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Do you love the vintage-romantic style? Let us bake and decorate this cake just for you. If you enjoy baking experiences, let us teach you how to bake and decorate this cake. We'll even show you how to make edible lace. Contact us for the sweet details.
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In-Your-Home Cake Decorating Party
Host a cake or cupcake decorating party in your own home. We bring everything you need from pre-baked cake layers, fillings, frostings and sugar mediums to make cake toppers. We even match the theme of your party (and your colors) with the cake decorations. Lessons are appropriate for children and beginners. Classes are 2 hours in length and everyone takes a cake home with them. We even leave a cake behind for everyone to enjoy! Please ask us for details.
It Tastes As Good As It Looks
Another Unicorn Is Born!
Made with lots of colorful buttercream (and a touch of magic) this cake brings smiles to all that behold it.
Is that a T-Rex and a shark?
… because sometimes you just want a shark and a T-Rex fighting at your birthday party! These two chocolate sculptures top a birthday cake (below the water).
Have a sweet seat
Let us make your favorite piece of furniture … out of sugar …. then place it on top of a cake!
Take a bite out of The Big Apple … literally!
This particular Big Apple cake measured 18 inches in height. We will make you this cake in a variety of flavors (and sizes) and even make the apple green, if you prefer!
Little Ballerina
Pretty cakes for the ballerina in your life. The tiara is made from sugar, the ballet slippers are chocolate. The cake is as pretty inside as it is on the outside. The light Tahitian Vanilla cake layers are filled with light pink strawberry mouse and covered with a combination of white and pink vanilla cooked Italian meringue buttercream. The large cake, complete with tutu and edible lace, is covered with strawberry flavored white chocolate.
Captain Drake's Pirate Ship Cake
This yummy strawberry cake, that we shaped like a pirate ship, is covered with modeling chocolate (some people prefer the taste of modeling chocolate over fondant).
The sails are edible, as is the water and the sand.
Music-themed cake and sugar sculpture wows crowd.
This cake was created for a very talented person in the music industry. Her amazing story is a very long one and so we decided to communicate all the fine details on edible sheet music that you see falling from a replica of her favorite music stand.
All of the instruments are chocolate replicas of her very own favorites.
As she is a child of the 60s, we chose Gerber daisies to adorn the sculpture. The flowers are sugar. The floating musical notes are also sugar.
Batter Up!
Chocolate moose anyone?
Edible camouflage jacket
Is that a family of otters?
Rustic Wedding Cake
Elegant wedding cake
Art for a dentist … and his best friend
Barn Wedding
Costa Rica meets Tennessee
Tennessee Wedding Cake
Art for a bride from Tennessee and a groom from Costa Rica!
You'll look twice at this cake topper!
Comical edible sugar art eggs top this birthday cake.
Children's Toys Transformed Into Edible Cake Toppers
We use your children's toys as inspiration to create unique birthday cakes. All of the art is edible or you may remove it from the cake and keep it (sugar preserves the art !!)
Custom cake toppers created from your photographs.
Send us your favorite photograph and we will recreate it in cake, sugar and/or chocolate!
Whatever the theme of your party, we can help.
Party like it's 1984
Movie, TV and Wrestling characters come to life in cake and chocolate. (The cake is hiding inside the computer!)
Let us help you with your party theme. All of our cakes, sugar and chocolate art is customized to suite your occasion.
For the computer geek in your life
This chocolate laptop is full size and may either sit on the top of a cake, beside a cake or may serve as a centerpiece for a dessert buffet or sweet table. The images on the screen are sugar and entirely edible. The picture on the screen may be your corporate logo (as shown) or may be a photograph of a person or any image you wish.
All of our art is one-of-a-kind and customized to fit the theme of your event. From two-person dinner parties to weddings let us create something special for you.
French Impressionism Meets Music
We combined alternating layers of French chocolate biscuit (pronounced: bis kwee), with Tahitian vanilla biscuit and layered those with strawberry cream. The cake is finished with Tahitian vanilla cream cheese frosting. The musical notes are chocolate, the lilies and lily pads are gum paste (sugar) and the cake board and cake topper are fondant, in other words: everything is edible! This cake is available in the flavor combination of your choice.
Springtime in Paris .. or close to it
Want to celebrate springtime in Paris but can't quite make the trip at this point? Have a Springtime In Paris party! This edible (sugar) Tour de Eiffel (Eiffel Tower) can either be used as a cake topper (12 inches tall) or may stand in the center of your dessert table (24 – 36 inches tall) surrounded by delicious French treats, such as Macaron. Let us help you with the sweet side of your celebration.
Cake imitating art …
Does life imitate art? Well this sugar art certainly imitates our grad's life! As a graduate of a theater arts program we decided to make him the comedy and tragedy masks so familiar to actors.
And this grad is especially interested in music:
Some of our graduates simply want something pretty:
Let us know how we can make your graduation cake and art special.
A Memorable Memorial Day
This four tier tree stump cake feeds 40 people. We make it in your choice of flavor however, this one has layers of strawberry (red), Tahitian vanilla (white) and blueberry (blue) cake and is filled with strawberry cream cheese. It was wrapped in cooked Italian meringue vanilla buttercream frosting and then decorated with vanilla fondant.
The bald eagle is fondant and the nest is made from coconut.
It is May and they are still playing hockey!
Well, some of them are still playing hockey in the month of May! This particular player has taken to his chocolate boat for a little R & R.
The hockey player is made out of gumpaste and fondant (both are edible) and the boat is made entirely from chocolate (YUM).


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One Night in Buenos Aires
On August 26, after 40 years on the road and more than 30,000 performances around the world, One Night in Buenos Aires will come to Curitiba at the Teatro Positivo.
The show is a collection of the finest examples of Argentina's music and dance. One Night in Buenos Aires is led by Maestro Carlo Buono, who was awarded the Premium SADAIC/ Golden Bandaneon award and is presently the special guest on the André Rieu tour.
The musical portion of the show features Maestro Atilio Stampone, who played the piano for Astor Piazola; singer Alberto Bianco, the best interpreter of Mariano Mores and principal figure in La Ventana; Viejo Alamacén, singer; guitar player Leo Carabajal, who played with Mercedes Sosa; and Monica Sacchi, who is considered the best Tango singer today.
The dance segment of the program will feature the current World Tango champions, Guido Palacios and Florencia Castilla, as well as the Johana Copes Ballet.
One Night in Buenos Aires is under the direction and general production of Manoel Poladian.
Date: August 26, 2014 at 8:30 pm
Tickets available at:
Mueller Mall, Estação Mall, Palladium Mall, or the Teatro Positivo box office.
Purchase online from Disk Ingressos (41) 3315-0808 or at www.diskingressos.com.br.

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My Fangirl Life is a geek lifestyle blog, or that's how we describe ourselves. This means that we love to talk about every aspect of life as a nerd: from cosplay, Cons, & entertainment to cooking, fashion, & DIY. Today's topic, Geek Decorating, falls squarely into the middle of all of that.
Both Kris and KG have given us a tour of their rooms in the past year. You can find those here and here and here. I could do the same, but I admit I have a lot of things that are the same or at least very similar to what you'll find in their rooms. So I'm going to take a different spin with this: Wanderlust at Home.
When looking at my house there are two distinct themes: fandom décor and travel décor. My friends have largely focused on the fandom aspect. Today I'm going to focus on the travel aspect.
For a while now I've been really itching to travel. To just hop on a plane and take-off, escaping to see the world. The wanderlust in me cannot be quenched. It's been months since my last trip and, while I'm actually currently on one as of the date of this post, this I haven't left North America in forever. What I really want is to escape to Europe. Perhaps Finland 2017???
While I'm at home I have a number of things to satisfy my wanderlust. My trip to Europe in 2011 greatly inspired how I decorated my house – let me share!
Pictures – I have a lot of pictures on my walls. Like A LOT. And a large number of them are photos that were actually taken during that trip to Europe. The three cities that are the main focus are London, Paris and Venice. My kitchen is filled with photos of London and my living room has an entire wall devoted to Paris. When I moved last summer I realized I had 9 framed photos of the City of Love…
Picture Frames – I have a couple of smaller travel-themed frames throughout my house. First I have a frame where I've put 3 photos of the Eiffel Tower at different times of the day and another that's covered in the map of the London Underground. The photo that resides in this frame is one of my favourites of Kris and I in Glasgow.
Candles – My favourite candle from Bath & Body Works is London Calling. It smells like tea & lemon, which is just so British. I also have a set of candles I bought from Urban Outfitters in New York City which are themed after some different areas of the city. The Brooklyn one smells deliciously like coffee.
