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- kotomifan posted You know what would be cool? A horror short story. With a Lovemore or Rosebery theme, perhaps. Or just bikinis and machetes. We've got nineteen days to Halloween. Anybody up for it?
You know, MEGA means...1000000 times the stated unit. So here's a thought. Why is our beloved protagonist (Junta/ Primero/ Ryuuji) wasting so much time on...six women? Not just the illustrious Lady of the Loo; I mean moving his ass to every flower in town, like a hyperactive bumblebee. Maybe gaining a point or two in charm or charisma, while running the risk of getting caught? I'm sure there is a LOT of non-playing characters who would love a chance to drift into this universe and play with our hero!
I proposed Korri assemble a team of gymnasts. What if, instead, she was recruiting for the "junior" Freedomball team? She could even explain why the junior team could have 18 year old seniors. The success of her recruiting would depend on the player's charisma and willingness to help by doing tasks.
Brainstorming: I've already proposed Korri assemble a team of gymnasts.
Second idea: I propose Ren "taking over" the photo/gravure story, as you and her pursue models and gain followers.
Finally, I propose the player team with Tassy on a two part history project. The first half would be a paper due on day 50. The second half, a presentation. Their subject? The Honno-ji incident. This is something SimMan himself came up with.
As the player digs deeper into the history of Oda Nobunaga, various flashbacks give the game a historical perspective. A 16th century SimGirls, if you will. The dateable characters need to step up, as Ami and Karin took a lot of side story with them.
How I Got Roped into Cosplay with Ren:
Chapter 3: Clothes Make the Man
For the first time, I noticed what was printed on the door.
"Fashion Akage," I said out loud.
"That will be my brand when I make it big," said the red haired woman. "That's my goal. For the world to know Akage".
She motioned me inside. She picked up a robe as she walked, and showed it to him.
"Your girlfriend is probably going as Yuri Sakazaki."
"She's not my girlfriend."
"You went to a women's clothing store with her. There are husbands that don't do that."
"Still, I..."
"No need to explain."
She turned to me and slipped her dress off.
"I can be Yuri Sakazaki for you tonight."
She picked up sunglasses.
"Lara Croft, maybe?"
She saw me look at a Batman mask. She reached for a baseball bat, then playfully put the Batman mask over my head. She put the bat behind her head, the way Harley Quinn does.
"Hey Batman, do you know what the Joker would do if he caught you messing with me?"
I laughed. She put the bat down, knelt, and lowered my pants.
As she reached for my member, she looked up at me.
"Say it. Say it for me."
I tried to talk in my lowest voice, as I felt myself enter her mouth.
"I'm, I'm, I'M BATMAN!"
I tried to look surprised when Ren entered our room.
"What do you think? It's my entry for the contest tonight."
"It's great. What are you supposed to be?"
"It's Yuri Sakazaki, silly. It's from an old game I found online."
"It looks good to me."
"Good, but not great."
She looked a little sad.
"Let me see if I have any black lipstick. I'll be right back."
She grabbed a leather jacket from her brother's closet and ran into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. She was topless under the open jacket, and wore only her thong panties. There were marks on various parts of her body in black lipstick. She had even marked her breasts where the "plates" would come together.
I had seen glances of her body before. But never all at once. I could feel myself stirring below.
"Whoa. What is this?"
"Motoko. Ghost in the Shell. What do you think?"
I thought, she'd get arrested.
"Um, Yuri Sakazaki is fine."
"So, what are you going as?
"I was thinking...Batman?"
I made a point of clapping and yelling as they introduced her.
"Number one, Ren Hoshino as Yuri Sakazaki."
She probably would have gotten more votes as Motoko. But we did make it home safe,
How I Got Roped into Cosplay with Ren:
Chapter 2: Deja Vu Dream
Weird dream. I was walking through the ruins of the town I lived in for high school. A woman clad in blue with blue hair was shooting at everybody. Whenever a shot landed, the victim changed into something else. Like a version of themselves, but pale. Sad. Shabby. Staggering around the town. A girl came up from behind me.
I can fix this, she said. I just have to go to the future and stop her from coming back.
She stripped naked in front of me and kissed me.
Are you coming? She asked.
I just stood there.
She shook her head and walked into a big metal cylinder. She closed the door.
A moment later, the cylinder vanished. The blue gun-woman disappeared. All the staggering people went back to normal.
And Ren's voice came from above me.
"Hey, don't you have class this morning?"
So now I'm in college. Each class is in a different building. Posters are everywhere. Everybody's talking like they've already been here. Mostly, I grab a seat in the back.
When I do that in World History, I find that I'm walking towards Ren.
She motions me over.
"What are you doing in a first year class?"
"I switched majors, so now I have to take all the classes I missed last year."
"What was your major last year?"
"Nuclear physics."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, things were going fine until I found out only those with the highest grades get what I wanted to get into."
"Which was?"
"The space program. So lessons learned. Get really good grades in anything you like taking."
There was an empty seat on the other side of me. I looked up to see a beautiful woman go to take it. I tried not to be obvious as I watched her yoga pants clad legs slide in next door. She was short, and in really good shape.
"I'm Primero, and you are..."
"And I'm Ren."
I noticed Korri had all the textbooks for the class already.
"Have you joined a study group yet?"
"Is that a thing?"
"Yeah, they have projects in this class."
Korri smiled. "Hope they don't start tonight. I have practice."
Ren tapped me on the shoulder.
"Speaking of tonight. I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure, what?"
She held up a poster.
"They do a Cosplay show downtown this Sunday. There's this really good tailor I used for my outfit that I want to go see. But it's in a rough section of town, away from the train, and I don't think my ex- will take me.
"Yeah, OK. After dinner."
The walk to the tailor was almost exactly the same path that I took. I knew the neighborhood immediately. We entered a small shop and were greeted by a woman with red hair.
Ren did the talking as I wandered the store, pretending to shop. I saw Ren enter a changing room, then walked over to the saleslady.
"We were here last night."
"Yes, we were. So?"
Over her shoulder, I saw the mattress I had bent her over last night.
"But you're a..."
"Service provider. I sell clothes. I sell services. I sell..."
"Did you buy it?"
"Were you happy with it?"
"Of course."
"Then it will be the same price next time you come."
She handed me a business card.
"My number's on it. There's also a website where I put my online pics."
I took her card.
"Come back in an hour."
She smiled towards the changing room.
"Bring her, if you like..."
How I Got Roped into Cosplay with Ren:
Chapter 1: So This is Home
Tomorrow my first day of college at Rosebery, and I'm already overtired. I thought today would be the whole moving in/ getting to know your roommate experience. But the new guy vanished almost immediately. So after I got my stuff where I wanted it, I wandered the town.
I'm always looking for the unusual things about places. No place is truly "new" - there's always old stories to be found. Success. Heartbreak. Pain. Pleasure. So after I passed the college bars and the convenience stores, I started to wander into the angrier side of town. No more hipster tea and kale restaurants. No staring at smartphones.
I found the first bar that wasn't pushing a sports team. Just dark wood and whisky. The bartender set me up.
"Don't get a lot of college boys in these parts. You local?"
"Well, let's see what you do with a shot."
He poured, and looked to see if I'd react when I downed it. I don't normally cough, but the crap he served was like diesel fuel.
"That wasn't whisky."
"So you're not so dumb. Let me get you something you'll like."
He turned to the bottles behind him. I suddenly realized I wasn't alone.
"We usually don't get the schoolboys until winter."
I turned. The first thing I saw was red hair. A lot of it.
"The winter?"
"It's about the time they realize their fall quarter girlfriends won't go farther than handjobs."
She leaned over in such a way that she made sure I saw her cleavage.
I smiled. It was nice to hear something other than, "Hey baby. Want a date?"
"So, you're..."
"Providing you the service you came here for. Where you want it. For as long as you need it."
She leaned in.
"If you'd rather do this somewhere other than the men's room, I've got a place next door."
So, got the drinking and sex part of college done already. In and out sex and dizzy feeling in the head. But, hey, I got laid, and that always makes me feel a bit better. So what if I paid for it? Not a bad way to start.
So then I get back to the dorm and there's my roommate. Well, roommates. He's sitting on his bed, already deep into whatever is on his smartphone. He's short, kind of nerdy looking with glasses. Like Harry Potter but without the charm. I'm not even sure what his name is. But she's...
"Ren. Call me Ren."
She's...different. Wearing overalls like a farmgirl. She must have bought the wrong size, because both her butt and her tits are straining the material. Her hair is the color of poured concrete.
She sits down on my bed. Not on top of me, but close.
"I'm his big sister. You may see me a lot at first, because this one won't eat sometimes unless you remind him. Just make sure he washes occasionally and cleans up after himself. And I'll keep the cat at my place tonight."
