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Drone technology has come a long way since 1995, the year the first Predator drone entered service. That unmanned aircraft hardly resembles those in use today – given that it lacked GPS and was unarmed. Even on September 11, 2001, the U.S. Air Force possessed exactly one MQ-1 Predator drone. Today, there are "57 Predators up, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, looking at different target points around the world," according to Air Force Major General James Poss. Peter Singer, director of the 21st Century Defense Initiative at the Brookings Institute, notes "the United States military has more than 7,000 unmanned aerial systems, popularly called drones. There are 12,000 more on the ground."
As the number of drones increases, so too do debates and speculation about their present and projected roles in conflicts, usually oriented around questions of accountability, proliferation, international law, and morality. How does the public feel? Some opinion polls indicate that only a minute percentage of U.S. voters oppose the program (9%), while approximately three-quarters of likely voters support the use of unmanned aircraft to kill terrorists. Perhaps augmenting a more pronounced role for drones going forward is the notion, advanced by Andrew Bacevich recently, of an "endless war." In this scenario, drones are a useful, if not necessary technological component, because unlike conventional military strategies that require large-scale mobilization of human and material resources, they "insulate the people from war's effects." The American public's support for the use of drones combined with new Department of Defense policies suggest that there will continue to be a variety of roles for robotic technology in warfare.
Political expediency is a huge factor in the decision to make these attacks more widespread in the war on terror under the Obama administration, in marked contrast to the Bush-era emphasis on interrogation and detention (and torture) of suspects. "The strongest appeal of unmanned systems is that we don't have to send someone's son or daughter into harm's way. But when politicians can avoid the political consequences of the condolence letter – and the impact that military casualties have on voters and the news media – they no longer treat the previously weighty matters of war and peace the same way" ("Do Drones Undermine Democracy?"). Singer remarks upon one of the primary reasons drones have become increasingly utilized as components to warfare: they carry virtually no risk when weighed against putting human lives on the line. As the security situations in both Iraq and Afghanistan have deteriorated and the domestic political costs of both the Iraq (until recently) and Afghanistan wars have increased considerably, employing Predator drones rather than soldiers (on the ground) for both intelligence-gathering and lethal operations, where feasible, is at the very least politically smart.
While public support for the use of drones in the war on terror remains high, there has not been a lack of debate about the issue of accountability. Joshua Foust writes, "Obama is asserting a unique, new authority to use drones to kill people. However, the president is asserting the right to summarily execute people around the world in part because Congress authorized him to do so." He is referring to the Authorized Use of Military Force, passed September 18, 2001, and suggesting that Congress is, to a large degree, accountable, insofar as it was Congress's "ceding all authority on lethal operations to the president" that is to blame for creating broadly-worded and easily manipulated executive powers over the past ten years. Foust is correct to hold the legislature accountable, but perhaps pays too little attention to the context in which the AUMF was passed. Both the House and the Senate votes on this joint resolution illustrate the incredible mandate Bush was given to conduct counterterrorist operations, driven in part by the climate of fear, rage, and uncertainty. In this sense, while both branches of government are accountable for the capacity to employ unmanned aircraft in lethal operations, the bigger issue is the expansive set of executive powers that have been granted over the past ten years.
Since their inception, drones have existed in nebulous moral and legal space for the general public and for politicians, as one would expect when we arrive at a point in time when it's technologically possible to patrol the skies of Pakistan from Creech Air Force Base in Nevada, 7,000 miles away. The dilemma that immediately comes to mind, for many, is the dangerous precedent being set by utilizing unmanned aircraft to target and kill people, to say nothing of the fact that "the vast majority of suspected militants targeted are not members of al-Qaeda, nor are they involved in plots against the U.S. homeland." This signifies both the collateral damage that is incurred in a drone strike and the incapacity for anyone to really have access to much factual information about these attacks, given their covert nature. The precedents that are being set by increasingly and continually utilizing drones are manifold. On one hand we have technology that not only enables but potentially facilitates a misunderstanding of the costs and dangers of warfare. On the other this technology simultaneously allows us to skirt international law and state sovereignty – via cross-border strikes in places that the U.S. doesn't have hostile relations with – and has thus far been shrouded in secrecy and non-transparency.
Between 2004 – 2011, under the auspices of the CIA – the lead executive authority – the U.S. carried out approximately 300 drone attacks in Pakistan alone, classified as "covert actions." The vast majority have occurred in North and South Waziristan, border regions in Pakistan that are often described as safe havens for terrorists. It is well known that under the Obama administration, these attacks increased and have been utilized in a prominent tactical role in the global war on terror, via both intelligence gathering and more (in)famously, the targeting of alleged terrorist leaders, militants, suspects, and affiliates. Between 2009 – 2011 (as of November 15), there were an estimated 241 drone attacks just in Pakistan, compared to 42 total over the preceding four year period. More than one-third of these attacks came in 2010. While technically covert, the usage of drones in the war on terror has in fact been a "poorly kept secret," an elephant in the room whose presence is obvious to those around it and yet never officially remarked upon – because as a covert program it didn't need to be. Perhaps Obama's decision to acknowledge these attacks on-the-record was more a function of coming clean about an open secret, noting during a Google+ "hangout" that "obviously a lot of these strikes have been in the FATA [Federally Administered Tribal Areas] going after al-Qaeda suspects."
These attacks have been employed in no less than six states, famously in Yemen in September 2011 when a drone attack was responsible for the killing of al-Qaeda operative – and American citizen – Anwar al-Awlaki. The case of Yemen is indicative of one of the more troubling long-term effects of a growing drone program: blowback. Jeremy Scahill writes:
"The October drone strike that killed Awlaki's 16-year-old son, Abdulrahman, a US citizen, and his teenage cousin shocked and enraged Yemenis of all political stripes. 'I firmly believe that the [military] operations implemented by the US performed a great service for al-Qaeda, because those operations gave al-Qaeda unprecedented local sympathy,' says Jamal, the Yemeni journalist. The strikes 'have recruited thousands' Yemeni tribesmen, he says, [and] share one common goal with al-Qaeda, 'which is revenge against the Americans, because those who were killed are the sons of the tribesmen, and the tribesmen never, ever give up on revenge.' Even senior officials of the Saleh regime recognize the damage the strikes have caused. 'People certainly resent these [US] interventions,' Qirbi, the foreign minister and a close Saleh ally, concedes.'"
In the same manner that al-Qaeda's popularity has plummeted among Muslim communities across the world as a consequence of indiscriminate targeting, local communities' perceptions of U.S. interventions have similarly fallen and are here intertwined with both revenge and radicalization. Going forward, utilizing drones as a low-risk tactic to target militants without simultaneously taking into account the fact that collateral damage may lead to radicalization is incredibly reckless. Stephen Walt remarks on the danger of blowback in a recent blog post: "Are we going to understand that such hostility didn't emerge solely because these people 'hate our values,' but rather because a cousin, brother, or fellow countryman was targeted by an American drone, and maybe in error?"
What have the human costs been? Data from the Counterterrorism Strategy Initiative (CSI) at the New America Foundation (not yet provided for 2012) gives high and low estimates for the number of total deaths and the number of militant deaths. The low figure for 2010, for example, puts the total number of deaths at 607, of which 581 were alleged militants. The ratio of militants-civilians/noncombatants killed via drone attacks is similar for the high number, which estimates the total dead at 993, of which 939 were militants. The CSI's low figure for total deaths between 2004 – 2011 is 1,717, while its high figure is 2,680. The level of uncertainty in gauging the human cost of these attacks is astounding, in terms of accurately gauging the number killed and even delineating those killed between noncombatants and "militants." We are thus neither able to measure how many people are being killed nor who these people are. In fairness, our notion of collateral damage has over time become increasingly narrower as a function of the changing nature of conflict and the technology of warfare. "During the Second World War, it took an average of 108 bomber missions to get one bomb to hit the intended target. As a result, we accepted a broader notion of collateral damage and civilian casualties than we would now. These days, one Predator can hit multiple targets with laser precision. Thus, when just a couple of people are killed accidentally, we consider it a tragedy. If the same number of casualties had been lost during the Second World War, we would have considered it an unimaginable success" ("When RoboCop Replaces Private Jackson"). Historical perspective is useful to some extent, but ultimately is limited in what it can tell us about the long-term effects, like blowback, of an extensive transnational drone campaign.
If Andrew Bacevich is correct in his assertion about the U.S.'s embroilment in a kind of "endless war" going forward, it will only enhance the role for drones (as well as special forces) given that this type of war would be "small" in nature and unlike the over-ambitious and expensive statebuilding projects of the past. The scenario is Orwellian, but given what we have seen the past ten years in terms of enhanced executive power, characterizations of the war on terror, and general public support for it, it's a scenario that isn't inconceivable. Perhaps just as dangerous as the legal and moral issues surrounding drones per se is political and public insulation from the effects of these small, shadow wars.


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Bewdley Town Council
Bewdley Festival announces hosts for 30th celebratory year
Bewdley Town Council
Bewdley Mayor, Councillor Anna Coleman attended the launch of Bewdley Festival where musicians, comedians and actors will be heading to Wyre Forest in October for the thirtieth anniversary.
The full line-up for the anniversary festival, which will take place between October 6, and October 15, was announced at a launch event on Friday evening (July 14).
Highlights include Roger McGough and LiTTLe MACHiNe, an interview with actor Timothy Watson and an evening with Dr Pete Waterman OBE.
