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Senior Vice President Finance, CFO – Latin America Operations
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American multinational company
São Paulo e Região, Brasil
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Experience, especially in the financial area, and good interpersonal skills.
global strategic vision in team building processes, leadership and management and strong negotiation and restructuring skills.
Operational experience on-site plant and business strategic planning cycle.
Solid experience in cost reduction, strategic planning and restructuring
• Solid knowledge in Treasury, Corporate Finance, Accounting (IFRS / US GAAP) and Tax.
• multicultural experience, business valuation and financial planning (budgeting, forecasting, real, variance analysis, management reports)
• Experience in corporate governance at meetings of Council Finance committees, audit, tax and contingency fees.
Wide international experience of business development, and business conducted in North, Central and South America, Europe, Asia and Asia Pacific.
Ability to complete transactions with multinational clients and managing relationships of key accounts.
Experience in companies in Brazil and USA
Experience as CFO and controller in large corporations.
Experience in geographic expansion, partnerships, joint ventures, strategic, acquisitions, Start ups and Turn arounds, Relationship Development at Senior Corporate and Government level.
Specialities: Strategy, Planning, Budget, Finance, AR / AP / Treasury, Accounting, Financial Modeling and Analysis, Evaluation, Mergers and Acquisitions.
Competências e experiência desejadas
Education – Bachelor in Economics / Business Administration
Fluent in Portuguese and English
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Stop debt collection phone calls and visits!
By Value hunter on Feb 7, 2010 | In Money chat, Frugal wars, Frugal victories
I was reading Average Joe's blog today and the question was asked about companies who you owe money to ringing you at work, on mobiles, etc.
The solution is quite simple:
Write to the company, politely, inform them that as from the date you write, all correspondance must be IN WRITING ONLY!
Under the Administration of Justice Act 1972 - telephone calls and doorstep visits by any company, who have been instructed in writing to cease them, are illegal.
A legal case is one that is against the law, and as such, should the company continue to call you on the telephone or visit your home, you have a legal case for walking into your local police station and bringing charges against them.
What money companies do not inform you about, is that to trade in their field, they require a consumer credit license, if they are found to be breaking the law, they can be deemed unfit to hold a consumer credit license and as such, be prevented from trading.
This includes debt collection agencies and high street banks and building societies!
Another benefit of only being contacted in writing, is that the companies tend to be careful what they say to you. If it is in wiriting, their advisors cannot flout the law and lead you up the garden path, also they have to keep accurate account notes. I have lost count of how many times that I have contacted a company and then found days later that nothing of what has been said or promised has been put on the customer's records.
Sometimes, I have found that the call has not even been recorded!
Anything in writing can be used before a magistrate in your defence (unless it has "without prejudice" written on the top), so it maybe a long winded process, but it can protect you.
Under the Administration of Justice Act 1972, phone calls and doorstep visits are considered to be "Harrassment of a would be debtor."
Send the company concerned a letter, by recorded delivery and after a week or so, all telephone calls and doorstep visits will stop.
Of course it won't sort out any of your problems, but it will make your life a little less stressful!
Good luck.
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I've experienced the same myself. It's a shame that more people aren't aware that they can reduce their stress by knowing a few facts.
1. Inform creditor in writing that you will continue to communicate only in writing. You may wish to state that "You understand that any written communications may be usable in court, but are concerned that phone calls may be misinterpreted".
2. Contact them regularly. Even if your situation hasn't improved, write to them at least once a month. If things proceed to court, this will stand you in good stead.
3. Don't Lie. Keep all statements in writing truthful and as accurate as possible. Do, however avoid words like "maybe, try etc." One of my clients held of creditors for 12 months by letter. He was building a new income, and TRUTHFULLY advised his creditors that creating his new income would take several months,and that he was restricted to minimum 'token' payments in the meantime. He made no false promises, or offers of payments he knew he couldn't afford.
t took 2 years, but he did turn around his fortunes slowly, and saved his creditors money plus himself a lot of grief. Recommend calling CCCS they are very helpful and confidential - and FREE.
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Have to disagree with number two Ashley.
I would only contact the company in writing to advise them of how much my minimal monthly payment will be.
More important, is to stick to those minimal payments every month.
Even if it's only £1 per month, it is still legal tender and a regular payment record is essential, should the debt be brought before a magistrate.
Payments should be the same for ALL creditors, regardless of level of debt.
This of course refers to unsecured debts - which are classed as low priority over your weekly/monthly bills.
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UK: TV presenter and BBC weather girl Georgina Burnett will present the inaugural Serviced Apartment Awards.
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The awards are taking place at the Grange Tower Bridge Hotel in London on March 21, 2016. They are open to all serviced apartment operators, alliances, providers and suppliers worldwide, and will recognise excellence at corporate and individual levels.
There are categories for properties, operators, service providers, agents, marketing campaigns, innovation and individuals.
The awards will be judged by a panel of industry experts. One category - the Industry Inspiration award, for the individual who has done the most to inspire the sector - will be voted for by Serviced Apartment News readers.
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"Radio Manilow" on iHeartRadio had been my regular office roommate since the day it debuted. The station was a way to enjoy music and commentary from someone who knows far more than I ever will. When I had to work in the evenings, I could turn the kids over to my husband, close the door and get down to business without feeling blocked in to my teeny tiny office. And still be available to have good-nite hugs at bedtimes.
You learn a lot about someone by what's on their iPod and what they have to say about it. I heard songs in a way I never would have imagined or figured out. ("Eleanor Rigby" from the Beatles was in high rotation.) I had a few "What in the f*ck is he thinking" moments. (that weirdo "Abadaba" chimp song that made me want to walk to Los Angeles and beat the hell out of someone.) Some got me interested in music or other creations I never heard of. Biggest was the theme from "I Want to Live" (1958). It landed on Barry's play list because Gerry Mulligan played sax on it. So I recognized and took interest in the picture when it made the play list on my local PBS station.
When you think of movies from the 1950s, it's either musicals ("Singin' in the Rain") or really bad science fiction, usually centered around something radioactive ("Them"). I learned from this picture how intense psychological dramas could be at that time, and how direct the commentary about sociopolitical topics. The end of the picture is a blatant and realistic depiction of execution by gas chamber (sorry for the spoiler). That would raise eyebrows even today. Thanks to that song and commentary, I got a view of mid-century media that I never would have found.
The station couldn't last forever, but it's still a bummer that it had to shut down. I got a lot out of it though, and I'm grateful it was up for the time that it was.
In other news, "Harmony" is finally .... FINALLY..... making it to the stage. If that's not enough, it's going to debut right in my own backyard at Alliance Theatre. As I'm getting the kids back to school, I'll be scanning the papers and blogs for major updates on rehearsals and show times. Maybe we'll even luck out with a special guest visit to Jazz at the High. A girl can dream.


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With regard to chrysotile asbestos: (a) what measures does the government take to ensure that countries to which Canada exports chrysotile asbestos understand the dangers associated with working with this carcinogenic product; (b) what measures, if any, does the government take to verify that countries to which chrysotile asbestos is exported are working in a safe manner with it; and (c) what are the procedures approved or recognized by the government for safely working with chrysotile asbestos?
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An unexpected challenge could have destroyed the relationship. But instead, it strengthened it.
I want to tell you about 10,000 moments. But I'm not sure how.
Each moment by itself would be too small to see, too fleeting, like April snowflakes on the lawn. How could one moment be singled out for description, made more special than the others, emblematic? It wouldn't do justice to the whole.
He was kind when other people would have put their head in their hands and given up.
But to describe 10,000 moments skims over what each moment meant, the choice that was offered each time and the decision that was made each time, without fail, day after day, year after year.
In the face of my terrible hearing loss over the past five years, my husband made the choice to be kind.
He was kind when he had to repeat himself dozens of times in a day. He was kind when we had to stop having our regular daytime phone conversations. He was kind when I misunderstood what other people said and embarrassed him. He was kind when my frustration blew the top off the house. He was kind when other people would have put their head in their hands and given up.
He took sign language classes with me and then concocted his own sign language just for us. He would sign across the crowded room of a political fundraiser, his made-up language changing every day but his wild facial expressions telling all. He made me laugh and shake my head and not care about being nearly deaf in a room full of important, chattering people. "Do you want to a drink?" he'd sign and point to the bar, using the classic thumb and little finger college frat sign for drinking.
