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We are going on vacation for a week, and I will be offline until August 31. Meanwhile, chapter 1 of a novel entitled The Anachronist is pasted below. I have written the novel through to the end (working on it since 2001), but some parts still need development.
The Argument:
A woman is bound to the stake to be burned:
No hope of using the secrets she's learned.
A sagacious doctor awaits his fate,
Captive in the Tower behind Traitor's Gate.
His student could strike to make justice prevail.
Righteous he is, but his judgment may fail.
Over the sea comes a painter who sought—
Not the dark cellar in which he is caught.
In the midst of these four, a lady is torn.
She must choose just one, leave the rest forlorn.
Time's arrow flies; look where it lies.
A woman stands to her waist in a mound of logs and tightly bundled furze kindling. The logs beneath her feet cut into her bare soles. A rope winds around her body from her thighs to a triple knot at her chest. The stray hairs on the knot's surface shake in the wind. She thinks: One watches small, harmless things like this every day of one's life. If I were a child, I would play with this rope, pull its strands apart, drag it behind me like a tail.
She feels a great oak beam pressing through her linen smock. To her left, she sees seated clergymen and dignitaries. One is a portly, bearded, red-faced gentleman who wears a heavy gold chain over his furs. She knows him well as Sir Thomas Lucy, Justice of the Peace and Member of Parliament. Sir Thomas affects the same disappointed schoolmaster's expression that he tried to maintain during her interrogations, but all traces of his eagerness and anxiety have been replaced by barely concealed satisfaction. His fat hands, which twitched and pointed constantly in the cell, now lie relaxed in his lap; his rings glitter in the wan light.
She is bound too tightly to turn her head around. However, decades of grueling daily practice have made her an expert at recalling visual memories as if they had been captured in paint. With her eyes shut, she can clearly picture what must appear behind her. The square little church of St. Mary Magdalen stands before the city's main northern gate. To its left, also just outside the city walls, must rise the crenellated profile of Balliol College. She smells the smoke from a college chimney along with leaf mold and sewage. The town's other spires, turrets, and flags surely make a pleasant pattern under the scuttling clouds and the low winter sun, which shines directly behind her. And far to the right is Oxford's castle on its ancient motte, where she was held screaming and weeping for the past eleven pitch-black nights.
She chooses not to look rightward toward the constable, who must be busy with his flints and tinder: she hears their scratching sound. Before her time in the castle, she would have begged this man's mercy and expected him at least to pity her. She wonders why she was ever prone to trust. As a little girl, didn't she see her own mother and father hanging by their necks in a long row of bodies, while the crows circled and cawed over Antwerp and the papist army set the thatch to fire? Someone deliberately tied ropes around their necks and dropped them to choke. If they begged for their lives, no one listened. All men are sinners; many do worse than this fellow who will soon execute her. And was not she, Anna Clauwaert, also born into mortal sin?
A crowd has gathered to watch her burn. From her vantage point on an earth embankment, these people look like stocky bundles, well wrapped against the late October chill. They are spaced widely enough that she can see plenty of churned mud, horse droppings, and patchy grass among them: a rich, dark background for their red and orange woolen cloaks and the bleached hats of the women. She decides that once the fire is lit, she should try to inhale as much smoke as she can, in the hopes of losing consciousness before her skin begins to blister.
Most of the onlookers are common townspeople or country folk with big noses and chins and squinty eyes. There are a few gentlemen in view, recognizable by their swords. For example, some twenty paces away, a tall fellow stands with his back to her, facing his own long shadow. He wears a tight velvet jacket and a broad, feathered cap over his red hair. She can see his fine, strong legs through his hose.
"Lord God," she thinks in her native Dutch, "I confess that I am rotten with lust and fear and every other contemptible sin. Your will is unalterable and just; if the earthly flames that will soon scorch my skin and lungs"—here she must pause a moment—"if those flames are merely a foretaste of endless hellfire, Thy will be done."
This prayer is rehearsed; she has honed it for days and even said it aloud a dozen times on her knees in her cell. This time, as she recites it silently, the rope chafes her arms and a silent wind whips the parts of her smock that are free to move. She continues inwardly: "But I do not know, Lord—truly I do not know why I am being persecuted, nor what has befallen my master, Dr. Edmund Burby. I pray only that I may be granted a chance to find the truth so that I may be Your instrument of justice before I die."
Beyond the redheaded gentleman with the sword, four small boys are playing with a leather ball. One has just hurled it at another as hard as he can, but his target has ducked and the others are laughing. Another twenty paces behind the boys, two women stand huddled together with their faces almost completely obscured by baggy white muffin caps and woolen scarves. Anna thinks of a Latin phrase that her master once showed her in an old manuscript. They could not translate or parse it, but it was said to have some efficacy. She knows that she should shun such texts as Satan's own work, especially on the day that she will face her Maker in judgment. She does not allow herself to say the magical phrase aloud, but she does think it, letting the strange syllables sound in her head one at a time.
Her eye wanders further along the wide thoroughfare of St. Giles. In the distance, that road passes through a rusticated arch that is built into a peaked-roof building with leaded windows. This is the Bocardo Prison, attached to the old church of St. Michael. It looks like a barbican, but it stands alone, no wall connecting it to the rest of the city's fortifications. Between Anna and the Bocardo, St. Giles Street is lined by modest houses, kitchen gardens and open orchards that dissolve into common fields, and a few inns. Outside a public house on the right whose sign names it "The Town," a knot of men stand holding their pewter tankards and looking in her direction. They want to watch her face and hair catch fire like a torch—without leaving their ales inside the inn. One man strikes a flint to light his clay pipe; she notices the sparks.
It seems infinitely sad that she will never again see whitewashed walls, rickety fences, or ridges of dried mud on a road. "Our Father," she says to herself, still in Dutch, "You who are in heaven, your name …" She is now looking at objects remarkably far away, she realizes. The pub is a half-timbered and thatched building. There is a small window just past the door, but the leaded glass is dull and opaque, save for a few glinting highlights. She focuses on a little patch of yellow wall with a sloping red roof. At the corner, a horse has its nose in a bucket. Anna's eye takes in the gloss of its coat, its ribs, its skinny hind legs, and its dirty white tail.
Which is around the corner of the pub. She should not be able to see this tail; only the horse's head should be visible from her perspective, and it should be very small. Objects shrink in proportion to their distance from the viewer, but it is as if she has moved so close to the surface of this scene that she can observe distant things close up—and now even see around corners. She thinks of looking back toward herself, but she is afraid of what she might find. Instead, she looks further along the side street, the sun now to her right.
The gardens grow larger as she hastens along; soon there is a wide orchard on both sides of the road. The bare branches of bigger trees form a shifting lattice studded with silent crows; and then she sees a stile ahead. "City of Oxford Common" says the painted lettering on a crude wooden sign. She is a mile away from the pyre at St. Mary Magdalen Church, heading toward the River Thames.
This part of the Common is called Port Meadow; it is a rolling expanse of grass and puddles that she crosses as she looks toward the misty river. Any freeman of Oxford may pasture his animals here. Anna passes two sack-of-bones cows, one muddy sheep, and a donkey. Skinny boys collect manure to burn before a lean-to that they have constructed under a tree. In the distance, a dissolved monastery is slipping into ruin, its stones stolen by townspeople for their houses. To Anna's Flemish mind, Port Meadow has always seemed a waste. If the Corporation of Oxford built a dyke along the river bank, put a drainage canal through the middle of the field, and planted hedgerows, this land could handle ten times as many animals.
But she is not thinking about enclosures today—nor does she fear the robbers who lurk on common land. She knows where she must go: the river is her path. She reaches it and moves downstream over placid water that seems to steam a little near its reedy margins. A couple of mallards leave a v-shaped wake as they paddle across, and a peasant in mismatched leggings fishes from a flat boat. She passes right behind the Oxford Castle, although she avoids looking at that place of nightmares. The Thames is narrow here and twists sharply: just a stream with green, reedy water and steep banks. A man sits in the saddle as his horse drinks, standing in water up to its knees. She passes a foot away from the fellow and his animal, undetected.
