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Please feel free to share any short stories or poems or what have you here, whether they relate to your SAP empire or not. We do ask you try to keep them a reasonable size, if they're too long then ideally just link to somewhere like the Google Doc (make sure to make it so those with a link can view it) or where ever.
(I'm hijacking this thread to be the writing equivilant to the Show Off Your Arts Stuffs thread.)
Not SAP related, this is actually what I wrote down as part of my AP English Language final exam-
The room I'm in shakes and sways with the movement of the craft I'm in. I have jitters, it's my first mission away from home territory and the stress is starting to get to me.
"Hey, rookie," a voice calls in front of me. I look to the source to see a rough looking man with kind eyes and a reassuring smile on his lightly bearded face. There's an insignia on his collar identifying him as a Chief Petty Officer.
" No need for shakes, this is an outpost we're hitting, not a fortress. At best we're gonna take some light fire, nothing to be scared about," said he, his expression easy and body relaxed in comparison to my tensed pose. I smile shakily in response.
" I know that, sir. I was logged into the brief too. Just, first time away from the family, you know?" He 'ah'ed' at my words. 'Family' was slang for the company you graduated from the Academy with. Mine was almost completely annihilated by orbital artillery some weeks back during an enemy offensive. What was left was split up and assimilated into other companies, as it was much simpler than pouring resources into reforming ours from near total destruction.
I don't know about the others, but I was given some weeks leave as a result of it, so I could recover and be naturalized into my new, adoptive 'family'.
The kind faced chief spoke again, "You're from the 272nd, aren't you?" I nod. " That explains it. You don't look like a bed wetter, you've got some death in you. Still, I wouldn't worry about this drop, we'll be fine." At this proclamation, the cabin shakes, the move too sudden to be simple turbulence.
" I don't know sir. I get the feeling it's going to be something none of us are going to like," I said. At this, the golden-bird grimaced, his face scrunching up in a rather humorous way.
"Bah, just send the enemy our sensor footprint while you jinx us, why don't you? I thought you knew better than to say things like that!" He exclaimed, eliciting some chuckles from the soldiers around us. I got a laugh in too, and checked my hands once more to realize they weren't shaking. I looked back up at the chief, who winked at me.
" Like I said, kid. This is nothing to be stressed about. Just another day on the job." We share a chuckle.
A light blinks on my display, signaling that it's time to get ready. My armor begins spooling, and my shields come online with a small chime and a shimmer of light.
"Alright, kids!" Calls the chief, the name "Hennericks" appearing above him as my HUD fully activates. "This is a routine drop. In case any of you forgot the briefing-" A few hesitant laughs start before dying out, "we're hitting a moderately sized FOB on the world below us. It's a levo-friendly, average garden world, so no need for filters, but it's still advised. Resistance will be mostly infantry with some armor support, nothing special." Going along with his words, a series of images and scans pop up in front of my eyes, illustrating what the NCO said. " Our objective is a missile battery about five kilometers to the planetary north-east from the outpost, so be on watch for patrols. We're to pop the missiles, and secure the site for further operations. Any questions?"
At this, a somewhat feminine voice pipes up, "Yeah, what color undies did you wear today?", drawing some laughs from the others in the dropship, and a smile from the lieutenant.
"Varmyn, I'm not wearing any underwear. I don't know about you, but it's damn hard to be comfortable in skivvies in this undersuit." My bearded superior said this without a trace of embarrassment, taking the jest with as much grace as one could when saying they were going commando. Granted, what he said was true. Chafing was not fun at all.
The pilot's voice came over the intercom, "Drop in four minutes, get ready." Our seats slid back shortly afterwards, and we darkened our visors. However, I had an annoying tingling at the back of my mind. It was rather bothersome actually, it was exactly like the one on Terryon, shortly before the attack that destroyed... my...
Eyes wide in panic, I looked to the lieutenant and blurted, " Chief! Something's wrong!"
He tilted his head at this, his face obscured by the now-opaque face mask. "Waddya mean, rook? Jitters back or som-"
Of course, it was here that everything went straight to hell.
A great 'boom' and the screech of metal is all I heard next, even as my helmet dampened the noise. We were hit by anti-aircraft fire, heavy by the looks of it, as a section of our rather heavily armored dropship was simply forced inward, decompressing the cabin and sucking a few unfortunate souls that were knocked loose by the impact out of the ship.
'Damndamndamn' I chanted in my head. The craft we were in was spinning, and I had to fight against the forces exerted upon me. The cockpit must have been destroyed, as I couldn't even contact the pilots. What was I, some sort of unlucky charm?! I attempted to manually launch the pod I was in, but the door wouldn't shut, and the locks wouldn't blow. I looked around the cabin once more, hoping beyond hope we wouldn't take more hits on the way. Well, that and land on rock or something like that. With my track record, we'd be likely to land in an active volcano.
I looked to see if the friendly chief was still alive, and to my relief he was indeed attempting to activate his pod, mirroring my actions. At least one thing was going right today.
There was time to keep trying. Better to hit the ground in a sealed pod than with just the safety bars holding me back. We were rather high up, so it would be some time before we hit the ground.
Of course, I was underestimating the speed of our fall.
Here was me, struggling to activate the drop pod I was in, before hills appeared in my peripherals. My last conscious thought was ' Oh damn, this is going to hurt.'
Then, everything went black.
Rain pelted my visor, and my boots crunched on the gravelled surface of Nocturne as I ran. I was driven not by rage or by purpose, but through sheer terror. I ran after Berezysky, who was barely visible in the thick hot smoke belching from the dischargers mounted on the dropship's stubby wings. It fired salvos of missiles into multiple targets, its twin Vulcan cannons roaring as they spat death toward the enemy . The dischargers too billowed hot smoke from its sides to help mask us from the enemies sight and infra-red, and scores of flares shot into the sky to deter missiles. the dropship had become a deadly firework show so loud my earphones could barely filter it. It was necessary to protect us, as well as the dropship itself, from the enemy because they were close, very close indeed.
I ran in a crouch through the smoke, the dear of death in me as I followed Berezysky toward the ditch that the dropship pilot had told us to use as cover.
We were the first ones out. There was an order to debussing that we were taught on Prometheus and had practice again and again using the Centurion's simulators during our voyage. The section command never went first, and neither would the second in command. This wasn't a cowardly thing by any means, the section command was so busy commanding the section, listening to the company radio network and planning his next action he often wasn't paying much attention to his own safety. Corporal Evans was right behind me, though.
'Move!' He yelled, with an urgency I had rarely heard from him.
The air crackled and hissed around my head as munitions punched through the air. We were being fired upon, and we were only being missed because of the sheer firepower being unleashed by the dropship. It wouldn't last forever, though. Adrenaline spurred my body even faster
'Get down!'
I threw myself into the ditch, rolling down the steep bank and into the a pool of cold water. I felt it soak under my armour and seep into my boots.
It was a drainage ditch, designed to keep the crops from been drowned in the heavy Nocturne rainfall. It ran for several hundred metres in both directions, and through the smoke my visor identified another section debussing from their dropship into the ditch a hundred metres or so off to my right.
Black smoke from the orbital bombardment drifted overhead from Hesiod city a few kilometres away, mixing in with the white smoke created by the dropships and smoke bombs fired by our own battalions own artillery.
Rounds ricocheted of the lip of the ditch, chucking great chucks of dirt down at me where I cowered in the blood-red mud.
Yeah, you heard right, I cowered. Overwhelmed by the sights and noise around me I had curled almost into a ball in the bottom of the ditch like a frightened child. In my defence, I hadn't done it consciously, rather my body's natural defence instinct had kicked in and told me to stay low and hide. It hadn't even reached my comprehension that what I was doing was against everything I had been taught to do since becoming a drop trooper.
Berezynsky was five metres to the right of me, lying against the lip of the ditch and firing in the direction of the enemy. He stole a quick glance down to me, his eyes a mixture of terror and anger
'Andy, what the hell are you doing?' He asked over the intercom. I think it's the most I ever heard him say.
To be honest I didn't have a clue what I was doing. The whole section had formed a line along the ditch and everyone was firing apart from me, but I still remained frozen on the spot
The dropship began to close its doors and shot backwards, its guns still roaring. Along with its battle brothers it would give fire support and air defence from the rear whilst it waited to be used again. I wished I could have gone with it, for then it was just us and the enemy.
'Andy, get up and fire you little weasel!' Somebody shouted, I think it was Chase.
'Get some rounds down!'
I was paralysed with fear. The voluntary nature of the Dropship Infantry and the intensity of its training often led people to believe that we were invincible, incapable of fear. People can talk themselves up as much as they like, but until they're in contact with the enemy for real they can never really know how they might react. My first reaction was a bad one, I was almost unable to move, I was so scared.
Boots slapped against the water at the bottom of the ditch behind me, and Joe Mac grasped me by the throat and threw me against the bank, his teeth bared, rifle held up as if he meant to smack me round the head with it.
'What are you doing? What the HELL are you doing?' He screamed, his face so close to mine our respirators almost touched. Spittle sprayed over his visor. He was beside himself, he must have ran half way along the ditch under fire just to get to me.
