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We celebrated Easter this weekend enjoying the warm weather, family and a lot of food! Charlotte (21 months old) really had fun this Easter. She especially enjoyed the chocolate and hunting for Easter eggs. Over the last several weeks we have had a lot of fun with some Easter themed activities. I have shared these on my Instagram and here is a round up:
Easter books: I put all the Easter books in our collection on Charlotte's bedroom shelf. As we read through them I took out the books she did not like and replaced them with some from the library and some bunny books.
Boon drying rack & plastic eggs. She pushed these into the grass and stacked them. This will also be fun with some bunny and chick figures.
Easter play dough invitation. Swirled play dough, cookie cutters plastic eggs & picks. Picks and play dough are always a favorite with her.
Sensory table. We had a few different tables consisting of dyed rice, dyed white kidney beans, plastic eggs, Easter grass and various tools for scooping and filling.
Dying Easter eggs. We did the classic dip dyes and we did this rice technique that was perfect for mess free dying.
Stacking Easter eggs. Golf tees poked into a box and plastic eggs.
Easter themed food.
Scooping & transferring eggs two ways.
And of course, egg hunts! We hunted for eggs in her room and at all her grandparents houses. She yelled "eggy" every time she saw one.


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"You Americans," my friend shouted over blaring tropical house music, "You guys need a club to be designated as "gay" before you even go near it." My Italian friend Matteo and I found ourselves comparing gay night lives between our respective homelands and between European countries in a packed London club at 2 o'clock in the morning.
We talked about off-the-path cities for gay travel in Europe and those with great LGBTQ scenes. Lamenting the decline in the number of both lesbian and gay bars in some European cities, we ultimately agreed that Europe could not, simply, be generalized as LGBTQI+ friendly, or unfriendly.
Living and traveling in Europe for six years, I learned never to generalize this continent. Diversity needs to be respected and understood; a lesson that can apply more broadly to anywhere and to anyone. So, in writing a piece for LGBTQI+ travelers heading to Europe, let me begin by saying, first and foremost, that the diversity of our community is not going to be found in the experiences of a single, gay, cis, male writer.
However, I hope through my own understanding of the challenges both sexual- and genderqueer people experience abroad, I can provide some helpful tips on how to remain safe and how to best enjoy the diversity Europe has to offer to a queer-identifying person.
Educate Yourself About LGBTQI+ Travel in Europe
My first tip: always do your own research. The various identities and intersectionalities in our community mean that we will likely differ in our perceptions of LGBTQI+ acceptance in a particular place. This is something that Darren Burn, founder of the LGBT friendly luxury travel company OutOfOffice.com recommends as well.
"Ask for advice and do your research. It's impossible to know everything about a destination and we often find the best way to find out about a place is via a LGBT specialist [travel] agent or LGBT locals."
Although nowhere in Europe is it illegal to simply be homosexual or transgender, becoming familiar with any legal or cultural issues that may be ongoing in a country, before choosing it as a possible holiday destination, is wise.
For example, for Trans and Gender Non-Conforming (TGNC) folks, it is important to know that, though this number has decreased recently, there are still 20 countries in Europe that require sterilization for gender recognition. For LGB people, a vast majority of Eastern Europe does not recognize partnerships or marriages.
For these reasons, many LGBTQI+ travelers prefer destinations, resorts, and hotels where they know they will not be treated differently.
Luckily, there are plenty of LGBTQ organizations out there to help you keep up to date with country policies, like the International Gay and Lesbian Travel Association and the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans, and Intersex Association. In terms of European LGBTQI+ rights organizations, Rainbow Europe and TGEU: Transgender Europe are worth getting to know as well.
Choosing the Right City in Europe LGBTQI+ Travel
In queer-friendly destination cities like London, Amsterdam, Madrid, Berlin, Stockholm, Barcelona, and Paris, LGBTQI culture isn't radically different. Usually, these differences vary based on the country's or region's cultural nuances. As Darren from OutofOffice.com says,
"Each city will have an area of gay bars, one or two large gay clubs and then an underground scene too. You'll find, in places like Spain, that the nightlife doesn't get going until much later in the evening. Whilst in London it wouldn't be uncommon to head to a club at about 10pm, in Spain you're probably not starting your dinner until that time and then hitting the club at 1am."
Personally speaking, Vienna, Copenhagen, Manchester, and Cologne have been my absolute favorite cities for their LGBTQI+ nightlife, quarters, heritage trails, and even royal baths. In my own travels, I have found that the smaller the cities are more likely to have local and national cultures infused into queer scenes, making the relationship with city's LGBTQI+ community that much more special and accessible.
Generally, the more off the beaten path you get, especially in Eastern Europe, the more you'll need to rely on either locals, LGBTQ travel agents, or blogs, like Travels of Adam, to get you to the right locations.
Understanding Queerphobic Europe
Whether you find this surprising, or obvious, it's important to note that Europe has homophobic and transphobic attitudes in all its regions. Of course, these are often found in more rural parts of countries. At the same time, cities are not immune to hate crimes either. Regardless of where you are, it is always important to be aware of your surroundings and have an exit plan in case the worst were to happen.
Be especially careful in Eastern Europe as much of it does not have a great track record for LGBTQI+ rights. Darren from Out of Office says "As you travel further east in Europe it can become more tricky for LGBTQ travelers."
Why is this? First, post-Soviet states in Eastern Europe are, simply, more socially conservative. Politically speaking, the Russian influence in the region is profound, and since the implementation of the government's anti-LGBTQI+ propaganda law, some countries in Eastern Europe have felt some pressure to do the same. On the shores of
the Mediterranean, Turkey has just recently banned all LGBTQI+ events in the capital of Ankara. I would recommend being extremely vigilant about your personal safety if you are going to Russia or Turkey right now.
Meanwhile, there are exceptions in the more progressive western portion of the continent, like Italy and Northern Ireland, where the fight for LGBTQI+ rights has run up against deep seated religious institutions .
A common misconception is that countries in the European Union are obligated to enforce LGBTQI+ rights. However, with the exception of employment discrimination, EU countries are responsible for their own hate crime legislation and LGBTQI+ protections.
If a hate crime were ever to happen in a country without hate crime or LGBTQI+ protection legislation, it would be important to get in touch with a local LGBTQI+ organization before contacting the police. Local organizations can be incredibly useful to help decide whether contacting the authorities is a productive course of action.
The Best Countries for Queer & Gay Travel in Europe
Now for the good news. Europe is becoming more and more LGBTQI+ friendly by the year, as reports show that the LGBTQI+ travel market is now estimated at 211 billion dollars and the LGBTQI+ tourism industry is booming like never before. Of course, urban environments and beach resorts have often been, and still are, favorites of LGBTQI+ travelers, but with increased competition between destinations for the LGBTQI+ market, choice is expanding. Darren Burn states:
"The list [of Queer-friendly countries] is growing all the time which is great news. The welcoming atmosphere of an island such as Mykonos [in Greece] has a great reputation for being LGBTQ friendly. A good blend of luxury and with a vibrant restaurant and bar scene, the destination is increasing in price year on year as it becomes the go-to place over even destinations like Ibiza, Spain."
Generally, Scandinavia and the Iberian Peninsula are where I feel the most comfortable and the regions I consider the best for my own peace of mind. From conducting my own research, speaking with fellow travelers, and my own personal experiences, I compiled a few recommendations for your next trip over to Europe:
Spain & The Canary Islands
Spain and the Canary Islands have also always been welcoming. Barcelona is a great city combining both beach life and a city break. Nearby, Sitges – about half an hour from the city – is a quaint town but full of great LGBTQ bars. Madrid's nightlife is also a blast, speaking from personal experience.
Key event to attend: WE New Years Festival or Ella International Lesbian Festival
The Netherlands
The Netherlands was the first country in the world to pass same-sex marriage laws and is famous for its socially progressive populace. A friend once described the experience of being queer in the Netherlands as like being born left-handed. The Hague,
Rotterdam, and Utrecht are also great places to visit for their night lives as well.
Key event to attend: Amsterdam Pride (and in case you go here are some helpful Amsterdam packing tips)
The national animal of Scotland is the unicorn. Doesn't that say it all? This has also been my second home for four years and the country only continues to become more accepting of all letters of our community.
Key event to attend: Edinburgh Fringe Festival and Hogmanay (New Year's Eve & January)
While it may seem far from its mainland counterparts, Iceland remains a go-to destination for LGBTQI+ travelers looking for a break from urban life or the European mainland. The country also has its own queer-oriented tour group, Pink Iceland, which is dedicated to helping LGBTQI+ travelers feel safe and have fun in Iceland.
Key event to attend: Rainbow Reykjavik Winter Pride
Malta is, perhaps, the most under recognized queer-friendly country in Europe. Besides being a top tourist destination set in the middle of the Mediterranean, Malta introduced the Gender Identity, Gender Expression and Sex Characteristics Act (GIGESC), designed "to ensure the right to individuals' physical integrity, bodily autonomy and self-determination".
Key event to attend: Malta Pride
LGBTQI+ Events for the 2017-2018 Winter Season
Nothing kills the motivation to travel more than cold air and the barren tundra that is the winter events schedule. Luckily, there are quite a few events, ranging from film festivals, to ski weeks, to Pride festivals, that are found throughout and around the winter months. Here are some to check out:
The Rainbow Ball – Vienna, Austria – 27 Jan 2018
Teddy Awards – Berlin, Germany – 15 – 25 Feb 2018
Lou Queernaval – Nice, France – 25 Feb 2018
Ella International Lesbian Festival – Palma de Mallorca, Spain
Gay Ski Buddies Week – Meribel, France – 10-17 Mar 2018
European Gay Ski Week – Les Menuires, France -17 – 24 Mar 2018
European Snow Pride – Tignes, France – 17-23 Mar 2018
Arosa Gay Ski Week – Arosa, Switzerland – 20-27 Jan 2018
WE New Years Festival – Madrid, Spain
Sitges Gay Carnival – Sitges, Spain – 6-14 Feb 2018
Maspalomas Winter Gay Pride – Maspalomas, Spain
Rainbow Reykjavik Festival – Reykyavik, Iceland – 8 – 11 Feb 2018
Snow Gay Weekend – Barcelona, Spain – 1-4 Mar 2018
Scandanavian Ski Pride – Oslo, Norway – 8 -11 Mar 2018
10th Annual Gaywise Festival – London, England
Zine Goak Film Festival – Bilbao, Spain – 20 Feb – 3 Mar 2018
Ljubljana LGBT Film Festival – Ljubljana, Slovenia
9th International Queer Film Festival – Belgrade, Serbia
18th Mezipatra Queer Film Festival – Prague/Brno, Czech Republic
9th Leather and Fetish Pride – Antwerp, Belgium – 21 – 26 Feb 2018
Europe is becoming more and more LGBTQI+ friendly and accepting. More destinations are opening up all the time. Iceland, Malta, Scotland, Spain (and the Canary Islands), and the Netherlands are great choices for LGBTQI+ travelers. Consider the following in planning your trip:
Do your homework before traveling: Just because something is labeled LGBTQ friendly does not make it fun for all identities.
Consider a LGBTQI+ friendly travel agency: Like OutofOffice.com or Detours to help plan a trip that minimizes the stress of possibly encountering discrimination.
Know the laws: And how to contact a local LGBTQI+ organization, in case you find yourself a victim of discrimination or crime. Emergency contact information and an exit plan should also be prepared in advance if you are traveling to a less accepting destination.
Take extra precautions in high risk countries: Take great care traveling to Eastern Europe as well as heavily religious places like Italy, Northern Ireland, and Turkey.
Hit up the festivals & events: The winter months in Europe do have LGBTQI+ events, ranging from film festivals to ski weeks to Pride parades.
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Discussion in 'General TV Discussions Forum' started by FlyingBig, Apr 28, 2004.
Would anyone recommend this tv? What differences are there with the TOSHIBA 42PW23P?
I also have been considering the same set 42pw33 but have been put of slightly with screen burn and i read that analogue doesn't look to good and was wondering if viewing digital cable is as good as terrestial through a freeview box.
Below is an email i received from toshiba regarding the differances with the 23 and 33 models.
The only difference between the 42PW23 and the 42PW33 is the cosmetic change to the stand. All the other features and specification are the same.Both of these models have component video input
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Starter task: Name that brand...
Key term: Branding is the process of creating a unique name and image for a product in the consumers mind.
Why do you buy what you buy?
List three brands that you buy regularly, and explain why you chose each brand.
If you cant think of any you buy regularly come list three you would like to buy and why you would buy them (if you had the money).
What company is this?
What dio they sell?
What words do you associate with this brand logo?
Key term: Logos are images used by businesses so consumers can instantly recognise that products, services, and promotional materials belong to that business and what that brand means (e.g. in terms of quality, reliability, etc.)
Stretch & challenge task:
What is your favourite brand and how did the company achieve this place in your heart? Consider the following:
> Who the company are
> Any logos, images and slogans used
> What 'personality' the brand has and why that appeals to you
> How you feel about other products that, you dont yet own, in this brands product portfolio


