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Systematic Theology on a Cross?
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I once tried to explain "systematic theology" to a Russian pastor of the Underground Church, who had never seen a whole New Testament. Systematically, I began to explain to him the teaching about the Godhead, about its unity in three Persons, the teaching about original sin, about the Fall, about salvation, about the Church, about the sacraments, about the Bible as infallible revelation.
He listened attentively. When I had finished, he asked me a most surprising question: "Have those who thought out these theological systems and wrote them down in such perfect order ever carried a cross?" He went on. "A man cannot think systematically even when he has a bad toothache. How can a man who is carrying a cross think systematically? But a Christian has to be more than the bearer of a heavy cross: he shares Christ's crucifixion. The pains of Christ are his, and the pains of all creation. There is no grief and no suffering in the whole world which should not grieve him also. If a man is crucified with Christ, how can he think systematically? Can there be that kind of thought on a cross?
"Jesus Himself thought unsystematically on the cross. He began with forgiveness; He spoke of a paradise in which even a robber had a place; then He despaired that perhaps there might be no place in paradise even for Him, the Son of God. He felt Himself forsaken. His thirst was so unbearable that He asked for water. Then He surrendered His spirit into His Father's hand. But there followed no serenity, only a loud cry. Thank you for what you have been trying to teach me. I have the impression that you were only repeating, without much conviction, what others have taught you."
~Richard Wurmbrand, 1909-2001, founder of VOM, "With God in Solitary Confinement
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So, I'm sure some of you have noticed that some things on our blog have been put on hold. It took us quite a while to get around to announcing the winner of the purity ring giveaway, and we haven't posted anything since then. Why, you might ask?
It happens. We haven't put blogging on hold for any determined purpose–no intentional "taking a break". Just living life in the real world and dealing with our own struggles and relationships and dirty diapers and crazy circumstances and successes and failures and repeated plumbing problems and sick loved ones and baby play dates and and and…
Life is full of joys and sorrows, ease and trials. And we've had our fair share lately. It's been good. And we just haven't been blogging.
That said, our minds are always churning with ideas, so we can't stay away forever. So no worries, we'll get back into it…maybe sooner, maybe later. In the mean time, may Yahweh bless you and keep you, and may He make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you and give you peace–as you seek His heart.
Confessions of an Idealist
Abigail's Story
My Papa calls me a precocious child—and dramatic. Add to that an aura of idealism and you have a recipe for trauma. At least I can keep a secret. Few know that I was once engaged. After that, I took a vow of celibacy.
In Which I Tell of My Engagement, Such as it Was
It lasted an entire afternoon. I was three years old. His name was Colby and he lived a couple of doors down. We were engaged, he said, reaching out to hold my hand. It seemed like an interesting game—whatever "engaged" meant. When my older brother began teasing me, I discovered that PDA equals humiliation.
In Which I Came to Dread Being a Heart-breaker
Almost as soon as I could speak, my Papa taught me to recite Ephesians 6:1 and explained to me that pleasing my parents was pleasing the Lord. I might have been six when we visited an elderly aunt. "What a pretty little girl!" she exclaimed, in elderly-aunt fashion. "She will be a heart-breaker!" My parents hastened to say something like, "Oh, no, that's not what we have in mind at all!" Their exact words are long gone, but I understood that heart-breaker was not among their goals for me.
In Which I Explain Why Romance Is Embarrassing
I was the girl who closed her eyes during the movie kiss. When another neighbor boy tried to coax a kiss from me, I declined. If holding hands earned teasing, I wasn't about to risk the song "Abi and Colin sitting in a tree…"
Since my early childhood, I have kept myself to myself—my thoughts, my hands, my struggles. I was always distinctly aware of my privacy and personal space, often excluding my own family. Secret-keeping, while often masquerading as purity, was simply my method of self-preservation. I'm introverted. Intimacy equals vulnerability. I hate feeling vulnerable. As I grew and matured, I began stuffing my drama and emotions into a mental closet—to save embarrassment.
My observations of "romance" are deeply engraved in my childhood memories. Girls acted like giggling goof-balls, said stupid things, tripped over nothing, turned red constantly and whispered secrets to their friends—who announced them to the boy in question. Boys stole my headband, pestered me, bumped into me, told dumb jokes, invaded my privacy and acted generally obnoxious. I resented their "immaturity." When the preacher's son made a big ruckus out of sitting by me in Sunday school every week, I took up the matter with his father. Friends told me, "He likes you" and adults consoled "He's just sweet on you." If that was "sweet" I'd just go sit in the corner with the lemons.
My favorite fairy tale was a version of the Little Mermaid that concluded with the poor mermaid alone, broken-hearted and voiceless after unsuccessfully seeking the prince at whom she'd flung her heart. Given the circumstances and her disobedience to her father, it seemed a realistic and appropriate ending. The moral? Romance is the perfect way to ruin a perfectly good life.
In Which I Decide to Fight Back
I was nine when we attended a small-town barbeque. My brothers and I joined a group of kids on a squeaky merry-go-round. Suddenly the boy seated beside me asked my name. Duly answered, he wanted my age, my grade, and where I was from. This impromptu interrogation concluded, he turned to his friend and announced, "I got me a pretty lady." My ears pricked, curiously. "I asked her name," he continued, proudly, "her age, her grade, where she's from and bingo! I got me a pretty lady." "You ain't got nothing," I thought bitterly to myself. Arrogance! He hadn't even asked me! My brothers thought it was hilarious. Pondering the event later, it seemed so ludicrous, so stupid, that was almost funny. I made a decision: if boys were going to be stupid and drag me into it, then I would make them look as stupid as possible.
And I got very good at it.
By the time I was twelve or thirteen, I'd mastered the art of humiliation. One day after church, a visiting boy began furiously flirting with my buddy and me. "He's hitting on your sister," a friend whispered to my older brother, Nathaniel. "Just watch," Nathaniel chuckled. "It will be funny." In an act of deceptive kindness, I boosted the boy onto a trash barrel and into a tree where he perched happily, blowing me kisses. Then I grabbed the trash barrel and rolled it away, leaving him stranded. The audience erupted in laughter. I never paid attention to how he got himself down.
