text:
Probably the most cherished old tale about George Balanchine is the one in which the mother of a girl who had auditioned for him comes up to him later and asks whether her daughter will become a professional dancer. "La danse, Madame," Balanchine replied, "c'est une question morale."
You could say that he dodged the question, but many of his admirers would say that he answered it directly and accurately. Dance, by virtue of its energy and its precision—and, often, its mounting intensity—brings us close to what many people in the world once looked for, and many still do, in religion. Music operates in the same way, of course, but most dance includes music, and it has something else as well: the body. On the dance stage, human beings place themselves before us much as, in old Italian frescoes, souls came before God: without words, without excuses, without much covering of any kind. They are more or less as they were when they came out of their mothers: flesh and energy, now with the addition of skill. That composite stands for what they are as moral beings, and what, in consequence, they tell us the world is. The better the dancer's first arabesque penché—the more exact, the more spirited, the more singing its line—the more he or she will embody the promise of the ancient Greeks, lasting at least up to Keats, that beauty, truth, and virtue are inseparable, that we live in a good world.
Such thoughts, however, are unlikely to have occurred to Alexandra Waterbury, a nineteen-year-old model and a former student of the School of American Ballet, New York City Ballet's affiliate academy, on the morning of May 15, 2018. She woke up in the apartment of her twenty-eight-year-old boyfriend, Chase Finlay, a principal dancer at N.Y.C.B., who was away at the time, and thought to check her e-mail on his computer. What she found on the screen was a series of photographs of women's private parts, including her own, plus a brief clip of her having sex with Finlay.
According to the complaint in a lawsuit that she later filed, there were text messages, too. Finlay, sending someone a photograph of Waterbury naked, asked, "You have any pictures of girls you've f*cked? I'll send you some . . . ballerina girls I've made scream and squirt." The exchanges included several participants, notably two other N.Y.C.B. principals, Amar Ramasar and Zachary Catazaro, and a young donor, Jared Longhitano. "We should get like half a kilo"—of cocaine, one assumes—"and pour it over the . . . girls and just violate them," Longhitano wrote to Catazaro and Finlay. "I bet we could tie some of them up and abuse them like farm animals." "Or like the sluts they are," Finlay rejoined. "Yeah," Longhitano wrote back. "I want them to watch me destroy one of their friends. And they know they're next. I bet we could triple team." Finlay also reported that he had just "fucked a 20-year-old ballerina and her sister! That was my first threesome with family members. It was incredible!" In another thread, a former student at the ballet school thanked Finlay for sending a picture of himself and Waterbury engaged in a sex act: "I can't stop looking at Alex's tits lol."
Waterbury got herself a lawyer, Jordan K. Merson, one of the attorneys who had just obtained a settlement in which Michigan State University agreed to pay five hundred million dollars to young gymnasts molested by Larry Nassar. Merson sought a settlement for Waterbury, but N.Y.C.B. refused, and there the matter appeared to rest, until the end of August, when the company announced that Finlay had resigned, and that it had suspended Ramasar and Catazaro after receiving allegations of "inappropriate communications." A week later, Waterbury's lawyer filed a lawsuit seeking compensatory and punitive damages for the pain and humiliation she had suffered, together with the damage to her reputation and, therefore, to her job prospects. Soon afterward, Ramasar and Catazaro were fired. (A lawyer for Finlay called the claims "distorted and inaccurate," and Catazaro's lawyer said that he would be seeking to have the complaint dismissed. Longhitano declined to comment, and a lawyer for Ramasar argued that one of the women had consented to having her photographs shared.)
