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|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 08:38 PM
It was a damp moonless night, the skies were overcast and this god forsaken place required some tender love and care. However that wasn't Szethe's job and though he rarely left his home, every once in a while he found it necessary as it meant he wouldn't drift too far from humanity. Not that he was ever human, it was just a saying. Now with the age of magic in full bloom, sword and sorcery left much to be desired. Yet he used this to do what he willed, superstition and the divine very much real. Licking his smooth lips under a shadowed dull green hood, his eyes peered around him at the half dilapidated grave stones and thick foliage. The damp just ushered in a light mist that made the place a little more eerie and yet it only allowed him to let his smile run wider.
Letting his legs vanish into the long grass and weeds, his rear covered by an overly ornate cross with the etching that Ulfric Iriksson who died gloriously in battle. The living always had a way of embellishing the truth, as Szethe doubted the man actually died gloriously. Glory was for the living, no matter what would-be believers sung. Settling down, covered in a wide cloak, his upper body covered lack leather that hid pieces of plate. The only visible weapons he had were numerous daggers strapped to his bracers and belts, a large pouch hidden upon his lower back to pay the messenger if all went well. From where he sat, it made him seem a little above average height. His sharp blue eyes staring at the most discrete entrances to the graveyard. Given how boring it was just to wait, he began to murmur to himself, almost in song as his voice drifted into an eloquent harmony.
"Hope for the wanting, Life for the needy..."
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 08:53 PM
Owing someone a favor always stuck in her throat like a stone. There wasn't much that she hated more, but she couldn't bring herself to back out on a favor owed unless it was an absolute suicide mission. This was a simple delivery. That small voice in the back of her mind reminded her that simple could always go very badly.
Sighing at her own mind, she stood outside the overgrown graveyard, her eyes lifting to the sky to check the time. She never wore a time telling device in all her years. They were burdensome, noisy and rarely accurate. The sun and stars told her as much if not more with a glance then all the clocks in the world could ever tell her. It was a few moments before time for her meeting. Pulling her shadows close around her, as well as her cloak, she slipped through the least visible entrance, hugging tight to one of the walls. The man, she assumed from his size and build that he was a man at least, stood near one of the ornate cross.
She stood in the shelter of her shadows for a few minutes more, taking in the view of his knives. Hers were hidden in her shadows and in sheaths scattered over her body. She was always well armed even if she didn't appear it. The elf carefully stepped up to the man, keeping a safe distance away. "You here for Grifters package?" The elf kept her voice low, for privacy more than to try to sound intimidating. No one passing by or out deeper in the graveyard needed to know what business they were doing. Her inhumanly green eyes lifted to the man, watching him for any indication that he was going to go for a weapon or try anything even slightly out of line.
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 09:29 PM
"... oh timeless are the woes of the weary"
Szethe had continued to murmur his song, it wasn't something many heard nowadays as he had stopped performing countless millenia ago and even as he noticed an odd shadow darting. He did not stop, only raising a hand as the one made herself known, two fingers as if to ask for a moment of silence. His other hand moving to his lower back, then pausing as he glanced toward the stranger. Those eyes were intriguing he thought to himself, though he was no formless spawn whom wished to devour what they had found pretty or enticing. He only smiled and tilted his head, the hood upon him moving oddly as his pointed ears pressed against the folds of cloth.
"You're the courier? No, you don't seem the type... and I can smell life's copper off you. Shadier still, whatever the case. Show us the item and I'll pay you gladly"
Sniffing the air lightly, the fact that blood clung and no matter how much you washed it always lingered. Which is why creatures like him understood death to such a degree. His hand still hovering at his side and a wicked smile upon his lips, sharp blue orbs staring back at her greens. He was lucky that it was mist covered and dark among other things as it hid his monstrous self. Though everything within his line of sight was within his killing circle, Szethe felt as that was unnecessary given the intelligence he could gleam from those eyes. The item in question wasn't big nor cumbersome, however it was a relic of kind that was said to have the odd ability to render thoughts visible to the naked eye. If this person had it on her and it worked, well, she would realize that Szethe was discerning how delicious she would be drained of essence.
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 09:56 PM
Her mind had been listening to the soft tune he had been singing. It wasn't one she knew, but something about it struck her as familiar. Perhaps the tune or the styling of it. His words drew her from her musings. Not the type? He was accurate on that. She didn't know what she was delivering or why the oddity of her not being a regular courier struck him, but it wasn't her problem. Her eyes did narrow at him a bit when he mentioned the smell of copper. He meant blood, that much she knew without a doubt. There was a good chance, the person she was dealing with wasn't human. She'd had a job a few days ago to put down a slaver. She'd done it with joy but she'd had to get information from Grifter on the man's route, which had lead her here. Her hand moved under her cloak, reaching inside her shadows and pulling out a small box. She'd been told not to open it and for once, she hadn't. She had no interest in getting mixed up in Grifter's games. His guild played by rules she didn't like. The Red Dagger Guild had some morals and some honor, but Grifter? He had none.
Shaking back the edge of the cloak, she extended her gloved hand, her uncovered fingertips showing the paleness of her skin. The black leather that wrapped the lower parts made her skin almost seem to glow with light. Her porcelain skin gave the expectation that she was smooth and unmarred from one end to the other, but like many things about her, that was a lie. "Grifter didn't say anything about me getting paid for this, I'm just doing him a favor, but I'll never turn down coin for a nights works." So far she had been focusing on him and his hands, being able to see in the dark made it easy for her. As far as she was aware there was no need for her eyes to need to roam past that into the grass behind him. "Grifter said to tell you his debt was paid after this." She didn't know what the debt was and she didn't ask.
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 10:27 PM
"Grifter didn't tell you much about this job did he... Not smart, even for one such as yourself. But, perhaps there was another reason for him to have sent you"
Szethe said, his voice and accent spoke of English descent as he stopped his hands and reached out toward hers. Taking the box, he made no move for anything other than to open it with those slender fingers of his. Perhaps she would notice that they were too picturesque to be those of a humans, though he doubted she would take interest as he broke the near imperceptible wax seal on the box itself. Inside, Szethe hoped was the relic however all he could hear was a light sizzling sound and his eyes widened before he threw it with supernatural speed away from the both of them.
As it smashed against a crypt wall where it ruptured into a infernal ball of fire and white powder, Szethe had reached out to grab her hand to shield her from enveloping cloud of dust and poison with his cloak. His speed was that of a arachnids burst of speed and even though she tried to dodge, he gripped her well before she could move away. The very stone and earth itself was being eaten away by the powder and the explosion took out a six foot square wall. If he had left it alone, he could have actually been injured or lost his sight for a while. This made him sneer as he looked toward the woman as he felt the reliable touch of steel.
"Indeed... debts paid huh, but why did he want to include you in the blast. Now, will you put down the knife before I get upset and believe me, you don't want to see me upset"
Stating this sternly as he tore off his cloak, throwing it away as the dust began to eat through it as well. Revealing a Elven face, hawk nose and clear eyes with pointed ears. He was said to be handsome and had used such a charming demeanor to lure countless people into his den. However at this point in time, his features held discontent and smoldering rage. Not that he sounded like he was angry, he wasn't even breathing heavily however the scent of sweet hemlock drifting from him readily. Szethe also kept his grip on her firm as the landscape around them wasn't too safe. One thing that was not planned was that the explosion was causing the mist to drift apart, soon she may realize what she stood next to, however for now it should be fine unless she moved around too much.
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 10:41 PM
Freedom frowned a bit when he didn't just take it. She watched as his fingers moved to open the box. Those fingers didn't speak to someone who did much manual labor or anything that would put callouses on them. The palm of her hand was covered in them from hundreds of years of practice with her weapons, but she would put money on his palms being very smooth.
"Between you and I, I try to stay out of the details of Grifter's business. I'm not a good person, but he does stuff that even makes my skin crawl. I wouldn't exactly call us... friends either." For all she knew, Grifter had sent her because he was lazy. That wouldn't surprise her either, because he was that. It was probably one reason he did his work the way he did. The seal on the box broke and her ears twitched picking up the sound too. The speed with which the man moved, surprised her. Her eyes followed the box as he throw it, her feet moving to put space between her, him and it.
When his hand grabbed her arm, she pulled a blade out of her shadows, the blade laid back against her forearm, ready to strike in a moment's notice. Her hood had flow back in the explosion and movement, her black hair blowing in the wind now, her own ears showing as she stared at the elven looking man who had hold of her. The blade came against his arm where he held onto her, giving him a none too subtle hint to let go of her.
Freedom didn't have an answer to his question. She could make quite a few guesses though. Giving her arm a jerk, she snarled at him. Elves made her unsettled and angry. "I have no idea why he sent me. I know there's no love lost between us. I told you, I was just doing him a favor cause I was going to be out this way. But as for your other question, no, I will not put the knife down, not until you get your slimy elven hand off of my arm." She jerked her arm then, trying to get her arm free. "If you don't want to remove it, I'll remove it for you. Painfully."
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 10:56 PM
His hand was like a vice grip, though he didn't have calluses, it was more toward the fact that they didn't stay long. Given his regeneration, along with what he was, it meant that scars and other such deformities outside of what he was would never stay. Then as she became disgruntled, he also matched her ire given that he wasn't quite in the same mindset on whether or not she was lying. Laughing now, almost gurgling from deep within his chest, Szethe just sneered and stood up as he lifted her into the air.
One would have thought that he was going to stand to a height of six foot, instead he never paused. Seven feet, eight, until she hung around twelve feet above the ground with his hand still crushing her arm. His armored legs digging into the earth, chitin splintering graves and stone as he took a deep breath. His eyes sharpening on her as he tried to calm himself, he didn't like racists and it was strange to find such in something that was kin to an Elf or was one. Shaking his rear from the grave, it was obvious now that he was a giant half arachnid creature and that he wasn't in an entirely happy mood.
"Just put the knife down and I'll let you go, otherwise, I jump several hundred meters into the air with you in tow... Now, let us be civil. I just saved you from a form of powdered death"
He said softly, though if she tried to cut him or his hand, he would grab her with his other hand and they would both find themselves soaring through the night skies. Szethe hoped he wouldn't need to do such, he wanted an ally for what he had plans for, someone who could show him where Grifter was so that he could rip his leg off and stuff it up his ass. No, that was anger speaking through his mind, he needed to be above this. So he smiled lightly as he waited for an answer. His arachnid chitin a dark shade of black, so much so that a hue of blue could be seen vibrantly within it's armored surface.
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 11:09 PM
As he stood up, her eyes went wide, going down to his legs. Where there should have been two rather long elf legs there were more. Far many more. Her heart began to thud in her chest as his body was revealed to her. She wanted to scream, to run from the place and not stop running until she was on the far coast and on a boat sailing far away from this horrid place. It seemed to be strangled in her throat, a terrified croak almost coming from her. Her body trembling as he held her in a vice grip high off the ground.
When he shook himself free of the grave, she began to feel lightheaded like she might pass out. She probably hadn't been able to take in a breath since he began to show himself, her chest was so tight with fear. Spiders. By the fifty hells she hated spiders. She hated elves, but not nearly as much and heights. This might qualify as one of the worst nights of her life. Easily. His threat to take her hundreds of feet into the air had her shaking her head, a small terrified yelp left her at the idea. The knife disappeared into her shadows as quick as it had come and she held her hand up to show him it was empty now. "Just... just... let me go."
She was still struggling, to be free of him, but looked down and stilled herself, staring at the ground. "Actually... if you could put me down on the ground. That would be better than just letting me go." Her voice was shaking and fear was rolling off her in waves. A small part of her was ashamed that this... thing had terrified her so, but everyone had a weakness. She was facing three of hers at one time. "I don't know what you are or how an elf came to be as such, but I want no part of this." She knew as soon as he let her go and her feet were on the ground, she'd be running as fast as her elven speed would take her.
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 11:27 PM
When her eyes widened at what he was or what his legs appeared to be, it made him tingle inside with excitement much like every time he feels fear from another. However she didn't attack him like she had promised, which was disappointing to a degree. Szethe had been interested in whether or not she could fly, he doubted it, however she was using some kind of magic as he couldn't discern where her items were coming from or going to.
"Come now, won't you give thanks for keeping you from becoming disfigured?"
He relished in the yelp she gave and was tempted to scare her some more, lick her or something, yet he abstained from such. She wasn't a courier and smelled of blood, if she fought hard, he may not come out of the fight unharmed. Though that would be the same for her, given that he already had her hand. Licking his lips almost in anticipation while she looked downward and stilled herself.
"Afraid of heights? or afraid of falling onto my legs... I should feel offended, but I can see you're distraught. Perhaps I should offer you some tea"
Taking a breath, now that he was calmer, he blew air slowly toward her to get her attention. Of course it was due to the offer for tea, or so he wanted her to think. She was like a deer noticing a hunter and about to dart uncontrollably away from him if he were to let go of her. So he discretely threaded webbing imperceptible, stronger steel around her left calve and her boot. It wouldn't be sticky, however he would lower her down to the ground and let it drag for at least sixty feet before he would reel her back in. Hopefully she wouldn't run and would settle down, otherwise the night would just get more amusing for him.
"Now calm down and sit, we have much to discuss... Miss?"
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 11:41 PM
When he asked her for thanks, she gave a soft chuckle. "Sure, glad to. Thank you for not letting me get blown up. Would sort of ruin all the effort if you let me break on the ground don't you think?" Her eyes were locked on the ground and how far she was from it. It was one thing when she was in control, jumping from building to building or looking out a window, but she wasn't in control of this. Even if she managed to roll, she'd likely twist or break something and those types of injuries took time even for an elf to heal. She licked her lips, trying to get some moisture in her dry mouth.
The air coming towards her made her look over towards him. Had he just offered tea? She looked at him, her terrified mind momentarily confused. "I think I'll pass. I'm not much of a tea drinker. I prefer whiskey. Or even whiskey in my tea, but I'm afraid I need the strong stuff right now." The moment he sat her down and let go of her, she was running. Her shadows closed in around her, hoping to hide her from view if he tried to follow her. She darted from shadow to shadow. She was sure she was gaining ground and was going to get away from this monster when she felt something pull sharply at her left foot.