Wait a minute. Cat?
"I'll be by tomorrow morning to make sure he doesn't skip his first class. I can get you up too, if you like."
She leaves before I can answer. I should have said something instead of trying to look at her ass.
So I stare at the ceiling. It's old and needs paint. It's seen a lot, I'm sure. Future politicians. Future thieves. Future politicians who are thieves. But it's the first time it's seen me. In fact, nobody here has the slightest idea what I did the last eighteen years. I can start over. I can be whoever I want to be.
Starting tomorrow.
More SG8/Rosebery Brainstorming
6) Akage (the charm girl) needs to "do" something. Be part of the plot, maybe a surprise adversary.. At least, change to other positions. There's a whole Kama Sutra out there and she's been dong doggy forever.
7) Get bold! Lover status might include a handy in the theatre, skinny dipping or a blow on the school rooftop.
8) Put in some consequence if one "dateable" character catches Player with another
9) There needs to be a time conflict between the social media, school accomplishments, work/ making money, and dating aspects, otherwise the game is too easy.
10) Bad endings- favoring one lover over the others could lead to consequences. Favoring the modeling over school could end badly too. And there's that whole gang aspect.
Brainstorming: My thoughts on how to distinguish SG8/ Rosebery from SG versions 1-7
1) Make Rosebery the college that follows Fukoma High. Advantages: SimMan's already produced some great NPCs (Bel, Karsten, Rufus) to help guide the action (Ren, Tassy, Korri, Sana) and a new venue couldn't hurt.
2) The Freedomwall (and Wu) enters the picture as the platform that Ren (new girl) encourages the Player to put her pictures on. First pic - what she's wearing to the Cosplay competition.
3) As the player befriends Korri, Tassy, and Sana, they build a social media presence that functions the way the modeling agency did in previous games. The player even starts getting unsolicited selfies from NPCs that want in on the action! Maybe even line up Bel or Wawababi as their rivals....
4) Explain away both Ami and Karin by "dreaming" Ami went to the future and prevented Karin from coming to the present. You can have the player customize their characteristics by other means (like picking from a menu).
5) Without Ami, the player will need something to accomplish to take the place of the time machine and the drama club. I propose two 50-day semesters, separated by a holiday break. Have the player accomplish a team project with dateable and/or NPCs each semester in addition to the semester exams.
Finally, throw up a trial balloon. Make a month-long or 25-day start into that world. See what people think.
SG8 (or Rosebery?) Idea:
I propose that there be four dateable characters: Tassy, Korri, Sana, and Ren.
Then, when the user selects among the four personality types, the intro changes:
*Scholar: You dream of a blonde girl (Sana), dressed in almost transparent robes, chanting something you can't understand. Suddenly she stares at you, causing you to wake up.
*Playboy: You wake up and decide to take a walk around your college grounds. You disturb a beautiful woman at a fountain (Tassy). She runs from you.
* Criminal: Ren wakes you up by shaking her bra-covered tits in your face. She's not your girlfriend here, tho- she's the twin sister of your college roommate. She jokes that it was a dare, then tells you that there's breakfast on the table.
* Joe: You enter.a gym in the early morning. A beautiful girl (Korri) performs a rhythmic gymnastics routine. She stops suddenly and appears to start crying. A second girl is mocking her (Mako?). You go to say something, but she has disappeared.
In all four cases, your next destination is a restaurant (or bar). A barman or (bluehaired? redhaired?) bargirl hands you a menu- it's actually the interface that allows you to add points to each trait.
This could start either Rosebery or Simgirls
kotomifan Ok, how about,...
You depart from Rosebery Airport after midnight. You are coming back from the funeral a venerable, very ild relative. There were tears, dug up memories, awkward silences, and plenty if alcohol. You're tired, a bit sad, yet happy to be out of there.
You wait in the queue for the shuttle to take you to your remote parking lot. There are three young women in line behind you- a thin girl with a ponytail and a gym bag, a friendly girl with a backpack, and a blonde girl, possibly, a tourist, whose black suitcase matches her outfit.
When the bus arrives, a fourth girl comes to the front of the line. When the door opens she steps in front of you and gets on first. You go to say something, but she looks back at you with the prettiest smile, and you let her on.
The bus exits the terminal and enters a tunnel. As it emerges from the darkness, you see the city of Fukoma before you.
And it's on fire....
The last fanfic series was my idea for what a Kotomi game might consist of. You play as Kotomi, an 18 year old senior who finds herself as the sole participant in her rhythmic gymnastics team due to a tragic event. She recruits and builds a team of familiar characters. There are enemies to overcome, but the reward is to restore the glory and honor of the team (end of part I).
Until...our friend the Omega Playboy returns,to wreak havoc on the hometown of the Mega Playboy. Can Kotomi and her team recruit an army of warriors and defend their city?
XKotomi looked over and saw that Sana was not yet dressed. Instead, she was sitting in the lotus position in her slip. "Sana, we have to.."
Sana seemed not to hear her. Gradually, she released her position and looked at her friend. "Get the team together. I have something to share."
The girls gathered, and sat in a circle. Sana stood up and held the ball in her hand. "I have every confidence that we will do well today. But I caution you. There is in the air a presence of evil. I was trying to focus on what it might be, so I could contact the authorities. But since I don't have a clear picture, I need your help. Each of us has our apparatus for today's exhibition. In case the evil occurs during the demo, we need to arm ourselves. I found my most powerful charm spell, and I'd like to charm each of your objects, in case we need to do battle."
Tomoko scoffed, but Kotomi held her hand to her lips. She put her ribbon in the middle of the circle. Karin added her clubs, Ami her hoop.
Tomoko laughed again, then tossed her rope in.. "Go ahead, Sana. You never know when Dracula will show up at the mall." She grabbed Ami by the wrist and moved her hand up. "If you need to sacrifice a virgin, I have a volunteer."
Ami grabbed her hand back. Sana had ignored her and simply placed her hand on the pile. She started to sing a wordless tune, closing her eyes as she sang. She stopped and looked up. "Each of our apparatuses has the power of goodness. If someone evil comes at you, you can defend yourself with it. Or distract, if you choose to, so you can escape an attack. Each of you, imagine a strong person. Go to that person with your object. Not only will that person help you, but he or she will have a weapon, too, and can help you."
Karin looked shocked. "Help us? With weapons? What the hell is going to happen?"
Sana shook her head. "Be vigilant. Find your spirit guardian"
She closed her eyes again. For today, she knew what figure would protect her - the quiet, brooding cook in the food court. Karin thought of Takeo, the bar regular that called himself the Bloody King. Tomoko thought of Primero; Ami conjured up Miss Kudo.
Kotomi remembered Toreda, the bartender that had saved her from being mugged in the alley. She had invited him to the demo. I wonder if he'll come.
Tomoko did her demo first. Ami followed, then Sana. Karin added a little humor to her clubs routine. Many people laughed, but Kotomi was scanning the crowd. Where is Toreda? He promised to be here. She continued to look over the crowd until the moment they finished cheering for Karin. She walked out to the center of the demonstration area, and nodded for the music to begin. A final glance at the crowd caused her to miss the charging figure headed towards her.
Junta, his dark hair askew and moist from his blood, ran up and tackled her. She hit the floor, momentarily stunned. Junta's face had changed into something feral. He based his teeth, and reached for her arm. She turned to get away; his hand missed her arm, landing on the small of her back. She could feel the fabric give way in his grasp. She struggled to keep her crotch uncovered as her butt emerged from her torn uniform. And just as quickly, Junta stopped. Karin stood over him, club in hand.
"Pick on somebody your own size!
XJunta lay naked under his sheets. Mako sometimes slipped into his room through the open window, and she found his tendency to wear fuzzy pajamas to be offsetting. He kept his PJ bottoms under his pillow, in case any other visitors, like parents, came in. The light through the window dimmed like it always did when she arrived. He felt himself getting hard, waiting for her lips to embrace his manhood. If only she let him do more, he thought. He soon realized she had not come alone.
A large grey masked figure who reminded him of Ryuuji stepped forward. Instinctively, he clutched his bedsheet.
The figure grinned broadly. "The great Megaplayboy is scared of me. Well, look at him. A scrawny lad. How can so many people from my time have some from your seed? No matter."
The figure motioned for Mako to come over. She was naked; her normally flawless body was scratched as if she was in a fight. Her face looked unnaturally...calm. "Junta Momonari, I sentence you to death for crimes against the Omega Regime. Your sentence will be administered immediately. Mako?"
The figure drew back the covers. A shivering Junta was joined on the bed by a suddenly ravenous Mako. He looked down, one more time, to see the top of her head bobbing. So many other times, it had been for his pleasure. Not today.
