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Hey people. So, I'll just do the rituals and
run away to hide let y'all read. If you haven't been following the series, use this link here to read up on all you've missed and for those who don't know, the series is jointly written by @cikk0 and I. You can check out his blog here.
Kemi's crib
"So how did it go?" Kemi asked. Jade seemed distracted but suddenly snapped back into the present. "What?" she asked.
"The date with Charles?" Kemi tried to scan Jade's face.
"Oh that?"
"No. Of course that. Now shpeel. How did it go?" Jade's face was completely devoid of expression as she started to reply:
"In one word, it was…"
* * *
"Beautiful, just utterly beautiful," Jade breathed as she touched the orchids that lined the pathway to the building. As she arrived at the entrance, she looked up at the sign: "Derrick's."
"I can see you're pulling out all the stops," Jade chimed as she stepped into the luxurious culinary wonderland that was Derrick's.
"How I for do na?" Charles replied. His eyes were bright with excitement. Someone was giddy tonight.
They were shown to a table and were not quite seated when Charles pulled out his phone. "Vibration." He explained quickly as he maneuvered his track-pad. He was typing while he navigated his frame into the chair. Jade helped herself into her chair as well. Without Charles' assistance. She suppressed a frown. Charles was not on his best behaviour today.
"What are you typing, Cha-cha?" He rose his face to meet Jade's glare. He couldn't have looked more culpable if the letters G-U-I-L-T-Y were stamped on his forehead.
"Erm. Nothing. Sorry." And right at that moment, the awkwardness started.
"Entreés!" announced a waiter from behind Charles. Startled, he turned abruptly. Unfortunately, the waiter was already quite close. Charles, inadvertently it seemed, hit him with his elbow.
The tray clattered to the floor…
University Of Lagos 11 years ago…
"Choi! See babe!" Promise whispered.
"As in…" Charles replied.
"Champagne, go holler the babe na." Champagne. One of many nicknames Charles hated.
"Mouth dey pain you?" Charles shot back
"Guy don't fall my hand. You are the campus chairman na. Head of the Women Organizing Committee. The only guy to pull a year five chic AND an extra year law student in his first year!"
"Oh. So that's why you guys started calling me a romancer of the elderly?!"
"Took you this long to figure it out eh?"
"Now, you're in year two. This bush meat should be a breeze for you." Promise goaded.
Charles took the bait. He walked towards her.
Charles was again looking at his phone; giggling to himself.
"Up here dude." Jade yelled.
"I'm so sorry, Jade. Chioma's been cracking me up all evening."
"Yeah. I noticed," she quipped,
"Come on, don't be like that. Okay. I promised you my full attention. And you've got it…" he trailed off as his phone beeped again. Without thinking, he looked at it again and touched his forehead as he bubbled with laughter."
"Always a jerk," Jade muttered,
* * *
"Hi my name is…"
"Charles." She finished for him.
"You know me?" Charles was shocked.
"Yes. I know you. Everyone knows you. Even freshmen."
"Ha. And what else do you know about me?" Charles asked
"I know that you have a small penis…" she giggled
"That is so not true! At its very worst, during haramttan, average. But when…"
"Calm down," she interrupted again. "I was just pulling your legs. The outer two not your third." Charles laughed in appreciation of a good tease. This was a smart one, he thought.
"Well played. And your name is?"
"Jadesola. But please call me Jade."
"Well, you already know my name is Charles…"
"Yeah, but can I call you Cha-cha? You know.. Sorta like brand new.. my new catch?"
Charles was shocked by her boldness.
* * *
Somehow, the bottle of red wine had toppled over and poured on the table. Also, said wine had speedily made its way across from Charles' end to Jade's. Her dress now looked like a crime scene. A few screams and wiping motions later, Charles offered:
"Look, Jade I'm sorry this isn't working out the way we planned,"
"You bet it isn't. Look at my dress! Oh dear Lord." Jade whimpered.
"I'm so sorry this wasn't the plan…"
And with that, it all made sense to her.
"You coward. You did this all on purpose didn't you?" She spat
"Of course not. How could I?"
And Jade stormed out.
Kemi's Crib
"No. Of course that. Now shpeel. How did it go?" Jade's face was completely devoid of expression as she started to reply:
"In one word it was…" Jade hesitated as she thought out the appropriate word. Kemi couldn't wait.
"Spit it out my friend. I don't have all day!"
"Kemi, it was fucking awful…"
"What?" Kemi was stupefied. "How bad?"
"I cried afterwards. That bad."
"Eek." Kemi's phone rang. She picked it. Jade watched.
"Hello. Hmm. Ok… WHAT? Are you even serious?" Kemi hung up. Kemi fumed. Jade was curious.
"That bastard Charles…" Kemi said
"What did he want?" Kemi shook her head. Kemi rolled her eyes. Kemi spoke.
"The name of the next girl…"
* * *
Charles put down the phone. Kemi and Jade would hate him for this but it was the best thing to do under the circumstances. He looked down and into Jade's stare. Those eyes, those crazy beautiful eyes. They did it for him now as they did all those years ago.
He opened the drawer from where it came and placed the old photograph back in…
There you go. So the story continues. Please use the comment box to share your thoughts and comments. Cheers.
She felt his chest rumble beneath her ear as he called her name. She sighed and curled closer to him. They were sharing the large armchair in his living room. His hands moved rhythmically across her back. She sighed again.
"Yes Ty?"
His hands paused.
"Let me in, S. Let me into your head."
They'd been together for four months. Samirah was one of those weird ones- The men didn't understand but wanted her even more fiercely. She chose Ty. Ty chose her. They fell in love. But Samirah still held a part of her back. They'd shared their bodies; their homes. But not that.
He'd shared his all. Told her everything. "I hate my family," he'd said. "I never want to see them again. Ever."
She'd consoled him but never let go of what he wanted the most. The part of her soul that was behind a thousand barriers, all made of steel.
"I love you, Ty."
"I know you do, Sam.. But… Talk to me. I'm here."
She turned her head so it was buried in his broad chest; her muffled words drifted up to him. "A long while ago.."
And she let go and let him in. Her fears. Her past. All. And when the tears fell freely; he cried with her. Reveling in her words. Not the words in themselves, but what saying them meant. She had given herself totally. To him.
And they took themselves, there on the carpeted floor in front of the armchair that now held significance- of two souls reaching out and melding into each other. For life.
The white walls were a sharp contrast to her purple kaftan. Her hair was standing around her pale face. Dark circles underneath her slanted eyes.
She found the doctor. He looked down at her kindly.
"Where is he?" Her voice came out in a whisper. A crack in her voice. "Is he dead? Just tell me."
"No. But are you family?"
She let out a sharp breath. "Yes. Yes, I am."
Tears slipped down her face. Relief, evident in her dark eyes.
The doctor frowned; hesitated then said-
"Come with me."
He was sitting up in bed, smiling at some stranger.
He looked right at her. Then looked away.
She walked in. "Ty.."
"Who are you?" The stranger asked harshly. "Who is she, John?" He asked the doctor.
The doctor frowned again. "Sorry Kenny. She said she was family." He turned to her. "I thought.."
But she wasn't listening to either of them. She walked over to Ty who was looking confused.
She reached out to touch the bandage on his head. "Taye…" He was quiet. "Taye?"
He stayed quiet.
Then. "I'm sorry, I don't know you."
She froze.
She looked to the doctor. His face had softened again. "I'm sorry, Taye has lost some of his memory."
The stranger spoke again. "Well, I'm his brother. His twin brother. Who are you to Taye?"
Samirah's eyes cut back to Taye's. Urging him to speak up. To remember. To remember them.
But after a few seconds, he looked away, uncomfortable.
"If you won't answer, you might have to leave. The parents will soon be here, Mother won't want a stranger lurking around."
Samirah was silent. Her gaze still intent on Taye.
Then she turned and walked out of the room, the hospital and his life. Leaving most of herself behind.
Hi everyone. So, first of all, I'd like to dedicate this post to my soul sister @Ms_Dania…be happy in Bayelsa. Now to the post. Writing this, I imagined just how difficult it is for some people to open up to others. The fear, the hurt, the pain that goes along with it. Now imagine this scenario after going through all of that. They say every decision in life is a gamble; some are just worth more than others. Imagine yourself as Samirah, would you stay, would you leave? Use the comment box and speak your mind. Ciao.
Hey everyone. Voting continues at the Nigerian blog Awards. Please show some love to us and all your other favorite blogs by voting here. That's that. Now, it's going to be a short one today. Why? Well, cause I've only come here to ask a question. Initially, I wanted to structure this as another exam but the question is kind of cheap and also, I think it will be absolutely impossible to come up with a marking script for your answers so I changed my mind.
I bet now you're really curious. So, I got into an argument, well, more like a conversation a few weeks back (typical me) about what could possibly be 'the hardest question ever', well, sort of. After an hour of back and forth, we came up with a question, which, well, I'm not exactly sure is the hardest question ever but being the music lover that I am, I took instant interest in it and decided to share with you guys.
Now, here's the original question: What is the greatest love song ever done? (pauses for effect). Yeah. I thought as much. Let's not even get into all the reasons why it's almost impossible to find an answer to that question. And the term 'Love Song'…sheesh.. just sounds so cheesy. Anyway, for a second there, I'm sure you mentally ran through God knows how many songs. So you see why developing a marking script would have been totally impossible? So, what I've decided to do is narrow things down and see if it'll help. So here's my question. "If you could choose one 'love song' done between 1990 and today, which in your opinion 'perfectly' captures the term 'love song', which would it be?"
Long right? What I've tried to do is narrow this down 'our generation'. Now, to properly answer this, you'll probably need a few minutes to think up your answer. Also, I know a lot of the guys are about to switch off to the background and just read up other peoples comments but I'll ask you this. Have you ever listened to Elton John sing 'Your Song'… The Beatles – Something, Stevie Wonder – As, Whitney Houston – I'll always love you, Percy Sledge – When a man loves a woman.. Ok ok.. Let me come back to our focus years. Michael Buble – Everything, Jason Mraz – You and I both or perhaps tunes from the more common artistes, R.kelly, Usher, Jagged Edge, Sade, Beyonce e.t.c.
Have you heard some of these guys profess love on a tune and deep within you, gangster dude, barbie chic or whatever your personality, you just imagine having that one special person you could say those words to? I know a lot of factors go into this, from personality to musical preference yada yada.. All I'm trying to see is if we have a couple of titles mentioned way more than others in the comment thread.
So there you have it. It's all about music, love and the cheese today. Use the comment box and speak your mind. Cheers.
Hey people. Hope your weekend was good. Ok, that's that. So I'm a little bit pissed right now so y'all have to bear with me. Before I begin, let me just state that I'm shoving the bro-code to the curb today. Why? Cause I have a sister. I have female cousins and friends. I hope to have nieces and at least a daughter some day and I hope this piece right here will help them in one way or the other.
Forget religion and all, if you take one good look at yourself from head to toe with all the intricate features you were made with (no matter how beautiful/not-so-beautiful you are) and you still don't feel enough self pride to walk away from a situation with a he/she with whom you clearly see no future then maybe I need to call the MFM folks to organize deliverance sessions here. Heck.. now that I'm even thinking about it, some of us brothers could find this info useful because the whole world seem to have lost their gaddem minds but sad thing is that most guys won't admit to being in such situations so I'll just keep it to the ladies.
