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To develop a boules pitch, as a new area of village activity to appeal to all ages within the community.
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The TVA was formed in 2007. It promotes the interests and well-being of the village community as a whole. It also provides a link between different groups in the village. It liaises with other local associations and bodies, together with the parish and District Council and its ward councillors. The TVA holds monthly meetings and is administered by an elected committee of not less than 9 members, including officers. The committee appoints working groups to tackle specific projects and issues. Working groups are self-managing and report back to the main committee on a regular basis.
A few of the projects and support provided to residents include: Production of a 2020 vision Community Plan, provided the village with a defibrillator, created a Welcome Pack, which is distributed to all newcomers to the village, issues a free quarterly newsletter to all residents, developed 5 local walks for tourists and residents, supports Thurstonland Community Choir, is part of the project team with the St Thomas' Church PCC in re-developing the church to a more welcoming warm and relaxing building for use by village groups.
How would this funding have an impact on your community?
A small working group is currently planning to provide the village with a boules pitch. A detailed schedule of works has been drawn up in consultation with Kirklees Council landscape team. There will be 2 'lanes' on the site enabling a minimum of 12 people to play at the same time, whilst other could watch or await a turn. Boules is a very sociable game and has proved very popular in neighbouring villages. The pitch will be 'all weather', which in itself has an impact on how tactically the game is played, but also makes it available for players all the year round. The funding we hope you could provide would help toward the cost of the project.
Once constructed the pitch will be available to everyone in the village, from the young to the old. Just 10% of skill and 90% of luck is required to play the game. A village team will no doubt be formed, which may then enter in competitions and perhaps a league in due course. Several challenges have already been received! Our overall aim is to provide a facility that can be enjoyed by everyone locally, and draw in people from the wider community to enjoy both a game of boules, in a very pleasant Pennine village.
"'Boules is a sport for all ages and will be a focal point of village life.'
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Apple's Mighty Mouse is either loved or hated. The sleek design with seemingly no right click often confuses PC users. Everything from the side buttons to the scroll wheel look futuristic however this device decided to put form over function.
This little device makes me want destroy something beautiful. I have never wanted to destroy a peripheral more than this mouse. From the fact that you have to literally pick your hand up off of the mouse to make a right click to the ever malfunctioning scroll wheel, you can't win with this mouse.
I first purchased this mouse around March of last year as a somewhat birthday present for myself. I was only drawn to the device because it offered a way to use a mouse with my MacBook without needing a stupid USB RF receiver like most Microsoft or Logitech mice. I paid $60 for a world of hurt I had no idea was coming.
In about 4 months the scroll ball started to act up. The first thing you notice about this mouse is the scroll ball and it's ability to scroll in all directions. It's a novelty that quickly wears off the second it starts to act up. Scrolling down became a nightmare. Somehow something got inside the scroll ball compartment and was stopping vertical scrolling, 99% of the scrolling you will encounter.
Not only is the scroll ball unique but it's impossible to clean. I found a few guides on taking the mouse apart but what surprised me is how the mouse is in fact put together. If you have ever taken a Microsoft Intellipoint mouse apart you'll know there are stickers in place to keep certain parts together. This mouse uses brittle plastic O-rings to hold the bottom compartment together with fragile tabs and easy to rip apart ribbon cables. There was no way I was going to perform open heart surgery on a $60 mouse only to have it clog again.
I called Apple who couldn't find my serial number on file. After back and forth with an Indian call center I finally got a replacement next day. Another 4 months pass and the scroll ball is starting to give up. Could it get worse?
So lets talk about that right click. The mouse is supposed to understand where the pressure is located in order to differentiate between a left click and a right click. On both of the mice I had in order for a right click to register I will have to completely remove my hand from the mouse and push on the right side of the edge near the side buttons. Have you ever had a mouse force you to take your hand off of it in order to do an action?
If you are in the market for a new mouse please stay away from the Mighty Mouse until a new version comes out that addresses these problems. I can't stress enough that you will enjoy the mouse while it is new however after you start to use it daily these tragic flaws will start to appear.
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Friday, January 8, 2010
People in glass houses, shouldn't...... (throw stones?)
They say people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. Well, if you lived in this house, I'd add to that list:
* Walk around the house naked
* Dance around like a fool when you think no one is looking
* Shower
* Go to the toilet
* Get up to any hanky panky
Whilst this house is breathtaking and I LOVE lot's of glass in a house, I don't think I could live in this one, I'd be too scared to do a damn thing!
Concept house by Santambrogiomilano
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L-Avventuri ta' Sammy: Il-Battalja Kontra Titus by Lydia McKay McIntyre. In the story, we find Sammy, a little boy who leaves his home and life behind to go and live in Switzerland. Here he ends up living in a very mysterious house. Sammy is in fact expected, at this mysterious house, and he is entrusted with a book and a box full of magical artifacts. These magical objects lead him to win a battle against the evil people of another world who were sent to destroy our world. The book contains a number of QR codes where the reader can continue with the adventures online.


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Today a huge shout-out goes to all my lovely friends (and customers!) in Canada. It's a day for barbecues and brewskies, and I hope everyone gets the chance to relax in the sunshine.
These pics are a real blast from the past, and one thing they've all got in common is lots and lots of RED & WHITE!
What does an honorary Canadian do on Canada Day when they're not in Canada?
Drag a whole bunch of friends to Trafalgar Square and celebrate with Canada Day in the Capital…the English capital that is! We may have been in England, but the weather was decidedly Canadian. The sun was shining and I was rocking the stetson, if I do say so myself 😉
Who doesn't love drinking a Molson while watching some Mounties? Throw in some good ol' Canadian bands up on stage and it was a great day out. Unfortunately, the whole sh'bang isn't happening this year, so this lost Canuck is going to have to find something else to do.
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1 Country or City? on Thu 09 Jun 2011, 11:07 am
Would you rather live in the quit, peaceful, beautiful country or the loud, upbeat, exciting city?
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Mimi wrote:I live in a very unique environment. I'm sort of in the country about 20 minutes from the suburbs part of a major city but.....this place where I live has a unique designation......technically it is a gated golf course community with 2 courses but it has been designated a wildlife preserve also. We have a lot of extra 'wild' land for hiking and 5 'small' man-made lakes for water reservoirs near a wild river. We also back on a wild life conservancy. We have custom homes set back on different size lots....not a rubber stamp type subdivision. There are few fences to allow the wildlife free passage and the fences we do have are wrought iron so you can see through them and only 5 ft tall so the deer can jump over them. We have tons of deer (some people complain when they eat their plants), wild turkey, quail, raccoon, geese in season, the occasional cougar, coyote and a family of bobcats under the bridge at the end of the 12th hole on the south. We have a 25 mph speed limit and almost everyone uses a golf cart to get around when here at 'home'. We have a small shopping center across the street with a post office, fire station, gas station, small grocery, Burger King, Chinese restaurant, Mexican restaurant, pizza, hair salon, fitness, real estate, and a few other things. We also have 3 churches. There are about 2500 households out here.....but we are about 20 minutes from 'real' civilization'................Its so safe out here most of the law enforcement live here (sheriff deputies, The Sheriff and past Sheriffs, correctional officers, highway patrol, etc. Most kids think it is kind of boring here because we are so far out but the homeowners association does put on 'teen' stuff down at our amphitheater at the lake pretty regularly. Its also kind of what you want to make of it.....we don't have a community pool yet....its coming next year....but a lot of people have pools already. Obviously, golf is a big thing here but they also have tennis courts and we have sports fields. The real attraction is the quiet, the wildlife and the wide open spaces yet still having neighbors somewhat close by...it really is unique. When you first come here (if you don't like country) you think its to far out, then after a bit you realize its not so far after all....you drive the same distance time wise in town but without the stoplights, traffic and the business/store scenery.......The neighborhood is unlike any other I've ever been in all over the world and I don't think I want to live anywhere else.