XDan was surprised. It seemed that even in Japan, a dive bar looked like a dive bar. He had met a girl named Ami who had told him to meet at this address. Maybe he got it wrong? He walked in and nodded at the bartender. He started to fumble for through his phrase book.
Toreda smiled. "American?"
"You tell me beer, I'll bring you a beer. Same as everywhere."
"Thank you, sir."
"Just call me Toreda."
"Thanks. The name is Dan."
"The first one's on me. The next rounds will cost you 500 yen. It's the grumpy guy on the blue bill."
"Got it."
The elixir went straight to his head, as did the second one. And the third. Dan was pretty sure his eyes were still working right, though. A couple of drinks could not possibly get a Canuck drunk. And that orange headed girl that came over- that's got to be Ami, right? "I'm still okay." He said out loud. "Right, Ami?"
"For a hundred, US, I'll be your Ami," replied the orange haired girl.
"How about a hundred Canadian?"
The strange girl shrugged. Why not? She let him by the hand away from the bar, as a dozen drunken men cheered them on. He grabbed a beer bottle with his left hand as they went to the stalls. Akage had had some weird requests in her life. And role playing was nothing new- one of these tough guys had worn a collar and called himself a dog. She had walked him around on all fours, nude. But this was...new.
"You want to do me from behind. But I'm not using the bottle on myself."
"You won't. I'm going to make it fly."
Whatever. She hoped that a hundred Canadian dollars was worth something. She stripped and bent over. He slipped in, and started mumbling to himself. She started her act, like she always did, responding to his thrusts with thrusts of her own. The door burst open.
"Akage!" The doorway was filled with the form of the Bloody King.
"Cool it, Takeo. I'm not working for you today."
The thug glared at Dan. "You want to take this outside, American?"
This was hardly the time to say he was Canadian.
"I'm not American," he slurred. "I am Dan."
Akage straightened herself up. She smiled as she helped herself to his wallet contents. "And he's a REAL man!"
Most of the bar regulars spilled out into the alley to see Dan take on Takeo. The older man clearly had both height and girth on the young man.
"Take a shot, college boy." Dan obliged. He quickly found himself pushing over a bunch of boxes. He turned to approach the Bloody King again. Behind him, "Snake Man" laughed.
"You showed him, Takeo!"
A cold hand grasped Genya's shoulder. He turned, ready to fight. The red spiked hair was full of grime. The eyes were pure white. And the teeth were bared. Other creatures like this one started materializing from the darkest corners of the alley. The fight was over as the tough guys raced indoors to escape the figures. Dan was the last in.
Akage came over and stroked Genya's cheek."What were you little boys so afraid of?"
"There's some nasty looking creatures out there," Snake Man replied. Zombies, maybe."
"Zombies are bullshit, Gaijan boy." The green haired girl glared at him. Yuki shook her Mohawked head. "Oh, and there is no Santa Claus."
"Does that mean I don't have to buy you a gift, Yuki?" Genya offered.
"Only if you want blue balls for Christmas."
The bar roared their approval at her comeback. She picked up a pool cue. Stepping back a bit, she whipped it around her body, ending in a defensive pose. Then she jabbed the white tip forward at Dan.
"Everything dies, boys. You just have to know how to kill it."
XThe American maid burst into the chamberlain's office. Her dark complexion made her stand out already, but her angry, outraged face doubled the effect. "Mister Chamberlain. I quit! I refuse to go marching into that boy's room when I know damned well he's got a girl in there. You might do things a little differently in your country, sir, but I am a Christian woman. And the last thing I need to do is walk into a man's room when he's all up in the business of some hootchie mama that he's been banging all night and say, Oh honorable sir, can you stop copulating long enough so I can make your bed? Not now, not for all the funny colored money they have in this country!" She threw a packet of sheets on the chamberlain's desk and stormed out.
The chamberlain looked at the room supervisor, and shrugged. "Americans."
Mako's plan had seemed simple enough in its planning. Get in Ryuuji's mansion, lie, cheat, or charm her way to his bedroom, and let the guy do anything and everything he wanted until he screamed her name. In her bag she had condoms, creams, bondage gear, even Viagra if he needed it. She had heard he was quite endowed - his nickname among the girls who knew was Mount Fuji. But as Mako soon learned, mountains may be big, but for the most part, they just sit there. And so it was with Ryuuji. She had kissed him, hugged him, groped him, tasted him, and mounted him. He had not pushed her off, but the moaning seemed to come out the same. She turned away from him and lowered herself down onto him.
"Do you see my ass, Ryuuji? Say my name, and it's yours."
"Ma, Mo, Moko." he mumbled. It's MAKO, not Moko, or worse yet Tomoko. She sighed.
"Close enough."
Later, she went to his personal bathroom and turned on the water. With other lovers, like Junta, she might have had company in the shower. Somebody to give about 30 seconds worth of actual but flirty cleaning, followed by furtive groping, attempts at oral sex as the water poured on her head, then some interesting positioning as her lover tried to enter her. It was a game all her lovers would do. Not Ryuuji, apparently. Not seeing a reason to cover herself after ours of sex, she walked back in his room to ask for shampoo. A man in a mask who looked a lot like Ryuuji appeared to be feeding on Ryuuji's neck. Ryuuji made no effort to defend himself - he just shuddered as the masked figure fed on the neck wound.
The figure heard Mako gasp. He turned and leered at her naked body.
"Ah. Dessert!"
XThe shower stalls were partitioned, and things had quieted down a bit, so Tomoko thought she was in the shower by herself. She had become quite aroused showing her body off to Primero (and the rest of the school) like that. And while being Ryuuji's arm candy had been something she was almost expected to be, she enjoyed Primero's daring. And while she had enjoyed the lavish meals and satin sheets of Ryuuji's stately manor, she looked forward to whatever idea might have next. Would it be the library? The roof? Maybe coming back here again? She remembered one afternoon. As the school day had ended, he came up and whispered in her ear that he had never seen the inside of the ladies' locker room. They snuck inside, making their way to the shower, stripping along the way. But as they were about to enter the stalls, they heard sounds. They quickly realized Ms. Kudo was already there. They slithered back along the wall to the coach's office. Tomoko barely remembered closing the door. He took her right then, bent over the coach's desk. She closed her eyes. Her hand moved towards her pubes. Amidst the steam and the water, would anyone see?
"Tomoko!" She shuddered. What was Kotomi doing there?"
"This is a sport, dammit. Not a strip show."
"People seem to like it."
"Sure, they liked your girls just hanging out for all the world to see."
Kotomi reached up to grab Tomoko by the boobs to get her attention. What she didn't realize was that it would get a reaction, courtesy of Tomoko's arousal. The touch of Kotomi's fingers drew a loud moan from Tomoko. She stared back at Kotomi with a longing she did not know she had. Instinctively, she reached for the crotch of her teammate. Kotomi gasped as a warm finger traced a route along her vag.
"Hey, you two." Now both of them jumped. It was Akira Kudo, their teacher. Miss Kudo was fully dressed.
"They sent me back here to get you. Something about an exhibition at the mall. Finish up here and join your team."
The two girls separated.
"Oh, and I'm all for LGBT rights, ladies. But you might want to be more private than the school showers."
Mako had made her way past the Sugashita Mansion staff. She opened the door to Ryuuji's room. He lay back on his ornamental bed in a sea of pillows and satin sheets. He was whiter than the last time she had seen him. She turned and locked the door. With her back to him, she began to undress. "T-Tomoko?" She shook her head. She did not come all this way to be forgotten. When this night was over, it would be her name he would cry out for. But for now... She turned towards him, and dropped her jacket. She walked naked towards his bed and climbed onto it. she fond the edge of his sheets and covered herself with them, moving herself next to his warm body. She found his member and started to move her hand over it.
"Yes, yes, Ryuuji. I am here."
XRyuuji was the only one not in Ms. Kodo's class. Mako looked to his empty chair, and immediately made plans to visit his mansion on the edge of town. She had been hanging around him more since he saw Tomoko with Primero, and she thought she making some inroads.
"Class, there will be an assembly after this period. Report to the gymnasium."
Mako put her hand up. "Not the auditorium?"
Ms. Kudo barely looked back at her.
"You heard the principal, Mako. Just follow the instructions."
Suddenly, it dawned on Mako what this was about. he class was already mourning the death of Sakura Ozaki, one of the seniors on the gymnastics squad involved. For days Mako had wondered whether the squad would be replaced. She now feared it had, without her. She waited until after class, and stopped Ms. Kudo as she left. "Ms. Kudo, did they hold tryouts? Was there no announcement?"
Akira Kudo glared at the student. "There was no need, Mako. A team was assembled, and will be announced today."
"But I never got a chance to try." "You had your chance, Miss Iwasaki. You were on the squad. And then you were off. Need I remind you why?"
"But it's a new year, and they need me."
