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It's currently twenty to nine in the morning.
Thanks to circumstances that I may go into tomorrow when my brain is actually working, I had a terrible night and I have been awake since four in the afternoon. Four in the afternoon… the day before yesterday.
For the math impaired (or my fellow sleep deprived) I've been up for 41 hours, and I have to stay awake for the FedEx package that should have got here yesterday. If I'm completely honest, I'm only writing this because if I do anything that's purely passive, like watch TV…I'll be out cold.
Early this morning I called FedEx again, because their stupid shipment tracker had my package listed as both 'on time and in transit' and 'Delivery Exception, awaiting further information from recipient'.
Isn't it funny how they call it a 'Delivery Exception'? Shouldn't that say 'We fucked up and totally can't do our jobs'?
Anyway, I called FedEx and found that call to be interesting for two reasons.
The first is that their voice recognition menu is absolutely flawless. I mean, it understands my accent and got my 15 digit tracking number right the first time. If they can do that over the freaking phone lines, why can't my copy of 'Dragon Naturally Speaking' understand me 60% of the time…or uninstall properly for that matter.
The second thing is that while the voice recognition system could understand me perfectly, the actual human I spoke to couldn't. I suppose it's only fair though, because I couldn't understand a single fucking word he said thanks to his ultra-thick Indian accent.
Yay outsourcing! We lose jobs we badly need, get sucky service…but on the upside, FedEx makes a fuck-ton more money for less work. Awesome.
What made this call even better is that the guy kept finishing my sentences for me, and getting it completely and utterly wrong:
"Hey, I called yesterday, you tried to deliver a package but your driver couldn't find my house. So I called and gave you…"
"Yes sir, you give me directions and I'll pass onto driver."
"No, I've already given you directions, I just want to make sure it's going to arrive today because your website says…"
"No sir, you have not give me directions yet. What is name of street?"
"No, listen. I gave the person I spoke to yesterday the directions, it's just that I need to know if it's going to arrive today. Your website…"
"Website, yes. You can track package on website. You go to www…."
This went on for ten solid minutes.
Now, normally I try to be as nice as possible to these people. Someone else fucks up, and they catch the shit. However, my patience only goes so far when I've been awake for 40 hours, thanks mainly to waiting up for a package that never arrived, and I have a very simple question, but the guy identifying himself as 'Steve' won't let me get a word in edgewise. I felt my mouth moved and heard the words:
"Listen! You don't talk. Close your mouth and let me talk. I'm going to ask my question and you're not going to say a damn thing until you hear me utter the words 'now you may talk'. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir, but if you go to www…"
Ever wished that you could strangle someone over the phone? If I'd been awake enough to focus I probably could have made him burst into flames just through sheer force of will.
Anyway, I finally got the info I needed…it's now 9.01am, and I'm still waiting for the fucking package.


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- Acceptance
- Authenticity
- Affirmation
- Accountability
- Action
In her book, A Place To Belong: Out of our Comfort Zone and Into God's Adventure, Lisa Troyer encourages women to find their "circle of friends" and to base their relationships on those five pillars. Troyer is the president of Circle of Friends whose vision it is to "be women who are committed to Jesus Christ, obediently seeking God's will and fulfilling our life mission as Christ-followers. As individuals and as a corporate group, we will minister a Christ-centered hope, Biblically-based encouragement and unconditional love. Our goal is to evangelize the lost and edify the Body of Christ, by touching the lives of women, locally & globally".
In A Place to Belong, Troyer launches her story with a disclosure of an unsettling secret from her past and readers immediately sense that they are being drawn into a transparent and authentic conversation that may affect their own lives dramatically. They perceive, too, a gentle but persistent invitation to a place of true freedom and belonging in the very heart of God.
The message of the book is centered around the five pillars of acceptance, authenticity, affirmation, accountability, and action. Each section includes song lyrics, some penned by Troyer herself, and also discussion questions related to the song. Interspersed throughout the book are testimonies from women whose lives have been touched by the Circle of Friends ministry. Included at the end of the book are resources the reader will find helpful, including a one year Bible reading schedule, tips and goals for leading a small group, accountability questions and recommended reading.
Troyer encourages women to connect with one another, comfort each other and affirm each other in using the gifts God has given them. The bottom line of the book is that a woman's life can be rich while being full of hope and purpose and that no woman needs to ever "go it alone". I appreciate that Troyer's book is full of honesty and practical encouragement in God's Word and His purpose for relationship with Him and those around us. Troyer is the real thing and you will sense it on every page of her book.
A Place to Belong would be an excellent resource for women's ministry teams attempting to establish real ministry among women or for small groups of women meeting together who are seeking to learn how to minister to each other in real and practical ways.

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Romance isn't on his mind when Dr. Logan Castle meets midwife McKenna Kirkpatrick, but give her time. She's good at riling things up, and Logan soon learns he likes to be riled. Full of spunk, McKenna presents a challenge for the handsome head of her department when she joins Montclair Specialty Hospital. Ranked a Chicago Hot Doc, Logan favors established protocols while McKenna likes to push the envelope.
I liked both McKenna and Logan and found some of their scenes together pretty funny. I'm just going to drop a few hints here about some of that-
- McKenna offering Logan a "certain" coffee mug; she gets her point across with just that mug.
- McKenna eating french fries at the Purple Frog while meeting with Logan...priceless!
Logan came across as compassionate but kind of staid, in his super need for organization.
And of course McKenna, while being professional and caring is so far the other way; she's spontaneous and bold. Too bad she's found a way to guard her heart by being a "buddy" or just a friend with guys, she even tries that with Logan. Only problem is he isn't buying that.
The story started out with a great birthing scene that I thought was so sweetly done. Other subjects like midwifery, water births, a single pregnant mother, and the medical mission trip to Guatemala were also well done, and easy to "see" and feel. McKenna's family had a nice feel to them as well.
I'd say if I was giving this a title, it would be,
" An Okay, Easy Read."
On a side note:
Hopefully this doesn't sound really like nit picking but its about the cover picture for this book. In some ways it just doesn't fit the story. Although I liked the actual pose of the two of them together, I remember reading that Logan had blond hair. Another thing is that he was a classy dressing guy even when he was relaxing or sailing. The shorts the guy on the cover is wearing, clash with that written description of him and his clothing style. The rest of the cover was just fine. I guess that could be seen as just a little thing or even maybe unimportant but since I'm a visual person (as well as a reading one) I just felt it could have been done just a tad better.
"I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review".


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Monday, June 2, 2008
I Don't Know Why it's Called Vacation...
It is 6:00 p.m. and for the last 7 hours, I have been working harder than I've ever worked at my real job. When I came inside I practically fell into the shower. I was totally spent. Seven hours of physical labor is too much for me these days.
It's a beautiful day here. I've been working in the sun and my face is beet red. I feel slightly better since I took a shower and put on my "Green Acres" gown. DH, #1 bought this "gown" for me for my 21st birthday....that's been a few years ago! It's still in perfect shape and I wear it all the time (hmmm...DH #1 must have had very good taste!)
I painted just about everything that didn't move today. I used 13 cans of spray paint and some other paint that was not of the spray variety. This table and 4 chairs took 6 cans of white paint.
It's the table I had on the deck last year and just left it with all the different colors after DH power washed it. It really looked bad last year, but I decided it was a form of artistic expression and left it as it was. (in other words, I was too lazy to paint it last year!)
This year the table will go in the woodland area.
I planted some seeds that Dianne from Dianne Rambling On sent to me. They are green zinnias and purple zinnias. I planted some in my Arbor Gardens and some in these containers for the deck.
Thanks, Dianne. I hope they bloom. It will be extra special since you sent them to me.
I also put some of my new quilts and pillows out so that I could see what I needed to coordinate with them.
I decided to paint a couple of watering cans in a lighter green and a table and bird house in orange to tie everything together.
Almost all of my tulips are gone now. The only remaining ones in good condition were the Flame tulips. I went out and cut them all for this vase (that I also painted) so that I could enjoy them on the deck.
Around noon, I sat down for a coffee break right next to them. I will get a couple of days of enjoyment before they, too, are done for '08.
All of the painting I did today really messed up my nails!
At first I wore the food gloves, but after a couple of hours, I was so busy that I forgot about gloves.
It's a good thing tomorrow is my day to get the nails done!
Now I think I am going out to the deck to sip a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon while I admire all the work I did today.
6 comments:
Oh wow your deck and yard are lookin' mighty fine, Zoey! I'm loving the colors of everything you painted..you got so much accomplished!!ReplyDelete
Your nails..I thought it was your new look..hehe
Ahh yes 'girl of the gardens' you deserve to rest and have a little somethin' to drink!
- AnonymousMon Jun 02, 08:50:00 PM 2008
Zoey.....look at you, you've been a busy bee today haven't ya? Everything looks good from here, good job luv!ReplyDelete
Mick from Ontario
Wow-7 hours! That's a long time to spend outside. I'm usually good for a couple of hours.ReplyDelete
I hope the seeds come up-they should. I actually had to add to my seed bed and had some like the ones I sent you to use.
The rose campion decided it liked the sunniest flower bed the best and only a quarter size clump at that! I think it was too rainy this spring for the seeds to take hold. I am disappointed in the zinnias and sunflowers garden this year. My lettuce is good and ready to harvest! It's in an old tractor tire garden. I'm sure the zucchini, beans and gourds won't suffer like the other seeds.