There will also be a visit from "China in Your Hand" hitmakers T'pau, Dead Ringers star Jan Ravens and comedian Sara Pascoe.
Dave Collins, festival director, said: "For an arts festival of this magnitude to reach its 30th anniversary year in a town the size of Bewdley is a splendid achievement, of which the town should be rightly proud.
"Once again, the combination of the efforts of dedicated volunteers, partnerships with local businesses, the support of sponsors, patrols and the Friends of Festival has resulted in a great line-up for the 2017 programme."
He added: "The stars are coming to Bewdley to celebrate thirty glorious years."
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Bewdley Town Council
- 01299 400157
- www.bewdleytowncouncil.org
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The Guildhall, Load Street, Bewdley, Worcestershire, DY12 2AH
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Core i9-7980XE overclocked to 4.8GHz on all 18C/36T
Intel's new flagship 18C/36T chip hits 4.8GHz on ALL cores under water
By: Anthony Garreffa | CPU, APU & Chipsets News | Posted: Sep 1, 2017 2:25 am
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Intel's flagship Core i9-7980XE processor has been in the headlines for a while now, but now it's back as it's been tested and overclocked with some great results.
The new Core i9-7980XE is a 18C/36T beast, with someone putting it under watercooling and hitting 4.8GHz on all 18 CPU cores, an incredible feat. The CPU was tested on the ASUS Rampage VI APEX X299 motherboard.
Overclocking a 36-thread CPU to 4.8GHz all day on liquid cooling wouldn't be something you'd have for a 24/7 system, especially not at the 1.25V used. Even at 4.4GHz, 1.18V is used which is much better - and still an amazing clock speed for an 18C/36T processor.
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The Stampin' Up! Party Plan from Team Stampin Fool is amazing. This is the template I use for every stamp party I hold, host, demonstrate, train, and recruit. It is a foolproof system for hitting the key points, using the right booking and recruiting seeds, and explaining why it is so easy to be a Stampin' Up! demonstrator.
Preview of the Stampin' Up Party Outline
Keep reading and get the download below.
Basically, we call it a backwards catalog party- meaning the Starter Kit and the Hostess Rewards are at the back and that's where we start this party. We also take all of the fear and unknown out of being a demonstrator by having a party plan in place.
So, here are the details: the Party Outline is a guide with complete phrases to say at your next Stampin' Up! party. You will print out the outline (or two), laminate it, put a copy in your Party Binder and take it with you to stamp events.
By having it with you at parties, and using it in your demonstrations (even if you know it frontwards and backwards) your customers can see that 1) it is easy to be a demonstrator, 2) you don't have to memorize it all, 3) when a customer says, I can't be demonstrator, I wouldn't know what to say, you can hand them the second copy of your party outline (or give them yours) and ask say, "Okay what's next?". Let them read off to you the next part of the party demonstration.
- The Stampin' Up! Party Outline goes something like this:
- Introduction of yourself
- Introduction to Stampin Up- what, where
- About the Catalog – HERE IS THE BACKWARDS CATALOG PART
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- Door Prize, Recruiting and Hosting Seeds, "Ask Me Anything" Game (Recruiting tool)
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- What You'll Need as a customer- Reminder
- Catalog handout & review of how to order and join
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By handing your customer the outline and having an answer to how you "do it" readily available it takes out the "what ifs", the fear of not knowing what to say, and simplifies the demonstrator experience into something completely manageable for any potential recruit. It eliminates the I don't know what to say response. It give your customer confidence that it really is that simple.
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I've been a demonstrator forever, Do I need it?
YES! The answer is yes. Even though you know how you run a stamp party frontwards and backwards, this party outline is a recruiting tool. I lets the customer know that we are human (not superhuman) and that it is okay to need help. Even if you go through most of your demonstration unwavering, pick up the outline a few times and refer to it during your event. I guarantee it will spark interest in your customers.
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People who place their spouse or parent in a nursing home often cannot come to visit for more than a few hours per week, if that. Worried about what goes on the rest of the time, many families have begun installing hidden cameras in their loved one's room to videotape their interactions with nursing home staff.
Occasionally, the media report stories of abuse and neglect captured by so-called "granny cams." However, the use of these devices raises important privacy questions, both for residents and employees.
Many nursing home residents with granny cams in their rooms are people who are unable to speak or communicate because of Alzheimer's disease. This also means that they lack the ability to consent to being videotaped whenever they are in their room, which could mean they are being taped while being bathed and relieving themselves. There is also the possibility, however remote, that this sort of embarrassing footage will end up on the Internet.
The privacy rights of nursing home employees also deserve consideration, as does the fact that some methods of treating agitated residents may be misunderstood, according to an article in the Huffington Post. Interacting with a resident with Alzheimer's disease can be difficult, and the patient may struggle or resist during ordinary interactions like bathing or changing of clothes. These incidents have the potential to be misinterpreted on grainy hidden camera footage.
This is not to suggest that granny cams sometimes help families prove that their loved one is being abused. But it may be better if all parties likely to be taped have the opportunity to consent first.


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We have talked a lot about Task 1 essays over the past 5 weeks or so and I want to take a break for a day or two to mention some very important aspects of Task 2 Writing.
Here is a Task 2 question:
"Some people argue that early marriage is part of traditional lifestyle in some countries and should be respected. Others say it is damaging to young girls and their future.
Discuss both sides of this issue and give your own opinion."
While there are many ways this question can be answered, the simplest way to achieve a high score is to make sure you give avery clear position right in the introduction.
Look at what the Public Band Descriptors say at Band 7 under Task Response:
"presents a clear position throughout the response"
Given this information, it may not be a good idea to write an introduction like:
"This essay looks at ideas in favour of and against early marriage."
"This essay will discuss the advantages and disadvantages of early marriage and give my opinion."
or even this, which someone is teaching candidates in Bangkok:
"This essay will look at the pros and cons of early marriage and after our consideration I will give my opinion."
While these introductions do give a clear position about what the candidate is going to write, none of them make cleat what the candidate believes and this makes the whole essay a little less clear than it could be.
These introduction fail to give a clear opinion in the introduction and the next two paragraphs, if they just list the advantages and disadvantages, may also fail to make it clear where the writer stands.
If the writer then leaves their opinion to the conclusion, it may not be clear at all and this could mean the candidate has not addressed one part of the task and would lead to a Band 5 for Task Response according to the Public Band Descriptors:
"addresses the task only partially"
So what could the writer have done to solve this problem?
One approach might be something like this (second sentence of the introduction):
"While some people may suggest that early marriage is simply a reflection of culture and tradition, this argument fails to take into account the damage and devastation it can cause in the lives of many young girls."
The very strong language "damage and devastation", makes it very clear where the writer stands even though they have not written "I think" anywhere.
This also sounds like it is going to be a much more interesting essay to read.
Try it out. Take a position and make it clear. It is not too hard once you get the idea.
This example is really written at a quite high level. Here is a simpler version that also gives a clear opinion:
"While some people may suggest that early marriage is simply a tradition, it is clear that it is unfair to the girl."
Of course, it does't matter which side of the argument you take:
"While some people think that early marriage is bad for girls, it is an important part of several traditional cultures and should be respected."
Both these are simpler than the example above and both give a very clear opinion of where the writer stands.
We will talk more about introductions tomorrow as I would normally advise students to write a 2 sentence introduction where the sentences shown here would actually be the SECOND SENTENCE of the introduction.


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Portrayed today is a face that I hope is recognisable to you all as our current pontiff, Pope Francis, in all his chintacular glory (actually, I'm feeling like I've underdone the chin this time, but the fact remains that the man's facial features are a godsend to cartoonists). If you're new to the Leaflocker I guess this is my chance to let you know that despite a complete lack of artistic and technical ability I'm an aspiring cartoonist. This is a bit of a problem, as all my characters look the same and I can't convey emotion or draw scenery or much of anything else, but it's an interesting mental diversion, if nothing else.
Since Francis became pope I haven't talked all that much about the papacy. Partly, this is because I'm a bit of a hipster at heart and all these people talking about the pope was killing my vibe, and partly because I don't see the need to talk about it so much because the new pope is good at staying in the limelight. Francis' twitter account, @Pontifex, is one of the biggest out there, a level of popularity that poor old Benedict XVI could only dream of, and his PR people (though presumably he does his own stunts), apart from the occasional incidents with feral birdlife, do an excellent job getting his message out there.
This is a little comic riffing on that and quoting an under-appreciated Aussie poet. I didn't really have anything to say, it just seemed apt. As one of presumably not that many twitter people (am I a twitter person now?) capable of quoting Creeve Roe from memory, I figured I might as well Juxtapose the two ideas and see if it works for other people like it works for me.
Francis is a problem for my comic. I like the man, I like him far too much to leave him out of Habemus Papas, if I ever get around to writing it, and I think he makes a good counter to Benedict XVI (not since John XXIII and Paul VI has there ever been such a prime example of the old adage, after a fat pope, a thin pope), plus of course he's fun to draw; but he messes with my balance.
Before Francis, my main cast consisted of Benedict and his counterpoint an predecessor John Paul II as the protagonists, JPI as the Green Ranger, and John and Paul as the odd couple comic relief characters. With Francis in he mix, the Benedict/Francis interplay is too good to pass up, and this relegates JP II to a more minor role, and in turn reduces the importance of JPI, and I love JPI. I mean, the guy wrote letters to fictional characters. It also removes my need to have 'Beautiful' Georg Ganswein as a major character, and I can't decide if I like that or not. Because even though he's not a pope he's still fun to play with.