"They don't need a girl who would try to perform oral copulation to get a better score, Mako."
With that, Akira turned away.
Mako turned to the hallway. A right turn would take her to the hallway. A left would take her to the front door. And while the whole school would be in the auditorium, she would be with Ryuuji. She ran to the open door.
After Sakura's teachers had finished their eulogy, the principal took the lectern. "Students, teachers, and staff, we honor the life and accomplishments of Sakura Osaki and the rest of the gymnastics squad. One of the ways we will honor them is to announce the names of the newest varsity members. Would you please join me in welcoming the team who will represent us in their honor!" The students and teachers started to cheer.
"Ami Kurimoto!" Ami ran out, smiling at the crowd.
"Karin Aoi!" Karin joined her.
"Sana Richardson!" The cheers were a little more muted for the American, She ran out and smiled any way.
"Tomoko Saeki!" "The cheers were much louder for Tomoko, especially since she had impishly unzipped her uniform so her chest was on display to the crowd. The boys cheered so loud that the principal could barely be heard. Over the din, he did his best to shout out.
"And the team captain, Kotomi Takanashi!"
Kotomi joined her team. She pretended that the cheers were for the team, but she was a little angry at Tomoko for stealing some pf her thunder. Tomoko seemed to ignore the catcalls. She was just trying to please one boy in particular. And she was pleased when she could see Primero's appreciation.
Kilometers away, a weakened Ryuuji moaned from his bed. "T-t-t-tom-oh-kooo!"
XSana's modest storefront belied its success. Her online trading of rare collectables had made her, if not spectacular ly wealthy, at least comfortable enough that the store could tolerate the occasional closure for a spiritual break. After the last customer left, she would close the blinds, and turn off the lights, lighting candles as she moved about the showroom. She would strip, and cover herself in gauze, then twirl madly in the center of the room until she was breathless. It was then that the visions would begin. As far back as she could remember, she trusted the visions. They had predicted her mother leaving, her first period, and her first kiss. A similar session gave her the impulse to quit school and start her business; a later one cemented her decision to partner with SimMan. She wondered what the spirits would say today. She remained motionless for a minute as her eyes darted around the gloom. Then she saw it- a glass ball, reflecting the light. She bolted up and picked the orb up. She resumed her dance, finally settling in front of her register. "I will see my destiny in the next figure I see in this glass." She stripped the gauze from her body. She placed a large bowl in the center of the room. Taking a knife from the counter, she cut the gause into small swatches.she lit one on fire and placed it in the bowl, adding some intense as it smouldered.She learned long ago not to burn it all at once. Instead she carefully fed the fire until the pile of gauze was gone. She stood over the smoke, cleansing her body and sealing the spell. She dressed and blew out the candles. She turned the lights back on, and flipped the sign to indicate the store was open. She walked back to the register and waited. Kotomi opened the door. She paused at the entrance, as the smell of something burning hit her nostrils. Sana smiled. The person at the door stood just at the right place that they appeared in her orb. She approached Kotomi, who already appeared nervous. "Um, hi, I..." "Tell me," Sana began. "Are you here to shop? Or to talk to me?" "Talk to you. But how did you know?" "The goddess told me you would come. That you would come- with purpose." Kotomi looked around the room. "Did you graduate?" "No, there was no need." "And you never did gymnastics senior year?" "No." "Would you consider, joining our rhythmnic gymnastics team?" "Yes." That was easy. "It was destiny. Everything else is just details." "Details like?" "I don't want to be in class By longer than I have to." It's not up to me, Kotomi thought. "We'll see what we can do. Did you have a specialty when you were on the team before?" Sana turned to the desk. It all made sense now. "The ball, of course."
XTomoko came out of the locker room dressed to the nines. Little black dress. High heels. Stockings. Pearls. Hair in a bun, with a butterfly device keeping it together. She walked up to a dumbfounded Primero and took his arm.
"You are not going to Kobe looking like that."
They went to the mall, straight to the formal men's shop that Primero usually avoided. Tomoko worked quickly, finding him a suit, tie, shirt, socks, and shoes. He had to admit she was good at choosing what looked good on him. She undid his attempt at tie tying and retied it. She turned him to the mirror and leaned close.
"There. More charming than when we walked in. Don't you think?"
He nodded.
"Great. Pay the man. Tonight this is a rental - you can get attached to better clothes later."
Soon after they arrived at the restaurant and sat down, Primero read Kotomi's text. WHERE R U. He tried to bang out a reply, his hands under the table. To his horror, he realized that he forwarded Tomoko's text from the day before. AT PUB GET HERE NOW. He went to send another.
The waiter and Tomoko were staring at him.
"There's a no phones policy here, Primero." She held her hand out. "It's not usually enforced unless it's painfully obvious. If you'd like something to read, try this."
The waiter handed Primero a menu full of the highest prices he'd ever seen for food.
Tomoko smiled sweetly at the waiter. "So, what do serve on special occasions?"
Mako shook her head, as the dumbfounded Ryuuji stared into the window of the restaurant.
"But, how? Why? Wha...?" The largest, most muscle bound guy in school was a bumbling mess.
"Told ya." She took that as the opportunity to grab his phone. Quickly, she typed her contact information. "Here you go, G." She handed the phone back to him. "I'll check on you in a few hours. I have some errands to run."
Kotomi had no luck trying to get people to rejoin the team. But people kept telling her that the team's misfortune was due to a curse. Nobody wanted to tell her what the curse was; they just cut her off when she asked if they wanted to join her team. The injured girls did not want to return for the same reason. She remembered there was a goth girl that had tried out last year, the same time she did. Blonde girl from America. She called Ami.
"That American girl who was in our school last year. Is she still around?"
"Who, Sana?"
"Sounds right."
"She dropped out. Works at this weird store at the end of town."
"Do you know where?"
"No, but I can ask around."
Dead end. "Can I come by?"
"Sure, nobody's at the restaurant but me and the cleaning lady."
Amy's family restaurant was one of Kotomi's favorite places. But it almost lost all its clientele when somebody accused them of being the front to a child trafficking ring. It made all the papers, even overseas. Her father countered by having a free food day, with tours of the kitchen. Few came, but the regulars were starting to return. The cleaning girl looked familiar. It only took Kotomi a minute to make the connection, as there were few blue haired girls in town.
The cleaner looked a bit embarrassed.
"Hi, Kotomi."
Kotomi hugged her anyway.
"Where have you been?"
"Working when I can. I dropped out."
"I heard. Why?"
"A number of things. I just always felt out of place."
"And now you work here?"
"Just started, "Ami volunteered. "Everybody else left when the news crews came."
Kotomi turned to Ami. "Could you take her broom for a minute? I want to check something."
"Oh, OK."
Kotomi went over the counter and grabbed two ornamental clubs that hung on the bar behind the register. "Can you still use these?"
"Why yes, but I'm not on school."
"Yet." Kotomi looked into Karin's eyes. "Girl, we need you. Show me what you can do."
XAmi had readily volunteered when Kotomi proposed that she join the team. Whenever she saw her friend in school that day, she got excited, and could not wait to get started.
When they got to the gym, Kotomi went to the locker and brought out a gym bag.
"These are the five apparatuses. I'll show you how they work, then we'll figure out which one you can do."
She pulled out the ribbon. "Rule number one with the ribbon is that it has to be moving all the time." She made a few basic moves to demonstrate, then put it down."Next, the ball." Holding the ball aloft, she glided along the mat. At one point, she threw it up and caught it while she moved along. "Wow!" Ami blurted out. Kotomi made similar demonstrations with the clubs, the rope, and the hoop. Ami watched attentively.
"So which one should I do?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me. Which one would you like to try?"
"We have hula hoops at home," Ami volunteered. "I'll start there."
"Ok, good." Kotomi watched her friend pick up the hoop. She was relieved that Ami did not choose the ribbon. "Before you go, Primero's going to get you started with some weight training."
Primero caught up to Kotomi at the end of practice. "How did she do?" For somebody who's never done it before, and has no idea what she's doing..." She stopped herself. This was her friend she was talking about. "Not bad." Primero saw Kotomi's weariness in her eyes. "I've got an idea." They drove up to the bridge. Kotomi expected to cross over, and see the water as they drove. Instead, Primero stopped at a small parking lot. "Why are we here?" "I'll show you." They got out of the car, and walked toward the base of the bridge. There was a small bench, facing the water. Primero motioned for her to come over. He was carrying two coffee cans that he picked up at school. She sat down, close to his outstretched arm, and took a can of coffee from him. "This is my great ideas spot. It's where I go to sit and think."
"It's a great view of the city."
"Yeah, without all the noise."
He sipped his coffee. "Tell me about your dreams."
