circles in the thin powdery snow with his foot. He's keeping his eyes open, one blink at a time, because he's afraid if he closes them the world will change again and he won't recognize it anymore.
Maybe it's better that way.
Kakashi says quietly, "Putting yourself through all this isn't going to change anything anymore. He's dying in three days."
In three days, he doesn't tell Kakashi, I won't remember his existence anymore. You don't stop loving someone because they die, he doesn't say. You stop loving when you forget, and that's what I'm going to do. Forget. He doesn't say that.
Instead, he says, "What's the point of telling me something I already know? Anyway, there's no reversing the process. What's done is done."
"Not," Kakashi counters, "if you go to see him now."
He turns as if to walk away. Something inside Naruto seizes, his pulse coming to a standstill. He narrows his eyes, and asks, "Have you?"
"Fuck you," Naruto yells, his voice so loud he thinks it should echo, but the sky is too wide. "What the hell would you have me do? I can't save him anymore, and it's stupid that it's taken me this long to realize that. At least this way I'll have some peace of mind."
Even the decaying sun seems to shy away from him, disgusted. He wants to run, tripping and scrabbling through the thickening snow, run to the end of the crumbling Earth.
Kakashi speaks then, his voice barely above a whisper, the muffled words carried to Naruto on the wind. "He's not gone, Naruto."
Not yet, he thinks, and closes his eyes as pieces of the sky spiral down.
[day 5]
The memories are ripping through him now in brutal torrents, rushing madly through the broken floodgates of his mind as though making up for lost time, and he doesn't even have the strength to pull himself out of bed.
Grass Country. Valley of End. Forest of Death. Wave Country. Too fast, too fast to hold on to, like a fast-forwarded film running backward, scenes being cut out by arbitrary hands, the frames jumping all over the place. Going, going, and then, gone. For good.
He's running a high fever, and when the bile comes rising to his throat it's all he can do to lean over the edge of the bed and vomit, the trip to the bathroom suddenly too long, miles upon miles of crumbling reality. But so it must be, he thinks, because Sasuke is a thousand things, beautiful things, terrible things, mundane things, broken things. He is thousand little moments, all burned into the tips of Naruto's fingers, inked into his skin, carved into his bones.
It burns to erase a tattoo, and so it must to erase a man. And this is just like that, Naruto thinks, the tattoo-memories of Sasuke being burned out of him, being ripped from his skin, and when it's done he will be clean. He will be empty. He will have peace.
And in the beginning, there is light.
It is a cool, breezy day in spring the first time he sees Sasuke, spying the dark head from across the sunbright courtyard of the Ninja Academy. It's his first day of school, and past-Naruto can't be more than six, seven years old at most.
Past-Sasuke's face is rounded and softened with puppy fat, the lines and sharp angles of later years lying dormant below the surface of his skin, and his eyes are wide and bright and wondering. It is still two years until the incident that will turn them dull and dark and dreadful.
And as Naruto watches him, ten people-lengths away, their eyes meet for a brief second, and the dark-grey of Sasuke's irises turn… inquisitive. Considering.
He suddenly has the desire to walk over to Sasuke, cross the distance between them and maybe put out his hand and say "Hi, what's your name?" and "Will you be my friend?" like one of those dolls that say the same things again and again that he's seen girls playing with on the playground. It's strange, that muted feeling, to be happy for the first time in ages. To be hopeful.
But then he sees people – adults – crowding around Sasuke and patting his head and smiling down at him and talking animatedly. Sasuke's eyes flit away then and Naruto has to lower his head and shove his hands quickly into the pockets of his frayed shorts, because at any moment now those happy looks will turn on to him and grow sour and hateful in a hair-split blink, and he has to scramble to put on the rough, prickly layer he's fashioned for himself before that happens.
Past-Naruto scowls and grits his teeth, and present-Naruto doesn't remember if he loved Sasuke then. But he doesn't even know if this is a real memory, and in a moment it's already gone and he'll never find out for sure.
[day 6]
It's the following day, when Naruto wakes up and feels normal and almost gets through the day, that Sakura barges into his apartment and greets him with a stinging slap.
"It must be done," he says, choking. They are the only words that will come. He repeats them like a mantra, and he can't make sense of them, but they are the only words that will fit through the hole his mouth is forming, the hole that used to be the shape of Sasuke's name.
Sakura glares at him, full of an anger she can't help, and says, quietly intense, "Why aren't you doing anything? He's—they're going to do it tomorrow. Why won't you go see him?"
He can feel her raw fury cut into him like a million blades. So he opens his mouth to explain again, to try and make her understand, except that doesn't happen and this comes out instead, "I don't remember him anymore."
Sakura freezes, and looks like she's the one who's been been gutted. He continues. "I don't remember what his scowl looked like. I don't remember his voice when he talked to us. I don't remember if his eyes are grey or black. But I do remember that I loved him. I can't forget that. I don't remember anything about him but I can't forget that I loved him. What am I supposed to do about that?"
She is silent for a moment, and he wants to apologize when her lips begin to tremble. He doesn't.
"Sometimes," Sakura begins, slowly, painfully, "events aren't in themselves important until you attach significance to them. Sometimes you choose your own emotions, and sometimes they come from within."
The sound of the television in the background is only so much white noise. Strands of Sakura's hair are matted to her temples, and he has a sudden desire to reach out and brush them away.
"It's his fault, you know," she says raggedly. "He left us, and you'd think we'd get over it eventually, but look at us. I'm going out of my mind and you're--"
"Forgetting," he puts in tiredly.
Sakura nods, solemnly, and he puts his arms around her and lets her bury her face into his neck when she begins to cry.
She sleeps in his bed that night, hunched crookedly on one side, the jutting sharpness of her bony shoulder digging into his arm, her face still pressed lightly to his body. He can feel her breath stirring his skin. Tears run in tracks down her cheeks in sleep, and they soak through the material of his nightshirt, hot, wet.
He lies there in darkness, sliding his palm up and down her shaking back and shushes gently into her hair when she mumbles and makes helpless noises in slumber. Eventually, when he's sure she's sound asleep, he carefully disentangles himself and moves to the open window.
He sits on the ledge, listening to the darkness outside, and smokes until his eyes water from it and pink morning lights begins to creep outward from the apex of the horizon.
[day 7]
The memories are nearly gone now, fading like the last vestiges of a passing dream, but traces of them are still there somewhere, hiding in shadowed corners. He waits for them, for a sign, for anything at all that'll make the slightest bit of difference. None comes, and he isn't surprised.
