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MIT's Global Studies and Languages Section is launching the T.T. and W.F. Chao Distinguished Buddhist Lecture Series, April 2018. The purpose of this Lectureship is to provide a valuable opportunity for the MIT community to engage with the rich history of Buddhist thought and ethical action in the world as a means of advancing critical dialogues and our shared commitment to MIT's mission "to develop in each member of the MIT community the ability and passion to work wisely, creatively, and effectively for the betterment of humankind." On Thursday, April 19, 2018, the Venerable Bhikkhu Bodhi will deliver the inaugural lecture of the series, with a talk titled, "Forging a New Moral Vision in an Age of Crisis."
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I was in love with a ghost. For the three years that I lived in B.C., I continued to renew my subscription to Toronto Life. The magazine was the beacon of my month, my je ne sais quoi, my cotton candy on a July day. When I left Toronto I immediately sent a subscription to my brother, so he could keep a finger on the pulse of the city in my absence.
The page I turn to first is the City Survivor List which features a celeb and the ten things they can't live without. The lists are eclectic and read like Margaret Atwood characters at times. Seamus O'Regan (The O'Regan Files and Canada AM host) finds solace in Redbreast whiskey at the Dora Keogh and in British newspapers like The Guardian. He gushes over the hot and sour soup at Nota Bene on Queen West, Diana Krall, his Tintin wall art ("I'm a horrible romantic about him: it was inspiring to see a messy-haired blond kid become a journalist and adventurer"). His darling labradoodle, Rhys, lands the top spot on his coveted list while his personal trainer scores a #4. He's a "braniac instead of the guy who used to beat me up in high school."
Carole Pope, depicted by Toronto Life writer Amy Verner as "the post-punk queen of raunch" names her Schwinn faux-mountain bike, her library cards from L.A., New York and Toronto, a vintage Vivienne Westwood raincoat , a Fender Mustang guitar, breakfast at The Senator on Victoria Street and her late mother's art deco ring.
Comedian Scott Thompson of Kids In the Hall fame exposes can't–live-without pre-performance rituals like pissing in the sink backstage with Kevin McDonald before every show and hot turkey sandwiches with peas. He offers glowing words for ketchup, one-piece long johns with a trap door in the back, the Kindle, his cat Uday (named after one of Suddam Hussein's son's) and a turtle lamp. "Fourteen years ago, my younger brother Dean died. During the funeral, the entire procession was stopped by a family of turtles walking across the path. We decided that one of them was my brother, so now the rest of my brothers and I collect turtle stuff."
The City Survivor lists are voyeuristic. It's like picking through someone's garbage, medicine cabinet, junk drawer and fridge shelves. Even when I'm not familiar with the featured 'celeb,' I am still magnetically interested in what makes that individual hum. Ten things you can't live without reveals an encyclopaedic amount about a person.
I love making lists, almost in A Beautiful Mind kind of way. My roommate Kelly laughs at me because I continue to write "RUN" on my daily list. "For crying out loud, Jules, you run every day of your life. Do you really need to write it down as a reminder?"
Probably not. But I'm not going to stop. And as I ran in the spitting snow and bitch-slap cold today I thought about my own City Survivor list. Number one became obvious.
1. My daily run through Cabbagetown. I run the same route six days a week. I know every house, dog, letter carrier, sidewalk crack and stroller along the way. I know the smell of Mr. Jerk fried chicken, the sweet waft of the Indian bakery, the rising dough of PizzaPizza and the muddy Don River. Once I tried running my route in the opposite direction and I felt like I was running on my hands—I was completely turned around. This is the same 5 km course I did when I first moved to Toronto in 2001. As adventurous as I am, I have my routines (none of them gymnastic) and actually love consistency. See number 2.
2. Bagels. When I was in Uganda I endured stale white toast for about a week before I sniffed out a bagel shop in the capital city, Kampala. The New York-style bagels were discovered in an underground parking lot storefront. They were as heavy as Chihuahuas and when my co-workers at the Jane Goodall Institute discovered the joy of 400 calories of carb-intake in one sitting, I had to start hiding my precious cargo! I like the Montreal-style (tough exterior, chewy innards), Seigel's rosemary & sea salt bagels and Stonemill muesli dotted with enough seeds to feed 50 sparrows and 13 pigeons. Unless it's a cinnamon-raisin bagel, the others get the same treatment: almond butter and a thin spread of raspberry or blueberry jam. I have yet to try Kelly's standby bagel preference: Nutella and peanut butter slathered on so thickly that it has to be eaten with a knife and fork. I've also seen her sprinkle M&M's on top while eating handfuls with her free hand (and she remains a stable 112 pounds). I've eaten bagels basically every day for 15 years. If all those bagels were lined up, they would definitely circle Saturn.
3. Bookstores. These are like my smelling salts. I am instantly revived when I step into one. I love Nicholas Hoare for the creaky floors, Glad Day bookshop just because they are gay and still thriving and Eliot's on Yonge. Eliot's usually makes me sneeze and seems like a grand visit to a grandparent's attic with over 60,000 used titles. I love the verbal vacation of a meaty book that transcends, inspires and captivates. I need books, NOW, newspapers, restaurant reviews–even microwave instructions will do in a pinch. Give me something to read!
4. Matinees and the smuggled-in snacks that accompany them. I was a rabid fan of the Carlton Theatre which sadly closed its blood red velvet curtains in December 2009. I'm no theatre snob in a silk ascot, but I liked the tired old seats pock-marked with gum, the sticky floors, the audible whir of the projectors and grainy screen at The Carlton.
5. Body Blitz. Yes, the place where I work is also something that I can't live without. The therapeutic waters create a euphoria and gentle exhaustion that could only be rivalled by 12 hours of sleep. The spa (touted as Canada's first authentic water spa for women) is a one-two punch of ambience and camaraderie. Owner Laura Polley, who also kick-started a financing company for independent films, pulled and perfected the bathhouse concept from her pampering in Italy, Germany, France, Los Angeles and New York.
The 11,000-square-foot spa (a stunning warehouse conversion) boasts a 38-foot sea salt pool, hot green tea pool, cold plunging pool, eucalyptus-infused steam room, infrared sauna and 20 treatment rooms where you can be rubbed and scrubbed within an inch of your waking life. "Relax, Detoxify, Replenish, Live Well," is the Body Blitz mantra that seduces every woman that steps into the spa. The juice bar offers rejuvenating options like the Vitamin D shake loaded with cocoa, nutmeg, soya milk and banana. The antioxidant shake is so purple and purifying you feel like you have eaten nothing but oatmeal, grapefruit and kale for a week. And there's dark chocolate on the menu to boot.
After a weekend shift, I give my body over to the waters and the magic is silently performed without my participation.
6. Bodywork. Perhaps this is the greatest hazard of being a massage therapist for a decade. I can't let a week go by without indulging in some form of near-selfish treatment. Most often I throw myself at Lisa or Ray at the Oriental Health and Beauty Centre in Chinatown. The reflexology session and rose petal soak offers a tangible sense of renewal in less than an hour. Sometimes I take a deep breath and hand myself over to a punishing shiatsu session that often leaves me seeing stars. If Rodney Osinga isn't booked six months in advance, I take my body to him for a session that leaves me purring like a cat. I've tried Anma Do (an Eastern massage that involves being walked all over by a 90-pound masochist), Thai massage (human body origami would be a more appropriate designation) and Rolfing (full-on submission to having your appendages pulled off like a rag doll). I am a sucker for anything that involves lying down and being pulverized.
7. New sips and quirky eats. Once I eat my daily bagel, I am free range after that. I see mystery sticky bun balls for $1.65 and I want one. If there is anything unusual on the menu, I'm game. Deep fried quail, red bean paste and lotus pancakes, hemp beer, sticky toffee cheese, bacon with warm chocolate sauce, grasshoppers, termites, goat testicles, tea-soaked eggs, Moon cakes (with whole hard-boiled eggs and red bean paste), chili chocolate that could cause third degree burns all the way down your esophagus, brownies made out of kidney beans, shrimp chips, fried cactus, guinea pig, cheese that tastes like armpits, goat tripe soup, conch fritters, green apple beer floats, wasabi gelato, grilled tilapia that comes to the table with eyes still intact, absinthe, octopus, deep-fried Thanksgiving turkeys, bacon and cheese stuffed pancakes, garlic chocolate—you get the point. If it's high on the Ick and Ew scale, I want some.
8. Dear Diary…The entertainment value of re-reading my life as a 13-year-old is comedy at its best. I should have been writing scripts for the Young & The Restless with all the turbulent emotions and love affairs that transpired that year. I also have a treasured glimpse of my 8-year-old self (my epic autobiography that mostly chronicles what I ate and wore to school), my thoughts at age 20 written from my jungle hut outpost in Costa Rica, travelogues from Ireland, Amsterdam, the Galapagos Islands and nearly two journals full of Uganda and Kenya. And if I can't have my writing? I want my camera as a reasonable facsimile.
