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The end of John Barber's unpleasant foreclosure process seemed to be in sight.
Barber had arranged to sell his Easton home through a short sale, which occurs when a bank approves a sale for less than the mortgage balance.
He started packing in anticipation of moving out but said some treasured items, including a coin collection and an antique firearm, were stolen when the bank took the premature step of sending a company to secure the home while he still was living there.
Barber notified police and sued Wells Fargo. The lawsuit alleges he "discovered that his home had been broken into, the locks changed, the premises ransacked, and a large quantity of personal property belonging to him was missing."


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- Gavin Scott
This Week In 1987: February 1, 1987
's not uncommon for lead singers to go off and record a solo single in between their band's albums. Or even make a movie, if they're that way inclined.
This week in 1987, the frontman for one of Australia's biggest bands did both - he entered the ARIA top 50 with a solo single taken from the film in which he made his acting debut. The song did pretty well, but not as well as a one-off single by his band that was on the chart at the same time.
At the very top of the singles chart this week in 1987, Pseudo Echo remained at number 1 for a sixth week with "Funky Town". Could they make it seven?
Off The Chart
Number 100 "Stand By Me" by Ben E King
Peak: number 82 (original peak: number 45)
Thanks to its use in the coming-of-age film of the same name (which was released in March 1987 in Australia), this 1961 soul classic returned to the US top 10 and even topped the UK chart.
Number 94 "Sailing Away" by All Of Us
Peak: number 94
The 1983 America's Cup had seen a number of songs race up the chart. Four years later, this collaborative effort in support of the New Zealand team stayed near the bottom of the top 100.
Number 88 "Sailing Australia" by Katrina Tomes / Peter Harper
Peak: number 71
I can't find a link for this song, but I assume, given its title, it was another America's Cup-related single. Surprisingly, given Australia was defending its title, this seems to have been a musical non-event.
Number 80 "Some People" by Paul Young
Peak: number 79
Previous single "Wonderland" had been his first to miss the ARIA top 50. This second release from Between Two Fires became Paul Young's first to fall short of the UK top 50.
New Entries
Number 44 "Infected" by The The
Peak: number 24
Debut album Soul Mining had received a pretty understated reception in 1983 with single "Uncertain Smile" reaching the lofty heights of number 43 early in the year. For his second effort, Matt Johnson (who essentially was The The at this stage) went all out. Decades before Beyoncé did the same thing, Matt made a music video to go with each song on Infected, including the memorable clip of him strapped to a chair while floating down a South American river for the title track. Thanks to that video and the fact that, as a song, "Infected" grabbed your attention and didn't let go, The The was suddenly the proud owner of a hit single.
Number 22 "Rooms For The Memory" by Michael Hutchence
Peak: number 11
Michael Hutchence's role in Dogs In Space wasn't a massive stretch - he played rock singer Sam in the film, which was released during the gap between Listen Like Thieves and Kick. Directed by Richard Lowenstein, who'd been responsible for some of INXS's most memorable music videos, the film was set in the late '70s, and followed Sam, his band-mates and house-mates as they partied and took drugs.
Michael recorded four tracks for the soundtrack, including this version of a song originally performed by Whirlywirld, a band that had been part of the scene depicted in the film. The track was produced by Ollie Olsen, who'd been a member of Whirlywirld and would go on to collaborate further with Michael in Max Q.
With "Rooms For The Memory" flying into the top 50 at number 22, it looked as if Michael would have a solo hit on his hands to rival "Good Times" (which remained at number 3 this week), but the song stalled in the same position the following week and fell just short of the top 10. That was still better than Michael's first solo effort, 1981's "Speed Kills" (which didn't chart), but I suspect "Rooms For The Memory" appealed more to die-hard INXS devotees than average fans like me, who found the song a bit dull.
Listen to this week's new entries on my Spotify playlist of all the top 50 hits from 1987:
Next week: a cover version of a song originally recorded by The Animals and a song later covered by Mel B (when she briefly called herself Mel G). Plus. the breakthrough hit from a group fronted by a female singer who'd already written a number 1 single (for someone else).
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AustraliaMovie.net has scanned a new photo from Vanity Fair of Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman in the upcoming Baz Luhrmann epic, Australia.
The romantic action-adventure is set in northern Australia prior to World War II and centers on an English aristocrat (Kidman) who inherits a ranch the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn cattle driver (Jackman) to drive 2,000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country's most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier.


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Here's a sample of a blog post "written" by a computer, using code developed by me and few friends. The content and the comments are all computer generated, with minor editing to "sound" a bit more human.
Blue Salt Demo at http://bluesalttech.blogspot.com/
By using a computer program, we can learn about language as a human phenomenon, distinct from whatever we might code.


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In this must-read piece titled "Danse Macabre," David Remnick profiles the sulfuric acid attack on Sergei Filin, the artistic director of the Bolshoi Ballet, and the ensuing scandal:
Filin was in agony. The burning was immediate and severe. His vision turned to black. He could feel the scalding of his face and scalp, the pain intensifying all the time.
"In those first seconds, all I could think was, How can I relieve the pain?" Filin told me later. "The burning was so awful. I tried to move. I fell face first into the snow. I started grabbing handfuls of snow and rubbing it into my face and eyes. I felt some small relief from the snow. I thought of how to get home. I was pretty close to my door. There's an electronic code and a metal door, but I couldn't punch in the numbers of the code. I couldn't see them. When I understood that I couldn't get into the building, I started shouting, 'Help! Help! I need help!' But no one was around. I tried to make my way to another entrance, in the hope that someone would see me and help me. But that was not such a good idea, because I was falling down and getting up and bumping into cars and into walls and falling down because I couldn't see any steps. There was so much snow. Snow was coming down. I kept rubbing it into my face.
"When I understood that there was no use shouting for help, I decided to reach into my pocket and put my mobile phone in my hand. I hoped someone would call me. I couldn't see the screen, so I couldn't dial. Usually, I get one call after another, but there were no calls for some reason. I tried to knock on the door of each entrance. I'm quite strong and I banged very loudly, but no one was coming out to help. Then the phone slipped out of my hand and I lost it in the snow. The pain in my eyes and face was so terrible that I had a wave of thought: I was dying. But I only wanted to die if it was in the arms of my wife. The pain was unbearable. I really thought this might be the end of me."