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from Tanya Haines of Thimble Cottage Designs, a design company based in the UK, comes this very sweet design that was in this past month's issue of Gift of Stitching. Tanya had shown it made into a needle case, but my biscornu jar needed another one so that's how I decided to finish mine. I also went very shabby chic with the fabric bow and twisted braid.
The next finished design will be a tribute to Germany so stay tuned for that. I should have it finished some time tomorrow and also....
starting on March 1st thru the 31st, I will have my birthday giveaway posted. I don't have a picture yet, but so far I've come up with:
Glenshee Linen from Scotland
Dinky Dye silk from Australia
A french cross stitch magazine
Godiva Chocolate from Belgium
DMC floss from France
HDF silk from USA
and more....so stay tuned for updates. I hope to have all this put together for a picture on March 1st.
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Some children in white night-robes run, panicked, into their mother. A hunter encounters a mysterious figure. Nimoy assures us that these people were alien abductees, aka UFO captives. And season three hits the ground running.
Alien abductees. It's hard to imagine a modern day In Search Of like series leaving this one until the third season, the idea having become almost synonymous with the UFO phenomenon itself. I guess in the 1970s, sightings were still the big deal, with abductions coming in a distant second.
We move onto a photo of a star-field while Nimoy – firing on all cylinders – gives a speech the vastness of space. We all know it – the beats, if not the words. It's been done dozens, hundreds of times since the 1950s at least. But Nimoy hits it out of the freakin' park. We move past radio telescopes as the improbability of alien contact is brought up. Inevitably we cut straight to footage of a UFO in Arizona. And then onto Nimoy standing in front of a tree in a costume that honestly wouldn't look too out of place today. He neatly sums up the concept of alien abduction, and we're moving on.
It's a lovely segment. This show can be packed full of padding at times, but here we see just how economically it can communicate ideas when it wants to. Simple, powerful and effective.
An oil derrick. A bunch of guys in hard hats working on said oil derrick. Nimoy sums up just what an average, hardworking guy the foreman is, emphasising his ordinariness. He's a hunter and something odd happened to him while out hunting.
Reenactment time! The hunter goes into the forest in his hi-vis gear. He's a handsome, craggy looking guy, like a character from an old Western. He had just shot an elk thiiiiiiiiiis big, when "something happened beyond the range of his experience". We see a man silhouetted on a hill. He passed out. On awaking, he "stumbled through the forest in a dazed condition". The hunter (who is re-enacting his own story) is not a great actor, and his desperate stumbling looks quite similar to his ordinary walking.
The hunter's wife calls for help. We cut between her on the phone and headlights driving through the night. The hunter's friends find him, dazed and rambling, in his truck. He's rushed to the emergency ward in an amnesiac state. We're told that a nurse tended him for three days, but we don't talk to her. When the hunter recovered, he found he couldn't concentrate or work, so he contacted the UFO group APRO.
The guy from APRO drives through town while explaining that he basically does recovered memory hypnosis for UFO abductees. Maybe I'm wrong and the UFO abduction thing was a bigger deal in the 1970s, but it's just that this show didn't cover it. Actually, looking back over past episodes there's less alien stuff in the first two seasons than I remembered. There's a straight-up UFO episode in season one, and a few ancient aliens bits scattered through seasons one and two, and then nothing until this.
Anyway, the scene of the ARPO psychologist driving is nicely done. This whole episode has a sort of movie-like quality to it. The psychologist hypnotises the hunter while in the voice-over he talks about time loss. There's an awesome montage of the hypnotised hunter muttering about what he saw, inter-cut with shots of him hunting and the silhouetted figure. It's super cool, disjointed and creepy like a nightmare. Then the hunter remembers being in a white cubicle, looking down on the forest from above.
I can't really do it justice. It's just as creepy as hell. This show at its unsettling best.
Now we're back at the hospital, talking to the nurse. Okay, I guess I was wrong about her not talking. Not that she says much, I guess.
Anyway, the hunter is strapped into a polygraph. Polygraph says he's telling the truth. The psychologist basically says that people who say they've been abducted by aliens have been abducted by aliens. We cut to the hunter at the local diner. He thanks the psychologist for his help, saying it allowed him to get over his experience and return to work. He says he doesn't mind if people believe him or not, and we watch an oil company truck drive off to the strains of creepy music as we wrap up his story.
Now we move to the steel mills outside of Salt Lake City. A woman with big glasses who works at the steelworks. I assume she's a secretary but actually she does machinery repairs. So take that! my own unconscious sexism.
She drives her pickup home, for a recreation. I suddenly realise that the shot of her leaving the plant includes a lot of other plant workers walking behind her. Extras. This documentary has extras. That is brilliant.
She discusses sleeping in her bed, her young son climbing in too. A simple flashlight shines on the darkened exterior of the house, suggesting an outside observer. Nimoy narrates the people sleeping. That's right. He narrates sleeping. And it works.
Sinister electronic chords play -- unsettling, unnatural tones. The family run through the silent house in their bare feet. A door opens with a light behind it and a child looks out. Zoom out on the house and cut to a police siren.
So. Good.
We see a be-sunglassed cop driving along the highway and we're told his investigation of an alleged break in turned up nothing, so he left the case open. He ignored the daughter's claim that the house had been invaded by spacemen.
Some kids with long hair and flares play Frisbee in a park. It's so 1970s that I have to assume their parents are disco-dancing at a fondue party at James Caan's house. Nimoy talks about how UFO investigator believe that abductees are programmed to forget their experiences, but that children have the best chance of retaining some memories. The mother/tool repair person from the story says that she only investigated a UFO angle to her story only because her children insisted.
She talks about reading up on UFOs and finally deciding to talk to another APRO psychologist. APRO stands for Aerial Phenomena Research Organisation. Don't know why this wasn't stated earlier.
We see the psychologist walking through a field with the tool repairer, with the Wasacht Mountains in the background. Stunning. And then he's putting her under hypnosis. Eerie music as the camera plays dramatically over her and her flannel nighty. She tells her story of being on a spaceship. Montage of her and her family running, lying down. Just audible under her voice and the dramatic chords is this line of what sounds like an electronically distorted voice speaking an unknown language. Oh, man, it's as creepy as hell!
Summing up now. Nimoy talks about the theory that contact with aliens must be long distance, through radio telescopes. But, he says, some ordinary Americans believe that contact has been made.
UFO abductees is a weird topic. It's kind of why I think of myself as a small 's' sceptic. It's one thing to tell people that they misinterpreted what they saw, or that the vague shape they recorded in a cellar is just a vague shape. But to tell people that they didn't experience what they believe they experienced… Maybe I'm softhearted, but it seems a little harsh. No I don't think it was aliens but… well, it's just a little harsh, is all.
So I don't think I'll even bother getting into worrying about the truth or otherwise of their stories. I'd rather talk about just how cinematically this episode is filmed. Beautiful establishing shots, clever use of montage, great low key sinister electronic music and Nimoy just at the top of his game. I've seen big budget movies that fail at what this single episode of a cheap, low-key documentary series does with this episode. This is the show at its best. Just sublime.
"He said, the sun burns him. He's going to take me, take me back." - The first abductee, the hunter. There's something poetic about this line that I just like.
"I'm left with the mysterious and sometimes uncomfortable feeling that the cases are happening as the individuals describe." - The first psychologist.
Summing Up
Nimoyness: 9/10, Music: 9/10, Montage: 10/10, Interviewees: 8/10, Creepiness: 9/10. Overall: 45/50. High Distinction.