'I don't know!' I cried out, wild with terror.
'Get up there and put some rounds down the range now!'
I guess that was what I needed, a good kick up the arse. Whatever the enemy could do to me, Joe could probably do far worse. Training kicking back in, I crawled up the bank of the ditch and took aim.
The crimson red Nocturne surface was dazzling as it was terrifying. Angry dark pink clouds broiled high above, flickering with lighting or perhaps the flashes of battle between atmospheric fighters. Balls of flame would regularly break through the clouds and strike the ground far away, causing shockwaves so powerful I could feel them through my respirator. It was as through some great deity has decided to wreak terrible revenge on the land, but it was in fact our ships, high above, dropping kinetic weapons on the enemy. Nocturne was already a warzone, and it looked like hell.
When worlds collide
"How do you things live on this planet?" A pilots first and last remark. It took one swoop from the bladed arm of a L'tuk to smash his helmet wide open. His screams would be of great distress to his crew, but no more so than his body that would set on fire in the blistering sun. The rest of the crew piled off the trade vessel, none of them brave enough to say a word to the large L'tuk Harbour master monitoring the delivery.
"Dispose of his body Sargent, we don't have time for idiots like that." Bellowed the captain as he ordered his men off the ship, pointing and shoving as though his men couldn't perform basic tasks. The emotionless face of the L'tuk Harbour master looking on insited fear in the newer recruits, but in this job they had came to learn that you do what your captain tells you and you will stay alive. It took some time for the men to pile off the ship and line up ready for the Harbour master to Data log them for Identification purposes. The Harbour master got invasively close looking into the visers of the men deep at their faces before scanning them entirely. Row after row of men out there being catalogued for the security systems of the planet, It was tedious and bore no excitement for even the L'tuk, but it had to be done, the nest worlds were precious and few.
Once finally the Captain had been catalogued aswell he headed to the central podium of the deck. A crude block of Granite-like stone that had been worn down to the point that the steps were more of a ramp and you were better off stepping straight onto it. The painfully bright blue sun bore down on them harshely making even the tempered metal of their suits expand slightly. He set up his holographic projectors, 4 of them to present a secondary briefing to the crew and began his opening speach.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, here we have it, a very warm welcome to K'tar! and if you were wondering just how warm, the answer is 84 degrees celsius, it's also the height of winter and we are several degrees north of the equator of this world in particular." The captain jested as he began to continue his speach, the Harbour master made his way over.
"This my friends, is one of the alien life forms you were shown in the initial briefing. No, it is not a thing. No, it is not beast, it is, in fact, A living, breathing and occasionally murdering L'tuk." As the captain paused for a moment to let his crew gaze dumb struck at the Harbour master he set up the projections of three other life forms.
"And without further ado let me introduce the other inhabitants of this planet. This here is an Imayu, Strikingly tall and pale. He is faster than you can ever hope to be, so if you annoy one don't run. Next, a Sterk'r, Yes they look like frogs, no they are not frogs. That lush planet we came past you couldn't wait to land on? That's their home. You should be thankful that they're much less likely to kill you than a L'tuk." As he wrapped up showing the different aliens inhabiting K'tar he brought up the final projection showing the Cargo.
"The Cargo is light and heat sensitive so it will remain in the bay until night falls. Night falls in 41 hours. Aren't you just thrilled we made such good time getting here? you meet here 4 hours after nightfall and I won't let the Harbour master eat you. That's right kiddies L'tuk eat human flesh as a staple part of their diet. Enjoy your time mingling with the Inhabitants." The captain stepped off the podium rather happy with himself that he'd scared the living daylights out of his crew. He made his way into the harbour masters office to fill out paperwork as the crew dispersed onto the cities streets. Once they arrived in the office the door clamp sealed and he was able to remove his helmet.
"Good lord you didn't have to hit him so hard, I'm going to have to pay his family you know?" Remarked the captain somewhat irritated by the actions of the Harbour master.
"I didn't think your helmets were that flimsy, or I was that strong to be honest. It has been a long time friend, I am glad I convinced the Council to hire you for this shipment." The L'tuk replied, a bright welcoming tone in his voice.
"It's been too long T'ok. Far too long" The captain finished his sentence with a grin and reached out for a hand shake, a happy compromise for the two of them, the traditional L'tuk greeting of headbutting was a little too much for the Captain and L'tuk weren't the most frequent hugger. Releasing his hand he broke into laughing as he slumped into one of the chairs. "Do you think they bought the whole thing about human flesh?"
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Ignore the shaking, do not think of the outside. There is no danger, there is no fear. Only the objective. Open your eyes, see the instruments laid out before you. Remember your briefing. Remember your training.
Remember your first death. Remember your regiment. Honor your regiment.
Breathe in, breathe out. Ignore the pressure. Ignore your limits. You are not a machine. You are not the machine. The machine is not part of you, it is not an extension. The machine is you.
You are you.
Buzzing. Get ready. A thunderclap. Light. Falling.
Fire. Danger.
Remember your objective. In light of your duty, no obstacle is too great. An enemy. They go down, another tally for your shoulder. Your allies advance, and many a foe falls to your fury. You advance again. Comrades fall to the enemy, but there is little time to mourn. Pressing on is the only option. Duty before danger. Duty before fear. Duty before life.
We have taken the objective. Our mission is updated. Enemy counter attack, waves of lesser beings. Fire. Thunder.
Danger. Death.
You are wounded, but duty calls. You must fight on.
The new objective is near, the mission almost done.
A crack.
A lance of light severs your legs. Your team members drag your shell as you hold off the enemy. The objective is complete, extraction is coming.
The enemy marches on. You hold fast. Just a moment longer...
-Hrama 36th, Universal Era 831-
I'm driving home from a long day at the manufactory, my mother beside me, a small smile upon her face. It is a simple, dirty job, maintenance, but it is fulfilling. It keeps my family fed and my home maintained. It supports the effort against those blind fools in the Alliance, who are too caught up in their own hubris to realize their actions will end them. I know better. When I'm old enough, I plan to enlist, to bring the fight to those who shed the blood of my people and defend the homeland. I'm chatting amiably with mother, the megalopolis I call home covering the horizon when small objects tear through the sky. One is heading in my direction. My mother panics, and turns into a ditch. I can SEE the shockwaves rippling the air as my home is torn apart, just before my body is covered by a heavier one and wind tears overhead, rending everything around me and tearing my mother from my arms-
-Urmas 12th, UE 837-
My eyes open. It's been a long day, in the trenches, and even now the telltale 'crack crack' of modern weapons tears through the empty, dusty, gray sky. I stare up, unblinking, before an icon pops up in the corner of my vision. The CO is calling. I head briskly toward the briefing tent, gathered with hundreds of others.
"Our position is looking to be targeted by Alliance forces soon, troop composition and attack time unknown. All I know is that we're got some hours to dig in before we start seeing fire, so we need to prepare. Not much time, I know, but it's all we've got. A third of a day, at most. Your individual assignments will be handed out after this meeting." The commander droned on for some minutes after that, before dismissing us. I receive my assignment, as told. Gunner duty.
I arrive at my post shortly, and we set to work fortifying our location as best we can, keeping watch on the area and generally being aware of any small noise or strange bump in the land around me.
Suddenly, a scream tears the air as supersonic craft shoot low overhead, high yield missiles bursting open several artillery positions behind the line, as LOLO jumpers begin hitting the camp. Within moments, my gunners' nest is hit, and only one other soldier is alive in there with me, my good friend Alvren, who graduated the academy with me. We stand up and fire back as hard as we can, taking out any enemies unlucky enough to pop up in our sights. Minutes pass, and our guns take the lives of many a foe, and we grin in elation at the idea that we might hold, that we might win...
An enemy soldier bursts into our nest, and tackles Alvren as I'm turned around, firing at some enemies in the distance. I hear the struggle, and turn around just in time to see a knife tear into the throat of my friend. I stare at the corpse for a few seconds, giving the enemy time to stand up, but... Red. Everywhere. All I see is red, all I feel is rage. We'd been fighting these bastards for so long...
All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs as I drive toward the enemy, who is caught flat footed at the explosion of rage. I bash him in the faceplate with the butt of my rifle, taking him off balance before punching is neck. He tries to bring up the knife, but I pull my pistol and put some rounds in it, before proceeding to inflict as much damage to his head as I physically can.
After a few moments, all that remains of the enemy soldier's head is a dented helmet with a cracked plate, bits of flesh and brain matter seeping out alongside a deep, dark red. I stand up, and look around at the field, seeing our position beginning to yield, steadily, to the enemy. I heartily disagree with that idea.
I walk over to one of the gaps in our nest wall, and lift the machinegun that had been laying there. It will do nicely. I walk out of our nest and proceed to open fire on the enemies running around me. Our position will not fall. I will not fall.
I tear into another squad of troopers, who are taken by surprise at the sight I pose, and fire back quickly. I take hits, but my armor holds.
The next hours or minutes, I cannot tell, pass in a blur, punctuated only by feelings of victory at a kill or pain, at a wound.