He interpreted for me, restating what people said when their voices were in the wrong range for me to hear. He kept an eye on me all the time to see if I understood what was said. "Did you get that?" his eyes would ask. Sometimes, when I did hear, I'd resent his asking and snap at him. "Yes! I heard that!" I'd bark, exasperated that he just assumed I couldn't. I hated the presumption that I could never hear. Sometimes, I could.
"It's not so easy knowing what you can and can't hear," my husband would say, shrugging and raising his thick eyebrows just a bit. When he did that, he reminded me just for a second that my hearing situation was a shared burden.
Throughout this long period of my hearing steadily worsening, he insisted that there was no reason I should stop working, no call to close my consulting practice. I'd worked with nonprofit organizations and local government on a wide range of projects for 20 years, my efforts almost always involving working with groups of people in big rooms. Making matters even worse, hearing men was much harder for me than hearing women; sometimes I'd watch men talking to me across a room and hope and pray my lip-reading was accurate. Beards and moustaches, hands held over mouths, men talking while looking down at their papers, all of these little twists made my work as a consultant a growing high wire act.
I always believed my frustration and sadness about my hearing loss trumped whatever inconvenience it caused him.
In the kitchen at night, making dinner, we'd talk about our work days. I'd complain about the increasingly scary difficulty of working with groups, including my terror that I might get something big very wrong in front of a lot of people. It had happened a few times; once a bad hearing aid adjustment had the effect of muting all of the men's voices in a meeting of 50 people. It became clear when one agency representative was giving me a compliment about a report I'd done. "I'm sorry. My audiologist seems to have turned off all the male voices in my life, so I can't hear you." "Can you hear this?" he replied, starting to clap and soon the whole room was clapping. Another kindness I've not forgotten.
When I told my husband that I was afraid to keep consulting and was thinking about closing my business, he would act surprised and then dismissive. "Silly talk," he'd say. "You've done fine so far, why quit?" I think he knew that if he agreed with me, it would have been putting the stamp of his approval on my giving up and that would have been terrible. He knew that my work was part of my core. Leaving it would be a big defeat, a terrible loss, the beginning of my disappearance as a fully functioning person in the world.
Once, during one of our very rare arguments about what I had heard and hadn't heard, I told him that he had no idea how hard it was to deal with hearing loss. "Oh," he said, "You have no idea how hard it is to be married to someone with hearing loss." He said this as a fact, not a retort. I didn't understand how hard it was because I'd never been married to someone with hearing loss. I always believed my frustration and sadness about my hearing loss trumped whatever inconvenience it caused him. But I was wrong.
I would not have survived the isolation and self-doubt that comes from hearing loss without my husband.
Now I have a cochlear implant. Every day, my hearing improves. I hear him. I hear other people. I don't have to ask him to interpret. I'm not dependent on his crazy sign language. I can pretty much maneuver in the world of hearing and speaking people, well, within limits. I'm better but not cured. I see things more clearly now. I see that my husband's burden, the weight of my hearing loss on him, was so much greater than I ever wanted to think. It was every day, without relief and without much reward.
Looking back over these very long hard years, I know this to be true. I would not have survived the isolation and self-doubt that comes from hearing loss without my husband. It's that simple.
My husband's relentless kindness saved me.
At night, in the dark, before I go to sleep, I always tell my husband that I love him. "I love you," I say, even though without my hearing aid and cochlear implant receiver —all my various pieces of equipment— I cannot really hear myself talk. He can hear me, but instead of answering back, because he knows I can't hear him, he taps my arm.
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Hey guys,
it's been a while. I arrived at wednesday and I had to wait like forever to be taken to our rooms. BUT, once I had arrived I was really glad to recognize that the room is actually pretty nice.
Meanwhile I have met all off my flatmates - they are really nice (fun fact: two are from Ireland). Yesterday I attended my first house party. They sure do know how to party around here!
Wednesday evening we had "free food night" which was good since we didn't get to go to a supermarket and were really starving.
Thursday we had to sit it to a lot of talks.... the WHOLE DAY! But in the evening we went bowling, I did make a strike and ended up second place! - YAY. But the more important thing is, I have met some really nice people from all over the world (such as Susan, Pakistan, Singapore, France and so on). Another funny thing is that nobody wants to believe that I am German. They all think I am American.... I must really have adapted that accent....
Yesterday I finally registered myself and went the Gallaria which is a big shopping center here. I bought a simcard which really was a good deal, I think. So for all of you who want to go to UK, pick the simcard of company "Three".
If you want to get anywhere around university, you really need to walk alot, but that's fine. I just had to get use to wear flat shoes again.
Right now, I am about to leave to go to Cambridge. The trip will be the whole day.
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A lot has changed since I posted last. I moved to Denver, have a roommate named Meredith and a part-time dog named Caleb. He's not mine, but seems to be ok with me. Of all the Boxers I've known, he's the sweetest and least neurotic. I've survived Classical French Cuisine, Advanced Dining Room (and all the accompanying wine tasting at 8 am) and am loving International Cuisine. The biggest events coming up are graduation and co-op (internship).
I'm realizing that life can be hard or easy, depending on the choices you make. My parents tried really hard to make everything great and hide the consequences that came from say, not driving the best, not being with the right people and sneaking ancient liquor. I don't want to name names, (they tried valiantly, at times) but the substitutes I found for my parents were mediocre, at best. I'm really glad to now be "doing life" on my own. Not entirely, of course, but it feels good to know that my choices are my own and the results are equally mine. I chose to be here ~ in Denver, on Leyden Street, in culinary school.
Not everyone will agree with the choices I've made and will continue to make and I realize that. I hope there will be support though ~ I need that more than ever.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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I have been in deep reflection over the past two months and realized how much of a sponge I am—being so affected by everyone and everything around me. Absorbing both positive and negative that come my way.
Over a year ago, people often classified me as one of the shy, silent, happy & free spirited people they knew in the university. Honestly, I try and do my hardest to be able to communicate properly to almost everyone when I started college, Which I kind of regretted because whenever I'm being my usual self, everyone would always ask me if I'm okay or not feeling well. It's nice to see that people care however, sometimes I wonder if in this world we live in, only the loudness of sound or boldness of movements are the measures of one's happiness.
Yet all I ask is peace of mind and to be beside the person I loved dearly. I never really admitted to anyone that I was feeling depressed when they ask. However, giving it some thought, I wasn't sure if I was. I would classify my emotions as rather longing, lost or just waiting for life to end itself. Sometimes, I close my eyes and wish they never open again. I wish to not be able to see this messed up life and just be with her wherever she might be. How I wish my creator knows how far I would go or how much I am willing to give up just to see her and hug her again.
3 years have passed and I still feel the excruciating pain, the day we lost her, the day she finally left me in this world full of chaos. Not a day has passed that I never wished for me to go back in time and spend all of my time with her or for me to die and for her to live, because I know very well that she has more to do than I ever have or will. I know for sure that all of this confusion, fighting, and non-stop back stabbing, threats and bad mouthing wouldn't happen.
Don't get me wrong, I've always been thankful for everyone who has entered my life but regardless how many and how much they mean to me, it can never be compared to the person I've loved and cherished dearly.
I miss you so much. What hurts most is the idea of never seeing you again, never getting the chance to hug you or put me to sleep or even talking to you when I'm afraid or I have dream.
Every night, I go up the roof deck or look outside. Looking at the night sky, the moon and the stars that we both love so much. Holding on to that wish that maybe one day, when I open my eyes I would be seeing you, dressed in your favorite color. And that would be the time that I would smile the brightest and run the fastest. The time where I'll be alongside you again.
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Juliette Burton: Butterfly Effect (work in progress)
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Following total sell-out shows at Edinburgh Fringe 2015 and 2016, award-winning comedian Juliette Burton investigates the power of kindness in a brand new docu-comedy.
At a time when most of us find it hard enough being kind to ourselves – let alone others – is being nice outdated? Or can we still connect and change lives for the better? Join Juliette for her one-woman revolution! Would you #DareToBeKind?