In Which I Accept a Challenge
Before I hit thirteen, my Papa introduced us to the "Bold Christian Youth" seminar by a father and teacher named Jonathan Lindvall. Lindvall's message sprang from Paul's exhortation to Timothy to be an example to the believers—in speech, conduct, love, faith and purity. He spent three sessions on the topic of purity, delving far beyond the basics of sexual purity and into the issue of emotional purity. He introduced me to the concept of defrauding: taking something that doesn't belong to you. He shared the simple story of how he had met and married his wife, Connie, with his parent's guidance and her parent's blessing. The simplicity, the sincerity and the utter lack of gush appealed to me and I was sold, lock, stock and barrel.
The concept appealed to me for several reasons: First, it was clearly pleasing to my parents and to the Lord. Second, it made sense. It didn't waste time and energy. And people didn't get hurt. (Right?) Third, it was rather non-threatening to my personality and comfort zone.
I now had a Biblical foundation for battlements to guard body, heart, mind and emotions. But as I developed my battle-plan and the rules that would protect my borders, I discovered that not everyone was on my team. In fact, most of the boys I knew seemed like traitorous spies, intent on crossing boundaries at every opportunity. I remember feeling entirely invaded when one guy friend chased me down and picked me up. Instead of coming to my aid, several others just laughed (probably because they thought the "smart-mouthed girl" was getting what she deserved.) With renewed energy and a misplaced zeal, I responded with down-right cruelty. You pinch my knee, I stab you with a safety pin. You repeat the offense, I repeat the punishment. You mess with my hair, I slug you. You flirt with me, I verbally tear you into sniveling shreds. I resented any intrusion into my place of concealment and looked suspiciously on any act of kindness. If I were kind in return, people might think I returned the sentiment. So I loaded up with sarcasm, cynicism and subtle insults and fired at will.
My parents pulled me aside one day and explained to my horrified ears that "picking on" boys could actually be interpreted as flirtation—it was giving them special attention. All this time, my efforts to ward off the enemy might have been drawing fire?
I withdrew. I quit teasing, quit talking to boys, quit making eye-contact.
Chuckling, my parents exhorted me to be kind, to be friendly, but to avoid teasing, insults and "singling out" and to be honest and straightforward about boundaries.
In Which I Discover that Boys Can Be Friends
My mid-teens found me and my brother and involved in a homeschool speech and debate league. The environment stimulated my mind and brought me out of my shell to look around. The guys I met behaved like men (well, for the most part) and treated me with respect and friendship. Most of them were solid believers with strong convictions and when I expressed my convictions and boundaries, they responded with sensitivity and respect. "I don't give hugs," I explained and they quickly apologized. They became my brothers. Soon I was developing many friendships that had depth and substance and seemed non-threatening.
Unwittingly, I dropped my guard.
But as my circle of "safe" boy friends grew, something horrible happened.
In Which "Safe" Becomes the Enemy
I had my first crush.
I'd never really liked a boy. Sometimes, in my early teens, I'd admired a godly young man (usually much older than I), but there was little reason to like anyone. I was a Papa's girl with two brothers close to my age. If there were to be any praises, teasing, affection, drama, conversation, competition, antagonism, attention or good advice, they had it covered. I've heard it said that crushes are a natural part of a adolescence. So are pimples, but they're still disgusting. So when the first crush came, I was aghast. The world had fallen, my heart had betrayed me, I had lost all vestiges of purity.
As soon as I discovered my heart's betrayal, I gathered together my forces and declared war on my unsuspecting crush. Mentally, I shot slime balls into his person and character until he simply wasn't worth liking. I focused on his faults, his weaknesses, his annoyances. Bingo. He was history.
After all, I wasn't getting married. Which made liking a guy the token failure of my purity standard.
See, as the Biblical call to purity had echoed across my heart, I'd felt a powerful desire to be an example to the believers. If I was to be an example of purity, wouldn't the best and clearest way be to prove that a woman could be entirely devoted to Christ for her whole life? Marriage had never been paramount among my desires (remember, I had an intimacy issue). Now my dramatic side embraced the concept of singleness—serving the Lord perhaps in work with orphans or the inner city. After all, in a situation like that, singleness could be a decided asset.
Between the conviction that I would stay single for the glory of God and my fault-finding tactic, I survived rather splendidly.
In Which I Finally Grasp Marriage
My family was holed up in a cabin at a family camp in the Ozarks the summer I turned seventeen. I'd spent the week watching my parents as they waded through some rough issues. One night, as they sat whispering on their bed, I lay in the bunk above them and finally understood. Marriage was beautiful. Across the wooden panels of the cabin ceiling paraded the powerful wooing of Christ toward His church and the picture that a godly marriage could portray of Christ's love and the church's obedience. It was a picture so sadly lacking in the culture I'd witnessed (even the Christian culture) that I suddenly understood the divine calling to live it out. Marriage had always seemed fine for those who desired it, but I'd reasoned that singleness was better. As I lay there, sleepless, I grasped for the first time that a pure marriage was just as powerful an example as pure singleness. Both were from the Lord and both brought Him glory.
In Which I Vow to Remain Single
This revelation did not negate the value I placed on singleness. Paul's teaching on the freedom a single woman has to single-mindedly serve the Lord still hangs prominently in my heart. But the revelation did make the single-mindedness a bit more difficult and I felt like I was battling towering odds. My grandmas had made bets with my brother that I would be married at 18 and I ranked top on friends lists of "who will marry first." My obstinate determination not to marry had guarded my heart for so long, but with my growing appreciation for marriage, I began to feel exposed. I'd been convicted of my cruelty in tearing guys down to avoid liking them and abandoned it for a more Biblical approach of kindness. As I approached the magical age of eighteen, the romantic suggestions increased exponentially. Now I actually thought marriage was cool? With all of my self-defense mechanisms crumbling and my ammo tossed to the winds of the past, how could I ever stand guard over my heart?
Feeling vulnerable, I dug a trench. I took a vow of celibacy.
In Which I Learn to Focus
My "vow" was really just a year-long commitment. I promised the Lord that I would devote myself entirely to His service, refusing to consider marriage, but focusing on knowing and loving Him passionately.
I don't recommend taking vows like this, but the Lord mercifully used the promise for good in my life. I developed disciplines of taking every thought captive, ignoring "boy attention" and refocusing my thoughts to the Lord. My spirit flourished and I fell so entirely in love with the Lord that year that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could be single forever—and He would be God Almighty, my Betrothed.