The day is no longer grey with an undefined sorrow, nor foggy with forgotten memory. The day is clear with understanding, sharp with determination, endless with possibility…
He can stay here, on this windowsill, and listen to the sound of his heart beating as the day drifts by.
He can go back to bed and pull Sakura into him and wait until she opens her eyes. They will stay there together, and have breakfast in bed, and talk about nothing at all.
He can go to the Hokage's office and beg her, on hands and knees, to lift the death sentence.
He can go to the jailhouse and find the one cold, lonely cell where a man lies crushed beneath the weight of his crimes. He will look at his face and relearn the lines and angles, and maybe reach his hand through the bars and say "Hi, what's your name?" and "Will you be my friend?" like he might have wanted to all those years ago.
But the thought passes out of his mind as soon as it arrives, and very slowly, as slowly as light comes on an overcast day, the eternal sunshine flushes through him, or maybe just the glorious memory of it, and he is absolved. He is free at last, a blank slate, as clean and unmarred as the endlessly repeated flood of morning light.
we've left our homes
for the dusty road
though it weighs us down to go
a/n: Written for the 'memories' challenge at sasunaru100. Inspired, rather obviously, by the excellent film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.


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Objective: To evaluate the effects of a mandibular advancement device on apneas and sleep in, mild, moderate and severe obstructive sleep apnea.
Design: Prospective study.
Subjects: Forty-four of 47 patients included.
Intervention: Individually adjusted mandibular advancement devices.
Measurements: Polysomnographic sleep recordings for 1 night without the device and 1 night with it, with a median of 1 day and no changes in weight, medication, or sleep position between the recordings.
Results: The device reduced the median apnea-hypopnea index from 11 (range, 7 to 19) to 5 (range, 0 to 17) (p<0.001) in 21 patients with mild sleep apnea, from 27 (range, 20 to 38) to 7 (range 1 to 19) (p<0.001) in 15 patients with moderate sleep apnea, and from 53 (range 44 to 66) to 14 (range, 2 to 32) (p=<0.05) in 8 patients with severe sleep apnea. The arousal index decreased and the sleep stage patterns improved in all severity groups. Twenty-eight of 44 patients were successfully treated with an obstructive apnea-hypopnea index of below 10 and a subjective reduction in snoring. Nine of 16 patients with treatment failure still reported a reduction in snoring. The success rate correlated inversely to the disease severity (r=-0.41; p<0.01).
Conclusions: A mandibular advancement device reduces apnea and improves sleep quality in patients with obstructive sleep apnea, especially in those with mild and moderate disease. A follow-up sleep recording during treatment is necessary because of the risk of silent obstructive apneas without subjective snoring with the device.
Background: Patients with sleep apnea have frequent apneas and hypopneas during sleep. Apneas can be either central or obstructive. The apnea-hypopnea index (AHI) is the mean number of apneas and hypopneas per hour of sleep.
Aims: 1) To evaluate the effect of a mandibular advancement device on obstructive apneas and sleep; 2) to evaluate the influence of body position on central apnea frequency; 3) to investigate whether obstructive or central apnea is related to mortality in patients with stroke; and 4) to investigate sleep and sleeping positions in women.
Methods: Subjects were investigated during whole-night sleep respiratory recordings, either polysomnography including continuous recordings of EEG, EOG, EMG, airflow, respiratory effort, ECG, pulse oximetry and body position, or simplified sleep apnea recordings without EEG, EOG and EMG.
Results: The frequency of obstructive apneas, hypopneas and arousals decreased and rapid eye movement (REM) sleep increased in patients with mild, moderate and severe sleep apnea during treatment with a mandibular advancement device.
Central apneas were more prevalent in the supine position compared with the non-supine position in patients with Cheyne-Stokes respiration. The mean ± SD central AHI was 41 ± 13 in the supine position and 26 ± 12 in the non-supine position, p<0.001.
Stroke patients with obstructive sleep apnea ran an increased risk of death during 10 ± 0.6 years of follow-up with an adjusted hazard ratio of 1.76 (95% CI 1.05-2.95) compared with controls, independent of hypertension, age, body mass index, gender, smoking, diabetes mellitus, atrial fibrillation, Mini-Mental State Examination and Barthel-ADL. Central apnea was not related to early death.
Total sleep time, sleep efficiency, rapid eye movement sleep, slow wave and time in the supine position decreased with age in women. Sleep quality in women was reduced with age, body mass index, obstructive sleep apnea, smoking, alcohol and hypertension.
Conclusions: Obstructive sleep apneas and arousals are reduced and REM sleep is increased using a mandibular advancement device in patients with mild, moderate and severe sleep apnea. The frequency of central apneas and hypopneas is increased in the supine position in patients with Cheyne-Stokes respiration. Stroke patients with obstructive sleep apnea run an increased risk of early death. Central sleep apnea was not related to early death among the present patients. Normal values for sleep stages and sleeping positions are presented in a population-based sample of women. Age, body mass index, obstructive sleep apnea, smoking, alcohol and hypertension reduce sleep quality in women.


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The BLOODWATCH Lemtrada Monitoring Service, a state of the art patient management system, has won global recognition for both its innovative approach to patient care and its use of automation in managing multiple sclerosis patients in Australia. Created by Australian start-up Medical Safety Systems (MSS), Bloodwatch supports patients and health care professionals by automating key aspects of risk management of Lemtrada.
Something is rotten in the workplace for front-line physicians. Physician burnout is reaching record rates, driven by burdensome systems that define the healthcare workplace. This issue is so significant that the opening presidential address at the American Academy of Neurology meeting in Boston last month focussed on physician burnout over and above all other challenges in the field.
Burnout describes a state of emotional exhaustion, combined with erosion of meaning and a sense of low personal accomplishment and control. The consequences are serious: poor work life balance, mental health issues and ultimately withdrawal from practice. Current estimates suggest that the prevalence of burnout among practising physicians in the United States is more than 50% (Shanafelt et al, JAMA March 2017).
RxMx Inc, the New York based affiliate of Australian-based innovation company Medical Safety Systems (MSS), today rolled out its flagship digital health product, RiskMx, in the US.
MSS was founded in 2012 by a team of four specialist physicians who recognized the need for automation in laboratory monitoring to enhance the safe delivery of complex medicines, while minimizing the burden on physicians and patients. Initially supporting a pilot study of only 10 subjects, MSS's digital platforms now support large multi-national patient populations with a range of chronic conditions.