She hit the ground face first as she was jerked backwards. A scream of fear left her, but she slowly began to get angry, trying to sit up and slice the webbing on her boot and get free, but she was moving faster and faster, slamming into rocks and tombstones as she found herself racing back towards him. When she stopped moving, she stayed on the ground, groaning in pain. It felt a bit like she was a rug that had the dust beaten off of it over the fence. When he spoke, she began to push herself up, trying in vain to dust herself off. "No miss. Names Freedom. No there's not a last name or anything. Just Freedom. Not Miss Freedom either. I don't stand with all these title type of things. What do we have to discuss?" She finally looked up at him, clearly still afraid, but trying to play it off now that she was on the ground and aching. It gave her a distraction. "I didn't know Grifter was going to try to off us. I sure as fifty hells wouldn't have signed on for a suicide mission. So I don't know what you need me for."
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 22 2016, 11:59 PM
He was about to say that whiskey would be doable until he heard her dash away, he sighed and just stood there waiting for a few moments before clenching the webbing tightly before tugging. He could have tugged harder, faster and to the point where she would have been brained on a tome stone for all he knew. However he didn't, just strong singular motions as if pulling on a ships riggings. Though the scream that echoed through the darkness only made his own heart beat harder as he tried to keep his amusement to himself. Freedom was trying to keep herself distracted, calm and collected like a professional.
"I would love to give you a title, but if you don't like it. I will stay my words at Freedom"
Wanting to point out that it was ironic that she was now caught and definitely not free to do as she pleased. However he doubted that was what the name truly meant to her, instead he stretched out his arms and began to loosen up as it were while watching her. The fear was still there and it was invigorating, how long since the last time he had gone on a hunt. Perhaps there was more he could do to scare her, something he could say even. Szethe thought of something but kept it to himself for now.
"My name is Szethe L'tanshié, you may call me Szethe. Do you need bandages or ointment, I apologize, I forget my strength sometimes. As for this mission, I doubt it was a suicide mission... Perhaps Grifter wanted me to try to end your life and vice versa. It has not ended that way and I am glad, however I want you to assist me in looking for Grifter. With... how I am, I cannot enter smaller areas where he would hide. Now, I know you want nothing to do with me, but you owe me.. and I want Grifter in my hands. Deal?"
One of his armored feet, tapered into a large spike would step on the spider silk. If she tried to cut it, she would find it almost impossible, unless she was as strong as he was or possessed a cocktail of venoms to dissolve the substance. Szethe slowly moved toward her, his limbs animated in odd asymmetric movements that made the hairs on ones neck stand on end. Licking his lips as if he were staring down at a delicious morsel rather than ally may not be what he wanted, however fear was palpable and enticing.
Posted: Jul 23 2016, 12:13 AM
This man's words were a perplexing. He'd love to give her a title? It took all she had not ask him if that title was 'dinner', but she bit her tongue until the urge had passed. Her eyes watched every move he made. The way he was shaking out his body made her think that he was considering doing something very physical. Perhaps ripping her apart into smaller pieces? She began to tense again even as he began to speak.
The name he gave was elvish, without doubt, but she didn't recognize it from the grove she grew up in. She didn't want to ask where he was from. The idea that there was a whole race of elf spiders out there made her ill. If her enemies found them, Freedom would never be safe. The offer he made her had her lifting an eyebrow in surprise. He wanted her to capture Grifter and bring him to him? She could do that. That was more than fair. The least she could do since he had saved her from blowing up. Just as she started to say deal, he stepped on the web, drawing her eyes down to his foot for lack of a better word.
Freedom couldn't help but jerk at her foot. The web didn't break though and she couldn't get away as he came closer. The boots she was wearing were specially made. She really hated to cut the boot and lose it. The pair had cost her two hundred gold pieces. She was on the verge of panic again as she strained pulling her leg as hard as she could, finally sitting up and twisting her wrist to bring out a blade, trying to cut the silk. It didn't budge and she looked up at him, clearly terrified. "You eat me, I can't catch anything for you!" When she was afraid, the Irish accent that had started to fade over the centuries came back, showing exactly where she was from even if she never said. "I'm skinny and bony anyway. Not much of a meal you know. Can... you back up? I'm willing to deal with you, but looking me like that just makes me want to run away. Boots or no boots." Greed was the only thing keeping her in place at the moment. Or maybe some would call it being a cheapskate. Either way. Losing gold and possession was not something she liked to do if she could avoid it.
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 23 2016, 12:40 AM
"I'm quite sorry, I had not meant to scare you. It is in my nature and I could not help but admire you. Irish heritage as well and don't worry, I have no reason to feed on you"
Szethe did stop, but he was leaning over almost in an impossible angle toward her, the pedipalp claws at his waist snapping lightly in quick succession as he offered her a hand. As if to lift her off the ground because he would rather she either stand or sit in a manner where she isn't sprawled on the ground like prey. Szethe stopped admiring her like a feast and more like prey that he'd want to mount as he spoke with a light smile.
"Even if you believe you're skin and bone, you are too pretty to say such things, Freedom and it's not like spiders eat flesh, they liquefy organs and drink the remains. I, on the other hand enjoy steak and a fine wine"
Perhaps he was charming, however without some kind of brainwashing, most never forgot that he was a giant spider beneath the waist. Tilting his head, he wondered if she was going to take it or stab it. Giving her a look of 'Hey now, you're not going to get far, might as well make the best of this situation' - not that it would come across well, however he seemed a lot more welcoming. If only he had his cloak, he'd have covered his legs from view a little so that she felt safer.
"Promise there will be whiskey involved"
Posted: Jul 23 2016, 11:40 AM
The apology for terrifying her was nice, but the fact that he said he admired her made her feel a bit uncomfortable. That was.... nice? A little gross considering he was a spider thing, but she didn't think he meant it as anything but a compliment. She'd let it be because she thought hurting his feelings might be a bad idea until she got the web off her boots. She was angry with herself that the Irish accent had slipped from her in her stress and discomfort.
He offered her his hand and she looked from it up to his face and back again. The way he was looking at her changed, but she wasn't sure if it was better. He complimented her looks and she she opened her mouth to say thank you, but he started talking about liquefying organs and she shivered in disgust. She looked back to him, seeing he was waiting and sighed, reaching out to take his hand when he mentioned whiskey. Now he was talking her language. "Well... when you include the whiskey...." Once she was on her feet, she began to dust herself off, her cloak a bit worse for wear. Reaching up and unhooking it, she tossed it into her shadows to mend later. She began to check her leathers for rips or tears, giving her something besides him to look at as she spoke. "You don't have to compliment me to get me to help you. Like I said, I'm more than willing to bring Grifter's sorry ass to you. But, let's make another deal, if I'm going to work for you, don't talk about liquefying and drinking peoples insides. It's not personal, but I really don't like spiders, so you freak me out a bit already as it is."
The elf finally had to look back at him and she was still terrified, but he wasn't trying to eat her or attack her, so she could keep herself fairly calm. "I just have to ask.... were you... born like this? I mean, you partially look like an elf, like me, but... then..." She motioned to the rest of him. "I've heard of and see giant spiders before, but I've never seen anything like you." Before he could answer her eyes glanced past him, noting a bit of light starting to color the sky. It would be dawn soon. "Is there somewhere else that we can talk? The sun will be up soon and I'm not looking to get a sun tan." Her eyes went down to the web still on her boot, feeling like she was shackled to him unless she lost her boots, and sighed before she looked back up to him.
Freedom is what you do
• with whats been done to you •
|Szethe L'tanshié
Posted: Jul 23 2016, 04:41 PM
Szethe was many things, charmer among them however he was always a bit too intimidating even prior to his transformation. The force of personality and charisma that he held was never used to manipulate others until after he was cast out of the court. Naive standards that were long since forgotten. Pulling Freedom to her feet and holding onto her gloved hand a moment longer than necessary. Szethe glanced around momentarily while keeping her within line of sight in case she bolted once again. Nodding at her words before chuckling in a lighthearted manner, the sound echoing almost hauntingly.
"As you wish, but I was only stating the facts. Oh, and I wasn't complimenting you to get your help. I did it because you're attractive"
Honesty, sincerity and countless years of speaking to people who were suspicious due to the fact that he looked like a nightmare. It didn't hurt anymore and he had embraced what he was a very long time ago, however it was still disappointing. Freedom spoke of his birth or how he came to be and he pondered what to say, few people had the gall to ask outright out of fear or loathing. He wanted to sweep her from her feet and just move given the time and that the world would not stay it's hand if they were spotted. However that would just overpower her with fear again.
"I have three safe areas nearby, some prepared an age ago. Though I believe you would rather not a cave covered in webbing. So that narrows it down to two, but it's necessary that you take my hand and close your eyes, then we'll be on our way. Agreed?"
Smiling as he licked his teeth, if he weren't what he was, Szethe would have been a fine specimen of an Elven male. Though a bit more picture perfect than those within reality, once in a safe location he would share his origins if she was still curious. If she took his hand, he would pull her up his chest and carry her like a bride before jumping into the air, dust propelling beneath them as they were launched upward. Heading toward the Forest, he had an old hunters cabin with a hidden underground chamber, it would look dilapidated and overrun much like the cemetery.
Yet the chambers beneath would be just dust covered, hidden by giant flagstones that only the unbearably strong could shift. Szethe could have waited for her to close her eyes but he would have done all this within a heartbeat after she accepted his offer. It would be over in a matter of seconds, wind soaring past them and the sound of rushing air followed by the plummeting feeling that tears at your stomach and lungs. Until branches broke their fall, his legs pumping up and then bending to take all the force of their landing so that they were not harmed. Without skipping a beat, he would move toward a half abandoned cabin.
Entering it's large door, he would pry at the flagstones in the corner of the room and pull out the foot thick stone with the bottom lined with what looked to be steel. The steel was connecting multiple flagstones together to reinforce the pieces and once picked up, it revealed a hole big enough for Szethe to enter. Dropping down, he attached webbing to the flagstone and as soon as they dropped twenty feet, the stone was replaced and they were in darkness. If she could see, they were in a large open chamber, bed in the corner, a table and a few bookshelves as well as barrels in another corner along with hundreds of bottles. The place smelled untouched and yet not stale.
"Now, apologies for the state of the room. I don't usually bring guests to my safe houses"
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I enjoy a story about baseball great Joe Garagiola. He once stepped to the plate when his turn came to bat. Before assuming his stance, however, fervent Roman Catholic Joe took his bat and made the sign of the cross in the dirt in front of home plate. Catcher Yogi Berra, also a devout Catholic, walked over and erased Garagiola's cross. Turning to the astonished batter, Berra smiled and said, "Let's let God watch this inning."
If I were God (and thank goodness I'm not), I think I would have wanted to simply watch the inning.
I likewise appreciate the story about an old Quaker who stood during the church meeting and told his fellow Friends about a young man who was not a Quaker and who lived an undisciplined life. This young man invited a pious Quaker friend to go sailing one day. A sudden storm came up and the wild young man was drowned. Having made his point, the old Quaker sat down.
Silence returned to the meeting until the old man once again arose. This time he said, "Friends, for the honor of the truth, I think I ought to add that the Quaker also drowned."
And if I were God (and again, thank goodness I'm not), I think I would have felt sadness for both losses. Neither was a greater tragedy than the other.
I know that religious piety can be a wondrous and beautiful thing. But it disturbs me the prominent role religions have historically played in wars and brutality over the ages. If I imagine a god so small as to favor those who think like me, worship like me and act like me, then I know very little of life and less of faith. I can't help but think this world would be in better shape if the gods most of us believed in were a little bigger.
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By Ginny Foat wth Laura Foreman
Random House, $17.95
A Chicago author whose most recent book is ``Defendant``
This book reflects our times in many ways, not least as the ghost of a story that startled the country just a few years ago. Ginny Foat, president of the National Organization for Women in California, had been accused by her former husband of murder. An ambivalent public watched her televised arrest, indictment and extradition to Louisiana as it watches so many sensational events--they are great comets that trail phosphorescent sparks across the darkened skies for a few weeks and then plunge below the horizon, often never to be sighted again.
Many readers will be surprised, as they would be about many similar news stories, to discover that Foat`s had a beginning and an ending as well as a klieg-lighted middle, that it was more complex than they supposed, that, in short, it is closer to their own experience than it ever seemed on a television screen.
The case, once a brief intense sensation, is brought in this book to its conclusion with a fullness that reminds us of the human costs of these daily shooting-star events whose passage we note but whose full significance we seldom perceive. The daily headlines are about real people, and if they seem very different from us at first, they become our brothers and sisters in the human situation when we can get a larger view of their lives..
Foat, judged quickly, almost eagerly, by many as a murderer with the news of the charges brought against her, forgotten after the first flush of publicity, emerges in this book as a real, if epically troubled, person. She stands, as she has in the various roles she has played in life, as a symbol and as herself.
Foat`s life has been an experiment in modern times. Born of Italian Catholic parents, raised as Virginia Galluzzo in the Hudson River town of New Paltz, N.Y., she has, by this account fashioned with the help of Laura Foreman, tried everything mid-century America could offer. Bright and curious, romantically rebellious, she repeatedly sheds her identity and picks it up again in a series of marital and career adventures that are profoundly typical of many peoples` pursuit of happiness in recent times. She acts out her inner conflicts wholeheartedly, rejecting her Catholicism, her parents, her first adolescent husband, embracing liberal and liberating causes all along the way. Foat did everything on a large scale, making no small mistakes, as she entered the women`s movement to proclaim her independence of men only to fall promptly for the domineering, insecure, violent but sexily stylish bartender, Jack Sidote. It is their relationship that is the centerpiece of this book, for not only did Sidote involve Foat in a succession of sordid hair-brained and hair-raising experiences, but he battered her regularly, keeping her in a terrifying psychological bondage that reached its climax with his accusing her of being a murderer.
The book builds to the trial at which, having supposedly emotionally separated Ginny Foat (the name of Raymond, the third of her four husbands)
from Virginia Galluzzo, she is able to testify on her own behalf, telling the truth against the assault of lies concocted by Sidote and apparently clung to desperately by Louisiana authorities.
The trial is related briefly but with all the searing reality that such episodes carry for defendants and, in a broader sense than the jury, Foat is finally able to declare that she is not guilty, implying that she is free at last of the wretched sense of self that she has carried through her immensely painful but never dull existence.
Along the way to that judgment, the reader accompanies Foat through marriages, movement politics (pretty tough, by the author`s account, among the women out for power), various catering businesses, romances that cause her to revert to traditional dependent relationships with men, and the harrowing central tale of her relationship with Sidote.
The book is well-written, compelling because of its narrative interest, and provocative in its presentation of the issues and personalities of the women`s movement as well as in its scalding revelation of her symbiotic, intensely troubled marriage.
As readers, we may be left with a sense of lingering incompleteness, however, because although we know the rest of the story of Foat`s trial for murder, we remain uncertain that she has really developed insight into the emotional conflicts whose effects she chronicles in such a moving, open-handed way. You close the book with a sense that this woman has spoken freely, generously, unguardedly, about herself. She has lived that way, too, and one mingles hope and nagging wonder about what the rest of the rest of her story will be like.


