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I sat there, staring deep into her hazel eyes. Looking for the answers to life but only finding my own reflection. She blinked and her lips parted, revealing her straight, white teeth. Her crimson lips, defined against her smooth pale skin. An empty table stood between us. A dim, gray room surrounded us. It was just her and I, in this surreal landscape. I didn't know how I got there, I didn't know why I was there; I just was. With her eyes intertwined with mine, she began knocking on the table. First three knocks followed by silence. Then four more knocks on the table, this time harder and faster. Her teeth, peeking through the thin space in-between her lips, her eyes staring softly into mine. This time she banged harshly onto the table and I jolted awake.
I quickly leaned towards my nightstand and grabbed my journal. I found a blank page and scribble I saw her again, she has hazel eyes… This was the third time I have dreamt of her. Every time her face gaining more and more detail. I sat up and buried my face into my hands, letting deep breaths escape my lips. My senses weren't fulling back when a loud tapping came from the door. I got to my feet and stretched letting out a pained groan. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. I was greeted by a short, bald man in a stained t-shirt. My landlord.
"What do you want?" I asked
"What do you think? It's the 19th. Rents due." He spoke, peeking his eye through the peephole. I let out a sigh and thought out my words carefully. I had been fired recently and my last paycheck was just enough to survive for a few short weeks on a steady diet of bread and alcohol.
"I don't have the rent, work messed up my pay. Give me a week or two." I pressed my forehead against the door waiting for a response.
"You're always late, I'm not surprised. I'll be back in two weeks then." Silence followed as he stepped away from the door. I went back to the couch wondering what to do the day. I looked at the mess that surrounded me. The floor littered with take-out boxes, the kitchen full sink filled with greasy plates, my matters worn with use. I enjoyed sleep, the only peace I felt was when asleep. So I slept a lot. My stomach broke the silence with a growl. I stood and walked over to the fridge. Its shelves empty except for old peanut butter. I guess I can't sleep in today I thought.
I put on the cleanest shirt I could find and a grey winter coat. I made my way down the flight of stairs, taking cautious steps as I walked past my landlord's door, and out into the cold air. The middle of December somewhere in Queens, New York, the perfect setting for winter depression to set in.
Walking down the street my mind was fixed on those hazel eyes. Eyes that I have not seen on another human before, something both comforting and otherworldly about them. The way they looked at me. Stepping through a pile of dirty wet snow, my mind wandered to what I was going to do for the next two weeks, I was never good with stress, and the looming thoughts of getting rent paid or being homeless were beginning to take their toll. "A beer will help," I muttered, the only thing that could keep your heart warm during the winter.
I stepped into the packed corner store and made my way down the aisles. Just the essentials: bread, peanut butter, eggs, beer. Walking back out I decided to take a scenic route through the park, maybe a nature walk could calm my nerves. The park was fairly empty. I took my time to examine my surroundings, the dirt snow on the ground, the trees reaching out over the patch, the couple sitting on the bench. I stopped and stared for much longer than I should have. I bit my tongue and looked down at my feet as I walked past them.
I got home, put the groceries away, made myself a sandwich, and cracked open a beer. I pushed some dirt and take-out boxes from the couch onto the floor and laid down taking a bite of the sandwich, then a sip or my drink. My mind drifted back to the park, landed on the couple sitting on the bench, and contemplated quietly. They smiled with genuine happiness and affection I thought. He was holding her hands in his, shielding them from the bitter cold. He smiled, looking into her soft eyes. A chuckle escaped her and she playfully pushed his gaze away from her.
"Don't stare," She said lovingly.
"I can't help it" he said. He dug his cold face into the warm space between the bend of her neck and shoulder, resting it there. "You're so beautiful."
She was beautiful I thought, my vision returning to the popcorn ceiling in my cold apartment. They were happy, I wonder how old or how new they're love for one another is. I wonder of the countless, intimate they must have had. I wonder if he writes her sweet and loving poems and I wonder if she lies there, staring at every detail of his face as he reads his feelings to her. I wonder of how fragile, private, deep, that whole moment must be. I sat up quickly and drank the rest of the beer washing down the knot in my throat and letting the heaviness in my heart fade. I felt sober still, so I drank another beer and laid in my bed hugging my knees to my chest. I fell asleep dreaming of poetry and love.
A soft gentle stroke of a finger ran down my nose and onto my lips, coming to a stop at my chin. My eyes slowly opened and I saw her there laying on her side looking at me.
"Good morning" she whispered, her hazel eyes connecting with every detail of my face. There was a white blanket covering both of us and we were laying in a bed that seemed endless, resting our heads of grand white mounds of pillow. Warmth and natural sunlight peeked through the covers, surrounding us in a pleasant golden hue. "Read me that poem again my love" she smiled.
I stared silently, moving my attention from her vivid eyes down to her full lips, back up past her sculpted nose and cheekbones. Her hair was brown with streaks of blond that blended perfectly together and curled at the ends, stopping right before her shoulders.
"I'm waiting my love" she smirked playfully, letting a strand of her fall past her eyes. A warmth filled the back of my head that carried down my spine, I parted my lips and began to speak. I didn't know what I was saying, I could not hear or understand anything coming out. It was just heat and vibrations. She closed her eyes and grinned as she buried her cheek deeper into the white pillow. Beautiful, the entirety of it I thought.
The scene soon faded into the darkness and without knowing when the dream ended and when I awoke my eyes opened and were greeted by the dull wall of my bedroom. I laid there in silence. Minutes stretched on forever. I turned and grabbed my journal on the nightstand next to me and wrote "she likes poetry." I placed my journal back and laid in bed letting the knot in my throat fade. I eventually fell asleep.
The next couple of days weren't easy, a juxtaposition of off the wall anxiety and crippling depression stretched through the week keeping me indoors. As an attempt to feign productivity I would force myself out of bed and into the shower only to find myself back under the covers, cowering from the world. At some point my phone rang, snapping me out of my daze. I didn't recognize the ringtone at first, it was a noise I haven't heard in months. Looking over I realized that it was a text message. It read—hey, long time. Let's meet up at the bar by your house, I'll buy you a beer. Frank.—Frank, an old friend with a fondness for the drink and other intoxicants. That's all I really remembered of him. I stared at the bright screen and went from excuse to excuse, trying to deny the invitation. Yet a part of me felt excitement, a feeling believed to be lost forever, it's been longer than I care to admit since I've talked past the casual 'hellos' with another person. This could be nice I thought.
It was seven at night when I left my apartment. The streets were bustling with life, my eyes stayed fixed on the sidewalk as I went along. I turned left across the street and right into a block with no foot traffic. I arrived at a small building wedged between a late night sub shop and a salon. I walked through the heavy wooden doors into a dimly lit room. There were only a few people playing pool and two or three others sitting at the bar. One of them turned towards me, it was a man wearing a green jacket with greasy hair cascading out from beneath his trucker hat. Frank.
"Long time since we've been here," I said, looking around the bar and reminiscing.
He grinned and turned to the bartender, tapping his finger on the half empty mug, "two more please."
"How've you been man?" he said, finishing the rest of his drink.
"Alive, barely. You?"
"Surviving too."
The silence carried and was interrupted by the bartender placing two full mugs in front of us. I wrapped my hand around the mug letting the cold condensation seep into my palm. "Lost my job."
Frank looked over and nodded gently, "I feel you on that man, and I've been going through hell myself. You know my mom passed, I got no job or money to pay rent. I'm going to be homeless soon, I bet."
"She passed?" I muttered trying to sound sympathetic.
"Heart attack, died in her sleep. I guess that's the best way to go really, without ever seeing it coming. You never really know when it's coming."
I took a sip of my beer, wiping away the foam from my lip with my thumb. "What are you going to do?"
Frank stared straight ahead and shook his head slightly, "I don't know man, I feel bad. Her pain pills, I took them and been using them to sleep. Not much worth staying up for you get me? Just been sleeping around."
"I wouldn't mind sleeping through this month" I whispered to myself.