Globe – When my grandparents downsized a few years ago this was one of the things I jumped on. It now sits on the bookshelf in my room. It's pretty old (and not completely accurate any more) but it provides perfect ambiance.
Art – For my last birthday my sister bought me a series of Wanderlust plaques that are beautiful and now hanging on one of my walls. I also have a map of the world in cork board form on display.
Boxes & Tins – I have a set of boxes that sit atop one of my bookshelves that are covered in art of postcards and other items from various European cities. Fittingly, I have some keepsakes from my Europe trip kept in here. On another shelf I have a tin that has a different UK castle on each side. This is something I acquired when my other grandma was downsizing a few years back.
Travel Books – Kris and I blogged our entire Europe trip and when we returned home Kris turned it into a series of books. These include a number of photos and our entire blog. It's the best keepsake I could ask for. All 5 books are on display on one of my shelves.
Starbucks Mugs – The 'You Are Here' collection of Starbucks mugs fills my cupboards. I have multiple on my shelves as well as a couple that have yet to make their way out of their boxes. This has become my go-to souvenir when I visit a new city. They are always so pretty and represent the place perfectly. Plus they're practical. I have coffee and tea in one every day!
Shower Curtain – One of the largest travel themed items is my black & white shower curtain. This has photos from a number of cities on it and I finally think I've been able to identify all the cities represented. It's one of my favourite themed items I have.
Fictional Maps – Not all of my travel items are based off real places. I love maps, especially fictional maps. For Christmas last year Kris & KG made me photos of Westeros, Narnia, Middle Earth and the Marauders Map. They're perfect and on display with the rest of my travel items. You can learn how they made those here.
There you have it. My house has a distinct travel theme. Any ideas of things I should add? What travel themed items do you have? Let me know in the comments!
Till next time,
– Justine Alyssa
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In his words "Color is my window. I look through it to meet others. With it, I weave my pain and hope. Color is my path for love and life, my only answer to the ugliness that surrounds me and the death that kills my mornings ".Each artist has his own style that distinguishes him from the rest. Al Sha'ar belongs to realistic impressionist school and here, he finds himself passionately using the brush to pour his emotions on canvas.
He refuses repetition because he is so passionate about his work. One can see perpetual movement in all his work. He works day and night while remaining in his studio and leaving behind his social life.
What is an artist, but a witness to the suffering of his generation, swinging between documenting everyday pains and perpetual beauty, pulled by colors and shapes that capture the essence of the creative work in surrealism . He/she attempts to portray the visual and spiritual on the surface of the painting. So seeing becomes visionary and a way to unlock secrets of the surrealist language.


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Do I really leave people free to make their own decisions or do I manoeuvre them into a corner so that the only thing they can do is provide the response that they know will please me.
Let's try another one. "Is it all right if I keep your hammer for another week?" Is that ok or would it be better to say "I have brought your hammer back, would it be all right to borrow it for another week?" In the first I have built in the presumption that you will say "yes", with the second I have given you a genuine free choice.
But this is not a lesson in English manners, I have Paul and Philemon in mind. The runaway slave Onesimus had been of great service to Paul and Paul no doubt would have continued to benefit from this service but Paul will not presume...
12 I am sending him back. You therefore receive him, that is, my own heart, 13 whom I wished to keep with me, that on your behalf he might minister to me in my chains for the gospel. 14 But without your consent I wanted to do nothing, that your good deed might not be by compulsion, as it were, but voluntary. Philemon
It is really remarkable how Paul refuses to put Philemon, Onesimus' true owner, under any pressure. He will not presume, he will not take Philemon's answer for granted. I wonder where he got his 'manners'.
God is almighty. He is the possessor of heaven and earth. He has every right to demand that we bow the knee to him and commit to serve him forever, but he will not presume and will not take our answer for granted. He gives us genuine choices. As with the father and the prodigal son he 'empowers' us to make the 'wrong' decisions. We are genuinely 'free to say "no"'. Or like the old story of Abraham's servant who went seeking a bride for Abraham's son. He lavishes gifts on the would-be bride and tells her of the wealth of her prospective bridegroom, but in the end it comes down to a genuine free choice; will you go with this man? Gen 24:58
In creating man God has given him the most amazing power; he is free to say 'no' to God. And because this is a genuine free choice he also has the power to say 'yes'.


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Course information provided by the Courses of Study 2017-2018.
This course focuses primarily on China's evolving role in both Asia and world politics. It does so based on the premise that what China does in Asia may not necessarily be the sole determinant of the type of security order that will prevail there, but, that it does have a profound influence on the region (and, potentially, on the global order as well). In other words, in order to gain an understanding of the state of security issues in Asia today the seminar attempts to come to terms with the evolving nature of China's foreign policy and national security strategies. The course then concentrates on the most influential academic work on China's foreign relations and national security policies that has been published since the end of the Cold War.
When Offered Fall.
Regular Academic Session. Combined with: ASIAN 4475, CAPS 4870, GOVT 4877
Credits and Grading Basis
4 Credits Graded(Letter grades only)
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Doclisboa brings Docs4Kids to Cinemateca Júnior on the 26th of November
This Lab is a result of the partnership with the festival during Doclisboa'16 and will take place at Palácio Foz, at 11 am.
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From the film Por primera vez by Octávio Cortázar (1967 / CUBA), we propose to explore the relationship between film and the spectacular.
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Renter's guide
Preparations for renting a home in New York
Your preferences
Take your time to find out your preferences. Important things to think about: Locations that you like. What are your spare time interests? What school do your children need to go to? If you aim for public schools, be aware of the zones. Communications -how will you get to work?
Building standard and amenities. American construction standard is very different from for instance Nordic standard. Which level of standard is important to you? What kind of amenities do you prefer? Is doorman important? Gym? Pool? Decide this beforehand. The supply is ample in any case. If you choose a doorman building, remember that the building staff will expect a holiday bonus or an ongoing tip from you.
Budget. How much are you willing to spend on your home? Know this before you start looking. Landlords usually ask for a gross annual income of 40 times the monthly rent. Ask us for the latest price statistics.
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- Co-op. The second most common housing form in the city. It consists of a corporation that owns a building. The residents own shares and the right to live in their respective apartments. You can buy a unit (shares) or you can sublet from the owner. In either case, you need approval from the managing agent and the co-op board, which is a process that usually takes between one and three months, plus around a month for preparation of the board application. Board rejections are very common why this sort of housing is not necessarily recommended for someone in a job transfer.
- Condo. This is a privately owned unit within a larger building or complex. It can be bought or sublet from its owner. In both cases, you need approval from the managing agent and the board of managers. The process usually takes about a month all in all, but rejections are rare. In case of a rejection, the condominium only has a right of first refusal.
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- Current bank statements. Print them out from your internet bank right before you arrive so that they are as current as possible. If you have American accounts it is a plus.
- American credit report, if possible. This is a big plus.
- Copy of Passport- Copy of VISA
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A blog devoted to my collection of baseball cards (which is mostly Allen & Ginter). May also occasionally be host to random thoughts on a variety of material.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
2015 Topps Chrome Jumbo
I feel like I haven't touched this blog in forever. Ginter aftermath has hit me hard. I've been trading like crazy through a variety of methods and have started inching closer to completing the set. Anywho... I picked up some* Topps Chrome today, so I thought I'd share. I felt like recording a video to boot.
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Thursday of the Third Week in Ordinary Time Year 2Night Office Readings,
First Reading Genesis 24:1-27.
Second Reading
The Wedding of Rebecca prefigures
the spiritual wedding of the Church.
There are symbols hidden in the Scriptures for those who know how to interpret them, and great wealth to be found by those who immerse themselves in these texts. The inspired Prophets were artists who drew portraits of the Son of God, and they used symbolism to veil his beauty in their writings. Let those who would see the Son spiritually open the Bible: there, in his splendour, they will find him.
Thus the fiancée, whom the old servant Eliezer presented to Isaac as his bride, represents the church of the nations. Isaac himself is a symbol of the Son of God, our Lord, the incorruptible Victim. For anyone who seeks to understand, Eliezer symbolises John the Baptist, who also brought about the wedding of his Master through water. Rebecca's wells represent and foretell the baptism that prepares the bride for her marriage with the Son of God. Abraham is the symbol of the true Father who gave his Son a mysterious bride, chosen from far off among the nations, to make her heir of his wealth.
