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We learned yesterday of the death of Marilyn McCord Adams. She is the second of the SCP giants to fall (the earlier being Bill Alston). No one living, in my view, can fill their shoes. Those of us who studied at their feet first- or second-hand will spend the rest of our lives simply working out the details and promise of what they wrote. And we won't even get that fully done. They're just that much better than us.
In 2010, as Justin McBrayer and I were about to begin our religious epistemology colloquium at the Pacific APA, I noticed Marilyn McCord Adams enter the room. My confidence suddenly crashed, as her reputation as a sharp critic preceded her. And, mirabile visu, we had made T-shirts for our session which we intended to hand out. Would she think this was inappropriate? Would she think it was funny? What should we do?!
She turned out to be delightful, of course, and we hit it off from the word go. A few APA's later, and she would be my commentator on what would be a central chapter of my book on animal pain. She had very incisive comments, of course, delivered with wit and vigor. But at the same time, she provided great suggestions for solutions to the criticisms she made. In order to provide context for the paper, I sent her the book MS and suggested she may want to read the synopsis of the preceding chapter. She then took it upon herself to provide commentary on the whole book! This was supererogatory in excelsis!
Then, after the book was published, as one of the critics at a book symposium on that book at Calvin College put together by Matt Halteman she expanded both the criticisms and the suggestions for addressing them. It was a small workshop, and we spent two full days together in sessions, at meals, and on field trips. She was spry and qui vive. This was just two summers ago, and you'd never think there was a thing wrong with her. When I knew she fell ill about a year ago, it didn't even occur to me that she could succumb to death so early. It was, frankly, hard to believe it could happen at all.
In between these events were many brief but fruitful encounters. She was witty, tough, compassionate. Her work was bold, creative, imaginative, yet precise down to each analytic detail. I read her work for so many classes: Medieval Philosophy, Free Will, Philosophy of Religion, and others. Her book on horrendous evils was the greatest inspiration for mine. But in addition to her written work being so insightful and rigorous, for me at least it was FUN. And in addition to her writing being fun, SHE was fun. I loved her rough-and-tumble give and take that was never, that I witnessed, in any way uncharitable. She was going to write the blurb for the back of the paperback version of my book, which will now never happen, and instead I'm going to dedicate my book _God, Suffering, and Sainthood_ to her memory in the hope that it will impel me to make it a book worthy of being dedicated to her.
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Open Letter to the minister of Belgan justice Annemie Turtelboom
Following our Open Letter to the Belgian Minister of Justice concerns the detention of activist Marcel Vervloesem, well known for his fight against child pornography (Zandvoort childporn case), we had some problems with our Facebook.
In Belgium there is a cooperation contract between the Internet providers and Justice.
What about the cooperationo of Justice (and state security services) with Facebook?
Photo: Helen Thomas, an American author and former news service reporter. She was member of the White House Press Corps and defended the rights of the Palestinians.
Sometimes ago there was a group called 'Helen Thomas' on Facebook.
This group was not administered. On these group everything seemed possible. For several months some people of this group used false identities; used the identities of other Facebook members; used photos of other Facebook members for pornographic collages; published photos of massacres of Palestinians, commented in the most disgusting way. They deleted posts, comments and photos; replaced them; changed the location of the posts. They had fake accounts and continuously provoked Palestinian activists which responded all the time and whick accounts were closed after certain complaints. It was a real war. The complaints addressed to Facebook about all these things remained untreated. At a given moment we found out that the group was hacked by the so called Jewish Internet Defense Force (JIDF) which has close contacts with the far right political party of Avigdor Lieberman, the Israeli minister of Foreign Affairs who was talking about the ethnic cleansing of Israel and promoted the bombing of Iran.
After months of struggle, the group was closed by Facebook.
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text: Oracle Solaris supports LDAP (Lightweight Directory Access Protocol) in conjunction with the Sun Open Net Environment (Sun ONE) Directory Server, as well as other LDAP directory servers. The distinction between a name service and a directory service is in the differing extent of functionality. A directory service provides the same functionality of a naming service, but provides additional functionalities as well. See System Administration Guide: Naming and Directory Services (DNS, NIS, and LDAP).


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Football: Dorsey is the homecoming spoiler
October 3, 2011 | 8:44 pm
Teams that schedule Los Angeles Dorsey for their homecoming games, beware. The Dons are homecoming spoilers.
They beat Alemany during its homecoming last week. And Fremont, Crenshaw and Locke supposedly have scheduled homecoming for when the Dons show up.
Standout linebacker-defensive end Jeremiah Allison of Dorsey continues to shine on and off the field. He had three sacks, a forced fumble and a fumble recovery against Alemany. He still hasn't received a grade other than A during his four years in high school.
Allison is getting close to making a college decision. UCLA continues to recruit him hard.
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- n. Alternative spelling of organdy.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A kind of transparent light but stiff muslin.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. A muslin of great fineness and translucency, used for women's dresses. It is sold both plain and figured with printed flowers, etc.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. a sheer stiff muslin
Sorry, no etymologies found.
In summer, a gown of light material, such as organdie, muslin, or other soft goods, dainty and somewhat elaborate, is in good taste.
At such times, if Adams was present, he might recognize "organdie," or "taffeta," or "chiffon," as words defining certain textiles, but the rest was too technical for him, and he was like a dismal boy at a sermon, just waiting for it to get itself finished.
V&A Images A 1953 cotton organdie dress Silk has long been the dominant fabric for brides.
The rose organdie with long pink sash was becoming, but she had worn it last summer when Melanie visited Twelve Oaks and she'd be sure to remember it.
Great Dresses in Mediocre Literature (a continuing series) - A Dress A Day
The Hubert de Givenchy gown, burned into our retinas, is a silk organdie with black floral patterns, a straight skirt with an overskirt open in front, and a long train.
And, like strange birds alighting, you had slim and charming girls in organdie frocks and face-powder and bobbed hair, fluttering into the plaza.
So, before very long, the organdie butterflies and the flannel-trouser fifis gave in, succumbed, crushed once more beneath the stone-heavy passivity of resistance in the demonish peons.
And some of the organdie frocks had green legs and green feet, some had legs à la nature, and white feet.
The red and the pink and the yellow and the blue organdie frocks were turning sharply with all the white flannel trousers available, and some of the white flannel trousers had smart shoes, white with black strappings or with tan brogue bands.
It is spirit which makes the flapper flap her organdie wings like a butterfly.


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Personal dip netting on the Kenai River opens on or around the 10th of July each year. Imagine coming home from fishing and you have more then 100 fish to clean. You have two choices basically to preserve your fish, canning them or freezing them. If you fish all day, do you still have the strength to stay up and clean fish for several hours more? Do you understand just how fast fish start to deteriorate after they die? The fresher the fish are when you process them the better they taste once you finally put them on the table. Canning fish does not make them fresher, it only preserves them at the state they were when you put them in the jar providing you actually canned them right away. If you put fish in a jar and still don't run them through the canner they continue to deteriorate until they are canned. I have made several changes to my fish processing since arriving here in Alaska 11 years ago. Number one, I prefer dip netting from a boat rather then from shore. I like to scoop my fish up and put them right in my boat rather then drag them through the sand and mud at the beach. I also used to club them to prevent them from flopping around spraying sand and water in face. I no longer club my fish either as I found that it kills them instantly and prevents them from bleeding out properly. I also found that if you miss the head that it causes bruises to the fish or blood shot meat. If you tear out a gill the fish bleeds out normally and you end up with a lot better fish to put on the table. Another mistake a lot of people make each year is they haul their fish home in a black garbage bag. Black draws in the heat and the hotter it is outside the more heat the black plastic bag draws in and the softer the fish becomes. A simply rule to follow in your home is this DO NOT USE GARBAGE BAGS FOR ANYTHING EXCEPT TRASH. Most garbage bags are not made from food grade material and to the best of my knowledge are made from oil waste. Another important thing I like to do is put my fish on ice as soon as I catch them. Even if you're fishing trout, put them in a cooler of ice immediately rather then let them flop around in the bottom of your boat absorbing heat. Fish clean so much better ice cold then when they are soft and mushy. If you're not prepared for the big salmon harvest yet, start doing so now. Start planning on making changes in your operation so that you can put a better product not only in your freezer or jars but also on the table too. Make your salmon harvest a family process this year, where everyone in your family takes part and has a job to do in getting these fish put away in a timely and efficient manner. I have been on jobs where someone would bring in a jar of canned fish and once they opened it they cleared out the room. The fish stunk so bad eating it never entered into your mind. Getting away from that nasty aroma was the immediate response of most people and the emergency escape that most took. I have always said if you put garbage in a jar you're darn sure going to take garbage back out again. Most families could not eat all the salmon that they are allowed to legally dip net each year. I feel this is a great area for you to get a few extra fish for that elderly couple in your neighborhood or from your church. Clean these fish and give them to these people ready to eat. Be a good neighbor and help out those elderly or less fortunate people that you know. I have said it many times, you are not giving any one a gift, especially our elderly, if your so called gift creates work for them. Take the time required to clean it for them first, then you are really doing something nice for them. This year think of new ways that you can come up with to improve your salmon harvest, and allow you to put a better product on your table than in previous years. Plan ahead and find out new and better ways to help preserve your catch till it ends up on the table. Dip netters at the mouth of the Kenai have gotten a very bad name the past few years for the stinking rotten mess they create and the trash they leave behind each year. Do your part and report these slobs that leave their trash behind or clean their fish 100 yards from the high water mark. I find it disgusting myself after the first week of dip netting and have always been a strong advocate of everyone participating in the dip netting program being required to wear a back tag number. That way we could simply write down the back tag number and report these people who abuse the program and hopefully eliminate them without having to risk a fist fight confronting a few of these people. Remember the old wilderness rule, IF YOU PACK IT IN, PACK IT OUT! See you next week
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Concussions often occur in high contact sports. And unfortunately, in many cases, they are not promptly diagnosed. For this reason, Rothman Institute has engineered one of the best sports concussion programs to date in order to keep athletes safe and to prevent future injuries. Since athletes are at a constant risk for concussions, Rothman Institute has geared its expertise specifically toward sports concussions. Teamwork in concussion management is extremely important, so Rothman Institute has several specialists on hand to diagnose, treat, and prevent concussions within the best sports concussion program that the area has to offer.
