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tag: a quick guide to filipino food and cooking, cris abiva
After doing my groceries I'd usually dropped by National Bookstore. I'll look for discounted books which they'd normally sell at very low prices to clear their shelves for new titles. This morning I found a few good titles and I bought some.
Surprising catch is this cook book, "A Quick Guide to Filipino Food and Cooking" by Cris Abiva. This inconspicuous book is a treasure throve of forgotten Filipino foodstuff.
It lists the following types of traditional Filipino jamon: jamon china, salty Chinese ham boiled in beer and pineapple, glazed with sugar; jamon de sierra, well-cured Spanish ham serve in small rectangles; jamon en dulce, cooked jamon en funda covered with sugar that's carmelized to form a glaze; jamen en funda, ham wrapped in a cloth sack that looks like a pillow case and jamon Serrano, Spanish ham cured in mountain air during winter.
Today when ham comes to mind, we think of fiesta ham from Purefoods Corporation.
Other curious entries were the breads that once rolled out of our local panaderias: pan de agua, water-sealed bread shaped like a half-moon; pan de aragon, bread similar to small crusty French bread; pan de bonete, crusty reddish brown bread shaped like a bonnet; pan de caña, buns that are sliced then re baked making the edges curl like bamboo canes or caña; pan de coco, bund filled with sweetened grated coconut; pan de limon, plump bread with a smooth crust; pan de monja, nun's bread, large and yellowish, it later became known as monay; pan de Navarro, a large loaf bread with a hard crust; pan de sal, literally "bread of salt", small, oval buns that are crusty outside and fluffy inside; pan de suelo, pandesal baked on oven floor making the crust very hard and crisp; pan de San Nicolas, not a bread but a special biscuit…also called sanicula and made to celebrate the feast of San Nicolas Tolentino; pan de Vienna, round bun with a cross cut on top and pan gaseosa, a flat mushy bread used for emparedados, a kind of sandwich. Biscuits like jacobina and hojaldres are rare nowadays but ensaimadas and empanada has taken new taste and forms.
What's a book about Filipino food without citing the diversity of pancit we have. Pansit bihon, buko, canton, efuven, luglug, malabon, marilao, meycuayan, molo, palabok and sotanghon. And these are just some of the more popular variety — every province is known to have their own style when it comes to preparing pancit!
There were also old entries that the present generation have not seen, like the banggera, a wooden (most cases made of bamboo) window used for drying dishes. Comedor are now kitchen and dining area, another word we no longer use.
Here are some interesting items from the book:
Kinchamsay, dried banana flower used in paksiw na pata
Zarzuela de mariscos, stew of fish and seafood with olive oil, tonatoes and saffron and wine.
Tungkos, a bunch in local market language
Bunuelos, fried bread snacks
Pepitoria, chicken cooked with sauce of liver and gizzards
Chupa, a measure of rice equivalent to .375 kilos (that's before the meaning was hijacked!)
Pescado en salsa agrio-dulce, fish in sweet and sour sauce
Pavo embuchado, stuffed turkey
Salchichas, white sausages
Machacao, old bread toasted to a crisp.
Cocido, boiled meat and veggies,
Cascaron, fishballs before meat balls on sticks
Cabeza de jabali, boars head, deboned. Spiced and marinated with wine, lemon, then stuffed with sausages, ham, pickles. Sliced and served cold.
And these are just samples of words we hardly hear, or probably will never hear, will never get to taste, in our time —
Just imagine how our abuelos prepared and enjoyed these wonderful, delectable creations. They'd be very proud of us if only we continued from where they left off.


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I packed my suitcase and thought I would travel light. But as I got farther into my journey, I realized that lighter may not always be better. So I stopped momentarily to add to my bags things like faith, hope and love. Now when opportunity knocks I am ready to hop on board this train called life.
"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
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School Kids Sing for Health Care Reform on Set of CNN
I shouldn't be, but I am constantly amazed at how the mainstream media is NOT doing its job and how biased they are. Instead of fair, accurate reporting, they just put out propaganda. Check out this video of school kids singing a song about health care reform on the set of CNN. Obama must be so proud that he has the media in his pocket and that they will fill the airwaves promoting his agenda. It disgusts me!!!
School Kids Sing for Health Care Reform on Set of CNN
LINK to Video: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2009/10/07/school_kids_sing_for_health_care_reform_on_set_of_cnn.html


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Lately, whenever I forget something, like where I put my car keys (eyeglasses, dog's leash, car, husband), someone usually will comment that I'm having a "senior moment." Well, if that's the case, last week I had an entire "senior day."
I was on my way to Concord when my car's low-fuel light popped on and made a "ding-ding" sound. That was due to a previous senior moment when I'd left the house to go buy gas and instead ended up running so many errands, I completely forgot why I'd come into town in the first place, and came home gas-less.
So the moment the low-fuel light popped on, I headed straight for my favorite full-serve gas station. When I pulled in, there were three cars at each pump, so I got into one of the lines and prayed my car wouldn't sputter and die before I reached the pump. I sat there for a while until the attendant approached and told me I was on the wrong side and would have to back up and go around. I didn't know what he was talking about until I realized I'd pulled up to the pump with the driver's side facing it...but my gas cap is on the passenger's side.
As I've mentioned in past columns, backing up a car is not something I do very well...and believe me, everyone at the gas station who was waiting in line can attest to that fact. Five attempts later, after endangering the paint job of every vehicle within a quarter-mile radius, I finally managed to back up and make it to the correct pump. A couple of the people in line actually cheered. I wasn't certain if it was because I'd successfully made it to the pump or because they were so relieved they'd come out of it with their fenders still intact.
After I finally got gas, I headed to Concord to pick up my new bifocals, which I'd ordered two weeks before. I'd swapped my trifocals for them because I was convinced the trifocals were implements of death. With every step I took while wearing them, I'd risked fracturing some essential body part, mainly because the lenses made the ground look as if it were up somewhere right beneath my nostrils. So the optician thought going from a "tri" down to a "bi" might be easier for me.
I took a seat in the optician's office and he handed my new bifocals to me. He also handed me a card with various-sized printed paragraphs on it. "Tell me which paragraph is the smallest you can read," he said.
I studied the card. Every paragraph ran into the next one in a giant blur. "I can't see any of them," I said.
"Are you looking through the bottom half of the glasses?" he asked.
I nodded. "I'm looking through the part that's below the bifocal line."
"Try again," he said.
If anything, the card looked even blurrier.
"How about the top part, the distance part?" he asked. "Look at that poster on the wall over there. Can you read anything on it?"
I couldn't even see the poster, never mind read it. Heck, I barely could see the wall. "I think maybe you got my prescription mixed up with someone else's,"
I told him.
He shook his head. "I can't imagine that happening. But I'll go double check."
He took my glasses and disappeared out back into the lab area. While I sat there waiting, I picked up the card with the different paragraphs on it. I could read all of them, all the way down to the bottom. Puzzled, I looked at the poster on the far wall. I could read that, too.
My face turned crimson and I groaned out loud as it suddenly dawned on me why I could see better without the glasses. I was wearing my contact lenses.
I didn't know whether to wait for the optician to return and explain why I hadn't been able to see anything through the bifocals...or just turn and bolt out the door to save my dignity. I decided to stay, but only because I'd paid for the glasses in advance.
The optician, scratching his head and staring at my glasses in his hand, came back and said, "I can't understand it. Everything checks out fine with your original prescription."
I forced a weak smile. "Um, I think part of the problem might be that I'm still wearing my contact lenses."
All I can say is thank goodness the guy had a good sense of humor. He burst out laughing. Not surprisingly, the glasses worked much better when I tried them on again with naked eyes.
I didn't get home until nearly 8:30.
"Good to see you!" my husband greeted me. "I'm starving! I've been waiting all night for those juicy cheeseburgers you promised me. I hope you bought a lot of ground beef because I might even have three burgers tonight!"
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January 12, 2017
There's a Bible story about Jesus praying in the small hours of the night. While the Lord went deep into the garden to be alone, he asked his disciples to stay awake—but they failed. That's an encouraging story for everyday Christians, because it shows that even the disciples who knew Jesus personally did not have a perfect record in following Christ. Neither do any of us.
But the story also shows that staying in touch with Christ takes effort. It's not something that we can take for granted. Intentional practices like study and prayer are the disciplines that bring us closer to God.
There is one group of men at Galilee who have no problem getting out of bed early to meet their Savior. They are the members of the Thursday Morning "Son-Rise" study group, who meet at 6:30am at the Holiday Inn on Rt. 28 in Sterling.
