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In most places in the US and Canada, the winter weather is construction's nemesis. Even in places like west of the Cascades in the Pacific Northwest where you aren't overwhelmed with freezing temperatures, it's exceedingly rare to string enough dry days together where you can make much progress. And east of the mountains of course has the snow that presents a whole other load of problems. Really, other than parts of the sunbelt and southwest, most of the US (and all of Canada) are not places conducive to building in the winter.
But that doesn't mean winter is a time where you should just sit there, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for the weather to improve. In fact, when it comes to building your home, winter can be the perfect time to lay the figurative foundation. That way when spring comes, you'll have everything in place to lay the actual foundation.
Here's why:
The case for starting in winter
The oversimplified argument would be "Winter stinks for building, but spring is great for building!" And crucially, the first step to building a home isn't pouring any concrete or hammering any nails. Thus, by getting everything necessary done in winter, you can be hyper-ready to go once the weather gets good again.
For example, before construction you'll need to secure financing, secure permits, decide on floor plans and customizations, and more. If you're doing this during spring, you're taking up valuable construction-weather time on stuff that doesn't depend on that same weather; it's a simple case of comparative advantage, really.
The fact is that, before building, there's two phases you'll have to complete that both take quite a bit of time – and that doesn't take into consideration acquiring the land or confirming the floorplan if you haven't done that yet. First, you'll have to secure financing; that can take anywhere from 30 to 60 days. After that, you still have to obtain the necessary permits before any building can happen. That can take anywhere from 30 to 90 says, give or take – sometimes even longer depending on your county.
That means if this pre-production process lasts on the longer side, you'll spend five months on it. Were you to start this in spring – say, April – you wouldn't be able to build until early September! Depending on your climate, that would give you just a couple months of construction maybe before the weather turns sour again, and you have to call construction off for an extended period of time. But if you start this process in late fall or early winter – let's go with early November – you'll line up your timeline so you're ready to begin the actual construction process right when the weather's ready, too.
Besides the fact that winter's unofficial moratorium on building gives you a good excuse to really focus on these pre-construction steps, it also provides another seasonal advantage: building departments and builders' business is naturally slower during the winter, so they can give your project more attention. That makes sense; since there's not much building itself going on during this season, they have less to do. But their only job isn't the actual building – the prep work is huge. Since their other clients are often on hold during the winter, though, these professionals then have more time to devote to you on this preparation. Otherwise, by waiting for the spring or summer to do this work, you're putting yourself in a position where the people you work with will be busier and everything will take longer.
The homebuilding process takes patience – but it's made easier when you're diligent and deliberate. By timing it all with the seasons, you'll experience a more efficient process, fewer complications during prep and building, and likely a lower final cost. So between saving money and fewer headaches along the way for yourself and your team, doesn't utilizing the winter sound like a good move? We sure think so.


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"We have such a passion for our little ones and their families and for ensuring that they receive the services they deserve. South Africans are passionate, resilient, adaptable and determined, we would love to share our passion for neonates with the rest of our colleagues and showcase South African efforts in empowering families and managing these often complex little ones."
–Andrea Fourie, SLP, CNT and Bianca Pereira, OT, CNT
Andrea Fourie and Bianca Pereira from Johannesburg, South Africa became Certified Neonatal Therapists (CNTs) this year! Both have an unstoppable desire and determination to learn and advance neonatal therapy practice. Andrea and Bianca, who have a collective 19 years of experience in the NICU, have shared their experiences to promote an improved understanding of neonatal therapy practice in South Africa.
South African NICUs have many similarities to those in the US. In South Africa, NICU beds are designated as either intensive care or high care. Babies in need of ventilation, CPAP, or post-surgery care receive care in the intensive care units while those requiring less intensive support receive care in the high care unit. The non-profit hospital where Bianca works has 30 beds (10 ICU beds and 14 high care beds). Andrea works in multiple private hospitals, but her primary hospital has 40 beds (15 ICU beds and 25 high care beds). In their NICUs, the neonatal therapy team is made up of a physiotherapist, occupational therapist, and speech-language pathologist. Both Andrea and Bianca provide care for infants born prematurely, with neurological/cardiac conditions, as well as those infants undergoing surgical procedures. They use standardized assessments that include the GMA, NBAS, NBO, HINE, and the Bayley-III for older children. Both of their NICUs would be classified as level IV NICUs.
One of the most notable practice differences between the US and South Africa relates to resources. Service provision and resources vary significantly from hospital to hospital, based on the payment structure. In private hospitals, Andrea explains that therapy orders are referral based. Doctors have to authorize therapy for it to be covered by insurers, but even then, it is dependent on the insurer to determine whether the therapy services will be covered. Andrea sees approximately 20% of babies in the NICU, due to the insurance restrictions and the availability of funds. Bianca shares that, in her non-profit hospital, there are standing orders in place for all infants who are born prematurely and meet the criteria for therapy. Bianca sees approximately 60% of babies in the NICU that she staffs.
There is a lack of access to commercially designed positioning products in South Africa. Both Andrea and Bianca are responsible for fabrication of devices to support optimal developmental outcomes. Bianca often uses dialysis or IV bags as gel pillows and makes supplies that are needed, such as homemade scent cloths. Obtaining specialized feeding products can also be a challenge. Generally, any bottles (aside from one brand that is available) must be paid for and secured by the parents, or the therapists pay for and supply specialized feeding equipment when needed. Therapeutic equipment is one of the biggest challenges. These CNTs advocate for breastfeeding and find ways to mitigate some of the equipment challenges. Many challenges come from having limited resources, but these Andrea and Bianca state "South Africans are known for making a plan when we don't have what we need, and this applies to the NICU as well."
Becoming CNTs is part of how they demonstrate their expertise to others on the medical team and aids them in advocating for their practice and profession. They continue to make a huge difference in the care of infants and families.
Like many of us across the world, Andrea and Bianca have been affected by the global COVID-19 pandemic. The day after they took the neonatal therapy certification exam, South Africa went into a lock-down. They share that there is a large gap in post-graduate training related to NICU therapy. Andrea received a scholarship to attend the NANT conference in 2015, where she learned a lot about NICU practice in the US through colleagues and therapists she met at the conference. Such international training is not accessible for most therapists in the South Africa, due to financial considerations and distance, despite therapists in South Africa striving to keep their knowledge up-to-date. As CNTs, Andrea and Bianca hope to mentor and educate more therapists in South Africa to ensure best practice in the NICUs around the country and to grow a culture of value in neonatal therapy.
"We are grateful for the support from the NTNCB and the neonatal therapy community and hope that we can continue to grow the neonatal therapy community in our under-resourced country and serve our tiny babies and their families."
– Andrea Fourie, SLP, CNT and Bianca Pereira, OT, CNT

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I am an educator and facilitator for youth and adults, specialising in work on sex, sexuality and relationships. I believe that everyone has the right to safe, healthy and pleasurable sexual experiences – as well as the right to determine for themselves what those terms mean.
My person-centered and participatory approach empowers people with the knowledge and confidence to make informed, responsible choices; encourages critical thinking; and creates open, comfortable spaces where people can reflect, share and learn.


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King Cathal and the Gullet Demon
Irish and Celtic myths and legends, Irish folklore and Irish fairy tales from the Historical Cycle
If you are what you eat this man was half of Ireland
This now is the true tale of mighty King Cathal Mac Finguine of Munster, lord of Cork and warrior without peer. In ancient Ireland this story was told when mead was first brought out, or a prince sat to his feast, or when an inheritance was taken, and the reward for reciting this story was a white-spotted, red-eared cow, a shirt of new linen, or a woollen cloak with its brooch.