Medical Safety Systems, an Australian-based innovation company specialized in digital health solutions, today announced the establishment of RxMx Inc., its US affiliate. RxMx provides integrated digital systems to enhance medicine safety for patients, physicians and the pharmaceutical industry.
RxMx provides the same services as its parent company within the US regulatory framework. Its platforms use automated technologies to bridge the gap between pharmaceuticals and real-world risk mitigation; to deliver enhanced, efficient patient support programs; and to manage integrated patient reported outcome studies. Each RxMx product is tailor-made to support unmet needs for individual drug therapies.
Patient-reported outcomes (PROs) critically inform physicians, pharmaceutical companies and health policy makers about disease, management practice and therapeutic choice. Now algorithms and smartphone technology can make these data available in real time, transforming the importance and value of PROs in both clinical practice and post-marketing Phase 4 clinical trials.
While access to services is often quoted as the major determinant of health outcomes, poor adherence to medicines and their associated monitoring requirements is a major obstacle impacting the delivery of quality medical care. More than half of the people living with chronic disease do not follow their treatment recommendations to the letter.


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Shooting on film might actually be fun
I'm the first person to scream in happiness about the erosion of actual film from the "filmmaking" process. As an editor, I had plenty of horrible times dealing with all the problems shooting on film and editing on computers (I'm looking at you keycode and telecine!). With high quality video those problems, while not gone, are infinitely more manageable.
But this $80 35mm film camera might make me rethink my stance. The LomoKino shoots on standard 35mm still camera film rolls – 144 frames at a time, shooting at 3-5 fps. Here's the website.
It's handcranked, and very very widescreen. That's how it fits so many frames per roll, because it's such a short image on the filmstrip.
After you shoot, you can play back on the (included in the $80) LomoKinoscope viewer. It's like a viewmaster in that you point it towards a light source and look through the viewer. How cool is that?
Here's a video of some stuff shot with it.
Teaser Trailer from Lomography on Vimeo.
Again, how cool is that?
November 6, 2011 at 9:06 pm
very cool…I have been doing a little experimenting with the 7D in burst mode…this video was my inspiration. Similar look just digital…I'm more partial to film though and the aspect ratio is nice.
check out about 54sec in the plane footage looks great.
The resolution makes the video super HD and vimeo doesn't do it justice. but Interesting stuff though.
November 6, 2011 at 9:21 pm
The anonymous post by…Will Scott to avoid confusion.


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Our neighbors down Highway 84 at Sudan watched their girls' basketball team, the Nettes, become the Class 1-A state basketball champs. The town was giddy with pride and joy over the team's accomplishment, as they should have been. But we traveled south last weekend to watch our grandson, Ben, play his last YMCA league game, and we were pretty darn proud, too. We have no idea if his team won or not; they don't keep score. But what fun!
They don't do much that comes under the heading of regulation play: the ball is slightly smaller; the goal is lower; boundary lines are pretty much overlooked; fouls are virtually non-existent; time is loosely kept by the ref checking his watch from time to time, and, as I mentioned, no one keeps score. Except all the grandparents. We're just sure Ben's team won. I mean, come on- he made most of his baskets.
Ben is number 15. His teammates are six and seven year-olds, and they played eight games together. The high point of his season was when he made six baskets in one game.
They all had fun; they all got to play. They each even received a medal at the end of the game. It may not have been the state championship, but it was to them.
Just wait 'till next year!


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B-Day Post and CJ scorePosted by Amber Barth at 4:10 PM
Well, I haven't posted for a while, have I? Unfortunately life has kept me busy. I wouldn't be posting now save for the fact that I pulled a muscle balling yarn last night and It hurts to do much of anything. Pathetic, isn't it? And on my birthday.
Well, on the other things. I received my score for the RomanticJunkies.com contest (contestjunkies.com). I didn't finale, but I wasn't expecting to. My score was 7.5/10. Not bad. It was much better than I expected, thought I only received 3 'reviews'. Thank you everyone who checked it out and voted honestly. I really do appreciate it.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do today. The family went bowling and miniture golfing this weekend so we got all our excitement out of our systems. It was fun, though.
Well, I better got back to writing. Only one and a half months left untill NaNoWriMo!
Happy Writing,


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As much as you want to acknowledge the Nollywood stars who have maintained a constant appearance and great contribution to the industry in 2017, it will interest you to know that some other acts have been somewhat off the scene through the year 2017. For reasons best known to them, these acts have not given much to public appearance let alone feature in some productions in the year 2017.
Elvis chucks, who shifted base to South Africa some time ago has been off the scene in the year 2017. The nollywood actor who in the early days of his career starred in several sitcoms, soap operas and block buster movies has been off the spotlight in the year 2017. Asides his AMVCA award for the best South African movie of the year,the actor has not in any way created any buzz in Nollywood this year
Another Nollywood act who has not maintained much presence in the industry this year is Yemi Shodimu. The Nollywood veteran and on air personality has remained in the background in the industry this year, mentoring the youngsters and giving opportunities for new talents to flourish the Nigerian movie industry.
Clem Ohameze is also one of the few stars that have maintained a lowkey profile in 2017. The Nollywod star whose past jobs has carved out a niche for him in the industry did not do much to gain the spotlight in the year 2017.
Saint obi as well has been out of action in the year 2017. The old time emotional actor has been off the scene and has focused more on business for the past few years, he has however made few appearances at public functions during the year.
Star actor in waptv series "this life" and "odd world", Sola Fosudo has also maintained a fairly constant presence in the Nigerian movie industry this year. Fosudo best known for his very effective facial expression in movies has not given much of "facetime" to the industry this year, he however remains one of the fore runners of the industry.


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On a senti note...
i guess it is. the very idea that u r alone n all the people u care are far away....
yes. u can miss miss them
Labels: Feelings
My life, just a part of it....but very imp....just an effort to preserve memories which would otherwise be lost in the maze of life.....an effort to remember people who matter the most to me...people who make n impact on me.....an account of what is most imp for me....my life n what n who makes it beautiful (n sad :o) )
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When my dad was in 8th or 9th standard, he was gifted a book on the universe or maybe the moon by my jetha (his elder brother). He read that book and liked it a lot.
Then a year or so later, there was this essay competetion on again some celestial subject. My dad wrote an essay and got the consolation prize. The money was 50 rs, which was a pretty big amount at that time. All this was thru mail (not e-mail the true mail)
The organizers, in the award letter, asked dad to answer another question as to what was it that he wanted to do when he grew up.
My dad, till then, wanted to be a teacher. Why? Coz in his village he had seen the teacher living a peaceful life and respected by all. But then when he sat down to write the essay, one of his cousins or friends advised him against writing this, since it sounded too trivial.