Still, I've re-written the first eight pages (the sum total of the actual comic I've ever written) with Francis and Benedict instead of Benedict and Msgr. Ganswein, and I like it better this way. All I need to do now is learn to draw and then summon up the courage to actually post the thing before another pope dies or retires and I have to rewrite it all over again.
Then comes actually telling a real story instead of just introducing 'all' the characters, but let's not get ahead of ourselves...and let's not leave a post in which we mention St. Francis without linking to the always excellent Kate Beaton.


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The 'dream girl' Hema Malini said on Monday that she shared a "beautiful relationship" with Sunny Deol, who's the stepson of the veteran actress. She added that there always have been snooping regarding her relationship with Sunny Deol, but it had always been extremely cordial and wonderful. "Everyone wonders what kind of a relationship we (Sunny and I) are having. It is very beautiful and cordial. Whenever it is necessary he (Sunny) is always there, along with Dharamji, especially when this accident happened," the 69-year-old actress said.
The actor-turned-politician had a road accident near Dausa in Rajasthan in 2015 on her way from Agra to Jaipur, when allegedly her Mercedes rammed into an Alto. The actress fractured her nose and suffered injuries on her forehead due to the accident. "He (Sunny) was the first person to come and see me at home and he saw that the right doctor is there for the stitches that were done on my face. I was really taken aback to see him showing so much interest. That shows what kind of a relationship we are having," the 69-year-old actress said.
Malini was speaking at the launch of her biography, Hema Malini: Beyond the Dream Girl, written by Ram Kamal Mukherjee. Her biography was launched by Bollywood's queen Deepika Padukone in the presence of Malini's family, including daughters Esha and Ahana Deol with their respective husbands. Her film industry colleagues like Ramesh Sippy, Subhash Ghai, and Juhi Chawla were also present at the launch of the actress' biography.


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1SO which films make up Gillian's Imagination trilogy?
Tsai's Walker films really has four: Walker, Walking on Water, Journey to the West and No No Sleep, but I'd count the first three as a trilogy. Still, I won't put it on my list because who knows how many he'll make in his "retirement".
What is the Golden Heart trilogy?
I haven't seen the movies per se, but isn't it strange that Abbas Kiarostamis Koker trilogy hasn't been mentioned once?!


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Translated from Greek by Patricia Felisa Barbeito
Around noon the cement arrived. It was raining cats and dogs, but it had all been secured with plastic sheeting. They all fell to, even the mason, unloading it and piling it on the ground floor.
"We were held up, boss, at the warehouse," the driver hollered at the contractor.
"No worries. And we were stuck inside with this weather. Who's that there? Why, if it ain't old Mihos! Hey there, chief. How you been? Good?"
"Praise de Lawd."
"Bah, you always say that, you devil!"
"Haw, haw, haw! Dass right, dass right. An' I doan say it enuf. As long's mah eyes is open, I'm gonna praise 'im."
"You solid?"
"Solid, suh. Fit as a fiddle. The engine's a-tickin' still. The ole soundin' rod sure moans when I lays mah hands on. Haw, haw, haw."
Mihos was a big-boned, sixty-five-year-old man. An open face; guileless, smiling eyes; big teeth with two or three gold ones at the sides of his mouth. He laughed and it made you want to laugh, too.
"Pour the boys a glass."
What had come over the emigrant who had hired them? He'd dug out from among his housewares some glasses for wine. They even had tsipouro 1 from Povla.
"Hey Miho, my man, what happened the other day? What was that laughing in the middle of the night about?"
"I kep' yuh up? Sorry, suh. I dreams, boss-man Stavros, dat I waz dere, in Albania. An' I had me a nightmare, a little soov'neer from prison, an' dere was no wakin' me. In prison, dere waz always someone to gimme a poke an' de nightmare pass. But who's tuh poke me heah? I tries agin an' agin tuh wake up—I also had tuh pee—until I was woke by a boat from Italy droppin' anchor. I goes lak dis and checks: I wazn't in no cell. Out I goes —the sun's jes risin'. I finds an olive tree tuh pee.
"Dere, somethin' takes a-holt of me right up in mah chest. What I do? Laugh, cry, whimper lak a babe—on mah life, I couldna tell you. You tell me, chief. Eight years in Igoumenitsa, dat's what brokes me."
"The wife woke me. Listen to Miho, she says. I got mad. Bah, what's wrong with that devil, I say. I got up to give you an earful but the wife wouldn't let me. And then she started bawling, too."
"Dat dere waz thirty years of hard time bustin' outta me."
"Yassuh, Miho, my man, go on and tell your story. I've heard it before but I can't get enough," Stavros told him.
"Dere's plenty more where all dat come from, mah frends. In '62 my brother-in-law, he comes in from Filiati. Five thousan', he says, fo five hours tuh go and den back from Albania. You in?
"Back den I waz countin' pennies fo de ticket tuh Germany. I pinches an' I scrapes, an' den I puts it all on de card game at de café in Pilion. Dat waz de drill. A real dead-beat. Ise gotten ninety-nine pe'cent of what I needs. An' instead of wakin' up an' smellin' de coffee, I had me three kids. The poor wife, what all I puts her through! Waz Albania an' prison made me a man.
"So dis waz lak an answer to mah prayers, an' I gets mah ticket wit enuf lef' over fo de wifes tuh take care of herself.
"Come noon we makes tracks outta Filiati, three of us civilians wit a guy from de A2 unit2 an' we gets tuh de Gelili outpost. Dere's another one waitin' fo us dere. We all arrives at Divri at nine. Pass de night in de forest.
"In de morning, ouse assemblage sets out fo Saranda. Wese a regular band den. We waits one day, two days, on de third still nothin's happenin'. Twaz night when we tries tuh leave Stougara. De band wanted tuh see an Albanian outpost. Twaz pass three in de a.m. and wese still on de march.
"De snow's frozen solid. De path's narrow, slippery, an' wese teeterin' between de rock an' a hard fall. Wese holdin' on tuh de fir trees. Over Griazdani one goes an' loses its damn branch an' I falls down de deep precipice. Dere waz a big pile of snow, dat's where I lands. Blacked out fo two days in de snow, wit all mah fixins on me. Only mah head stickin' out. On de third day I comes tuh wit a dog barkin' in mah ear. It's de dog from de outpost.
"'Fore long, de soldiers pile in. Dey pull me out; dey guns strapped 'cross dey chests, spankin' new jackets, binoculars. Caught wit mah hand in de cookie jar, as dey say.
"Dead tuh de world, I waz, an' dey takes me tuh de guard-post. I waz cuffed tuh de chair hand an' foot wit mah legs swole an' numb lak deyse made of clay. I goes lak dis an' sees mah head in de little mirror hangin' on de wall: snow-white.
"Dat dere's somebody else, I says. I takes another good look, wiggle 'round a bit: it's me. It's what dey say about hair turnin' white from one secon' tuh de nex'. Cotton-wool, I tell you, lak what you see now.
"Dey question me an' I tells dem de whole, exack truth.
"Why dey pick you?
"I'm from Heimaro, I tells dem, I knows dis terrain. In de army I waz trained tuh use firearms.
"Jes' a sec, mah frends, a little break. Mah brother, who's in Heimaro, he wen' tuh de War Museum in Tirana. Dere's mah guns, de jacket all on show, an' under de lot mah name an' it says èspy, lieutenant in the Greek army and a spy for the 6th American battalion.' Who? Me, de one who spen' day an' night at de Pilion café!
"Six days pass an' dey takes me tuh Saranda tuh de hospital. The doctors kep' cuttin' an' cuttin' dead meat off off mah legs an' in de end dey save 'em. Now dey tells me when dere's gonna be a change in de weather."
"Telli, pour our man Miho some tsipouro. That's it, to our health, brothers," said Stavros and started to croon. Before long, all the others had joined in.
No, no, I ain't no killer
No matter what you say
No, I ain't kissed a gal
No, I ain't killed, no way
Ain't done no wrong, it's true
I'm jes blue.
Cause in these here streets
Where I've grown
There's a sweet, sweet gal
An' her name I don' know
But she's taken mah heart
An' she won't let go
Oh, it's true
I'm jes' blue
For a little redhead from down home.
"Go on, my man, tell your story."
"From dere, dey takes me tuh Tirana, tuh de hospital fo fifteen days—dat's where dey fixed me up. Roussan Golemi—dat's de woman operated on me. Den, until dey tries me, four years in a dirt cell measurin' three by three. Dat's where you did yo eatin', yo sleepin', yo personal business. In four years I washed mahself twice—skin dry lak rollin' paper.
"Oh, an' another thing, mah frends. When I fust got back tuh Greece, I wen' wid mah gal tuh de mountains, tuh see some land dat's mine, or useter be mine anyways. I takes two steps fo'ward an' turns right back. Mah daughter she's thinkin' Ise gone an' loss mah mind. I waz in cells lak dat fo thirty years. You all think you can forget jes' lak dat?
"After four years I gets mah day in court an' dey sentence me tuh fifteen years fo bein' an èenemy to the state'—a spy an' all. Four years in de Latsi camp on de plains of Kroes, where we, de prisoners, built de fertilizer factory. Den on tuh Reps an' de copper mines. From de fat into de fire. If I didna make mah cut I spends a month in de cell wit half a loaf of bread a day, some salt an' a blanket. Seventeen below outside; de barracks solid ice in winter, an' hellfire in de summer.