The feeling varies from pity to sadness to anger, depending on how close I am to the victim (yes, victim) when I'm told just how 'difficult' or 'impossible' it is to walk away from him because… heck, most of the time, they can't even come up with a good enough reason why they can't seem to be able to leave despite the fact that they know he's screwing some other chic / he's head over heels for some other chic (who probably doesn't like him half as much) / or HE'S NOT JUST THAT INTO THEM.
Well, since y'all won't face facts and tell yourselves the truth, I've made it my duty to do so today. Here are some reasons why you need to set fire to the rain:
We are all SELFISH
Don't even give me that bullcrap about how much you'll hurt him if you walk away. This is about YOU. Yes, YOU. Not him. You're not getting younger. Tick Tock. 23. You stick with his trifling behind. He doesn't commit. 24. He gets into a relationship with your mutual friend, you still hang on in the name of whatever. 25. He's single again, you think there's hope… Smell the freaking coffee and do yourself a favour.
No woman was created for just one man
If you belong to the school of thought that disagrees with this then "wait behind for instructions" after reading this post. I think one of my favorite stats to quote is the world gender ratio. UN unofficial stats state that there are almost 9 women to 1 man now so please shove it. Don't also go on about how there's too much competition out there and how you'll probably never find another. Question is, is he even yours?
The world still believes in Fairy tales
Since this is Nigeria, I might as well add this fairytale-ish point. Someone once said, if you want to know if something is yours, let it go and if it was really meant to be yours it'll come back to you. (like I said, fairytale-ish) but yeah, if you're so convinced he has feelings for you but can't figure out why he can't seem to commit, let him go (not partially, I mean delete EVERYTHING) and see what happens.
No one has ever died from emotional pain
If your excuse is not being able to handle the emotional trauma that will follow, then let me help you by stating (and yes, I did research this), that noone has ever been recorded to have died as a result of emotional hurt. You might cry, even have some sleepless nights but you won't die.
He wont do it
If you're still not convinced or your excuse is that you're waiting for him to let you go then you need to know this: HE WON'T. Why? It's sorta like what I tried to explain here. Greed is a basic human instinct (Ask Adam). He has you at his beck and call. He can have others and still come back to you so why on earth will he want to let you go?
Inserts Adele's cd…. Someone like you…
If you're a guy and you can relate to this, or you're a chic and this post hit very close home, help me think up more points or share your experience by using the comment box. Speak your mind. Cheers.
PS: We have an interesting week ahead here. I'll be introducing a new category tomorrow. On Wednesday, we'll have an exclusive post from one of the erm.. 'revered' members of our comment community and on Thursday, we'll have the third episode of Our Best Friend's Wedding. Use this link to subscribe and stay informed.
Hey guys. Monday was the day of monsters and boy did you guys bring it. Today I'd like to slow things down a little and hopefully appeal to your softer side (especially the guys). Summer's almost here and it's that time of the year when loads of people return home from "overs". As a result, you tend to bump into a lot of people you've not seen in ages. So I thought to do an ode (not ódè) to young love. I called on our in house baby blogger @Uberbetty to tell this story:
I walked with my head bowed. Mumbling under my breath. I do this. Especially when I'm stressed. I was walking out of the giant plaza where my little Interior Design office was located.
You know that thing when you bump into someone and then you both go left; then right together; then left again? When you exchange awkward smiles and one person has to stand still till the other passes?
Yeah that. Well, it happened to me. But it stopped at the awkward smile part; cause as I looked up to smile the awkward smile; I froze. And so did he.
It was him. As in, HIM!
Oh you don't know who 'him' is? Remember that best friend you had in SS3? Yes, that one you're no longer in touch with! Well, this was her older brother. Why did we freeze? Well, because of 'that night'.
"Tunde, Teni is saying goodnight!" Ayo had told her brother as I stared anywhere but at him. Tunde; my everlasting crush on him had been my personal secret.
"Oh? Should I drop you off?" His deep voice had reached out to envelope me. I tried to stop the stupid smile that always showed up when he was near. "Um.. If you want."
"Abeg, Tunde, please drop her. I have to wash plates before mummy comes back."
In the car. With Tunde. There was no silence. Not because we were talking – no, his loud rock music was probably leaving headaches as he sped down the roads. I softly sang along so: a) he would notice I had a great voice; and b) he would notice I was also into his kind of music.
He shouted something over the music. I pointed to my ears. I had managed to keep a straight face so far. He reduced the volume.
"I'm traveling. Transferring."
My heart had started to race double time. I said "Oh". I tried to make it sound off-hand and carefree but it came out tiny and squeaky.
"I haven't told Ayo yet. She thinks it's later in the year." He had drawn out a deep breath. "She says you're going to Abuja next week.. So you probably won't meet me when you get back.."
I had said nothing. A small tear had managed to escape. I faced the window. I wondered if he could hear my heart break.
The rest of the ride had been silent. Two houses from mine, he had parked. I frowned. He had turned to me.
" So.. umm.. This is goodbye."
I hadn't known what to do. "Bye." I had squeaked again and stretched my hand for a handshake. He'd smiled a silly smile and drawn me closer to hug me.
I'd inhaled deep. Storing his scent in my head, in my heart. He was leaving me; clueless that he was leaving me.
Until he'd touched my face. Softly. Eyes open wide, I'd gazed up. Love-struck. Letting it all out. And I'd seen a reflection of my heart in his eyes. Or I'd hoped.
He kissed me. My first kiss. My heart ran and flew then burst into fireworks. He kissed me again. My second kiss. I counted till six. Then a whispered "Bye" was all I said afterward.
I didn't hear from him again. If he sent his sister to me, she never delivered the messages.
And now, he's back.
I don't know if I still feel anything for him. It's been a long time. He was my first love. Love? Even too fleeting to call 'love'.
He's back. "Hi". He says.
How do I play this?
There you go. Betty has asked her question but for me I want to hear your "young love" stories (yes, even if it's with Ekaette or Akpan). No matter how silly or ridiculous it is, use the comment box and speak your mind. Cheers.
He's such a jerk….Dora fumed as she stepped into her apartment. We were supposed to have a romantic evening and he ruins it by being so bloody insensitive. She didn't mean to keep Johnny from him. He just always got so paranoid about her exes. The sad part was that she had really wanted to go back to his place and work out the tension of the hectic workweek with some mind-blowing sex. She stepped into her walk in closet and was mildly comforted by the sight of her shoe collection.
Something glistened in the corner…the sensors for her ipad 5000x. So that's where I left them. Who needs men she thought as she scooped them off the floor and slid into bed. Her ipad lay there from working in bed earlier that day. She connected the sensors to her temples, scanned her fingerprints and skipped thru the welcome screen. No time for that, Mama wants to play. She went straight to the Sex4D icon and launched the app.
What's your fantasy, Lady D? Said d sexy voice of Idris Elba, British accent and all. It sent shivers down her spine. She hurriedly typed in Bad kitty. A fantasy she had spent months perfecting on lonely nights, fights with James and general naughtiness. The hologram flickered on in front of her. Please begin customization, D…. Idris Elba said again. Oh yes please she thought. She quickly selected the body of Fally Ipupa, moaning already at the thought of that waist in motion, the face of Michael Ealy, the sexy southern accent of T.I and named him Chris. Oops almost forgot… and added an extra 4 inches to d tent in his briefs.
Initiate she purred. Immediately, the preset play list of the Bad kitty preset started to belt out T-pain's 'Make love to a rap song' and the bedroom faded to a dark room lit only the flames from a fireplace in the corner. She was lying on a thick soft rug and Chris was massaging her feet. How was your day D? Horrible she moaned. Well, lemme make it all better love. He proceeded to kiss his ways up her legs, planting little kisses every few inches., getting closer and closer to her aching centre. When he got to the juncture of her thighs, he kissed her thru her panties and ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts. Playing with her through her lacy bra and biting her throbbing clit gently with his teeth. Chris, take it off, she moaned. And he proceeded to do just that. He held her legs open with his hands and pulled her panties off slowly with his teeth. Touch yourself he commanded. Touch those beautiful tits for me. Yes daddy she moaned. He was heading back to her centre now and she was getting wetter waiting for him to make contact.
Ring! Ring!
She ripped off her sensors, and the scene faded. That had better be James coming to apologize she fumed as she walked towards the door.
He walked into my apartment, half angry, half irritated – who does she think she is that she can just spring surprises like that. This is what this crazy world has come to. Allow these birds and they'll destroy all of mankind. I need to get my mind off her. I need to prove I don't need her – for sex or any other thing. It was already 8pm, what was supposed to have led to a fulfilling night in bed has left me home alone.
I went into my room, kicked off my shoes. Took off my shirt and I saw my ipad 5000x lying on my bed by my pillow where I'd left it the night before. Yes, just what I needed. I took off my denims leaving only my boxers and my inner vest on. I fiddled through my bedside drawer and got out my 5D glasses. I grabbed my ipad and jumped in bed.
I scanned in my finger print..
(Welcome your royal endowedness) said Keri, the programmed voice for my ipad. I used to love it whenever she said that but not tonight. I only had one thing on my mind. I hit the search box and typed:
Then tapped once more to launch the application and in no time I was at the home Menu:
> Welcome, James.
> Please select number of partners
I entered one and moved to the next item but I thought again and went back up:
> 3
> Will you like to customize partners?
> Yes
I changed two of the girls to black. The bloody thing still sets skinny white girls as default, can you blame them. White girls can be so freaky. I left one in the mix. I skipped the other options after blessing the black girls I chose with enough T and A (tits and ass). The last box was to enter a name for the girls. I thought for a second then….
> Partner 1: Adebisi
> Partner 2: Sandra
> Partner3: Random
Her best friends; Yes; Let the party begin. I plugged in my 5D glasses and leaned back in bed. I felt Sandra's touch first. This thing can be terribly realistic. Silver lacy Victoria's secret lingerie… ooohhh… Then I noticed Adebisi and Kim (as she introduced herself) they were both already naked. I shifted with anticipation even as I felt Sandra climbing on to the bed.
……… it lasted all of 3 minutes.
I picked up my phone and dialed Aisha… she was home… I flung my ipad and glasses aside and threw on denims and a tee….. Screw virtual, I need me some real pum pum…
I'm sure at some point we've all imagined what a virtual roll in the hay would feel like (ok, maybe not all of us). Shout out to the wonderful Adesuwa (checkout her blog here)for writing this with me. This is our excuse to measure just how freaky you lot out there are.. So it's your turn, use the comment box, let us know what your idea of virtual sex would be. Cheers.
PS: This video inspired this post.