Time resumes as I stand at a hill, my allies long dead as I stand before the oncoming onslaught of Alliance forces. My weapons had been exhausted, and I resorted to scavenging the dead for any ammunition I could find. The battlefield burns around me and is stained with the blood of thousands of men and women on both sides. Still, more stand before me, advancing on my position, that of a lone gunner on a hill, wounded, tired... NO. I cannot fall. I cannot fail. I fire upon the enemy, who try to swarm me, and I claim more, adrenaline enveloping my very being, assisted by stimulants and pure, undiluted, limitless rage.
Their advance falters, their attempts at taking the hill proving fruitless. A hypervelocity round nearly tears me apart, but I get to cover when I see the tank approaching, lift a rocket launcher, and fire. The armored rocket weathers the vehicles' interception systems and impacts the hull, sending the turret up in a blaze of fire and force.
I fire once more, taking wild shots at groups of soldiers to keep them down.
I begin to tire, my wounds wearing on me. A dozen bloodied, ragged and boiling holes announce the presence of bullet and laser wounds, the armor being the only thing keeping my body together at this point...
Another boom, and I'm sent flying. I see a tank I had apparently missed before, its main gun oriented toward me. I cannot feel my legs as I land. Must have lost them in the explosion.
The enemy begins advancing once more, and I bare my sidearm, firing on the approaching forces before that too runs out.
An enemy footman walks up to me, his posture gloating and victorious in my defeat. My helmet was damaged in the fight, and it is removed, exposing my bloodied, white face and reddened teeth, snarling at the enemy...before my lips turn up.
The sky glows above me, though the others don't realize it. I know what it means, though.
"I... Win."
Columns of light reach down across the land, erasing thousands from existence. I smile as the Alliance soldiers panic and scream. I win.
I lay in the mud and blood, body shattered but spirit unbroken. Down, but not fallen.
I close my eyes and experience only euphoria. I do not even feel the heat and wind of the SHEL rendering my body less than dust.
"Is...ny-n-t-ere? -ete?"
A man jumps in shock, recognizing the voice.
"Shit, Sam, is that you?!"
"Y-ah, su-e is...Ev-yth-n-ood down th-re, Peter?"
Peter keeps adjusting the frequencies as his friend's voice starts to clear. Sounds...tired.
"Yeah, man. What about you?"
"I'm g-d...C-ld be be-ter..."
Peter knew what he meant. The battle up in space had...not gone well.
"I w-s lis-ning in o- s-me of our b-ys downst-rs..."
Peter grimaced at that.
"Yeah. We've got a warship down here, doing its best to tear us a new ass."
"I c-n t-ke care of th-t."
"What, you got some secret friends none of us knew about?"
Sam's next words made a pit in Peter's stomach.
"N-xt best th-g. Station b-ster I ha-nt used y-t."
"...Sam, those don't have enough range to reach from your position." Peter was looking at his friend's IFF icon on the sensor screen, holding a decaying orbit some twenty thousand kilometers up.
The radio was finished clearing up.
"I know."
"We can find an alternat-"
"No. You won't."
Peter shut up at that. It was true. There were no nearby artillery or intact aircraft or ships. Or...anywhere, really. They'd all been destroyed, or were in the drydocks.
"Dont worry. I'll pull up and out. Eject. Maybe." A harsh cough and a splatter.
"Bird's gone to shit, though. Might not make the trip."
"But will your body make it?"
"Million dollar question, Pete."
Peter was silent.
Over the radio, he could hear his old friend adjusting his craft for reentry toward their position.
Up in space, the cabin had begun shaking as the engines revved up their power, the spacebourne fighter craft barely holding together.
The F-56 Wyvern. Undisputed king of the skies... His crew was either dead or unconscious. He was the last one up. Enemy'd gone landward, and Samuel was the only unit able to act in any meaningful manner.
Flames began licking up the sides of the view, cameras warping under the heat, some going out entirely.
"Hey...Pete." Sam rubbed his wounds through the airtight suit, voice tranquil.
"Yeah, Sam."
Warning, extreme altitude drop. Caution, atmospheric entry in progress.
"Remember that...stupid song I used to sing all the time?"
"Which one?"
"When we were kids, I'd always wanted it as a callsign whenever we'd play together."
"The one you never shut up with when you found out your squadron name?"
Sam smiled. Altitude, 10k. Target zone locked.
"Yeah. Wanna sing it with me again? For memory's sake?"
"...sure, Sam. Whatever you want."
A grin. "If I didn't know any better, Pete, I'd take that as somethin' bad..."
Some static as the communications fuzzed out.
"Sam...what the hell. Maybe some of the others'd join in."
"They'd better. I've got this shit-" Cough, spit. Splat. Another glob of red. "-on harddrive."
Sam pressed a button. Nothing.
A chuckle. "Well, shit. Took my music... fuck it. You know the words, don't you?"
"Yeah, heh. I do. Hard to forget 'em."
"C'mon, then, Pete."
"Hello you...Yes it's me...You can't come back. Flyin' free...Ya think ya found...all that you...need...."
Sam drifted off, awaiting the response.
"Fly away, fly away. To your new home. Across the seas."
5k. It's coming close.
"Leave your nest, oh baby, be the best thing...that you've been..."
"Fly on, thunderbird fly! Fly on! Spread your wings to the sky!"
"Fly on, thunderbird fly!"
He could hear voices in the background, singing along. He could hear Pete choking up.
"On your own...and I'm alone..."
"In the shadow... of what we've done."
"And I can't help, but think..."
"That some day, you'll be back home!"
"Fly away...Fly awaaay! TO YOUR NEW HOME! ACROSS THE BAY! And give your best! Be the best that you have been!"
On the ground, soldiers looked up at the streak heading for the enemy warship, tearing through the sky like a finger of god. The ship tried to fire upon it, but it was too small, coming in too fast for the damaged point defenses to touch it.
Several could hear singing over the radio, and joined in, recognizing the coming end of one of their own.
1k. .9 .8 .7...
Silence. The channel clicked out.
Pete choked up, and fell to his knees, sobbing as the ground shook with the fury of an angry god.
On the surface, there were few cheers as the enemy vessel was destroyed. In honor of the blatant, final sacrifice of one of their own, few spoke words.
Their honor would be that of remembrance. To brand in memory the final act of Thunderbird 1-1, his call reaching across the field and bringing an end to the war that had plagued the land.
(Some time afterward.)
"...He's still remembered by everyone that was on that little chunk of land."
"Are we ever going to meet Sam, daddy?"
Peter looked down at his young children, sadness in his eyes.
"Yeah, one day, kid. He'll be waiting for us, and you'll be able to tell him all about everything you've seen and everyone you've met. One day."
AN: For the record, thinking up this story, and writing the last part especially...I was crying. I will say that without a doubt.


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January 21, 2016 Jim recontextualizes Foley's image by Daniele Alcinii
Brian Oakes' name has swirled around the film and documentary world for more than a decade. The New York-based Oakes has been linked to such projects as Inequality for All, Freakonomics and Bobby Fischer Against the World as a motion graphics designer, but his feature doc debut only came in November 2014, when he started work on a profoundly personal project.
The impetus behind Oakes' Jim: The James Foley Story came three months earlier when he witnessed his childhood friend, American photojournalist James "Jim" Foley, clad in an orange jumpsuit and publicly executed by a masked ISIS fighter on August 19, 2014.
The doc, from New York production outfit Kunhardt Films, will enjoy its world premiere at the Sundance Film Festival on Saturday (January 23), followed by a February 6 television broadcast on HBO, which acquired the film earlier this month. It offers an intimate glimpse into the life and legacy of the 40-year-old GlobalPost and Agence France-Presse journalist, who was kidnapped by the Islamic State extremist group in 2012 and held captive for two years.


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Have a look through Joomla's new features from 3.7's custom fields and admin menu manager, 3.8's new router and through to some of the features announced for Joomla! 4.0 such as the transition to Bootstrap 4.
- Format: Speaking Session
- Speaker: Shayne Bartlett
- Bio: A Joomla co-founder where he served as one of the project managers for two years, Shayne is an advocate of open source technology and it's adoption in the enterprise and government space. By day Shayne provides consulting and solution architecture for organisations looking to get the most out of their investment in Joomla.
- Business: Elastik Space
- Twitter: @joombaya
Accessibility, SEO and Joomla
Trying to get clients or stakeholders to see the need for accessibility is hard, people still see it as a lot of extra work with rewards that are hard to provide a ROI. However web spiders/crawlers are our biggest blind user on the web, in essence, a lot of what works to increase SEO will increase the accessibility of your site. Let's take a look at some site building and development tasks we can perform that provide a tick to SEO and a tick to Accessibility. If we can take this approach we can see that the cost of Accessibility is actually bundled with the cost of SEO and not an additional burden to the project.
This talk looks at the state of accessibility in Joomla and shows how accessibility is intrinsically linked to SEO performance from a development perspective. We will also look at some new tools to help check and test for accessibility throughout the development process, and how we can add these into a CI/CD approach.
Whilst this talk is aimed at all audiences it will be focused on development and management of the development process. With time permitting and depending on the audience questions/experience level there may be some tech demos utilised to help illustrate concepts.