In Which I Lose My Last Defense
During this time of focus, I'd leaned heavily on one last defense: the art of evasion. Like a timid hare, a single threat of romantic interest would send me scampering to hiding. "Um…Charlie's here," my Mom announced as a guy I'd been kind to in the library turned up on our doorstep. "I'm not!" I cried, and fled out the back door.
One day my dad gently explained to me that avoidance could also be a form of "singling out"—giving special treatment to certain guys.
In Which My Ideal Goes the Way of All Fairy Tales
I passed my eighteenth birthday, leaving my year-long vow behind, and my heart wavered again toward marriage. I passionately desired to be a shining example of emotional purity and I pleaded with the Lord that I would be neither distracted nor a distraction. I'd watched Nathaniel and Lauren struggle through four years of distractions and determined to guard myself well against a similar story. My ideal had always been simple and practical—something that permitted me to be entirely oblivious until it suddenly became obvious that I could better serve the Lord married and married to Mr. X. The end. No drama. No romance. No struggle. No distractions. Let's all just be sensible, can we?
But I'd overlooked a fundamental problem: oblivion was never included in my many faults.
Over the next several years, my ideal broke into a thousand pieces. You know how Cinderella wore glass slippers? In real life, no one wears glass slippers. My ideal was like a glass slipper—beautiful in theory, but unable to stand the pressures of real life. Being pursued several times didn't fit my ideal any better than struggling for four years—both were distractions. We're taught not to view every young man as a potential suitor, but what happens when it's not my mindset I'm battling? What happens when, like Amy or Sarah or Lauren, a girl thinks she might have met Mr. Right? Or when a young man is pursuing in an upright manner? Or when others are trying to "help"? I wasn't the only one lacking oblivion. People asked nosey questions, made nosey suggestions, tried facilitate my "happily ever after," pushed me, pulled me, poked me and prodded me until I felt like the weepy girl who'd been forced to center-stage. I was anxious, nauseated, confused, disillusioned and battling resentment. How was I supposed to guard my heart when it was constantly under attack? I felt like my reputation was being dragged through the dirt as I was quizzed about one guy after another. Did people think I just bounced from one guy to the next like that? Did they think I didn't uphold my own standards? What was I supposed to say? Or do? I was convinced that to intentionally encourage, where I did not have the blessing of my parents as well as wisdom and my own conscience, was cheating! As I struggled with distractions, I felt like I was failing my own purity ideals and I was haunted by the words "heart breaker." I just wanted the drama to stop! This romance stuff wasn't just embarrassing—it was a nightmare! My dramatic, precocious nature was ready to build a tower with no door or vanish into a nunnery.
Slowly I understood that I couldn't survive on my own—I was helpless, weak and confused. I felt so stripped of my privacy and defenses that I was willing to open myself to intimacy with my parents. And with my heart feeling as crushed as my ideals, I was driven to scripture to see what the Lord truly expected of me. I'd always assumed distractions were bad, but "bad" things drove me to my parents and to the scriptures for anything to which I could cling. I found that the purity battle is won, not on the defensive, but on the offensive. I was trying not to "fall in love." Instead I should love. The purity standard never changed, regardless of my circumstances. I should love the Lord first, using everything that entered my mind to turn my thoughts toward Him. When tempted to be distracted, to worry, to consider, I should springboard into praise, worship, truth, trust. I should love my brothers—regardless of appearances or intentions. I should seek my brother's good, seek to turn their minds to the Lord, seek to treat them with kindness without showing favoritism, seek to encourage them. I should love all my neighbors equally—even those who are prying into my heart. I should extend grace to those who may not share or understand my ideals. And I should seek my parent's accountability and guidance. I won't pretend it wasn't painful, but Christ's sacrificial love drove Him to endure unfathomable suffering–trusting that He was doing right. It is His love that controls us and enables us to lay down our lives for others.
From the ashes of my nightmare rose a powerful call to purity and love.
In Which I Share the Moral of the Story
This time you get the moral before the end of the story! After all, I'm still living, and until I meet Jesus there is no "happily ever after."
Looking back, I have no regrets regarding sexual purity—well, except perhaps holding hands during my "engagement." But until recently, I'd been ashamed of my emotional purity struggle as an overwhelming failure–a complete waste of time, energy and emotion. I had completely failed all my own ideals. What was the purpose? I'd been intensely grateful to the Lord's grace and to my parent's wisdom in protecting me from any relationships, but it seemed like a battle I should never have had to fight.
Then I experienced a failed courtship—through the eyes of a friend. As I wept with her over her broken heart and ideals, I understood God's healing power. Another friend recently married—the only guy who'd ever been interested in her. "How nice," I thought, but she shared that she had often felt discouraged and undesirable. As I listened I understood that each person's struggle will seem hard to them—"bad" to them. "Hard things" are life and "bad things" happen, but God promises to redeem them for our good. In fact, God never promises us our ideal—no matter how well we behave. He just commands us to obey His word—to love Him and His people as worship.
Purity isn't about ideals or rules that I make up—it's about obedience to God's word! My actions and attitudes must flow, not from pride in my high ideals, but in recognition of my weakness! I am forgiven for mistakes in my past, I am not to guess at the future and I am to live today in worship of Almighty God. It's encouraging to be reminded that I am not responsible for circumstances or results—I'm just responsible to obey the Lord and love my brothers. You don't have to be strong to win the purity battle, you just have to depend fully on the Lord and His grace. May the grace of our Lord be with you!
Three Runners
Three runners in a grueling course
All took the same hard way,
And one and all they made the choice
To reach the end that day.
The first decided that he would
Enjoy the pretty sights
And settled for a leisure jog
To bring him in by night.
He saw no reason to rush hard
And miss the runway's pleasure,
But for each minute that he gazed
He lost the prize's treasure.
The second ran with bursts of speed
But stopped along the way
And throwing himself on the ground,
"Just resting" he would say.
And stopped at every fountain
"Just a drink to keep me going".
But the fountain at the end
Was so much sweeter in its flowing.
The third one ran as if for life
So fleet his desperate racing.
He looked not at the flowers
And he passed the first with pacing.
He did not stop at fountains,
Or to even catch his wind.
So he passed the second also
And was first to reach the end
To the casual observer
It would seem that he had passed
All the joy that was in running
And in reaching home at last.
The first who ran more steady,
But who gazed upon the way,
Also crossed the finish line
Before the end of day.
But the wreath they laid upon his head
Was not so very rare,
For his mind was filled with flowers
He had seen while running there.
And the second finished also
Feeling fresh and feeling fine,
But the fountain at the end
Was not so fresh nor so sublime.