Kotomi thought about the biggest dream she had, up until yesterday. Going to Germany to train. But as she snuggled up closely to Primero, how could she say her biggest dream was to move half a world away?
"My dream?" She reached over and kissed him. "I'll tell you all about it, the minute this one ends."
Primero and Tomoko were both in English class with Ms. Kudo, as were Ami and Kotomi. He had promised Kotomi he would talk to Tomoko. He just did not quite know how. Primero felt his phone vibrate. It was a text from Kotomi. Talk w Tomoko yet? He glanced over. Kotomi was looking his way. He shook his head. A few moments later, he felt another vibration. He did not bother to look at it - he knew what she wanted him to do.
As Tomoko left class, Primero walked up quickly behind her.
"That last lesson was pretty hard. Don't you agree?"
"Well, I..."
"What am I saying. You're pretty good at English, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I.."
"I could use some help. Do you have a free period this afternoon?"
"I'm not sure. Could I get back to you, um..."
"It's Primero."
"I'm Tomoko Saeki."
He knew that. Everybody knew that.
"I can meet you at the library."
Kotomi enjoyed having Ami there, even if her hoop routine was such a mess. Kotomi gave her tips as she went along, always reminding her to "Keep flowing. Keep everything in motion." After the eighth time saying that, she felt her phone buzz. TOMOKO BLEW ME OFF. LEAVING LIBRARY. She shook her head. It was sad, but not surprising. OK COME 2 GYM. Ami had suggested to her friends that they go to a karaoke place after practice. Primero rolled his eyes, but Kotomi agreed readily.
"We'll all take separate cars, then." Primero grumbled, as they headed to the lot. A moment later, Ami headed for the school.
"Where are you going?" Kotomi asked.
"Be right back," replied the back of Ami's head.
Primero smiled at Kotomi. "Have you told her she can stop trying to set us up?" "Let her have her fun. Besides, if we hurry, we can duet on 'You and Me Song' before she shows up."
Primero's phone buzzed as they sat at the karaoke bar.
"Who is it?" Kotomi asked.
"It's a text from Tomoko. AT PUB GET HERE NOW"
"Is she joining our team?"
"I don't know."
"Well, go ask her now. Do what you have to."
She kissed him as her stood up.
"And hurry back!"
It was not hard to find Tomoko Saeki in the Last Round. She was the sole female figure, surrounded by a dozen tattooed men. As they cheered her on, she drained a beer, then licked the glass. She turned and pretended to toss it at the man behind the bar.
"Was it a slow day, Toreda?" she cried out.
The bartender shook his head, like he'd seen it all before.
"I've seen worse. Who's got next round?"
She held court at the bar, surrounded by several potential suitors. Her grey dress barely covered the most interesting parts of her body.
"Well if it isn't Primero. My study buddy," she slurred.
Primero realized that she never meant to meet him at the library.
"Are you OK?"
"Never better. I'm legal today. And all these men are buying legal drinks. Right, handsome?" A decidedly un-handsome man stared at her chest.
"I'll buy you the best whisky this place has, if I can drink it off your tits." Primero started to worry when the man tried to put himself between Primero and Tomoko. "You can't drive like this. Let me take you home."
"No need." She waved a hotel key at him. "I'm staying next door. Daddy's money bought me the best room there. Not that he'd notice. Maybe I should take a man with me."
Before Primero realized what was going on, she had two men help her onto the bar. Then, she stood up. "Ladies and gents, we have a special at the bar tonight. One night only." Was she undoing her dress? "One night only. Perfectly legal, head cheerleader, tits and ass." Tomoko threw her hands up and let her dress slide to the bar. She stood naked, save her heels. The mirror behind the bar showed her back half- there wasn't a square inch of Tomoko not on display. "Now what am I bid? One thousand? Two thousand? Three?" She squatted down, exposing herself to the mad, noisy crowd.
Primero could not help but look. As she leered down to the heckling men, her titties perked up. And the pink of her pussy opened ever so slightly. It was then he remembered where he saw that vag before. He had seen it at the concert, on the platform with the drummer. That was Tomoko! The whole bar seemed to erupt. Primero felt somebody grab him from behind. It was the bartender, Toreda.
"Get her out of here. NOW!"
The love hotel was a blurry mix of chrome and tacky wallpaper. Lights glared; shadows beckoned. Primero got her into her room and into her bed. He went to use the toilet before he left. After he washed his hands he opened the door. Tomoko stood a couple of feet away from the door. The tshirt Primero gave her was back on the bed.
"One of us is not naked." She stepped forward. "Let me fix that."
A moment later, his pants were at his ankles. She turned her back on him, placing his hands on her tits. They both fell onto the bed. "Tell me what you want," she purred as she ground against him. Her entire body seemed to be in motion. Do what you have to, Kotomi had said. He doubted that Kotomi meant to have him go skin to skin with Tomoko. Then again, she didn't say not to. "Show me that little cunny of yours."
"I thought you'd never ask." She pushed his head downward. getting down to her navel. He went the rest of the way. Her giggles became sighs, then moans, as his tongue started to explore her sweet, salty, sweaty womanhood. A feeling of warmth engulfed Primero as he dove deeply into the lady parts of Tomoko Saeki. It was her turn. Primero looked down, as the face of Tomoko disappeared into his crotch. Her lips embraced him, as waves of pleasure shuddered his body until he released. As he lay back, she joined him.
"So," she asked. "What else shall we do?"
"Um, would you like to join the gymnastics team?"
"I like the way you recruit, Primero." She got up. "Rope."
"You tell your girlfriend I'll be at practice. My event is rope. I'll even bring my own. Then after that, you and me are going to the fanciest restaurant in town. Bring your wallet."
Primero stood there, numb.
"I'm guessing Kotomi asked you to talk to me, not screw me. So I won't tell her. But my silence is golden." She threw Primero's tshirt back at him and put on the robe that came with the room. "You owe me, Primero, and I have expensive tastes. Take me to the mountains, the beach, even the moon, if I want you to. I'll let you know when we're even."
Did he have a choice?
"Now, leave me!"


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Chris Wilczynski, ASGCA received his Bachelor of Landscape Architecture from Michigan State University in 1994 and is a member of the American Society of Landscape Architects, United States Golf Association and the Michigan Golf Course Superintendents Association in addition to the ASGCA. Chris is a registered Landscape Architect with the State of Michigan. Chris formed C.W. Golf Architecture in 2010, after two productive, award-winning decades at Arthur Hills/Steve Forrest and Associates, golf course architects. During his tenure there, as lead architect and partner, he was responsible for a host of original designs and renovations that garnered national design plaudits. He teamed with Arthur Hills to complete approximately 20 golf course design projects ranging from upscale public, private and resort courses to residential golf communities and golf renovation projects. Chris' professional background and experience allow him to provide golf course architectural design and consulting to the entire golf industry.
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9/23/2014, 5:35 p.m.
UNITED NATIONS (AP) — In the first international test for his climate-change strategy, President Barack Obama pressed world leaders Tuesday to follow the United States' lead on the issue, even as a United Nations summit revealed the many obstacles that still stand in the way of wider agreements to reduce heat-trapping pollution.
"The United States has made ambitious investments in clean energy and ambitious reductions in our carbon emissions," Obama said. "Today I call on all countries to join us, not next year or the year after that, but right now. Because no nation can meet this global threat alone."
But none of the pledges made at Tuesday's one-day meeting was binding. The largest-ever gathering of world leaders to discuss climate was designed to lay the groundwork for a new global climate-change treaty. It also revealed the sharp differences that divide countries on matters such as deforestation, carbon pollution and methane leaks from oil and gas production:
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— The United States decided not to join 73 countries in supporting a price on carbon, which Congress has indicated it would reject.
— And minutes after Obama said "nobody gets a pass," Chinese Vice Premier Zhang Gaoli insisted the world treat developing nations, including China, differently than developed nations, allowing them to release more heat-trapping pollution. China, the No. 1 carbon-polluting nation, signed on in support of pricing carbon and vowed to stop the rise of carbon-dioxide emissions as soon as possible.
"Today we must set the world on a new course," said United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-Moon, who added that pricing carbon was critical. "Climate change is the defining issue of our age. It is defining our present. Our response will define our future."
In some ways, the summit, which was part of the annual U.N. General Assembly, answered that call.
The European Union said its member nations next month were set to approve a plan that would cut greenhouse gases back to 40 percent below 1990 levels by 2030. The EU also called for using renewable energy for 27 percent of the bloc's power needs and increasing energy efficiency by 30 percent.
The United States will not release its new emissions targets until early next year.
"There were not that many surprises," said Connie Hedegaard, the top climate official for the European Commission, referring to Obama's speech.
Hedegaard said the first-ever limits on carbon from power plants, proposed by Obama back in June, were "a good signal to send, but after today we will still have to wait until first quarter of 2015 to see how ambitious the United States will be."