*All accessibility guideline discussions will be based on Australian Government Standards http://www.australia.gov.au/accessibility
- Format: Speaking Session
- Speaker: Aimee Maree Forsstrom
- Bio: An old name now around Content Management Systems, Aimee has been around different CMS codebases and communities for the majority of her career in Technology. Her passion for an accessibility focus within CMS code started with her early frustration of having to teach clients Mambo Navigation System. Spending the past decade doing independent consulting on CMS blue sky builds and refactoring projects and occasionally working in the area of research assistance (Mozilla, Southern Cross University, University of Adelaide). Aimee has a passion for CMS communities, sharing information, supporting Open Source technologies and education.
- Website: http://www.aimeemaree.com
- Twitter: @aimee_maree


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Tomorrow's a big day for Bunny. We've got lots of pictures left to take to finish up the iToddler's Christmas book "Bunny in the Burgh". There's the zoo, the nationality rooms, where we got married, Station Square, and about a dozen other stops. Should be a fun day, and it will be nice to have the fam together with no working on a weekend day. In a previous post, I mentioned that life was a little chaotic for us because we're relocating out of Pittsburgh...actually, out of Pennsylvania altogether.
Here's the scoop. I'm an only child and my parents live in Maryland, and now that they're getting older and health issues are starting to creep up on them, Sean and I decided that it was time we packed up the fam and moved south of the Mason-Dixon. We've actually been thinking about this for a few years, but a cancer scare with my dad this past Spring really sealed the deal. Family has to come first, so we're heading out to help them take care of their land and live independently for as long as possible. While we're definitely excited about the fresh start, we're also nervous, sad, and unsure about so many details. It's not going to be easy, but it's most definitely the right thing to do.
So now, boxes are being packed, bosses have been notified, and home improvements are in full swing. My parents are leaving town tomorrow with a truck full of boxes from our third floor. Yep, we're heading south. And east. Sometime next Spring (house goes on the market in March).
It's a big deal for us. Our closest friends are all here. Heck, Pittsburgh is all Sean has ever known. 31 years of the world's best skyline and the friendliest people you will ever meet. And I've been here for { gulp } 18 years.
That can't be right. I can't be that old. { checks calendar and high school diploma } Um, yeah. 18 years.
And then there are the Steelers. We're leaving Steelers Country. This is an enormous deal for die-hard black and gold fans. See, here in Pittsburgh, it's not at all unusual to see our hometown heroes out and about all over town. They're our neighbors. We say hi passing them in Sam's Club or Target or Home Depot. We smile and say hi when eating in the same local restaurants. It's more than just football. Being a Steelers fan is about being part of community.
And I won't EVEN go into the fact that we're leaving Steelers Country for the Ravens Nest.
{ Ugh. }
But it doesn't matter. Wherever we go, we'll always be fans of the six-time Superbowl champs. We'll spend the extra money to get the NFL Sunday Ticket and we'll never miss a game. We'll befriend local fans and have them over for game day. We'll wear our jerseys and our Terrible Towels with pride and will walk with heads held high and proud in a sea of purple and black. Because all roads lead back to the Burgh.
Even ones that start by the Atlantic Ocean.
And Bunny, yes Bunny will also always be a Steelers fan. The iToddler doesn't know this yet (and please don't spill the beans), but Bunny snuck away on Wednesday of this week and met up with her new football buddies at the Steelers practice field. Don't believe me? Check out this picture. Yes, that handsome, smiley man there is none other than #25, Ryan Clark (FS), who was kind enough to let Bunny hang out with him for an hour or two and even introduced her to a bunch of his friends.
She came back from her little outing with not one, not two, but twelve (!) pictures of herself with different grinning football players, getting ready for their morning practice. Because Ryan is pretty much the nicest guy with the biggest heart ever (next to my hubs, of course). Just sayin'.
Be jealous of Bunny. (I am.)
So as we prepare our hearts to leave the city that will always be "home", it's occurred to Sean and me that this Christmas book for iToddler is really more than just a fun little souvenir to remember a place we used to live. It's an autobiography of our lives in an incredible place our hearts will always swell for. It's a reminder of what makes Pittsburgh special.
It's all about the people, building a beautiful city, one incredible act of friendship and generosity at a time.
God bless the Three Rivers.


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Pioneering journalist Beryl Carrington, who worked at the Herts
Advertiser in St Albans for nearly 70 years, died suddenly on 11 March.
aged 86, who had an unparalleled knowledge of St Albans where she had
lived all her life, died at her home in Church Crescent.
death marks the end of a long connection between the Herts Advertiser
and the Carrington family, dating, back to 1896 when her father Harry
became chief reporter and comes shortly before the newspaper celebrates
its milestone 150th birthday which she was looking forward to.
Beryl joined the Herts Advertiser at the age of 16 and was one of the first women to be employed as a reporter.
first she and her female colleagues were limited to covering items for
the children's page as well social events in the county, but all that
changed after World War II when the role of women in news expanded
She worked under eight of the newspaper's 12 editors, including her father who went on to become editor.
Both her brother and nephew also worked for the Herts Advertiser.
Beryl saw herself as a pioneer of women's journalism and always encouraged later generations of women to take the same route.
was known for taking young journalists under her wing. She helped and
encouraged them as well as offering them lodgings at Church Crescent
which was always open house to all and where she held her famous
"wayzgoose" parties – named after a printing term.
In 1995 when she was nearly 77, she was made an MBE for services to journalism.
A great supporter of the Queen and the monarchy, she described the presentation was one of the greatest days of her life.
also co-authored three books, including one about the history of the
Herts Red Cross. She had been a supporter of the organisation since
joining it as a teenage cadet .
During World War II she was
involved in the nursing of wounded soldiers who had been evacuated to
North Mymms, which had been turned into a convalescent home.
She was made a county vice-president for her service and latterly, she helped to organises Red Cross flag days in St Albans.
Madeleine Burton, Herts Advertiser


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BY: Stephen Medel, Director of Acquisitions & Development
Yeah, yeah, we know! We've all heard that putting a national franchise flag on your hotel is a surefire way to secure an attractive loan; and the huge associated fees are a necessary evil in order to leverage the brand to have access to their reservations system and rewards program. While this may be true in SOME cases, at broughtonHOTELS, we stare down the barrel of this paradox everyday. With well-operated independent boutique and lifestyle hotels outperforming their branded counterparts, it's time to take back the reins, enjoy more freedom and greater returns on your investment.
Here are 5 reasons why you should give your brand the boot…today:
1. They lack FLEXIBILITY!
By definition, national brands provide standardization and conformity so that even the lowest common denominator (poor hotel operators and under capitalized projects) meet some basic standards, and guests' expectations. These tightly held standards limit freedom for the nimble, creative and savvy types who often crave some autonomy so they can quickly respond to changing market conditions, new competitors, and shifting demographics and psychographics of today's travelers.
Freedom from the franchise allows savvy operators (who are closest to the needs of the hotel) to make needed changes to operations and sales & marketing initiatives long before the powers-that-be at Brand HQ are aware there is a problem at the property level. Professional operators live and breathe the hotel and its market conditions, and should be afforded the freedom to turn on a dime.
2. Independents offer BETTER RETURNS!
Rate and RevPAR surveys show that properly positioned, professionally operated, independent boutique and lifestyle hotels have no perceived rate ceiling among potential guests. That increase in ADR flows right to the bottom line…sounds nice, doesn't it? Do we really need a brand dictating how much we are able to charge per night?
Experienced, sophisticated hotel operators with strong relationships in the GDS and reservation booking system arena offer reach and exposure at a fraction of the price of brand-delivered reservations. You may have heard that brands offer inexpensive per reservation transaction fees when booked on the brand site versus other electronic sources, however, the pass-through and transaction fees can easily approach $30 per reservation if you are not careful.
Consider the alternative, pay your franchisor 8-10% of gross revenue, or let those dollars flow through the business, right into your pocket. Cash is king, right? Wouldn't your investment partners or family give you a huge pat on the back and fund more deals with you in the near future if you provided them substantially better returns by not paying franchise fees?
3. NO PIP's!
Every franchisee dreads the day their PIP inspection roles around every 4 to 5 years. Imagine never having to worry about another multi-million dollar PIP coming through to pay for someone else's idea on why your F&B operation needs to be renovated. Why not secure an FF&E reserve with your lender, and maintain control of where your dollars are spent. This gives you an opportunity to reinvent your hotel and revitalize YOUR brand rather than conforming to the aforementioned standardized look and feel.
Reinventing your hotel is exciting, but not a job for the inexperienced owner. Work with a well known design firm who understands the hospitality space, understands the importance of working on a budget and gets the DNA of your hotel and guest. Your hotel design needs to be practical and thoughtful. Remember, at the end of the day, it should be about your guests needs, not your ego.
Franchisors are in the business of selling franchise agreements, period. And when they have sold every brand in every city, and have blanketed the market with areas of protection, then what? A new brand is developed which perpetuates this concept of fractured brands, at times to their detriment. Before they know it, a brand could have 10, 12 or 15 different brands under its umbrella and attempt to have rate integrity within each market segment.