Your deck is looking so fine-garden magazine worthy! You should send some shots to Country Living!
I have a dress I bought 10+ years ago when wearing the long, flowing ones was popular. I just had it on over the weekend! Can't beat the ones that are worn and comfy. The bust area could be a bit more roomy though! LOLReplyDelete
Everything looks great!! I also planted that mixture of Zinnias, I am excited to see them bloom -- happy gardening!ReplyDelete
I always enjoy seeing pictures of your deck and gardens. It is such an insipration to see what others are doing. Thank you for sharing the 411 on the type of deck paint that you used.ReplyDelete
I couldn't figure out why my deck looked so good when it was first painted but looked dull once dry.
OIL BASED...I am looking forward to re-painting my deck this year.
Boy...your nails sure take a beating.
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(Dandelions, photo by Roberto Pagani)
Late November 2009
Allie and Edwina came for dinner. Chris had printed out copies of the photos Margie sent and during the meal she pored over them with Allie, telling stories of her childhood that ranged from mundane to hair-raising. Ginny joined them only long enough to eat, her face that mixture of intensity and edge-of-being-drained which was typical of Painterland.
After dinner, Chris said she wanted to begin sorting her belongings for the move, and asked Allie and Edwina to join her. Allie looked like she wanted to refuse, but with Edwina's company, she followed Chris to the front of the house. Myra sat at her desk, making her own list of what she would want to take, especially for the kitchen. She had looked over Chris's photos and noted the lack of counter space, at a time where the nutrition of what she prepared would be the most important she had ever faced.
She took the dogs out for a walk at 11:00, right after Allie and Edwina left, and began with a visit to the back door of the store, Margie's ritual. Frances came out to cool down, frolic with the dogs, and give them a treat before Myra went on with them. After a good work-out, she took them back home, dried them with a towel, and promised Frances would be home soon.
At her own house, Ginny was still painting. Myra left a quart of water by her easel and kissed her goodnight before taking a quick shower and sliding into bed behind Chris. There were partly filled cartons in the corner of Chris's room. Myra found she could not sleep right away, worried about the sick grandchildren, about Margie being alone in a strange motel, about Gillam and Carly's reaction to the new plan – anything but the big cloud on the horizon. Finally, when Chris turned to her in her sleep and put her head on Myra's shoulder, Myra was able to drop off.
With a couple of hours of sleep here and there, Ginny worked through until late Friday morning. Myra heard her plinking her brushes down into a large of turpentine before she headed downstairs, and Myra followed. Ginny was standing in front of the open refrigerator, a wedge of cabbage in her hand that she was eating as is while considering her options.
"I'll make you a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich, and there's leftover white bean soup in that container" said Myra, reaching around Ginny.
Ginny pulled out a bowl of blueberries with her free hand and said "Do we have ricotta?"
"Here" said Myra, dumping two tablespoons onto the blueberries. The teakettle was already on. Ginny walked to the table and sat down with a groan, still eating the raw cabbage between bites from her bowl. Myra said over the breakfast bar "I can't wait to see this one."
"Wait until I get back up. As soon as I have food in me, I'm crashing" said Ginny. "I feel almost sick."
Myra looked at her flushed cheeks, but that was common after she finished a painting. She rushed the meal preparation and sat down with Ginny, who moaned as she bit into the sandwich. Chris came in from outside and joined them for the end of the meal. Ginny stood and said "Can I owe you for the dishes?"
"Go lie down" said Myra. She noticed Ginny rode the elevator up – at her end of strength, for sure. Chris, helping Myra clear the table, said "Did you see it yet?"
"No, she asked me to wait. You can go look, though."
"No, I want her there, too. I guess she won't be making challah this afternoon. I'd offer to fill in but I don't know how to do the prayer part."
"We have some in the freezer we can thaw. You can make bread with me, if you're so inclined" said Myra. They started a sponge before having their own lunch, listening to the radio. In between risings, Myra set up her video camera and read aloud from one the stack of "five children" books that were popular with the grandchildren, creating tapes for when she would be away. These books included the entire Five Little Peppers series, several of Edith Nesbit's books, and the series from her own childhood about the Tuckers.
Margie called and gave a report to Chris, who relayed that work was proceeding and Margie had found an organic food store in Kettle Falls. Margie also said the living room space was too small for a regular sleeper sofa, that it would have to be a futon.
"Ginny won't like that, she hates them" said Myra.
"I want to take the chair from my room" said Chris, reminding Myra that decorating wasn't really up to Ginny.
Gillam had dragged himself back to work that morning, on the assurance of the home nurse that contagion was past for their family. David had returned to nursery school as well. Jane kept Lucia in diapers, but said otherwise the freedom from actual vomiting made her feel like she was on holiday.
At 4:30, Chris put on her coat, telling Myra she had asked Gillam and Carly to meet with her privately before shabbos, at Carly's house.
"Oh" said Myra. "You're going to tell them yourself, then."
"Of course" said Chris. Allie and Edwina arrived shortly after she went out the back door.
"Jane and Gillam are going to have a really hard time without your help" said Edwina.
"I know. On top of all the loss Gillam will be feeling. Plus, I bet Margie won't be spending much time in Seattle" said Myra.
"She called me today, said she'd found a motel between the house and town that was clean and comfortable, with a decent cafe nearby. We'll be renting rooms there next to her" said Allie.
"But we'll come and go" said Edwina, an edge to her voice. Myra wasn't sure if it was her dread of all the commuting or whatever was up between her and Allie right now. Myra asked Edwina if she'd go wake up Ginny, so Ginny could take a bath before dinner. When Edwina was out of earshot, Myra said to Allie "You two okay?"
"I'm – not sleeping much. My blood sugar is all over the place" said Allie.
"Well, that's not okay" said Myra.
"I fucking hate it that she's leaving town" said Allie. "I think this is a stupid idea. The last thing she needs to do is try to deal with her childhood demons right now."
"Apparently it is the last thing she needs to do" said Myra quietly. She removed three chickens from the rotisserie and set them on a cutting board to rest. Allie didn't respond.
Myra continued assembling a salad, and Allie took half the veggies to her own cutting board to chop. After a minute, Myra told her about hearing Chris ordering her casket and what Chris had said about her funeral.
"How can she just plow ahead like this, be all cool and business-like?" burst out Allie. "What happened to her fear?"
"It's there" said Myra. "I think it's a relief for her to get all the business, as you put it, out of the way. She's always been like that, get the hard part done first."
"But that ain't the hard part" replied Allie.
"No" said Myra. "Maybe she's planning to fall apart. Maybe – I don't know what she's thinking will happen. Maybe she's hoping for a miracle."
"Nothing wrong with that" said Allie under her breath. Edwina rejoined them, saying "She's getting dressed. She wants everyone to come over here and look at the painting before we eat at Jane and Gillam's. I'll make the calls."
"Thanks" said Myra. Five minutes later, the grandchildren burst through her back door and threw themselves on her, then Ginny when she came downstairs. Myra fervently hoped they really were past the infectious stage.
Once everyone had arrived, including Gillam and Carly with tear-stained faces that drew an anxious look from Jane, Ginny said "Up to the studio, follow me." Myra said "I'm riding the elevator, any takers?" The grandchildren raced ahead of her, and Chris joined Myra as she followed. As soon as the doors closed, Chris burst into an ear-splitting war cry and began dancing, singing and chanting in a small shuffling circle. Myra didn't know the words but imitated it as best she could, shrieking when Chris did. By the time the doors opened again, all the children were dancing and singing as well, reluctant to stop.
Allie grinned at them as they emerged. "I'm sorry I missed that one" she said.
Ginny had the easel facing the window, with everyone arrayed behind it. Now she turned it around and stepped back to link her arm nervously through Myra's.
It was a group portrait. In the middle was Allie, standing with one arm lanked around the neck of Chris beside her, both of them staring out with their different grins at the viewer. Allie's other arm was over the shoulder of Edwina, whose head was leaned toward Allie. On Edwina's left side was Ginny, in three-quarter view, looking toward – who? Chris? Allie? Or beyond them, to Myra, who stood with her arm around Chris's waist, a solemn expression on her face. To the right of Myra, an obvious gap between them, was Sima, not looking outward but instead resting her gaze on the other five with a mixture of anger and longing. Perhaps that was whose eye Ginny was trying to catch.
It was exquisite, each of them perfectly captured. They stood in an open field with grasses almost to their knees, ferns and wildflowers in a riot around them. Their tread had disturbed a clot of dandelions, and the fuzz flew everywhere around their heads. Myra had an instant of wondering how on earth Ginny could paint herself so knowledgeably before she burst into tears.
She missed some of the response from others, although she did hear Frances said "Margie's going to kick herself for not seeing this with us." It was Allie who, leaned in close to examine the brush work, found the secret.
"Holy moly" she said, pointed to a spiral of dandelion fluff. "That's Carly!"
And so it was, a mere suggestion of Carly's face somehow imprinted into the gauze tendrils and seed. Everybody now crowded in, children clamoring to be picked up, and eventually the likenesses of all three children, their partners, and the five grandchildren were found in the flying dandelion scatter.