Kings will always have enemies, which is why they say a throne is an uneasy seat, but those kings whose skill at arms and warfare became the subject of song were more feared than the other types. Such a king was Cathal Mac Finguine, who mastered all the southern half of Ireland and threatened the northern half too! No such king was afterwards known in Ireland until the rise of Brian Borúma, who defeated the Viking reaver-nations.
Well, the King of the North was called Maelduin, King of Ailech, and his rest had been troubled ever since the bodb-hags of his house and the house of Mac Finguine had duelled in verse at the border marches.
This was the song of the northern hag-spirit:
He comes from the North, comes from the North,
The son of Maelduin, over the rocks,
Over Barrow's brink, over Barrow's brink,
Till cattle he take he will not stay.
And the responding prophecy from the southern bodb was as follows:
He shall stay, shall stay
He will be thankful if he escapes.
By my father's hand, by my father's hand,
If Cathal meets him, he'll take no cattle.
Maelduin knew this boded ill for his family's fortunes, and perhaps spelled out the end of his line! He tossed and turned in sleepless turmoil, consulted mystics by moonlight and sent forth his spies and watchers to see if some way could be found to avert the fate. But in the end it was his own son, Fergal, who was named in the bodb-song, that found a way to strike at this impetuous southern king!
For he knew three things which nobody else did – he knew his sister Ligach well, and he knew she had a soft spot for King Cathal of Munster, that land once called Mumu, and he knew she liked to send Cathal exotic fruit, sweet pastries and delicious treats as an admirer from afar. Instead of contemplating how a union of houses might benefit them all however, Fergal bent his mind to making a sword of her sweetness.
Fergal summoned his sister and said to her that she must tell him the truth about her relationship with King Cathal, or he would lay his curse upon her. As much as she loved Cathal distantly she feared her brother's curse more, for he was known to consort with strange people and even the Druids, such as remained of them! So she confessed her innocent gifting, and Fergal bade her send the fruit to himself instead, and so she did.
Fergal summoned a man to him, although who he called isn't known – perhaps a sorcerer fleeing his rivals in the eastern crescent, or one of the old Druids, or a sidhe-hostage bound to count grains of sand or some other such eldritch worker of black wonders.
Fergal promised him riches, land, wealth and women if he would put a charm for the undoing of his enemy and rival on the fruit and sweets, so the magician wove terrible enchantments into the fruit, spells learned from accursed tablets graven before the drowning of the world that was.
Fergal sent messengers to Cathal with these delicious treats in a basket, and the messengers said they had been sent in love and affection by the beautiful Ligach, daughter of Maelduin. By each of the eight universal things, sun and moon, dew and sea, heaven and earth, day and night, they prayed that he would eat those fruits.
It was an easy sale, for Cathal had admired the beauty of Ligach for a while, and quickly he ate the apples and plums, the pears and tarts, declaring himself well satisfied with the repast!
But little creatures through the poisonous spells were quickly formed in his stomach and throat, and those little creatures gathered in a womb of their own making, so that a demon of gluttony formed!
And from that day onwards for the next three half-years this demon lived in the throat of Cathal Mac Finguine, to the ruin of the men of Munster, for nothing he ate would satisfy him, and he ate everything that could be eaten while never gaining a feather's weight!
Each day a pig and a cow and a bullcalf of three hands, with three score cakes of pure wheat and a vat of new ale, and thirty heath-poults' eggs comprised his starter, besides another snack, until his great feast was ready for him. As for the great feast, that passed account or reckoning.
Now it happened at that time there were eight wise and crafty people in Armagh, reclusive masters whose names were sung without cheer by the bards of the time:
I have heard of eight tonight
In Armagh after midnight
I proclaim them with hosts of deeds,
Their names are no sweet symphonies.
Comgan was the name of the Two Smiths' son
Famous was he after the hunt.
Critan was Rustang's noble son,
It was a full fitting name.
The Two Tribes' Dark One, a shining cry,
That was the name of Stelene's son.
Dun Raven, a white nun, of Beare
Rough Derry was the name of Saman's son.
Never-Refused was Mac Conglinne's name,
From the brink of the sweet-crested Bann.
Wee Man, Wee Wife, bag of carnage,
Were Dead Man's sire and dam.
Anier Mac Conglinne was one of those famed scholars, rich in lore and wide in knowledge, but truth be told he was finding dusty books and the wisdom of his forefathers to be a bit less compelling than he had originally imagined. His name meant "he who is hard to refuse" on account of his mastery of satire and praise, and he longed to begin a poet's journey to escape the shadow of his tiresome studies.
He spoke with a few travellers and merchants passing through Armagh and heard tell of the great King Cathal in Munster, who was holding a parade in Iveagh, and he decided that nowhere else would do. The scholar had heard that he would get plenty and enough of all kinds of white meat in Munster, for greedy and hungry for whitemeats was he.
Then he swapped his few possessions for two wheaten cakes and a slice of old bacon with a streak across its middle, which he put in his book satchel, and that very night made two pointed shoes of seven-folded dun leather for his journey.
He got up early the next day, wrapping himself warmly in his iron-brooched white cloak, then made a turn clockwise around the graveyard and waved farewell to his mentor who chanted gospels around him.
Anier made his way to Cork and came to the guest house of Cathal, which he found to be in a sorry state – the door had been left open and dust and ash had blown everywhere, the roof thatching was threadbare, and the rolled blanket was full of lice and fleas! The bathtub had the water of the night before in it, and the heating stones were cold by the doorpost.
There was nobody to greet him or wash his feet, as was the custom of the day, and so he washed his own feet in the bathtub and tried to get some rest, but truly, as numerous as the sand of the sea or the sparks of fire were the lice and fleas nibbling his legs, so that weariness seized him without rest.
He rolled out of bed, scratching himself, and took down his book of psalms, whereupon he began singing in his rich and melodious voice. His voice was heard a thousand paces outside of Cork city, and nobody in Cork got a wink of sleep that night.
"Is there someone in the guest house?" asked Manchin, who was the Abbot of Cork, rubbing his eyes.
"Nobody that I know of," said his attendant, but another said he had seen someone hurrying past earlier.
"Well, if he's too lazy to come and get it, you'd better bring him his allowance," said the Abbot, and the attendant went to the guest house with a small cup of the church whey-water, two sparks of fire in the middle of a wisp of oaten straw, and two sods of damp, fresh peat.
The attendants came to the guest house and terror seized him, for it was dark within the gaping door. They called to see was anyone within, and Anier responded that there was.
"We couldn't clean the house up for just the one man," they said by way of excuse, "for it would break the spells laid on the place!"
"If ever the spells on it were broken," said Anier, "they were tonight, for their breaking was fated, and it is I who break them. But I will not rise until you tell me what ration you bring me!"
So the attendants took out the wet peat and the sparks glinting in the wisps of straw, and laid his cup of whey water before him. Upon seeing this miserly portion, Anier drew himself up and recited a satirical poem about the welcoming ways of Cork and its miserable hospitality, and the attendants fled with their ears burning.
When Manchin the Abbot heard the vicious yet oddly catchy poem that Anier had been inspired to compose on the spot, he told the others that children and dogs in the street would be singing it unless its composer was punished immediately, and he wasn't far wrong! The reputation of the Abbot and the city itself would be ruined.
Well, he turned to his men and told them "to go to the person who made that poem, to strip him of all his clothes, to lay scourges and horsewhips on him until his flesh and skin break and sever from his bones, only let his bones not be broken. Then put him in the Lee river and give him his fill of the muddy water of the Lee. Then let him be put into the guest house, without a stitch of clothing."