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I accidentally took the weekend off from blogging, but now I have returned and I think my pictures are getting better. My running has been going well. I'm going to go back to my official training plan tomorrow. I'm trying to learn the Pose Method of running. Now, to the food!
Brown rice with seasame ginger/ponzu/apple cider vinegar sauce on eggplant, onion, garlic, and green pepper.
Asian style baked tofu (tamari, mirin, rice wine vinegar, chiles, and nori strips)
The baked tofu on ezekiel bread with avocado.
Spicy ginger tofu with kale and an avocado tempeh melt with sweet potato fries (and a magic hat number 9) from the Usual Suspects. Those are my friends torso's.
My bf holding a delicious frozen concoction of mimicreme, vanilla extract, soymilk, and frozen berries blended together. It was awesome, and yes we ate that whole bowl.
This cake was my second attempt at baking without a recipe and it turn out really well. It is a simple white vanilla cake with a maple cinnamon swirl on top.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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Hey guys, before I get going on my topic, I would like to say, DON'T put my full name ------- on the comments. It is sort of dangerous for me.
Now, my garden has re-sprouted! I thought that after the freeze they died. But now, they are more beautiful than ever! It's amazing! Soon, I will post a picture.


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Hi all,
I thought I'd start out with one of the 2 games that come out next week. First will be Rift!
In the US Rift will launch on March 1 and in the EU on March 4. Since I'm EU I will pick my copy up Friday morning when the shops open. Right before going to class.
Rift is a new MMORPG, they take the interesting things for existing MMORPG's and have created a totally new idea with it. At least that is what I think ;)


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Texas couples considering divorce might be interested in a recent case involving the actor Terrence Howard. Reportedly, Howard is asking a judge to throw out a divorce settlement that requires him to pay his ex-wife, Michelle Ghent, $325,000 in spousal support.
Social media becomes useful tool in child support cases
Authorities throughout the country, including Texas, are cracking down on parents who refuse to pay court-ordered child support, and many officials are turning to social media during their investigations. A county in Wisconsin is only one of those that is using Facebook and other similar sites to bust those shirking child support payment duties.
How to handle the marital home in a divorce
Couples who own a home together and are divorcing or separating in Texas might need to consider how to handle the property during proceedings. In many cases, one spouse stays in the home and the other moves out. However, this process might not be as simple as some people think it is. According to a recent article, a divorce that awards the home to one party might not remove the other party's liability for the mortgage.
Indiana Pacers all-star looking to obtain full custody of child
Texas families may be interested in the legal battle being waged between one basketball star and a woman who gave birth to a baby girl that may have been his child. Pending the results of a new paternity test, the player may be seeking to exclude the child's mother from custody.
Dodgers' former owner wins in divorce case
Texas fans of the Dodgers may be applauding their former owner after hearing about a recent decision in his divorce case. The judge ruled in Frank McCourt's favor in the high-profile divorce case, instructing ex-wife Jamie McCourt to pay legal fees that he incurred after she contested their divorce settlement.


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F-250 Super left rear blinker and brake light not working. Need help.
Left rear blinker and brake light not working. Front left blinks fast. Running lights work OK. Factory installed tow controller. Trailer brake and blinker on left side pin do not work either.
I get no power on left blinker trailer pin or in light socket on truck. Bulbs are good and even replaced. Wiring harness looks excellent everywhere. Have checked fuse under dash, it is good. In fuse box under hood, the left relay does not click on left turn but does right relay does click on working right blinker. Also stabbed wire at rear of truck before it splits and no power there for blinker or brake on left side. Also checked grounds, they are OK.
Under the hood in fuse box, I checked power in trailer relay socket for left side. One pin of socket is solid on, other pin sockets are dead. The right side relay has one socket solid on and another blinks with right blinker as it should. Fuse there is also good.
I am inclined to think it is either a bad (open) wire on the end of a wire harness after fuse. The open wire thing is hard for me to believe because harness is intact and has not been disturbed at all.
Any suggestions would be appreciated. I am at my wits end on tracing this. Can the blinker switch on steering column go bad and cause this problem? Can one test the blinker switch on column or bypass to check if wiring is good?
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It sounds like you have replaced just about everything. I had this problem with an old pontiac and it turned out to be the actual blinker switch on the steering column. If all your flashers are good, bulbs are good, relays are good, it may be the actual blinker switch
2011 ford f250 just found a broken wire on the firewall (rubbing against the steel)under the intake box, was the problem with left rear turn signal !
check the plastic wrap on the wire harness that feeds the light and look for a crease. remove plastic wrap to a point below crease. solved this problem on both my 2000 and 2005 f250s after changing left rear brake light several times.
So what was the fix? I have the same problem on a 2011 f350
i have the same problem on my 2011 f350 lariet
Ended up taking to dealer. Could not find the problem myself. Cost about $800 to fix a bad wire in harness and of course not under warranty. Big ripoff.
I'm gonna take mine in and flash modules. 100 bucks. Hope it works. Where was your broken wire at? By chance was it in between the two fuse panels?
Didn't find out where it was bad. Sorry.
Just repaired the same problem on an 07 and found a bad connection in the harness plug under the coolant tank below the fuse box
I just had the same problem. 2011 F-450. Chased it all the way back the the body control module. Replaced the body control module and it solved my problem. Hope that helps
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East African Music and Dance
Haruna Walusimbi is a Grammy Award winning multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, and dancer from Uganda. He is one of Uganda's most celebrated artists, with extensive performance and teaching experience. Mark Stone is an acclaimed multi-percussionist and music educator from the United States. He was a Rotary Ambassadorial Scholar at Makerere University in Uganda and is currently Associate Professor of World Music and Percussion at Oakland University in the U.S. (Please see complete bios below.) Walusimbi and Stone have performed together since 1997, presenting moving concerts and enlightening educational programs featuring ngoma repertoire of Uganda and new music rooted within the ngoma tradition. As an expert dancer, singer, and performer of the endingidi fiddle, akogo kalimba, enkwanzi panpipes, embaire marimba, ntongooli harp, ebigwala trumpet, and many types of drums, Haruna Walusimbi truly embodies the holistic nature of traditional East African music. Mark Stone's extensive background as a composer and performer of multiple African and American percussion instruments including the new array mbira brings a contemporary global dimension to the duo's performances. Walusimbi and Stone have performed and taught together at concert venues and universities throughout the United States and East Africa.
Walusimbi and Stone will be taking part in Education Africa's International Marimba and Steelpan Festival, the largest marimba festival in the world, in Johannesburg, South Africa at the end of July 2017. Together they will serve as international adjudicators for the event, and also present festival performances/workshops. The duo is available for additional engagements in South Africa during the week prior to the festival (July 24 – 28) and during the week after the festival (July 31 – August 4). To book a performance, workshop, or lecture-demonstration with Walusimbi and Stone, please contact Joan Lithgow (firstname.lastname@example.com).
Traditional Basoga composition "Twalibamukwano" performed by Stone on the array mbira with Walusimbi on the endingidi fiddle and kisoga drums.
Haruna Walusimbi's original composition "Atenga Omwana" sung by Walusimbi, with Stone and Walusimbi on the akogo kalimba and Stone on the gyil xylophone.
Mark Stone's original composition "Kakaire", featuring Stone playing the akogo and Walusimbi playing the endingidi.
Born in 1965 in the village of Lwanika in Uganda, Haruna Walusimbi grew up surrounded by rural traditional music. At a very young age, Walusimbi began participating in the diverse music traditions that thrived in his Busoga village. He went on to join the St. James Secondary School music program, one of the best in the region. Walusimbi then studied music, dance and drama at Makerere University, where he received bachelor's and master's degrees in the Arts. In 1997, he was the Global Youth Earth Day Ambassador for Africa and won the Global Youth Earth Day Ambassadors Competition in Marikina, Philippines.
Upon graduating from Makerere University, Walusimbi founded Nile Beat Artists, a Jinja-based performing arts troupe. Nile Beat is now recognized as one of the top groups in Uganda, regularly performing at state functions and for visiting dignitaries. This past year, they were honored to perform for Pope Francis during his visit to Uganda.