9. Vicarious pets. I don't have any animals under my charge at the moment, due to the fact that I'm still considered a flight risk. But, I love the presence and inconquerable love of dogs. I miss their slobber and fur on my socks, their snoring bodies and leg-twitching dreams and unbridled excitement for walks and pig's ears. Soon.
10. A lot. My time in Africa, especially the Congo, demonstrated my ability and patience to actually live without a lot of things. Mainly: electricity, running water, water in general, hot showers, cold showers, refrigerated meat, safety, French language skills, manicures, bagels, a wardrobe, a reliable internet connection, seatbelts and a schedule.
That's my list. Tell me what's on the top of yours! What can't you live without?
All you need to know about Body Blitz–http://www.bodyblitzspa.com/
Toronto Life magazine–http://www.torontolife.com/
The closing of the Carlton Theatre–http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/article/735541
Seigel's Bagels–http://www.siegelsbagels.com/

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GREENVILLE - Norma JoNell Turner Hardison, 84, of Greenville, died Tuesday, February 14, 2017, at 7:41PM at the Heartford House in Owensboro. JoNell was born September 29, 1932, to Clarence and Grace Turner. She was a 1950 graduate of Drakesboro High School. Her love for teaching music education spanned over 40 years. She received her Bachelor's degree from Murray State and attended Murray, Western and UK to complete her Master's degree. She was a member of the college orchestras where she played violin. Her teaching career begin in the fall of 1954 at Daviess Co. elementary schools - Sorgho, West Louisville, Snyder and Stanly. From Daviess County, she taught at Grand Chain Elementary in Illinois and retired from teaching at Graham School in 1991. She was honored as elementary teacher of the year by KMEA –Kentucky Music Educator Association, in 1986. She was an active member and officer of the Muhlenberg County Education Association and the Retired Teacher Association. Also, she was a driving force of the music association Aeolian and assisted in the Messiah performances for many years. She served as pianist in many churches across Muhlenberg County and was a member of Shavers Chapel Methodist Church in Bremen where she played the organ and piano. A teacher friend described her best saying "She held such high personal standards and lived her life so that her convictions showed every day. She gave her best whether it was teaching, making music, serving as MCEA officer or just being a friend." JoNell was preceded in death by her husband Bland Hardiso;, a brother Carl Turner; and her parents.
She is survived by two brothers John (Deb) Turner of Clarksville, Jim (Kay) Turner of Greenville and many nieces, nephews and their families.
Funeral services will be Saturday, February 18, 2017, at 1:00PM at Tucker Funeral Home in Central City, with Rev. Tom Stovall officiating. Burial in Rose Hill Cemetery. Visitation will be Saturday after 11:00AM at the funeral home. Online condolences may be made at www.tuckerfuneralhomes.com.


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Authorities believe an arsonist purposely chose a total fire ban to light a devastating fire which tore through 42 homes in Ferny Creek, in Melbourne's south-east.
Married couple Graham and Jenni Lindroth were among the victims killed in the January 21 blaze, which was spurred on by strong winds and 35-degree temperatures.
"They told me that they'd found Graham and Jenni's bodies… part of me stopped," Graham's father, Rod Lindroth, told 9NEWS.
"We didn't only lose our son and daughter-in-law, we lost our best friends that day," his mother Lyn Lindroth added.
The bushfires also killed Genevieve Erin, who had sought refuge with the Lindroths under their house.
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Racing cyclist and sports speaker Andy Tennant is part of the British Olympic academy and, alongside his teammates and fellow Olympic speakers Ian Bibby, Dean Downing and Alex Peters. Taking up the sport at a young age he joined the Olympic development squad in 2005. Managed and guided by ex-World Champion and renowned Olympic speaker Roger Hammond Tennant currently rides as part of the Madison-Genesis team and is developing his riding abilities in hopes of taking part in Rio 2016.
In his capacity as an after dinner speaker Andy Tennant has been called upon to appear as a guest Olympic speaker at a number of children's and youth events; his own experience as a junior rider and subsequent Olympic training mark him as both an interesting and inspiring sports speaker and personality whose presence is sure to encourage more young Britons into the sport.
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I love prepping.
I am obsessed with all things planning related. Fun pens. Cool calendars. Cute highlighters.
These things all give me the illusion that I have my life together.
I have learned however, that about 2 weeks into the month of January, my calendar goes silent, I lose the fun pens, and the highlighters are dry. I simply cannot sustain something that loses its appeal to me.
Something I have been able to stick with is what I call "Simple Meal Prep."
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At my core, I love planning and I love helping others plan. I have scoured Pinterest for weeks looking for the best comprehensive meal prepping guides.
What I discovered, profoundly disappointed me.
I have seen many meal preps for the Keto Diet, the Paleo Diet, and the Whole 30. I have seen way too many to go containers stuffed with flavorless grilled chicken and soggy steamed broccoli. No ma'am. Not in this house.
These discoveries have led me to believe that there is a severe lack of real life meals!
Real meals, for real life people, who are just trying to get the food on the damn table to feed their family.
You with me here?
We need information for busy people who want a quick dinner to whip up on a weeknight. If you are new to prepping or really just want a new view, I have listed below the essential truths of real meal prepping.
Find meals you actually like- okay this sounds stupid, but its real. I would immediately surf Pinterest for 'meal prepping' and I would all of the sudden convince myself that I liked kale and quinoa and was going to learn how to cook a rack of lamb.
Ma'am. It is okay- be real with yourself. Find meals you can see yourself making and you can see your whole (or almost whole) family eating! Once I realized that it was okay to find a post with 60 recipes and only take one to actually try, I liked my prepped food so much better. Also cheese. Once I found posts with cheese I was 130% happier.
Ease into it- you know what is overwhelming? Making 35 meals in one day. Sure is. Its terrifying. I am not sure about you, but that makes my organized mind feel a bit uneasy. If you feel like 35 meals is something you can do easily, then by all means honey, you get your Ziploc bags and go! But for me, I like to break it into smaller chunks that I don't get as overwhelmed by. Start with one to two meals that you prep. When you feel more confident, add another. It is as simple as that. Build confidence in yourself and your success will flow from that.
Head over to my recipe section. I have plenty of meal prep ideas that are painfully simple but extremely delicious!
Okay here is the list!
Don't over complicate it- What I mean here is, don't bog your mind down with too much research. We live in a world where information is constantly available and constantly changing! It is way too easy to become overwhelmed by all of the ideas out there and to just give up. Don't do that, prepping is too rewarding to give up, I promise! The biggest way people overcomplicate is by trying to tackle too much at once. Don't pick 25 recipes your first time prepping- you will want to die. Similarly, don't invest in too many expensive supplies. You may hate it, and then what? You have a $200 vacuum sealer you now have no use for. I have a very simple, very cheap list of supplies to get when you are beginning to meal prep. Most items you already will have in your kitchen.
Take a poll! Chat with your family and see what sounds good to them! When I ask my husband what sounds good for dinner this week he usually meets me with a "whatever you make sounds fine." While that is extremely helpful, I usually press a bit more and give him three options and ask which sounds best. People tend to work better with absolutes rather than hypotheticals. Try that next time your kid rolls their eyes and says, "Ugh, Mom, I don't know what I want to eat!"
Make it fun! You will find that making household things fun is a constant for me. I believe that if you find a way to make the mundane tasks fun you will like them a bit more. Simple, right? By this I mean, put on your favorite show, have a glass of wine, reward yourself for being a prepared woman and take a long bath! Whatever you like, incorporate it into the tasks that make you nervous or are new to you.
Personally, I ask for some time to myself and turn on Netflix. When I have those two things- I can cook for like 20 hours and be just fine.
So, what do you think? Are these things that could help you become a more confident prepper? Can you make these work in real life?


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Criminal Justice Act 1967
The Criminal Justice Act 1967 (c 80) is an Act of the Parliament of the United Kingdom.
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|An Act to amend the law relating to the proceedings of criminal courts, including the law relating to evidence, and to the qualification of jurors, in such proceedings and to appeals in criminal cases; to reform existing methods and provide new methods of dealing with offenders; to make further provision for the treatment of offenders, the management of prisons and other institutions and the arrest of offenders unlawfully at large; to make further provision with respect to legal aid and advice in criminal proceedings; to amend the law relating to firearms and ammunition; to alter the penalties which may be imposed for certain offences; and for connected purposes.
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Section 12 - Application of sections 9 to 11 to courts-martialEdit
The Criminal Justice Act 1967 (Application to Courts-Martial) (Evidence) Regulations 1997 (SI 1997/173) were made under this section.
Section 13 - Majority verdicts of juries in criminal proceedingsEdit
This section removed the requirement for unanimous verdicts and permitted majority verdicts for juries in England and Wales.