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That was an awful week and I'm glad it's over. Like I said last post I was sick. What I didn't know then was how sick I was going to be. It lasted all week and it was pretty bad.
I had SJ over another day to help, and J's dad. J stayed home a whole day and another morning because I just couldn't do it anymore.
Thankfully after a few days of feeling awful and using regular Advil and Tylenol I went online and found out that cold medication is fine while breastfeeding. I started with cold drugs and started feeling better almost right away. And by that, I mean I felt better than I had been feeling, but still awful.
My parenting was bare bones this week and my pride lowered but my kids survived and I survived by asking for help. Next week can only be better.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Worst Week
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Glad to hear you are on the mend, and showing your kids asking for help works and is good can't be a bad thing either.ReplyDelete
Boo illness. R had the flu last week and we used the spare bedroom as quarantine. That made the higher rent on a 2 bedroom worth it in my book!
All the best in a quick bounce back this week.
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Nov 18, 2014
Erica Morrissey, a sophomore from Mulberry, has signed a letter of intent to play softball next year at Florida Southern College.
"We are very excited for Erica and very proud of her for signing with Florida Southern," said Polk State Head Coach Jeff Ellis.
"This is a great opportunity for her to continue her academic and athletic career. I believe she will have a very successful career there and be an impact player for Coach Chris Belloto."
Morrissey, who plays third base, helped lead the Eagles to the championship game of the 2014 state tournament.
In the 2014 season she hit .380 with eight doubles, a triple, five home runs, and 38 RBI.


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Please contact Pentti Tofferi, General Manager, for membership information at firstname.lastname@example.com, or call (970) 926-3080.
The opportunity to become a Member of the Country Club of the Rockies' family is a truly unique experience in the Vail Valley. A Member-owned private club, we strive to create the friendly, open, social environment you expect in an upscale private club.
Whether you are here for a few weeks, the entire season, or year-round, our diverse calendar of events and social gatherings will enable you to feel at home as soon as you join. It's all about building relationships and enriching lives.
CCR is a special place where relationships are established and memories are created!
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Everyone experiences some sort of pain in their lives. It can take the form of a stress-induced headache, a muscle group strained from sports activities, or be the result of an injury at work or an automobile accident. For some, pain can be chronic in nature and something they live with on a daily basis.
Pain is the most common symptom for which individuals seek medical help. Acute pain easily can evolve into chronic pain, which can become difficult to treat. Many commonly prescribed, commercially available pain relief medications help the symptoms associated with chronic conditions such as arthritis, fibromyalgia, migraine headaches, and other nerve and muscle pain, but they can also result in unwanted side effects such as drowsiness or dizziness. Many patients taking these medications come to accept these conditions as part of daily life, but they may find a better solution through pharmacy compounding.
In addition, many patients experience stomach irritation or other unpleasant side effects from taking pain medication. Some have difficulty taking the medication in its commercially available form. Pharmacy compounding can provide alternate methods of delivery to make the process easier. Instead of a capsule or tablet, pain medications often can be compounded as dosage forms such as a topical gel, cream or spray form that can be applied directly to the site of the pain and absorbed through the skin. Compounding offers personalized pain relief.


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Hanging art is annoying. There, I said it. In a fit of vitamin-D induced excitement, I finally got my act together and hung to pieces of art I've had sitting around forever. This is ridiculous, because I LOVE these two pieces, and they're made to be hung together.
I had a section of wall space that was perfect for these two pieces, but I knew I would need them evenly spaced. I still use a calculator for everything, so I put off this project, thinking it was time-consuming.
SO EASY. You'll need two measurements: the width of your wall space, and the width of your frames.
First, you'll subtract the total width of your frames from the width of your wall. In my case, my wall space was 47 inches wide, and my frames were 13 inches wide. So, 13×2, subtracted from 47. I was left with 21 inches.
Second, you'll take your remaining inches and divide it by your number of frames plus 1 (so 3, for me). This left me with 7 inches.
Knowing this, I measured in 7 inches from each end of each wall, and indicated where my frames would start, once hung. I then divided the width of my frames in half, to indicate the center point of the frame, where the nail would hang (13 divided by 2 = 6.5 inches). I marked that spot with a pen, and then did the same on the opposite side of the wall.
The hardest part was getting both marks to be level. A large level will make this easy. A small pocket sized level (or your smart phone) will require a large straight piece of something (cookie sheet?) that spans the width of both marks. Make sure they're even and make sure you take in to consideration where the nail will actually hit the picture frame. My frames have an inside lip on the back of the frame of about half an inch.
And always, photos are to be hung eye level! Don't hang anything a foot from the ceiling. That's just silly.
Final step: stand back and take multiple photos of your work so you can plaster them all over social media, and show off your DIY warrior skills. The moral of this story is stop putting things off because once you finally do them, you'll kick yourself for not doing it sooner.