As the buildings cluster together more tightly—she is moving into the heart of Oxford Town—the Thames merges with a tributary and changes its character. It is wider and faster here, its banks are more sharply defined, and rowboats dot its surface. A watermill churns busily, tended by bustling women while others lay sheets out to bleach. She recalls something that her tutor, Dr. Burby, once told her. He had been playing with his retorts, pipes, and beakers, pouring liquids together and showing her how they bubbled and foamed. "Look," he said—speaking the Latin that was required at all times in the college—"how unlike substances, when they meet, become more alike. Hot and cold combine to make a lukewarm liquid. Base and precious metals mix in nature and then require much labor and intelligence to separate, even temporarily. A sharp vinegar and this salty soda, after they have foamed together, will create something flat and bland and lose their distinct characters. Life is the clash of differences; death is sameness."
Anna never understands this kind of talk, nor why her master insists on playing with alchemists' tools. Men are burned for alchemy. Dr. Edmund Burby is supposed to be a historian, writing a great vindication of the Reformed Church that will begin with the Acts of the Apostles and end with the providential accession of the Protestant Queen Elizabeth to the English throne. This work will confound the Pope himself with its pious learning. It was to study under such a scholar that Anna dressed herself as a boy, forged a letter of introduction, and traveled perilously from Flushing to Oxford at age sixteen. The doctrines that he persists in telling her about chemicals and metals are at best idle; at worst, they are lies. The world's story is not about differences turning to sameness. On the contrary, the true and original church has split into countless sects, most of them shocking heresies. Meanwhile, people have invented a Babel of languages with which to tell their fictions. God is One; sinners generate faction and strife because of their selfish wills.
She is out of Oxford now; the river is still wider, having merged with the Cherwell. The stately tower of Magdalen College passes behind her. Along the banks she sees enclosed pastures, dotted with sheep; open fields, tilled in long rows; and thick woods. She is intent on maintaining her concentration, her continuity of vision or memory or imagination—for fear that a lapse will put her back on the pyre. But she finds that she can move considerably faster than a pedestrian. She sweeps above the river like a gull on its way to the sea. From her high perspective, the woods look surprisingly large and undisturbed. This realm is still a great forest, she thinks, having seen it before only from a roadside or a boat.
Now here comes the ragged edge of the clouds that had covered Oxford. This band of gray is moving toward London. It suddenly occurs to Anna that "weather" is not a change in the state of affairs in a given place. "Weather" is the movement of great atmospheric masses across the surface of the globe. If people exchanged frequent and quick messages about the state of the weather wherever they happened to be, wouldn't it be possible to predict the coming of rain or high winds? But how could those messages move faster than the weather itself? Maybe bonfire signals would work, like the ones that followed the course of the Spanish Armada. Could men be paid to send daily weather messages by bonfire?
Another question comes to her: Why does the weather constantly swirl? Why don't the masses of clouds come to a stop, like the milk in a churn when a farm girl lets her paddle drop at the sound of footsteps in the barn? It must be God who keeps churning the atmosphere, actively intervening to keep the world in motion—to fill our sails, turn our windmills, and bring us rain. If God were an absent creator, nature would quickly run down; clouds would dissipate; everything would become a still and even fog, deadly to crops.
The Thames turns in huge ox bows, consuming many more miles than it needs to reach London on its descent to the sea. At one turn, Anna notices an encampment of beggars. She has seen many like them recently, even in town. The harvest is in and winter is almost upon them; but the harvest was bad and hunger already bites. To travel without a license is a crime. These people should till land, serve a master, or ply a trade. They should not be gleaning free berries, game, and firewood or—as she notices they have done—turning someone else's soil for their vegetable garden. From a distance, they look picturesque, like figures in a miniature landscape from Anna's homeland. But when she draws closer she sees that the little potbellied girl sits by the riverside, legs splayed, wrapped in rags, her bulging eyes staring emptily.
At Windsor, the massive round keep flies the Queen's standard, and the people by the riverside are jauntily dressed in fashion. A very fat fellow with a big feather in his hat makes a deep bow as he tries to detain three housewives in farthingales. Then more thick woods, little towns, and another turn of the Thames reveals Hampton Court. Near this palace, liveried servants row long, gilded barges, and sailboats tack downstream with loads of vegetables.
Before London comes Westminster with its towerless Abbey, the long roof of Parliament House, and a grand marble staircase down to the river. Then a row of palaces, each with its own landing stage still streaming from the tidewater; and Saint Paul's with its squat central tower, crowded by the spires of London's other churches and the masts of docked ships. Windmills dot the hills further away from the river. People swarm the streets and landings near St. Paul's like rats on rigging.
The Cathedral stands on Anna's right-hand side even though she faces downstream. She is not very well acquainted with London, but she knows that St. Paul's should be on her left; the right bank is another town altogether. Everything appears in mirror-image and must have been reversed since—when? Since the horse outside the pub in Oxford?
Anna considers that the mind does not see the world. The mind is located behind the eye, which is a reflective surface that mirrors the world. (Stare closely into someone's retina and you will see yourself reflected there.) Thus the mind must be accustomed to reversing the image it observes on the back side of the eye. Moreover, the mind must be invisible, for no autopsy has ever found a being with its own little eye that watches the back of the retina from inside the head. Thoughts are incorporeal, and the mind or soul must be that bodiless substance that observes the physical image on the retina. But Anna is not looking with her eye; today, her mind directly observes the world, which therefore appears reversed. Or does she see it the right-way around for the first time in her life—maybe for the first time in history?
London Bridge looms with its grand half-timbered shops. The boats are as crowded here as cows at a Flemish cattle market; rowers struggle to separate their tangled banks of oars and one young man jumps from vessel to vessel with a live turkey while the owners shake their fists at him. Fish heads and other trash bob in the choppy water. As Anna nears the dank dripping arch of the bridge, she can see the floors of the shops and houses jutting over the water. Here the Thames forms boiling rapids.
Anna's vision reemerges into the sunlight. To her right (although she still expects to find it on the left), is the Tower. Its most prominent feature is a tall, square, whitish building with crenellations and a turret at each corner. It is a very old-fashioned and grim keep, although its turrets have been topped with wooden domes like jaunty little hats. Between this white tower and the river is a massive fortress wall with a gate that is more than half submerged by the tide. There are pikes on top of the gate, and skulls on the pikes. Anna passes through the bars of the gate, up a steep, wet covered passage, and into the open bailey with its many fine buildings. She briefly notices a row of cages and the spotted coat of a pacing big cat. An uncaged bear sits chained to the base of a wall.
She works her way methodically along the four walls of the White Tower from the ground floor up, peering into each window. She finds dark rooms jammed with crates and bales, a kitchen with gleaming copperware, some kind of holding cell in which are packed a dozen standing prisoners, another cell with a poor bloodied fellow in the stocks, and several guardrooms well stocked with pikes, muskets, and cannon balls.
This evidence of military professionalism is a pleasant surprise. English troops are at war in Anna's homeland, helping to liberate her nation from the murderous Spanish papists. She thanks God for their aid, but she wishes they could be more impressive on the battlefield. The whole English government often strikes Anna as a rickety affair, run by a few amateurs, funded out of the Queen's own purse or on her personal credit, beset by traitors, vulnerable to invasion. The Pope has declared Elizabeth a usurping bastard and a heretic, calling on the faithful to assassinate her. Unknown thousands of English families are secretly loyal to Rome. Ireland is in open rebellion and plots are uncovered every year. But for a providential wind that blew up the Channel in '88, Spanish ships would have landed thousands of ruthless, seasoned soldiers and Jesuit inquisitors on the beaches of England and the cause would have been lost.
This very tower is filled with conspirators. Some will be held here indefinitely; some will be released on the orders of the Privy Council. Some, by the Queen's mercy, will go to the block to have their heads instantly axed off. But some of the Tower's traitors will die in the following way. They will be placed face down in a cage that is pulled by horses through the rough streets of London while people run alongside and jeer. They will be hanged by the necks until desperately heaving for air. They will be cut down from the gallows, still alive, and stripped before the London mob. Their genitals will be sliced off, displayed before their faces, and then burned in a brazier. Their stomachs will be cut open at a place calculated not to cause immediate death, and their intestines will be drawn out of their bodies and added to the fire. Last, the executioner will chop them into bloody quarters.