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Further improvements to the method have been reported in (Rewien-ski and White, 2002), where a richer aggregated reduced basis is obtained by applying the Arnoldi method at each linearization point instead of only once. This results in improved accuracy and consequently reduces the order of the reduced model further. In the original implementation, the projection matrix V was constructed using a Krylov subspace based on a linearization about the initial state x0. In the new implementation, the above approach has been replaced by a three-step procedure. First, at each of the linearization points Xj, a reduced-order basis is generated in a suitable Krylov space corresponding to a linearized model generated at x*. Second, the union of all the bases is formed, and third, the set is reduced using singular value decomposition. The method for basis generation was replaced from the Arnoldi-based Krylov subspace method to the TBR (Truncated Balanced Realization) algorithm in (Vasilyev et al., 2003), and a hybrid method using both TBR and Krylov subspace has been implemented. It was found that the TBR-based methods gave better accuracy than the method in which the Krylov subspace was used solely.
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Galerkin methods are popular techniques for reduced-order modeling. In this section, we summarize both linear and nonlinear Galerkin methods for reduced-order modeling.
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The objective is to create a set of coupled ordinary differential equations that give an accurate representation of the dynamical behavior of the device. The approach is to formulate the dynamical behavior in terms of a finite set of orthonormal spatial basis functions, each with a time-dependent coefficient. Though this method is not typically analytical, it still forms a very important tool in the reduced-order modeling of microsystems that cannot be represented as lumped elements. Because of the relatively small number of state variables, the models can be quickly evaluated, and integrated over time. Such models can be readily inserted into circuit simulators for behavioral representation at the system level, including feedback effects around nonlinear devices. For completely numerical sets of ODEs, automatic model-order reduction can be implemented, at least for linear problems, and for nonlinear problems by using a combination of methods like the Krylov subspace techniques. The two most popular methods that fall under this category are the linear modes of vibration and Karhunen-Loeve decomposition.


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In our home each night at bedtime, without fail, our two boys ask us for 'a story with our lips'. This is something they have come to enjoy just as much or more than the storybooks we read to them before bed. Telling a story about something that happened when they were small or when Mom or Dad were little is enough to keep their minds busy until they drowsily fall off to sleep. (For the record, Nanny's stories with her lips are the best!)
In this new picture book, Sara O'Leary captures this common question that so many youngsters are interested in: what were they like when they were small. The exaggerated quips that young Henry's father shares with him include such funny ideas as wearing a thimble for a hat; taking a bath in a teapot; using a ruler for a toboggan and my favourite, being lost in the bottom of Mom's purse. As parents, we can all learn something from Henry's father, the more outrageous the story, the better.
Morstad's pictures are cleverly created using pen and ink and pale watercolours making the overall feel of the book somewhat old-fashioned in a most appealing way.
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FORT MYERS, Fla. -- Maureen Whitehead of Charlevoix shot 79-82 -- 161 to make the cut and earn a spot in match play at the USGA Senior Women's Amateur at Fiddlesticks Country Club.
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The London group of the British Thyroid Foundation (BTF), a national patient charity, is organising an event for thyroid patients and people with an interest in thyroid disorders at the Royal Free Hospital, London on Saturday, 10th May 2014.
Thyroid disease is very common and usually easily treated - one in 20 people in the UK have a thyroid disorder - yet it is largely a hidden disease and many cases, where treatment is not straightforward, it can have a devastating impact on people's lives.
Leading Endocrine Surgeon, Mr John Lynn, MS FRCS, will be giving a talk on Thyroid Controversial Topics.
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All past meetings of this local group have been extremely well attended and enjoyable
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This is expected to be a very popular subject, so many patients with thyroid conditions can become confused by controversy surrounding their illness, particularly if they have turned to the internet in search of answers, as many do in desperation. While they may often appreciate that the information they discover is likely to be of questionable quality still they yearn to get fuller answers about some of the controversies they come across and their doctors seem seldom to have the time or perhaps the specialist knowledge required to satisfy this need. And not all doctors agree with each other about some aspects of thyroid care. Research in some areas is lacking. The good doctors will often admit they don't have all the answers.
Patients who are struggling to be well often struggle to find the best solutions amidst such controversy, even when they have sympathetic clinicians. BTF provides excellent and comprehensive information, yet many patients remain frustrated and doubtful of what to believe.
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For more information or to book a place go to: http://btflondon.eventbrite.co.uk
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Mr John Lynn, MS FRCS Surgeon, a fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons for over 40years, previously Consultant Surgical Endocrinologist at Hammersmith Hospital and honourary Senior Lectureer in the Department of Survery Imperial College of Science Medicine and Technology is now in private practice at 9 Harley Street and has admitting rights and does ops in Weymouth Hospital, King Edward VII and the Lister Hospital: http://www.endocrinesurgeon.co.uk
The British Thyroid Foundation (BTF) is a national patient support charity dedicated to supporting people with thyroid disorders and helping their families and people around them to understand the condition. It works with medical professionals from the British Thyroid Association and the British Association of Endocrine and Thyroid Surgeons. Website www.btf-thyroid.org
The BTF London group, was launched in 2011 and meets around five times a year. We usually get around 50 attendees and feedback on all events so far has been very enthusiastic.
Lorraine Williams writes the increasingly popular Thyroid Hope blog, sharing her own experiences of thyroid disease and running the BTF London Group: www.thyroid-hope.blogspot.com
The Royal Free Hospital is six minutes walk from Belsize Park underground station, 14 minutes from Hampstead underground station, and just four minutes walk from Hampstead Heath railway station. The meeting will be held in The Atrium which will be clearly signposted from the main entrance. Parking space is extremely limited in the local area so attendees are encouraged to use public transport.


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this is the time of year for cold rainy day rides. i commute to and from the school i teach at and until recently - very recently in fact - i've been riding in shorts. temperatures are hovering around the single to low double-digits in celsius so it's been a manly character-building exercise in something that when asked to explain, i simply can't, not even to myself. i simple feel the need to do it.
however, those days are passing by as my hands now have gloves on them and my legs (no matter how hairy) are also covered, by riding pants.
the bike looks out onto the driveway ."oh no. not again".....
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I guess if your father is Italian then 'Roman' blood might not have been a big surprise. That Italian Irish thing is a very bad combination, almost as bad as the Scottish Irish thing, tends to produce maniacs lol.
Of course the Romans were here for a while but they didn't venture too far into my neck of the woods. They did send out a Legion to see what lay a bit further North, but they never came back. I could have saved them the bother and a Legion if only they had taken the trouble to ask me......there's fuck all up north other than hills, moorland and midges...the night life is shite.
Tell you what manny, if your old man has that sort of money to through away just to find out he might be a bit Roman or 2% Semite....I mean 2% ffs..that could just be 'error'.....anyway if he's got a spare $100 I could point him in the direction of a site where he'll get something a lot more interesting and useful than a dna result....and he doesn't need to worry, it'll come in plain brown wrapping.
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A man has been charged in connection with an attempted robbery in Banbury.
Shaun Carlisle, 53, of Longelandes Way, Banbury, was arrested and charged with attempted robbery and threaten a person with blade/sharply pointed article in a public place on Wednesday (September 27) .