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Contra many forms of Naturalism and Analytic philosophy, problems are not more tractable when narrowly defined. They do, however, tend to become more boring and so generate less controversy and counter-argument. With less of that, they seem far more certain.
Ditto for sciences. Let them hit on a conclusion that affects what people actually care about: human equality, corporate power, cherished taboos, or whatever, and all of a sudden the science becomes more controversial (read "less certain") and is seen to suffer from "obvious flaws". It is no longer published, and is viewed as "outside the mainstream". It doesn't matter how narrowly defined the problem is, though this is often a help in making sure the conclusion won't step on anyone's claims.
It goes too far to press this to a Nietzschean conclusion about the social character of truth. Real certitudes happen. But if you want to get universal agreement about something no one cares about, you don't have to do much more than announce that it's true. Everyone will play along. One can do this in a classroom, a journal, or a broadcast/ publication all day with problems that are indefinitely universal and broadly defined.

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Most superheroes are symbols of altruism, truth, justice and whatever. What happens when the Supes Expy isn't a nice guy? What if Batman is a racist? What then? Related to Beware the Superman, Smug Super and Insufferable Genius. Comic Books:
- In The Boys almost everyone is here at a minimum.
- [[Irredeemable]] has Qubit, who is happy to state how clever he is.
- [[Tony Stark | Iron Man]] Fits this charachter more often than not.
- Hancock until his chatacter development.
Hello, Unknown Troper. You'll need to get known to lend a hand here.
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Superdickery has this covered. Good Is Not Nice also.
Yep, this is Superdickery.
Not really, Superdickery is as I quote from the playing with page: A character seems to cross a Moral Event Horizon until he is shown in a full story. This is when the superman is a genuine asshole.
This really seems like it could share all of its examples with Good Is Not Nice, Smug Super, and Noble Bigot.
Yeah, we've got this covered. The Superdickery laconic page summarizes this.


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Originally Posted by Ziegander
I was unsure about this one myself. I never really liked that I made it a Shield bonus when it was a magical property. I'll change it to a Dodge bonus (even though that sounds stupid at least it allows a dual-wielder to have two Defending weapons and get a respectable AC boost from it).
The problem with making it a dodge bonus is that it runs into the same problem the old Defending had, as you can just stack Defending weapons with Armor Spikes, Shield Spikes, the Shield itself, the weapon, Braid Blades, etc into a stupid amount of AC. There's also the light nitpick that Dodge bonuses are never supposed to be granted by spells or magic items precisely because Dodge bonuses stack. While its nice and all to support TWFers, reopening that can of worms just leads to problems and exploits.
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I don't think I've ever gone this long between blog posts. I have still been sewing, and as a result have plenty of blog posts to write, but don't seem to have found the motivation to actually get them out of my head and onto the internet. However, I did participate in #bpSewvember over on Instagram, which was a terrific sewing-themed meme run by the lovely Amanda of Bimble and Pimble. Each day had a word to prompt a photo. I thought that those of you who don't follow me on Instagram might be interested in seeing the photos that I took for each day. So this will be a very photo-heavy blog post! I'm leaving it to you to figure out why I took each photo for each prompt.
1. Three facts.
2. Like a boss.
3. Inside.
4. Inspiration.
5. WiP.
6. Slow or Fast.
7. Stash.
9. Game changer.
10. View.
11. Tools.
12. Community.
13. Style.
14. Help!
15. Heirloom.
17. Print or plain.
18. Dream project.
19. Workhorse.
20. Tried and true.
21. Best part.
22. The vault.
23. Essentials.
24. Skill up.
25. Oh no!
26. Best make.
27. Detail.
28. Sewing space. (this is a short video)
29. Confession.
30. Next up.
Huge thanks go to Amanda for running the meme – I didn't originally intend to take part but really enjoyed the entire month. While the rest of life kept me very busy I could still participate in my favourite hobby – sewing.
Now it's time for me to get onto some of those well overdue blog posts!