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Michael Overstreet is a robotics hobbyist in Kansas City. His humanoid robot was stolen over the weekend. Last Sunday (Sept 20, 2009) his car was broken into and his robot along with his laptop was stolen.
Over the last year Mike has been active with the CCCKC group. More details are listed on their web site.
Please keep an eye out for his robot showing up at pawn shops and such. Here is a recent video of his robot in action.


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No Ipods This Christmas
Last week, I locked eyes with a wide-eyed stranger while riding my five year old Jamis cross country uphill towards work. Two things came to mind: either that I had met this guy once upon a time in Mexico or that I should have removed my nerdy spectacles the instance I stepped out for fresh air.
He went down the opposite direction when the traffic ahead caught my attention. I stopped at the intersection giving way to the noisy engines and lo, beside me like a predator sneaked up Mr. Stranger. "Buay, you know anybody weh want buy wan ipod"?
Oh okay, he's selling a hot mp3 player. Actually about four for $30 BZ a pop! He confessed about breaking into a warehouse or something of the sort. Sounded super fishy, but who cares, show me the good stuff.
So I scheduled a meeting at my workplace and before I could settle in, he shows up with a cardboard box enclosed in a black plastic bag. He's quite in a rush this time and looking very desperate. Still on his yellow beach cruiser, he approaches, and says "see it ya, run it now".
My immediate reaction to this is wtf?! I reach over to grab the box he's pushing at me and he reacts. Then I react: "Show me!".
"Buay stop play, dem done see me already, ih deh in ya, jus tek it!"
This time, he shakes the box inadvertently too much and I hear something in there that doesn't sound like four ipods. I retreat leaving behind a long-haired, Antonio Banderas looking mad man in uproar. Emma looks at me on my way in, "Wat you do di li man Leonardo?". I walk towards my desk, pissed. There will be no ipods for me this Christmas.