The charge is in connection to an incident at a shop on Warwick Road, Banbury at around 4.40pm last Monday.
Carlisle appeared at Banbury Magistrates' Court on Thursday and was remanded in custody, to next appear at Oxford Crown Court on October 27.


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FAMU congratulates Alumna Kelsey Scott on Emmy Nomination
By Kanya Stewart
Florida A&M University (FAMU) alumna, actress and screenwriter Kelsey Scott has been nominated for an Emmy for "Outstanding Actress in a Short Form Comedy or Drama Series." Scott has received critical acclaim for her role as Sierra on Fear The Walking Dead: Passage.
The School of Journalism & Graphic Communication grad and Essential Theatre alum is also known for her role as Anne Northup in the Academy Award-winning film "12 Years a Slave."
Boasting a long career in both television and theater, Scott has also appeared on hit shows such as Army Wives, How to Get Away with Murder and Grey's Anatomy.
Scott began her screen-writing career when former Rainforest Films partners and FAMU alumni Rob Hardy and Will Packer tapped her to pen the Sony Pictures thriller Motives.


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Yes, Virginia - Sex & Human Trafficking are Problems in OhioThe Ohio Family Physician
Document TypeArticle
Publication Date3-1-2015
The location of Ohio's I-70 and I-75 corridors is ideal for human and sex trafficking. The FBI has named Toledo, OH, as the fourth worst city in the country for such trafficking. This past September, a father and son were found guilty of sex trafficking in Columbus, OH, where victims were recruited through the Internet; heroin, violence, and threats were used to force women and children into prostitution in the city's hotel rooms. An estimated 2,879 native Ohio adolescents are at risk for sex trafficking and another 1,078 have been trafficked into the sex trade over the course of a year. Approximately 18% of Ohio's victims said they became involved in the sex trade before age 18 and 10% said they became involved before age 12.
Citation InformationChristen Johnson, Maggie E. Rechel and Therese M. Zink. "Yes, Virginia - Sex & Human Trafficking are Problems in Ohio" The Ohio Family Physician (2015) p. 26 - 27
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The surprisingly weak sales last month suggest the worst US housing slump in sixteen years is not over and may continue to act as a drag on economic growth, economists said.
Alan Ruskin, an analyst at RBS, said: "The data then adds to ongoing concerns about the housing sector, and for now both existing and new home sales are providing a very consistent picture of weakness, and a clear sense that no bottom has been reached."
Inventories of unsold new homes climbed 0.4 per cent to a level that would take 8 months to clear at the current rate of sales, suggesting housebuilders may need to limit activity and cut prices or increase incentives for buyers.
Housing construction companies have been taking a beating in the US this year as rising defaults on subprime mortgages encouraged tighter lender standards and, more recently, as interest rates on loans have risen, both deterring potential buyers.
Donald Horton, chairman of DR Horton, commenting on his company's results on Thursday, said: "Market conditions in the homebuilding industry continue to be challenging as inventory levels of both new and existing homes remain at historically high levels," said.
"Increased use of sales incentives continues to put pressure on profit margins," he added.
The company reported a loss for the current quarter as sales plunged and revenues fell by 29 per cent to $2.55bn.
A separate report by the Commerce Department showed an unexpected decline in orders for durable goods, excluding demand for Boeing aircraft.
Orders for durable goods excluding transportation equipment dropped 0.5 percent in June, the biggest fall since February.
Brian Bethune, an economist at Global Insight, said: "While the core orders numbers for June look, prima facie, to be a little weak, the shipments results for the quarter still look excellent," adding: "As a result, real equipment and software investment is still on track to rise by nearly 4 per cent in the second quarter."
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"Go to him."
Daniel sighed down the phone, loud enough to be almost tangible. "He's probably waiting for you. It's probably why he went out there, made sure he wouldn't be interrupted --"
I couldn't do it. Not because I thought he had to make the first move, but because this limbo was better than a final rejection and any courage I'd had had seeped away.
"No," I said for the third time. "He's gone away and he wants to be alone; I can give him that, at least."
Daniel muttered something in a language I didn't know. Somehow, I felt I could translate it. I tried again. "I go, and odds are he'll have just left and we'll miss each other -- He can't stay away for long; I can wait."
"Paul, I've put up with your shit for years; don't push me on this, okay?"
He sounded coldly angry and I flinched. Jack had warned me once, making enough of a joke of it that I hadn't taken it seriously, that if there was one person I never wanted to piss off, it was Daniel because he'd take a grudge to the grave and beyond if it involved someone he cared about. It came to me, sharply, that for all our friendship, Daniel loved Jack and tolerated me.
I caved abruptly. Hell with it. "I'm going. Fuck you, Jackson, I'm going, okay?"
His voice thawed out enough to let a smile trickle through. "Of course you are, Major. I never doubted that for a moment. Say hi to him for me, will you?"
I sighed. "First words out of my mouth, I promise."
I ended the call and started looking up flights. Daniel's a hard person to argue with because he never gives up until you're doing it his way.
And with me, he didn't even bother trying to hide what he was doing.
"You went back in time," I marveled, still trying to get my head around it.
"Not for the first time."
I shook my head, ignoring the pun. "No. Saving the planet, yes, I can see how that'd get old," he gave me a knowing smirk and I grinned back, "but time travel? No way."
He shrugged. "Looked at one way, I never went. One of me went, so I didn't have to. Remind me to send him flowers or something, will you?"
I crumpled the piece of paper I'd tried to work it all out on and tossed it at the empty fireplace. "It makes my head ache."
"Mine, too," he agreed easily, pulling me in and giving me a kiss, casually affectionate and brief. "So let's forget about it."
"If you insist." We were sprawled out on his couch, buzzed enough on beer to be relaxed without being sleepy, his fingers playing with my hair in a way that would irritate the hell out of me if he kept doing it, but which just right then felt nice. Intimate. It took me a moment to realise, with an odd startle of shock, that I was about as happy as I'd ever been.
"I'm being reassigned."
I felt myself go still. Well, that really had been a brief, shining moment. "I hadn't heard."
"You don't hear everything."
I gave him an 'Oh, come on' look and he chuckled. "Well, you didn't hear this."
"True." I straightened up, his fingers sliding free. "Where?"
He was smiling; the wide, happy grin that made me smile, too, because it was so encompassing it took the world with it. "Washington."
"What?" I was matching his grin now. "You're kidding me."
"Nope." His smile faded. "It means leaving the SGC. I'll be connected still, sure, but --"
I was joining the dots about what desk he'd be sitting behind, my mind working overtime as I fitted together some comments, some hints. "You'll be right in my building…"
"Too close."
He blinked. "Well, that's one way of looking at it."
"Chain of fucking command --"
"That's an issue for you?"
"It isn't for you?" I knew what he meant; word got out about us and we were both fucked, but I'd always clung to the crumb of mitigation that we weren't, technically, in the same line of command. His new job, I might be, depending on the inevitable reshuffle. Hell, given my links to the SGC, it was almost inevitable that we'd be working together; they'd expect him to want me, given his habit of sticking with what worked, and if he wanted me, he'd get me. Generals got spoiled that way.
"I guess at my age, no. I trust myself to be impartial --"
I spoke without thinking. "Oh, please! If it was a case of SG-1 in danger, you'd throw every warm body you'd got through the 'gate to save them!"
Stupid, stupid… His face closed up, clouded over.
"I'd do that for any of my teams."
"Sure." I tried to make it sound sincere because it was true, he would. He'd just do it a little bit more for the golden team.