Frank smirked and reached into his pocket. "Here, for your insomnia," he reached over and dropped some pills in my hand. Without looking I put them into my coat pocket and reached towards my beer. I slid the frosty mug towards Frank and he hit the rim with the side of his glass, then we both took a few big gulps.
The night carried on in silence, we both watched the television and sipped away at our beer. It wasn't awkward, it was calming actually. A sense of companionship that I'm sure we both needed. The night ended around nine and we both parted ways. Feeling drunk and adventurous I decided to cut through the park again.
I found a bench in a dark corner under a tree and laid down. I looked up past the tree branches and at the bright stars above. My mind wandered over to the death of Frank's mom, how depressing I thought. Was he the one that found her lifeless body? Did he cry? He must have. I would. My empathy got the better of me and a tear rolled down my temple and onto the cold bench. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind.
I awoke to figures looking down at me. My vision jumping from one blurred face to another, they had no details, no genders, just human shapes. I jumped from blur to blur until my eyes landed on two detailed, hazel eyes. They stared through me, like I was nothing but a thin fog. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her cheeks red, her brow cut with wrinkles as she sobbed. She reached her hand out towards me and cried out, "Don't leave, I beg you."
"I won't!" I replied, reaching my hand towards her. I strained but I could not get close to her, soon dark, brown blotches began to take up my vision, it was dirt. She fell to her knees and buried her face into the palms of her hands. I attempted to scream but my jaw just hung open. Darkness crept in, engulfing my surroundings.
I woke to snow hitting my face. Flailing my arms and shaking my head I sat up and wiped the wet snow off. I had fallen asleep. I looked around at the quiet darkness around me, my phone read 12:32AM. "Better get home" I spoke, breaking the looming silence.
The next day I found myself on the couch, dehydrated and with a numbing pain all around my head. I stood and walked to the kitchen, filling a mug with water and sipping carefully. The clock on the wall read 1:21PM. I slept through breakfast, my stomach confirmed that thought with a growl, my head agreed with a throbbing pain. Coffee would fix both problems I thought. I put on my shoes along with my coat. I patted my pockets looking for my keys and felt that pills from last night, I froze, but only for a second. I pulled them out and placed them on the nightstand next to my bed. I found my keys and walked out the door towards a café a couple blocks away.
The day was nothing special, the same as the others leading up to it. I entered the café and made my way into the line. I peeked past the file of heads towards the cashier, a girl no older than 25. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail, her skin was golden and untouched by age. A silver stud laid on her small nose and a row of straight pearls for teeth peeked through her thin, pink, lips. Her eyes were brown, not hazel. Brown. But they still carried a sense of wonder in them. The sound around me vanished as I stared at her, daydreaming. I pictured myself holding her, my hands running through her silk hair, alongside her thin face, down her slender neck and towards her soft breast. A heat rushed towards my ears and cheeks, my thoughts wandered to us in bed, our warm bodies pressed against one another, A feeling now ancient to me.
"Can I help you?" She spoke with a bewildered smile. I was caught staring, wrong of me.
"A large coffee and two bagels with cream cheese thank you." I said. My eyes darting to the menu behind her. I paid, grabbed my food, and sat down in the corner with my back against the wall. I uncapped the coffee and lowered my face letting the steam rise and hug my cheeks. The warmth was pleasant, comforting.
I took a sip and looked out the window towards the street. People walking past, some alone, some not. I took another sip of the coffee and let it settle in my mouth. I tasted nothing. I lost my taste some time ago, a result of depression they say. It's gradual, this illness. It shows itself in the most subtle of ways. For example, I used to take cold showers, I loved them; they woke me up and prepared me for the day ahead. Then, one day I turned on the cold water and jumped back, much too cold I thought. I turned the valve a bit towards the hot side and went on with my shower. The next day I did the same, this time a bit hotter than before. My love towards cold energizing showers diminished and my need for the comforting company of steaming showers rose. It was later that I read that people who take hot showers were, more than not, very lonely. Soon other habits began to change. My nights grew longer and my days shorter. I used to be in bed and asleep by 9PM every night and awake and ready the next morning at 10AM sharp. Now, the nights would stretch and the hour hand would fall past midnight before my body even began to settle. No position was comfortable, and no thought was soothing. There was a night where I caught myself lying in bed, the room dark except for the occasional light of a passing car. There was a tightness in my chest, I did not know when the tightness got there, like a part of me that was always there and only now I was just noticing it. Then with that sudden realization, a lump formed in my throat, making it hard to breath. I blinked and squeezed my eyes and rubbed my cold hands against my pale cheeks hoping to snap out of this nightmare, but it was all too real. Then came the emotions, emotions of regret and sadness, a sense of loathing both towards the world and towards myself. Emotions with no real root to them, just raw emotions. I broke out in sobs as I laid in my dark room, sobs so deep and harsh that I could hardly catch my breath in between. This went on through the night until the sun began to rise. That was the moment, the turning point of my life, the daunting realization that it was real, this sadness was real.
My mind returned to the coffee shop, I looked at my coffee and took a sip. It was cold now. I grabbed the bag of bagels and walked out catching one last glimpse of the cashier, she looked up and waved goodbye.
I got home, stripped to my boxers and laid in bed. A heat rising in the pit of my stomach made me uncomfortable, it worked its way up to my chest. My mind, trying to ignore it, jumped from thought to thought until landing on the girl at the café. Her soft lips. A lump grew in my throat. I got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge and say on the edge of my bed, sipping at the cold drink. My hand were cold and numb, my feet leading up to my thighs were frigid, my bones felt like ice. All I could truly feel was the tightness in my stomach and chest and the fist sized lump in my throat. I gulped some beer to keep myself settled. An image of her mystical hazel eyes shot across my mind, a numbing pain shot across my torso. I chugged half the beer now. I was freezing all over except for the heat in my chest area, my eyes were darting around the room looking for any sort of solace, and eventually they landed on my nightstand. On it, my journal and the pills. I grabbed the journal and wrote on a blank page, "My only comfort are her hazel eyes." I placed the journal down and picked up a single, solid white pill. "This will help" I murmured, placing the pill on my tongue and letting it sit before washing it down with the rest of the beer. Some time passed, I do not remember the line between wake and sleep.
My eyes opened to the sight and feel of her bare body pressed against mine. She leaned in and kissed my forehead sensually, her hazel eyes locking with mine. She grabbed my hand and moved it to her rose cheeks. She smiled as I ran my thumb down her chin, along her fragile neck, across her snow white skin, down to her fervent breast. She buried her face into my neck and I felt her warm breath on my skin. She inched closer and I ran my hand through her soft hair, down her back caressing every inch and dip. Ecstasy bouncing across my skin, bringing my hairs to stand on end. My hand ran along her lower back past her bottom and onto her lets. Silk, I thought.
"I love you." She spoke.
"I love you." I returned. Squeezing her thigh.
"I love you." Whispering now, letting the words linger in the air. A tear forming at the corner of her eye.
"I love you." I whimpered back, letting the word be carried by as much truth and emotion as I could ever give behind a single phrase. I closed my eyes and let her warmth crash over me. I muttered something else incoherent and slowly opened my eyes. I was greeted by the numbing grey of my bedroom wall. A tear rolled down and splashed onto my sweat soaked covers.
I didn't leave my apartment for the next three days. Either I ate, or laid in bed. There was no sleep. There was no movement. Eventually I ran out of food. Not a single drop of beer either. I considered starving, but my hunger pains forced me to get up and go out for food.
I changed and stepped out the door. The cold wind bit into my skin, making me flinch: I'd forgotten how cold it was outside. I got to the store and bought beer, bread, and peanut butter. On my way back home I cut through the park, it had become routine at this point. I walked through the curving trail, staring up at the dead trees, down to the filthy snow, and around at the few people scattered around the area.
A child sat in the light snow, grabbing handfuls and packing them into a tight ball. His mother say a couple feet away with a book in her lap, staring at the little boy with an affectionate gaze that only mothers are capable of. A man crouched by a large tree with bread in his hand, motioning towards a squirrel that stood at the trunk of the tree. The squirrel only stared.