Section 89 - False written statements tendered in evidenceEdit
The combined effect of section 89(2) of this Act, and of section 17(1) of, and paragraph 14 of Schedule 1 to, the Magistrates' Courts Act 1980, is that an offence under section 89 of this Act is triable either way.[2]
Section 106 - Short title, extent and commencementEdit
The following orders have been made under section 106(5):
- The Criminal Justice Act 1967 (Commencement No. 1) Order 1967 (SI 1967/1234 (C 21)
- The Criminal Justice Act 1967 (Commencement No. 2) Order 1967 (SI 1967/1380) (C 26)
- The Criminal Justice Act 1967 (Commencement No. 3) Order 1968 (SI 1968/325)
- The Criminal Justice Act 1967 (Commencement No. 4) Order 1977 (SI 1977/2139) (C 72)
See alsoEdit
- ^ The citation of this Act by this short title is authorised by section 106(1) of this Act.
- ^ Archbold Criminal Pleading, Evidence and Practice. 1999. Paragraph 28-189 at page 2311.
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- The Criminal Justice Act 1967, as amended from the National Archives.
- The Criminal Justice Act 1967, as originally enacted from the National Archives.
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Greater fool theory is something my friend Dr Elder talks about in his books, seminars and camps. It relates to his short-term trading method. His philosophy of buying value is very similar to mine except he uses only technical analysis, whereas I also use fundamental ratios. So, we are both looking to buy value and sell to the (greater) fools. The difference between what we do is the time frame. Dr Elder may hold a position for hours or days. I hold a position for months or years. I may even buy a stock from him if he was trading one I was interested in, because in his time frame it was above short term value, but in my time frame it was undervalued. The result may be that I hold the stock for a couple of years. Dr Elder may buy and sell it many times in that period. We would hopefully both make money.
So, if a stock is on my list to buy, greater fool theory is not relevant, because over-valued stocks never got to first base in my stock-selection method. For it to drop off my list of buys it would have to move a long way or announce some bad news. Then I would reassess.
Where I think your questions are coming from is should you chase a strong stock? As I have said earlier, the answer all depends on what you are trying to do.
However, for me, I love the ones other people will not buy. Right now we are in the fourth year of a bull market. As stock that is still undervalued and moving up strongly is a prime target for me. I will chase it and buy an initial lot. Then if it keeps racing away, I am on board and laughing. However, most likely there will be a correction, when I buy more and then a new high when I complete the building of my position.
The alternative at this stage in a bull market is that a stock is only now poking its head out of an accumulation pattern. I may buy this one too, but if it is not moving strongly and presents a turnaround story, it is a dog that has been asleep while everything is happening. Yes, you can buy it close to the lows of the chart. Yes, you may do really well with it. But unless it is a special case, dogs that wake up three years late and show little signs of life should be left to go back to sleep.
Conclusion: Buy value. Buy strength. Leave the dogs to the lesser fools.
That is my philosophy and it works for me. But you are not me and may have quite a different approach. There are many ways to make money in the markets. What you need is to find one that fits your temperament, not search for perfection. Perfectionists do not make good investors or traders, but that is an issue for another day.


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Our level 1 canyoning trip can be done in ascent or descent. It takes place in one of Snowdonia's most accessible gorges.
An ascent would more commonly be called a gorge walk or gorge scramble. Gorge walking involves ascending dramatic steep side gorges using a combination of walking, easy climbing, swimming, jumping and sliding. Half way along the gorge you can even shower under one of Snowdonia's most beautiful waterfalls!
If we take a direct line along the gorge we may use a rope to keep people safe on the steeper parts. This gorge can be escaped easily meaning that some of the harder sections can be bypassed if needed.
The level 1 trip can be done "canyoning style" meaning we go down the gorge making more use of the rope and abseiling some of the waterfalls. It is a good introduction to the techniques used in our other canyoning adventures.
Level 1 canyoning is very popular with families but still a great experience for the less "gung ho" adults.
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Wolfsburg, city of Lower Saxony, is famous because it houses the headquarters of Volkswagen. Among the major attractions in town are the Autostadt, the open-air museum of automobile, the Planetarium and Science Center Phaeno. The Phaeno of Wolfsburg is a special museum of science and technology, Experimentierlandschaft für Naturwissenschaft und Technik, in a futuristic space of over 7 000 square meters, with craters, terraces and caves with interactive experimental stations, labs and a science theater.
From a historical and monumental point of view, Wolfsburg has not much to offer, but since 2000, when the Autostadt was opened, a magnificent outdoor car museum, also this city has become a tourist destination. In the museum, besides small sub-museums for every model of Volkswagen, there are a restaurant, a hotel and several attractions for adults and children.
The planetarium of Wolfsburg is another place that attracts many tourists: modern technologies make possible a unique interstellar travel, thanks to the intensive use of fiber optic and video installations.
In the city there are also several museums, in addition to the Autostadt. Inside the castle there is the town museum, Stadtmuseum, which presents the history of the city, as well as a permanent exhibition on the lives of convicts and prisoners in concentration camps. The Hoffmann von Fallersleben museum presents the life and works of the homonymous artist who wrote the words of the German national anthem.
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Wolfsburg is a city that in recent decades has seen a multiplication of the moments of celebration in town. During the feast of gourmet, Gourmetfest, in summer, restaurateurs and chefs gather under the pavilions of Hollerplatz to prepare really special dishes. Also in summer, in the park of Wolfsburg's castle is held GartenRomantik, romance in the garden, with exhibitors from all over Europe that decorate gardens with antique furniture, pottery and of course plants and flowers. In September, also in Wolfsburg the Oktoberfest is held: under tents in Hollerplatz and Hugo-Bork-Platz you drink beer and eat roast beef, listening to traditional music and live performances.
The shopping destinations in Wolfsburg are the historical centre, in the pedestrian precinct and in the City Galerie, an area with hundreds of stores and showrooms. Gifts and souvenirs can also be found in the museums and especially at theAutostadt. Here there are three stores: the Metropol sells objects of luxury and lifestyle, ZeitReise has model cars while Votex Shop specializes in accessories.
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Commentary on the Barmen Declaration: Fifth Article
The fourth article of the Barmen Declaration discusses the proper leadership of the church. This article more than the previous articles is most pertinent in its original context. The church in the West has never been the same since the corruption of the German national church.
The Scriptures
This Scripture is quite simple. Fear in the Biblical sense is not terror. Though terror is not excluded, fear for the covenant people of God is the source of wisdom (Prov 1:7; etc). It is to be a cherished role left only for God. And in this way the Lord is placed above the mere honor of a national ruler.
The Affirmation
The Barmen Declaration was not an attempt to undermine all government control. Despite (and in a sense because of) the fallen world we live in the government has the responsibility to protect its people. I do not look favorably on the phrase "human discernment" for this indicates a fallen basis as the starting point when it seems that "God's commandment and justice" are really the measuring rod of the government's work in the world to protect its people.
The church is given God's word to proclaim that we have "responsibility" in this world. And the church is to be grateful for the appointments of God. But I fail to see the need to slight the primal level of responsibility for the state.
The Negation
The simplicity to this statement is striking. There are two spheres. One for the organization of the Word. And one for the organization of government. It is correct to say that the church should stay out of government. But God's word is what "upholds all things" and proclaims "the responsibility of those who rule and those who are ruled." A separation of church and state is here proclaimed. But there is no call for a separation of religion and government. The Word of God speaks in Lordship over both (See Article 1).
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Many universities sponsor showcases to give inventors the opportunity to present their technologies to potential investors and partners. A growing number also sponsor courses on entrepreneurism to prepare would-be start-up leaders for the real world. Southern Illinois University-Carbondale has taken an approach that combines both strategies. Its most recent innovation showcase was preceded by a 12-week course, many sessions taught by alumni and others who have achieved entrepreneurial success. The structure of the course was based on FastTrac TechVenture, a program developed by the Ewing Marion Kauffman Foundation.
"About two years ago one of our offices of economic development's entrepreneurship committee got funding for entrepreneurial training for low- to moderate-income folks," recalls Kyle Harfst, PhD, MBA, executive director of the Southern Illinois Research Park and director of technology & enterprise development at SIU Carbondale. The new program, dubbed Operation Bootstrap, followed the Kauffman model, and though it was limited by income requirements it "piqued some interest" in the university community.
The Kauffman program, explains Lynn Andersen, MBA, director of business and research in SIU's Office of Economics and Regional Development, is designed specifically for the type of group she and Harfst had in mind — university-based scientists. Kauffman offers training and certification to allow others to offer its training. Individuals who achieve certification are then eligible to purchase the curriculum and facilitate their own program. The cost of the course, she says, ranges from $1,200 to $1,500 per participant. A detailed article on the program appears in the May 2010 issue of Intellectual Property Marketing Advisor. For subscription information, CLICK HERE.
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July 28th, 2018
As Dandy failed to update his journal 15 years ago today, here's another BunnyTune. Fittingly, this one id called "Dandy's Theme" and it was track 4, disc 2, of BunnyTunes 2 and it features the late great Sue Clarke with a bit of assistance from our pet 2-foot (The one with no fur on the top of his head).
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By B. J. Weyer, Watson Realty Corp. REALTORS®
Are you ready for some football? I love football and remember the days of my sons throwing the football in our front yard. September means the Jaguars have started their season, and college rivalries are back - competition every week! The real estate market is also competitive. Only 8 homes are currently for sale in Deercreek, plus 3 under contract, with 13 homes sold and closed over the last three months.