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There's something about the crisp, clean look of stripes that brings an air of freshness and calm to a space, and often a touch of nautical adventure. Playing with the colours, widths and lengths of stripes can change a space even further. Below are examples of projects that use stripes to enhance spaces, indoors and out.
STRIPED SHELVES: It's stripes on stripes: Paint shelves with chalkboard paint in a color different from the wall for a linear look. These shelves have chalk-drawn lines along the edges. Displaying white items emphasizes the graphic effect. Learn how to make chalkboard paint.
STRIPED PENDANT LAMPS: A pair of white-and-blue pendant lamps brighten this eclectic kitchen -- with its 19th-century farmhouse table and retro-style chairs -- in more ways than one. Wrapping cotton cord around aluminum shades gives them a softer look, while the silvery interiors maintain their industrial edge. Lamp how-to, click here.
STRIPED ROPE BASKETS: Like magic, humble cotton cord meant for Venetian blinds becomes a basket with natural appeal and chic style. All you need is a little time and some glue. Wind the cord (Venetian blind cord, by Librett Durables, jamaliagarden.com) around a plastic flowerpot, gluing as you go and changing cord colors to make stripes. Use the baskets for bread, fruit, or potted plants, or create a set of desk accessories.
STRIPED TAGS: Plain tags from an office-supply store become bright and cheerful with the addition of stripes. Just wrap the tags with lengths of washi tape, a kind of Japanese masking tape (often sold in packs with several colors). The speedy, goof-proof process makes this a great project to do with kids.
STRIPED DESK ACCESSORIES: Buy decorative accessories or even office supplies in two colors, and -- voila! -- instant stripes. Here, we alternated storage boxes and envelopes for a graphic look.
STRIPED PILLOWS: Nautical stripes in faded blue combine with neutrals and naturals for a room that's modern and inviting. The daybed's large pillows began as throw rugs that cost $3 each (really!) and were stitched into shape with a carpet needle.
RIBBON-STRIPED SHEER CURTAINS: Inexpensive and ubiquitous, store-bought sheers will save you precious time and money by serving as the canvas for your creative additions. Turn organza ribbon into soft stripes on cotton-voile sheers.
STRIPED TABLE: Set the table for a whole season of festive cookouts by giving it a new summer coat. The wooden slats of a classic picnic table provide a ready-made outline for stripes. Table how-to, click here.
PAINTED STRIPE FLOOR: Painting a floor can give form to a room where everything is function, offset the formality of a living room, and restore life to a tired stairway. It is a bit of trompe l'oeil underfoot -- a visual pun that plays to an entire room. Floor how-to, click here.


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"The End"
Wow, it still doesn't really feel all that real. The fact that after 2 years, I finally get to see you guys this week after 2 years. Man. Crazy crazy feeling.
I really have enjoyed this past week and I have made a ton of memories. General Conference, was really good. It was interesting though. I have been so used to watching general conference these last 2 years with my "missionary goggles". But this time as I was watching the sessions, I felt stuck in this weird in-between phase. It just started to sink in that I am about to be an RM! Whaaaaa??!?
"Dying" and being "on my death bed" (good ole mission lingo) has led me to some deep reflection about these last 2 years..
A mission really is an amazing thing. There is nothing else that can compare to it. For 2 years you give up everything to go and serve and help other people. You are there for the sole purpose of blessing the lives of others.
I have learned a ton about the importance of the human soul. I know with out a doubt in my mind that every single person that has ever lived on this earth, that is currently living on this earth, or that will ever live on this earth is a child of God. And as such they should be treated with love and respect. I have brushed shoulders with a very very wide array of people on my mission. And I can honestly say that I have gained something from all of them. I love the people here. They are so amazing.
I also think back to my missionary plaque. And the scripture that is on there. 2 Nephi 2:25. "...Men are that they might have Joy." I love that simple sentence. It really is so true, We ARE that we might have joy. We can obtain that joy through the gospel of Jesus Christ.
There are so many memories that I could go on and share, but I'll just tell them to you guys in person! (Seee you Thursday!) Yay!
It has been such a blessing to serve in the Germany, Frankfurt Mission. I love it here. I have made so many memories and I have been blessed to come in contact with some of the most amazing people in the world.
Don't ever loose sight of what is really important.
I love you guys!!!!!!!!
Elder Nikora Philip Anderson


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Dear Reverend Sizer,
If you are reading this, would you care to comment on this email which you sent, on first name terms, to a certain Israel Shamir in September 2004, asking him to cooperate with you in your anti-Zionist activities? Would you further care to comment on the fact that the same Israel Shamir elsewhere opines that "We must deny the concept of Holocaust without doubt and hesitation, even if every story of Holocaust down to the most fantastic invention of Wiesel were absolutely true", who assures us that "Nobody has to be a Jew, and as their crimes in Palestine multiply, it is imperative not to be one", and who is described by Times journalist Stephen Pollard as "an extreme anti-Semite"?
Oh, and should you perhaps care to preface your answer with "some of that material postdates my Sept 2004 email to Israel Shamir", perhaps you could answer me this: were you aware that some pro-Palestinian activists had disassociated themselves from Israel Shamir a full THREE AND A HALF YEARS previously? (Quote: "We do not have any need for some of what Israel Shamir is introducing into the discourse on behalf of Palestinian rights, which increasingly includes elements of traditional European anti-Semitic rhetoric.")
Perhaps you can also answer me this: why were you emailing Israel Shamir at the same time as you were presumably researching for your December 2005 book "Christian Zionism: Roadmap to Armageddon?" in which you claim that you desired to "repudiate anti-Semitism" (p. 261)? Rev Sizer, how do you square your desire to repudiate anti-Semitism with your documented links with Israel Shamir?
Just in case you're struggling for answers, let me help you out with a couple of suggestions:
(1) You knew that Shamir was a virulent anti-Semite, but chose to network with him anyway. If this is the case, then how do you expect people to believe you when you say you repudiate antisemitism?
(2) You did not know that Israel Shamir was a virulent anti-Semite, even though this had been made abundantly clear three-and-a-half years earlier. If this is the case, then how do you expect people to take you seriously as a scholar?
I can see no third alternative: perhaps you can suggest one?
I await your answers with great interest.