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Friday, June 8, 2007
ASAFOEDITA (Hing/Kayam)
This Culinary spice is also called as hing(Hindi), Perungayam(Tamil). There is no southindian kitchen without this spice in their spice box. Hing is sold either as blocks(dark Amber Color) or Powder(Mixed with Rice flour. Hence the powder is less scented and less effective than the block. Hing is nothing but gum or resin extracted from the sap of a fennel like plant. This spice has
exceptional digestive qualities.
Usually I prefer powder as it is hard to pound the block. My Mom gave a nice idea to make powder out of the block that I want to share with you all. Take the Hing block in a microwave bowl and microwave it for one minute. Flip the side and do it for one more minute. The hing becomes triple it size like a crunchy ball. Pound it using the Mortar and Pestle. It becomes powder in no time.
Store it in an air tight container and use.
Tips: A glass of thin Buttermilk with 1/2 teaspoon of Hing powder aids indigestion.
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May 31, 2009
Graduation de Elizerbeth
So people grow up, it appears. My cousin decided to graduate from high school and I had the fun of shooting it. This was the night after the grad when we took her to eat at some fancy Italian place, the pain is still fresh from the bill, and running around downtown in a bus of a limo. Um, also, this was my first time using a speed light and I over exposed everything trying to compensate..sniff sniff. Oh, the pain...
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I had to fly to Nashville, Friday to sing one song that night and then fly back out the next morning at 6 for work after staying up most of the night! Ahem, some of my more ... anti-albert-whining friends tell me to make the best of this trip, so here's my attempt.
|My cereal! And enormous bowl, ha! From Nashville
|Relative to a normal-sized bowl. That joker took 30 minutes to eat. I was sick of the mushy...um, whatever it was by then. From Nashville
|Very high quality shaking, you know. From the stage at AMC, held at...um...lemme check...aha! Opryland Hotel in Nashville. From Nashville
|I'm not sure what Joel's thinking right now, but its not about the song. Might be lunch...From Nashville
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After reading an article about the Orlando shooter and that he used a new type of assault rifle, called a SIG Sauer MCX, I was curious what it looked like and ended up on the Guns & Ammo website. There I watched a short video of a SIG Sauer representative describing the features of their killing tool. About half-way through, the representative mentioned that the gun had a "full-length Picatinny top rail, so it looks a bit sexier."
Yep! That's the dream of every ammosexual—a gun with sexy parts!


text: Hello! I'm G. I've been browsing this forum quite a lot to help answer questions I had about fish and fish tanks. I got thrust into fishkeeping rather unexpectedly. The short version: My guy was leaving to walk his kids to the train when he suddenly ran back inside with a produce bag full of water. Someone had tied a goldfish in filthy water to a dumpster in the alley in the 40 degree weather. Working as fast as I could (I just happened to have a jug of distilled water on hand from a previous project) I got him into a container and began the furious journey of research, knowing basically nothing. I learned he was a fancy fantail, about 5" long, and very sick. Fin rot to his body in some spots, gasping, ulcers, broken blood vessels in his face and body. By the next day I had him in a 20L aquarium that I was treating with meds. He was doing better... until he wasn't. The same day I got a proper 30 gallon setup he passed away with large black patches forming over his face and body. From what I was reading he had severe ammonia poisoning, parasites, and possibly internal damage. I was basically a week-long hospice where he was able to pass in relative comfort (I hope). I'm not even sure if I could have saved his life even with what I know now. ..but that left me with a 30-gallon setup and no fish! I decided to set up the tank the proper way with all that I had learned so far with the intent of having 2 fancy variety goldies, a dragon-eye and a fantail. I did a fishless cycle on my tank for a grueling 29 days and obsessive water tests, until at last I had good readings. One week ago today I went to a nice local pet store and picked up 2 small fancy goldfish. My setup: 30 gallons freshwater with a glass top and aquarium light undergravel filter, 2 lift tubes with charcoal (good gods did I run into a lot of conflicting info on those) airstone, 2" or so gravel, couple of decorations, 9 marimo balls Feeding: cilantro, blanched spinach, duckweed (I had to save some of it out, they ate nearly all I bought in 2 days, haha) and Wardley goldfish flakes (I have Repashy on order). Fish: Sun Wukong the Calico Fantail (So named because she(?) is very hyper and outgoing and reminded my guy of a monkey) about 2" Copper the Dragon Eye Fantail (named for the color... he was nearly black at the pet store and he's slowly turning more metallic) about 2.5" I also have Black Rascal, a rescue lion-head bunny who free-roams the house, Floyd the cockatiel who I actually caught under a sheet on a sailing ship (another crazy story) and his tiny attentive shadow, Parker the Parakeet (who was picked up half dead in a city park). Today I'm going to do my first water change and gravel cleaning, and also dose my tank with API General Cure because my calico fantail is showing signs of parasites. Week One, here I am! ~G


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Maddalena: Electrodream
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Maddalena has been involved in different music genre before getting to electro-pop. Since she was a kid she was madly in love with American female songwriters such as Lisa Germano, Cat Power, Hope Sandoval, Ani DiFranco. She loves rock music, post-rock, country, rockabilly, pop, alternative Italian music, blues… Yet her first album Electrodream (Irma Records, [&hellip