Homes for sale, listed on NEFAR MLS as of 8/7/15, range in price from $329,900 - $524,900. The List Price per Square Foot varies from $132.14 per sq ft to $164.29, with the average at $147.25. The variance in list prices can be attributed to the size of the home, 3 car garages, pool vs. no pool, newer roof or HVAC, updated kitchen and baths, and exterior upgrades such as summer kitchens and pavers.
The 3 homes under contract range in size from 3073 to 4609 sq ft and are priced from $409,000 to $549,000. These homes have been on the market from 39 to 349 days, with an average of 145 days.
Over the three-month period ending 8/7/2015, the average price per sq ft of the 13 homes sold increased to $140.47, up from $128.68. The prices range from $315,000 to $875,000 and the homes were 2050 to 6190 sq ft, and on the market for an average of 78 days, down from 92 days.
Competition is good in the real estate market and we always want active buyers and sellers. As we know, the Deercreek Womens Alliance, Garden Club, Men's Golf Association, Literary Circle and other groups make Deercreek the place to live. So whether your team wins or loses in football, we can all agree Deercreek is a winning community!
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LSU Blogger Calls Saban A FascistsBy
You can tell that LSU and Alabama week has begun because the trash talk has already started.
A blogger by the name of Poseur on the LSU SB Nation blog, basically thinks Saban is a "meanie" and needs to be destroyed by the Tigers.
"The Nick Sabans of the world want to suck all of the joy out of the game. They want to turn it into a repetitive battle of mindless automatons perfectly executing their genius gameplans. They want to suck everything great about the game out of the game, and then they want us to line up and tell them how wonderful they are."
I'm guessing this person didn't have a problem with Saban when he was winning at LSU, but now that he is in Tuscaloosa dominating, he is suddenly a fascist.
Interesting take. You think this will get back to Coach Saban? My guess is yes-which will make Saban work even harder to punish LSU.
To read more and to comment, check out the article on SB Nation.
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He was a member of Esoteric Circle, a quartet with guitarist Terje Rypdal, bassist Arild Anderson and drummer Jon Christensen that played a unique hybrid of jazz-rock, free jazz and progressive-rock on Esoteric Circle (october 1969), particularly the longer Rabalder, SAS 644 and Karin's Mode,
on Afric Pepperbird (september 1970), with the twelve-minute Beast of Kommodo, Blow Away Zone and the catchy Afric Pepperbird,
and on Sart (april 1971), that added pianist Bobo Stenson to the quartet and contained the 14-minute Sart, Song of Space and Irr.
The ambience of these recordings was permeated by the zen-like quality of his long tones and pauses and by the folk-like quality of his melodies.
Garbarek also formed Popofoni, whose Popofoni (1973) documented a live
1970 performance, including a
25-minute Valse Triste and a 21-minute Arnold.
A trio with Anderson and
Finnish percussionist Martii-Juhani "Edward" Vesala
yielded the darker and more strident Triptykon (november 1972).
After a collection of covers, Witchi-Tai-To (november 1973), notable only for a 20-minute version of Don Cherry's Desireless (Cherry's original was only one-minute long), and collaborations with Art Lande and Keith Jarrett,
Garbarek entered a new phase of his career.
Leaving behind both the rock and the free excesses of his classics, Garbarek employed a new quartet with Stenson, Christensen and bassist Palle Danielsson for Dansere (november 1975), a far less experimental and much more baroque work that defined the soothing "ECM sound" (particularly the 16-minute Dansere).
The new format led to the drum-less Dis (december 1976), ostensibly a sax-guitar duo (Garbarek on tenor, soprano and wood flute, Ralph Towner on 12-string and classical guitars), whose Vandrere (with windharp), Skygger (with brass) and Dis (with windharp) basically transposed Brian Eno's ambient music into jazz music, one of the most influential ideas in the history of post-bop jazz.
That idea got a bit out of control on the four lengthy tracks of Places (december 1977), including Reflections, Going Places and Passing, performed by a quartet with Garbarek on tenor, soprano and alto, guitarist Bill Connors, John Taylor on organ and piano, and drummer Jack DeJohnette,
and on Photo With Blue Sky, White Cloud, Wires, Windows and a Red Roof (december 1978), featuring a quintet with Connors, Taylor, bassist Eberhard Weber and Christensen and containing White Cloud, The Picture, Red Roof.
Garbarek then embarked in an idiosyncratic exploration of world-music via
Folk Songs (november 1979) and Magico (june 1979), two collaborations with bassist Charlie Haden and Brazilian guitarist Egberto Gismonti,
Aftenland (december 1979), a (more adventurous) collaboration with Pipe organist Kjell Johnsen,
Eventyr (december 1980), a collaboration with guitarist John Abercrombie and Brazilian percussionist Nana Vasconcelos devoted to Scandinavian melodies, Afro-Latin rhythms and Far-Eastern atmospheres (Soria Maria, Eventyr, Once Upon a Time, East of the Sun).
Garbarek returned to his ethereal brand of "ambient jazz" with Paths Prints (december 1981), featuring Garbarek on tenor and soprano, Bill Frisell on guitar, Weber and Christensen. Footprints represented the state of the art in coloring and breathing life into fragile melodies.
The collaboration with Frisell and Weber continued on Wayfarer (march 1983), that contains Pendulum,
whereas It's OK To Listen To The Gray Voice (december 1984), containing
White Noise of Forgetfulness,
replaced Frisell with the more robust guitar of David Torn and closed the
guitar trilogy.
In the meantime Garbarek had recorded extensively with Keith Jarrett,
Terje Rypdal, Ralph Towner and Ravi Shankar.
He also scored (or, better, sculpted) music for film, tv and theater, mostly
playing all instruments (including synthesizers) by himself.
This solo art surfaced on
six title-less pieces of All Those Born With Wings (august 1986), including a lengthy sax duet in the fifth piece, a flute-synth duet in the first,
a droning third piece and a piano-sax duet in the fourth.
Garbarek adopted the electronic and melodic language of new-age music with
Legend Of The Seven Dreams (july 1988), that featured electronic keyboards (Rainer Bruninghaus), bass (Weber) and percussion (Vasconcelos).
Piano and synthesizer coexisted on I Took Up The Runes (august 1990), highlighted by the five-movement Molde Canticle.
The crisis continued via a series of erratic collaborations:
Star (january 1991), with bassist Miroslav Vitous and drummer Peter Erskine,
Atmos (february 1992), with Miroslav Vitous,
Madar (august 1992), with Anouar Brahem on oud and Ustad Shaukat Hussain's tabla,
Ragas and Sagas (may 1990), with Usted Fateh Ali Khan And Pakistani musicians,
Now become a mainstream musician, Garbarek made the least original and least
focused albums of his career.
The return of the keyboards-based group,
Twelve Moons (september 1992), mixed original, classical and ethnic material.
Officium (september 1993) jumped on the bandwagon of the revival of Gregorian chants, fashionable at the time, a commercial feat repeated on Mnemosyne (april 1998).
The return to his spare ambient-jazz sound, Visible World (june 1995),
was monumental but rather uneventful
(vocalist Mari Boine, electronic keyboardist Rainer Bruninghaus, bassist Eberhard Weber, French drummer Manu Katche, percussionist Trilok Gurtu, percussionist Marilyn Mazur).
The double-CD Rites (march 1998), featuring
electronic keyboardist Bugge Wesseltoft, Bruninghaus and Weber,
focused on cerimonial atmospheres (and
therefore thick percussion layers).
In Praise Of Dreams (june 2003), featuring
viola player Kim Kashkashian and drummer Manu Katche,
further inhibited his smooth, facile, relaxing muzak.
Garbarek on soprano and tenor sax and his Hilliard Ensemble performed
medieval sacred music on
Officium Novum (july 2009), recorded in a monastery.
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Our fourth starred review has us reeling. We can hardly believe how much people are enjoying Rickety Stitch: The Road to Epoli. So kind! Here's the whole review.
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Shelf Talker: Ben Costa and James Parks launch their skeleton bard and his gelatinous buddy on a grand graphic adventure that's just the right mixture of serious and silly.
Publishers Weekly Starred Review
We're so pleased to read this amazing, starred review of Rickety Stitch and the Gelatinous Goo: The Road to Epoli, from Publishers Weekly. So, great to hear critics enjoying our fantasy graphic novel as much as we enjoyed making it! Here's to fantasy comics!
Here's what Publishers Weekly had to say:
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We are stunned and delighted to have learned that Rickety Stitch and the Gelatinous Goo: The Road to Epoli has received a glowing review from Kirkus and was awarded with the Kirkus Star!
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Rare Studio City Office Investment Sold Through Probate
- List Price: $1,300,000
- Sold Price: $1,457,750
- Building Size: 3,592 sf
- Property Type: Office
- Lot Size: 5,615 sf
- Year Built: 1978
- One of two contiguous buildings
- 3,592 square foot building on large lot
- Currently configured with 8 suites
- 100% occupied with all tenants on month-to-month
- Separately metered electric
- Gated 8-stall parking lot
4019 Rhodes Ave, a two-story, 3,592 sq ft, 8-unit office building, was sold as part of a probate sale located in the heart of Studio City.