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This is the completed version of the snippet posted here.
Title: Containing Multitudes
Author: seperis
Fandom: X-Men First Class
Codes: Charles/Erik
Rating: R
Summary: This is how you win a war.
Author Notes: Okay, the sad part is, I forgot I finished this. I blame work being--well, horrific. And the entire Emma fic taking over my working consciousness. Also, I have a bad feeling that the lack of a title was something of an inhibitor.
Warning: None
Later, he'll think the problem is he recognized it immediately, and that's why he didn't react.
Emma's boneless stroll across the room isn't out of character; Shaw oversaw the travesty of her initial training, and the practiced, contemptuous sexuality she'd been conditioned to flaunt is buried too deeply for her to easily discard. There's a polite fiction between them all that after an attack by a small and surprisingly vicious human militia she'd simply decided to disappear for a time; the truth is both more and less complicated. Charles offered her three months in Westchester to teach her the defenses that until now had been universally handled by a shift of form, a defense he and Charles had already proven could be overcome.
There's never been a way to ask the questions that Erik stores like treasures in a box locked so deeply in his mind that even he can't often find it, but when he looks at her, watches the slowly-evolving changes in the way she uses her body, the ripening certainty in what she is and what she can do, it's easier to admit (though no less frustrating) that Erik can't match Charles as instructor. More than one newly minted Brotherhood operative he's considered sending to Charles. He'd never refuse them, and if the price of education is being preached sweetness and light, those that choose to believe it deserve what they will reap.
Mostly, however, he watches her for those brief glimpses of Charles, the body language that's no longer entirely Shaw's creature and perhaps will never belong to anyone ever again: a tilt of the head, a brush of fingers against her temple when she attempts something new or something difficult, a certain way she smiles; if it were imagination, it would be so much easier to bear.
Even accustomed to her as he is, he's surprised as she settles on the coffee table before him, long legs spread on either side of his thighs, and for a second, he sees Charles' breathtaking smile, the one he gave Erik like a gift a lifetime ago, the glittering seductive warmth of a home that Erik can never accept.
"I never explained to you what I did when I controlled another person's body," she says, the faintest trace of Oxford in her voice; Erik stops breathing. "I'm both and neither; there's no way you could have known. I don't blame you for that. I never did."
Erik thinks of his helmet, of the others just outside this room, of what he knows of what Charles can do and the vastness he still doesn't and perhaps never will.
"I wish to request a meeting," Emma says, no, Charles says with Emma's mouth, Emma's voice, each consonant sharper; Emma's easy sensuality evaporates for the unconscious exercise of Charles' own. "The usual contacts weren't available."
"They're dead," Erik answers numbly as Charles picks curiously at the short hem of the A-line skirt. "They were--"
"No need to elaborate," Charles answers with a pretty wince. "Time and place are your choice, but I ask you only bring one person." Charles smiles ruefully. "For obvious reasons, I rarely have the luxury of traveling alone, so it only seems fair."
All unwitting, Erik's drawn to the impossible length of Emma's legs, the expanse of white leather stretching to mid-thigh and strip of pale golden skin before the edge of the skirt. Charles glances down at himself, mouth quirking. "If there were another way to assure delivery, I would have utilized it."
Standing up, Charles stares down at him; even in this body, Erik would recognize him, and in the end, it's the smile that decides him; in two years, its' the first time Charles has initiated contact with him, not the Brotherhood's leader. Erik is many things, and opportunistic has always been one of them.
"I'll be in touch," Charles says, easing down on the other side of the couch and shutting his eyes. Abruptly, the body goes limp, and when the blue eyes open, Emma looks back, surprisingly calm for what Charles had just done; he locks another question away before it can be formed.
Raising a hand to her face, she lazily rubs her eyes with a faint, unexpected smile before looking at Erik and the expression vanishes. "Charles didn't think secondhand delivery would be as effective."
Charles. Erik doesn't flinch, hearing the name she speaks with such casual ease, that he hasn't heard spoken since a deserted beach two years and two different men away. It's a jarring moment, the sudden, bitter jealousy in the intimacy of it, as if she'd stolen something that was his and his alone.
He should think betrayal; since she returned from Charles, the woman who obeyed without question or interest is seen less and less. Her services are bought and paid for, and he's never fooled himself that a higher bidder would never arrive--
--but this is Charles, and whatever this is, it's nothing so mundane and petty as sending a spy.
"He'll contact me in three days," she says, getting to her feet, hands automatically smoothing the front of her skirt. "Tell me what you-"
Erik answers before he thinks; impulsivity is nothing new. "I want speak to him directly."
Emma hesitates, looking at him with the first flare of actual, personal interest he thinks he's ever earned from her. "As you wish." Turning toward the door, she walks with Erik's memory of Charles' careless, comfortable stride before it melts back into something not quite Shaw and every question he's never asked of those three months floods back again.
It's perhaps preferable that she closed the door; he might have so lost himself as to ask.
He's more prepared--as prepared as he can be, which is not at all--when Emma reaches for her temple, eyes shutting for a moment. The process is so subtle that he doubts if he hadn't been waiting for this moment, he would have noticed at all.
He stops Mystique mid-sentence. "Emma, if you have a moment--"
Mystique blinks up at him, expression ranging from annoyance to amazement. "You're kidding me--"
"Mystique--" he begins, but Charles joins him, one manicured hand drifting up his arm and leaning into his side with a mischievous smile up at him before she begins to pull; there should be nothing amusing about this, but his sense of humor doesn't seem to be aware of it, and Charles was the one that taught him it existed at all.
He notices, however, that Charles never looks at Mystique, and lets him go as soon as the door closes between them. Erik pauses and realizes he'd chosen his bedroom; it had been the closest door, but--
"Don't look so uncomfortable," Charles says, looking around the room briefly; compared to his suite at the mansion, it's prison-cell bare, and Charles is not one to miss symbolism when he's observing it, even from atop six inch stiletto boots. "I'm sorry; Emma has an--unusual sense of humor." Smiling ruefully, Charles perches at the foot of the bed, legs casually crossed; it hurts to look at. "I don't need your pity, Erik."
"I don't--" Erik stops himself. "Two nights from today, at midnight."
Charles grins. "Appropriate. Where?"
"New York. When you arrive in the city, Emma will give you the address."
Charles begins to stand up, and Erik isn't surprise at all by the sound of his own voice when he says, "Don't. Not yet."
For the first time, the confidence cracks; Charles eases back, abruptly more awkward. Whatever the script they were following is broken, and Charles is always one who likes to have a plan.
And Erik was always the one to disarrange Charles' careful plans. "There were other ways to contact me."
"None reliable."
"Mystique would--"
"No." The absolute rejection startles Erik silent. Then, "Erik, you have to ask a question for me to give an answer."
Erik swallows. "You could find out yourself."
"I could," Charles answers softly, "but I won't." Charles smiles again, confidence intact; the brief uncertainty is lacquered over like cheap gloss, smooth and without flaw, the man who sat with CIA agents and pretended to be exactly what he was. "And professional courtesy, of course. I am borrowing Emma's body, after all."
"You said I didn't know what it was like…" Erik hesitates, watching Charles draw up one knee, carelessly male and forgetting the body he wears is not equipped with trousers. "What did you mean?"
"I am them, and they are me, here." Charles taps his temple. "Most humans--even many mutants--never notice and never truly realize what has happened. Some know. Some can fight it. Given time, some can even win. But for a time, I am me and I am them and the difference is no difference at all."
Erik's not sure how much time passes; his memory has never failed to replay horror as crystal-clear as the moment of experience. He hadn't know, but that never meant he hadn't suspected, or hadn't chosen not to suspect at all. What he knows of what Charles can do is tiny compared to the vastness of all that he doesn't, and perhaps now he can admit that there were some things he had preferred to leave unknown, to never ask.
"Is that--" Erik swallows. You were him and he was you and you watched me kill you. He can't think about that now. He's not sure he ever can. "Is that what this is about? Revenge--"
"Erik," Charles says, sounding tired, "anything I could have ever done to you can't match what you do to yourself. As if I even would." Charles' faint smile is gone. "Two days."
Swallowing, Erik nods blankly.
Charles touches his temple, then hesitates, looking at Erik. "Thank you."
Erik drives them; Emma, curled in the passenger seat, watches the city go by without expression. "I took on faith that when you returned, it was not to take the role of mole."
"It wasn't faith," she answers, voice as expressionless as her face. "You know Charles better than almost anyone. He's very good at letting go."
Charles. Again. Not just the name, but the man behind it: not Xavier, but Charles. Erik thinks of the CIA, the mansion; Erik had heard only two of them ever use it, Charles, both of them had earned it only to leave it on that deserted beach in rejection of what Xavier had wanted them to be.
Emma had returned, rejecting (it seemed) the philosophy, Dr. Xavier, a fool's impossible ideal; but Charles, Charles, she kept. He wonders if he could hate her for that alone; it's possible he already does.
As they arrive at the old hotel, Emma brushes a finger against her temple and nods, looking at Erik. "I gave them the directions."
The hotel is an old one, shabby with age and wear, but the rooms are clean and neat; Erik's stayed at far worse, though Charles's standards may vary. Emma takes a seat on a faded armchair, long legs crossed, hands folded almost demurely. The minutes tick by impossibly slow, and his mind crowds with too many questions to risk asking one; he isn't sure, will never be sure, what he might give away.
"I wouldn't lie if you asked me."
Erik stills before the window; it's beneath him to pretend ignorance. "You assume I found your activities important enough to feel the need to ask."
"I assume you want me to tell you it's not what you imagine. It is. I am me and he is me and--"
"If I wished to know, I would ask."
"No, you wouldn't." Emma looks away. "This wasn't an exchange of services, Erik. What he gave me was given freely. That's the way it works."
He wouldn't believe it if anyone else said it; he couldn't believe it if she spoke of anyone but Charles. "I never thought you'd stay there."
"Neither did he." Emma smiles faintly; for a moment, her expression softens, rueful and aching and filled with a lifetime of regret. "Erik, you have to ask."
Erik doesn't want to. "Did you want to?"
Once, foolishly, he'd imagined a life in a home he'd never have to leave, with a man who saw a world he could never imagine. It would have been easy and impossible; they would have torn each other apart. He's not sure if he hates her for having the chance that he had never had, or for her choice not to take it if she could. "Then why--"
"A man--" she stops, looking down. "You know him."
"Not," Erik says flatly, "as well as you seem to."
"If it's any consolation," Emma says, looking at him with a dawning smile, "he didn't like that either. Telepaths don't have the luxury of ignorance; he--" She meets his eyes. "You're in a city in the middle of a riot, all the voices screaming and it never stops. It never stops. You try to walk away and there's no where you can go. The crowd traps you and you can't move; you speak and you can't hear your own voice. You open your eyes and you see everything, everything, everything but yourself. Now imagine that as your whole world." She pauses. "I was sixteen when I found myself trapped in there. Shaw saved me; he taught me how to not hear them. But he never taught me how to hear myself. Do you understand?"
No. Perhaps. Erik draws a breath. "And Charles?"
"I remember what it was like to be alone inside my head; Charles found it fascinating, to feel nothing but yourself. He never has, not from the moment of his birth." Emma licks her lips uncertainly. "We're both always there, in that crowd, but it's not millions of voices, it's a multitude. What they say, what they think, what they mean, and what they dream, what they are, all at once, all the time, it never ends, it never ends. You think--it's not words, Erik, it's not feelings; it's everything, from the words you speak to the thoughts you think to the feelings you feel to the muscles that you move to every electrical impulse that runs a body--that's what we can hear.
"I can feel the beat of your heart if I want to." She tilts her head. "But Charles can stop it."
It's too much to understand, but somehow, it's not a surprise at all.
"You have to ask," Emma says. "I won't lie. Ask me why I returned."
No. "The services you perform for me are well compensated. I don't make the mistake of confusing business with personal--"
"Loyalty," Charles says, and Erik turns to see Charles looking out of Emma's eyes. Leaning forward, Charles braces his elbows on leather-coated knees, head tilted up curiously. "Are you sure you know the difference, though?"
"Charles." Erik makes himself stay where he is, refusing to acknowledge the bitter disappointment; he can be as much a fool as Charles, to imagine this would be--different. "What is this about?"
Charles shifts forward in the chair, lacing his fingers together. "In the next room, there's a young man named Mortimer Tonybee. He joined my school a year and a half ago; two weeks ago he turned eighteen. He's achieved laudable control of his abilities; one of the best in his class, honestly."
"Why should I care?"
"Some of his abilities are extremely similar to Mystique," Charles continues with no indication he heard Erik speak. "Enhanced reflexes and speed, greatly enhanced agility--I assembled his file that includes my notes during his training, his initial evaluation and both my and Alex's final evaluation."
Charles hesitates, looking down at the carpet for a long second.
"I met him in York when I was giving a lecture on mutation ratios in controlled populations; he'd abandoned school at thirteen and had become something of a legend among the residents of the city's slums. I think we both know the usual fate of children left to make their own way; the legend was his only protection, as there was nowhere else he could go when his family--"
Erik closes his eyes; let this end, now, before he says something he may very well regret. "I do not see why--"
"They called him Toad."
Erik opens his eyes.
"A cruel schoolyard taunt for a child for whom puberty triggered the manifestation of his abilities, uncontrolled, unfamiliar--"
"And unhidable. Is that what this is about?"
Charles' head jerks up, eyes narrowing. "He doesn't want to hide."
"So you're turning him out?" It's too much, too ridiculous, and perfectly understandable; it's nonetheless a shock. This he wouldn't have expected, not from Charles; from Dr. Xavier's School for the Gifted, however, it seemed as inevitable as war. "Well done, Charles--"
"I'm letting him go." Straightening, Charles stares up at him, and for a brief second, Erik sees something raw like an unhealed wound, unchecked by the control Charles practices like he breathed. He's seen Charles' temper, the bright flares of anger and irritation and astonishment and grief and pain; the difference between that and this is like a candle to a burning sun. It's gone in a breath; Erik wonders, uncertainly, if he saw it at all. "Alex is with him and will give you the file. Will you take him?"
"Why didn't you bring him yourself?" Erik says, ignoring the faint stir of uncertainty. "You send a lackey to hand him off like last week's garbage while you stay safely at home so as to not dirty your hands; your cause grows more attractive by the minute. However did you lose Emma when you could offer such inducement to stay?"
Charles' expression doesn't change. "Will you take him?"
Even under these circumstances, there's only one answer. "Yes."
For a moment, the too-straight back seems to melt, but Charles simply says, "He should awaken in four hours; it should be enough time for you to familiarize yourself with his file. Alex can answer any questions you might have." Charles hesitates. "Thank you."
"I'm not doing this for you; he deserves better than to continue a life as Professor Xavier's dirty secret."
Unexpectedly, Charles nods. "You're right," he says quietly. "He deserves to have what I couldn't give him." Reaching up, Charles touches his temple, eyes closing. "Would you tell him--"
"I doubt," Erik says bitterly, "that there is anything you could say that he needs to hear."
"I know," Charles says, mouth twisting in a faint echo of a smile. "That is the entire point, after all." Barely a breath passes before Emma catches herself with one hand on the arm of the chair; the long blonde hair hides her expression, but her fingernails dig into the faded, threadbare material and tear through it. Almost instantly, she jerks back, straightening, expression oddly still.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
Alex Summers does not qualify as anything more than a necessary annoyance: certainly he could never be a threat. "No."
The Alex he remembers always personified the worst characteristics of careless, arrogant young American men that the world always seemed to adore; rebellious, casual meanness disguised in adolescent taunting far past the age it could ever possibly be excused, lazy, reckless, self-centered and surprised when the world didn't bow to his whim. Erik tolerated him as a brother mutant, but that was the hard limit of his patience.
It surprised him that Charles could bear to be near him at all, much less that he remains at the school; surely the idiot, records scrubbed clean, should have managed to get himself incarcerated again. Hank's steady refusal to join them might still be based on the ridiculous hope that one day he can pass for human again, and Sean's his age, but Alex remaining on that beach had been a genuine shock. But not, Erik admits to himself, an entirely unpleasant one.
He's not surprised at the sullen stare, the paring of their conversation down to simple question and answer, eschewing even the most basic tenants of courtesy--even Charles couldn't teach this arrogant child manners--but when Erik turns away in contemptuous dismissal, he's surprised at the silence that follows, broken only by the closing of the door as Alex leaves. At least the boy has learned respect of power, if nothing else.
Studying the sleeping boy for a moment, Erik skims the file, Charles' copperplate handwriting tracking the child's progress. Belatedly, he checks his watch; if they leave now, the boy won't awaken to the knowledge of his expendability in a cheap hotel, and of all things, Erik needs this night to end.
When he returns to the room, Emma's still seated in the chair, staring out the window. "Bring the car to the front of the building. I'll bring the boy--"
"I believe there will be a war." Emma says quietly. "I don't know if you can win."
Erik stiffens. "If I wished to know--"
"If there's a war, you have to."
Erik turns to look at her. "I don't understand."
For a moment, she doesn't answer. "We hear multitudes," she whispers. "Always. Shaw trained me to hear only him, the single voice that I could find to shut the voices out. Charles taught me how to hear myself; now they can't get in." She blows out a breath. "I can hear them all, but only I choose to. I can hear them. Charles can use them." Abruptly, she gets to her feet; he can feel the anger like heat against his skin. "Erik. Listen to me."
Perhaps, just perhaps, he didn't want to understand.
"That day on the beach, he could find them all, once by one, but there were too many to change all their minds that quickly," she says. "He didn't even realize he was doing it, and he could hear them all; their anger and their fear and their determination to destroy you; he could hear the movements of their hands, the breath in their lungs--"
And the beat of their hearts. Emma stares at him, all her fear and anger rushing over him. He doesn't want to know he can; I do. I felt it. And one day, he will. If this war begins, you have to win. You have to. Or he'll do it for you.
No. "Charles would not--" Erik stops himself short, feeling Emma's certainty like it's his own. "You think he will."
"I know he will. And I know you'll let him." Emma draws a breath. "If you win, he may want to hate you, but he'll also help you, you have to know that. But if he wins it for us, he will never forgive himself. He won't have time to. We hear multitudes, Erik, and to do that, he would hear them all. He is them and they are him, and the difference is no difference at all."
"Is that why he told me?"
"We told you," she says. "We told you that, but I didn't tell him why. You had to know what will happen if you lose, if we lose." Emma steps closer. "A crowd, Erik, a city the size of a universe. Billions of voices in multitude, screaming out their pain and horror in the blink of an eye, never stopping, never ending; it's different for a telepath, those seconds are forever. He won't survive it. He won't want to."
Erik doesn't move, doesn't think of the helmet, doesn't think of anything at all. He wonders if he could buy the world with Charles' life; how many years of war he could fight before he wouldn't need to wonder at all: he'd know.
She tilts her head, a faint echo of Charles that's also Emma and never Shaw, never Shaw again. He doesn't know her, Erik realizes in surprise. Perhaps it's time he did. Turning away, she curls up in the armchair. "It's thirty minutes to Westchester," Emma says unexpectedly. "Alex is still here."
That jar again--Alex. Not Summers, not Havok: a man, a mutant, a resident of Xavier's school, and a person whose name Emma uses without hesitation or thought. After everything else, it shouldn't be a shock. Erik draws in a breath to answer, then stops. It's a thirty minute drive to Winchester and Alex should have no reason to linger.
The question is, Erik supposes, how brilliantly Charles had learned to never tell a lie. "Why are you telling me this?"
"He won't ask; he thinks he already knows." For a moment, Emma's face crumples. "I don't know what the question is, but you're the answer. He won't lie, not if you ask him."
Erik hesitates. "I don't know the question."
"You will."
When he opens the door (third floor, room 302), he thinks he may have done something few have ever done; he's surprised Charles Xavier.
Alex is faster than he remembers; he's nearly at Erik's throat before he stops only inches away, a knife from the nearby tray pressed against the skin of his belly, fingers a breath from Erik's throat. Erik remembers the file he'd barely skimmed: not just Charles' notes, but Alex's too.
"It's alright, Alex," Charles says lightly, one hand braced on the pillow beside him, papers spilling from his lap over the neatly made bed; Erik averts his eyes from the long length of black-clad legs. "I'll be fine. Go get something to eat; if the drive here was any indication, starvation is imminent, and I am not well versed on how to dispose of bodies in the city."
Alex staggers back a step, and Erik stares at the quarter inch of blood that decorates the tip. "Next time," Erik says pleasantly, "look before you attack. You almost disemboweled yourself before you saw it, and I understand that is not a pleasant way to die."
"Alex." Alex turns, looking at Charles for a long moment. Something passes between them before Alex relaxes, nodding. "Go," Charles says, softer. "I'll be fine."
That might be debatable.
With another look at Erik, Alex grabs a jacket from the foot of the bed; as he passes Erik, close enough to touch. "I saw it," Alex says softly. "I wasn't going to stop."
The door shuts abruptly; disembowelment is not a pleasant way to die, but it's not a slow way, either. Tonybee's final evaluation had been written by a soldier who knew risk and reward, who understood the rules of war, and it had been in the hand of Alex Summers. Charles may not believe a war is coming, but that doesn't mean he's not training the weapons that might fight in it.
When Erik turns around, Charles is gathering his papers, stacked neatly beside what appears to be elementary textbooks. "I distinctly remember warning you when we found him that he was insane. I think I'm owed that bottle now."
Charles' fingers tighten on the paper, crumpling it, before he carefully sets them aside, smoothing them with a faintly apologetic hand. "Mail tends to go astray when the address is 'Magento, somewhere in America'."
Erik thinks of a beach, of a choice, of a symbol; somehow, it never occurred to him to think also of a man. "I could be more specific if you wished to know."
"Would you?" Charles had always been restless; focus and interest are what brought that impossible stillness. When using his gift, when outmaneuvering the CIA…chess in the study long after midnight, conversations in darkened rooms where secrets were easier to offer, sharing memories when the words were impossible to speak. With Mystique, sometimes, loved fiercely and deeply and so much a part of him that sometimes Erik could hardly tell them apart except in body; with Erik--
"I'm not wearing the helmet."
Charles drops the paper. "You have Emma."
"So, apparently, do you."
Charles smiles faintly, bittersweet and aching, the way you grieve for something lost you can never find again. "Not at all. You should get to know her, Erik. She's--extraordinary." As neatly as a puzzle being assembled, Erik watches Charles rebuilding Xavier, endless compassion and understanding smile and easy warmth like a layer of armor, or perhaps, a helmet. "I apologize if you feel I brought you here on false pretenses. I thought--"
"I thought," Erik says slowly, "that perhaps you wanted me." Charles looks up at him in surprise, armor incomplete and shattering in the quiet. "That perhaps this meant that you had forgiven me."
The automatic denial never comes; Xavier is very kind and would understand and forgive. He's never cared for Xavier's forgiveness; he'd only ever wanted it from Charles. "I did," Charles says slowly. "I understood. You can't control everything, though you do seem determined to try."
"Those words have never been synonymous."
"One hundred and eighty two days." Charles' mouth quirks, amused. "That was when they told me there was nothing more that they could do. That's when I realized I'd been waiting for it to be easier. I thought--I knew when I could walk again, none of it would matter. It never occurred to me that--" Charles stops, blue eyes growing distant. "I suppose I should have started sooner. Maybe then it wouldn't have been quite so hard."
"You don't get to tell me I can hate you for it; I don't need the permission now and I certainly didn't need it then."
Erik swallows. "Every night," Erik breaths, "I stopped that bullet. I've done it through seven hundred and fifty two nights, and every night, I stopped it in a thousand ways."
"Every night," Charles answers, "I stopped her from making a single shot. I walked away from the screams of a thousand dying men. And I left that beach with you." Charles pauses. "Every night, I stopped her, and every night, I walked away with you. I've done it seven hundred and fifty two times and they're always exactly the same. It was three hundred and seventy-five days before I forgave you, Erik; first I had to accept I would never forgive myself for knowing that given a choice--"
"Charles, stop--"
"Given a choice," Charles says, meeting Erik's eyes, "that is exactly what I would do."
We hear multitudes, Erik, and to do that, he would hear them all.
Erik isn't sure when he moved, but somehow, he's seated on the bed with Charles close enough to touch: a beach, a choice, a symbol, and a man, and of those four things, only three should have been left behind. "I'm so sorry," Erik whispers. "I never--I never dreamed, not once, of simply letting them go. Of walking away with you." Charles nods. "I never needed to. I thought of it every day. Given a choice, that's exactly what I would do."
Charles doesn't answer. Reaching the short distance between them feels like the length of a universe, or the miles that separate a stretch of sun-hot sand and a hotel in a night-shrouded city; Erik touches him after what feels like a lifetime, warm skin growing wet beneath the stroke of his fingers. "Do you still hate me, Charles?"
"No." Charles takes a breath, soft, like an unheard sob. "I woke up on the three hundred and seventy-sixth day and realized I'd forgotten how."
Reaching up, Charles gently pushes him away. "Even if--it wouldn't have changed anything in the end. Delayed it, maybe, but we would have ended up here anyway."
"In unlikely New York hotels trading mutants?" Erik catches one long fingered hand, lacing their fingers before Charles can pull away. "Really?"
Charles' eyes narrow. "Don't pretend you don't understand."
"Don't pretend there's such a thing as fate. There is choice."
"We both made it."
"And we still are. Here, in this rather revolting--"
"You realize," Charles says incredulously, "that you chose the hotel? Central Park was available."
"But then I couldn't do this." Leaning forward, Erik catches Charles' mouth in a kiss; not their first, no, but also yes; the two men in Charles' bedroom who counted the hours before the end of the world are not the ones in this bed. It couldn't be anything but familiar and brand new; it's Charles, who is both, and neither, and everything in between, and Erik had never not felt the endless, aching loss.
It's a lifetime before Charles pulls away, reluctant, no farther than the space of a breath. "Erik--"
"It's a choice," Erik tells him, threading his fingers more tightly in Charles' hair, silk-smooth strands sliding through his fingers like water. "I'm making it. I'm not your enemy. I never--I never meant to leave you."
"But you did," Charles says, slowly, painfully; Erik wonders if he ever even thought those words before now. "You both did. All of you did."
Erik remembers; Emma's body and Charles' mind and he never looked at her, not at Mystique, not at Raven. Emma downstairs, quiet and still, looking out the window and giving him the opportunity she had been denied. Emma said he was the answer to a question she didn't know; this is the question Charles thought was answered on that beach. Erik had never known there was a question at all.
"Are you sure you know the difference, though?"
The line between the political and the personal; Erik's never drawn that line before, but somehow, he already did. It's Cerebro at the end of the world, and Charles stepping into it. He doesn't know if he would let Charles buy peace with his life, but he can make sure that question never needs an answer. "I would like to see your school."
Charles shuts his eyes. "Erik--"
"I need to know more about where our students will be taught to understand what they are. What they can choose to become." Charles' eyes flicker open. "Would you send children to an unknown place, sight unseen? You shock me, Charles."
"You want to send--" Charles stops, staring at him. "You want to send your--"
"Ours. Our students, in a place where they will be safe, and protected, and taught."
"By me."
"By the only person who will always accept them for what they are. And who can show them everything they could possibly be." Erik eases closer, foreheads touching. You taught Emma that. I knew you would. Because the first person you taught that was me.
"Oh." Charles catches his breath, the mental shields slipping as Erik opens himself the way he's done for no one else, even Emma; this belongs to Charles, this intimacy that makes sex superfluous. Fucking is physical, a hunger easily sated and forgotten; the bright complexity of Charles' mind, the feel of it when he's in Erik's, when he shows Erik how to enter his, is need and obsession and endless longing that will never ease. There's no world worth having that doesn't have Charles, too. "I thought--" You and Emma were-- Charles cuts it off, radiating embarrassment for the slip; laughing, Erik kisses him, sliding in Charles' mouth like he is within his mind.
Yes, thank you for that. I had a perfectly willing and convenient sex partner who returns to me tasting of you. You were in that bed, in our minds, in every touch, in every breath, in every thought, in every way but one, and that one impossible Erik bites Charles' lip, pulls back. "Celibacy seemed rather attractive after that, considering."
Charles trembles. "You can't know--"
"There's an easy way to find out." Erik tilts Charles' head up, meeting his eyes. "Ask her." Charles, you let us go. We didn't realize you thought that meant you had to give us up. "I didn't know," Erik breathes; Charles had to understand. I was there at the hospital, every night; I sat by your bed and watched you sleep and I listened to you dream. You taught me how to call for you, and you answered me every night. I left before dawn and you never remembered. But you always answered when I came back. "I'll never give you up."
"You can't promise that."
"We can do anything, Charles. You told me that, too."
Charles nods jerkily, almost unwilling. "Every morning--" Charles shakes his head impatiently, wiping at his eyes. "I thought it was the sedatives; I kept--I expected to see you. I thought I imagined--" Shaking himself, Charles straightens, but he doesn't pull away. "You want to visit the school."
"No. I want you." Raising their hands, Erik brushes a slow kiss against Charles' knuckles, pleased with the shiver that's both physical and mental, the thread of want he can still feel from that one night they should have done more than make promises for an uncertain future; Erik won't make the same mistake twice. "I want you, to show me the school and everything you've done, and what you plan for it to become. And after, when I'm about to retire, you to invite me to your room and to your bed." Erik smiles "I assume that mine was--"
"I won't invite you," Charles says, not meeting his eyes. "I mean, yes, the room you used was assigned out, but it wasn't yours, really, it was temporary until you--" Charles looks up. "It'd be rather--you don't need an invitation to--it's not mine, you left so little, and I--"
"You don't need an invitation." Charles takes a breath. "You'll never need to ask."
For a moment, Erik wonders if he's dreaming; stopping that bullet had always seemed so very real, even hours after waking. "I hope you don't mind," Erik says, "but your papers belong on the floor."
Charles stills, cheeks flushing hot. "Erik--I don't know if you--you realize what--the injury--"
"Charles," Erik says, pulling way long enough to sweep the entire mess onto the floor; Alex can worry about it later, "I want you. That's never been about your body." I want to touch you, and taste you, and feel your thoughts just like this. Nothing else matters.
"Mortimer," Charles says a little blankly when Erik straddles his lap. "What about--"
"We'll worry about that," Erik murmurs as Charles reaches for him, feeling the moment that Charles focuses on him and him alone, when he wakes up. "Alex, however--"
We're having dinner, Emma says to them both, sounding amused; Charles starts, pulling back with an expression of surprise and something very close to hope. Alex says he'll take me on a tour of the new observatory. I'm looking forward to it. Think McCoy ever found where we hid all those bottles?
Charles grins. "He never asked me; I certainly have no intention of telling him." Then, careful, not quite looking at Erik. "Raven knows all the constellations. She tried to teach me; I'm afraid I never quite learned."
"I'm sure she'll find the time to try again." He wonders if Mystique's forgiven him for choosing Emma to come along.
No, Emma says, only to him, she hasn't. Then, I chose your side because you're right. He knew that, and now so do you. The less evolved can accept or die, they mean so little, but they aren't worth the price of his life. We have to win.
And he'll understand. It's not entirely a question; understanding, after all, is not the same as forgiveness.
After it's over, you can make him understand. Emma hesitates. Erik, he'll forgive you. He'll forgive you anything.
Does he know that?
Yes, he does. Now you know, too.
Charles licks his lips. "When--" he swallows. "When do you want to--"
"I think," Erik answers as he flicks the lock, "it can wait for a few hours."
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Secondly an attempt to sum up the principal aims of the campaign and the facts behind it.
- Ethics should concern itself with more than just the participant researcher relationship.
- Ethical review bodies ought to be concerned with the applications and implications of the research.
- Research into the causation of Autism, genetic or otherwise has implications for the prevention of Autism.
- Prevention as current understood, involves genetic counselling.
- The current state of Autism research is such that no definite biological marker, or genetic component has yet been found which indicates a sufficiently significant risk of autism to justify either termination or the avoidance of pregnancy in any susceptible group.
- That despite of the current state of knowledge, genetic testing is being offered and decisions regarding fertility and embryo implantation are being made on the basis of an inaccurate understanding of the current state of knowledge.
- That such decisions and counselling is to be deplored on both ethical and scientific grounds.
- It is suggested that amongst the reasons for such a poor understanding are:
Obviously everything is subject to revision and if anyone supporting the campaign can see any reason why those terms need to be altered, it can be openly discussed.
- the paucity of science education amongst the lay public, which includes medical practitioners and administrators,
- the misrepresentation of research findings in the popular media,
- the failure of research institutions to take proper regard for the reporting of research when issuing press releases or granting interviews,
- The failure of ethics review bodies to sufficiently inform researchers of the wider public obligations that arise from improper reporting of or application of research when issuing guidelines or providing ethical oversight.