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I'm half-awake and this city is stripped down, broken down into panels, where people smile in fractions of less than ten per cent. Some of us wear bandages over our eyes, and do not see green balloons that shape and shift the trees. The skies are streaked in post-box red, my favourite kind of shepherd's warning. But red is not always beware, a rule of thumb used for weather forecasting; it can be a garden escape by Geranium sanguineum. I fall in with the leaves of autumn and a red bucket where white hens are rusting.
- Alan Summers
I can relate to the flat red of Henri Matisse's "The Red Studio," with a hookah in the foreground and a woman, also in red, in the upper left corner. I still remember my mother's angry demeanor when she discovered the first rivulets of red between my legs, when I was twelve years old. My strict, orthodox mother furiously pronounced that now I had "become a woman" and must no longer play games with boys. This bleeding would happen every month. Sobbing, I asked her for an explanation, but I was left uncomforted. During the days of my menstrual period, I was forbidden to enter the family shrine. Every month I was a pariah, isolated in a red room.
a red hibiscus laid gently on a roadside shrine
- Angelee Deodhar
When I was young I would blush easily. It was awful because I knew that everyone else could tell when I was embarrassed. I think it started in the 2nd grade when I had to raise my hand to go to the bathroom and Mrs. Thornton told me to wait 10 minutes until recess. Luckily I didn't pee in my pants, but turning a bright shade of red was almost worse. I could feel the warm flush start in my neck and slowly rise up my face until the blood settled in my cheeks. After that first time the blushing became uncontrollable and I would turn red if I received a compliment or a criticism. I felt so exposed, thinking that other people could see into my brain, or my heart.
- Annie Wexler
I painted the floor of my daughter's bathroom red. She had wanted a white floor, so it was painted white, but it always looked grey. One day when she was gone I painted it red. And she realized that was it, the right color. After all, her kitchen floor is a deep red and she was the one who chose those tiles.
- Barbara Anger
Raspberries are red and so are strawberries. And cherries. And some varieties of grapes. And watermelon. And pomegranates. And persimmons. But you would never mistake one for the other, based solely on color.
- Barbara Cartwright
I had received a special Christmas gift: a lightweight, Henley style sweater in red. A girl for whom I held a torch, but who had (perhaps wisely) rebuffed my clumsy attempts at romance, asked to borrow it on a cold day. A year passed. A second year passed. The flame died. The friendship remained. Though I often saw her wear my Christmas gift, I never asked for it back. She had (perhaps unwisely) allowed herself to be seduced by another one, one who could promise her uncompromising masculinity, a steady career, and stable finances. The week of her wedding, I saw her wearing the sweater and finally requested its return. But history had been revised, and this red sweater — the one now bleeding its color up her neck and into her cheeks — belonged to her intended. A moment passed. I insisted. She deflected. I withdrew. A decade passed. The friendship faded. Yet a cursory glance through photos on social media confirms that she still wears my red sweater, and I wonder why it was so important to her that she would lie to keep it. And I wonder if she even remembers that it was a lie.
- Bevan Michael Haynes
"Are you related to that red-haired preacher?" Yes, I am. He is my grandfather. My father's father. But I am also related to that red-haired beauty my mother calls Doro. Her sister. And there are others as well — remembering an uncle, cousins, ancestors, and much-loved friends. Red all around me. Ribbons and shirts and shoes; flowers and feathers and kitchen walls. Like the root chakra it represents, red grounds me — gives me strength. Makes a place I can call home. If I could, I'd always live in a red house. My husband says red is my color. It might be.
- C. Robin Janning
One Fall Saturday afternoon my father came to me and asked "Do you want to see something special?" I went with him to the kitchen and I could see on the counter he had out a cutting board and a very sharp knife. On the cutting board were two of the reddest apples I'd ever seen. Without being told to, I moved the green kitchen stool over to the counter and climbed up. Normally, I would automatically begin to spin on this stool. I never tired, it seemed, of moving the seat around and around. But this day I didn't spin. My father explained that he had been to the apple orchard that day and brought home a new kind of apple. It was called a "Pink Lady." "But it's red, Dad. It should be called a Red Lady." "Watch!" he replied, and he took the big knife and split the apple in half. The inside of the apple was different than any other apple I'd ever seen. It was rosy pink at the bottom, with no white whatsoever. As you looked up toward the stem the flesh of the apple became a lighter and lighter shade of pink. "Try it," my dad said, handing me a slice. No kidding, it was the sweetest apple I'd ever tasted. My dad smiled and helped me down off the stool, while I finished my piece, and we moved over to the kitchen table. We sat there, mostly in silence, enjoying slice after slice of the Pink Lady apple. When we finished he looked at me and smiled. "Tastes pink, doesn't it?"
- Chris McNamara
My mother wanted her new car to be red. But not just any red. It had to be a classy red. "What was the color of that nice station wagon you drove back in Minnesota?" she asked me. "Wild Strawberry, they called it," I responded. "Yes, your Wild Strawberry car. I want something like that." We looked at red cars whenever we went driving together. "Nope, nope, nope," my mother would say. We looked at cars in parking lots. "Too brassy. Too loud. Not sophisticated enough." She looked through brochures of car colors and, finally, she found a color she liked. Venetian Red. "It's perfect," she declared. So we went to a car dealership. The salesperson showed her the model she wanted. "But do you have it in Venetian Red?" my mother asked. Alas, the answer was no. Luckily my brother ended up finding her the car she wanted, in another city, at a much cheaper price, and with the requisite heated seats. He delivered the car to my mother this past weekend. All she could say was "yes, yes, yes." And everyone who saw it could not help noticing what a handsome color my mother's new car was. "Oh well," she said. "It's Venetian Red."
- Gabrielle Vehar
The tiny red pedal tractor that my kid brother used to ride in circles around the downstairs — through the hallway, around the staircase to the living room, into the dining room — as fast as his short legs could pedal, his face beaming with the purest pleasure, exuding joy.
- Heather Boob
Red is the color of pomegranates — red leather outside, nature's blood, sweet-sour, inside. My father bought me my first one. He loved Greek myths and had wanted to call me Penelope, but my mother found out that was his girlfriend's name and saved me from being a "Penny" by tying me down with "Heidi" — a good-natured, irrepressible goatherd, instead.
- Heidi DeCoo
I had had a miscarriage and was miserable, grieving. A couple of friends offered to take my husband and me out for dinner and dancing, to cheer us up. We set a date and
I decided I should have a new dress for the occasion. I chose a pattern: a long swooping style, sleeveless, with a scooped neck. And a soft fabric, brilliant red. Just making the dress gave me a lift, and when the evening of our date came I was ready to have fun. The four of us lingered over dinner and then we danced. I felt not beautiful, but exotic, a flame that burned high. The miscarriage could never be forgotten but the darkness of it was matched by the light and joy of the evening with my husband and two good friends, as I swirled and twirled in glorious red.
- Joanna M. Weston
He was her lifelong love she would not have another, even though he left suddenly without explanation and never an argument after their 22 years of marriage and five children. He left on Independence Day, ironically, and after the door closed and his suitcase was out of sight, the rest of her life was repercussions. She worked hard all day to make it all work, but at night she walked in circles in her dark room upstairs, I knew because I listened. Early one night she called me (I was the oldest, seventeen, and ready to start my own life, poised for college). She opened her door holding a pair of pretty red high-heeled shoes. She was always colorful, but she said to me, now you have to wear them. And so I did and she always smiled encouragingly to see me in them, and she loved my red dancing dresses too. From that day on, until her last day, almost 95, I never saw her in anything but blue.
- Kath Abela Wilson
Red traffic lights seem to hold no meaning in Ithaca. Red coquelicot (wild poppies), dancing in the French field, a long-time memory. Red light, green light, a backyard game from my childhood. Red and pink together, a fashion faux pas from years ago. The house across the street from mine, painted Cherry Cobbler, do I like it? Red strawberries under green leaves, hiding from the color-blind fruit-picker. Red bathing suit, worn only once, soon to be a Good Will donation. Red geraniums, not my favorite, a spring compromise. A painting of red apples hanging on my kitchen wall, the artist, my uncle at age 18. Bright red Austin Healey sports car zips around the streets of Ithaca. Traded in on a red Volkswagen bus that carried us across the country. A red Dasher, a red Gran Torino, a red Saab — the red cars of my life. Red tomatoes warmed by the sun, a gardener's dream. Red Christmas sweater celebrates the season.
- Linda Keeler
Sophia Loren loved to wear red, it was her favorite color. I had the honor of writing a script for her, where she taught the CEO of JCPenney how to speak Italian. Back in that day the TV cameras couldn't handle red, so she wasn't allowed to wear it. She wasn't happy. She would wear yellow instead. So I bought myself an outfit that was all red, from head to toe, bright red high heels and all. But Sophia Loren never got to see me in it because her husband, Carlo Ponti, postponed the filming. Then they had to return to Italy and we were left with only the CEO. I kept that red dress and shoes for years, and the teleprompter version of the script.
- Mara Alper
Red leather purse. Or jacket. Or shoes. Or couch. Red leather love. Red leather thoughts. Red leather feelings. Red leather soap. Red leather cat. Red leather shower. Waves of red leather sensation hitting the back of this body. Of this universe. Red leather spiral into the unknown. Red leather clouds. Red leather lover. Red leather boot straps that lay, untouched, on the ground. Just pull yourself up by the bootstraps. I 'm done. So, so done with red leather bootstraps. May they lay on a dust-covered shelf, at the back of the closet, next to the greasy bottle of WD-40 and the pile of rusty nails. No more red leather bootstraps for me.
- Marcy Little
When I was a kid I had a dog named Princess. I've always wished I had come up with a more creative and original name for her, but I totally blanked at name-choosing-time. She was a funny mix of Black Lab and Beagle. Black everywhere except at the very tip of her long tail. One Christmas my Wichita cousin, who had a dog named Duchess that looked like Princess except bigger, bought them both a present: bright red rubber galoshes that strapped onto their paws. We thought this was hilarious and couldn't wait to try them out. There was a bit of snow on the ground so we all ran outside to play. Duchess took to the boots instantly and pranced around the yard. Princess totally freaked out and stood there trembling. I called to her and knew she desperately wanted to run to me, but she couldn't make her feet work. Maybe the feel of the rubber between her paws and the ground was too much for her to comprehend. She could manage to scoot her front legs forward but then she wasn't sure how to get her back half going. It was as if she suddenly forgot how to walk. She stretched one back leg high in the air but she couldn't bring it back down to the ground. Her leg shook so badly I thought she was going to cry. So I removed those stupid red boots from her paws. Instantly she was happily dancing around the yard with her usual delight. I never made her wear them again.