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Do you find writing believable villains more simple or
more difficult than writing believable heroes? Why?
I find writing any character hard... at least until I "get" him or her. After that, it's pretty smooth sailing.
As far as making them believable, as long as they have drives and foibles and issues and quirks, people are people, villain or hero.


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3514 Perrin Drive, Haw River NC, 27258 (Residential)
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In reality, what I was trying to explain with my most recent post is that while Gay people want the right to marry and deserve it, it should be placed lower on our list of priorities. The Queer community is being denied a great number of rights across this country because of our sexual orientation. Those rights are of immediate necessity to many Gays and Lesbians and should be fought for now. Marriage is of less immediate necessity but is known to infuriate many of those who oppose Gay people on even the slightest level. Instead of attempting to prevent our right to marry, they go further and attempt to withhold other rights from us.
Clearly you didn't read my entire post on my blog. While did say that we should withdraw our focus on winning the right to marry in the courts, my argument was for our community to focus on real progress in Gay rights.
Specifically, I live in California where Gay people are legislatively equal to straight people (with the exception of the word marriage, alone). But there are too many places in our nation where that is not the case. In many states we can not adopt children, we have no form of domestic partnerships, and have no legal protections against hate crimes. These are real issues that need real progress.
The focus on forcing the courts to grant same-sex marriage is very much hurting our push for other, more important, equal rights. We should focus on true equality first!
As such, I firmly believe we should not back down from our fight to secure equal rights for all Gay men, women, and children. The word "marriage" should be a part of these rights because it is part of our equality to straight people. However, we should be smart about our struggle and fight for those things most necessary to us first.


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Adding Mongo DB driver to XAMPPPosted: January 26, 2012 Filed under: Linux, Techno irrelevency ., Ubuntu, Web 2.0 | Tags: database, drivers, internet, linux, mongo, mongodb, open, opensource, php, php extensions, source, tutorial, ubuntu, web, xampp 8 Comments
Like many developers I use XAMPP for PHP development. But adding PHP extensions in xampp to does not seem to have a direct procedure . So when I wanted mongodb drivers I was on my own to figure out how to get it working . Here is the knowledge I gained .
I am using Ubuntu oneiric ocelot machine so this procedure is similar for all *NIX machines (Sorry windows users but the procedure must similar).
- First download and install Mongo db from mongodb.org/downloads
- Secondly download the PHP MongoDB driver source from github.com/mongodb/mongo-php-driver
- Now to compile the code
- You need phpize to compile the source code, so install php5-devpackage by running `sudo apt-get install php5-dev`
- Navigate into the mongo-php-driver directory and run `phpize` on the terminal
- Then run `./configure` to check for dependencies
- Run `make` to build the package
- You need phpize to compile the source code, so install php5-devpackage by running `sudo apt-get install php5-dev`
- Assuming XAMPP is installed at `/opt/lampp/` copy `mongo.so` and `mongo.la` from `modules` directory inside mongo-php-driver directory to `/opt/lampp/lib/php/extensions/no-debug-non-zts-20090626/` directory
- Add the line `extension=mongo.so` to `/opt/lampp/etc/php.ini`
- Start mongodb and xampp servers and run the program test program from php.net/manual/en/mongo.tutorial.php to check if it is working
Short term memory loss !!Posted: November 22, 2011 Filed under: Linux, Techno irrelevency ., Ubuntu | Tags: arch, linux, machine, ubuntu, virtual, virtual-box 4 Comments
An arch Linux box that I was running on my laptop just ran out of memory
Serves me right for allocating only 128MB RAM for it.
I was not even running a GUI , there was only a ssh server and the network services running. I was installing a few JRuby gems via a ssh session when this suddenly happens.
This highlights a very valid point in today's world of computing, I feel that today's software aren't really very efficiently built.
We are taking the amount of memory that is available, for granted and not writing very efficient software .
Screencasting from UbuntuPosted: October 17, 2011 Filed under: Techno irrelevency . | Tags: 10, 11, gnome, gnome-shell, ocelot, oneiric, oneiric ocelot, open, screencast, shell, source, ubuntu, ubuntu-11.10, webm Leave a comment
Screencasting (Recording a video of your desktop) just got easier since if you have Gnome Shell .
Gnome shell comes with an inbuilt screencasting feature which is activated by pressingctrl+alt+shift+r
To deactivate it just press the same combination . The video is by default saved in webm format in the current user's home directory.
Here is a sample video.
Limit the CPU usage of a process (Linux).Posted: August 8, 2011 Filed under: How-To, Linux, Ubuntu | Tags: cpu, heat, limit, linux, open, processor, source, ubuntu Leave a comment
There have been times when I wished that I could limit the cpu usage of a process even though it might run slower , There is a simple way to do it on Linux .
Just type the following in terminal.
cd /tmp wget 'http://downloads.sourceforge.net/cpulimit/cpulimit-1.1.tar.gz' tar -zxvf cpulimit-1.1.tar.gz cd cpulimit-1.1 make cp cpulimit /usr/local/sbin/ rm -rf cpulimit*
If you are a debain/Ubuntu user you can also do the following in terminal.
$ sudo apt-get install cpulimit
After installation to limit the cpu usage of a process :
cpulimit -p -l
Happy cpu reduction !!
extraire avec unrar sous (Extract with unrar on) linuxPosted: June 24, 2011 Filed under: How-To, Linux, Techno irrelevency ., Ubuntu | Tags: 11.04, archive, command, extract, line, linux, narwhal, natty, rar, terminal, tutorial, ubuntu, unrar, win, win-rar 1 Comment
Ever since I switched over to Linux extracting files from win-rar archives was never a pleasant experience especially broken archives .
Then I recently I discovered the power of Command line and suddenly I realised things got much easier .
So how do we go about Extracting win-rar archives ?
Well there are three methods
- Use Ubuntu's inbuilt archive manager (File roller) , Personally I hate this program.
- Use Winrar itself on Wine , Ok but it doesn't work as good as it does on Windows.
- Use unrar from terminal , Pure Brilliance !!
So lets Un-RAR the RARs
Open terminal and navigate to the folder where the archive is and type
unrar e [filename].[rar]
replace [filename].[rar] with which ever archive you want to extract .
Add -kb switch to extract non-complete / broken archives
So for example to Extract Foo.rar
unrar e Foo.rar -kb
Some may consider this method as too long or not as easy as using a GUI , but once you get the hand of the command line This is the fastest method.
Please feel free to Post your comments and suggestions below
PS: If you are asking why the French title , well the answer is "Simply because I was in the mood to use Google translate" .
Typing தமிழ் (Tamil) on Ubuntu LinuxPosted: June 14, 2011 Filed under: Linux, Original Article, Tutorial | Tags: 04, 10, 10.04, 10.10, 11.04, administration, தமிழ், dravidian, ibus, indic, indie, language, linux, maverick, meerkat, source, tamil, tutorial, ubuntu 10 Comments
To type a indic language on Linux you need to do some work before you get it working and before we start I am assuming that you are using ubuntu Linux 10.04 or higher .
The first thing you need is to install ibus
so to install ibus open terminal and type
sudo apt-get install ibus
sudo apt-get install ibus-m17n
after installing ibus and m17n go to System->Administration->Language Support in the Gnome menu
Select keyboard input system as ibus
Click on Install/Remove Languages -> Select Tamil -> Select all the Components ->Apply the changes.
Then go to System->Preferences->Keyboard Input Methods
Goto Input Method Tab , Select an Input method and then choose Tamil -> Tamil-phonetic and click Add
Enable Show icon on System tray
then your preferred shortcut keys .
Choose Tamil from the keyboard icon in the notification area
and now you can type தமிழ் (Tamil) !!
நண்றி வணக்கம் !
Post you comments and Suggestions in the section below .
Serving Servlets !Posted: May 26, 2011 Filed under: How-To, Linux, Techno irrelevency ., Tutorial | Tags: apache, dynamic, eclipse, foss, how, how-to, internet, java, jsp, linux, open, opensource, pages, servlet, source, to, tomcat, tutorial, ubuntu, web, Windows Leave a comment
When staring web developement now a days many people start with PHP , Ruby on Rails , or something like that , but there was a Time when Servlets were King .
Servlets are still very Prominent and are also very powerful, and sometimes better than any other web development platform.
To get started with servlets using just Tomcat is very easy , but using Eclipse along with it Required a small bit of effort .
I spent 20 minutes on learning how to configure Eclipse to work with Tomcat 7
So here is a Tutorial for the same .
The Downloads
2 Things have to be downloaded
The Process
I am writing this tutorial for Linux but the concept is the same for Windows and Mac .
After Downloading
Extract Eclipse and tomcat into a folder
Run Eclipse
open Window->Preferences
Choose Server->Runtime Environments
Click Add
Choose Apache Tomcat v7.0
Choose the location where Tomcat was extracted
Click Finish
Now the Server has been successfully added .
The Project
Create a new Dynamic Web Project
Right click on the project select New->Servlet
Now you can create your Servlet and run it in eclipse with Tomcat , so what are you waiting for get coding!!