Best Western Hotels (although not a traditional brand) are a prime example of this. Best Western for years has been known to put at least two hotels within a single market. With the advent of Best Western Plus and Premier, most cities now have multiple BW properties, which further confuse the guest who doesn't understand the difference between BW's 3 classes of properties and views them all as equals. This confusion leads to unmet guest expectations, negative online reviews, and deters brand loyalty.
5. Disposition = MORE OPTIONS
Hotels that are sold unencumbered by a brand are viewed as more attractive acquisitions than their branded counterparts. Of course, not all hotels are created equal — a road side motel in Bakersfield is not the same as the Georgian Hotel in Santa Monica. But sophisticated buyers are looking for upside and need options. A branded hotel on the open market with 15 years left on an agreement will limit those options. An independent hotel, however will open the doors for a variety of buyers and help increase the perceived value and upside to a project.
With that said, certainly branded hotels have their place and more often than not, justified. Just take a look, over 95% of the total inventory in the US is made up of branded hotels. We applaud lifestyle brands like Autograph, Indigo and TRYP because they allow owners the freedom to design a unique product, without the same level of standardization omnipresent as is the case with other branded counterparts. We challenge you to remove your brand blinders and consider the upside of going independent.
WARNING: Don't boot your brand if you expect to operate the hotel by yourself, but lack the experience of operating an independent hotel. There are simply too many moving parts to the operations and sales & marketing programs that need seasoned oversight. Experienced operators possess the experience, savvy and SOPs to maximize property potential; and have developed the national pricing programs for services, supplies and amenities that keep operating expenses competitive with their branded brethren.
If increased freedom; improvement in market penetration, RevPAR, and Gross Operating Profits sounds appealing, consider enlisting the ally of a professional independent hotel management company and boot your brand today.


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Tips For Late Summer Garden Maintenance
Summer is a time to sit back in your garden and enjoy all the hard work you've put in over the last few months. The flowers are in bloom and vegetables are ripe for harvesting. While this is a great time to enjoy the fruits of your labour, now is also a time that you start planning ahead and preparing your garden for the coming autumn and winter months...
Late summer is a time when we experience sunnier and warmer days, which can mean that lawns quickly start going brown. You can help to keep your grass looking green by feeding it with lawn food, there are a number of different types of lawn foods available which will suit various lawn needs and requirements. As well as feeding your lawn, you should also ensure that it is regularly watered, as if it dries out it will quickly start to die and you may even have to plant new grass seeds or lay new turf. The sunshine and regular water will mean that your grass will grow relatively fast, so it is a good idea to invest in a good lawn mower that will help to keep your lawn looking neat and tidy.
July and August sees many flowers coming to the end of their bloom. To help to encourage them to stay in bloom for as long as possible deadhead flowers regularly. During late summer you are likely to get more pests in the garden that can attack your plants and flowers causing long-term damage, however they can easily be dealt with by using plant insecticides. Flowers like Wisteria and lupins need to be pruned while other types of plants, for example Geraniums and Delphiniums, need to be cut back to encourage new growth.
Fruit & Vegetables
Now is the time many of your fruit and vegetables will be ready for picking. You should harvest your vegetables and fruit as soon as they are ripe, this will encourage further growth and a second harvest. As with flowers now is a time that your fruit and vegetables are likely to be attacked by pests, so ensure that you use products like fruit and vegetable disease control to help protect them from fungicide. If it is a particularly hot spell you should also make sure that you water your fruits and vegetables regularly to ensure that they continue growing and remain healthy. You can also look ahead and plant some vegetables now so that they will be ready for harvest at the end of the year, for example, if you plant potatoes now in potable pots (so that they can be brought inside once the weather turns colder) they will be ready for harvesting just after Christmas.
During a spell of nice weather is a great time to take care of your fencing. Using a fence protector will help to keep your fencing in good condition all year round. Also think about coating wooden fences with wood stain at this time of year, again doing it now will ensure that it continues to look well-conditioned throughout the rest of the year.


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The Daily Krapht – Lovebettie "Red Roses (Sturgis Bound)"
September 4, 2014
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Pittsburgh-based band, Lovebettie, (Wordkrapht regulars) recently traveled to Sturgis, South Dakota to headline at The Legendary Buffalo Chip during the 2014 Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. While…
The FeminINDIE 2014 CD Sampler
June 10, 2014
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3,600 submissions and 28 feature articles come down to this; YOUR chance to get free music from these amazing musicians. The styles of music span…
FeminIndie: Lovebettie
April 8, 2014
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FeminIndie is all about embracing the talented females in the independent music scene. When going through the thousands of entries, we were looking for that…
Lovebettie: Gig of a Lifetime
January 6, 2014
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Faculty of Law, University of Waikato was established in 1990 and adopted the principles of professionalism, biculturalism and the study of law in context. The challenge for the Faculty now is to interpret each of these against a background of social and economic change. They are committed to professionalism and are constantly thinking what this entails in the light of developments such as the communications revolution, globalization and the changing market for legal services. Biculturalism remains a foundational principle of the Law Faculty with the challenge being to further a bicultural goal within an increasingly multicultural society.
The focus on law in context reflects a broad approach to legal education, enabling their graduates to assume a leadership role in practice, in industry, and in the development of public policy. Their commitment is also to encourage the development of a truly indigenous New Zealand jurisprudence in which the best of Maori and common law traditions inspire how law evolves to meet both new and old challenges as they go forward in the 21st Century.
Campus nof Faculty of Law, University of Waikato –
Waikato has the most beautiful campus in the country. All their first-class facilities are in one location, building a strong sense of community. Students will find Waikato has a laid-back and easy atmosphere.
Why Choose Faculty of Law, University of Waikato?
- A legal education that is relevant to today's world
- Quality professional training
- Commitment to research
- Individualized and on-going support
- All the compulsory core papers required by the NZ Council of Legal Education
- A broad range of optional papers
- Theoretical knowledge and practical skills in mediation, negotiation and client interviewing
- Compulsory papers in Jurisprudence and Corporate Entities
- Specialist optional paper 'Advocacy'
- An honors program
Facilities at Faculty of Law, University of Waikato –
- Library
- Computer Facilities
- Bookshop
- Accommodation
- Gymnasium
- Sports
- Transport
- Disability Services
Student Life at Faculty of Law, University of Waikato –
Students are supported through a range of services and excellent pastoral care and the size means with student's names, and not numbers. From student academic support to on-site health services, counseling and budgeting help. Their commitment is to support students through university.


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RPublishing News
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Sherman's facial morphs feature hard lines and angles, exposing ultra-unique facial features that will definitely NOT look like the other characters in your library. He renders very well in DS, too, especially with IRAY. The morphs feature ERC components which adjust the rig, which allow his unique eye spacing and body proportions to pose beautifully.
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The Solid Waste Authority`s proposal to put a landfill southwest of Boca Raton park and adequate parking for commuter railroad stations were the major concerns of nearly 140 people Wednesday night at a community meeting at the Loggers Run Middle School.
The two-hour forum, organized by County Commissioner Dorothy Wilken, was meant to bring the public up to date on road, parks, utilities, transportation and waste disposal projects in the south county.
Many people said the item that most concerned them on the agenda was the proposed location of a landfill and garbage-burning plant southwest of Boca Raton on a 1,300-acre tract.
Some carried signs urging Wilken, who is opposed to the so-called Site 1 southwest of Boca Raton, to join the Solid Waste Authority governing board, which is to make the final site selection for a dump.
Wilken told the group she did not intend to become one of three commissioners who sit on the waste authority`s seven-member governing board.
Tim Hunt, executive director of the Solid Waste Authority, said the authority has not taken ``essentially any further action`` on Site 1 since it placed the location ``in limbo.`` He said alternative sites are now ``popping up almost on a weekly basis.``
He said each site is being investigated, although he said Site 1 still is his preference.
``I don`t see that anyone would be willing to have it,`` Wilken said.
Since a landfill would draw strong opposition in any part of the county, Wilken proposed cutting back on the county`s ``ultimate population projection.`` Fewer people living in the county would mean less waste generated, she said.
Carol Stevens, a resident of Pirates Landing, criticized that approach, and told Wilken: ``You will never get anywhere with that.``
Randy Whitfield, director of the county`s Municipal Planning Organization, addressed the subject of the proposed Tri-County Commuter Rail System, scheduled to open in late 1987 and operate for five years while Interstate 95, Florida`s Turnpike and other north-south corridors are being widened.


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Best Android Apps For Blogger
Best Android Apps For Blogger
Since, blogging is used for promotion you may use these apps and enhance your writing skill. People write blogs, where they mention interesting facts about an issue. It is not a direct marketing tool, but it encourages the reader to know more about the point discussed. Since, blogging is regularly used developers have introduced many app to help in this process. Android is the most popular technology of the time. Hence, developers are introducing many apps to work on this operating system. Bloggers who use android device can use these apps for better result.
Some popular blogging apps for the android devices are;
- WordPress App
- Blogger App
- Google Analytic App
- Evernote App
- HootSuite App
WordPress App
This app works perfectly on the android operating system. You can download the app on your system. You can use this app to post content in the blog directly. This WordPress app can also be used for writing comments on the page. It has made blog management easy and simple. You can even check the number of visitors and monitor their feedback through this app.