Just a little bit. Yeah.
"Davis --" Scary voice, calm enough to be a warning.
"No, I'm sorry. I know they all matter to you. Everyone under your command --"
"Yeah…" He wasn't convinced. In fact, he was glowering, good mood ruined. After three years, I was good at doing that. I gave him my best pleading look, all big eyes and hopeful smile -- look, see, harmless, less than the dust beneath your chariot wheels -- and he relented enough to ease back close enough that our legs were brushing, even that small point of contact reassuring.
"And, after this job…" I hesitated. We didn't talk about the future much, but it didn't mean I didn't think about it. Three years of scraps, eaten on the run… to hammer the metaphor into the ground, we were both a little hungry.
"I'm retiring." He sounded definite about it. "For good, this time. I want… I want some peace."
"You've earned it." I put out my hand, and he turned his head away, stretching out for his beer, the long line of his neck taut, timing it so that I wasn't quite sure he was avoiding me. "Jack -- when you do --"
"It'll all be different?" He shook his head, tipping the bottle up and draining it with a grimace because it had gone flat. "Not so much. Not for us. I'd like it to be, but it won't."
"No," I said bleakly. I had years ahead of me and he had years behind him, years no one, military or political would want, oh, let's be tactful and say 'tarnished', by scandal. Who wants their planet saving by a general who bends over for a major with a hard-on?
"But I'm not -- I want someone around." The bottle went back on the table and he spread his hands expansively. "I'm a solitary kind of a guy, but I've never spent months out at the cabin, and I don't know, by the end of the first winter, I might be talking to the trees… or the squirrels…"
He sometimes spoke of retiring to live in that damn cabin, building on, adding a deck, but I'd always put it in the realm of fantasy because you don't go from roaming the universe to a shack in the woods. You just don't.
"Someone around?" He couldn't mean me. He knew I couldn't --
He didn't meet my eyes. "There's no reason why not after all we've gone through. It's not like we'd be out of reach if they needed him --"
"Daniel. You're talking about Daniel. Living with Daniel."
I pictured it in a series of flashing stills; visiting him there and feeling just that; a visitor, with Daniel excusing himself at intervals so that we could fuck, nights where we'd lie waiting to hear Daniel start snoring before we reached for each other -- if either of us could get it up with him a few yards away. Or worse -- no, not going there…
He looked at me then. "Well, yes. It couldn't -- he's not military and he's getting older, just like me. I'm guessing he'll give up on going out in the field in a few more years and --"
"Are you insane?" I was having trouble breathing. "He wouldn't, and if he did, you'd just be confirming every fucking rumour about you two --" I ran out of words just as his slowly curving lips told me he'd been joking and sank back against the cushions, heart hammering. "You -- God, tell me why I love you again?"
"I wish I could." He wasn't joking now. "Do you?"
"Do you?"
We didn't say it. We never said it…
He stood, scooping up the bottles littering the table. "I'd like the chance to find out."
It was better than an apology for what he'd just done. "Maybe now… when you're in Washington…?"
He nodded. I think even then he knew they were sending me to Dakara.
He could save the world, carve out new histories for everyone on the planet -- I really was going to sit down and work through the implications when the sight of that tape with Jack, my Jack, no, a Jack -- stuck thousands of years in the past wasn't making my mouth go dry with panic -- but he couldn't make a space for us to find out what we had going for us beyond lust and longing.
Two, three years ago, I'd have settled for that much, but somewhere along the way it'd stopped being enough.
I guess that was the same as being in love.
Way Back When
I lay beside Jack in the dark, my hand clenched into a fist to stop it from reaching out and touching him. He needed to sleep. He needed to heal. Fuck the sarcophagus and the snake they'd shoved into him; his body needed more than that. Or less. Needed to fix itself the slow way, the natural way. The human way.
He would have been dead if he'd done that.
He had been dead. Over and over, he'd died. I'd read his report, and even stripped and clipped, terse to the point of shorthand, it conveyed a bone-deep revulsion at what he'd endured at the hands of both friends and enemies.
I'd found him staring into the bathroom mirror, eyes empty, face set in stern lines as if he were judging himself for some crime, some sin.
His knees were better but he still walked and knelt as if they hurt and I think inside his head they did, still protesting the dampness of the air, a position he had to hold too long. He clung to the memory of pain like a child to a blanket.
And when I'd touched him, my hand on his chest, he'd flinched, rolled over, given me a grunt that might have meant good night, and that had been that.
I didn't know much about the cumulative effect on the human body after sustained use of a sarcophagus. Who on Earth did, really? Enough to know that it wasn't advised, which was all I needed to know until it became important that I knew more. When Jack had escaped Baal and we'd found out what had been done to him, I'd gone digging through the archived mission reports and read Doctor Fraiser's report on Daniel's similar ordeal. He had been using it on a healthy body, which made a difference, but it was still worrying. Medical reports tended to shy away from the spiritual but there was a note from Daniel, hand-written and scrawled, bringing up the Tok'ra's belief that the sarcophagus was soul-destroying, a tainted device.
Judging by the way Jack had stared at my hand, he'd agree with that. He'd showered alone but I'd watched him dry off, his skin scarlet as if his shower had been scalding instead of the lukewarm one he preferred at this time of year.
I lay and thought it through. I knew him well enough that it didn't take long. It wasn't that he didn't want me touching him; he just didn't see why I'd want to. Dead skin and bone, miraculously warm and alive under the tentative press of my fingers. He thought it should bother me, thought it should matter.
And all I'd been thinking was that he was back and I hadn't lost him, two months after we'd both -- all -- lost Daniel.
"You stupid fuck," I said quietly and waited until he'd stirred awake and aware enough to be safe to touch before rolling him over and putting my hands on him, everywhere I could reach, getting him back.
More Way Back When
"I can't make it."
I froze, half in, half out of my pants, my phone tucked under my ear, the hotel carpet unfamiliar and rough against the soles of my feet. "Problem? Something I need to get back for?"
I answered as the major, not the man. Old habits. And if the world was ending, I wanted to know.
"No, nothing like that. This is, uh, personal."
Personal? O'Neill didn't have any personal beyond me, not that I knew of. Unless, maybe… his ex-wife? I kicked free of the pants, leaving them in a heap, and went to sit down on the bed wearing nothing but shorts, a chilly disappointment sinking in.
"I'm sorry?" It was as close as I was going to get when it came for asking for details. Pride. I had some. Some.
His voice was reluctant to the point of being ridiculous. "It's, uh, well, I forgot year before last and Carter gave me hell…and when she found out I'd forgotten this year, too…"
"It's Major Carter's birthday?" I guessed, trying to picture their personnel records in my head.
"So we're doing this thing, all of us. Can't get out of it. I mean, we just got him back from the dead…"
"I see."
"You're pissed, aren't you?"
"Not at all."
His voice warmed with amusement suddenly, the worst over now I knew, his hesitancy replaced by something far more familiar. "Liar."
"Fuck off."
"Oh, yeah. You're sitting there just steaming -- where are you? At the Holiday Inn, right?"
Three towns over, and even that didn't feel like enough to be safe. Sometimes, nowhere did. "Room 303, not that you need to know that now. I checked in an hour ago. After the flight I took. Lying naked on the bed I was hoping to get well and truly --"
"Stop it."
What? Making him feel guilty? Or making him wish he was here? "Yes. I just might. All of it. Because this isn't working for me."
"Paul --"
I thumbed off the phone when he used my name -- that was just cheating -- placed it very precisely on the night stand, and buried my face in the pillow so I could scream silently, leak some angry tears, and generally have a nice, private meltdown.
