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Those Dreadful State Vehicle Inspections
I heard about that. Usually, if the ODBII is not ready, it will say not ready. But for me, it says communication failed. Have you heard about the CAN (Controlled Area Network)? It will be the mandate in 2008 and some car makers have already started putting that into their cars. You need a CAN enabled scanner to communicate with those types of cars.0
paisan Posts: 21,181Yeah I heard that the DC cars all have that (yours being part of the DC group as well) Could be that the state isn't setup for em, but I thought CAN was backwardly compatible with the std OBDII.
The CAN stuff is weird, my buddy said they essentially have all the wires in the car "hot" at all times and they send a signal to components when to turn on or off, like the radio, cig lighter, etc.
That's probably why I'm failing. Same reason the guy with the LR3 is failing. The state might not be equipped to inspect those cars.0
Here's the email I got from the state:
Yes, we are set up to be able to read the OBD-CAN interface> At this time I don't have an ETA on when the Private Facilities will be upgraded but we have been testing with CAN since late 2006. We are down to about
5 vehicles on our "exempt" list and even if a particular vehicle "defies" the norm.....The State will work on us to authorize by-pass testing with if necessary as long as the proper documentation is obtained.
If you are still having problems and you haven't alrady, please see an Emissions Repair Facility as discussed previously. If they perform the diagnosis, show that the vehicle will communicate in "generic" mode and that there are no other issues, I can then send that paperwork to the State and get a by-pass authorized to a lower level test.
I hope this helps to clarify and let me know if I may be of further assistance including talking with the ERF of your choice if that will help matters.0
joel0622 Posts: 3,302What do you all pay for inspection and what all do they check?
Here in my Area if you live in Nashville Davidson County or a county that touches Davidson you have to have emissions inspection once a year. The cost is $10. You can have the biggest POS on the road as long as it passes emissions.0
wlbrown9 Posts: 867Hum...down here is Shelby County only Memphis residents have to get their vehicles inspected. I have lived in Shelby county since 1974 but have not lived in Memphis since 1976, thus have not had a personal vehicle inspected since then. Occasionally someone brings this issue up, but it has gone nowhere so far. More of the POS smokers seem to be down in Memphis instead of the surrounding area.
You see a number of cars down here that have the right side of the license plate cut off. This allows the owner of a POS to transfer the expiration sticker to the POS and thus seem legal without paying or getting inspected.0
geo9 Posts: 739During the 80s in S. Fla. they did away with the state run yearly vehicle inspections.......After 1 year there was sure
a bunch of rattletraps running around with broken/cracked
windshields, bald tires, and no tail lights!!!!!!!!
Also your yearly plate renewal verification was a new
sticker with the year and it was placed in a spot on the
corner of your existing license plate.
But the crooks had a better idea ! Steal your plate and
remove your sticker or even better carry a set of metal
clippers and cut the corner with the new sticker off
your plate and peel it off at home then put it on their
own car !!!!!!!!!! :P0
bill304 Posts: 18-I had the same problem when I was visiting someone in Delaware. Drove to Maryland, a cop stopped me and asked where my renewal sticker was. Anyway now once the sticker is
applied if someone tries to take it off it tears into pieces so it's no good to anyone to use. the dmv HAD A GOOD IDEA, wow who woulda thunk :shades:0
jimcasada Posts: 1I just took my car to a place here in Laurel Maryland for a State Inspection, after just spending $600 on it to get it ready. Mysteriously, they came up with a dozen more pure BS items they claimed needed to be done. Then they tried to get me to authorized them to do the 'repairs' some highly inflated fee. I am a mechanic myself by trade, so know a crook when I see one. Can anyone recommend a honest MD Inspection Station?0
tidester Posts: 10,059I can't point you to an inspection station but here's a complete list of items required for an inspection in Maryland: Vehicle Safety Inspection (see Appendix A at the bottom of the page)
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He had been driving all night not knowing where he was going. It had been hours of the incessant humming of his beat up 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS Coupe filling the silence, breaking the chaos in his mind and led him along the road taking him nowhere in particular.
He had been smoking heavily, with the windows rolled down and the chilly night wind cut through his hair. He patted the passenger's seat for his semi-crushed King-sized box of cigarettes and flipped it open; one left. He was down to his last cigarette. He sighed and put the box to his mouth to grab the last stick between his lips. Without a thought, he threw the empty box out the open window and proceeded to light his last hope for salvation. He took a drag.
He listened to the sounds of the traffic around him and his own breathing. He didn't want to turn on the radio or listen to any music. For that moment, he didn't want to have to think at all. His mind was shut off to the world and he was lost in the moment, just being, existing, behind the wheel. He chucked his lighter on the dashboard and carried on staring at the road ahead.
The night was dimly lit by the moonlight and the lone working headlight of his old Chevy shone enough for him to see immediately in front of the car. The light of the scattered street lamps every 50 meters flashed in his peripheral vision, like a strobe in a disco, as he chauffeured the pounding of his heavy heart farther and farther away. There had been too much going on at home.
The house was in a disarray, with boxes packed to the ceiling and so many things left strewn about, and it was so noisy. There were packers everywhere dismantling things, packing things and the sounds of masking tape screeching as they sealed box after box. His mother and father were busy barking orders and trying to manage the tedious flow of the move. It was too much. He was so overwhelmed, he couldn't even sort out his own thoughts. Frustrated and desperate for some peace of mind, he left a quick note with his dad and took off.
As he flicked the butt of his cigarette out the window, he sighed, the last breath of nicotine evaporating into the air. That was it. What else was there? He wasn't sure if he was ready to go back home one last time. He wasn't sure he'd be ready to leave it again. There were too many memories to leave behind in this town. He couldn't take his car with him either. He dispelled the questions as quickly as they came. It was no use hovering on things he was powerless over.
He almost stalled the Chevelle, shocked as he realized which road he was turning into. He half-smiled, amused at himself for subconsciously bringing him here and shook his head as he found that a parking spot was available right in front of him, eagerly awaiting his arrival as if to say, "what took you so long?"
He rolled up the windows, parked the car and locked it. His feet led him down the familiar pavement, as he walked with his hands in his pockets and his eyes tracing the pattern of the cracks on the ground. It was like a ritual.
He stopped short by the tree and made to hug it, and in one big sweeping move, he threw his weight into the tree and he climbed. His hands and feet found the familiar crevices as he climbed higher and higher until he reached the window ledge. He snapped a twig off a branch and slid it under the latch and opened the window.
He peeked past the curtains. There she was, lying in bed, sound asleep. He climbed through and landed swiftly on his feet. He looked at her again; he hadn't stirred her. He slipped off his shoes and socks, leaving them by the windowsill, and closed the window before turning to her again.
He took off his t-shirt and shimmied out of his jeans, leaving them in a pile on her bedroom floor.
He padded across the room to her bed where she laid. He pulled back the corner of the duvet that cocooned her.
She woke with a start, a gasp escaping her lips, before her vision focused in the dark, realizing who it was. Still groggy with sleep, she scooted over in her bed until her back was against the wall and she waited for him to settle next to her.
He placed the covers back around them as he kissed her in greeting and settled to face her. She looked incredibly cute, half asleep and just looking at him. He stared quietly back as he felt her warm hand slide gently into his under the covers. She smiled at him sleepily.
His heart warmed and he felt his throat choking up and the prickling of tears in his dry eyes. He snuggled as close as he could get, burying his face in her shoulder, his frame shrinking into a ball.
Her arms circled around him, holding him closer still and he cried silently, lamenting his eventual goodbye.
Morning came and she awoke to find herself alone in bed. Was last night only a dream?
No… The space beside her was still warm. She looked around and her heart stopped. Her hands trembled as she reached for the note anchored by a familiar set of keys.
Take care of her for me, babe.
I love you.
I'll see you soon.


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CONVERSATIONS Mousse 39
Sounds from the Ghost Raid: Fatima Al Qadiri
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Born in Senegal, Fatima Al Qadiri grew up in a futuristic yet already vintage Kuwait colonized by skyscrapers with lights ablaze round the clock, Japanese manga imagery and shoot 'em up video games. This was the substrate, against the backdrop of the Gulf War, on which she has developed an advanced mixture of music borrowed and reinterpreted from different cultural contexts and her own unique imaginary. Babak Radboy, artist and creative director of Bidoun Magazine, as well as a long-time friend, met with her to talk about her influences and the way she manages to keep creative control over her original output.