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One of the four legbones of a beef : 1 piece
Beef bones(miscellaneous) : 11 oz
Meat on the kneebone of a beef : 1 piece
Brisket of beef : 1 1/3 lbs
Green onion : 2 stalks
Garlic : 6 cloves
Korean noodles : 7 oz
1. Soak one of the four legbones of a beef and miscellaneous beef bones cut into pieces in cold
water for about 2 hours to remove blood. Replace the water 2 or 3 times.
2. Trim and wash the meat on the kneebone and the brisket of beef.
3. Put the bones in a big kettle. Add enough water and boil. When the water becomes a little
black and bubbles form, pour out the boiled water. Then boil again after pouring 20 cups of
4. Put the meat, green onion(1 stalk) and garlic in the boiling water. Keep boiling them with the
lid of the kettle off. Then simmer them over low heat until well done.
5. Slice the well done meat.
6. Put the noodles in the boiling water until they become soft. Rinse them with cold water and
drain them thoroughly.
7. For serving put the noodles in the boiling broth to warm and transfer to Korean earthenware
bowls. Put the sliced meat and the minced green onion on them and pour the broth. Serve the
salt and the pepper together for seasoning. This dish goes well with the dish which is mentioned
Cooking Time : 7 hrs
Total Calories : 1,900 kcal
Serving Size : 15
Korean tradition dictates that shikhye, a
slightly fermented rice nectar should be
drunk during the winter. But nowadays it can
be found all the year round. The key to its
flavor is a good quality barley malt which
gives it much sweetness
Beef (sirloin, lean) : 7 oz (200 g)
Oriental mushroom (Pyogo mushroom) : 5 pieces
Radish : 1/3 piece
Onion : 1 piece
Carrot : 1/2 piece
Dropwort : 3 1/2 oz (100 g)
Green-bean sprouts : 3 1/2 oz (100 g) (available in Korean stores, optional)
Small green onion : 3 1/2 oz (100 g)
Egg : 1
Water : 3 cups
Green onion : 2 stalks
Garlic : 6 cloves
Soy sauce : 4 tbs
Sesame oil : 2 tbs
Sesame seed, roasted : 1 tb
1. Slice beef and mushrooms in thin strips.
2. Slice radish, onion, and carrot in 2 inches strips. Boil radish and carrot slightly in thin salt
3. Cut small green onions into 2 inches long.
4. Remove the head and root of green-bean sprouts. Boil only their stems slightly in water, then
cut them into 2 inches long.
5. Remove the leaves of dropworts. Boil only their stems slightly in thin salted water. Drain well
and cut them into 2 inches long.
6. Chop green onion and garlic. Put green onion, garlic, soy sauce, sesame oil, salt, and pepper
in a bowl. Mix them well to make seasonings.
7. Spice the beef and the vegetables each with the seasonings.
8. Put the beef and the vegetables by colors in a pan. Add water and boil. When they are almost
done, break and put an egg in the center of the pan. Boil them again until well done.
Cooking Time : 25 mins
Total Calories : 450 kcal
Serving Size : 4
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Whole chicken (about 1 pound (450 g), cleaned) : 2
Glutinous rice : 1/2 cup (about 100 g)
Jujube (Korean Date), dried : 4
Fresh ginseng (about 5 inches long) : 2
Chestnut : 2
Ginkgo nut : 2
Garlic : 4 cloves
1. Wash the rice thoroughly and drain it.
2. Stuff the chickens with the rice, jujubes, ginsengs, chestnuts, ginkgo nuts, and garlic cloves.
3. Cross and bind the chickens legs with thread to keep the stuffing in.
4. Put the stuffed chickens in the pot. Add 10 cups of water and simmer them over low heat for
about 2 to 3 hours.
5. Transfer the chickens with their broth to the individual bowls. Serve the salt mixed with pepper
in a small bowl as a seasoning dip.
Cooking Time : 3 hrs
Total Calories : 1,668 kcal
Serving Size : 2
Beef : 1/2 lb
Firm tofu : 1/2 block (about 10 oz)
Flour : 1/2 cup
Garlic : 4 cloves
Green onion : 2 stalks
Sesame oil : 1 ts
Soy sauce : 1 tb
Vinegar : 1 ts
Salad oil
Egg, beaten : 5
1. Squeeze the firm tofu with paper towel or gauze. Mash it finely.
2. Grin the beef. Chop the garlic and the green onion finely.
3. Put the beef, tofu, garlic, green onion, sesame oil, pepper, and salt in a large bowl; mix them
well by hand.
4. Shape the mixture into 1 1/3 inch round patties.
5. Heat the salad oil in a skillet. Dredge the patties in the flour, dip them in the beaten eggs, and
fry them until browned on both sides.
6. When they are warm, serve them with a seasoning dip - the mixture of 1 tablespoon soy
sauce and 1 teaspoon vinegar.
Cooking Time : 25 mins
Total Calories : 350 kcal
Serving Size : 4
Small octopus (about 8 oz) : 2
Onion : 1 stalk
Green onion : 5 stalks
Green pepper : 2
Red pepper : 2
Hot pepper powder : 1/2 tb
Hot pepper soypaste (kochu-jang) : 2 tbs (available in Korean stores)
Soy sauce : 1 tb
Sesame oil : 1/2 tb
Sugar : 1 ts
Ginger juice : 1/2 ts
Sesame seed, roasted : 1 ts
Salad oil : 1 tb
Korean Recipe List - Stir-Fried Small Octopus
1. Trim the small octopuses; cut off entrails and eyeballs, careful not to break the sac. Scrub the
octopuses with salt and rinse them under flowing cold water. Cut them 2 inches long by 1/2 inch
wide. Boil them slightly.
2. Cut onion, green onions, and peppers into 2 inch strips.
3. Combine hot pepper powder, hot pepper soypaste, soy sauce, sesame oil, sugar, ginger juice,
and salt in a bowl. Add the boiled octopuses, then mix them well.
4. Heat the salad oil in a skillet, stir-fry the vegetables until almost done. Put the mixture in the
pan and stir-fry it quickly again.
5. When serving, sprinkle roasted sesame seeds
Cooking Time : 25 mins
Total Calories : 450 kcal
Serving Size : 4
While checking the church storeroom, the pastor discovered several cases of new Bibles that never had been opened and distributed. So at his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation who would be willing to sell the Bibles door-to-door for $10 each to raise money for the church. Jack, Paul, and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task.
The minister knew that Jack and Paul earned their living as salesmen and were likely capable of selling some Bibles. But he had serious doubts about Louie, a local farmer who always had kept to himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louie stuttered badly. But because he didn't want to discourage Louie, the minister decided to let him try anyway.
He sent the three of them away with the backseats of their cars stacked with Bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of their efforts the following Sunday.
Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately asked Jack, "Well, Jack, how did you make out selling our Bibles last week?" Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Jack replied, "Using my sales prowess, I was able to sell 20 Bibles, and here's the $200 I collected on behalf of the church."
"Fine job, Jack!" the minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. "You are indeed a fine salesman and the church is indebted to you."
Turning to Paul, he said, "And Paul, how many Bibles did you sell for the church last week?"
Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "I am a professional salesman. I sold 28 Bibles on behalf of the church, and here's the $280 I collected."
The minister responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."
Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, "And Louie, did you manage to sell any Bibles last week?" Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The minister opened it and counted the contents. "Louie, there's $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you sold 320 Bibles for the church, door-to-door, in just one week?" Louie just nodded.
"That's impossible!" both Jack and Paul said in unison. "We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many Bibles as we could."
"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the minister agreed. "I think you'd better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie."
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An award should go to the Virgin Airlines gate attendant in Sydney some months ago for being smart and funny, while making her point, when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.
A crowded Virgin flight was cancelled after Virgin's 767s had been > >withdrawn from service. A single attendant was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travellers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, "I HAVE to be on this flight and it HAS to be FIRST CLASS".
The attendant replied, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these people first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out." The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"
Without hesitating, the attendant smiled and grabbed her public address microphone: "May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please," she began - her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal. "We have a passenger here at Gate 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Gate 14."
With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck You!"
Without flinching, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to get in line for that too."
Celery cabbage : 1 lb (450 g)
Salt : 5 tbs
Green onion, chopped : 2 tbs
Garlic, chopped : 1 tb
Ginger, chopped : 1/2 tb
Hot pepper powder : 1/4 cup
Soy sauce : 1 tb
Sugar : 2 tbs
Salted baby shrimps, chopped : 1 tb (available in Korean stores)
Sesame seed, roasted : 1 ts
Sesame oil : 1/2 ts
1. Take off the cabbage leaves one by one and wash them thoroughly. Sprinkle salt evenly and
set aside 30 minutes.
2. Chop the salted baby shrimps, green onion, garlic, and ginger finely.
3. Wash the salted cabbage leaves and drain them well. Tear them lengthwise in proper size by
4. Put all seasonings in a bowl. Mix them well by hand, using rubber gloves. Add the torn leaves
and mix them well together. Transfer it to a serving bowl.
Cooking Time : 50 mins
Total Calories : 650 kcal
Serving Size : 4
Together with boiled rice, kimchi
represents one of the basic dishes for
Koreans. Kimchi is a kind of highly
nutritious fermented food with unique flavor
and taste. Kimchi features a mixture of
vegetables, salted sauce, hot pepper and
garlic well treated to create unique flavors.
It varies according to individual liking and
regional tradition.
Zucchini : 1 (12 oz)
Green onion : 1 stalk
Red pepper : 1/2 piece
Garlic : 2 cloves
Sesame oil : 1 tb
Sesame seed, roasted : 1 ts
Salad oil : 1 tb
1. Cut the zucchini lengthwise in half and slice it in the shape of half-moon about 1/4 inch thick.
2. Dip the sliced zucchinis in salt water for about 5 minutes and drain them well.
3. Chop the green onion, crush the garlic finely, and cut the red pepper into large pieces.
4. Heat the salad oil in a pan. Cook the zucchini. Add the green onion and the garlic.
5. When well done, remove them from heat. Add the red pepper and remaining sauce, then mix
them well by hand. Transfer it to a serving plate.
Cooking Time : 20 mins
Total Calories : 240 kcal
Serving Size : 4
Cucumber : 10 (6 oz each)
Leek : 2 oz
Hot pepper powder : 1/2 cup
Green onion : 1 stalk
Garlic : 4 cloves
Ginger : 1 piece
Salted baby shrimps, chopped : 1 tb (available in Korean stores, optional)
1. Wash the cucumbers scrubbing with salt. Cut them into 2 inches long. Make a crosswise cut
about 1.5 inches deep in each piece.
2. Dissolve 4 tablespoonfuls of salt in 4 cups of water. Soak the cucumbers for about 30 minutes
in the salted water. Squeeze them with gauze or paper towel to drain water thoroughly.
3. Wash and cut the leeks 1 inch long.
4. Crush garlic. Chop green onion, ginger, and salted baby shrimps.
5. Put the hot pepper powder, leeks, green onion, garlic, ginger, salted baby shrimps, and salt in
a large bowl. Mix them well by hand, using rubber gloves.
6. Stuff each cucumber piece with the mixture. Place them neatly in a jar. Put the remaining
stuffing on the them.
7. Keep in a cool place for one day, then serve.
Cooking Time : 40 mins
Total Calories : 30 kcal
Serving Size : 4
When a man discovers a very clear message after slicing open a watermelon, clearly the image of Jesus Christ on a piece of toast has been one-upped.
stripes or white with black stripes?" The other replies, "Well I don't
know. You should pray to God about that and ask him." So that night he did
and God replied, "You are what you are." The next day he said to the other
zebra, "I still don't understand what I am because God just said, You are
what you are." The second zebra responds, "You must be white with black
stripes or else God would have said, Yo is what yo is."
The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"
The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"
Bimbabble - noises coming from a group of blondes
Bimbaffled - constant mental state of blondes
Bimbait - short skirts, sheer blouses, string bikinis or other clothing worn by blondes in an attempt to attract the attention of males
Bimbar - a bar where blondes hang out wearing bimbait
Bimbag - a blonde's purse
Bimbrushes - essential equipment in a bimbag
Bimbastic surgeon - specialist in breast enhancements for blondes
Bimbeeper - special instrument used as a homing device for lost blondes
Bimbellow - sound emanating from a blonde after she finally got the most recent blonde joke she heard
Bimbillion? - a blonde giving an estimate of anything
Bimblaze - the result of a blonde trying to cook
Bimblues - a blonde's state of mind after her latest boyfriend ditched her
Bimboette - a young blonde
Bimbonese - language spoken by blondes, largely unintelligible to anyone else
Bimbonique behavior - airhead behavior, unique to blondes
Bimboozle - to fool a blonde
Bimbore - a blonde who uses "like" more than 10 times in a sentence
Bimbozo - another name for a blonde
Bimboron - a blonde even less intelligent than most other blondes
Bimbrownie - a well-tanned blonde
Bimbrunette - a blonde who dyes her hair brunette, usually to appear smarter than she actually is
Bimburden - blonde carrying too many bags at the mall
Our wasted friend asked, "Officer, are ya absolutely sure I'm drunk?"
"Yeah, buddy, I'm sure," said the copper. "Let's go."
Breathing a sigh of relief, the wino said, "Thank goodness, I thought I was crippled."
The next day the first woman's husband phones the other husband and said, "These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other. "Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station, Well never forget you!'
really pissed.
She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the
driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE !!"
The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke
up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box
gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.
Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought
the box back in the house.
She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.
Bob has been missing since Friday.
Gearly beloved, we are Blazered here in the name of our Four-door, who art in Half-ton.
I'm speaking of our lord and Mazda, Jeep-sus Chrysler.
He is the Alfa and the Romeo.
He was born in a Ranger, he was Tempo'd by the DeVille, and he Daihatsu'd for your Sentras.
He said, "Dodge not, that ye not be Dodged.
Thou shalt not Corvette thy neighbor's Whitewall, but turn the other Cherokee.
If ye have Fiat, ye can move Montecarlos.
He ain't Chevy, he's my Beretta."
He ate the Last Supra, and he climbed the mount of Cavalier, where they Cruise-controlled him on the Motocross.
But God, in his Infiniti Mercedes, did Rolls away the Stanza.
Let us Prelude: Sayeth the prophet Isuzu, in the Dusenburg Bible, In the 23rd Saab, "The Ford is my Chauffeur. I shall not Walk.
He Lexus me in the paths of Right-turn-signals.
Yea, though I walk through the Valet of the Shadow of Dart, I shall Fiero no Eagle.
Subaru Goo dwrench and Mercury shall Volvo me Audi Daytonas of my life, and I shall Dwellmeter house of Delorean, Four-cylinder."
Gloria, In Ex-Celica Geo!
He's checking to see if the guy is worthy of entry or not. Saint Peter goes through the books several times, furrows his brow, and says to the guy, "You know, I can't see that you did lots of good in your life but, you never did anything bad either.
Tell you what, if you can tell me of one REALLY good deed that you did in your life, you're in."
The guy thinks for a moment and says, "Well, there was this one time when I was drivin' down the highway and I saw a Biker Gang assaulting this poor girl. I slowed down my car to see what was going on, and sure enough, that's what they were doing. There were about 50 of 'em torturing this chick.
Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron from my trunk and walked straight up to the leader of the gang. He was a huge guy with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear. As I walked up to the leader, the Gang formed a circle all around me.
So I ripped the leader's chain off his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled to the rest of them, 'Leave this poor, innocent girl alone, you slime! You're all a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you all a lesson in pain!'"
St. Peter, extremely impressed, says, "Really? Wow, when did all this happen?"
"Er.. about two minutes ago."
"Next Sunday," she said, "we are going to talk about liars, and in preparation for our lesson I want you all to read the Seventeenth Chapter of Mark."
The following week, at the beginning of the class meeting, the teacher said, "Now then, all of you who have prepared for the lesson by reading the Seventeenth Chapter of Mark, please step to the front of the room."
About half the class rose and came forward.
"The rest of you may leave," said the teacher, "these students are the ones I want to talk to. There is no Seventeenth Chapter in the Book of Mark."
As the waters rose higher and higher, a man in a rowboat appeared, and told him to get in. "No," replied the man on the roof. "I have faith in the Lord; the Lord will save me." So the man in the rowboat went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.
The waters rose higher and higher, and suddenly a speedboat appeared. "Climb in!" shouted a man in the boat. "No," replied the man on the roof. "I have faith in the Lord; the Lord will save me." So the man in the speedboat went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.
The waters continued to rise. A helicopter appeared and over the loudspeaker, the pilot announced he would lower a rope to the man on the roof. "No," replied the man on the roof. "I have faith in the Lord; the Lord will save me." So the helicopter went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.
The waters rose higher and higher, and eventually they rose so high that the man on the roof was washed away, and alas, the poor man drowned.
Upon arriving in heaven, the man marched straight over to God. "Heavenly Father," he said, "I had faith in you, I prayed to you to save me, and yet you did nothing. Why?" God gave him a puzzled look, and replied "I sent you two boats and a helicopter, what more did you expect?"
Why did God create men? Because vibrators can't mow the lawn.
Henry Youngman
To attract men, I wear a perfume called 'New Car Interior'.
Rita Rudner
This guy says, 'I'm perfect for you, because I'm a cross between a macho and a sensitive man.'
I said, 'Oh, a gay trucker?'
Judy Tenuta
Women speak because they wish to speak, whereas a man speaks only when driven to speech by something outside himself -- like, for instance, he can't find any clean socks.
Jean Kerr
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work or prison.
Tim Allen
I love men, even though they're lying, cheating scumbags.
Gwyneth Paltrow
When you are counting objects, you go "0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,A,B,C,D...".
When asked about a bus schedule, you wonder if it is 16 or 32 bits.
When your wife says "If you don't turn off that darn machine and come to bed,then I am going to divorce you!", and you chastise her for for omitting the else clause.
When you are reading a book and look for the space bar to get to the next page.
When you look for your car keys using: "grep keys /dev/pockets"
When after fooling around all day with routers etc, you pick up the phone and start dialing an IP number.
When you get in the elevator and double-press the button for the floor you want.
When not only do you check your email more often than your paper mail, but you remember your {network address} faster than your postal one.
When you go to balance your checkbook and discover that you're doing the math in octal.
When you dream in 256 pallettes of 256 colors.
The old man, being hard of hearing, looks at his wife and yells: "WHAT?"
"What did he say? What's he want?"
His wife yells back, "He needs your underwear."
Date of birth:04. 19. 1987
Residence:Bradenton, Florida. USA
Weight: 59
Dinara Safina was born on April 27, 1986, in Moscow. She is the daughter of Rauza and Mikhail, respectively coach and ex tennis junior champion, and owner of the "Spartak Tennis Club". The little girl grew up on the courts, hitting her first balls at 3 years old and starting to seriously practice at 8.
But it didn't take so long for the youngest of the Safin family to show particular dispositions for tennis. Dinara, accompanied by her mother, joined her brother in Valencia, Spain, 5 years after making her debut. She learned spanish in only a few months. Here, she developed a powerful and smart game, full of craziness and touch... a tennis of inspiration which turns out to be a treat for the eyes of the public.
Immediately, she gets talked about : In junior firstly, where she finished 1st in her category; and also on the professional tour by reaching the semis of her 1st WTA tournament. She captured her first WTA Tour title at Sopot, becoming first qualifier to do so in nearly three years and youngest champion in four years at age 16 years, three months.
» Profil
Name : Dinara Mikhailovna Safina
Date of Birth : Sunday, April 27, 1986
Birthplace : Moscou (Russia)
Residence : Moscou (Russia)
Ethnicity : Tatar
Religion : Muslim, never practicing
Height : 5'11 1/2'' (1m 82)
Weight : 154 lbs (70 kg)
Status : Turned pro 2000
Coached :
Trained : Valencia, Spain
Plays : Right-handed - (two-handed backhand)
Favorite surface : Clay
Racket : Babolat Pure Control Zylon
Strings : Ballistic Polymono 130
Sponsored : Adidas & Babolat
» Details
* Favorite sport (no tennis) : Football - Real Madrid
* Favorite color : black
* Favorite flowers : rose
* Favorite food : Russian, Italian et Japanese
* Favorite hobbies : cinema, reading and listening to music
* Tennis ambition : "Try to do all my best"