If you are experiencing any of the many symptoms of a sports-related concussion, please consider making an appointment. Maybe you recently sustained a blow to your head during practice or a game. If you are experiencing any memory loss, confusion, difficulty speaking, sensitivity to light and/or sound, or even nausea and especially a headache, you should see a Rothman concussion specialist right away. Do not disregard any hit you may have experienced during a game or practice. Even light blows can cause a concussion, so it is important for athletes to be aware of the symptoms of a concussion and be ready to seek help.
If you are a coach and you believe any of your athletes may have experienced a concussion you should direct them to be evaluated immediately. Since experts are now discovering the long term effects of concussions, it is important to take immediate action.
Multiple concussions could result in cumulative damage to your brain if the issue is not properly treated. To be evaluated by physicians at the best sports concussion program in the area, call Rothman Institute today.


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On the seventh Monday Mocha show, we head to the Hollywood Hills and chat to long time actress, Liz Vassey. I first watched her as "Lou," on Brotherly Love and since then she has graced our scenes playing many a character in Nikki & Nora, CSI and Two and A Half Men to name a Few.
"Sometimes the best relationships aren't the longest. You come into this world, find your tribe and sometimes you learn what you're supposed to learn. As long as you're acting the way you think is best and are good to others."
This week, we hit the Hollywood Hills to chat to actress and writer Liz Vassey. Currently, Liz is crowd funding for her latest project – The Human Race Documentary. She is nearly at her goal. Click here to support her.
Follow Liz: @lizvassey
Available on: iTunes | Spreaker | Stitcher | Soundcloud | Google Play
Featured Voices: Ginni Saraswati, Liz Vassey & Sam Phelps
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Coworkers at the health department are still talking about the taste test we did a week ago from Marisco's. I picked up the Roasted Vegetable Bucatini and the Smoked Salmon salad. Everyone loved the flavor of the pasta and the salad. The salmon salad was colorful with fresh spinach, dried apricots, pecans, and blue cheese. The honey mustard dressing added another great color and flavor. A number of people commented that they don't usually like salmon but loved the salad. The Roasted Vegetable Bucatini was rich without being heavy. We left off the cream to save the extra fat and calories and it still tasted wonderful.
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Trish, Thank you for your kind words and for bringing in your colleagues. We are so happy you enjoyed your visit. We look forward to seeing you again, soon.


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BRUSSELS, Dec 13 (Reuters) - Eurogroup president Jean-Claude Juncker said he did not expect a financial aid package for Cyprus to be agreed at a meeting of euro zone finance ministers in Brussels on Thursday.
"I don't think that we can find a definitive solution for Cyprus today," he told reporters as he arrived for the meeting. "It will probably be done in January."
Cyprus, one of the smallest economies in the 17-nation euro zone, sought aid in June to buffer banks substantially exposed to debt-crippled Greece.
It says it has reached a preliminary aid deal with the European Union and the International Monetary Fund.
The cost of recapitalising the island's banking sector could be as high as 10 billion euros - more than half of Cyprus's annual output.
That would make the bank bailout one of the biggest ever as a proportion of GDP, the island's central bank governor Panicos Demetriades said on Wednesday, second only to the 1997 bank bailout in Indonesia.


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Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors
By Ruth Hernandez
Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors is written by Piers Paul Read. A crashed plane. A remote mountain. A few survivors. Filled with suspense, the passengers must do unimaginable things in order to survive the long 72 days.
The rescued members of the Fairchild F-227.
Plane Crash
The Fairchild F-227 was occupied with five crewman and forty Uruguay passengers (fifteen from a rugby team), who were set for Chile for a set of rugby matches. While traveling to Chile, the plane hit a cloudbank and crashed into a mountain peak along the Argentine border on October 13, 1972. Some of the passengers were killed instantly. While some had superficial wounds, others had wounds that required immediate medical attention. Two of the men, Roberto Canessa and Gustavo Zerbino, were medical students and administered help to those that they could, but to little avail. The men and women were stranded in the mountains with inadequate clothing for sub-zero temperatures, little food, and no medical supplies. What food they did have (snacks and wine), was at once rationed but only lasted the remainder of the passengers a couple of days.
The First Night on the Mountain
The first night on the mountain was like a nightmare. Sleeping space was limited. Those that were hurt could not be moved, and throughout the night, the moaning of those in pain could be heard. The temperature had dropped below zero and sleeping was almost impossible due to the cold, lack of space, noise, and injuries.
In the days following the plane crash, some of the passengers died from lack of medical attention and food. The passengers were starving. For several days, some of the boys realized that if they were to survive they would have to eat the bodies of their dead companions. Appalled by the idea, the remaining twenty-seven passengers held a meeting and agreed that the bodies of their dead friends would be used for food. Those that could gather the strength to eat human flesh, ate, while some of the boys held back for a few days because of their moral conscience, but at last gave in due to extreme hunger and fatigue.
A couple of weeks later during the night, an avalanche covered the plane and the sleeping bodies. Eight died. Nineteen survivors were left.
About the Author
My Opinion of the Book
The Last Expedition
Throughout the time the boys were on the mountain, they selected the strongest and healthiest survivors to seek help. Six times they sent out expeditions, but the expeditionaries had failed due to the lack of strength and food and were forced to return to the plane. Finally on December 12, Roberto Canessa and Nando Parrado set out on the final expedition to determine the life or death of themselves and their friends. For nine days, Canessa and Parrado blindly journeyed down the mountain toward what they thought was civilization. Finally, on the tenth day they reached civilization. They were saved! The fourteen remaining survivors in the plane were rescued the next day. For seventy-two days the boys were up on the mountain.
While the passengers of the Fairchild were dealing with the harsh conditions of the Andes, the families of the passengers had given up hope that they were alive. When word was spread that the Fairchild had been lost, a search and rescue party was sent out to look for the lost plane. For eight days, weather permitting, the SAR (Aerial Rescue Service) of Chile searched for the Fairchild. On the ninth day, the search was canceled due to negative results. Even though the SAR had discontinued the search, the families of those in the plane privately continued to search, but after negative results over and over they, too, finally called the search off. However, Carlos Paez Vilaro continued searching. Day after day until the end, Paez Vilaro had searched for the plane. Though he had difficulties securing planes and flying planes with faulty engines, Paez Vilaro continued to persevere.
Nearing seventy days, Paez Vilaro had begun to lose hope. While loading on to an airplane for the trip back to Uruguay, Paez Vilaro had a phone call stating two men claimed to be survivors from the Fairchild.