So Papa thought for a long time. During those days, some hydel power project was going on in assam n was in news. So he wrote that he wanted to be an electrical engineer. To improve the power infrastructure of assam etc etc (gyan like we write in forms)
N that is when he actually decided to become an electrical engineer.
Why I am writing this? My dad told me many of his childhood stories about a year or 2 back. And he mentioned this one again a few days back. And I really love this one. It has a motivating factor along with the innocence of a child in a village.
Really nice.
Labels: A note with a smile
Just imagining the look on mama's face makes me break into a giggle :o)
Labels: A note with a smile
Time: 0300 hours, in the middle of my holidays
Venue: The large bedroom in our house
Occupants: Me, me n myself (papa had gone to numaligarh, hence ma and bro were sleeping the other room because my incessant tv watching n comp game playing is a big deterrant to sleep :o))
Mission: To smoke for the first time at home (not out of adventure but out of desperation)
Weapons: Wills Navy Cut, Matchbox, Room freshener, Mortein Mosquito coil, Polo
Place of execution of mission: The bathroom
Nuisance: Mosquitoes
- Switch off light of bedroom so that if by chance Ma comes this way, she thinks I am asleep n so goes back.
- Get a polo from the fridge. Have it. This is to avoid any traces of cig smoke in the breath when I wake up in the morning.
- Go to the bathroom. Spray some freshener.
- Light the cig. Drop the match in the toilet.
- Switch off the light immediately.
- Open the window.
- Smoke in peace, watching the dark outside and lighted end of the cig the only light
- Make sure to exhaust as much of the smoke as possible outside the window
- After finishing the smoke, drop the cig in the toilet. One can always drop it outside and blame the kirayedaar staying upstairs of smoking, but then why take a chance
- Spray some more room freshener
- Flush the toilet.
- Open the window so that the cig smell escapes (smokers would know that cig smell tends to stick in closed rooms for long long long durations)
- Get out of the bathroom and close the door (this is to avoid being slaughtered by mosquitoes)
Mission accomplished.
And if u people are thinking wat was the mosquito coil for, well it was an alibi. It was kept in the bedroom while I was in the bathroom smoking. So if any smell does reach the other room, it would be the smell of the coil.
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Labels: My 2 cents
Why is it that even today in India most girls have to fight for their independence and for the right to take their own decisions and live their lives the way they want to?
But then things are changing. Hope the winds of change blow faster and every girl asserting her independence is successful.
Be it in choosing the partner of her choice, maybe from a different region, a different religion, a different language.
Be it in choosing the decision to take life as it comes and not be coerced by family or by society to go against her wishes
Be it any goddamn thing, let there be actual equality of the sexes.
And when that happens, I would be happy, not only coz I believe that both the sexes are equal, but on a ligher note, also because I wont have to relinquish my seat in a bus, just because its reserved for ladies (coz if there is equality there cant be reservation right :o))
Labels: Thoughts
When I was at home, I got pretty bored. There wasn't much to do, especially because I was on bed rest for a long time.
Neway, Ma was busy preparing all the best pakwaans for me.
Everytime before going home, I think that this time I will be the good son and talk for long periods with Ma. But then everytime the absence of anything to do and hence the over watching to TV and playing Age of empires takes priority.
About Ma, she is the most loving mom on this earth. She bears the tantrums of not only my brother and myself, but also Papa's :o)
She does most of the housework and even manages our small medicine shop. She makes sure everyone takes all the medicines on time, everyone gets what he wants for dinner. Whenever we go out for shopping, she would put her plans on the backdrop and first search for what I want.
Everytime I leave from home to come to college, Ma invariably cries…I never cry, but then when Ma cries, that is one time I feel like I should stay in Assam.
I could go on n on n on. But then wht I am trying to say out here is
Ma, I love u.
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Product features have improved in the telemetry zone in WebSphere Message Broker and WebSphere MQ products. WebSphere Message Broker Version 6 provides a SCADA node but WebSphere Message Broker Version 7 doesn't. The new telemetry enhancement in the WebSphere MQ can now be used instead for telemetry features. The enhanced version of the MQTT 3.1 protocol is now published in the DeveloperWorks . The migration is explained in detail here in the information center.
In this blog post let's look some changes that would be needed on the WebSphere Message Broker and WebSphere MQ for this migration. A brief about the application I have: Let's say that the MQTT enabled devices or some endpoints are sending the temperature, humidity and luminosity readings to 3 different topics as MQTT messages. This data needs to be further processed in the WebSphere Message Broker.
In this example that I tried out, I used a JMSInput node, the other alternative is to use a MQInput node. Once you add the node to the flow, configure the connection factory and the JNDI properties. These can be created in the WebSphere MQ explorer under JMS Administered Objects -> JNDI Bindings -> Connection Factory. The connection factory can be created with a binding mode for improved performance.
Now setup the WebSphere MQ Telemetry channel and service using the steps provided in this document. After this is setup the devices can publish messages MQ's publish subscribe engine. Note that the WebSphere Message Broker's pub/sub engine that was getting used while using the SCADA node is not used now. For the message broker flows, only messages published on some topics might be required and not all messages that get published on different topics. So its good to subscribe to only those topics from the JMSInput Node of message broker. Let's say messages published to "zigbee/temp/+" from the devices are only required by the message broker flow. Then under the "JMS Administered objects" section in the WebSphere MQ Explorer, the destinations can be created with name "TEMP.TOPIC" and topic string "zigbee/temp/+". This implies that the JMSInput node of the WebSphere Message Broker only receives messages from this topic. This will simplify the message flow on the message broker to a large extent.
On the JMSInput node we need to provide a connection factory and a subscription topic from which the messages need to be received. The subscription topic in this case would be "TEMP.TOPIC" and the connection factory would be "cf".
Now let's look at the message format the message flow needs to handle. Previously, SCADA node used to provide a BLOB message. Now if the JMS input node is used, a JMS bytes messages will be received. If a compute node (ESQL) is used after the JMSInput node, the topic can be parsed using "InputRoot.JMSTransport.Transport_Folders.Header_Values.JMSDestination" and the message data can be parsed using "CAST(InputRoot.BLOB.BLOB AS CHAR CCSID 1208)" .
When the message flow is deployed the subscriptions will be automatically created and can be found in "Subscriptions" folder in the WebSphere MQ Explorer. A JMSOutput node can be used to publish the messages to the topics in MQ from WMB, so that an MQTT Clients can receive those messages subscribing to the topics.