"There let him sleep that night, in the most wretched and darkest plight he ever was in. Let the house be closed on him from outside until morning, in order that he may not escape, until my counsel together with the counsel of the monks of Cork shall be held. And our counsel shall be no other than his crucifixion tomorrow, for the honour of myself and of Saint Barre, and of the Church!"
What Saint Barre would have thought of this carry on is anyone's guess, but his men nodded and went about their business as instructed, until the next morning when Anier was taken out of the guest house and brought before the monks of Cork. Besides their mistreatment of him, he had been plagued by strange visions and surreal dreams all night.
A great argument commenced and not for nothing was Anier called "hard to refuse" because before too long the monks were having the worst of it, and his blazing rhetoric lit their cheeks up red! But it began to come out that besides being a mean hand with the rations, the Abbot was also short of food to give, since the King was eating it all.
At this, Anier realised the meaning of the visions he had experienced the previous night meant, and he held up his hand to call a halt to the proceedings.
"Do you mind," said he, "if I am allowed to say a few short words, for a vision appeared to me last, night," said Anier, "and, if a respite is given me, I will relate the vision."
"I say," declared Abbot Manchin, "if all of humanity were asked, they would not give you respite even for a minute, and neither will I."
His monks were curious though. "We pledge our word," said the monks, "though it be disagreeable to you, Manchin, he shall have a respite, that he may tell us his vision. Inflict on him afterwards whatever you wish."
Anier began to recount his vision, as he said:
"A vision that appeared to me,
An apparition wonderful I tell to all:
A lardy coracle all of lard
Within a port of New-milk Loch,
Upon the world's smooth sea.
We went into the man-of-war,
'Twas warrior-like to take the road
O'er ocean's heaving waves.
Our oar-strokes then we pulled
Across the level sea,
Throwing the sea's harvest up,
Like honey, the sea-soil.
The fort we reached was beautiful,
With outworks of custards thick,
Beyond the loch.
New butter was the bridge in front,
The rubble dyke was wheaten white,
Bacon the palisade.
Stately, pleasantly it sat,
A compact house and strong.
Then I went in:
The door of it was dry meat,
The threshold was bare bread,
Cheese-curds the sides.
Smooth pillars of old cheese,
And sappy bacon props
Alternate ranged;
Fine beams of mellow cream
White rafters-real curds,
Kept up the house.
Behind was a wine well,
Beer and bragget in streams,
Each full pool to the taste.
Malt in a smooth wavy sea,
Over a lard-spring's brink
Flowed through the floor.
A loch of pottage fat
Under a cream of oozy lard
Lay 'tween it and the sea.
Hedges of butter fenced it round,
Under a blossom of white-mantling lard
Around the wall outside.
A row of fragrant apple-trees,
An orchard in its pink-tipped bloom,
Between it and the hill.
A forest tall of real leeks,
Of onions and of carrots, stood
Behind the house.
Within, a household generous,
A welcome of red, firm-fed men,
Around the fire.
Seven bead-strings and necklets seven,
Of cheeses and of bits of tripe,
Hung from each neck.
The Chief in mantle of beefy fat
Beside his noble wife and fair
I then beheld.
Below the lofty cauldron's spit
Then the Dispenser I beheld,
His fleshfork on his back.
The good Cathal Mac Finguine,
He is a good man to enjoy
Tales tall and fine.
That is a business for an hour,
And full of delight 'tis to tell
The rowing of the man-of-war
O'er Loch Milk's sea."
"Fine, you wretch," said Abbot Manchin in disappointment, "go straight to King Cathal and tell the vision to him, for it was revealed to me last night in my dreams that this evil which afflicts Cathal would be cured through that very vision."
"What reward shall I have?" asked Anier.
"Isn't the reward of keeping your body and soul together enough for you?" said Manchin.
"I don't care about that," said Anier, "Heaven awaits me with open arms, although I'm not so sure about you!"
"What reward do you want?" asked the monks of Cork.
"Not great indeed is what I ask," said Anier, "merely a little cloak, that is, Manchin's cloak!"
Manchin was very displeased to hear that, for the cloak was a sign of his office, and by giving it up he would be making Anier the new Abbot!
"Maybe little to you," muttered Abbot Manchin, "I would sooner give you all of Cork, if it were mine!" but again the monks shouted him down and he sullenly agreed, saying only that he would give the cloak to the Bishop, and if Anier succeeded, he could look for it there.
They told him that King Cathal was visiting with Prince Pichan son of Maelfinn, and to get out of their sight as quick as he could.
So Anier packed his few belongings again and went as quickly as he could to meet King Cathal. Entering into the stronghold of Pichan he began acting the fool, passing gas and singing songs, juggling rocks and dancing very strangely.
Prince Pichan came to him and said he was not amused, and Anier asked him why that might be.
"Haven't you heard, oh scholar of foolishness, that King Cathal is coming tonight, and although his great army will prove to be a burden, more troublesome is the man himself! And though troublesome will be his first meal, more troublesome is his main feast, but most troublesome of all is the feast after that! There will be no food left in all my lands."
"What reward will I earn," said Anier, "if I can protect you from now to the same hour tomorrow, and you will suffer no vengeance from Cathal for it?"
"I would give you a golden ring and a Welsh steed," said Pichan.
"Not bad, but I feel you can do a little better," said Anier.
"I will give you besides," said Pichan, "a white sheep for every house and field in my land."
"That will do," replied Anier, "just so long as I also get the agreement of the poets of Cork to scathe and revile you if I am cheated of my dues, and satirists to scatter the satires, and sing them against you and your children and your race, unless my dues reach me." To this Pichan agreed, for the alternative was ruin.
Well it didn't take long for Cathal to arrive with his great army, and they sat themselves down on blankets and bedrolls to be served by gentle maidens. But King Cathal didn't even have his shoes off before he was going at the apples piled on hides around him, using both hands!
Anier watched from the corner of his eye and began smacking his lips from across the room, but Cathal did not notice. Anier then rose and went hastily like the fiend in a furious rush and warlike stride across the royal hall. He came to a huge block and war-stone on which spears and rivets were usually fastened, and against which edges were sharpened.
He lifted it on his back and carried it back to where he had been sitting, stuck the upper end of it in his mouth, and began grinding his teeth against the stone! And I'll tell you there was no one in or around the hall that didn't hear the noise of his teeth against the stone.
At last Cathal raised his head, saying "What has gotten into your head, son of learning?"
"A couple of things," said Anier, "first is to see Cathal, the right-beautiful son of Finguine, the high-king of the great Southern Half, the chief defender of Ireland against the children of Conn the Hundred Fighter, a man ordained of God and the elements, the noble wellborn hero of pleasant Onaght of Glenowra eating alone, and if any from distant parts were to see my beard not wagging along with your own, what a mockery they would make!"
Cathal's heart was moved by this sweet persuasion, and although for the space of three half-years that the fiend had lived in his throat, he had not performed such an act of humanity as the giving of one wild apple to Anier, he threw him an apple now.
"Better to learn two things than one," said Anier, and was given another.
"The number of the Trinity!" and got another.
"The four books of the Gospel, according to the Testament of Christ!" and he went on like this until a great pile of apples was gathered at his feet, and Cathal exclaimed in exasperation.
"You'll eat me if you keep going!" he shouted, flinging the hide, apples and all, so they went all over the place, but wherever they went, they were closer to Anier than to Cathal.