Piers Paul Read is an English writer, born in Beaconfield, Buckinghamshire. Read is a dramatist and a TV scriptwriter. Read is also a practicing Catholic. Because he was Catholic, Read was chosen by the sixteen survivors to write
. He was reluctant to write, but once chosen it was hard for him to refuse. Read was a good fit for this piece of work mainly because he was a Catholic. If the sixteen survivors were looking for someone who was able to portray Catholicism throughout the book, they picked the right author. Alive was Read's first nonfiction book. Read is best known for
, but some of the other books he has written include
The Professors Daughter, A Married Man,
A Season in the West.
Alive was more of an adventure/survival story than an informative historical nonfiction book. The author's writing style was direct and easy to follow. I would recommend this book to someone who enjoys a good survival story with hope and perseverance. One negative aspect of the book was the occasional foul language. I would not recommend Alive to a younger audience because of the language, cannibalism, and bloody details of the crash scene. Despite these elements, I enjoyed the book. One aspect that kept me captivated was the end result. What would happen next? Who was going to survive? I also enjoyed seeing the hope and perseverance portrayed through the boys and families.
A group of survivors huddling inside the plane.
The Uruguay rugby team.
The Fairchild (before)
Roy Harley and his mother reunited.
In the Fairchild: Nicolich with his arm around Harley.
The Theme of Alive
The most prevalent theme throughout the book was hope and perseverance. Throughout the seventy-two days on the mountain, hope and perseverance were easily seen in the Fairchild passengers. The passengers never gave up hope. They believed they were going to survive and persevered through the long, cold, and depressing days. Even through the death of their friends and family, the surviving passengers had hope. Hope and perseverance were also seen in Carlos Paez Vilaro. With hope and perseverance, Paez Vilaro continued the search for the lost plane for almost seventy days. Until the very end, he believed the boys were still alive. The Catholic faith was also another theme throughout the book. Catholicism was strongly portrayed in the passengers. While they were praying to Mary and the saints, some of the families of the passengers had also been praying.
Interesting Things I learned
Read was educated by Benedict monks while in college which influenced some of his early writing.
The weight loss of each of the survivors was significant. All of the boys lost between 35 and 50 pounds. Coche Inciarte lost 80 pounds.
On January 18, 1973 twenty-seven days after the boys were rescued, a few members of the Andinian Help Corps and a Chilean priest traveled back to the site of the crash and gathered all the accident victims bodies and buried them in a grave.
Each of the boys got a pack of twenty cigarettes to last them two days. Some of the boys would smoke them all the first day and would try to beg a few more from their fellow companions. Surprisingly there was no shortage of cigarettes.
I also learned that good nonfiction writing has a lot to do with the author who writes the book. It is also good for the author to have a personal connection with the incident and the people involved. Not all nonfiction books are boring and hard to read. Some nonfiction books are enjoyable and will capture your attention.
Roy Harley:
Before the crash
The grave on the mountain
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Robert L. Ruppert, 91, of rural Tiffin, died Wednesday, July 27, 2016, at Mercy Hospital in Iowa City under the compassionate care of the Hospice Unit.
Funeral services were held Sunday, July 31, at the Zion Lutheran Church in Iowa City, with burial following at Oakland Cemetery. Visitation was Sunday at the church. Memorial donations can be made in his memory to Zion Lutheran Church, World Hunger Fund or to Iowa City Hospice. To share a memory, thought or condolence with Robert's family, go to the funeral home website at www.gayandciha.com.
Don Carter, 59 of North Liberty, passed away on Monday, July 18, 2016, at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics.
Don's family greeted friends on Thursday, July 21, at Lensing's Oak Hill in Coralville. In lieu of flowers, an educational fund for his grandchildren has been established in care of the Don Carter Memorial Fund.
Geneva "Peg" Martinek, 90, of Solon, died peacefully on Monday, July 25, 2016, at Solon Nursing Care Center. A celebration of life service will be held at 6 p.m. on Friday, July 29, at Brosh Chapel and The Avacentre in Solon. Friends may visit with the family from 3 p.m. until the time of service. A private family inurnment will be held at Oakland Cemetery in Solon at a later date.
Peg was born in Fergus Falls, Minn., on April 1, 1926, the daughter of Gilbert O. and Ragna (Tolefson) Sanden.
Madeline Louise Mitchell passed away peacefully on Friday, July 8, 2016, while at the Hospice Unit at Mercy Iowa City. She was 97 years old, but still young at heart and will be greatly missed. A Celebration of Life Gathering was held Sunday, July 17, at Brosh Chapel and the Avacentre, in Solon.
Oral "Milt" Milton Hunt, 86, of Solon passed away peacefully on Thursday, July 7, 2016 at the Solon Care Center. Memorial services were held Tuesday, July 12, at the Solon United Methodist Church, with Reverend Dennis Tevis presiding. Visitation was Monday, July 11, at Brosh Chapel and The Avacentre in Solon. Friends and family attended a luncheon following the service Tuesday at the church. Private family inurnment will be held at a later date. Brosh Chapel in Solon assisted with Milt's services.
Randy L. Wille, 62, of Marion, died Saturday July 9, 2016, at his home following a short battle with cancer. Friends may visit with the family on Wednesday July 13, from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m. at Brosh Chapel and the Avacentre in Solon. Military rites will be performed at 12 p.m. by the Solon American Legion Stinocher Post 460. According to Randy's wishes, his body was donated to the University of Iowa.
Robert John "Bob" Stinocher, 89, of Solon, passed away Monday, June 13, 2016, at the Dennis & Donna Oldorf Hospice House in Hiawatha, surrounded by his wife and family. Celebration of life services were held Friday, June 17, at Brosh Chapel and The Avacentre in Solon. Burial followed in Oakland Cemetery, where full military rites were conducted the Solon American Legion, Stinocher Post 460.
William D. "Bill" Upmeyer, 91, of Maquoketa, passed away on Wednesday evening, June 15, 2016, at Clover Ridge Place in Maquoketa.
A celebration of Bill's life was held Monday, June 20, at the First Lutheran Church in Maquoketa. Visitation was Sunday, June 19, at the Carson Celebration of Life Center in Maquoketa. Graveside services and burial were held Monday at Oakland Cemetery, Solon.
Mary "Sunday" Antrim, 74, of Solon, beloved wife of Richard Antrim and mother of Susan Velani and Alicia Highlander, died peacefully from a brief cardiac event on June 10, 2016. A Celebration of Life was held Tuesday, June 14, at Brosh Chapel and The Avacentre in Solon.
Susan Kay Kopecky, 71, of Solon, died Thursday, June 9, 2016, at St. Luke's Hospital following a short illness. A Celebration of Life service was held Tuesday, June 14, at Brosh Chapel and the Avacentre in Solon. Burial followed in Oakland Cemetery. Visitation was Monday, June 13, at Brosh Chapel and The Avacentre in Solon.
Sister Jean Thuerauf, 85, of Minneapolis, died Friday, June 10, 2016, at Catholic Elder Care, Minneapolis. Visitation was Wednesday, June 15, at St. Anthony of Padua Catholic Church in Minneapolis. Funeral Mass will be at Our Lady of Grace, Edina, Minn., on Thursday, June 16 at 11 a.m., with visitation one hour prior to mass. Burial will take place on Saturday, June 18, at 11:30 a.m. at Brosh Chapel in Solon. Visitation at 10:30 a.m. prior to burial.
Tom E. Wall, 55, a tall man who cast a long shadow on the community, entered his eternal home Thursday, May 26, 2016.


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The art of tennis. Courts on canvas.
It's a little early to cover Wimbledon but for those making plans to head that way, here's something you may want to add to your trip.
The Barber Institute of Fine Arts at the University of Birmingham, Edgbaston, England opens a new art exhibit May 27 entitled "Court on Canvas" Tennis in Art that traces the game from the 1870s through the 21st century. Lawn tennis is a special feature.
Artists back in the early days of the game were said to have been particularly enamored with the tennis addicted as they now had an opportunity to depict movement, particularly that of females. Tennis is one of the first sports that women were allowed to participate in.
According to the museum, the first game of tennis was played in 1859 by Major Harry Gem and friend, Jean Batista Augurio Perera, on a court, down the street from the museum at 8 Ampton Road, Edgbaston. And so there you have it. The history of tennis in art where the game began.
Above is "A Rally" by Sir John Lavery from 1885. Below is something more modern, "The Tennis Players" by Christopher Wood, 1921. Other tennis inspired artists exhibited include: Spencer Gore, LS Lowry, Stanley Spencer, Eric Ravilious, Winnie the Pooh illustrator EH Shepard, David Hockney and Tom Phillips. The iconic 1970s Athena Tennis Girl poster, itself photographed on a tennis court at the University of Birmingham, will also be featured.