AWAKE! Members of the Son-Rise study group: Bruce Vibbert, Steve Bryant, Dave Leroy, Jim Carroll, Jeff Appel, Seth Campbell. Photo by Tim Frank.
Six-thirty is pretty early! Why do it?
"Years ago, I discovered that it's survivable to get up a little early if you're making time for something important," Son-Rise member Tim Frank explains. "My days and evenings get crowded with important happenings and good intentions to pray and study go out the window. But getting myself out of bed early one day a week is something I can easily control."
Tim is a tireless volunteer who can often be seen setting up for Wednesday Pickle Ball or sitting in the sound booth during Sunday's services. He's also involved in the Alzheimer's Caregiver Support Group and Memory Cafe.
"Being part of Son-Rise has allowed me to meet and become closer friends with other church members. Some of them have been meeting at the Holiday Inn for fifteen or twenty years; others just started this year. We're all helping each other along on our spiritual journey by contributing our own understanding of what we read. I look forward all week to Thursday morning."
Finding Support
Jim Carroll is a retired educator who arrived at Galilee approximately twenty years ago. He says, "Morning discussions at Son-Rise enable me to share my views with dedicated Galilee men who have strong Christian views of their own. This has greatly broadened my faith. We share our ideas about religion in a highly supportive atmosphere. Just recently, one of our members was having difficult family problems and he felt comfortable bringing those problems to the group, seeking our advice. That's an experience that I will never forget, as it encourages us all to bring our whole lives into contact with our faith."
"It has been a blessing to find such a group," Jim says. "As a result of my involvement with the Son-Rise-Group, I now read the Bible daily in addition to keeping up with the topics that we discuss during our study time."
All Are Welcome
Jeff Appel, originally from Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, has been attending Galilee since 2003. But he's not someone who was eager to jump into a Bible study.
"I am an introvert and so I join groups reluctantly. But with strong encouragement from my wife, Jean, and college-age daughter, Mary Kate, I decided to give it a try. I wasn't sure about the time commitment, since it would make me late for work. But I found that the return on my time invested was of value. I was welcomed by the group members and made to feel at home from the beginning. Son-Rise discussions stay with me throughout the week and it definitely helps one to keep a more "Christ-centered" perspective when dealing with daily challenges."
"The group also gives me an awareness of some of the "behind-the-scenes" workings of Galilee, and with that, a greater appreciation of those who are quietly serving the Church in some way. That's important to me, because Galilee has offered much to my family. Mary Kate has grown up here, going through the Confirmation process to become a member (even when her parents weren't official members). When Jean was sick and undergoing treatments, Galilee friends prayed throughout her recovery. There are no words to explain my humble gratitude."
"The Son-Rise group discussions are helping me grow in my understanding of what it is to be Christian. I still feel I am beginning my journey and have much to learn. Son-Rise helps!"
Current Study
The Son-Rise group is currently reading Heaven by Randy Alcorn. As Christians, we can get so lost in the daily humdrum of life that we forget all about the Promised Land. Alcorn's book takes a look at Biblical answers to common questions about Heaven.
"It's my favorite book of the books we have recently read and discussed," says Jim Carroll. "It goes into great detail about the subject, including how we realize our destiny in heaven, understanding present faith as a type of heaven, grasping redemption, and anticipating resurrection."
Please consider this your invitation to join the members of the Son-Rise study group as they enjoy study, prayer, and great fellowship. They always welcome newcomers to meet Thursday mornings from 6:30-7:30am at the Holiday Inn at 45425 Holiday Dr, Sterling, VA 20166.


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McKinley Assassination Edition
- Leon Czolgosz tried unsuccessfully to join Emma Goldman's anarchist circle
- McKinley attended the national encampment of the Grand Army of the Republic before arriving in Buffalo for the Pan-American Exposition.
- Czolgosz planned to shoot McKinley on September 5th, but could not get close during the Presidential speech.
- Security officers repeatedly pummeled Czolgosz after the shooting- until McKinley ordered them to stop, "Go easy on him now boys…"
- Gangrene in the digestive tract killed McKinley


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Most areas in Connecticut haven't seen a frost and most certainly haven't seen a hard freeze! All that will change Thursday as a burst of cold will move south as a departing storm heads into the Atlantic.
While the NAM computer model drops temperatures fast enough to change rain to accumulating snow just about everywhere the GFS is much milder. As is typical the NAM Is likely too cold and the truth will lie in the middle.
At this point it seems like a slushy coating to an inch of snow is possible in the northwest and northeast hills Thursday evening. For the valley locations some places may see some wet snowflakes mix in but that's just about it. One of the differences in the model is that the stronger solutions develop stronger northerly winds at the surface which is able to tug colder air to the coast much faster. This will be something to watch.
The 15z SREF snowfall probabilities are pretty similar to previous runs with about a 50% chance of >1″ of snow in the higher elevations of Litchfield County. The green shading is probability over 50% and red is over 75%. As you can see there is a low probability of >1″ of snow in some of the lower elevations but at this point that is rather unlikely.
Even a slushy accumulation could make roads slippery as temperatures drop below freezing in the hills. Watch for some black ice as well early Friday morning.
As for Saturday's storm… stay tuned! At this point it looks like a rain/snow mix glances by Connecticut but there are some indications the storm could be closer to the coast and much more powerful.


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- Total No. of Vacancies:– 16
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Name badges aren't just for business purposes. They can be used for parties, family reunions, craft workshops and other get-togethers. For these occasions, you may want a less formal name tag and something more creative than you would use for a business seminar. Homemade name badges fit the bill. Scrapbooking paper or fabric makes it easy to create unique name badges that are not only memorable, but can also be a keepsake.
Cut a piece of scrapbook paper to fit inside the pocket of the badge ID holder.
Create a layout with other bits of scrapbook paper and a photo if you desire and glue them on.
Write a name on the badge with a marker.
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Maricopa has one pumpkin patch in town. And all the pumpkins were really good ones. Josh and I were picking out nice pumpkins saying, "this one's perfect". -Trying to speed the kids' choices up. Parker picked up a pumpkin and said "this one's perfect." We laughed so hard because it looked like a flat butt. And it was probably the worst one in the patch. We should have got a pic of it.
Monday, October 27, 2008
In Search of the Great Pumpkin
Maricopa has one pumpkin patch in town. And all the pumpkins were really good ones. Josh and I were picking out nice pumpkins saying, "this one's perfect". -Trying to speed the kids' choices up. Parker picked up a pumpkin and said "this one's perfect." We laughed so hard because it looked like a flat butt. And it was probably the worst one in the patch. We should have got a pic of it.
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
A Binki-Free Life
We are on our way! Today is Day 4 of a binki-free life. I made up my mind that Monday was the day I would wean Mason off of the pacifier. He was way too attached and of course way too old for it. It hasn't been easy but it's getting better. Day 2 was propably the worst. He had been asking for his "bee" since the day before and I just kept telling him no. He finally looked at me and said as clear as day, "I unt my binki." As if I hadn't understood him before. He has never pronounced binki right before. It was so cute. But not cute enough to give in. Today he is happy and smiling and hasn't asked for it once. I am so proud of that little bugger.
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
Shnepf Farms
On Friday we picked the girls up for school and headed for the Arizona State Fair. But then someone told us about a farm in Queen Creek that has pumpkins, rides, food, music and much more. So we went there instead. We had a blast! The kids' favorite part was the "spooky train ride". The train takes you around the farm and into a short stretch of woods where real life ghosts and monsters jump out at you and scream, making Parker jump every time. Mason just looked at these people like, "what's with you?" Everyone had so much fun!
I took these pics with my smaller digital camera because I thought it'd be easier to carry around. I wish I hadn't. They didn't come out as well.
They even had grown up tricycles. They were so much fun!
Mason on the carosel. Every pic of him he has a binki in his mouth! I'm so tired of it. My goal is MONDAY!! I take it away on Monday. Wish me luck!
Checking out the pumpkins...
Josh and Mason watching the blue grass band. At one point Mason got down and boogied all around. He is a dancin fool.
The kids got their faces painted. They turned our really cute.
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Najavo Nation
The kids and I went up to stay with Josh for a week on the Navajo Nation reservation (it was the kids' fall break). There wasn't a whole lot to do but we brought all of our bikes and did a little sight seeing. The country is beautiful out there!