Blogger App
This app is specially introduced by Google. It helps in mobile blogging. Download this app on your mobile phone. You can simply write content and post text on the blog by using this app. It makes the task simple and direct. You can even edit content on this app. You can also use content of other languages with the help of this app.
Google Analytic
Bloggers have to track their progress in the online platform. They have to monitor traffic movement on the page. This app allows you to check the visitor's movement on the page. Thus, you get a clear picture about the popularity of the blog.
Evernote App
This is for all students who want to take note in the class. You can also use it in the meeting. Just use this android app and take down information. It helps in storing data. The app also helps in taking pictures and creates the daily work list. It even allows you to sync those content and images with other software and use it for various purposes.
HootSuite App
This is a new app for the android devices. You can use his app with social sites, like Facebook and Twitter. It helps you to schedule your tweets and plan out your post. Thus, with the help of Hootsuite you can remain connect with your group. This is a free app.
You can download these apps from the store and use it on your mobile phone or tablet. Some apps are free. But some has to be purchased. You can use these mobile apps to improve your blogging skill.
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Impeachment Standard in Korea
Appeared in the Korea Times on Decemebr 13, 2007
Dear Sean: A liberal party has initiated impeachment articles against three prosecutors. I remember reading an article about how impeachment occurs in Korea, but I can seem to find it. How can a government official, like a prosecutor, be impeached in Korea? Allen in Itaewon.
Dear Allen: The question brings to light the unique way that impeachment is handled in Korea. In Korea, as in many countries, impeachment begins by a vote in the legislature; however, Korea is unique in that the Constitutional Court is given power over removal.
Article 65 states that if "the President, the Prime Minister, members of the State Council, heads of Executive Ministries, Justices of the Constitutional Court, judges, members of the National Election Commission, the Chairman and members of the Board of Audit and Inspection, and other public officials designated by the Act have violated the Constitution or other Acts in the performance of official duties, the National Assembly may pass motions for their impeachment."
The motion of impeachment must be proposed by at least one third of the total members of the National Assembly and requires a concurrent vote of at least a majority of the total members of the National Assembly for passage. In contrast, to remove the president at least a majority of the total members of the National Assembly must propose and at least two thirds of the total members must vote for the motion.
After passage of the motion six votes at the Constitutional Court are needed to remove the officer from his office.
The most interesting issue is the standard employed by the Court. Article 53 (1) of the Constitutional Court Act provides that ``when there is a valid ground for the petition for impeachment adjudication, the Constitutional Court shall issue a decision removing the respondent from office.''
The court, in the impeachment of President Roh, refused to interpret the clause literally and thus proclaimed that ``minor violations'' cannot result in impeachment, since minor violation leading to removal may lead to an offense to ``the request that punishment under the Constitution proportionally correspond to the obligation owed by respondent, that is, the principal of proportionality.''
Thus, the court noted that government officials, subject to impeachment adjudication could only be removed for ``grave violations.'' The court noted that ``grave violations'' will be interpreted by the court by ``balancing the degree of negative impact on or the harm to the constitutional order caused by the violation of the law and the effect to be caused by the removal of the respondent from office.''
The impeachment motion will not be passed, but if it is, because of the standard and more importantly the total lack of evidence the court will not remove the prosecutors.


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They are perhaps the most dominant offensive and defensive players of their generation.
One is a former first-round pick who succeeded immediately, the other an overlooked prospect who revived a dormant franchise.
Ray Lewis and Tom Brady are sometimes seen as opposites, in both their personalities and their playing styles. What unites them is their unbelievable will to win. Both have been named Super Bowl MVP and have gone on to become the cornerstone of their respective franchises.
Lewis' announcement Wednesday that he will retire after the 2012-2013 season provides a good opportunity to look back on one of the NFL's most intriguing player rivalries of the past decade.
Brady and Lewis have squared off seven times, including two playoff matchups, with the Patriots winning on five occasions. New England and Baltimore split two postseason contests, with the Ravens winning a divisional game in Foxboro in 2010 and the Patriots taking the 2012 AFC championship game.
Despite some shots at Brady, Lewis has been effusive in his praise of the Patriots quarterback. He said Brady is the "greatest of the greats," and spoke highly of Brady for the NFL Network's "The Top 100 Players of 2011" special.
"The game ain't hard to him," Lewis said. "It's like 'The Matrix,' where it slows down. It's poetry when you see it from that angle."
Brady hasn't been as public in his praise of Lewis, but he did have high praise for Lewis when the two met on the field after last year's AFC championship game.
While they are fierce competitors on the field, after the game ends they show each other the utmost respect. They've even joined forces for a humorous NFL commercial.
Most NFL cities aren't fortunate enough to have a single player rise to be the face of a franchise. A player that fans can identify with, a man who is almost a part of the culture of that city. Baltimore and New England have that, and if we're lucky, we'll see those two legends square off one more time.


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The bad news is that if you don't board the AVE, Spain's high-speed train, two minutes before departure, the doors close and it will leave without you. Mildly irritating, too, is the electronic security procedure, which can take as much as 60 seconds to complete. All this means that, to be on the safe side, it is as well to arrive at the station with a good five minutes to spare.
The good news — all right, the even better news — is that the AVE always, always leaves dead on time. And arrives on time, or before.
Since the Madrid-Barcelona service started up in February — adding to existing lines linking Madrid to Seville, Malaga and Valladolid — more than 3,000 journeys have been made, 40 per day, and the punctuality average has been in excess of 99 per cent. That figure applies to both the direct runs — 400 miles (about the same as London to Glasgow) in two and a half hours — and those that stop up to four times along the way.
All this has been, for me, a cause of much joy. I have been living in Sitges, just outside Barcelona, for 10 years and have travelled to Madrid by plane countless times. The air shuttle between Spain's two largest cities is the busiest route in Europe by far, according to EU statistics, and busier, too, than that between New York and Washington DC. But already the AVE — which is invariably packed, despite running 25 trains a day — has taken more than 20 per cent of Iberia's customers. Count me among them.
I have nothing against Iberia, which I fly everywhere all the time and have found to be as reliable as any airline can be these days. But since I've discovered the AVE, aircraft feel so clunky and cramped, so dinosaurishly outdated and, for reasons that are not always to do with the poor old airlines (for instance, having to take off your shoes at the security line), such an incredible pain.
A few weeks back I did the trip to Madrid by air; the return next day, by rail. I left my home at 11.15am. and arrived at Barcelona airport 25 minutes later, an hour before departure — cutting it a bit finer than most people do.
Everything went swimmingly. The check-in and security procedures were quick, the plane left just five minutes late and arrived in Madrid on time. Because it was late morning, the traffic from Madrid airport to the city (often appalling) was reasonably fluid and I made it to my city-centre destination at 14.30.
Three and a quarter hours, then, from point A to point B, in optimal conditions. If you were to allow for a typical delay and rush-hour traffic you could, without being ungenerous, add another hour to that. The problem with planes, and with motoring from airports to big cities, is that there are so many variables that you never quite know.
With the AVE you always do know. First, the chances are you would travel to Barcelona's Sants station (or Madrid's Atocha) by local train. This, let us reasonably assume, would take you half an hour. Give yourself 10 minutes before you board the AVE; then the 2½-hour trip on a dedicated AVE track and, since you arrive in the very centre of the cities, let's say another 20 minutes, at the outside, to your eventual destination. That would make it a total of 3½ hours, 15 minutes longer than your best-case aeroplane scenario.
Maybe you are the sort of person for whom 15 minutes means a great deal, but more likely what matters to you more is arriving on time. What the train allows that the plane does not is the ability to plan — reliably, accurately.
If you are a business traveller from Barcelona and you have a meeting in Madrid at 11am or a lunch at 2pm, you know exactly what time you have to catch the AVE in order to be there at the appointed hour. If you are going by plane, better, just in case, to take one that leaves an hour or two earlier.
I travelled club class, which would be the equivalent of first on an aeroplane. There is also a business class, called ''preferente", and tourist. I went club because my travelling companion was Abelardo Carrillo, who happens to be the top man at AVE, its director-general, and because he promised that he would get me into the cabin with the driver.
I had travelled on the AVE several times before, in all three classes, and told him that I did not detect all that much difference. Carrillo did not entirely disagree. The main reason you pay more for one than the other is that the food and drink gets appreciably better the higher you go.
When you enter the AVE the first thing that strikes you is its space-age airiness. The second thing that struck me on this trip was seeing four men in suits sitting across from each other at a wooden table having a business meeting, in English. This prompted Carrillo to say: "The point about the AVE is not just its speed, not just the chronometer factor, but the fact that it allows you to make so much better use of your time... We offer people the chance to get going with their working day in an office space that is enticingly different, placid and agreeable. On a aeroplane it is time lost."
And the stress factor is virtually nil. You board without any of that boiling irritation that you (or I, at least) often feel having just had to face down the habitual battery of airport indignitie. No one is ordering you to fasten your seat belt or giving you detailed instructions on what to do in the zero-probability event that your conveyance crashes and you survive.