For the waters he had tasted
Had oft cut his thirsting back.
So the well of life was tainted
By the water on the track.
But the third received with pleasure
Both the wreath of flowers fair–
Thought he'd never smelled them sweeter
As they placed it on his hair–
And he drank with much thanksgiving
Of that rare and sparkling fount.
Having tasted of no other
He relished a large amount.
And because he had not lingered
He much better loved the end.
And the thoughts of treasures boosted
As he found his second wind.
Though the other two had finished
Ere the night had settled in,
They had only run to finish,
He had run the race to win.
Copyright 2005 by Abigail
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What you worship
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A person will worship something, have no doubt about that. We may think our tribute is paid in secret in the dark recesses of our hearts, but it will out. That which dominates our imaginations and our thoughts will determine our lives, and our character. Therefore, it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Women's Life and Career Choices–Research Survey
Tricia, a fellow "pearl" is conducting a survey and would love your participation! It'll only take a couple of minutes! She writes:
Hi girls! Last fall I interviewed over 500 public-schooled girls in my hometown about their life and career choices. I am hoping to get at least this many responses from homeschooled girls in order to compare the results.
Please send this on to your homeschooled, female, single friends!! 🙂
Thank you for your time!
We'll let you know details as to the results as soon as we get them!


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by Tyler Peck, sports information graduate
MILLEDGEVILLE, Ga. - The No. 19 Georgia College & State University women's tennis team (5-5, 4-4 PBC) caged the Bearcats of No. 40 Lander University (8-2, 3-2 PBC) 7-2 today (March 18) at the Centennial Center Tennis Facility.
The Bobcats jumped out to an early 2-1 lead in doubles action as Marjorie Ceppo (Sao Paulo, Brazil) and Gabby Acuna (Peachtree City, Ga.) defeated Anni Pajuenen and Ana Luiza Zaia 8-1. The French duo of Diane Danna and Bertille Lion took down Nicola James and Eliza Adusumilli 8-3.
The freshman twosome of Adriana Acuna (Peachtree City, Ga.) and Angy Cuellar (Bogota, Colombia) went claw-to-claw with Caitlin Fell and Vuokko Vahatalo and lost 9-7.
Georgia College capitalized in singles action winning five of six.
At the number one singles slot Ceppo beat Pajunen 6-0, 6-4. Ceppo improved to .500 (5-5) on the season in singles play. The senior teamed with Gabby Acuna improved to 5-5 in doubles action too in 2009 play.
Danna smashed Vahatalo 6-1, 6-0 at the number two singles spot. Danna has won three matches in a row and moves to 5-5 in singles action on the year.
Lion defeated Adusumilli in third singles 6-4, 6-0. Lion posts a 5-5 record with back-to-back wins. Lion and Danna improve to 5-5 in doubles action as well.
Senior Gabby Acuna was victorious 6-3, 6-1 over Fell. She marks a team-best 6-4 record in singles action this year.
Cuellar joins the .500 club with her 5-5 record in singles play in the 2009 campaign. Adriana Acuna fell 6-1, 6-1 to Zaia in the sixth slot.
The Bobcats will be on the road for two matches this weekend. Georgia College faces Erskine College Friday, March 20 and then squares off against Peach Belt Conference (PBC) member, Francis Marion University Saturday.
Visit www.GCSUBobcats.com to nominate your favorite former Bobcats and Colonials to the GCSU Athletics Hall of Fame. The GCSU Department of Athletics sponsors 10 varsity athletic programs at the NCAA Division II level. As a Division II program, GCSU prides itself on balancing the life of the student-athlete, evidenced by the Bobcats' multiple appearances in post-season competition as well as documented academic success and community-service involvement.

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Rhythms of Rest by Shelly Miller is a look into finding ways to still your heart and change your focus even during the busiest of times. She writes in an easy way and includes lots of stories of others finding their way into Sabbath rest. The end of the book features questions to go along with each chapter called practical prompts and could be used in a group setting, but just as well individually. I think she presents some good insights and I appreciate the look at the value of making time to slow down and reflect even in a busy life. I give this book a solid 4 stars.
**I was given this book in exchange for an honest review by Bethany House Publishers. All opinions are mine.**


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Protesters storm Kuwaiti parliament
Nov. 17 - Dozens of Kuwaitis briefly storm Kuwait's parliament building as hundreds more demonstrate outside, demanding that Prime Minister Sheikh Nasser al-Mohammad al-Sabah steps down. Nick Rowlands reports.
Hundreds of protesters outside Kuwait's parliament chant, "The people want to bring down the prime minister." They're demanding the removal of Prime Minister Sheikh Nasser al-Mohammad al-Sabah, whom they accuse of corruption. Dozens of people managed to force their way inside parliament, including opposition lawmakers who have been amongst those demonstrating against the government each week. The chants echo those of protesters in Egypt who in February forced President Hosni Mubarak to step down. Kuwait has escaped the mass unrest which has swept the Arab world, largely thanks to a generous welfare system, but opposition to Sheikh Nasser has been growing. In May, two lawmakers attempted to question Sheikh Nasser over alleged misuse of public funds, a charge he denies. Nick Rowlands, Reuters.


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Adam Ant has recruited original drummer, Dave Barbarossa and bass player Leigh Gorman to join his brand new band, entitled: 'The Ministers Of New Super Heavy Funk Punk.'
The band also features two members of his current band, Jola ' drums and Tom Edwards ' guitar, implemented by Will Crewdson ' guitar. Dave Barbarossa and Leigh Gorman (and Adam) were the very last line-up to perform the Dirk Wears White Sox album live at the Electric Ballroom, London on 31st December 1979, prior to Malcolm McLaren poaching Barbarossa and Gorman for Bow Wow Wow and prior to Adam, forming Adam And The Ants 2 and going onto enjoy global success.
Last year Adam released his highly acclaimed, Adam Ant Is The BlueBlack Hussar In Marrying The Gunners's Daughter, on his own BlueBlack Hussar Record label. Supporting the release with a forty-four city US tour, last summer, which was the culmination of over 300 live shows, Adam has performed across the world, since the summer of 2010. Last year Adam also appeared on the Oprah Winfrey & Late Night with Jimmy Fallon shows.