I turned down a bend in the path and saw an empty bench by the exit. The same bench where I saw the couple, the girl and her poet lover. I walked over to the bench and sat. I wonder what happened to them. I contemplated all the beautiful things that could've become of them. Maybe they went to dinner one night on a very special occasion, a birthday or an anniversary. They drank wine and ate delicious food and laughed and cherished the extravagance of it all. They held hands over the table and gazed softly into each other, letting their love seep into them. The meal ended with a slice of German chocolate cake, her favorite. How did he know? He knew everything about her. With fork in hand she looked down and on the plate, written in chocolate, were the words "marry me?" The man knelt down on one knee and pulled out a black suede box, with a diamond ring fit for royalty, fit for his queen. They made love that night, stripping down in the cold apartment they shared. Letting their bodies warm the space, ending the night in each other's arms.
I shivered as a gust of wind blew across my body. My eyes glazed over, staring at the dead snow-covered grass. A squirrel entered my vision and jumped around the snow, digging for food. I went into my bag and pulled out a slice of bread. I tore a corner off and waved it towards the squirrel. It stood on its hind legs and peered at my direction, its black eyes staring through me. I stared back, straight faced. I threw the bread onto the ground and it leapt forward, picking it up and gnawing at the crust. Another gust of wind blew past and the squirrel ran towards a tree with bread hanging from its mouth. I buttoned up my coat and stood up. "Time to go" I sighed.
I returned home, repeated my routine of stripping down and making myself a sandwich along with opening a beer. I sat in bed and took a bite out of the soft bread and gulped down the cold drink. I starred at the floor and felt the food sliding down into my stomach. I took a sip of the beer and let it sit in my mouth. It turned warm before I swallowed. I craved company I thought. Nothing else in my life warrants such an intense longing like the touch of another person does. I dug the sandwich into my mouth tearing a piece off and letting it sit. I pressed the bread against the roof of my mouth, feeling its softness. Her hazel eyes took up my thoughts. Her skin, like running your fingers across still water. Her voice, the kind that penetrates your heart. I could almost smell her, I wanted to smell her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to cherish every pore of her soul, to fade into her.
I swallowed the food and drank some more beer. I looked over at the table where the journal and the pills sat. I grabbed the journal and went to the last page. I scribbles "my true love." Put it down and picked up the remaining pills, about five of them. I put them in my mouth and left them there, letting my saliva soak them, then washed it down with the last of my beer. I grabbed another from the fridge and chugged it. An uncomfortable sensation rose in my stomach but dispersed once I burped. I grabbed another beer and drank half of it. I laid in bed and closed my eyes. I waited. I got up and used the bathroom. I drank the rest of the beer and laid down again. I waited some more.
I found myself holding onto a pair of familiar hands. Small and fragile as they laid in mine. I moved my thumb across her knuckles and slowly down every finger. I opened my hand, connecting the tips of her fingers with mine. Our palms met and our fingers interlocked. I held onto her left hand with mine and with my right I moved to her collarbone, running my fingers along the indent. I gently grasped the back of her neck and ran my thumb in circles through her hair. My eyes drifted from her ears up to her eyes. Her hazel eyes. They wrinkled in the corners as she grinned. I got my index finger and ran it methodically across her eyebrows, feeling the hair against my skin. My index glided down in between her eyes and along the bridge of her nose, I needed to feel every inch of her. My finger dove off the tip of her nose and landed in the red sea of her lips. Touching and feeling the softness of them, Dragging her bottom lip down slightly as I moved down to her chin then to her neck.
"Don't leave" She whispered, slightly pouting.
I stared into her eyes, seeing the hazel universe that existed in them. "Never" I whispered. I closed my eyes and leaned in, feeling her warm lips against mine. It felt like I walked off a cliff. I had the sensation of falling, but there was no air, no sound, and no fear. My body collapsed into itself and I felt nothing but energy, a bright light filled my senses: sight, touch, smell, taste. Her voice echoed all around me, "My love, stay with me forever" she said.
The sound of my heart beating echoed around me, it was a soft rhythmic beat. A pressure built in me and I pushed out a word, "forever."
The sound stopped. The pain stopped. The sadness stopped. I was with her, forever.


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201. Yesterday I was sitting inside with my Bible and morning coffee when I heard a cry of joy from outside. It was my mom. Looking at me through the window, she held up to view our chickens' very first egg! It was a little thing, but exciting. The chickens got a nice breakfast of leftovers. :-) We found a second egg this morning, huzzah!
202. Being able to comfort others with the comfort with which we have been comforted
203. Anticipation of a trip to visit my friends at the Triple L Ranch
204. Late night coffee and chocolate
205. Coming Day, the third and final book of Rachel Starr Thomas' Seventh World Trilogy. I look forward to the pleasure of reviewing it on my blog soon.
206. The deliciousness of a warm building that only biting, bitter cold makes you appreciate
207. Old verses I learned in Sparks that still come back to me.
208. Candlelight
209. Chris Rice
210. Friends who are passionate about good theology
211. Cozy wool sweaters
212. The scent of lavender
213. Getting to see my little brother play basketball. (They have lots of out-of-town games, so this doesn't happen too often.)
214. A friend's excitement about her fabric design that's making her money here.
215. The AWANA council time message, given by one of the elders, about little things that make a huge difference. A seed. A word. A cup of water.
216. Fountain pens with nice, flowey blue ink
217. A pretty blue-and-brown journal, a Christmas gift from a dear friend
218. Opportunity to share about journaling
219. A friend who just announced she's pregnant! :-D
220. Another dear friend and her husband who have wanted children for a while. It's hard to be in that place, waiting for something so good, while trusting God's perfect timing.
"And whoever gives one of these little ones even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple, truly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward."
~Matthew 10:42~

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This thesis began with an introduction and literature review in Chapter 1. In Chapter 2, I propose a new intertemporal asset-pricing model based on heterogeneous beliefs to bring together the concurrent theories that could generate value and momentum effects. In this model, I assume that such behaviour occurs simply due to an agnostic view of forecasting returns considering the dominant strategy in the market. Given the endogenous price determination in the model, individuals were expected to adjust their own strategies to match the dominant strategy to obtain higher profits (from more accurate fore- casts). The idea was to bridge the literature on intertemporal asset allocation with the one on heterogeneous beliefs. In Chapters 3 and 4, I consider the empirical problem of implementing Markowitz (1952) mean-variance optimisation on a portfolio of stocks. In particular, I focus on the out-of-sample performance of the minimum-variance portfolio obtained from the use of asset group information and regularisation methods to obtain more stable estimates of the parameters in the model. Specifically, in Chapter 3, I introduce the use of regularisation methods to the portfolio selection problem and a literature review on the subject. In Chapter 4, I propose two alternative approaches for the use of the group structure information and to obtain more stable and regularised minimum-variance portfolios. I show that these procedures produce significantly better results in the portfolios compared with the unconstrained minimum-variance portfolios estimated from the whole data set in terms of portfolio variance and the Sharpe ratio.
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I came across the best paleo pulled pork recipe in the "Paleo Kitchen" cookbook, it's too good not to share! Great for large groups, just take note it tastes best if marinated 24 - 48 hrs. The cookbook recommends using leftovers for nachos, we did just that and wow leftovers have never been so tasty! Will share my nachos recipe in another post.
serves: 6 - 8 prep time: 24 hours cook time: 8 - 10 hrs
For the dry spice rub
- 2 T smoked paprika
- 1 T sea salt
- 1 T chili powder
- 1 T ground cumin
- 1/2 T ground black pepper
- 1/2 T dried ground oregano
- 1/2 T ground white pepper
- 1 t cayenne pepper
- 2 lbs bone-in pork shoulder
- 1/4 cup water
- In small bowl, combine all ingredients above for the dry spice rub
- Massage spice rub all over the meat. Wrap tightly in a double layer of plastic wrap and refrigerate for a minimum of 3 hrs to 48 hrs (I refrigerated for 24 hrs)
- Unwrap the meat and place in slow cooker. Add the water.