Nor do you have the screech of revving engines, nor the tension as you disengage from mother earth, nor the turbulence on high. Nor the big neighbour digging his fat elbows into your ribs, nor the knees imprisoned hard by the seat in front, nor the drainingly abrupt shifts in atmospheric pressure on short trips, nor the ear pain when you have a cold, nor the vomiting, if you are thus genetically inclined.
Plus you have the sheer pleasure of idly watching the landscape pass by. In the case of this trip, it ranged from the savannah-like meseta of Castille, to the crumbling castles of Aragon, to the mountains on the approach to Zaragoza, to the flat desert after it, to the green fields, ancient towns and grapevines of Catalonia, to the blue of the Mediterranean. And then, whenever you feel like it, there is the liberation afforded by the AVE's bar or, if you are in club class, a three-course meal. All this at a speed of 300km (186 miles) per hour, which is what Formula One cars do at full pelt.
You get little sense of just how fast you are going until you enter the cabin, where my initial sensation was one of pure terror, as if we were hurtling along on a wild fairground ride. My sense of alarm was not diminished by Carrillo's informing me that the man at the helm wasn't actually driving the train at all; the train was. Or, rather, the train's computer system, which determined whether to accelerate, slow down or brake on the basis of information received, and then decoded, on board, from a sequence of little yellow boxes placed every 12km (7.4 miles) between the rails. The boxes transmitted all the information the train needed — how far ahead the train in front was, whether (highly unlikely) some obstacle might have appeared on the track — for a safe ride.
"The driver's job," Carrillo said, "is to supervise the computer, that's all." Just as well, because during the last half hour of the trip it started to pour with rain, so much so that visibility out of the cabin's giant, sloping windscreen was practically zero. No matter: all the "driver" had to do was keep his eye on an uncluttered dashboard consisting of three large computer screens. These reassured him that communications with the yellow transmitter boxes remained clear and told him, among other things, whether the train was running on external power from the cables above, or whether it had reached a point, as it continually did, where it was manufacturing its own electricity. That's another advantage the train has over the aeroplane: it emits five times less carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.
Yet another is that when you arrive at your destination you already have your luggage with you. Oh, and there's the price. A return in tourist class Barcelona-Madrid costs €180 (£142), compared with €390 (£308) on the Iberia air shuttle. If you travel club class on the AVE, the price is €358 (£283).
It's a no-brainer, really. Given a choice on trips within Europe of between, say, 100 and 500 miles, flying is a sadly passé option. As Carrillo put it: "This is pure Darwinism, technological Darwinism. Over these sorts of distances, the aeroplane cannot compete."
Plans are afoot to extend the AVE network to Valencia and Alicante by 2010, at which point Spain will have the most extensive high-speed train network in the world. Then to Girona and France in 2012 and, after that, via Valladolid, to Santander, Oviedo and Bilbao.
Meanwhile, the Madrid-Barcelona run is going to be a nice little earner for the AVE. So confident is Carrillo of this and of the reliability of his service that he offers passengers a guarantee no airline would dare give: if the AVE arrives at its destination more than 15 minutes late, you get half your fare back; if it is half an hour late, you get a full refund. No such luck for me. My train to Barcelona arrived six minutes ahead of schedule.
- Renfe, Spain's rail company, has the following link in English: http://horarios.renfe.es/hir/ingles.html. Reservations can also be made via www.raileurope.co.uk, 08448 484 064; www.seat61.com/Spain.htm provides a mass of useful information on rail travel from London to Spain.


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These days, calling someone amateur is an insult. If you're an amateur, you don't have the "skillz to pay the billz." By amateur, we generally mean an inept know-nothing with no expertise—a hack.
But I want to rescue the label amateur from its current dishonor. It's my opinion that the greatest potential in the arts today comes from amateurs. We need more of the amateur spirit, not less. What do I mean?
What it Means to be an Amateur
It's worth noting that, technically speaking, the only thing that separates a professional from an amateur is getting paid. Professionals make a living from their craft. Amateurs do not. It's strange I know, but the only defining difference between a professional and an amateur is that an amateur does it for free.
So when and why did the term amateur begin to mean unskilled? When? Around the time that our culture started to believe that money was the measure of all value. Why? Because if you can't or won't make a living from something, it must be because you aren't very good at it.
We should not value art on the basis of its marketability, so it would follow that we should not value artists on how much money they can make from their art.
But as I've written before, art is not a commodity. We should not value art on the basis of its marketability, so it would follow that we should not value artists on how much money they can make from their art.
Many artists that are currently considered great never made money from their craft. Vincent van Gogh is an obvious example: "Van Gogh only sold one painting during his lifetime: Red Vineyard at Arles. . . . The rest of Van Gogh's more than 900 paintings were not sold or made famous until after his death."
So, technically speaking, Van Gogh was an amateur painter. And if Van Gogh had been working in the church today, it is almost certain that his leaders and peers would have told him to quit his "hobby" and get a real job. Or, at least, they would have encouraged Van Gogh to change his painting style to make it more marketable: "Look at Jean Béraud. He's making a living from painting. And he's quite famous. Why not paint more like he does?"
So why did Van Gogh keep painting? Because he loved it and couldn't do anything else. Van Gogh may have been criticized in his time for stubbornly pursuing his own unique style in spite of popular opinion, but looking back from our vantage point, we can all be thankful he didn't quit.
Yet, for all that we know about artists who were unappreciated in their own time, we continue to put a similar pressure of marketability on artists today. I can't tell you how many times artists have told me about this pressure. Sean Sullivan, of Warbler, told me he once got this advice from a well-meaning member of his church: "So you think God is calling you to be a musician? I'll tell you what you need to do. Look at the musicians who are making a living from music, and then imitate what they're doing." Such advice is quite common. It seems so reasonable, and the pressure to follow it is great. I mean, who wouldn't want to make money doing what they love?
But think about what this "professionalism" has done to the arts. The professional spirit has actually become quite mercenary, and this has sapped the arts of its vitality and freshness. You have an alarming number of "Christian" artists who aren't even Christians—they're just riding the Jesus gravy train. And then, on the other hand, you have an equally alarming number of authentic Christians who are pressured into making "marketable" art instead of making the far more bracing, convicting, refreshing, and unique art that God has actually called them to make.
And Yet …
There are a few things here that I am not saying: First, I am not saying all professional artists are mercenaries. There are obviously professional artists who make art with integrity in spite of the pressure to change their approach for acclaim or money. But these professionals actually possess the amateur spirit. That's what I meant by the title of this article. All the best artists would still do what they do for the love of it even if they weren't getting paid.
Second, I am not saying all art that is unpopular is therefore good and worth supporting. Some art is obviously unsupported in its time because it isn't good, and that art is generally forgotten forever.
Third, I am not recommending that the artist completely ignore his target audience. The artist's job is to give the audience what they need, even if sometimes it isn't what the audience wants. In order to do this, the artist must consider his target audience deeply and carefully—sometimes knowing them better than they know themselves.
It's hard to know how to encourage and support the amateur spirit. But one question I ask all artists is this: "Would you make your art the way you make it if money were no concern?" Most artists who have "made it" in our day (both within the church and without her) cannot answer "Yes" to that question. And that should trouble us, especially considering that the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil (1 Tim. 6:10). What kind of evil have we done to the arts (and to artists) by forcing artists to make marketability their primary aesthetic concern?
What kind of evils have we done to the arts (and to artists) by forcing artists to make marketability their primary aesthetic concern?
Everyone suffers in this scenario. The church is missing out on groundbreaking art by forcing our artists to have already become successful in the market before we will support them. Because of this, many artist Christians with truly prophetic voices are ignored, discouraged, and destitute. Most of them keep producing ignored art (thanks be to God), but they also have to work tent-making jobs to care for themselves and their families. This reduces their artistic productivity.
These are the local artists that the local church should be considering and supporting—the ones who don't quit over the course of years in the face of great discouragement. These are the torch-bearers of the amateur spirit. We need more of them.


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In the last week or so of the EU referendum there has been some excitement about polling which suggests that Leave have noticeably taken the lead.
Recently, an ICM poll for the Guardian of 2000 people showing that 48% intended to back Leave, while only 43% would back Remain, while a poll conducted by YouGov suggested that 45% would vote Leave while 41% would vote Remain.
Most impressive of all, the latest poll by ORB for The Independent puts Leave ahead by 10 points – with 55% backing Leave, and 45% backing Remain.
It has been suggested that the apparent shift in favour of Leave is due to the fact that immigration has recently returned to the centre of political debate. The Leave Campaign's suggestion of a post-Brexit Australian-style immigration policy has appealed to voters, offering the prospect of a controlled immigration policy where Britain no longer discriminates in favour of EU migrants – including foreign criminals whom it is forced to accept – over skilled workers from the Commonwealth and the rest of the world.
However, the Leave Campaign's response has been cautious. In response to the ICM poll it tweeted that it didn't believe it – according to its data there was a 50-50 split.
Other polls make this out to be a far closer contest, with some of them putting Remain ahead. For example, in the latest poll from YouGov Remain is ahead by one point.