You who have understanding, take the book, study it, and recognise the image of the Son hidden in these texts. When one goes over the broad outlines of this history, it is the path of our Lord that stands out. When you listen to the Bible being read, open your ears to the two ways of understanding it; develop the art of distinguishing the two levels of meaning. When the history of Isaac is related literally, learn how to see in it another figurative meaning.
Thus the Son of God used water to celebrate his marriage. By water he wedded the Church and made her his own. By baptism the Bridegroom and the bride were united; they were two and they became only one in the one Spirit, as it is written. It is toward these symbols that Eliezer speeds when he unites the daughter of pagans to the son of promise. The way he travels is a foreshadowing of the true and definitive way opened by John the Baptist. The wedding of Rebecca, a virgin of dazzling beauty, prefigures the spiritual wedding of the Church.
Bishop Jacob of Sarugh, Hom. sur les fiancailles de Rebecca (L'Orient Syrien 3.324-326); Word in Season VII)
From the various extant accounts of Jacob's life and from the number of his known works, we gather that his literary activity was unceasing. According to Barhebraeus (Chron. Eccles. i. 191) he employed 70 amanuenses and wrote in all 760 metrical homilies, besides expositions, letters and hymns of different sorts. Of his merits as a writer and poet we are now well able to judge from P. Bedjan's edition of selected metrical homilies (Paris 1905-1908), containing 146 pieces. They are written throughout in dodecasyllabic metre, and those published deal mainly with biblical themes, though there are also poems on such subjects as the deaths of Christian martyrs, the fall of the idols and the First Council of Nicaea.
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Old Dominion Added to 2015 Stadium Shows
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Kenny Chesney has added another act to his stadium shows in 2015: Old Dominion.
Old Dominion say that when they began opening for Chase Rice this fall, they had to quickly eliminate any valleys from their up-and down set. Next summer, when they play stadiums as a featured act on Kenny Chesney's the Big Revival Tour, the five-piece independent band will need to raise the peaks even higher.
They're ready for it. The 'Shut Me Up' singers have long been simmering as country up-and-comers. 2014 brought some success with airplay on SiriusXM and Spotify. All five men are also accomplished songwriters, so they straddle both sides of the streaming debate.
"Yeah, there's a lot of people out there, like a lot of people out there that wouldn't know our music if it wasn't for Spotify," singer Matthew Ramsey tells Taste of Country as his bandmates nod in agreement.
"If you listen to these interviews with a lot of big artists, they kind of give in to the fact that yeah, if you need to be discovered it's a huge tool," bassist Geoff Sprung adds.
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Zed won a gold medal in the first home roasting category of the Golden Bean competition in 2012, he followed it up with 2 silver medals and then in 2015 he won gold again for best home roasted espresso.
He won with a beautiful single origin bean from PNG. He roasted it in two separate batches in the Behmor home roaster and it obviously impressed the judges.
So we now offer it here, same bean but not roasted by Zed and not roasted in the Behmor, I'll replicate his style in the Snobbery roaster best I can. Lovely espresso shots and it works great as a filter coffee too.
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Back to Father's Day. My Dad is partial to a bit of honeycomb so this year I decided to make him some from scratch. I'd heard that it is a devil to make and that the mixture can ruin in seconds. There aren't many ingredients, It just takes patience. Mix when you're told to. Stop mixing when it says to. How hard could it be? I don't think I did too badly...
Seeing your creation turn a lovely golden colour is very satisfying. The kitchen was filled with a lovely aroma not too dissimilar from honey. Reacting with the bicarbonate of soda, the mixture bubbled and expanded. Immediately you pour into a tray lined with greaseproof paper and leave to set overnight. Once set, cut into pieces. I wrapped mine individually as they were quite sticky.
Honeycomb done, I grabbed the mug I'd bought for Dad earlier in the week. He's a huge Dad's Army fan so whenever I see any Dad's Army merchandise I have to get it for him. I decided to present the honeycomb inside the mug. Job done.
The mug cost under a fiver and the ingredients for the honeycomb, barely anything at all. Plus I have lots of syrup and caster sugar left over which I can use for other baking projects. So there you have it. A DIY Father's Day gift idea that doesn't cost the earth. Obviously you can adjust to your dads' tastes with regards to the vessel and what it contains. And if you're not big on baking, you can usually find bags of those old school pick 'n' mix sweets in most shops now.
What have you got planned for Father's Day?


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Trying to get a custom Authentication valve working in EAP6/AS7Ian Hands Jun 13, 2012 4:12 PM
I have the following class in a jar (for simplicity), and the jar is in my web archives WEB-INF/lib directory:
package com.foo.catalina; import java.io.IOException; import org.apache.catalina.authenticator.FormAuthenticator; import org.apache.catalina.connector.Request; import org.apache.catalina.connector.Response; import org.apache.catalina.deploy.LoginConfig; public class TestAuthenticator extends FormAuthenticator { @Override public boolean authenticate(final Request arg0, final Response arg1, final LoginConfig arg2) throws IOException { return true; } }
In my web archive's jboss-web.xml file I have:
<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <jboss-web> <security-domain>form-auth</security-domain> <valve> <class-name>com.foo.TestAuthenticator</class-name> </valve> </jboss-web>
It seems that my TestAuthenticator is not being called, when a security constraint is hit. Here are the releavent logs:
15:53:07,470 INFO [org.apache.tomcat.util.http.Cookies] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Cookies: Invalid cookie. Value not a token or quoted value 15:53:07,492 DEBUG [org.apache.catalina.authenticator.AuthenticatorBase] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Security checking request GET /restrict 15:53:07,493 DEBUG [org.apache.catalina.authenticator.AuthenticatorBase] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Calling hasUserDataPermission() 15:53:07,493 DEBUG [org.apache.catalina.authenticator.AuthenticatorBase] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Calling authenticate() 15:53:07,499 DEBUG [org.apache.catalina.authenticator.FormAuthenticator] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Save request in session 'm8hJWMy2KsQSpNQiebFFoLyh' 15:53:11,146 DEBUG [org.apache.catalina.authenticator.AuthenticatorBase] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Failed authenticate() test 15:53:11,149 TRACE [org.jboss.security.SecurityRolesAssociation] (http-localhost/127.0.0.1:8180-1) Setting threadlocal:null
Notice the authenticate() test apparently fails, and the org.apache.catalina.authenticator.FormAuthenticator logs a message... but my authenticate() method always returns true, and does not call the super (thus org.apache.catalina.authenticator.FormAuthenticator should not be running, right?).
What I find interesting though is my valve is recognized by the server though. If purposfully remove the jar that contains com.foo.TestAuthenticator, then the server fails to deploy the web app (stating that it could not find the valve class).
Also, I noticed that regardless of the login-config's auth-method configuration the auth-method seems to be dictated by the base class of TestAuthenticator.
For example:
If I have "<auth-method>FORM</auth-method>", and "TestAuthenticator extends FormAuthenticator" then my app does not prompt for a password via the browsers basic auth pop up (expected).
However, if I have "<auth-method>FORM</auth-method>", and "TestAuthenticator extends BasicAuthenticator" then my app does prompt for a password via the browsers basic auth pop up (unexpected).
Am I doing something silly here?
FWIW, in the end I am trying to use port over an EAP4.3 impl. The 4.3 valve pulls a cookie from the request, and uses the value to auth a user. TestAuthenticator is just me trying to keep things simple (the real impl had the same issue).


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by Kelvin Belfon
Thank you for your interest… After reviewing your application, we regret to inform you…
Have you ever received a letter containing those dreadful words?
Well, I have, multiple times. They don't ever seem to go away and last week after I retrieved my mail, I was reminded of the empty feeling those words leave. It cuts like a dagger to know that something you so anticipated would be a reality, something you had already began to mentally arrange life to accommodate, would not be after all.
There's a certain natural progression that takes place within the first paragraph of these kinds of letters. First, emotionlessness, then disappointment, then discouragement, and sometimes even depression. Somehow, I'm even programmed to stop reading once my eyes glances those awful trigger words.
Do you know what I mean?
We regret to inform you….
Over the years I've discovered that my response to these letters and rejection in general has changed. I no longer feel inferior or emotional after reading those words.
You see, we all desire acceptance. It's a basic human need. So rejection is never easy to concede no matter how many times we've been declined. Some gut reaction to rejection is to be expected. The secret lies in controlling that response. It's the only way to help make swallowing the pill much more bearable.
How to Respond to Rejection
The first rejection isn't the final answer. A denial doesn't mean a closed door. Try again. Write another letter. Make an appeal. Make a phone call. Try somewhere else. Speak with another person, if necessary to a manager. Be persistent, creative, and tenacious. Ask questions and find another way to make things happen. Elbert Hubbard said, "A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success."