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- The Career Advice You Probably Didn't Get – Susan Colantuono
- So we leaned in … now what? – Sheryl Sandberg
- Why we have too few women leaders – Sheryl Sandberg
- Know your worth, and then ask for it – Casey Brown
- How to speak up for yourself – Adam Galinsky
- In praise of conflict –
Jonathan Marks
- The surprising habits of original thinkers – Adam Grant
- Why you should define your fears instead of your goals – Tim Ferriss
- Success, failure and the drive to keep creating – Elizabeth Gilbert
Women's Leadership:
- How Remarkable Women Lead: The Breakthrough Model for Work and Life by Joanna Barsh
- Nice Girls Don't Get the Corner Office: Unconscious Mistakes Women Make That Sabotage Their Careers (A NICE GIRLS Book) by Lois P. Frankel
- Leading Gracefully: A Woman's Guide to Confident, Authentic & Effective Leadership by Monique Svazlian Tallon (she was a speaker for us)
- The Confidence Code: The Science and Art of Self-Assurance—What Women Should Know by Katty Kay
Managing a Career & Family Life:
- Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead by Sheryl Sandberg
- Getting to 50/50: How Working Parents Can Have It All by Sharon Meers
- The Happiness Project (Revised Edition): Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun by Gretchen Rubin
Public Speaking:
- The Well-Spoken Woman: Your Guide to Looking and Sounding Your Best by Christine K. Jahnke
- TED Talks: The Official TED Guide to Public Speaking by Chris Anderson
- The Quick and Easy Way to Effective Speaking Mass Market by Dale Carnegie
- How to Deliver a Great TED Talk: Presentation Secrets of the World's Best Speakers by Akash Karia
General Leadership / Team Management:
- How to Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie
- The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change by Stephen R. Covey
- The Five Dysfunctions of a Team: A Leadership Fable by Patrick Lencioni
- Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World by Adam Grant
- Start with Why: How Great Leaders Inspire Everyone to Take Action by Simon Sinek
- Leaders Eat Last: Why Some Teams Pull Together and Others Don't by Simon Sinek
- What Are Gender Barriers Made Of?
- The True Story of the Gender Pay Gap
- Meet the Woman Who Said Women Can't Have It All
- The Harvard President Will See You Now
- Women Are Not Men
Revisionist History:
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Mission Statement
"We exist to connect and restore people with the gospel of Jesus Christ as we seek to make disciples of our covenant youth and their friends and partner with parents as they raise their children for the Lord."
Who We are
We are a ministry that seeks to evangelize and disciple the students within our church and their friends. Utilizing our adult and student volunteers, we aim to partner with families by ministering relationally with an aim to see them grow in their commitment to Christ, the Church, and the work of Christ in the world. We do this through a number of avenues which we have highlighted on our web page, please take a look and feel free to contact us with any questions.