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Last week 11 year old comes in with a face like fizz. After much persuading I get the story out of her that her "friends" have been calling her names, pushing her, telling others not to play with her. The core of this is one girl. Her angry face quickly disolves into one trying hard to hold back the tears.
My face changes from concerned Mother to angry Lioness...as it does when one of your cubs is upset or hurting.
"I'm not going to school on Monday" she whispers. "It's too hard trying to ignore them".
Nope. Nope. Nope. I'm not having that. No first instinct is to go and find the buggers who have made my daughter cry, who have told her she is ugly, who have told her her hair is the wrong colour, who have called her names she (and they) don't really know the meaning of and grab their little necks and wring them but a) that's not allowed and b) that's not teaching my daughter how to deal with this properly.
So I ponder for a minute or two. I face this test of parenthood and consider my move.
I am always teaching my kids that the only weapon you will ever need in this world is a smart mouth and the ability to use it properly.
It's something I believe in. Know how to use your mouth and you can achieve all sorts.
So I gather 11 year old and we get in the car. 11 year old wants to know where we're going. I tell 11 year old that I will explain it all when we get back.
We pull up outside the local shop. There "Friend 1" is standing. We walk past and go into the shop. No sign of the rest of them. I purchase what I need and head back out the shop. "Friend 1" is still outside.
"Hiya Toots, have you seen Emily*?" I ask her. She answers no. "Ok babes well if you do can you tell her I was looking for her please? I'd like to speak to her about something" and we walk away.
We get back to the house and 11 year old is looking a bit panicked. "Mum why did you do that? Emily will know I've told you now". I agree and say yes she will but let's just wait and see.
A few minutes later another "friend" appears alone in the street. I open the door and go out. "Hey Hun, have you seen Emily?" I ask her. Again the answer is no. I move into second gear. "Oh ok Hun. I'll catch up with her later because I want to talk to her about something. I also want to talk to you but since you're here I won't need to look for you"
"Friend 2 " looks at me. The expression of smart ass 11 year old instantly changed to worried 11 year old.
"Ok babes, Belle has told me what happened tonight and what's been happening all week. I'm really disappointed that you have been part of that and I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to have to mention your name when I speak to the Head on Monday. I know your Mum will be annoyed and I know you'll be worried now all weekend about getting into trouble on Monday but I am annoyed and Belle is going to be worried all weekend so we're all square now"
Friend 2 is quick to point out that it was Emily. Emily started it and Emily told them to do it and Emily said she wouldn't speak to them if they spoke to Belle.
By now Friend 3 has appeared and is listening closely. "Am I getting told on?" he asks.
"Where you there? Have you been involved?" I ask him back. He answers yes. "Then I'm sorry Toots but I'll need to mention you to0". Friend 3 is quick to point out Emily started it as well!
I move up a notch. "Ok guys look, I know you're good kids, I've known you both since you were 3 years old but you know Belle is upset and she's frightened and that is not good. I know Emily can be a little sod but when did you guys decide that she was the boss? Who told her she could make the rules and the decisions for you all? If she told you all to jump of a cliff would you do it?. I don't think so. It's a shame because now you're both going to get into trouble because you let someone else make a decision for you."
Friend 2 and 3 look to the ground. I sense victory and carry on. "You know guys, in a few months time you are all going to High School. On day one and for the first few weeks you will be really pleased to see faces and friends from your Primary class until you make new friends and settle in" They are now looking up at me listening intently looking very much like the wee 3 year olds I once knew! "Remember that you all have feelings and imagine how it might be if it was you no-one was speaking to or it was you people were being told to ignore. Imagine if that's you at High School."
"That would be crap" says Friend 3.
"Yes it would" I reply. "Ok guys I'll leave you to think about it and at least now you'll be prepared to speak to the Head on Monday. Have a nice weekend guys ok?"
"Yes Jenny" they reply and walk away.
11 year old looks perplexed when I go back in. "Mum what are you doing? I don't understand. They'll go and tell Emily and she'll be really angry that she's getting into trouble"
I sit her down and begin to try and explain. "Honey, imagine you are Emily. You've been told Belle's Mum is looking for you. That the Head is going to be told what you've been up to. Two of your friends are annoyed because they might now be in trouble becuase they did what you told them too. Belle's Mum knows your Mum. Your Mum is bound to find out. How are you feeling right now? I'll tell you how...you are panicking. You are about to start backtracking and trying to save your skin."
Belle looks puzzled and then nods "Emily is going to be worried"
I say that she will and that it's good if she is worried because now she is feeling exactly what Belle is feeling....worried, frightened and nervous.
I tell Belle to watch some tv and just give it some time.
30 minutes was all it took.
I tell Belle to answer the door. There on the doorstep are 8 "friends". I can hear the "I'm sorry's" from the lounge. I can hear the reasons why things were said and done. I can hear the excuses, the explanations, the regrets and the promises it won't happen again. They give her 2 packets of sweets they have clubbed together for and bought t the shop. I can't hear Emily though....and then..."I'm sorry Belle, I didn't mean it" and on and on it goes for several minutes as Emily finally finds her voice.
Belle turns to me and says "Mum can I go out?" I nod.
I go to the door while she is putting on her trainers. "Well look at this on my doorstep!" They all laugh. "Sorry for making you annoyed Jenny" says one voice from the back. "Yep so you should be you wee brat!" They laugh again. "I want you all to know I won't have bullying and that goes for any of you bullying each other not just Belle ok? It's not big and it's not clever. Try and remember that you've all been friends a long time. If you can't be nice to each other then stay away from each other. If you've nothing nice to say then keep it zipped ok?"
They all nod. "Good. See ya'll later"
Belle heads out.
She returns an hour or two later, soaked, bogging and beaming from ear to ear. Which is how it should be.
Later I put her to bed. "Thanks Mum. I get it now. Make the bullies feel how you feel and they are not so smart"
"Yep that's it" I say "and remember if that fails then just smack them one right in the mouth!" and I walk away and close the door leaving 11 year old in fits of laughter.
Jenny xx
Obviously Emily is a made up name and I'm glad to say it seems to have settled down and things are back to normal. Peace has prevailed and the world is a happier place. I am going to apply for a UN Peacekeeping position in due course!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Beating The Bullies....
Posted by jenny at 9:15 AM
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- Divemaster Dad said...
It's no' the Head they're shit scared of...it's you....and so would I be if it was me... :-)
Glad to see you back online...
- Divemaster Dad said...
Oi....one posting this year and then you disappear?
What's happening with the pub?
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Is it possible that not knowing, is making me just as nuts as knowing would?
A L L I think about is fat.
I have googled every measurement based body fat percentage formula. I have looked at every chart I can find. I have been spending more time with my scale, than I have with my dog lately. Formulas are only predictions, impedance is not that accurate, underwater is best, but pinching is a cost effective alternative. Blah blah blah.
Inside, outside, upside down, everyone and everything are constantly reassuring; normal, NORMAL, NORMAL! but I can't take it.
I want to know for sure!!!!!
I feel like I need to do the lab to prove that I'm ok, and normal, and stuff… But, clearly this preoccupation is NOT normal! Just like restricting, purging, and running the stairs (with my books and laptop) are NOT normal!
Either way I am completely and totally consumed by this stupid project.
I want to know!!!!!


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Interior Design 230
DSNI 230: Materials, Finishes and Textiles I
Prerequisites: DSNI 125
Credit Hours: (3) Two hours lecture; two hours laboratory
An introduction to the physical properties of and recommended applications for basic materials, finishes and textiles used in interior spaces. The student develops knowledge and skills needed to research and evaluate functional, aesthetic, economic and environmental characteristics of materials, finishes and textiles.
Detailed Description of Content of Course
This course explores the physical properties of materials, finishes and textiles used in interior environments. Students are introduced to conventions and systems for categorizing and organizing data; to codes and standards; and to the creative application of materials, finishes and textiles in interior environments. Topics include: stone, metal, wood, concrete, tile, glass, plastics, natural and synthetic fibers; and impact of universal and sustainable design issues in the selection of materials.
Detailed Description of Conduct of Course
Course content is delivered through lectures, field trips, lab sessions, guest speakers and independent research. The lab environment provides hands-on experience with various materials, finishes and textiles and their applications. Independent research, creative projects, and participation in the organization and management of the resource room are required.
Goals and Objectives
Upon successful completion of this course, the student will demonstrate:
1) Knowledge of the physical characteristics of basic building materials, finishes and textiles used in interior spaces.
2) Knowledge of the conventions for categorizing materials, finishes and textiles in the design industry.
3) Skill in researching the characteristics of specific materials, finishes and textiles and their appropriateness to interior application, based on aesthetic, functional, economic and environmental criteria.
4)Basic knowledge in the historic application of building materials.
5) Knowledge of the codes, standards and testing methods applicable to building materials for interior use.
6) Basic knowledge of the installation and maintenance requirements of specific building materials and finishes.
7) Skill in managing and accessing materials, finishes and textiles data and samples.
8)Skill in creatively and appropriately selecting building materials and finishes for interior application.
Assessment Measures
Testing and evaluation of research assignments will assess students' knowledge of course content. Knowledge and ability to organize and adequately access materials data and samples will be assessed through ongoing participation in the management of the program's resource library.
Other Course Information
This course will be offered on alternate years.