In 2005, Walusimbi created theSenator National Cultural Festival. The festival has grown to become the largest annual cultural event in Uganda; lasting six months, with tours to 121 rural towns each year and involving more than 320 folk music and dance troupes. Among its many accomplishments, the festival recently revived the ebigwala (gourd trumpets) music and dance of the Busoga Kingdom together with UNESCO, which inscribed ebigwala on their list of intangible cultural heritage in need of urgent safeguarding. The Senator National Cultural Festival successfully restored this tradition and ebigwala has since been performed for the Kyabazinga (King of Busoga), during his second coronation celebrations.
In addition to his many accomplishments in Uganda, Haruna Walusimbi has achieved international renown as an educator, musician, and actor. He performed a leading role in the film Throw Down Your Heart, produced by American banjo icon Bela Fleck. Walusimbi subsequently recorded with Mr. Fleck on the album Throw Down Your Heart: Tales from the Acoustic Planet Vol. 3: Africa Sessions, which won a Grammy Award in 2010 for Best Contemporary World Music Album and Best Pop Instrumental Performance. Walusimbi also had a role in the Academy Award-winning film The Last King of Scotland, starring Forest Whitaker.
World multi-percussionist Mark Stone has performed with the foremost musicians of Uganda, Ghana, South Africa, India, Trinidad, Ecuador, and the United States. An accomplished composer and improviser, Stone writes regularly for his many projects and commissions. His musical style results from a unique synthesis of multiple world traditions and innovation rooted in a deep knowledge of those traditions. Stone was a Rotary Ambassadorial Scholar at Makerere University, where he researched traditional Ugandan music and performed regularly with the Nakibembe Xylophone Group. As a member of the Bernard Woma Ensemble, he has performed at festivals in Ghana and gyil concerti with the leading orchestras of Germany, South Africa, and the United States.
In 2012 and 2014, Stone toured India as a featured artist at the Bharat Sangeet Utsav Pan-Indian Music Festivals, collaborating with many preeminent Carnatic musicians. In 2015, he was a clinician and adjudicator at Education Africa's 4th International Marimba and Steel Pan Festival in Johanesburg, South Africa and this past summer Stone was a featured clinician and performer for the Quito International Percussion Festival in Ecuador.
Inspired by his extensive travels, performances, and studies, Stone recently launched the Mark Stone Trio. The trio performs new music drawing on Stone's wide-ranging compositional influences, stretching from American jazz to traditional African music and classical Indian music to European concert music. The group has been featured at the Percussive Arts Society International Convention and the annual International Society of Improvising Musicians conference, in addition to numerous universities, festivals, and concert venues.
As co-founder and partner of Jumbie Records, Stone has produced and recorded twelve albums. Through Jumbie Records, he has sponsored annual music festivals in Ghana and Uganda, and produced many world music festivals in New York and Detroit. Stone is an Associate Professor at Oakland University where he coordinates the world music and percussion programs, while teaching courses in ethnomusicology and international studies. His research on Ugandan music has been published in African Music, the Journal of the International Library of African Music in South Africa.


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This week's Barnado's report, Breaking the Cycle, comes as no surprise to me. I've argued before against the demonisation of children and none so heartfelt as when I wrote this post – Our Kids.
Yep, it's pretty clear that Britain's adults simply do not like children and there is an increasingly intolerant and negative attitude towards our youngsters.
The Barnado's Believe in Children campaign is highly commendable and asks us . . . can you believe in troublesome children too?
Some might say that children who are troublesome or engage in anti-social behaviour can be difficult to believe in. Barnardo's argues that it is these children who need our support. Most children in trouble are trapped in a cycle of disadvantage. Children who start down a path of bad behaviour can be helped to change direction.
•they come from the poorest families and communities
•they have the poorest educational experiences
•they are more likely to suffer ill health and substance abuse.
We really ought to take a good look at the appalling behaviour of many adults before we rush to judge and condemn our youngsters. How can it be helpful to use hostile and hateful language and make sweeping accusations of unruliness against our children? What does it do for their self-esteem and what kind of example is it setting for them? This public intolerance of youngsters is almost as hypocritical as it is unreasonable and it will simply make our kids feel even more estranged.
Most kids are not bad but if we tell them how bad they are for long enough and refuse to believe in them, how can we ever expect them to believe in themselves?


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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Stir-Fried Noodles with Shrimp and Herbs
by Eva
We have Thai basil and regular basil growing steadily now (except for the Japanese beetles chowing down on them every night), and the All-Local Farmers Market always has local shrimp lately, so I made this herby stir fry. I marinated the shrimp in a little lime juice and fish sauce first. Then I stir fried onions, red peppers, and rice noodles (already soaked and cooked), then stir fried the shrimp and a bunch of basil, then added a sauce of soy sauce, fish sauce, and sugar. I served it over lettuce and more basil, plus some mint.
It was one of my more successful stir fries -- instead of the wok, I used a giant skillet, which made much more sense since we have one of those awful flat-top ranges. Since the skillet was bigger than the burner, I could move things on and off the hot part of the pan just like with a wok over a gas burner.
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- Annie said...
That looks amazing. Bet it was great!
- June 18, 2008 at 8:25:00 PM PDT
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This is something. A tip of the hat to Lynn, who emailed a link to Grist.org's coverage — written by journalist David Gumpert of TheCompletePatient.com fame. This is more than timely — for years, raw dairy farmers in certain states have been shamefully set upon for producing raw milk for sale to the public.
As ex-Californians who -gasp!- consume raw milk (which is legal to sell in California but under fire there and elsewhere), we've covered some of these issues (various articles here), we're pleased to see a direct line of attack on this foolish but damaging behavior. As the article states:
The suit is notable for seeking to shift the focus of the interstate raw milk prohibition to consumers from farmers, where the FDA has focused its efforts, most notably in prosecuting the largest raw dairy in the country, Organic Pastures Dairy Co. in California, for selling milk outside its home state. The agency was behind a criminal case against the dairy, which ended with a guilty plea last year and an agreement by the dairy to confine its sales to California, and a civil case, which is still pending. The agency has also been active behind the scenes in urging crackdowns on raw milk in Michigan, Ohio, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and New York, among other states.
And, more to the point:
That the FDA is singling out raw milk for special harsh treatment. According to the suit, "There is nothing in the PHSA [Public Health Service Act] that authorizes the FDA to find that a product that is legal to sell in more than half the States and where it is legal to consume in all 50 States should be banned as a 'communicable disease' or 'illness' particularly when there are other foods in the United States that cause more cases of foodborne illness."
Read the full article here: Farmer-consumer group challenges FDA authority to ban interstate raw-milk sales.
Lastly, the Farm-to-Consumer Legal Defense Fund's website lists various issues and petitions; it's a get-involved kind of organization protecting consumer rights, food safety and the like.
It's a good thing; otherwise, we have a too-slow government that sees no wrong in processed "food" and pills and prescriptions as a way of life … but vilifies raw milk, even though our ancestors lived on it throughout their lives.
Tsk, tsk.
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We have been consuming raw milk over 30 years. We currently have two Jersey's and a cow share program that requires the herd share owner to milk the cows himself and take home all the milk he gets from the cows. We also have a farm share.
I would like to see mro efarms dong this so that consumers will be made aware of the hard work involved..
Interesting idea, Dusty. I'm sure that having to milk your own cows would bring home just how much work it is. :)
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Bravo!! About time the tables got turned on this gang of goons.
Here in Canada, raw milk producers, like myself, have the same problem with the health authorities. If they say we're guilty >> WE'RE GUILTY…NO IFS, ANDS, OR BUTS ABOUT IT…PERIOD << It's an arbitrary decision that does not involve a court process. The health authorities don't stop there though. Harrassment, crippling fines, liens on your property, jail time and it ends only when they're satisfied.
Sorry to hear that, Kat. I hope things straighten out soon.
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Any beliefs expressed throughout my story are not my own. They are simply unique to the characters and their personalities. Just wish to clarify that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or anything related to it. If I did, FF12 would already be getting a direct PS2 or PS3 sequel. I also don't own any other anime, manga, or game that I take elements or characters from.
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"Blah" = thoughts, writing, sound effects, or flashbacks
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"Sorry, Cid. They broke me."