It took all of five seconds to get bored with that, and then I rolled over onto my back and stared dry-eyed at the ceiling of the room I'd paid to stay in for what was supposed to have been a dirty weekend crushed into one incandescent evening and whatever we had the energy for in the morning.
Sex. With Jack. That was all I'd wanted. Clean water for a thirsty man simple, not meaning of life stuff. Except for the part where sex pretty much was the meaning of life, even the way we did it, wary and violent and suspicious as often as it was friendly, even -- well, no. Not loving. Neither of us was that bravely stupid.
It'd been weeks. Weeks and weeks and weeks and --
And now he was with Daniel instead, Daniel, getting to give him a hug and make it last longer than was permissible because they'd all be drunk, well, not Teal'c, but he wouldn't care what O'Neill did. He'd ruffle up the short strands of Daniel's hair, jar Daniel's glasses askew and straighten them, taking his time, smiling into Daniel's blue eyes --
Fuck Jack O'Neill and fuck Doctor Daniel Jackson, too. And his fucking parents for not choosing a better night, however many years back, plus nine months, to do what I was apparently doomed never to experience again.
I'd been planning to be waiting naked for him, sprawled out and hard. I hadn't wanted there to be any mistake about my intentions (him, in me, hard), any awkward fumbling around getting us both horizontal and happy. I'd wanted the wham-bam and I'd have said thank you any way he asked, and now…. Now, I felt humiliated, with the insane urge to pull on every item of clothing I'd stripped out of, smiling, and huddle under the covers until it was time to check out.
At some point, my dick, crushed and spiritless, twitched with a returning alertness. I frowned. I was angry with Jack, but not the good kind of angry that we sometimes let ourselves use as foreplay. No. This was rooted in disappointment and that wasn't ever going to turn me on. I wasn't pissed that he'd put Daniel first; wasn't at all surprised, or resentful. He'd had to. A birthday? How could he have gotten out of that with anything they'd have accepted as reasonable? He couldn't. And he wouldn't have wanted to. He had Daniel back. He had a miracle. I was just two years worth of everyday.
So he had to be there. That was fine.
What wasn't fine was forgetting Daniel's birthday and double-booking me.
And Daniel would've been pissed, too, if he knew, on my account, anyway, but he never would know. O'Neill would have scrawled his name on the card Carter had bought, tossed her some money towards the gift she'd picked out from all of them, settled down at the head of the table she'd booked in Daniel's favourite restaurant with a proprietary smile as if he owned the place… And never, with anything he said or did, let Daniel think he was so unimportant a person in Jack's life that his birthday had almost been forgotten.
Which wouldn't have been why it'd been forgotten, anyway; O'Neill was too male to remember his own birthday, let alone Daniel's; it wasn't a reflection on his feelings and Daniel would've known that.
I realised that I wasn't making any sense, but I couldn't seem to shut up.
Even so… Jack should've fucking remembered. Logic had left the building. I lay there, my hand idly scratching my stomach, and enjoyed a pleasant fantasy of O'Neill flinching and stammering excuses as Daniel ripped into him for fucking us both over.
I said it was a fantasy.
And I still didn't know why I was erect again, not hard enough that it wouldn't go away if ignored, but attracting my attention in a subtle, gently coaxing way.
Daniel… me… Partners in being screwed over by Jack O'Neill…Or, rearrange the words a bit and we had… Oh.
Perfect revenge. An orgasm, sticky, sweaty, as hot as I could crank it up, starring Daniel Jackson, front and centre, which would, in a twisted way, get back at him, too, for having Jack when I couldn't, for being the prodigal fucking son getting the fatted calf in the shape of a medium-rare steak with all the trimmings.
Daniel. Enemy and fellow victim.
My ability to be utterly convinced of two conflicting truths simultaneously came in very useful at work, as well.
I started to shove my shorts off and then caught sight of the clock. All the time in the world… no need to rush. I left my shorts where they were, took a final sip of my drink, and locked the door, already decorated with a 'Do Not Disturb' I'd known would make Jack grin as he pushed it aside, knowing it didn't mean him, couldn't possibly, ever, mean him.
Then I lay back on the bed, in a room lit dimly enough to be relaxing, not so dark I wouldn't have been able to see and be seen, and conjured up a memory I'd forgotten I'd saved.
Daniel. Naked and wet, hair two shades darker with water. I'd been good, been careful, not stared -- at Jack -- which meant I'd spent a lot of time with my gaze automatically flickering to Daniel, because he was talking to me, dammit, and hadn't shut up.
In the SGC showers with Daniel between Jack and me -- where else -- was no place to get hard, so I hadn't. Too exhausted, which helped. An hour of working out with them in the gym, pushing myself out of a need to show off for my… well, whatever he was, and the equally compelling need to watch him sweat and flex, and I was wiped out emotionally and physically. Jack's hair had been slicked back in the gym, beads of sweat gathering at his temples, his skin flushed and hot, his T-shirt clinging. Daniel had been an object in my peripheral vision, stripped to a muscle T-shirt, conscientiously lifting weights as Teal'c spotted him, giving him the odd word of advice in a low rumble.
It'd been torture and I'd loved every minute. Teal'c, barely warmed-up, had stayed behind to terrify three marines who wanted to try to kick some alien butt, although they didn't put it quite that way, and the three of us, perspiring gently, had crawled to the showers.
Which was when it had dawned on me that we'd be naked, all three of us, in a conveniently empty locker room, and I didn't dare catch anyone's eye because we all knew, but we couldn't mention it, mention any of it, and we couldn't even acknowledge that we couldn't mention it…
So we didn't, and Daniel, with the sangfroid of the diplomat he was at heart, had started to chatter, until Jack had relaxed and I had been distracted.
Until I'd been forced to look at him naked. Jack was a distant blur in the billowing steam, pink and soapy. Daniel was close enough to touch, a suds-filled hand cupping his balls and rubbing them absently, taking time to scratch and generally acting as if he was in the room by himself. And he kept closing his eyes as the water coursed down, a blissful look on his face, lips parted so the water filled his mouth and spilled out, trickling down his chin in rivulets…
Okay. That would do.
I stroked one fingertip over my hardening cock through the thin cotton of my shorts, focusing on the shape Daniel's lips made as they pursed and spat out a mouthful of water so he could tell me about… oh, God, what was it? A book? A movie? Something like that. And Jack had held the diametrically opposite view -- okay, had to be a movie because Jack and Daniel weren't likely to have read the same book -- and Daniel had turned, briefly, to Jack and I'd seen his ass, heat-flushed and splotched, just like it would be if he'd been on the receiving end of --
I kicked out of my shorts faster than I'd planned, my hand fumbling to grip and squeeze, my legs feeling the weight of Daniel across them, pliant and contrite.
I paused. Hardly likely, now, was it? He'd be talking the whole time, shifting position as he pushed his slip-sliding glasses back up… I added a gag and tied his hands together for good measure, so that his fingers brushed the carpet, flexing curiously, imploringly, as he made soft, muffled sounds that didn't sound like 'no' or 'stop' in any language.
I got a minute in, rocking my wrist in a slow, languid movement that was more than enough to keep me interested without risking coming, and found that Daniel's smooth curved ass had acquired a scar, a couple of freckles I'd licked dot to dot more times than I could remember, and an entirely different muscle tone, rangy and lean.
I gave Jack's ass a sizzler of a slap, stared at the scarlet handprint, and switched fantasies.