Migrating from SCADA nodes of WMB to WebSphere MQ Telemetry makes the integration a lot simpler.
MQdev Blog - moving to Messaging on Developerworks!
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Essay 1: The Catholic Church—Midwife and Nursemaid to Science
SECTION 1: Prologue: the Greek World
SECTION 2: St. Augustine, a Theologian for our Times
SECTION 3: The Medieval Church, Midwife and Nursemaid to Science
SECTION 4: Science "versus" the Church?
SECTION 5: Science Background—The Physics of Motion
Essay 2: Ways of Knowing; The Limits of Science
SECTION 1: Faith and Revelation
SECTION 2: Rational Inquiry
SECTION 3: How Science Works
SECTION 4: What Science Can't Tell Us
SECTION 5: Science Background—The Science of Energy: Thermodynamics and its Laws, a Historical Perspective
Essay 3: Cosmology and Creatio ex Nihilo
SECTION 1: Creatio ex Nihilo—Theology
SECTION 2: In the Beginning—Cosmology
SECTION 3: Intersections—Theology and Cosmology
SECTION 4: Science Background—Elements of Astronomy and Relativity
Essay 4: The Anthropic Principle—Are We Special?
SECTION 1: The Anthropic Principle and its Cousins
SECTION 2: Evidence from Physics
SECTION 3: Evidence from Chemistry and Planetary Science
SECTION 4: Evidence from Molecular Biology
SECTION 5: The Anthropic Principle: Evidence for "Intelligent Design"?
SECTION 6: Science Background: Elements of Chemistry and Molecular Biology; Probability
Essay 5: Evolution
SECTION 1: What is Catholic Teaching on Evolution?
SECTION 2: How Did life begin?
SECTION 3: Evolution, Theories and facts
SECTION 4: Science Background–Elements of Geology, Anthropology
Essay 6: Can a Computer Have a Soul?
SECTION 1: Catholic Teaching about the Soul
SECTION 2: What Philosophers Say about the Soul
SECTION 3: Science Fiction Stories about Computer Souls
SECTION 4: Science Background: Elements of Neuroscience
Essay 7: Miracles
SECTION 1: What is a Miracle?
SECTION 2: Examples of Miracles
SECTION 3: How the Church Judges Miracles
SECTION 4: Can a Scientist Believe in Miracles?


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02-28-1958 Pat, Lynda McEwan & Karen McCausland sing for Utah Lake Lions Club
Utah Lake Lions See Film on Navy Warrant Officer Bill F. Cowan and Boatswain's Mate Charles W. Holmes of the U. S. Navy Re cruiting Provo Office showe< films of the USS Forrestal to members of the Utah Lake Lions Club Wednesday evening at a local cafe. The film showed *he construe tion period of the 60,000 ton air craft carrier, one of the three largest in the U. S. It has 200,000 horsepower, and can go more than 40 knots an hour and ha been in service since 1955. President Ralph Simpson was in charge of the meeting 'and Theodore Turley directed 1 program. J. W. Wernz was initiated initiated a new member. A trio from Provo High School, Patricia Me Ewan, Lynda McEwan and Karen McCausland, sang.


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Junior Chamber International (JCI) is a non-profit international non-governmental organization of young people between 18 and 40 years old. Activities in the organization are based, more or less, on active citizenship. I wrote this article sometime back and I thought to share.
…So they went on. The two young people who liked to think themselves active citizens. The two Jaycees*. As they walked on they talked about the world and all they wanted to change about it. They talked about their Local Organization's just concluded Waste Bin Project. One of them decided to stop and get a sachet water. It had after all been a very hot day and the walk back to the hostel seemed to be getting longer. He got a sachet for his friend too. Between gulps of the water and walking back home, they continued their conversation about the change they would bring. They both finished drinking at the same time and discarded the wraps by the roadside. What lofty dreams these young active citizen had! What beautiful goals they spoke about! Only they forgot that Active Citizenship is not limited to huge projects and that it starts from the smallest of things as disposing waste properly.
One phrase is synonymous to Junior Chamber International- Active Citizenship. Right from the second you pick up the form to join the organization to the days (or years that follow) the concept of active citizenship keeps coming up. From the vision to the creed down to our actions, we are faced everyday as a Jaycee with the endless possibilities of the things we can do by taking a stand and not just sitting around waiting for the change to happen.
The concept of active citizenship is not far-fetched. There is no standard definition or model for an active citizen. The term is used to refer to people or rather citizens who become actively involved in tackling problems facing the community or bringing about change. Active citizens take action in order to improve their community to make a difference. It is a philosophy that advocates that citizens have certain roles and responsibilities to society and environment although they do not have specific governing roles.
Many a time we complain about things going wrong in our society. From the smallest thing as the untidy state of our environment to bigger things like leadership of the community. Over time, we have developed the 'Siddon-look' attitude (waiting for things to change all by itself). It is believed that the government should do any and everything and that they have little responsibilities to the community. This, however, is a wrong notion. The growth or downfall of your community rests on your shoulders as a member of that community. While it is true the government has a huge part to play, your responsibilities to that community is limitless.
From disposing waste properly (no matter how silly it sounds, yes you owe your environment that much and yes, it is a part of being active), to organising small empowerment training sessions for those 'Area Aburos' to deciding to vote during elections because you feel your vote counts for something (not because some persons decide to distribute odourless fufu or branded rice/bread or "poundless iyan"), these things go a long way in building the community.
I like to use this analogy I picked up somewhere a lot. So here goes…Picture a dark neighbourhood with ditches at almost every turn. For every one that passes through that route without light, there is a possibility of falling into one of the ditches. Now picture one "good Samaritan" who decides to put on a light bulb just in front of his house. That one bulb lights up a little part of this area and He probably would succeed in saving one person from that one ditch in the illuminated area. Now imagine every single person puts on the light bulb in front of his house. The actions of these individuals have transformed that dark neighbourhood into a lit one. Those good Samaritans are active citizens who have made an impact small as it seems.
This illustration can be related to our every community. Your actions as a Jaycee should be to favour your community. Think of ways your community can benefit from your existence. Incorporate the values of the organization into every area of your life. The world cannot be better if we decide to wait for the other person to do something. The fate of your community rests on your shoulders. Be that Active Citizen and do something about that problem you see.
*Members of Junior Chamber International are called Jaycees.
Just in case you want to learn more about JCI, here is a link. You could also do well to search for Junior Chamber on google.


