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The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan's roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall's eternal, can't you see?
I'm a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle's started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you've been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall's eternal, can't you see?
I'm a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016
White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Beauty destroyed.
White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2013
generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping,
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
All results of
Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds
False intentions masked by good deeds
The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead
Too many conversations for one man's head
So he began snapping at friendly fingers
From the corner he had backed himself in
Lies falling from his mouth with every drop of the chin
I bent so far back that my blades touched the ground
Then you stepped on my belly and jumped up and down
One thousand times you could of broke my back
But my heart may never heal from your malicious attack
You wielded my graciousness against me in battle and won
The battlefield before you lay barren
Clinching your weapon there were no signs of spoil from this war
You began to wonder what exactly it was you were fighting for
Now that everything has fallen silent and your head starts doing the math
A lonely existence results from an over cleared path
Standing alone on your island with every bridge burnt
Will the pain from your decisions be your lessons learnt
You board a small craft that is solely equipped with a grinding wheel
Never knowing what it is to to be even keeled
Did all this come to fruition just yesterday
Or have you always been slowly drifting away
The name of your boat reads sociopath
As you grind your axes with a wayward laugh
With accuracy proven to my astuteness
The degree of the misery has yet to be revealed
A banana peel has no purpose once its been peeled
If the peel patiently waits it will find its way from the garbage to the ground
Where it can dissolve and wait for its next time around
***Someone, or Something, Replaceable - Poetry Contest
Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2016
The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere
with the moon
and its stars
To give it a whole world
because the sun
doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign
of the entire universe.
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013
She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
Water flows; formless form.
The broad stream moves only ever forwards,
Curving along the contours of life.
Here, a rock disturbs the placid surface;
Giving form and character to uniformity
Of existence, enduringly. There, a pebble thrown
Far from the edge creates a momentary
Ripple, a brief moment of happiness, excitement,
And then is gone. Yet within the silent waters,
The pebble has altered the parallel flows,
An unconscious eddy that spins and whirls,
Hidden from the world above, insistent thought.
So it is with you, metaphorically the bridge
Across my river from whence was thrown
The pebble that disturbs my serenity still.
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2015
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth
I stand among the reeds in the basin
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react
When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown
Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Oh walker's will and lander's way…
Did not we grow in love's dismay?
while wandering by the garden path
that led us to "the grapes of Wrath"
but also by the Lake of Tow ....and woe
still... on we wandered … did farther go
to where the wake of Willing's way
slammed us like the tides…to our final days
against the side of Trivial's Pass
no easy going, unto the last
So Now! Away my love!... turn now away!
The sky is dark... tis end of day
no more to walk hand and hand
no circle to be broken
no promise in sands
of time...ticking time ...that has now stopped
the boom has struck... love's hammer dropped
Let us land …in this peaceful place
in this subjective joy… in an objective space
we journeyed long unto the bend
of bow and break...relent and lend
but even we must greet our circle's end
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2013
Dear karma,
I know I was mean and always mad in the past.
I did alot of bad things and caused I little wrath.
but karma I payed for years with blood and tears I should be relieved from all this pain I'm suffering.
I put guns to my head wishing I was dead but all I could see was my kids faces.
I'm different now I got morals and standards I'm as loyal as ever.
I wanna live my life find a wife it's hard being a single father.
I feel like your holding me down when you need to be letting me go.I know you got a good side I think it's time I see that now.so goodbye bad karma it's good karma from here on out.
Copyright © marcus pimentel | Year Posted 2016
And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.
My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.
My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.
The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.
The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.
The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.
And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.
In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.
In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.
The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.
more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
She is my rising sun, every day she greets me
She is my setting sun, at twilight she meets me
My world turns around when I see her smiling face
I gravitate towards the warmth, of her loving embrace
Her pull is strong, I can't resist, it's like some magnetic force
Drawing me in ever so closely, we let our love take it's course.
She is my moon, she gives me light, in the stillness of the night
When the mood changes, she's always there, to help me turn the tide.
Now she's gone...my sun won't rise for me anymore
My world turns upside down, not round and round
There's nothing left but dark and empty spaces
No more light or warmth, left only the traces
Now begins my journey into endless gloom
There's no escaping for me now
The black hole of solitude.
December 08, 2015
For the Any poem contest
sponsored by Broken Wings.
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
…Said the Mind to the Heart, we do not work together to run this place all we do is argue and fight. This place use to run so simple and sweet then you came out your cage to take a peak.
"I know this is true", you'd plea to the rest of us Body and Soul, like fools we did listen as you said we'd be whole. Against all reason yes you won that debate that we ventured on out and yes it was great!!!
We have not ever since the birth of our seed been as happy as this to see you beat so hard and so strong. As you reached out and grew stronger forged within what seemed an everlasting flame. We took that happiness and strength that it gave and made that Leap of Faith as they say.
Now what happened then, oh strong Heart of mine, you were so filled with joy that it made us blind. You caused us to believe that Love conquers all that we didn't see the rocks coming out of the falls.
We hit and kept falling all bloody and beat but you continued to believe we would land on our feet. We listened once more, although I petitioned to stop yet your Love was so strong that it crushed all other thought.
We hit and we sank in the darkness of the abyss and it opened our eyes while it weakened your grip. Shattered and weak from the blood that you lost I picked up your pieces and put them back in your box.
I mended your wounds and bandaged you up but a piece still was missing you wouldn't give up. The cliff that we hit so hard still has a piece of your beaten up heart. You left it there as a beacon of light to find your way back when you're ready for flight.
My dear fragile Heart I cannot allow it as you wouldn't survive another fall down it. So we have decided us Body and all to lock you away in the depths of our Soul. Poor mislead, barely breathing, yet you insist that it is not over.
You're blinded by Love even in your poor state but I pray you keep it that way so it won't turn to Hate. This is why you are banished and locked back away until we do pass or if Love brings your piece that you left back.
For that piece is the key to unlocking these binds but be sure we will fight it with logic not emotion. So sleep dear Heart of mine as best as you can for you won't bother anyone ever again…….
And neither they you.
Copyright © Jesse Salvatierra | Year Posted 2013
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one.
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed.
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent.
A meager thought
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows,
"Save them."
Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013
The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma's hands?
It drifts from sanity
The trek towards that happy place
You've been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn't full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears
Standing still you couldn't breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there's time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it's the saddest of a smile
…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
when the fall gives its rights/
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I'll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said "there's no fortuitous meetings/
…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you'll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I'll ask/
"are you ready to go?" /
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn't matter/
I don't haste/ will be later/
…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/
And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we're alike/
And I….
I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.
Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)
they shot you down
all those years ago
your dream lives on
and always will
for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream
there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for
and much, much more
to fight for still
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome
(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation
Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what's in them
Always running from them
We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals
Paint it any color you like
Doesn't change a thing
This war that you've brought forth
Has killed us all
In the past and future
There is no now…
She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.
She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.
She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...
Those Distant African Nights...
The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,
a cool breeze teasing your bare back,
streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,
as my hands stroked your hair,
kissing your soft mouth,
holding you,
ever so tight.
You whispered that you loved me,
and I kept silent,
the rain fell,
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,
the breeze teased your naked back,
you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,
the rain washed over our tender nights,
lightning and candlelight,
etching poems on your burnished skin,
a fear gnawed at me,
deep within.