During our visit to the red rocks (in the pics)I got the truck stuck in the sand and couldn't get it out. I was so scared and worried. We walked out to the main road where I flagged down the next car and a nice lady gave us a ride back to Josh's job site 15 miles away. (I was crying like an idiot by then). Later Josh and a co-worker headed out to rescue the truck. I asked him how he got it out, did he pull it? And he said, "I drove it out." I swear I tried that!! I didn't know where the 4W drive was. Now I know.
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Thursday, October 2, 2008
D-Backs Game
Josh and I got to go to the Diamond Backs vs Colorado Rockies game last weekend with the Young Men and Young Womens. I was called to be an advisor in the Young Womens. Yay! So now I get to follow along when the ward does fun stuff like this. I know the D Backs won but couldn't tell you the score. Too busy chatting to pay attention.
This doesn't do the fireworks show justice at all. It was awesome! I need to do some research on taking good pics at night.
The stadium. Don't ask me what it's called...I told you I wasn't paying attention.
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- Year Built: 1880
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Fantastic location, corner of Washington and 4th Street, minutes from downtown New Rochelle. This is a great opportunity for a turn key Deli/ restaurant, bakery, or pizzeria that is set-up and ready to go! Start making money immediately. Equipped with tables, chairs, coolers, stove top, sinks, shelving, display cases, and a meat slicer. There's an adjacent room that's perfect for gatherings and parties.Previous business was a Deli. Building also has 5 parking spaces in the rear of the building. Come and set up shop!
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Listing Agent: Alvis "Al" Smith
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"Oh dear, oh dear. I shall be late!" So said the rabbit in the slightly psychedelic tale of Alice and Wonderland. Some things are best not attempted on days when we take a tumble down the rabbit hole, so to speak.
I am a confessed hurrier - not even sure if that is a word. I'll also speak for Alice (not the Wonderland Alice) in telling you that she is one of these as well. Most of the time this is quite handy. You can get lots of things done, and you become very adept at discovering shortcuts. I get a little tinge of satisfaction in speeding right along whether it be getting all the groceries in from the car in one load or disregarding guidelines in a recipe so it will be done sooner. You also get used to juggling various things at once, and most of the time things work out just fine, great even.
But there's a lesson I've learned in my life as a hurrier, sometimes you have to just slow down and take the time to let the bread dough rise. Now, you can take this literally or as a grand life metaphor. But for our purposes today, feel free to just take it literally. Plan ahead for a little time, heck, even knead the dough by hand (it's actually a pretty good arm workout!). Embrace the opportunity to not optimize your minutes and you might enjoy the process as much as the actual result.
Yes, we're bringing bread to the table today. This recipe has its origins in Switzerland, passed down through a friend's family. She speaks of how her grandmother looked forward to this bread because of the luxury of white flour. We tweaked the recipe in order to lower the fat content yet retain the moist weight of good homemade bread. Now, we know that whole grains are very important for better health. We also know that it's nice to have other options now and then. This one's a keeper.
Swiss White Bread
When we first had this bread it was baked in a French bread pan which helps the bread keep its form. If you don't have one of these pans, you can simply bake it on a good quality cookie sheet. The bread will expand outward to a greater degree when baked on a cookie sheet - both are just fine.
This bread is delectable in almost any form. It makes heavenly sandwiches, where the bread is actually a noticeable part of the sandwich. Make toast with this bread and you'll have a crusty exterior with a pleasing bite and a chewy, soft interior. We made French toast with it this morning and it keeps it's heft through the soaking and the grilling. Use leftovers that have been in the pantry for a couple days to make a healthier bread pudding using egg substitute and nonfat milk. You can even use the dough to make cinnamon rolls, going sparingly with any added fat (use butter substitute to reduce high cholesterol worries) before rolling up.
2 packages (4 ½ teaspoons) yeast
2 ½ cups lukewarm water
¾ cup nonfat dry milk
1/3 cup sugar
7-8 cups white flour
½ cup egg substitute
1 ½ tablespoons salt
2 tablespoons canola oil
½ c mashed potatoes (reconstituted potatoes work fine and are much less fuss)
1 egg white
1 tablespoon skim milk
1 tablespoon sesame seeds, optional
In a large mixer, mix the yeast, water, dry milk, and sugar. Mix in 1 ½ cups flour and let stand until spongy, about 7 to 8 minutes. Mix in the egg substitute, salt, oil, and mashed potatoes well incorporated. Gradually add the remaining flour (spooned into measuring cup and leveled with a knife), enough to make a soft, dough that will be just a tad sticky. Knead for 10 to 15 minutes until smooth and elastic. Let rise until doubled in size. Punch down and divide into 2 equal portions. Divide each portion into equal thirds, shaping each into a long rope. Place the ropes parallel to each other and pinch all three together at one end. Using the pinched end as a base, begin to braid the ropes together and finish by pinching the opposite ends of the three ropes together at the end of the braid. In a small mixing bowl whisk the egg white and milk together; brush on the loaves using a pastry brush. Sprinkle with sesame seeds, if using. Place on a sprayed baking sheet and let rise until double in bulk. Bake at 350F for about 30 minutes or until golden brown. Makes two very large loaves, approximately 40 servings.
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I've never taken my car to get the oil changed, my dad usually does it and I have no idea how long it takes...How long does an oil change take?If you go to a fast place, as little as 10 minutes.How long does an oil change take?10-20 minsHow long does an oil change take?If you go to a quick change place 15 - 20 min but dont let them talk you into doing more, lots of time that is how they make more money for themselves and take advantage of you if you dont know much about carsHow long does an oil change take?Personally, I'd rather have it done at the car dealer where it might take longer and cost more. First, you'll get factory trained shop technicians using original equipment filters and fluids who are familiar with your model car. There can be a big difference in oil filter design and quality, and you don't want to take a chance damaging a $5,000 engine. Also, what if the %26quot;quickie lube shop%26quot; cross threads your oil drain plug and you end up losing all your oil on the highway and burning up your engine? You've got a much better chance of mistakes being corrected responsibly at your car dealer than at a quickie lube chain. The chain store will try to sell you lots of things you don't need in some cases because that's the way their business is set up to operate. An oil change may seem like a simple no risk maintenance item, but auto mechanics can easily do major damage to your car. Who do you really trust to maintain and repair that $25,000 car you just purchased?How long does an oil change take?depeding upon the place...
Places that just change the oil nothing less 5 min-10 min.
Most quick lube/dealers are closer to 20-30 min. maybe more depending upon how many are a head of you but when you arrive, the longer time is because they do all the inspections,vac the car etc.they should give an idea of how long to do it.
But personally never had anyone change my oil in 17 years of driving... But changing others oil.. that's about the time neededHow long does an oil change take?Not very long. Like 20 - 30 minutes, not even.How long does an oil change take?Once they take your car in, should be no more than half an hour.How long does an oil change take?it all depends on the place where you go to. i had to wait like 2 hours because they have like 5 cars before me. but if you are the only one it doesnt even take 20 minutes.How long does an oil change take?I can change my oil and filter in 20 minutes including checking all the fluids under the hood, putting it on stands and taking it off.How long does an oil change take?depends on the size of your engine, how many people are in front of you, and if the place doing it is quick or not, I would schedule at least an hour, that way you should be in and out with out running late.How long does an oil change take?I always go to the fast lube..takes about 10 mins there if there's no one in line. maybe 20 mins at most.How long does an oil change take?Don't ever trust any dealership, or any quick lube place. I've seen over filled, under filled, wrong oil put in into engines, stripped oil pans, you name it. Nissan dealership drained my uncle's car's transmission fluid instead of oil and then tried to drive the car outside. You can imagine what happened. Idiots. I change my car oil myself and it takes me about 20 min, but I like to get as much as possible out, so I wait a bit longer if I got nowhere to go. If you absolutely have to go somewhere else check oil level yourself after they're done. And yeah depending on lines it'll probably take like 30 min., maybe less. They're in no hurry.How long does an oil change take?Just do it yourself. It'll take the same amount of time, but save you a lot of money in the long run.How long does an oil change take?Very little time at all, usually less than 30 minutes. It usually depends on how much the mechanic checks over. Like topping off all your fluids as well.How long does an oil change take?Depending on if you have to wait in line or not, it should take about 20-30 minutes.