The museum is about 1 1/2 hours from Wimbledon or 1 hr. 15 min from London and the exhibit runs through September 18, 2011. Visit The Barber Institute of Fine Arts for more info.


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Jon Hicks
Jon Hicks is a Graphic Designer based in Witney, Oxfordshire. He runs Hicksdesign with his wife Leigh and is most widely known for his work on the Firefox, Mailchimp, and Shopify logos, as well as recent projects such as the Skype emoticon redesign and Spotify Iconset. He also quite literally wrote the book on Icons: The Icon Handbook for Five Simple Steps Publishing.
Icon Design Process
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Can someone legally be charged with a DUI if they are sitting in their car in the parking lot and the keys are on the floor? 3 Answers as of June 10, 2011Can someone legally be charged with a DUI if they are sitting in their car in the parking lot of where they are staying and the keys are on the floor? What are the chances of beating the charge? This is in Eugene.
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You may be charged for DUII for the situation you described. Lately in Oregon, these types of cases have been labeled an "attempted DUII," which doesn't exist in the statutes, but is being explored in Oregon case law. The factual scenario you describe may be a good case for trial, where the jury will be asked to hold the prosecutor to the standard of proof beyond a reasonable doubt. The state would have to prove that you operated a motor vehicle while under the influence of intoxicants. If the jury finds that sitting in the car with the keys on the floor is not "operating" a motor vehicle, then you may be found not guilty. I highly recommend you consult with an attorney experienced in DUII law.
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In Oregon, the crime is "driving under the influence" not "parking under the influence." The state must prove that you were driving and while driving, you had a BAC of something more than .08 or were "impaired" by alcohol. So let's say you were drinking at a bar, left the bar, realized you were too drunk to drive and sat in your car to "sleep it off." You're not committing DUII as long as you haven't moved the car. Change the facts and you leave the bar, drive a block and then realize you have no business driving, then you have committed DUII, but the state still has to prove it. As long as you didn't make any statements regarding driving after drinking, you have a pretty good shot. The state will still argue that the car got there somehow and you were drunk when that happened but they may not have the evidence to back up that speculation.
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Charged? Sure. You can be charged, or formally accused of a crime, with very little reason. Sitting in your car, drunk, when the keys aren't in the ignition and the car is not moving is not 'driving,' so it's not DUI. If the jury believes that's all that happened, you'll be acquitted. If the jury thinks that you got drunk in a bar, drove to the parking lot, and fell asleep there, you'll be convicted. It depends on exactly what the evidence is.
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The Jones et al 1990 Letter to Nature: a rebuttal of some key points
Jones PD, Groisman PYa, Coughlan M, Plummer N, Wangl WC, Karl TR (1990) Assessment of urbanization effects in time series of surface air temperatures over land. Nature 347:169-172
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Page 169
Page 170
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Page 172
What does the letter say and why is it still important?
This 1990 Letter presents three regional temperature time series (all termed "rural") built from weather station records that in general excluded large cities. It compares the results of these three series with the Jones et al 1986 gridded series. An observed similarity in the trends of the two sets is then taken as evidence that the gridded series contained negligible urban heat island (UHI) influence.
The Letter was still quoted by the IPCC in its 2001 Third Assessment Report (TAR) as one of the two pillars of the claim by Jones, his supporters and the IPCC itself that any remaining UHI contamination in long-term temperature series is mimimal:
"These results confirm the conclusions of Jones et al. (1990) and Easterling et al. (1997) that urban effects on 20th century globally and hemispherically averaged land air temperature time-series do not exceed about 0.05°C over the period 1900 to 1990 (assumed here to represent one standard error in the assessed non-urban trends)." http://www.grida.no/climate/ipcc_tar/wg1/052.htm#222
The other pillar of the IPCC position, the Easterling et al. paper from 1997, has serious flaws, see here:
. So unless the Jones letter is sound, the IPCC's contention that urban warming does not exceed 0.05 degrees over the 20th century is unsubstantiated.
The Letter in context
It is fair to see the Jones et al. Letter as part of an attempt to deflect ongoing criticism that trends in Jones' 1986 gridded data had a significant UHI component unrelated to greenhouse warming. So it is likely there were mutterings of dissatisfaction in climate circles and by people who took the trouble to follow the debate in Wood 1988. One example of this is the Australian Bureau of Meteorology (BoM) paper:
Coughlan, Tapp and Kininmonth
, 1990, "Trends in Australian Temperature Records" (which I have online at http://www.warwickhughes.com/climate/bom.htm) which estimated the magnitude of UHI contamination in Australian city data as follows:
"Estimates of the trends in the annual average daily mean temperature also indicated warming at most of the non-urban sites except Brisbane Airport. The strongest warming over the periods examined was 0.26 C decade~1 Mean temperatures at Brisbane Airport cooled by approximately 0.03 C decade 1. Trends in urban-rural differences were all positive.
These estimates are greater than those of the trends this century, reported by Jones et al. (1989), in annual mean Southern Hemisphere air temperature, over both land and sea, and sea surface temperature, which have all shown rises of approximately 0.06 C decade 1."
This paper and others circulating at the time (see note on Eastern Australia below) show that Jones et al had grossly underestimated UHI influence in their gridded series by failing to seek out true rural trends, and failing to understand that their so-called rural series were in fact seriously contaminated by the UHI effect.
Jones et al.'s Letter to Nature attempted to contradict this by reference to supposedly rural series in three regions of the globe: Western Soviet Union, Eastern Australia and Eastern China. The authors also referred to rural vs. urban trends in the 48 contiguous States of the USA.
Western USSR
Out of 38 stations in the Jones et al. rural series for this region, 9 were from towns circa 10,000 population, all 80+ kms from major cities, and the remaining 29 were from more remote sites. We are currently trying to identify these 38 stations in order to verify the Jones et al claims. However, note that regardless of whether the stations were truly rural, the results of this part of Jones et al's analysis hardly support the "party line" of a maximum of 0.05 degrees UHI contamination over the whole twentieth century. In fact, they find UHI contamination of at least 0.12 degrees in 57 years (1930-87) – equal to around 0.2 degrees per century, or four times the claimed maximum.
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working through process of trying to identify all of the 38 rural stations.
Eastern Australia
The Letter also quotes an Eastern Australian series of 49 stations generated by Plummer of the Bureau of Meteorology (BoM) and others, for which the population averaged circa 5,775. From 1991 onwards I had frequently warned the BoM and its staff that this series carried significant UHI contamination, and I circulated papers to them demonstrating this, e.g. "Heat Islands in SE Australian Country Towns". But they steadfastly refused to see reality.
In the years to 1994 I worked on a big paper assembling the most rural series possible for Eastern Australia, bearing in mind the data shortcomings in records further from population centres.
This paper, "Eastern Australia temperature variations 1930-1992" was co-authored with Dr Robert Balling Jr in 1994, submitted for publication in J Climate, and killed in review by someone in the BoM with IPCC connections.
"Eastern Australia temperature variations 1930-1992" is
scanned online
and in my view it represents the most comprehensive attempt up to the mid-1990's to define truly rural trends over a significant area. The table on page 16 shows that the Jones et al 1986 . gridded series for the same region warms at 0.102 degrees per decade, just above Plummer and about double the true value if urban influences are rigorously excluded.
The figure on page 19 shows exactly how mean temperature (T) and daily temperature range (DTR) will typically vary for a regional array of station data classified by population. The shape of these relationships was confirmed in a 2000 paper: Anthony Brazel, Nancy Selover, Russell Vose, Gordon Heisler: Clim Research Vol. 15: 123 135, "The tale of two climates Baltimore and Phoenix urban LTER sites" (see their Figs 6 and 7 comparing T and population).
A similar gradation of UHI trends with increasing city population was depicted in Warwick S. Hughes and Robert C. Balling, Jr. "Urban Influences on South African Temperature Trends." International Journal of Climatology, Vol. 16, No. 8, pp. 935-940. See figure 3 here:
South African paper
; Note also the large trend difference in our Figure 2 between our non-urban data (orange trendline) and the Jones 1994 gridded series.
The bottom line is that Jones' Eastern Australia data contains UHI effects amounting to ~0.05 degrees
per decade
– i.e. 0.5 degrees per century, or nearly ten times the rate claimed by the IPCC.
Eastern China
For this large region Jones et al 1990 examines 42 station pairs of rural and urban sites but the "rural" stations had populations "…mostly less than 0.1 million…".