As Anna reaches the third and fourth floors of the White Tower, she finds that many of the rooms are elaborately furnished. Either the genteel prisoners are permitted to live in comfort at their own expense (as Anna has heard), or else these chambers belong not to prisoners but to the governor and other royal retainers. One room is hung with Flemish tapestries of Diana and her hunt.
She recognizes Dr. Burby's room immediately. In a corner chamber on the fifth floor, he has reproduced precisely the arrangement of objects that used to line the walls of his study at Balliol College: books laid flat on shelves, polished sea-turtle shells, antlers from numerous species that he has arranged in order of size, pendulum clocks, globes and celestial spheres, small antique marble busts, stuffed birds, a camera obscura, a lute, mirrors, retorts and beakers of blown glass, porcelain from the orient, a cabinet of dark wood carved to resemble a palace façade, a pot of rosemary (for remembrance), crude beads strung on leather, a Saxon inscription, an abacus and an astrolabe, a human skull, three prisms hung from the rafter that turn slowly in the air, a table covered with a Persian carpet, and a printed portrait of the Queen after Nicholas Hilliard. The whole chamber is rather gloomy; portions are concealed in inky black shadows.
Dr. Burby has not arranged these objects so carefully just to remind himself of his old life or to make himself comfortable in prison. Like Anna, he is a devotee of the Art of Memory. Every day, he visualizes some familiar scene, such as the view from his study window, the interior of his parish church, or the shelves that line his walls. He associates each familiar object with something that he is trying to memorize, whether the Saxon Kings of Wessex in order of their succession, the natural metals, or the vocabulary of Hebrew. When he runs out of real objects with which to associate these ideas, he invents extensions to his memories. For example, his parish church may develop an imaginary door, through which he can reach a cloister surrounded by chapels, each filled with monumental brasses that he can associate with Hebrew verbs. Or his study may extend for one hundred, or even one thousand, paces in his mind, instead of its actual ten.
By this method, Dr. Edmund Burby is able to memorize vast amounts of knowledge—although perhaps with less success than the Jesuit Matthew Ricci, who has used the Art of Memory to master Chinese speech and writing within months. The heathens are so astounded and bewitched by Ricci (or so an English agent in Macao reports), that there is great concern lest they convert by the millions to Romanism.
In any case, the Art of Memory is not merely a tool for absorbing facts or impressing pagans. An expert can visualize how one idea relates to another by mentally moving the corresponding objects in imaginary space. In that way, he can discover the occult patterns of the elements, the heavens, or the books of scripture.
Anna knows Dr. Burby's chamber by heart, just as she knows the skyline of Oxford and the portraits in her college hall. She also knows the streets and canals of Bruges as if she had a map spread out before her—although she has deliberately added whole imaginary neighborhoods to that city to accommodate the ideas that she has memorized. She is the free mason of those fictitious quarters. But it was in the real Bruges, when she was only a child, that she began to cultivate her memory in order to teach herself Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. Lacking the strength to bear a sword or a musket against the papists who had murdered her parents, she decided instead to exercise her mind. She dreamed of learning new languages before Catholic missionaries could master them and convert more continents to idolatry. She longed to solve riddles of nature or history and thereby vindicate the reformed church and confound its enemies. It was the Art of Memory that took Anna to Oxford. She saw England as a New Jerusalem—a citadel of faith—and arrived there full of optimistic zeal; but she has since decided that Dr. Burby's character epitomizes his whole rather frustrating nation. She finds him in equal measures able and distracted, energetic and complacent, competent and naïve.
Through the blown glass of the window, Anna's vision alights on a polished brass candlestick, in which she notices movement. She has caught the reflection of an elbow, clad in velvet. Moving into the room, she sees that it is the elbow of an Italian man—to judge by the luster of the fabric, the bold purple stripe that runs from his shoulder to his cuff, his loosely flounced white collar, his mane of black curls, and his hat with its great plume. He sits at a desk, his back to the window, hunched over something that is illuminated by a candle. The flaming wick is concealed by the Italian's raised hand, which glows translucently. As she moves even deeper into the dim room, she sees that the Italian is examining a book, which her master, seated at his left, also bends over. She recognizes Dr. Burby at once from his skullcap, the age-spots on the back of his neck, and the white bristles that are caught in a ray of light from outdoors.
The book that they are examining is large and wildly colorful, like a parrot that has flown into a smoking house. It has a wide green-and-gold border with a kind of script that Anna has never seen before. Within the border is an image, predominantly pink, red, and ivory but with many other sparkling colors spaced evenly. This area is divided into perhaps eight zones by architectural elements: walls, floors, and tents or pavilions. Anna's eye begins near the bottom, where beneath brick arches, several small people are working around a great black pot. They are olive-skinned and wear bright clothing of several colors. In the clear, even light, they cast no shadows.
On a shelf near the pot, Anna can make out limes, bunches of an herb that might be coriander, onions, clusters of nuts, and a mortar. She has not smelled anything at all since Oxford. However, we can remember odors, especially when we are prompted by images. Anna tangibly recalls the scent of fresh-squeezed lime, garlic, mustard, ground pepper, and—more fleetingly—smells that she has very rarely experienced: cloves, toasted cumin, and the back-of-the-nose bite of cayenne.
A wisp of aromatic steam (no wider than a single camel hair) curls from the pot to the storey above. There Anna sees a spacious chamber with open balconies on two sides and windows on the others. A huge, crimson, tasseled pillow sits on a carpet of intricate design. A man lies prostrate before this pillow, his hands bound behind his back, his nose to the carpet. Three others stand behind the pillow, wearing turbans, fierce moustaches, and curved swords. And on the pillow itself kneels a young man with soft features, his face turned sideways. He is not looking at the terrified figure before him, but at a window. Anna follows his gaze and sees that on the other side of the glass, a tiny butterfly is beating its wings.
The finger of the Italian man moves across the surface of this page, tracing a line of script from right to left. He pauses for quite a long time, draws a quill from an inkpot, places a piece of parchment on the margin of the book near the script that he has just read, and writes in cursive English: "The Shah doth forget his verdycte, saying, 'Let the Judges do their Dutie this day. I shall prononce not jugement on any fellowe, even if he denyeth God brayzenly, for I am but a Sojorner heer.'"
Anna's eye lingers on the yellow butterfly that has moved the king. Then she scans upward and finds a round silk tent supported by a single pole. It fills a garden that must smell of orange trees, azaleas, and loamy soil, to judge by the illustration. The same Shah is again seated, this time on an octagonal, cushioned divan. The same prisoner now kneels comfortably before his lord. According to the note that the Italian translator scribbles, "Akbarr the Magnifycent biddes Ajita Brihaspathi to travelle unto the Lands of the Franks, there to learn whether there be any Frankish Filosofers in this our Ayge." The Italian crosses out "Filosofers" after he has written it and writes instead: "Men of Reason or sound Minde."
The blank page on the right is turned (although an embodied viewer would see it as the one on the left). Again Anna sees an iridescent painting set in a broad margin that contains much indecipherable writing. There is a band of sea at the bottom of the picture; a ship is pulling into port. It has a high stern that sweeps down in a smooth, unbroken line to its bow and then sharply up to form a prow, and it carries one long triangular sail. Ajita is sitting cross-legged on the bow with a paintbrush in his hand. Very close inspection reveals that he is painting a scene much like the one that Anna is inspecting now, with himself in it, painting. She sees that he is a young man, clean-shaven, with big eyes, dark skin, and a sensitive and appreciative expression.
The land in the picture is covered with great swirling rocky mountains and cedars that must perfume the clear air. About half way up, Ajita can be seen again, riding on a horse. He has turned his head to face a man with a paler expression and a black turban; they are conversing. Rabbits scurry away from their path, and a bent old beggar tends a campfire by the side of the road. Anna reads scribbled notes as they emerge from the Italian's pen. They are rather cursory and elliptical, with many words scratched out and question marks left in place of phrases. She fills in the gaps, thinking in her native Dutch:
AJITA: From your perception of that smoke, you infer that there must be fire and heat.
THE CLERIC: Yes, and likewise, from my perception of your movements, I infer that there must be a soul within you. So I maintained earlier in our conversation, as you must recall.