Daniel on his knees, shut up the best way, mouthing my cock as I traced the shape of his upper lip with my finger, wet with his spit, sliding it into his mouth, sandwiched between the slick, sheathed hardness and the lick of his tongue.
I pressed my hand against my thigh, upside down, yes, but just about where Daniel would rest his for balance, his fingernails, blunt and ragged, digging in, hurting just enough, just a little…
Daniel was good at this for a straight man … too good. I was just replaying the last blow job but two from Jack, down to the finger sliding into my ass and the biting kisses around the base of my cock that had reduced me to babbling incoherency, my toes curling, my heel grinding into the carpet hard enough to leave friction burns.
I gave up, jerked off to Jack, and came two minutes later, resentful, teeth-gritted, and messy.
He was a hard habit to break.
And that would have been it, if he hadn't turned up at one in the morning, tapping insistently, quietly on the door, a rhythm which fed into my dreams like a cold trickle of water into a hot bath.
I stumbled over to the door, caught in a sleep I'd only just fallen into, heavy and troubled. I shook off the disorientation enough to grab at the robe I'd left over a chair, shrugging it on and tying it before easing the door open cautiously.
He was standing close enough that I jerked back a little, my body wakening fully under the combined jolts of perceived threat and instant arousal. It really wasn't fair how quickly he could do that to me; I was sure it wasn't mutual. He smelled of smoke and beer but his dark eyes were clear enough; he wasn't drunk.
And he wasn't all that certain of his welcome, which was why I stepped back, letting him slip inside quietly, discreetly, into the waiting dark which I shattered, flicking on a lamp and blinking until my eyes adjusted.
Twice in one night? I'd have to use the sparkly gold pen when I wrote my journal. Maybe outline it with hearts. He took an invitation into my room as forgiveness and his hand slipped up to caress my cheek, his tense shoulders easing, a smile only I got to see -- I thought -- lighting up his face. "Paul," he repeated.
"Most people settle for 'hello'."
The smile was practiced, charming. "Hello, Paul. Paul, hello."
"Fuck off."
Bye-bye smile. "I just drove eighty miles to see you when all I wanted to do was go to sleep. It's been a hell of a week, so you can drop the fucking attitude, Davis."
"Too tired to fuck me, you mean?" I smiled, thin and sour. "Don't worry about it; I've already come twice tonight and even with sex you can have too much of a --"
His eyes went to the bed and then the bathroom and I hit him, my fist travelling in a short, vicious lunge until it connected with his ribs. It never occurred to me that I was striking a superior officer until after the punch landed, but I'd retained enough common sense to avoid his face.
"Alone. I jerked off alone you mistrustful fucking son of a bitch."
He held up his hand to ward me off as I crowded in closer, my breath emerging in choppy, uneven pants, fists driving forward. He let me hit him until he realised that I wasn't going to stop and then did something fast and painful to my elbow that had me yelping and surrendering sulkily. I had other, better ways to hurt him, after all.
"You really are pissed at me, aren't you?" He sounded bewildered. "I thought you'd be pleased to see me. Thought you understood why I couldn't make it earlier."
"I am. I did. I'm still pissed." Cradling my arm, numb where it wasn't tingling spitefully, I went to the bottle of whisky I'd brought with me, pouring us both one into the cheap, thick glasses the hotel provided. The ice in the bucket had long since thinned to slush but I reached in and scooped out some slivers of ice, letting the chilled water stream through my crooked fingers before dropping the ice into the glasses.
"Mind telling me why?"
"You forgot his birthday."
He took the glass I held out, studying it before downing a healthy gulp and then setting it aside. I left mine untouched, watching the ice melt and lighten the amber to gold.
"No, I know when it is. When he was -- gone -- I was waiting for it to roll around, for Carter to remember and get upset. Knew she'd need helping out, knew I'd -- I wasn't going to do anything that day. Maybe go and sit in that room on base for a while, the one with all his stuff in." He smiled, a wry twist to his mouth. "Or not."
That room had given me the creeps. Full of Daniel's detritus, empty of him. If his ghost walked, it wouldn't have been there.
And it had walked. Through Jack's mind, through his dreams, through his hell.
Oh, yes. I knew about that now.
"And then, when he came back --" Jack shrugged. "I went back to forgetting. Hey; it's a guy thing. You know that."
I nodded. Couldn't argue with that.
"And since when did you give a rat's ass if I forgot Daniel's birthday?"
Good point.
"You think I chose him over you."
His voice went gentle, if not kind, knowing and I felt flayed, exposed. That was worrying, but I didn't get chance to think about it because he was close to me, pushing me back against the wall beside the window, empty space behind it, his hands insistent, remorseless. "You've really got to focus on the facts, Major Davis," he whispered in my ear. "Like where I am right now, and where you are, and where Daniel is."
"Where is he?" The words were hard to articulate with his breath warm against my face, the scrape of stubble burning my neck as he nuzzled into it.
"In my bed. Covering my ass if anyone calls and wonders where I am."
"What?" I tried to push him away and he didn't let me.
"Everyone came back to my place. Daniel fell asleep on the couch around eleven. Or pretended to." His tongue wet down a piece of my skin just under my ear and he bit it a second later, the angle awkward, making him grunt and push my head to where he wanted it. I let him, rolling my shoulders against the cool wall. "So there's a tiptoed exodus and he gets three blankets draped over him, then when we're alone he stands up and heads for my bedroom."
"Thought it was his birthday, not yours."
His mouth dropped down to my collarbone, and then to my nipple, and I screamed silently against his forceful, rapidly applied palm as he came close to fucking chewing it off. My dick was solid, leaking, jumping with every breath he took. This close, this intense, he was overwhelming.
"He told me he wasn't waking up with pins and needles and I should get going as there had to be a reason I'd stayed sober and he was guessing you were it."
His hand was still across my mouth and I licked at it, tasting salt and sweat and tough, smooth skin.
"You should be flattered, Davis. He doesn't remember everything yet, but you… oh, he remembers you."
I was sucking in air through flared nostrils and it wasn't enough given the way my heart was pounding. My nipple ached, a vicious throb of pain. I wasn't sure the wetness air drying on my skin was just spit, but I couldn't look down.
Couldn't do anything but lick and kiss and fuck at that smooth stretch of skin suffocating me slowly as his other hand roamed over what it could reach of my body. The belt of my robe was still fastened, but the robe itself had parted, exposing me to his eyes -- but he wasn't looking -- his hand, his mouth. He dragged that hand over me, chest to belly to balls, nails crooked and savage, hurting me as my chest heaved, trying to suck in more air past the seal his hand had made against my mouth.
"Are you going to pass out on me, Major? One for yes, two for no."
I had to think about it, but I moved the hand gripping his shoulder, tapping my fingers against his face twice and leaving them there. His skin was hot and he was chewing the inside of his cheek; I could feel the shape his teeth made in the hollowed skin. I let my fingers drift to his mouth and eased one inside, making him stop.
Stop everything.
His hands fell away from me and he wrenched his head back, his tongue swiping over my finger as it slipped free, and then made a sound I barely heard over the noisy, graceless gasps for air I was taking, a throaty grunt of satisfaction. I don't know what I'd done right, but he went to his knees and I swear the wall and his hands were all that kept me upright because there was only one reason for him to do that, and if my finger had appreciated that brief moment inside the wet heat of his mouth, my cock would give it all up to get in there and come.
Wouldn't take long for that to happen. Not long at all.
His hands locked around my ankles, squeezing tight and tugging my legs wider apart so that he could get between them. I felt each finger as a separate bond, burning into the thin, spare flesh. That was hurting, too.