By 2020, China will reduce its emissions per gross domestic product by 45 percent from 2005 levels, Zhang said. But because economic growth in China has more than tripled since 2005, that means Chinese carbon pollution can continue to soar. Still, outside environmentalists hailed the country's promises because they went beyond any of China's previous statements.


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The new quiet room will include a mood lighting and reading material on dealing with stress and anxiety. New furniture and a radio and speaker has also been bought for The Nest Room.
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Social Justice Champion
Here is the text of the plaque that was presented to Jim yesterday.
We the members of Cleveland's progressive community recognize Jim Schlecht for his thirty years of exemplary service to the least among us and his ability to demonstrate compassion on the streets of Cleveland. We recognize his struggle for mercy and peace in a society that does not always embrace the Beatitudes. Cleveland is a better place to raise a family because of Jim Schlecht's work everyday to reduce hunger and homelessness and find justice for the persecuted. Presented this 24th Day of April 2012.
We have put together a photo display from the event here.
I will post my comments from the event sometime this week.
Brian Davis
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This professor wanted to see pictures of your penis — for science. Not anymore.
Update: Alicia Walker released a statement saying she decided to "voluntarily" cancel the study, citing "public reaction."
It was all in the name of science.
But at first, the request sure did sound odd.
Alicia Walker, an assistant professor of sociology at the Missouri State University, was asking people to send in pictures of their penises for a scientific study, according to The Springfield News-Leader. The research was supposed to look at the relationship between the size of a man's privates and his mental health, sexual activity and self-image, among other things.
She has since canceled the study, citing "public reaction."
But these weren't your usual penis pictures, Walker told The Springfield News-Leader.
"These are not sexy pictures," she said. "These are clinical pictures."
According to the study's research portal, Walker was seeking the nude images from men over the age of 22. She wanted men to measure the girth and length of their penis when it is both erect and flaccid — and send in images "of your penis with the measuring device."
She offered specific instructions for interested participants so they could accurately record the width and length of their privates.
(In case you're wondering, the average length of an erect penis is just under 5.2 inches, according to a 2015 study from King's College London. Other studies have found similar results.)
Walker told The College Fix that she hoped to record data from at least 3,600 subjects — but that the people she already studied had offered interesting findings.
"The men I've talked to thus far are in a great deal of distress because of how we view penis size at present," she wrote in an email to the outlet. "And how they feel is absolutely impacting their condom use, their willingness to even attempt to approach potential sexual partners, and even going to the doctor for a physical exam.
"Their physical health is actually impacted by how they feel about their penis. This isn't a frivolous study."
In the quest to receive the penis pictures, a research assistant for Walker advertised the study on the "Small Dick Problems" subreddit.
One user on the subreddit asked why the study would require images in the first place.
"This is because we ask for specific measurements of length and girth," the assistant answered, "and to ensure data validity and uniform measurement we must ensure all participants are correctly using the bone press method."
The bone press method involves measuring your penis from the bone at the base of your pelvis to the tip.
There is also an interview portion of the study that doesn't involve sending in any pictures, the assistant wrote on the subreddit.
Walker added that all types of people with a penis — including intersex, genderqueer and transgender people — were welcome to participate, according to The College Fix. "There are many individuals who could contribute to the study," she wrote, "that were not [Assigned Male At Birth] or that [do] not identify as being male."
In a statement to The Springfield News-Leader, Missouri State wrote "academic freedom is a core component of a liberal arts university" — and Walker's study was allowed to proceed. It does not receive funding from the government or the university.
Walker lamented that some people are making a mockery of her study, even though she says the issue has serious consequences for men.
"A lot of men carry secret anxiety," she told The Springfield News-Leader, "because of their penis size."
"It's serious," she added. "Some of them actually attempted suicide."
Correction: A previous version of this story incorrectly stated that Walker left comments on Reddit, when it was in fact a research assistant. It also incorrectly quoted Walker's reason for canceling the study. This story has been updated to reflect those changes.


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New Challenge New Beginnings
In this issue, if you have never read a Julian Stockwin book, you will want to after reading our feature interview with Julian.
A special thank you to contributors in this issue; Johnny Mercer MP, Alex Cooper, Rich Harpham, Amanda Foster and Lisa Brydon.
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Unfortunately, Kim Kardashian's Givenchy wedding dress and her Balmain reception dress are not for sale, but we did find the "Just Married" leather jacket that she slipped on after the wedding festivities. We first saw the couple's matching leather jackets when the Kim and Kanye snapped a picture together in their wedding photobooth, but we just assumed that the jackets were custom made like everything else Kim wore during her time in Europe. But, lucky for you, we were wrong.
The reality star simply purchased the jacket like a normal person (shocker!) and hired artist, Wes Lang to add the bird image and text. The BLK DNM Leather Jacket 1 is available for $895 on Shopbop, which is definitely a steal compared to the rest of the outftis Kim wore on her wedding trip. Now you can dress just like Kim K, and you don't even have to get married.
BNK DNM Leather Jacket 1 ($895)
For more celeb style, check out: Sarah Jessica Parker's dress, Taylor Swift's romper, and Jessica Simpson's Mara Hoffman swimsuit.
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In a surprise to no one, Spain clinched their spot in the 2018 World Cup, securing the top spot in Group G of the UEFA qualifiers following their 3-0 win over Albania. More
Even though for the last three years Fernando Torres has mostly been that player who made a very expensive move to Chelsea where he has been mostly a pretty big failure, there's a lot more from his career that will help him be remembered a bit more fondly as a footballer once it's all over and he hangs up his boots. More
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A court Thursday granted bail to AAP MLA Amanatullah Khan, a day after he was arrested in connection with a sexual harassment case filed by his sister-in-law. A Metropolitan Magistrate court granted bail to the AAP leader on the basis of a plea filed by his lawyers. He was produced in court after the completion of one-day police custody.
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The Okhla MLA was arrested a week after Delhi Police booked him on charges of sexual assault and harassment levelled by his sister-in-law. Khan (42), and his brother were booked on charges under sections 354, 506, 509, 498A and 120B of the Indian Penal Code at Jamia Nagar police station after his sister-in-law approached police last week.


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Banana bread
Last week I posted about my mishaps getting usable sunflower seeds from the flowers we grew. I ended up with about a cup of extra extra toasted, semi-crushed sunflowers seeds. I considered baking bread, but I had a couple loaves of store-bought, and I wasn't 100% sure what they would do in a yeast bread. Could I just add them in, or would they replace just a bit of the flour?
Instead, I went with what I know- a quick bread. The choice was also steered by remembering I had some banana puree in the freezer.
It's hard to go wrong with quick breads and muffins. One can get away with lots of substitutions in a quick bread, so they are perfect recipes to play with. Playing with a quick bread recipe means adding nutrition and using up good food that doesn't have another obvious purpose. I've added in the past: browned apples, leftover thawed blueberries, and the twelve raisins and two almonds sitting in a bowl that were originally served as oatmeal toppings. You can even add leftover oatmeal itself.
In my double batch of banana bread, I added all the toasted sunflower seeds I had, and substituted most of the white flour in the Betty Crocker recipe with wheat flour, gluten, wheat germ, and wheat bran. One of my boys asked, "Are these chocolate chips in here?" That was how toasted the sunflowers were! Brown, but not burnt. Was it a disservice to his nutritional education that I let him believe they were chocolate? Either way, yum.
more about time
Last week I shared what I don't do with my time.
What's more important is how I do spend it.
A key to leading a purposeful life is to choose where the time goes, rather than let it slip through your fingers. Easier said than done.
Back in my corporate days, in order to increase efficiency, our director ordered a time audit of the operators on the manufacturing floor. They were observed for a week or so, and every single movement they did was recorded. As you might guess, they found it just a wee bit insulting that management thought a group of strangers could tell them how to do their job faster. I cringe at the thought of any time audit results on my Mama Days. Just how much time did I waste this morning, running back to the house for an extra coat, then my coffee cup, and finally my wedding ring I took off while cutting out biscuits? My aunt thinks pretty much everybody in our family has undiagnosed ADD. Some days I agree, others not. How could I not be frazzled taking care of three kids, two of which are twins that still need constant fighting break-ups, and one of which is two years old and often doesn't sleep through the night?
But, doesn't it sound interesting to know?- where does the time go? Many nights I wonder what I did all day.
So, I'm going to find out. In a slightly less detailed scale than the corporate time audit. I've been recording every time I switch activities this week. It seems a little obsessive, maybe. I'll admit a propensity to do more record keeping than most would care to. But I think it's fun. And all those money management people are always advocating that one starts by figuring out where every dollar goes. This is the same concept, with time. The end goal is to ensure that I'm spending time on the activities that are important to me and my family.