BABAK RADBOY: Kuwait is so American.
FATIMA AL QADIRI: Kuwait is definitely the most American country in the Arab world. Consider the obesity rate alone: after America we're the number-two fattest country in the world, per capita. There are so many words in the language to describe fat children! Like, six, at least. It's a real problem in Kuwait: a whole generation of obese children. Kuwait's rate of consumption is similar to the U.S. but even more absurd.
BR: Kuwait is a crazy mix: a super-affluent country, yet basically a welfare state, though with a super neo-liberal consumer economy.
FQ: We consume vast amounts of everything. Instagram businesses are a big thing in Kuwait.
BR: What's an Instagram business?
FQ: If you have an Instagram account, you can slap a price tag on anything, take a picture of it, and sell it. For instance, you could take this can of San Pellegrino, paint it pink, put a heart on it, call it yours, and declare it for sale. Even my grandmother has an Instagram business! She sells dried fruit. A friend's cousin is selling weird potted plants that use Astroturf. People are creating, you know, hacked products.
BR: Having been to Kuwait, I would have to describe it as bizarrely traumatized. The rest of the Gulf is pretty, like, futuristic, but Kuwait reeks of 1993. It's more 1993 than that year ever really was.
FQ: Actually since you were there, there are probably 20 new skyscrapers. And each one is lit up like a Christmas tree every single day.
BR: Are the buildings full of people?
FQ: I don't know. I doubt it. Khalid Al Gharaballi did a piece on "clothed architecture" and it made me think of the lights as uniforms on the skyscrapers. It's the new trend: light them up, all year round, for no reason, no occasion! When something becomes a trend in Kuwait, it spreads like wildfire. There's this competitive spirit, but it's based on decisions made by random individuals in a totally arbitrary way, you know? For instance, since the 1980s they've used Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker March as the de facto soundtrack for meetings of heads of state. Who chose that? Probably some person who thought, oh yeah, that sounds princely!
BR: Tell me how you got into video games and comics as a kid in Kuwait.
FQ: I became addicted to video games as a child partly because they were so cheap. Each pirated game cost, like, a dollar. With our pocket money, my sister and I were able to buy literally every video game on the market, bootlegged instantly via China to us.
BR: Jeez.
FQ: We had to entertain ourselves any way we could. There was no Internet yet, so for us it was all about manga and comic books and video games and playing music on keyboards. I invented a story called Ballfight when I was 11, and used it to bribe my sister. She did me favors, and I told her more of the story. It was like The 1,001 Nights, and I was Scheherazade! Ballfight was the polar opposite of our reality: it was based in the Amazon jungle, with these Brutalist concrete apartment buildings, and all the characters were hypersexualized, hyper-violent, constantly fucking and killing each other. It was inspired by a lot of the manga cartoons we were watching. You know, those things were completely under the radar of our parents. They never actually picked one up to see what was inside.
BR: It's hard to look at manga if you don't really know how. It just seems like a bunch of lines. A scene of someone getting fucked is pretty abstract.
FQ: We started buying it earnestly when we found a bookshop in Kuwait, at the Safir Hotel, selling Japanese comic books from the 1970s. This was in 1992. We were fascinated. We couldn't read them, but my father had access to the Japanese ambassador, being an ex-diplomat, so my sister and I went to the Japanese embassy and asked them for all their language-teaching materials, and we taught ourselves how to read two or three scripts. As children! My sister actually went on to study in Japan.
BR: People don't realize how much resonance Japanese culture has in the Middle East.
There's something interesting in all this, because a lot of your stuff is rooted in these childhood experiences. So, let's talk about music for a bit. When we first met, one of the things that drew us together was that we both hate the Beatles. It felt so good to be able to talk about it with someone.
FQ: Yes, without fear of social retribution. Although you were saying you liked one of Paul McCartney's songs.
BR: In his late work, he's got a couple of relatively good songs: "Check My Machine" and "Temporary Secretary." I like them because, I figure, someone at that point in their career should have the confidence to make simple music.
FQ: Paul McCartney is like Michael Kors, in that he has a couple of good dresses, or a couple of good shoes.
BR: The Michael Kors theory of qualitative analysis!
FQ: The two main paths for musicians are that they start making music for their peers and end up making music for a global audience, or they start out making music for a global audience and end up making music for their peers. I just want to make music for my peers indefinitely. I guess I don't fit into either the music industry or the art world. The music industry sees me as an artist, and the art world sees me as a musician.
BR: Are there any pop stars you're into?
FQ: Sure! I'm into Future. He's a rapper but he's kind of a pop star. The American pop stars I listen to are rappers. I love Albanian pop stars. I love Bulgarian pop stars. I'm not a fan of the track "Gangnam Style" and I'm not a fan of Psy, but he made music in another language big, acceptable, as pop music. It's like "The Macarena."
BR: An international hit.
FQ: Every decade there's a big foreign-language hit with a new dance.
BR: Where's the next global hit coming from?
FQ: That's very difficult to predict. It has a lot to do with luck, and money. Psy is from a wealthy family and was able to make that huge, high-budget video. So, if something sounds like David Guetta produced it, it could be big.
BR: Who's the David Guetta of Kuwait?
FQ: There's no David Guetta of Kuwait, really. Gulf pop music is a lot more folksy, more singer-songwriter-y.
BR: Let's talk about your musical intolerance. By that I mean your refusal to distinguish between something that is bad and something that is irrelevant. I find that totally unique about you. It might be the key to your creative point of view, that you simply cannot see what is good about someone like Bob Dylan.
FQ: I have a photographic memory for melodies but I blank out on lyrics. Maybe that's why I like rap so much. The words go in one ear and out the other. Whereas Bob Dylan's music is supposedly about the poetry of his lyrics, and I'm not a fan of poetry. Poetry is a no-no in my world.
BR: Ha, what kind of Arab are you?
FQ: Well, Arabic poetry is another story. 20th-century poetry in English I cannot handle.
BR: What do you think about Madonna?
FQ: I think of her as a role model, maybe. I've learned a lot from her journey in the music industry. She went from making experimental music to making mega pop albums. She's made some good tracks, for sure, in her career. But she's locked into this "I'm a pop star, and I have to be one for life" thing and probably feels like she can't make a dignified exit. If I'm afraid of anything, I fear not leaving the music industry with a dignified exit. And also I'm concerned about retaining my creative freedom. I'm hoping and praying I don't do anything corny in my music career. That's been a fear of mine since I was a child. My mom instilled this ridiculous idea of authenticity, originality, that was so impossible to attain.
BR: Is that part of your obsession with genre? In genre, there's implicitly a need to reject so much, in order to define something. The boundaries of what's rejected and what's let in involve a kind of xenophobia. Things get so specific.
FQ: For sure. For instance, Grime was made in specific neighborhoods in England. The further you're removed from a kind of music, the more problematic it is trying to imitate it, so that's why I feel fortunate that I don't have any need or requirement to imitate anything. I just want to interpret things. I'll listen to Detroit techno, say, and then figure I'll make a Detroit techno track, but whatever comes out is going to be completely different. It won't even be the same BPM. It's about inspiration.
BR: In the technical, structural aspects of your music there's this genre-based mimesis, but what remains very consistent is the melodic style.
FQ: That has to do with my father's love of Russian classical music. I listened to a lot of Tchaikovsky at full blast as a baby! Those are the most powerful melodies I've ever heard, by those 19th and early 20th century Russian composers. It's beat-free music. The bombast comes from the melodic information. I think as well about all the Japanese video game soundtracks I heard as a kid. The beauty was in the limitations.
BR: You're saying that's why the video game soundtracks were so powerful, because the bandwidth was so narrow?