Furthermore, Waterbury alleged that New York City Ballet and the School of American Ballet knew about this misconduct, or should have. The suit described a party that Finlay and other members of City Ballet had recently thrown at a hotel room in Washington, D.C., inviting underage girls, whom they "plied with drugs and alcohol." The damage to the hotel came to a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. But, according to the lawsuit, the hosts of the party, though they had to pay for the repairs to the hotel property, were not otherwise punished; instead, they were simply advised to confine such behavior to New York City, where "it would be easier to control." This, apparently, did not mean control of the behavior but control of the repercussions—that is, damage control. By means of such tolerance, the suit claimed, N.Y.C.B. signalled to a group of male dancers "that they could degrade, demean, mistreat and abuse, assault, and batter women without consequence." (An N.Y.C.B. spokesperson called the lawsuit baseless and said that, far from having "condoned, encouraged, or fostered" the men's behavior, it had investigated the matter and taken "immediate and appropriate action.")
Losing these dancers was a serious sacrifice for N.Y.C.B. Before the scandal, it had had only fourteen male principals. Now, in one fell swoop, it lost three, and two of them, Ramasar and Finlay, were stars. Accordingly, some people speculated that additional revelations might be coming, and that the company was trying to cover itself. Sexual misconduct in a ballet troupe, just as at the Metropolitan Opera or at Miramax or in the Roman Catholic Church, may be judged less severely by the public than the failure of those in charge to punish or remove the malefactors. The one confronts us with a bad person, the other with a bad world.
In other ways, too, N.Y.C.B. tried to prop up its reputation. At the company's fall fashion gala, in September of last year, the curtain rose not on a ballet but on a large, loose collection of the troupe's dancers, in street clothes—people like you and me, people who presumably did not fantasize about tying women up like farm animals. Stepping out from among them, Teresa Reichlen, a seraphic-looking principal dancer wearing a dress that covered her from neck to ankle, delivered a speech, reading it, modestly, from a printout. "We the dancers of New York City Ballet," she began, in an echo of the Constitution's We-the-People, "will not put art before common decency or allow talent to sway our moral compass. . . . Each of us standing here tonight is inspired by the values essential to our art form: dignity, integrity, and honor." That is, what happened was just the work of a few bad apples. Management totted up the donations that Jared Longhitano had made to City Ballet and gave the money to the organization Women in Need. The amount was only twelve thousand dollars, but the institution was doing what it could to assert that it still embraced the faith of Balanchine. Dance is a moral matter.
There was much at N.Y.C.B. to suggest that this was not true—above all the career of the man who had been the company's boss for the preceding thirty-five years. Peter Martins, a Dane who was trained at the Royal Danish Ballet's excellent school, joined City Ballet in 1969 and was a sensation—beautiful of face and form, and with big, wonderfully precise feet. He was also six feet two, which meant that he could partner just about any woman in the company, and he was superb at doing so. Women danced better when they danced with him. His partnership with Suzanne Farrell, many would say, was the starring act of N.Y.C.B. in the late seventies.
Ballet historians still do not agree on how, or whether, Balanchine, as his health began to fail, chose Martins to succeed him as the company's artistic director. Martins says that Balanchine telephoned him early one morning in the summer of 1978, invited him to breakfast, and offered him the job. But Balanchine never anointed him publicly. After the great man died, a number of his close associates—including Betty Cage, the company manager—questioned whether any such offer had ever been made and said that Balanchine's choice would have been Jerome Robbins, whom he had appointed as a ballet master in 1969. The board of directors diplomatically named both men "co-ballet-masters in chief." This arrangement continued—with Robbins working mainly on his own ballets and Martins looking after the rest of the repertory—until 1990, when Robbins resigned from the company and Martins became its sole artistic director, a position that he retained until last year, when he retired during an investigation of his treatment of the troupe's dancers.
People trying to assess Martins's career should keep in mind that, in the history of ballet, he had what was probably the worst case, ever, of big shoes to fill. Balanchine was an artist on the order of Bach or Tolstoy, in the sense that he had a long career, an enormous range, and a kind of poetic force that made people, when they saw his ballets, think about their lives differently, more seriously. If, at the end of time, anyone ever congratulates us on being the human race, he will be one of the prime exhibits. By contrast, Peter Martins, however beautifully he danced, was, at best, a middling choreographer, until, in the late eighties, perhaps under the strain of being compared with Balanchine night after night, he became something worse, a very pissed-off person.