Myra thumped Ginny's back, saying "Goddamn, Ginny Bates, you did it this time."
"You missed a couple" said Ginny, thrilled with herself. She pointed to two curled fiddlehead ferns at the feet of the six main figures. One concealed the visage of David Bates, and one was Myra's mother. Myra felt tears revisiting her cheeks.
"I hate to stop this, but I have to go check my oven" said Jane.
"Let's all go" declared Ginny. Gillam stopped by their kitchen to help carry their dishes, giving Myra a long hug. The way he looked into her eyes made Myra suddenly wonder what Chris had said about her to these sons.
As they were finalizing getting dinner on the table, Gillam and Carly disappeared for a few minutes with Jane and Eric. When they all returned, Eric looked frozen with grief and Jane looked even more worn out. Myra insisted Jane sit down and not do one more thing for the rest of the evening. The children's excitement at getting to be with the whole family again slowly overcame the hip-deep grief in the room. Myra briefly got the hiccups, which reminded Leah of the burp video and they began beseeching her to do it again. She had never been any good at belching on demand, but Chris produced one that sent everyone into laughter.
"No more at the table" said Gillam. "I'm nervous about playing around with esophagus action, after what I've seen this week."
Carly turned to Charlie and said "Here, pull my finger."
"Hey" objected Gillam, but he was chuckling with Carly. Charlie kept tugging at Carly's finger, saying "Why did you ask that, Uncle Carly?"
Frances had left after lighting candles and a quick glass of wine, but she returned at 9:30 with the dogs, saying "Imani's going to finish out tonight. She's taking off tomorrow night in exchange." They dealt her into the poker game, which Eric was winning at the moment. When they finally called it at night at 11:00, Eric and Carly went with Frances for the last dog walk around the block.
On Saturday afternoon, Margie walked in the back door, surprising Myra who was disinfecting her cutting boards. "Nobody was willing to work on the weekend" she said, "and I decided it was worth eight hours of driving to spend a day at home." Ginny heard her voice and came to the landing, saying "Come look, I can't wait for you to see this one."
Margie very nearly cried as well. She said "I'll arm wrestle you for it." Ginny laughed, shaking her head, and Margie said "At least put it over the dining table or the fireplace, someplace where it's the main attraction." Chris had come out of her room by that time, and Margie turned to her, saying "You wanna go pick out dressers at antique stores with me? Plus whatever else you might want."
"I was going to hang out with Annie, okay if she joins us?" said Chris. Myra could tell Ginny really wanted to horn in as well, but she kept quiet and Margie didn't invite her. Chris and Margie returned right before dinner with a long, low three-drawer dresser of gleaming old cherry. Myra went out to help them haul it in. Ginny had been working in the yard for hours, preparing it for her absence.
Margie walked home to get the dogs, having invited herself for dinner and the evening. While she was gone, Chris said "There was a sleigh bed there that she went ape over. I managed to slip away from her long enough to buy it – her birthday is next week, you know. They're going to deliver it to her house on Tuesday, one of us can go let them in."
"We bought her a gift certificate to Conservation Resources International, the place where she likes to order all her work equipment and supplies" said Myra. "What she does is so advanced now, even Ginny wasn't sure what she needed."
"We also went by Ikea and got modular units for the other bedroom's closet, plus a futon, kitchen table and chairs she says she can assemble while the painters finish" said Chris. "She's going to swing by and pick it up Monday morning on her way out of town."
"She must be planning to borrow the Volvo to carry it all" said Myra.
"No, she wants you to go lease a 4-wheel drive monster this weekend for her to use" said Chris. "She said she hit an icy pass on the way home today that scared her."
Myra felt a chill. If it scared Margie, it must have been bad. "Will do" she said, heading for her computer to look up rental agencies. After dinner she returned to her desk, leaving Margie, Ginny and Chris to talk about the new house. She was glad Chris showed such anticipation, but deep down, she agreed with Allie: She'd rather not face the cabin and all it implied.
She decided to finish her holiday shopping and cruised websites for a couple of hours, having everything shipped by two-day delivery. It put her in a better mood to buy gifts for the people she loved. She was able to go back to her novel and turn out some good work before bedtime.
Margie and Frances didn't appear from their house all day Sunday until it was time for singing potluck. Ginny and Chris had created a menu of all the dishes Chris liked most from various people and handed out copies at the potluck, planning for Thanksgiving in four days. Frances said she was making Margie's birthday cake. Cathy would be arriving on Tuesday and had put in a bid to make Helen's chopped liver. Myra planned to enlist the children on Wednesday to help each make their own pie, so they too would have dishes to claim for this dinner.
"When is Aunt Cathy going back to Denver?" asked Gillam.
"Monday at some unholy early hour" said Ginny. "We're thinking about dropping her off on our way out of town."
Conversation came to an abrupt halt except for Leah saying "Why can't I have gravy on my green beans?"
"So...singing potluck next week will be..." Gillam couldn't finish his sentence.
"We'll be back for Christmas" said Myra. "Margie's insisted we lease a vehicle that can drive through any storm."
The mention of Christmas launched the children on a discussion of what they wanted from Santa, as well as what they might get at Hanukkah. Carly interrupted their greed to say "How about this year, me and Uncle Eric help you make the cookies and cakes that we mail out to family and friends? After work two nights a week, all through December?"
Myra looked at him with welling gratitude. Leah said "But what about Gramma and Bubbe?"
"Remember, they're going away with Aunt Chris to look after her for a while" said Gillam.
"But what about all your cookie cutters?" said David anxiously.
"We'll make sure you have them, and all the sprinkles and frostings, too" said Myra.
"You know, the first time we made holiday cookies was when your Daddy was just two years old, and Margie was five. Uncle Carly and his brother Truitt came over, and we didn't know Carly was feeding red-colored dough to our little dog Juju under the table until we saw her a while later and got scared because it looked like her mouth was bleeding" said Ginny.
"I'm two years old" announced Charlie.
"And on Thanksgiving Day, guess how old Aunt Margie is going to be?" Frances asked him.
"Seven?" he ventured.
"31!" said Margie in a tone of pride. All the children looked amazed, even Lucia. Leah, however, said suspiciously "But last year your birthday wasn't on Thanksgiving."
Jane began explaining calendar gimcrackery to the children, who weren't quite buying it. It seemed more likely to them that Margie simply moved around her birthday at will. Which, Myra had to admit, was quite in Margie's character.
When they retired to the family room for singing, Myra noticed a bedspread covering the cushions of one couch. Gillam whispered to her "You might want to sit on a chair, until we get that cleaned." She didn't ask more, and let Gillam claim that sofa with Carly and Eric.
They progressed through the usual songs to the stage where each of them got to suggest a particular favorite and lead it or teach it. After one lull, with Jane looking around expectantly from the piano, Myra stood and began
Emma, she's calling you out
Can you hear her?
Emma, she's calling you out
You're not alone today
You were young, and you suffered abuse
At the hands of those who said they loved you
So you ran...
By this time, Allie had reached Myra's side, linking her arm around Myra's waist as they finished the verse and repeated the chorus, both of them looking at Chris. Chris was utterly still, and so was Lucia on her lap.
You were scared
You tried taking your life
But your life refused to yield to anger
You hid around a corner of your mind
Where you thought no one could find you
But Emma, I'm calling you out
Can you hear me?
Emma, I'm calling you out
You're not alone today
Gillam and Margie both began crying. Gillam said "It's been years since I heard that one." But Myra's attention was focused on Chris, who had her big hand held out flat in front of her, palm up. Lucia was tracing the lines of her palm with a delicate finger. When Lucia finished her touch and pulled her fingers back into a fist at her side, Chris looked up at her friends and whispered "Thank you."
Friday, March 20, 2009
Posted by Maggie Jochild at 11:13 PM
Labels: Ginny Bates: Dandelions [189]
2 comments:
- Jesse Wendel said...
The Emma song... is it from source material? Or did you invent it?
Either way, it's beautiful. Touches me deeply, moves me, sings to my heart.
*hugs Maggie*
Also I love both the thought of the children (both first generation and the grandkids) being painted in the painting, as well as the idea of Margie moving her birthday around as she wills. *laughs* The children are right -- that is the kind of trick Margie would play, except it wouldn't be a trick. It'd simply be a Margie-ism, which she'd expect as naturally as she breathes and loves, knowing automatically that the entire world would shift around to accommodate her desires...Margie -- center of the known and the unknown universe.
- Saturday, March 21, 2009 at 1:52:00 AM CDT
- Maggie Jochild said...
"Emma" is by Therese Edell, one of the giants of wimmin's music from the 1970s. She now has MS and cannot play or sing, but she is still a key figure. Here website is here. If you go there and click on Track #2 (excerpts from her major album From Women's Faces), you will hear her talking as she is now, with clips from other songs she sung with the amazing Betsy Lippitt, including (about a minute in) the chorus from "Emma".
Therese Edell once directed a group of us (August of 1978), including me and my 8-year-old daughter, how to hold down a circus tent when a tornado was threatening the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival. She stood wearing a yellow slicker, boots, and nothing else, shouting over the storm about which guy wires to grab hold of, how to dig trenches to keep the poles from washing out, completely confident and turning 200 women into a cohesive unit. Every time the lightning flashed, all our eyes were on her. She was tall and powerful and we knew that amazing voice as intimately as we knew some of our lovers. I'll never forget it.