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Relish American cuisine in an elegant setting at the The Original Dinerant. Conventional recipes are improvised upon by the chefs, to enable them to suit the modern palate. The Stuffed Pork Chop, Smoked BBQ Brisket, London Broil, Smoked Portabella and Buttermilk Fried Chicken are truly delightful. With friendly, attentive service and a warm ambiance, The Original Dinerant will satisfy your dining needs at any given time of the day.
Sizzle Pie is a great little place with a strange little culture. Then again, it's Portland, so "strange" is relative and appreciated. The pizza is astounding: thin crust New York Style with plenty of heat, fresh cheese, and even vegan varieties that taste like real pizza. The staff and the decor are energetic and eccentric. The beer selection is quite diverse as well with strong lagers for the hearty drinkers and fruity sweet ales that will still get the job done. If hanging with a group of people, stop by this pizza shack to feed many on a few dollars.
The local arts publication voted this Southern-style French bistro "Best Restaurant of the Year." Tucked under the Morrison Bridge, Le Bistro Montage caters to Portland's underground scene. Although it is nice, it is not the sort of place you would want to bring Grandma. Try one of the eight macaroni and cheese dishes or any of the other vegan favorites. More adventurous diners will enjoy dishes like the frog leg appetizer - spicy Hoppers served with dipping sauces and black bread. The establishment offers more than 100 imported wines from around the world.
Featuring ample outdoor space with a front and back patio, not to mention open-air dining room, the ever-popular Bye and Bye has become a Portland staple. Dancing to the beat of its own drum, much like the rest of Stumptown, this vegan restaurant and cocktail bar is located in the Northeast neighborhood. Locals swear by the weeping tiger sandwich, which will turn any carnivore into a plant-loving reformist. House cocktails are expertly mixed by crafty, tattooed bartenders and served in the hipster favorite mason jar. With uniquely Portland offerings, it's hard to pass up this popular establishment.