- Marty Blue Waters
My go-to slip-ons are red. They were never bright shiny red, but now they are dull-tarnish red. That's what comes from about seven years of wear in all kinds of weather. The nice thing about their present color is that they don't clash with anything I wear, so I can just slip into these shoes as I leave the house to embark on the day's adventures.
- Mary Louise Church
Poinsettia plants, wrapped in gold foil, were delivered to our house every Christmas by someone my father worked for. I hated them. Their look, their color, the way their red leaves would soon dry up. Then the plants were relegated to the basement, where they'd reside for far too long, as though hoping for a second life. A life which never came.
- Nancy Osborn
I am a proud member of the tribe of red diaper babies. You know all the signals — moist eyes when you hear a recording of Pete Seeger singing union songs; flashes of red hot anger at the mere mention of Joseph McCarthy's name; embarrassed failure to make eye contact with anyone who accurately, but irritatingly, reminds us that Stalin was not a lovable father figure, but rather was a murderous anti-Semitic monster. We brag about unannounced visits to our homes by FBI agents in trench coats and fedora hats. "How many raw eggs were you bombarded with at May Day rallies?" we ask each other, competitively. What have we carried with us into our seniority from those halcyon days? Some deny the past, have swung so far to the right that they tip over. But most of us cling to the intensity of our parents' belief that the human condition could be improved, could be more egalitarian. We still think the barriers which divide us by race, class, religion, and nationality could be lowered, if not eliminated. Bear with me if you see me tear up at certain song lyrics: "If you want better wages let me tell you what to do . . ." or "I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night . . ." Especially in these days of rage, I'm grateful for the continuity of the values and beliefs that came tucked into our red diapers.
- Nina Miller
Red-haired ones, your time is nigh, you know how to live and you live life well. Marry each other, be fruitful and multiply, let your numbers swell.
- Rob Sullivan
I went to the mountains outside of Urumqi, China, to collect insects for ecological research. While I worked I stayed with a group of nomadic Kazaks. Each day I came back to the compound worn and cold after searching the steep slopes for caterpillars. A young woman befriended me. She invited me into her family's yurt, sat me down, and lay her head against me. Her mother served me salty sheep's milk tea while her grandmother smiled, toothlessly. On my last day there we met on the muddy path between our homes. I handed her my wool gloves as a parting gift. She handed me a square of deep red velvet with a florescent orange yarn border, crocheted by her grandmother. My daughter was angry that I had gone to Urumqi. When I came home a few weeks later she was angry anew because I had dared to leave, and then to return. Her round toddler face was hot and wet with tears of rage as she watched me unpack, suspiciously. I wanted to scoop her up and kiss her all over because I had missed her so much. But out of respect for her singular fury I waited, confident that eventually my embrace wouldn't be a violation. I pulled the red velvet cloth from my bag, folded it neatly and offered it to her. She eyed it, came closer, and touched it. It was soft. She took it and pressed it gently against her lips. Tears filled her eyes, and mine. Then she put her hand on my open hand, and climbed into my lap.
- Saskya van Nouhuys
This morning: a red robin, singing in a tree, serves as my alarm clock. The red fox in the backyard, looking for my cat. A red deer, peeking around a tree, just to scare my wife.
- "Spike" Lee
What if I painted my house bright blistering red? Red is the color of the root chakra, after all, the center of groundedness, of firm foundations, of consistent support. Would it make me want to stay put, at long last? Would it finally make a home?
- Stacey Murphy
I don't care for the color red, unless it is worn by a maple tree in October. Then red is a joyous reminder of beauty yet to come — again and again and again — as round we go. At least for a while.
- Sue Crowley
My son's Subaru is red. He and my husband drive ahead of us as we travel to the Tetons. In our car, my daughter-in-law, her mother, and I follow their red dot through the golden, rolling hills of Idaho. Their scarlet car is vivid against the ochre wheat fields and the dark blue-grey of low clouds that are promising snow. The red of rock maples spatter the hills, tracing the paths of small streams as they descend to valleys dotted with red barns. In the distance, hulking green harvesters docilely follow huge red tractors across the tan expanses. We fly past hills which grow to evergreen-clad mountains dusted with the first snow. As in a Japanese print, the brilliant dots of red remind us how bright are all the other colors.
- Sue Norvell
There have been so many wonderful reds in my life. My first car, a 1965 red Corvair. My 2000 wine-red Toyota Camry, which I had for 15 years. Ruby Colorganics lipstick. Earth-red Colorganics lipstick. The red leather wallet in my pocketbook. My red suede pocketbook now living hours away in Canton, New York. Strappy red high-heeled sandals, worn when I was single. A long-sleeved Habitat blouse, almost ready to wear (as soon as the temperature drops a bit). The queen-size cherry-red pull-out couch in my office. Red walking shoes, made by Clarks, purchased in Dublin. The pair of red dangly earrings I borrowed from my good friend Roberta to wear at my nephew's engagement party. A red wool swing jacket, ideal in fall or spring, from Lands' End. A red silk scarf, just one of many scarves I own.That red, orange, brown, and yellow scarf I bought on the street in Florence. An image of red eye glass frames, featured prominently on my new business logo. Red-framed eye glasses that I actually wear. The red Persian rug, left behind when I moved from New York City. Red. My favorite color.
- Sue Perlgut
The bride, that would me, had little say in the wedding preparations. The m.o.b., that would be the mother of the bride, was throwing the party. An extravaganza wedding event for her only daughter, and that was that. So there would be the dress in the high-waisted empire style, and a carved ice swan looming ominously over the hors d'oeuvres table. The music was carefully chosen, exactly what my mother loved. "Mum," I said, "about the bouquet, the one I carry down the aisle, I would like to carry red roses." "What? That would never do! Pink roses and stephanotis will be fine." "But I like red roses. I really want them." "No," she replied again. "Red roses stand for passion," my mother said, straightening her back, "you wouldn't want that." I wore the dress, carried the pink roses, watched the ice swan melt in the summer heat. I didn't like that wedding. But then I didn't like the groom either. We divorced after two years.
- Susan Lesser
I have always loved red shoes. I had red sneakers in my early teens that I wore with tight designer jeans. My signature colors at that time were red, black, and white. When I became a more surly teenager, I bought a pair of red high-top sneakers. I wanted them so badly, I bought them even though they were too big. They flopped on my feet, poking out from under my father's old trench coat. Red started to seem too violent and also had a tinge of patriotism about it that made it problematic for me, once I became more politically aware. I didn't wear shoes much at all during that period. I started collecting red sneakers again when I became jaded and sarcastic. I still have them, even though I divorced my jaded and sarcastic husband. Now they look like joy on my feet, like hope and humor and ease. I still like red shoes. I probably always will.
- Susanna Drbal
First grade, not the first day of school but the second. My first-day-of-school dress, one that Mom made, was black-and-white checked, pompoms around the wide collar, matching my saddle oxfords. Ho-hum! My second-day-of-school dress is special, bought on the road during our summer trip to New Mexico, at a Navajo gift shop. It's exotic: silky desert brown with multi-colored stripes that encircle the skirt, the middle stripe a bold red. I'm so excited. It will be my show-and-tell item. The crinolines, usually stiff and scratchy against my knees, aren't so uncomfortable this morning. As I step into the classroom, I see a girl I don't know in an identical dress. The red stripe around her skirt glows; my heart sinks. How is this possible? A dress from over 1600 miles away, so different, so unusual? Grim faced, I look up at our teacher. She smiles and says, "You can go first today." She becomes my favorite teacher.
- Theresa A. Cancro
In my wardrobe there is one great oddity: a red fleece nightdress with Scottish Terriers going this way and that all over it. Most everything else in my closet is unobtrusive, passive if you will. Consequently, this strange garment sits in my closet like an out of place exclamation mark. My mother would have loved it. She was a flamboyant woman with bizarre taste. A paisley French scarf with a zebra striped shirt wouldn't have been the slightest bit unusual. The winter after her passing, in the curious state that grief proved itself to be, I remember being fixated on the idea of purchasing a nightdress. I had never owned one before and it became almost a frantic necessity to have one. While scrolling through various styles online I came across that particular print. Oh, the sly smile and chuckle it elicited. It was the antithesis to my state of being. I don't know why, years later, it sits in my closet, unworn and mostly forgotten, except that it reminds me that maybe there might be a little of my mother in me after all.
- Tia Haynes
I used to dye my hair henna red plum eggplant auburn deep dark red. The color of my hair dyed and dyed again to be vibrant and brighter than the sun, to be seen, to entertain, to be on fire, a burning flame like the red of my heart, a flame on fire.
- Yvonne Fisher
A few years ago a young woman came to town and opened a Pop-Up shop — one day only — in an unoccupied storefront near my house. The hand-lettered sign in the window said "Amazing things happening inside here." So naturally, I walked right in. Before I could ask about the amazing things the woman ran over and wrapped me in a tight embrace. "Hello hello hello and welcome," she said. She was all smiles. She had a deep laugh. I recognized the signs. This woman was from Brooklyn. She informed me that she was an artist and her chosen canvas was other people's bodies. "Let me paint your face," she urged. When I shook my head no she said "Okay, your arms, or your back or . . . ." I cut her off. "I'd like you to paint the fingernail of my right thumb." She bowed toward me. "Excellent choice," she said, gesturing toward a stack of art books piled high on a chair. "Choose a painting and I will reproduce it on your thumbnail." I selected a volume of paintings by Georgia O'Keeffe and found an image of poppies. "Poppies!" the young artist exclaimed. She begged me to let her paint a poppy on each one of my fingernails but I demurred; just the right thumbnail. So she got to work creating a miniature masterpiece, a red poppy with tiny flecks of white and the barest hint of green. If you saw it you might have thought it was a tomato but you would have been wrong. It was a poppy. A beautiful red poppy. I was very happy with it. "What do I owe you for this?" I asked, when she was finished. "How about a hug?" she suggested. I paid her with a hug. "Bye-bye darling," she called as I left. I love it when someone I barely know calls me darling. I mean it. I really do.
- Zee Zahava