"Den off tuh Bals tuh de oil refineries an' de gas fo a year. Den tuh de salt marshes of Avlonas. Leeks every mornin'—leeks, leeks an' no trace of fat tuh wash 'em down. But, truth be toll, twaz dat plate of rice an' leeks alon' wit de holy saint dat saw me through an' I didna grow fat in de belly! Haw, haw, haw, haw!
"An' lissen heah tuh dis, mah frends. In Avlona dat's where dey bringed dis woman from Povla who waz married in Pestiani, an' right 'round den had lef' Greece. Wese all look at her an' secretly cross ourselfs. Dey says she waz a spy too. Later we finds out dat she'd run fo de hills 'cause her husband beat her. Dimitroula, I thinks, waz her name.
"They useter parade her 'round as an example, 'cause she supposedly excaped from Greece. We never hear of anyone else comin' ovah fo asylum. She waz nuthin' tuh look at. A real beat biddy.
"If dass what peoples looks lak in Greece, an inmate toll me, den heah wese in paradise.
"At some point dey takes her tuh de women's prisons in Tirana an' dey dumps her dere. Couldna have her bread fo free, could she now? The women in dose prisons is de ones sew de soldier's uniforms."
"That's the sister of our emigrant boss-man over here that you're talking about," said Stavros, "so she did time in Avlona, did she, poor thing?"
"Ach, my poor, lost sister, my ruined Dimitroula! Germany finished us off, you an' me both."
"Germany, that's where they met, she and that guy from Pestiani, from the very heart of the Arvanite region. They went to his village and a day didn't go by when he didn't beat her. The poor thing snuck away and went back to our village.
"It was Easter when we heard at Saint Pantos's church that he was on his way to come get her, and she peed all over herself. That's when she ran off. We searched everywhere—east to west—we couldn't find her. After a while we found out that she'd crossed the border."
"Where's she now. You seen her?" asked Stavros.
"Don't ask, my man, don't ask."
"Go on, uncle Miho," said Stavros.
"In '75 dey takes me tuh de mines at Spats—flint, copper—until '85 when Hodja died.
"I works de wagons dere: seven wagons a day waz mah lot. I useter crawl in de earth in de morning an' come out at night. Dat's where I looks black death in de face. Ise in de death zone, all landslides. Youse never know if youse comes out in one piece. Get dis: 'stead of greetin' us wit good days an' good nights, de guards dey useter wish us tuh come out alive. On de walls of de tunnels dere's writin' dat says yo cut or yo life, normë o shpirt.
"How I managed tuh survive dat only Saint Spiridon knows. Yassuh, ev'ry night I falls face down an' says, Lawd, see me through tuh Saint George's day. Dey waz extermination camps, all of 'em, mah friends. Hunger an' pain. An' if yo time's up dey puts you on trial agin fo political agitatin' usin' false witnesses.
"In '85, when I waz release, all de prisoners comes tuh de gates tuh see me off.
"Ti je Miho Oikonmou? says a guard at de gates.
"Unë jam, I says.
"Takes yo things an' come dis way.
"Mah brothers, I yells, I'm off to trial agin.
"I gets another ten years fo supposedly cursin' Hodja. Dey takes me tuh Lezha tuh de Zeimen camp. I waz a cook dere, so things waz good. What did I make? How I do it? No matter, de prisoners dey all happy wit me. Cosmas de Aeitolian, dey all calls me.
"Dass where a lad comes an' tells me dat a guard waz tryna force hisself on him fo some dirty business. Had a taste fo de green ones, dat one."
"We have that kind of lover-boy here too, don't you worry," said the contractor's brother-in-law, the Corfiot.
The contractor was fit to be tied, blind with fury.
"I talks wit mah mates and we tells him dat we don't gives a damn 'bout ourselfs, but if you lays a finger on de kid yo guts gonna get spill fo sure. I kep' de kid close an' he didna touch him.
"I works on a farm fo 'nother two years an' den dey takes all us ole goats tuh St. Vassili at Saranda. An' in '90 on de 15th of March, wit de amnesty granted tuh political prisoners I waz release. Three hundred prisoners throwin' dey hats in de air an' hooraying as I walks out de gates!"
"Gimme a cigarette, one of the good ones, son," says Stavros, who smokes unfiltered, to Philippi. He took the one handed to him, lit up, and launched into song. Soon all the others joined in, some diffidently, others with brio.
Our hearts they are a-flowin'
And in company they find
A song to chase away the blues
The pain that's on our mind.
Yes, tomorrow's a new day
May it bring good our way
'Til next we meet again
'Cause time is all we have
And it's all we know
My friends,
Whether we live or die
Or to another world go.
1A strong, distilled spirit made from the residue of the wine press that is typical to the Epirus region, among others.
2A2 is the designation for military intelligence officers.
Sotiris Dimitriou (b. 1955 in Thesprotia) is one of Greece's best-known and most prolific prose writers. Author of numerous novels and collections of short stories—one of which has been made into a popular film—he is known for his focus on the "outsider," and the experiences of marginal ethnic communities and immigrants in Greece. He is also known for his experimentation with the Greek language and the suppleness of his use of various vernaculars.
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It's a gloomy day outside. One of those days where you just sit and reflect on those special times in life.
There are times in life when you wake up at six in the morning, because your phone thinks that it's already eight in the morning. Then you realize that it's not your cell phone's fault at all but your own for setting it to the wrong time. And this is the second time that you have woken up too early. Because the day before, someone called you at four in the morning to sell you a fridge at the "incredibly low price" of fifty dollars including taxes.
There are times in life when you want everything to be perfect, but everything goes completely wrong. Like when you were helping your friend Paul to organize a surprise party for his girlfriend and suddenly she comes inside the apartment with another dude. "Don't worry honey, nobody is going to bother us. That shit-bag boyfriend of mine went out of town, he won't be back until tomorrow. Can you believe that he forgot about my birthday?"
There are times in life when you want everything not to be true, and thank god that it wasn't! The dude with Paul's girlfriend in reality was her friend Silvia, a six-foot-two woman with large shoulders and a pale white mustache who was keeping Paul's girlfriend company since she was alone on her birthday.
There are times in life when Paul wakes up in the morning with a girl, who looks an awful lot like Silvia, lying next to him because he drank too much at the surprise party. But there are also times in life when you wake up and everything seems perfect. You get up and go to the fridge to grab some milk for your coffee. And the milk is there, waiting for you. You don't have to go out in the rain to buy some. Everything is perfect!
And there are also times in life when you need to run to the bathroom because the coffee you heated up in the microwave this morning was the same coffee that you made two weeks ago, and you have a pretty good idea of what will happen if you don't make it to the toilet in time.
I am sorry. I have to run!
– Simone la Cuercha


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A dreamer's journey through the messy bits of life, c'est la vie!
funny tapi tiba2 saya teringin mo makan d hotel pula bila baca post ko ni..hehe.
Hahaha..jangan kasi lama sis ;)
I thought the father asked his son to write the menu on the blackboard. Haha, just my imagination.
Creative indeed! :D
Thank you for dropping by. Keep a song in your heart and have a nice day. Au revoir.
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Fan Fics
Pinky, Elmyra & the Brain:
The Mousefeathers
By The Siren
"Gee, Brain. What are we going to do today?"
"The same thing we do every day, Pinky. Endure Elmyra, and try to take over the
"Rock-a-bye mousies, time for your nap!"
Elmyra Duff violently rocked Pinky and the Brain, as they screamed and
desperately held on to her arms. Decked out in diapers and baby bonnets, the two mice
dizzily watched the room start to spin, as Elmyra began twirling around in circles.
"Brain!" Pinky cried. "I think I'm getting all tingly,
ha, ha!"
"You would," Brain cried, who himself was getting nauseous.
"One, two, three!" Elmyra abruptly stopped and flung the mice
across the room. They landed with a violent thump on her dresser.
"I am in considerable pain," Brain said wearily.
"Me, too," said Pinky, "but I kind of like it.
Just then, the doorbell rang. "Pizza!" Elmyra cried, grabbing
her piggy bank and racing out of the room.
"I pity that poor pizza deliverer," Brain muttered as he
pulled off the diaper and baby bonnet and rubbed his sore hip.
"So, Brain," Pinky said as he pulled off the baby bonnet and
replaced it on his head backward. "What's in store for tonight?"
"Tonight, Pinky, I have devised a plan which in mere seconds will
render me ruler of the world!"
"Ooh, then I'd better get my last minute shopping done, hadn't
Brain decided to ignore that comment. "Using parts I found in
Elmyra's garage, I have assembled a device which I call the
electrenfibulator. By attaching it to a telephone pole, it will produce an electrical
current, which, upon meshing with air molecules, will travel around the telephone poll,
through the wires, and to electronic devices everywhere, rendering all who use them
completely susceptible to suggestion for exactly thirty seconds. During this time, I will
speak into a little microphone inside the electrenfibulator, and proclaim myself ruler of
the world!"
"Brilliant, Brain!...Oh, wait, no. What if someone isn't using an
electronic device, Brain?"
"Humans are technological piranhas, Pinky," Brain said dryly.
"Anyone who is anyone uses electronic devices as much as possible.
Why do you think everyone is so panicked about Y2K? Now, any other questions, Pinky?"
"Just one, Brain. Why were the Denver Broncos' uniforms bright
orange for so many seasons, and then suddenly one season dark blue?"
"No, Pinky. I mean about the plan!"