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Shepherdstown, WV and the surrounding area is just a hotbed of historical significance. Antietam
National Battlefield, Harpers Ferry, and Charles Town immediately come to mind. Yet there is so much more. The countryside is scattered with memorials, buildings, cemeteries, museums, and markers all with a story to tell.
How many times have you seen a marker and thought, "I wish I knew more", and the went on and forgot to look it up when you got home, or went home from a visit and missed seeing something you would have really enjoyed but just didn't know it was there? Clio, the history app, can help you fill in those blanks and enrich your experience of history here in Shepherdstown and across the US.
Clio is a free app for both iPhone and Android that uses your location to provide you with images, referenced articles, and videos about landmarks, museums and historical sites near you. Articles tell the story of each site, are referenced, may have links to related articles and websites, contact information and even hours of operation. From my location here in Shepherdstown there are 163 sites of interest in a 50 mile radius.
Use Clio for on the spot information, to plan where to go next, or to help plan your stay. You can search on your current location or enter another location for your search and control the radius of the search.
Clio has its roots right here in West Virginia and was started as a class project by Dr. David Trowbridge of Marshall University in Huntington, WV. We had the pleasure of having one of those student-authors stay at the inn. He had written three articles about Shepherdstown.
Clio, named after the ancient Greek muse of history, now has over 9500 articles in its database and more are added every day. Users are also able to add and edit entries. All articles are reviewed by history professionals for accuracy before being published. Clio, the history app, is free and available for iPhone and Android. It is also accessible from your computer.
If you love history you will love Clio. Use it to enrich your next visit to Shepherdstown or any town.
"Clio" Makes History Come Alive in Shepherdstown, WV
Shepherdstown, WV and the surrounding area is just a hotbed of historical significance. Antietam


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Keep Your Mind off the Long Haul Flight With These Great Tips
It took a while, but you finally found the perfect flights, a great hotel at a reasonable price and you know exactly what you're going to pack to take on your next adventure…if only you knew how you were going to cope with the long flight. If this sounds like you, here are some great tips to making that long flight more bearable.
Instead of taking a selection of your favorite books, consider downloading them onto your tablet or e-reader prior to traveling. Not only does this save space, it allows you to take almost as many as you like, saving you from having to select just a few.
Of course, you can't read the entire journey, but you'll still need a distraction. If there's a puzzle game that your friends all seem to be playing, take this as the perfect opportunity to master its techniques and give them a real challenge upon your return.
If music is more your thing to escape, now is the perfect time to set up a travel playlist. While your phone or music player likely includes your entire library, setting up a playlist before you travel stops you from hitting the 'next' button every three songs and lets you drift away.
If you're worried about a screaming baby or a talkative passenger, consider upgrading to some noise cancelling headphones. You can grab some great Groupon coupons for stores like Birchbox that have products to drown out any unwanted noise.
Before you say it, yes, it's likely that your aeroplane is going to have in-flight entertainment on board…but, what if it doesn't. What if you have the seat which isn't working, or you simply can't find anything to suit your tastes. Similar to our music tip, download some movies or the last few episodes or your favorite TV show you want to finish and put them on your phone or tablet before you fly. It could be the difference between watching a movie and staring at a screen that isn't working.
Whichever of the above you choose, or all, be sure that they will be available offline. Take it from a seasoned traveler – there's nothing worse than getting up in the air, taking out your tablet or phone, opening up your favorite method of entertainment and realising it all needs an internet connection before you can access it.