- Cook on low for 8 -10 hrs or until meat is tender
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Stephenville EDA
Spurred to succeed, well stocked to incentivize
A city unified by C.A.R.E.: C.A.R.E.—short for Creation, Attraction, Retention and Expansion—is how Stephenville's mayor described effective economic development to the more than 50 enthusiastic business and community leaders, including leaders from Tarleton State University, who gathered in 2015 to discuss a proposal for a Type B economic development tax. The C.A.R.E. description resonated, and because Stephenville is a city that cares about its future, when the Type B proposal was put to a city-wide vote just months later, it passed overwhelmingly. And that allowed Stephenville to take a major step forward with newly flexible incentives and a new ready-to-succeed Executive Director of the Economic Development Authority.
Type B development, A+ effort: Stephenville's Type B sales tax arrangement enables the city to undertake all the job- and employer-related efforts available under the state's Type A program, and also provides ample leeway to undertake quality of life projects that ultimately result in a more livable city that is more attractive to new residents and industry.
A knowledgeable director: SEDA Executive Director John Hubbard knows how to get industry from here to there, whether it's location and logistics for product delivery or whether it's meeting your operational goals for the future with the right labor and incentives. When he joined the Stephenville EDA team in the summer of 2016, John brought years of economic development experience to the table, with a resume that includes service to other Texas municipalities as an EDC executive director, as an assistant city manager for economic & community development, and as a city manager. A multi-certified economic developer, John has learned economic development from every angle and has taught it as well: He earned his Master's degree in economic development from the University of Southern Mississippi (where he was inducted into Phi Kappa Phi and Golden Key Honor Societies), and has served as adjunct professor in Logistics and Supply Chain Management at University of North Texas-Dallas. And while John is still interested in learning—he recently completed a Doctoral degree in Human Capital Development at the University of Southern Mississippi where he was a Munro Petroleum Scholar—what he is most eager to know is what your company needs, both right now and in the years ahead. With a well-stocked toolbox of incentives, and a unified city behind him, John is ready to guide Stephenville in answering your requirements to create the greatest success.


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13th May 2018 14:12 #1
No, Warhammer 40k does not need a 'ban list'.
I've decided to shake some things up here at this little forum. It's been a bit quiet. This'll either get me banned, or maybe start some discussions. So here we go...
So, Warhammer 40k does not need a ban list because people can't control their emotions on the internet.
A while back, there was some discussion in the Magic: the Gathering community regarding some Jeremy guy getting banned. For the most part, I dont particularly give a shit about this guy. Apparently he had some pretty volatile opinions, and said something rude about a cosplayer- which led to a bunch of people demanding he be banned from playing, his cards burned, his manhood removed, his mother beaten, and his online game account being banned. They got two out of five, which is pretty impressive for a bunch of whining card-players that havent been inside a woman since a doctor yanked them out and sliced the umbilical cord.
I have rather unpopular opinions regarding some cosplayers, primarily those that buy costumes from someone and then want your money to show half a tiddy- and even more, I loathe the pathetic losers who pay for this half a tiddy. I respect people who go all out and make a costume to enjoy it, not so much an amateur model that backed down from a casting couch and has to resort to wearing superhero or elf costumes and pay rent with a Patreon.
So, youll have to forgive me if I dont see this as a big deal. But, it would seem that this lady in question had just enough pathetic incel orbiters to raise a stink on her behalf, so this Jeremy guy got banned by a company that couldnt be bothered to make sure its tournament judges werent a bunch of sexual predators and kiddie-diddlers. Again, pardon me if I dont see one guy with a Youtube channel saying something rude about a chick in a costume to be such a massive problem, when you look at the bigger picture here.
Afterward, this prompted some members of the 40k Community in several places to ask the question: Should Warhammer 40k have a 'ban list? Granted, most of the people whod ask this very question are the exact sort that probably should be ushered out themselves- you know, the perpetual outrage fetishists and a few websites that are essentially the 'Buzzfeed' of tabletop wargames. Well, they would, wouldnt they?
Heres this novel idea: How about we all get some intestinal fortitude and leave it to the local shop, club, or gaming group to decide who gets 'banned? Look, I dont care about someones 'outside drama. Leave it at the door if youre gonna game, and if you cant do that then you need to kick rocks and piss off. I dont care if someone upset your favorite cosplayer, or said something nasty to you on the internet- just dont bring it in to game. Unless someone is actually harassing you, then grow up and quit crying for a grown-up to come and protect your fragile feelings. Oh, and 'harassment has a real meaning, and its a bit more complex than 'this person upset me.
Let me put it this way, in all honesty- do you think the average shop owner is going to give a shit about peoples squabbles when hes hosting a tournament in his store? No, because hes a damned shop owner and not the local arbiter of morality. Hes going to ask you to leave your drama at the door, and boot you if you cant. Its pretty simple, almost as if weve been doing it this way for years. Welcome to tabletop gaming, weve been handling our own shit long before the Perpetual Outrage Fetishists came in to 'save us.
Im no fan of actual harassment, and if its ever revealed that this Jeremy guy actually harassed this girl? Then piss on him, he deserves to be booted out of the tournament circuit but lets prioritize the actual rapists, pigs, and kid-fuckers that are holding positions of power in that tournament circuit and get them out first. And hell, as I understand theres actual evidence for the sexual predators, and not much for this Jeremy guys 'harassment.
Imagine kicking a guy out of a nightclub because someone claims he had a pocket knife, but theres five drunk guys in the corner waving Glocks around and threatening patrons. Thats how I see this 'Jeremy Ban.
The only 'sound argument Ive seen so far is that the Tournament Circuit and Wizards of the Coast have the right to reject him and refuse to do business with him for any reason they choose. Which, of course, the last time I mentioned 'refusing to do business with someone for anything you like, these same fucking POFs were screaming about gay wedding cakes. So its nice to see were still doing that 'its okay when we do it thing.
To get on point, what kind of 'ban is GW going to have? I can tell you this right now, that company holds far less sway over the average FLGS than you think- and its going to be really, really difficult for a 'list of meanies to do anything when some guy spends hundreds of dollars in one trip and drops another $20.00 down to play in a tournament. So, what- now these 'meanies wont be allowed in Warhammer World or GW stores? Oh, the horror! Now where will they go to get overpriced mediocre hamburgers or get dry-humped by sales staff?
I dont know if youve been to a GW store lately, but if you spend enough money- they could care less if youre Interpols most wanted international terrorist once you reach out and start grabbing models off the shelf. I doubt some 'list of 'extreme thinkers is going to deter them from sacking up hundreds of dollars worth of plastic models and thanking you for your patronage.
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A reader's journal sharing the insights of various authors and my take on a variety of topics, most often philosophy, religion & spirituality, politics, history, economics, and works of literature. Come to think of it, diet and health, too!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Energy is Eternal Delight
The work of Tony Schwartz on the management of energy is a terrific line of thinking. After all, we all deal with two scarce resources every moment of our lives: time and energy. Schwartz, unlike some who think about personal management, thinks more in terms of energy than in terms of time. This blog provides a good sense of his thinking. Also, I like the idea of naps at work! Really, having a sharp wit about you (think about 2-3 p.m.)is a terrific insight. Yes, I'm better a few hours at full steam than a bunch more hours at 1/2 speed. That's why I never want around a tired doctor. Recommended.
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This Crockpot Beef Tamale Pie uses corn muffin mix for an easy topping packed with a sweet, earthy flavor. It pairs nicely with crisp green salad tossed with avocado and cherry tomatoes, served with a creamy salad dressing.
The ground beef is cooked with onion and garlic, then combined with beans, salsa, and seasonings. That goes into the slow cooker first; a topping made with corn muffin mix and cheese bakes on top. Serve with a cool mixture of sour cream, cherry tomatoes, and green onions. And a cold beer on the side.
Make sure to test the cornbread topping with the toothpick before you serve this fabulous pie. And remember - this is a "fake" tamale, with a cornbread topping subbing for the tamale batter. Nobody claimed it's authentic - just delicious.