We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,
now, after numberless thunderstorms,
the rain that falls,
echo the countless tears that I have shed.
You are long gone,
far away,
happy, I pray,
yet the memories persist,
those precious moments shall never,
like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,
and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,
for it was I who was not worthy,
and it is I who is not worthy,
You were always true,
it was I who always,
refused to,
to give myself,
completely to you.
The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.
My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.
I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.
But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.
So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright, the mark.
The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
To the bottomless sea.
Copyright © GENESIS QUIHUIS | Year Posted 2013
hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/
i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/
i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/
going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//
A pit filled with snakes
And a loaded gun
I jump in to escape
My burning tongue
These lips leaking fire
My eyes so cold
I dread to imagine
The hate I'd mould
But still you persist
And I refuse to speak
There's pain running down
My tear-soaked cheeks
And I'm so alone
Around you
The bullets aren't hitting
A single snake
Injecting their poison
In to my veins
But still I evade
A single glance
In to your eyes
I refuse your hands
As I spit and strike
With all my rage
Into myself
With these vicious snakes
Because I am alone
Without you
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2013
This is a rash initiation
rushed calibration
brace yourself my child in the water things are waiting
I'm not much for celebrating
more for penetrating thought
what a rush it is to see a man asleep beneath his cot
join us at this table for a bounty of the flesh
then let us scribe the tales of monsters, who to us are us to them
go to sleep my sweet young sparrow as I pray for picturesque
for the mind is but a canvas that we colour in with stress
I have spent the darkness dreaming of the light that is to shine
but in the daytime I stay longing for the rays within my mind
in the end there is beginging and at the start we long to finish
what a finicky transparent way to be, my prayer is finished
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2014
Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…
…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,
weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,
skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,
in another life, another time,
far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.
The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,
tasting the salt on my lips,
I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,
between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,
before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,
wounded as a wingless dove,
bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude
Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's
spinning. My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight. Why is unclear.
I tried to leave. You hit me. I fell.I started to cry. You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of
my chest. I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you. You fell. I ran to our
I am trapped. No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You
break down the door. I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped. No where to hide.Your grip feels looser. Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free. No need to hide.
Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2013


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Randall County Sheriffâ??s Office investigates cemetery thefts
Fri, 05 Apr 2013 03:39:41 GMT —
On March 18 Randall County Sheriff's Office investigated a report about bronze vases being stolen off headstones at Dreamland Cemetery.
The cemetery manager said he has no idea why someone would commit such a crime, but Randall County deputies said this type of crime has increased in the past couple of weeks.
"We ended up reporting four that were missing, but there were several headstones, where the families hadn't known that they were gone and hadn't reported them stolen yet," said Randall County Sheriff's Office PIO Danny Alexander
The sheriff's office sent out a warning to surrounding areas and received alarming information.
"We found that Lamb County had 55 stolen," said Alexander. "The Hereford Police Department and Deaf Smith County Sheriff's Office are working those kinds of thefts, so is Castro County."
At Dreamland Cemetery 25 bronze vases were stolen.
"He just took two or three, skip two or three, take two or three, and skip another one," said Cemetery Manager Cordell Huddleston. "It wasn't rhythm; he just took what he wanted."
Each vase is valued anywhere from 250 dollars to 600, but that's not what the affected families are upset about,
"They were surprised, disappointed, upset," said Huddleston. "They just couldn't believe anyone would take a marker vase from a cemetery."
Alexander says the thief's take the vases hoping to make a quick buck.
"The problem they're going to have is the scrap yards. They are not recyclers or metal recyclers," said Alexander. "They are not going to take it without some kind of letter saying, they are scrap,"
The sheriff's department is currently looking at two suspects, no names have been released.

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BC president speaks on first year
Bernie Rejon
September 25, 2013
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Sonya Christian, president of Bakersfield College, discussed her transition to the presidency, chief goals, and other plans for the future of BC.
Christian, who started as president in the middle of the last school year, described what it was like for her starting such a key administrative role at that time.
"It feels completely natural," Christian said. "Maybe that's because I was here as a faculty member.
"I got my first full-time job at BC, so it's like coming back home," she said. "I feel I understand our student population very, very well. I feel I know what the issues are. I know our faculty and staff community. I know our external community.
"Because I feel connected, I feel comfortable where we are. There's a lot to do. Our faculty and staff are very ambitious."
Christian explained that her only daughter currently lives in Los Angeles where she is working on her residency.
"So in many ways coming back to Bakersfield, from a family perspective, is really great," she said.
Christian expressed her delight about getting to drive to see her daughter on weekends rather than only communicating through text messaging.
Christian started her presidency this year in January.
"The sanctions and the issues related to football started in January," she said. "Just two weeks after I arrived on campus.
"It has been really difficult but I do see it as an opportunity because what it showed me was that the community came on to support BC because they knew we were going through difficulty."
Christian explained that she received many letters, phone calls, and emails from members of the community to express their concerns. She said that she has used that as an opportunity to get them to reconnect.
"I think it's just going to make us even stronger and more close-knit," she said. "The whole thing on the sanctions completely sucks, but I think it's also a way for us to recognize how much our community supports us."
Christian also came to BC at a time when there were many administrative vacancies. She explained that she felt that the turnover in administration has taken its toll on instructors and staff at BC.
"When I came into the presidency, we had several administrative vacancies and rather than hiring interim people from the outside to come and help out the college, what I did was I opened it up for our own faculty and staff," she said.
"So now when you look at our list of people that are working on the different issues, we've got a team of administrators, but we also have a lot of faculty that are taking on lead roles. I think with that kind of distributed leadership we can build the confidence on our vision together."
Christian stresses the importance of community for BC. She explained that there were 4,000 people at BC's first football game at home. She said that her goal is to get 10,000 people in attendance.
"We're really focusing on building that community back," she said. "It's our centennial year so it makes complete sense that during the centennial year we take that time."
Christian explained that she would also like to get more events back on campus in order to attract the external community back to BC.
Christian explained the reason she feels the community is so important is because the community supports the college. She said that there are many ways that the community supports the college ranging anywhere from student scholarships to internships.
"So it's really, really important to stay connected," she said.
Christian explained that one of her goals is to increase the number of students with degree completion. She wants to instill student success habits in all incoming and current BC students.
One example that she explained was that sometimes students don't study before taking placement exams. Therefore, they get placed in lower level classes.
Christian explained that if each student is informed that they should study and go back and retake the placement exam, then they might get placed in a higher level class which would then decrease the number of courses they need to take and also lessen their financial aid commitment.
"We're trying to message them through our financial aid office and things like that," she said, "but why not crowd source it?"
She explained that they want to use student clubs as a tool to try crowd sourcing. She said, "We're planning on bringing all of our student clubs together so that all of them are messaging the same kind of student success habits."
Christian urged students to follow her blog, stating: "It is a very intentional way of having people know the events." Christian's blog can be found by going to bcpresident.wordpress.com.


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The unfortunate tale of Andreas Karlsson
Stop me if you've heard this one before: talented player gets in coach John Tortorella's dog house, fights his way back and then ... gets in it again. Lightning left wing Andreas Karlsson is living that nightmare right now. Out since Oct. 1 with a strained abdominal muscle, the coach clearly has lost patience. Tortorella did not say that directly, but comments about Karlsson still being "in the tub'' and his praise for Mathieu Darche, who has been good, certainly, but not great, are telling.