FQ: Yes, they were just 8-bit melodies. A lot of it was monophonic, so, no harmony. They couldn't even have two notes playing at the same time. That's so challenging, it's crazy! Making a whole soundtrack with one note at a time! But they were crack melodies, meaning I just wanted to hear them again and again and again. The audiovisual experience of playing those video games was about repetitiveness. So many electronic and dance music producers today were huge video game nerds back then.
BR: So that's what happened to all those kids who were warned that their brains would be rotted by video games?
FQ: Yes, they became incredibly successful producers in the music industry! Ha. Today video games are taking a slightly more sinister path. I mean, the war games were sinister in my time, for sure, but now they're perfect re-creations of exact wars in Iraq, and it's just fucked up.
BR: Did I tell you about the video game I worked on? It was set in Dubai, and it was so offensive. I mean, I have no ethical standards, but this was just, like, so bad! The whole purpose of the game is about morality versus ethics but you're not allowed to actually make choices because there's only one narrative. So you'll be, for instance, in a refugee camp and have to make the "hard" decision to kill all the women and children, but the game doesn't allow you not to. So it's actually the most corrupt philosophical catastrophe.
FQ: I've already said "no" to a bunch of ventures that would have been good for my career and very lucrative, because I felt like it was bad shit.
BR: Well, now you have to name one of them.
FQ: I can't.
BR: You have to.
FQ: No, I won't. My dad was a diplomat.
BR: Ha, good answer. What do you think about the career path for people who are making new music today?
FQ: It's different than before. It's so tied into the Internet. Universal and Warner Bros. are huge, but what they're doing is just one aspect of the business. If you're in a contract with people like that, they own you. For instance somebody from MTV got in touch with me about working together. And I was, like, sure, as long as there's a contract stipulating that I have 100 percent creative control. And that was the end of that!
BR: They wanted to take a risk without taking any risk.
FQ: That's the problem with success. The bigger you get, people congratulate you about doing advertising or whatever, things that bring in a lot of dough, but whenever I see someone I really respect in that position, it makes me sad.
BR: You're such a weirdo. I am all about selling out. I admire that shit. For me that's the dematerialization. Like Timbaland, who just stopped making music that was even vaguely what he was known for. He dematerialized his process and made it purely a financial transaction. Like a factory.
FQ: Well, it might be interesting from a conceptual and philosophical point of view, but actually listening to that music is another story. I suspect that you only like it as an idea.
BR: I'm just teasing you.
FQ: I totally get where you're coming from, though. Telfar Clemens has the most interesting views on everything. Show him the corniest, grossest, most disgusting thing on the planet, and he will interpret it in a beautiful, conceptual way. He's a philosopher.
BR: Tell me what annoys you about how you're discussed by journalists.
FQ: The thing with journalists is that I'm not a "default" person, meaning I'm not from a background that is easy to write about. So they make presumptions. I was born in Senegal and so many people call me Senegalese, but I'm not. They presume that because I speak English with an American accent, I'm American, but I'm not. Ultimately I feel sorry for them. They don't have the time, in this fast-paced, constant-updates world, to take a step back and research and formulate thoughtful questions. And there are no fact-checking requirements any more.
BR: Do you feel that the responsibility of hyping yourself is on your shoulders?
FQ: Very few people can afford not to promote themselves these days. It's also about information. If I don't tweet where my next gig is, how is anyone going to know? It's not like we live in an analog world where you paste flyers all over your block and people from your block come see you play! I try to keep it to a minimum, though. I'm not on Instagram, for instance.
BR: I still don't understand what that really is.
FQ: It's just a social network for photos. To spy on where people are, visually.
BR: Yuck.
FQ: On Twitter you can lie. You can say, "I'm at the mansion!" But with Instagram, you can prove you're really there. You're in Beyoncé's limo.
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I thought I was going to post about something else today. Then I heard Vroman's Bookstore is doing a Valentine's Day promotion that almost makes me nostalgic for the misery of my single days. Almost. I mean, those were some bad days. The nights weren't so great, either.
At either Vroman's store, on Colorado Blvd. or Hastings Ranch, you can enter a "drawing to win a holiday basket...filled with books and gifts totaling up to $200," basically by tearing up a photo of the one that done you wrong.
If you kept the photos, that is.
I didn't. There's nothing left of those bad relationships except the emotional muscles I built from the steep learning curve I climbed. However, for single folks who deserve a happy Valentine's Day and who are sick of being left out (I dreaded February 14th for years), it might be more than satisfying to rip the schmuck's photo in half and have some nice tchotchkes and a few good books to show for it.
(There were good relationships, too. From those I kept the memories. I might even have the photos, but as they're not digital I have no idea where they are.)


text: Dr David banner See now thats where I have issues with all this stuff..... Theres no regulation....no set guides...no clear instructions, to be fair I have to doth my cap to the serious builders that do all this but me, an average joe whos spent a few years at it with standard supplements, I wont be touching PH again (and thats been £150+ lesson). Yep I'm coming up to week 4, and the not drinking isnt the issue, nor really the results....(I've had slight gains and the strength has just kicked in so I expect better in last two as I go 75/day)... Its the change in life style, the WHOLE enormity to the life change, can anyone dig that. Im a northern bloke who likes a pint of a weekend, down pub watching the footy having a laugh and enjoying my gym etc......this has turned it all right on its head, Im bored and resent paying £2 for an orange....miss not acting the clown...and the gym has now changed to be more driven....reet took the fun out of everything and left me ratty with a sore back lol Ive been told the formadex has SERM complex and would be more than sufficient for a H-Drol cycle from a few retailers (hence the purchase).... Thanks for the answers....thanks feck I didnt do this over summer jjjjjjeeeeeeeeeezzzz


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What is it? Not your average dance festival
Fleet Moves is a brand new dance festival produced by the The Movement Party in collaboration with Wellfleet Preservation Hall, and Farm Project Space.
During the week of the festival we (a collaborative group of 20 artists, teachers, and volunteers) will set the town in motion with all-day programming that includes daily classes, indoor and outdoor performances, a visual art exhibition, film screenings, and a closing night dance party.
Dedicated to the exploration and celebration of all types of movement, Fleet Moves will feature the work of emerging and seasoned choreographers, and will blend a traditional approach to dance with local movement inspirations.
tidal dances | surfing dances | erosion dances | plover dances | swap shop dances | skating dances | harbor dances | prez hall dances | farm dances | pond dances | parking lot dances | oyster dances | wellfleet dances
See fleetmoves.org for the full schedule.
Ripple Dance (image by Aaron Bianco)
Where? All over Wellfleet
Click here to check out possible performance locations. Better yet, if you have an idea of where you would like to see a dance happen in Wellfleet, let us know in the comment section.
Wellfleet Skate Park
Wellfleet Preservation Hall
Who? Fleet Moves artists...and YOU
We have assembled a fantastic team of dance makers, teachers, lighting designers, musicians, artists, and organizers.
This is just a sample of what's to come. Click here for our current roster of participating artists.
Why? We can't do this on our own...
Your donations will cover:
- Room and board for participating artists in Wellfleet
- DJ equipment rental and fees for closing night party
- Printing costs (posters, programs, maps)
- Shipping and handling for visual art
- Insurance
And if we exceed our goal?
We are committed to the hard work and elbow-grease it takes to pull off a festival. Many of our participants are already volunteering their time, and we are a DIY, non-profit venture, but if we pass our goal, we will be able to expand our programming, build a foundation for next year's festival, and most importantly, give back to organizations like Wellfleet Preservation Hall that sustain the town's cultural programming.
White Crest Parking Lot
Image: Aaron Binaco
About Kickstarter:
Kickstarter is a platform for funding creative projects. In exchange for your support, we can offer a variety of rewards in addition to our everlasting gratitude. As ever, funding is all-or-nothing, so we must reach or pass our goal in order to move forward! If we don't make our goal, nobody will be charged, so rest assured that your money will only be spent on making Fleet Moves the best it can be. We think this is an exciting way to leverage the excitement and support of a community towards this goal. We hope you do too.