Before the Rev even had time to blink, he immediately grasped that he was surrounded. He turned his head slowly around, so as not to give off any sign of sudden attack, and gathered the sight of his captors that the light of a nearby streetlamp allowed: A Seeq Lanista covered in winding black tattoos stood next to a Bangaa Bishop. To their right, a Viera Assassin, her garbs dyed the darkest blue, stood with arms crossed. Lastly, two forms walked out from the shadow underneath the bridge. The first, a traditional Black Mage with gnarled, wooden rod in hand; the second, a Hume wrapped in the white cloths and robes of the Paladin.
Cid's eyes widened unconsciously as Crow and Raven approached, and the latter did no more than smirk before uttering his words.
"Been a while, hasn't it Cid?"
Cid surrounded!
Ensei Rou
Is a terrible thing to shoulder
Chapter Forty Seven: Night Without Melodies
There was only silence in the few elongated moments after Raven's words. Cid simply stood motionless without a sound, eyes now locked on the empty space just above Barley's head and retracted from their widened state. The streetlamp in close proximity gave just enough illumination to show the right half of his face, which had now curved into a smirk. Seeing this, the Paladin made a gesture for everyone to halt their gradual advance and as he did, the Rev began chuckling to himself loud enough for his assailants to hear.
At length, the laughter died down into extended breaths, and the White Monk finally issued words from his mouth. "Yes it has. Then again, last time we met you killed one of my friend's comrades." Immediately, his voice became cold and threatening, laced with murderous intent. "You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand."
The other placed a hand within grabbing distance of their respective weapons, though the Paladin made no defensive move at the man's words, instead leisurely walking forward. "It takes more than strength for a beast to slay a bird, Cid. You and I both know any retaliation will result in your death."
"Not that you're planning to let me leave alive."
"You know us too well." He admitted with a chuckle. "Seeing as you understand your imminent demise, it'd be easier if you just hand over the stone." The Hume's face adopted a sinister grin, and he licked his lips. "I have a thing against prying from cold, dead hands."
Cid looked down and chuckled once more. "As much as I care for your preferences, I'm afraid I've misplaced the stone."
"Don't toy with us, Revgaji." The Lanista stepped forward and leveled a piercing stare at the Clan Gully leader. "We got no time to be playin' games."
"Who's playing games?" He answered back rhetorically. "I must have forgotten to grab it before I came. Feel free to search me if you want." Just as the Rev raised his bulging arms into the air, Raven sent a nod to Crow and the spellcaster warily made his way over. A quick inspection followed suit, and the mage could only shake his head after the Paladin sent a questioning look his way.
"So you really don't have it…" The sinister smile that had so far dominated Raven's features disappeared in an instant, replaced by an un-amused scowl and narrowed eyes full of concentrated malice. Even Cid found himself transfixed by the gaze, more particularly as the man's sclera began to take on a shade of solid black, irises a deeper gold than Adelle's own.
The Paladin took a step, then another, keeping a slow pace while gradually drawing his Knightsword from its sheath. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped, just as Crow called out to him. "Calm yourself, Raven."
"You dare to give me orders, pawn?" His voice was low, containing a ravenous, unearthly tone quite different from what it had been only seconds ago. It was as if two separate voices spoke simultaneously, and the Black Mage honestly had no clue as to the other's identity.
"Of c-course not." The spellcaster did his best to keep his words even. "But I cannot allow you to eliminate him. Not when we could use him as a bargaining chip." At his words, Raven seemed to begin at calming down after a period of stillness. His normal eye color returned with as much haste as it had vanished, though the mage still found himself wondering what exactly had just transpired. Either way, upon seeing the man in a stable condition, he finished. "His clan would no doubt offer the stone in exchange for his safe return."
A brief silence emerged, mixing in with the stillness of the midnight hour. Finally, Raven resheathed his SavetheQueen in a quick flourish and spun around, a small gust causing his cape to billow. "Very well. Restrain him; we return to base."
Following orders, Barley approached Cid, a medium length piece of woven rope in his paws. The Rev begrudgingly held his hands out, completely aware of the futility in trying to mount an escape at this point. The other members began to follow after Raven, though Crow stayed behind, watching as the Moogle slowly began to coil the rope around his wrists.
"How could you have forgotten the magicite?" Barley's whisper lacked the biting edge Cid had expected it to have; rather filled with concern, an odd notion considering the betrayal just moments ago.
"You and I both know I didn't forget that stone." The Rev's voice was even, maintaining a matter-of-fact sort of tone. "I just couldn't let Raven get his hands on it."
His reply threw the Moogle off guard, eyes widened in realization. He resumed his tying motions moments later, anger more prevalent in his whisper. "When did you figure it out…?"
"The moment you asked me to drop by the shop. An appraiser like you would have the tools you need at home. You always were a bad liar. Suppose that's why I trusted you so much."
Barley could only pause, tone now strained. "…If you knew it was a trap…then why did you even show up?"
"If I hadn't, they would have killed you."
At the revelation, the Moogle ceased moving, not being able to meet the Revgaji's eyes. Then, he stepped to the right, continuing until he reached the steps of his appraisal shop. The sound of trickling water solely filled the silence of the night, and Crow kept an uneasy eye on him. At last, he spoke, his back facing towards the Black Mage.
"Can you take him back for me…?"
With that, he tugged on the handle and stepped inside, the oaken door closing with a soft click behind him. Crow watched the door silently for a moment, then turned to Cid, whose expression had not changed since his last words. The mage finally placed a hand on the ropes securing his wrists, leading Cid down the street and into the blackness of the night.
The rain fell continuously, driving into the paved flagstones of a solid Grazton sidewalk. The visual density of the clouds above, an unyielding canopy of grey without a break in sight, suggested a thunderstorm, though not a trace of lightning snaked its way throughout. Only the soft pitter-patter of an early fall shower brought sound to the otherwise empty area he traversed.
His gloved hand found its way to the top of his head, ruffling out the water-logged black strands that couldn't seem to stay out of his line of sight. Not that it was easy to see regardless. The rain's intensity, mixed with a shallow morning fog, seemed to block all attempts at spying anything more than thirty feet ahead. Spillover from the now flooding canal nearby did nothing to assist in travel, which was already labored down by the stuffed, burlap sack hung over his shoulder, filled with a variety of living essentials. Nevertheless, he pressed onward, thankful for purchasing weather-protected boots as they sloshed through the walkway's rising water level.
The words were successful in drawing the dark haired man's attention, and his eyes moved toward the dim alleyway to his right. There, leaned up against overflowing trash can, lay a brown skinned, muscular figure. The golden locks that adorned his head were riddled with the mud that covered most of his lower half. The man's lips parted and his eyes widened. Most of his fitted shirt, particularly around his sternum, was soaked a deep crimson, and the hand gripping his left pectoral gave hint at his affliction.
The man finished his previous sentence, breath labored and voice strained.
"You mind…helping me to a doctor?"
Ensei's eyes snapped open and he shot forward, discarding blanket and sheet from his torso. His bare chest, littered with aged scars, rose and fell with each decreasingly haggard breath he took.
Meanwhile, his eyes scanned the confines of the hotel bedroom. Twin, king sized beds lay over polished oak floors, their headboards pressed against the wall to the left of the exit. Early morning light filtered in through the room's only window, dulled somewhat by the closed scarlet curtains. Piled in the corner was gathering of carnival prizes and stuffed toys; presumably won from the many escapades of the night's trip to the boardwalk. Nothing of note seemed particularly out of place.
He noticed the cold beads of sweat that had emerged from his skin, deciding it was best to partake of the local washroom to prepare himself for the day. As he threw the remainder of the covers from his legs and swiveled, he spied the orderly, vacant bed of his clan's co-leader.
And the single piece of Whitesilver Magicite lying upon it.
He paused for only a few seconds, though to him it seemed an eternity, reading the note penned on a crumpled piece of paper beside it.
Leave while you still can. Don't look for me.
Then, without a word, he made his way to the washroom and began on the morning rituals. To their credit, the hotel held many complementary grooming supplies which the Hume made sure to capitalize on. With that and a quick dip in a fire-magicite heated tub, he threw on his signature outfit, pocketed the mystical jewel left behind, and made for the hallway stairs, katana resting at his left hip.