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My son, Samuel, has 3 children. The middle child, Kira, will be 6 years old this fall. When she was 4 years old he did the famous marshmallow experiment from the 1960s with her. Here is how it goes:
Four-year-olds were put in a room with just a chair and a table. They could choose a marshmallow, a cookie or a pretzel stick. Most chose the gooey, fluffy marshmallow. Then they were told they could eat one marshmallow immediately, or, if they waited until the researcher left and returned again, they could have two gooey, fluffy marshmallows. Some popped the marshmallows in their mouths before the researcher even left the room, but some waited.
The children were tracked for years by the researchers, who found those children who wrestled with the temptation and found a way to resist that temptation grew up better adjusted, had less behavioral problems, and scored an average of 210 points higher on the SAT test. The ability to delay gratification seems to be an invaluable attribute. Teaching a child to wait for a worthwhile goal is possibly as important as potty training to the success of that individual. According to Walter Mischel, the Stanford professor of psychology in charge of the marshmallow experiment, "Such mundane routines of childhood–such as not snacking before dinner, or saving up your allowance, or holding out until Christmas morning–are really sly exercises in cognitive training: we are teaching ourselves how to think so that we can outsmart our desires" (Jonah Lehrer, "Don't" New Yorker, May 19, 2009)
How do we resist? What kind of strategizing works to help us delay gratification. Lorilee Craker in her book Money Secrets of the Amish (Lorilee says the Amish are masters at gratification delay.) gives us a list:
- distraction
- calculate the value of your frittering
- calculate how many hours you must work for the "thing" you want and ask yourself if it is worth it
- permit small luxuries along the way
- have a goal
I am proud to tell you that my grand-daughter has some skills in this area. She waited till her Dad returned in order to get two marshmallows. The Bible is full of references to building firmly and securely. In order to do so, one must build with solid materials and the cost of those materials is not cheap. You don't get them by frittering. Way to go, Kira!
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Monday, April 05, 2010
the Office
This is Michael (Steve Carell) from, "the Office". I really like the show and got all the DVDs. I play them when I'm working on the computer as background noise. When I first saw it... it was so hard to watch (not because it was bad but the situation was so uncomfortable) I had to turn the channel. But I tried again later on and got hooked by the whole Pam, Roy, and Jim plot, that I had to get the box set to catch up. About the quote... you'll have to watch the show to find out. ;)
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I have been doing a lot of research and reading lately--all great material and examples of ways to develop communities--I will continue to share my findings via blogging. Not only have I been reading some great material, but the amount of tangible resources I was begging and pleading for in my very first and second posts have come into light. Hallelujah.
I think I have stated numerous times in past posts about the amount of potential we have as a community to develop and progress--well, it is why I started this journey and continue along in my merry ways. Time will not tell, time will show.
I'm looking forward to our summer months for things to spring forth as new.
Next week, I'm attending a conference in Sioux Falls and rural progression will be the hot topic at the conference. More ideas, more inspiration, more resources coming our way. I can't wait!


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Saturday, October 20, 2012
I feel like a flying egg....Change is hard!
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. - C. S. Lewis
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Changing oil is a most important thing for your car. Which can helps your cars moving all parts to moved safe and smoothly. If you don't change your cars oil at the right time it could be damage your cars engine or other moving critical parts. How can you change your cars engine oil here I will give you some idea step by step.
STEP1- To avoid any burns and to change old engine oil it is must required to off your car engine for a moment. Wait 10 to 15 minutes, it helps you to clean old oil nicely.
There is an "oil cap" on the top of your car engine, remove the oil cap first. There is another "oil drain nut" is on bottom of the engine oil pan.
STEP2-Unscrew the oil drain nut with a wrench and socket; put the oil drain pan under your car engine. Remove the oil drain nut and drain the old oil into the pan.
STEP3-After cleaning the filter or change the filter put back all nicely and screws the nut properly and tightly. Don't forget to put a thin layer of oil around the oil filter ring. This is protecting the oil filter to any oil leaking.
STEP4- Put a funnel into the hole of the top of engine cover. Refilling the oil how much your engine required as the manual. Close back the oil cap and cleans the excess oils.
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A Little Bit of Heaven in the Middle of Hell
And she conquered.
Watching it wasn't easy. The sword thrusts were quick and to the point, but she came prepared. She knew how to dodge, how to feint, and how to sometimes let the flesh take the blow. She knew it wouldn't kill her, but she also knew she would suffer. Suffering, as they say, is easy. Few do it well, though.
Sitting alone at night, pondering, she knew she had to face the fury again ... day after day. It was not something just anyone could do. Not even close. If you think about it, being a samurai was never about doing the easy thing. It was all about embracing the fact that you would die in battle and then doing battle the best way possible. If you were good enough, skilled enough, you survived. If you died, you died honorably, or so help your family's honor.
She did her family well.
Watching this play out, people had ideas. They always do. They work their magic to try and lessen something, make it more human. Especially when confronted with what they don't understand. They do their best to drag their savior down to their level, to humanize them, to humble them. They never realize that the samurai, in order to get where she has been, has already been humbled, has already been humanized, has already been at that level. That's the only way she cold transcend. It wasn't easy. It wasn't quick. It was not without casualties. There were many sleepless nights, many dark times where the blade was her only friend. That is common. That is the life of the warrior.
If you've never been there, you would never understand. Men, by nature of their confidence, can pull this off. They do it all the time. They do it without the skills to back it up. They do it because it is what they are taught. They muddle through while appearing to be victors.
Females don't have it so easy, so when they can do it, you know there are the skills there to back it up. You know that the blades they carry (which are always hidden -- if they even come armed), can cut you to shreds before you even realize it.
Strong, smart women with confidence and skills do more damage than a nuclear bomb, and can accomplish more than a well-armed militia. They can destroy mountains with a look. They can motivate nations. They can inspire people to greatness ... and they can do it without the heavy-handed methods that are employed by men of lesser distinction.
Realizing that, I know I am one of the lucky ones. I survived intact. I get to breathe another day. I was witness to a mission accomplished in a way that would dazzle the more intellectual among us and cause the easily distracted to wonder just what the hell happened. That is rare. But then again, so is a female samurai ...
(I don't expect any kind of great understanding from anyone on this. Quite frankly, I am tired beyond belief. I remain impressed with some people, though, and the more I know, the more impressed I become. When you lose faith in the human race, sometimes all it takes is some well-placed words and an examination of the world around you to set things right.)
The Growl Under the Bed Part 8: Drained
There is a balancing act that needs to be performed. Too far one way or another, and you have something that is either so graphic in the blood department that it takes away the rest of the scene's power. Go the other direction and you have something so erotic that it makes the violence seem almost like an after thought. I just wrote a scene a few days ago that needed to be between the two, while at the same time being viewed at by an outsider who had never seen such a thing, and administered by someone so used to it that it was second nature. For it to work, it could not seem like you were reading it. Instead, the reader had to be there. The narrative could not cause the reader to contemplate, but had to force them to be in the moment. That meant no delving into anyone's thoughts and only writing with the senses (and I had to pick which senses would be heightened by the experience).
Unless you've tried to do this or have realized what you are experiencing when you read it or see it in a movie, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about, which could be a good thing, as that means you've probably never realized it is taking place. A movie can sometimes easily pull that off. A book cannot.
I focused on key things that a first-time witness would focus on. The nudity. The blood. The face. The noises. The words spoken. The actions taken. Nothing else even comes into focus until after the scene is over. Nobody died in the scene, and it didn't involve force, so there weren't those jarring elements. It was art created with sexual imagery and blood. It elicits a different reaction from people, conflicting reactions within one's own mind, but I couldn't focus on the character because the reader in this case had to be the character, and I didn't want to tell the reader what to think. Instead, I had to show the reader enough to get them to form a reaction that I wanted. It is manipulation, and it is not easy because the scene either works or totally falls apart.
Did it work? Time will tell when I go back to do my rewrites. I have a feeling it does because I'm actually good with those kinds of scenes (and dialogue, of course). Will it work for everyone? No. But my guess is that regardless of whether or not it works, readers will see it through to the end. As for the rest of the manuscript ... that remains to be seen.
Sunshine and Happiness
Last post for a bit. Over. Out.
I will post again, but it may be a while.
The only plus side is that one led me to some wonderful insight into how to deal with a situation I am in now.
I dread this day ... for many reasons.
I've been watching my daughter's fish most of the morning. I find it relaxing. Had some coffee on the deck in the dark. It was wonderful. Peaceful. It was like the world was a tomb, an effect randomly marred by the passing of some poor soul on their way to work. It made me think of a time before cars, cell phones, fax machines, supermarkets, computers -- all those things that have made us soft.