Even early on, there was a spirit of antagonism in his work. His first piece for New York City Ballet, "Calcium Light Night" (1978), to music by Charles Ives, was a severe, sarcastic, and also rather witty duet, with the woman and the man taking turns dragging each other around the stage on their bottoms. This was the opposite of Balanchine's woman-worshipping duets. The element of aggression might have been put down to youthful iconoclasm, but, as the years passed, it did not diminish; it grew. In 1988, Martins premièred a new piece, "Tanzspiel," to a score by Ellen Taaffe Zwilich. In it, we see a lone man coming forward. As in a Balanchine ballet, a woman (or the ghost of a woman, or the memory of a woman) approaches him from behind. But then, instead of mesmerizing him, she grabs him, hangs on him, falls to the ground in desperation. He fleetingly responds, but mostly he recoils. Eventually, just to get rid of her, it seems, he strangles her, then dances around the stage with her lifeless body.
"Tanzspiel" was talked about long afterward. Part of what made it shocking was its apparent echo of the so-called "preppie murder," two years before, which was given huge play in the New York press. In August, 1986, two private-school graduates—Jennifer Levin, who was eighteen, and Robert Chambers, Jr., a year older—were having sex in Central Park in the middle of the night when she died of strangulation. Chambers's story was that she had pressed him for "rough sex" and was killed accidentally when he tried to stop her from hurting him. His defense team portrayed Levin as sexually rapacious, and, when the jury was unable to reach a verdict on the charge of murder, he pleaded guilty to manslaughter. Less than two weeks before the first performance of Martins's ballet, with its depiction of female sexual demands provoking male violence, Chambers received a sentence of five to fifteen years.
Presumably for ticket buyers in search of milder material, Martins later created versions of Russian classics. Each was curiously unsatisfying. "The Sleeping Beauty" (1991) was radically shortened, and it had a strange ending, in which the crowns of the King and the Queen are removed from their heads and transferred to the Princess and her consort—an action that was hard to interpret as anything other than Martins telling his audience that they should stop pining for Balanchine and get happy with his successor. In 1999, the company danced Martins's "Swan Lake," a ballet that traditionally ends with the Swan Queen and the Prince drowning themselves in the lake and, in many versions, going to Heaven together. Martins simply has the Swan Queen walk out on the Prince. The message seemed to be: Isn't this the way it happens in real life? People get together; they have problems; they split up. So what? In 2007, Martins made a new, brutal "Romeo and Juliet." In Shakespeare's play, Lord Capulet, furious over his daughter's rejection of his marriage plans for her, says, "My fingers itch"—in other words, I feel like hitting you. In Martins's ballet, Capulet actually did hit her, delivering a slap on the face that echoed through the theatre. (Within weeks of Martins's retirement, the slap was removed.)
But it wasn't just the revised stories—people deposing their parents and smacking one another around—that made Martins's work look ruthless. More serious was the tone of the dancing in the company's storyless ballets. Balanchine ballets that had seemed to be about the most exalted matters in our lives now sat cold and dry on the stage. The dancers appeared to be concealing their performances, as if they were afraid that we would see them defacing these revered works.
The situation was worse in Martins's own ballets. The dancers often looked like body snatchers. When Martins had a success, it was usually with something fast and furious—for example, his "Harmonielehre" (2000) and "Hallelujah Junction" (2002), both to frenetic scores by John Adams—where the steps were so hard that no one expected the dancers to do more than get through them. The company rose to the challenge, and it was quite a sight—you felt as though your face were being scraped off. The experience didn't stay with you afterward, though. I remember having a conversation about Martins in the late eighties with one of N.Y.C.B.'s female stars, who told me, "He hates ballerinas. He hates beauty. He hates Balanchine."