Use the rejection as an opportunity to improve. When someone says no, if possible, find out the specifics of why. Then use the feedback to learn, grow and become better. When I was 21, an online professor said he couldn't read my handwriting for an assignment. The note was a blow to my ego. But after my pity-party, I did something about it. You see, as I went through school in my country, typing classes weren't offered. So, I bought a "Learn to Type" program at the local office supply store and got to work on it. I learned and the rest is history.
Don't take the rejection personal. There are multiple reasons why a position is not offered to you. Some companies have their "man" already lined up before the job posting. There could be too many qualified applicants in the pool for the same position. Whatever the reason, the decision may have nothing to do with your personality, intellect or skills. Everyone is not out to sabotage you. Be kind to yourself and avoid an unhealthy self-judgment or criticism. Clear your mind from feelings of unworthiness and move on.
The rejection is their loss, not yours. Resumes, applications and even interviews don't always capture a person's true potentials. Even more, committees sometimes have so many applications to comb through that they end up streamlining their review to a few keywords that they've decided tells them whether the candidate they are looking for is you or not. This process is loaded with all kinds of opportunities for error because great applicants are sometimes ruled out without their awareness of it. You live with yourself and know the benefits you can bring an organization or relationship. If you are qualified but have recently received the "we regret to inform you" letter…it's ok. It's their loss, not yours.
Use the rejection as motivation to start your own. A "no" might be the exact word you need to hear. If you are passionate about your idea, maybe it's time to launch your own business. You may need to have a few conversations with key people who know of important connections you need to make or critical facts you need in order to get going. Many people have used "rejection" as an opportunity to build their dreams. Why not you? Why not now?
Rejection could mean not now but later. There were times when I thought, " Kelvin, you're ready." But I was young and naïve. In hindsight the rejection letters only protected me. The right timing is everything. In my last semester of college, I applied to continue my education in Israel. The request wasn't approved and I concluded that the door to Israel was forever closed. It's been a 13-year wait till now. In just a few days, a work colleague and I will be leading a group close to 100 people on a Holy Land Tour. As I ponder what has transpired over the years since that first rejection, going to Israel is so much more meaningful now.
Be grateful for the rejection. Yes, I know it sounds crazy but a rejection might be a blessing in disguise. Some relationships, work environments or ventures are toxic and hold the potential of sucking you dry. A month ago, I was coaching a young man who was miserable in his job. The turn over in his department was outrageous. When I got off the phone, I remembered how the same position was offered to me 3 years ago. All I could think to myself was, "Yes, I've dodged another bullet." Oh, if we all had a crystal ball we would be writing more thank you notes to those people or committees that reject us instead of questioning our self-worth!
It would be great to hear similar stories from you. Have you experienced rejection that ended up being a blessing in disguise?
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Discovery Xenon
High-powered Xenon lights illuminate space shuttle Discovery on the launch pad at LC-39A after rollback of the Rotating Service Structure, for STS-133′s first launch attempt in November of 2010.
The International Space Station, with a full complement of visiting vehicles from all participating nations including space shuttle Discovery, soars in orbit over Toronto at 7:02 P.M. This is a stacked set of eight images, the gaps in the trail are caused by the ~1 second delay between shutter actuations.
Space shuttle Discovery, STS-133, aims purposefully skyward on the launch pad immediately after rollback of the Rotating Service Structure.
Pillars of Fire
Riding twin pillars of fire, veteran space shuttle Discovery embarks on her final voyage to orbit from LC-39A. After this final mission, she'll be processed and turned over to the Smithsonian for permanent display.
SSME Stabilization
Space shuttle Discovery's SSMEs (Space Shuttle Main Engines) stabilize after ignition in this sequence. From left to right, the rough orange flame stabilizes to form a smooth blue flow, displaying the characteristic "Mach diamonds", formed by the supersonic flow of the engine's exhaust.
One More Time
Space shuttle Discovery, STS-133 lifts off from the launch pad for the final time. Within twenty seconds of missing her launch window and being forced to abort, she had a flawless ascent to orbit.
Staging Progression
Two minutes after launch, space shuttle Discovery's twin Solid Rocket Boosters burn out and separate from the orbiter, to fall back to the Atlantic ocean for retrieval.
Roll Program
Space shuttle Discovery, STS-133, performs her roll program after clearing the tower at Launch Complex 39A.
Consuming 20,000 pounds of propellants every second, space shuttle Discovery lights up the lagoons of the Kennedy Space Centre on the final flight of her career.
Space shuttle Discovery, STS-133, launches on the final flight of her career from LC-39A.
STS-132 Overload (audio)
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] The thundering power of space shuttle Atlantis' twin Solid Rocket Boosters overwhelms the microphone, as recorded from the top of NASA's Vehicle Assembly Building.
STS-132 RSS Rollback (timelapse)
The Rotating Service Structure rolls back from the launch pad, revealing space shuttle Atlantis over the course of 45 minutes on the eve of her 'first final flight' as STS-132.
STS-132 Launch Panorama
Space shuttle Atlantis, STS-132, blasts off from LC-39A on her 'first final flight'. This is an extremely wide panorama, encompassing an expansive view of the Florida coastline as seen from the top of NASA's Vehicle Assembly Building. Click image to view larger.
STS-132 Rollback
Space shuttle Atlantis, STS-132, stands revealed on the launch pad after rollback of the Rotating Service Structure, the day before her 'first final flight'. This is a small detail from a several hundred megapixel final composition.
Ascent Trail
Trailing a long plume of exhaust gases, space shuttle Atlantis (STS-132) heads for orbit from the Kennedy Space Centre.
Remote 1 Liftoff II
Space shuttle Atlantis, STS-132, soars into the clear Florida skies on her 'first final flight'.
Level Roll
Pulling level with the roof of the Vehicle Assembly Building, space shuttle Atlantis (STS-132) has completed enough of her roll manouever to see directly between the External Tank and the orbiter itself.
VAB Liftoff
Space shuttle Atlantis, STS-132, clears the tower as seen from the roof of the Vehicle Assembly Building.
Remote 1 Liftoff
Space shuttle Atlantis, STS-132, soars into the clear Florida skies on her 'first final flight'.


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A Fork in the road. Seems like an apt place to start as this is what defines this trip. We were returning from a failed weekend foray up a new valley. Well the term "failed" may've been a bit harsh. Mate, Ollie, had done okay with a nice 6.5lber, and we'd drunk ample beer—even some whiskey—caught up with a few old mates and had a quality time. But my "skunking" gouged a matte finish into what should've been a glossy trip, as I'd had high hopes of racking up untold numbers of easy 'Bows. Anyway, decision time was fast approaching, and I mulled over whether to commit to another roll of the die or just end the bad run already. Left—home, and this trip would never have happened. Right—a more uncertain path. One which held more allure and potential for glory, more pain and gain in abundance. Or maybe just the former. Pain was okay, as long as it came with a few trout conquests— the fisherman's anaesthetic.
To put the decision into context, two days before the start of the season my car decided to top itself. It was a despicable blow, about as classy as punching a heavily pregnant woman in the gut. And the consequence was the same, as the sucker punch threatened to see angling plans miscarry only days before their due date. Then as if by miracle, my angling wingman, Ollie, lessened the devastation somewhat by inviting me on a three day trip away to new waters up north. Inevitably, later on that day in the quiet of the night, it reared it's head—the inner angling magpie. Calculating distances, dollars available, calories needed, room to pack them. In a bid to extract maximum potential from the opportunity, inner magpie reasoned that if I jumped out of the car at a certain point on the way back I could then spend a few days at another river on my early-season to-do list, before hitchhiking back. It was an ambitious plan, and inner magpie was always delusionally optimistic, but given the circumstances I prepared and packed for it as best I could, in hopes I'd still be feeling up for it when the time came.
As we headed for home, coursing the highway which snaked through rolling cow-country, a trademark Coast downpour abruptly accosted the car. It's viciousness left my convictions a little shaken. Johnny fed the flames, as he quipped "Could just go home bro, and be warm and comfortable", to which I curtly replied "Nah, I'm going!" The response was intended as much for me as it was for him, with the aim of dispelling any seeds of doubt from my mind before they could germinate and down roots. We stopped for a quick fish just a few kilometres away from my proposed bail out point, only to experience another attempted-mugging at the hands of the felonious Coast weather—same target again, my angling resolve. This time the assailant was a biting southerly, it's teeth penetrated deep into warm flesh tenderised by hours spent inside a toasty-warm vehicle, further stress-testing the steeliness of my angling faith's foundation. Home was looking good at this point but I knew I'd regret it as I sat hunched at the laptop, beer in hand, and let's be honest—probably still forlornly monitoring river flows like a mug! The arrival of dusk drew a cessation to an uneventful fishing session and as we navigated a Matagouri maze, carward bound, the one-liner on the back of Johnnie's shirt caught my eye—"Feed Your Soul". That was it, sign enough. I was going.