"Oh. Don't think so, Brain."
"Good. Last night, while you and Elmyra were asleep, I assembled
the electrenfibulator onto a nearby telephone poll. However, according to my calculations,
the electrenfibulator will work optimally only at sunset."
"Oooh, Brain," said Pinky. "That'll be in about fifteen
"Yes, Pinky." Brain looked over at Elmyra, who had returned,
and was now seated on the floor trying to shove pizza into a doll's mouth.
"We must leave immediately. Elmyra?" Elmyra looked up at Brain, who gave her his
sweetest look. "Pinky and I have been good all day, and we took our nap. May we go
outside and play for a little while?"
Elmyra blinked at him. "Alone?"
"Oh, we'll be alright," Brain said sweetly. "We're just
going to play in a nearby park."
"We're going to the park?" Pinky cried, dancing around.
We're going to play in the park! We're going to play in the...oof!"
Brain whapped him with a pencil.
"Well..." said Elmyra, "okay. But be careful, and be
sure to be back before sunset, or I'll have to come get you!"
"Do you want to come, Elmyra?" Pinky asked. Brain frantically
motioned "no" to him.
"I can't. Little Baby Stinkbottom has a cold."
"Okay." Pinky skipped after Brain out the window.
"Behold, Pinky! The electrenfibulator!"
"Naaarrrf!" Pinky stared at the contraption Brain had
assembled at the park. A small metal box with a lever had been attached to a telephone
pole. Little electrodes on the back of the box had penetrated the poll and were sticking
out the other side. Connected to either side of the metal box was a thick cable.
"This, Pinky, this will allow us to capture the world!"
"What does this big, thick wire do, Brain?" Pinky reached for
the cable.
"Don't touch that, Pinky!" Brain slapped his hand away.
"That controls where the electrical current travels. If that is
disconnected while the electrenfibulator is on, it will send electricity in random
directions, the consequences of which could be
"Oh." Pinky backed nervously away from the cable.
"The time has come, Pinky. Everything is ready. Victory, at last,
is holding her hand out to us, and we are about to take it!"
"Eww. I hope she washed it first."
Brain waited a few moments as the sun started to set. "Are you ready, Pinky?"
Brain pulled down the lever on the electrenfibulator. Little sparks shot from it, around
the cable, and up the telephone pole,
stretching out over the wires. The sky was turning orange and pink.
"Yes-s-s, Pinky. It's working. Are you pondering what I'm
"I think so, Brain. But if you call her Dottie, she'll kill
Brain glanced quizzically over at Pinky. "No, Pinky. We have
succeeded! We are about to take over the world!"
But just then, a shrill voice sounded out from behind them.
"There you are, mousies! Time to come home!"
Pinky and Brain turned around in horror, to see Elmyra running up to
"Wait, Elmyra!" Brain cried. "The electrenfibulator is
reaching maximum power! We have let it finish!"
"You have to put that away now! I told you! Time to go!"
Elmyra ran up to the telephone poll.
"No, Elmyra!"
But it was too late. Elmyra had already pulled out one end of the
cable, sending lightning bolts straight through the telephone pole and into the air. Two
of them struck Pinky and Brain, whose fir stood on end and who screamed. Nearby, two birds
that were flying by fell out of the sky, and landed with a thud on the ground, having been
zapped by the bolts.
Elmyra pulled the cable completely out and the lightning stopped. The
mice fell to the ground, blackened and unconscious.
"Oh, my poor little mousies!" Elmyra cried, dropping the
cable and scooping up the mice. "You're all boo-booed! I gotta take you home and make
you better!" And with that, she ran off, mice in arms.
The two birds lay unmoving on the ground. A third bird swooped down
next to them. "Coo! Hey, you two," he said. "This ain't the first time
you've been char broiled! C'mon! The Godpigeon's waiting for us!" He landed next to
one of the birds and kicked it slightly. "C'mon, Squit. Get up. We gotta get
going." He then tottered over to the other one. "Hey, Pesto! Quit lying around
on the job!" Neither bird moved. "Hey, you two! It's me, Bobby! Get up."
The birds still didn't move.
"Oh, boy," said the third bird, "looks like you two have
been pigeon a la king one two many times. This is not good. C'mon, get up! Watsa madda
with you?"
Squit began to groan and move his head a little. Bobby fluttered over
to him and roughly sat him up. Squit glanced around in a daze. "Wha...?"
"You was flambayed by a telephone wire. Now get up. We gotta see
the Godpigeon." Pesto began to move his head a little. Bobby roughed him to his feet
as well. "C'mon you two. This ain't the first time this has happened! Let's
move!" Bobby herded Pesto and Squit, and then took off. Dazed, Squit and Pesto
Suddenly, Squit regained his senses and realized...
"Am I in the air?" Freezing, Squit quickly fell screaming
back to the earth. Bobby and Pesto swooped down after him.
"Squit, wadda you doin'? We're already running late!" Bobby
Squit, or what appeared to be Squit, stumbled to his feet. "No!
This isn't possible! I'm covered with feathers! My head has shrunk!
This couldn't have happened! The electrenfibulator isn't capable of doing this! How could
this be? I'm a bird! I'M A BIRD!!!"
"Yeah, yeah. You're a bird. Big news. Would you c'mon?" Bobby
The bird that looked like Squit backed away. "You! Who are you?
Answer me!"
"Yo, Squit! It's me, Bobby! And that's Pesto, ain't ya,
Pesto stared blankly into space.
"Hey, Pesto, answer when I tell you to." Bobby slapped Pesto
on chest, pounding out his reply...
"Narf?" Bobby stepped back, and then moved forward. "Are
you narfing at me? Are you narfing at me?"
"Yo, Pesto. I know all the curse words in the Italian language,
and that ain't any of 'em! Wadda you saying?"
But Squit had started to approach Pesto. Hesitantly, he looked him in
the eye. "Pinky?"
Pesto showed recognition.
"Pinky, it's me," the bird with the gray head said. "The
The chubby purple bird's eyes widened. "Brain!" He began to
laugh, wildly. "Brain! Lookit me! I'm a bird! I'm a bird!"
"Yes, Pinky. So am I."
Pinky began to flap his wings and race around. "Wheee! Fun fun
silly willy! I'm a bird! Birdie, birdie, birdie!"
"Yo! Pesto! Squit! Watsa madder with yous?"
Brain took Bobby by where his shoulders would be. "I'm afraid
we're not your friends Pesto and Squit. My name is The Brain, and that," he said,
motioning to the bird running in circles, "is Pinky. We are two ex-lab mice who have
accidentally switched bodies with Pesto and Squit in a botched attempt to take over the
Bobby shook his head. "Coooo! We've been in some strange ones
before, but this one takes the calzone. How'm I gonna explain this to the Godpigeon?"
"I'm afraid I don't know," Brain said, looking off toward
Pinky. "I can't explain Pinky when he's in his correct body!"
"Well, neva mind!" said Bobby. "We've still gotta meet
the Godpigeon, and we're late!" He fluttered into the air.
"I'm afraid we have a problem," Brain called after him.
"I'm unable to fly!"
"Wadda ya mean? Your wings ain't broken! C'mon!"
"Wings?" Brain said quietly. "Yes. I am now a bird.
Let's see. If I calculate the wind trajectory, and multiply it by my wingspan..."
Pinky tottered over to Brain. "Gee, Brain. It's not that hard to
fly. You just flap your wings." Pinky began to flap, and rose into the air.
"HAHA! Birdie, birdie! Troz!"
"Flap my wings," said Brain. "I can do that." He
began to do so, and also rose into the air. "Ha, ha! Look at me! I'm flying! YES-S-S!
I AM a bird!"
"Yeah, right, wonderful," Bobby herded the two together.
"You're a bird. Now turn your torso right and let's go. Mama mia! The Godpigeon's
gonna be annoyed wit us!"
As the three flew off, Pinky turned to Brain. "What do you think
Pesto and Squit are doing right now in our bodies, Brain?"
"I'm not sure I want to know."
Pesto and Squit landed hard on their mousy stomachs on Elmyra's
dresser. Elmyra loomed over them.
"Time to apply the baby oil to the nasty-wasty burns!" she
Before they could move, the two found themselves practically drowning in greasy oil.
Coughing and gagging, Squit cried, "Geez, Pesto! Wadda you think
we did to deserve this?"
"I dunno, Squit. But this little meatball's one real piece of
work, know-what-I'm-sayin'?"
Elmyra picked the two now-mice up again, and nearly squeezed the life out of them.
"Poor mousies! You had a bad day!" She rocked them violently back and forth.
"I wuv wittle Pinky! I wuv you, Brainie Big Head! Rocky, rocky!"
"WHOA!" Pesto and Squit held on for dear life.
"Time for beddy bye!" With that, she dropped them on a little
pillow on her dresser.
Pesto scrambled to his feet and shook a fist at her. "You do that
again, and I'll clean the clock wit ya! You hear me? You little %@!!&$$..."
Elmyra gasped, and her face turned red. "NAUGHTY POTTY
MOUTH!!!" she cried, grabbing Pesto and heading out the door.
"I'll show you potty mouth! You put me down, you..." and then
Pesto began spewing out words Squit couldn't even remember hearing when he was being
pounded. The bathroom door slammed shut, and all was quiet.