Some background: Karlsson, one of Sweden's top scorers when he was signed before the 2006-07 season, missed five games with a groin strain at the beginning of last season and spent the rest of the year convincing Tortorella he wasn't soft. It finally paid off during the playoffs when Karlsson shined playing on Brad Richards' line. Karlsson then upped the grit factor in this season's training camp and won praise from the coach and a spot on Chris Gratton's third line. But three days before the season opener, Karlsson was hurt in camp. He came back for one practice but was back "in the tub'' again.
Assume if he stays with the team and is not shipped to the minors, Karlsson is going to have another uphill battle to regain Tortorella's favor, especially if Darche keeps improving and playing with the energy he has shown. It's too bad, too. Killer, as the mild-mannered Karlsson is called (in one of the greatest 180-degree nicknames of all time), is perhaps the nicest guy on the team. Polite, respectful, he takes time to think before he speaks which is why you haven't heard a word out of him about his injury; remember Tortorella's ban on players discussing injuries with reporters.
Karlsson be a positive force on this team ... if he ever gets back on the ice.


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Tarrant County
Allen Wheatley has created a website where he is posting tens of thousands
of headstone photographs from numerous cemeteries from DFW area counties.
Each group of photos can be considered a full visual inventory of said cemetery.
The list below represents his work in Tarrant County.
Arwine Cemetery
Bedford Cemetery
Benbrook Cemetery
Berachah Cemetery
Birdville Cemetery
Bluebonnet Hills Memorial Park - (incomplete)
Bourland Cemetery - (incomplete)
Dido Cemetery
Ebenezer Cemetery
Harpers Rest Cemetery
Hebrew Rest Cemetery
Hudson Cemetery
I. D. Parker [Public] Cemetery
Lake Como Cemetery
Laurel Land Cemetery
Noah Cemetery
Oakwood Cemetery - (incomplete)
Parkdale Cemetery
Parker Cemetery - [Combined with I.D. Parker]
Parker Memorial Cemetery
Peoples Cemetery
Tomlin Cemetery
Tye Cemetery
White's Chapel Cemetery
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Into Prehistory In the Dordogne
By ELAINE SCIOLINO
Published: September 5, 2004
PRESENTING prehistory to the masses is a daunting task. The unknowns -- from what prehistoric men and women looked like to how to define prehistoric artistic expression -- are often too great to make the subject accessible to amateurs.
So the opening in July of the National Museum of Prehistory, perched on a cliff in the tiny village of Les Eyzies-de-Tayac in the Dordogne, was a major event in the French cultural world.
The $30 million museum, designed by the Florence-born architect Jean-Pierre Buffi, has been two decades and eight ministers of culture in the making, delayed by the discovery of fissures and springs in the cliff, huge cost overruns and fierce arguments over the museum's contents.
On one level, the building's spare, modern design seems a violation of the landscape. A replacement for the small, dark museum that was housed in the late 16th-century castle next door, the new museum, built with local stone, announces its presence by jutting obtrusively from its yellow limestone site above the village.
But it is also an architectural tour de force whose soaring windows and high ceilings provide exquisite natural light and reveal the stark faces of the limestone caves.
Certainly, the museum's display of 18,000 objects -- a small fraction of the five million in its possession -- is regarded as one of the two or three richest collections of European ice-age artifacts in the world. Among the most important are a small 14,000-to-15,000-year-old bison carved in bone, its head turned to lick its flank, and a skeleton of a child of two or three that is 50,000 years old. Here also is the largest collection of 30,000-year-old stone engravings, among the most ancient art objects on earth.
For people who know little about prehistory, the museum can be daunting. There is no system of multilingual tours, no interactive computers, not even a catalog, although museum officials promise English audio guides and an English catalog in early 2005. Those who don't speak French will be frustrated by the French-only labeling.
In an effort to cover the sweep of human evolution, the museum has installed resin composition fakes, even of 3.2-million-year-old Lucy, whose bones were returned to the National Museum of Ethiopia in Addis Ababa by the Cleveland Museum of Natural History in 1980, and of the first known examples of human footprints, dating from about 3.6 million years ago.
The region is home to the valley of the V?re River, occupied by herds of large herbivores during the ice age. One of the ''cave man'' blockbuster novels of Jean M. Auel is set here.
That makes it a vast living archaeological museum that extends for miles and boasts hundreds of excavated prehistoric sites dating back tens of thousands of years, including caves decorated with paintings and engravings, open-air cliff shelters used as prehistoric dwellings and campsites. New sites are discovered from time to time.
In 1994, for example, Jean-Marie Chauvet, an amateur archaeologist and spelunker, discovered a vast network of caves in the Ard?e Gorge in the Rhone Valley, with more than 400 wall paintings up to 32,000 years old. They stunned the archaeological community because some of them were as sophisticated as those painted in caves more than 10,000 years later. To protect them from daylight and pollution, the caves will never be open to the public.
In 2000, another amateur archaeologist discovered a warren of caves with about 100 prehistoric engravings, including a drawing of a 12-foot-long bison and female silhouettes, on the property of a British couple in Cussac in the Dordogne. There is even a property for sale in St.-Cirq three miles from Les Eyzies that boasts its own prehistoric cave with paintings.
Lascaux, about 15 miles northeast of Les Eyzies, is by far the most celebrated site of prehistoric painted caves in the region. Discovered by four teenagers in 1940, it was closed to the public in 1963 after visits by more than a million people produced enough carbon dioxide, pollen and bacteria to damage the paintings. In 2001, it was closed to all but its small team of restorers. But 200 yards away is Lascaux II, a painstakingly constructed replica of a portion of the estimated 1,700 paintings and engravings of the original cave. (Marja Goevaers, our English-speaking guide, insists it's 90 percent of all the paintings, but experts say it isn't so.)
On a visit in July, my husband, our two teenagers and I needed to move beyond the concrete ceilings, rubberized floors and green-and-white emergency exit signs before we were able to marvel at the creativity of the original artists. Using crushed minerals and clay to create hues of red, yellow, brown and deepest black, they followed the natural contours of the walls and ceilings to lend a three-dimensional quality to the delicate and powerful renderings. The artists even left their handprints.
Our guide used a flashlight to point out the animal forms, even creatures that were half-human. She called the 55-foot-long Great Hall of Bulls, with its immense black bulls, bison, deer and horses, ''the Sistine Chapel of its time.''


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The prophet, having shown their base ingratitude in forsaking God, here shows their unparalleled fickleness and folly (Jer. 2:9): I will yet plead with you. Note, Before God punishes sinners he pleads with them, to bring them to repentance. Note, further, When much has been said of the evil of sin, still there is more to be said; when one article of the charge is made good, there is another to be urged; when we have said a great deal, still we have yet to speak on God's behalf, Job 36:2. Those that deal with sinners, for their conviction, must urge a variety of arguments and follow their blow. God had before pleaded with their fathers, and asked why they walked after vanity and became vain, Jer. 2:5. Now he pleads with those who persisted in that vain conversation received by tradition from their fathers, and with their children's children, that is, with all that in every age tread in their steps. Let those that forsake God know that he is willing to argue the case fairly with them, that he may be justified when he speaks. He pleads that with us which we should plead with ourselves.