Where to find us:
Website: http://fleetmoves.org
Facebook: www.facebook.com/fleetmoves
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/FleetMoves
Video Credits:Images and video of The Movement Party by Frances Pollitt, Aaron Binaco, Rebecca Schwartz, Dancing Camera, and Zena Bibler
Salt Dogs video footage used with permission by Justin Lynch and Andrew Jacob
Audio Mix and Editing by Chris Tabron
Music by Johnny Hawaii
Questions about this project? Check out the FAQ
Funding period
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Apparently it is tradition when Native Australians (Aborigines) greet each other to ask not where they work and what they do, but "what is your river?" and "what is your wind?". As a Sydney-sider, the latter question is easy to answer – The Southerly Buster. The Southerly, as is it also known, is not unique […]
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I'm nothing but a monster burning in a hell that only exists in my head. There's no hope left until one harmless glance chances logic and binds two eternal enemies together in a twist of fate. Can the escape from this hell be found in an infuriating dimpled grin? Or is this another dark, dirty trick of my own mind? A forbidden passion, heat, and intense anger—this is no fairytale.
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9. It's a Date
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"My first kiss went a little like this." - 30H3.
Chapter Nine
It's a Date
October 20th, 2003.
"Jordaaaaaaaaaaan! I need some fooooooooood!"
My hands balled into fists as Nicole's whiny scream echoed down the hall. As my grip tightened, toothpaste spat all over my hand. I sighed and scrubbed it off, mumbling under my breath about Nicole and her obnoxious demands. Yeah, I was home again. Yeah, I was her little sister again. But no, that didn't mean she could boss me around all the time.
"No! You have arms for a reason. Use them!" I huffed and looked in the mirror at my ruffled, straight-out-of-bed appearance before adding under my breath, "For once."
Shortly after the words had left my mouth, Nicole appeared at the bathroom door. She was completely Barbie-dolled: Nicole's icy blue eyes were outlined with makeup, her lashes were curled, and her hair was waved and slightly uneven, although it still shone when it caught the light of the bathroom. Her outfit looked as if she had spent hours playing dress-up to put it together; everything went together perfectly.
Almost too perfectly. I shook my head, hoping that when I turned another year older, I wouldn't become all girly like her. While assessing her picky appearance, I missed the glare in her eyes.
"What's the occasion?" I asked harmlessly, allowing a small bit of sarcasm to enter my tone.
Nicole lifted a small book. It was a notebook with my name scrawled across the front. "Just thought I might get rid of this." She flipped the page open and her eyes scanned the words. "It's like a diary, and there's nothing interesting in it. B-o-r-i-n-g."
"Hey! GIVE IT BACK!" My fingers released the tube of toothpaste when I hurled myself at her. I swiped my hand at the book that was trapped in her grip.
Nicole's lips formed a smirk. She snapped the book shut before she turned and dashed down the hall. "Will you make me my breakfast now?" she called while rounding the corner.
I sprinted after her, hopping over random household items that were strewn across the floor. "No! Get it yourself!"
"Then I guess you don't really want it that much!" She looked over her shoulder and winked before she blew a kiss at me and darted into the kitchen.
I groaned and gritted my teeth together. My pace slowed down to a walk. For this one, I was going to get her back good. It seemed as if she had been picking on me since the hour I had returned. Why? I wasn't sure. I had grown taller than her, despite the one-year age difference between us. Our skin tone had stayed the same. The only real differences were in our eyes and hair: my eyes were dark blue, where as Nicole's were an icy color. My hair was effortlessly straight, while her hair took on more waves. I was starting to think she was jealous.
Jealous or not, I would still get her back for this.
I was too deep in thought to realize Sam had stepped out of the kitchen to block my way. He stood between Nicole and me with his arms folded tightly to his chest. My breath was pushed out of me in an awkward "oof" when I slammed into his chest.
Sam's sure hand reached out slowly to steady me. "You all right?"
"Yeah. . ." I allowed my voice to trail off. I frowned and looked up at him, blinking in an innocent manner. "Daddy, I really didn't mean to make Nicole mad like that, promise."
"It's okay, honey," Sam reassured me in a soothing tone. He lifted his hands and placed the diary firmly in my palms. He shot a warning look in Nicole's direction before his attention focused on me once more. "Let's get you some breakfast. You seem a little shaky."
My shoulders relaxed when I felt the spiral book in my hands. I fought back a smile until Sam's back was turned and he had disappeared in the kitchen. I made sure to flash a smug smile at Nicole. She replied with a huff and stomped upstairs, most likely to do her hair for the fifth time today.
Content, I spun on my heel and slipped into the kitchen. Sam was standing near the counter, his eyes focused. His lips moved while he spoke softly to himself. He was pouring cereal into a bowl, and one of his hands wrapped around a half-gallon of milk. I couldn't help but stare at the muscles of his arms and the black tattoo on his shoulder.
The tattoo was something I had noticed earlier in the week. I was used to Sam being tall and muscled, but I had to admit that when I first noticed the bold black tattoo, I had stared a little. The tattoo wasn't intimidating, but its shape—multiple slimmed faces of what seemed to be dogs, all in black ink—was unsettling. I tried my best not to stare now as he worked. My eyes strained to observe the focus in his expression instead.
"Aren't you little Miss Mysterious today," Sam mused, so softly it seemed like he was still talking to himself.
I raised an eyebrow and propped my elbows on the table before I leaned my chin on my palms. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Sam smiled to himself. His dark eyes darted to me before they settled back down onto the cereal while he dropped in bits of blueberries. "You've been dead silent all week, but now you seem pretty . . . alert. Nicole woke you up, did she?"
"No." I shook my head, knowing full well that Sam was probing me. He might not have been straight-out rude about trying to get answers out of me, but his curiosity wasn't hidden. I was going out with Eli tonight and part of his sixth "daddy" sense had picked up on that. I didn't want Sam to find out and freak, but I couldn't hide it forever. While he was trying to pry something out of me seemed like a good time to bring up the subject.
I let out a sharp breath and spoke casually. "Daddy, I'm going out tonight."
Sam cocked an eyebrow and kept his eyes down on the cereal. "Paul is finally coming out of his shell?"
"No, Daddy. I mean with a boy from school."
Sam was silent. His body froze, other than his hand. His fingers jerked open and the spoon in his hand clattered to the ground. He whipped around, his hands braced on the counter. His chocolate brown eyes were as big as saucers. "You mean . . . a date?"
My lips curled upward slightly in response while my fingers drummed against the top of the counter. "Do you count biking as a date?"
"Are you gonna be alone?" Sam asked, ignoring my question.
I nodded once. "Yeah."
"Then it is a date!" Sam groaned and slapped his hands on his head. He tugged at his short hair. "Why?!"
I dropped my arms to the table, my eyebrows scrunching in confusion. Someone normal probably would be sprinting for the door in response to the boom of his voice and heat that seemed to seep out of him. I watched him steadily without even flinching when he faced me. His jaw was set and his irises were smoldering black fire.
"Why not?" I asked smoothly, hoping to calm him down. "Nothing really horrible, is it?"
Sam's nostrils flared when he let out a breath. The steam gradually faded from his expression. For a few long moments, there was only silence between us. After what seemed like hours in a lockdown of tense stares, Sam cleared his throat. His tone softened. "Just . . . be safe, okay, honey?"
I raised a questioning eyebrow. "Sam, I'm only thirteen."
"Not yet."
"Close enough, but still."
"Too soon?"
I allowed some form of a smile to rise on my lips. "Just a little."
Sam was silent for a moment. He let the awkward silence hang between us for a moment longer, his eyes cast out the window as if he was distracted. I continued to watch him, trying not to laugh.
Eventually, Sam cleared his throat. "Well . . . let's get you girls to school, okay?" He paused, sucking in a deep breath and relaxing his quivering hands. "And if you aren't home by seven, I'll be out with my shotgun, fully loaded. That boy better be fast."
I grinned at Sam's threat, feeling any trace of the tension melt away. "Okay!"
With that, I hurried toward the door, my stomach filled with butterflies while my breakfast lay forgotten on the counter.
That afternoon couldn't have come faster. I caught Eli's glances, followed by warm smiles, in the hallways, smiling slightly at the winks and "accidental" run-ins that had made my week fly by. Other than the 'are you stupid' looks Jacob and Nicole kept giving me, everything was going great. I didn't need their approval to be happy. I had liked Eli for a while, and now he seemed to be returning the feeling. What was so bad about that?