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Battle for Turkey's Taksim Square rages on
Protesters trying to retake 'ground zero' flee tear gas and water cannons as PM stands his ground
Riot police fired tear gas and water cannons yesterday at demonstrators trying to return to Istanbul's main square, maintaining a hard line against rekindled protests as the prime minister's supporters prepared to rally across town.
Police in uniform and plainclothes sealed off Taksim Square and adjacent Gezi Park, which riot police cleared on Saturday night. Crews worked through the night to remove all traces of a sit-in that started more than two weeks ago and became the focus of the strongest challenge to Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan in his 10 years in office.
Istanbul's governor, Huseyin Avni Mutlu, said the square was off-limits to the public for now and nobody would be allowed to gather. A spokesman for the protesters vowed the group would retake Gezi Park. "We will win Taksim Square again and we will win Taksim Gezi Park again," Alican Elagoz said.
A call went out for another demonstration in Taksim Square for yesterday afternoon, but the area was within a tight police cordon, with passers-by subjected to identity checks and bag searches. Thousands of protesters trying to reach the area were stuck on side streets in a blanket of tear gas.
Erdogan, who has repeatedly insisted the protests are part of a nebulous plot by bankers and foreign media to destabilise Turkey, was to deliver a speech at a political rally about 10 kilometres from the square.
A similar speech in Ankara on Saturday before the raid was attended by tens of thousands of supporters who cheered him as he warned protesters that security forces "know how to clear" the area.
Erdogan has said the AK Party rallies in Ankara and Istanbul are meant to kick off campaigning for local elections next year and are not related to the protests, but they are widely seen as a show of strength in response to the demonstrations.
The protests began as an environmental sit-in to prevent a development project at Gezi Park, but anger over a violent crackdown there quickly spread to dozens of cities and spiralled into a broader expression of discontent with what many say is Erdogan's authoritarian manner.
In clashes that lasted through the night and into the morning in Istanbul, protesters set up barricades and plumes of tear gas rose in the streets. Television footage showed police detaining medical personnel who had been helping treat injured protesters.
Riot police also entered a shopping mall in an upscale neighbourhood, apparently searching for protesters.
In Ankara, the capital, police ratcheted up the pressure in the early afternoon, firing water cannon, rubber bullets and tear gas at central Kizilay Square. At least four people were injured. Earlier, police had dispersed hundreds who tried to hold a memorial service for a protester who died of injuries sustained in a nearby police crackdown on June 1.
In Saturday's raid, hundreds of riot police swept through Gezi Park and Taksim Square at dusk, firing canisters of acrid, stinging gas. Thousands of protesters, choking on the fumes and stumbling among the tents, put up little resistance.
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For the past decade or so I have spent a few days each August working as the staff accompanist for a marvelous camp, Strings by the Sea, that is hosted on our campus. Along with running the usual gauntlet of Bach, Vivaldi and Seitz concerti in student performances, each summer there are also opportunities to make music with other members of the camp faculty.
This year brought some extra special treats in that I was asked to play with two very gifted faculty cellists. Renata Bratt is based in Santa Cruz and plays incredible jazz and fiddle music. Together we played some old New Orleans style jazz and then samba'd with Jobim. Then, collaborating with Evangeline Benedetti, playing masterworks from the French cello repertoire, was an absolute highlight of my summer. Learning and playing the Fauré Elegie with her was a profoundly moving spiritual experience. "Van" has served as a member of the New York Philharmonic since she was appointed by then-music director, Leonard Bernstein.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Strings by the Sea
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Carnaval in Latin America
Carnaval, also called carnival, is celebrated in many places throughout South America. Carnaval, as spelled in Portuguese, is a 4-day celebration. It starts on Saturday and ends on Fat Tuesday (Mardi-Gras). Dates change every year, this year it is going to be from Saturday, March 1st till Tuesday, March 4th. Carnaval is always a noisy, energetic celebration of music and dance and exhibitions.
Each country celebrates carnival differently but it carries the same spirit of party and good energy. Here are some examples of Carnaval celebrations
Barranquilla – Colombia.
Billed as the second largest carnival in South America, the grand parade of Barranquilla's carnival has it all – group after group of folkloric dancers and singers wearing colorful costumes; very unique floats (or carriages as the locals call them); and finally, a cast of characters that may be unmatched anywhere in the world.
Dominican Republic
Two of the main characteristics of this Carnival are its flashy costumes and the loud music played during the celebration. Some of the most known parades of this country is the one held in La Vega, which is one of the biggest in the country, and the National Parade held in Santo Domingo. It was here where the first Carnival of the Americas was held, and it is also one of the biggest in the region.
One of the main attractions are its masks, which are very elaborate and colorful. The elaborate costumes used in the parades are satires of the Devil and are called "Diablos Cojuelos".
La Diablada Carnival, takes place in the city of Oruro in central Bolivia. It is celebrated in honor of the patron saint of the miners, Vírgen de Socavon (the Virgin of the Tunnels). Over 50 parade groups dance, sing and play music over a five kilometer-long course. Participants dress up as demons, devils, angels, Incas and Spanish conquerors. There are various kinds of dances such as caporales and tinkus. The parade runs from morning until late at night, 18 hours a day, during the 4 days of carnival.
A common feature of Ecuadorian Carnival is the diablitos (little devils) who play with water. The practice of throwing or dumping water on unsuspecting victims is especially revered by children and teenagers, and feared by some adults. Throwing water balloons, sometimes even eggs and flour both to friends and strangers passing by the street can be a lot of fun but can also annoy unfamiliar foreigners and even locals.
Although the government as well as school authorities forbid such games, it is still widely practiced throughout the country.
Rio de Janeiro – Brazil
A beautiful show takes place in Rio Carnival, with samba schools parading in the Sambadrome ("sambódromo" in Portuguese). Called "One of the biggest shows of the Earth", the festival attracts millions of tourists, both Brazilians and foreigners who come from everywhere to participate and enjoy the great show. Samba Schools are large, social entities with thousands of members and a theme for their song and parade each year.
The whole city feels a party ambiance not only from the Sambadrome parade, but from many other activities that takes place over four days. This parade is definitely one bucket list item for anyone interested in cultural events from all over the world.
Source: www.soundsandcolours.com/carnival Carnival | Sounds and Colours | South American music and culture magazine
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Baked pasta is like an old friend I lost touch with for no good reason. Every time I get reacquainted, I think: "It's been too long. Why don't we do this more often?"
There's really nothing quite as comforting as this combination of starch and cheese, bubbling hot, with a crispy topping. And yet I don't find myself turning to it all that often — perhaps because it seems like a bit of a production (with multiple pans and lots of cleanup), and perhaps because the serving amounts tend to be in the eight-or-more range, too much for my two-person dinner table.
Then, one recent night, I had a craving. I had all my favorite makings in the house: roasted vegetables, cooked beans, dried pasta, canned tomatoes, cheese. It would come together more easily, so why not? We tried to control ourselves, portionwise, the first night, then had it for multiple lunches and follow-up dinners. By the end of the run, as satisfying as it had been at the start, the dish had gotten a little tiresome.
When I wanted to dive back in, I found a recipe from the great and powerful Alton Brown that featured an appealing approach that solved some of my issues. You use the same big cast-iron skillet to roast cauliflower, make a sauce and bake the assembled dish, so it's down to two cooking vessels (including the pasta pot). And it's a smaller batch — not overwhelming in the leftovers department.
I took a few liberties, adding white beans for a protein boost and switching to a smoked cheddar for extra flavor. The results proved this old friend needs to come back into my life for good.
Baked Pasta with Roasted Cauliflower and White Beans
MAKE AHEAD: The roasted cauliflower and the cooked pasta can each be refrigerated for up to 5 days before you proceed with the recipe. Bring to room temperature before baking. Servings: 4-6.
1 large head cauliflower (1 1/2 to 2 pounds)
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1/2 teaspoon fine sea salt, plus more as needed
4 large cloves garlic, chopped
1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
One 14-ounce can no-salt-added diced tomatoes and their juices, preferably fire-roasted, such as Muir Glen brand
One 15-ounce can (1 1/2 cups) no-salt-added cannellini beans, rinsed and drained
8 ounces dried penne or rigatoni pasta
1/3 cup grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese
1 cup (4 ounces) smoked cheddar cheese, shredded or grated (may substitute smoked Gouda or smoked mozzarella)
1/4 cup plain bread crumbs
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
Remove and discard the cauliflower core and leaves. Break the florets into bite-size pieces. (You should have about 6 cups.) Toss the florets with the oil and the 1/2 teaspoon of salt in a large (10-to-12-inch) cast-iron or other heavy, ovenproof skillet. Roast, stirring a time or two, until the cauliflower is lightly browned and barely tender, 20 to 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, bring a large pot of water to a boil over high heat. Add a generous pinch or two of salt.
Once the cauliflower is done, transfer the skillet to the stove top over medium heat. Stir in the garlic and crushed red pepper flakes; cook until the garlic is tender, 3 to 4 minutes, then stir in the tomatoes and their juices and the beans. Cook until heated through, a few minutes, then remove from the heat.
Add the pasta to the boiling water; cook according to the package directions (al dente). Use a large slotted spoon or skimmer to scoop out the cooked pasta, letting it drain before transferring it to the skillet mixture. Stir in the Parmigiano-Reggiano and smoked cheddar cheeses; taste, and add salt as needed. Top with the bread crumbs.
Return the skillet to the oven; bake until the cheese is melted and bubbling and the bread crumbs are golden brown, 15 to 20 minutes. Let the baked pasta cool for 5 minutes before scooping it into individual bowls for serving.
Nutrition: Per serving (based on 6): 360 calories, 17 g protein, 49 g carbohydrates, 11 g fat, 5 g saturated fat, 25 mg cholesterol, 650 mg sodium, 7 g dietary fiber, 5 g sugar
Adapted from a recipe by Alton Brown on altonbrown. com.