I. He shows that they acted contrary to the usage of all nations. Their neighbours were more firm and faithful to their false gods than they were to the true God. They were ambitious of being like the nations, and yet in this they were unlike them. He challenges them to produce an instance of any nation that had changed their gods (Jer. 2:10, 11) or were apt to change them. Let them survey either the old records or the present state of the isles of Chittim, Greece, and the European islands, the countries that were more polite and learned, and of Kedar, that lay south-east (as the other north-west from them), which were more rude and barbarous; and they should not find an instance of a nation that had changed their gods, though they had never done them any kindness, nor could do, for they were no gods. Such a veneration had they for their gods, so good an opinion of them, and such a respect for the choice their fathers had made, that though they were gods of wood and stone they would not change them for gods of silver and gold, no, not for the living and true God. Shall we praise them for this? We praise them not. But it may well be urged, to the reproach of Israel, that they, who were the only people that had no cause to change their God, were yet the only people that had changed him. Note, Men are with difficulty brought off from that religion which they have been brought up in, though ever so absurd and grossly false. The zeal and constancy of idolaters should shame Christians out of their coldness and inconstancy.
II. He shows that they acted contrary to the dictates of common sense, in that they not only changed (it may sometimes be our duty and wisdom to do so), but that they changed for the worse, and made a bad bargain for themselves. 1. They parted from a God who was their glory, who made them truly glorious and every way put honour upon them, one whom they might with a humble confidence glory in as theirs, who is himself a glorious God and the glory of those whose God he is; he was particularly the glory of his people Israel, for his glory had often appeared on their tabernacle. 2. They closed with gods that could do them no good, gods that do not profit their worshippers. Idolaters change God's glory into shame (Rom. 1:23) and so they do their own; in dishonouring him, they disgrace and disparage themselves, and are enemies to their own interest. Note, Whatever those turn to who forsake God, it will never do them any good; it will flatter them and please them, but it cannot profit them. Heaven itself is here called upon to stand amazed at the sin and folly of these apostates from God (Jer. 2:12, 13): Be astonished, O you heavens! at this. The earth is so universally corrupt that it will take no notice of it; but let the heavens and heavenly bodies be astonished at it. Let the sun blush to see such ingratitude and be afraid to shine upon such ungrateful wretches. Those that forsook God worshipped the host of heaven, the sun, moon, and stars; but these, instead of being pleased with the adorations that were paid to them, were astonished and horribly afraid; and would rather have been very desolate, utterly exhausted (as the word is) and deprived of their light, than that it should have given occasion to any to worship them. Some refer it to the angels of heaven; if they rejoice at the return of souls to God, we may suppose that they are astonished and horribly afraid at the revolt of souls from him. The meaning is that the conduct of this people towards God was, (1.) Such as we may well be astonished and wonder at, that ever men, who pretend to reason, should do a thing so very absurd. (2.) Such as we ought to have a holy indignation at as impious, and a high affront to our Maker, whose honour every good man is jealous for. (3.) Such as we may tremble to think of the consequences of. What will be in the end hereof? Be horribly afraid to think of the wrath and curse which will be the portion of those who thus throw themselves out of God's grace and favour. Now what is it that is to be thought of with all this horror? It is this: "My people, whom I have taught and should have ruled, have committed two great evils, ingratitude and folly; they have acted contrary both to their duty and to their interest." [1.] They have affronted their God, by turning their back upon him, as if he were not worthy their notice: "They have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, in whom they have an abundant and constant supply of all the comfort and relief they stand in need of, and have it freely." God is their fountain of life, Ps. 36:9. There is in him an all-sufficiency of grace and strength; all our springs are in him and our streams from him; to forsake him is, in effect, to deny this. He has been to us a bountiful benefactor, a fountain of living waters, over-flowing, ever-flowing, in the gifts of his favour; to forsake him is to refuse to acknowledge his kindness and to withhold that tribute of love and praise which his kindness calls for. [2.] They have cheated themselves, they forsook their own mercies, but it was for lying vanities. They took a great deal of pains to hew themselves out cisterns, to dig pits or pools in the earth or rock which they would carry water to, or which should receive the rain; but they proved broken cisterns, false at the bottom, so that they could hold no water. When they came to quench their thirst there they found nothing but mud and mire, and the filthy sediments of a standing lake. Such idols were to their worshippers, and such a change did those experience who turned from God to them. If we make an idol of any creature-wealth, or pleasure, or honour,—if we place our happiness in it, and promise ourselves the comfort and satisfaction in it which are to be had in God only,—if we make it our joy and lo 8000 ve, our hope and confidence, we shall find it a cistern, which we take a great deal of pains to hew out and fill, and at the best it will hold but a little water, and that dead and flat, and soon corrupting and becoming nauseous. Nay, it is a broken cistern, that cracks and cleaves in hot weather, so that the water is lost when we have most need of it, Job 6:15. Let us therefore with purpose of heart cleave to the Lord only, for whither else shall we go? He has the words of eternal life.
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Missing His Cue
Once upon a time, a scuffling actor named Sylvester Stallone decided that the key to stardom was to write a screenplay as a perfect vehicle for himself. Since then, untold hundreds or thousands of hopefuls, mistaking Stallone's good luck (and, yes, talent) for some sort of cosmic justice, have confidently tried to follow in his footsteps...often following them right off a cliff to be dashed on the rocks below.
Poolhall Junkies, the sophomore feature from writer-director-actor Mars Callahan (a.k.a. Gregory "Mars" Martin--go figure) goes so far as to pattern itself somewhat on Rocky, with Callahan as Stallone and the late Rod Steiger (visibly unhealthy) as Burgess Meredith. Mix that with Diner and with the inevitable shades of The Hustler--impossible to avoid when making a pool film. The result is by no means the embarrassment that many such offerings from unjustifiably vain actor-auteurs have been, but nor does it present much of anything new or compelling to demand one's attention.
Johnny (Callahan), a top-notch pool player, might have made it as a professional. But he's spent 15 years under the wing of mentor Joe (Chazz Palminteri), a slimy manager of hustlers, who considers him his private property. Johnny, fed up with how he's wasted his life so far, breaks off from Joe, which the latter will never forgive.
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Part of Johnny's change of direction comes from his girlfriend Tara (Alison Eastwood), a law student with high aspirations. Part of it comes from his guilt at not being around for his little brother Danny (Michael Rosenbaum, who really does look like he could be Callahan's brother), a hothead who is in danger of developing into a pool-hall lowlife himself.
Unfortunately, our hero keeps slipping off the no-pool wagon. Having squandered his formative years, the only honest jobs he can find are dull, low-paying, entry-level positions. Despite Tara's disapproval, Johnny can't resist his love for the game, the chance for easy money and the lure of the action, no matter how sleazy it may be.
When Tara takes him to a fancy party, he hustles her boss (Peter Mark Richman), impressing quirky retired millionaire Mike (Christopher Walken). Of course, Tara then tosses him out, and he is furious at his own macho backsliding.
Crises develop, and Johnny has to play once more--this time against Brad (Rick Schroder), Joe's new protégé.