"Good morning, father." Kanin chimed, watching the man pelt down the staircase into the lobby of the Baybold Hotel. She and the other members of the clan sat positioned around a rectangular, wood hewn table, each engaging in conversation or burying their faces into the free breakfast provided by the establishment.
"Morning." A lengthy yawn preceding a smile accompanied his response as he lovingly ruffled her straightened blonde hair. He grabbed the empty seat to her right.
"Hey, where is Cid?" Luso asked in between mouthfuls of whatever he could fit onto one spoon at a time. "Haven't seen him since he left last night."
Ensei paused at the boy's question for a moment, keeping his face locked in its unconcerned manner. "He left earlier this morning. Said something about getting a head start on preparations for our departure. He'll probably be gone all day."
"That's too bad." Adelle remarked. "He'll miss out on the Baron's party tonight. It's not every day commoners like us get invited to something this ritzy." Her eyes found their way to Vili and Cheney, who sat diagonally across from her. "Speaking of which, are you two coming? The invitation was for the whole clan."
"Beltorey, huh?" Cheney leaned back in his seat, a hand finding his chin. "I don't know what you guys did to get invited to something like this, but you can count me in."
"I…think I'll sit this one out…" Vili's response garnered attention from the entirety of the table, prompting an explanation. She averted her eyes, and behind a blush crept upon her unmasked cheeks. "I'm not used to stuff like this, and I don't even have a dress."
"Oh don't worry about that. We're going shopping for dresses right after breakfast. You can come with us." The silver haired girl countered effortlessly, throwing the Viera off guard.
"But I…"
"No buts." Adelle nodded to Kanin and with a smile both girls stood, walking over to the Assassin and grabbing hold of a bicep. With a heave, they lifted her, heading for the door amidst her continued protests, causing Luso and Hurdy to chuckle under their breath. "There's no telling how long this will take. We'll meet you all at Beltorey's front gate."
"That reminds me." Ensei pondered aloud, turning to the brown haired adolescent. "As much as I'd like to wear this, we'll need something nicer too. You and Hurdy go and get the bag of gil on the counter." With a nod, the Hume and Moogle stood and quickly marched up the stairwell, leaving Ensei and Cheney alone at the table. A silence ensued at that point, filled only by the background hum of the other lobby patrons, a higher class than the general swashbuckling lot that was a common sight in the port city.
At length, Ensei spoke, hands supporting the back of his head, eyes staring off at the wall farthest from him. "About what Cid said last night…"
"It's alright." The Hunter replied evenly, bringing a relieved smile to the Parivir's face before switching for a more confused look. "I'm not angry. Things just got a little heated, but I've since cooled down. "
"Good to hear." Ensei's tone adopted a more somber, reassuring feel. "He understands where you're coming from, Cheney, though ever since St. Galleria…he's done his best to be more cautious. Angering a poaching operation could bring retaliation. If we were a clan of adults, there'd be no question about supporting you, but Cid and I are responsible for the lives of these kids."
"I understand." The Hunter conceded with a sigh after a few moments, standing.
"Of course, if we make good time leaving tonight after the party, Cid could wheel the kids out of Grazton and harm's way for us." The raven-haired man's mouth formed a wolfish grin. "I'm sure you and I could sneak back in and…wreak some havoc."
Cheney's face remained placid before a similar sinister look crossed his face, and with a nod he made his way over to the door. Ensei leaned back in his chair, expelling a heavy, somber sigh and pupils wandering up to the ceiling.
"We're not leaving without you, Cid."
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"Are they coming? It's almost time." Luso Clemens asked in slight annoyance. He gestured toward his outfit: black pants and shoes, a white long sleeve collared shirt, and a black vest with embroidering the same scarlet as the red cap he had decided to leave behind at the hotel. His male comrades, all dressed in similar fashions of differing colors, gave him their attention. "We were done in less than thirty minutes. How long does it take to buy a dress?"
"Longer than you'd think." Ensei replied in a joking fashion, though noting the hidden truth within the statement at the recollection of shopping with Kanin. "Relax. I'm sure they'll be here soon."
The two Hume sword wielders, Hurdy, and Cheney all stood outside the grand Beltorey Manse's gate, a wrought iron, gold embroidered work of art that towered over their heads at a staggering eight feet. To its left and right, white brick stretched to their viewpoint's horizon, most likely encompassing the garden within. The boys, Luso particularly, grew slightly more impatient with each invited guest that approached, brandishing letters of admittance and handing them to the four guards stationed to prevent any unwelcome entry.
Hearing forthcoming giggling in the distance, Ensei directed his eyes down the canal that led to the front gate. There, mixed in with other future partygoers, walked the three familiar forms of their female comrades, and as they fully arrived before them, Adelle spoke.
"So, my fine gentlemen. How do we look?"
Eyes shifted firstly to the leading lady. Silky, crimson fabric, adorned with black petal designs, outlined her petite figure before flaring out just above her knees. Hands, covered with formfitting black lacy gloves that reached biceps, held onto a matching folding fan. Her hairstyle was more or less the same, with the addition of lacy rose in place of her usual cat-ear bow.
Ensei could not put into words how beautiful his daughter looked. Her dress was simple and elegant, a white strapless satin that hugged her frame to her waist and loosely billowed downward thereafter, shielding her feet from view.
Behind her stood Vili, and if the men hadn't known any better, they wouldn't have even recognized her. Her garment was much like Kanin's, colored a deep mauve with white lily designs placed strategically throughout. A semi-transparent shawl of the same hue wrapped around her shoulders, fixed together by a flower shaped brooch. Moonlight gave deep luminescence to her curled white hair, of which housed a single violet to complete the flower theme.
Mouths gaped open soon after the quick, silent appraisal of the trio, and Adelle performed a twirl-wink combination while Kanin and Vili both averted their eyes in embarrassment. With that, the group joined the line of waiting entrants at the gate, a quick inspection of their invitation and subsequent nods from the officials allowing them entry.
Luso could already hear the sounds inside the manor as his group began their trek through the manse's private gardens. Neatly trimmed emerald grass blanketed the area's entirety, broken only by stone paved walkways and the occasional stepping stones in the most remote reaches. Shrubbery and flora like the boy had not seen in the city littered the yard, providing varying swathes of color to shatter any semblance of monotony. At its heart sat a large fountain, a shallow pool at least fifteen feet in diameter with a conglomeration of marble angelic statues rising from its center, each one pouring water from his respective mouth or trumpet.
Lastly, on the farthest side from the gate sat the Chateau de Sempreverde, more commonly referred to as the Beltorey Manse. Winding tendrils of flowering ivy snaked their way up the white stonework that comprised the building's walls. The same angels that adorned the fountain dotted the mansion's solid grey roof, precariously perched on the edges or leaning against the many chimneys, as if posing for a painting.
Their short stroll through the grounds brought them to the buildings large open double doors, where two male butlers on either side greeted as they and other guests passed into the building proper.
"…W-Whoa…" Was all Luso could say. The sounds of glasses and light conversation washed over them as they entered, much louder than what he had been able to hear from the garden. Green and gold seemed to be the prevailing colors of choice, as evidenced by the wall designs and elaborate chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. A quintet of Moogles and Nu Mou provided background music from their position on a raised stage in the far left corner. To the musician's left sat a grand staircase which formed into a balcony, a portal to the narrow walkways that comprised the second floor.
"Now this…this is what I'm talking about." Adelle commented ecstatically, Kanin swearing the girl's eyes morphed into gil symbols. She swiveled around to the rest of the group, waving and smiling innocently as she walked away. "Well I'm off to chat up rich, handsome bachelors."
"She never changes, does she?" Ensei remarked aloud with a smirk before stretching out his arms, beginning to move right at a diagonal. "If you need me, I'll be over by the buffet stealing tomorrow's dinner."
Luso, Kanin, Cheney, and Hurdy all stared blankly at his retreating form. "You're no better than she is…"
"Guess we'll split up from here." Cheney said, offering a hand to Vili, who only stared at him curiously. "Shall we dance?"
"Oh no. I couldn't d-" The Hunter latched on to her wrist without allowing her to finish, dragging her along towards the center of the room, causing Luso, Hurdy, and Kanin to snicker under their breath.