The subject property was one of two contiguous office buildings (the other is 12411 Ventura Ct), offered for sale either combined or individually. At the time of sale, it had 8 individual office suites and was a great owner-user or investment opportunity. All tenants were on month-to-month basis, which offered the flexibility to bring the rates up to market, or reposition the building for more optimized use.
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Mound Road grant finalized, work to start in '20
Warren — Federal and local officials had good news Monday for Mound Road motorists: The long-awaited reconstruction of the pockmarked Macomb County artery will begin in 2020, now that a $97.8 million federal grant has received final approval.
U.S. Sen. Debbie Stabenow and U.S. Reps. Sander Levin and Paul Mitchell huddled with Macomb County Executive Mark Hackel, Warren Mayor Jim Fouts and Sterling Heights Mayor Michael Taylor to share congratulations and announce that work to rebuild nine miles of the heavily traveled road will begin in 20 months.
The grant from the U.S. Department of Transportation, announced in early June, has passed a 60-day congressional review period, tantamount to unchallenged approval.
"This is big, big news," said Hackel. "It is believed the largest federal grant in Michigan history, possibly the nation, for a non-federal roadway. This is very special.... This is not just a fix up (repairing potholes) but bridges, sidewalks, and more ...
"When it is all completed, a road which has been a national embarrassment will be transformed into one people will come from across the nation to see what has been done right here in Macomb County."
In June, officials announced the Mound Road reconstruction project was in line for the federal grant, pending congressional review that has now been completed, Hackel said.
The next phase involves negotiating contracts, officials said Monday. Construction on the nine-mile, eight-lane connection between Interstate 696 and M-59 is expected to begin in 20 months.
Hackel and others said road repair work has already started with funds from Macomb County and the county's most populated cities, Sterling Heights and Warren. Envisioned in Mound's future are skyway pedestrian bridges over the roadway, a system of high-tech traffic controls and likely, self-driven autonomous auto routes.
It is all a far cry from a crumbling, 30-year-old roadway many motorists try to avoid.
"I don't have to tell anyone here what the current situation is on Mound Road ," said Stabenow. "Driving it today I'm glad to say my tires are still hooked to the car and I don't have to replace the axle. This is partly due to $4.5 million a year being spent by Macomb County just in repairs."
"The good news is this is something everyone benefits from, not just a question of public safety, but it's about business and our defense corridor."
Between I-696 and M-59 on Mound, a number of automotive and defense industry plants employ more than 81,000 workers in manufacturing, automotive, aerospace and defense work, she and others said.
They include major employers such as U.S. Army TACOM; General Motors Powertrain; Chrysler Stamping and Assembly plants; BAE Systems;, Ford Transmission; Ford Sterling Axle Plant; and the GM Tech Center.
"The economic impact of this is $8.7 billion for Macomb County and $13.5 billion for the state of Michigan," Fouts said. "This is a shot in the arm for a high-tech hotspot.
"... As my favorite singer, Frank Sinatra, sings, 'the best is yet to come.' "
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text: (Bloomberg Opinion) -- The election of South Korean Kim Jong Yang as president of Interpol put an end to fears that the global police cooperation organization would fall under the control of Russian President Vladimir Putin. But the controversy surrounding the election lays bare a more important issue: How does one keep international organizations inclusive without leaving them open to abuse?.Last week, The Times of London named Russian police general Alexander Prokopchuk the front-runner in the Interpol election, made necessary by the arrest of previous President Meng Hongwei on corruption charges in his native China. The claim that the Russian was the leading candidate was repeated widely, though without evidence to support it. The vote in the Interpol general assembly, which includes representatives of 194 countries, was heavily weighted in favor of Kim, according to results published on Twitter by Ukrainian Interior Minister Arsen Avakov. Whether or not last-minute Western pressure played a role, almost two-thirds of the delegates present backed the South Korean..I'm glad Prokopchuk lost. In Russia, it's prudent to cross the street when you see a cop. Appointing Prokopchuk, part of a service known for monstrous corruption and torture, as the titular leader of global police would be a mockery of any law-abiding citizen's idea of law and order. Having a Chinese cop in that job was one, too, even before China secretly pulled him home. Both China and Russia — and other authoritarian regimes — have been accused, with good reason, of abusing Interpol "red notices" that open up individuals to the danger of being arrested when they travel. .But here's the dilemma. Like in all major international organizations, iffy regimes — dictatorships and hybrid democracies — make up the majority of Interpol members, and there's no democratic way to curtail their voting power. In a more even contest than the one between Kim and Prokopchuk, one could easily imagine the U.S. and its allies being outvoted, and not just at Interpol. Should the Western nations threaten to pull out every time they're in danger of losing a vote?.Such behavior risks the criticism that the U.S. and its allies are only happy to participate in multilateral organizations as long as they can control them. That's not a good message to send to the world in which alliances are splintering, multiple poles of influence are emerging, and the U.S. itself, under Donald Trump's leadership, is visibly mistrustful of any multilateral cooperation mechanisms. .Western nations, of course, are still the biggest funders of the world's multilateral organizations. Earlier this year, John McArthur and Krista Rasmussen of the Brookings Instititution published a paper looking at the funding of 53 international groups, including 34 under the auspices of the United Nations, and concludes that between 2014 and 2016, half of their funding came from the U.S., the U.K., Japan and Germany..Western nations are also the most experienced in building credible institutions; if international organizations were run like Russia or China (or, perish the thought, Venezuela), they wouldn't work for most of their members, even the non-democratic ones..And yet funding and rule-making experience aren't the only criteria that matter when it comes to managing processes with a lot of diverse, often unruly members. The rules are supposed to give everyone a vote; if it doesn't quite work like that and Western votes are more important, the rules aren't worth much..One way to ensure democracy without offending anyone is to curtail the powers of elected offices. The Interpol presidency, for example, is largely a figurehead job. According to the organization's constitution, the president has no role in the day-to-day running of Interpol — that is, in coordinating the mutual assistance of member states' police forces, directing the staff, administering the budget and running the databases. That's the job of the general secretariat and its head, the general secretary, chosen by Interpol's 13-member executive committee from among top professionals and only then approved by the general assembly..Since 2014, the all-important job has been held by Juergen Stock, former vice president of the German Federal Criminal Police, a top cop and criminologist with a spotless record — and a Westerner, too. Winning the presidency probably would not have given Prokopchuk any more power than he already enjoys as one of Interpol's three vice presidents, though it would have sent a terrible message about respect for the rule of law Interpol is supposed to uphold..Another way to handle the built-in tension among member states with different systems and geopolitical allegiances would be with an unwritten rule that multilateral organizations should be run by people from countries not closely allied with any of the great military and economic powers. Coordination is a skill that requires neutrality. And besides, smaller, more neutral countries appear to have a greater interest in multilateral mechanisms than the geopolitical giants. Per capita funding data for the multilateral organizations look curiously different from the absolute numbers:.By this measure, the U.S. and China aren't in the top 20, but Sweden, Finland, Switzerland, Ireland, Austria and tiny Liechtenstein all are, with the Vatican topping the list. .Of course, leaders from these countries are by no means perfect. Joseph Blatter, the disgraced former chief of global soccer and the epitome of all the head of a multilateral organization shouldn't be — an empire-building authoritarian clinging to power to the last — is Swiss. But generally, someone from a small, neutral nation who rises to global prominence can be expected to have the right combination of humility and impartiality that's necessary to run a global body fairly..The informal rule could be a matter of agreement among the major powers: Instead of pushing their own candidates, as Russia did with Prokopchuk at Interpol, they could choose to pick from a pool of neutral ones. There'd still be clashes, of course, and conflicts of interests, but at least there'd be a workable general approach — that is, if global leaders still want an effective multilateral framework..To contact the editor responsible for this story: Therese Raphael at firstname.lastname@example.com column does not necessarily reflect the opinion of the editorial board or Bloomberg LP and its owners..Leonid Bershidsky is a Bloomberg Opinion columnist covering European politics and business. He was the founding editor of the Russian business daily Vedomosti and founded the opinion website Slon.ru..©2018 Bloomberg L.P.


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Vendor Spotlight: All the Rage Rentals & Decor
As some of you know, I live south of the river in the rather small city of Savage, Minnesota. When it comes to wedding venues and vendors, well, there isn't much out this way to be honest! My husband and I went to pick up a pizza at Carbones one night and I saw a small wedding-themed shop right next door. I HAD to investigate. Who else was in the wedding industry in my hood!? I did a quick Google search and All the Rage Rentals & Decor came up. I sent an email and off it went. I patiently waited for a response and heard back from one of the co-owners, Michelle. Well, come to find out, that location next to Carbones wasn't them -- but hey -- they were located in Savage as well so I definitely wanted to learn more about them and what they had to offer. As for the location next to Carbones... let's just say that is still a mystery!