In 1982, Martins began dating Darci Kistler, almost twenty years his junior, a tall, sweet-faced blond dancer from Southern California whom Balanchine had plucked from the School of American Ballet and installed in the company two years earlier, when she was only sixteen. She and Martins were together on and off throughout the eighties, and they married in 1991. One night the following year, the police in Saratoga Springs, N.Y.C.B.'s summer headquarters, got a call from Kistler, reporting that, after an evening out, she and Martins had had a fight, and that he had beaten her and thrown her into the next room, cutting her ankle. Martins was charged with third-degree assault, and spent the night in jail. Kistler later dropped the charges, though she never withdrew her account of what happened that night. Readers should bear in mind that Kistler was not only Martins's wife; she was one of the leading female dancers in his company, and was often described as Balanchine's last muse. And Martins damaged her leg, the thing on which a dancer dances. That's like damaging a pianist's hand.
Before Martins married Kistler, he had a relationship of legendary storminess with Heather Watts, an N.Y.C.B. principal. "I saw him pick her up and slam her into a cement wall," John Clifford, another principal, reported. Gelsey Kirkland, in her 1986 memoir, "Dancing on My Grave," recalled watching Martins drag Watts up and down a flight of stairs.
Given the notoriety of such episodes, it's remarkable that it was not until December, 2017, that N.Y.C.B. and S.A.B. announced that they had begun an investigation into Martins's behavior. While this was going on, Martins took a leave of absence and a four-person committee was appointed to manage artistic operations. (He was also suspended from teaching his weekly class at the school.) Why was he finally being questioned? Because, the newspapers reported, S.A.B. had received an anonymous letter containing "general, nonspecific allegations of sexual harassment" by him. A good deal of Martins's treatment of women was a matter of public record, so there was something odd about an investigation prompted by something as easy to discredit as an anonymous letter making unspecific allegations.
Soon, however, more dancers—and not only women—began to speak to the press about mistreatment by Martins. Jeffrey Edwards, a very refined soloist, told Robin Pogrebin, of the Times, that in 1993 he was physically abused by Martins. He said that he lodged a complaint with the company's general manager and with the dancers' union, describing the episode in detail, but that no real action was taken. Edwards soon left the company and now teaches at Juilliard. A former child dancer named Victor Ostrovsky recalled a rehearsal in 1994, when he was a twelve-year-old student at S.A.B. He was horsing around with some other children in the ballet when Martins grabbed him by the neck. "He's yanking me around to the left and to the right," Ostrovsky told Pogrebin. "I felt like he was piercing my muscle. I started crying and sobbing profusely." He soon left S.A.B.: "I was depressed; I was embarrassed. He assaulted me onstage in front of the whole cast."
In an interview with Salon, Wilhelmina Frankfurt, a tall, commanding N.Y.C.B. dancer from the seventies and eighties, recalled an incident, mid-performance, in which Martins, she said, "pulled me into his dressing room and exposed himself to me. And I had on a tutu. I mean, with an American flag on it, and I ran out because I had to do the finale." Another encounter she had with Martins, she said, "is so big I don't think I can talk about it." The company had no human-resources department for her to go to, and, even years later, once the investigation was under way, she'd been unable to give her version of events. The investigators, she said, would not allow her to bring a witness unless both she and the witness signed nondisclosure agreements. (The company disputes her account.)
The accusations did not always involve force. A number of dancers have claimed simply that Martins slept around among the female dancers, and that roles were often allotted accordingly. This, alas, is a time-honored tradition in ballet companies—and Balanchine's career was marked, even shaped, by serial infatuations—but it is no longer honored, and managements are now scrambling to institute codes of conduct.
N.Y.C.B.'s investigation had been in progress for only a few weeks when Martins, who was then seventy-one, seems to have tired of the whole business. (Or did the board finally tire of him?) In any case, on January 1, 2018, a few days after being arrested for drunken driving, he announced his retirement. He still denied all the allegations against him, and he expressed confidence that he would be exonerated, but he wanted, he later said, to "allow those glorious institutions"—New York City Ballet and its school—"to move past the turmoil that resulted from these charges."