AJITA: But you do not behold the fire, nor the cause of it. You see only the light and smoke. Because smoke has accompanied heat on past occasions in your experience, does it follow that smoke must come from fire, or that the latter causes the former? No. Equally false is the inference that there is a soul wherever we see movement. Does the dust that swirls in the wind possess a soul? There exists only smoke, light, dust, and other objects that we can see. There is nothing secret behind them.
THE CLERIC: What then do you suppose constitutes life?
AJITA: It is a favorable conjunction of observable attributes in motion, like the harmonious combination of strings that forms a chord. When the strings of a sitar are no longer struck, there is no music. Living just is the motion of a physical object.
THE CLERIC: To deny the immortal and incorporeal soul is a blasphemous doctrine that makes you guilty of apostasy.
AJITA: I was never a Muslim; thus I cannot be an apostate. I am of the Charvaka school.
THE CLERIC: In that case, you are a brazen denier of God and your head shall be chopped off your body.
Anna sees that the same two figures recur further up the page, but now Ajita is galloping with his face bent into his horse's mane. The road climbs in dizzying switchbacks, and the furious cleric charges close behind Ajita with a scimitar over his head.
The page is turned again, revealing another seascape. Now Ajita's head, still safely attached to his neck, is visible near the bow of a large, three-masted galley whose rows of oars stroke the placid blue water. The ship flies pennants with crescent moons. Ajita looks composed and comfortable on board. He is sailing away from a walled city crowded with minarets and domes of gold and lapis lazuli. A dolphin plays in the wake. The sky is pale blue. It is a pleasant day on a warm southern sea. The artist must be headed to Europe in search of reasonable men.
On the next page, the ship is shown much closer up and it has been rammed by another galley, this one heavily carved and gilded and packed with sinister, pale, bearded men bearing muskets or pikes. Some have red crosses on their tunics. People are leaping off Ajita's ship or crumpling over with blood stains on their clothes. Ajita's own face is contorted with terror, his arms are flung toward the heavens, and the slim brown fingers on both of his hands are spread wide. The attacking galley flies a square red flag with a gold, winged and haloed lion.
The same flag flies twice on the next page, over two matching crenellated towers. They are built of brick; a canal separates them. In the distance, Anna sees golden onion domes surmounted by spires and crosses. On one bank of the canal, Ajita stands with some other chained prisoners of various skin-colors, both men and women. He and the other prisoners are bare-headed, barefoot, and downcast, surrounded by men in doublets and hose with skinny legs and wicked looking rapiers. One gentleman passes a purse to another while he leers and points at a willowy young woman of Circassian dress who is holding the hand of a little boy. Another fellow leads away a young male captive by a chain around his neck. Before the page turns again, Anna spots a book mostly concealed under Ajita's tunic.
The margin of the next page is just a narrow band of plain yellow, with no writing. Two figures fill more of the pictorial space than anyone in the book has so far. They traverse a horizontal road, leaving shadows behind them. The first man wears a peaked steel helmet, a square reddish beard, and a breastplate. He has a pink scarf or kerchief tied around his wrist. His silver shield is dented from many blows and bears a blood-red cross, but his face seems rather cheerful. He rides a horse that has an angry look and is grinding and foaming at its bit. Behind this mounted knight walks Ajita Brihaspathi in a plain leather jerkin of European cut and a pointed cap. Anna wonders whether Ajita has been purchased by the knight and is being led through Europe as a slave. Or perhaps the knight has freed or rescued him and is now employing him as a page.
This picture, unlike those that have come before, has a horizon. Flowing toward it is an expanse of fields and vineyards interspersed with steeples and cottages that diminish and grow indistinct in the distance. Anna sees this rolling landscape through the eyes of the artist, presumably Ajita, who has made the details look novel and exotic. The scale sometimes seems wrong: for example, the cross that surmounts each church tower is far too big. But Ajita has perceptively observed how a house can be constructed of black timbers, the spaces filled with whitewashed mud, and the roof made of neatly pleated straw; or how martins hang their nests from the eaves. And he has noticed how peasants throw sticks to knock acorns to the ground for their pigs.
The fields here are open and worked in common by rows of threshers. As in some backward parts of Flanders and England, each man still plants scattered strips of land that are his own by inheritance. But it is most efficient for the whole village to harvest together; and everyone may hunt or graze his animals in the stubble once the grain is cut. Such places—Anna thinks she may be looking at Berry or Burgundy—are governed by customs, superstitions, endless gossip shared in impenetrable dialects, and family ties that verge on incest.
As Anna watches more pages turn, the pastoral mood shifts to tragedy. The red-bearded knight and Ajita encounter peasants who flee their homes in evident distress. A woman holds a baby in her arms and weeps. The muscles of her long twisted limbs show through her robes, as in a print one could buy in Antwerp or London. An old man staggers along on a crutch, looking back fearfully like Adam cast out of Eden. A boy and a girl in rags hold hands as they run. Smoke wafts over their heads, rising from the thatch of a cottage that is burning in the distance.
Soon the source of all this suffering is revealed. Men with their visors over their faces are axing down doors, smashing shutters, igniting thatch. They wear livery with the device of a silver ostrich that holds a horseshoe in its beak. The red-headed knight knows his duty: he vows an errand of mercy. Someone is oppressing the weak, ravaging their women, and besmirching the tenets of chivalry. "On, faithful retainer!" cries the redhead as he spurs his steed and drops his lance into place for a charge. Ajita trots behind him on foot, looking warily left and right.
Anna imagines that she hears Ajita's nervous voice speaking in Dutch. "Master," he pants, "before you gird yourself for a fearsome battle against overwhelming odds and we both get chopped up like almonds for a cooking paste, might this not be an excellent time for me to tell you that story from my homeland? Remember?—I said I'd illustrate a romance for you in bejeweled pages like the gift books that my Shah has sent your grateful Queen? You said you'd translate my story into French alexandrines and sell it with my illustrations for an enormous sum. Despite your astounding courage, might, dexterity, valor, etcetera, there is a pretty good chance that this will be my last afternoon among the living, for it's going to be you with a lance and me with my paintbrush against about fifty Franks and those enormous axes. Don't you want to hear my story first, and then go off on your errand of mercy?"
"Fine," says the Knight, "but make it succinct. No digressions or similes; we can add those later when you paint your miniatures. No tropes or descriptions—just the plot. That's what makes a book sell."
"Very well," says Ajita, "Once upon a time, and may good be our reward, and may evil strike him who wishes evil—"
"I told you to omit everything unnecessary. That certainly includes a benediction, which doesn't belong in a romance in the first place. Besides, I thought you said you were an atheist."
"I'm just relating the story as it is always told in my homeland. If I had the wit to invent literature of my own, I'd certainly skip all prayers and other pious nonsense. However, as you know, I am a painter and not a poet. I'm reciting the words verbatim from my aunts."
"Fair enough, but even a witless fellow should be able to delete unnecessary verbiage and digressions from a story he's memorized. Anyway, you must hurry—the villainous Frenchmen are moving away, and I shall lose my chance to smite them."
"I was trying to say," says Ajita, "that once upon a time in a mountain village of Kashmir there lived a goatherd, and this goatherd, who will be the hero of my story, was called, ah, Lopay. And this Lopay was deeply in love with a shepherdess called, er, Sumeru. And this Sumeru was the daughter of a rich herdsman, and this herdsman—"
"By the Queen's white paps, man, get on with it!" the redhead cries. "No more repetitions! Half of these French scoundrels are out of sight entirely."
"I am endeavoring, sir, to translate into a harsh European tongue the rhythms and cadences of the East," says Ajita huffily, but with diminishing fear in his voice now that the prospects of battle seem to be fading.
"As you like then," says the redhead. "Proceed. I need some time to decide which way to charge, now that most of the rogues in armor have withdrawn."
"As I was saying, master, the herdsman Lopay was in love with the shepherdess Sumeru, who, truth be told, was rather large and bulky, almost a man's size and girth around the shoulders; and I had begun to notice quite a moustache on her upper lip—"
"You had noticed? You mean, you knew this wench? I thought this was an ancient tale of the orient."