Fury seized Cathal then and one of his eyes fell so far back into his head that a river crane couldn't have picked it out. The other eye bulged out until it was as large in his head as a hen's egg! He leaned back against the side of the palace and the rafters, poles, wattles and thatch shook before his wrath, but he controlled his fury and sat himself down.
"Why do you act so, man of learning?" asked Cathal.
"Well truth be told I had a quarrel with the monks of Cork," replied Anier, "and they said to me there was no way you would spare a morsel, let alone hold a holy fast with me this night!"
Aghast and taken between pride and outrage, Cathal threw up his hands and with immense internal struggle said that he could and would prove those monks wrong, although he'd rather give them all the cattle in Cork. That night the two men fasted but Anier awoke early and went to tell Prince Pichan to fry bacon and onions and all sorts of savoury foods outside the window where the king was sleeping.
The prince did so, and the king awoke with hunger in his eyes, but before he could move a muscle, Anier declared it was time for the morning sermon! Groaning and close to slavering, the king settled down and waited while Anier exercised all of his rhetorical skill and eloquence to deliver a sermon that had one and all in showers of tears.
"And now," said the king, "let us eat!"
"In but a moment oh regal King Cathal," demurred Anier, "I have heard your high skill is the interpretation of dreams! I had a rare vision last night, surely sent by God, and with no doubt great importance for the future of Munster. Could you interpret it for me?"
"Perhaps later - " began Cathal, but it was too late, for Anier had already begun.
"A vision I beheld last night:
I sallied forth with two or three,
When I saw a fair and well-filled house,
In which there was great store of food.
A lake of new milk I beheld
In the midst of a fair plain.
I saw a well-appointed house
Thatched with butter.
As I went all around it
To view its arrangement,
Puddings fresh-boiled
They were its thatch-rods.
Its two soft door-posts of custard,
Its dais of curds and butter,
Beds of glorious lard,
Many shields of thin pressed cheese
Under the straps of those shields
Were men of soft sweet smooth cheese,
Men who knew not to wound a Gael,
Spears of old butter had each of them.
A huge cauldron full of meat
(Methought I'd try to tackle it)
Boiled, leafy kale, browny-white,
Brimming vessel full of milk.
Bacon house of two-score ribs,
Wattling of tripe-support of clans
Of every food pleasant to man,
Meseemed the whole was gathered there."
And he said further
"A vision I beheld last night,
'Twas a fair spell,
'Twas a power of strength when to me appeared
The kingship of Erin.
I saw a court-yard topped with trees,
A bacon palisade,
A bristling rubble dyke of stone
Of pregnant cheeses.
Of chitterlings of pip were made
Its beautiful rafters
Splendid the beams and the pillars,
Of marvellous pork.
Marvellous the vision that appeared to me
By my fireside:
A butter draught-board with its men,
Smooth, speckled, peaked.
God bless the words I utter,
A feast without fatigue!
When I got to Butter-mount,
A gillie would take off my show?"
At this description of delicious food of all sorts, Cathal's mouth began to hang slack, and he moaned without word, but Anier was far from done!
"And then in my dream there came to me a Sidhe," he said "and I asked its name –
Wheatlet son of Milklet,
Son of juicy Bacon,
Is mine own name,
Honeyed Butter-roll
Is the man's name
That bears my bag.
Haunch of Mutton
Is my dog's name,
Of lovely leaps.
Lard, my wife,
Sweetly smiles
Across the kale-top.
Cheese Curds, my daughter,
Goes round the spit,
Fair is her fame.
Corned Beef, my son,
Whose mantle shines
Over a big tail.
Savour of Savours
Is the name of my wife's maid:
Across New-milk Lake she went.
Beef-lard, my steed
An excellent stallion,
That increases studs;
A guard against toil
Is the saddle of cheese
On his back.
When a cheese-stead is sent after him,
Rapid his course,
Fat is on his ribs,
Exceeding all shapes.
A large necklace of delicious cheese-curds
Around his back
His halter and his traces all
Of fresh butter
His bridle with its reins of fat lace.
The horsecloth of tripe with its sausage
Tripes are in its hooves."
Anier carried on and on in this manner until the King's head lolled forward as one hypnotised, and around them gathered an audience of many of the Dún's inhabitants, enraptured by the verbal feast laid out before them.
But suddenly Anier leaped to his feet and told the Prince and all his men to lay hands on Cathal and bind him swiftly to the wall, and so they did, not knowing what they were at themselves. Quicker yet, Anier leaned outside the window with his fork in his hand and stabbed a piece of bacon, carrying it back inside before Cathal's face.
"What do you do, scholar? How long will you carry this on?" said Cathal, "carve the food for us, son of learning!"
"Certainly," said Anier, and dipping the bacon into a dish of salted honey he waved it under the kings nose and put it in his own mouth. He did this again, and then he did it a third time, until Cathal roared and bellowed, and commanded the killing of the scholar. But that was not done for him.
With the king's enraged shouting and at the pleasure of the description of those many various pleasant viands by Anier, the lawless beast that dwelt in the inner bowels of Cathal Mac Finguine came forth, until it was licking its lips outside his head!
Anier again leaned out the window to where the food still cooked and took pieces of delicious pork and chicken, bringing them one after the other to the lips of the king, before finally putting a piece in the king's mouth.
At that the son of malediction darted forth, fixed his two claws in the piece that was in Anier's hand, and climbing out of the king carried it into an empty cauldron that was on the other side of the fire. Swift as a striking wolf, Anier overturned the cauldron on the demon, which is how it got its name, "lonchoire," from the demon "lon" of gluttony that was in Cathal's throat, being under the cauldron "coire".
"To God and Bridget we give thanks," said Anier, clapping his right palm over his own mouth, and his left palm over the mouth of Cathal, before linen sheets were put round Cathal's head and he was carried out.
"What is most necessary for us to do now?" asked Pichan.
"The easiest thing in the world," said Anier, "let the army, then men and women, the chiefs and nobles, the herds, flocks and cattle all be taken quickly from the fortress, along with everything else of value except only that cauldron." And so it was done.
Then the hall was then shut from the outside, and four huge fires were kindled here and there within. When the house was a tower of red flame and a huge blaze, the demon sprang to the rooftree above the conflagration, for the fire was powerless to do anything to him, and he sat on the hall amid the flames.
"Well, now you men of Munster," said Anier, "yonder is the cause of all your troubles. Shut your mouths that I may speak with that unworshipful wretch," he shouted, "bow to us!"
"And indeed I will," said the devil, "I cannot help it, for you are a man with the grace of God, with an abundance of wisdom, acuteness of intellect, intense humility, the desire of every goodness, and with the grace of the seven-fold Spirit. I am a demon by nature, of infrangible substance, and I shall tell you my story."
"I have been three half-years in Cathal's mouth, to the ruin of Munster and the Southern half of Ireland besides, and if I were to continue three half-years more, I would ruin all Ireland."
"Were it not for the nobleness of the monks of great Cork of Munster, and for their wisdom, for their purity and for their honesty, and for the multitude of their bishops and their confessors, from whom you have come against me, and were it not for the worth of the voice and the word, honour and soul of the noble venerable king, whom you have come to save, and again, were it not for your own nobility and worth, and purity and wisdom, and abundance of knowledge and lore - it is into your own throat I would go, so that they would lash you with dog-straps and scourges and horsewhips through all Ireland, and the disease that would kill you would be hunger."
"The sign of the Lord's cross between me and thee," said Anier Mac Conglinne, thrice threatening him with the Gospels.