Anyway, I finally got the chance to meet co-owners, Michelle and Stacy, and I was really inspired by their story and what they've made of their business! I asked them to do a Q&A which is featured on the blog this week! Check it out for yourself...
Tell us about your business.
All the Rage was born from a love and passion for both entertaining and decorating. We specialize in rustic and vintage wedding rentals and theme props for special events. At All the Rage, you can select unique, one-of-a-kind props and furniture from our extensive rental inventory or have us create a fresh and exciting design for your wedding and decorate it for you. You won't see our rental items on local retail store shelves, we pride ourselves in finding rare and cool items that will "wow" your guests. Our tagline is "if you can dream it, we can theme it".
What excites you most about the work you do?
We love to be creative! We love when our brides come to us with a color palate and we can use our creative design skills coupled with the use of our extensive inventory to help create look our customers love. We also enjoy when our clients return our rentals and we watch as their faces light up when they show us photos of our rentals that put the finishing touches on their wedding.
What led you to the wedding industry, specifically?
Weddings can be expensive. We wanted to provide an option for bride to be able to have the wedding of their dreams but not break the bank. We also loved the fact that we are being environmentally friendly by reusing items instead of disposing of so much.
Tell us about your most memorable and fun wedding/event.
The most exciting event we decorated was when we were asked to decorate the pre-concert dinner for the Rolling Stones when they performed at TCF Bank Stadium. With only three days notice, we sprang into action and created a world class, world travel theme for the band and crew. We were so excited we had to buy a Rolling Stones concert tshirt!
Can you tell us about your packages and price point?
We feature an online catalog on our website www.allthragedecor.com. There you will find our rentals, categorized and each item lists the price, dimension, description of the item and a photo. We believe in up front pricing so brides can see exactly what they are getting. Our decorating packages are custom quoted for each individual bride based on her needs.
Tell us one thing we might not otherwise know about you.
We love shopping and decorating! That is what is so fun about this business! We get to go do what we love every day.


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Connections & Crossroads
This exhibition focuses on the theme of 'connections and crossroads' and contains written words, images, videos and sounds to convey what this means to each of the featured artists.
It seems appropriate to launch the website with this exhibition theme as we mark the end of a journey which has connected us all with each other, and now with a larger audience.
Moreover, we reach a crossroads in that our individual paths, ideas and influence converge and can take a number of directions going forward, as is always the case after making a connection.
The track was recorded on the eve of Black History Month and is an improvisational jazz session that took place between three musicians in the basement of a bakery in Peckham, South East London.
Audio extracted from an Martin Luther King speech can be heard over this, a soundbite from a time when he too like so many black Americans were at a crossroads.
Arnold played saxophone in this recording of the session and it was later mixed by engineer, DJ and Drummer on the track Amadeusz.
by Hadiru Mahdi
Hadiru said "this is a photo of a dear friend of mine. It was taken in 2006 in St Bees, the night before we along with 8 others embarked on a two-week coast to coast walk across Northern England - over the Lake District, Yorkshire Dales and North York Moors, to Robin Hood's Bay.
Walking together was a root in our friendships. A space to learn about each other and ourselves, to adventure, have wonder fill us, stay young and curious."
Maps used to say there be dragons here speaking a broken Latin trackies by their ankles with eleven fingers, one sharper than the others taken from the kitchen sink and slipped by their side. Picking concrete from streets broken and throwin' 'em at police horses.
Blood used to run from the town hall to Homerton Hospital, white sheets speaking for silence underneath pavements gritted and cleaned with the salt of eyes closed in prayer so that children marked with nike-y ticks on the back of their heads could play cops and robbers on these roads to the soundtrack of chicken shop loitering and cognac screams from the boisterous OGs who'd make sure to breathe their last breaths on the corner of Dalston Ln and Mare St by any means.
The maps don't show the dragons no more. In their place instead be the sour-grass fed glitter-bindi-wearing white chicks in pink wigs eating cold flesh unseasoned expensively. Living in a vintage of circa 2013: a co-op down every alleyway, a lime-wedge in your Carlsberg and now it's gourmet. The sons and daughters of King Midas, every man, woman, child in their own likeness surprised to find their own homes turned to melted gold because little did they know that for the dragons it was but a loan.
Now the dragons are back and they're pissing on floors, tree trunks and in herbal teas asking for no favours, see they won't be leaving without their 40 acres and a mule without a feature in the paper did you think that they was playing. Won't be leaving without their names tattooed in Cantonese onto the lower back of this culture, saying thank you kindly for keeping it warm, but we'll be taking it back now,
dear Hackney.
by James Powell
Part of The End Days series.
James said "as dark as the series and subject matter is, I wanted to illustrate something that shows a symbol of hope in barren lands. The carved hands represent unity and the angelic figure above represents a safe haven for refugees seeking a chance to start a new and better life. Ultimately, refugees have faced difficulty just to stay alive, which is a basic human right the likes of the Daily Mail seem to be ignorant to."
by Isaac Eloi
They say the truth shall set all men free,
But what truth is this, with what conditions is it laid at my feet?
For I battle with the world to bathe in the flames of eternal fire,
This subaltern speaks truth to power, only to be branded a delinquent and a liar,
See, I followed the model set before me and only pain did I find,
I forced this body into that box and found no peace of mind,
This body is corrupted; return it to sender for it is a queer,
No compassion does the young one find, but rather hatred and fear,
I pray to God and seek forgiveness from the witness of my eyes,
Accept absolution, moving through life believing the lie,
I hide from the light to embrace the darkness for it is only then that I can be free,
But when evil comes upon me, not a soul is present to hear me weep.
They say I'm sick and that my soul is in need of a cure,
But the doctor says I'm in good health and my heart is pure.
Yea, protector of the culture, I see you're not my brother's keeper,
For we are "sinners needing the Lord's forgiveness", as spoken to me by a godly preacher,
We are bound to suffer, beating hearts that bleed as one,
We struggle on earth yet our eternal penance has barely begun,
Imprisoned by the melanin, perpetuation implored from above,
Desired by the devilish, with fetish disguised as love,
It is a lonely existence for a human being to live,
But in a world which hates this black skin, what more can I truly give?
They say I should seek the counsel of our great ancestors past,
But beware of eyes, ears and talismans for their words do not last.
I must be my authentic self for there are plenty out there who need it,
Objectively this word'll be spoken yet subjectively you shall perceive it.
Yet queer, trans and woman shall fight for the ones who are centred,
We spill our blood yet and receive no thanks when we die defenceless,
See, the revolution will be televised,
And it will be glorious when we mobilise,
For this body belongs to a family with its best interests at heart,
A link to remain forevermore, not even death can do us part,
And while mine eyes have been opened fully through this life of sin,
The most important truth is that I have learned to love what lies … within.
Waking up. Those first few minutes when you forget all of life's worries and pleasures.
Those moments where nobody has passed, you're not broke, lonely, late for work or failing at school.
Those beautiful, few seconds, which tick by with your mind in a pleasant bliss, unaware of the impending train about to drag it 18 ways from Sunday. If heaven can be found on Earth, here, is where it will be.
She's still in my bed.
I should hold her.
Raise her head and gently slide my left arm under the pillowed side of her neck. Coiling it around the front as if to say I'd never let her go.
She'd snuggle her into my arm and grab with both hands as if to say she'd never let me let her go.
My right hand, now resting on her belly as if they were holding her together the vital stopgap preventing her contents suddenly spilling out onto the bed.
Although I never complained when her liquids spilled before.
And we'd stay there, silently smiling. Thinking of one another, with one another.
Thinking about how perfect this scene was. How'd I would write poetry about it someday soon.
I can still smell her on my sheets. Still feel her forehead on my lips.
Listen to her hear my heartbeat quicken as her cheek nestled in my chest.
This is what they spoke of. This is where I had finally reached.
I love her.
For a moment i wonder if i dreamt last night. You know when you wake up from a nightmare where 'x' dies or that thing happens. Then you wake up and laugh because the mere thought of it seems so ridiculous now. Yet just a few moments ago it seemed so painfully real. For a moment, I was there too laughing at absurdity. At impossibilities. Here, in this heaven, the dead do not die.
Then the train arrives. It doesn't slow down as it approaches, the passengers waiting at the station are pulled to it's cold metallic sides like magnets. Head first. Today I am one of them. Clinging for life whilst being torn from the station of serenity. I cannot stop this journey.
The train takes me back to Moorgate station, when she said those words "I think we should break up", it takes me back to the eternity that passed where I simply stared at her. Blindsided. Hoping she was telling the most poorly timed joke. Whilst knowing damn well she was too funny for poor humour like this.
The train takes me even further back. Finsbury Square, 5 mins prior. Where I asked her "So where do we go from here?" A loaded question. I knew where I wanted to go but I needed to hear her say she wished to come.