Six weeks later, N.Y.C.B. and S.A.B. issued a statement that the Martins investigation "did not corroborate the allegations of harassment or violence both made in the anonymous letter and reported in the media." No report on the inquiry was ever published, so it is impossible to know how this surprising judgment was reached. And although certain important dancers stood by Martins, the news that he never did any of the things that others had reported was received with considerable skepticism. As Victor Ostrovsky asked, how was it possible that the rest of the cast could recall nothing of what Martins did to him, as a child, at that rehearsal? "They all knew what happened," he said. Many people in the dance world were disappointed that Sarah Jessica Parker, the vice-chair of N.Y.C.B.'s board of directors and a vocal feminist, had remained silent throughout the affair. (She eventually texted the Times, saying that the safety of the company's dancers "is paramount to me.") It was a few months after all this that Alexandra Waterbury logged on to Chase Finlay's computer and found the photographs of the dancers he had caused to "scream and squirt."
After Martins left, the boards of N.Y.C.B. and S.A.B. formed a search committee to find a new artistic director. Who that person should be is a mystery, not just to observers but also, no doubt, to the boards. N.Y.C.B. is different from other large ballet companies—the Bolshoi, the Paris Opera Ballet, England's Royal Ballet—in that it has almost no history of succession. The company was created by Balanchine and his patron Lincoln Kirstein for Balanchine, to show his work. And though Jerome Robbins was eventually given significant space—perhaps a third of the troupe's stage time—there was never any question of whose ballet company it was.
What everyone would want now is a great ballet choreographer, aided, as Balanchine was, by a superbly capable executive director and staff. But there is only one absolutely first-class ballet choreographer currently working in the United States, Alexei Ratmansky, a Russian, who is the artist-in-residence of American Ballet Theatre, across Lincoln Center's plaza, whence he is unlikely to be seduced. Ratmansky had his fill of managing ballet companies in the five years, from 2004, that he spent as the artistic director of Moscow's hidebound Bolshoi Ballet. His contract with A.B.T. allows him to do a good deal of freelancing at other companies, and he seems to like this.
But, however gifted Ratmansky is, no one is claiming that he is the equal of Balanchine. Furthermore, many people, for obvious reasons, have recommended that the new artistic director be a woman. The company, to its credit, has recently mounted ballets by a number of female choreographers. The executive director, Katherine Brown, is a woman. Would the audience accept an N.Y.C.B. run by two women? Why not? In the past, it was often run by two men. Lately, female City Ballet alumnae who have gone on to notable careers as teachers or administrators have been revisiting the troupe's halls, and various names have been floated, but not on the basis of choreographic achievement. Whereas modern dance has been dominated, in large measure, by female choreographers, classical-ballet choreography is a career that in most Western countries has been all but closed to women, and this is changing only very slowly. To my knowledge, only two twentieth-century women—Bronislava Nijinska and Twyla Tharp—regularly made ballets for major international companies. So if it is hard to find a topflight ballet choreographer who is prepared to move to New York, it is even harder to find a woman who answers that description.
But a distinguished ballet company does not need to be headed by a distinguished choreographer. The example always cited is that of Diaghilev's Ballets Russes. Serge Diaghilev was not a choreographer at all, but he had the energy and discernment to foster young people who were. After he died, the graduates of his troupe more or less staffed the directorships of Western ballet—Léonide Massine and Bronislava Nijinska in Europe and America, Marie Rambert and Ninette de Valois in London, Serge Lifar in Paris, and, notably, George Balanchine in New York.