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8-Months No ED at EQCA;
No Harm to the LGBT People
My, how time has flown by since the last executive director of Equality California resigned and whose final day heading the group was October 14.
Wanna bet the majority of lesbians and gays and queers and bisexuals and transgenders in the Golden State can't recall the ED's name or know the group has been leaderless for eight-months?
Roland Palencia barely had time to redecorate the ED's office before departing. He lasted about three-months at EQCA before fading back into the woodwork in Los Angeles.
That's shorter than the very limited tenure of Torie Osborn in 1993 serving as ED at the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. Writer Karen Ocamb thought it was a six-month stint, but Osborn claims it was for ten-months.
In the eight-months since Palencia left EQCA no harm has come to the California LGBT community and the group has basically been in simple survival mode, not doing much more than keeping the lights on.
Another day without an ED at EQCA and the group teetering on total irrelevancy, is a good day for our community.


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Me: I would love to but working till 6.
Abby: Is the newspaper pretending to be a pre-union sweatshop in the 1920s or something?
Me: Pretty much, yo.*
Abby: I would save you but I'm currently being held hostage by the bus driver and the crapheads who ride with me in this chariot from hell.
Me: Sounds fun!
Abby: They're literally BLASTING the radio and it's Bruno Mars and already I can feel my powers fading. Crappy pop is my kryptonite.
Abby: MY POWERS.
Abby: My superhero name is HomeGurl because I'm a homie to everybody.
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Have you ever noticed that little box on the right hand side of my blog, the Lijit one.One of the options is to look through the recent readers,I have a habit of when I check in here I check the recent readers list.It can be interesting to see who has stopped by and where they live.It even shows if the person was searching for something.Mostly I see chicken butchering,killing cones-how to make and the other big one is the search for the differences in types of chickens used for cooking.
Just now I checked that little gizmo and whoa horse what did I read? Paris, France searching for "butchered girls". Oh lord that is grim sounding and kind of freaked me out.Lets all just hope that some how something did not translate the way it should have.
Today I have been tinkering with my own version of mincemeat for pie.We will be having said pie for dessert and I'll fill everyone in once the votes are in.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Ever notice?
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Browsing through the searches that bring someone to your blog can be sobering.ReplyDelete
I hope you are always visited by kindred spirits.
I didn't know you could do that. What are those people in Paris up to?ReplyDelete
Margaret- Yup and you can even click on the words in blue and Google pops up and shows you other sites with the same topic,I am sure there is some sort of high tech mumbo jumbo for what I am trying to say,but maybe you get it?ReplyDelete
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After the eggs have been hard-cooked and colored, after they`ve been decorated with colorful imprints of bunnies and green grass, after they`ve been hidden and excitedly found during the Easter egg hunt--then what?
Some have probably been stepped on, maybe the dog got a couple and there are likely a few still nestling in their hiding places. Chances are you`re still up to your ears in eggs.


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Monday, October 24, 2011
Another Sketchbook Finished.
I finally got to the last page of my sketchbook. This one took a little longer to complete with all the distractions I had recently. I like being able to look back at it and see where I have grown. I think this sketchbook has changed some of the ways I approach watercolor. I'm not as afraid to mess one up by playing with the paint a bit, working into wet areas as well as glazing one color over another. I think I need to look for a heavier paper though. these sketchbooks are 80 lb, something heavier would stand up better to corrections and lifting paint up.
The subway sketch on the left was quickly sketched in pencil and the paint was added latter when I got home.
The watercolor I did of battery park bellow was done the same way.
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Image via WikipediaEgypt: So unless you have been in a hole for the last few weeks the people over in Egypt have decided they are done with their president H. Mubarak, well after 30 something years in office I think I would agree. From what I have seen on the sphere here is that there roughly 2 groups of people or 2 trains of thought going about.
#1 Being that everyone is so happy the people of Egypt are rid of their oppressive Government and that they can now move towards something better. Somewhat reminds me of when the Soviet Union dropped communism and tried Democracy/ Capitalism, They are still trying to figure it out as of now.
#2 Being that many are worried about the power vacuum that now exists and who will fill it, will it be a Democratic or an Islamic form of Government? No one knows at this point but many other Governments are watching and waiting, what Government is chosen though will define the region for better or worse.
There are a few reasons why Egypt is such a strategic area, one being the Suez Canal, this is a vital trade route and if there are any disruptions ( Minor ones when the internet was shut down ) They can affect the global market and create shortages and increased prices that will hurt everyone. This is the plan and goal of the Muslim Brotherhood who is one contender to fill the power vacuum in the country. Another stated goal of the MB is the destruction of Israel as the country shares a border with the country, Currently the two countries have a peace treaty and the military is honoring it at this time but with new leadership comes new or disregarded foreign policy. Needless to say Israel is watching very closely the events that are unfolding.
USA: Same stupidity different day it seems. The ATF is catching more heat by the day for the Project gunrunner episode where they apparently let firearms be taken into Mexico and where one was used to kill a Border Patrol Agent , Check out http://sipseystreetirregulars.blogspot.com/ Mike V. has been covering it along with David C. over at the http://waronguns.blogspot.com/
Unemployment dropped to what 9% but we only added around 36,000 jobs, Um I am going to call B/S on that one, we need in this country to add 120,000 to 150,000 jobs every month just to keep up with the amount of new people coming into the job market so until we see huge numbers coming in every month that 9% means nothing, It really means nothing anyway as it does not count underemployed or those who have Quit looking, it is a feel good number and a flat out LIE.
I saw here the other day where a Congressman or a Senator said that not having a budget and the result would be congress shutting down might not be to bad of a thing, well I have to agree in a way that it would be good because then they couldn't spend and waste tax payer money but alas I woke up from that wonderful dream because the system is rigged in that they have to stay in business or the people will starve and die or not get their checks. Damn.
Cabin Update: We are working on electrical so there is not much to show but I will have enough to make a post of it here soon, we are going to try and pull the 2/0 wire today so if that happens ( Weather permitting ) I will try and get some of the highlights up.


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Saturday, 10 March 2012
The Slow Road
After an eventful Christmas ski trip, culminating in a short flight in a helicopter to hospital and some frantic attempts to remember long-lost GCSE German, I found myself on crutches for all of January. And whilst my biceps came along a treat during that time, my leg muscles (one of them torn by the aforementioned accident) atrophied away.
So February was mostly spent doing dull physio exercises - one-legged squats, etc etc. And, gradually, trying to get back to somewhere near fit. 20 minutes on the rollers one day, 25 the next and so on.
Then I rode to work. I never thought that 8 miles would feel like SUCH a long way. I had a rest on the way. And wanted to sleep at my desk by 11am. After a week or so, that got easier and I thought I was fit so rode to my sister's house (18 miles). Had to stay the night as found it such a shock.
It's maddening how quickly you lose fitness and how slowly you gain it (for me, at least). The leg still hurts much of the time, there's a tiny dent where the muscle tear was, and anything over 40 miles is still unfathomably far, but the NHS physio declares me "better". Right.
EDIT: After a short ride in the sun today I am MUCH more cheery. I will get there! But slowly.
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
Running The Bulls
Gangsta D:
OK, this is for the Bulls' fans. When did they get good again? And did they get good in spite of Vinny Of The Black, or because of him? I have to admit I didn't even know they were "playoff-eligible" until last week:)
That's just hate and you know it!
They are not good. That would be an overstatement. They are competing, which is a monster step up from last year. Derrick Rose is the truth and John Salmons, surprising to me because I swear I thought he was going to be a big old tool, has been very solid. The Bulls play a 7, maybe 8 man rotation and have just been going for broke. No, they are not good. But they are building, and I hope they steal two game from Boston.
Gangsta D:
Like I'm gonna deny my hate:)
Rose is indeed the truth. Can't keep him out of the lane, and with no Garnett....I'm just saying. He could do some damage.
Rose is a stud, Tyrus Thomas needs a jumper, Deng hasn't been mentally right since the Kobe rumors, Gordon's offense is sic but it's all about him, Salmons has been steady, Noah has shocked me by not being a complete bust, and Vinny the Black should get serious Coach of the Year consideration for getting this team in a 6 seed. I say all that to say Celtics in 5 :-)
You haters got 2 days to hop on the Lakers' bandwagon b4 me and D close the door
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Arenas is going to have his hands full with that Rose kid.
Damn that boy good!
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Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore in a scene from the film
Having seen the documentary Grey Gardens (1975), I became interested in this made for television movie about the lives of big and little Edie Beale. Don't be put off by the fact that it was 'made for television,' this was clearly a mistake when you view the film.
Grey Gardens tells the story of this mother and daughter that the documentary only gave us hints of. With scenes remaking moments from the documentary and also scenes that take us into the background of these unusual women, we get more of an insight into the unusual lives of the two Edie's.
The acting and settings in this film are quite extraordinary. I am such a fan of Drew Barrymore, whether she is in a rom-com like Never Been Kissed or playing a teacher in the trippy film Donnie Darko, she never disappoints me. I absolutely adored her in this film, she captures little Edie's character exquisitely! Same of course goes for Jessica Lange as big Edie; a phenomenal performance. You could honestly watch the documentary and film back and forth and not spot a difference. This is also of course evident in the settings, where you can tell fine detail has gone into making it look just the original (referring to the house and costumes).
I guess I am a biased viewer as I am a bit of a fan of the documentary, so really appreciated what this film was about. But, I think if you are not aware of the story of the Beales, this film will not confuse you, it is ideal for either viewer. I may come off like I Loved this film, but it didn't 'blow my mind,' I just really enjoyed getting a new insight into the famous mother and daughter pair.
Rating: 3.5/5