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United States District Court, N.D. Illinois, Eastern Division
December 25, 2016
U.S. COMMODITY FUTURES TRADING COMMISSION, Plaintiff,v.YUMIN LI, and KERING CAPITAL LTD. Defendants, KERING CAPITAL LTD. Relief Defendant.
L. Ellis, Judge
U.S. Commodity Futures Trading Commission
("CFTC") filed a complaint against Defendants
Yumin Li and Kering Capital, Ltd. ("Kering"),
alleging that Li and Kering violated the Commodity Exchange
Act (" the Act"), 7 U.S.C. §§
6b(a)(1)(A) and (C), 7 U.S.C. § 6c(a), and 17 C.F.R.
§ 1.38(a), when Li cheated or defrauded Li's
employer, Tanius Technology ("Tanius"), by
entering into pre-arranged, fictitious trades of futures
contracts designed to transfer money from Tanius to Kering.
CFTC now moves for summary judgment, seeking to permanently
enjoin Defendants from further violations of the Act,
permanently enjoin Li from trading in the futures markets,
and permanently enjoin Kering from granting Li access to its
futures trading accounts and from relying upon Li for trading
advice and direction. CFTC also asks the Court to impose a
civil monetary penalty of $901, 387.50, jointly and severally
against the Defendants. Finally, CFTC requests that the Court
order restitution to Tanius in the amount of $300, 462.50,
plus post-judgment interest.
the undisputed facts establish that Li engaged in illegal
fictitious trades in order to fraudulently transfer funds
from Tanius to Kering and did so in the scope of her
employment with Kering, the Court grants the CFTC's
motion for summary judgment. The Court orders Li and Kering
to return $300, 462.50, plus post-judgment interest, to the
Tanius Account and to pay a civil penalty of $901, 387.50.
The Court enjoins Li from working in the futures markets for
five years and permanently enjoins Li from future violations
of the Act. The Court enjoins Kering from employing Li to do
any work related to the futures markets for five years and
permanently enjoins Kering from future violations of the Act.
also moves to strike [65] the declaration of Nicolas Morgan
in opposition to the motion for summary judgment [56], the
declaration of Dr. Tiago Duarte-Silva [57], and Li's
Response to the Joint Statement of Undisputed Material
Facts[1] [58]. Li subsequently withdrew the
declaration of Dr. Duarte-Silva, but she continues to object
to the exclusion of her Response and the Morgan declaration.
Because the Response does not comply with the Court's
standing order on summary judgment procedures and the Morgan
declaration puts forth irrelevant and inadmissible evidence,
the Court grants CFTC's motion to strike.
Relevant Parties
Yumin Li
a California based trading firm, employed Li from February
2013 until May 2015. Tanius hired Li because she had
expertise in Eurodollar and other types of trading. While
employed at Tanius, Li received a total of $931, 140.21.
According to her employment agreement, Li was not authorized
to trade any securities or financial instruments for herself
or any other entity without authorization from Tanius.
contends that while at Tanius, she was treated unfairly
relating to the margin and risk limits on her trading
activities. Li also felt that Tanius did not appropriately
compensate her and thus, she faciliated the trades described
below in order to obtain compensation which she believed
Tanius owed to her.
accepted a position as a trader at Kering in November 2014
while still employed at Tanius. At Kering, Li was the only
person trading futures for Kering and held sole
responsibility for developing Kering's futures trading
to her employment at Tanius, Li had worked periodically as a
Eurodollar trader for five years. Li has a master's
degree in statistics and a bachelor's degree in business
Kering Capital Limited
is a company incorporated in the British Virgin Islands.
Yanping Lu, Li's mother, formed Kering in November 2014.
Lu is the Chief Executive Officer of Kering. Kering's
sole business activity is trading; its only business asset is
the trading account ending in 2536 ("Kering
Account"). During the relevant timeframe, Li was a
probationary trader for Kering, but she expected to receive
compensation from Kering for profitable trading and she
expected to be hired by Kering if she generated enough
Tanius Technology LLC
is a California-based trading firm. One of Tanius'
founders, Gary Middlemiss, was Li's supervisor at Tanius.
While working at Tanius, Li had access to Middlemiss'
trading account ending in 8202 ("Tanius
Trading at Issue
on March 17, 2015 and continuing until May 6, 2015, Li used
the Tanius Account to engineer a series of trades designed to
benefit Kering. Li structured 41 trades over six separate
occasions such that the Tanius Account would always buy
futures from the Kering Account at higher prices and sell
those same futures back to Kering at lower prices (or in the
reverse order in some circumstances) completing what is known
as a "round-turn trade." Regardless of the order
of the transaction, each transaction resulted in
unidirectional profits to Kering at the expense of Tanius.
Over the course of these 41 transactions, Li successfully
transferred $300, 462.50 from the Tanius Account to the
Kering Account. Li was not authorized by Middlemiss or anyone
else at Tanius to enter into any of these 41 transactions and
she was not authorized to enter into any transactions that
obviously would result in a loss for Tanius.
always placed these orders outside of normal trading hours in
illiquid futures markets-typically Eurodollar futures with
expiration dates more than five years in the future. She
would enter an order with one account and then, within
seconds, enter an identical order with the other account on
the opposite side of the trade. For example, on May 6, 2015,
between 12:42:54 AM and 12:43:05 AM (a nine-second window),
Li entered orders on the Kering Account selling a total of
2400 futures with three different expiration dates. Then,
between 12:44:17 AM and 12:44:21 AM, Li entered orders on the
Tanius Account to buy the exact same quantities of those
futures at the exact price she offered them on the Kering
Account. These orders matched and the exchange executed the
trade. Li then immediately closed out the position by doing
essentially the same transaction in reverse, this time
entering an order to buy the same 2400 futures with the
Kering Account and selling them from the Tanius account, but
this time at a lower price. Again the orders matched and the
exchange executed the trade. The total time elapsed from the
moment Li entered the first order until she closed out the
position was one minute and forty seconds, during which time
she transferred $67, 487.50 from the Tanius Account to the
Kering Account. Each of the other round-turn trades Li
executed between the Tanius Account and the Kering Account
resulted in a loss to Tanius and a gain to Kering.
engaging in these trades outside of regular business hours,
placing nearly simultaneous orders in illiquid products, Li
was able to virtually assure that she would not trade with a
third party, and eliminated any market risk to her
transaction. During each of her trades, the Kering Account
and Tanius Account were the only two accounts trading in the
selected markets.
Discovery of the Trading and Subsequent Action
On May
6, 2015, Middlemiss noticed that trading had occurred in the
Tanius Account that had caused a significant loss on the
account. Middlemiss asked Li about the trades and she
admitted to executing the trades. That same day, Li fled to
China where she remains to this day. Li has expressed her
intention to return to the United States and continue trading
for Kering after the conclusion of this case.
did not authorize Li to engage in illegal transactions, and
Lu was not aware that Li conducted trades on behalf of Kering
by controlling the Tanius Account and directing trades
favoring Kering with that account.
Freezing of the Kering Account
On July
2, 2015, the Court entered an order freezing the assets in
the Kering Account. The parties consented to a preliminary
injunction extending the freeze for the duration of the case
on July 23, 2015.
judgment obviates the need for a trial where there is no
genuine issue as to any material fact and the moving party is
entitled to judgment as a matter of law. Fed.R.Civ.P. 56. To
determine whether a genuine issue of fact exists, the Court
must pierce the pleadings and assess the proof as presented
in depositions, answers to interrogatories, admissions, and
affidavits that are part of the record. Fed.R.Civ.P. 56 &
advisory committee's notes. The party seeking summary
judgment bears the initial burden of proving that no genuine
issue of material fact exists. Celotex Corp. v.
Catrett, 477 U.S. 317, 323, 106 S.Ct. 2548, 91 L.Ed.2d
265 (1986). In response, the non-moving party cannot rest on
mere pleadings alone but must use the evidentiary tools
listed above to identify specific material facts that
demonstrate a genuine issue for trial. Id. at 324;
Insolia v. Philip Morris Inc., 216 F.3d 596, 598
(7th Cir. 2000). Although a bare contention that an issue of
fact exists is insufficient to create a factual dispute,
Bellaver v. Quanex Corp., 200 F.3d 485, 492 (7th
Cir. 2000), the Court must construe all facts in the light
most favorable to the non-moving party and draw all
reasonable inferences in that party's favor. Anderson
v. Liberty Lobby, Inc., 477 U.S. 242, 255, 106 S.Ct.
2505, 91 L .Ed. 2d 202 (1986).
Motion to Strike
moves to strike the declaration of Nicolas Morgan in
opposition to the motion for summary judgment, the
declaration of Dr. Tiago ...
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Magandang umaga, tanghali, hapon, o gabi mga kapitid, kaibigan, at mag-anak.
I absolutely love my new area! Even though we are opening the area, I can see massive potential for progress in San Lorenzo!
First off, the ward is fantastic! Our bishop is really organized and our ward mission leader is diligent in his calling! This has been the first time where the members don't have to be forced to hold MCM or other council meetings! I love it! In fact, President Andrada said the San Lorenzo Ward is the model ward of the mission! I'm so lucky to be serving here!