This is no doubt the model that N.Y.C.B.'s search committee has in mind: someone with taste who is willing to share the throne or, periodically, to yield it. Peter Martins made no new ballets for N.Y.C.B. during the last five years of his directorship, and one of his virtues—they should be noted—was that he could spot talent in others. He was the first company director in New York to present a ballet by Ratmansky. He also cultivated Christopher Wheeldon, N.Y.C.B.'s resident choreographer from 2001 to 2008, who is now one of the leading lights of international ballet. Wheeldon's successor as resident choreographer is the thirty-one-year-old Justin Peck, who, whatever his title, is increasingly emerging as the artistic face of the company. Peck, who still dances as a soloist with the troupe, is a man of great skill and productivity. He seems, however, to lack a subject. His casts, even when they are not wearing sneakers, and jackets emblazoned with protest slogans, as they did in his recent "The Times Are Racing," often seem like teen-agers, a notion that is highly vulnerable to cliché and sentimentality. The audience claps loudly for his work. He was viewed by many people as a top contender to succeed Martins, but he told Gia Kourlas, of the Times, that he didn't want the job. It's not hard to see why. At this point, like Ratmansky, he can have pretty much any gig he chooses. Why should he narrow his ambit?
But the audience's receptivity to Peck is touching. They like him, above all, I think, because he cheers them up and makes them feel, after all the scandals, that something good may once again come out of New York City Ballet. And if that something good is not, in addition, wise or profound—well, any port in a storm. After all, Balanchine never said what he wanted after his death, or how he thought the company should go forward. "Après moi, le board," he once declared, and, boy, did he know what he was talking about. ♦


text: The Western Dupage Special Recreation Association provides community-based social and recreational programs for individuals of all ages with special needs. We designed and developed a website that showcases the caring and professional nature of the organization and highlights their diverse programming. The website is connected to a registration portal so visitors can easily sign up for sessions and events online.

subset: commoncrawl


text:
In all of place and all through the planet there is certainly just the Spirit of your Universe but guy simply cannot see it. Blinded by faith and deafened by lies the human mind is experienced to misunderstand what's there ahead of our eyes when indoctrination is permitted to choose effect. Children set during the arms of ayahuasca ceremony nyc are immediately corrupted into misconceptions that hinders their ability to imagine realistically. These are impacted along with the goals of outdated and their difficulties commence from that time.
The world's challenges commenced from that time as well and soon after my reincarnation and using a link to the Spirit of your Universe my observations shown why it can be this way? Individuals will not be offered an alternative and when impacted using the tales passed down from generation to technology they take them with out issue.
This is actually the electricity in the ancestors and a lot of indigenous people today regard their forebears a great deal of which they however worship them and send them choices. But so do all people in all places. Cemeteries can be a location to determine it as relations arrive and mourn above graves the place they generally endeavor to speak into the dead. Some cultures have unique days focused to the useless and religions, similar to the Catholic Church, are so enamoured with deceased individuals that they are revered as gods with healing electric power.
The Spirit is effective miracles and it does so for its possess persons. These are the ones that are trying to find real truth and who shrink back with the fake gods to seek out it. In my get the job done along with the Spirit it's got healed damaged bones in seconds, cancer, addictions, even infertility, and lots of other things. It awaits the realisation that it on your own is God (Isaiah 45:4-8) which it is all set to acquire people that are actually trying to find its help.


text:
The Agriwatch Agri Commodities Index closed 0.5% higher at 102.69 during the week ended Mar 26, 2016 as compared to 102.18 during the previous week. The base for the Index is 2014 (= 100).
Higher prices of cereals and edible oils contributed to the weekly gain in the Index. While the Cereals Index gained 1.58% during the week, the Edible Oils Index rose 1.44%.
Other commodity groups that gained were the Oilseeds Index (+0.91% week-on-week), Sweeteners (Sugar, Gur & Khandsari) Index (+0.41%) and the Other Non-Food Articles Index (+3.36%).
The weekly decliners were the Pulses Index (-1.67%), Vegetables Index (-0.87%), Condiments & Spices Index (-1.3%) and the Fibres Index (-2.63%).


text:
Download SCRABBLE Game for PC on Windows 7,8,10.