And the demon continued "Given half a chance I would bear your body into the earth and your soul into hell before long tonight," and he flew into the air among the tribes of hell, never to bother anyone again.
Heaving a great sigh of relief, Anier bade Prince Pichan feed the king a mixture of fresh milk, butter and honey, and Cathal fell into a deep sleep. Musicians and players entertained him from noon until twilight as he slumbered, and great respect and honour had they that night for the scholar.
The King was three days and three nights in that one sleep, and he awoke haggard but whole, and Anier received in full his reward, and the Abbot's little cloak too.
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Chapter 1 - The Storm
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"What are you doing awake?," her mother asked.
"I had a nightmare. It was hard to fall back asleep. Uncle Carl is out of jail, Mommy?," Mila replied.
Her mom hesitated for a second and then said, "yes."
"Daddy just asked you why he was in prison. So why was he?," Mila asked.
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"Are you absolutely positive that it's okay to bring Mila with us? I don't trust your brother for obvious reasons," Mila's father said to her mother.
"Yes! He went through a program in prison and I hear he's a changed man. He's my brother and I want to be able to trust him again. I want Mila to grow up knowing her uncle as a good man. I truly believe he's better now. Besides, he's the only family we have left," he mother replied.
They were ready to take off on their journey as it started to drizzle outside. As they progressed towards Uncle Carl's home, it began to rain harder and harder. Mila started hearing crashes of thunder and saw lightning striking outside and she began to get scared.
"It's okay, Mila, just a little thunderstorm, we'll be fine," her said to comfort her.
The rain storm worsened even more. Mila's dad, who was at the wheel, was now having a hard time seeing anything ahead of him as buckets of water poured across the windshield.
"Oh man. I can't see anything. Shit," her father cursed, "I'm gonna have to figure out how to pull over."
"How are you gonna see well enough to pull over?," her mom asked, sounding a bit panicked.
"I don't know!," her father yelled.
That's when Mila heard a crash louder than any of the thunder. That's the last thing she can remember.
Mila woke up a few days later feeling very sore. She blinked open her eyes and looked around. She was in a hospital room. She looked down at her arm and there was an unknown object stuck to it with a wire coming out that Mila followed with her eyes all the way to this big beeping machine. There were flowers and stuffed animals on the table to her other side. A nurse ran into the room.
"She's awake!," the nurse yelled. More doctors and nurses came into the room. They all looked happy and sad at the same time.
"Where are my parents," Mila said, her voice coming out all scratchy and weak.
The room fell silent until eventually one of them said, "Mila... you've been in a car accident. Your parents didn't make it, I'm very sorry."
About a month had passed, and after attending a couple court dates, it was decided that Mila would now fall into the custody of her uncle Carl, her only living relative.
It was her seventh birthday and the day she was moving into her uncle's house. A woman in a suit walked her up to her uncle's front door. Carl answered the door, looking extremely excited as Mila stepped inside.
"Hi, Mila! I'm so glad to be meeting you. I'm so excited that you're finally here. I have so many fun surprises for you, you'll love it here!," he exclaimed, smiling down at her. He didn't seem sad about losing his sister at all. Mila frowned at him. The social worker looked down at Mila and said, "Alright, my dear. Your uncle will take very good care of you! Have a good first day, you two!"
She turned and left. Mila's uncle closed the door behind them and Mila watched as he turned and latched multiple locks on the front door.
"Alright, let's get started then, there's no time to waste. Come see your new room. You'll be spending quite a bit of time in there," he said, laughing.
He brought her to a doorway with even more locks on it. He opened it up and stepped inside with her. Mila saw a bed in one corner, a toilet in another, and a small desk with a chair in the other. The desk had a stack of printer paper and some crayons on it, along with a little desk lamp. There were no windows and just that one little lamp to light up the room. The light was on, but the room was still pretty dark and dreary. The walls and floors were a boring gray color and there were no decorations at all.
As Mila was looking around unimpressed, Uncle Carl exclaimed, "Let the experiment begin!"
He then slammed the door abruptly and she heard him messing with all the locks on the other side of the door.
"What are you doing!?," she screamed, "Hey, why are you locking me in here?"
She banged at the door, screaming, as tears filled her eyes. He never answered her questions. She sat down on the floor, squeezed the teddy bear she'd kept from the hospital, and cried her eyes out. After she'd cried out all of her tears, Mila got up and walked slowly over to the desk in the corner. On the top of the stack of paper, she saw that he'd left her a note. Good thing Mila was the fastest reader in her class.
She read out loud, sounding out the few words she didn't know, "Welcome to the experiment. You will be in this room for exactly ten years. There are cameras on the ceiling above you. I will slide meals through the drop box in your door twice a day. Slide the trays back through to me when you are done eating. I will give you a gift on each birthday until your seventeenth. That year, I will let you out as your gift. Love, Uncle Carl." Mila stared down at the paper for a while, then eventually led her gaze up above her to the cameras on the high ceiling she'd never be able to reach. How was this happening? Hadn't she already been through enough? It felt as though the storm that killed her parents had followed her here and would never end.
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- Avoid any self-serve food or drink options, such as buffets, salad bars, and condiment or drink stations. Use grab-and-go meal options, if available.
- Use disposable food service items including utensils and dishes, if available.
- Wash your hands with soap and water for at least 20 seconds or use hand sanitizer immediately before eating food or after touching any common surfaces like hand railings, payment kiosks, door handles, and toilets.


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The 'BiP' Women Are Building Each Other Up This Season In A Very Refreshing Twist
This season, Bachelor in Paradise has already brought a lot of drama, and we're only four episodes in. But one thing is very different this year than it has been in summers past, and that's the fact that the women are changing the game on Bachelor in Paradise. Even though everyone wants to score those roses so they can stay on the show week after week, it seems like the ladies who were cast on this season are way less likely to compromise for relationships or dating situations that are less than they deserve to get there — and at the same time, they're being kind to each other. Honestly, this could have a major impact on the show going forward.
There's definitely a general attitude of "over it" among the women on paradise right now, especially when it comes to Tuesday night's episode, but even more so when it comes to potential love triangles. Case in point: the Colton and Tia debacle, which has somehow been at the center of the show every single episode so far. When Jacqueline arrived at the beach, Jenna immediately directed her to Colton, who was single and (supposedly) ready to mingle at the time, but as soon as she found out that there was even a hint of something going on between him and Tia, she was out.
And while it seemed like Jacqueline was actually really turned off by the "love triangle" that could be created by getting involved with Colton, it also seemed like she didn't want to make things any harder for Tia than it needed to be.
Even where Jacqueline wasn't involved, these ladies just aren't into love triangles or being played by the men this summer. When Chris made out with Krystal at the same time he was telling Tia that he was the man she deserved, not Colton, the women joined forces to call him out on it. And although Krystal did end up deciding that she wanted to keep dating Chris, at first, it did seem like the situation was a turn off for her.
Speaking of Tia, she was lucky enough that the other women had her back on the Colton situation, which was actually really sweet to witness, considering how emotional it obviously was for her. Bibiana actually went to go talk to Colton to tell him how lucky he was that someone cared for him that much, which led him to eventually, finally commit to Tia. She didn't have to do that, but she did — and it's awesome that, even while these women are obviously worried about their own romantic futures and their fates on the show, they're still looking out for each other.