"That was a painter's mistake: thinking that I saw whereof I spoke. I never had the honor personally to behold Sumeru, because her story was passed down to me from our ancestors. They relate that Kalki—a troublesome god, or as you might say, a devil—chose to poison the love between Lopay and Sumeru by tempting the shepherdess with other boys and then turning Lopay's heart to jealous rage. One day, Lopay was so fed up that he decided to drive his whole flock away to another valley entirely, where he wouldn't even have to see Sumeru again. However, as soon as Lopay began to shun and despise her, Sumeru's love was restored and she became passionate about him."
"That's always the way," says the redhead absent-mindedly. "But look, you must get to the point. I see some armored Frenchies passing by, and if I don't charge them in a minute or two, they'll get by without a scrap."
"Yes, master. To cut right to the heart of the matter, young Lopay had to drive his 530 goats over some dry foothills, down some cool passes, through some fragrant forests, and at last across the Jhelum river, while all the time Sumeru was whining and moping about fifty paces behind him. Well, Lopay reached the banks of the fabled Jhelum at last, and there he found a boat lying free and ready to take him across. Alas, it was only big enough for him and a single goat. So he ferried one goat across the treacherous river, left it to graze amid the ferns, and returned for a second goat. He took the second goat across the river, left it contentedly with the first, and rowed back again. He picked up the third goat, a plump brown nanny of about two years—"
"You jackanape! You don't have to tell me about each and every goat! The scoundrels have completely left the village and there are no iniquitous heads for me to lop off."
"Well, how many goats did I tell you about already? In the interests of time, I'm willing to resume where I left off and not repeat myself; but I've lost track of the whole story now. You should have kept count while I ran through the animals …."
Anna's master, Dr. Burby, often notes that time moves in only one direction. To return a clock or any other mechanism to a state that existed in the past would require energy and intelligence, the use of which alters the world irreversibly. There is no going back, no stopping the downward flow. Yet we can divert time by telling stories that emerge limitlessly from our memories or imaginations. When Anna was a little girl in Bruges, her mother's stories used to forestall the night, and that is what she misses most.
Another page turns. The redhead knight is staying behind in France to supervise the rebuilding of the ransacked village; the raiders seem to have moved on without a fight. Ajita is on his own now, bearing a letter from the knight to his beloved. With the letter visible in his hand, he crosses the English Channel—so Anna presumes—in a two-masted herring buss and lands in a port that looks like Southend, down where the Thames loses its direction and definition as its fresh water merges irreversibly with the sea. A single illustration shows Ajita's progress on horseback through a landscape of hop fields and sheep.
On the last page of the book, Ajita is indoors, facing a blond, round-faced young woman in a simple hoop skirt. She has blue eyes and freckles on her cheeks and plump arms. Her face is friendly but impassive. Ajita is slim and slightly shorter. These two modeled and glossily finished figures stand like cutouts from an oil painting. Anna's vision moves behind them to the paler, flatter, more evenly lit background of beams, flagstones, bay windows, low ceilings, and an oak desk. She stares at this space, which seems reasonably coherent and plausible—a Northern European interior. But there is something wrong with it, something off. Anna has a strong sensation that this image is like a memory, yet everything has been pulled out of proportion and dyed an unfamiliar color. The figures in the foreground begin to fade as the space behind them grows more vivid, darker, and (to Anna's eyes) more lifelike. The angles and ratios shift rapidly as the whole room coalesces into a new shape around her. The beams in the ceiling now lead toward a single point that flies across Anna's field of vision until it comes to rest to her left. Motes now swim in the bright air within the bay of the window. Edmund Burby's cell, the Tower of London, the Italian reader's hand—all that has melted away as Anna crosses a familiar room near Beckley in Oxfordshire. The people are gone, the room is empty, but there are papers on the desk.


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Athens News Agency: News in English, 11-01-21
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From: The Athens News Agency at <http://www.ana.gr/>
[01] Athens Newspaper HeadlinesThe Friday edition of Athens' dailies at a glance
The Siemens scandal and economic issues were the main front-page items in Athens' dailies on Friday.
ADESMEFTOS TYPOS: "We'll be paying dearly even for aspirin".
AVGHI: "The 'catharsis' by PASOK-ND a scandal - Agreement for cover-up in Siemens scandal".
AVRIANI: "When you can retire and how".
ELEFTHEROS: "Simitis (former PASOK prime minister) and eight ministers (PASOK and ND) implicated in Siemens scandal".
ELEFTHEROS TYPOS: "Green 'laundry' for 200 million euros in kickbacks".
ELEFTHEROTYPIA: "Siemens scandal: Game with the names".
ETHNOS: "New fiasco with the Siemens scandal reports".
IMERISSIA: "Market 'sees' outlet from crisis - Athens Stock Exchange takes for granted solution to debt problem, posts rise".
KATHIMERINI: "Political games with Siemens scandal".
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The UKZN libraries commemorated South African Library week from 18-26 March 2017. The UKZN libraries used this opportunity to highlight the importance of libraries and the various services which they provide. The theme for Library Week was "My Library, Your Library", and in this vein, various programs were held across the libraries of UKZN.
My colleague, Renee, and I co-ordinated and facilitated the events on the Pietermaritzburg (Pmb) campus. From 20-24 March, the Pmb campus library had various guest speakers, from different walks of life, who shared how the UKZN libraries have assisted them in their studies, research and academic growth and development. All the activities took place in the Main library foyer to encourage the university community to participate in a library setting. It also highlighted that libraries can be used to encourage freedom of expression and are not just places where books and computers are housed. Each speaker, all from UKZN, gave unique insights with personal experiences, anecdotes and motivational and inspirational words of encouragement which captured the audience's attention. Guest speakers included Siyanda Kheswa, a former student and now a lecturer in the Information Studies Department; Stella Sabi, a team leader at the Writing Place in the College of Humanities; Nonhlanhla Ngcobo, the Manager of Library Information Services and LIASA KZN Chair; Melusi Mntungwa, a UKZN Media Masters student; Sizwe Madlala, a UKZN student with visual impairment who spoke about the challenges of using the university facilities as a blind student; Kyle Allan, a UKZN student and poet who facilitated a creative writing session after his presentation; Nazim Gani, the Head and Senior Librarian at the Alan Paton Centre and Centre for African Literary Studies; and Anthony Gathambiri, a UKZN PhD student and lecturer, and the author of the book "The President". All these individuals graciously gave up their time to address the UKZN community and to encourage students, especially, to make use of the library facilities and services to the fullest.
Various training sessions were also held on using the library catalogue to find library materials housed in the libraries on the 5 UKZN campuses, databases to find articles, the importance of referencing and how to reference, and the use of a reference management package called Endnote. The off-campus access was also highlighted to demonstrate to the students that the resources of the library can be accessed anywhere and at any time. These training sessions provided skills to assist students in accessing information. Access to information is key to the growth and development of every human mind and the library has so much information; all you need is the skills to access it and you can navigate your way independently through the rich resources at your disposal.
Various competitions, lucky draws and fun prizes added to the festive event, intimating that libraries can co-ordinate fun activities while still being a place of learning and information. Thanks to Van Schaik Book Store in Pmb for the new books which they generously donated to the library as well as the postids and pens which were given to the audience at the talks. In an age where libraries are seen as buildings with walls, places to meet friends and, sadly, sometimes targets for vandalism, South African Library Week allowed the UKZN Pietermaritzburg library staff to showcase the true value of libraries in the digital age, encouraging people to see the theme "Your Library, My Library" practically.
There were various displays on Library Week, Amnesty Week, the UKZN Press, the Pmb library staff, the Mzala Nxumalo Centre which houses political studies resources, the Alan Paton Centre and CALS, and banners from the Disability Unit, the Alan Paton Centre and CALS. Students were also encouraged to write any comments on their thoughts on the library on cut-outs of hands in different colours. These comments were then added to the library week display. This encouraged students to constructively engage, anonymously, on their perceptions of the Pmb libraries.
18-26 March was also Amnesty Week at the UKZN libraries. This was a good opportunity to encourage all students to return the overdue books in their possession and their fines would be removed; no questions asked. This initiative was very successful.