I don't mean to suggest that every minute of the day needs to be productive. This little activity is meant to make sure I have enough time to relax, to play. Knowing that when I do, it's right where I'm supposed to be.
I'll post the results this weekend. I haven't done any tallying yet, but I can already tell you- I need to do some rearranging. To fit with what actually matters.
Things kids say 1.0
TKS (Things kids say) will be a regular feature on my blog. I won't be stating this again, but let me just say here at the first installment that I'm well aware my kids aren't the only ones messing up their words and saying quirky things about dating and God, as evidenced by all the forwards I get.
Setting the scene: Parker and I "reading" an animal board book with Greta. He loves animals, but books with only pictures and no words aren't what he typically wants read as a 5 year old when baby sister isn't present. So I'm "spicing it up" by inserting whatever random animal facts I can think of.
Mama: Do you know what a mama sheep is called?
Parker: No.
Mama: Ewe.
Parker (quizzically): Parker? [As in, "Pretty sure that's a weird name for a mama sheep, Mama, but that's what you just said, didn't you?"]
Flowers of the Sun
Please note, this is not in any way a how to manual for anything to do with sunflowers. What transpired here is a bastardization of actually advisable instructions readily available via your favorite search engine.
- Grow sunflowers. (I had nothing to do with this, but the other 80% of our family did. I'm told it's quite easy.)
- Let them get really tall.
- Send a couple to school for the boys' teacher. Worry that she won't like them and that they will be in trouble for bringing them on the bus.
- Chop down the flowers. Let them dry a few days outside.
- Make a total mess of the deck removing all the seeds from the flowers. They are remarkably fleshy.
- Pay boys $1 to clean up the deck.
- Soak half the seeds, still in the hulls, in salt water overnight.
- Roast at 200 degrees F, for about two hours. Store in an airtight container, as they will not be eaten anytime soon.
- Soak the second batch overnight.
- Roast at 350 degrees F for twenty minutes, because two hours was just too long to justify the oven being on merely for sunflower purposes.
- Decide second batch isn't done; is still damp. Leave on the counter.
- Rotate the two 9×13 pans around the counters wherever space is available for a few days. Maybe a week. Throw randomly in the oven a few times it's warm. Forget they're in the oven as it's preheating to 425 degrees for something else. At least once, maybe twice.
- Decide something must be done. Use them or ditch them.
- Take all the seeds/hulls in batches, place in a Ziploc sandwich baggie, and crush with rolling pin. It would be advisable to use a bigger Ziploc, but I had run out. One child will help, briefly, before deciding "it's too hard".
- Put crushedness into a juice pitcher with water, and skim hulls off the top. Into another pitcher.
- Determine pitcher isn't big enough, and fetch the big mixing bowl from the garage. Continue skimming hulls. Fill both pitchers with hulls.
- Decide rolling pin crushing didn't get out all the seeds. Get out food processor, and run the hulls through in batches.
- Repeat skimming procedure with the twice-crushed hulls/seeds. In another bowl, so as not to contaminate the only once-crushed hulls/seeds. In case the twice-crushed don't work. Like any part of this is working.
- Obtain about one cup of crushed sunflower seeds. Stick in the fridge.
- Clean the two pitchers, two mixing bowls, and the food processor. Think about how all the water used in rinsing and skimming, repeat repeat, and then washing kitchen equipment, probably totally negates the benefits of extracting these seeds.
- Clog the disposal with the hulls stuck to everything, even though 90% go into the compost container.
- Unclog the disposal, hoping to complete task before husband comes home. Know he will not be happy I thought I could send even a cup of sunflower seed hulls down it.
- Wonder what I'm going to do with my "bounty". Bread, muffins? I'll let you know.
A boy's bunk = diary of a five old (if it was written by his mama, that is)
On Sunday I was invited to take a tour. The proprietor offered me a free ticket, and said he'd put my name on "the list" for a private viewing, so I went. On up to Auden's bunk.
Here is my tour guide.
Like any good tourist, I brought my camera. Like any friend of a tourist, you may not find the recitation of the trip as exciting as I did. But something about Auden's bunk is so HIM; I just have to document it.
Do you remember back when you weren't big enough to fill a whole twin bed? And the rest of the space could be used as storage? I have vague recollections I kept precious treasures in my bed, but not to this extent. Until I took this tour, I knew he had a lot of stuff of up there, but I hadn't appreciated its organization or just how much there was.
Auden shares a room with his twin. His bunk is the only space that is his, and his alone. When we got them bunk beds a few years ago, I decided not to allow for any top bunk/bottom bunk squabbling. I assigned Auden to the top bunk, Parker to the lower, and set up the bed with their pillows and blankets while they were out. [btw, highly recommend on the bunk beds spacewise and fortwise]
I knew Auden would have a greater need for his own space. With Parker, wherever he is, that's his space. To Parker at least. Simple. A squirmy, cuddling extrovert, he makes friends at every park, and thinks the whole world is his oyster. When you're an introvert with a twin like this, you need the top bunk.
The first thing you will notice is Auden loves spiders,
and Star Wars.
Auden began by highlighting his "collection". While it appears to me everything in the bunk is a collection, the collection known simply as "my collection" is the shells.
You might be wondering about the motor oil box.
I'd been thinking about adding some type of shelf or cupboard. After seeing the bed storage, you'll see why. One day a certain two year old sister had practiced her ladder skills one too many times for Auden's taste, and this quickie box idea was born. It utilized green knobs I replaced on a hand-me-down dresser. They were a bit ugly on the dresser, but I think any knob works on a cardboard box, don't you? They're attached with some scrounged washers and handmade cardboard spacers. Try creating your own cardboard furniture sometime. It's really kind of fun. Someday I may devise an actual shelf made of wood.
After shells, Auden steered my attention to a small shelf that came with the bed. A short history of the bunk bed- My dad made the bed for my two younger sisters. After traveling with the youngest to college, it made its way to our house for two brothers. I think the shelf was an add-on request for nighttime reading.
Auden uses it for that, and more. The left side contains "maps", which is what Auden and Parker call any instruction book or brochure. They've referred to their LEGO maps for years, and I haven't had the heart to correct it. It's accurate in a way, isn't it? On the right, a collection of Spiderman tales.
Then with a Bionicle box neatly separating, we have a few matchbox cars and marbles,
and some shiny rocks.
Notice under the rocks, yet more storage. He demonstrated a procedure to place his beloved Star Wars LEGO book under his shelf and pillow. It involved his "computer", and pressing the computer's "button", which is also visible in the rock picture- the bolt in the corner.
Finally, no child's bed should be without stuffies.
For their first few years, the boys had no interest at all in stuffed animals. I chalked it up to a boy thing, and continued to long for a girl. Lo and behold, around 3 1/2 years, they both attached to bunnies we'd had in the house since they were infants. Since then, Parker's dropped the bunny, which is nice, because Auden has two. A side benefit of twinship is that when you're given two things, and only one twin likes them, he has a replacement for when his own breaks or gets lost. Wood the cat and the Husky dog (Go Huskies!) occupy the top affection spot now.
And there you have it. Being the mama of this five year old is a great place to be.
24 Hours- I'm OK and you're OK
I will admit it. When I left work to stay home with the kids, I thought I could do it better. Better than my husband did, better than my mother, better than quite a few mamas I know (although I know a lot of great mamas- at least as good as them). I had high aspirations. My kids would be happier, because I'd consistently help them work through their difficulties, and they would in turn be so emotionally fulfilled by this guidance and my attention that all fighting would cease. Our bottom line would improve, even though I wasn't working, because I'd frugally shop for healthy foods and make meals from scratch. And save even more by making other items to our exact style and size specifications- clothing, curtains, laundry soap. Our home would be clean, organized, and inviting. Hahahaha.
Here's what I've realized. And it's not earth-shattering. Everybody has the same amount of time each day. Nobody has enough. And no one can do it all. Not that lady with the perfect smart well-adjusted kids and perfect style that suits just them. Not the woman that is well-spoken and up on current events, so much so I don't dare try to talk to her, as my world has recently gotten smaller, not bigger.
But everybody's cutting corners somewhere.
Some people are better at hiding where than others.
I know a woman who cuts a giant corner off her own sleep. Women who all but cut out cooking. Others cut a social life, spending time with their kids, or having any kids at all. *Some people don't spend any time on the internet.* Shock.
I've been taking joy in finding people's corners. I know, I know, it's not healthy. But some people just seem so perfect. It's those people I quietly jealousize, and then they say, "I haven't taken any pictures of Susan since last Christmas." Or, "We never really go to the park." And I think, "Oh, she isn't perfect." EVERYBODY has a corner. They have to.