Next, my trainee is the BEST! His name is Elder Leduna. He is Filipino, from Negros Occidental (part of the Cebu mission). He has been a member since he was eight and he is super awesome at beatboxing. He likes electronic music, jokes, and basketball. He love the gospel and has had experience working with missionaries in the past. I absolutely love working with him! He is diligent, obedient, and humble. We have a great time working together and I can't wait to get this area going!
Anyway, yesterday in Priesthood class the one who was supposed to teach didn't show up. And, for some reason, every priesthood holder wanted me to teach the lesson (probably because I'm white, I don't know). I told them I didn't know what the lesson was and instantly I was handed a kindle fire with the lesson plan. Wow. So, the lesson was just the First Presidency Message and it was about the blessings of obedience. The lesson went pretty well actually. I talked about how all blessings are dependent upon obedience to the commandments, and we have a choice whether or not we want to be obedient in order to receive those blessings. I especially emphasized the commandment to home teach and committed them all to perform their home teaching. Overall, it was pretty good.
After church, we had a body viewing. That's right, first Sunday and we get to go see somebody who died. It was actually pretty good. My companion shared a spiritual thought and we sang a couple of hymns as well. Afterwards, we come to find out that the actual funeral will be held on Thursday and I was recommended by the Sunday School teacher to give the Spiritual thought. So, not even one week in the new area and I get to speak at a funeral for a person I didn't even know. Exciting :)
That's all for this week, I will try to send pictures more regularly from now on. The internet here in Ilocos Norte is WAY faster than Cagayan.
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Something indeed of the same process which had caused that appearance of indifference in Drake was now repeating itself in Clarice. Drake was superseding Gorley in her mind. She struggled against the obsession and morbidly strove to picture to herself the actual execution: the black troops ranged in a clearing before the smouldering village, looking up at one figure—Gorley's—spinning on a rope. But even upon that picture Drake's face obtruded. She thrust out her hands to keep it off, as though it was living and pressing in upon her; for a moment she tried to conjure up Gorley's face, but it was blurred—only his form she could see spinning on a rope, and Drake beneath it, his features clear like an intaglio and firm-set with that same sense of duty which had forced him sternly to recount to her the truth that afternoon. She recurred to her recent habit of comparing him with Mallinson. She had a vision of Mallinson, with the same experience to relate,—if that were imaginable—fidgeting through evasions, grasping at any diversion she might throw out for him to play with.
But what if Drake's frankness, outspoken to the point of cruelty, sprang from an indifference to her? Clarice had seen a good deal of Drake lately. She caught herself almost smiling at the idea, softening at its palpable falsity. In a last effort at resistance she fixed her thoughts on the cruelty, the callousness, in his method of narration, and began to feel herself on solid ground. She was consequently inspired to run over all that he had said, in order to make her footing yet firmer, and at the outset she was brought to a check. Why had she never questioned him upon the matter before? he had asked. Clarice stopped and asked the question of herself. At the beginning of their acquaintance certainly there had always been others by, but afterwards there had been opportunities enough. But by that time, what with her father's and Mrs. Willoughby's hostility, she had begun to suspect that Drake was in some way implicated in the mystery. Was it because she was afraid to know it for certain that she had refrained? She recalled her letter to him written last Monday, and how she had crossed out 'importance' and substituted 'interest.' Was this knowledge important to her, really important, bearing issues in the future? It could only be important, she realised, if she set great store upon her acquaintanceship with Drake. Drake, in fact, had achieved something of a triumph, though quite unknown to himself, for he had compelled Clarice Le Mesurier to abandon the consideration of his attitude towards her in favour of a search after the state of her feelings towards him.
She was still engaged in the search when the clock struck six, and, rousing herself brusquely, she rang the bell for the lamps to be brought.
At that moment Mrs. Willoughby had just finished telling to Fielding the story which Drake had told to Clarice.
'So that's what Drake was referring to on Sunday,' said Fielding.
'Yes,' said Mrs. Willoughby.
'What in the world made you attack him in that way, if you didn't want Clarice to suspect?'
'The fact was, I was a fool, I suppose. I just put my head down and charged. But what I want your advice upon is this, ought Clarice to be told now—before things go further?'
'No, no!' said Fielding. He saw the curtain descending precipitately upon his comedy before the climax was reached, and he added quite sincerely, 'I like Drake. I don't see why he shouldn't have a run for her money.'
Mrs. Willoughby looked doubtful for a moment, and then she said, 'Very well.' She hesitated for a second: 'I think I like him too.'


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Monday, April 04, 2005
As you know, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to decorate. I hope my house continues to gradually change on a continual basis. But when I see something SO cool that SO won't go with a thing we've got going on, I'm tempted to scrap everthing and start over. I won't, but I'd sure like to work in something like a few of these stickers. I found them while browsing around here.
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Those stickers rule! Long legs and a ten gallon...yea...hawwww!!
- April 04, 2005
- Ugly Juice said...
the stickers are so very cool. I'm thinking...dining room?
- April 04, 2005
It's soo funny. I was just looking at that sight myself yesterday! I missed those stickers though.. Don't you just love the internet?
- April 05, 2005
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JANUARY 27 – Volunteer training sessions begin for Distress Centre of Windsor and Essex County volunteers.
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Shem Magnezi
.. and fuck you for considering all other ppl as low, inadequate and incapable of reading a 300 pages book in 5 days! The fact that you are unable to do so, doesnt mean that others cant do it. For an average literate person (who has time) it takes cca 6–7 hrs to read such a book.
So go, please, FUCK YOURSELF! and stop with your bullshit regarding the books.


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Hello Meany Community!
My name is Patricia J. Rangel. I am honored to be the Assistant Principal at Meany Middle School and look forward to meeting and working with all of you. Ms. Oatis and I, along with our staff, are confident that with your support, we will build a community capable of delivering both a nurturing and enriching experience for our students during these critical middle school years. It is a great privilege to be part of this groundbreaking team and to contribute to the school's educational vision. I am excited because I know Meany will benefit young people and our community for years to come.
Over the course of my life, my career in education has taken on many roles: an instructional leader, an advocate, a community organizer, a counselor, and a disciplinarian helping guide good choices. In addition I have always been an artist who approaches any task as an opportunity to create and build for the benefit of community. Meany is this incredible opportunity to meld the educator and the artist. My four years as an Assistant Principal in Seattle Public Schools and my seventeen years prior to that in various educational institutions, domestically and internationally, has prepared me to contribute to the lives of students, families and colleagues who will bring Meany back to life and mark it as a place that forms young people to contribute to and excel in our ever changing society.
I am fortunate enough to be the child of Colombian immigrants who, despite their own limited opportunities, emphasized and made sacrifices to ensure education was paramount in our household. Their message was not lost. Upon graduating from the University of Notre Dame, my twenty-one year career in education began. It has led me to Birmingham, Alabama, Australia and East Timor and for the last fourteen years, Seattle, the place I call home. During that time, I taught everything from preschool to graduate school. My diverse experience in both location and grade level has afforded me a sophisticated and global perspective on education.
With that said, I have concluded that amongst all the ages I have worked with, the middle school years, without a doubt, play the most transformative role in a young person's life. For it is during those years that students determine their sense of identity and learn how to place themselves on a successful pathway toward high school and beyond. I do believe it takes a village to raise children. I am so pleased to now be a part of your village and for you to be a part of mine. Collectively, we can help every child in the discovery of their gifts and the development of the courage it takes to grow, thereby guiding them to their own path toward success.


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"He was a little mischievous, but he was so likable that you couldn't help but like him." --Theresa Kyser, mother
Good Mourning, Widows.
Joy to you and me.
Welcome famous widow, Rachel Brown, wife of famous Army Sgt. William E. Brown, to our joy-ous club.
Rachel joined our merry ranks June 23. On that day Army Sgt. William E. Brown was killed in Taji, Iraq during a mortar attack. He was 25 years old and hailed from Phil Campbell, AL.
When Army Sgt. William E. Brown was a young boy of about 9, his mother, Theresa Kyser, relays the story how he spotted a turtle crossing the road in front of their car.
"William made me stop the car and get the turtle off the road so it wouldn't get hit. He was such a compassionate person."
Rachel is left with their two sons, Ethan, age 6, and Tyler, age 2, to see her through her grief journey.
Sincerest condolences to Rachel, Ethan, Tyler, and every member of the Brown family.
Mourning Joy:
Q: Why are fish so thin?
A: Because they eat fish
Mourning Quote:
From out of distress I called to God; with abounding relief,
God answered me. The Lord is with me, I do not fear--
what can man do to me? The Lord is with me among my
helpers, I will see the downfall of my enemies. It is better to rely on
the Lord than to trust in nobles. All the nations sur-
rounded me, but in the Name of the Lord I will cut them
down. They surrounded me, thy encompassed me, but in
the Name of the Lord I will cut them down. They sur-
rounded me like bees, yet they shall be extinguished like
fiery thorns; in the Name of the Lord I will cut them
down. My foes repeatedly pushed me to fall, but the Lord
helped me. God is my strength and song, and He has been
a help to me. The sound of rejoicing and deliverance reverberates
in the tents of the righteous, "The right hand of the
Lord performs deeds of valor. The right hand of the Lord
is exalted; the right hand of the Lord performs deeds of
It was a fighter's prayer." --Taken from Natasha, by David Bezmozgis
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen. Write something. Go ahead.