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From Science Daily:
A tool developed by researchers from UPM allows us to assess usability during the design and testing process of accessible ICT-based applications.
Researchers from Universidad Politécnica de Madrid (UPM), led by María Fernanda Cabrera-Umpiérrez, have developed a set of parametric cognitive virtual models of users with disabilities that can be used to simulate the user interaction with Information and communications technology (ICT) applications. This simulation will allow researchers to develop more efficient and accessible ICT applications for people with functional limitations and disabilities.
Despite the speedy evolution of ICTs and the growing recognition of the importance of the concept of universal design in all domains of daily living, mainstream ICT-based product designers and developers still work without any truly structured tools, guidance or support to effectively adapt their products and services to users' real needs. In an attempt to improve this situation, researchers from Life Supporting Technologies group (LifeSTech) have carried out a research within the framework of VERITAS European project.
Firstly, researchers identified the main cognitive functions and their corresponding parameters that are relevant to each type of cognitive impairment of interest (Alzheimer's disease patients, Parkinson's disease patients, and people with visual, hearing and speech impairments).
Secondly, this data was classified by using ACT-R cognitive architecture which interrelates how people perform tasks with the parameters that define their cognitive functions. Additionally, specific needs of end users and recommendations, such as guidelines and parameters that support the developer decisions during the design process, were included in the models.
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How I wished that I had been on Black hole marsh this morning instead of Coronation corner when I saw this beautiful red kite just gliding across the Tower hide. After a minor panic with an unco-operative lens I did manage a couple of pictures as it turned and headed north up the estuary. What a wonderful sight - I so wish we had more.
I then wandered down to Seaton marshes where there were 4 wheatears and a pair of whimbrel on the main scrape. Although a long way away the light was perfect so the photos came out pretty well considering the distance.
A couple of in flight shots as they flew over me calling as I walked back down the path
And finally I think this robin was being a bit ambitious as despite all it was carrying it was still trying to collect more!


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On the way to work this morning, while I was talking about shoes, my true-love-Poppy came up with a challenge.
Here it is...I am to photograph each pair of my babies and send her the photo. She then catelogs each photo. I then have to wear each and everyone one of them once and send her a picture of them on my feets. I can only wear one pair per day. This doesn't apply to athletic (cleats and bike shoes) or slippers. I am allowed to give any neglected children up for adoption before the games begin. Mi-Poppy will check off each pair that I wear from her catelog. Once I complete this challenge, I'll get my Archi-Hikers, size 7 in Spice! Of course, I'll be taking you with me on this daily shoe odyssey. I don't want you to miss a minute! I will also tell you the story behind each and every one of my children.
As for giving up any of my babies for adoption, I have one pair in mind but really, it's like cutting off one of my arms. I don't think I can do it.
So let's begin with day one of The First Annual 2011 Imelda Dallmann's Archie-Hiker Shoe Challenge:
As you might guess, Depression-Era-Poppy just loves going to the thrift store. One day we were in the Mission and stopped into one of Thrift-Shoppy-Poppy's favorites. She was looking at the shoes and spotted these:
Wouldn't you know, they fit Imelda's foot perfect! So, for $8.00, they were given a new home. There is no name on these boots, but there are some initials. So I looked them up and it would appear that they are basic industrial work shoe. The are ANSI certified protective footwear. They have steel toes and if I happen to walk into an electrically-charged puddle of water, I won't get electrocuted. How cool is that?!
All I can say is Imelda Dallmann is on cloud 9.
Let's move on to last night's dinner. Since we're doing the meatetarian diet, last night was steak and salad. South-American-Poppy wanted a chimichurri sauce for her steak so we made one and was it NOM!
It's basically an Argentinian pesto. This is the parsley, garlic and oregano.
This is the finished product:
This is what you put that chimichurri on:
Now, I don't want you to think that I ate all that steak. Fatass and LuvBacon, begged us but we said "No!" We each only ate half and will have the other half tonight.
Here's the recipe. It's courtesy of SimpleRecipes.com:
Chimichurri Recipe
1 cup firmly packed fresh flat-leaf parsley, trimmed of thick stems
3-4 garlic cloves
2 Tbsps fresh oregano leaves (can sub 2 teaspoons dried oregano)
1/2 cup olive oil
2 Tbsp red or white wine vinegar
1 teaspoon sea salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes
1 Finely chop the parsley, fresh oregano, and garlic (or process in a food processor several pulses). Place in a small bowl.
2 Stir in the olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. Adjust seasonings.
Serve immediately or refrigerate. If chilled, return to room temperature before serving. Can keep for a day or two.
Fatass and LuvBacon are still waiting for the pounds to start dripping off. Everyday, Fatass wakes up hoping to be a sin Fwench woman, but so far, she's not. There's always tomorrow tomorrow!
Let's move on. I'm thinking of starting a new series called "Kecky's Kurb Art". This is my first submission. I call him Scary Santa:
Yeah, I know, pretty sick and twisted but we live in a pretty sick and twisted world.
Have a great day!


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Lesbian submission stories
A new start. The love story of a sub pt2
You will accept to obey me and be my willing slave slut, and then you will earn the collar, the training and the punishments you deserve; or you will be free as you were until yesterday to live your pitiful life, and I will leave this house and won't return, I will not even acknowledge your presence if we meet somewhere. "This slut will accept the collar and deserves the punishment that my Mistress thinks will be suitable for such a pitiful unworthy slut. She was ordered not to touch and not to cum and obeyed Mistress" I told her "she is uneasy because the slut's pussy is dripping down her legs and she craves release.
Her Epiphany
I was especially intrigued by stories of an inexperienced girl meeting for the first time, perhaps at a party or at a work place, a confidant lady who just seemed to have a sense of presence about her; a lady who instinctively influenced others with just a gesture, or a look, or a suggestion; a lady who could seduce whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted, with just a smile. She looked up at me, her smile never dimming, leaned closer to me and softly said, "I was just wanting to know if you were wearing stockings, too. She took my face in her palms and pulled it down close to hers, looked in my eyes, then so softly kissed me on the lips.
A new start: The love story of a sub pt6
Has Slave done something wrong, that Mistress doesn't want to be touched by her?" I asked. I asked her why and said that if I couldn't be hers then I didn't want to be the slave of anyone else. If you don't want me, then I'll be alone, no more slave playing, no more Mistress," I told her. I took the collar and I handed it to her, and said, "Accept this mark of my love and submission to you, please". Her mouth left mine and kissed my neck, licking it where my collar was, with her hands fondling my breasts, without touching my tense nipples. Yes, Serena, I want to serve you and love you, and stay with you every day of my life."