Squit turned toward the mirror on Elmyra's dresser. His new, confused
looking, large-headed mousey face stared back at him. "Ya know something, Brainie Big
Head?" he said to the reflection. "I think that was poetic justice for both of
Bobby, Pinky, and Brain landed on a bus stop bench. It was now dark,
and the three could only see that which was illuminated by the street lamp. A fat,
gray-feathered pigeon waddled into the light.
"The Godpigeon," Bobby said softly.
The three fluttered down onto the ground. Bobby bent over and kissed
the Godpigeon's feet. He turned and cast a warning look toward Pinky and Brain. Pinky
hesitantly bent over and kissed.
Bobby turned to Brain. "Go on, you!"
"I will not," Brain replied.
"Look, you. Every Goodfeather kisses the Godpigeon's feet. Every
"Even his wife?" Pinky asked.
"It's disgusting," said Brain.
The Godpigeon made a noise. "Bizza buza abda bidooda?"
Bobby looked around in alarm at the Godpigeon, then back at Brain.
"The Godpigeon says you are not his wife. You must kiss his feet. Why do you not do
"I just said...wait a minute!" Brain cried. "How did you
get all that out of what he uttered?"
"I speaks fluent Pigeon."
"That was not any Pidgin."
Bobby pressed his beak menacingly against Brain's. "Are you
telling me I don't know my own language? I know what Pigeon is."
"A Pidgin language is bits and pieces of two existing languages,
preliminary to a Creole. It has elements from both parent languages, which I would have
detected, even if I didn't understand it. I didn't detect a thing."
Bobby pressed in closer. "Listen, you. You are now not only
insulting me, but you are also insulting the Godpigeon!"
"I am not insulting you. I am simply telling you that that was not
a Pidgin. It sounded more like gibberish."
"Aowwh, I don't know, Brain," said Pinky. "It sounded
like pigeon talk to me. In fact, I think I picked it up!" Pinky turned toward the
Godpigeon. "Buzz buzz buzz! Hubba bubba! Ha, ha! Narf!"
"Narf?" said the Godpigeon.
"Pinky, stop that!" cried Brain.
Bobby bowed his head toward the Godpigeon. "Godpigeon, I must
apologize for Pesto and Squit. They are not themselves, today."
Pinky began to run around in circles again. "Ha! Ha! Buzza
meatball! Birdie birdie! Troz!"
"Pinky, CEASE!" cried Brain.
Pinky paid no attention to him. "Birdie, birdie! Dubba
Brain grabbed a nearby stick and whacked Pinky over the head with it. Pinky fell flat on
his face. His eyes twirled for a minute as he looked up. He then laughed.
"Pinky, when I tell you to cease, cease!"
Brain looked over at Bobby and the Godpigeon. He then cocked an
eyebrow. Bobby and the Godpigeon stared at him, wide-eyed and agape.
"Boy," said Bobby. "I never thought I'd see Squit do
The Godpigeon lead the three to an open area near the bus stop. It was
covered with old food left from riders. Bobby's eyes went very wide. "Wow!" he
said. "Look at all this food!"
Brain glanced annoyingly in his direction. "Food? This is litter.
These people ought to be cited!"
The Godpigeon turned around. "Zizza bazza dooda, imer abbla zaazaa
mada dada."
"WOW!" Bobby turned gleefully to Pinky and Brain. "The
Godpigeon says he does not know why you two are acting like you are, but because the three
of us have been loyal Goodfeathers, he wishes to dine with us tonight at this great
Brain made a face. "He's kidding right?"
"He's going to share all this with us?" Pinky cried.
Bobby turned back to the Godpigeon. "We are most honored,
Godpigeon!" He kissed his feet, and Pinky did the same.
"Oh, let's not go through this again," Brain muttered.
"And if he thinks I'm going to even touch any of this..."
"Bizza buzza hemma humma."
Bobby blinked disbelievingly at the Godpigeon.
"He knows what?" Brain snapped.
"He knows you are not Pesto and Squit. Squit would never act this
ungrateful, and Pesto would never act this gracious!"
Pinky threw himself in front of the Godpigeon. "We're sorry!"
he cried. "We didn't mean to trick you. We're just poor little birdie mice who have
no home and need to take over the magic blue ball to get to the fairy land and claim our
crayons!" He began to sob.
"What did he say?" Bobby asked Brain.
"I have no idea."
The Godpigeon patted Pinky on the head. "Zizza bazza bam booda,
whizza mazza schazzda."
Bobby cocked and eyebrow. "The Godpigeon forgives you, and says he
knows you did not mean to deceive."
"Chizza mazza vamdoola."
"He says he welcomes you to our family, and would like to make
"Za zaazza flamdazza!"
Bobby gasped. "An honorary Goodfeather! That is the highest honor
a non-pigeon can receive from the Godpigeon!"
"Oh, how nice," Brain muttered. "Just what I've always
Bobby grabbed the scuff of Brain's neck. "He didn't say he was
going to make YOU an honorary Goodfeather, you fat, feathered..."
"Oh, no." Pinky stood up, threw his wings around Brain's
neck, and pulled him away from Bobby. "You can tell the Godpigeon thank you, but I
won't accept any honor unless Brain is also gets it."
"Oh, he'll get it alright," muttered Bobby.
"You accepted being part of T.H.E.Y.," Brain said.
"That's different! You gave that up!" cried Pinky. "I'm
sorry, Godpigeon, but Brain is my best friend. I won't become a Goodfeather without
The Godpigeon came over and again patted Pinky on the head. "Zizza
zizza flambooda."
"The Godpigeon cannot make Brain an honorary Goodfeather,"
Bobby said. "But he respects and admires your loyalty toward your friend."
"Ziz za! Fram da! Ma za!"
"Which," Bobby said sheepishly, "is more
"Zip zada vandola."
"The Godpigeon still wants you to feast with us, and will honor
you by granting a favor."
"Ooh! Ooh!" cried Pinky. "A favor! What should I ask
for? A new dolly? Some crayons? A trip to Six Flags Magic Mountain?"
Brain grabbed Pinky's beak. "Tell the Godpigeon we would like to
return to our suburban headquarters to fetch our counterparts and equipment so that we may
return to our correct bodies!"
Pinky pulled free from Brain's grip. "Why would we want to do
that, Brain? Don't you hate living with Elmyra?"
"Yes, Pinky," Brain said. "But we will never take over
the world as long as we are Goodfeathers. And we cannot curse Pesto and Squit to a life we
ourselves do not want to live. No, my friend, we must return to our natural bodies.
Besides," Brain scratched his wing, "these feathers are itchy."
"Well, that's because they're dirty, Brain," said Pinky
"Hey," said Bobby, "who you callin' dirty?"
The Godpigeon bowed toward Pinky and Brain and made another utterance.
"The Godpigeon finds your request noble and will grant it. He also...," Bobby
looked at the Godpigeon. "You're kidding!"
The Godpigeon made a sharp warning noise at Bobby. Bobby looked
fearfully at him, then back at Pinky and Brain.
"He also WILL make you both honorary Goodfeathers!"
"Whoopeee!!!" cried Pinky. "Let's eat!"
Brain looked at the ground and made a queasy face. "I don't think
so," he said.
As Bobby, Pinky, and Brain flew toward Elmyra's house, two mice stuck
their heads out the window. "It's about time you guys got here!" cried
"You calzone heads!" cried Pesto. "How dare you do this
to us! Do you have any idea what we've been through tonight?"
"We came back as soon as we could," Brain said, as the birds
landed on the window seal. "Your Godpigeon held us up."
"Yo, Bobby," snapped Pesto. "Why didn't you tell the
Godpigeon what was going on, huh?" But Bobby simply wandered away, shaking his head
and mumbling something about the Godpigeon needing a vacation.
"Where is the oaf?" Brain asked.
"She's asleep on the bed," Pesto quipped. "That little
fuzzy meatball! I ought to knock her into next week! She shoved suds down my throat!"
"You have my sympathy," Brain said dryly. "Where is the
electrenfibulator?" He began searching the room.
"The what?"
"The device that caused this situation. Where is it? Is it still
on the poll?"
"I don't have your fibulator!" Pesto cried. "What do I
look like, Keeper of the Fibulator? Do I look like the Master Pigeon of the Fibulator to
Brain chose to ignore him. "It must still be on the poll. Come! We
must get back there and try to reverse the effects before someone steals it!"
"Who'd want to steal that piece of garbage?" Pesto snapped.
"But, Brain, will it work at night, not being sunset and
all?" Pinky
"We'll simply have to do our best," Brain replied, unsure
"Wait!" cried Squit as the birds rose into the air.
"Pesto and I are
mice now! How are we gonna get there?"
"Yeah, you're not just going to leave us with this crazy girl, are
ya?" Pesto cried.
Brain rolled his eyes and picked up Squit by the tail. Bobby did the
same with a cursing Pesto, and they flew off toward the park, Pinky trailing behind.
The electrenfibulator and cable was exactly where Elmyra had left them. Bobby, Pinky and
Brain landed. Brain and Bobby set Pesto and Squit on the ground and all five wandered up
to the device.
"Now," said Brain. "We must recreate the accident.
Bobby, you must play Elmyra's role."
"Why do I have to play Elmyra?" Bobby asked.
"'Cause you're the only one here, dodo" Pesto said flatly.
Bobby flicked Pesto's head with his wing tips. "Ow!"
"You must follow my instructions exactly," Brain continued.
"Once I reconnect the electrenfibulator, Pinky and I will fly up and hover over the
poll. Squit and Pesto, you will stand here." He tottled over to where he and Pinky
and been standing when Elmyra pulled the cable out, and made an "X" with his
talon. "Any questions?"