Legendary film director, Jack Bond, (director of the extraordinary film 'Dali In New York') captured Adam's return to the music business with his documentary The Blueblack Hussar. The film captures Adam playing at some of the old venues he played in his punk days, 100 Club, Electric Ballroom and a get together with producer Mark Ronson and Jamie Reynolds (The Klaxons) at the original Sex Pistol rehearsal premises in Denmark Street. Before moving onto Paris, where he was filmed recording some of his favourite French pop tunes by Johnny Hallyday, Serge Gainsbourg and Plastic Bertrand…and meets with his favourite actress, Charlotte Rampling. It also captures Adam performing at London's O2 and ends with him taking the stage at London's Hyde Park, as a special guest to Rod Stewart, with Jon Bon Jovi looking on approvingly from the side of the stage. The film is co-produced by Adam and Jack Bond for Dal-Segno Pictures and will be released later this year.
The Hammersmith Apollo show, on 19th April, coincides with Record Store Day, which sees the release of the Dirk Wears White Sox album, as a 5,000 limited edition (3,000 white vinyl) mastered by Adam and including a special bonus insert package containing publicity items from Adam's personal archive. This constitutes the second release on Adam's Blublack Hussar label, licensed by Sony Music, who have allowed Adam complete artistic freedom to produce, what Adam calls, 'a labour of Love,' a collectable for record buyers, vinyl lovers and music lovers in general. Adam will also be making an appearance at Rough Trade Shop on Portobello Road and at Sister Ray's in Berwick St during the day on April 19th.
The Hammersmith Apollo show will be the only performance of Dirk Wears White Sox in it's entirety. It will be a two part show, the second part being a selection from his twenty-two Top 40 singles, including three number One Hits, Stand And Deliver, Prince Charming and Goody Two Shoes. The show is conceived and designed by Adam personally and will feature an exclusive limited edition of T Shirts and other merchandise, chosen from his archive and produced by his fashion line, Blueblack Hussar.
Song selections from Dirk Wears White Sox will feature heavily in the other five shows on the current tour. The full dates are
1st Manchester HMV Ritz
3rd Edinburgh Liquid Rooms
4th Newcastle O2 Academy
11th Cheltenham Town Hall
12th Yeovil Westlands
19th London Hammersmith Eventim Apollo
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We have a lot of work going on in the background for some major features at the moment that is keeping us all very busy, but we're still trying to revise and tidy up the existing features, to make functionality more intuitive and useful. I'm going to start putting together feature functionality pages that describe elements in detail, so this update will be quick and simple, with lots of graphics to highlight changes.
The highlights for this release were:
- Public trees now accessible.
- Search links from timeline now giving as accurate a set of results as possible.
- Place merging on the places list edit option.
A full list of feature improvements follows:
Public trees now accessible
You can now share a link to your family tree if the tree is set to public. Set the tree to public via the Tree Settings page. Then take a copy of the tree url, which appears in your browser , such as:
Include the long funny looking reference. You may well see "/0/pedigree" after this number or similar. This can be included but it is not needed. Send this to another findmypast member, and they can then view your tree. By default they will not see living people or information flagged as private. The cannot edit, delete or add information to your tree. They cannot change settings nor can they view the list pages.
New family tree shares list
A new list has been added that shows everyone who has accessed your public tree, or to whom you have given access. This will give you the option to block them (remove access) or to change the show living option on a per user basis.
Search link improvements
Link to search results from all search points and from profile timeline facts massively improved and opens in new tab. Get straight to the right results as quickly as possible with links from your tree.
The nodal-modal (quick view of person) provides links to birth and death results, as well as a button to search all birth, marriage and death (BMD) records at once.
The timeline provides links for birth, marriage, death and children birth searches. The search criteria will use as much of the supplied information as possible.
Revised place list layout.
Change option button to standard edit and delete functionality. Made clearer the usage count. Link to map if geo-codes present. And most importantly, if you edit a place and alter the place name to be the same as another in your list already, the save process will merge the two places together, updating all usages across your tree.
Revised fact type list layout.
Change option button to standard edit and delete functionality. Made clearer the usage count. Rather than require a full edit, you can change fact type functionality (where permitted) by clicking on the tick boxes.
Revised master source list layout.
Change option button to standard edit and delete functionality. Made clearer the usage count.
Revised source modal.
Separated UI fields, added labels and added new private field.
Revised master source modal.
UI tweaks to master source modal, accessible from edit option on the master source list.
Revised note modal.
Minor UI tweaks.
Ongoing work
The migration on FMP UK old trees is almost complete. If you think your tree has not been migrated then please contact findmypast Customer Support. I will write a separate piece on the migration.
Other fixes
These are the bugs that have been fixed in the last two releases.
- Page pagination for places, master sources, source repository lists missing
- Confirmation dialog not shown on source repository delete
- Wrong icons shown on action drop down on people list
- Unable to "remove" unused fact types from list
- Profile pictures not changing for multiple spouses on family group page
- Person crumb trail not showing correct date values
- Geo codes attached to place not saving when creating tree or using quick edit dialog
- The focus person not staying as focus person while moving about different views and different people
- Family group view not showing correctly when in a shared tree when more than 1 spouse
- Add mother/father dialog showing "unknown" icon
- Flow error when adding second sibling forcing second set of parents to be created
- Top navigation unexpectedly locking in position in certain views
- Unable to "delete" unused master sources from list
- Unable to "delete" unused source repositories from list
- Wrong icons shown when changing tabs in profile view
- Back to tree link requires multiple clicks after viewing more than one page in settings
- Spaces missing between certain icons and labels in navigation controls
- Wrong icons shown in navigation when in tree page views
- Edit modal not displaying correctly when editing "unknown" person
- Too much data being requested on pedigree, family and family group views (performance improvement)
- Linking to wrong search results URLs across different domains
As always, we will continue to evolve the tree in the direction you guide us. If you want to have your say, then please visit http://feedback.findmypast.co.uk/forums/222583-ideas-and-improvements/category/78729-trees
And let me know if you have any questions over the features we're releasing.


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From what to wear a little black dress?
Little black dress - a surprisingly practical thing, especially on the eve of New Year celebrations enterprise. The best way to breathe in new life to your favorite classics - refresh dress colorful accessories in the trends of the season.
With red
The coming year, as we know, will be marked by a red monkey - so why not celebrate his offensive sexy way with red accents? Shoes, accessories, bright lipstick perfectly with the little black dress, setting the tone for the holiday.