Watch me not care.
His right hand slid away and up, urging my leg over his shoulder, putting me off-balance, struggling to keep upright, the heel of my foot grinding into his back as I tried to hook him closer, get his face against my groin. He wouldn't even have had to suck me; I just needed to get something to fuck against; his closed lips, hell, one abrasive rough rub from his chin and I'd have come, splattering him, hair, face, neck, wherever he let it land.
And I'd have licked him clean and been hard again by the time I'd finished if he'd have let me but he was keeping us apart with one hand shoved hard against my hip, fingers splayed. That hooked, curved thumb of his scratched a thin, hot line across muscles so tensed up they thrummed and he exhaled, his breath ghosting over my balls, making them crinkle up tight.
Not enough.
"I think about you when I shouldn't."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned …
"I pick up the phone to call you, and holding it, imagining hearing your voice in the time it takes to dial and work through the Pentagon's fucking switchboard, gets me hard."
He was talking and the words were reaching my ears long after they'd registered on my skin as a flow of air and heat, snarled out and angry.
"I have fantasies about you even you'd flinch away from, and, no, I'm not going to share, but most of them revolve around getting you to shut the fuck up about Daniel."
He sighed as if he'd been wanting to say that for a long time and rested his forehead against my stomach, the head of my dick nudging his chin. "Are you going to let me suck you off now or do we have to keep on fighting?"
I whispered an answer, sincere and heartfelt. "Going to let you do whatever you want to do to me, sir."
He moved his head back and took me inside his mouth, sucking me slowly, slowly, soft, until I was kicking his back, clawing at his shoulders, begging with every filthy sweet word I'd ever made him shiver with for him to suck me harder, let me come.
He stopped, eased my leg off his shoulder so that I was standing on both feet, and rocked back on his heels looking up at me, his face expressionless. "Do it yourself."
"I've been doing nothing else for fucking weeks." It came out frustrated and snappy. God, I needed him to fuck me into a better mood or I was going to corrode away from the inside out.
"Not when I could see."
I took a deep breath, fisted my cock, and met his gaze because he was staring at my face, not the obvious target. "Look down, then."
"Watch me come."
"I am, Davis, I am."
I was getting close now but I couldn't -- I'd thought all it would take was a touch and I'd been wrong and my hand wasn't doing it and he'd be disappointed in me if I didn't --
"Jack -- please."
He sighed, and leaned in, flicking his tongue over the slippery, shiny head of my cock as it poked through the circle of my fingers and wrapping his hand over mine, forcing my cock back, pointing up, not out.
I came from that, eyes snapping closed, mouth hanging open on a low, anguished howl, shoving the back of my hand far enough into my mouth to gag myself. As soon as I could, I blinked and got my vision back.
He was looking at my cock now, his hand and mine gripping it, still hard, come lying -- not much of it; he needn't have worried -- in a trail on my stomach, a Morse Code message of dots and dashes that had to spell 'Fuck you, Colonel O'Neill' in at least one language.
"Messy," he observed.
"Not my fault," I hissed.
He took my wrists and pinned them to the wall, matter-of-factly enough to have my cock twitching before giving up. Three times in as many hours; I was done.
He came when he tasted me, his tongue starting at the top and working down, lapping carefully, cleaning me up thoroughly. I could tell when he came because he stiffened, shuddered, and swore under his breath, but he didn't pull back until he'd taken care of me.
Then he stood and walked toward the door.
I let him get there before I moved to stop him, pressing myself up against his back, my arms going around him.
"I can't fuck you tonight, if that's why you want me to stay."
"I don't need that."
He turned and stared down at me and then nodded and began to strip, grimacing as he peeled his shorts off. He was asleep before I slid in next to him, but he grunted out something that sounded like, "Yeah…" when I squirmed as close to him as I could get and put one hand on his ass, kissing his shoulder as his face was buried in his pillow.
For us, it'd been romantic.
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Evolution of BL Lacertae host galaxies *,**,***
Landessternwarte Heidelberg, Königstuhl, 69117 Heidelberg, Germany
2 Metsähovi Radio Observatory, Metsähovintie 114, 02540 Kylmälä, Finland
3 Tuorla Observatory, 21500 Piikkiö, Finland
4 Universitätssternwarte Göttingen, Geismarlandstr. 11, 37083 Göttingen, Germany
Corresponding author: J. Heidt, firstname.lastname@example.com
Accepted: 14 January 2004
We present and discuss deep, high-resolution I-band images of 24 BL Lac objects between and 1.3 taken with the Nordic Optical Telescope (NOT) and the ESO-NTT and VLT telescopes. In addition, new redshifts for the BL Lac objects PKS 0406+121, PKS 0426–380 and PKS 1519–273 are reported. In 17/24 (71%) of the BL Lac objects, we detected an underlying nebulosity, in 11/17 for the first time. We assigned the underlying nebulosity to the BL Lac host galaxy in 11 cases spanning the redshift range . The remaining 6 BL Lac objects have either intervening galaxies (S4 0218+35, PKS 0426–380), no redshift (MH 2133–449) or are probably misidentified (Q 0230+3429, B2 0937+26, MS 2347.4+1924). Restricting ourselves to the 11 BL Lac objects ( ), where a core and host galaxy was detected, we find that their host galaxies are luminous () and large ( kpc). They are on average about 0.6 mag brighter than BL Lac host galaxies at indicative of evolution, whereas their half-light radii are similar. By combining our data with literature data at low-redshift and applying evolutionary models to them, we show that the properties of the host galaxies of BL Lac objects up to are compatible with passively evolving elliptical galaxies formed at a redshift of (13 Gyrs ago in our adopted cosmology). Our results, however, are affected by an unavoidable luminosity bias and need to be confirmed. Future prospects are described. If they could be confirmed, host galaxies of low-luminosity radio-loud AGN (BL Lac/FR I) have very similar properties to the hosts of radio-quiet QSOs and high-luminosity radio-loud AGN (radio-loud QSO/FR II) over a wide redshift range. This supports the picture of the "Grand Unification" in which AGN activity is a transient phenomenon in galaxy evolution.
Key words: methods: data analysis / galaxies: active / galaxies: BL Lacertae objects: general / galaxies: evolution / galaxies: fundamental parameters / galaxies: photometry
Based on observations collected with the VLT-UT1 on Cerro Paranal (Chile), the NTT on La Silla (Chile) operated by the European Southern Observatory in the course of the observing proposals 64.P-0230 and 66.B-0125.
Based on observations made with the Nordic Optical Telescope, operated on the island of La Palma jointly by Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden, in the Spanish Observatorio del Roque de los Muchachos of the Instituto de Astrofisica de Canarias.


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Professor Sarah Harper CBE
MA Cantab; DPhil Oxon, Professor of Gerontology
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Sarah is Professor of Gerontology at the University of Oxford, a Fellow at University College, and the Founding Director of the Oxford Institute of Population Ageing. Sarah served on the Prime Minister's Council for Science and Technology, which advises the Prime Minister on the scientific evidence for strategic policies and frameworks. In 2017 she served as the Director of the Royal Institution of Great Britain. Sarah is a Director and Trustee of the UK Research Integrity Office and a member of the Board of Health Data Research UK. Sarah was appointed a CBE in 2018 for services to Demography.
She chaired the UK government's Foresight Review on Ageing Populations (2014-2016) and has chaired the Evaluation board of the Active Ageing Index for the EC/UNECE Population Board since 2015. She is a Governor of the Pensions Policy Institute. She is a Fellow of the Royal Anthropology Institute. Sarah's research was recognized by the 2011 Royal Society for Public Health: Arts and Health Research Award.