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Sunday, June 29, 2014
Red Lobster - San Jose
Lobster crab and seafood stuffed mushroom
I loved stuffed mushroom so this one promised both items : seafood and stuffed mushroom. It came with like 5-6 stuffed mushrooms. But the stuffing was overflowing so I couldn't taste much of the mushroom. And there was gravy around the mushroom which I assumed works better with the biscuits (parmesan biscuits) provided. The mushrooms were good but the parmesan biscuits were a bit too salty for my taste.
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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Hon's Wun Tun House - Vancouver, Canada
|Big shrimp, bell pepper on top of rice noodle
Anyhow, their menu was quite big. According to our friends who took us there, their wonton soup is worth trying. So hubby picked a combo of wonton with yellow noodle. They provided a list of items on item A and another list of item B. So what you do is just pick each item to make up a combo you like.
The other dishes we ordered were spicy green bean, salt and pepper chicken wings and stir fry rice noodle with sauce.
The wonton looked simple not much green onion for garnish but tasted good. The chicken wings of course was no brainer. It's hard to find chicken wings that are not good. The spicy green bean was crunchy and sweet.
It was a nice fulfilling meal with good companies.
1339 Robson St
Vancouver, BC V6E 1C6 Canada
604 685 0871
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Grande Decision
I also woke up early enough to stop by Starbucks, on my way in, and drop off an application.
I may be done with books for a little while.
I am not sure how long I will last at the espresso machine making tall skinny cinnamon blahblahblah lattes with random high school and college kids, especially while I'm still off caffeine… but the commute would be awesome.
My friend M sent me an e-mail, yesterday, asking why don't I go work for a bookstore, instead? And I replied that bookstores, especially independents, just don't pay enough. Plus, I would not really want to work at a Barnes & Noble or Borders because I don't like what they're doing to the independents.
At about this time, I could almost hear M snorting, via e-mail.
"But you're o.k. with working at Starbucks?"
"Totally different," I responded. "Starbucks offers their employees benefits."
"Ah," said M.
"Plus… I'm o.k. with supporting the big guy when they have a superior product." I'm sorry, but around here, the few independents that exist have decent atmospheres, but their coffee is just not as good. And usually costs just as much, if not more. I like supporting independents, I am o.k. with driving a little further, or spending a little more to keep them alive, if the end product is good. But I am hard pressed (ha ha, like coffee beans are pressed? Ha? ... No?) to find better coffee than Starbucks in Colorado. Do any of you Coloradoans have any recommendations?
Meanwhile, I explained to Kanga and Tulip that it wasn't them, I just couldn't handle the commute, and Kanga asked, "Well, how soon do you need to be out of here?"
And I said, "Oh, I'm flexible. I'm happy to stay around for a few more days to make this as smooth of a transition as possible." And he nodded, and I haven't heard any more on the subject. So perhaps I will be writing from home tomorrow. Perhaps I will still be making the commute next week. But I will be practicing my "Soy chai no whip" routine until then.
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- MommyHAM said...
Good for you...
And lol at the Starbucks vs. other conglomerates rationale...you sound JUST like my boss in that regard - she used to work for Starbucks.
As for coffee better than starbucks, it is rare, but I LOVE this place. They may as well be called City of Loveland Employee Coffee - as this little coffee shop is the Cheers for City staff...performance eval? lunch? need to discuss a new project? Why let's go to the Coffee Tree...
Seriously good coffee, awesomely great people. You should come check it out some time, if ever you wander north. And, they are in a really good, independent bookstore, too.
- Kristin said...
Hi! Haven't been to visit in ages - yay to you for saying no to those Fair-Labor-Standards-Act-violating, OSHA-undermining, job-description-misrepresenting employers. As for your opinions on Starbucks coffee, I am rather appalled and think that it is time you made a trip to Amante Coffee with me (unlike you and your technology savvy blogger friends, I cannot create my own hyperlink in a non-Word document, so you'll have to google the place). Their lattes are a frothy milk-whipped cup of heaven, the likes of which I have only tasted in the coffee bars of western Europe...and, let's face it, a trip down the block is much cheaper than a trip to Europe. Hope you are taking a nice vacation prior to your "grande soy chai no whip" duties.
- meno said...
Well good for you. Did you mention the no heat too? that owuld have done it for me. I hate being cold.
I'd like a grande Green Tea (one tea bag) with two honeys and a half inch of soy milk please. Oh, and a chocolate chip cookie, the one with M&Ms in it.
- Marcia said...
And dude, now I want to go to Denver to visit you at a starbucks.
I've worked for Borders before, and it ain't that bad, really. Plus, you get a 30% discount on everything, even bargain remainder books. I'm all about the independents these days, but when I was unemployed a few years ago, I definitely considered going back. It's not exactly a sweatshop. :P
- librarian pirate said...
I could give you a couple of decent places in Grand Junction, but for the most part Starbucks has the best coffee there (as well as here in Chicago). I seem to recall my dad saying he found some great places near the capitol (perhaps one had a name that had to do with monkeys?), but I may have been hallucinating.
Starbucks is also not a bad place to work - I did it for a few summers in college, and they take care of their people which is always good. PLUS all of their frappucinos are made with fair trade coffee. That makes me happy.