I dare you.
Have an abundantly, joy-filled day, Widows. And remember, we're not alone.


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Posted in Iraq, ISIS Terror Group, tagged Killing, Mozel. Iraq. Isis on July 17, 2017| 3 Comments »
Posted in ISIS Terror Group, Israel, Jews, Jihad, Palestine-Palestinians, tagged Global War, Group Islamofascists, Hypocrites, ISIS, Israel, Jews, Jihad, Middle East, Palestine-Palestinians, terror, Tight pussy, TMQ2 on November 30, 2016| 2 Comments »
Where is the outrage over the extrajudicial killing of an innocent teenager in Columbus, Ohio?
Why aren't his actions being justified as the Ohio colonists are occupying native lands?
This is what happens when the exact same incident occurs in Israel when the victims are Jews and the attacking animal happens to be "Palestinian".
Posted in 2016 Presidential Election, America's Future, American Exceptionalism, American Sheeple, Benghazigate, Bigotry, Domestic Violence, Entertainment, George W. Bush, ISIS Terror Group, Liberals, Libtards, Media Bias, The Donald, TMQ2 on March 30, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Remember the good old days when nothing got libtards in a bigger purple faced frenzied rage than the mere mention of George W. Bush's name?
Last night I attended a panel discussion that was supposed to have nothing to do with politics yet……
The senile moderator, who couldn't have the wherewithal to keep the microphone next to his mouth, and one of the panelist never missed an opportunity to infuse questions or answers with personal politics.
Lest you think it was colored with opinions favoring welfare reform, security or second amendment protection, I assure you it was not.
The subjects that had no business being being mentioned were calls for social justice, activism and more liberal immigration policies.
Added to that was a hefty dose of sturm und drang over a nameless presidential candidate who spumes racism, sexism and hatred.
We all know by know these are the code words glued onto the Donald because when liberals don't have any possible retort based on substance or policy they cry victim and resort to name calling.
Trump was never my first choice but nonetheless I felt threatened as my safe space was invaded by the micro aggression I was subjected to.
I am from now on tempted to gauge my support of anyone by how much they are hated by the left. They are so wrong about so many things that I just have to love whatever it is they hate the most.
Which brings me to my next point.
Why is it that so many people are happier than me. I see people smiling and laughing when so many times i am holding back tears.
It's just not fair.
I am calling for nationwide action in the interest of emotional justice.Anyone who is happy or having fun should be responsible for making sure that i am just as happy as them, no matter what it takes.
Today I think that i could be very happy with a President Trump.
Posted in America's Future, Americans, Barry 'The Hoodlum' Soetoro, ISIS Terror Group, Islamofascists, Israel, TMQ2, World War III on December 6, 2015| Leave a Comment »
December 7,1941
Sixty-five Japanese killed at Pearl Harbor attack.
U.S. Navy suffers losses
President Roosevelt states, "We are not at war with Japan, we are at war with carrier based air attacks."
Anti-Japanese speech or actions to be punished.
Apologizes for America's racist and imperialistic past.
World leaders pressure Roosevelt to end cycle of violence.
Administration promises no disproportionate responses, urges Congress to ease Japanese immigration restrictions.
What would have been the outcome of WWII if the America of 1941 was the same as today?
Happy Pearl Harbor Day President Obama
Posted in ISIS Terror Group, Marines, tagged ISIS, Marines, Pussies on July 15, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Posted in American Sheeple, Anti-Semitism, Bill of Rights, Cartoons, ISIS Terror Group, Islamofascists, Libtards, Texas on May 11, 2015| 3 Comments »
With some down time in the office I started skimming through the Time Magazine that shows up unasked for.
Leave it to our old friend Karl Vick who still hasn't accepted our invitation to
to equate Pamela Geller with ISIS.
Furthermore he labels Geller ' a provocateur who foments anti-Muslim sentiment" and her "perceived 'Islamization'."
Guess what Karl, she's anti- Islamist not anti-Muslim.
If you don't know the difference try and get your brain back from the cabbage dealer.
Islamazation is more real than "Islamaphobia".
He also claims that Garland was chosen because it was the site where "moderate Muslims gathered to decry people like Geller".
Wrong again Karl it was a gathering of Islamists protesting the right to free speech.
Karl also takes Geller to task for being "skilled at attracting attention to her causes."
Guess what Karl, the only reason her causes attract the attention they do is because of the methods used by her sub-human opponents, especially the two sons of dogs who tried to shoot their way in to exhibit.
Karl Vick, suck my dick.
Posted in Adolf Hitler, Al Qaeda, America's Future, Anti-Semitism, Arabs, ISIS Terror Group, Islamofascists, Moonbats, Nazis on May 8, 2015| 1 Comment »
Today is the 70th anniversary of the defeat of European fascism.
We are honored to be in the debt of those who fought and sacrificed for that cause.
I hope and pray that if not in our lifetime at least in our children's we can celebrate VI DAY- the defeat once and for all of Islamofascism.
This is not hate speech against Muslims.
If you think it is you are the problem not the solution.
Posted in Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, Caliphate, ISIS Terror Group, tagged Islamic State, President Obama on February 24, 2015| 5 Comments »
The Islamic State is no mere collection of psychopaths. It is a religious group with carefully considered beliefs, among them that it is a key agent of the coming apocalypse. Here's what that means for its strategy—and for how to stop it.
Graeme Wood | March 2015 | The Atlantic
What is the Islamic State?
Where did it come from, and what are its intentions? The simplicity of these questions can be deceiving, and few Western leaders seem to know the answers. In December, The New York Times published confidential comments by Major General Michael K. Nagata, the Special Operations commander for the United States in the Middle East, admitting that he had hardly begun figuring out the Islamic State's appeal. "We have not defeated the idea," he said. "We do not even understand the idea." In the past year, President Obama has referred to the Islamic State, variously, as "not Islamic" and as al-Qaeda's "jayvee team," statements that reflected confusion about the group, and may have contributed to significant strategic errors.
The group seized Mosul, Iraq, last June, and already rules an area larger than the United Kingdom. Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi has been its leader since May 2010, but until last summer, his most recent known appearance on film was a grainy mug shot from a stay in U.S. captivity at Camp Bucca during the occupation of Iraq. Then, on July 5 of last year, he stepped into the pulpit of the Great Mosque of al-Nuri in Mosul, to deliver a Ramadan sermon as the first caliph in generations—upgrading his resolution from grainy to high-definition, and his position from hunted guerrilla to commander of all Muslims. The inflow of jihadists that followed, from around the world, was unprecedented in its pace and volume, and is continuing. }} more…
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In the interests of objectivity and what's good for the goose is good for the gander, let's ponder the following concept.
Why is it that one group of Arab Muslims can fabricate a false history as a distinctive ethnography, claim a nation-state based on this false premise, and garner support throughout the world while another group of Arab Muslims a few hundred miles away do the same thing albeit with more historic validity and the world comes down on them.
ISIS, denying the presence of international borders seeking the creation of their own nation or Caliphate is no different from the Arabs of Israel, Judea and Samaria.
They both are despotic abusers of their own subjects, follow the precepts of the Koran, use terror tactics on any opposition and like to hump goats.
Why are Palestinians any more entitled than the rapidly gestating ISISTAN?
At least there is more historic accuracy of a Caliphate that existed for hundreds of years than the myth of a distinct nation made of "Palestinian" Muslims that never existed and was never even thought about until 1967.
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I'd label every death 'Workplace Disagreements'.
If one cannot understand that every move our illegal prez makes is against the Jews and for the terrorists, they should lose their right to vote and right to be a religious Jew.
Look at all the mosques — easy targets — five times a day!
Thank God all these ISIS goat humpers are coming here so we wouldn't need to travel in order to separate their bodies from their heads.
Every time the muslim call to prayer is sounded, we could snipe the asshole doing the call.
ISIS is our newest target, and being the target of the USA is strictly a deadly business.
We could even ship their severed heads to their families in boxes with their tiny balls stuffed inside their dead mouths.
ISIS is made up of Neanderthal, dog-shit dung beetles.


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Techdigest: For those of you out there with some top-end hardware sitting on your desk, you may want to make it look even more glorious as you watch the sun set over a high off mountain range, watch the shiny blood gush from the open wounds of your enemies, or just have a bit of fun with some mods. Whatever the motivation, the following guide will help you tweak your PC settings to get the very best ultra graphics package.
That mod is EXCELLENT. No more washed out colours! (don't go over the top or itl be oversaturated) Vignette is also an important PP that should be in every modern game.
That mod also helps a lot. Not sure why the faces looked so blocky in the first place. Probably not a "console port" issue because it doesn't hurt my frame rate in the slightest yet looks nicer.
Heres another one that is good. I recommend only getting the bark texture because it makes a much more significant difference than the full retexture.
Now we only need mods for... every single other texture in the game. Especially anything that can be held + the player's hands (so much screen real estate taken yet laughable textures).
"For those of you out there with some top-end hardware"
Err... my hardware is mediocre at best and I have no issues making the game look considerably better than it does at Ultra by default (low res textures in the game barely stress any GPU).