Following that, Hurdy held out a hand to Kanin in a similar manner after performing a mock bow. "I would be honored to dance with you, Sir Hurdy." She giggled, returning the gesture with a curtsy, then looked over to Luso with a smile. "And you owe me a dance before the night is over, Mr. Clemens."
He sent back a nod of his own, and the Moogle and Feol Viera set out in the same direction as Cheney and Vili. The Hume boy scanned his surroundings for a moment, then shrugged, figuring he could take a walk around until he found something of worth to do.
On his mostly aimless trek, the Fighter took the time to observe the other party patrons. Upwards of two hundred people, all supposedly esteemed guests of monetary or political power, either formed groups to chat or joined partners in sophisticated dances in a reserved space near the gargantuan hall's center. Even from his position near the edge of the room, he could spot the lofty ears of Vili swishing about as Cheney, the most seasoned dancer of the clan, took the lead.
The racial makeup of the attendees was varied, though a notably low number of Bangaa and Seeq persisted, which on further thought was not all surprising. Common consensus proved that the gruff beings were not usually identified as ritzy socialites, further enhanced by the Seeq's fascination of obtaining lustrous trinkets, usually stealing. That was only hearsay to his ears, though. The only portly being he had ever known on a name basis was Sir Loin, and he had rarely displayed such greedy quirks. Then again, it would explain where Adelle inherited her avaricious personality.
Luso was shaken from his internal musings by the sight of four familiar faces standing near one of the thick marble columns that held the second story walkway. The first two were both blondes of different shades, one in a black collared shirt and pants, the other in a navy blue, form-hugging dress that exploded into ruffles right above her knee. Of the latter two, the boy only recognized one face, the benefactor of the party and owner of the mansion, dressed in an unusually light manner for a man of such wealth.
"Ah, Luso. Good to see all of you made it." Baron Beltorey called enthusiastically, gesturing for the boy to join their conversation circle. "I'm sure you already know Vaan and Penelo." After exchanging waves with the two sky pirates, Luso turned the final man just as Beltorey introduced him.
A messy conglomeration of dirty blonde hair adorned the man's head, framing dark brown eyes and the healthy Caucasian complexion of his face. His steadfast poise seemed to match his butler-esque attire, and his eyes always seemed to be moving, constantly vigilant, scanning the makeup of his surroundings.
Personal Assistant and Head Bodyguard of Baron Beltorey: Fasullo
"And this is the leader of my guard division." Beltorey continued. Without a word, the man performed a brief bow out of courtesy, which Luso returned a moment later. "As you can see, he's not much of a talker, though he's the best at what he does."
Vaan smirked, taking a sip from the wine in his hand. "He better be. After all, we're the best at what we do."
"Unable to forgo the temptations of treasures for a night, eh?" The Baron mimicked the young man's gesture. "Feel free to try. I refuse to have the JDP interfere with my gathering, though I won't promise my hired hands will keep their peace."
"Wouldn't have it any other way. What's a treasure you don't work for?"
"Are you sure you should be asking that?" Luso sent him an even stare and Penelo couldn't help but giggle at his statement, earning her a less-than-pleased scowl from her partner in crime. The brown haired boy directed his attention back to the gathering's proprietor. "So what is this party for, Baron sir?"
"A social event, nothing more." He replied in good spirits. "With the palace's festival drawing nearer and the recent addition of St. Galleria into Jylland's fold, I thought it a prime instance to acquaint myself with the various ambassadors that have already arrived." His eyes widened for a moment, and a smile graced his lips. "Speaking of St. Galleria, your clan has been quite the topic since the incident with Vaticus Finch."
"So that was you guys?" Penelo's eyebrow quirked, directing her attention to the boy, who replied with a nod. "I read about that in the papers. What actually happened there?"
"This and that." Luso replied with a lazy shrug. "It'd be boring to go over it all."
"You'll go far with that humility, boy."
The distinct voice surprised him, causing him to twitch. Slowly, he turned around towards its source as did the other assembled group members.
She was beautiful in the purest sense of the word. Porcelain skin gained a sort of luminescence under the chandelier light. The glow of a nearby sconce danced within the confines of her cerulean eyes, enclosed by cropped, shoulder length locks of an even deeper blue. A plum-hued dress, embroidered with various white, elaborate swirls, hugged her lithe frame. She walked with a certain air of pride, higher than commoners but lacking the pompous ambiance of nobility; rather, she exuded one feeling and one feeling only.
Power. Absolute power.
Head of the Highwind Shipwright Company and Carm Mercantile: Illua von Zoldycke
A mysterious woman approaches Luso…
(Author's Notes)
Wow, it really has been this long. College really does drain time I could spend on writing. Apologies on the admittedly long wait. Anyway, I'm beginning the next chapter the moment this is posted, so hopefully it will be updated soon.
Next few chapters will be very influential, so don't miss them!


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To Vaclav Havel, government wasn't about a well-oiled economy or keeping the streets safe and clean, but whether the system allowed people to live with integrity.
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Czechoslovakia, though it no longer exists, remains a symbol of courageous resistance and sensible conflict resolution
North Korean leader Kim Jong Il and Czech leader Vaclav Havel, although political opposites, shared some things in common.
North Korean leader Kim Jong Il and Czech leader Vaclav Havel occupied the opposite ends of the political continuum.


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Research Project
Grant-in-Aid for Scientific Research (C)
In this research project, the investigator conducted a comparative study on the legal systems for resolving and preventing the child custody disputes between parents, with special emphasis on the child abduction cases.Child custody disputes are becoming one of the most serious problems in the field of family law not only in Japan but also in many other countries. In particular, the child abduction by parents, which is sometimes called legal kidnapping," has attracted special attention in international scenes.The investigator collected and analyzed relevant materials for the above-mentioned comparative study. The most important ones are on the following topics :(1) recent Japanese jurisprudence, which strictly limits the use ol Habeas Corpus Act for the child custody disputes; and(2) Hague Convention of 1980 on Civil Aspects of International Child Abduction.Through the analysis, the investigator came to the conclusion that the basic structure of the Hague Child Abduction Convention should be useful and efficient to resolve and prevent the child abduction not only on the international level but also in domestic situations. The Convention, aiming at prompt and systematic return of the abducted children to the place from which the child was taken away, separates the problem of deciding who should have the child custody (parental rights) from the problem of abduction resolution. This basis structure of the Convention has been functioning very well. Although Japan has not yet ratified the Convention, we could learn a lot from this Convention and its implementations by the contracting States.
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We know we played Call of Duty, Medal of Honor, and other military games. There is one military game out there, and it does not revolve around guns. This one deals with giant robots. This game is call RAD: Robot Alchemic Drive. This game is not made in America. It is made Japan. It not done by Activision or EA. This game is done by Square Enix. The creators who did Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, and Kingdom Hearts.
This game is not for kids,this and it is not a first person shooter game. This game is a fighting game. The story is about bunch of giant aliens robot that have come to earth to destroy the human race. The giant alien robots are called Volgara. The humans are building a giant robots to destroy Volgara. It up to humans to stop the Volgara, otherwise there home planet will get destroyed. In this game, you choose from three characters to play. The three character are Naoto, Ryo, and Yui. I play Naoto and Yui. Yui is a cute Japanese anime girl. She is really hot.
When you are playing this game you see lots of anime characters and anime design. The anime character designer is know Toshihiro Kawamoto. He did this one and Cowboy Bebop. The gameplay looks pretty good, but the graphics look great. I like the graphics and the details of this game. The battleground is not in America or Afghanistan. The battleground in this game is in Japan. This game take place a thousand years from now. So, if you run a mission, then you have to fight in Senjo. That city is not real. You will get to fight in Tokyo, as well. This will take a long time to beat. There fifty-four missions in this game.
When you are playing this game you will see what is going today. In this game, you will see a bunch of politicians fighting over money. You will see a bunch of rich people being greedy. You are at war with the Volgara, and you see the economy going downhill in this game. You will see food prices will up. If you want robot game that fight other robots or if you want to learn more about the politics, play RAD: Robot Alchemic Drive. This game is way better than Call of Duty.


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The South by Southwest Interactive Conference drew hundreds of food professionals, mostly to the Driskill Hotel, which was home base for the conference's SouthBites track. Here are recaps from two panels over the weekend. Go to food.blog.austin360.com for more recaps, videos and scene reports.