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Set against the towering maple, this
abandoned house ~ this eyesore of the
neighborhood ~ seems to be almost beautiful.
Under the vibrant, orange canopy, her
broken glass, peeling paint, cracked bricks
and drooping shutters bother no one.
These, after all, are the weeks
where ghosts and goblins come alive...
...and scary houses spark our imagination.


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In the last three weeks, two hundred and fifty victims of snake bite have died in Plateau and Gombe States, following the scarcity of snake anti-venom drugs in the country.
Reports say this figure is the number of confirmed deaths from three snake treatment centres – General Hospital, Kaltungo, Ali Mega Pharmacy, Gombe and Comprehensive Medical Centre, Zamko, Plateau State.
A correspondent of the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN), who visited the three medical outfits, met other victims in critical situations, with some of them left on bare floors as the doctors said they were helpless without the anti-venom.
"We receive an average of 50 victims every day. Some arrive here in very critical conditions and we just have to watch them die because we are helpless," Abubakar Abdullahi Aliyu, Managing Director, Aliyu Mega Pharmacy, told NAN in Gombe.
He said that more than 70 victims had died in the last three weeks following the lack of anti-venom to treat them, adding that some came from Adamawa, Taraba, Bauchi, Borno and Plateau States.
"An average of six deaths are recorded daily. If you go to the snake treatment centre at the Kaltungo General Hospital, you will pity the victims; the lucky ones among them get supportive treatment, while many are left to fate since the drugs are not available.
"Between August and October, we received 750 victims. We were given 700 vials of the anti-venom on August 31, but we exhausted them before October. Many people are just dying. It is a major crisis," he stated.
Aliyu said that the only available drug – Indian anti-venom – was not as effective in the treatment of the bites from carpet vipers, the commonest poisonous snakes in the country.
"We have tried the Indian anti-venom, but it does not elicit much response. Sometimes, we give six vials and more to a patient, but the effect will be minimal. If we had Echitab drugs, one dose is enough to cure a patient," he said.
The pharmacist urged the Federal Government to promptly step in to assist Echitab Study Group, the outfit coordinating the supply and distribution of the Echitab drugs, so as to make them available.


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By June Griffin
In his book, Man Of The House, The Life and Political Memoirs of Speaker Tip O'Neill, this powerful politician reveals the shenanigans of his rise to fame and war on old-fashioned Americanism and its roots. Voting to defund the House Committee on un-American activities and voting against the American Legion's requirement of oath of allegiance to our Constitution, he upholds those whom he refers to as "my people," as opposed to "their people," Page 9. In these delineations, he clearly shows his adherence to his class of favorites and move to unseat the liberties granted to private property ownership, all in the name of 'doing good,' for 'his people,' of course. "His people" were Unionists-Democrats and he makes no bones about it. This triplet of favoritism sets up an interesting and contemplative scene.
Everyone has a "people," those with whom they are comfortable, those for whom they will join common cause, those with whom or for whom they may offer their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. To deny this truth is a delusion. Why Tip O'Neill thought it normal to pen such words is a commentary in itself; he considered it normal that one would fight for their own people and he set his sights and accomplishments to that end. He set in action motions, laws and ordinances which would take away your own right of private ownership and control just to guarantee jobs, benefits, and ultimately public insurance to 'help out the poor,' of course. This bought votes and favor from unthinking and short-sighted people. And Tip O'Neill felt good about supporting 'his people.'
This truth in actuality and principle is ancient and irrefutable. Second Chronicles Seven Fourteen states: "If my people, which are called by My name, shall humble themselves and pray and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and will heal their land" This precludes that first, God has a people - they are His people. He has them under His coverage and He will fight for them in His powerful ways and means, He will make war on their enemies, He will make bear His arm, He will heal them and their land, He will show the world who His people are, a status highly desired. The blessing which ascends on God's people is irrefutably shown in the United States of America, our honor and oaths upon the Holy Bible, our guide and civilization guaranteed under the Ten Commandments given to Moses and inscribed in the marble halls in our national and state capitols, the purposes and resolves stated, yea, shouted through the Declaration of Independence, and the unspeakable gifts and liberties to the individual citizen in the Bill of Rights - all these are beloved and defended by God's people. To them are the favors.
Just because you love your own people does not mean that you hate those that are not your people (this is inserted for the unlearned and incompetent) but it does mean that should any dare to touch those beloved ones, you will fight for them. That the so-called American Civil Liberties Union has made war on our people also demonstrates their defense of their people, in the vernacular of such as Tip O'Neill and they have made war through infiltrating the judiciary and stirred up lawsuits to fill their coffers through the dark provisions of Title 42 USC 1988, gaining their vile legal fees out of your tax dollars. Again, the American Legion at the 2004 Convention in Nashville passed resolve to put an end to this litigating thievery.
Who was it in Congress that hindered this good Resolve? They warred against "my people," thus saith the Lord and they will be brought to nothing. Who is on the Lord's side?


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Moment MİT officials were captured by HPG - UPDATE
ANF has obtained footage from the moment two Turkish intelligence MİT officials were captured by HPG Special Forces Units.
In an operation on 4 August 2017, HPG (People's Defense Forces) Special Forces Units captured two high ranking officials from Turkish intelligence service MİT in Southern Kurdistan.
ANF has obtained footage from the moment MİT members Erhan Pekçetin and Aydın Güney and another man near them were captured. We publish a part of the footage today.
We will publish the statements of MİT officials about their situation tomorrow.
In a statement on January 2nd, KCK Executive Council Co-presidency released information and documents about two top Turkish intelligence (MİT) members captured by guerrilla forces in "Martyr Sakine Cansız Revolutionary Vengeance Operation".


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Haven't done nothing yet
'This is my son, whom I love. With him I am well pleased.'
Those words of blessing were pronounced on Jesus before he ever did anything. He hadn't performed any miracles. Hadn't preached any sermon on the mount. Hadn't yet conquered sin and death. No, up till then he had pounded nails and carved wood. But already He is the Son, the beloved, and the one who gave Father pleasure.
I wager it is holding on to these words, that Jesus overcame the devil's seductions. Forty days in desolation, where there was no voice of affirmation and no touch from on high. Only howling cold winds, exhaustion and loneliness. In such moments of dark and despair, temptation comes: Feed your hunger! Make God prove He is with you! Take what is rightfully yours!
'My son. My beloved. I am pleased with you.'
Those are the words that keeps Jesus looking to the Father for sustenance, trusting Him enough not to test Him, and refusing to bend his knee to any other if it would mean turning his back to the Father.
In Christ, I am a co-heir to those words, and they are words I need so much when there is no touch and no voice. When I feel neglected or abandoned. Far away and forgotten. When the days are more akin to a cold desert.
'My son. My beloved. I am pleased with you.'
Such are the words already spoken, and I can take in over and over again. These are the words that sets me free from the grindstone of working for approval or acceptance. Through Christ, I am child. I am beloved. And I have His pleasure.
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For the duration of my kids staying with my grandma during the weeks, no one eats unless they have money to get their own food. His mom, bedridden and diabetic, lives off of king size Snickers, Frosted Flakes and Coca Cola. She'll tell his dad she hates his guts when he comes home from the store without her "essentials."
The only time the fridge is stocked is when my food stamps renew. So unless I do the shopping, we don't eat. Yet they always come to me the same day every month with a list of grocery suggestions.
It's funny how the only time they want to provide for the family is when the kids are present. So on days like today, when I actually have an appetite and my stomach is practically screaming at me, I have to hope that he comes home from work making enough in tips for not only his beer but for food as well. Otherwise, I guess I'm just shit out of luck.
Update: I've located half a sleeve of Ritz crackers. I hope they aren't stale.