New page outlining steps to discover the
84 stations in Jones et al 42 urban / rural pairs
We are trying to identify these 84 stations in order to verify the Jones et al. claims, but it is obvious that a station with a population of anywhere near 100,000 can hardly provide a "rural" benchmark. An indication of the massive UHI influence in
CRUT2 Sino grid cell data for the years 1979-2005
is given by comparison with MSU trends.
The Letter also looks at UHI influences in the "lower 48" states of the USA. Once again, Jones' results contradict the de minimis estimate of 0.05 degrees per century UHI contamination, since his own estimate for this region is 0.18 degrees per century.
It is remarkable that this paper is still listed in the IPCC 2001 TAR as backing the claim that UHI influence in Jones et al. gridded series is only ~0.05 degrees per century. Considering the inadequacy of the only other reference the IPCC provides (Easterling 1997), its judgement on the scale of UHI contamination in long-term temperature aggregates is without serious foundation.
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There have been many posts at ClimateAudit on the subject of the
Jones et al 1990 Letter to Nature
in the first half of 2007 and most of these are linked or copied below, if there is no link then the date will get you in, most recent on top. Many of these posts touch on areas where work is still in progress.
April 29th, 2007
Queensland in Jones et al 1990
By Steve McIntyre
April 28th, 2007
Some Australian Station Plots
By Steve McIntyre
April 27th, 2007
Low Head and the Gnomes of Norwich
By Steve McIntyre
April 27th, 2007
The Maatsuyker Exclusion
By Steve McIntyre
April 25th, 2007
Phil Jones and Australian Billabongs
By Steve McIntyre
April 17th, 2007
CRU on Rural Data Exclusion
By Steve McIntyre
April 16th, 2007
Gridcell 47.5N 97.5E: Mongolia
By Steve McIntyre
Monday, April 16th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
Gridcell 42N, 112E Huhehaote
By Steve McIntyre
April 16th, 2007
CRU and Gridcell 27.5N 117.5E
By Steve McIntyre
Sunday, April 15th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
HadCRU3, GHCN and China
By Steve McIntyre
April 14th, 2007
Dulan Satellite Photo
By Steve McIntyre
April 14th, 2007
Jones et al 1990, TR055 and GHCN
By Steve McIntyre
Wednesday, April 11th, 2007 at 12:02 pm
Some China Comparisons
By Steve McIntyre
April 9th, 2007
Dulan Junipers and the Silk Road
By Steve McIntyre
April 3rd, 2007
Freedom of Information - Jones et al 1990
By Steve McIntyre
March 28th, 2007
IPCC and Data Access
By Steve McIntyre
Tuesday, March 13th, 2007 at 1:06 pm
Jones and the Great Leap Forward #2
By Steve McIntyre
March 12th, 2007
East Anglia Refusal Letter
By Steve McIntyre
March 9th, 2007
FOI Request to Phil Jones
By Steve McIntyre
Tuesday, March 6th, 2007 at 10:29 am
Barabinsk, Russia 57N, 77E
By Steve McIntyre
Friday, March 2nd, 2007 at 10:17 am
Reading meteo.ru Data
By Steve McIntyre
Friday, March 2nd, 2007 at 9:11 am
Gridcell 62N, 77E: Tarko-Sale, Russia
By Steve McIntyre
March 1st, 2007
Malye Karmakuly, Russia (#2)
By Steve McIntyre
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007 at 12:33 pm
Phil Jones and the Kazakh Copper Smelter (47N 67E)
By Steve McIntyre
Monday, February 26th, 2007 at 3:51 pm
Phil Jones and the Great Leap Forward
By Steve McIntyre
Sunday, February 25th, 2007 at 2:34 pm
Phil Jones and the Dutiful Comrades
By Steve McIntyre
February 17th, 2007
HadCRU3 versus GISS
By Steve McIntyre


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Thread: Talk To Me About Kendo
2/03/2014 12:53pm, #1
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Talk To Me About Kendo
The purpose of this thread is for people who have done Kendo to answer one question for me - is it fun or is it boring?
I've been away from training altogether for a while. I miss it sometimes but truthfully I'm not motivated to go back to getting the **** kicked out of me or getting twisted into a pretzel three times a week.
Kendo looks like it could be fun. It also looks like it could be boring as hell and possibly get old fast. That's where you come in. Is it fun, or is it fun for like a week and then boring? Help a brother out.
By the way, please don't annoy me with bullshit about the validity of Kendo as a fighting art or any of that crap. I know what Kendo is. I don't need you to educate me on the importance of defending a double leg takedown or any such ****.
Is. It. Fun?
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2/03/2014 1:18pm, #2
It's really boring before it gets fun. You can expect 3 months minimum of basics drills before you get to spar. Also the mindset is very traditional, so it is very much "do it this way and this way only", at least at the start. If you figure you can handle all that, then yes it gets fun.
Also like any other martial art, a lot depends on the instructor and club culture/environment.
Where do you live?
2/03/2014 1:26pm, #3
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Is my understanding correct that there are really only a handful of techniques in Kendo and you practice them over and over and over again? And if that's the case, does sparring remain fun or does even that get old because of the limited number of techniques? Or are there always little nuances that you're learning that keep it interesting?
2/03/2014 1:36pm, #4
I've never done Kendo, but I've watched their training a lot when I was in New Orleans.
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2/03/2014 1:40pm, #5
Well there's always that cycle of getting bored with one thing or another. But the real interesting part of kendo is making that small set of techniques work on another person. Ironically for many people (50%+) getting into armour is what causes them to quit. It's physically a lot tougher, and the aggression is difficult for some to handle. The pressure you experience especially from senior people is hard to describe. Also it's a big test of your ego if you are young, athletic and normally a quick study at sports. Getting crushed repeatedly by some geriatric little Japanese guy can be hard to take. However to me that's what makes it fun - after 30 years, I am still getting better. That's the unique thing about kendo - all the old farts are still on the floor, usually wiping it with the young 'uns.
As far as nuances - as you get better, it's not so much the physical stuff as the mental. Of course you do have to execute, but we are striving to beat the other guy mentally. Win, then cut goes the saying.
At any rate, the best thing to do as always is give it a try. Visit a club, visit a few if you are lucky enough to live somewhere with options. Watch a practice, talk to the sensei, talk to some students.
2/03/2014 1:45pm, #6
Regarding the set of waza - there are 4 targets, 3 cuts and a thrust. However there are a lot of ways to set them up and to defend so there is more variety than it initially appears. But yeah, quite limited compared to some stuff you might have seen. However, it all works at full speed, and that speed is very quick. Video doesn't give you the real sense of just how quick.
2/03/2014 4:42pm, #7
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Another question. How rough is Kendo on your knees? I've seen some squatting and some explosiveness during attacks.
I have a bum left knee that I've procrastinated on getting fixed. I can spring off of it okay and I can do squats fine when I lift. It's a weird injury and certain things make my knee give out. Like landing on my left leg with my knee bent deeply.
Which foot is forward in a proper Kendo stance? From videos, it looks like it's right foot forward, right? I'm right handed, if that makes a difference. If I spring forward and land on my right leg, I'm fine.
2/03/2014 4:56pm, #8
Another kendo quirk - we don't care if you are left or right handed, you are fighting right. That means left hand at the bottom of the hilt, right foot forward, drive with the left foot and land on the right.
If you have a chronic knee injury the etiquette can be modified to accommodate it.
Generally speaking kendo is pretty easy on the body compared to anything else.
2/03/2014 5:29pm, #9
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Yes. Kendo is fun. Echoing everything Neil said. Sometimes its gets frustrating and you feel like you're in a training rut, but that's the same with everything.
You get a lot of honest feedback from being hit, not a lot of talking goes on (at my dojo at least - too much effort when you're in bogu), and it can be a great workout.
Plus - you get to hit people with pretend swords - what is more fun that that? My dojo is a traditional japanese one (i'm one of the only non-Japanese people there as it is conducted in japanese due to lot of ex-pats are here) so we do formal kata every time at the beginning. From the sounds of it, this isn't the norm.
Just be careful with the timing in joining up - seems to be that after every new samurai or ninja movie comes out (as 47 ronin is out now), there is an increase in new members. As Neil said, the first few months are spent on footwork and basics, so you get a number of people coming along wanting to do anime moves and chanbara, so depending on the dojo you go to, they may not seem too welcoming at first. There seems to be a bit of a "we'll wait and see if they stick around attitude before investing too much energy" vibe - again, that could just be my experience. You're a big boy - you can handle it.
It can attract japanophiles, but they tend to move on pretty quickly too.
2/03/2014 5:52pm, #10
Sorry to butt in on this thread, but I have a question about kendo, hope ya don't mind.