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Community engagement – radio style
About 18 months ago Sean began working one day per week at Victoria Hospital in Blackpool. He was brought in (for the second time) by the then Chief Executive to consult on and deliver community engagement work especially amongst young people. The idea was to get them involved as volunteers and to design some innovative and relevant public health messages too. Since then (with the support of the Chief Executive and many other people at the Trust) we are (I hope) close to securing a community radio license for the Fylde Coast. (We await Ofcom's decision.)
We have put a great bid in to Ofcom for the license (you can look HERE). We've built a good team, we have good technology, a great playlist, great speech content and journalism plans, some brilliant volunteers and yes we have some big challenges too. (But who doesn't?!)
We have a group of partners outside the station that are committed to delivering community radio for the Fylde Coast. These include senior leaders at our three local councils, many local councillors, MPs, colleges, charities, social enterprises, schools etc etc In the last 12 months Sean has been to see many of the big influencers in the Fylde about this project.
We need to be online
Hospital Radio is a crucial part of any hospitals community engagement but it needs to be done in a way which reflects the technological changes that allow people to listen and watch almost whatever they want when they want. Radio on FM is still hugely popular and online listening grows every day so the future for Radio Victoria is now looking good whichever way Ofcom goes. Going online soon though is very important.
Sean is meeting again shortly with Wendy Swift (Deputy Chief Executive and Director of Strategy) to conclude our discussions (she is new to the role) and for us to reaffirm the Trust's commitment to Radio Victoria.
The future
Bringing together a new social enterprise inside the walls of a hospital trust has had its challenges but thus far I have managed to work with Blackpool Teaching Hospitals senior team and achieve a way forward.
This is a work in progress… see my writing for the latest updates.
If you want to get involved just use the contact page.


text: Milton Keynes Dons Under-16s produced a battling performance but ultimately came up short against an impressive Arsenal Under-16s side who claimed the Jim & Gwen Mann Challenge Cup with a 4-1 win.Giorgio Rasulo was the star performer on the night for the Dons, however, despite his goal the hosts slipped to a brave defeat against an impressive Gunners side.The visitors took the lead inside the first ten minutes of the match after a good passing move through the midfield area found Harry Donovan. He finished coolly across the keeper and into the bottom right corner to give the Gunners the lead.The North Londoners were impressing in the opening stages with Ovie Ejaria looking lively and having a couple of early efforts.However, the Dons started to grow into the game and had their best opportunity of the on the quarter hour mark when Kabongo Tshimanga was through one-on-one only to see his effort blocked by Gunners keeper Harry Girling.Arsenal continued dominating with Olufela Olomola having a couple of decent efforts; however midway through the first half Dan Micciche's side levelled the match.The ball was picked up on the edge of the area by one of the more experienced players in the Dons youth set-up, Rasulo, who picked up the ball, ran into the box and finished well past Girling.The visitors were not to be deterred and retook the lead just before the break following a good run down the left hand side from Chris Willock. He squared the ball to Ejaria who tapped into an unguarded net.It was the Dons who started the second half on the front foot though and they created a great chance for an equaliser just before the hour mark when Rasulo's free-kick clipped the outside of the post and went wide.Rasulo was proving the Dons outstanding player and was once again at the heart of the action soon after, playing the ball through to captain Kyran Wiltshire who was adjusted marginally offside.The Dons were beginning to dominate and created another great chance midway through the second period when Rasulo jinked into the box and forced a save from Girling, who pushed the rebound into the path of Tshimanga who could not force the ball home.The crucial moment in the match came with fifteen minutes remaining, when against the run of play the visitors made it 3-1. Good play down the right hand side led to a ball into the box where substitute Stephy Mauididi easily dispatched the chance to make the game safe for the Gunners.The Dons continue to pluck away with Tshimanga impressing, however the scoreline was given a slightly lopsided look when more nice build-up from the visitors allowed the ball to find a way through to substitute Tyrell Robinson whose shot was deflected in off a Dons defender to make the final score 4-1.Overall, it was a good performance from the Dons however ultimately the visitors greater finishing prowess swung the match in their favour.MK Dons (4-3-3): King: Walsh (Taylor 45), Okito (Lloyd 66), Wiltshire (capt, Danso 80), Tingey: Weston, Tilney, Daffern (Logan 53): Tshimanga, Rasulo, Vaughan (Collinge 80).Subs not used: Van Der Schoot, Hadden, Brittain.Arsenal: Girling (Addai 45), Moore, Bola (Mauididi 56), Smith, Dobson, O'Connor, Maitland-Niles, Willock, Olomola (Eyoma 56), Donovan (Robinson 56), Ejaria (Johnson 56).Ref: Carl Henry.Attendance: 1,590. Club News


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Hello friends! I'm so very excited about my project share today. Last year I created THESE winter woodland critter huggers shaped gift card holders and they were one of my favorite projects of 2018. With a few tweaks, different accessories, and Valentines sentiments, these cuties work as Valentines cards, too! In addition to the shaped gift card holder cards, these critters are holding their matching Tiny Gift Boxes adorned with the Tiny Gift Box Fox and Raccoon Add Ons!
Watch the creation of these critter huggers shaped Valentines cards and matching tiny gift boxes from start to finish below or click HERE to watch in HD:
Each card was created by scoring and folding a 2.5" x 11 piece of cardstock in half and die cutting the Woodland Critter Hugger off the top of the card. By making sure the ears didn't cut all the way through the card, you create a critter shaped card base. I trimmed the arms off each critter.
The critters were die cut from cardstock using the Woodland Critter Huggers Dies and assembled as shown.
Hair bows were die cut from patterned paper using the bow from the Tiny Gift Box and assembled before being adhered to the top of each head. Honey Bee Stamps Acrylic Ice hearts were adhered to the center of each bow.
Nuvo Crystal Drops in White Blizzard were applied to the cheeks on the critters.
Glossy Accents was added to the noses and eyes of the critters for gloss and shine.
Tiny Gift Boxes and the Tiny Gift Box Fox and Raccoon Add Ons were die cut from cardstock and assembled as shown. Bows from the add on set were die cut from patterned paper and adhered to both ears on the gift box critters!
The gift box was secured to the front of each critter shaped card. Tuck some treats inside the box and a gift card inside the card! Two gifts in one!
The pocket from the Stitched Gift Card Pocket was die cut from the same cardstock color as the card base and adhered to the inside of each card. A sentiment from the How You Bean Conversation Heart Add On was stamped inside each card on the pocket. Hearts from the Heart Treat Box Dies were die cut from both patterned paper and cardstock and adhered below the stamped and embossed greeting. This is where you'll tuck a gift card!
A heart and arrow from the Stitched Heart Envelope Die Set and a heart from the Tiny Gift Box Fox and Raccoon Add Ons were adhered to the back of each card to finish off the backside as cute as the front!
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Having been initially trained at Kew Gardens, Rupert has been involved in various aspects of horticulture and landscaping all his working life and for the last 27 years has been developing and maintaining all the high class parks, gardens and open spaces within Mid Sussex District, where he held the post of Principal Landscape Manager. He is in his early sixties.
Rupert is now looking for new gardens to get involved in – whether through regular maintenance or assistance with developing and improving what's there now.


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January 2016
Karla Huston
I live, write, and teach in Appleton, Wisconsin—about 35 miles south of the "frozen tundra." I am fascinated by good paper, poetry and the way ink moves forward on the blank page and words trail behind like a snake shedding its skin. Winner of the 2003 Main Street Rag Chapbook contest, I am the author of the collection A Theory of Lipstick (Main Street Rag: 2013) and seven chapbooks of poetry. Widely published (poetry, reviews and interviews), I was awarded a Pushcart Prize in 2011. www.karlahuston.com
The Mechanic's Wife
You know all the clichés, the grease
monkey and his big wrench, the dumb
thug with his six pack. Some
are true—buxom babes
abreast calendars. Grime
under his nails—stains
even GoJo can't get out.
I don't mind the smell
of oil when he touches me. But I wonder
as he holds me, his proposals
to do something different.
What is he thinking,
when his eyes spark
with the thing I can't name?
You'd think he'd watch football
all weekend, hockey, chuck rocks
at dogs. You'd think
he'd carry a big gun and stalk
and track, but he likes to watch
Oprah, and the cooking shows
each weekend. When he's not
looking, I watch him checking
his reflection, pat-patting cream
under his eyes, arrange his hair
like a model's, the mirror
suddenly his best friend.
And once, I found him dancing
to the oldies, hands flying,
feet prancing high and wild
to the Bee Gees: Stayin' Alive.
The Plastic Surgeon's Wife
She knows he's watching her again,
pictures pulling patches of skin
into and out of place. In dreams,
he's wearing his white coat and stethoscope
while he sharpens knives,
oils the joint in his scissors, practices
writing subcutaneous
with a black felt-tip on velvet.
Each person he meets is blank canvas—
the women, old and young,
with their sagging need, the pleading
that pools in their eyes
and the men too—the lift and tuck,
the marvel of stretch and sew.
She wonders, did his mother show him
how to bring thread to needle
and not needle to thread? And the knots
his father taught him never seem to fail.
These days, he paints in stitches
that dissolve into black and blue
eyelashes, remaking bruised egos.
When they make love, she fears
how he'd like to improve her—
a little lift here, a little tighter there,
fill her breasts with vanilla,
admire the suction in her soul—
his reservoir, never full.
Published in A Theory of Lipstick, Main Street Rag Publications: 2013
The Dog Catcher's Wife
There he goes again, all the clichés
of himself in place – ham on rye
in his backpack, hat cocked,
pockets full of charcoal.
He's dressed today as bone,
Swisher Sweet clamped
between his teeth. She's concerned
that even the nets, nooses or tranquilizer
darts won't save him from the angry
ones, the tethered necks and tense chains.
In another time,
he'd come home after lighting lamps,
after hours of trying to torture
confessions out of mad mongrels.
Today he saves cats in trees,
potbellied pigs on the lam, pythons
wrapped around water pipes.
All the scowling and grunting,
while he checks his list for licenses.
Sometimes he returns smelling
of spit and snarl, of dust and grain,
the edges of his leash frayed,
his catch pole long and empty as an alley.
In his sleep he whispers his love to them,
begs them to surrender gently.
She pats his shoulder then,
says, that's okay,
as he lifts his head to call
come, come,
be a good dog.
Published in A Theory of Lipstick, Main Street Rag Publications: 2013
©2016 Karla Huston