Professor John Curtice, a polling analyst from Strathclyde University, has just given a presentation on EU referendum polling in which he says that the polls have not been shifting decisively, but that they have in fact been "extraordinary stable" in recent months.
Professor Curtice suggests that 'Remain' will gain from voter's tendency to vote for the status quo come polling day (although of some dispute the idea there is a vote for the status quo because the EU is always changing).
The Leave Campaign can take some comfort from the fact that its supporters are statistically more likely to vote because they have more older voters.
But one should be weary of the polls which put Leave ahead – particularly when they put them well ahead. Polls get things wrong, and people can still change their minds.
So whatever the polls say over the next 11 days, and whatever shifts allegedly take place, Leave cannot afford to be complacent.


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of Arts's Museum holds one of the Russia's biggest collection of the academic study drawing of the 18
centuries the basis of which is formed by studies made by the scholars and graduates of the Academy from plaster casts and from models, replicas of outstanding works of the graphic art, as well as independent compositions. This unique collection let us track the path of development of the national school of arts from the time of establishment the Academy in the middle of the 18
century up to the present time. This material is always in demand and the evidence of this is regular participation of the drawing fund's items in numerous exhibitions both in Russia and abroad.
But importance of the study drawing collection is far more than its tutorial advantages, as far as certain works comprised in this collection have obviously their special artistic value. First of all among these works one can find beneficiaries' works of the founder of the academic school of arts
A.P. Losenko
and one of the first professors of the Academy
P.I. Sokolov
made by the masters after completion of the study during their training abroad. These papers together with their skillful sketches and studies were bought by the Academy from painters' relatives in the end of the 18
century. Studies made from antiques and from models, replicas of the paintings of Renaissance and Baroque epochs are not only characterized by high professionalism, but seem to absorb the air of Rome itself – the unique depositary of the mankind cultural heritage of many centuries.
The drawing collection also holds studies of models made by outstanding Russian painters of the first half of the 19
century – professors of the Academy
.P. Bryullov,
.Ye.Yegorov, V.K. Shebuyev, F.
. Some of the studies are: sketch to a famous "Genius of Arts" of
, "Group of Two Models" of Bruni which brought to the thirteen-year old author a high reward – silver medal and "The Back of the Model " of Yegorov which is unconditionally distinguished as one of the best paintings for the whole history of the Academy's existence.
The museum's collection also holds many study drawings of the second half of the 19
century. Among the works many of which were left in the Academy as samples there are drawings of subsequently prominent artists and teachers
, V.Ye.Savinsky, N.S. Samokish,
.Ye.Makovsky, F.
.Malyavin, B.L. Grigoriev, Sh.L. Abugov.
Model studies of the Academy's students and beneficiaries of the beginning of the 20
century are very often examples of a successful combination of academic traditions and best achievements of European schools of arts, for instance, sketches made coal of
D.N. Kardovsky
in the school of A.Aschbe in Muenchen and magnificent sanguine of
V.I. Shukhayev and A.Ye. Yakovlev
, the graduates of the studio of Kardovsky in the High College of Arts of the AA.
Collection of the drawing is far more than only study works. A big and a various portrait gallery of the museum comprises watercolors of
P.F. Sokolov and K.Gampeln
, I.N. Kramskoy, V.Ye. Savinsky and A.P. Ostroumova-Lebedeva, silhouettes of Ye.S. Kruglikova.
The Academy for many years has been practicing collection of paintings of its important members and teachers which were usually painted by the painters directly connected with the Academy. This collection was continuously replenished by the portraits of the students and the graduates. Among these paintings are the works of
(including the portrait of the AA's president Great Princess Maria Pavlovna), dynamic pencil drawings made by
Academy for many years has been practicing collection of paintings of its important members and teachers which were usually painted by the painters directly connected with the Academy. This collection was continuously replenished by the portraits of the students and the graduates. Among these paintings are the works of (including the portrait of the AA's president Great Princess Maria Pavlovna), dynamic pencil drawings made by
.Somov and from his classmates of the studio of I.Ye. Repin, and his own pastel portrait made by his close friend and Repin's student
Ye.N. Zvantseva
, salon "Portrait of the Architect M.I.Roslavlev" by
S.A. Sorin
, less popular portraits of I.Ye. Repin and
.Vrubel of time of their scholarship in the Academy and many other works.
The Museum keeps a rich collection of pencil drawings made by prominent Russian landscapers of the second half of the 19
century -
. Vasilyev and I.I. Shishkin,
their works were specially acquired by the Academy as samples for the class of the landscape. A charming urban landscape of
A.P. Ryabushkin
"Winter Morning" is made with gouache in the style of the national historicism. This technique was also used in the border of the 18
centuries by an academician of the landscaping
G.Ye. Novikov
for six replicas from the paintings of Sem.F. Shchedrin – views of St. Petersburg and its suburbs with their magnificent monuments of architecture. These papers which probably, in time of their creation, were purposed for gifting to high-ranking persons, are, as a matter of fact, independent works which combine color scheme with romantic interpretation of an artistic image.
Works made by Russian painters during their traveling throughout Russia and all over the world play an important role in the collection of the drawing. Unique artistic and ethnography meaning have water colors of
made by him during the round-the-world expedition on the boat "Kamchatka" commanded by
in 1817-1819. Of big interest due to their historic value represent the pencil drawings of the brothers
G.G. and N.G. Chernetsovs
made in the 1830s-1860s during their trips around Russia, Italy, Near East and the Caucasus drawings of G.G.Gagarin, though also among these works you can find rather expressive papers. Chronicle of the Caucasus War, life and lifestyle of the Caucasus nations are presented in watercolors and drawings of the academician
who travelled around the Caucasus in 1858-1863 as a volunteer of the Russian army.
Theater and decorative art, as well as the book graphics are majorly represented by the works of the beginning of the 20
century with the most distinguishable works of
L.S. Bakst and I.Ya. Bilibin
. Unforgettable impression is left by painted by
V.M. Khodasevich
in 1927 sketches of costumes for the comedy of Plavt "Twins" made in watercolors, gouache and appliqué.
From the moment of its foundation the Academy's collection of arts was purposefully replenished with paintings of West Europeans masters. Acquaintance with their works developed good artistic taste of students and helped master graphic basics. First-class studies made from models and sculptures of
C.J. Natoire, L.Jouvenet, G.F.Schmidt
were replicated by several generations of scholars. In 1767 the Academy's President I.I
. Betskoi
handed over to the subordinate institute 31 albums with numerous paintings of Italian, German and French painters of the 15
centuries. Among the works of unknown artists there are the papers of such masters as
J. Palma-senior, L.Cambiaso, A. Carracci, J.Amigoni, P.Batoni
The Museum disposes of one of the world's most distinguishable collection of the drawings of
which is inferior only to collections of the Hermitage and Louvre. It was bought from the author by Betskoi and gifted to the Academy in 1769. It comprises preparation sketches to many prominent paintings of the artist, such as "Village Engagement", "Paralytic or the Fruit of the Good Education", "Comeback of the Drunk", "Paternal Curse".
The true pride of the Museum's collection are three works of
A.R. Mengs
. These are the preparation cartoons to the paintings of the villa Albani and the Cabinet of manuscripts of the Library of Vatican in Rome. In 1781 they were handed over to the Academy from the Hermitage by order of Katherine II and were kept in the classes of the drawing as samples.
An absolutely special in its meaning exhibited item is connected with the name of this Empress; it's made on the parchment and decorated with magnificent miniature paintings hand-written first Charter of the Academy of Art of 1764 provided with an autograph of Katherine II. It takes a distinguishable place among the relicts closely connected with the history of the Academy, such as the watercolor sketch of the plafond in the Conference-hall made by the Professor
V.K. Shebuyev
, view of the modeling class depicted by
A.G. Venetsianov
, sketches of the ceremonial decoration of the main façade of the Academy's building made by
in his scholar years in the AA
– relics which, as a rule, have both historic and a great artistic value like any other work produced by the Academy for 250 years of its existence.
On 31st of July museum is closed.
On 20th of March museum is closed.
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Spring 2015
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Once a year, usually in the spring, Mediation Services of Adams County offers a 22-hour training in Conflict Resolution and Mediation skills. The content of the workshop includes conflict styles, active listening, communication skills, negotiation, and mediation techniques. Role plays are extensively employed in order to practice resolving disputes of various types.
Dispute resolution skills are useful in the workplace, family, service organizations, municipalities, and community agencies. Mediation in particular is a dispute resolution technique designed to resolve problems which develop between people in many different settings. Individuals sit down with a trained mediator and work towards a mutually agreeable solution. Negotiation is a more informal one-on-one approach useful in everyday life.
Workshop scholarships are available on request for representatives from human service agencies or churches. Each agency may send one participant at the cost of $50; additional participants from that agency must pay the regular registration fee. Anyone who has previously taken the workshop and wishes to refresh his /her skills may enroll free of charge but should register using the current registration form.
Professionally trained and certified mediators from Mediation Services of Adams County will conduct all training sessions. For more information, or to obtain a registration form, call 717-334-7312 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.com. Registration forms are available on this website.