An American novelist, Shelby Foote, once said "A university is just a group of buildings gathered around a library." This implies that a library is the heart of a university. South African Library Week was used to promote this idea and to encourage the university community to acknowledge and respect the role that libraries play at any institution and in any community. The UKZN Pmb campus library had a fun-filled, eventful week, with motivational talks by "home-grown" UKZN personalities. Whoever said that libraries were just boring buildings with old dusty books probably missed out on our lively, entertaining South African Library Week celebrations.
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Q: What should I keep in mind when buying a home with a pool?
A: During the beautiful, hot summer days we tend to gravitate to pools, lakes and rivers. Whether you are searching for a home with a pool or it just happens to be there, it is important to know what it means when a pool is in the backyard.
Most home inspection companies typically exclude pools and hot tubs from the home inspection; although, a local pool company can come examine the pool upon submitting an offer on the home. The pool, liner, pumps, heater, ladders, railings, diving board and slide should all be inspected. Trusted building inspector of WestboroPropertyShop.com, Mike Hayes of Bytown Home Inspection Service recommends asking the sellers if the pool has been professionally opened and closed and to ask for receipts. Be on the lookout for stained, faded liners or pools that are so dirty or cloudy you can't see the bottom. He explains, "Common problems around pools are cracked, settling concrete or interlock decking that indicates there is settling of the ground. Older heaters, pumps with signs of leaking, rust stains should be investigated further."
Be sure the fence surrounding the pool has a self-closing and latching gate with a lock. Exterior electrical outlets should be GFCI (Ground Fault Circuit Interrupters) for protection from electrical shocks, and wiring should be concealed in rigid conduit with switches/outlets in waterproof exterior receptacles. It is important to become familiar with current bylaws pertaining to keeping your pool a safe space for everyone.
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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145198247762305957.post9103417515879427328..comments2020-03-28T04:12:47.611-05:00Comments on Setting Things Straight: Ending the tyranny of the mouse -- in web browsingSilas Bartahttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145198247762305957.post-90001027726722901692016-06-29T06:25:09.185-05:002016-06-29T06:25:09.185-05:00Have you seen the latest ergonomic mouse reviews? ...Have you seen the latest ergonomic mouse reviews? I already have bought 18 pairs for my company work.We're using these for so long. And you know,it has increased our productivity about 30% and increasing the profit as well.You can try it too.
Anonymoushttps://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145198247762305957.post-79875842203637939312012-04-25T03:10:35.323-05:002012-04-25T03:10:35.323-05:00How come you use Ubuntu? Is that better than Windo...How come you use Ubuntu? Is that better than Windows for developers or something?

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This way your fingers never leave "home row", and there's no need for the - quite frankly - somewhat ugly link visualization in your screenshot.

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More and more smart business people are finding the value of writing articles and putting them online in order to propel their expert status in their field. From this they develop a clientele base, which will patronize their businesses. One anonymous author has debated the number of articles one individual can write as an actual expert. Is there really a limit? Can it be possible to write 1000 articles on one subject? I believe it is possible and let me tell you why.
I started and founded a mobile car wash business, built it up and then set up franchises in 23 states, it took many years to do this. It took countless hours and along the way I encountered many experiences; each new experience each day could be summarized in a short story or article on the industry. This means after 20 years you could have, if you had kept track of all these experiences over 7300 articles; one for each day. Wow, well that is a lot indeed. Some authors and in particular a new critic of my article writing is, well let's just call him Ed as whoever it really is refuses to identify their true identity.
Now before you say that there is no way to write that many articles, let me point out where you maybe sadly mistaken. First in any business there are countless rules and regulations. Each regulation is many pages. The OSHA laws are actually 47 stories high if you were to stack them on top of one another; page-by-page. If each one were the an article then in fact you might have some
Each foot is 10,000 pages times 8 feet per story times 47 stories is over 3.5 million articles. That my friends is only one agency which governs the business world. What about the environmental laws, building codes, ADA, employment laws? In my car wash business we dealt with laws in 23 states plus the fed. Imagine how many articles one could write? A lot is an understatement.
So what is the upper limits of articles you can write on a business model? I say it is unlimited. It is not is not 50, it is not 500, it is not 1000 and it is not 7300; in fact it could be over 100,000 or half a million. In building my company, we had to write manuals for our franchisees. We could not make them too awfully complex as people would not be able to read them all. When I finished my set of manuals, which is needed to run a mobile car wash business; we had over 1000 pages, each one have a different topic or sub topic. Then I wrote manuals of how to clean boats, aircraft, trucks and concrete. Each over 500 pages; think about how simple the mobile washing business is? If you read books like the E-Myth you will see that the first step to take a business past step one is to systematize it, organize it and set up procedures which can be duplicated. Anyone who has done this in real life could easily write 1000 articles on the subject if they really set their minds to it and committed themselves to write it all down.
Moral of the story: Anyone who limits them selves in life to an artificial barrier of the mind, has in fact limited their potential. Are you limiting yourself? If so, why do you do that? Think about it.
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I can't say that I remember signing up for Anna's newsletters… but I was receiving them. I remember opening one and feeling like the timing was perfect. The content spoke to me and offered something I could participate in from home, a webinar series on Holistic Horsemanship. This felt serendipitous, having recently become more involved with horses again. My mom and I loved the webinars, but I soon realized that I wanted and needed more in person — hands on experience with these methodologies. So, I went to Colorado to take the 2.5-day intro clinic and I loved it.
I grew up riding horses back east. My grandmother enrolled me in riding lessons every summer as a young girl. Gymkana, jumping, vaulting, trail rides and more. I loved the horses and my teacher.
Upon graduating from college with a BA in Documentary Studies and Photography, I moved to upstate New York and cared for my grandmother for 7 years. After she passed, I moved back to Placitas, New Mexico. There I was immersed in and introduced to a whole new world of wild horses. They were literally in my back yard. I photographed the mustangs, also known here as "wild" or "free-roaming" horses, every time our paths crossed. It felt powerful and special to connect with them as my dog and I enjoyed our walks on the BLM land behind my home. I learned more about the bizarre and intense issues spawned by these community horses.
Two mares were hit and killed in the Placitas village after seeking water during an intense drought, and this prompted me to become involved. I began documenting the wild ones as well as the horses that had recently been rounded up. No longer "free-roaming," they were transitioning to a life of domestication — confined, engaging in day-to-day interaction with humans, getting microchipped by the livestock board, trailered, moved, vetted, etc. I used all of my tools to support their transition, particularly an energy healing modality called Crystalline Consciousness Technique™.
The grey stallion that was rounded up with his remaining mares was the first to get gelded. He was still very wild, not touched or haltered. The approach was to squeeze him in a secure area to heavily sedate him — enough to have him gelded, vaccinated, and his hoofs trimmed. Long story short, he was given too many drugs and had a hard time recovering from the sedation. Everything went wrong, and in the end he had to be shot. This was quite a traumatizing experience, and very heartbreaking. It impacted me hugely, and I vowed that I would do everything in my power to prevent something like that from happening again. It was clear to me that the mustangs would have to be handled, haltered, and gentled to some extent prior to getting gelded in order to ensure that the procedure be safe, with minimal trauma and not life threatening.
Anna and ROTH were exactly what I needed. The Universe lined it all up. I have embraced the ROTH program and the education, experience and support its offered me as I learn and grow in my journey adopting, raising, and gentling Placitas Mustangs.
Anna likes to say I did her course backwards. I started with the Untouched Horse Clinic before the Foundation Course because that was my primary focus. I'm grateful that I did, but I also realized that I was lacking skills and training that the foundation course covered. I attended the 3-day Liberty clinic which blew my mind as it introduced me to a whole new world with horses. I continued with ROTH, taking the Foundation courses (1 and 3) and graduating in Fall, 2015.