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cozy studio apartment with parking
cozy studio apartment with parking
Cozy studio apartment is your home away from home, just 7 minutes away from the city center and local attractions. Our apartment is quiet, clean, cozy and brand new so you can fully recharge your batteries after a perfect day in our beautiful Hvar.
cozy studio apartment is 25 m2, has a private bathroom, a fully equipped kitchen, electric kettle and coffee maker. In the kitchen guests welcome coffee, sugar, homemade vinegar and virgin olive oil, salt and pepper. Bottles of cold water and a welcome drink chilled in the refrigerator.
In front is space to rest (table and sofa) with a view of the vertical garden full of domestic tomatoes, cucumbers, dill, parsley and .. family of swallows that every year from southern regions returned to our family, and embellishes the days of their singing.
the area in front studio and in front of the reception, courtyard around the house
we will help you organize your holiday in the town of Hvar and the island of Hvar, point to preserved bays and other hidden beauties of unspoilt nature, and if you want to show our lavender fields and olive trees
The neighborhood is calm and quiet, yet only minutes from the bustle of the city center.
From Hvar run daily catamaran lanes to Split and to Dubrovnik including Korcula and Mljet, which are suitable for day excursions. Pakleni otoci are an indispensable part of the memories of Hvar reachable by taxi boats and / or tour boats, but we recommend hiring a boat for so only is your decision where to stop and what to do and create your day in paradise.
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review by DARRELL MARSH
Directed by Billy Pon
Written by Billy Pon and Lee Ankrum
Directed by Billy Pon
Written by Billy Pon and Lee Ankrum
Starring Bill Oberst Jr., Parrish Randall, Chanel Ryan
What's that you ask? It's a big, fancy word for something that's haunted the nightmares of children and adults for generations. It is the fear of clowns. Believe it or not, more people suffer from this than you might think. If you are one of these afflicted individuals, you might want to steer clear of CIRCUS OF THE DEAD, latest full length feature from Billy Pon (Doll Boy). Even if you don't suffer from coulrophobia, you just might after watching this absolute gem.
Circus of the Dead follows the exploits of an especially nihilistic group of travelling circus clowns that come to town and trap a local family man in a web of violence, depravity, and perverse morality games. The sadistic clowns in question are led by the serial rapist and necrophiliac Papa Corn. This menacing, sexual deviant bastard is played to perfection by genre film superstar Bill Oberst Jr. In fact, his performance is so thrilling that it could have carried the film on its own. That is no easy feat, considering the fact that Circus of the Dead clocks in at almost two hours. I know what you are thinking. Two fucking hours?! I thought the same thing, but to my delight, the running time flew by, and left me wanting more.
|Can't sleep. Clown will eat me. Can't sleep. Clown will eat me.
|Now that's funny.
|Papa Corn stacks the deck
One more thing: next time you visit a backwoods redneck circus, you might want to rethink sitting in the front row. Ask yourself this. While you watch the acts, who's watching you?


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Work with animals and real zoo keepers hearing amazing storiesBook Now
Taronga Western Plains Zoo is an award winning establishment with a recognisable presence in conservation, tourism and business communities. Come and learn about business and tourism from NSW premier inland tourist attraction.
This new day long program will offer students the opportunity to learn about the Zoo as a business and a successful tourism operator. The program will include topics such as role of the Zo and strategic direction, economic benefits, marketing a Zoo, competitior anaylsis and visitor experience and guiding to name a few. The program will also include a visit to awarding winning accommodation Zoofari Lodge and other key features of the Zoo.
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary1. (n.) The quality of being deep; deepness; perpendicular measurement downward from the surface, or horizontal measurement backward from the front; as, the depth of a river; the depth of a body of troops.
2. (n.) Profoundness; extent or degree of intensity; abundance; completeness; as, depth of knowledge, or color.
3. (n.) Lowness; as, depth of sound.
4. (n.) That which is deep; a deep, or the deepest, part or place; the deep; the middle part; as, the depth of night, or of winter.
5. (n.) The number of simple elements which an abstract conception or notion includes; the comprehension or content.
6. (n.) A pair of toothed wheels which work together.
International Standard Bible EncyclopediaDEPTH
See ABYSS.
Greek899. bathos -- depth
... depth. Part of Speech: Noun, Neuter Transliteration: bathos Phonetic Spelling:
(bath'-os) Short Definition: depth, a depth, a deep Definition: depth; deep water ...
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1037. buthos -- the bottom, the depth
3989. pelagos -- the deep, the deep sea
12. abussos -- boundless, bottomless
419. anexeraunetos -- unsearchable
1840. exischuo -- to have strength enough
Strong's Hebrew6011. omeq -- depth
... depth. Transliteration: omeq Phonetic Spelling: (o'-mek) Short Definition: depth.
Word Origin from amoq Definition depth NASB Word Usage depth (1), depths (1). ...
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4688. metsolah -- depth, deep
4615. maamaqqim -- depths
6012. ameq -- deep, unfathomable
6009. amoq -- to be deep
8415. tehom -- deep, sea, abyss
990. beten -- belly, body, womb
8416. tehillah -- praise, song of praise
6683. tsulah -- (ocean) deep
5672. abi -- thickness
Depth of Mercy!
A Quiet Depth. August 9.
Of the Depth of the Sacred Scripture, and Its Enemies.
Depth of Mercy.
Wondrous Depth of Thy Words! Whose Surface, Behold! is Before Us.. ...
This is the True Height, and Depth, and Total Strength of Deism or ...
But, Passing Over in the Mean While the Depth of Knowledge...
O Lord My God, what a Depth is that Recess of Thy Mysteries...
An Exhortation to the Amorous Submission which we Owe to the ...
Of the [Temple And] Cities that were Built by Herod and Erected ...
ThesaurusDepth (22 Occurrences)
... The quality of being deep; deepness; perpendicular measurement downward from the
surface, or horizontal measurement backward from the front; as, the depth of a ...
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Deep (237 Occurrences)
Fathom (5 Occurrences)
Thick (129 Occurrences)
Sound (1245 Occurrences)
Shallow (4 Occurrences)
Jacob's (34 Occurrences)
Quickly (254 Occurrences)
Unsearchable (8 Occurrences)
Falls (79 Occurrences)
Bible ConcordanceDepth (22 Occurrences)
Matthew 13:5 Others fell on rocky ground, where they didn't have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, because they had no depth of earth.
Matthew 18:6 but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to stumble, it would be better for him that a huge millstone should be hung around his neck, and that he should be sunk in the depths of the sea.
Mark 4:5 Others fell on the rocky ground, where it had little soil, and immediately it sprang up, because it had no depth of soil.
Romans 8:39 nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 11:33 Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!
2 Corinthians 2:4 For with many tears I write to you, and in deep suffering and depression of spirit, not in order to grieve you, but in the hope of showing you how brimful my heart is with love for you.
Ephesians 3:18 may be strengthened to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth,
Philippians 1:9 This I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge and all discernment;
Genesis 7:20 The waters prevailed fifteen cubits upward, and the mountains were covered.
1 Kings 6:3 The porch before the temple of the house, twenty cubits was its length, according to the breadth of the house; and ten cubits was its breadth before the house.
Job 28:14 The depth saith, It is not in me: and the sea saith, It is not with me.
Job 38:16 Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?
Psalms 33:7 He gathereth the waters of the sea together as an heap: he layeth up the depth in storehouses.
Psalms 68:22 The Lord said, "I will bring you again from Bashan, I will bring you again from the depths of the sea;
Proverbs 8:27 When he prepared the heavens, I was there: when he set a compass upon the face of the depth:
Proverbs 25:3 As the heavens for height, and the earth for depth, so the hearts of kings are unsearchable.
Isaiah 7:11 "Ask a sign of Yahweh your God; ask it either in the depth, or in the height above."
Isaiah 44:27 Who says to the deep, Be dry, and I will make your rivers dry:
Ezekiel 34:18 Is it a little thing for you -- the good pasture ye enjoy, And the remnant of your pasture ye tread down with your feet, And a depth of waters ye do drink, And the remainder with your feet ye trample,
Jonah 2:2 He said, "I called because of my affliction to Yahweh. He answered me. Out of the belly of Sheol I cried. You heard my voice.
Jonah 2:3 For you threw me into the depths, in the heart of the seas. The flood was all around me. All your waves and your billows passed over me.
Jonah 2:5 The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.
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