The thought was always pushed away, no matter how frequently it had popped into my mind. My only concern was keeping myself calm. My stomach was still knotted, as it had been all week while the day of our date crawled closer and closer. It took forever for that final five minutes of my last class to pass. I tapped my pencil and chewed on my lip until I thought I might explode with anticipation. Then, finally, the bell rang and I shot out of room before anybody else had even stood up.
I fumbled through my locker, humming softly to myself. Humming had grown to be a habit, one that distracted my mind but kept it moving at the same time. I hummed and muttered softly while I searched for my homework. I couldn't find it. But then again, it was just a weekend. I wouldn't even remember to do it, anyway. After giving up, I lifted my gaze and pushed the door shut with a clang.
And there he stood.
Eli was leaning against the pale locker, looking both casual and cute at the same time. His bangs flopped over his forehead, glimmering with droplets of rain. He showed his white teeth in a grin when I looked like I had acknowledged him.
"Hey, hot stuff," he greeted, giving me a playful wink.
I laughed and shook my head him, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "How's it going?"
Eyes bright with amusement, Eli slung an arm over my shoulder and guided me toward the exit almost impatiently. "Great, now that you're goin' home with me."
Heat rose in my face as I wrapped an arm around him. Our touching bodies attracted the stares of our classmates. When I glanced around, I noticed the faces of the other kids in my grade turn blank as if they were simply staring off into space, or trying to act like they weren't staring, before they shuffled over to a friend and starting to whisper.
"Jealousy is awfully contagious, don't ya think?" Eli muttered in my ear. He drew my attention only to him when he talked, just with the smooth way he spoke. No hesitating, no stumbling, just a deep flow of sound; it was almost enchanting.
"Agreed," I murmured back. "Looks like I got some competition, huh?" My gaze darted to a girl who was staring at us while we headed for the door. Her hair was as dull black and dead as the chipping lockers behind her, and her murky brown eyes didn't flinch when I met her stare. She kept looking at me with wide eyes, her two front teeth poking out over her bottom lip.
"Chipmunk?" Eli continued to walk but angled his head the give a quick glance at the creepy girl behind us. I didn't catch the light of anger in his eyes, but it was there. A moment later, he chuckled. "Nah, I think I'm good with what I got." His grip tightened slightly, pulling me closer to his side when the pressure of all the stares lifted. I couldn't help but smile.
We stepped quickly up the steps together in rhythm. I reached forward to shove open the wide doors, raising an eyebrow and trying to keep my lips from forming a smile. The twitching movement they made must have given that away, though, because Eli laughed. I couldn't help but grin when he did. I slid back a step away from him and fearlessly slipped my fingers into his. He winked at me again and carefully led me down the sidewalk, away from the school.
Rain poured from the sky, partnered with the late October chill. I shivered while Eli and I walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, slick with sheets of rain that rushed down the hill and crashed into our feet. The wind screamed in our faces, drowning out the drone of engines on the road. It was the typical gorgeous weather of the reservation.
I shivered violently and pulled my sweatshirt tighter around me. I was regretting not wearing a coat, but if we were just going to go out and get all muddy, what was the point in wearing it? My fingers curled into my sweatshirt to fight off the cold while I struggled to come up with a good reason.
Eli caught on quickly. He frowned and his mouth moved. The words were lost in the currents of wind, though, and I tilted my head, mouthing for him to repeat himself. He shook his head and lifted a free hand, pushing his hood back and taking a fluffy hat from his head. With a smile, he dropped it on my freezing hand and slipped his hood back up, hiding his face away.
Another smile spread across my face in response to his offer. My skin felt tight with the cold and ached with my smile, but I couldn't stop myself. For a second, I dropped his hand to slip the puffy hat over my ears and on top of my head. The hat instantly blocked out the persistent cold.
"Thanks," I murmured to Eli. I reached up and drew the strings from his sweatshirt out, watching it shrink around his face. With a laugh, I tied the strings in a bow and found his hand again. I could almost picture his smile when he moved closer to me and guided me down the path toward his home.
After that, we continued deeper into the Quileute reservation, lost in hushed murmurs and the warmth passing between us, until we reached his house and started to pad along the slippery driveway. The strength in his grip and my careful footsteps were the only things that kept me from falling.
Eli's house was just like most of those on the reservation, if not a little fancier. A wall of tightly packed wood, a black, rough rooftop, and finished off with tinted glass windows. Well, I thought they were tinted. But when I leaned close, I thought I could see a tiny blotch of color.
Suddenly, the window was thrown open and a two hands shot out.
I planted my feet against the slick ground. Eli rolled his eyes and slid his hands to rest on my arms, relaxed as if this were just everyday business. I caught movement in the corner of my eye, blurred into the background. Turning my head, I watched as a head popped out of the window. "Hey, guys!"
I continued to stare, starting to grow suspicious, when a boy, probably around ten, rolled headfirst out the window. The kid stood, mud staining the knees of his jeans and edges of his t-shirt. He mumbled and brushed his hands on his jeans, and he jogged up to Eli and me, grinning the whole way.
"What, suddenly shy?" The kid stared at Eli when he spoke, but his eyes darted to me as if he expected an instant introduction. I didn't comment or move, but watched Eli's set jaw move while he spoke.
"You were supposed to have gone home yesterday, Seth," he muttered in something that sounded close to a growl. "Why are you still here?"
I watched the boy's response, expecting him to cower back and run into the house. He simply kept grinning anyway, answering in the same cheerful tone with no show of fear. "To see your girly-friend! Duh!" The boy, whom Eli had called Seth, set two warm brown eyes on me. "Hi!"
The mood radiating off him was completely impossible to avoid. I returned his smile, hoping I wasn't upsetting Eli by doing so. "Hey there." My eyes darted to Eli, evaluating the hard expression on his face.
Eli sighed. "This is my cousin, Seth. You know, Seth Clearwater? He's family to Harry, Sue, and Leah. Pretty sure your dad knows them." He reached back to rub the back of his neck. "Uh . . . yeah. Seth, Jordan. Jordan, Seth."
"Jordan!" Seth grabbed my hand and shook it briefly. I rolled my shoulder and rubbed my arm, hoping that he hadn't popped it out of place. "It's so awesome that I get to meet you! I haven't heard much, but you sound so cool!"
I smiled slightly, my gaze set on Seth's bright expression. "Yeah, I guess I could be. Thanks."
"So, is it true that you really ran away?"
"Yeah, I did leave. But I didn't really run away, I was just looking for—"
"A gang?" Seth's eyes widened.
"No, I wasn't looking for a gang. I was looking for my h—"
"So it's not true that you fought with the gangs? I've heard that they're rebelling all around! Oh, it's horrible! The gangs and stuff are piling up and starting to go back against the Elders! But the officials seem to have it under control. I mean, it can't—"
I was relieved that Eli cut Seth's rambling off with a huff of annoyance. "How 'bout we go biking now? Before we drown?"
"Yeah!" Seth's enthusiastic cheer blocked out my reply.
Eli caught my amused smile, but he still didn't seem to be as enthusiastic. He ground his teeth together and shook his head at Seth. "No, Seth. You can't come."
Seth stared at Eli as if he had just ruined his life. "What? Why not?"
Eli's jaw worked. He spoke in a clipped, sharp tone. "Because I said so and I am in charge. Go inside, Seth."
Seth's shoulders slumped. He glanced at me for a moment and flashed a smile, but the enthusiasm was drained from his expression. He sulked back inside, leaving Eli and me alone.
Eli didn't say anything else. He only led me out to the bikes, the stormy expression on his face not relaxing until much later.
After three rollouts into the mud, four crashes, and five long races, night fell down upon us, and Eli offered to walk me home. I accepted his offer, of course. So, we had slowly made our way down the abandoned dirt road, covered head to toe with mud. Sam's house wasn't far away—it was just a twenty-minute walk, with shortcuts. Eli and I climbed up the porch, following the soft glow of a light by the door.
He stopped at the top of the doorstep, running a hand through his hair and turning to look at me. "Well…I, uh, should get going. You know, just because Sam probably wants to shoot me by now."