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I chose Stephanie's Eye Selfie to use as one of my inspirational pieces. You literally can't go wrong with an eye picture because they're all so expressive and capture your unique color(s) and print, like a fingerprint. It seems like the longer you stare at it, the more influenced you are by it's emotion, and you connect to something.
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I loved that one too! It inspired me in a way as well and I think you are right it is all about the design! Enjoy your weekend


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A Norwegian skydiver's video capture of a meteorite, a first ever, shows the amazing possibilities that have opened for humans due to ultra-advanced technology of our generation. Such a feat would not have been possible just a few years ago, before the technology allowed helmet mounted portable cameras. The meteorite video is of such high quality that even geologist Hans Eric Foss Amundsen was impressed at the details of the rock captured on the video. He was able to identify it as a coarse sedimentary rock belonging to breccia category, and he postulated that it came from the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. If one contemplates on this, it begs the question "what else is possible?"
Technology has advanced at such a mind-numbing pace over the last decade that it is simply easy to accept the changes without fully appreciating how it got here. It has influenced everything from consumer electronics to household products, atomic science to how we consume entertainment from the comfort of our home. Take for example, the 3D or virtual reality (VR) games from just a few years ago. They seemed so cool, despite the experience being positively not immersive in nature. Today, companies like Oculus, maker of DK2, a new generation of VR headset, and a recent acquisition of Facebook, are trailblazing through the VR world. Oculus CEO Brendan Iribe explained how such an amazing product would not have been possible without experts in software design, display, and overall product design coming together and working to design one game-changing product.
While Iribe is correct about the right talent in the same room, the technology that allowed this technology to merge is often forgotten. This micro technology allows devices like DK2 to take advantage of powerful computers fitted on extremely small motherboard. It is this kind of technology that also allowed the amazing video capture of the meteorite, and dares us to think of realm of possibilities.
At the rate at which nano-technology is advancing, the promise of nano-computers flowing through human veins looking for diseased cells may not be far off. The meteorite video captured on the skydiver's helmet is a phenomenal feat. However, the kind of video camera required to capture live footage of human cells, from the inside, is going to require a technological leap. The camera would have to be microscopic to flow inside blood vessels, and have the capability to transmit live action of our organs. This technology seems too ridiculous to believe now, just as the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) would have seemed like utter nonsense a few centuries ago.
The amazing possibilities of image capture in the subatomic world makes the meteorite video seem childish. Already the LHC has been credited with the discovery of the most fundamental particle in the Universe called Higgs Boson. Despite its enormous size, which is needed to accelerate protons to near the speed of light in order to smash them in a head on collision, Atlas, the biggest "camera" in the world at 45 meters long and over 25 meters high, and weighing 7000 tons, is a modern-day pinnacle of human achievement in technology. Things we learn from experiments carried out at this facility will shape the planet and our lives in the coming decades.
It is an exciting time to be alive and witness all the amazing possibilities of human creativity and ingenuity, from capturing meteorite video to seeing the world of subatomic particles. Companies like Oculus have proven that when the right minds come together for a goal worth pursuing, possibilities are truly endless. As technology continues to advance even faster, humans have an opportunity to apply technology in all aspects of life, for the good of the planet. The exhilaration of watching a meteorite video, the thrill of discovering the fabric of space, and countless such experiences await us.
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Raith Rovers manager Grant Murray is confident his side can cope with a striker shortage for Saturday's trip to Livingston.
Christian Nade will sit out a one match ban for accumulating six bookings, with Calum Elliot remains sidelined by injury.
That leaves Mark Stewart and youngster Lewis Vaughan as the only recognised first team strikers, although midfielder Martin Scott has also been used in attack this season.
Vaughan, however, has not started a match since August, and only made his first appearance since November as a 90th minute sub against Rangers last Friday.
After Dale Carrick returned to Hearts due to injury, Murray had suggested he might return to the loan market to bolster his attacking options if the right player became available, but this has not yet materialised.
"It just means we've got to use the squad and look at different options," Murray said.
We've still got players capable of going in and winning the game of footballGrant Murray
"We've still got players capable of going in and winning the game of football.
"We're only missing one player from last Friday's squad - and we had seven subs on the bench that night.
"We've got two players missing through injury and suspension and we'll adapt to it."
Rovers travel to bottom of the table Livingston on Saturday on the back of a 2-1 home defeat to Rangers that ended their seven-game unbeaten run.
Murray plans to use Rovers' previous meeting with the Lions - a 5-1 home humbling on December 6 - as motivation.
"The previous game against them was a disappointing day for the whole club and we'll be looking to make amends," he said.
"We can use it as motivation, but that won't win us the game.
"We need to make sure we perform in the manner that took us on an unbeaten run."
Murray insisted that his players will not be distracted by next Saturday's Scottish Cup quarter-final in Inverness.
"That game will take care of itself and the build-up next week will be great for the players," he said.
"But one thing is for sure, the players will be totally focused on this Saturday's game.
"We've stressed to the players how difficult games against teams at the bottom can be.
"We don't want to lose any more ground on the teams above us."


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i have recently finished developing java application in netbeans and there is a simple issue of printing the source code. once the code printed each page should be numbered does anyon know any way of making that possible?>
also i have tried printing the code in netbeans and if the line of code exceeds the width of the page new pages is automatically printed instead of printing that line on new line.
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The Quincy-based nonprofit Interfaith Social Services operates one of the largest food pantry programs in greater Boston. Last year alone, The Pantry Shelf assisted over 18,000 people on the South Shore. Dedicated staff and volunteers are on the road each day to salvage food from local supermarkets. They collect about 350,000 pounds of food each year. After the food is sorted, the good-quality items are distributed to clients and any inedible fruits and vegetables are saved and donated to the New England Wildlife Center (NEWC) in Weymouth.
The only comprehensive wildlife hospital in the metro-Boston area that provides care for sick, injured and orphaned wild animals, NEWC treats 225 different species. This new arrangement is mutually beneficial for it ensures that far less fresh food goes to waste and also reduces the amount of food that NEWC needs to purchase to feed the animals in their care.
Interfaith Social Services is celebrating its 70th anniversary this year and will be holding its annual Feed the Hungry Gala on December 8 at Granite Links Golf Club in Quincy. More info + tickets


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Featuring elven tiaras, ear cuffs and all manner of Celtic Renaissance headdress for weddings and magical times
Elven Forest Autumn Tapestry Collection
I love the first signs of Autumn in the forest...leaves are just beginning to turn, and the deep greens mingle with the sudden red, orange and copper that appears in ever increasing measure as we say goodbye to the year.
Czech glass leaves, swarovski pearls & crystals combine to make this autumn fantasy necklace. The pendant also features a garnet heart and a wee piece of amber for a bit of added magic;)
This necklace is the first in my Elven Forest Autumn collection,to include earrings, ear cuff, bracelet, tiara, hair combs and more. If you would like any of these items before they are listed, just drop me a line!
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That is totally gorgeous!! I so admire your work.
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I'm a friend of Laurie's and found you through her blog. Love your work, so whimsical! All the best to you ~ Sharon
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You take those czech glass leaves that I never particularly liked, looking at them just strung together, and do magic with them. Inexplicably, I've started buying them ;)
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I AM INDEBTED once again to my husband, Michael, for his tremendous help and encouragement throughout, for his work on concept and context, and his help with research and editing. I am also grateful to him for trudging with me from one end of Beijing to another during some hot and dusty August days as we looked for clues to the past.
I am most grateful to George Gibson, president and publisher of Walker & Company, for his encouragement and support, not only throughout the extensive revisions and additions to this American edition of the book but also in the development of my current project on the sinking of the Lusitania. I want to thank his talented colleagues at Walker, especially Ivy Hamlin, for her cheerful advice on all aspects of logistics, and Marlene Tungseth, for her meticulous and perceptive work. I am also grateful to my editor, Chris Carduff, for his work on this and all my American publications. His penetrating comments and wise advice, highlighting areas of my text requiring modification or clarification, have proved invaluable to me.
This book is about the human experience of living through the Boxer rising. It could not have been written without the help and generosity of many people and organizations. I want to thank the staff of the London Library and the staff of the Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, in particular Peter Allmond, for tracking down many, sometimes very obscure, published sources; the staff of the British Library, and in particular Dr. Frances Wood and Graham Hutt, for their help with unpublished sources and for showing me some fascinating Boxer posters; Emily Tarrant for her guidance through the Special Collections of the School of Oriental and African Studies ( SOAS), University of London; and John Montgomery, Librarian of the Royal United Services Institute for Defence Studies in London, for Sir Claude MacDonald's article on the defense of the legations from the institute's journal. I am also grateful to the National Army Museum in Chelsea for allowing me access to their archives, in particular to the diary of Captain Francis Poole; to the National Maritime Museum for allowing me to consult Earl Beatty's papers; to the Bodleian Library for permission to quote from the Backhouse memoirs; and to the Council for World Mission for permission to quote from the papers of the London Missionary Society. I am most grateful to Peter Trowell for the loan of letters written by his grandmother Mabel Read, a Baptist missionary in northern China in 1900.


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Fireworks are easily taken for granted when you think about it.
Every year we go out buy them stick them in the mud and then just light them, letting the firework do the rest.
Never once do we ask how they actually produce the incredible colours and shapes that we've come to love.
Well one YouTuber has decided to take a glimpse inside a firework and capture the moment when it ignites revealing exactly what happens beneath all that packaging.
Darren Dyk, who runs the YouTube channel BeyondSlowMotion, teamed up with his friend and fellow YouTuber Ben Cusick to create an experiment where they could safely watch what happens.
By placing a cutaway of the firework against a piece of glass they were able to capture the whole astonishing process from the moment the timer catches light to the explosion itself.
Capturing the whole process at 3200fps you get a sense of just how many different components need to work correctly for the firework to launch as you would expect.