A new start. The love story of a sub pt1
My legs started shaking and I found myself dripping juice like I never thought possible. Her climax made her pussy essence flow over my whole face and, as her legs closed, she pushed me to the floor as I started to climax too – even without being touched. "When I ask something to you, slut, you have to answer properly!" she commanded "you will answer and refer to me as Mistress Serena" This slut slave understands, Mistress" I replied. I was so turned on that I was eager to do anything that she asked, although at the time I didn't fully understand the possible consequences of my choice of submission.
Backstage Mistress
lesbian HeatherDay 2018-03-02
"Um, I'm not sure…" I started to stammer, suddenly very nervous about meeting a rock star who had serenaded me in front of a hall full of people and even more nervous at the strange craving of my body to feel her touch again. It wasn't long before the security guard put his head round the door and said to us, "come on then girls, they're in the dressing room," for which he was treated to a grateful snog from Tara. Not quite believing this was happening, Sophie and I exchanged a bemused look before following Tara and the security guard down a narrow corridor lined with concert posters, through a labyrinth of passages and staircases until we reached a door with a star containing the word "Tundra" tacked to it.
Positive Thinking
lesbian ChrissieLecker 2018-03-01
I rubbed and teased myself as close to coming as I dared, feeling the heat build up between my legs until it spread all over my body, little beads of sweat appearing on my forehead, my pussy walls clenching and my clit throbbing, and only when the tell-tale ball of fire formed in my loins did I pull my hand away and try to get my composure back. With that, she went to my left side, Eve to my right, and before I knew what was happening, Linda had pulled up my skirt to expose my naked pubes. "Who would have thought that," Eve surmised, clearly intending me to listen, "that miss correct Katie would someday turn out such a pissy slut." She looked at me and I could see an idea forming behind her eyes.
Carla Buys A House Chapter Two
Thinking of all those things, it seemed to her that playing with Alice and Gerald was somehow cheating, even though neither she nor Doris had said anything that might lead to a commitment. Alice and Gerald want me to come over this weekend to play, and I feel like I'd be cheating on you. From the time you set it, until it goes off, you will stand in the kitchen, and you will rub circles on your clit with your right hand while you pinch your nipples with your left. The thought suddenly struck her, as she sniffled to herself, that Doris knew she was not going to be able to rub herself for that long without coming.
My journey into submission (ch 1-2)
lesbian LittleMegan 2018-02-26
There is nothing particularly sexual about the events of this story, the purpose of this is to express how I felt about them in order for myself to better understand my feelings and find anyone with similar experiences and thoughts. Similar incidents to the first happened several times with the girls successfully predicting my path home about once every 3-4 nights. I was ashamed that I felt this way and was genuinely worried about my mental health since I was unaware at the time that others had similar feelings that I now understand to be submissive tendencies and desires. The girls mumbled something between them before I felt Ellen's feet move, walking over me, her last step forcing the back of my head into the ground.
lesbian EmiliaFoxton 2018-02-25
Sandy moaned helplessly above her as Laurel licked and suckled her aching flesh, her tongue responding to Sandy's garbled cries and the urgent pressing of her pelvis into her mouth by increasing the pressure of it against her clit. Sandy's eyes widened at the glint in Laurel's eyes as she walked around the side of their bed and bent over to whisper once more into Sandy's ear, "You look beautiful like this, I think I'll leave you gagged and bound to our bed for as long as I please…" Sandy gasped and pulled futilely at her restraints as Laurel stepped back, her hands trailing down the length of her trembling body as she sauntered away and left Sandy unsure and aching for more…
Restraining Amy
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Lana 5
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Blackmailing Beauty
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Wrist-Deep in the Cunt Hole - The Housewife In The Sex Shop
Her brunette pubic hair was neatly trimmed at the sides, but still full enough to give her pussy a sweet feminine look and smell, and she kept both of her entrances clean and tasty, so I finally couldn't resist any longer and started pressing my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her damp labia. It ran all the way down her arm and covered it in cunt slime, which she seemed to treasure, because after I got dressed again and she straightened her skirt, leaving the vibrator still where it was, she giggled and licked my juices off her fingers as we walked out of the store, smiling at me and waving at the girl by the counter.
The Restaurant
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A simple black dress, mid thigh with long sleeves, tight fitted, high necked, puritanical almost, though not puritanical enough to hide my 34C breasts which I ran my hands over, feeling the nipples harden through the material at the thought that Susie might do the same. I felt Susie remove her feet and raised my eyes to look at her as she leaned over and refilled my wine glass and put her hand over mine on the table. She ordered me to spread my legs and moved her stocking covered feet around my pussy, at one stage I felt a toe inside me while her other foot drew circles over my clit, the heel resting on the chair as her big toe rubs my clit every time it circled.
Jenny? Meet Susie! -- Part 1
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Jenny was immediately beside her, arm draped over her shoulder, the other closing the door behind them as she led her upset friend into the house. She was going to try this, 'lesbian' thing with her, but she wanted to get Jenny to ask for it! Susie..." she pleaded now, "Let me go already, what if my mom comes back?" A last ditch effort to stop her friend, but it was easily rebutted. Susie's tight, clean, pink slit, clearly wet from teasing Jenny. Jenny opened her mouth to protest, to try and correct her weakness earlier, but Susie was having none of that. After fumbling with kissing, suckling, nibbling and licking, Jenny got the hang of it and started to properly please Susie.
PWiT - Auditioning Helga
lesbian KatPissinger 2018-02-22
Please write back if you're interested." Attached was a picture of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote "for Kat" with the date of the email. I leaned back and lifted up my legs, my fingers frantically running hard and fast across my pubes, rubbing my poor clit with both hands until it felt glowing hot. Since I've already started playing with electronics, I reached for the mouse, opening the other two pictures she'd sent before inserting it into my wet fuckhole, replacing the remote. It was Helga, kneeling on the floor, the bottle still sticking out between her legs, opening her mouth obediently as she looks up at the camera.
The Stewardess Became My Toilet
lesbian KatPissinger 2018-02-21
I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess asked me right away: "Can I help?" I explain that the bathrooms in the other sections are all occupied and I was just looking for a free one. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee." My piss soaks her white blouse and at first it looks like she's about to run, but then the submissive in her comes back and she opens her mouth and lets the pee run inside. The rest of the flight I keep wondering if she's got any dry clothes to change into or needs to continue working soaked in my juices.