"How'd you know he was gonna do that?" I faked a disappointed pout. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
Eli stared at me, bewildered. "You're . . . you're kidding, right?"
I laughed once and shook my head. "Of course I'm kidding. Yeah, you probably should though, just in case. Thanks for inviting me, Eli, it was awesome."
"Yeah, I don't know how many girls would willingly get that muddy in front of a guy." His eyes darted down to my mud-splattered arms and a smirk played on his lips.
"Guess I'm special, then?"
Eli sighed lightly, his gaze suddenly intense. "Jordan Uley, you are very special."
I was just about to reply to him when I noticed something—Eli's face was angled slightly, leaning toward mine. I stared at him, only noticing his dark eyes while they had closed. My heart pounded as I wasted a split second trying to think about what was happening. What if Nicole was watching? Or Sam? What if they saw? Would they be mad? Or would they be happy? What if . . . what if. . .
Screw it, I thought to myself. The next thing I knew, my eyes fell shut and I was leaning up slightly until I felt his lips touch mine. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make heat rise to my face. My stomach did a little flip. Eli let out a relieved sigh and pulled his face away, bringing me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling a slight buzz that had suddenly spread through my body.
"Call me tomorrow, will you?" he murmured hurriedly when the front door started to creak open.
"No problem." I smiled at him.
Eli nodded his head and waved his hand. "I'll be expecting it." He turned and hopped off the porch, yanking his hood up before he jogged into the shadows.
After he was gone and my thoughts had slowed, I slipped inside the house. Sam was leaning in the doorway expectantly, his arms folded over his chest while he stared at me with a guilt-trip worthy expression. We both just stood there, staring at each other, until Sam's eyes traveled up to my head. I reached up absentmindedly, feeling the fuzzy hat still tucked over my ears. For a second, I almost considered running back to Eli, letting him know he had forgotten his hat, but I couldn't find the words. Or remember how to move.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, Sam had cleared his throat and spoke. "So, you had a good time?" The question seemed to have tons of emotions locked behind it, but I wasn't going to make this complicated.
"Yeah I had a great time," I answered simply.
Sam's throat moved when he gulped. His eyes looked almost watery. He nodded and smiled at me, but his attempt at a smile looked horribly faked. "Good for you, honey. I'm . . . happy for you. You probably should go upstairs and shower before you head off t-to b—"
I raised my hands when he started to stutter, cutting Sam off. "Sam. What's wrong?"
He paused, staring at me. I arched an eyebrow. Obviously, Sam was bothered by something, whether he told me or not. He could use a couple acting classes.
"Nothing, I promise. Just go on to bed and I'll . . . talk to you in the morning." He angled his back toward me, heading into the kitchen, and raked his shaking fingers through his black hair. Clearly, he wasn't going to tell me what was wrong. I took the hint.
Protective. Sam was being protective in an overemotional way. There was nothing much to do about a person who struggled with their emotions, especially when that person was your dad. I frowned, holding back my concern. I shrugged and once again was filled with the same post-kiss ecstasy. The memory brought a spark of giddiness into me. I almost skipped up the stairs when the bubbly feeling inside me took over.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling the covers over my green apple scented, mud-free body. I was facing the window while images of the day rolled through my mind.
At one point, I gently touched my lips, trying to keep the smile off my face. There was no real reason not to. But, instead of spending the night away thinking about him—which I probably would have—I lay my head on his hat and tumbled into dreamless sleep.
- Cold
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- Bad Feelings
- Games Gone Wrong
- Runaway
- Dead Ends and Dead Roses
- Eli
- Gathered Pride
- It's a Date
- Reality Check
- Move Along
- Tick, Tock
- Talk to Me
- The Famous Jordan Uley
- Monster
- Explode
- Tempers and Tails
- The Big Bad Wolf
- Trapped
- Fade
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- First Impressions
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- We Might Fall
- The Tribal Tales
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- Crash and Burn
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- In The Eye
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As many of my regular readers know by now, I have been on a road trip for the past little while. I thought it would be a good idea to get it on the map and see how it looks like. it's one thing to say I've driven here and there, it's a whole other thing to see on it map ... pretty impressed by myself LOL!
My stopovers in the last 30 days...
A total of 23 cities in just 30 days! I love this sense of adventure. It's what keeps me sane, it's what pumps my creative juices, it's what keeps me going...
Highlights Of The Last 23 City Stops!
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A locally owned temporary employment agency, McLellan Temporaries has been serving Corvallis, Albany, Philomath and Lebanon in Oregon since 1988. Our staff has more than 50 years of combined experience finding solutions for business owners and skilled workers in the Pacific Northwest.082360ATTR:LEGALTEMP TO HIRETEMPORARY STAFFING
Mclellan Temporaries is located at the address 311 Sw 2nd st Ste 6 in Corvallis, Oregon 97333. They can be contacted via phone at (541) 754-9616 for pricing, hours and directions.
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McLellan Temporaries Inc can be found at Sw 2nd St 311. The following is offered: Temporary Employment Agencies. The entry is present with us since Sep 9, 2010 and was last updated on Nov 14, 2013. In Corvallis there are 1 other Temporary Employment Agencies. An overview can be found here.


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The Importance of Good Credit
In our society having good credit has almost become a necessity. It may not seem logical to you, but a good credit score can reduce what you pay for car insurance. It can even make the difference whether you can get a job or rent an apartment. It is used to determine how much you pay in interest on house or car loans. The logic is that if you have good credit, you are probably also a responsible person in other ways. That is why your credit rating matters in contexts you would have never thought of.
How to Establish Credit
So how do you get a good credit rating? Well, the reverse is also true. If you are financially responsible, you will be rewarded with a good credit rating. This article is about how you go about getting that when you are first starting out. Years ago, no credit usually meant good credit. You were assumed innocent until proven guilty. Getting your first loan approved was pretty easy. Those days are basically over. Many are now required to take some kind of action to establish a good credit rating and one way to do that is to get a credit card. How to go about that will be the topic of discussion for another day.
The Danger Zone
Credit cards make it easy to pay for all your everyday purchases. All you have to do is pay one large bill at the end of the month. That is how it goes for most of us anyway. Of course there is a dark side as well. The convenience can lead to big trouble. For some, it is far too easy for that bill at the end of the month to become much bigger than they can comfortably handle. The result could be a vicious and out of control cycle of debt that is difficult to break. How do you know you will not end up like them? How do you know if you are ready for a credit card?
Are you Responsible in General?
The banks have already made an assessment of you based on the general information they have about you. That is why some of us get pre-approved applications in the mail. Before you respond, you would be wise to make a self-assessment that applies to you specifically. Here are some things to look at. Are you a responsible person in other areas of your life? Are you able to get up on time every day? Do you arrive at school or at work on time? Do you complete work or school assignments on time? If you are disciplined with these things, you probably also are in money matters.
This personal character inventory exercise was not to determine whether you can qualify for a card. It is for you to know for yourself whether it is safe for you to get one or not. You want to be successful. You do not want to fail. Most who get a credit card will be just fine, but a few will not. Credit card debt can have serious consequences. Some have even committed suicide because of overwhelming debt. You do not want to be in that category. A credit card should be a rewarding convenience for you, not a burden.
Are you Financially Responsible?
Here are some money related questions you might want to ask to see if you are ready. For example,
1. Do you have bills such as rent or utilities you need to pay every month? How is that going?
2. Have you ever overdrawn your checking account?
3. Do you have an emergency fund? Are you able to deal with a significant surprise expense like a car repair, a medical bill or if you lose your job?
4. Do you have a budget? Do you know what comes in and what goes out on a regular basis? Can you stick to it without deviating from it no matter what?
5. Have you made an impulse purchase recently? Do you always carry a shopping list when you go shopping?
If you have positive answers to these questions, you might be ready to be responsible for a credit card. If not, you might want to think twice before diving in. Remember, a credit card does not add one penny to the money you can spend. On the contrary, if you are not careful, it can quickly become a serious drain on your hard earned cash. Interest rates are high and so are fees. Avoid them at all cost.


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Monday Mimisms: Bananas Win
"Miss Pencil Skirt?