What You'll Need
- 1 pound lean ground beef
- 1 onion, chopped
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 green bell pepper, chopped
- 1 (15 ounce) can kidney beans or black beans, rinsed and drained
- 1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
- 1/3 cup salsa
- 1 tablespoon chili powder
- Salt and pepper to taste
- 1 (6 ounce) package corn muffin mix
- 1/3 cup milk
- 3 tablespoons melted butter
- 1 egg, beaten
- 1 cup shredded Pepper Jack cheese
- 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
- 1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chilies, undrained
- 1 cup grated Colby or Cheddar cheese
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 1/2 cup salsa
- 1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
How to Make It
- Spray a 4 to 5 quart slow cooker with nonstick cooking spray; set aside.
- In a large nonstick skillet, sauté the ground beef, onion, and garlic over medium heat until meat is cooked, stirring to break up meat.
- Drain the meat mixture thoroughly and stir in the bell pepper, drained kidney beans, tomato sauce, salsa, chili powder, and salt and pepper to taste. Pour into the prepared crockpot.
- In a large bowl, mix together the corn muffin mix, milk, butter and egg just until combined. Then add Pepper Jack and Parmesan cheeses and chilies, including chili liquid.
- Spoon the corn muffin mixture over the beef in the crockpot.
- Cover the crockpot and cook on low for 6-7 hours or until a toothpick inserted in the corn bread mixture comes out clean. Sprinkle the top with the Colby cheese and let stand for 5 minutes until the cheese melts.
- In a small bowl combine sour cream, cherry tomatoes or salsa, and green onion; serve on top of the pie with cilantro or any other seasoning you prefer.
If you have a new hotter cooking crockpot, check this for doneness at 5 hours.


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Macleans magazine has been feeling the heat after releasing an article entitled Too Asian, which blames Asian people for transforming the culture of universities across Canada and causing a large divide between the 'white' universities and the 'Asian' universities. The University of Toronto has been identified as an Asian university along with the detrimental characteristics of being hard working, overachieving and no fun at all, while good time drinking universities like Queen's has been identified as white.
BC has been the first province in Canada to speak out against this article and to propose a measure against it, all while vowing to educate the public against stereotyping and racial misconceptions. Which would be useful except for the fact that BC itself is the too Asian province in Canada, given its geographical proximity to that continent and with it having the oldest Chinatown in the country. So, sorry BC, you're not white enough to speak out on this issue.
And honestly, nobody needs to speak out against it. I think all Asians out there are breathing a sigh of relief that the truth has finally been revealed, that yes, indeed, we slitty eyed people are planning to take over the world.
White people are so trusting, so unsuspecting. They've allowed us to do their drycleaning, dye their hair, and make them egg rolls for years, and all of this time, they never suspected that behind the mask of the innocent dumb short people whose faces crinkle when they smile, that we've been planning to take them over with our superior intelligence. Of course it's superior. How else do you think we manage to starch your shirts so well or hide all of your grey hairs? Do you think that's done by stupid people?
Oh, and we all speak beautiful English, we only speak the shrill broken English to fool you, but when you all go into the other room out of earshot, we sound like Shakespeare. And we wear chopsticks in our hair not because they hold our hair into perfect buns on the top of our round heads, but because we are all secretly ninjas in disguise and the chopstick is the weapon of the true warrior.
We do math in our sleep and our tiny eyes actually see at a 360 degree angle, so we truly have eyes in the back of our heads, which is why we can always see you coming whenever you show up for dim sum. Yes, that's the reason why you always get hit in the elbow with the cart that has the shrimp dumplings. And the shrimp dumplings are secretly plumped up with a preservative that makes you slow and sluggish, another reason why you can barely stand up at the end of the meal. And fortune cookies? They're all codes to launch missiles off secret islands to smite our enemies with the big noses.
When the time is right, we shall release our ultimate weapon: little old ladies digging for bus fare and holding up rush hour traffic for hours as they try to count $1.97 in exact change so that they can have a transfer. They will paralyze the streets of the world's busiest cities and then, the Asian takeover will be complete and all our nefarious plans will come to fruition. Then we shall conquer all.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Too Asian To Handle
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While I was messing around with the internet I came across this picture.
Heaven knows I love me some Katy Perry, even when she's running around kissing girls. But this pant suit is like…wow. It looks like this
had a torrid affair with this
And this absurd pantsuit is the result. And yet she still looks good in it. Maybe it's the aura of coolness that lets her get away with that thing. 'Cause it can't be anything else.


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The lower body protection while riding a Motorcycle is probably the least considered aspect by most of the riders, though the after effects of it can prove to be costly. Since I am somebody with a moderately tall built at 6 1" the choices for riding pants are negligible. Initially used to manage with bionic Axo Knee Guards and later Spartan Perseus. Graduated to Odysseus, which took me through a month long ride and gave up due to some mismatch in the fabric integrity, which was duly replaced by Spartan. When the Proteus was launched a good friend of Mine , Jai, was one of the few guys who procured the initial lot. Upon request he obliged to let me try it on a ride or two and then decide to buy. Again the same issues with the length factor, the option was off the list.
Later one day another rider friend of mine Akshay, turned up for a ride with these Navigator pants, the Construction and fit was too impressive but the price tag was over my intended budget. When i tried the pants at Keerthi Triumph(Bangalore) was very impressed the construction, fit and comfort.
Riding Pants used in the past:
Spartan Odysseus
Spartan Proteus
Options considered.
Rjays All season : Felt very basic, with minimal protection for a riding pant.
AGV Telluride : was very much interested but didn't get an option to try it first hand
Total Mileage using the pants : Appx 20000 Kms
Specifications of the Pants :
Safety :
1.Comes with CE approved KNOX Protector and a foam hip protector.
Just to give a reference of Size alongside a 500ml can
3.Connection Zipper to tag Along with a compatible riding Jacket.
4.It is Equipped with a three - tier knee guard adjustment system with the help of Velcros which do their work brilliantly.
5. The impact Areas, mainly around the Knees are laminated with ceramic based Super fabric . As per definition: Super Fabric® combines quality cotton, polyester, nylon or spandex with precisely positioned guard platelets and epoxy resin coating – resulting in a highly abrasion, slash, fire, water and stain resistant material that is also lightweight, breathable and highly customizable
1.Comfort has been the biggest plus point for the Navigator. Though the Pants are heavy as any other riding pants, it feels comfortable even in the worst of climates. The Sympatex fabric just works flawlessly. This was the first time i was using a function specific fabric and realized why it is worth a premium.
Some Info on Sympatex : http://www.sympatex.com/en/membrane/225/properties
2. The pants come with only two vents at the thigh Area. Was pretty skeptical about its usage when i initially got the pants, but they work over time. Just to Illustrate that, have ridden through Coastal regions in Karnataka, Kerala, Tamilnadu, Goa and parts of West Bengal in peak summer and was very much manageable.
3. Stretch Flex zones around the waist and knee when flexibility is a vital criterion.
4. The pants come with a removable Thermal Layer, which is much of a overkill for tropical countries.
5. The inner Fabric lining is very smooth and resistant to Velcro unlike conventional liners.
Fit :
1.Unlike conventional riding pants which extend a long way down the crotch Area, So what this means is that, when you mount the bike the pants tend to lift up from the Ankle area to almost till the Shin. This is very evident in case of people with taller frame. The fit on the navigator is more like how a normal Denim fits in. So there is ample support around the ankle area.
3.A single Knee Protector(Velcro based) adjustment is provided to adjust the fit around the impact area.
1. The pants come with 2 front Pockets and 2 side cargo pockets with a velcro flap and a press button.
Additional Features:
Reflective strip on the side pockets for visibility at night.
Slit Ankle cuffs for the boots
Safety ****
Comfort ****
Fit ****
Utilities ***
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Here are some fun pictures! She is just too cute!
Mike, Dede, Katelyn, Mayli, Madilyn, Juliet, and Jacen enjoying every moment of the life our Father in Heaven has given us.
She really is adorable!!!!!!
she is so so so cute! Just love her.
dede- this is me heidi- just posted my comment from my avon email address. Just so you know!