Most of the film unfolds from Johnny's point of view--at times, he even narrates in voiceover--but, oddly, Callahan cuts away every now and then to scenes of Danny and his three buddies shooting the shit at a local diner. This back-and-forth structure diffuses the story's focus, particularly since the diner scenes feel like they've wandered in from a movie of a different genre--Old High School Pals Trying to Make the Transition to Adulthood While Hanging Around Talking About Sex.
For the most part, the film is technically smooth, although one scene in a pawnshop is badly edited in a way that any second-year film student would know how to avoid. And toward the end, the plot logistics begin to seem a little fishy: Desperate for cash, Johnny plays and loses; at which point more money keeps turning up to keep him in the game--vastly more money, in fact, than he needed in the first place. The characters' motivations follow a kind of tortured logic, but the mechanics still feel awkward.
The movie's strongest virtues are in the performances. As an actor, Callahan has a fairly compelling, brooding presence; he looks like a '50s rock star and emits a James Dean-ish angst. His underplaying is contrasted to Rosenbaum's tense, hyper energy. Palminteri effortlessly portrays a total villain, and Eastwood does the best she can in an underwritten, generic "girlfriend" part.
Every time Walken appears, the film cranks up a notch. Between this, Catch Me If You Can and the Spike Jonze Fatboy Slim video from a year or two ago, the guy is really on a roll. The film's high point is when Walken squares off against Palminteri--you can feel the actors having a blast.
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This winter season alone, Elijah's Promise issued more than 25 Code Blue advisories. A Code Blue means that extremely cold weather conditions, usually around 20 degrees, put the homeless at risk of being outdoors.
To eliminate the risk of weather-related deaths, Elijah's Promise and emergency rescue responders search for individuals in need of warmth and emergency responders also encourage the public to call the Homeless Hotline (2-1-1) if they see someone in need.
From here, Elijah's Promise is able to provide warmth and safety for those in need. Guests during a Code Blue are provided with blankets, hot coffee, necessities to wash-up, and clean undergarments.
Rachel Weston of Elijah's Promise said, "It is important to keep people safe in cold weather." A biblical passage regarding providing for others during the harshest of times serves as the origin of the Elijah's Promise name. Code Blue is just one testament to Elijah's Promises' hard work and dedication to New Brunswick and the surrounding communities.
Due to the large number of Code Blue instances this season, Elijah's Promise is in further need of the following items listed with their donation location and address…
Elijah's Promise Soup Kitchen, located at 18 Neilson Street:
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Under Pressure
So you might have guessed by now that the countdown is well and truly on with just a few days left until that all important due date, which usually bears no resemblance at all to the date one will actually give birth, but a date that nonetheless us expectant mothers cling to desperately in the hope that baby will arrive shortly before or on this magical date.
Well at the time of writing this, my due date is 2 weeks away – still.
2 weeks!
That's 14 days,
336 hours
20,160 minutes
1,209,600 seconds
Not that I am counting or anything . . . . .
It feels like every time I tick a day off on my calendar another one gets added at the other end.
Am I going to be pregnant forever?
I suppose because this is my 2nd pregnancy I feel like I am more in tune with every little niggle, every ache and every movement- no matter how slight, that may signal the beginning of labour.
Each night I go to bed wondering if tonight will be the night.
Husb seems to have suddenly galvanised himself into action. He has gone from 0-60 in no time at all.
Here was I, bag packed at 35 weeks, baby clothes washed and organised and in the bag ready to wear. Birth preferences in place. The Bears little overnight bag packed and ready for his little sleepover when mummy goes into hospital.
Everything sorted except for husbs bag – well he is a grown man he can surely pack his own grundys can't he?
Well it would seem not – that is, until 2 days ago when suddenly it was like something clicked inside his head and he realised that actually we were going to be having a baby in the pretty imminent future. (It appears to have only taken him 9 months to come to that conclusion).
So while I was catching up on my 'Home and Aways' I watched on as husb scurried around the house, randomly packing things here and there in an effort to be 'ready'.
He does not appear to travel light and somehow the little overnight bag that I have packed for the Bear seems to have morphed into a huge big red box of 'stuff' there is that much stuffed into the box I honestly couldn't begin to tell you what he has got in there. I daren't look.
I mean I tried to tell him that perhaps he didn't need to pack the Bears actual bed in there but he won't be told – men!
It is weird because prior to husb 'organising' to get us ready I was pretty calm about the whole thing, what will be will be I thought. I had my list of last-minute things to put into my bag and I was ready. However, since husb started getting involved with the organisation I have become more and more stressed out about the whole thing. Every time I go to bed I feel under pressure to wake up having popped out a baby.
It doesn't help that in addition to packing and unpacking and packing again like a maniac he keeps insisting on letting me know what the plan is for that particular night, who's on call that night, only for it all to change the next day as he unpacks the unused bag from the night before and re-asseses the plan (again).
Husbs efforts to make things easy and get us prepared have simply served to stress me out and make me feel properly out of control. Which to be fair I really could do without right now.
I reckon if I go overdue it is due to husb stressing me with his organisational efforts.
Anyway now that is off my chest I will go back to monitoring every single twinge until the time comes.
Don't mind me . . . .


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I thought it was funny when Arianne (I think) said the Twins just had good looks and straight teeth.
But yeah, I don't know quite what the obsession is with the Twins. Just play your own game, quit making alliances (having to get 8 seats on a flight seems insane, don't ya think?), and get there in the top third of the pack, and you'll be alright.


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Arrieta flirts with perfection, settles for win vs. Reds
Righty carries perfect game into seventh; Rizzo has another big night
CHICAGO -- Jake Arrieta was perfect through six innings, and then he had to run the bases.
Anthony Rizzo hit his 17th home run to back Arrieta, who struck out nine over seven innings to lift the Cubs to a 7-3 victory over the Reds on Tuesday night in front of 28,226 at Wrigley Field.
Arrieta was perfect through six, but he walked to open the Chicago sixth and was on the basepaths for quite some time -- even diving back to third when Rizzo singled to load the bases. He sported a skinned right knee to show for that effort.
The first batter Arrieta faced in the seventh, Billy Hamilton, broke up the pitcher's bid for history with a solid single to center.
"I was pretty gassed there, unfortunately," Arrieta said of the seventh. "It was a pretty humid night, long inning there in the sixth running the bases -- which really isn't all that tough in itself, but couple that with being on the mound and having that long layoff, it adds a little bit to it.
"For the most part, I was down with pretty much everything, commanding the ball where I wanted to and was able to do some good things tonight."
No Cubs pitcher has ever thrown a perfect game. In case you were wondering, the last no-hitter by a Cubs pitcher was Sept. 14, 2008, when Carlos Zambrano did so against the Astros at Miller Park.
Cubs manager Rick Renteria didn't talk to Arrieta after his escapades on the bases in the sixth.
"I didn't, because I hadn't been talking to him between innings," Renteria said.
So, the manager is superstitious?
"No, I'm not superstitious," Renteria said, "but I hadn't been doing it, so I wasn't going to start."
The Reds collected three hits off Arrieta, who now has given up 13 earned runs over 57 innings for a 2.05 ERA. The right-hander, who was slowed this spring because of tightness in his shoulder, has struck out 37 and walked five in his last five outings.
Both Arrieta and Reds starter Homer Bailey were dominant early, as neither team had a hit until Rizzo launched his home run into the basket rimming the right-center-field bleachers with two outs in the Chicago fourth. It was Rizzo's second long ball in as many games, and 14th since April 30, the most in the National League in that span. The slugger added a double as part of a three-hit night.