"Yes, Dr. Doom?"
"How many bananas are you eating....?"
"Lots, Dr. D. Lots."
"You can slack off now, Miss Skirt. Your potassium is normal.
"And the cholesterol?"
"LDL is down 126 points. Normal."
"What are you doing, Miss Skirt?"
"Writing a blog post....why do you ask?"
No, said the impatient Doctor, "what are you doing to get these results? Are you taking your meds Miss Skirt?"
"Yes of course....and....."
"And what?"
"I added more exercise, a berry flavored multi-vitamin with extra stuff for Queens, Omega3 Fish Oil, some focused meditation (ooommmm....) and....
"And what?"
"Garlic pills."
"I did not prescribe garlic pills."


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Anka Palitz, Janice Becker, Ann Van Ness and Patricia Kennedy at Sardi's for the CTFD. Photo by John Wegorzewski
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LocationBirch Run, MI
12410 Dixie Highway
Birch Run, MI 48415
New 2019 Keystone RV Cougar Half-Ton Series 22RBS
Keystone Cougar Half-Ton Series travel trailer 22RBS highlights:
- U-Shaped Dinette
- Single Slide
- Rear Bath
- Power Jack
If you are a couple or a family of 4 this Cougar Half-Ton Series travel trailer 22RBS will provide plenty of room for relaxation, fun, and sleeping space for all! From the u-shaped dinette slide out, and the king bed up front, you are sure to find a space to call your own. There are plenty more inside features and options, plus outside the power jack will come in handy when setting up at your favorite spot, and the awning will provide some shade when hanging out with family and friends, plus more!
With any Keystone Cougar Half-Ton Series travel trailer you will be able to camp in any weather with the forced-air heated and enclosed underbelly with enclosed dump valves and astorfoil insulated slide floor. If you need to stay cool or warm, these trailers have you covered. You can even take your bikes and additional totes along with the 225 lb. capacity folding exterior bike/storage rack. Inside you are sure to enjoy the gourmet stainless steel under mount sink with the upgraded chef's faucet with sprayer when cleaning your fruits and vegetables or washing the dishes. The master bedroom offers a king bed in each model for more sleeping space for the owners. There are many more features you will want on your next travel trailer, come get your favorite Cougar Half-Ton Series model today.
Like most: I ask that you give Jill all the credit in the world for presenting your products in a low key, no pressure, fun and informative matter. She is the difference in your business department. Rusty is a huge asset to General RV and is worth whatever you pay him and more!! It is because of people like Rusty and Jill that will make your company successful. - Nick from Saginaw, MI
Stock# 185122
|26 ft 8 in
|Ext Width
|8 ft
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|11 ft 4 in
|Hitch Weight
|630 lbs
|Dry Weight
|5540 lbs
|Fresh Water Capacity
|60 gals
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|30 gals
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|35000 btu
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|8 cu ft
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At Keystone we do things differently, and have since we first opened our doors in 1996. This different way means focusing on you, our customer, and building RVs that are much more than great floor plans and prices. It starts with innovative products that are built tough, and doesn't stop there. It's our commitment to provide a better ownership experience. We understand that when you put your hard earned money down, you expect your RV to deliver as promised. That's why "Building Adventures for the Long Haul" is more than just a slogan here at Keystone; it is our number one mission each and every day. It's the reason today we are honored to say we have nearly one million Keystone owners out on the open road who we consider family.
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Re: The Winds of Change [Unbonded RP, all are welcome]
"Why do you have a hand in everything they do? Can they not make decisions for themselves?" It wasn't obvious whether she meant to sound condescending, or whether it was honestly confusing her. It would be easy to see where someone who had lived on their own would be bewildered by the prospect of having a parental figure, someone always looming nearby watching and assessing their every move.
She tried not to scoff at that which she didn't yet understand. It was part of why she was here. A sound from out beside her told her that another pair were approaching, and surely enough two figures came into view. Shocked was the mare to find that the bonded seemed to know each other. Small world, perhaps. Instantly she felt a little on edge, not that she had any idea why they would feel the need to gang up on her, they couldn't force her to bond one of them. Not if she had anything at all to say about it.
When her eyes fell on the silver mare she stiffened, she'd seen her somewhere before... This one had been wandering the fields, not too long ago. Sage had never approached her of course, and so kept quiet to avoid making an awkward situation. Turning her attention back to the Serian who suggested the game, she smiled very mildly and inclined her head at Silverflash.
"Teach me, and teach her too." She would feel better learning if she were not the only one who didn't understand it. Assuming, that is, that the silver mare hadn't been introduced to it already. "It shouldn't be a long walk until we come upon a river."


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The former presidential candidate for the Republican party said that setting a time table for leaving the country would make it more difficult to defeat the Taliban.
He said Obama should confirm that any withdrawal would be "condition-based".
He told BBC's Newsnight: "You don't win wars when you tell the enemy when you are leaving."
The 73 year-old senator described it as "as clear to everyone that we won't succeed sufficiently in this counter insurgency" if Obama's proposed time frame is followed.
McCain insisted that "no military person" had advised the president to set such an early date to withdraw.
"That [decision] was based on the political environment here," he said.
Rather than setting a specific point to quit Afghanistan he said the President "has to say that withdrawal is condition-based".
However, he said that David Cameron's goal of withdrawing troops in five years time was a "different thing".
"I don't agree with that either but it's not a year," he said.
Responding to the killing of three British soldiers by a rogue Afghan soldier McCain described working with the Afghans as "an integral part of counter insurgency strategy".
Speaking from Washington McCain had only recently returned from a visit to Afghanistan. He has supported the wars in both Afghanistan and Iraq. A war veteran, he served in the US Navy in the Vietnam War and spent six years as a prisoner of war after his plane was shot down over Hanoi.


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Giselle Procaccianti is the Commercial and Industrial (C&I) Energy Efficiency Program Manager at Northeast Energy Efficiency Partnerships (NEEP). She focuses on the development, implementation and tracking of regional strategies to accelerate the adoption of energy efficiency in the C&I sector.
Giselle is an accomplished professional with over 10 years of experience in energy management, stakeholder engagement, strategy planning, research and analysis. Most recently, Giselle served as an energy program manager at Draper, serving commercial and industrial clients across the country with energy solutions including collaborations with utilities, government agencies, energy efficiency advocacy groups, and energy technology companies.
Prior to that, Giselle served as the first Director of Energy, Technology, and Management at the Massachusetts Department of Transportation where she established an impactful energy program for that agency, building on her prior successful work there as an environmental engineer. Giselle holds a Bachelor of Science degree in Environmental Physics and Analytical Chemistry and a Master's degree in Environmental Engineering from the University of the West Indies. She holds certifications in Performance Management (Institute of Performance Management), Energy Management (Association of Energy Engineers) and Data Analysis (Microsoft).
Q: What's your favorite thing about NEEP?
A: Its mission. NEEP has the potential to be the blueprint for a new era of energy management.
Q: Name one thing you can't live without.
A: Art. There is no better way to express myself.
Q: What book is currently on your nightstand?
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One of my absolute passions is educating people in my areas of expertise and as a result of this I started speaking at numerous different conferences since 2011.
I found myself enjoying speaking and being able to share valuable content with hundreds of people at one event and the delegates responded very positively, so much so that I was being invited to speak at more and more conferences.
The conferences were mainly focused around my areas of expertise i.e. Internet Marketing, Small Business Growth and Retail/E-commerce and after speaking at 15 conferences over the past three years I was voted by the delegates as the top speaker at 14 of these conferences.
Below are some of the conferences I have spoken at around Southern Africa, including Botswana and Namibia and mostly South Africa PLUS some of the amazing feedback I received from the delegates.
Past Engagements
Integrated Marketing Communication Conference in Cape Town, South Africa
The Integrated Marketing Communication Conference (IMC Conference) is a two day, content packed event with a central theme focused on using different combinations of communication disciplines.
Retail Indaba Conference in Cape Town, South Africa
Retail Indaba is a conference for retailers, grocers, supermarkets, general traders, wholesalers and suppliers to the retail industry. Apart from learning and staying ahead of the latest retail trends, the event is an important network platform and meeting place for the industry.