"Yeah," said Pesto. "So, what?"
"Bobby will then start the electrenfibulator, wait until the
lightning reaches the wires, and pull out the cable. Thus, we will be
struck by the lightning again, and put back into our original bodies."
"Whoa, wait a minute," cried Pesto, suddenly alarmed.
"You mean we gotta get fried by lightning again? I don't think so!" He started
to walk away. "You all have a good time. I'm outta here!" Bobby stepped on
Pesto's tail, causing him to fall on his face.
Squit ran over to face him. "C'mon, Pesto. It's the only way we'll
get our own bodies back!"
"No! I have been flambayed, mangled, soaped, oiled, and thudded
tonight. I am NOT going to be fried again!"
"You don't have a choice, blabber beak," Bobby said, picking
up Pesto and holding him upside down. "Get over there before I mow the grass wit
ya!" He plopped Pesto down, who walked sulking to the "X".
"Very well," said Brain. "Bobby, as soon as the
lightning strikes, pull the cable completely out. Do you understand?"
"Furgetabboutit!" Bobby walked over to the electrenfibulator.
Brain hooked the wire back up. "Places!" He and Pinky flew to
just above the pole, as Squit and Pesto stood on the "X". "Ready?"
Bobby gave him a thumbs-up.
Bobby pulled the lever. The electrenfibulator shot out sparks, which
traveled around the cable, up the poll, and along the wires.
Bobby pulled out one end of the cable.
Lightning flew everywhere, striking the two flying birds and the mice.
They shrieked. Bobby quickly pulled out the other end of the cable. The electrenfibulator
stopped, and the two birds plummeted to the ground. The mice lay unmoving. Bobby raced up
to one of the birds, nudging him.
"Squit, Squit! Speak to me!"
The bird moaned and moved his head a little. Then his eyes flew open
and he grinned.
"Oh, no." Bobby raced around, nudging the other bird and the
mice. "Squit? Pesto? Where are yas?"
Brain sat up, looked at his hands, saw they were wings, and realized he
was in Pesto's body. "Oh, dear," he mumbled.
"That was fun!" cried Pinky, fluttering around in Squit's
body. "I have HUGE teeth! Can we do that again?"
"We're going to have to," Brain moaned, stumbling over to the
"NO!" cried Pesto, now in Brain's body. He stumbled away.
"I am NOT going though that again!"
"You ain't got no choice!" Bobby picked him up by his tail,
and replaced him on the "X".
"Do we have to?" moaned Squit, rubbing his--Pinky's--forehead
and sitting on the "X".
Brain reconnected the electrenfibulator, and he and Pinky fluttered
into the air. "Ready?"
Bobby took his position.
Bobby started the electrenfibulator, which redid its motions. At
Brain's signal, Bobby pulled out the cable end, sending the lightning into the air. As the
birds hit the ground, he pulled out the cable and ran to Squit's body.
"Squit, Squit! Are you in there?"
The bird opened his eyes. "I'm Pesto, you moron!"
"No, you're not!" said Bobby ominously.
Pesto, now in Squit's body, shot up. He looked at his wing tips.
"MAMA LEONIE!" He cried, and started cursing the ground, the sky, Brain, Bobby,
and anything else he could think of.
"Oh my gosh," Squit cried, staggering to his feet. "I'm
in Pesto's body! I can't believe it!"
"And I'm Brain's!" cried Pinky. He started to run around.
"Ooh! I feel so top-heavy!" He leaned right and left, trying to balance Brain's
head, and finally teetered over. "HAHA! Narf!"
Brain stood over him. "Pinky, you're insulting me."
"Ooh, Brain. You're head is bigger than I thought!"
"And I've never felt so light headed in my life!" Brain
"Quickly! We must get out of each other's bodies before permanent damage is
done!" Brain reached behind him, and examined his now-straight tail, shaking his
head. "How can anyone live like this?"
"Lookit me!" cried Pinky. He pushed his feet into the air,
thus standing on Brain's head. "HAHA! Troz!" Brain walked faster toward the
"Wow!" cried Squit, flapping around. "This is so
surreal!" He began to roll around on the ground.
"You ain't just whistling Figaro," muttered Bobby.
"Yo, Squit, quit doin' that in my body!" cried Pesto.
"Sorry, Pesto, you're just so chubby! It's kinda fun!"
"Are you callin' me chubby?" Pesto cried, coming over to
"No, Pesto, I..." But then Squit stopped and looked him in
the eye.
"Why, yes I am, Pesto. Whadda goin' to do about it? Knock your teeth out?"
"No, I'm gonna knock YOUR teeth out!" Pesto doubled up his
fist, preparing to punch himself in the mouth.
"Yo, Pesto, Squit, stop it!" Bobby cried. "Get your
carcasses up in the air so we can finish this thing!"
"Yes," said Brain, who had finished reconnecting the
electrenfibulator. "Pinky, return to the 'X'!"
Pinky, still upside down, turned toward Brain. "Are you pondering
what I'm pondering?"
"You're afterlife? Yes-s-s!"
"Say that again!" cried Pinky.
"What? Yes-s-s?"
"Ha, ha! That's so funny in my voice! Yes-s-s! Narf!"
"Pinky, stop saying that nonsense word in my voice!"
"All of yous, stop it, and let's get this over with!" Bobby
cried. "Geez! It's almost sunrise!"
"Then the electrenfibulator should work better," mumbled
Brain, as he dragged Pinky by the tail to the "X". Pinky continued to laugh,
crying as he went, "Ponder, ponder! Big word! Big word! Yes-s-s! HAHA! Zort!..."
Squit and Pesto flew into position. "Ready up here!" Squit
"Ready!" cried Brain.
Bobby pulled the lever. Again the electrenfibulator repeated its
actions, and again, Bobby pulled the cable end. Again the lightning struck the two birds
and mice. Bobby waited a few seconds.
Suddenly, the electrenfibulator exploded, blowing apart the cable and
the box. Bobby jumped back. The lightning stopped, and the birds again fell to the ground.
Bobby jumped up and ran to the electrenfibulator, now sparking and smoking on the ground.
"Holy marinara," said Bobby. "If it didn't work this
time..." He ran over to Squit's body. "Oh, please, please tell me you're
The bird fluttered its eyes. "I'm Squit."
"No foolin'!" cried Bobby, shaking him. "Are you really
"Yeah, I'm really Squit." Squit opened his eyes a bit wider.
He examined his wings. "I'm Squit! I'm really Squit!" He flew into the air and
twirled around. "I'm back in my own body! Coo! Coo!"
Pesto joined him. "Oh, baby! Does that feel good!"
Brain wearily sat up, rubbing his own large head. "Thank Heaven
that trip is over."
Pinky shot up. "HAHA! Narf!" he cried. "Oh, boy, Brain.
That was fun! Can we do it again tomorrow?"
"No, Pinky!" cried Brain. "Never again. NE-VER
"You ain't kidding," said Bobby, pointing to the
"Oh, no," moaned Brain, picking up the pieces.
"Oh, well, too bad," said Pinky, coming up next to him.
"So, what now?"
Just then, a shrill noise pierced the dawn. "MOUSIES?!!"
"Oh, no," cried Bobby, "it's the girl!"
"Great," muttered Brain.
"I'm not dealin' with her again," cried Pesto. "Let's
get outta here!"
The Goodfeathers took off into the air. "So long, mice!"
cried Bobby.
"Can't say it's been fun, cause it hasn't!" Pesto yelled.
The three quickly started to fly away. Suddenly, Squit froze.
"Wait, guys," he said, and started flying back toward the
"Yo, Squit!" cried Bobby. "Wadda you doin'?"
"Squit, c'mon!" called Pesto. "They're not our
"We have to help them!"
"Man, Squit's right," said Bobby in a quick, unhappy
realization. "They're honorary Goodfeathers!"
"They're WHAT?" cried Pesto.
"Hey," called Squit, hovering high over the mice. "Do
you guys need a ride back to the house?"
Elmyra's voice sounded through the night. "OH MOUSIEEEES?!"
Brain's ears lowered. "I think we already have one."
Squit looked over in Elmyra's direction. "You sure about
Brain looked up at the Goodfeathers, then in Elmyra's direction. He
wondered who would kill whom first. "I'm sure."
"Okay. Se ya." Squit flew back to the others. "They
don't want our help."
"Of course not!" said Pesto, slapping Squit on the back of
the head. "They're mieces! Mieces is nothin' but trouble!"
As Pesto and Bobby flew away, Squit lingered behind. He watched Elmyra
roughly pick up Pinky and the Brain in one hand, the electrenfibulator in the other, and
run off. "Nah, it's the girl that's trouble, Pesto. You of all birds ought to
know," he said. He
stared sadly after her. "Poor mice. I really do feel sorry for them." With that,
Squit flew off to join his comrades.
Back at Elmyra's house, Brain sat staring sadly at the ruined
electrenfibulator. He sighed, and looked over at Pinky, who was
playing quietly in a corner.
"They changed their uniforms."
Pinky looked up. "What, Brain?"
"The Denver Broncos. Their owner, Pat Bowlen, had Nike design new
uniforms for the team that were more comfortable and increased their mobility. They also
selected navy blue as opposed to bright orange. Then at the beginning of the 1997 season
the Broncos switched the uniforms from the old orange ones to the new navy blue ones.
That's why they were wearing orange, and now they're wearing dark blue."
"Oh. Thanks, Brain."