"Turn off Vsync for better frame rates"
That isn't why people turn off vsync. Unless it's in a competitive FPS (counter strike & cod4 mainly) or they want to see how well their machine runs. Also there can sometimes be input lag even with triple buffering on, which would be a valid reason to turn it off.
"Vysnc is a tool to limit your fps to match the refresh rate of your monitor, making sure that your monitor can handle the amount of frames it is being given by the graphics card. If you have a high-end card you may want to turn off Vsync in order to get a better frame rate from your game."
It's not a tool... but whatever I'm just nitpicking.
You want to keep it on with high-end cards otherwise you are rendering frames that you will never see - wasting power, lifecycle of your card, the fan will be louder because it will get hotter. And also the physics in Skyrim is not stable at high frame rates (though sometimes its funny to watch it bug the hell out at 250fps lol - the dragon skeletons fly all over the place and every time you enter a room bowls and plates explode), there are also constant clattering noises caused by the physics going crazy in some places.
The main reason to turn vSync off is if you have a LOW end card, otherwise you will be stuck at 15fps or 30fps if you can't achieve 60fps. (presuming 60Hz monitor)


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I remember when trees had color during fall but now they just turn brown.
Finally finished the pine straw basket for my sister-in-law.
He really hates it when I take his picture but he did enjoy the grass.
Well the peas took a dive ,the cold snap we had killed them.They put out some before hand so I can't complain.They sure were good too.I'm still getting Kale out of the two rows that were planted. They are almost gone.I really enjoyed planting this year and can't wait til next year to get going again.
Guess what? Hubstead is planning on putting in a smokehouse next year! I was amazed he even had been thinking about it.I have always wanted to do that.I got a feeling the yard is going to fill up fast.We also got to put in the chicken coop too along with the raised beds. Sure going to cut down on cutting grass in the back.I love smoked meat and it'll be great to smell when you walk outside. Getting in the groove here!


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Jian Ghomeshi – sexual violence – and my own $0.02…
I have no sympathy for Jian Ghomeshi save that I hope he has the balls to at least apologize for the trauma he has caused and that he gets some serious help.
As someone who has many years experience working with and counselling sex workers, I can tell you that there are a lot more Jian Ghomeshi's out there than we care to fully appreciate. It's far easier for us to keep that shit at the back of the collective closet, and try instead to focus only on what's at the front of the rack.
If you were a long-time listener of CBC Radio's "Q", and if you gave it two seconds thought, you knew that "Ghomesh" was a creeper narcissist – but you never suspected that he was a potential sociopath as well. Like my partner remarked when the Jian shit hit the fan, "wow, I always assumed he was a submissive."
Jian hid his anger well. He tricked all of us with his crooning over feminist causes, his soft "I want to give you a blowjob" voice, and his oh-so-obvious inferiority complex.
I scoffed at his inferiority complex in the same way I scoff at all celebrity inferiority complexes. I assumed that it was just part of the mindset that makes and drives celebrity-desiring personalities. I assumed it came from his self-realization that he was only ever marginally talented as a musician and insecure about the people he interviewed who were wildly more famous than he ever was.
Ghomeshi came from a modestly talented and marginally popular Toronto band called Moxy Frovous. Celebrity-wise they had a brief moment of twilight – like a firefly, they were here and then gone. At the time I never understood what had made them likable, or even marginally popular, because Moxy Fruvous seemed to me to be mostly irritating. But then I never understood at the time who made bands like Harliquin and Loverboy popular either (and they were 100 times larger than Moxy Fruvous).
But on Q, you'd think Gomesh had been in a true rock and roll band. He loved to get on with the musicians he interviewed – like he totally understood what it meant to be a Bono, or a James Helfield. His recent interview with Joni Mitchell, where he clucked over her like he was sucking at the celebrity teat, now makes me want to shower.
That we live in a culture that make 97% of women reluctant to come forward when they have been physically and/or sexually assaulted is perhaps the greatest sin in this story. Too many alpha males still run the show when it comes to Law and Order, the media, and creating public opinion in our culture, and too many of them protect their own. We pay women less, we expect them to do more work than us, be full-time working SuperMoms who will have an anxiety attack if her dishwasher leaves water spots, or if her kids are not getting their daily required doses of probiotics; we rip them off as consumers, expect them to obsess about fashion, their skin, their hair, and their nails; always be sexually available – and still we hit them, beat them, rape them, and murder them at alarming rates – and then, to top it off, blame them and call them out as liars (and feminist lesbians) should she complain, or demand retribution.
Despite Jian's limitations – intellectually and emotionally – we listened to Q every morning at 10am because it was still the best thing on the air. The guests were wide-ranging and generally interesting to listen to. It was far-and-away CBC's most popular show. (CBC being the most listened to radio station in Canada.)
How smug we were when Jian interviewed those women in Ohio who talked about the most recent American woman who was being ostracized in her home town for charging some loved local athletic hero for sexual assault. How smug we were – as Canadians – to think that that sort of thing never happens here.
One woman comes out against Jian and we don't believe her. "Show your face!" we scream at her. And then a second tentatively steps out of the shadows. "State your name!" we demand of her. And then a 3rd, and a 4th, and our disbelieve turns to horror, and then to outrage.
Now we are at 9 women – and we want a public lynching.
Yet for all our new found public outrage, I doubt that anything will change. Stephen Harper will not stand up in Parliament – like he did after the Parliament Hill shooting – and demand new laws for the protection of women. Women will continue to be sexually assaulted at the rate of one every 45 seconds in Canada (approximately 700,000 a year). A woman will continue to be physically assaulted every 15 seconds…and only 3% of them will ever come forward and attempt to press charges.
Yet, when a homeless gunman with mental health problems tries to take down Parliament Hill with a single shot 30-30 and 6 bullets in his clip, Harper immediately pounced, promising tougher laws against terrorists, more police surveillance of the people, and the incarceration of people without charges.
I have no solutions for dealing with the physically and sexually abusive males who live amongst us. Evolutionary speaking, abusive males belong in a cul-de-sac of History. Left to their own devices society quickly deteriorates into anarchy and violence. They are worse than Hyenas. In my line of work I do know that early childhood intervention, functional families, and community supports, work best. Sadly however, as parents, we still too often nurture their violent tendencies by rewarding aggressive attitudes, competitive egos, and too many of us still hit and emotionally isolate our boys.
Maybe Jian will eventually be charged for the crimes he committed. Maybe he'll even do some jail time. But that will be small justice for the women and the traumas they now carry.
I doubt that there will be much that changes from this. Talking heads will chatter for a while – but I see no real changes coming. The problem is too fundamental to our society. The elephant in the room too large to lift.
But here's hoping History proves me wrong.


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Friday, 21 January 2011
Heritage Trail 18 - Victoria Road junction
'Use the puffin crossing (across Saltaire Road) to continue along Victoria Road'..... Are you puffin' yet? Well, we'll soon be back where we started. Be careful here - this is another very busy junction and accident blackspot . Although the Salts Hospital building is on one corner (see yesterday's picture) that's no use as the building hasn't been used as a hospital for years!
Victoria Road is the main thoroughfare through Saltaire and contains all the big public buildings. There are a few houses towards the top, as seen in the photo, and a parade of shops at the bottom near Salts Mill. It is a wide and pleasant street, designed to show the village off at its best.
I know some of you will be ready for a pint of 'Saltaire Blonde' [the local beer named after me ;-) ] so turn right here, down Saltaire Road - Fanny's Ale House is a few hundred yards down on the left, just past the car park .... but don't tell Sir Titus!)
[Junction marked on street plan, beside no 16 the Hospital]
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Victoria Road does a very good job of showing off Saltaire at its best :)ReplyDelete
Hi Jenny!ReplyDelete
First up...CONGRATULATIONS on the offer I saw on your last post about someone wishing to purchase one of your photographs! That's WONDERFUL NEWS!!! I sense a change of career down the line for you, possibly? Freelance photographer? Part-time author of travel books? So excited for you :)
Today's photo is no exception to your usual high standard. I think all of your pictures would make a great coffee table book!
It is looking busy here, I'll be careful.ReplyDelete
I have seen a couple of accidents here, before I moved here and before my photography. From personal observation, yes this is a buy junction, but on both times I saw an accident it was because they failed to STOP in front of the stop sign and then got hit by a car just driving along.ReplyDelete
As for my foray into,
Bradford Daily Photo it was mostly because I am in and around Bradford quite often and usually have my camera, so I have quite a few pictures. I was more interested in getting up and running than any real thoughts of the design. I have now changed colours.
There are now so many CDP blogs, I tend to get sidetracked and do not always visit the same ones regularly and am not a great commenter.
Lastly I do like what you do on the Saltaire DP, you have a more arty take on what you see, I quite struggle to be more than this is what I see and here it is.
See you in Fanny's Ale House, I'll buy you a pint.ReplyDelete
Just catching up Jenny - Marvellous (as ever ) photos! Just waiting for time off work and better weather before I venture for my full day out to Saltaire. xxxxReplyDelete
OK, we won't tell to sir Titus! :)ReplyDelete
What I see from your town is that they were able to keep its soul very well. No awful modern building , no stupid architecture. I know it's protected by Unesco, but that protection does not always work as well as it does here.
lovely photoReplyDelete
Been out of the country too long: never heard of a puffin crossing, so must look it up. I'm with Paul on admiring the artistic flair of fellow-CDPers. My equipment is basic and apart from cropping, all I do is SOOC (straight out of the camera).ReplyDelete
Saltaire was on Michael Portillo's train journey with Bradshaw itinerary this week. I was disappointed he didn't interview you.