That the thought of my unhappiness was unbearable and she would do the small things necessary to fix that. That she still loved me too. That this discussion was silly and we still had to move to Canada, and play golf, and go rock climbing again, and break-in those pink furry handcuffs you love the feel of, and do double dates and out cute the other couples and go to the beach, and have freaky sex on the beach, and go back to France and show Eric the concierge how much French we've learnt since our last visit. How we still had to argue about whether we were getting a dog first or a cat, and whether you were stealthily moving into my place 1 hair product at a time, and how I laughed from my belly when you denied, but your 'just a couple tings' has somehow colonised 2 drawers and half a shelf and you've been awarded permanent residence in my bathroom cabinet, and your wheat-free products will always have a spot on my kitchen shelf and within my fridge, and within me, you... will always have a place to call home.
How we still had to grow old and beautiful together.
My question "So where do we go from here?" instead sat there. Like a piece of shit.
"Er, I guess I'll think about it and you will to(?)". I'm not sure if this was a question or statement. She had this weird way with words where the two would often mesh seamlessly. I'll think about it and you will to. This hit me like a punch in the stomach.
What was there to think about? All I asked is for you to put the effort into this that I was.
"…. sure" I reply.
Her favourite word. "Sure". A word of compliance. Of nonchalance. A word which perfectly communicated the most neutral "I don't really give two shits either way what you do, but do you boo" you can muster. I chose her favourite word to end our conversation here so that we could now 'think'.
The walk to the station was long. Me constantly 3 steps ahead, intermittently looking back to make sure she was still there. I'm not sure why but I felt she may suddenly evaporate. We crossed the two roads in between the square and the station, conflicted as to whether I should reach out to hold her hand as I did – she made me pinky promise weeks ago I'd always do so. No matter what.
Guess we've both broken commitments.
My phones been dead for 5 hours now but I plug my headphones in anyway. 10 steps away from the station I hear a faintly muffled "KC…". I wonder whether I should ignore it. Pretend I actually have music playing. I could mouth the lyrics to a nameless song. Give her more time to think before speaking. As if a few more seconds would change everything.
"Yeah Bubbs?" I reply, unplugging my headphones and turning to face her, my face lit up as she said exactly what I needed to hear.
"I'm sorry your birthday was so shit, I'm sorry I don't make more of an effort in this, I'm sorry I don't make you feel how you make me feel".
I heard her say all of this, within my head.
Instead what she said was "I… think we should break up(?)".
Another question-come- statement.
Another fist in my stomach.
I stare. Dumbfounded… still.
Now thinking back, maybe it was my psyche preparing me, maybe a part of me already knew what was coming. Don't respond it screamed. I responded. I stared
The train takes me inside Moorgate station, where we parted. Her for the Hammersmith, Circle and Metropolitan lines, me for the Northern. Us, from each other. We stare at one and other.
People pass. Eons pass. And we stare.
My body begging me to walk towards her. Pull her close and wrap my arms around as if to say I'd never let her go. By now my arms were twitching to embrace her. Ears burning to hear her run over and whisper "I'm sorry, I changed my mind, I'm being silly and rash." She was always slightly more impulsive than me.
But I didn't move. Couldn't move. Simply stared, seeped in pain. Numb.
I wish I knew what was going through her head at the time. Did she feel the same? Were her eyes pleading with mine so I could tell her she was being silly and rash? That I would never let her go without more of a fight?
Her eyes were bloodshot, welling with tears. I don't know how I noticed, as mine were too.
Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock. We stare for an eternity in this decaying space until she finally begins to walk… towards me… my heart quickens at the thought of the scene finally playing how I envisioned.
"I'm sorry" I pre-emptively play her voice in my head again.
"I'm sorry", my knees now buckling under the weight of these two simple words.
"I'm sorry!", my soul screaming for her to utter.
She continues to walk towards me but these words do not follow her.
She stops in front of me, alone, I haven't moved. Still frozen but thawing in anticipation of words that will never arrive. She doesn't look me in the eye, but she hugs me. Tightly. Like she was either holding me together or needed something solid to stop her crumbling. Maybe both.
Her head buried in my chest again, kissing the heart she dropped goodbye.
I am barely able to lift my left arm around her, but it still formed a natural coil around the back of her neck, holding her close. As if to say it hadn't yet got the message. As if to say it would put up the fight where the rest of my body now failed to summon strength.
As if to say it would never let her go.
Who'd have thought that she would be the one to let me go.
It's funny how I called you Bubbles yet you popped mine. Pushed me to embrace love and then left.
The first person I ever gave my heart too, you dropped it with a shrug and a tear. I wake up clearly and remember it all.
The train finally stops and I remember every single detail of last night. Heart no longer quickening in the morning. Now it simply beats on, slowly, stilly. Arms no longer coiling. They got the message. They fall, lifeless.
I sit up and reach for my laptop, face telling the story before my fingertips could. I open a new document and type the words
"Waking up."
by Hadiru Mahdi
Hadiru said "traveling through Guinea en route to Mali this is one of many ways we crossed rivers - what man propose God dispose - a saying common across my continent. By this point we'd been on the road for over 3 months on travels from the M25 junctions heading south, through Europe into North Africa and round the shoulder and elbow of West Africa. Many roads, rivers, mountains, valleys and borders crossed. All the people and the lives we saw and were invited to spend time in."
by Isaac Eloi
Lonblaj-mwen – mother, brother, sister,
I chase you but you run –wilder, slicker, faster
Your words dance off my tongue and I seem lovestruck,
No assistance I receive, for I'll just get you with some luck.
I hear you in the darkness, somewhere deep beyond the void,
I clock a digraph and diphthong, but I hear very little noise.
Why are you so secret, why do you hide from me?
As children we would play, mixing up mattat and munoc, you see.
The elders pretend they don't know why we're not friends,
But we spoke the queen's English, we nuh want you in these ends,
For gwanpapa-mwen, your obstruction meant survival,
For us, we dunno, you're like old school vinyl.
You're eternally stuck between a rock and a hard place,
You pop in at family reunions where no one recognises your face.
Half of me is lost but half of me is found,
I try to swim your waters but I'm truly scared I'll drown.
They say I'm not a real Dominican because I'm detached from you,
But I say I can speak it, and then they ask for proof.
Initiative employed, I took first steps,
Working through those pages until there's nothing left.
As for your survival you failed the one before you,
But for our survival to thy culture, I must be true.
So you see this kweyol-la, kweyol-mwen,
What was that auntie "ki sa ou té ka di mwen?"
by IGGY LDN
IGGY LDN's most recent work, titled Fatherhood, is a short film designed to decode the intimacy between men of colour; in particular, the relationship between father and son, which is hardly portrayed in mainstream media. The story depicts the emotional turmoil that can arise from unresolved issues within relationships; how they play upon a young man's psyche leading up to manhood and how they change his viewpoint on himself as well as his father.
The full film can be watched on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5-zbva7vgY&t=27s
My Mother said take care of your health and remember to pray son
I said I'm trying my best see I just learnt
that they sell Christ's blood in Waitrose
so I'm swimming in it buying it by the crate-load.
My Mother said when she was seventeen and fresh from a land whose flag was painted green white green her daddy kissed her good-bye and so she cold and soon without home ended up in a telephone box flicking through yellow pages looking for a name that tasted like jollof rice and bongo drums –
at seventeen I sold my name in pursuit of ivory
and licked flesh boasting of my recklessness
with my sadness inscribed on a necklace.
My father was beaten for writing with the wrong hand so that today I could scribble in my right and take food from elders with my left hand. Real men and women marched and rioted for this space where I stand. In 1981 in a house in New Cross, South-East London thirteen died
so I could rhyme about big booty bitches skanking to now!
that's what I call music 96 looking for new ways to skip tradition
hoping that those who came before me aren't listening.
by Hadiru Mahdi
Hadiru said "I mostly rode the National Express back and forth from London to York during my Uni days. I spent many hours on such views. The journey was a time or transformation into and out of different parts of myself, the many worlds I inhabited. I did a lot of reading and writing from the window seat.
Sometimes you could smell the rain long before it hit. See the vapour in the distance and watch until it speckled then pattered the window. These rivulets were among my favourite forms, when raindrops grouped and together ran a stream.
At the time I felt this photo best summarised my 'eye' and way of seeing. Looking out the window into an infinite distance, focused on a curious movement in the in-between space."
Map a route with no compass,
Attracting attention from strangers
Out to prove to themselves
Why you're a threat but not threatening
So you hear the sirens coming now?
Blue lights, blue bins and blue skies
On those lilac mornings
Shaded with latent potential
And those crimson evenings
Where hearts are unsheathed
Settling somewhere eventually hopefully.
Map a route with no compass,
And find Volkswagen men scowling
Dark faces beneath hoods hiding
Lone women wresting to get away
Police not letting boys be boys
So what is it that they fear?
Under lunar jurisdiction
I find my way home
Among concrete, tarmac and greens
All shaded yellows
Like a dark current over golden sand.
Map a route with no compass,
And let memories play in your mind
Like the sound of the music
You listened to every day
On red buses and Southern trains
Before you learnt how to travel Overground
Eluding Volkswagens and dark faces
Watching home turning auburn, teal, burgundy
And looks change character not frequency
After they found it
After you.