I was granted the opportunity to take the Untouched Horse clinic one more time after doing part of the foundation and filling in the holes in my training. I enrolled in the Foal Gentling Clinic, and against my better judgement adopted my allocated foal because all the signs I received indicated that it was meant to be. I completed the Colt Starting Clinic, rumored to be the hardest. Indeed, it surprised me with a few firsts. I was kicked on day 1, and by the end of the week rode my first "baby", a horse named Hopi. I then signed the contract and committed to the trainer's program. Last month, I completed the NEW Simple Solutions Clinic and it exceeded my expectations. I loved everything about it. As I write this I am working on compiling my 20 case studies, done over the past few years, to submit for the Trainers Exams next month at Zumas Rescue Ranch in Colorado. My highlight is starting my own mustang Friendly, now five years old, under saddle with my ROTH sister Liv from Denmark for our Colt Start case study. What an exciting and fulfilling experience for us all! Friendly was also my first horse gelded (when he was 2) after the passing of the grey stallion. I was nervous, so I took my time and made sure he was haltered and ready and that I had a vet team I could trust.
My mom and I now have two dozen mustangs (after all the babies were born). They are our world, and have been for the past 3 years. We have received funding assistance from Animal Protection New Mexico, and have gelded three of our colts thus far — all free from complications.
Studying with ROTH has empowered me on many levels. Understanding the psychology and nature of the horse, and using it to support them in a trust-based partnership resonates with me on a core level. I trust that I was ready and that the perfect teacher, Anna, was placed in my path to help me and the horses I was adopting and raising. The timing was perfect to support a journey I never would have predicted. I believe completing the trainer's exams will be a jump start for creating my own business as I move forward using all of my tools — holistic horsemanship, energy healing, essential oils and a deep desire to make a difference in the lives of humans and horses!
Clea Hall
Anna's Mongolia Diary
Trust Building and Discovering the Universal Language of the Wild Mongolian Horse
Watch Anna as she touches the wild, Mongolian Horse for the first time and then builds a foundation for the work in following videos.
Please visit our website at Reach Out to Horses for more information on Anna as she travels the world to better the lives of horses and their two-legged companions everywhere.
ROTH takes Natural Horsemanship to China & Mongolia
Anna Twinney spends a lot of time on airplanes. Internationally known as a horse whisperer, animal communicator and energy healer, she's booked solid up to 18 months in advance.
Earlier in 2016 an invitation came from the Chinese branch of the American Quarter Horse Association for Anna to please come to Beijing and Mongolia. They wanted her to share her knowledge and wisdom, and despite her very busy schedule, she did the nearly impossible … she made time. As well traveled as Anna is, China was a brand new experience.
"It's truly a country of contrast," Anna explained. She traveled from the metropolis of Beijing, with its economic success and high energy, to areas in the Mongolian countryside where indoor plumbing was an absolute luxury.
Often, in promotions for clinics, the question "Language Barrier?" is asked in regards to people understanding their horses. Though Anna was outfitted with excellent translators, difficulties in understanding remained. "It was a bit like being a horse, I imagine," Anna explained. "I had to pay extremely close attention to body language, to facial expressions and interpret the intentions and ideas of the course attendees."
"Though, like always, I spent a lot of time showing students about connection and communication, these students were very interested in problem solving. They really absorbed the information but were in great need of help when things weren't going smoothly," Anna said.
She worked with the students to help them understand that connection is the first pathway to problem solving and it's achieved easily with the right mindset and skills. She introduced the Chinese students to those new skills and knowledge to help to overcome their obstacles.
Attendees at the Beijing event were some of the most prominent horse owners in the country and Anna's course was hosted at one of the first modern equestrian facilities to be built in the city. The event broke attendance records and attracted scores of television and newspaper reporters.
"They asked powerful questions," Anna said.
Anna explained the Chinese were extremely hospitable and she was humbled and in awe of the lengths they went to to ensure her comfort. She was partnered with a concierge who was on hand with everything from cold water during her lectures and demonstrations to an impromptu leg massage when she suddenly developed a terrible cramp.
She was treated to a trail ride in the beautiful Mongolian countryside. It was going rather quickly at first. Unbeknownst, Anna was riding with a national Chinese endurance team! She describes her few several minutes of the views as "blurry" due to the speed of the ride. Mercifully, her hosts slowed down so Anna could enjoy the sights and absorb the fact that we was actually, on a trail ride … in Mongolia! Even world traveling, internationally known experts sometimes find themselves surprised at where life has taken them.
One topic that particularly interested the people in the Mongolian crowd was the difference between the ROTH methodology and their traditional style of "horse breaking" (i.e. taking hold of their ears, turning their necks and manhandling them to incorporate their language). The entire village, vet, farrier and endurance team came to watch the training.
"They were astounded to see me approach a horse in moments that took them 2 hours to touch, and another wild horse who came around to appreciating and enjoying the lesson," Anna said, "He accepted a halter without fear or force, all through gentling methodologies."
Anna's hosts in China were so pleased with their record crowds, with the valuable knowledge and insight Anna shared, that upon her return to Beijing she was invited as the prominant guest speaker to open the new western saloon! She has since been invited back to China and is planning a second trip in 2017.
"When I came to America 20 years ago, my goal was to learn as much as I could and bring this new found knowledge back to the police force. I wanted to spread the word to my fellow Bobbies, to show this small community that there was a better way. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would have the opportunity to share my message of compassion and communication, and open up the way to a better partnership for people and horses, all over the globe. This is a very exciting time and I can't wait to see where this message will take me next."
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Renting property can be an lucrative endeavor. In fact, that's truer today than ever before. The emergent trend toward increased renting was highlighted two years ago by Richard Florida at CityLab. His analysis is comprehensive enough to warrant serious attention. The data he examined suggested that the trend isn't apt to change. Flash-forward almost a year later and experts at Pew Research Center published a report declaring that more US households are renting than at any point in 50-years. That means a surplus of possible tenants for landlords but it also means a lot more work.
That's one of the main dilemmas for countless property owners. There's promise in the numbers, but there's also considerable risk. However, Amy Bergen at Money Under 30 already shared her thoughts about what it takes to be a successful landlord. She itemizes the pros and cons while outlining the steps necessary to achieve success. Her pointers include everything from understanding the applicable laws and investigating neighborhoods to screening tenants and planning for unexpected costs.
Like so many other professions, being a landlord isn't portrayed to the grand majority of people. We have those who expect the pursuit to be nothing more than collecting checks every month, and those who anticipate endless responsibility. The truth is somewhere in between. Erin Berlin at The Balance does an excellent job of describing what one could realistically expect as a landlord. She opens with two of the most critical realities that undermine otherwise well-intentioned landlords. That would include the spontaneity associated with the position and the fact that landlords must wear many hats.
There's some inherent value to extract from doing the work yourself but most aspire to relinquish those duties in favor of more relaxed pursuits. That's why property managers exist–they incur the responsibilities otherwise reserved for landlords and serve as deputized agents. Lucas Hall at Landlordology addressed the question of whether or not to hire a property manager. His calculus is broken down into ten key considerations ranging from separate time commitments and professional aptitudes to your individual mindset and confidence in collaborating with contractors.
Landlords motivated by total control and the rush of attending to a wide array of urgencies should avoid property managers. That being said, property managers can sometimes offer much more than the convenience of just having someone else inherit your obligations. They can bring wisdom and innovative ideas, too. Traditionalist landlords sometimes fall prey to antiquated practices, whereas those with pioneering mindsets experiment more (e.g., finding ways to advertise rental property for free or streamlining the application screening process). It's difficult to quantify the advantages of having another perspective but it's also impossible to do without trying.
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Challacombe was for some years managed by the nearby Castle Hill Estate where it first earned its great reputation for exhilarating driven partridge shooting. Taken under new management in 2010 the Estate now presents some of the most challenging partridges in the country, all whilst being surrounded by some of the most beautiful shooting scenery one can find. In 2015 additional land complementing the existing Challacombe grounds, meant several new drives and the exciting option of driven pheasant added to the mix. This enables us to offer smaller, mixed days, through the later months of the Season.
Set in pure Exmoor landscape, the heart of the shoot is a reservoir surrounded by moorland. Through this, pheasants and partridges are driven over the guns to astounding effect, offering dogs a veritable retrieving challenge. A wonderful spectacle for guns, dog handlers and onlookers alike. All drives are exceptional but those which stand out as much for their beauty as for the high birds are Pixie's Rocks, Niagara, Swincombe, the Reservoir, Ruins, Ridgeway, and Kipscombe.