What, if any, are the differences between kendo and kenjutsu?
When I was in college and a member of a Shotokan club, one of the other members said he'd "done some kenjutsu". I asked him if that was anything like kendo. He said that kendo is a lot more of a sport than a martial art and that it pretty much consists of just a few movements and strikes that you just do over and over. He said kenjutsu, on the other hand, is an actual combat art and that, while there are some basic moves and techniques across the board, there are dozens of different styles, all with their own unique methods, but that each kendo school is pretty much the same as any other.
I just nodded my head and didn't say anything. To this day, though, I am still wondering...is there any truth to that or was he just giving me a big plate of crap?


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It had been two days since we'd heard about the Marauders' party, and yet the news still hadn't died down. The corridors were buzzing about who was asking who, what people were going to wear, and whether any of the Marauders had dates yet.
Frankly though, I didn't sodding care.
This entire thing was just ridiculous. What was the point of working up energy to obsess about dress robes and potential boyfriends? And no, my resentment wasn't just due to the fact that my prospects were grim and the only person yet to ask me anywhere was a spider-collecting Hufflepuff with a nervous tic.
And it wasn't helping matters that Emma, Florence, Lily and Mary were just as bad as the mindless drones that twittered on about those inane things. Not only were they lusting after the Marauders like every other bloody girl in the school, but they were constantly asking me whether I planned on going and if so, was I going with Davey? A question they continued to ask with poorly concealed amusement.
It was enough to give me a headache. A headache bad enough to warrant me, Iris Wright, to skip yet another lesson this week - these bloody House Bonding lessons were nothing but a bad influence.
So there I was, roaming the halls when I should have been sitting demurely in Ancient Runes, listening intently to Professor Babbling (whose name suited her perfectly, by the way) drone on about the importance of hieroglyphs and logograms.
I suppose I really had been led astray by Sirius Black, Davey Gudgeon and Gwenog Jones.
'Pricks,' I muttered to myself furiously, blaming them for the fact that my grades were most likely going to take a blow from all the bunking I'd been doing – which I was sure my parents were not going to relish.
Still, it had given me an excuse to explore Hogwarts castle and think everything through. I trailed my fingers along the rough stone walls of whichever corridor I was now walking through, carefully avoiding turning my head towards any classroom doors in case I was identified.
First of all, what in the name of Merlin was I going to do about Davey? I didn't exactly want to go out with him, but he was quickly becoming my only choice, and I would absolutely loathe being by myself at the Marauders' party, since I was certain that my friends would be preoccupied with their dates. What kind of message would that send to Si-people? I quickly corrected myself. I didn't care what he thought. And I didn't want to break the poor boy's heart, either – he'd seemed embarrassed when I pretended to rush off to the loo to clean my robes. So embarrassed that he'd also fabricated an excuse to leave. Plus, I'd have to face him at some point.
Secondly, what was going on with Florence at the moment? One minute she was obsessed with Rabastan, and the next she'd rushed off to chat up Peter Pettigrew? With apparent selective amnesia, as she'd seemed to have forgotten what she'd done earlier. Since then, every time we'd attempted to make her explain herself, she'd just shrug and say, "I changed my mind. I wanted someone better than Rabastan." The old Florence would never have considered Peter better than Rabastan. The materialistic, shallow Florence, who I was actually starting to miss. This new Florence was spouting self-help advice like "don't settle for less than you deserve". Not to mention that she wasn't spending her entire life grooming herself in front of the mirror. I didn't exactly love these aspects of her personality before, but at least she'd had a personality. Now she was a mantra-chanting robot.
And speaking of Peter Pettigrew, how the bloody hell could he have been in two places at the same time? One possible method was the Time-Turner, which I'd read about, but it was unbelievably rare and only provided to very gifted students by the Ministry of Magic. And Peter wasn't exactly a genius. The other day, Emma informed me, he'd asked her if she thought that Dumbledore was a vampire, because, and I quote, "he's been alive for so long".
Furthermore, what was Avery doing sneaking into the Slytherin common room that night? Mary told me he'd been expelled, along with Mulciber, for casting the Cruciatus curse on her – an event which had made me yearn to return the favour. But I'd thought, at least they were expelled and couldn't do any more damage. Although now it seemed Avery could come and go as he pleased, and it evidently wasn't exactly a one-time occurrence since there'd been no shouts, gasps, or screams of protests coming from the Slytherins' grimy lair.
Everything was just a big bloody mess. And I had no idea what to do about any of it.
It was just as I was thinking about what a sorry state of affairs I was in that I spotted Sirius, skulking around the corridors in pretty much the same mood I was in. Which, coincidentally, was despair with just a hint of confusion.
I sighed and gritted my teeth, knowing that he'd notice me in a minute so I might as well do the awkward introductions and be on my way.
"Hi, Black."
He looked up sharply, but relaxed when he saw me. "Wright," he nodded back.
I looked around uncomfortably at my surroundings for a bit, digging for something to say. I settled on the possibilities of the next House Bonding lesson – no way was I going to mention his stupid party.
"So, what d'you reckon we're going to be doing for the next House Bonding lesson?" I asked hesitantly.
"I couldn't care less," he said shortly. "Listen, do you mind if we talk for a minute?"
"I thought that was what were doing," I replied, stung by his off-hand behaviour.
"About something else," he said, his mouth quirking up in one corner.
"Fine." I shrugged, crossing my arms and staring at him in what I hoped was an intimidating manner. "What is it you want to say?"
He looked discomfited, rubbing the back of his neck in the way he did when he was going to say something he didn't want to. It bought back a rush of familiarity I wasn't sure I was happy with.
"Erm, fair enough, I just wanted to, you know, I'm sure that you probably – that is to say, it's a possibility…"
"Spit it out." I sighed.
"Yeah, er, it's just that – obviously other people will have, I mean, you're an attractive girl – woman, so…"
"What?" I demanded hotly, my temper rising.
"D'you want to go to the party I'm having?"
"Oh." I said, my shoulders relaxing. "I already am. Is that it?"
"No, no, you don't understand – I mean, with me. As my date."
My mouth fell open in a really unattractive way. In fact, I had to physically move around my jaw a little bit to click it back to its proper place.
"What? Are you serious?"
"Always." He grinned, his effortless charm back.
I exhaled, ignoring his terrible pun. "No, really. You expect me to go to your party with you? After we agreed to stay out of each others' business?"
He looked taken aback. "Well, only if you want to. I mean, I'm not going to force you."
"Do you remember what you did to me, Sirius?" I asked him angrily, holding back the tears of frustration and hurt that threatened to well up in my eyes, "or have you forgotten already?"
"No, I haven't forgotten, but it's different now, isn't it?"
"No." I informed him abruptly. "I can't trust you ever again. I've promised to make an effort and be friendly towards you, but that's it."
"I've changed." He pleaded softly. "Honestly, I have."
"I seem to recall you saying that to me a while ago." I said coldly. "Somewhere between girls four and five."
A flash of pain went across his eyes.
I laughed in disbelief. How could he be hurt? He didn't have the right to feel hurt. He was the one who was unfaithful. The last thing I needed at the moment was Sirius Black adding more misery to my life - so I ignored the pulling sensation of desperately wanting to scream "yes!" and quite possibly throw myself at him.
"The only reason you're even asking me is because you feel sorry for me, and I'm not going out with you on a pity date." I sighed; certain that this would make him back off.
"It's not a pity date!" He exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked. "It's not. Let me prove it to you, Iris. Please, just let me show you I've changed."
"I can't." I said resolutely. "I can't go through all that again."
"It won't be the same." He said quietly, stepping forward and holding my gaze intently.
I sighed, wanting so much to accept but unsure that I could trust him. Though… I couldn't help remembering that he had shown me how different he'd become over the last few months. He'd been trustworthy and dependable in House Bonding in a way that he hadn't before in our relationship. Maybe he really had changed.
"Alright." I said, closing my eyes and hoping that I wouldn't regret it. "I'll go to your bloody party with you."
He grinned, a brilliant and honest smile that lit up his whole face. "Thank you."
"You better not make me sorry for this," I warned him. "Or I'll set Gwenog on you."
He laughed at my feeble joke. "I'd be more scared of Davey and his spiders."
I smiled, then looked up him. "Please, Sirius. Tell me you won't do it again."
"I won't." He said sincerely. "I promise."
I couldn't be bothered to tell the girls about what had happened. There was sure to be a big situation ('you did what!?') that I just didn't want to deal with. So instead I went straight to Davey.