What any person spends their time on demonstrates their value system. Whether they are intentional about it or not. It's easy to let time go to waste, watching tv. Or my time waster- googling random inconsequential things.
I, it's become obvious, take corners with the care of my house. I really do want a house where a friend can stop by, and not have to trip over toys to come into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. And I wouldn't have to cringe if the friend heads to the bathroom, because she may step on cat litter and find mildew in the bowl. But this house I do not have.
Right now it's the corner I'm taking. A giant big dirty disgusting corner. That and plently other little ones. It's less important to me than my kids, or my sleep, or my food. To me. And that's ok. Your own corner, whatever it is, is ok too.


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Exploring the School of Art Collection – 2016
As part of the first year art history module Exploring the School of Art Collections, students have the opportunity to write a small piece for this blog. This year the group focused on our photography collection. Each student had the opportunity to choose from a selection of prints from British, American and Italian photographers active in the mid 20th century. They only had one week to undertake some research before presenting their drafts. They all worked very hard on these projects so please take the time to view their efforts.
Karen's Cabinet of Curiosities September 2017
Curiosity: Noh mask
Country of origin: Japan
Created: 19th century or early 20th century (?)
Measurements: 405mm x 382mm
Material: Wood, gesso, horsehair, glass, paint, papier mâché
Noh is the name of the classical Japanese form of theatre. It developed from the earlier performance styles Dengaku no Noh (field music performance) and Sarugaku ("monkey music") during the 14th century. During Dengaku, there would be acrobatics and juggling; Sarugaku had comical components and had developed from Shinto rituals. Whereas Dengaku performers would alternate the singing and the more physical parts of their show, Sarugaku actors sung and danced/mimed simultaneously; after 1420, they would also be supported by a choir. Sarugaku also became more serious over the decades and began to supplant Dengaku in the second half of the 14th century. Father and son Kan'ami Kiyosugu (1333-84) and Zeami Motokiyo (1363-1443) were famous actors of their time and are chiefly responsible for outlining the rules and conventions of the austere, dramatic art of Noh, which are still being adhered to today. Zeami explains, for example, that "the writing of No consists of three stages: choice of "seed" (subject), construction and composition. The "seed" is the story on which the play is based. This story must be well considered and divided into Introduction, Development and Climax. …Then the words must be put together and the music joined to them." (The No Plays of Japan, Arthur Waley) Continue reading
Lifelong Learning Course "Looking at Art" starting 18th October 2017
"What's New?" – exhibition at the Ceramic Gallery, Aberystwyth Arts Centre, 9 September – 5 November 2017
Karen's Cabinet of Curiosities August 2017
Curiosity: Opium pipe
Country of origin: China
Maker: Unknown
Created: 19th century (?)
Measurements: 558mm
Material: Bamboo and metal (possibly tin or brass)
Music and Art: Alternative Facts with Chris Grooms at the School of Art Gallery, Thursday 27 July 11am
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Climb to Conquer Suicide
Aug 30 – Sept 8, 2019
Register for the 5th annual 46Climbs national event!
It doesn't matter if you have never climbed a mountain before or if it is your profession, you too can be part of this remarkable community. Choose a mountain or group of mountains (large or small) and climb/hike anytime between August 30th – September 8th. Climb/hike as an individual or a team. The event starts the Friday before Labor Day Weekend and runs through the week until the following Sunday.
Donate $25 or more and register your climb/hike. You will receive a 46Climbs package – A dry fit t-shirt, and (for the first 500 participants) a bandana and a sticker. When you reach the summit, take a picture wearing your shirt or holding up your bandana and post it on any social media platform (Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram) with the hashtag #46Climbs. During the event, watch as the pictures and stories flow in from all across the country (and world).
Perhaps climbing/hiking isn't your thing or you are unable to participate. You can still help! Please consider making a donation to help conquer suicide.
Funds raised go to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
"Seeing other participants on the trails and hearing their stories. I actually extended my fundraiser through the month of September, climbing at total of 109 miles, 40,000 ft in elevation and $1636 raised. This event brought out an outpouring of generosity and love, joining us all in humanity. This experience has changed my life."– Jennifer Bonfanti
"Feeling part of a personally meaningful fundraiser as a way of remembering not only our daughter, but others close to us who have lost loved ones to suicide." – Phil Falconer
"On the day of hike #2, my sister-in-law and I were asked about the event. We both have lost someone to suicide. It was emotional to talk about it but incredibly important and it also has a healing quality to it. This is such an amazing event. I am truly proud to participate and am a lifer for sure! Thanks to both of you and your incredible team at 46Climbs for creating this experience for so many of us and for all those in need of our support and care." – Mary Lammi


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Are you increasingly trying to identify meaningful ways your faculty can contribute to and improve student learning and success?
Our experience has led us to believe that faculty members are the best and often least-tapped resources in student success efforts.
And the best place to involve faculty in student success work is within the courses that they teach.
This short (less than 1 minute) video gives a brief introduction to Gateways to Completion process, an evidence-based approach that helps faculty create and implement redesign plans that improve teaching, learning, and success in historically high-failure-rate courses.


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I had the pleasure of working with my husband's cousin Jen and Robert. They wanted a party with NW rustic vibes with a splash of glam and they are huge music fans!
The ceremony was held under the gazebo which we referred to as the "manger" because without anything that's what it looks like.
I added draping to both sides (that was interesting as I had never done that before but it all worked out with a staple gun – ha). The florists (family friend) added 3 statements pieces above where J + R stood and the guests were provided wood benches to keep the NW rustic vibe.
The reception space was transformed by Bridal Bliss and the Lovely Night team (CORT setup the draping Thursday).
The tables were covered in navy linens accompanied by a wood round in the middle of the table. On top of the round were two glass vases filled with moss and white candles. We added a single blush rose and one white dahlia that laid level with the wood round to complete the NW table scape.
Seeing my family laugh, dance, drink and be happy all afternoon and evening made for a successful event and I was so honored to be a part of it!!
Catering: A Lovely Night | Dessert: Kristina Bartleson | DJ: Wayne's World of Music | Photographer: Maurice Photo Inc | Rentals: CORT Party Rental + Sweet Buffet Lady | Transportation: British Motor Coach | Videographer: Belscope Weddings


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When you are searching online for "acoustic panels canada"
Not everyone that shows up in the search results is actually from Canada. Quite a few only ship to Canada. Go to their website, and click on the "contact us" button to see where they are located. About half of the listings are from the States. Make sure the acoustic panel supplier is located in Canada.
Do you want to install the acoustic panels yourself?
If you plan to install the acoustic panels in your office or restaurant, there are three or four acoustic panel providers, besides ourselves. You can purchase them from the US also.
If you do not want to install the acoustic panels yourself, then read on.
No, I don't want to install the acoustic panels myself. I would like the Vendor or manufacturer to install them.
If you want the manufacturer or Vendor to install the acoustic panels, then your choices are limited, to us (TheQuietRoom.ca) and two other commercial vendors.
Should the acoustic panel installers be insured?
Yes, make sure the acoustic panel installers are insured, with Liability insurance of at least one million dollars. If you are unsure the installer has insurance, ask for proof of insurance.
What if the vendor I purchased the acoustic panels from, subcontracted the installation out to someone else?
This makes things a little more confusing. You are now dealing with two companies should you have any issues. Insist on the Vendor installing the acoustic panels themselves. TheQuietRoom.ca manufacturers and installs our acoustic panels ourselves.
What type of guarantee should I be asking for, regarding acoustic panel performance?
You should be asking for a full money back guarantee. If you are not satisfied for any reason with the acoustic panels, the vendor/installer should come back, take down the acoustic panels and refund your money.
What is an acceptable lead time, from the time of purchase of the acoustic panels, to installation?
Typically, 2 to 3 weeks lead time is all the Vendor should require to have the acoustic panels, manufactured, delivered and installed.
How do I know the acoustic panels will be professional looking? I have seen some panels online that look like pillows covered with fabric!
Look to the acoustic panels supplier's references. Go into a restaurant that they have done and have a look. Call up the references and get some feedback!
Ask for pictures of previous jobs. Make sure that the Vendor manufactures the acoustic panels with a hard edge or an internal frame to keep the visible lines tight Not all acoustic panels are made the same.
How do I know if the vendor is supplying to many or too few acoustic panels?
To ensure you are getting the appropriate number of acoustic panels and the proper coverage, use our acoustic panel coverage calculator.
Can I choose the fabric that will be used on the acoustic panel?
We have over 100 different acoustic fabric styles and colours to choose from. The fabric that offer is acoustically transparent.
What if I don't like the style or colours you offer for you acoustic panels? Can I have images, text or logos printed on the fabric?
Yes, you can have images, text and logos printed on our special acoustic fabric. These types are typically called decorative acoustic panels.


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