Cute! Hopefully Daddy got to clean her up too, lol.
Oh! This cracks me up!
:D Nutella... Oh now I want some!
She has got to be the cutest thing alive!!! I can't believe she is about to turn 1!!!
That was so dang cute! That third picture looks like it could be the cover of some magazine or billboard. I love how expressive she is.
Amazingly cute!!!


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Ten years after the start of production, the two
millionth Mini was driven off the production line at Plant Oxford by British Prime Minister David
Cameron on 31st August 2011. Of the two million, more than 1.5 million Minis have been exported to
customers in more than 90 countries around the world.
Frank-Peter Arndt, BMW AG board member responsible for production, was present to celebrate this
latest major milestone for Plant Oxford and the continuing success of the Mini brand. He said:
"Production of the two millionth Mini comes on the back of strong demand worldwide. Our recent
announcement of an additional £500 million investment in our UK Mini production facilities
demonstrates the important role that Oxford plays in our global production network. The most
essential factors in the success of Mini are the skills, passion and dedication of our
During the visit, Mr Arndt updated the Prime Minister on preparations at the plant to produce the
next generation Mini including new production facilities currently under construction. This latest
investment decision helps to ensure the long term future of the Oxford plant and jobs at its
pressings plant in Swindon and its engine plant at Hams Hall near Birmingham. It also takes the
company's total investment across all its UK operations to more than £1.5 billion since 2000.
Prime Minister David Cameron said on the day: "It's a real privilege to drive this true British
icon off the production line today. The 2 millionth Mini to be made here in Oxford is a fantastic
symbol of the UK's strength in the global automotive industry and a great British manufacturing
success story."
"BMW's continued investment in its UK operations, together with its export success - selling to
over 90 countries worldwide - is contributing to a real renaissance for the UK car industry and a
brilliant example of the sustainable, balanced growth we are determined to achieve. Mini is not just
a symbol of our industrial past, but also the great industrial future we want to build."
The two millionth Mini is a Mini Convertible specially painted in White Silver metallic with a
blue denim roof. The specification boasts a selection of bespoke interior and exterior options
including special alloy wheels, a distinctive leather steering wheel and lounge leather upholstery.
The car will be used in a Mini promotion campaign.
Dr Juergen Hedrich, managing director for Mini Plant Oxford, said: "It's a really great
milestone for Plant Oxford and everyone who works here. Oxford has been the heart of Mini production
for the last 10 years and all our associates are proud and excited to be contributing to the
continuing success of this iconic brand."
Producing 216,302 vehicles in 2010, Mini was the third-largest vehicle manufacturer in the UK,
accounting for 17 per cent of national automotive production. The plant currently produces four
Mini models – Hatchback, Convertible, Clubman and the new Mini Coupé. A fifth model, the Roadster,
will join the line-up at the end of this year. Mini's other model, the Countryman, is assembled in
Austria at the Magna Steyr plant in Graz.
Since Mini went into production in 2001, developments at Plant Oxford have reflected Mini's
growing success. In 2001 some 2,400 associates worked in single shift operations to build up to 300
cars a day. Today around 3,700 associates work five days a week on two shifts to produce as many as
900 Minis per day. During the same period maximum production capacity at the plant has risen from
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Posts Tagged 'Holocaust'
Echoes of the Third Reich in Serb Terror in Srebrenica
Echoes of Third Reich in Ethnic Cleansing
The Milwaukee Journal
17 July 1995.
Missing from the heart-rending photographs of terrified refugees were the dusty railroad cattle cars and the sullen storm troopers watching with expressionless faces. Nevertheless, some of the roads and villages of [predominantly Bosnian Muslim-inhabited] eastern Bosnia last week looked too much like eastern Europe when it was the Nazis conducting a campaign of ethnic cleansing. Read the rest of this entry »
Besieged Srebrenica Resembled Nazi Concentration Camps
Starving Bosniak Refugees Tell of Horror
Record-Journal, p.3
13 March 1993.
TUZLA, Bosnia-Herzegovina (AP) — The first emaciated wounded and sick arrived Friday from besieged Srebrenica, leaving behind near-starvation and desperate hardship, including amputation without anesthetic.
Doctors at Tuzla's main hospital said 12 of the worst cases were flown in by Bosnian military helicopter from the Muslim-held enclave in eastern Bosnia.
A similar airlift two days ago evacuated eight wounded soldiers from the eastern Bosnian front, but Friday's arrivals were the first from Srebrenica proper, a focus of U.N. relief attempts.
"All the time I was thinking of getting away to somewhere where I could heal," said Sead Klempic, his bones throwing sharp contours into the blanket covering his wasted body. He was left paraplegic by shrapnel to the spine.
"It kept me alive," he said. Read the rest of this entry »
Ghettos for Jews and Bosnian Muslims
50 years of European progress:
Polish Jews: In 1943, some 400,000 Jewish people were rounded up and herded into the Warsaw Ghetto. German Nazis starved them and murdered many of them – just because they were Jewish.
Bosnian Muslims: In 1993, some 80,000 Bosnian Muslims were herded into the enclave of Srebrenica. Serbs starved the Bosniak civilians, tortured them, terrorized them, and attacked them on a daily basis from nearby Serb village – just because they were Muslims.
It was genocide: In 1993, two years before the Srebrenica massacre, the United Nations Security Council Resolution 819, adopted unanimously on April 16, 1993, Resolution 819 describing the situation in Srebrenica as a "slow-motion proces of genocide." With the fall of the enclave two years later, the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia and the International Court of Justice ruled it was Genocide.
Bosnian Muslims and Jews have a joint experience of persecution and genocide in Europe
Dr. Mustafa Cerić is the Grand Mufti of Bosnia-Herzegovina (leader of Islamic community) and a prominent member of the Committee on Conscience fighting against the Holocaust denial.
Invited by president of Fondation pour la Memoire de la Shoah, David de Rothschild, Reisu-l-ulema Dr. Mustafa Cerić took part today in Paris, the seat of the UNESCO, in the presentation of Projet Aladin, accompanied by some two hundred prominent intellectuals, historians, academics and political personae from thirty countries, most of them from the Islamic world.
The gathering is about cultural and educational initiative for promotion of the Jewish-Muslim dialogue based upon mutual acquaintance, respect and refusal to deny and diminish Holocaust. Hosted by the UNESCO, former President of France Jacques Chirac, Prince El-Hassan bin Talaal of Jordan, former President of Indonesia Abdurrahman Wahid and former German Chancellor Gerhardt Schroeder, project "Aladdin" aims to assist in Muslim-Jewish dialogue so as to remove many a prejudice and stereotype which burden the Muslim-Jewish relations in the world.
"The call of conscience"
A statement, titled "The Call of Conscience", was adopted to denote the principle of the project: Read the rest of this entry »
ICJ Judge, Serbia's involvement in Srebrenica Genocide supported by massive and compelling evidence
Case: Bosnia v. Serbia
Judgement: Dissenting opinion of Judge Al-Khasawneh, Vice-President of the International Court of Justice.
The Court's jurisdiction is established – Serious doubts that already settled question of jurisdiction should have been re-examined – SFRY's United Nations membership could only have been suspended or terminated pursuant to Articles 5 or 6 of the Charter; Security Council and General Assembly resolutions did not have the effect of terminating the SFRY's United Nations membership – The FRY's admission to the United Nations in 2000 did not retroactively change its position vis-à-vis the United Nations between 1992 and 2000 – Between 1992 and 2000, the FRY was the continuator of the SFRY, and after its admission to the United Nations, the FRY was the SFRY's successor – The Court's Judgment in the Legality of Use of Force cases on the question of access and "treaties in force" is not convincing and regrettably has led to confusion and contradictions within the Court's own jurisprudence – The Court should not have entertained the Respondent's highly irregular 2001 "Initiative" on access to the Court, nor should it have invited the Respondent to renew its jurisdictional arguments at the merits phase.