And there he was, crouching amongst the owl dung and dirty straw, cooing appreciatively to a large black owl.
Rowena was in here somewhere. I never visited her, a fact that I felt slightly guilty about. At least, I did until I remembered the fact that she liked to nip at my ears; a fact I was annoyingly reminded of until I swatted her away.
"Alright, Davey?" I asked, ignoring the guilt that burned in my stomach.
He jumped up, looking at me nervously. "Oh, hello Iris."
There was an awkward pause as I tried to work out what to say. I was certain that "Davey, I've found someone better, and it's my cheating ex-boyfriend" wasn't going to work.
"Davey, I've thought about… what you asked me in the Three Broomsticks the other day." I began.
"You have?" He said eagerly. "And?"
I sighed. "I'm really sorry, but I can't. I'm already going out with someone else. Sort of."
His face fell. "You are?"
"Yeah. I think."
"So – I'm not even in with a chance?" He said sadly.
"I'm sorry." I repeated, looking down at my feet guiltily.
"Would this "someone else" be Sirius Black, by any chance?" he asked suddenly.
My neck snapped up painfully. "Yes – ow! How do you know that?"
"Lucky guess." He said bitterly.
My eyes narrowed in confusion. How could he have known? Had Sirius been talking to him about me?
"Davey? How did you know that?"
"Doesn't matter." He said abruptly, moving swiftly past me. "I have to go."
So I was left alone in the Owlery, standing on the dropping strewn-floor, listening to the screeching of the owls, and feeling thoroughly perplexed.
Well, that was one situation resolved… maybe. Now it was time to tackle Florence.
I headed down to the Ravenclaw dormitories, where I was sure I'd find her in exactly the same position I'd left her in this morning – foetal, rocking backwards and forwards on her bed and repeating her mantras to herself. Yeah, things had gotten bad.
I walked into the common room, scanning around for Florence. Nope, she wasn't here. I waved at a few people I recognised and walked up to the dormitories. I rapped my knuckles on the door. "Florence?"
No reply.
I turned the handle and walked into the room. Her bed was made, her trunk was tidy, and all her make up and accessories had been cleared off the dressing table she had claimed for herself on the first day we moved in. What the bloody hell? Florence was never this neat.
I sighed and tapped my knuckles on my bed frame, thinking about where she could be. I had no idea what had happened inside the Slytherin common room, but it had changed Florence for the worst, and I knew that I had to intervene before she did something stupid.
Just as I was about to exit back through the door and search for her, Lily floated in, looking annoyingly happy.
"Hello?" I said, wondering what had happened to make her so weird.
"Hi, Iris." She replied, smiling.
"What happened?" I asked her.
"I asked James to the party, and he said yes!" she exclaimed happily.
"Oh wow, well done!" I congratulated her, thinking about how funny it is was to hear her say she'd asked James out.
"Thanks." She replied, beaming. "You know, if you'd asked me last year, or last month even, whether I'd go anywhere near James Potter willingly, I would have laughed at you."
"I know." I said, grinning. "I think that's the first time you've even said "James" instead of "Potter"."
"Merlin, I think it is," she realised. "How things change."
How they did indeed.
"Anyway, have you seen Florence anywhere? I'm worried about her."
"No." She said, frowning. "I'll help you look though. Ever since that night, she's been completely different."
I nodded, biting my lip. "What do you think happened?"
"I have no idea." Lily replied. "But it can't have been good."
"Look at her stuff." I tipped my head towards her belongings.
Lily turned around and took in the unusual sight. "Whoa, what happened there? She's never that tidy."
We exchanged a concerned look, and started walking around, looking for Florence.
"Did I tell you?" Lily asked me, giggling. "About what Severus has been doing lately?"
I laughed. "No, what?"
"Ever since the Marauders announced that they were having a party, someone's been leaving a black rose outside our dorm every night."
I stared at her, my urge to laugh gone. "Lily! That's just creepy…you mean he's been getting up into common room?"
"Well yeah," she shrugged. "As much as I hate to say it, he is fairly clever."
"How do you know it's him?" I asked.
"Who else would it be?" she replied.
"True." I admitted. "So why a black rose?"
She sighed. "When we first became friends, he asked me if I was named after the flower. I told him yeah, my parents were very into gardening, then he joked that if he was named after a flower it would be a black rose."
"Pshh," I snorted. "More like a Venus Flytrap."
She elbowed me. "Anyway, I think it's meant to be a sort of invitation or something."
"That's just a little bit disturbing.' I said, my eyebrows furrowing. 'I think he has problems."
She laughed. "Probably."
We had just turned around the corner when we banged straight into Emma, and sent her flying.
"Oh crap, sorry!" Lily exclaimed, and I held out my hand to help her up.
She grabbed it and pulled herself up, straightening her robes and pulling them over her bum with dignity.
"It's too late, everyone's seen it now." I grinned.
She smiled faintly, picking up her school books and shoving them back in her bag.
"Need any help?" Lily asked her.
"No, thanks," she replied quietly.
I looked at Lily, worried. The fall couldn't have disturbed her quite that much. Usually she would have laughed it off.
"What's up?" I questioned.
She took a deep breath. "I don't know if I should tell you."
My eyes narrowed. "What is it?"
She swallowed. "I've just seen Sirius and Florence… together."
"What do you mean by "together"?" I said breathlessly, my heart lurching forward and skipping a beat.
"Iris – they were kissing."
I backed away, shaking my head. "That's impossible. You're wrong."
"I'm sorry," she said solemnly. "But it's true."
"I don't believe you!" I shouted angrily, my eyes burning with the urge to cry.
"I'll show you." She led me up to the broom cupboard on the third floor; Lily following us silently.
"They're in there," she whispered, pointing to the door.
Numb, I pushed it open. Florence was wrapped around Sirius, kissing him passionately. His hands were tangled up in her hair, and her leg was around his waist.
My heart tightened, as if it was being squeezed in my ribcage.
"You promised." I choked out accusingly.
He looked up, saw me, and grinned. "I don't change my ways that easily, Wright."
His hair was tousled and his pupils were completely dilated, making his eyes appear black.
"You fucking bastard!" I cried out, tears now running down my face.
I turned to Florence. "How could you?"
She shrugged, her dark expression mirroring his. "Because I'm better than you, and I deserve him."
I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing away the tears.
"Aw, don't cry Iris," Florence said. "It makes you look ugly."
Sirius laughed, then turned back to her and started kissing her again.
I stepped backwards, slamming the door on them both, and ran for it. I didn't know where I was running, and I didn't care. I just wanted to get away from them.
God, I never learnt my lesson, did I? I knew I couldn't trust him. But I blindly did it anyway, just because he made a fucking promise.
Well, I should have known. A promise from Sirius Black was nothing but a lie.
I sprinted through the school, my legs feeling weak and my head spinning. I was so dizzy.
"Maybe I should stop for a minute," I thought to myself.
That was my last thought before I collapsed, and everything went black.
My eyelids are so heavy.
I tried to open them, catching a glimpse of three blurry people.
Maybe I've gone blind?
I tried again, pushing them open blearily. The three faces sharpened into focus, turning into Lily, Emma and Mary. They were looking down at me worriedly.
"She's awake!" Mary shouted in relief.
I winced. "Calm down, I plan to use my eardrums later in life."
Lily looked concerned. "You okay?"
"No,' I replied groggily. "Where am I? What happened?"
Emma and Lily looked at each other. "You don't remember anything?"
"Does she have amnesia?!" Mary asked excitedly, bouncing in her seat. "This is brilliant! Just like on those Wizard soaps!" The others turned around to glare at her reproachfully, and she caught on, mumbling, "sorry".
"-I remember looking for Florence." I interjected. "And then I remember talking to Lily..."
"…Then what?" Emma asked gently.
"I don't know, I don't remember anything after that. Oh wait! I remember something about a door?" I questioned, uncertain of what to make of my hazy memories.
Emma looked anxious. "Try to think back."
"Why is everyone so sad?" I laughed nervously. "Cheer up! I'm alive."
No one smiled.
I sighed irritably, and obediently closed my eyes and tried to remember. Bits and pieces started returning.
Long blonde hair, tangled up in someone's hands…
A lean, tanned leg, curved around a toned waist…
A pair of familiar dark eyes laughing at me…
…Sirius and Florence.
The familiar sting of tears returned to my eyes.
"Oh Iris." Lily said, noticing my facial expression and realising that I had remembered what had happened, "We're so sorry."
"Don't worry." I exhaled, brushing my eyes roughly. "I should have known better."
"No one could have known." Emma reassured me, stroking my back.