It was probably just as well, as the sole moment of action for me up until this point was a mad rush through a swampy maze of giant tussocks, frantically seeking out a more environmentally-responsible site to take an urgent dump. It would've made for a rather gritty confession to be sure, but it's not the sort of niche I am looking to delve deep into with this blog: angler scat and related content! I guess it'd been my penance for scoffing an entire $4 "specialty" bread while we waited to be picked up from the jetty. Knowing now what it's specialty was, safe to say I will be consuming it a bit more responsibly from now!
I sat down on the dirt, cracked open one of the provisions Mikey had kindly donated me, and watched the red tail lights disappear around the bend in the gravel road. Panic gripped me momentarily—had I got everything from the car?—but then the mind-mellowing effects of the beer freed me. Being a booze lightweight these days, the alcohol raised morale significantly, to the point where I considered making my way up the track in the dark. Coinciding with this boost in morale, the skies cleared and the resident frogs had just begun to break into song, no doubt with the intent of egging me on—"Go on young Troutophile, take heed your quest"—pretty sure that was the gist of their chorus. But I knew that beer and frog anthems alone wouldn't be enough to sustain me long enough to carry me where I needed to go, so instead the tent was pitched on tough ground and I got some much-needed shuteye. The frogs gave up soon after, surrendering the airwaves to the quiet of the night.
I woke to find the early-season prankster, Jack Frost, had been busy in the night—stiffening my boots, but not before contorting their tops into an awkward shape that wouldn't accommodate my feet. Tent fly, too, fell victim to Mr Frost's fiddlings, and sported a substantial veneer of ice. A place renowned for wind had instead been still, and Frost had taken full advantage.
There was no denying it; the hike in was brutal. It's a worrying sign when, just a solitary kilometre into it, the pack was already feeling heavy! It helped a little once I reached the shade of the forest but even then I continued to rest every five or ten minutes, especially on the rolling sections. It was reminiscent of that famous Churchill speech—We shall rest in the sun, we shall rest in the shade, we shall rest on the rock, we shall rest on the log. We shall always surrender, but only the battle, and never the war! As the hike went on the tide turned more in my favour against the dogged foe, Fatigue. It's a curious thing, how the body gets accustomed to a beasting and finds a way to overcome it.
Eyeing the devil(s) on my back
Serial-rester looking exhausted and concerned—what the #@^& have I gotten myself into!
Roughly halfway to my base for the coming days, I paused for yet more rest on a grassy flat overlooking the river. It was here that I met Atsushi, a keen young man from Japan. A pair of dazzling red shorts betrayed his stealth as he made his way down the riverbed. We chatted a while as he cooked a feed of pasta and downed a Speight's he'd foraged from a hut, discussing fly rigs and terminal tackle. He showed me an au naturale indicator he fashioned from wood; you'd struggle to find anything more innocuous in appearance! A commotion coming from the river below commandeered our attention and drew us down to investigate. It was Ben, a fellow I'd met at the start of the day, being towed about the river by one of it's hungrier residents. After watching a while I scurried down the bank to provide the same net-and-photo assistance I did the last time I came into close contact with a trout. It's a bit of a blow to the ego to have the last two fish on my camera's memory card both have been caught by someone else! As Ben released the well-conditioned brown, it plotted an exit course straight through the legs of a kneeling Atsushi as he documented the release via a bit of underwater filming. "Nutmegged" by a large New Zealand brown, not a bad story to take home.
Atsushi's industrious wooden indicator rig
Recharged by the rest, I pressed on for the hut. As afternoon wore on to late afternoon thoughts of a quick fish crept in, only to be banished by the sound of a chopper flaring up further up the valley, and I drew the assumption that this stretch, too, had been had for the day. I consoled myself with thoughts that it was probably for the best as I'd get to the hut plenty before dark now, and to be honest I wasn't even sure I was physically up to tearing off after a big brown anyway! The chopper incident did eat away at me a little though, as I wondered if I'd manage to get a day to myself or not.
The forecast for the coming week was grim: norwesters and rain with a chance of snow. Initially daunting, but I'd begun to warm to it though as I reminisced about the trip I'd had here a couple of seasons ago where it'd snowed and rained for days, ensuring I had the top of the valley to myself. That was the obvious plus side to stormy weather, and for me it outweighed the downside. I didn't mind enduring rain, wind, and tough spotting conditions if it meant I'd have a little more solitude. It also meant I could stay longer without the likelihood of offending anyone, and fish more leisurely. It's definitely a preference of mine to fish shorter, more intense sessions, rather than slug out a twelve hour day and frantically try to cover as much water as possible before the choppers descend and someone else nabs it. So the plan was to make the most of any weather breaks, and target different 2-3km sections of the river over the next four to five days.
Obligatory selfie—I'm trying to cut down
Finally earned my backcountry epaulettes. No ceremony and pomp, just took my pack off and there they were!
Surprisingly the hut already had a couple of occupants. Good blokes, both of them. And with us all being there for different reasons—hiking, hunting, fishing—neither posed a threat to the other's most coveted resource. Come morning, the hiker was off early, which proved handy to rouse me from my slumbers. The hunter was due to fly out so we said our goodbyes as I set off out the door to finally get some flies wet!
The sun was obliging but the wind, famed for it's petulance in these parts, was already beginning to act up. Surprisingly, the first hook up promptly arrived. It was sort of like that 6am knock on the door from an over-eager courier, catching me still a little half asleep. An unweighted pheasant tail nymph elicited a subtle take from a decent-looking brown just under the surface and the battle was on. He fought well, considering…. Considering what? Well check out his underside in the pic and you'll see. I didn't even notice it was a wound until after the pic was taken and I was in the process of removing the hook. Initially I'd mistaken it for a mouse half out it's backside—yes I kind of take pride in not knowing the exact location of a trout's anus! Regardless, it was a testament to the hardiness of these fish that this guy was still swimming around with such a substantial gash.
Not long after that, I decided it was time to cash in all my accumulated backcountry miles for a prize. None of those trivial trinkets that other programmes push thanks, I will have that several-pound chunk of fleshy magnificence over there! Same fly as before claimed my prize, which had swung near a metre to take it. He then steamed off on a solid run, causing my malfunctioning reel to overspin and line to birdsnest, which then locked up the reel. Bugger! A desperate yank on the culprit—a stray loop of line on the wrong side of the spool—freed up the spool again just in time. Minutes later I had him in the net, but as I lifted the handle to weigh him frame parted from handle and splashed into the water. Frantic hands saved the day, and I still managed to get my grip 'n' grin. Bloody glad I wasn't deprived of that as he was a beauty, definitely my favourite fish of the trip. The handle's catastrophic failure was my fault to be fair, the legacy of me getting a bit Dr Frankenstein and combining sections of two different nets.
Top-shelf prize, courtesy of the backcountry rewards system
By midafternoon the norwester was in full force. Gusts bellowed down the valley, turning the whitecaps of distant riffles into a blurry haze as it robbed them of their surface. More than content with a couple of victories, I headed back to the hut for a celebratory brew and to carry out repairs on the net. It was oddly satisfying to discover the venetian cord—my half-arse substitute for paracord—I'd brought along contained a core of minicord inside which slid out, and was the perfect diameter for repairing the significant tear in the net. Deep down I always knew all those years of watching Man Vs Wild would one day pay off! A few wraps of tape around the handle and it was good to go another round.
Getting a little OCD with the repairs
Wednesday, I awoke to rain rattling against the hut's corrugated iron roof. If I'm honest it was a welcomed sound, as I needed the rest. It may sound odd but I felt a sense of relief that I didn't need to spring out of bed and stake my claim on the river before the drone of the dreaded Hamner Harpie re-entered the valley. And they say fly fishing is a relaxing pastime! Once up, I pottered about the hut a fair bit that day waiting for a weather window. Eating porridge and sipping on brews, feeling appreciative of the hunter's left-behinds: a brand spanking new candle and a quarter canister of stove gas. They may've been small items but this far from civilisation their worth increased ten-fold. The candle would prove especially handy as I had little faith in my budget comes-free-with-licence head lamp.