Welington Castillo hit an RBI double in the fifth for a 2-0 cushion. Arrieta then walked to lead off the sixth, and the Cubs eventually loaded the bases with one out. Bailey hit Starlin Castro on the right hand with a pitch to force in Arrieta and open a 3-0 lead. Bailey exited, and Nate Schierholtz greeted J.J. Hoover with a sacrifice fly to make it 4-0.
Bailey may have had the best scouting report on Arrieta. The two pitchers train together in the offseason.
"He's got outstanding stuff and he's on a hot roll right now," Bailey said of the Cubs starter. "Yeah, coming in you knew, especially if a guy is hot, just like a if a hitter is hot, they're tough to get out -- no matter what their numbers are. I knew going into it I had to put up some zeros."
After Hamilton singled to start the Reds seventh, Arrieta retired the next two batters, but he left a couple of cutters up and Devin Mesoraco hit an RBI single before scoring on Jay Bruce's double to cut the Cubs' lead in half. The two runs equaled the total number of runs Arrieta had given up in his four previous starts.
Castillo had missed all of Arrieta's June starts because the catcher was on the disabled list.
"One thing I told him before the game was, 'I don't want to change anything you've been doing -- just keep doing what you've been doing, because you've been throwing the ball really good,'" Castillo said. "The way that slider or cutter is -- whatever he wants to call it -- that's the key for him. When he has that going, he's really tough to hit."
Arrieta, acquired last July from the Orioles with Pedro Strop, could find himself moving up the Cubs' rotation charts if Jeff Samardzija and Jason Hammel are dealt at the Trade Deadline.
"The way I feel, I want to be pitching along with guys like Jeff and Jason and [Travis Wood] and Edwin Jackson," Arrieta said. "It's just how baseball goes -- there comes a point in your career when you're highly sought after. You do things the right way and they put themselves in a position to be targeted in a lot of trade talks. ... I've always wanted to pitch at a high level for whatever team I'm with. I feel I can continue to do so. I would like those two guys to be a part of it. That being said, I don't think that will be the case.
"The competitors we are, we want to go out there and pitch better than the guy before us. That's kind of the mentality that all of us have, and makes us pitch the way we have."
Carrie Muskat is a reporter for MLB.com. She writes a blog, Muskat Ramblings, and you can follow her on Twitter @CarrieMuskat. This story was not subject to the approval of Major League Baseball or its clubs.


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An undescended testicle, called cryptorchidism, happens in roughly two to five percent of all male births. It is more common for one testicle to be undescended than two. Both testicles generally descend into the scrotal sack before birth, or before the child is a few months old. In boys who have one or more undescended testicles, surgery may be necessary to move the testicle back where it belongs.
Surgery to correct an undescended testicle is performed to avoid fertility problems later on. Most surgeries are performed before the child reaches 15 months, but most often between the ages of three and six months. Most doctors believe that early correction leads to the best outcome.
During surgery, your child will receive general anaesthesia. He will not be able to eat or drink anything for several hours prior to the surgery. During surgery, his heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing will be carefully monitored.
The surgery itself involves using tiny cameras inserted through small incisions in the scrotum. The doctor will move the undescended testicle into the correct position and suture (stitch) it into place. If your child's testicle is not viable (dead), the surgeon will remove it. In this case, and in cases where there may be no testicle at all, your child can have an implant inserted later to mimic the appearance of an actual testicle where it should be.
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The guys over at ProFootballTalk have been running a vote to determine who belongs on the Mount Rushmore of individual NFL franchises.
The PFT staff nominated guys for each team that they allowed their readers to vote on. The four most popular names get their faces carved in virtual rock.
They released their results for the Cowboys and Redskins last night and will do the same for the Eagles and Giants this evening.
Here's the list of guys up for Mount Eagle:
Chuck Bednarik, Tom Brookshier, Jerome Brown, Harold Carmichael, Randall Cunningham, Brian Dawkins, Donovan McNabb, Andy Reid, Norm Van Brocklin, Steve Van Buren, Brian Westbrook and Reggie White.
You can get your last-second votes in for your favorite four by visiting PFT. The results will be revealed on the ProFootballTalk show on NBCSN tonight at 5.
To hype the vote, PFT Grand Poobah Mike Florio appeared on CSNPhilly.com's Lunch Break today to explain the vote and rile you up about Andy Reid and Donovan McNabb:
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CSN and Lunch Break will actually be running their own Mount Rushmore series for the remainder of the week with Roob Frank and the Phillies on Wednesday, Dei Lynam and the Sixers on Thursday and Panotch and the Flyers on Friday.
Pick a team: Who's carved into the side of your mountain?
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Nico & Vinz vs. Tinashe — The Boombox Battle
After three weeks at the top, Elle Varner's winning streak is over. And that's all thanks to newcomers Nico & Vinz. With their summer hit, 'Am I Wrong,' the Norwegian duo took a whopping 91.08 percent of the vote in this week's Boombox Battle and left Elle and her track, 'Don't Wanna Dance,' with only 8.92 percent.
'Am I Wrong' finds Nico and Vinz — born Nico Sereba and Vincent Dery — aiming to inspire with the mid-tempo track. Off their upcoming album, 'Black Star Elephant,' the pair sing from the heart and delve into finding one's identity on the dance groove.
"I ain't trying to what everybody else doing / Just cause everybody doing what they all do / If one thing, I know / I'll fall but I'll grow / I'm walking down this road of mine / This road that I call home," Vinz sings.
Going against the R&B duo this week is Tinashe's new track, 'In the Meantime.' With a fluid melody, T-Minus' bouncy beat and Tinashe's airy vocals, the song has a smooth sensuality that compliments her flirty lyrics. "In the meantime, f— in the meantime/ I need ya, but just for tonight, boy," she sings.
'In the Meantime' is a track off her upcoming debut album, 'Aquarius,' out Oct. 7.
Who will win this week? Will the life-affirming, positive song by Nico & Vinz run away with the fan vote again? Or will Tinashe entrance fans to go over to her side? Only you can decide. Vote for your favorite artist's song once per hour until the polls shut down on Tues., Aug. 26, at 10AM ET. Now get to it!
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Two artists and their respective songs compete against each other each week. The triumphant artist goes on to compete in the next The Boombox Battle. If an artist wins The Boombox Battle four times consecutively, their song will be honored in The Boombox Battle Hall of Fame.


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Nicola Benedetti to Release The Silver Violin, 2/19
Violin virtuoso Nicola Benedetti beautifully interprets music from the silver screen with her new album The Silver Violin, to be released on Decca in the U.S. on February 19, 2013. Named Female Artist of the Year 2012 by The Classical Brits, the stunning Benedetti is a rising star internationally. Upon its release in the UK in the fall of 2012, The Silver Violin vaulted immediately into the top of the pop charts, outselling pop star Justin Bieber and performing better than any other classical album in that country in 20 years. The success has been critical as well as commercial, with notices from the likes ofThe Observer who raved, "The lush, romantic sound of Hollywood suits her well," while The Times praised her "gleaming high register." Appealing to music lovers of all genres, Benedetti also recently shared the stage with A-list superstars including Andrea Bocelli and Rod Stewart among others.