Throughout this episode, the women had each others' backs. Caroline told Kenny that she wasn't "into campaigning for roses," and although she did get sent home at the end of the night, at least she was honest about how much she was willing to put into chasing someone. Later, when Jordan had an outburst before the rose ceremony and told Chelsea and Jubliee to "shut the f*ck up," the women (and Eric) called him on it until he apologized. People just aren't here to fight or cause unnecessary hurt in the name of putting on a good show,
If anything this season, the ladies seem to be far more about forging their bonds with each other than with the men, and it's easy to understand why. As Caroline said, the idea of "campaigning for roses" isn't all that attractive, and as we know from seasons past, the real lasting relationships from the Bachelor franchise have always been the friendships. This kind of bonding may not last, but seeing the connections these women are making is worth it for now. Maybe this will cause a shift in the way relationships play out this season? Let's hope so.


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Short Business Description
Serving those in need in the San Lorenzo Valley and Scotts Valley.
Long Business Description
Since the 1982 disaster, Valley Churches United Missions continues its "Missions of Love" in its permanent site in Ben Lomond. The mission has raised and distributed over eleven million dollars in assistance. Valley Churches United Mission's programs reach out to over 400 families each month. The mission provides emergency food, crisis rent, utilities, medical, school supplies and disaster relief. The Mission operates 99% with volunteers.


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If you haven't seen "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel," you've been missing a screwball comedic delight. Season four, set in the tumultuous 1960s, a decade of cultural awakening, once again revolves around the trials and tribulations of a Manhattan-based stand-up comic pioneer, played by Rachel Brosnahan.
Season three concluded with Miriam "Midge" Maisel being abruptly fired by crooner Shy Baldwin (Leroy McClain) from their eagerly-anticipated European-tour, placing her at odds with her cantankerous manager/best-friend, Susie (Alex Borstein), who gambled away Midge's earnings.


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South Korean Crypto Exchange Streami has received direct funding from venture capital firm DCG. The firm behind some of the biggest companies in blockchain technology has become the second-largest shareholder of Streami, the company behind the popular GOPAX exchange.
Streami Accept Direct-Funding from DCG
Barry Silbert, founder, and CEO of Digital Currency Group explained his rationale for backing Streami:
"We expanded our investment in Streami because of their fantastic team and the incredible potential of the digital asset market in South Korea. Streami provides the critical foundation for this market to scale rapidly, and our investment will fuel its position as the most trusted digital asset platform in Korea."
The investment circumscribes a regional partnership between Streami and Digital Currency Group. Streami's GOFi, a crypto-backed savings product, already has over $600 million in user accounts.
However, the terms of the agreement weren't disclosed by the company. Also, it was confirmed that Digital Currency Group has become a major stakeholder. Digital Currency Group is the initial Streami investor.
Front the latest, the Digital Currency Group, has recently announced that.
"It is authorized to purchase up to $750 million worth of shares of Grayscale Bitcoin Trust."
The company had also declared its plans to increase GBTC share purchases last month.
Prominent Cryptocurrency Foundation of South Korea
Established in 2015, Streami is one of the most noteworthy cryptocurrency foundations of South Korea. It operates a local cryptocurrency exchange GOPAX, which is presently at 66th ranking in trade volumes. According to the statistics, GOPAX's 24-hour trading volumes were valued at $146 million as of Wednesday.
Talking about GOPAX, then it was the first cryptocurrency exchange to acquire the ISO/IEC 27001 certification and the K-ISMS certification, both in 2017. The aim to get certified is to become a registered Virtual Asset Service Provider in South Korea.
South Korea holds one of the most active cryptocurrency markets in Asia. having the most inflexible regulations on cryptocurrencies, it is said to be home to a vibrant crypto scene.


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10 Facts you may not know about NADCO®
NADCO® Tapes and Labels Inc. is an acknowledged leader in the pressure sensitive adhesive tape and label industries. They are devoted to the printing and die-cutting of tape and label products for all customers' advertising demands, safety requirements, industrial applications and recreational needs. However, there may be a few things that you don't know about NADCO®:
- NADCO® is an acronym of the owner's initials. NADCO® stands for Neil Allen Doniger Company.
- NADCO® is a family affair. NADCO® is owned and operated by husband and wife team, Neil and Rená Doniger. Rená's mom, Karen Johnson, works as an administrative assistant, and her sister, Shelby Johnson, is the production co-manager, and it doesn't stop there. The other production co-manager, Erika Estrada, is married to press operator Jose Estrada. All NADCO® has accomplished is a result of the successful combination of the professional and personal relationships.
- NADCO® started as a one-man printing press. NADCO's® first company space was in New Hampshire. The 1,500-square-foot space was the home of a small office area and a printing press. It did not take long for the company to grow, and they are now located in Sarasota, FL. in a 32,000 square-foot facility, running nine printing presses.
- NADCO® started in 1988. About four years ago, on September 10th, 2013, NADCO® celebrated their 25th anniversary. NADCO® is now closing in on their 29th year of operation and are still running strong.
- NADCO® is a woman-owned company but is ultimately a joint venture. NADCO® was certified as a Women's Business Enterprise by the Women's Business Enterprise National Council in 2006. This means that Rená owns 51% of the company and Neil owns 49%. However, this is the only separation NADCO® is a complete joint venture, owned and operated as a team.
- NADCO® serves customers in every industry. From aerospace to hospitality, there is not an industry that NADCO® cannot serve.
- NADCO® is an ISO 9001 certified company. NADCO® is an ISO 9001 certified company meaning they are focused on meeting their customers' expectations and delivering customer satisfaction.
- NADCO® helps colleagues in areas which they don't excel. Colleagues within the tape and label industry entrust NADCO® to help them in areas in which they cannot offer.
- NADCO® has customers locally, nationally, and internationally. NADCO® has the capabilities to not only ship across the United States but across international waters as well.
- If you can imagine it, NADCO will make it stick®. NADCO® runs off creativity and innovation, they will take whatever idea the customer imagines and make it into a reality.


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Now, it has been revealed that Joker has gone down in history as the most complained about movie of 2019.
According to the British Board of Film Classification, Joker received the most complaints out of all other films that were released last year.
In its annual report, the BBFC announced they received 149 complaints throughout the year.
20 of these complaints were specifically to do with Joker, objecting to the 15 classification rating.


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Havana, Oct 20 (Prensa Latina) The President of the Councils of State and Ministers, Raul Castro Ruz, has congratulated today Jose Marti Studies Center (CEM), which is celebrating the 40th anniversary of its foundation this year, Granma newspaper reported.
On occasion of the anniversary and "in the context of the Jose Marti Conference and the Cuban Culture, I convey my congratulations to you and all those who have put their efforts from this institution during the last four decades in the study and dissemination of the work of the Cuban National Hero," Raul wrote in the letter read during the activity held in that center.
First Deputy Culture Minister, Maria Elena Salgado, read the letter in which the Cuban president added: "the Jose Marti Studies Center has contributed to extend among us a fuller and deeper understanding of the legacy of Jose Marti".
Granma states that during that meeting, held on the occasion of the Cuban Culture Day, CEM director, Ana Sanchez Collazo, said that receiving this message is a commitment to continue spreading Marti's thoughts from academia and to the population.
The daily also recalls that the historic leader of the Cuban Revolution, Fidel Castro, on occasion of the 25th anniversary of the founding of CEM, sent a congratulatory message to the organization, in which he stressed: '… the Jose Marti Studies Center has a formidable trench of ideas', words that have maintained validity up to today.


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History and Culture
Colonial American
Europeans, mostly from England, and slaves from Africa were the two groups immigrating to the lands near Narragansett Bay in the 1600s. Rhode Island's first permanent settlement was at the head of the Narragansett Bay in 1636 founded by Roger Williams.