Seeking a bit of inspiration from the desolation outside
When I did eventually go out—so much for the weather window, it was still pissing down—I looked up to see clouds coming from southeast cross paths with others coming from southwest. Not sure I've ever seen that before, but it looked unsettling. Changeable was an understatement and the day had everything. Cloud, rain, sun, with wind being the only constant. A little side braid near where I collected drinking water from, dry the day before, now supported a 20cm deep flow. It served me well as a quick and convenient gauge to the ever-fluctuating flows of the river.
My fishing session of the day was a brief one as I had a couple of intense duels that utterly drained me, and also rattled me a bit to be honest, both literally and metaphorically. The first saw my degenerate reel get birdsnested again, plus I took a solid fall on the rocks while somehow avoiding breaking my rod or losing the fish. When I caught up to him he was in the midst of a make-or-break investment, throwing all his remaining energy in one final boost to reach the other braid on the far side, in a bid to exit the aquatic highway via a shallow off-ramp. This bit of river, crossable before the rain, had now transformed into an intimidating thigh-deep torrent, prohibiting any sane thoughts of crossing it. But when he taunted me from the safety of the far braid, exposing his hefty flank as he drifted over the shallow inner bend of the off-ramp braid, all sanity was lost.
It was obvious he was spent and right there for the taking. The sight was the angler's equivalent of a siren's song, irresistible and willing me into peril. I paused for a final nauseating glance downriver, hoping to spot some reassurance should the worst-case scenario play out—"current's not that bad, water's not that cold, should get washed to the bank at the tailout"—only to find none of those reassurances applicable to this scene! In this brutally cold water, the sort of cold that causes muscles to mutiny as it robs them of their strength and sense, I knew my estimations of my swimming abilities were grossly optimistic and had never before been put to the test in such conditions. With the growing urgency of the situation displacing reason I went for him, pursuing him with the same devotion a mother would if it were her baby being swept away. The rocks, grippy and accommodating, were the siren's saboteur and angler's saviour, for without them I'd surely have been swimming. Or drowning.
When I got him in the net I was surprised at how solid this fish was. The photo doesn't really do him justice.
Stubby stocky brawler who tried his utmost to get me "swimming with the fishes"
Main flow to the right, and shallow offramp left
The second fish was more physically than mentally taxing. He, too, crossed the river and led me down the opposite bank, forcing a run down knee-deep water over the disconcerting slipperiness of sizable ginger rocks. A treacherous sight for an angler wearing smooth-soled wading boots with a sprinkling of irrelevant silver dots—the relics of now-redundant stud screws—on each. Downstream the river deepened prohibitively, and from the elevated banks rose a succession of unaccommodating saplings of some sort, lined up by height in ascending order. I legged it behind the three of them with the rod only clearing the last one by mere centimetres. I was losing the race, and with his getaway now being abetted by the powerful current, he began tearing backing from spool. Ah well, I figured at least the backing wasn't as prone to birdsnesting as the line was, I hoped! It was ridiculous how much line and backing was devoured by the insatiable torrent, and it boggled the mind how the fish stayed on. They were both gradually reclaimed when he entered a more sedate tailout of the run and I closed in—very slowly, cos I was already done! It was only here that I came to the realisation the connection was to fin rather than mouth. Bugger.
I sometimes post pics of foul-hooked fish, but when I think about it a little more the grip 'n' grin could be interpreted as a sort of conquest photo I suppose, which makes it a bit inappropriate. So I will take the high road, for once, and in an effort to live more nobly will abstain from shamelessly parading my unfooled foe.
River rising, bleak late afternoon
Jarred and physically knackered I was happy to call it a day, and put an end to the
chance fear of another high-flows duel. I was glad these fish were not yet in their prime nor on their "A" game, as I wouldn't have stood a chance against them the way the river was now. For me, the worst thing about fishing swollen rivers is I don't trust myself to make the right judgement in the heat of the moment, when the mind is fogged by trout fever. It's sort of like asking a drug addict in their darkest hour of cold turkey not to irresponsibly pursue that free stash that's just out of reach—probably not going to happen. Obviously drowning is the worst fear, but a close second are the questions and regrets that gnaw away at you after a fish loss—"What if I'd done this or that?" " How big was he?" "Did I just lose a trophy?"
I lit and kept the fire well stoked that night, as another downpour pummeled the hut. Utilising one of the hut's basic chairs, I sat in the glow of the fire a while sipping red wine. Watching steam rise off sodden garments in the half-light of the hut, indulging in a bit of contemplation before retiring to the bunk.
Thursday offered probably the longest and best weather window to date. The morning was settled and sunny, and in order to do it justice I put in a longer shift and explored the furthest section upriver. The first hook up of the day involved an "edger" up to bugger all. Again, an unweighted pheasant tail did the business, flung just past him into the barely moving current. He responded with a subtle sway and no obvious opening of his gob. An uncertain lift of the rod tip literally five seconds delayed still got a hook up. He was a large athletic looking fish but possibly still in "lover" rather than "fighter" mode, and offered a poor weak resistance for such a specimen.
Next fish was a bit of a surprise. I'd spotted what I thought to be a "baby" trout in the context of this river. The abstract sliver of grey only looked about a foot long, but as the indicator dipped—I struck—and he went airborne, that foot doubled. It wasn't the flamboyant leap of an Ali-esque showboater fish, but rather the understated controlled surfacing of a bruiser intent on letting me know, "Oi mate, I am the real deal, not a tiddler, best show the appropriate level of respect". And I did, immediately. I'd caught a fish in this pool a couple of seasons ago, and this one was pulling the exact same manoeuvres as that one had, causing me to wonder if it was my old friend.
He powered his way up a steep skinny braid at the head of the pool. Weaving between rocks, wearing himself out, no place to go. Observing his naive battle tactics, I actually felt a degree of pity for him as he purposefully waged his offensive of futility, defiantly exhibiting hope when the circumstances called for none. At the same time as feeling pity, I also quietly envied that resilient hope he exhibited in the face of dire circumstance. It seems like an odd paradox, to feel both at the same time.
When I netted him it looked to be the same fish, albeit one pound heavier. His looks had improved slightly and I figured the rest of him had somehow grown into that monstrous shoulder he had when we last met, though when I got home and scrutinised the pics of the two fish I realised they were actually different fish.
Midafternoon, I reached my turnaround point, and the last fish to the net of the trip. "Darktrout" lay in wait—fish version of the "Darkman" character in the 80's Liam Neeson movie of the same name. No hen trout want to dig him a redd but he lives on, solely to terrorise any angler misfortunate enough to hook him. "Gimme the f..ing mayfly nymph!" he demanded. I was foolish enough to oblige. Despite appearances, this fish actually fed the ego a little, as he did exactly what I'd anticipated. I took the net off in advance and was all ready to rush him, anticipating he'd writhe rather than run. And by netting them quick, tired legs dodge a fight, not that poor old "Darktrout" looked up to much sparring anyway.
Some good fish were spooked on the way back, I was just too worn out to concentrate and give each opportunity sufficient due care. For me, that's another reason why I prefer to keep fishing sessions short. To maintain intensity, fish more clinically, and do justice to the opportunities the river offers you. The weather closed in quickly and thick drizzle made certain I was soaked before reaching the hut. Much appreciated, Weather.
What in tarn-ation, look at that weather
On Friday the weather trumped it's efforts of the day before, and degenerated into indescribable horrendousness—for me at least. But for another it was weather which conjured his avian El Dorado, bringing a bird's equivalent of alluvial gold to the surface: giant worms. Within hours the track was literally paved with them.
While gazing out the window at nothing in particular, the hopping-diving motion of an eager young prospector-come-hunter caught my eye. A thrush, he was. He hopped and dived, then repeated, plucking a six inch long worm from the grasses on both occasions. He stopped, looked up. Our eyes locked for a moment. "Good hunting, aye?" Well that's what I imagined he was saying. I gave him a slight nod back, "F..ckin aye". Moments later a cacophony broke out on the roof above. As I imagined the hunter regurgitated it's prey to it's young, it left me wishing we too could take in this river with it's magnificent fish, and feed it to the youngsters exhibiting a wilderness deficiency, in hopes of feeding their malnourished inner hunter-gatherer. And just like the bird had done, they'd probably need to have it shoved down their necks too.
That particular musing ended as I approached the river on a water gathering mission and laid eyes on the flow gauge braid, which was now teeming with worms. It was the same variety of worm as the ones which littered the area outside the hut. Sadly not at all similar to the skinny little red ones crowned with gold beads in my seldom used "others" fly box. Worms are yet another shameless void in my fly fishing knowledge. I've no idea whether these ones were washed in or naturally choose to enter the water, and more importantly whether the trout would be keen on them. Back at the hut I looked around for anything the right shade of pink. The faded frayed fabric at the top of my boots was about right, but did any of my streamers possess a hook suitable enough and could it be repurposed? Short answer, no. I reasoned the worm would be so long the chances of the fish eating the bit with the hook on it were slim to none.