SCRABBLE App helps you killing time,playing a game,learning new words,playing with friends,play scrabble,increase your vocabulary. If you need brain teaser,word search,strategy board game,brain training,scrabble type,crossword puzzle, SCRABBLE App is the best brain exercise,super fun,word game,past time,fast paced.
SCRABBLE is a Word game developed by ELECTRONIC ARTS. The latest version of SCRABBLE is 188.8.131.524. It was released on . You can download SCRABBLE 188.8.131.524 directly on Our site. Over 143606 users rating a average 3.9 of 5 about SCRABBLE. More than 10000000 is playing SCRABBLE right now. Coming to join them and download SCRABBLE directly!
What's New
Hey SCRABBLE fans! We've made some behind-the-scenes changes to improve the overall gameplay. As always, thanks for playing.
SCRABBLE Game For PC,Laptop,Windows (7,8,10) Free Download.
CONNECT WITH FRIENDS. PLAY WITH WORDS. Get a game of SCRABBLE going with just about anyone – or play solo against the computer! Plus, now you can play SCRABBLE in English, French, Italian, German, Spanish, or Brazilian Portuguese.
• Challenge friends via Facebook and more
• Find an instant opponent with a single touch
• Play solo against the computer to improve your skills
• Get numerous games going at once – more than any word game on the App Store
Connect to Facebook and share your best scores. You can even talk a good game with enhanced chat and notification features.
Become a SCRABBLE master with the exclusive "Teacher" feature – see what your best word could have been after every turn.
Use the in-game word list, built-in official SCRABBLE dictionary, or the exclusive Best Word feature to see your highest scoring choices.
Want to recreate the feeling of a real-time in-person game? Try the new Speed Play mode where you and your opponent agree to 2 or 5 minute turns. If words aren't played in time, nudge and forfeit options are unlocked.
View every detail on the board with HD-quality graphics made to maximize the Retina display.
Ready for the first and last word in word games? Don't accept imitations. Just say, "LET'S PLAY SCRABBLE!
You must be 13+ to play this game.
How to Play SCRABBLE Game on PC,Laptop.
1.Download and Install XePlayer Android Emulator.Click "Download XePlayer" to download.
2.Run XePlayer Android Emulator and login Google Play Store.
3.Open Google Play Store and search SCRABBLE Game and download,
or import the apk file from your PC Into XePlayer to install it.
4.Install SCRABBLE Game and start it.Now you can play SCRABBLE Game on PC.Have Fun!
To Download SCRABBLE Game App For PC,users need to install an Android Emulator like Xeplayer.With Xeplayer,you can Download SCRABBLE Game App for PC version on your Windows 7,8,10 and Laptop.
Guide for Play & Download SCRABBLE Game on PC,Laptop.
1.Download and Install XePlayer Android Emulator.Click "Download XePlayer" to download.
2.Run XePlayer Android Emulator and login Google Play Store.
3.Open Google Play Store and search SCRABBLE Game and download,
or import the apk file from your PC Into XePlayer to install it.
4.Install SCRABBLE Game for PC.Now you can play SCRABBLE Game on PC.Have Fun!


text:
Beyond Skin uses cookies to ensure the best possible web experience (e.g. save your shopping basket, learn how you use our site and provide you with tailored ads). Read our Privacy & Cookie notice for more details. Please click "Accept Cookies" below to accept the placement and use of cookies.
Worldwide Delivery
| Sustainable & Sweatshop Free
| Genuinely Not Leather |
Handmade in Spain |
Est. 2001
A classic round toe court shoe with a wearable bold heel and platform. Ideal of everyday office wear and easy to wear with many different outfits.
- Heel of approx 9cm and 1cm platform
- Classic round toe
- Breathable faux leather lining and resin sole
- PETA approved vegan
- Beautifully handmade in Spain
All deliveries will require a signature. Express services are available.
For further information, see our Delivery page.
We recommend sending your shoes back on the cheapest tracked delivery service. We will email you as soon as we receive them back.