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REIGNING UAAP champion National University claimed the first the twice-to-beat privilege by downing Blackwater even as University of the East posted its first back-to-back wins in the Smart-PCABL (Pilipinas Chinese Amateur Basketball League) Dickies Women's Cup at the Philippine Buddhacare gym in Quezon City.
The Lady Bulldogs, who went undefeated on the way to a UAAP title repeat last season, leaned on the clutch shooting of Gemma Miranda, Jack Animan and Annick Tiky in the payoff period to score a 73-65 win over the Lady Elite and extend their winning streak to four games.
Tiky scored four of her 14 points in the fourth frame to tie Trixie Antiquera for scoring honors while Afril Bernardino and Miranda chipped in 11 and 10 points, respectively, as NU survived Blackwater's fightback.
The Lady Warriors, on the other hand, drew 25 points from Eunique Chan and 16 from Ruth Tacula to hack out a 70-61 win over Adamson-Mighty Sports in the event also sponsored by Advanced Solution Inc., Powerhouse, CW Home Depot, Dickies Underwear, Hapee Toothpaste and Jumbo Plastic Linoleum.
Multi-titled Centro Escolar University bounced back from a shock 55-49 defeat to UE last week by outlasting Far Eastern University, 66-58, thanks to Janine Pontejas' 26-point shot.
With Katrina Castillo burying four triples, La Salle also beat Adamson, 83-70, to tie UE, CEU, FEU and Adamson at 2-2.
Castillo finished with 18 markers.


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The Dodge County Junior Varsity Boys Soccer team fell to East Laurens by a score of 2-0 last week. Dodge County managed 11 shots on the goal, but were unable to slip any past the stingy East Laurens' goalkeeper.
East Laurens managed to score twice, as they held off the boys of Dodge for the win. Aspen Garcia led the Indians with four shots on goal. Alexis Gomez followed with three shots on goal. Angel Vega, Everardo Jimenez, Mason Mangham and Deigo Antonia Avila each had one shot on goal.
David Martinez had seven saves goalkeeping and Ian Smith is credited with one defensive save.
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Nétwork. n.s. [net and work.] Any thing reticulated or decussated, at equal distances, with interstices between the intersections.
Nor any skill'd in workmanship emboss'd;
Nor any skill'd in loops of fing'ring fine;
Might in their diverse cunning ever dare,
With this so curious network to compare. Spenser.
A large cavity in the sinciput was filled with ribbons, lace, and embroidery, wrought together in a curious piece of network. Addison's Spectator.


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Global leader in solar energy solutions, 3W Power/AEG Power Solutions yesterday celebrated the official inauguration of its 200MW per annum manufacturing facility. Based in Milnerton, this 3400 sqm factory was built specifically for the manufacture of the company's world-renowned utility-scale Solar Inverters and Skytron Combiner Boxes, and is the first facility of its kind in Southern Africa.
Ms Dipuo Peters, the Minister of Energy, and Premier of the Western Cape Helen Zille, attended the ceremony with other Government bodies, local and international customers and partners of AEG Power Solutions.
At the celebration, AEG Power Solution's Managing Director for South Africa, Trevor de Vries (below), told the assembled guests that the plant had begun operations ahead of schedule in June, and that the company was proud to be able to provide local jobs as well as locally produced solar inverters to help achieve South Africa's goal of 42% of electricity generated from renewable resources over the next 20 years.
growing SA's role in the solar sector
"We are excited to share this important development for the Western Cape as well as for the country as a whole. Today's launch proves AEG Power Solutions' commitment to investing in the communities in which it operates, as well as the ability to deliver world class solutions specifically for the local market, customers and conditions," explains Horst Kayser, CEO of AEG Power Solutions Group in his speech.
"Over the past few years, AEG Power Solutions has equipped and commissioned more than 860 utility-scale solar installations around the world. As the first factory of its kind in Africa, we will be using this facility, as well as our international expertise, to grow South Africa's role in this important industry sector across the continent."
According to de Vries, the facility has already played a role in furthering government's Independent Power Producer (IPP) Procurement Programme. As the only local producer of utility scale solar inverters, AEG Power Solutions is uniquely positioned to help all the IPPs involved in solar projects to meet these requirements. The company has placed bids within all three rounds of the programme.
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"This plant is a big part of our local community and is already providing local jobs, with more on the horizon as production increases. We're excited about the products we're building here, and we're proud and honoured to be a part of this community. We look forward to being here for a long, long time to come," de Vries concluded.


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Basic playing on Brettspielnetz.de is free, only intensive users are asked to pay a little annual amount to support the site.
On top of the games Brettspielnetz.de offers regularly starting tournaments a rating system adapted from the ELO system known from chess and other games. Provided are list of (top) scores, diagramms. In preparation are the possibility for players to join to teams and championships, mass tournaments for a game where every registered player can join.
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Tuesday, 26 October 2004
Travel advice from Neal Stephenson
In the course of a long interview on Slashdot (particularly worth reading for Stephenson's perceptive typology of writers), Neal Stephenson was asked by a fan of his "travel novels" whether he has any "Travel tips for modern primitives?" and "Do you carry any sort of self-defense means in some places?" I like his response:
Link | Posted by Edward on Tuesday, 26 October 2004, 13:38 ( 1:38 PM)
The best "self-defense means" when you are surrounded by a hundred million people of some other culture is to avoid dangerous places and figure out some way to get along with the folks around you.


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The Maternity & Midwifery Forum, in partnership with 5 different charities around the UK, is launching a new scheme to raise money for worthy charities AND to get students who otherwise would not be able to attend our Maternity & Midwifery Festivals to take part in on-campus live streaming parties.
This will be an opportunity for you and your students to raise money for charity (who doesn't love a cake sale?!) to learn from the number of leading midwifery experts who will be speaking at the event, and to promote your Midwifery Society within the university.
All you would need to do is:
- find a room to show the live-stream in – we'll send you the link in advance, and be on hand to provide technical support if needed
- promote your 'live-streaming party' to students – we'll send you as much promotional material as we can to help with this
- provide us with a name and address for the charity to send things to (goodies, informational leaflets, collection buckets, etc).
We will provide the full festival line-up in advance, as well as a short video from the charity, introducing themselves and the live stream. How you choose to run the day – as a formal lecture and networking session or a drop-in event (with cake) – is up to you!
This would be a great project for a student to have on their CV, plus the lectures count towards revalidation for any midwives who take part.
If you are interested, please let us know by calling Katherine Stewart on 0207 324 4330 or emailing email@example.com.