During the Colonial times, Narragansett Bay was used as a passage for trade. It was an easier route for ships to navigate the Long Island sound between Rhode Island and NY than to sail around Cape Cod. The Bay was strategically located in relation to the coastal communities to the north and south for coastal trade and was a convenient departure point for overseas commerce.
Maritime trade became the first business of any significance to the colony and shipbuilding was its first manufacturing industry. Newport, Rhode Island became one of Colonial America's best harbors and most prosperous port cities. The Bay also contained half a dozen small harbors in coves and river mouths that were suitable for the building and launching of ships and the docking of merchant vessels.Rhode Island became part of the slave trade and was involved in the triangular trade where molasses was brought from the West Indies to Rhode Island. It was then transformed into rum and bartered along the African coast for slaves. The slaves were then carried back to Rhode Island, the West Indies or Southern colonies.
"Triangular Trade, voyage of the Sanderson from Newport, RI, 1752"
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Indirect contact between the colonies and China was made through Dutch merchants from the time of the first settlements along Narragansett Bay. There are records of direct shipments of Chinese porcelains from the Netherlands to Newport.
Colonists later began trading directly with China and over a period of sixty years, there were more than seventy-five voyages made to China from the Narragansett Bay. Items such as tea, porcelain and silk were all brought to the colonies from China.
Narragansett Bay was also port to over 50 vessels that were used for commercial whaling. The first whaler in Rhode Island was probably the sloop Alicia that was sent out in 1733 by Benjamin Thursten of Newport. The major export item from these whales was spermaceti candles that were made from the head matter of whales.
In the late 18th century, more than half of all Rhode Island vessels were engaged in smuggling tea. An armed British vessel, HMS Gaspee was on patrol in the Narragansett Bay to catch those ships that were smuggling tea, but, due to the many coves and inlets of the Bay, many vessels were able to avoid the HMS Gaspee. However, on June 9, 1772, the Gaspee, followed merchant John Brown's boat into shallow water. Although the Gaspee was the hunter, it soon became the hunted when it was boarded, captured, and burned while crowds gathered on the wharf to cheer.
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Courtesy of the Gaspee Days Committee
Toward the end of 1700s, the British were controlling areas along the Narragansett Bay. Early in the Revolution, a portion of the British fleet used Narragansett Bay as their base of operations in their blockade of the Atlantic coast. During the war, fortifications were built on land around Narragansett Bay in Newport to protect the colonists. In 1778, the French and Americans planned an attack on Newport against the British. The British evacuated Newport voluntarily and the French then occupied the city until 1781.
Narragansett, Rhode Island held the highest slave percentage in all of New England during the Colonial era.
Slaves that were brought over from Africa through the triangular trade were used on the farm plantations of South County. They also worked in domestic services in the mansions of the merchants.
Natural Resources
Narragansett Bay provided the colonists with food. Shellfish and fish were plentiful and became part of the colonists diets. Sturgeon, a large fish caught by the colonists, is no longer a species found in the Bay today.Lobsters and seaweeds were so plentiful they were used as fertilizer for the large South County farms.
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Iranian President Warns of Wider War if Armenia-Azerbaijan Fighting Continues
By VOA News October 07, 2020
Iranian President Hassan Rouhani is warning that current fighting between Armenia and Azerbaijan could spill over its borders and evolve into a regional war.
President Rouhani expressed his concerns about the conflict Wednesday during a meeting with his cabinet ministers.
Hundreds of civilians and soldiers have been killed in fighting now in its 10th day between Armenia and Azerbaijan over the disputed Nagorno-Karabakh territory. Iran shares its northwestern border with both Armenia and Azerbaijan and has good diplomatic relations with both nations.
Iranian news reports have said that stray mortar shells have landed on Iranian border villages and towns, leaving buildings damaged and a six-year-old child wounded.
Rouhani also warned that Tehran will not tolerate any nation sending "terrorists" to Iran's borders under any pretext.
Turkey has been accused of sending Syrian fighters into the region in support of Azerbaijan, its longtime ally — a charge that Ankara denies.
Nagorno-Karabakh, a predominantly ethnic Armenian territory which sits inside Azerbaijan, declared its independence from Baku in 1991 during the collapse of the Soviet Union, sparking a war that claimed the lives of as many as 30,000 people before a cease-fire was declared in 1994, leaving it controlled by ethnic Armenians.
Peace efforts in the Nagorno-Karabakh conflict, mediated by the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe Minsk Group, comprised of the United States, France and Russia, collapsed in 2010.
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The field hockey team beat Huntington Beach High School 2-1 today to continue its undefeated season. The squad is currently 43-0 in the last three seasons.
The last time the two teams faced off was in the LAFHA Championship last November. In the game today, the Oilers scored first, but the Wolverines quickly responded with a goal by midfielder Fiene Oerlemans '22 . By the end of the first half, Oerlemans scored again, putting the Wolverines up 2-1. Despite scoring two additional goals, the points were called back due to dangerous play and obstruction.
First Half
For most of the first half, the Oilers kept the Wolverine offense at bay by dominating the time of possession on offense, but during halftime, the team changed its mentality before the second half, Sara Maniscalco '21 said.
"At half time we talked about how to work on getting the ball around their defense instead of trying to go through them," Maniscalco said.
After winning by only one goal, the game came down to the final seconds, captain Sam Yeh '20 said.
"I'd say the game was pretty nerve wracking because Huntington [Beach] is a really strong team and they clearly wanted to beat us, especially because it was the first time playing them after last championship game," Yeh said. "It was really came down to the last second, and overall was just a pretty stressful game. Moving forward, we're going to work on accurate passing and helping teammates more when they're faced with multiple players on the other team"
Team Goals
Going into their next game, the team's main focus will be starting the first few minutes stronger, Maniscalco said.
"Before league starts, we're going to try and get better at starting our strongest from the beginning instead of later in the game," Maniscalco said. "Due to the start, this game got a little stressful in the beginning but our team is always able to come back and work harder together."
Thousand Oaks High School
The teams' next game will be on Sept. 19 against Thousand Oaks High School. This will be the Wolverines' first league game of the season. Currently, the Lancers are 0-4-1.


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This is a Windows 10 64bit driver for the Optiplex 3030 computer. The Optiplex 3030 came with an Intel 7260 WiFi card much like other systems from Dell. This was the last driver released and was released in Jul 2016. The same hardware can also be found in the Latitude, Precision, OptiPlex and Venue Pro models from Dell and this driver would work on all of them if they have a 64bit Windows 10 operating system.
Optiplex 3030 : Intel 7260 WiFi Driver
Download the Intel 7260 driver below which is in a zip file. Once you open the file you will note that there is another exe file inside. Click on this file and the system will either extract the file into the C:\ drive of your computer or it will simply install the driver for you. This driver is not Dell specific and you can download the driver even if it is not a Dell machine. This is an Intel driver and can be used on any computer with the Intel 7260 WiFi hard ware in it. Should it extract to the Dell directory then you will need to check the directory and click on the install file there which will then install the Intel 7260 WiFi driver for you.
Version : 184.108.40.206, A19
Last Updated : 13 Jul 2016
Supported Operating Systems : Windows 10, 64-bit
The following computers use the same hardware and if you have one of these computers then you can also download and install the driver on these systems if they are using the same hardware and operating system being a Windows 10 64bit operating systems. Note that there is also a Optiplex 3030 audio driver on this website. also note that this is a large file being more than 200MB in size.