Left ruing the lack of worm pattern, he was, when he headed out later on. "Find trouble right at his door, will a man who does not plan long ahead", I mumbled to the fish down below. A bit of a Confucian-Yoda blend summed it up nicely, as I endured brutal conditions trying to tempt an unspookable fish in it's backwater sanctuary. It was casually patrolling the shallow water just deep enough to cover it, as heavy rain churned the surface. Half an hour of forlorn flogging later my numbing fingers informed me it was time to call it a day and retire to the hut for a soup, coffee, or both. If I had committed to fashioning the worm pattern—planned long ahead—who knows? A trout, rather than trouble, may've been at my door. Definitely would've been an ideal place to test it out!
Mother Nature conserving the colours with this greyscale vista
Sitting in the hut longer than usual, it was hard to avoid the temptation to binge-eat my remaining rations. The cold and idleness compounded the temptation. But to be honest, being out on the water didn't eliminate the possibility of a binge-eat either as it was often one of the methods I used to console myself after a painful fish loss, so I guess the rations were at risk either way! The coming dark drew an end to a miserable day where it had rained for it's entirety, minus the thirty minutes of sun which had been the bait to lure me out. That was okay, however, as I'd mistakenly believed it to be Friday the 13th due to the incorrect date being displayed on my camera, so being a superstitious man I'd been reluctant to do much adventuring on this day anyway. As I turned in for the night I hoped the din on the roof would cease and blue skies would greet me come morning, as the thought of hitching in the rain was grim indeed. At least during the hike out I would be moving and warm, and in the relative shelter of the forest for much of it.
Come morning, hopes would soon be answered. Blue sky didn't meet my eye initially—it was all white—but the mist soon cleared to reveal it, and the fresh dusting of "pow" which capped the panoramic mountain vista. It was tough to leave, as this was far and away the best weather of the trip. But surely, I reasoned, other anglers would arrive today and it was only fair to leave them the water—barring any rematch offered with backwater fish, of course! On top of that, I aimed to get back to the road early enough to ensure a ride home before day's end.
Sunlight about to hit the valley
As I made a quick detour up the track to get a snapshot of a particularly pleasant mountain vista before leaving, I heard a faint mechical drone, barely detectable over the noise of the river. Puzzled, I looked up and scanned the far side of the river. There was mist rising up in an unusual linear formation, the ground from whence it came was a grassy plateau concealed by Matagouri. It was odd, the mist appeared in the same manner dust rises after a vehicle has sped down a gravel road, but I was fairly sure there wasn't a road here. On the way back from the photographical reconnaissance my nagging curiosity won out and I went to investigate. Soon enough the question had an answer, in the form of a white plane! Nice bit of kit it was, sporting a decal that was a surefire way to test any passenger's confidence! I spotted the pilot, Rob, on my way down the valley and made the slight detour over for a bit of a chat. Nice bloke, he was, and what an epic way to get to the river. Chopper rides are for plebes!
Not the most confidence-inspiring word to have on the side of your airplane
I indulged myself at the same halfway rest stop on the way out. Changing out of waders, having a feed, rehydrating. It was here that I met Marcus and his missus—sorry I'm a shocker with names, just in case Marcus's missus reads this! We indulged in the usual angler banter, and I quizzed them on whether the fish in my pics did in fact look embarrassed (to be caught by me) as someone a while back had claimed—a consensus was not found—before returning to the pressing task of the day, legging it back to the road. The muddy track had the same adhesive qualities as ice on my soleless boots, ie. none! It made the going far slower and it began to dawn on me I'd be lucky to get home that night. Slowly I came to terms with the grim reality that plans of beer-drinking and football-watching would be replaced by porridge-eating and tent-sleeping.
Late in the day, at a point hopefully vague enough not to seal his execution, my eye strayed across the mystical figure of Herne in the distance, shrouded by dusk. He stood there a while eyeing me intently. I can only assume the forest guardian was weighing me up, deciding whether I was fit to pass through his estate. Of course with ten days fishing under my belt by now I was delirious enough that it may've not been Herne at all, and merely an emboldened deer.
Cheers for granting me safe passage Herne, would've been a long detour otherwise!
After a sleep-deprived night, induced in equal parts by full moon and bitter cold, much of Sunday morning was spent in a sort of fatigue-induced stupor. My hopes of hitching had withered and died under a unforgiving sun, so instead I pinned new hopes of getting home on the offer from Marcus, whom was due back later that day. I retreated back to the relative sanctuary of the tent, where sheltered from wind and sun, I lay on my back with my boot-covered feet still protruding out of the tent, and allowed my mind to roam as aimlessly as the sandflies crawling about the ceiling of the tent. It was here, while consuming the dregs of my ration bag's contents and dreaming of my post-trip junk food binge, warm bath and other such luxuries, my thoughts turned to the explorer pioneers and the consequent realisation soon followed—Explorer Douglas I was not!
It was humbling to think that for those guys—Haast, Buller, Douglas etc—the frontier was their home, whereas for the modern outdoorsman we have the comforting thought of knowing it's only a matter of enduring a few days of spartan existence before returning to the creature comforts of home when we're spent. It's hard to comprehend how for them hardship was the norm, and unfathomable how they could sustain it for months on end. But I suppose this is just the perspective of a man whose inner hunter-gatherer has been born assimilated into a modern age, and further diluted by 36 years of living in a different time.
Just as I was beginning to wonder if I'd somehow missed them, Marcus and his missus (sorry again, names!) arrived back midafternoon. When he first glanced me he did a double take, probably shocked at my ineptitude at hitching. During the time I packed up the tent and whatnot, Marcus and his missus had metamorphosed from weary trampers into freshened up civilians primed for a day out. Sitting in the rear cab, the motive for the metamorphose became clear; we were stopping off for beer and pool—hard life being a hitchhiker! It was an opportunity to revive a bit of the snooker-playing glory from my misspent youth, but barring a self-proclaimed solitary top-notch tin-arsed canon shot, I offered weak opposition. A 1-1 draw was salvaged and provided motive for a rematch some other day. Marcus was just fortunate it wasn't a snooker table, or I could've unleashed the devastating 187 break! Dreams are fortunately free!
Our form may be near identical, but to be honest that's actually Stephen Hendry—I'm dreaming again
It always feels like I'm in a daze when I get back, still somehow cocooned away somewhat from the abrasive mayhem of this modern-day grind. This time especially so. Being fortunate enough to get dropped off right at my door, as opposed to the nearest town on the main route 12km away, probably fueled any dream sensations I was experiencing. Maybe it was just the immense fatigue, but possibly I was still a little under the influence of Mother Nature's mind-mellowing substances. Put simply, it had been an awesome trip. Put a little more intricately and spiritually, it had been a banquet for the soul. Thinking back to Johnny's influential t-shirt slogan, "Feed Your Soul", well I'd achieved more than that. This trip had devolved into a shameless gluttonous degustation of "soul foods", with an overindulgence the ancient Romans would've been proud of. It was a trip where trout mistook my flies for those of better anglers; a trip which provided just the right mix of company and solitude. And in spite of the wretched forecast, the weather and river collaborated to offer up brief spells of opportunity.
Sometimes it's not just the weather and the fish that make the trip, but also the people you run into. They're like the seasoning on the "soul food", just the right amount and they will add to the experience. Sure you want some solitude, but more often than not the people you meet who share the fire, the respect and passion for the outdoors, are second to none. They're as varied and diverse as the spots and colouring of the quarry we pursue. The odd bastard might play unfair, just as the occasional trout spits fly, but such instances are the exception rather than the norm. Ben on day one, Atsushi the Japanese angling nomad, Rob the pilot, Vaughan the hunter spin-fisher, Marcus and his missus, the gas-lending hiker (pretty crap of me that his is the only name I cannot recall, barring Marcus' missus!)…. I'd struggle to meet such a diverse bunch of good buggers in a year of my regular day-to-day grind.
This "backcountry brotherhood", for want of a better term, appear to exhibit a kind of generosity born out of poverty. Perhaps it's a consequence of us all being forced into a more spartan existence when in the bush, the experience enables us to better empathise with others in need. More willing to give essentials to a stranger than we would be to give our excesses to a needy stranger in everyday life. It seems like a paradox, but I believe it holds some truth.