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'Sarge' Brown, former Vail mountain manager, dies
Bill "Sarge" Brown, a former mountain manager of Vail Mountain, died Sunday.
He was 85 years old.
Brown died Sunday at his home in Grand Junction.
Funeral arrangements are being handled by the Callahan-Edfast Mortuary.
After Brown joined the U.S. Army in 1942, he was stationed at Camp Hale in Colorado and became a member of the 10th Mountain Division. He retired from the Army in 1966 as a senior sergeant major. Upon his retirement, Brown was invited to become Vail's mountain manager. He was inducted into the Ski and Snowboard Hall of Fame in 1982.
Brown was known for his meticulous attention to detail and expectation of excellence from the people around him. Pat Peeples, owner of Peeples Ink, which handles media relations for Vail, recalled the first encounter she had with Brown, early in her career. She was five minutes late for a Monday morning staff meeting.
"Young lady," Brown said to her, interrupting the meeting, "If you are less than five minutes early for one of my meetings, you are late," Peeples recalled fondly. "I was never late again."
Brown set the standard for the resort.
"Very rigid to work for, but there wasn't a person out there that didn't respect him and everything he stood for," she said.


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China's top three airlines, China Southern Airlines Ltd (NYSE: ZNH, SHA: 600029, HKG: 1055), China Eastern Airlines Corp (NYSE: CEA, SHA: 600115, HKG: 0670) and Air China Ltd (SHA: 601111, HKG: 0753) have all denied that they will merge their cargo transport divisions. It had been reported that the carriers were working to incorporate all cargo services into China Eastern Airlines' China Cargo Airlines.
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It's official: The AP says Will Smith has arrived in Beijing, China to begin production on his remake of the 1980s movie "The Karate Kid". The remake will be called "Kung Fu Kid", and will star Smith's kid Jaden as the titular kid, and Jackie Chan as the old Chinese guy handyman who acts goofy but is secretly a kung fu master who teaches the kid how to defend himself from some bullies. Then the kid uses his newfound abilities to pick up chicks, much to the old guy's horror. Hey, he is a Smith, after all. Taraji P. Henson will play his cinematic mom.
Work pressures cause a single mother moves to China with her young son; in his new home, the boy embraces karate, taught to him by a master of the self-defense form.
The remake will be directed by Harald Zwart, who last helmed "The Pink Panther 2", and before that, "One Night at McCool's". Steve Conrad, who last penned the elder Smith's "The Pursuit of Happyness", recently did a polish on the script.
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A professional photographer based in Boston, Josh Kuchinsky specializes in architectural photography but has a trained eye that can bring quiet force to images of all genres. He creates photographs that communicate the design, intent and philosophy of any space.
Josh has always had a great appreciation for the arts. He grew up, literally, surrounded by it. His mother, an accomplished artist, decorated the walls of the home she designed with her mixed-media installations. After graduating from West Virginia University, Josh continued his studies at the New England School of Photography where he graduated in 2006 with honors in architectural photography.


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Garlic (Everona)
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- Everona Dairy
- Country
- United States
- Region
- Virginia
- Size
- 4" tall, 9" diameter; or 3" tall, 4" diameter
- Weight
- 6 – 7 lbs
- Website
- www.everonadairy.com
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- Sheep
- Classification
- Firm
- Rennet
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- Rind
- Washed
It is rare indeed that a dog began a dairy, but that is exactly what happened in the case of Everona Dairy. At a Food Festival in 1992, the late Dr. Patricia (Pat) Elliot came upon a demonstration of the skills of Border Collies and was so impressed, she took a puppy home with her. Soon it became obvious that the dog needed something to keep occupied, and what is the best thing to keep a Border Collie occupied? Sheep. So, sheep were purchased and in time began to drain the good doctor's bank account. In an effort to have the sheep pay for themselves, Dr. Elliot began milking them with a view to developing a cheesemaking operation.
Whereas some people might be daunted by the prospect of taking on an additional new cheesemaking career with no previous knowledge of sheep or making cheese, Dr. Elliot was undeterred. A medical doctor who had raised seven children and adopted two others, while simultaneously putting herself through medical school, she was well equipped with the determination to teach herself how to make cheese. Pat was also a life-long DIYer and, after reading books on the topic, at age 67 took classes at the University of Wisconsin to learn the scientific side of cheese making.
By 1996, she had also travelled to Greece for further education. While it took a long time to reach the skill-level necessary to produce great cheese, in 2005 the ACS awarded Everona's Piedmont with its top honors in the Farmhouse Sheep's milk cheese category. Until her death in 2013 at age 85, Dr. Elliot continued to practice medicine as well as helping to run the Dairy with her son, Brian, and daughter-in-law, Carolyn.
Using Piedmont as the base cheese for this riff on the original, Garlic is a raw milk cheese produced in limited quantities, and only periodically. It has a light orange rind, the product of washes in a brine solution, covering a pale cream-colored paste with small eyes sprinkled throughout. The number pressed into its side is the batch number that the cheese was produced in. With Piedmont at its core, Garlic has a nutty sweetness that underlies the intense garlic flavor. It has a rich semi-firm to firm texture.
Tasting Notes
With the intense garlic flavor of this cheese, big, bold red wines with firm tannins are best. Try it with Spanish Rioja or Italian reds that use Tempranillo grapes or a good Cabernet Sauvignon. Darker beers such as stouts are highly recommended as well. This is the cheese to cook with if you like garlic. So, whether it is melted over ripe tomatoes and arugula on an open faced sandwich, into a béchamel sauce for garlic Mac n' Cheese, or mixed with Mozzarella on top of pizza, it adds that extra punch.


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O Tanenbaum! As talk turns to holiday party dressing, at least there's one Christmas tree that will be exceptionally well-dressed. Mary Katrantzou, the acclaimed Greek-born, London-based fashion designer, lends her eye to Design Museum for the season.
Perhaps taking her cue from Coachella's visions of Tupac, the designer's 'tree' is actually a 2-dimensional projection on the Museum's outer wall, a vision of Katrantzou's kaleidoscopic fall/winter collection prints – formal garden photographs and repeating designs from mazes, in this case adorned in virtual Lesage embroidery and Swarovski crystals.
Environmentally friendly, too, since there's no dried out tree to kick to the curb, come January.
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It started as a tribute to her mother. • When Iris Raie began writing a cookbook with her son Michael, she just wanted to preserve her mother's recipes. Today, their self-published No Place Like Home: Southern Cooking With a Latin Flair (Tate Publishing, $21.99) is allowing them to share their recipes worldwide. • For the Raies, the cookbook was a chance to remember their past and inspire readers to create their own memories over shared meals. The recipes in the book bring back memories of Iris' mother, Lillie Pope, who always said she won her husband's heart through her chicken and yellow rice. It must have worked, because they were married for 50 years, Iris says.
Iris, 60, filled her cookbook with the Southern and Latin recipes she learned growing up in Tampa with an Italian mother who loved Latin food and a father with a taste for Southern cooking, such as fried chicken and collard greens.
When Iris was a young girl, she would come home after school to the smell of garlic, onion and green peppers. Sometimes their small house was filled with the aroma of a just-baked sour cream pound cake. Her mother was always creating something, and every night, she gathered her family around the dinner table together, a tradition Iris continues for her own family.