Online Retailing Conference in Johannesburg, South Africa
Varying topics such as marketing and CRM in online retail, electronic payment systems, alternative payment options for online transactions, as well as e-commerce law and regulations are covered at the Online Retailing Conference.
IMC Africa Internet Marketing Conference in Gaborone, Botswana
IMC Africa's main objectives includes the sharing of essential skills and insights that top of the range organizations are using to effectively exploit the internet, social media, mobile marketing in order to attract new customers locally and across borders and to nurture lasting relationships with customers.
Reservation Destination Member Summit in Windhoek, Namibia
The Reservation Destination Member Summit was held in Windhoek, Namibia on 11 February 2012.
Hospitality Association of Namibia Congress in Windhoek, Namibia
The Hospitality Association of Namibia Congress, also known as the HAN Congress, was held in Windhoek, Namibia on 24 November 2011.
Delegate Feedback
Awesome, very informative and engaging. Learnt so much in a short space of time. Would love to discuss more as the presentation was very insightful, straight forward and funny.Digital Marketing Coordinator, The Body Shop
It was an absolute pleasure – your talk was inspiring!Country Manager, Bannerman Resources
- Campaign Manager, Old Mutual
Very interesting. Great knowledge & experience. Great energy and the time raced past! Lots of info in 45 mins – needed more time.
- Communications Manager
Very insightful presentation, I'd like to attend your full day workshop in JHB.
Very informative, but sometimes info was run through too quickly. But well presented workshop.Kinetic
- Account Manager, Boomtown
Very insightful. Small changes make a big difference and with big differences come ROI.
Great energy & has a very clear way of explaining concepts.Digital Director
- Web Content & Social Media Manager, University of Free State
Very, very interesting workshop. Loved it. Just too short.
- New Materials Supervisor, Juta & Company
Very informative! Enjoyed this workshop and his explanations were simple and easy to understand, loved his energy and passion for what he was discussing. A real eye-opener.
Good/informative presentation. Main message… test, experiment and do the basics.Digital Brand Manager, Metropolitan
- Business Development Manager, Web-lingo
A very insightful inspiring talk about consumer behaviour online. Highly recommend it.
Eye opening – definitely gave me something to think about. Conversions are part of what we want to achieve and what I learned here gives me ammo to brief my web designer. Thanks.Marketing Manager, Groot Constantia
The people are raving about you!!!!! And I also thoroughly enjoyed your presentation, Robert was right, you are a very good presenter, lively, punchy and captive.CEO, Hospitality Association of Namibia
- Business Development Manager, TCB Group
Excellent speaker, informative, descriptive, visual, enticing & engaging! A wake-up call!!! ...Tell me more… Thank you - this was my WOW moment I have been waiting for from all the workshops so far!
It was truly a pleasure to pay for your travel and we thoroughly enjoyed your presentation at the HAN Conference.Personal Assistant, Bannerman Resources
- Vice-Chairman, Hospitality Association of Namibia
I invited Mr. Lategan to give a presentation at the Hospitality Association of Namibia's Annual Congress in 2011 after seeing him in action at the Internet Marketing Conference held in Windhoek earlier this year. His presentation was hands down the best presentation at the Internet Marketing Conference and he did not disappoint with his presentation at the Hospitality Association of Namibia's Congress either, where he was once again by far the best speaker. He engaged with the audience by providing a perfect balance of interaction, information and humour. He possesses a in depth understanding of group behavior and a very indepth understanding of the subject matter which he conveys in a very convincing manner. It was an absolute pleasure to have him at the Hospitality Association of Namibia's Congress and I hope to be able to welcome him back one day.
Learnt a lot – very interesting session at IMC.Marketing Manager, Pearson
- Digital Publisher, John Brown Media
Great insights and engaging speaker. Left me wanting to hear more.
Great! Could listen & learn from you all day. Very simple & to the point topics on conversion optimisation for sites.Account Manager, BuzzCity
Speaker seems passionate about his subject. I found this interesting & inspiring. His message was very clear! Looking forward to (hopefully) doing a full day workshop. I am converted!!Brand Manager, Vital Health Foods
Good stuff thanks. Will pass onto my colleague who deals with conversions.Marketing Manager, Old Mutual


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This... Brings tears to my eyes. Everything is as it should be! <83
Missing Information aims to recreate Valve's original Half-Life 2 storyline found in Raising the Bar.
This... Brings tears to my eyes. Everything is as it should be! <83
Thanks hun
I absolutely agree, this is one of the most magnificent beta recreated levels I've ever laid eyes upon. It's incredibly stunning and atmospheric. There's so much detail, even more than the retail Half-Life 2.
My pulse is rising, would I find this in the upcoming update?!
This is going to be in Episode 1, which is a ways off,unfortunately. This map is still in the very early stages, most of it is just test stuff.
Will there be a non episodic continuous game released when all the episodes are completed?
Most likely there will be, if we don't decide to have each episode add on to the last.
"Mugofdoom",We don't know each other,but i feel comfortable in calling you a horrible tease.
Is this a remake of the first ever map for Half Life 2? Get Your Free TVs?
No, it's a remake of the entrance to the construction yard from the WC-Mappack. All made from scratch by the way.
Oh ok, it's great by the way. It reminded me of Get Your Free TVs!
It would be nice if they would introduce it in the storyline :D
It was a mere test map for a very, VERY early version of Source.
That was practically the beginning of developing HL2.
crosshair 0 in console next time pls >.<
Anyway good mapping
Out of curosity is the mod gonna have both models of citizens, gas masked with aprons and the alpha very which is the ones with green/blue clothing and the symbols on their backs that are red that dont have gas masks.
Every pic here amazes me!
WHY IS EVERYTHING DARK 24/7 u know all the new pics show everything being dark. its kinda stupid cuz it takes place across 4 days so it cant always be dark. but i cant deny it looks buitful :)
You've never heard of ridiculous pollution + Air Exchange? The Combine are modifying the atmosphere so that they can breathe in it. It's day if you look closely.
I personaly think this looks more like an css map or some other cole combat mod. But that is just me. I still think it look really cool and welldone :)
абсолютно не ощущается атмосфера старого сюжета , на мой взгляд слишком много объектов взято из релиза - надеюсь эту карту переделют...
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City 17 Construction Yard map by Mugofdoom.
Very early WIP.


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North Avenue beach location:
Kayak Chicago is located at the south end of North Avenue beach in front of the volleyball nets just south of Castaways.
Opening day May 25th – Open 7 days/week
At this location: Kayak rentals & Kayak tours
GPS coordinates: 41.913133, -87.623109
Getting here: If you are signed up for a tour or class, arrive at least 15 minutes prior to the event. Plan ahead for traffic as this is a very busy beach and parking is limited.
There is a pay lot with limited parking, arrive early to secure a spot. We recommend riding your bike as the easiest option.
What to Bring: Bring fluids and snacks if you plan on being out for an extended period of time. A camera is great to bring when you are out on the water, we recommend having it in a waterproof bag. We highly recommend staying hydrated, bring ample water.
Storage: We have storage cubbies at each of our locations, in case you want to leave something behind, or don't want it to get wet. Anything you bring on the water has the potential to get wet. We have zip lock baggies available, but keep in mind, they are water resistant, not waterproof.


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Kristine Gaswint was added to the Bucknell swimming and diving coaching staff in the summer of 2012 after spending the previous two years as an assistant at the University of Mount Union. A member of the 2012 Ohio Athletic Conference Women's Coaching Staff of the Year, Gaswint saw Raiders capture 10 individual conference titles and set five conference records during her tenure. Additionally, one swimmer was a national qualifier. Outside of the pool, the women's team ranked in the top 15 nationally in grade-point average.
Gaswint graduated from the College of Wooster in 2010 with a degree in mathematics and a minor in education. She was a four-year member of the swimming and diving team and was selected to the conference's All-Academic Team. She also served as team captain as a senior.
In recent years, Gaswint has served as a counselor at the Texas A&M Aggie Swim Camp and spent time as a counselor and director at a Teen Leadership Camp at Fairmont State University.
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