Worked on the manuscript last night (my plans had changed on me). I want this published, I want to write the next one. I have no idea what it will be yet (my mind is too into this one), but I hope it will be worthy of my time.
6:15. Been up for almost three hours. Have to work eight hours. Should be a marvelous day.
Hookers Want My Money
As I had to stop, in the middle of the street no less, while a man on a bike stopped to talk to the man in the car in front of me, one such lady waved at me from the sidewalk. Stupidly, I looked. She took this as an invite to make her way over to the car.
Before I could get a word out, this woman, whose low cut top revealed the gentle swell of her bruised breasts, said, "Are you looking for company?"
"No, but thanks." I was polite. She's trying to work. I understand that. She's got to hustle that ass so she can put food on the table. Who am I to judge?
"Yah sure?" Her lack of teeth and personal hygiene made sure I was sure.
"I am."
"Can I get a ride?"
If I put her in the car, I would have to delouse the thing. Of this, I am sure. I have passengers sometimes. All I need is a lice breakout.
The car in front of me pulled away, but she still had her hands on the roof of mine. Damn her.
"I am sure."
She looked at me as if I had no idea what I was missing out on (I'm sure she was right) and sauntered back to the curb. She looked about forty-five, which meant she was probably twenty-nine. I give her credit for being bold, too, as I'm sure I looked pissed.
As I drove away, I saw a truck slow down, and she went right to the passenger side door and climbed on in. Just like that. Services offered. Denied. Services offered. Accepted. I could only imagine how many new male members she would have the pleasure of meeting that night. How many is too many for a single night? Five? Ten? Two? Twenty? Would anyone ask for anything strange? (This is Humboldt, after all.) Would she get beat up? Robbed? Raped? The usual pitfalls that come with the job. Would she be asked to put on a special costume or fist some guy whose wife "just don't understand"? Would she go to be regretting the lifestyle, or counting the cash?
I'm sure she was a nice enough person, and it is quite possible her oral skills would be unsurpassed and I just blew (no pun intended) the chance of a lifetime. I somehow doubt it, though. The lack of teeth may have been a selling point for some guys, but me, I'm kind of old-fashioned when it comes to that sort of thing.
Limbs, however, are a whole other story.
Montcalm Moments
The piece wasn't picked up. I got the generic rejection letter that every writer has seen at one time or another. The person who rejected it, however, decided to write a personal note on it. This cock knock, whose initials are JF (he could be dead for all I know) took it upon himself to scrawl, "I hate tattoos, and not that into Shonen Knife rip offs or whatever the fuck their problems are. Tattoo removal story might be good if it were about some stupid asshole who got themself [sic] all inked up and then tried to remove that shit from their body -- unsuccessfully -- and then killed themself [sic] by immolation. Thanks, JF"
This, I should remind you, was an editor.
I'm not complaining. The guy was obviously in a shit mood, and I ended up placing the piece in Japanophile, which was a far classier magazine and paid nicely.
I just happened to come across this letter the other day while clearing out the desk. It made me wonder what happened to JF. It also made me wonder what the hell he had against tattoos. Maybe he got drunk at one time and got one of those shitty ones drunks often sport. Maybe some tattooed girl broke his heart, or maybe a tattoo guy fondled him in a bathroom somewhere. I'll never know.
The Pierced Tongue
I used to hate my enemies. These days I tend to ignore them unless they get in my way. Then they must be dealt with appropriately. Otherwise, I am just wasting my time, and time is one thing I'll never have enough of no matter what I do.
I get it. Embrace. Do what you got to do to get by all while keeping whatever shred of sanity you have. Immerse yourself in whatever gets you going. Become one with the Black Sun.
The body is a strange things. So many poisons in it. Some physical. Some mere ideas. I like the potential that is there. I like the limits that are broken. I think it's time to break mine a bit. Break it like you would a horse. Break it like you would someone's spirit. Break it into a thousand shimmering pieces of no tomorrows.
I like to think that when all is said and done and humanity is reduced to some smoldering waste pile that we will have known what we were capable of. I believer, however, we'll only know what we were afraid to achieve.
I don't want to go out like that.
I want to achieve.
Over and out.
Just Smile and Take the Pills
I will not think bad thoughts.
I think I'm pretty clear with my feelings. When I don't want to be bothered, I don't want to be bothered. When I don't want to talk, I don't want to talk. When I wish someone harm, I wish someone harm. That honesty can sometimes be damaging. It's not "healthy," or so I've been told.
I think it's a lot more healthy than suppressing those feelings and pretending like you are somehow above them. Like they are something you don't have, but "other people" do.
I will not think bad thoughts. I will not think bad thoughts.
There's a scene in Stanley Kubrick's flawed, yet beautiful version of The Shining. Jack has reached his breaking point, and his wife finds manuscript page after manuscript page formatted in various ways with the same line. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
Suppression doesn't work well for some people.
I think of myself as a fairly happy person in some unhappy situations. I make the most of them. I'm not hanging people in my garage and taking the drill to them. I'm not robbing liquor stores or poisoning town water supplies. I'm not exposing myself in public parks, and I don't have a shoplifting habit that's threatening to get me jail time. I don't go through life wearing a false smile (or often even a real one since people tend to get freaked out when I smile and I don't feeling like answering questions). I have even stopped pointing out much of the bullshit on the part of hypocrites when I encounter it because it's just not worth it.
Instead, I keep my mouth shut a lot and nod. I bite my tongue, not to spare anyone's feelings, but to keep from having to explain things. It's easier that way sometimes. A cop out? Yes, but in the long run it saves me e-mails and awkward moments.
I will not think bad thoughts.
I tried to be more social for a while. It didn't work. It doesn't work. Not for everyone. Not for me. I don't like the bar scene. Parties are not something I can relate to. Quite honestly, people are herd animals, and herd animals often act in stupid ways. That worries me.
One on one time is often fine. I can do that and not be too uncomfortable in my skin. Sometimes people try to pull me into their dramas. After first I usually laughed at the stupidity of it all, but when I saw the reactions I got to that, I quickly stopped and just kind of tuned out a lot of it. That is also easier in dealing with someone one on one. I don't like being pulled into other people's dramas caused by their own stupidity. I do like hearing about their thoughts and feelings, but don't expect me to sympathize with stupid. It's not going to happen.
I will not think bad thoughts.
I've limited my choices. I don't mind. It beats the alternative. Every once in a great while I'll have some pang of remorse that I didn't pursue something further, but then I realize that in the end, all roads lead to misery and death. That's the final outcome for any situation involving a human. You will, at some point, find yourself with diminished capacity, bleeding out, losing focus. You won't remember who is around you. Their faces will go into soft focus. Names wont' matter. Those memories won't matter. You may not even be strong enough for your survival instincts to kick in. Or ...
It will come fast. You may be with the love of your life. She may be laughing as you drive down the street, singing to some dumb Duran Duran song. Life, at that point, is good. In a split second, though, it all changes. That momentary happiness is replaced with broken glass, screeching tires on asphalt and that awful crunching sound that comes with metal being twisted out of shape. You may hear a scream. You may realize it is her. You will realize it is suddenly cut off. You won't know why because you can't turn your neck. You can look down, though. You need to because you think you wet yourself. You move your eyes down. It's not easy. It's also not urine. It's blood. Her's. And there she is. Across your lap. Part of her anyway. You wonder where the head went (the EMTs will later pull it from the back seat, eyes still open). It's a lot of blood. You black out.
I don't want to pretend there are no meaningful moments in life. There are, or those random acts would have no meaning, either. I just don't want to pretend the awful side of things doesn't exist. I want to acknowledge and move on and not waste my time trying to pretend otherwise.
It gets me through the day, and it keeps me from thinking bad thoughts ... sometimes.
The Swastika in Art and the World
Papeschi, whose work is titled "NaziSexyMouse," assured people he's not promoting Nazism (obviously), but instead pointing out that the symbol of Mickey and the symbol Nazis stole are about one in the same now. It also is a commentary on the lifestyles of Americans, which he calls a "horror."
The Poles want the poster banned. No discussion of capitalism and its ties to fascism. No discussion over how symbols affect people. They just want it to go away because it shocks them.
Subverting symbols is a valid use of art. (And, hey, since we're on the subject, you know how scary Nazis were. Imagine, if you will, how creepy and scary it would have been if Nazis were dressed as they normally were, but all wore Mickey Mouse masks. Creepy!) Using art to shock people -- intentionally or not -- is also valid. Not only is it valid, it is often necessary. This is a good case in point.