For her, sharing food is a way of showing love. That, too, is something she learned from her mother, who always invited neighbors or acquaintances to holiday dinners. Iris continues that tradition.
"I've never known anybody to leave here hungry," Michael says.
From an early age, Michael inherited his mother's love of cooking. One morning she awoke to find 4-year-old Michael standing on a chair, frying bacon on a gas stove. He asked for an Easy-Bake Oven when he was 7. Michael discusses olive oil, garlic and seasoning with the same passion as his mother.
Iris says the family finds comfort in food — such as a bowl of okra stew or a warm apple crisp — especially when tragedy shakes their world. She lost a son in 1997, and her husband suffered a disabling stroke in 2000.
Iris and Michael, 26, bonded over the cookbook. They re-created and recorded old family recipes that they knew only from memory. In their peach-colored kitchen with white cabinets, they cooked and laughed and forgot their troubles for a time. Their four cats watched, providing a rapt audience. Friendly, a 16-year-old Maine Coon, is particularly fond of Iris' rum cake.
Sometimes, Iris says, she woke up Michael in the middle of the night to cook a recipe with her.
"We don't get much sleep around here," Michael says wryly.
But the lack of sleep was worth it. As she wrote the cookbook, Iris felt closer to her mother, remembering half-forgotten recipes from her childhood. "I feel like mother's speaking to me," she says.
The finished cookbook includes simple recipes for appetizers, breakfasts, salads, entrees and desserts. It's available through local bookstores and online at amazon.com, sears.com and tatepublishing.com.
This won't be their last cookbook, she says, outlining ambitious plans to write at least 15. The next book on their list is a holiday cookbook, which will have recipes for 16 holidays, including Hanukkah and Cinco de Mayo, and should be finished by fall 2011. They hope to have a cooking show someday. For now, they've been busy marketing their cookbook at Epcot's Food and Wine Festival and various book signings, appearing on TV shows and doing cooking demonstrations at the Rolling Pin in Brandon, where they will be Thursday (see box for information).
It was her mother's memory that prompted Iris to write. But now she realizes that writing a cookbook is something she has always wanted to do, ever since she was in junior high school and put together a book of international recipes. For Iris, cooking is both a link to her family and a rewarding hobby.
"I dream of cooking," she says.
Freelance writer Emily Young is a student in the journalism and media studies program at the University of South Florida St. Petersburg.


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Styling isn't just for amping up your outfit.
Over the last few years, the concept of styling the home has gotten popular.
Making this happen is the rise in home decorating and makeover reality shows and glossy magazines that demonstrate how people can add panache to their home by simply putting together a well-curated collection of accessories.
Shops have followed suit, offering artier, edgier and certainly more modern home furnishings and accessories than seen in decades past.
With inspiration in abundance and greater access to resources, people have embraced home styling to spruce up the little spaces of their apartment.
Here's how you can cop the same strategies that the professionals use and add some sophistication to your home—making it wonderful to live in, look at, and lounge in with family and friends.
Your entranceway
The small space of your foyer allows you to showcase your personality and style with just a few pieces. It also gives friends and family a little welcome, with subtle touches like an umbrella rack, a mirror or a collection of personal photographs.
Style your foyer with these essentials that can be found in a variety of styles that fit your own decorating preferences.
· Table. A wide entrance allows you to opt for a long console table that can sit flush to the wall opposite your main entrance, while a smaller space can look even cozier with a small-sized round table that will fit your entryway.
· Lighting. Setting lamps over a console or partnering a small round table with an elegant floor lamp allows you to set the mood in your entrance. Positioning some candles where there is space is also a great way to welcome guests.
· Mirror. Whether you hang a large frame on the wall, or opt to fit a small one in amidst a collage of paintings or photographs, having a mirror at your entrance is a great way to give yourself a final check before leaving the house.
· Tray or plate. Drop off your keys or loose change in a dish by your entrance and they'll never go missing again!
Your coffee table
Take a second look at your coffee table. Are your decorative pieces in need of an upgrade? Should you switch up the (unread) books you stack on it? Have your artificial flowers become dusty? Here are a few ideas to freshen up your coffee table toppers.
· Plants. Fresh flowers may seem like a hassle, especially for everyday living, but consider picking up a bouquet at the supermarket or even some potted orchids at the nearby plant shop when you have guests coming over. Having fresh flowers shows you put effort into sprucing up your home to make it more welcoming.
· Candles. They always add a freshness to any room—try to stick to subtle scents that won't mask the aromas of the food you're about to serve!
· Books. Have a good mix of standard coffee table books, personal photo albums or even some hardbound editions you can't live without. The books you put on display say a lot about your personality!
· Accent pieces. Conversation starters sometimes come in the form of an old antique piece, a fun souvenir from your travels, or a special photograph.
Slideshow: Design bloggers' decorating obsessions for 2013
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Tiles for every room in your home
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Organizing a home movie theater
Have any home and organizing questions for the author? Email her at firstname.lastname@example.com
Chinggay Labrador is a freelance writer and stylist, contributing articles on beauty, lifestyle and design to local magazines. Her background in architecture has her profiling trends and homes throughout the region. A travel junkie who likes to frequent Japan and Korea, Chinggay is the former editor-in-chief of Sparkling, a quarterly K-Pop publication and is also the author of "Popped and Popped, Too," books based on the fun, frivolity and friendship centered on Korean Pop music.


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Following Tuesday's WWE SmackDown tapings in Toledo, Ohio, the WWE has added a new match to the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view that takes place on Sunday, Feb. 23 at the Target Center in Minneapolis, and has also rounded out the field for the big six-man match for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship.
According to WrestlingInc.com, at Tuesday's tapings Antonio Cesaro defeated Dolph Ziggler with the Cesaro Swing and Neutralizer to earn his spot in the six-man Elimination Chamber match while his tag partner wasn't as lucky since Jack Swagger lost to Christian to give the returning superstar the final spot in the match.
With those two added to the match, the final six-man field for the Chamber includes WWE World Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton, John Cena, Daniel Bryan, Sheamus and the newly added Antonio Cesaro and Christian.
The WWE also added a six-man tag team match to the show as it was announced on SmackDown that The Shield will take on The Wyatt Family at the Elimination Chamber. The conflict between both parties began when The Wyatts ran down to the ring during The Shield's match with Cena, Bryan and Sheamus on RAW and attacked Cena to cause a disqualification and cost The Shield a spot in the Chamber match.
On SmackDown, Triple H told The Shield to sweep their problems with The Wyatts under the rug, but when they refused he made the match for the Elimination Chamber.
This match was one of three rumored matches that were going to be added to the card and it was the first to be confirmed. One of the other rumored matches was going to pit CM Punk vs. Kane in a singles match to work off their storyline at the Royal Rumble and bridge into a Punk vs. Triple H match at WrestleMania XXX on April 6 in New Orleans at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome.
Now that reports have circulated that CM Punk has quit the company, it seems as though the WWE has no choice but to scrap that match and it looks like Bryan may take on Triple H at the biggest show of the year instead of Punk.
The other rumored match for the event is between Batista and Alberto Del Rio, since the two of them have been feuding ever since it was announced that "The Animal" would return.
The Elimination Chamber is just over four weeks away at the Target Center in Minneapolis.