Sarah has a background in anthropology and population studies and her early research focused on migration and the social implications of demographic change. Her current research on demographic change addresses the impact of falling fertility and increasing life expectancy, with a particular interest in Asia and Africa. Recent research has focused on women's education and empowerment in sub-Saharan Africa and the impact of this on desired family size, older women's health in Africa, and European life course trajectories and late life female health. She currently directs two research projects looking at the ageing of farmers in Vietnam and Myanmar. Sarah has just completed a monograph How Population Change will Transform our World Oxford University Press (2016), and is working on her next book for Cambridge University Press on Population, Technology and Environmental Change. Sarah is the founding editor of the Journal of Population Ageing and editor of the Handbook of Ageing and Public Policy (Elgar 2014).
Following her doctoral work in population studies at Oxford, Sarah trained with the BBC as a News and Current Affairs Reporter and Producer, working in both TV and Radio for BBC News and BBC News Night. After leaving the BBC she took up a lectureship at the University of London, and subsequently moved to the USA where she was professor in public policy at the University of Chicago. On returning to the University of Oxford she founded the Oxford Institute of Population Ageing with funding from the US National Institutes of Health.
Throughout her academic career, Sarah has combined academic research with external professional commitments. She was Chair of HSBC's Global Ageing Forum and is a former Trustee of Third Age Employment Network. She worked with the Office of the Prime Minister and Department of Work and Pensions (DWP) on the Government Ageing Strategy, and with the Department of Children, Schools and Families, developing their Horizons Programme, and the UK Government Office of Science Advisory Boards for the Demography Review. Sarah served on the Scientific Advisory Board of Natural England and serves on the Advisory Board, English Longitudinal Study of Ageing (ELSA).
Internationally, Sarah represents the UK on the European Science Academies' Demographic Change in Europe Panel, serves on the Council of Advisors of Population Europe and on the Advisory Board of the World Demographic Association. Sarah is an International Advisor on the University of Tokyo Global Leadership Initiative and represents Oxford on the Ageing and Demography Collaboration of the International Association of Research Universities. Sarah was the first holder of the International Chair in Old Age Financial Security, at the University of Malaya (2009-10).
Sarah served as Advisor to the Malaysian Government, Advisor to the Singapore Government's Third Age Council and as a Specialist Advisor for the European Commission Demographic Change Programme. She served as an International Advisor to the Swedish Academy, European Advisor to the MacArthur Foundation, Advisor on Ageing Issues to the Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation, Lisbon and was Global Advisor on Ageing Issues for HSBC plc. She served on the Royal Society's Working Group on Population, the Wellcome Trust Health Consequences of Population Change Panel and on the World Economic Forum, Global Agenda Council on Ageing Societies.
Alongside keynotes at academic conferences, Sarah has spoken at World Economic Forums in China and Australia, presented various TED and TED linked talks and presented her work at two Nobel Prize Dialogues, in Stockholm in 2014 and Seoul in 2017. Sarah was invited to give the 2012 Oxford-London Lecture on the subject of population change.
Current PhD students
Luca Chiaverini: Evaluating scenarios of biodiversity conservation in Southeast Asia under future land-use and socio-economic changes.
Graduated PhD Students
Burcu Ozdemir: (2017) Intergenerational Solidarity between Adult Children and Elderly Parents in Turkey.
Francesca Ghillani: (2017) Transnational communities.
Patricia O'Neill: (2014) The changing Roles and Status of Chinese daughters
Jaco Hoffman: (2012) The generational contract in Contemporary South Africa: configurations and reconfigurations in the context of HIV/AIDS
Chul Hoi Koo (2010): Reinforcement of income Inequality in Later Life: a case study of Korea (DPhil, Oxon)
Koichi Mikami (2010): Technology as a Social Process: Cultural Theory Approach to Tissue Engineering and Regenerative Medicine in the UK and Japan (DPhil, Oxon)
Samir K. Sinha (2008): The Sociology of Interprofessional Relations: A Case Study of English Care Trusts (DPhil, Oxon)
Hugh Jones (1995): Community Care for Elderly People (Ph.D, London)
T Bristow (1993): Environmental Perception and Social Change, (Ph.D, London)
Links to publicly accessible reports; academic publications available on request.
- The Impact of Life Course Employment and Domestic Duties on the Well-Being of Retired Women and the Social Protection Systems That Frame This
- Transnational mobility and cross-border family life-cycles of Italian migrants: A century of Welsh Italian migration
- Lengthening of Life: the importance of context and life course
- Demography: A Very Short Introduction
- The Qualitative Stage of Building Bayesian Belief Networks in a Focus Group Setting
- The Ageing of Myanmar's Farmer Population
- Building Evidence for Active Ageing Policies: Active Ageing Index and its Potential
- As the World Ages: When Older Populations Become the Majority
- The Reformation of Age and Ageing
- Population Ageing and Changing Families: a comparison of the UK and Singapore
- Population Ageing in South-East Asia
- Global Ageing
- Population, Technological and Environmental Change
- Longevity, Politics and Science – Moving from the Outcomes to Understanding the Process
- Critical Readings on Ageing in Southeast Asia (2 vols)
- Making the UK more Resilient to Age-Structural Change and Longevity: Translating Academic Evidence into Policy
- The Important Role of Migration for an Ageing Nation
- How Population Change Will Transform Our World
- Aging Populations and Management: From the Editors
- Migration and Ageing Societies
- Conceptualising Social Policy for the Twenty-first-century Demography.
- Critical Readings on Ageing in East Asia
- International Handbook on Ageing and Public Policy
- Population Ageing in East Asia
- Economic and social implications of aging societies
- The Opportunity for "Design" to Influence the Ageing Process Itself
- Achieving Replacement Level Fertility
- Dawning of a New Age for Longitudinal Cohort Data
- Implications of 20th Century policy models for 21st Century demography
- Population - Environment Interactions: European migration, population composition and climate change
- Demographic and Environmental Transitions
- Environment, migration and the European demographic deficit
- Inequalities in access to education: failing to provide skills-building and empowerment to girls
- Age structural change and the demographic transition
- Giants of the 21st Century: Longevity and Disability
- Health and well-being in older workers: Capacity change with age
- Demographic Transition: Positioning the Age-structural Change Perspective
- Aging Europe's Demographic Destiny: Framing the Challenges Ahead
- Demographic transition and the demographic deficit: rethinking intergenerational equity.
- The capacity of social security and health care institutions to adapt to an ageing world
- Grandparenting in Europe
- Grandmothers as Replacement Parents and Partners: The Role of Grandmotherhood in Single Parent Families
- People and the Planet: The Role of Global Population in Sustainable Development
- Social Security in an Ageing World
- Ageing Societies: Myths, Challenges and Opportunities
- The Status Quo of Foreign Workers in the Health and Social Care Sector in the UK, Germany and the Netherlands


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A Tour of Brion Island – An Ecological Reserve -©2006
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Labels: A Tour of Brion Island, Brion Island, ecotourism, environment, green
Just discovered your island.
I love beaches and the sea. There
are many seal colonies here as well
in New Zealand. Sometimes tourist
go awfully close to these nice looking creatures which is quite dangerous. Will come back soon.
I left the message at the web site of Gepostet von John unter because he translated this post into German.
"I am curious why you would use Brion Island to advertise pharmaceutical products.
Wynn Currie
(creator of the original site http://magdalenislands.blogspot.com
and author of the original story, A Tour of Brion Island - © - 2006)"