Crispin Glover's movie What is It? also uses Nazi imagery with a beloved child star. This movie poster obviously invokes all kinds of feelings in someone who remembers Shirley Temple. It is designed to stop you in your tracks, and it does that through the juxtaposition of Nazi culture and child star.
On the flipside of that, sometimes the general public needs something as obvious as this to react. It is unable to comprehend the subtle due to the onslaught of images that comes at it everyday in the form of advertising and who knows what else. It's all the difference between poison and a nuclear bomb. Both kill, but do so in wildly different ways. I prefer the poison because it's more direct and there is more art to be maintained that way, but the nuclear option does wonders for getting one's point across.
When this photo of a female hockey team was taken (1916), the swastika didn't mean what it does today. Obviously, it's hard to imagine a sports team doing something so bold (though Native Americans will feel differently), but can you imagine the reaction if they did? What kind of fear would it inspire in its opponents? This Edmonton team doesn't inspire too much fear, even with us having the meaning of the swastika changed (it could be the sweaters), but if the Colts suddenly changed their name and logo, I think the NFL would be a wildly different place.
It is doubtful that the swastika will ever regain the meaning it originally had. It's hard to undo a history as powerful as the Nazis'. When artists continue to use the symbol to invoke shock, it just continues the tradition (not that I'm saying they shouldn't use it -- they should -- I just don't find it very subtle). There will never be another serious sports team with a swastika logo, and it's doubtful there will ever be another comic book cover that uses it in such a benign way (it has been used as a tool of fear and shock, though). We have come too far to ever go back. It has been subverted by some evil people, and I'm not so sure that is a bad thing. It has more power this way. It is rare when symbols can change so drastically. In fact, I can't think of another instance where this has happened. The crucifix is close, but I don't think it has the power to enrage as much as the swastika does. Its use as a shock value in art isn't universal, either.
The swastika, and its use by cultures long since forgotten by history and those that will never be forgotten, may ultimately end up being humanity's symbol. (Telling that in some instances it is used for some of the Black Sun symbols.) When aliens discover the hollowed remains of our world, which would have been destroyed through disease, war or some asteroid, they will find the one symbol that was there throughout history. The one that started off as an innocent ward of good fortune, then was used as a calling card for fascism, and then became a wake-up call to complacency. Will it evolve again? Perhaps. What it will evolve into, however, is anyone's guess. As long as people want it banned from public viewing, though, it is safe bet to say that its power will continue to be that of a reminder of something people want to forget ... and that is the worst thing you can do when it comes to this symbol. Because when you forget and when you ignore, that is when it comes back. Maybe not in the same form, but it will appear.
The Fog
Black Flag songs ran through my head. They usually do when I'm in this sort of mood, but this time it is different. This time it is good.
The sense of freedom, whether it is real or based upon an illusion, is a very powerful thing. It gives you a sense of self that often only comes when you are holding a gun.
The fog that slithers through the trees feed them. It gives those gigantic redwoods the moisture they need to grow. At a certain point, you lose sight of all the objects in it. They slowly fade to nothing, swallowed by the gray.
The coffee is not my usual brand. It's got hazelnut in it. Not a fan.
I've put out word that I'm selling a lot of my stuff. I've gotten a ton of e-mails overnight. It is refreshing. I'll unload, free up space, and have less stuff to move when the time comes.
I head inside for a shower. Put on GG Allin. Loud. Later in the morning, a commercial advises me that if I fail to watch Frasier five times a week I'll experience medical symptoms. I wonder who the fuck comes up with that shit, and who takes it to heart. Probably the same brand of idiot.
And now the day begins. The morning calls for me. A siren song. A reminder of where I want to be and how I want to get there.
Daybreak ...
Good Morning, Darkness
I sat at my picnic table, a large cup of coffee on hand. The air was cool. I like this time. The world is not yet awake. The sun hasn't shown its face. People have not yet invaded my world. I imagine this to be the best kind of morning there ever can be.
My stomach is doing its usual battle, trying to knock me out of the workforce yet another morning. I'll win this one. I usually do. I make a promise to myself to work on the manuscript tonight. I didn't do it last night. I was doing ... other things.
It's a little after five when I finally go back in the house. Going to shave my head. I put Goblin on the stereo. The theme from Suspiria, with its deep, prophetic bass, is pouring into the bathroom as I engage the clippers. Soon I'll shower and try to destroy another day before it destroys me. Don't know if I'll succeed. That's the good feeling. I would not want to go into every day knowing just how I'll react to a given situation.
Heard those words again last night ... after the evil. "Just walk away." Can't do that yet. Eventually ...
The second cup of coffee seems more bitter. Of course, it could be that the sun is up and the noise of the day has begun. That puts the bitterness in perspective.
Just walk away.
The Growl Under Your Bed Part 7: This is Something Like Hate
I've played elements of this conversation out a few times before writing it. I didn't plan the whole thing. I actually just had a few lines I knew I wanted to use. I knew what the female character would look like. I didn't know her back story (not at that time). I still don't know her fate.
The conversation started like I wanted it to. The lines I wanted were there. As I wrote it, it evolved ... as it always does. Her story became known. Her level of pride became apparent. Her past stood out. This was all done through dialogue. I'm a big fan of dialogue telling you most of what you need to know about a character.
This scene is the first time you start to see the power of one of the main characters, and you see it through the eyes of the other one. The words he uses, the phrases, the way he says them, what he is saying -- it all lets readers know that maybe this guy isn't quite right. He is in full control of his actions, but he also seems like a bomb ready to go off. He comes across as dangerous, yet charismatic. That alone would tell most people to stay away.
But that would be no fun.
When I finish the scene, the tone of the manuscript will have been forever changed. It will be the start of the downward spiral. Therefore, it has to read a certain way. It can't be the defining moment, but it will set that moment into motion.
If you watched The Devil's Rejects you may remember the scene in the hotel room. You know the one. It involves a gun. That is not the film's defining moment, but it is the one that takes that movie and changes it. In the theatre, it was when the laughter and extraneous audience chatter ceased. It was the moment the movie felt dangerous, like anything could happen.
The moment I'm writing won't be that extreme of a change, but only because I'm dealing with a book and not a ninety-minute movie. Movie moments have to have quicker, bigger impact. Book moments are more like simmering pots. You keep the heat on until they boil over.
This scene is the start of the simmering. How it ends ... well, that is not as important as how it began. That means everything.
It's That Time Again: Keywords of the Insane
Regan Reese still brought a lot of people here (and caused me to lose my AdSense account), but this time there was another weird variant on her name. "Regan Reese pocket." I'm not sure what the hell that means, or why anyone would look that up, but it brought people to this blog. Hope they enjoyed it.
The next one that caused me to scratch my head in disbelief was (and the quotes were used by the person searching): "fellate her son" Japan. That search was right above: "she liked being tied." At least I can understand the latter. I have no idea why the former drove people to the blog.
In an effort to apparently scare the crap out of someone, a person searched for: "zig the clown" duct tape. That was a great episode of Scare Tactics. I'm just hoping it wasn't the same guy looking for "fellate her son." In related news, one of the creepiest (yes, even creepier than "zig the clown" duct tape) was: funny characterseen around your house. What the hell does that mean? Who the hell would enter that into a search engine? What were they expecting to find? I have to tell you, even typing that weirds me out.
That brought people here, as did a bunch of stuff on BP. I really hope they read the BP piece I did. I don't think I've written much about "oral," however.
And then, last but not least of the strange ones, there is: screaming angels of death.
On my video game blog, 8 Bit Disasters, there is a ton of people looking for video game porn. And then there was this lone search: days without masturbating. That is the saddest search ever.
Four Colors of Doom, my comic book blog, had this disturbing search that brought some poor soul into my world: emma frost fucked by nightcrawler tail. I think that happened in Uncanny X-Men #236.
That does it for the insanity this time around. Maybe I'll make this monthly, as the strange searches people do strike me as fairly amusing.
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Genres that do not count in this respect are the Agatha Christie series - both books and BBC,ITV productions. Or Midsomer Murders. The way the macabre is presented has its sting so far removed, that one can focus on aspects of British class politics, cultural mannerisms and, in the televised versions, the wonderfully shot scenes. I am always amazed by the thought that goes in to the camera work and the set design.
So, I suppose my beef is with what the plot is doing. If it focuses on the horror for purposes of titillation, I can't stand it. If the tragic is an element in the story, whose purpose is to inspire hope, I can be entertained.