With gold
As soon as the calendar flips to the last page, it's time to get out of the closet all glittering with gold and silver items. Shimmering sequins and rhinestones shiny, mirrored silk and metal accessories accentuate Christmas mood. And that gold with black make up a couple of spectacular, to say nothing!
With emerald
Aristocratic dark green shade was the main color palette in the fall, so those who have already managed to acquire a pair of jewelry with emerald green stones or clutch, it's time to bring them into the light. Do not forget that the black dress looks great with lush fur boas and fur coats in the shade of the season.
Victorian Romance
Lace and velvet did not descend from the first pages of fashion magazines throughout the year, so without them during the New Year holidays can not do. The image of the classic Victorian style can be easily created, adding to the classic black dress the shuttles lace, velvet or lace trimmed clutch and a pair of flashy jewelry in an appropriate style.
Back to black
Lovers conservative style like that black Total bow again gaining weight in the fashion circles. Despite the fact that this objective is the easiest and win-win for any celebratory occasion, this year, he still would require leaving the comfort zone - for example, using the popular silk gloves to the elbow, patent leather ankle boots on the red soles or memorable earrings-shandelerov . Red lipstick is also required.


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Here's a great story from Eri. You really feel like you're there!
chapter 1
I run through the door and everyone gasps. I mean everyone. Even Puck, my
best friend, stares with his mouth gaping. I keep running and stop at
my locker. I twist the number lock to my combination and throw my stuff
in. I climb inside and sit down on the metal bottom. Everyone is still
Alice, my sister, comes over and looks puzzled.
"Tylar!", she whispers,"Where were you? You're over-" she checks her watch-
"you're over four hours late!"
"So what." I whisper back, while shutting my customized locker door.
"So what?! It' s halfway through lunch!", she says. "All the teachers are
looking for you!"
Puck races over right before I slam the locker door shut. "You need your
sketch pad for art class in -" he checks his watch "- in 15 minutes!"
"Why don't I have a watch?", I moan while twisting the lock to '274318'.
"I'll get you one for your birthday." Puck says reassuringly.
"But Puck, that's in July, five months from now, in the summer! You don't
need a watch in the summer!"
"Good point."
"There's four months of school left! I can't get to school four hours late
for four months!"
"You can borrow mine," Puck says with a smirk, "because I always get to
school on time, and you can just tell me what time classes are."
"Very funny." I say. "But can I still borrow it until summer?"
"Sure." He says, handing it to me. "Now lets get to the cafeteria."
* * *
Little Red Riding Hood comes over and asks with a smirk; "You having fun
sharing lunch with your ... boyfriend?"
"Like you think you're so great." I mutter.
"Excuse me?" Red says.
"It better be nothing."
"Don't listen to her," my friend Goldilocks says, sitting down beside me,
"she's just trying to make everyone think you're scared."
"I know Locks, but what if she means it?"
"Trust me. She doesn't." Puck says.
"Okay, good." I say fluttering my wings.
I take a bite of my sandwich. Puck with his chicken nuggets, and Locks
with her Spaghetti.
"Eww!" We all exclaim in unison. "This is gross!"
We all take refreshing big sips of 'Blast', the new favorite soda.
"Ahh." I say, totally refreshed.
"Ditto." They say.
From now on, I am making my lunch at home.
"5 minutes 'till art," I say, checking 'my' watch.
"I hope we don't get another sub." Locks says.
"Me too." I say.
Me 3," Puck says.
chapter 2
As we walked to class I noticed two boys staring at me. I glare, and they
start to whistle and pretend to be looking at the clock that's beside
"Can you blame them?" My friend Snow says. "I mean, they're pretty dumb to
like you."
"Uh, thanks alot." I say.
"No, I mean they're dumb to think that you're open to boys."
"Because we're only 12?" My other friend Briar asks.
"Prob'ly." I answer.
We walk in and head to the 3 seats at the back, like we usually do. But
today, Sabrina and Daphne Grimm plus their friend Evalynn were sitting
"Well well well. Look who took our spots." Briar says moving closer.
"We can move if you want," Sabrina says.
"Oh thanks Sabrina, but it's fine. We'll sit in the front." I say, shooting
Briar a look.
We walk towards the front. "Briar! Sabrina's a year younger than us!" I
We sit down and unzip our backpacks.
"Shoot! I forgot my eraser and pencil!" Snow says.
"It's fine," I say, "I always keep a spare pencil in my bag."
"And I have 2 erasers." Briar says as we hand her the stuff.
"Thanks." She says as Mr. Skencacer walks broadly through the door.
"Shh." Briar whispers.
He strides towards his desk.
"Today, class, we are going to draw the scenery. To preform this action,
we must go outside with the clipboards supplied on your desks." We
glance at the desks, pick up the clipboards, grab our stuff and line up at
the door as he counted down from ten.
He hands out papers and we walk towards the school front doors.
* * *
"I like your drawing." Briar says as she leans over to get a better look.
"Thanks. I like yours too." I say glancing at her drawing of trees
swaying with the sun partly hidden by the wisps of clouds. Her's is so
better. Mine is just a simple sketch of the academy. Snow's is better
too. Her's is of our magical playground including the floating swingset
and the talking See-saw.
"Okay class! Time to go inside!" Mr. Skencacer booms.
As we march in I see those same 2 boys eyeing me.
I look at them in a nausiating way.
They start whistling again.
I groan.
We walk back in class and hand in our drawings.
"Now we are going to draw who is beside us." He says.
Now it's Snow's turn to groan. "I have to draw Nerdy Nickie." She whispers
to me.
"I'm willing to change spots with you," I say.
"No, it's fine." She replies.
My drawing turns out to be good, but Briar's ears are a little big.
I look at her's, and it's about the same as mine on a scale of 1 to 100.
It's about a 69.
Snow's turns out to be pretty bad. Well actually, that's just how Nerdy
Nickie looks.
chapter 3
I grab my bag, run through the door and race to the girl's restroom. As
I'm running I pull out my purple elastic and let my long, red hair fall
loose around my elbows. I run through the door signed "Girls" and stick
myself infront of the mirrors. I comb my fingers through my tangled
hair, pull it to the top of my head, and wrap the elastic around it. I
leave and rush through the twisting hallways, bumping into my twin sister.
"Tylar!" She says, obviously annoyed, "watch where you're going!"
"Can we switch?" I say.
"Um... ok. But just for one period. My next class is Math. What's yours?"
She asks."