Tom Godber Ford-Moore provides lunches at Challacombe. The emphasis is on local meats of the highest quality, cooked over the wood-fired smoker. Expect the likes of British rose veal chops, home-reared pork, day boat fish and perhaps even lobster, smothered with herb and garlic butter and served alongside rosemary potatoes and an array of fresh and zesty salads.
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Critical environment construction (CEC) is commercial construction projects that require highly technical techniques or work practices in order to complete.
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Projects where air quality, harmonics, static electricity, etc. are a concern are typical of CEC projects. Often special practices are developed by contractors to address the extreme needs of projects where these conditions exist. Many times these projects involve occupied spaces at such places as hospitals, research facilities, data centers, telephony switch rooms or even high level manufacturing operations.
Contractors who work in critical environment construction tend to have a highly skilled team with high levels of training to address the sensitive and complicated challenges that CEC projects regularly present.


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The reason for beginning this series of blogs is to look ahead to substantial changes imminent in the structure of the United Church of Canada, something that hasn't taken place since the church's founding in 1925. In all likelihood, the structure of the United Church of Canada will be significantly changed as of January 1, 2019. For a brief overview of why this change is needed I would recommend viewing this brief video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDB-jPnhSKk&t=22s . This video clip also talks about the whys and hows of funding for the continued work of our national church, starting next year.
While the video shows what will change in structures and processes, I believe that the most important things will remain.
In my first blog on this topic, I referred to an article by Kathryn Dorrell, a woman whose Christian faith was rekindled and deepened by her connection with a congregation in Toronto that took seriously its commitment to LGBTQ2 members in her community.
Next, I started to share my own experience of the United Church of Canada in the early 1960s, in my case at Tofield United Church. My German immigrant parents were welcomed there during a time when Germans were still seen with a significant level of post-war suspicion and mistrust. Germans were "outsiders" and, because of that, so was my own family.
Then I made the connection between my family's experience and that of LGBTQ2 people—the importance, even sacredness of the safety, care and welcome for all people, especially those considered outsiders by many.
These stories have two things in common. First, is the wider United Church of Canada. The national part of our church body has taken official stands on a number of important, sometimes controversial topics over the decades. In addition to its position on gender identity and sexuality, the United Church of Canada has also over the years discussed and put into practice policies such as the ordination of women, the use and abuse of alcohol, interfaith dialogue, apartheid in South Africa, Canada's history with its First Nation treaty partners, and Israel-Palestine relations, to name a few.
Second is the role of local communities of faith. Policies on the topics I just mentioned (including the formation of our denomination in the first place!) all originated from those "close to the action," - congregations and other forms of ministry at the grass roots throughout our country and sometimes elsewhere in the world, where life meets faith and vice versa. Our faith is rooted and practiced in our relationships with those around us.
In other words, what will not change as of January 1 is the vital roles of congregations and other communities of faith within the United Church of Canada. What will also not change is the unfailing commitment of our national church to gather, develop,
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Bloomberg Business launched earlier this week aggregating digital content from Bloomberg.com and Businessweek.com as well as Bloomberg News, Bloomberg TV, Bloomberg Politics and Bloomberg Graphics.
Businessweek will continue to be printed as a magazine under the same name.
Parry Ravindranathan, managing director at Bloomberg Media Asia Pacific, explains the rationale for launching Bloomberg Business at this time.
"Bloomberg Media wants to become broader than finance and more consumer friendly," he said.
"People see us as a purely financial brand and we are good at producing finance and business content but we want to broaden our audience bases and offer different kinds of content such as technology, luxury and political news."
For example, technology giant Microsoft was the global sponsor of the Bloomberg Business launch.
This raises the question as to whether the launch is a response to the shrinking financial sector, which has had its ups and downs ever since the 2008 financial tsunami and financial institutions such as Standard Chartered and American Express have announced mass staff lay-offs earlier this month.
Ravindranathan denies that advertising from the financial industry is declining and said expanding the scope and scale of Bloomberg Media's diversification into non-financial news content is part of plans to grow advertising bases in other industries.
"Financial advertising is not shrinking and it's not about any industry shrinking. These are just cycles and we don't plan our advertising solutions around cycles. Finance is core to our business and we have big advertisers from the financial industry," Ravindranathan said.
"By expanding our content beyond finance, it simply gives us a larger audience, greater influence and market penetration for our brand."
Smartphone manufacturers in the technology industry and airlines and tourism boards from the travel industry have been among the non-financial advertisers on Bloomberg's digital platforms in the past.
Native ads offered on Bloomberg's digital platforms will also be offered on Bloomberg Business, tentatively planned to begin within the next two weeks.
Next in the pipeline is Bloomberg Business Asia, which will be a region-specific version of the platform with news relevant to readers in Asia.
Bloomberg Media is in the process of putting together a regional team of around five to six people whose priority will be to launch the Asia platform and continued expansion of the team is planned for the future.
The team will work across all channels - TV, digital and print - and Bloomberg products whose content will be aggregated by Bloomberg Business as well as with Bloomberg Media chief digital content officer Joshua Topolsky and his team in New York.
After the launch of Bloomberg Business Asia, market-specific versions of Bloomberg Business will also be launched.
While Hong Kong, Singapore and Southeast Asian countries are among the markets that will have specific pages within Bloomberg Business Asia, two markets that Bloomberg Asia may begin rolling out market-specific versions of the platform first are India and Australia, starting with English-language offerings.
Data journalism has been a new battlefield in which international media organisations have been competing. The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal and The Washington Post, for example, publish data-driven interactive visualisations to support news stories. Data journalism taps into large vaults of often public data scraped and organised by software written by data journalists and cannot be easily and quickly processed and analysed by a typical news journalist on their own.
To coincide with the launch of Bloomberg Business, the company will also expand its digital journalism offerings through Bloomberg Graphics.
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Home > News and Publications > Newsroom > Recipes > Fish Tacos With Strawberry-Mango Salsa Recipe
Cod fish is high in vitamin B3, B6 and B12 and omega 3 fatty acids, which may help to lower inflammation and your risk of heart disease.
1 pound boneless, skinless cod fillets1 tablespoon fresh lime juice½ teaspoon chili powder¼ teaspoon ground cumin¼ teaspoon hot smoked paprika¾ teaspoon salt, divided½ teaspoon pepper, divided1 tablespoon vegetable oil, divided1 small onion, chopped1 medium red bell pepper, cored, seeded and chopped8 corn tortillas (5-inch)
1 cup sliced strawberries1 cup diced ripe mango (1 small mango)1 tablespoon minced fresh cilantro2 teaspoons fresh lime juice1 small green onion, minced (green part only)1 small jalapeno chili, cored, seeded and minced2 teaspoons honey
Combine strawberries, mango, cilantro, lime juice, green onion, chili and honey. Stir well and set aside while making tacos.
Place cod on a plate. Brush one side of cod with lime juice. Combine chili powder, cumin, Place cod on a plate. Brush one side of cod with lime juice.
Combine chili powder, cumin, paprika, ½ teaspoon salt and ¼ teaspoon pepper in a small cup. Rub onto cod, on lime juice side. Set aside 10 minutes while preparing vegetables.
Heat 1½ teaspoons oil in large skillet over medium heat. Add onion and bell pepper; add remaining ¼ teaspoon salt and ¼ teaspoon pepper. Cook 7 to 10 minutes, or until vegetables are tender, stirring frequently. Remove vegetables from skillet, set aside and keep warm.
Place remaining 1½ teaspoons oil in skillet; heat over medium-high heat until sizzling. Pour off any accumulated liquid and place cod, seasoned side up, in a single layer in the skillet. Cook 3 minutes. Gently turn over and cook 4 to 6 minutes or until fish is firm and lightly browned. Remove from skillet. Flake with a fork.
While fish is cooking, wrap tortillas in a damp paper towel. Microwave for 20 to 30 seconds or until warm and tender.
To serve, arrange fish chunks on tortillas. Top tortillas with a heaping tablespoon of onion and bell pepper; fold and serve. Serve salsa on side.
Note: If desired, grill cod instead.
Calories 285 Fat 4.5 gCholesterol 60 mgSodium 530 mgCarbohydrates 35.5 g Fiber 5.3 g Protein 23 g
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