When I was a very small child, my brother and I were told the only story that successfully terrified us. It was a Thai story, told to us by someone close to our family - but the images and the extent to which our narrator went into detail shocked us to the core. All of those details seemed so unnecessary, and we begged her to stop. The curious thing about that story is that all I remember about it now is that there was a bit with lots of ants in it. Also, I am now partial to Thai horror stories. Which probably explains why I watched most of เกมสยอง, 13 Beloved, quite the psychological thriller.
I will not recount the film for you, but I will say where it "got me". Among other things, it addresses the slow spiral into chaos of a clerk, whose family encourages him not to worry about making so much money, but to return home if he wants, where things are "humble" but there for him. The protagonist is not entirely a bad person, rather a confused one, who also has a proclivity of making bad decisions that lead him to be in the wrong place. The horror - for me - centers around his desperation for money and inability to make peace with the past. I continued to think about the film afterwards because I found it to be a modern folk tale: warning us of the potential dangers, just like the folk tales of old spoke of witches in forests in order to keep small children from running off.
So, เกมสยอง seemed to me to contain a rather forceful allegory, pushing for a consciousness in choice-making, questioning whether modern city dwellers care for their elders, and what the priorities are of these video-playing, reality-TV-viewing people are.
I wonder: is scary good if it leads to introspection and awareness that leads us away from danger?
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Avicultura Industrial – The first organ mineral biofertilizer phosphate and granulated produced within the project FertBrasil Network, will be presented in May for Brazilian producers. Embrapa Soils, who coordinates the project, developed the product from the compost waste from poultry litter. The technological solution is an alternative for fertilizers, but also a means of reusing waste animal and vegetable origin. The project coordinator, the researcher from Embrapa Soils Vinicius Benites, says the lab and field evaluations are ready, allowing the technology to be transferred. "The South in general has the potential to produce fertilizer for having large production of poultry and pigs."
The compound is the result of a mixture of minerals with organic matter that allows the plant better assimilates nutrients, prevent soil contamination and water excess chemical elements and restore the vital conditions of the soil. Besides this, Benites said 22 other technologies are in progress, being analyzed in the laboratory. The results begin to appear four years after the beginning of the network, which was established in 2008 as a result of the international economic crisis fertilizer prices soared. "We decided to develop fertilizers in Brazil we need to end dependence on the outside." The research seeks best practices for improved efficiency, management and implementation, identification of nutrient sources, and technologies to improve fertilizer.
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February started cold and windy, but I am not going to allow winter to defeat me. There were a few flakes of snow in the air when I left home for the first Sunday morning long run in some time, and I was prepared for the worst - hat, gloves, leggings, thermal top, windproof jacket. I needed them all.
I'd forgotten to charge the Garmin, so made the best of it and merely noted my departure time for comparison with the time when I arrived back home. I planned to run very gently anyway, so the absence of my virtual partner was not unwelcome. Distance, not speed, was my goal, so I carried on over the field instead of turning right to Richardsons.
The going was good, especially considering how much rain we've had recently. What moisture there was - and there are still big puddles on the track - was frozen. The wind was from the east, bringing Siberian temperatures and threats of snow, and it was strong enough to make progress slower than normal. But it meant that I didn't overheat, although when I reached the drinking water tap provided in memory of Dr Basil Phillips, general practitioner, of Newbury (1914-1995) I was thirsty enough to try to extract refreshment from it - a forlorn hope in freezing temperatures.
I think about many people on my runs. Dr Phillips is one, Lieutenant Hugh Frederick Grosvenor is another - I always note the stone that marks approximately the spot where he died in an armoured car accident on 9 April 1947, and wish I knew more about the circumstances: today, I noted (because the grass had been cut, or died back) that there are three or four little wooden crosses and a poppy lined up in front of it. And I think about friends with whom I have run this route in the past, and other friends with whom I have run elsewhere. Today, though, for no paticular reason, it seems right to be alone.
Next week I have the challenge of Dursley, where the route (according to one of my running mates) heads off uphill from the start and gets worse from there on. I won't be satisfied with 10 minute miles next Sunday.


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Whew!! It was a shopping morning.
We drove over to the Troutdale Outlet Mall
and wandered through every store in search of bargains.
Some of the purchases.
This afternoon we rested before tackling the MAX transit system
to travel from our Hotel in the north to Clackamus Town Centre in the south.
Our cousin Dan picked us up and took us to his home for dinner.
We met his wife and enjoyed a delicious meal.
Dan on his 2003 Harley.
Apple pastry flowers with whipped cream for dessert.
Sculpture at the Rose Quarter MAX station.


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Over the bank holiday myself and four friends did the gruelling Liège – Bastogne – Liège, one of the 'Spring classics' in the world of professional cycling. 166 miles, 14,000 ft of climbing, it was brutal, but we managed to raise over £8000 for Rett UK so a big thank you to all of you who donated or supported us along the way.
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Sunday, December 28, 2008
Fumbling Flowers Flailing Frustratingly About
I can already see what I want to do differently. It takes finishing something up to this point sometimes to figure out the problems. Hopefully I'll finish up the re-do.... soon!
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- Jenn said...
You are probably just not in love with it because flowers are not your thing but let me tell you, this is simply beautiful! Definitely finish it :)
I am by your side mourning the loss of our FANTASTIC 11 win season, crying that is wasn't enough to get into the playoffs and wondering just how many "career ending" interceptions Favre plans to throw. It should pretty much play out -- he retires in March & then we will find out what team he will be playing for in July. At least his record gets better every time he retires. My friend & I decided he should play for Detroit because it couldn't get any worse.
- December 29, 2008 at 12:14 PM
- Suldog said...
I agree with Jenn. It's a lovely piece.
Also, with you both on the Pats. Such a shame. Heroics abounded.
- December 29, 2008 at 1:14 PM
- Chris Stone said...
thanks guys!
regarding the pats. yep. i keep thinking i want to write something on it... this was a great season. in many ways greater than last season. getting into the playoffs would have been a nice recognition of that.
- December 30, 2008 at 9:10 AM
- Michelle H. said...
I agree with everyone here. It is beautiful, and I think you might surprise yourself on how the end result will look.
- December 30, 2008 at 11:57 AM
- Rosebud Collection said...
I think it is lovely..You did a wonderful job.
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To Disclose or Not to Disclose, That Is the QuestionPosted: January 29, 2017 Filed under: Uncategorized 3 Comments
US military is certainly not in such poor conditions as Hamlet who is troubled by the question of "to be or not to be", but is also troubled by a question: To disclose or not to disclose the details of its new advanced weapons?
Disclose may scare its potential enemies, but neither China nor Russia has ever been scared. Russia invaded Ukraine and China built artificial islands knowing well that the US will oppose such moves.
The most serious problem is that China has soon been able to develop weapons with functions and performance similar to or even better than what US military has disclosed.
According to China's gifted strategist Sun Tzu, one will not be in danger in a war if one knows both itself and its enemy; if one only knows itself or its enemy, one has only a half chance to win; but if one knows neither itself nor its enemy, one will lose each and every war.
Even if China is not able to develop weapons similar to US ones, China has more than half chance to win as it knows itself and has some vital information about US advanced weapons.
Therefore, the answer to the troubling question shall be no disclosing of US advanced weapons.
Still US military has to disclose. How can it get funds from Congress and support from media and public opinion for their huge spending in developing such weapons if it does not disclose?
To disclose or not to disclose, that is the question that constantly troubles US military!
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I imagine they have to disclose atleast just short of a mystery due to the need of corporations satisfying investor outlooks.
Most of the secrets are likely to be in non-profit research centers like DARPA and draper labs. But they are likely to outsource manufacturing to people who need to instill confidence in investors. I can't imagine a corporation getting away with saying something like, we have a contract to build 500 weapons at $80 mil a piece.
The Roman Empire did not fell because its military was weak, it did so because the empire was bankrupt by greedy corrupt officials and its leaders were decadent bafoons. Ultimately it collapsed because multicultural Romans lost its belief in the system that held it together and bits by bits moved away forming its own alliances and attacked its own country. This is happening know in America. I predicted long ago America will fall from within.
Disclose What.? It's All done deal behind close doors. According to audit report, the Pentagon made trillion of dollars of accounting mistakes and often did not have receipts or invoiced to support it's budget. Financial managers from the Pentagon cannot be trusted. The defence dept. budget for the year was 600 billion $$$, but accounting errors have run into trillions of $$$.