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Optiplex 3030 : Intel 7260 WiFi Driver


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This being spring, it is time to grapple with the twin woes of the new season: the gazebo and the Oak Island Water Feature. About the former, there's little to do; the wind and snow ripped the roof beyond repair, and another is on order. Well, I bookmarked the site that sells them. I got out the cushions and the rug, and oh boy did Scout help!
I just need to put the rug . . . here. Can you help, Scout?
Great. Now that I have it unrolled, I'll go get the hose to wash it off. And when I come back:
Meanwhile I was draining the OIWF, which is filled with fetid rotten leaves. Dropped the pump, laid the hose to drain the water down the side hill. (That's why the yard looks so junky in the background; was using a hose reel.) Scout was fascinated by the pump - the noise it made he couldn't place, and he stood on the rim of the tank and started down at it for half an hour, expecting it to do something. When it had drained everything and I considered getting up the leaves, I thought "let them dry out, it'll be warm next week," because I always do that and they never dry out but it means I don't have to bring them up today. Put away the hose, and oh boy did Scout help!
Got out the cushions for the chairs, hosed them down, set them out to dry. And of course:
Even unplugged, he was compelled to let it know he was on duty. When I let him out of the back door he ran to the pump and sniffed it - O what a glorious stench it must have had, with strange notes of oil - and then he laid down and stood guard, lest it trouble us again.
That was Saturday afternoon fun. Took a nap, then took daughter to Eat Street to meet friends; wife called from the mall to say she'd just have dinner there, so I was on my own. I was starving, and churlish. Not enough coffee and not enough food, and everyone, I mean everyone, was doing 5 MPH below the limit, in big cars that blocked my view, and I could see them all jabbering away on the phone. NEED FOOD BUT WHERE BUT WHAT
First, Home Depot, because it's the weekend. Bought some more low-voltage LED lights, because that's the kind of breakneck thrill-a-minute life I lead; also got some stuff that kills clover, but doesn't kill good grass. Somehow it knows. Told myself "Sunday's gonna be a poison-squirtin' kind of day," and then I went to eat at Chick-Fil-A because I am filled with hate, but they were too crowded by other h8ters so I went to Traders Joe to see what they had on the sample counter. That would hold me over. Tide me over, as they say. I don't know why. There was nothing I wanted but I ate it anyway, to use a phrase that sums up life in the West. I ended up eating some fast Mexican because I knew it provided hotness, meatness, crunchness, and oh look I didn't use all my sauce packets well I've touched then, can't put them back.
Thus sated, I went to the grocery store because Daughter had texted me and said friends were coming for a sleepover. Bought breakfast things, so they could have a range of items and think "it's fun to sleep over at Natalie's house, they have individually-sized fresh blueberry muffins." It's odd, but true: even though they're down in the basement and I won't see any of them - heaven forbid I manifest my existence in any way, lest it slip out that she has parents and did not spring from Zeus' brow fully-formed - it's different when she's under this roof. There was a time once when I got texts when she was on a sleepover. A goodnight, a joke, something. Sigh.
Not to say I don't get texts, though; I do, and there are interesting conversations. Of course I've saved them all. That's the gift and curse - you can give your kid transcripts of your conversations, which is quite remarkable when you think about it. Won't mean anything for a while, and perhaps not ever, but there it is, and there are stories she will recall. The other day in the car one of her friends mentioned a Titanic exhibit, and Daughter said OMG Dad do you know what I just thought about?
Sink boy, I said.
SINK BOY! she said. When we were looking at a sink they'd taken from the wreck, a small boy had come up to it, looked solemn, and yelled SINK and then ran away. That must have been five years ago.
I'm starting to think I have so few childhood memories because I just didn't do anything. They start in high school, with speech and debate. Prior to that I don't think anything happened. I mean, the Titanic exhibit didn't come to Fargo.
Nothing came to Fargo.
This week we blow up an old Camel ad, and take a look at the people who are proud to take money for saying they smoke this brand. Our first individual has a job you don't see much anymore:
You're looking at Indiana Jones. This site (which happens to be deoted to Indy) says: "Lawrence Griswold was a Harvard educated American archaeologist in the 1930's & 40's and spent a considerable amount of time in South America & the Far East, from tramping around Mayan ruins to hunting for Komodo dragons."
A quote from one of his books:
When I got clear there wasn't a man in sight. As I stood looking for one of the foremen, another of the mestizos broke out of the forest to my left
about thirty feet away. Dressed only in cotton pants he carried his
machete threateningly and his expression was murderous. He loped toward
me, his body bent slightly forward and the long machete swinging easily
from his right hand.
Everything suddenly seemed perfectly simple.
I stood my ground, raised the revolver and shot him.
When I got clear there wasn't a man in sight. As I stood looking for one of the foremen, another of the mestizos broke out of the forest to my left
about thirty feet away. Dressed only in cotton pants he carried his
machete threateningly and his expression was murderous. He loped toward
me, his body bent slightly forward and the long machete swinging easily
from his right hand.
Everything suddenly seemed perfectly simple.
I stood my ground, raised the revolver and shot him.
Sound familiar?
Another of the early Fairbanks comedies - and nowhere as near as entertaining as the previous installments I've shown here. But it was an earlier film. WW1 is still underway, after all.
No elaborate credits: characters are introduced via title cards, and the actor's name appears below.
The archetype is eternal. Let's introduce another:
Get it? Hansum? Anyway, we go to the artist's garret, where he toils away at his art, and tells Harry what happened:
Here she is.
Here she is in Real Life: The Most Beautiful Girl in the World.
Jewel Carmen was her stage name; almost 40 films, then out of the business by 1926 - after which she lived another six decades, doing something.
Our hero manages to finagle an invitation to her house - like Harry, she's rich, and apparently this is how the rich dressed when swanning around the gardens on an ordinary summer day:
How very Roman. It's her friend who looks
more interesting, I think. That's the one I owuld have chatted up.
Dorothy Haydel, who did three movies then moved to Austria to be the wife of Ferdinand Alois Andreas Josef. (He had four.) (Sequentially.).
Augy doesn't make a move on her. He goes for Gladys, the Most Pulchritudinous Creature in the Solar System, and gets rebuffed.
Why . . . why yes.
Augy decides the solution to his troubles would be suicide. Because it's a comedy. If only he had the courage! Well, at a bar, he sees this fellow, talking tough.
Yes, it's Automatic Joe, cheerful sociopathic assassin.
Augy hires Joe to rub him out, and gets a receipt for the job:
I won't regale you with the rest of the story, except to note that Augy does get the girl after all . . . and remembers who he hired, and for what.
Beranger's just great. As for the inevitable conclusion, summed up in a way no other medium could do:
Everyone knew what meant, and of course the orchestra would oblige.
That'll do! Have some matchbooks, and I'll see you around.


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Abd. Jalil, Juriah and Hassan, Halyani (2018) Protecting trade secret from theft and corporate espionage: business entity v employee & competitors. In: 7th International Conference on Law And Society (ICLAS 7), 11th-13th April 2018, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. (Unpublished)
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Trade secret is a gold nugget that determines the success and survival of a business entity. It provides a business entity with a competitive value over its rival. However protecting a trade secret is not an easy task especially from current and former employee as well as from competitors. The task is made difficult with the availability of technological devises that can be used to steal the information from inside and outside of the business organization. This paper highlights the importance of protecting trade secrets from theft of trade secret and corporate espionage by business entity and to recommend the best practice on how to protect from legal, administrative and technical perspectives. This study is significant to educate business entity especially SME on the importance of protecting trade secrets in this digital age and for the government to strengthen the law on protecting trade secrets. In this regards, protecting trade secrets is equivalent to protecting the economy of the country.
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