Puffin? Me? No, not at all. I love long walks and am just getting warmed up. This streetscape looks good.ReplyDelete
Saltaire Blonde!! Oh my, you must tell that story someday too! ~LiliReplyDelete
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I will be posting, from time to time, some "hypotheticals", a concept of discussion made popular in the DFW area by the radio station 1310 The Ticket. My sons and I have enjoyed the one to the right. I have always considered the rhino to have the combination of speed, strength and defensive qualities that would leave him the winner. If you have a hypothetical for general consumption please let me know.
Also, I have decided that when a poll gets to 50 votes, a winner will be declared and that poll will be removed. The first 50 vote-getter will probably be the Presidential Election Poll. This definitive poll will be an early predicter of the winner in 2008. I will extrapolate the Democrat and Republican primary nominees and vice presidential candidates. Stay tuned.


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I happened on this film post a friend's recommendation, and then got hooked by the star cast as it had my two most favourite actors—Emma Thompson and Tom 'Hanx'. I did not have any background information about the story or its making or commercial success—either from film critics or the average lay audience—which in hindsight proved to be a lucky blessing as I was to discover.
After the viewing, I was left with the all-too-familiar-bordering-on-cliché tingling in my toes and smarting in my eyes and loads of adrenalin chugging up and down my nervous system like the Nile in flood. In short, I was bowled clean over by the film. This was one perfect viewing, and the only way I could do justice to it (and the friend who recommended it) was to write about it. So, here we go.
The storyline is unusual, to begin with—not clearly belonging to any genre—not a romcom, not a thriller or horror or sci-fi—though definitely with a distinct leaning towards the biopic, but not even exactly that, considering it simply focuses on one time in a person's life rather than the entire lifetime. The story revolves around Walt Disney (the man himself) attempting to procure the screen rights of the famous P.L . Travers book 'Mary Poppins' to make a film out of the same. Unusually though, while a regular story would have possibly approached the event from the point of view of Disney, this film depicts it from the perspective of P.L Travers, the author—her disturbed childhood contributing to the growth of Mary Poppins, her emotional/psychological attachment with her creation and her painful struggle related to her signing the screen rights for the Disney film and relinquishing her hold on the Banks family and Mary Poppins. Travers' disturbed childhood, primarily shaped by an affectionate but irresolute father who plunges down the road to destruction including his entire family with him, occurs throughout the narrative as a leitmotif with vivid, detailed renditions of her father's deep affection for his daughters, his inability to hold on to a real job, his lack of worldliness, his submission to alcoholism and subsequent death by consumption. Interlaced with these images are the starkly contrasted ones of 1961 when a seemingly whimsical, at times even unquestionably eccentric, middle aged Travers is stubbornly refusing to give any ground to Walt Disney about 'Mary Poppins' the film—whether the film can be a musical, whether Mr Banks, the head of the Banks family, should be allowed to have a moustache, whether the film can have animated cartoons as part of the cast or whether the colour red can be depicted in the film.
The background to this overt conflict is beautifully peppered with scenes that are stolid and fragile by turns—Travers' quirky-bordering-on-caustic conversations with her chauffeur or the musicians and the co-scriptwriter of Mary Poppins, her reluctant visit to Disneyland with Walt and her subsequent quiet enjoyment of the merry-go-round therein, her nearly magical transformation from a cantankerous fussy writer to a visibly delighted soul lost in the rhapsody of the film's original music score, her troubled, lonely nights at her hotel where her past resurfaces time and again—scenes such as these and many more weave a steady stable background and make an effective contrast to the highly strung sensitivity of the main theme in the foreground of the narrative. The screenplay overall is a wonderful mishmash of the delicate and the robust, and the dialogues deserve special attention on more than one occasion. Examples abound like the scene where Travers' chauffeur asks her, "Do you want me to drive you home, Missus"? To which a visibly upset Travers answers 'All the way to England? Yes, please!" or the scene where in Disneyland, a disgruntled Travers asks Walt Disney, "Do you always get everything you want, Walter?" "Well, pretty much," smiles Walt. "With the exception of the rights to my books, of course," Pamela Travers points out with distinct sadistic pleasure, to which Walt, with a generous dash of gallant charm to his customary sangfroid as he takes her hand, says, "Well, worrying over you, Pam. Worrying over you".
Rare is the delight (which any film fanatic worth her/his salt would revel in) of watching your favourite actor deliver a performance par excellence. There can be no greater joy on this earth for a viewer than that of watching your most venerated idol of an actor do it again in his or her own apparently effortless way—breathe life into paper; make a storybook character come alive as a flesh and blood human being, merging subtexts and identities across the real and the imaginary world all along. I virtually experienced a dramatic epiphany watching the two masters of the craft, Emma Thompson and Tom Hanks, as they engaged in their dance of histrionic harmony in the film. The convergence of these gigantic geniuses resulted in the bringing out—to flawless perfection—of several 'you-would-have-never-known-they-even-existed' nuances in the dynamics between a self-made, larger than life movie Mogul, a veritable impersonation of the great American Dream, and an eccentric straitlaced Australian-turned English author facing penury and emotional destruction with an upper lip whose stiffness, however, would have cut steel. Tom Hanks seemed to have had lesser meat to chew in his preparation for his role as Walt, more so possibly due to studio restrictions from the contemporary Disney owners; however, he still portrays with his sheer brilliance a thoughtful, street smart, quietly determined, steady, dependable, growing-from the-ranks individual behind the bluster and fanfare of the public figure Walt Disney had to carry in his lifetime, deftly combining the two in course of the film. Emma Thompson, of course, with her trademark dogged hard work in getting under the skin of a character, pulls out all stops depicting the variant shades of complexity, insecurity and desolation and pride while portraying P.L. Travers.
The overall credibility of the film is also enhanced (to me, at least) in its ability to stay so close to the actual reality. Individuals who have both read the book 'Mary Poppins' as well as watched the film would realize that Mary Poppins in the book, and Mary Poppins in the film are indeed invested with diametrically opposite qualities; the former being no-nonsense and grounded despite 'flying in through a window' while the latter is shown to be 'cavorting—and twinkling' with chimney sweeps and animated penguins. Film critics would also know that the screen representation of Mary Poppins with her supposedly enforced juvenile jollity was a deliberate maneuvering on the part of the Disney Studios and Walt Disney himself, in keeping with the studio's feel-good ethos, and P.L. Travers did actually have the strongest reservations against it all. However, as one comes to the end of 'Saving Mr Banks' and watches P.L Travers break down into tears while watching Mary Poppins on its Premiere night, one realizes that as a viewer, it is always the end that matters. And however different the Mary Poppins of Disney happens to be from the Mary Poppins of Travers, in the end, they both do what they were created for. They save Mr Banks.
A film that truly deserved every single award it won, and all those ones it did not.


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By 2020, the housing market will consist of more first-time homeowners than ever before, as 92 million Gen Now consumers enter the market. The Gen Now group challenges the norm, embraces individuality and perceives the home as a personal reflection. The design of Clayton Homes' Concept House is based on extensive research and insight into Gen Now and represents the innovative details that this generation looks for in their homes. Its aesthetics include cool and trendy elements, while its spaces offer flexible rooms, useful areas and built-in storage. Rooms are designed to evolve and grow with the homeowner over time and adapt to changing needs.
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How were/are your teen kids different to when they were younger?
My kids are very young as yet but I often hear parents lament about their teenagers' younger years. How innocent things were then, how easier....
Is this true for you? I think having very young kids with complete dependence on you is stressful - although kids with INdependence can put the frighteners on us too!
What has been the difference for those of you who have, or are going through the teenager experience with your kids?
Do you have words of wisdom for those of us who'll face it down the line?
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Mushroom Pasta Sauce – A small batch
October 14, 2012 at 2:00 pm 2 comments
No cream, no tomato.
1 8 ounce package mushrooms, sliced (approximately 2 1/2 cups)
1 clove garlic, minced
1 small onion, chopped
1 cup stock
1/4 cup fresh parsley, chopped (or a sprinkling of dried)
oil for sautéing
1 tablespoon butter (optional)
1 teaspoon corn starch (optional)
pinch of red pepper flakes
salt & pepper
Heat oil and butter in large skillet
add mushrooms to pan in a single layer, sprinkle with salt, and cook until brown on both sides
add onions and garlic and cook until translucent
add pepper flakes and parsley
add stock, stir well, and cook down until some liquid evaporates
salt and pepper to taste
If you like a thicker consistency, mix the corn starch with a splash of water, then pour over mushroom mixture, mixing well over high heat. When the sauce reaches the desired thickness remove from heat, and toss in your favorite cooked pasta and coat well.
Entry filed under: For One or Two, Main Course, Vegetarian. Tags: mushroom pasta sauce.
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This looks SO good! You amaze me.
If one is a vegetarian, I suppose vegetable stock will do?
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