As the Goodfeathers flew, Pesto turned to Bobby. "So, Bobby. Wadda
we gonna do tomorrow night?"
"I dunno," Bobby replied.
"Same thing we do every night, Pesto," said Squit. "Try
to take over the world!"
Bobby and Pesto stopped and stared at Squit. "Why would we do
that?" Bobby asked.
"I dunno," Squit replied. "Maybe we're
"Excuse me?" said Pesto, moving menacingly toward Squit.
"Excuse me? Did you call me a megalomaniac? Did YOU call me a megalomaniac? Are you
saying I am a little blonde kid in a silver jacket with dark glasses building forts and
houses and the Statue of Liberty out of colorful interlocking blocks on commercials here
to AMUSE you?"
"No!" cried Squit, sweating. "That's not what I'm
"I am a megalomaniac."
"Yeah," Squit said, nodding quickly. "That's what I'm
"THAT'S IT! I'LL SHOW YOU MEGALOMANIAC!!!!" Pesto attacked
Squit, and a fight ensued, curse words flying everywhere.
Bobby began to laugh. "Ya, know," he said, "I didn't
know how much I missed seeing Pesto pound Squit...till I saw Squit pound Pesto! Ha,
ha!" He continued to laugh at his battling comrades, as the sun began to rise.
They're Bobby, and Pesto and the Squit, Squit, Squit, Squit, "Ow!"
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To most people, princes, princesses, counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales. Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.
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"He breathed. I breathed. The heat between us soared. Yet neither of us moved away. There was no urgency to separate, only an unspoken eagerness to stay close. Magnets."
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Lately for me, Tillie Cole has been one of my go-to authors for dark and intense romances. So, when I first picked up this book, I wasn't too sure what to expect. Could this author pull off a fairy tale romance? I wasn't sure, but I had to find out. And I gotta tell you, am I ever glad I decided to pick this book up. This book was beyond my wildest expectations. It was intense in a completely different way. A Veil of Vines was exactly what a sweet and swoon worthy romance should be. It was a tale of star crossed lovers and one incredible and unforgettable love story.
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As my papa's G5 began its descent, I looked out of the window beside me and waited for the plane to break through the clouds. I held my breath, body tense, then suddenly the burnt-orange remnants of daylight flooded the plane, bathing the interior with a soft, golden glow. I inhaled deeply. Italia.
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The former Heavy-weight World Champion Rocky Balboa trains and mentors Adonis Creed, the son of his late rival and friend Apollo Creed.
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Adonis Johnson (Jordan) never knew his acclaimed father, world heavyweight champion Apollo Creed, who passed on before he was conceived. Still, there's no denying that confining is his blood, so Adonis heads to Philadelphia, the site of Apollo Creed's fabulous match with an intense upstart named Rocky Balboa.
Once in the City of Brotherly Love, Adonis tracks Rocky (Stallone) down and requests that he be his mentor. In spite of his request that he is out of the battle diversion for good, Rocky finds in Adonis the quality and determination he had known in Apollo—the furious opponent who turned into his nearest companion. Consenting to go up against him, Rocky trains the youthful contender, even as the previous champ is fighting an adversary more fatal than any he confronted in the ring.
With Rocky in his corner, it isn't much sooner than Adonis gets his own particular shot at the title… yet would he be able to grow the drive as well as the heart of a genuine contender, so as to get into the ring?
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2018-03-14 / Front Page
Pheffer Amato Celebrates St. Patrick's Day with Vets
Assembly Member Stacey Pheffer Amato (D-Broad Channel) was honored to provide corned beef for the annual St. Patrick's Day Celebration at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 260 in Broad Channel. On Sunday, March 11, over 70 veterans from the Veterans' Affairs St. Albans Community Living Center were served in celebration. Pheffer Amato said, "I want to thank the St. Albans VA, the Broad Channel VFW, Stop & Shop and all who volunteered on Sunday to continue to make this event an annual success! We owe these brave men and women everything, and I am so honored to be a part of this community who always finds a way to give back."


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A blow Job experience straight from the lips of a porn star is available with this Fleshlight and in particular the Asa Akira Swallow Girls model, which arrived from 4playsure.co.uk.
The parcel arrived within 24 hours in a fully discreet parcel. The Fleshlight arrived wrapped in bubble wrap to provide protection during transit.
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The fleshlight has a solid pearl outer casing, with a screw cap and a small air lock positioned on the end of the case.
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The supplied sachet of 5ml lube is a suitable amount for a session,
Entry in to the sleeve wasn't as tight as I generally like my male toys to be. It was still delightful as I slipped through Asa sweet lips as I discovered the ribbed section made me feel instantly sensitive especially on the head of penis. I slowly worked the sleeve down my shaft it was a very impressable sight as the Fleshlight could take the whole length of my erect penis.
I was soon feeling further sensitive and highly stimulated with each slow thrust as the ribbed section does grip your shaft to allow you to believe a realistic oral session is taking place. While the tight canal positioned at the end of the sleeve to give you a deep throat sensation will certainly bring you to your knees.
Normally with male masturbators I do speed up the thrusting the deeper I get into my session. With this fleshlight I felt there wasn't the need to and my session was enhanced with the slower movement of thrusting. I could feel my orgasm were building as I was now feeling further stimulated that did result in to one of the best climaxes I have ever experienced with a male toy.
Cleaning of the fleshlight is relatively easy thanks to the removable sleeve, which can also be turned inside out. I wash the sleeve over with a sex toy cleaner and rinse through. I leave the sleeve to dry naturally overnight and then give a coating of renewal powder to preserve the life of the sleeve.
While this is the first fleshlight I have owned there has been many factors I've been impressed with to leave me with feeling fully satisfied as the Asa Akira Swallow Girls model has increased my pleasure during my solo play to enjoy a delightful deep throat experience. I will be using the fleshlight regularly in the bedroom to enjoy several stunning orgasms.
The Asa Akira Girls Swallow Fleshlight was sent to me to test by 4playsure.co.uk in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my opinion which are entirely my own.
Other Flashlight reviews on my blog you may be interested in reading.
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text: Motivation in the class room is a complex issue that instructors face everyday.We know motivated students are easier to teach,and if interested in learning,do, in fact, learn! Incentives for taking a particular course may be intrinsic,(internal,self -fulfillment, for the love of a subject,etc.) or extrinsic (outside influences,accomplishing a specific outcome or result,,such as promotion,or financial gain etc.).Ideally,a persons inspiration for achieving an academic task involves an amalgamation of both. As a teacher,showing the relevance and appeal of the course,being a role model,and setting realistic performance goals,will all facilitate class continuity.A variety of student active teaching formats, explaining course rational,and designing appropriately challenging assignments are all sound motivational strategies for maintaining students desire to participate in the process of learning.


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|Bilingual Educaiton
Debbie McKibbin
French Immersion Teacher/French Coordinator
Learning French has been an important part of my education. Growing up in Winnipeg afforded me the option of choosing a French Immersion program for my schooling. After completing a Science degree from the University of Manitoba in 1990, I decided to pursue a degree in Education, regardless of the fact there were no teaching jobs at the time! After a few years teaching for the Calgary Board of Education, I moved to Canmore and have been teaching for Canadian Rockies Public Schools in the French Immersion program for the last 20 years. I am currently teaching a half and half Kindergarten program with instruction in French for half a day and in English for the other half. I completed the graduate certificate in Transforming Teaching and Learning and am currently enrolled in the Teaching and Learning Languages program through the University of Calgary.
Jennifer Deurbrouck-Penney
French Immersion Teacher/Learning Leader
First and foremost I am a proud graduate of the French immersion program. I graduated from the University of Calgary with a Bachelor of Education in 1996 with an elementary focus and a major in French . I have 17 successful years of experience teaching for the Calgary Board of Education. I teach French Immersion at the elementary level and for the last several years I have been teaching Grade 2. On a whim, over a year ago, I attended a professional fellowship information session through the Calgary Board of Education, submitted a proposal and was awarded a scholarship to complete my masters! I recently completed my graduate certificate in the Assistive Technologies for Learning in the Inclusive Classroom program and I am currently pursuing my graduate diploma in Teaching and Learning Languages.


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This past week my co-founder Kevin Melgaard (and friend since 1994) and I started at Excelerate Labs, the nation's #3 web startup mentorship-driven accelerator. We will be spending the next 90 days meeting with the best and brightest start up mentors (investors, entrepreneurs, teachers...all around successful people) to get a crash course the on the best way to launch a web startup. Building relationships with the best-fit mentors is job #1 at this point. After all, being resourceful as hell is the key to being a good entrepreneur, right? Here...the resources are coming to us. It is our job to make the most of it.
Getting in was hard. Excelerate gets hundreds of applications from all over the country. They only pick 10 companies. Getting in was great validation, not that we've got some insanely awesome idea, but that we've busted our asses and that we've shown we have what it takes to go through the REALLY rough spots of going through a startup and still
We've got a ton of work to do to build a better product, build a better team, build a better business...in 80 days...no pressure, eh?
After the first week, we've:
- Pitched to 100+ mentors, after hearing we would only the morning of...great learning experience and I'm glad it happened the way it did.
- Sat with David Cohen, Brad Feld, IDEO, Craig Wortmann, the class of 2010 Excelerate and many others. Seriously, how else could you get this level of quality in one week?
- Met with the Excelerate leaders about where we are and where we need to go.
- Slept very little and learned a lot.
Here's to week 2...starting bright and early tomorrow!