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Visitors to the zoo grounds may see a graphic or two scattered around the grounds, usually at the exhibit of a related species - the Grevy's zebras, the Armenian vipers - but few realize how far (or near) the zoo's commitment to conservation in the wild goes. The WildCare Institute is a series of twelve projects dedicated to the study and conservation of endangered species in the wild. Some of the projects have faded out and others have taken their place - some are across the globe on four continents, while some are located in the zoo's home state of Missouri. And while some are concerned with high-profile species, such as cheetahs and Humboldt penguins, others are focused on obscure but critically endangered animals... including some which the zoo does not have (and probably never will have) in its collection. Many of these projects are described in great detail (with great wit) in Sailing with Noah, by the zoo's president, Jeffrey Bonner.
Two of the most exciting projects of the Institute have been captive-breeding and reintroduction programs for native Missourians. The zoo was the first in the world to successfully breed hellbenders in captivity, devising a massive artificial stream in the basement of the zoo's Herpetarium for that purpose. Secrets learned from North America's largest salamander have been spread to other zoos and other states, aiding reintroduction programs across the range of the species. An even less-renown species is the American burying beetle, which is exactly what it sounds like - a beetle (from America) that buries food items, such as dead mice or songbirds, to raise its young upon. Plenty of people are throwing money at gorillas and pandas, but how many people are working to save an endangered beetle in their own backyard?
Many zoos contribute to conservation in whatever form they may, mostly through fundraising. Very few zoos are able to command the resources, the staffing, and the funding to lead an initiative like the WildCare Institute - off the top of my head, Wildlife Conservation Society and San Diego Zoo Global are the only other two that match this level of involvement. It's important to remember, however, that every zoo and aquarium can - and must - make whatever contribution to conservation, in whatever way, that it can.


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2. Blue openSuse
3. Cyber Eye
4. Purple Sunset Pines
5.Ohrid City
6.Lake Ohrid
7.Firefly/Serenity iGoogle Theme
8. Star Trek Theme
9. Drops of Life
10. Iris
There are some more, but they are not added yet in the iGoogle Theme directory. I will update this post as soon as they're there. Check the directory here.
Click the image and then "Add it now" in order to use the theme, that is if you have your own iGoogle homepage, if you don't have, make one!


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Today was a great day. A day spent eating leftover turkey and stuffing, enjoying some beautiful fall weather, and both reflecting on and vocalizing all the reasons that I'm grateful.
All of this got me thinking. Why is it that we need a special day, once a year, to reflect on how grateful we are for the lives we enjoy? Is it that we only vocalize our gratefulness on this day through Facebook, Twitter, and to friends and family? Or is it that we really only reflect, once a year in the middle of October, how grateful we are to be us?
Perhaps it's a bit of both. But in the spirit of October being my Harperness month of celebration, I thought it was a good chance for me to reinforce how important I think it is to make every day Thanksgiving. And not because of the food – my wasitline couldn't survive it. But because every day should be a day to wake up, count our blessings, and be grateful for all that we have and for those who share our lives with us.
I'm grateful for so much. This year, and every year. I'm grateful for the love of a great man, the loyalty of a beautiful cat, and the undying support of incredible friends. I'm grateful that my family is my family; I'm thankful for everything about every single one of them. I'm grateful that every morning I am lucky/blessed/fortunate enough to wake up in a safe, warm place. I'm grateful that I have a job to go to, each and every day. I'm grateful that I have my health, and that I have food on my table and water in my cup. And I'm grateful that I have enough hope, every single day, to believe that I will have another chance to be grateful all over again.
Isn't it always true – it could always be worse. And I think of one of my prior posts where I spoke about not saying 'I have to' but choosing to say 'I get to'. This ties exactly into that sentiment – it's important that I remember how grateful I am that things are not worse; that things are the way they are. I need to remind myself that I'm even grateful for the challenges I have – they represent opportunities to keep growing, moving forward, learning new things, and accomplishing victories on my road of life.
So today, on this special day once a year in October, I'm thankful that I've been reminded once again how important it is to make each and every day a day of giving thanks; a day of both reflection and vocalization of how grateful I am for what I have, who I know, and where I spend my time.
We never know which day might be our last – so every day should be Thanksgiving.


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Australian term for a simple rudely constructed dwelling. Typically made of natural materials scavenged from the surrounding bushland.
By selecting some suitable large branches from the surrounding scrub, I had soon constructed a servicable gunyah by weaving them together. By adding some buches of long reeds I managed to add a reasonable thatch.
by Roderick Myer July 30, 2006
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NFL commissioner Roger Goodell gave the only response he could logically provide when reporters asked him Wednesday about using replacement officiating crews during the exhibition season.
There's no heightened risk to players, Goodell said, because safety is "obviously such a focus for us" that replacement crews have been "training on that basis."
Well, of course the NFL is emphasizing safety measures to these replacement officials while retired players file lawsuits seeking damages for their physical troubles. That doesn't mean officials unfamiliar with the speed of the NFL game will handle their responsibilities as well as officials with decades of experience. They could be more likely in the short term to miss calls endangering players.
But players are the most important variables in the safety equation. Officials can talk to them about refraining from dangerous tactics banned by the rulebook. Officials can toss penalty flags after the fact. But if a player launches himself at a defenseless receiver or dives into the legs of a vulnerable quarterback, not even the best, most experienced official can stop it from happening.
The Arizona Cardinals should feel good about the safety environment heading into their exhibition opener against New Orleans on Sunday. The Saints have been under scrutiny all off season for their bounty program. They'll be under scrutiny Sunday.
The Cardinals need their offensive line to protect quarterback Kevin Kolb. They need Kolb to protect himself by getting rid of the football or sidestepping pressure. A correctly administered rulebook probably isn't going to spare Kolb from the hits that threaten quarterbacks.
Longer term, precedent suggests the NFL and its officials will settle their dispute right around Week 1, and this impasse will be forgotten, just like the others.