Shoes must be returned within 28 days of receipt (14 days for sale items).
For further information, see our Returns page.


text:
Hongke is a set of crusher scientific research, production and sales as one of the large-scale joint-stock enterprises; the company's counterattack type crusher, roller crusher, impact crusher, cone crusher, jaw crusher, hammer crusher, crushing machine, sand making machine, sand washing machine (sand washing machine) series, sand production line equipment, stone production line, all by senior engineers to operate the computer calculation design, company is located in the west of Zhengzhou Development Zone, covers an area of fifty thousand square meters, with 8000 square meters of standard heavy-duty industrial workshop, all kinds of type metal machining, welding, assembly equipment more than 160 Taiwan online, more than 660 employees, the management of cadres and technical personnel with senior titles, more than 80 people; the company has introduced the United States, Germany, Japan, Australia and other countries of advanced technology and Engineering Art, the establishment of the international advanced production line and first-class modern detection base, and established the crusher chamber, milling machine Lab, mineral processing equipment research center; the company with scientific management methods, excellence in the manufacturing process, the courage to innovative manufacturing concepts quickly strong growth for China's heavy equipment production and export base.
Hongke depending on the quality of life, to serve the customers as God, and always follow the procedures for each responsible, responsible for each product, for every user is responsible for the quality policy and dedication to customer service; industry products of our company first passed ISO9001 international quality system certification, production company "Oriental card" machine was named "Chinese famous brand", stable and reliable quality make our company production and sales for the comprehensive economic indicators ranked the forefront of the domestic industry, tens of thousands of users all over all over the country and exported to more than 30 countries. East heavy industry since its inception, always adhere to the "train of thought decides outlet, character molded products" business philosophy, for many years been rated as "civilized enterprise", "key enterprises", "quality standards enterprise", "heavy contract, keep credit" enterprise, customer gifts "quality trustworthy" reputation. Heavy industries Dongfang based on the Central Plains, covering the whole country, facing the world, to talent as a fundamental, innovation oriented, increase marketing efforts and capital operation strength, actively seeking new development space, cautiousand pragmaticexploration of new strategic areas, toward the goal of group and the development, lay the foundation to achieve greater success heavy industries Dongfang, create the conditions.


text:
Alfa Romeo Run Free 2017: A No-Frills Race Experience
You can literally run for free at this event.
Run Free 2017 transcends perceptions that races are always costly. Traditional entry fees cover a holistic package that includes souvenirs such as event tee and finisher medal. But what if you could opt out of these entitlements?
The no-frills concept implies that participants will not be charged any entry fees. Instead, they can choose to purchase a full package to enhance their race experience.
Run Free 2017 will be held on 7 May 2017, from 7 a.m. to 12 p.m. at the Gardens by the Ba, Bay East Garden.
Race Details
Run Free 2017 offers two race distances - 5km and 10km. The event is family-friendly as there is no age requirement for participants.
Runners will flag off and finish at 21 Rhu Cross.
The 5km route offers participants a scenic run along the Marina Bay before making a turn towards the Marina Barrage and Satay by the Bay. Runners will then take the return route back to the finishing point.
The 10km route extends further, where runners will run along Marina Bay, continue past Satay by the Bay to the Flower Dome, ArtScience Museum and around the corner of the Marina Bay, before making their return journey back to the finishing point.
The cut-off times for 5km and 10km runners are 2 hours and 3 hours respectively.
Customise Your Race Experience
As this is a no-frills concept, participants will not be receiving any entitlements by default. However, they can choose to enhance their race experience by purchasing the full race entitlement which consist of an event T-shirt, an event singlet, a race bib + timing chip, a finisher medal, bag deposit service on race day and a drawstring bag.
Why wait? It's free anyway! Hurry sign up now before the deadline closes in on 21 April 2017! Or, get your exclusive Alfa Romeo event T-shirt and singlet with other great entitlement.