According to audit, 16,000 files vanished from the computer system of Defence Finance and Accounting Service (DFAS). Another hideous example: In 2015, the audit conducted by the dept.of office of Inspector General, found that the Army erroneously made 2.8 trillion $$$ adjustments, but in 2016 the error amount skyrocketed to 6.5 trillion $$$. They blame it on computer glitches as the root cause of errors.
Furthermore, the US military is supported by Chinese funds. All part of the 20 trillion $$$ debts of US treasury funds.
To disclose or not to disclose is Not the question. To lie, not to disclose and being hideous to the American public is best strategy. To get funds from Congress is like watching a reality TV show with supporting actor celebrities from the Pentagon and military hawks.
Philippines President Duterte said, '3 out of 5 Americans are stupid'. Is he right.? Who knows… …The Philippines were colonised for 495 years. They just woke up from their deep sleep.


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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wild At Heart
This is a necklace I am working on. I hate the word "Bib" necklace but I suppose that is what you might call it since it's large. Still needs a sealant applied and some chain added.
Two Lion silhouettes with the words "wild at heart" stamped in between.
Have you seen the preview for the new movie with Reese Witherspoon? Where she works in a circus? That was what I was thinking about when making this. I wish I could have captured the dye colors better but my indoor lighting stinks at the moment. It's a lot more rich in person. More photos to come when it's finished and ready to be put in my store.
This necklace is not for the faint of heart but more for the wild at heart...wink wink..... :)
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Car seats for young children now mandatory
enca.com - As of today, children under the age of three must be strapped into car seats.
The new amendment of the National Road Traffic Act, which came into effect on May 1, makes child car seat use compulsory and motorists who don't strap toddlers in can expect to be fined.
"Several motorists still refuse to take seriously the constant warnings and calls by emergency services and authorities to have children properly restrained in vehicles," ER24 said in a statement last month, adding that while on the roads, paramedics noticed young children jumping on back seats, hanging out of windows and sitting on passenger's laps. When confronted about this, parents said they never grew up with child car seats and they survived.
"Parents may also tell you that their children do not like being restrained and cry constantly. Some parents insist you not tell them what to do with their children. Times have changed."
With the number of distractions on the road, the safest option was to restrain children and make them understand it was for their own safety, ER24 said.
"The sad truth is ER24 and other emergency services attend to horrific collisions involving children on a weekly basis. (The) majority of unrestrained children are flung out of vehicles and either sustain critical injuries or die in collisions."
Arrive Alive statistics show that road accidents, including those involving pedestrians, are the leading cause of death for children under the age of five in South Africa.
But nationally, only 19 percent of drivers, 49,9 percent of front passengers and 92,4 percent of back seat passengers were found to be wearing seatbelts (at road blocks).
ER24 has the following advice:
Infants should ride rear-facing at least until they are a year old. Once they exceed the weight or height limit set by the manufacturer of the infant safety seat, they should ride rear-facing in a convertible safety seat. It is best to keep toddlers rear-facing as long as possible.
When they have outgrown this seat, they should use a forward-facing safety seat with a full harness. This should be used until they exceed the weight and/or height limit set by the manufacturer of the seat.
Children who have outgrown a convertible safety seat should use a booster seat until they are at least 1,3m tall.
Children who are tall enough to wear an adult seatbelt should still ride in the back seat until they are 13 years old. Adjust the seat belt so the lap belt crosses the child's upper thighs and the diagonal belt crosses the upper chest at a point between the neck and shoulder. – ANA, ER24 and Staff Reporter
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I've been wanting to blog about this for about a week now, but life has gotten the best of me. Jason stayed home from work about a week ago, because he didn't feel well. Then 1 day later Calvin came down with a nasty flu and threw up. That went on for about 3 days and just when I thought Bradley missed the sick boat... Last night he also threw up right before bed. Then around 1am this morning he came up to my bedside and said "Mommy, I need your help". I jump up because I knew what it meant. I went into his room and there it was... the crime scene!
At that moment I began to rethink motherhood, because what use to be a cute boys room, now smelt like a vomit factory. I start gagging and called for Jason. Normally I'm really tough with stuff like this, but what can I say... "I HAD A WEAK MOMENT"! I think it was because Bradley had hot dogs for dinner and well... you could tell. DUDE IT WAS NASTY being that I'm a vegetarian!
When Bradley woke up (around 1am) he sat up and threw up all down the side of his bed and ummm... he has the top bunk bed. Which means it was everywhere. If you are feeling sick hearing this, trust me, being there was WAY WORSE! I was almost in tears because I just washed all the blankets 3 days early because of Calvin. Isn't that so like motherhood?! You clean something up and 10 mins later it's nasty dirty again?! Can I get an amen?!
Anyways, so if you were wondering why I've been MIA from posting, THIS is the reason why. MOTHERHOOD!
So, back to the reason why I'm posting and to wash away all the nasty info from your brains.
I bought this adorable little house about a month ago and was so excited to put it to uses. I found it at Kohls and it was about $20. I came up with a lot of little fun things to do and this month I'll be posting about them.
To start off the month we got our tree, decorated it and started watching Christmas movies (a new movie for each day). We have Netflix so it works out perfectly if you time it right.
And about this photo, I have no idea what these two where talking about, but I love that Calvin thought Bradley was so funny. I love knowing that they have each other as a best friend. This makes Motherhood worth it and yes... even on those nasty throw up nights.
phew! that was a mouth full and another post is done. I'll be back with more fun stuff for this month and I promise no more sick kid stories.
4 comments:
- Lesley from WI said...
I love your little house. I am so sorry about the sickness going through your house. I am an instant gagger and when people throw up, I join them. I really sympathize with you. Hope everyone feels better soon.
- December 12, 2010 at 2:00 PM
- Kathy Martin said...
Good to see you all enjoying your holidays! Your tree is so beautiful! :)
- December 12, 2010 at 5:47 PM
- Lauren said...
Oh no! I'm sorry about all your vomits :-P Have you tried Airborne? If they can drink it slowly, (and keep it down,) Airborne has always helped me feel better during an illness.
Lovely photos - I love all your decorations :-)
- December 13, 2010 at 7:38 AM
Did you ever open up number 15...
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During a brief chat with John Allen on Saturday at the Duke Energy Center, I had to remind the Reds COO that it was his initial vision that laid the foundation for Redsfest.
"You remember that?," Allen asked.
As the story goes, Allen and Reds marketing director Cal Levy were having dinner in 1997 at the Montgomery Inn Boathouse when they began jotting ideas on a napkin for an off-season baseball event to be staged for Reds fans.
Redsfest thrived as a capable event for a few years before construction at the covention center forced a two-year hiatus. With an extra year to plan, and a strong financial commitment from club owner Bob Castellini, this year's fest was taken to an entirely different level.
"It's come from the back of a napkin at the Boathouse to this," said Allen of Redsfest, which drew an estimated 18,000 fans this past weekend. "The new ownership group wanted it to be bigger and better than ever. They deserve the credit."
Take it from someone who has attended the Cubs Convention, the standard by which winter baseball fan fests are measured, this year's Redsfest was an overly impressive event.
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I used to stay in Kampung Kelang Gates until I was 8 years old. The village is situated 8 miles away from Kuala Lumpur. The village was surrounded by rubber estates then and not very far from the Klang Gate Dam.
We made regular trips to the dam, me and my cousins. We walked on the huge water pipeline to get there. It was awesome taking a dip right at the foot of the dam itself, well almost.
We dare not go too near because we just don't know when they might open the sluice gate. We don't want to be right below it when they do that.
Anyway, my grandma's house is not very far from the National Zoo. We made frequent trips there also. Of course we get to go in for free. We used the other gate. Nobody stops us, so we figured there's nothing wrong with that.
I remembered playing with a tiger cub named Putra. So cute and adorable. I believed Maybank sponsors the keeping of Putra and it became the mascot for Maybank. I wonder whether it's still living. Maybe it'll remember me should we meet again. Naw!!! I guess not. It was more than 40 years ago.
To get to my grandma's house we've to passed by a huge mining area. Tin mines. It was practically a lake. They had a huge tin dredger right in the middle of the lake. It's like a ship having a conveyered steel scoops at one end. The thing goes inside the water and out again. Round and round, coming up with piles after piles of dirt and soil.
That place now have become a town call Danau Kota. A big housing area with condos and flats and shopping centres.
We moved to Cheras in 1973. Going to Grandma's house then was Balik Kampung.


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