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A marginal spending increase for the Cayman Islands government department that monitors paroled criminal offenders will not allow the agency to implement the Conditional Release Law in the way it "would have liked to," Premier Alden Mclaughlin said last week.
A $100,000 increase for the Department of Community Rehabilitation, along with some other spending restructuring, allows the agency to hire four employees to act in a role similar to that of a parole officer for released offenders.
The job is crucial to the success of Cayman's new regime under the Conditional Release Law, which came into effect this year and requires anyone convicted of a custodial sentence longer than 12 months to serve at least 60 percent of the term in prison after which they can be released on parole.
North Side MLA Ezzard Miller questioned whether this "inability to provide resources" would slow down the conditional release program aimed at the rehabilitation and reabsorption of offenders back into Cayman society.
"If we release more people than we have people to monitor them … we could have a problem in society," Mr. Miller said.
Premier McLaughlin and Department of Community Rehabilitation Director Teresa Echenique-Bowen acknowledged that more would have to be done to bolster the offender release and monitoring program.
"Fairly quickly, we will need to increase head count again," Mr. McLaughlin said.
However, Mr. McLaughlin also noted that there is no service government provides where the managers would not ideally like to have "so many more" people on staff.
"Granted, but this one is a little more troubling," Mr. Miller said.
Ms. Echenique-Bowen said adequate staff has always been a problem for the department, but noted they are better off now than a year ago.
"[The four new staff members] place us in a better position to move forward with the Conditional Release law," she said.
The Conditional Release Law was passed unanimously by the Legislative Assembly in October 2014 and took effect on Feb. 15, 2016. It introduces a system that sets general guidelines for the release of all prisoners on license (similar to parole) conditions. It applies to all inmates, including juveniles, and to those already serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole.
In criminal cases, the sentencing guidelines – called tariffs – are largely left to the court's discretion. The only exception stated in the law is for murder, which requires a sentence of 30 years before any consideration of release on license. Even then, in cases where there are aggravated or extenuating circumstances surrounding the murder, the prison term can be set higher or lower by a judge.
All other criminal offenses that carry more than a one-year sentence require the offender, under the Conditional Release Law, to serve at least 60 percent of the sentence in prison. If the prisoner is deemed to no longer be a threat to the community, he or she will serve the remainder of the sentence under supervised release. Sentences of a year or less require release after 60 percent of the jail term is served, barring exceptional circumstances.
A nine-person board chaired by Debra Humphreys, a retired vice president at Cayman National Bank and former head of the Cayman Islands Justices of the Peace Association, will oversee the conditional release program.
Richard de Lacy, QC, has been appointed deputy chairman of the board.
The other appointed board members are attorneys Timothy Derrick and Nicholas Dunne, Rev. Godfrey Meghoo, educational psychologist Susan Bodden, Baraud recruitment manager Alan Brady, former attorney and HospiceCare staffer Danielle Coleman, and legal secretary Alecia La Toya Folkes.
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Ini Edo, wore this ivory elaborate gown that featured a massive train to the AMVCA'S red carpet. The thing is, no matter how gorgeous and expensive this gown is, it's certainly a big "No No" for a red carpet. Maybe we can consider this gown for a costume party, wedding ceremonies, but never for a red carpet.
Kehinde Bankole, rocked this well copied version of same same long sleeved nude silk material and style, while hers featured a V-neckline with white flowing applique of Zuhair Murad Couture gown, that Chanel Iman, wore to the 2015 amfAR gala. Well, Kehinde got seriously bashed for her copy copy attitude.


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Grades 1-12: $23,000
Full day kindergarten is $13,000.
The tuition for a second child in the same household is discounted to $17,000.
The tuition for a third child in the same household is discounted to $12,000.
Total charges per child include textbooks, technology, insurance, Parent Teacher Partnership family dues, and two tickets to the Spring Gala.
These rates include all book fees. Books are returned at the end of the year.
PLEASE NOTE: This rate scale is in effect for 2020–2021 school year. A minimal increase is likely for 2021–2022.
Loyalty Fund: A Loyalty Fund gift of $2,000 per child is voluntary. The amount can be prorated and, for your convenience, will be shown on the monthly TPP tuition statement. All T-D parents are encouraged to support the school's Loyalty Fund which was created to allow families whose children benefit from a T-D education to become investors in the T-D of today and tomorrow. While the minimum suggested gift is $2,000.00 per child per year, many families have given considerably more. Your donation can be prorated and, for your convenience, added to the monthly tuition payment. It will be shown as a separate item on the monthly statement. All donations to the Loyalty Fund are tax deductible and will be receipted as such. Contributions to the Loyalty Fund are completely confidential.


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Hi, dear.
My friend Manda wrote a post about love letters today.
It made me miss writing them. A lot.
I know I write these letters to you. And I love doing it. But I want to tell you I love you in something without an X in the corner, or a delete button.
I want the magical inseparable couple of ink and paper.
I want to leave a letter on my pillow, when I get up before you, so the first thoughts the world bombards you with that day are my words of love.
I want to leave one in your jacket pocket, so when you're letting the car heater do its work, and stick your hands in your pocket to warm them up, you'll find it.
I want to mail one, to our own address, so when you're sorting through annoying flyers and bummer bills, I'll get to see that smile. You know the one where your face seems over-matched to contain it?
I want to put them places that show how much I know you, and that I always listen.
I want to leave them for you on days when you're somehow doubting what I know to be fact. That you're amazing. That you're worthy. That you won't be stopped.
I want to find the words. I want to find the words that touch where you need touching, that lift when the world pushes down, that make you need to kiss me right away.
I want to remind you.
I want to lovingly challenge you.
I want to watch your eyes when you read them.
I want you to feel like the luckiest.
I want you to touch something I touched.
I want these letters to find your doubts. The ones you try to hide. The ones you don't like to verbalize. The ones I know are there, but strongly feel like they don't belong. I want these words to find them and kick their ass.
I want you to be a little sad when you're done reading one.
And a lot happy that you know you'll get another one soon.
And when we're old, and I'm surprisingly handsome and Clooneyesque, I'm going to trace "I love you" on your back with my finger, even when my hand is arthritic and shaky and your skin is all wrinkled.
And I want you to appreciate it. All of it.
I want you to collect them and keep them in a drawer under your unmentionables, that I mention all the time.
I want you to brag me up to your friends. "My husband is better than yours!" I want you to start with the letters and then be unable to contain yourself. "He didn't build a man cave, he built us a love nest!" "He makes me coffee every morning!" "I don't think 'insatiable' is a strong enough word!"
I want you to know that when chips are down, walls are backed up against, and everywhere you turn you're in a corner, that someone who would write these things is going to be right there beside you.
Fucking always.
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The Types of Life Insurance
Although there are more than three types of life insurance, the ones I am going to talk about are the most popular and the least confusing for most people.
 Term life is the simplest and least expensive type of policy. I refer to it as renting insurance. It does not gain cash value and only covers you for a certain amount of time. For example if you lease a home for 12 months you agree to live in the house and pay the rent for 12 months. At the end of 12 months you decided if you want to continue living there or move out. Term life you typically rent for 10, 15, 20 or 30 years. You pay the monthly premium until the end of the term and then you have to renew it. The difference between the house lease and the term life is that you can convert or cancel the life insurance without penalty. Â
 Whole life is referred to as permanent insurance, it is also one of the most expensive insurance policies. As long as the premiums are paid it will cover you know matter how old you are. There are whole life plans that can be paid up meaning you pay the premiums for 10 or 20 years or until the age of 65 (length varies by company). You will find that the shorter the payment period, the higher the premium.
 Whole life also gains cash value. The cash value can be borrowed against or used to increase the death benefit. Some people use this type of policy to "be their own lenderâ€. They borrow the money from the cash value to buy things such as a car. They make the payment for principle and interest to their life insurance policy instead of to a bank. It is possible to purchase a whole life policy that you can use this way in a few years, consult with your Financial Advisor to find out if it is something that will work for you.
 Universal life is permanent insurance with lower rates and gains cash value. The cash value can be borrowed against while keeping the death benefit. This type of policy will continue the rest of your life as long as you make premium payments. The premium increases with age and a portion of the premium may come out of the cash value.
 The problem I have seen with this type of policy is that they are underfunded and run out at a critical age. Do not miss understand, this type of policy is a good choice for many people. I do urge you to pay close attention to the illustrations you receive in the mail from your insurance company to be sure it is still providing the coverage you need. Â
 Before you purchase life insurance consult with a Financial Advisor to help you determine which type of life insurance best fits your needs and budget.


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Bob's Cycle Supply to Host Minneapolis SX Open House
St. Paul, MN — The Monster Energy AMA Supercross series returns to the colossal US Bank Stadium in downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota, on Saturday, April 14. Not only is this round 14 for 450SX, as well as the seventh round for the 250SX East Region riders, but is one of three Triple Crown races scheduled for the series.
Bob's Cycle Supply, serving the Minnesota motocross community since 1971, will be hosting a weekend-long Supercross Open House. The Open House kicks off Friday, April 13, with an autograph signing session from 6-9 p.m. As with past events, Bob's will have some of the top 450SX and 250SX riders, as well as many of Minnesota's rising stars in the sport. Expected riders will be posted on Bob's Cycle Supply Facebook and Twitter accounts. Damon Bradshaw, "The Beast From The East" and Fly Racing brand ambassador, will be on site Friday for a lunch meet-and-greet, as well as an evening autograph session.
The Open House weekend continues Saturday from 9 a.m.-5 p.m. and Sunday from 10 a.m.-3 p.m. There will be store-only specials, supercross-only sale items, and representatives from motorsports' leading aftermarket manufacturers.
Bob's Cycle Supply has a huge 25,000-plus square foot retail showroom that showcases the finest brands of motocross apparel as well as the newest moto-specific casuals. Employee owned and operated, there is no other shopping experience for the motocross enthusiast in the Minneapolis metropolitan area that can compare. Bob's Cycle Supply is located only 15 minutes away from US Bank Stadium.


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The 158-year history of French fashion house Louis Vuitton Malletier comes to light in a new book released this week. Rizzoli International Publications has published Louis Vuitton / Marc Jacobs, a complication that chronicles the designer label's life and times, from its beginnings in the 1850s to where it is today thanks to creative director Marc Jacobs. Presenting an array of antique pictures mixed with essays from top tastemakers, the book is a testament to how prominent the brand remains to be within the fashion industry.
If you'll be visiting Paris before September 16th, stop by Les Arts Décoratifs to see Louis Vuitton – Marc Jacobs, an extensive exhibition of the same history found in Rizzoli's book.
Louis Vuitton / Marc Jacobs is now available for purchase at www.rizzoliusa.com – but we have your first look at both the book and the exhibition. See below!