"Yes, I could.' I sighed. 'It's happened before and it will happen again. I just hate myself for believing that he'd honestly changed."
They all looked lost for words.
"Seriously, it's fine." I sighed, holding up my hands.
"God, Florence is such a cow." Mary blurted out loyally
I laughed humourlessly, grateful for their support.
"No one knew." Emma said, thoughtfully. "No one knew what she was really like."
"Yeah, I've known her for six years now, and she may be self-obsessed but she was never deliberately spiteful or vindictive to me," I said.
"People change," shrugged Lily.
"It's true," Mary agreed. "I never would have thought that Florence was capable of doing something like this, but there you go. You never know what people are really like."
"No, you don't." I agreed quietly.
All of a sudden, I felt an overwhelming need to get out of bed. I struggled to pull myself up and threw off the heavy sheets smothering me.
"What are you doing?" cried Emma, pulling me back down. "You're not supposed to get out of bed yet."
Lily nodded. "Madam Pomfrey said so."
"Sod Madam Pomfrey," I said crossly, moving over to the side of the bed so that I could sit up. "I want to talk to someone."
Lily, Emma and Mary looked at each other with raised eyebrows but decided to leave me alone.
I carefully got up off the bed and stood up. My legs ached a bit but other than that, I was fine. I walked stiffly out of the Hospital Wing with my head held high.
"Iris, you're still wearing your hospital robes!" Emma shouted out.
I really didn't care.
Marching over to the Hufflepuff common room, I hid patiently behind a statue of Andros the Invincible until a blonde girl in yellow robes turned around the corner. She muttered a password (just loud enough for me to hear) to a still life painting of fruit in a blue bowl. Once she had passed through to the common room, I walked up to the painting and bent down until I was face-to-face with an orange.
Feeling stupid, I echoed "charitable" nervously. The still life slid aside and a large circular hole cut into the wall was revealed.
Triumphantly, I crouched down and stepped awkwardly into the small hole.
The immediate glare of yellow filled my eyes as I glanced around the busy room, which was painted in a bright shade of banana. Squinting, I searched for Davey, ignoring the weird looks I was getting from people.
"Hello, can I help you?" a kind dark-haired girl asked me politely.
"Hi, yeah… thanks. I'm looking for Davey? Gudgeon?"
"Oh yeah, I know Davey. I'll get him for you."
"Thank you!" I said in relief. Hufflepuffs were so nice.
She wandered off and I was left alone, giving people evil looks for staring at me in my grungy hospital robes. I looked around at my surroundings, noting the round wooden furniture and plump yellow armchairs. "Thank Merlin I'm not a Hufflepuff." I thought to myself, grateful for the muted dark tones of our common room.
The girl appeared from a small round door, pulling Davey through with her. She said something to him and pointed to me, and a blush erupted on his cheeks.
Timidly, he walked over to where I was standing. "Iris, I'd like to apologise for the way I acted earlier today. It's none of my business who does or doesn't court you, and I'd be very grateful if you could forgive me for being so rude."
"Don't worry about it, Davey," I sighed, ignoring the fact that he'd used the word court. "Turns out you were right."
He looked at me curiously.
"About Sirius." I explained. "He's still a two-timing tosser."
"Oh." He replied evenly, seeming uncertain of whether to be sympathetic or happy.
"Anyway, what I came here to say, is that –" I gulped. "- I'd love to go to the Gryffindor party with you."
He gave a whoop of joy. "Yes! I knew you'd come to your senses eventually."
I smiled stiffly. "So. I'll see you later."
"Wait!" he exclaimed, grabbing me by the wrist. "Don't you want to come up to my dorm and er… see my spider collection?"
I tried not to shudder. "As tempting as that sounds, I'm going to have to say no."
He looked disappointed, dropping his grip. "Well, never mind. I'll show you my hairy monsters another time."
"I'm sure you will." I muttered under my breath. "Listen Davey, I really have to go, yeah? I'll talk to you at House Bonding."
And with that hit of realisation, I remembered that not only was Davey in my House Bonding group, but Sirius was too.
Which meant I'd still have to endure another nine months of him.
As well as facing him at the Marauders' party.
A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait, I've been busy with coursework and stuffs. I hope you enjoyed it (despite the horrible twist!) and as always, reviews and favourite quotes are amazing. Oh, plus I'd be interested to hear your predictions about what you think is going to happen :D
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Discussion in 'Landscape & Cityscape' started by JTHphoto, Jan 31, 2007.
That looks so similar to a place I shot around here Complete with log and little yellow flowers.
Nice shot- clean & green. Still Az?
thanks guys,
woodsac - so where's the shot? i don't remember seeing it? wouldn't want to miss out...
abraxas - yep, AZ from last summer. White Mountains, near the New Mexico border in August. This shot (or rather 5 shots) has been bugging me since then. I finally downloaded Photomatix tonight and tried HDR for the first time. so far it is the best rendition i have been able to come up with. I'm just a little slow getting up on the HDR bandwagon, but I think I am going to enjoy it...
I don't know if I ever posted it here?
Don't give up on HDR...it's great and you'll enjoy it!!!
Looks great. Especially for early work on hdr. I haven't been able to get a handle on it, but haven't given up quite yet. I've been trying RAW and like it. I shot a few with the intention of making them hdr but never get past the the first step of making two-three .jpgs to work with.
That is beautiful country- Keep up the good work.
BTW, bracketing? No hdr cloud smear.
You only FORGOT to dedicate this thread to me, Jason, didn't you?
You had meant to, I am sure, given this is a GREEN meadow, right?
Well done and well done on delving into the HDR adventure, I am about to do the same, but still haven't gotten much farther than downloading the demo version of Photomatix.
(If you want to get rid of the watermarks, do you have to register and then pay a monthly fee or do you only have to register and it is still free?)
Did you post that here? becuase I think i remember what shot that was.
Beautiful shot, JTH!!! Love the composition. Such a peaceful scene...I could stare at that view for hours.
awesome, it could have been taken in the same meadow... where was this taken?
i guess it just wasnt very windy that day... i'm don't even remember how I bracketed these 5 shots, i think it was just random - i was shooting like a madman that day... :mrgreen:
Too funny, I was soooo close to dedicating it to you, but I just figured you would know it was just for you, by the color alone. I can't take a photo of anything green anymore without thinking of "the Cheerful Corinna".
i didn't get the watermark professional version, so i'm not sure of the cost. i just downloaded the freeware so as not to get confused or tempted by additional features. when i get the hang of this one i might download the bigger and better version.
thanks Anty! that's one of my favorite places, i try to spend a week up there every summer, so I can stare at those scenes for hours...
Great shot JTH> :thumbup: :thumbup:
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Sophronius was born in Damascus (Syria) in 550 A.D. ca. He was about 30, and a rethor by profession, when he went to the Holy Land and joined the monastery of St. Theodosius, near Bethlehem. With his companion John Moschus, he made long journeys through Egypt and North Africa seeking the conversion of different Monophysite communities there.
In 633/4 A.D. he became Patriarch of Jerusalem. His death followed soon the Islamic conquest of Jerusalem in 638 A.D. Both history and tradition speak of the very important part he took in establishing the peace treaty with Ummar Ibn al-Khattab, the general commander of the Arab armies.
Sophronius' writings are of theological, hagiographical and poetical nature. He wrote a collection of poems called Anacreontica. His Anacreontica 19 and 20 seems to be an expression of the longing desire he had of the Holy City, possibly when he was absent from Jerusalem during one of his many journeys. The order of the two poems has to be inverted to establish a correct sequence of the diverse subjects. Arranged in this way, the two poems describe a complete circuit throughout the most important sanctuaries of Jerusalem at the end of 6th century, which is the golden age of Christianity in the Holy Land.
The gates of Jerusalem (or Solyma), the Anastasis, the Rock of the Cross, the Constantinian Basilica, Mount Sion, the Praetorium, St. Mary at the Probatica, Gethsemane are the themes of Anacreonticon 20. The Mount of Olives, Bethany, Bethlehem come next in Anacreonticon 19.
We will try to comment Sophronius' text with images taken from a famous wooden reliquarium (Musei Vaticani - Rome) which is contemporary to Sophronius' work, as well as with photographs from the Holy Places themselves. Numbers in brackets from [19:1-18] to [20:95-102] correspond to the commonly adopted subdivision of the text, and constitute links to a file containing images of the original greek text. A book icon () indicates a link to a file containing biblical texts or to additional sources.
English translation by John Wilkinson (Jerusalem Pilgrims before the Crusades, 1977).
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