And on that note, with all relevant and irrelevant internal ramblings aired, I think it's time to draw a close to what has been a somewhat protracted session in the angler's confessional.


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The hallways have been a work in progress for some time now and we are finally finished with the hallways. We removed the suspended ceiling in the long hallway and replaced it with a two-by-four frame with stapled six-inch wide wood look planks ceiling tiles; we removed the twelve-inch ceiling tiles and two by two grids in the short hall and replaced that with a two-by-four frame with the same wood plank look ceiling tiles. We used dry-wall mud compound to fill in and smooth any imperfections in the cinder block walls, which had a plaster covering with horizontal grooves cut into the plaster and finally we placed light texture paint with a bright white flat paint to finish the walls.
The hallway to the apartment had a cinderblock wall to the right, water damaged and missing stapled twelve inch tiles above, and a sheetrock wall to the left.
We removed the ceiling tiles and most of the two by four grids which they were attached to and would build a two by four frame for the new ceiling. We removed all the drywall in the hallway and the adjacent room and would rebuild all three door frames, one at each end of the short passage from the original house to the apartment and the third to the children's den.
We installed the ceiling tiles and we are using a two light bulb fixture which is similar but slightly deeper than the five we utilized for the thirty feet of the long hallway. We are using the same bed molding and colonial door casing and base molding that we have used in the three bedrooms along the long hallway and the children's den.
We rebuilt all three door frames along the apartment hallway, as we have along the entire downstairs, and the far end of the short hall leads into the apartment kitchen. We built an eight inch wide door frame out of parallel two by fours at the apartment end of the short hall to mimic the width of the entry at the opposite end of the hallway, which is an opening in the cinder-block wall, have installed a colonial six-panel solid pine door, which we have used to replace original door throughout the bedroom area of the lower floor. The entry from the long hall and the children's den will remain without doors.
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The Waterfall
The Middle Bedroom, Page One
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The Gazebo, Page 1
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The Side Yard & Garden
The Master Bedroom, Page 1
The Master Bedroom, Page 2
The Master Bedroom, Page 3
The Master Bathroom, Page 1
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The End Bedroom
The Pool Area
The Hallways, Page 2
The Children's Den, Page 1
The Children's Den, Page 2
The Stairwell, Page 1
The Stairwell, Page 2
The Children's Bathroom, Page 1
The Children's Bathroom, Page 2
The Main Floor Den, Page 1
The Main Floor Den, Page 2
The Main Floor Kitchen, Page 1
The Main Floor Kitchen, Page 2
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Chris is the lead singer of the aptly named Chris McCarty Band.
He has played Gator Growl, Florida/GA, presidential rallies, oh, and the single for his latest album was just licensed by EA. It's In The Game.
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It would be really convenient if we had some amazing story, or some master plan.
It would read so well, if we'd woken up, after a dream, in which Troy Smith and Chris Leak were in a cage match, battling it out, thunderdome style, when suddenly Tim Tebow jumped in off of the top rope.* Oh, and Steve Spurrier plays the Tina Turner role. Songs, Tights, and all.
I bet Steve can sing.
How great would it be if-- covered in sweat, we jumped out of bed, er, our separate beds, and said "I have an idea!"
The truth of the matter is, we just thought it'd be fun.
We're not really the "Kill all the Buckeyes" or "Kill all the Gators" type of people. Sports are fun. Rivalry is fun. Toe-May-Toe. Toe-Mah-Toe.
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Changes are happening here at Tinygogo. The focus of this site will now be exclusively related to the study and pursuit of the pleasure of bathing and my adventures with saunas, hot springs and bathing spas.
When Tinygogo was originally conceived it included my discoveries and writings in other fields, my scooter articles, bike-related stuff and gardening. As I post more items related to saunas and the generally-associated world of quality bathing you, my dear reader, will be better served if I stick to this focus. My other interests will be migrated elsewhere. Henceforth these items will be put up at another site: tinymoto.


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We had the opportunity to visit Scary Hill at Cherry Hill on opening night.
We arrived around 6 pm and thought we would be done after a couple of hours so we started off really slow through the area. We walked around for a bit and then decided to get going on activities.
First, when you arrive and are looking to pay, if you go to the miniature golf area, they can take payments there at the window. The store/office can help you as well but may not be open.
We started off at the tractor ride thinking it would be nice to see everything in the light but turns out, it's even better in the dark when all of their lights are lighting up park. So in my opinion, wait until the sun goes down for the wagon ride.
Then we walked over to the maze area. It is located behind the Office and Store. There we found the maze, rock wall, bounce houses, Hamster Haven (playground) and bumper boats. Inside the store by the bounce houses and maze included a shooting game they call Battlestar Blasters. The kids could have spent all day in this section alone. The maze area had some really fun Halloween decorations and photo ops within the maze. The bumper boats were a favorite for my younger children and there was no line so they spent quite a bit of time riding on them.
We decided to do mini golf at the end of our evening after the sun had gone down. On a Friday night, that place was packed but we had a great time. Once we were able to start golfing, we went through all 18 holes and only lost 1 golf ball in the bushes or the water. It was too dark to tell where it went but we went back up to the counter and got another golf ball to finish out the courses. The courses were each unique and fun, especially for the kids. Plus they were decorated for the season and at night, it made it even more fun to be on the mini golf course.
Since it was dark, we decided to get in line for the tractor ride one more time (because with our wristband came unlimited everything). It was way cooler in the dark to see all of the skeletons. My daughter loved the gymnasts, my son loved the super heroes, and I thought some of the skeletons displaying scenes from movies were fun. I won't give all of the details away because it's just something you need to see for yourself.
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This blog entry is my submission for the GreenFish and Outdoor Blogger Network Writing Prompt Giveaway.
While I could easily write a term paper on sustainable fisheries (I was a fisheries major for a few years), I will try to make this post a little more personal by including pics from my last red fish trip.
To me, sustainable fisheries is most important at the commercial and international level. We (as humans) have fished down the food web shortening food chains and bringing apex predators and our own protein source down to dangerous levels much more susceptible to environmental fluctuations. While we don't have to ability to fish every fish from the sea, we are continually approaching a major crash in world fisheries. There are plenty of resouces you can consult to find out how to take your part in choosing sustainable seafood (check out these regional guides).
When it comes to recreational fishing, the best thing you can do to continue sustainable recreation is follow your local laws and TAKE SOMEONE FISHING! (check out TakeMeFishing.org) And if you're already a regular fisherman or fisherwoman and you have a child or niece or godson who has never been fishing, take them too! Anglers and hunters continue to be the driving force behind conservation of our wild resources. Buying a hunting or fishing license directly supports efforts to monitor and manage populations so that generations to come can enjoy the innumerous pleasures of outdoor recreation. And that's what sustainable fishing means to me!
Over Christmas break my mom's husband brought my fiancé and myself fishing at Point-Aux-Chenes for red fish!
It was Drew's first time red fishing and we both had a blast!
I love fishing for reds, so much excitement when you hook em!
There are few things I love more than being on a boat in a marsh in south Louisiana.
The slightly-salty air, the wading birds, the big fish…
We caught 3 limits and quite a few releases of fish less than 16 inches.
We shared our bounty with lots of friends and had a few great fish fries.
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There are obvious holiday staples, like mulled wine and pumpkin anything. But, a lesser acknowledged favorite of mine is spiced nuts. When I saw this recipe I had to try it. The salty/sweet/spicy combo was simply too enticing, and a nice twist on the usual. They turned out great, despite having gone seriously overboard on the salt, and I'm planning on making them again when I go home for Christmas. I have a feeling they're going to go great with a glass of wine in front of the fire.
Maple Rosemary Glazed Cashews
6 tablespoons pure maple syrup, preferably grade B
4 tablespoons finely chopped fresh rosemary leaves
4 teaspoons packed golden brown sugar
1 tablespoon olive oil
½ teaspoon sharp paprika
1/4 ground cayenne pepper, use more if you like things spicy
1 pound raw whole cashews (unsalted, un-roasted)
1 tablespoon kosher or sea salt
Heat oven to 350 degrees. In a medium bowl, mix maple syrup, rosemary, brown sugar, oil, and spice until smooth. Add cashews and mix to coat thoroughly. Pour the nuts onto the baking sheet (I used the silicon sheets to prevent sticking) and sprinkle with the salt. Start with the two teaspoons. Add more only if needed. Bake for 18-20 minutes or just until you begin to smell them and they are golden brown. The nuts will crisp and harden as the cool.
Enjoy while beating your sister at Scrabble.