Serbia's involvement, as a principal actor or accomplice, in the genocide that took place in Srebrenica is supported by massive and compelling evidence – Disagreement with the Court's methodology for appreciating the facts and drawing inferences therefrom – The Court should have required the Respondent to provide unedited copies of its Supreme Defence Council documents, failing which, the Court should have allowed a more liberal recourse to inference – The "effective control" test for attribution established in the Nicaragua case is not suitable to questions of State responsibility for international crimes committed with a common purpose -The "overall control" test for attribution established in the Tadić case is more appropriatewhen the commission of international crimes is the common objective of the controlling State and the non-State actors – The Court's refusal to infer genocidal intent from a consistent pattern of conduct in Bosnia and Herzegovina is inconsistent with the established jurisprudence of the ICTY – the FRY's knowledge of the genocide set to unfold in Srebrenica is clearly established – The Court should have treated the Scorpions as a de jure organ of the FRY – The statement by the Serbian Council of Ministers in response to the massacre of Muslim men by the Scorpions amounted to an admission of responsibility – The Court failed to appreciate the definitional complexity of the crime of genocide and to assess the facts before it accordingly. Read the rest of this entry »
Holocaust Survivor: Forty-thousand Bosnian Muslims Targeted for Extinction in Srebrenica
In 2004, Presiding U.N. Judge Theodor Meron – who is Polish-American of Jewish descent – delivered a historic speech at the Srebrenica Genocide memorial located in Potocari (near Srebrenica). His speech was both moving and inspiring, but also educational. We hope you read it carefully and learn from it. Judge Meron is a holocaust survivor.
It is with honour and humility that I stand today at the Potocari Memorial Cemetery. This place is a daily reminder of the horrors that visited the town of Srebrenica during the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina. The crimes committed there have been well documented and have been recognized – and roundly and appropriately condemned – by the United Nations, the international community in general, and by the people of the region of former Yugoslavia. These crimes have also been described in detail and consigned to infamy in the decisions rendered by the court over which I preside, the International Criminal Tribunal of the Former Yugoslavia.
I have had a special wish to visit the Potocari Memorial Cemetery because earlier this year I had the privilege of sitting as the Presiding Judge in the appeal which, for the first time, judicially recognized the crimes committed against the Bosnian Muslims in Srebrenica in 1995 as genocide. In that case, named Prosecutor versus Radislav Krstic, the Appeals Chamber of our Tribunal convicted one of the leaders of the Bosnian Serb assault on Srebrenica, General Radislav Krstic, for aiding and abetting genocide. The Appeals Chamber also found that some members of the Main Staff of the Bosnian Serb Army harboured genocidal intent against the Bosnian Muslim people who sought safety in the enclave of Srebrenica, and that these officials acted upon that intent to carry out a deliberate and massive massacre of the Muslims in Srebrenica.
The judgment which the Appeals Chamber has pronounced will be of importance not only in acknowledging the crime committed in Srebrenica for what it is, but also in developing and enhancing the international criminal law's understanding of genocide. By discussing and elaborating the legal requirement of genocide, and by explaining how they applied it in the circumstances of Srebrenica, the Appeals Chamber has facilitated the recognition – and, I hope, the prevention – of this horrible crime.
Many victims of this crime lie here, in this cemetery. In honour of their memory, I would like to read a brief passage from the judgment in Krstic, the passage which discusses the gravity and the horrific nature of the crime of genocide, and states unhesitantly that its perpetrators will unfailingly face justice.
"Among the grievous crimes this Tribunal has the duty to punish, the crime of genocide is singled out for special condemnation and opprobrium. The crime is horrific in its scope; its perpetrators identify entire human groups for extinction. Those who devise and implement genocide seek to deprive humanity of the manifold richness its nationalities, races, ethnicities and religions provide. This is a crime against all of humankind, its harm being felt not only by the group targeted for destruction, but by all of humanity.
The gravity of genocide is reflected in the stringent requirements which must be satisfied before this conviction is imposed. These requirements – the demanding proof of specific intent and the showing that the group was targeted for destruction in its entirety or in substantial part – guard against a danger that convictions for this crime will be imposed lightly. Where these requirements are satisfied, however, the law must not shy away from referring to the crime committed by its proper name. By seeking to eliminate a part of the Bosnian Muslims, the Bosnian Serb forces committed genocide. They targeted for extinction the forty thousand Bosnian Muslims living in Srebrenica, a group which was emblematic of the Bosnian Muslims in general. They stripped all the male Muslim prisoners, military and civilian, elderly and young, of their personal belongings and identification, and deliberately and methodically killed them solely on the basis of their identity. The Bosnian Serb forces were aware, when they embarked on this genocidal venture, that the harm they caused would continue to plague the Bosnian Muslims. The Appeals Chamber states unequivocally that the law condemns, in appropriate terms, the deep and lasting injury inflicted, and calls the massacre at Srebrenica by its proper name: genocide. Those responsible will bear this stigma, and it will serve as a warning to those who may in future contemplate the commission of such a heinous act."
Those who drafted, on the heels of the Second World War and the Holocaust, the Convention for the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of genocide, were animated by the desire to ensure that the horror of a state-organized deliberate and massive murder of a group of people purely because of their identity will never recur in the history of humankind. The authors of the Convention hoped that by encapsulating the crime of genocide, by declaring unambiguously that it will not go unpunished, and by requiring the international community to do the utmost to prevent it, they will forestall forever attempts to annihilate any national, ethnic or religious group in the world. As the graves in this cemetery testify, the struggle to make the world free of genocide is not easy and is not one of uninterrupted victories. But I would like to think that by recognizing the crimes committed here as genocide, and by condemning them with the utmost force at our command, we have helped to make the hope of those who drafted the Genocide Convention into an expectation and perhaps even a reality. As I stand here today, I can do little better than to repeat the solemn warning sounded by the Appeals Chamber of our Tribunal that those who commit this inhumane crime will not escape justice before the courts of law and the court of history.
Finally, I take this opportunity to call, once again, for the authorities in Bosnia and Herzegovina to meet their obligations under international law to cooperate fully with the ICTY. It is simply unacceptable that the authorities in the Republika Srpska have yet to arrest and transfer any individual on their territory who has been indicted by the Tribunal. This situation cannot be allowed to continue and I would like to see a dramatic change in the Republika Srpska's level of compliance with its legal obligations. It is hightime that the RS break with its tradition of non-cooperation and obstruction of the Rule of Law.
In this regard, I take note of the findings in the Republika Srpska Srebrenica Commission's preliminary report, which I see as a step in the right direction. It indicates a new readiness to come to terms with painful events of the past and to constrain revisionist tendencies. However, the process is far from complete.
Bosniak Boy Raises Awareness of the Holocaust
Summary: 7th grader Bosniak boy, Emin Seferovic-Drnovsek, reports a visit to his Chicago high school by Samuel R. Harris, Holocaust survivor and president of Illinois Holocaust Museum and Education Center. Emin gives a vivid account of how Harris described his experience of the Nazi invasion of Poland, the ghetto, concentration camps and mass murder and then remarked on the common purpose of his own campaigning and Emin's mother's work on genocide prevention and raising awareness of the Srebrenica Genocide. The Holocaust survivor explains that bullies like Adolf Hitler an Radovan Karadzic, the former Bosnian Serb leader who masterminded the Srebrenica genocide, need to be stopped so "the Holocaust and genocides won't happen again." The boy tells how his Bosnian Muslim grandfather, Mensur Seferovic, had been captured by Nazis and sent to the concentration camp in the World War II.
By Emin Seferovic-Drnovsek
On April 29, 2009 at William Howard Taft High School, Samuel R. Harris came as a guest speaker. He spoke to the 7th grade Academic Center students during their 6th period class. Mr. Harris was invited to talk about the Holocaust. The 7th grade language arts teacher Mrs. Asvos has been having us reading "Night" by Elie Wiesel which is about the Holocaust. Ms. Asvos worked hard and got Mr. Harris to come to our school. Read the rest of this entry »


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Tod Robberson on the Dallas Morning News checks in twice regarding the Oak Cliff Metals situation.