Andrew Zimmern, the former chef and television host behind "Bizarre Foods," and Josh Tetrick, CEO of Hampton Creek, returned to South by Southwest Interactive this year to follow up on a conversation they've been having for years about how to transform the food system.
Last year, the pair presented together at SXSW about eating less meat. This year, the subject was the global food system at large, the problems it faces and how innovation might be able to solve some of those problems.
"Eating well is a class issue," Zimmern said. We talk about people in the U.S. not having access to food, but that problem is exacerbated in countries where there is civil or political strife, or mass migration issues.
"People are starving because of distribution, but they live in parts of the world where everything grows year round," Zimmern said.
Tetrick, whose company had a high-profile run-in with the FDA last year about whether Hampton Creek could call an egg-free sandwich spread mayo (his company won), had lots of encouragement for the makers and entrepreneurs in the room.
"There are so many opportunities for social good in food entrepreneurship," Tetrick said. "Not enough smart people who want to be makers are looking at the world of food. You can make money and do good at the same time."
After receiving questions from attendees about his thoughts on equitable nutrition, food waste and training new farmers, Tetrick pointed out that all of those questions represent problems in food that need more people trying to solve.
For example, growing different kinds of crops — and creating market opportunities to use those crops — could help vulnerable communities handle climate change and disruptions to the market.
"We can hire farmers in third- and fourth-world countries to grow the crops needed to make things like Hampton Creek products and sell it at a price that low-income Americans can afford," Tetrick said.
Tetrick said that although he understands why people rally around a single food issue, such as genetically modified crops, we can spark greater global change when we understand and think about the food system as a whole, and from perspectives that are not our own.
Zimmern and Tetrick, who are both white, addressed their privilege and talked openly about the race and class implications of this conversation about food. Even though they both operate in a food world driven by people who already have money and access to just about any kind of food imaginable, they were persuasive in their passion for making food more equitable for everyone. "How do we make it easy for a single mom in Alabama on food stamps to eat well? We think about that every day," Tetrick said.
Cutting down on food waste
On a dairy farm in Vermont, the circular economy is thriving.
That's the term for an industrial system that produces no waste. Though closed loop systems are a goal for many manufacturing companies, in the food industry, gaps in the system have led to massive quantities of food waste.
Just how massive? More than 133 billion pounds of food, about 40 percent of the amount of food that moves through the U.S. food system.
We've seen a major push in the past few years for consumers to love their leftovers, buy only what they need, compost the food waste they do produce and, in the face of details about their inaccuracy, even ignore expiration dates.
So what can we learn from a dairy farm in Vermont about reducing food waste? Farmer Marie Audet, who on Sunday joined panelists from Feeding America, Kroger and the Environmental Protection Agency at South by Southwest, explained how they've tweaked their farm to create more energy than it uses.
The 130 or so cows produce milk for sale, but their waste is converted into energy, and the byproducts of that process are used as fertilizer for the soil and bedding for the cows. Audet said that by converting that waste into fuel, they produce enough energy for 400 to 500 homes.
It isn't enough to make safe, affordable milk any more, she said. Today, she has to do so in a way that has as little environmental impact as possible. Twenty percent of her cows' diet comes from food waste, including pellets made with citrus pulp leftover from juicing or spent grains from beer brewing.
At Kroger, the largest traditional grocer in the U.S. but which has only a few locations in Texas, the store donates millions of pounds to food banks in the Feeding America network. Most grocery stores donate their excess food to food banks, but Kroger takes it a step further by turning food it can't donate into biogas, a compressed natural gas that powers trucks and stores.
One of the greatest barriers to reducing food waste is changing consumer expectations. Suzanne Lindsay-Walker, the director of sustainability with Kroger, said that they have to meet customer demands for the perfect shiny apple but that many stores now sell imperfect produce at a reduced price.
"Those cultural norms are starting to shift," she said. "We all have a part to play in this."
The panel moderator, Ashley Zanolli with the EPA, talked about how different kinds of cooks contribute to the food waste problems, from the adventurous overachieving cook who might buy too much at the store and not be able to use it all before it goes bad to the cautious cook who tosses anything even close to an expiration date or who looks at a piece of produce past its prime and throws it away, rather than find a way to utilize it in a soup or a smoothie.


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Stripe painting will require short-term ramp and lane closings today along I-475 in West Toledo, the Ohio Department of Transportation announced.
Starting at noon, work crews will paint new lane stripes on the ProMedica Parkway entrance to westbound I-475, the westbound I-475 exit to Douglas Road, and the Douglas entrance to eastbound I-475. After that, starting about 2 p.m., varying lane closings — in addition to long-term work-zone closings — will occur on I-475 between I-75 and Monroe Street for stripe painting.
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Events Marketing Manager
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- Reading, Berkshire
- Salary
- £35,500
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- 11 Oct 2016
- Closes
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- Contract Type
- Contract
- Work Experience Level
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- Marketing Manager
A Multinational Technology firm is looking for an Events Marketing Manager, specialising in digital and in-person events, to join their Marketing division in Reading. This a fixed-term contract, to start asap, till June 30th 2017.
The role is part of a new events team encompassing all UK events in one central service, reporting to the Events Lead.
You will lead the marketing of the customer engagement events programme and work with a virtual team of local and global marketing stakeholders to design and execute event marketing strategies and programmes in person and digitally.
- Cover the marketing and demand generation of all events both digital and in-person
- Grow the audience for flagship events
- Work closely with the data team to drive insights to inform planning
- Leverage business analytics and relevant metrics to drive business impact
- Ensure events strategy is aligned to business outcomes
- Work closely with other teams to ensure the right audiences are attending each event
- Be able to effectively manage budgets with a clear ROI
What they're looking for:
- Established related event marketing experience
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Every fitness activity, such as walking or jogging, burns calories, but some burn more per minute than others. And the more intense the pace, regardless of the activity, the faster you'll burn those calories. Finally, your burn rate is affected by your weight — the more you weigh, the more you'll burn in the same amount of time. Here are popular fitness activity choices using a base weight of a person weighing 150 pounds and the average amount of time it takes to burn 150 calories. (Values are approximate)
Play Leisure Activities
You don't have to play a hard-charging sport to burn calories. You can:
Golf and carry your own clubs for 24 minutes
Play ping pong or chase your kids around the playground for 33 minutes
Toss a Frisbee for 44 minutes
Different levels of intensity will burn 150 calories:
Ride at a vigorous pace of 14 to 16 miles per hour for 14 minutes
Ride at a moderate pace of 12 to 14 miles per hour for 17 minutes
Ride at an easy pace of 10 to 12 miles per hour for 22 minutes
Outdoor Activities
Enjoying nature can be healthy in more ways than one. You'll burn 150 calories if you:
Hike for 22 minutes
Go whitewater rafting or kayaking for 26 minutes
Ride a horse for 52 minutes
Getting from here to there and back again by foot can help you stay fit. Burn calories by walking:
At a brisk pace for 35 minutes
At a medium pace for 38 minutes
At a slow pace for 53 minutes
Water Sports
Time spent in the swimming pool burns calories efficiently:
Swim at a vigorous pace for 13 minutes
Swim at a moderate pace for 19 minutes
Do water aerobics for 33 minutes
Fitness Classes
Don't limit yourself to aerobics — these fun fitness choices can burn 150 calories:
Practice karate, kickboxing, or tae kwon do for 14 minutes
Strengthen your core with Pilates for 22 minutes
Relax with a mind-body practice such as tai chi or yoga for 33 minutes
Showing off your moves can help you stay in shape. Each dance offers its own rate of calorie burn; to use 150 calories you'll need to do:
Ballet for 22 minutes
Disco dancing for 24 minutes
Line dancing for 30 minutes
Slow-paced ballroom dancing for 44 minutes
Cold Weather Fitness Activities
Winter sports offer wonderful opportunities to burn calories. Go:
Cross-country skiing for 17 minutes
Sledding for 19 minutes
Downhill skiing for 22 minutes
Yard Work
Outdoor chores will provide a 150-calorie burn when you:
Shovel snow by hand for 22 minutes
Spade your garden for 26 minutes
Push a power lawn mower for 30 minutes
Rake leaves for 33 minutes