Defending My Foster-Sister
lesbian Sinnderella 2018-02-21
I stood up as defiantly as I could and looked her straight in the eye and firmly said, "I am the cavalry, and you're going to back off of Cheryl immediately or I'll..." I placed the bra on Mistress Jill's desk with my panties. I stood there in my heels with my nipples clamped by the hanger, waiting to see what Mistress Jill was intending to do with me next, when the phone on her desk rang. Mistress Jill then returned to her office and picked up my skirt, blazer, blouse and bra, and threw them in her lower desk drawer. Mistress Jill closed the door, but left it open enough that I could see her desk and the chair in front of it.
A new start. The love story of a sub pt4
I quietly moved down the bed, checked if my collar was in the right place, took a glance at Mistress, and went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. I did as I was told, happy for the approval of my Mistress and knowing that I could trigger her disappointment, and receive punishment, at any time. He knew who my Mistress was, and threatened to tell her that had I disobeyed so I would be punished, if I didn't answer what he was asking and obey him. Then I saw Mistress Serena running, followed by two huge masked men, with perfect modelled muscles in every visible part of their body, and I felt my fear fade a little. This useless slave didn't obey my orders, and she deserves an exemplary punishment!" he told her.
A Lesbian Love Story...of Sorts Chapter 1
lesbian silkstockingslover 2018-02-18
I definitely thought I was in love on a few occasions, but that faded away over time. Will you think it is a true love story? It wasn't until I was 26 and my best friend for many years announced she was engaged and getting married that I realized I was in love; pure, unconditional love. For me, love equals Gwen. Gwen was psychologically shy, yet when a dare was given the shy facade always seemed to fade away as she also hated to lose. That night I went to bed alone thinking of the few times we experimented with each other. The more I considered Gwen and me, the more revelations exploded inside my head. 1. I loved Gwen. 1. I loved Gwen.
Home Early
"I know you do, you little slut." She said, and shoved my sweatpants and underwear down past my knees. Her hand slammed down on my ass, and it stung like hell, but it felt so good all at the same time. "Yes ma'am" I said, barely able to concentrate because as she bent over me to talk into my ear, I was reminded of that something hard between her legs. "I want you to fuck my like the slut I am! "I want you to fuck my like the slut I am! "Cum for me baby, cum hard for me." She said in a gentle voice that surprised me a little.
The Conference, Part 2
lesbian justjenni42 2018-02-17
I stood up, nodding my acceptance of her request, and reached behind my back, unzipping the dress slowly. I pulled the shoulders of the dress off and slipped my arms out, revealing my naked 38DD breasts to Mallory. I smiled as I saw her subconsciously licking her lips as she gazed upon my full breasts. I continued to push the dress down over my waist, my hips and my ass, wiggling playfully as I slipped the dress down, allowing Mallory to look upon my bald pussy, which was glistening slightly in the light of the room from the hint of moisture that had been forming from the moment I saw her in the doorway. Once the dress was gathered on the floor around my ankles, I stepped forward and returned to my knees.
Lana 2
In the soft light of the bedroom her pale hair contrasted with the blue of her hooded eyes and her lips curled into a smile. Generous I may be but at that moment I could feel my love button rubbing from between my lips on the soft silk of my knickers and I knew I could cum at the merest of intimate stimulus, words even, never mind touch. Slowly she moved so that her arm left my neck and she lowered her head to my belly and now her tongue did slip from between her lips and left a damp trail across me, around my navel and the cool of her tongue felt like the heat of a candle, so did it burn me.
Cocktail lounge: the consummation
lesbian Thehoncath 2018-02-15
Amy relaxed, pulling her red dress down, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable, as Cathy sat opposite. As Cathy leant over, her large breasts swung easily, free, fully visible to Amy, who found herself aching to touch them. She took Cathy's nipples between her fingers, twisiting them as she would with her own; gently at first, then harder. Cathy lowered the other strap of Amy's dress, biting her other nipple, leaving hickeys across Amy's smaller tits. Cathy's skilled fingers curled inside Amy's vulnerable cunt, caressing her velvet walls, fucking her hard. Amy moaned, blushing, feeling the fingers taking her hard. Cathy moved, getting Amy onto all fours, her dress up, her ass on show. Cathy obliged. Her fingers, wet with Amy's cunt cream, touched her dark star hole.


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This time I was persistent. I told them about the pictures I had seen in the media. Several homes were completely under water, and had to be abandoned. People had become homeless.
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During my stay in Majuli, I visited areas in the South east of the island, where such flash floods had carried away massive areas of land in the year 2000, and caused people living in nearly 15 villages to lose their homes. Currently, these people live on the embankment, and are still waiting for aid. Several of these badly affected people were also from the Mishing tribe.
While explaining the difference between the floods that Sitadhar Phuk, which a short distance from the coast, and these other villages face, Kamalakant outlined to me the lifestyle that the Mishing had adopted to live in these floodplains. Their houses, as Momi had said, were built on stilts, and they always made raised shelters for their livestock and for storing their grains during the monsoon season. The villagers also repaired their boats, re-built their roofs before the rain in preparation for the downpour. The Mishing were therefore well adapted to the floods that the Brahmaputra valley was accustomed to. However, flashfloods resulting from other "unnatural reasons," as Kamalakant termed the bad flood prevention methods and other development projects which had caused trouble in Majuli, were destructive and hard to adapt to.
This idea that the Mishing could adapt to their "natural" environment had both pros and cons. In conversations with one of the island's administrative head, whose identity I would like to keep confidential, I discovered that this notion made the troubles faced by the Mishing invisible, or at least less visible, to the state. This assumption that anyone from the indigenous community could adapt to their "natural" surroundings only allowed the administration to look into the problems faced by other communities. There was no distinction in these conversation between the slow floods that allowed the Mishing to fish and silted their lands, and the flashfloods that destroyed the land, eroded entire villages, destroyed homes and displaced people.
As I advance my research, I plan to follow up on this summer's findings. In the meantime, as I prepare to spend the year in George Washington University, I am also excited to read more about the environmental history of my field site, through accounts written by historians like Arupjyoti Saikia and Gunnel Cederlof, whose books on the topic I bought in Guwahati, the capital of Assam during my archival work there. Both researchers underline how everyday life is built around the capricious environment in the Brahmaputra valley and in the North Eastern states of India at large, and both underline the role of colonial rule in starting development projects that by the looks of it have been unsuccessful until today in controlling the water systems of the region. These histories, and my conversation with my interlocutors in Majuli, leave us with a question: what does living with the environment look, and how do we do this without making anyone's problem invisible in the eyes of the State?