"My next is ELA. Yay! I love math!"
"And I looooove ELA!!"
"Perfect!" I say.
We walk to our trading spot, The Janitor's Closet.
I take my hair out, she puts hers in. We trade clothes and Tote bags,
phones and cuffs.
I look through the peephole. The coast is clear. I walk out of the closet,
looking both ways, to make sure it's clear.
I peek back inside the closet. There is Emma,(dressed as me) reading her
I drag her out and put her bookmark in her book, the close it.
"Aww! I was just getting to the good part!" She says.
"We gotta get to classes!" I say.
"Fine." She says peeking in her book again.
Soon I walk in to Math dressed as Emma, and no one seems to notice except
for Emma's friends, as they always do. We've only been caught once,
and that was a couple years ago. We were ten and we attempted to switch for
the whole day, but I accidentally let something slip at home about how
Snow and Briar wanted me to come over.
"Tylar? Why did you switch?", Emma's friend Jack whispers as I slip in to
the seat beside him. "I like math and she likes English Language Arts.
Actually I don't really know." I whisper back.
"What do your friends think?", Prince (Ironic, isn't it?), another one of
Emma's friends asks.
"Well, actually I don't really know," I admit. "I wish I had a twin to
switch with," Emma's friend Gretel says while looking up from tying her
We snap back to attention as soon as Emma's math teacher Ms. Flora
fluttered to the front of the class.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
A poem: The Banyan Tree
Pinkprincess wrote this poem. We love it, especially the last line.
The Banyan Tree
Once upon a time in my garden, loved by me,
By seeing which garden I always became glee,
With its wide spread branches and dark colored leaves,
There stood a magnificent Banyan Tree.
From the time I was young I saw it grow,
But who planted it I didn't know,
Although it protected me in summer from the sun
And in winter from the snow.
The Banyan Tree was a world in itself.
I was a part of it myself.
Many birds and small animals lived in it,
And it bore their weight all by itself.
The Banyan Tree
Once upon a time in my garden, loved by me,
By seeing which garden I always became glee,
With its wide spread branches and dark colored leaves,
There stood a magnificent Banyan Tree.
From the time I was young I saw it grow,
But who planted it I didn't know,
Although it protected me in summer from the sun
And in winter from the snow.
The Banyan Tree was a world in itself.
I was a part of it myself.
Many birds and small animals lived in it,
And it bore their weight all by itself.
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May 7, 2012
April Showers...
Hello...I have been very busy in the garden. I have been tending to some blooms for Earth Angels...Jen O'Connor is having a Spring Show. So, here are the exclusives that I have created just for Jen.
This is "Miss May Flowers"....Luckily, for her... there were bountiful April Showers...this is why she is smiling. Her little HoneyBee thinks that she is extra sweet.
This is "Little Petunia"... She has been soaking up lots of sunshine...so she smells just like fancy French perfume...Ooh-Lah-Lah! Her little jitterbug has a crush on her.
"Patty-Cake" is a little party girl. She loves to celebrate her birthday....Actually...she will celebrate any occasion as long as there is a tasty party cake.
Plus...she has a rainbow selection of fanciful party hats.
So all are invited to The Earth Angels Spring Fling...So go and bring a friend...as you will have a wonderful time.
If you attend...make sure that you say hello to my little friends. They are very friendly.
Have silly "Spring Fling" Fun, Jody, the gardener
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awww.. such sweet things. I really needed a dose of your cuties tonight!ReplyDelete
glad you posted today!
Wow! What whimsical F-U-N! :-D JenniferReplyDelete
OO.. very cute flowers.. they are lovely!! I go and take a peek at earth angels to say hello to them...!ReplyDelete
Have a good day,
They are so adorable. I love them all:)ReplyDelete
I'm with Patty Cake... one can never have enough cake, or enough reasons to celebrate. Isnt that what life is all about? The all are splendid Jody. Great job.ReplyDelete
I just don't know how you're pieces get cuter and cuter....you amaze me.ReplyDelete
Happy Mother's Day,
These cuties look like they are having a lovely time! Patty Cake is the cutest cat on the block :)ReplyDelete
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Monday, 1 August 2011
the smell of seaweed
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You boys sure look comfy in that first picture. :)ReplyDelete
What a lovely jaunt Mr. and Mrs. Haven had. Helford is beautiful! We are curious about the house in that fourth picture ... was it built that way, or is it off the foundation?
I really must visit that part of England one day. Thank yo for sharing these photos!ReplyDelete
Oh that sounds like a lovely place to visit. We would love to be in that cute little cottage. And the doggie looked very nice.ReplyDelete
Me too prepare myself when my 2-legged goes out :)ReplyDelete
Lovely pictures from your 2-legged´s trip !!!
Sounds like a purrfect day for the Havens :-)ReplyDelete
And you boys certainly enjoyed snuggling up on the duvet, didn't you?!
Poor lonely woofie !!! I hope he has home.ReplyDelete
And I hope you all have a lovely day
What a nice thing to smell of, seaweed!ReplyDelete
It's so beautiful. Sometimes I really miss European scenery....ReplyDelete
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Pupils at Grange View Church of England First School in Widdrington Station celebrated World Book Day by wearing some eye-catching pyjamas.
The school had a bedtime stories theme and the children brought in their favourite bedtime stories to do some reading activities.
Key Stage 2 pupils read the pop-up books they had made last term to the children in reception.
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swedish christmas embroidery
Look at this absolutely beautiful vintage Swedish Christmas embroidery I saw at the home of a friend today. It was her mother's and is very old. I loved the colours and the simple stitching. God Jul!
12 comments:
- Marigold Jam said...
How lovely! Those colours are so subtle yet bright aren't they?
- 29 December 2015 at 19:39
- Alison said...
that is just beautiful! I read somewhere that St Stephans Day is celebrated on 26 December in Scandinavia, and that there is a tradition that St Stephan was a stable boy, hence the images of horses...
- 30 December 2015 at 00:23
- Gina said...
How beautiful!
- 30 December 2015 at 09:18
- Sue said...
Aren't they gorgeous? The blue background has obviously faded but I don't know about the threads. It's a lovely combination, anyway.
- 30 December 2015 at 09:54
- Sue said...
Ah, that's interesting, I didn't know that. I must ask my friend...
- 30 December 2015 at 09:54
- Frances said...
Yes, Sue, that is very lovely embroidery. I do like the softness of the colors of the fabric and the stitches. Aren't those horses fine? Now I will remember what Alison has written about St Stephen's Day, too.