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Мишка unveiled much of their Fall '12 line. They've been passing around the gorgeous video above as their lookbook. The clip was put together by Fly Kite Media and features ShowYouSuck's "All Love Everything" as background music. You'll also catch Supreme Cuts, The-Drum, Sich Mang, The Hood Internet and various other Chicago music darlings rocking Мишка's fly new styles. Below we've got a few preview images of some shirts in the line-up as well, including a Star Wars-based tee that just made my heart explode from my chest.
August 15, 2012
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Digital Public Library of America defines new digital scholarshipPosted: April 15, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: digital history, digital humanities, digital scholarship, DPLA, historyau 3 Comments
In 2006, Roy Rosenzweig asked if History could be open source and in 2013 the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study answers: "Yes, absolutely."
On Thursday, April 18th, 2013, the world's first "large-scale digital public library" will open to the public. Instead of swinging its doors wide and hosting a party, the Digital Public Library of America will go live on Thursday– inviting the Internet community to scan, scroll, and click through thousands of digitized and digitally born materials for free.
The DPLA will not be a Wikipedia-type resource. The library will feature collections of materials already published without inviting users to create, comment, or control the content. However, as Rosenzweig explained that Wikipedia was important not only as a product, but also as a process, I think the same could be said for the DPLA. On it's own, it will be a great resource for historians, students, and digivisitors alike. However, as a process, the DPLA highlights the ongoing conversations on defining "digital scholarship" and creations of Chuck Tryon's "networked public spheres".
The organization created six workstreams as committees working to build the DPLA and answer questions collaboratively. The most important of which included "Audience & Participation" and "Content & Scope".
Within the Content & Scope workstream, members designed the "collection development policy" featuring a list of Potential Content. Some of this content are primary sources that have been digitized and some are works that have always been digital. As blogs begin to find a home in the DPLA, the lines between traditional forms of scholarship and blogging begin to blur even more (Tryon). By placing these blogs in a "networked public sphere" (the DPLA), these digital blogs and writing "can combine with the practices associated with scholarly production with the benefits associated with public engagement" (Tyron).
Additionally, the creation of this library can only encourage the process of "crafting scholarship designed specifically for the electronic environment" (Thomas) and taking advantage of these new platforms and audiences. I think the Library will only reenforce Thomas' ideas of "casting aside the comfortable" to "discover the that the openness of the digital medium is what allows us both to create vibrant new scholarship and speak to a rising generation of students".
So I wonder, will becoming included in the DPLA add an air of legitimacy to these online blogs, personal or otherwise? Will this affect traditional "professional culture" (Rosenzweig) or redefine the "practices for scholarly communication" (Tryon)? Will online publications, by invitation or not (or I guess by virtue of the Internet, generally not), be considered under the temperamental tenure process if housed in the Digital Public Library of America?


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A man has been arrested after an armed siege at a pub in County Cavan prompted by the fatal shooting of a 56-year-old woman on the Irish border.
The Garda Síochána had imposed a media blackout on the incident, which took place in Bailieborough overnight. It confirmed that a 56-year-old man was arrested, in relation to the woman's death, after a nine-hour stand-off with gardaí at Nixy's The Square Bar in Baileborough, which ended – without injuries – at about 3am.
The siege began after Patricia Kierans' body was found in a house on the outskirts of Bailieborough on Thursday evening. The mother-of-four had earlier said goodbye to her youngest child, who was emigrating to Australia to join his three siblings.
It is understood the four adult children – Oliver, Gerard, Julie and Shane – were alerted after their mother's sister became concerned when repeated phone calls were not answered. Officers called at her house and found her body inside.
An examination established she had received a shotgun blast to the body.
Kierans had been spotted in the area on Thursday morning. Gardaí think she was murdered in the afternoon.
While at the scene they received a call about an incident at the nearby Nixy's bar and restaurant. Staff said they had been ordered out of the pub by a gunman who warned them to stay away. There were no customers there at the time.
A trained negotiator, attached to the Special Branch in Dublin, was called in along with officers from the two special units. The suspect reportedly lives and runs a business in the town.


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How about letting go of clutter? Do you have a lot of half finished pieces and components lying about in the studio taking up space while you're working on a last minute order that just got phoned in? Here's a nifty idea: Find little storage baskets that nestle into each other. These I got at Walmart. They are made by Mainstay. They come in 4 x 6 (3 pack) and 6 x 9 sizes (2 pack) for a dollar! Then, to keep the precious cargo from sliding all over the place, I got a package of one of those non-slip rug pads. The thin ones, NOT the ones that are thick with the really big holes in them. They come in all sizes, so depending on how many baskets you need, buy accordingly.
- Use the bottom of basket to trace and cut out a little non-slip pad for the bottom of the basket so your components stay put.
- Do many pads because you can layer the pads in each basket with each layer holding the piece you're working on.
- For example, I have to assemble 8 pieces of style #123. I get my basket, lay a pad, then put the components (beads, stones, clasps, name tag, ect) for one piece of style #123.
- Before I layer another pad over that, take a scrap piece of paper and write style #123, what order it's pertaining to (the store's name), and write "1 piece of 8".
- Then layer another pad on top of that, adding that piece of scrap with the info on top of each piece/layer.


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Meet Taylor, a mermaid with a longing to see the sunset. Being out of the water after sunset would cause her to shift unwillingly. And shifting unwillingly . . . well, she'll release her scent, causing the wolves to know what she is.
Years before, the werewolf society attacked all merfolk they could find, not realizing that twenty remain. These twenty try hard to keep hidden from the wolves, but between Taylor's longing to see the sunset and some inevitable events that seem to take place, Taylor ends up shifting before entering the water. And when the wolves catch her scent, they are on the verge of being discovered.
Now meet Blake, the alpha of the Blood Moon pack. When he discovers that mermaids are in his territory, he plans on taking them out. But what about when he finds out that one of them is his mate?
Read to find out how these two enemies end up rejecting and accepting one another.
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HeyImAshe Jun 12
Were there any boy clothes she could've just put those on ....also where do they usally get there clothes ??
MistyShadows844 Feb 18
I almost ripped the book in half when I got to the end, It was so sad
xXnotagoodwriterXx Feb 20, 2016
This is an amazing book. Your a talented writer and honestly my favorite book genre is werewolf and my favorite supernatural is a mermaid, I've read almost every mermaid wolf mate book, and this is by far in my top three!
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djkayla1211 Dec 27, 2016
Good so far but I think you should have introduced her mate or something
MarLPri Jan 21, 2017
Aww that's so cool how you twisted the title! That was clever of you, I love of mice and men. lol, just not the ending


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We gave our all, we ran the good race. Tirelessly though aching in body and mind, set-jaw determined though we knew not what would come next, hoping in the face of brutal adversity. We were chased, spat at, stoned, flogged, threatened, cursed, jailed, assaulted, shouted down and, sometimes, ignored. Some listened, and some heard.
Often, at campfires alone, we'd talk of old lives, lives never ever to return to, even if given the opportunity. The power, the deference, the respect and the money, all is gone, and gone forever, simply because of what we saw and heard and what came to us.
We were not popular; we did not say what they wanted to hear. But to some – that was exactly what they needed to hear. We spoke in the temples, in hovels and huts, in caves and crypts, on salt-sprayed ships and on dusty trails, even, on one or two occasions, in the palaces. We spoke to kings and queens, governors, autarchs, satraps, scribes and merchants in the midst of counting caravans, blacksmiths and soldiers, farmers and fishermen, old widows counting coins and young boys playing with wooden swords. We spoke to whoever had ears; whether they heard us or not was not, ultimately, our burden.
Once, we lost a companion, a good man, who lost his faith. Several times, men died in our presence, and once, a man was brought back to life. We were awed, amazed, astounded, privileged, uncomprehending, misunderstanding, fearful and bold, at times, courageous and complete cowards at others, but one thing we did that was required of us: we persevered.
We shed tears and laughed and slapped men heartily on their shoulders. We plowed fields, hauled cargo off the docks, inspected metal-works, plumbed archways and the plotted the celestial dome with the learned ones. We argued wisdom with the Greeks, ground herbs with the doctors, swam the salt-waters with sailors. We mended nets, thatched roofs, tarred hulls and cooked for armies of mercenaries. All things to all men, it is said, and we were.
Thrice we circumnavigated the world, losing companions yet gaining legions. We knew not where the next sunrise would take us; indeed, we knew nothing of when the journey would end. In the rough chop of the wintry sea our ship went down, but that was not to be the end of us. We washed ashore, and converted the men who tended our broken bodies.
We saw signs and wonders seen by none before or since; worked wonders that none of us would have thought possible. The highest heights and the lowest depths of men were revealed to us. We ourselves – our thoughts, our speech, our deeds – often delved those depths, as often as we soared loftily. But we focused on the goal, and held it, sweetly yet securely, in our minds at all times, but most importantly, in our hearts.
And we wrote. And wrote, and wrote, and wrote.
Friday, July 25, 2008
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"Parole parole" is a 1972 duet song written by Gianni Ferrio, Leo Chiosso and Giancarlo Del Re. The song was originally performed by Mina and Alberto Lupo.
In 1973 Alain Delon with the singer Dalida sang the duet "Paroles, Paroles". The song became a worldwide hit.
I could not find any video of Mr. Delon singing with Dalida. This video features Dalida.
Here's a video with lyrics-
On December 1st, 1996, Celine Dion taped a New Year's Eve show Faites la fête hosted by Michel Drucker and broadcasted on December 31st on the channel France 2. Celine performed in duet with Alain Delon the song "Paroles, paroles."
Alain Delon and Russian pop singer Stella Gianni sang 'Paroles, Paroles' at the Autoradio's festival 'Disco of the 80's' in Moscow on November 27, 2009.
A video of them meeting press-
Photo of Mr. Delon and Ms Gianni at the festival-
A video of their performance-
According to newsclick.de on September 25, 2010 Mr. Delon performed "Paroles, Paroles" with Vicky Leandros on German tv.
The "Willkommen bei Carmen Nebel" on ZDF broadcast was a fundraiser for the Cancer Society.
The donations for the Cancer Society was considerable with around 3.7 million euros, the audience remained close to 4 million but well short of expectations: The charity show "Willkommen bei Carmen Nebel" was on Saturday (September 25, 2010) evening by ZDF from the Braunschweig Volkswagen Halle transferred.
Top star of the show was the 74-year-old French film star Alain Delon, who sang a duet with Vicky Leandros. Other guests of the two and a half hours of transmission have included Semino Rossi, David Garrett, Karel Gott, Mark Medlock, Mary Roos and Ben Becker. Several thousands of floating candles, the Brunswick had bought for a good cause lit, on the Oker the cold and wet night.
Vicky Leandros Ben Becker and Alain Delon who appears at minute 2:31.