As he accurately reports:
They are seeking a re-zoning of part of their property, which they have been using without permission for industrial purposes even though it is currently zoned for retail use only.
My hope would be that reporters like Schutze would more accurately reflect the situation instead of massaging stories and half-reporting for their own benefit. But it hasn't happened in two years, so I won't hold my breath. We will, however, continue to refute the lies that are reported by that paper.


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is it wrong to be mad at someone?
if they do not understand why you have to ask so many questionS?
I think you can be "disappointed" but being "mad" doesn't seem appropriate. Maybe you can post your questions on here....
Or start with, "Help me understand, I'd like to know more."
Or start with, "Help me understand, I'd like to know more."
it is your choice to be angry. i let myself be angry for as short a period as possible because i know it only hurs me and the other person usely isnot affected.
I agree with mgs1. I don't think getting angry is appropriate. Hopefully, they don't get angry BECAUSE you ask too many questions; I would also say you should perhaps just say you need help understanding something.
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Shrugging off recessionary drag, air travel in and out of the Rogue Valley surged last month.
August passenger counts at the Medford airport were the second-highest for that month on record and capped the second-best ever three-month travel season.
The 60,823 passengers to clear the airport gates in August were the second-most since the record-high August 2007 count of 65,427. The 4.7 percent increase was the third-straight month of year-over-year gains and pushed the year-to-date total to 394,927, 6.1 percent behind 2008's pace.
"I just came back from a legal conference and airports around the country are about 10 percent down," said Airport Director Bern Case. "We're 4 percent better than average. I'm just glad to see (the totals) edging in the right direction."
He said the competition for passengers between Horizon Air and Allegiant Air has produced attractive fares to Los Angeles. Case suggested leisure travel has been the impetus for the increased passenger activity.
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The airport has 22 arrivals and 22 departures daily to eight cities, down from more than 30 departures during the peak 2007 market.
"The thing that comes into play is the size of aircraft," Case said. "One Allegiant (MD 80) flight is equal to five of the 30-passenger flights. Even with our regional jets, capacity has been edging up. Instead of 50-passenger jets, we're seeing 70 normally and 90 part of the time."
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Dallas Car Accident Lawyer: Be Careful When Driving in Fog
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The biggest problem drivers face when driving in fog is reduced visibility. Drivers may not be able to see much of the road, other vehicles, or traffic signs. Therefore, people must drive extremely carefully. Ms. Witherite offers the following tips:
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The Collapses in the West and the Violent Ritual Termination of the Classic Maya Capital Center of Cancuen
The Collapses in the West and the Violent Ritual Termination of the Classic Maya Capital Center of Cancuen
Causes and Consequences
The cities of the Pasion trade route had the earliest and most violent collapses beginning before AD 740. Dos Pilas, Aguateca, other cities, hilltop fortresses, and even small villages were completely destroyed with minimal or no evidence of ritual. In contrast, the international port center of Cancuen, strategic head of navigation for the entire system, was completely "ritually terminated" with great care and respect including the mass execution of its royalty and nobles. Here we discuss the nature and possible reasons for variability in the violent demise of the western cities, the stages of the seventh to ninth century collapse process in global perspective, and implications for theories of the root causes of the Classic Maya collapse.
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Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
her party is tomorrow :cry: we spent mommy and me time today while DH was oot getting the sailboat out, and DS was over at the inlaws. DH and I are going ouut to dinner tonight (my sis is paying).
Finishing up last minute things, her 1 year video and her smash cake
Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
Today is Joel's big day!!! :) I can't believe it's been a year. We had a party for him on Saturday and he hammed it up for everyone. Happy Birthday little ones!!!
Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
Claire's invites are out, her party is the 24th, she is getting the fraggle rock party, including this cake http://thenthwave.blogspot.com/2009/...rock-cake.html I have fraggle characters to go on the cake. I will be making it the day before, her birthday the 23rd, it will be getting iced the morning of the party. We have not decided what we are getting her from mommy and daddy, from my parents she has a box set of a french television program called Passe-Partout.
We are planning a big birthday, brisket, sliders, corn, cake, doozer cake pops, ice cream, and maybe if it warms up this weekend and next week a pool party in the backyard pool. :lostit:
Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
The girls will be 13 months old on Friday. *cries*
Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
Wow, I'm late to the game here. Corbin is doing awesome! Talk about the fastest year of my life. We had a Captain America party with friends on his birthday. I got him a potty while daddy decided to get him a matching jacket to one that he has. Since he's daddy's mini-me they look so cute together in their jackets :)
2nd bdays are soon approaching. Wow, they're growing so fast!
Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
The twins turn 2 in just over 2 weeks. It's crazy.
It's hard to believe we're almost two :(
**I do know how to spell...my iPod on the other hand does not**
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Emme will be 2 in three weeks!! I can't believe it. I'm also currently on bedrest trying desperately to make it to 37 weeks which is...get this...my birthday and the day before dd's & dh's birthdays.
Re: September 2010 ~ Happy 1st Birthdays
And it seems like they've learned SO MUCH this past year. I can't believe it.
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Tom Selleck has been apart of a long running family joke. Ever since I can remember, we've teased my mom about loving that mustachioed piece of man-meat. She's always adamantly denied her love for him but we just won't let it go and it makes he super mad.
After Belle was born, we were up a lot in the middle of the night with Magnum P.I. reruns aired and we fell in love with a different fuzzy-lipped man… Higgins.
I know I watched Magnum when I was younger but I have no recollection of Higgins. Maybe we just talked about Tom Selleck so much when I was little that it somehow seeped into my subconscious. Well, we watch so much Magnum in the early days of having Belle at home and J.D. got so into the show that he did some research and found that the actor, John Hillerman, was also a UT Journalism graduate. Of course we had to do some more digging and also found his contact info. So, for obvious reasons, we had to write to him for an autograph for Belle's baby book.
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This is vivid and gripping, and you've thought about how it's paced. ISo, positives:
think it would work even better if you told us more about the acts of bullying; as it stands, we have the uncomfortable and not very rewarding sensation of standing inside the head of a maniac with little apparent motive. Make us sympathise with the speaker more before you show us how he takes it out on the bully. That will give you a better tonal balance, too. At the moment you are over-explaining – it's a very difficult trick in a monologue to reconcile performance of a mental state with the need to narrate, and in this draft there are too many moments when you are in prose fiction mode (especially looking
around the classroom). Think seriously about ditching the beginning and ending, which give too much away and try to buy our sympathy instead of earning it. I would start from the 'primal scene' – the classroom and the things that happened there. Make your audience imagine the place, and things will follow.
- Vivid and gripping
- I've worked out my pacing
And the suggestions:
- Work in the bullying more - relate the acts to the audience; to build upon his motive and gain the audience's trust and identification with the protagonist
- Change the order, removing descriptions of the place - possibly talk about the Dictators' faces and pasting the bullies over the top, but develop the tone over the original plot
- Possibly ditch the beginning and ending - as these give too much reasoning - buys audience sympathy... I guess through telling
- Think about beginning with the 'primal scene' - that moment when it all turns for him:
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'Excuse me,' he said, and I replied, 'You're excused, Sir.'
I hadn't meant anything by; it got a laugh from the class, but when Mr... came back in he looked fuming. 'Your mother says when you return to the Bates Motel tonight,' he said, staring right at me, like he'd had enough, 'keep your socks on, she's fed up of your cold feet in her bed'...


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Paper Plate Sun Catcher
It would be nice if the sun actually came out for our sun theme week! It's still cloudy today, but we made sun catchers anyway!
You will need:
Paper plate
Clear adhesive shelf paper (or clear packing tape)
Tissue paper
Yarn or string
Hole punch
1) Cut out the center of a paper plate. Color the plate.
2) Place a square piece of clear adhesive shelf paper (sticky side up) under the plate. Press the plate down. Tear bits of tissue paper and stick onto the adhesive paper. If you don't have clear adhesive paper, clear packing tape would work too.
3) Poke a hole, thread a piece of yarn or string, and hang the creation in a window!
Although I couldn't capture it, they really did look pretty (even though the sun wasn't shining brightly today!)
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