Thank you all very much. And a very Happy 2016, too. xo
- 30 December 2015 at 15:47
- Toffeeapple said...
How lovely, Darlana horses!
- 30 December 2015 at 19:15
- Sue said...
Ooh, Darlana horses... going to look that up... X
- 30 December 2015 at 21:59
- Sue said...
Happy 2016 to you too dear Frances X
- 30 December 2015 at 21:59
- rossichka said...
This is absolutely adorable! The colours are so bright and the horses are so sweet. I like the variety of stars! I have such embroidery treasures from my grand mothers and I keep them with love.
Happy New Year, dear Sue! I wish you lots of laugh, health, inspiration and happy moments with your family! xox
- 30 December 2015 at 22:09
- Sue said...
Oh Happy New Year to you too,Rossi dear, and to your beautiful family xxx
- 30 December 2015 at 22:11
- samia hussain said...
nice post
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Your mom will LOVE these! I really like the bag with the starts on it – so cute! You got a great deal on these classic bags. Are they ALL for her, nothing for you? 😉
Yes !! We're already in the mid month of December and it means Christmas, fun, joy, gifts, food and lots of parties. Speaking of gifts, I mentioned on twitter that I was at Coach to pick up a Christmas gift for my mom and I ended up with a few these. I got carried away sometimes when I go stopping.
I know my mom loves Coach New York handbags and so this one is going to be a surprise for her. Regular price is $295.00 but I only paid $169.00 for this bandbag. You can get these coach handbags for a lower price at Premium Montreal Outlet in Mirabel, Quebec.
The other purse sells for $75.00 each but with discount it was $29.00. So, a small little gift for the ladies.
The Coach store I went has a great promotion sale of 60% off. So, the damage wasn't too much for my wallet.LOL! My honey bear got me one as a gift but I'll keep it a suspend until Christmas to unwrap it. I know what I'll be getting since that's my favorite design. As mentioned previously in my post, I planned to do my Christmas Gift unwrapping series in my later posts.
There' are many holiday gift ideas besides beauty products, candles, fragrances or electronics gadgets. This year, I'm giving something I know they would really like. My shopping list is still a mile long and this week I'm targeting to get presents for my everyone in my family. Oh, my shopping frenzy!!!
Thanks as usual for taking the time to read.
Sharon xoxo
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Kevin Pickens
Systems Engineer / IT Generalist
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Detail-oriented and fast-learning systems engineer (application support) with eight years experience.
Knowledgable about many applications and protocols. Excellent written and spoken communication abilities; capable of explaining technical topics to non-technical individuals and business topics to non-business individuals.
- Skills:
- Pentaho (Spoon ETL)
- BMC Remedy (ITSM Suite)
- Verint (formerly: Perseus and Vovici)
- MySQL
- Oracle
- SOAP Web Services
- Java
- WordPress
- Highlights:
- Developed, designed, and implemented a complete conversion of the ETL process for customer identification data, improving accuracy and completeness and saving Tier 1 support an estimated two hundred to four hundred hours per year.
- Collaborated on a method for retrieving CI data from a data provider with no available programmatic connections in a more security-conscious portion of the network without violating security controls.
- Created an application that allowed the reporting team to retrieve data from a vendor's system, saving the cost of additional licensing for the reporting tool.
- Experience:
Systems Administrator Coordinator — Senior Programmer/Analyst Coordinator — Systems Engineer
BAE Systems, Inc
December 2009 - Present
I customize the Remedy (BMC Action Request System ITSM and Atrium CMDB) ticketing application to meet our internal needs.This includes:
- developing Forms
- developing Filters
- developing Escalations
- developing Active Links
- adjusting existing Forms and Applications to:
- include necessary data
- validate entered data
- developing integrations using Atrium Integrator to:
- transfer People/User/customer data from Microsoft Identity Integration Server (MIIS)
- transfer People/User/customer data from Novell Identity Vault
- transfer CI data from CA Spectrum
- transfer network device and site data from a custom portal based on IBM Tivoli Network Monitor (ITNM)
I customized the Maximo (Tivoli Service Request Manager) ticketing application to meet our internal needs. This included:
- developing Workflows
- adjusting Applications to:
- include necessary data
- validate entered data
- implementing Job Plans
I was also the secondary database administrator for our installation of Maximo (utilizing Oracle 10g R2 RAC).
I was responsible for developing and deploying modifications to our RightAnswers Self-Service and Support Analyst installations.This included integrating these systems with Maximo.
My duties also included maintaining and administering our installations of the Perseus and Vovici survey applications.This included:
- managing survey author and administrator accounts
- creating surveys from question lists and text provided by customers
- developing reports from data enter by respondents
- updating the installed software
- installing the software
- troubleshooting problems which arise when accessing the software administration interface or individual surveys
Help Desk Assistant
BAE Systems, Inc
April 2008 - December 2009
I provided Tier 1 and Tier 2 phone and e-mail support to internal customers, including:
- resetting passwords and PINs for systems including:
- Microsoft Active Directory
- RSA SecurID
- VASCO Data Security
- managing accounts in:
- RSA SecurID
- VASCO Data Security
- troubleshooting for common desktop applications, such as:
- Microsoft Word
- Microsoft Excel
- Microsoft Access
- Microsoft Power Point
- Microsoft Outlook
- Microsoft Internet Explorer
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I provided Tier 1 and Tier 2 phone and e-mail support to internal customers, including:
- resetting passwords for Microsoft Active Directory and applications internal to the Department of State
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An alumni of the European Youth Parliament has been selected to be honoured with the Federal Medal of Merit. On the occasion of the anniversary of the German Constitution Day (Verfassungstag), the President Frank-Walter Steinmeier is giving federal orders of merit to 24 people who have worked "for freedom, democracy and against right-wing extremism and violence". Our very own Sophie Debrunner Hall is one of the two individuals from outside Germany who have been chosen to receive an award.
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President Trump "didn't care or particularly know about health care" despite trying to push a major reform bill through Congress, a senior Republican aide has reportedly claimed.
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President Trump Says Republican Study Committee Now Backs Health Care Bill
President Trump Meeting with Republican Study Committee
President Trump met with members of the Republic Study Committee in the Oval Office. He said "every single one" of the Republican Study Committee members would vote "yes" on the Republican health care replacement bill, even though they previously opposed it.