He said "hanging out with SXWKS members in Barcelona, we were riding scooters around the coastline. I noticed how these two were in the silhouette of a mountain in the distance and wanted to them to be an extension of it. In a sense, they both are mountains to me in the realms of brotherhood and culture. It definitely portrays a connection too."
Somewhere, still waiting to be found; an existential crisis at the bottom of a Costa cup.
Broke, bloody and bruised, clinging to a life they promised him he was worth.
These 20something years on the conveyer belt of academia, a currency equal in value to a well-timed retweet.
We, are the middle children of history. The Segway generation.
Trapped in the chasm of the old world and the new. Clawing our way to a scorched surface, swallowing tablets of iPads and Xanax.
Dulled, depressed and defeated.
Destitute and despondent.
A generation of half-men raised by broken women failed by rotten men.
I stand on the precipice of a crumbling tower and wonder whether the foundations for its survival were ever truly laid.
Phase 2.
There's no emoji to describe what I'm feeling right now.
I'm scrolling through advertisements who know me better than I know myself, casting light on private voids and telling me to plug it with [whatever bullshit I just purchased on Amazon].
Prime arrives before the self-doubt sets in.
Mail ordered salvation for £7.99 a month. Hallelujah money.
Is that not the ultimate saving?
My eye spots a good deal before my wallet spots a problem.
So please before this poem is over — whip out your phones and gofundmynutsack.com/I-deserve-it.
They call us entitled. Snowflakes. Weak.
Were they not the ones who raised us in their image?
Do they no longer like the mirror?
Is it ugly?
Phase 3.
God. He who must not be named, a name I had tried to abandon yet here you are… Calling out for them in ecstasy whilst I worship inside your temple. Here you are… sceptre in hand on your knees praying to new idols. Forgive us.
We gave up awaiting the return of our forsaken fathers long ago.
Soul. Did I ever have one to begin with? Or did I simply lose pieces of it somewhere on the way to this stage?
If you see it on the floor please keep it safe. This young half-man is so terrified he'll be crushed under the weight of ticking time and his own potential, bomb.
When he inevitably falls on this rat race he did not sign up for, he'll need those horcruxes.
Phase 4.
My DNA unravels every time I see another stream of red and black bodies on my screen. Or black bodies sold into slavery in 2017. I'm so sorry I wear my apathy like a straightjacket in the winter. I'm so sorry my concentration extends only as far as my arm can reach but I'll wear my thoughts and prayers like a badge of honour for you, I think(?)
We are swimming in a sandbox of mundanity, and click bait, and clicktivism and "where the fuck is the clitoris"?
Our destiny is perpetually buffering.
Our Nirvana is in seeing the world, yet most of us will never get the chance to see out of the ends.
Our dreams will remain these far off foreign things unless you wake up and go to war with cozy coffins every single day.
I struggle with this. Every. Single. Day.
So this poem is for them. For us.
For the triers. The defeated. The beaten. The broken. The halves. The weak. The meek. For the down trodden and the forgotten.
This poem is for the abused. The victims. The survivors. The mute. The lonely and the unloved.
This poem is for the poets.
And for the lost.
For the women and the men.
For the children, always.
For anyone who goes to bed tonight hoping to wake up to a better tomorrow.
Hoping to somehow wake up brand new.
You are not alone.
We, are a generation of damaged goods.
And we want our money back.
Demilade said "this intimate portrait is inspired by the themes of sexual objectification and the perception of beauty."
Demliade said "this oil painting is a depiction of paradise in part- the complete portrait is omitted or obscured to convey ideas of failed aspirations."
and Tottenham is at it again.
getting dressed in the dark,
wearing only a trauma-stained tracksuit
with a drawstring wrapped soul-crushingly tight around the waste
of time we pretend to have.
we converse in acronyms bc eloquence is lfm,
and "gmt is the white man's philosophy" anyway –
tbh, we work better in bmt
and bmt
all of my niggas is casket pretty,
death crops up the same way as new betting shops –
stifling, inescapable, welcoming –
arms stretched out like the florist whose smile
is a little bit too wide,as if she doesn't know
ain't no-one safe in this happy city
I hope you make it —
is a gushing stab wound stitched together on an IKEA bed frame,
life itself falling victim to the cold concrete palms below,
catching the blood dancing through the gaps in crooked wooden slats.
crimson waltzes with the ground to the tune of
a stolen shopping trolley
full of melancholy –
we are nothing but 5p bag citizens,
disposable, toying with suicide
like we do with the wind
and the kids are at it again.
we roam through back streets and market crowds,
marking territory with rusted bikes
and not-quite-empty boxes of chips
littered outside the community dining room of Chick-King, an inconvenience
to the rough edges we circle,
never quite finding a corner to call our own –
left scattered like chewed up gum; spat out and crushed,
forgotten and left to blacken
on pavements,
in memories,
decaying sweetly in fruit bowls
or prison cells
and the police are at it again.
crossing the road to pree,
then lurch,
and stop and search
for a fucking purpose.
do you taste the neglect on our skin
when your rounded jaws crunch on our wrists?
we make fists out of defiance or routine
and the lines have blurred between you and me.
you walk into bars and
lower them,
we walk into bars
and get put behind them
and the mandem are at it again.
bare plotting, fare
hopping and scotching, hair
plaited up, conscious
patterned enough
to forget that we actually have one.
we smoked it all away,
we toke the day away
and we zone, 3
-ing our bros internally,
ashing out zoots on c
brick walls in solidarity,
sitting empty like the gums of the high street,
each derelict shop a reminder of this disease
sprawling across n15 + 17.
hope is the burnt maths book on the last day of exams,
willingly destroyed because
when will I use you again
in real life anyway?
by Louis VI
Louis said "This was a mad image for me. I saw this boy walking as we were driving outside Cape Town and I felt like his life was summed up in this image - music was his means of survival, his struggle but also his proud love. You can see he's holding his guitar but also something more, walking alone next to a motorway as a flash Mercedes Benz drives past with the limitless African sky above him. This image captures the unfairness of the divides between rich and poor in the South Africa which is still based on race. However, even more, it showed what I love about South Africa - the raw energy, hopes and dreams of a young country that could be on its way to a brilliant, exciting future united by music, nature and its young creatives."
by Kareem Brown
Me and my faith were running away
My faith was running from me
My faith was running away with me
My faith was running me
My faith was a colour and now it's running
I put faith in where I'm running to
point to who you think's the treadmill in the relationship;
We point to each other
My faith lost itself in me
it died with my mother's father
My mother has no faith in me,
My dad killed his faith
My dad's son has no faith
My dad has no son.
My faith is like my shadow:
it won't leave me; but it will change position
With faith you can become something you've never seen.
I know I'm becoming my dad.
My dad is running from his faith
I have been running from my faith
My faith barks at faiths bigger than itself
My faith was a church and experts flew into it
I cut my faith off to see if it'd grow back
My faith was growing its thousandth tongue
He said "I was in Tel Aviv with some friends I was working with. We decided to catch the sunset and I caught the two of them climbing over some rocks to get some photos. At that moment, I think we all just took it in. A silent agreement between us that everything was as it was meant to be: peaceful and connected."
He said "I was making these pieces of music at a time where I definitely hadn't found my calling, in terms of the genre of music I wanted to produce, whether I wanted to produce music at all and just generally in the grand scheme of life (I was around 13/14, though, so surely that's expected?). That being said, I feel like these unmastered songs from my iPad somehow seem to connect and fuse multiple genres, which is reflective of me attempting to connect the dots of my tumultuous life at the time. I promise I wasn't on drugs, just confused.


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Characteristics of RRMS
The vast majority of people with multiple sclerosis (65-70%) are diagnosed with relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis (RRMS).
With this type of MS, a person usually experiences an initial, aggressive flair up of symptoms, followed by a period of good or even complete recovery.
For the following months or even years the individual may experience a period with no symptoms. This is known as remission.
Relapses tend to become less frequent over the years, with less and less recovery after each relapse.
Symptoms vary, depending on where the central nervous system (CNS) is damaged.
RRMS is a misnomer, as damage continues between attacks during periods of so-called remission, unless the disease is stabilized.
Common symptoms of RRMS
Common symptoms include:
- Vision problems
- Dizziness
- Heat sensitivity
- Tingling
- Numbness
- Weakness
- Bladder and/or bowel issues
- Depression
- Fatigue
- Impaired higher mental functions over time


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Driver's Side: Stevie Ray
Funk Songwriter, Performer
As a musician, I've been playing for about 45 years, with a lot of the greats: Miles Davis, Prince, Roger Troutman. I'm here to find common ground, keep it real, survive. I'm going to live this life and spread some cheer in everybody's atmosphere.
Driving with Uber, I spend so much time on the road. Every person I pick up is a new edition. People getting in the car all have their own little twist on what's happening. I'm the only person I know who can disarm anyone from talking about politics. I'm all about showing as much love as I can. Anytime you think you have it bad there's someone who's got it way worse. I want people to feel loved. And I also remind them they can tip.
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