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Effingham Motel
In a 50's style motor lodge, The Effingham Motel is available to all guests, but geared toward long-term occupancy.
Fairfield Inn & Suites - Effingham
Fairfield Inn & Suites offers comfortable guest rooms for both business and leisure travelers. Free continental breakfast, including fresh-brewed coffee, cereal and fresh fruit, is available each morning. Free HSIA access. All rooms include microwaves and mini-refrigerators. Fairfield Inn & Suites also has a 1,890-square foot conference area, which is perfect for meetings and events with up to 85 people. Features include one large room, which can be divided, 68 hotel rooms on location.
The Freeze
Offers burgers, fries and many other items including ice cream treats.
Lexington Inn & Suites - Effingham
Offers meeting rooms, non-smoking & smoking rooms/suites, pet friendly, free breakfast, pool & spa, and free internet.
Buffalo Wild Wings
Buffalo Wild Wings offers lunch and dinner. It includes an atmosphere great for any sporting event or family gathering.
Hong Kong House - Charleston
Chinese restaurant with full menu - dine-in, carry-out or delivery.
Rodeway Inn - Effingham
Rodeway offers standard amenities, along with microwaves, refrigerators, coffee makers, and cable television. Whirlpool bathtubs, sofa sleepers and spacious work desks are available in some rooms. A continental breakfast is also provided.
Effingham Farmer's Market
Effingham Farmer's Market includes tons of fresh and local foods, handmade crafts and live music each Saturday from 8 a.m. to noon. Buy local and help support our community!
D & J Cafe
Homestyle cafe offering full menu.
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Moonshine Store
The Moonshine Store is situated at a country crossroads near the town of Martinsville, IL. It is an adventure in itself just finding the place. What makes it special is the unique atmosphere of this little country store that is home to the famous "Moonburger". It has been featured on the CBS Morning Show. It is a "must stop" location for travelers with its guest book logging visitors from all 50 states and around the world. In April 2014, a new record was set where 3,251 burgers were served during a major motorcycle rally, the Moonshine Lunch Run.
World's Largest Knitting Needles and Crochet Hook
The World's Largest Knitting Needles and Crochet Hook are located inside The Yarn Studio in downtown Casey, Illinois. In order to make it in to the Guinness Book of World Records shop owner, Jeanette Huisinga, had to knit and crochet a 10X10 square with the largest tools. Knitting Needles are 13ft .75in and 25 pounds each. Crochet Hook measures at 6ft. 1.5in and weight is 9lbs.
Equal parts of hard rock, heavy metal and Southern rock, Jackyl brought back rock'n'roll to its down-to-earth, wild, fun-loving origins...And back to the Effingham Performance Center. Jackyl is also full of spit and swagger and a "dirty" sense of humor. The band is best known for its song "The Lumberjack," which features a chainsaw solo by lead singer Jesse James Dupree. Jesse James Dupree is also featured on truTV's hit show Full Throttle Saloon.
Blessing of the Bikes
People should meet at the Harley Barn, located in Effingham, at 8 a.m. From there they will travel through Effingham and make their way to the Cross to have their bikes blessed. Please contact the Harley Barn for more information.
Night Ranger
It all started when five hard-rockin' kids joined forces in the early 80's to form Night Ranger. Hit songs include "Sister Christian," "When You Close Your Eyes," and the anthemic "(You Can Still) Rock America." The band just released their new studio album, HIGH ROAD and features classic Night Ranger feel-good, high-energy rock'n'roll. The band is very excited to be headed back on the road to share their music with fans and they are headed to Effingham! With 30 plus years and more than 17 million albums sold worldwide, Night Ranger has proven they can still "Rock In America"!! Doors will open at 7 p.m. and the night will be rocked away at 8 p.m.
Torchlight Halloween Hike, Pumpkin Carving and Wiener Roast
Enjoy Lincoln Log Cabin in the dark! We will start at the Visitor Center for a bonfire and wiener roast. Bring out your best carved pumpkin by 4:30 pm and visitors will judge the best carvings and prizes will be awarded. You will also want to hike the paths between our historic farms by torchlight to hear storytellers in the Lincoln Cabin and Sargent House there to entertain guests with seasonal stories. To benefit the educational and interpretation programs of Lincoln Log Cabin, the Foundation will be selling hot dogs and s'mores for you to roast over an open fire.
My Heart in a Suitcase
ArtsPower's presentation of My Heart in a Suitcase is a dramatic adaptation of Anne Lehmann Fox's courages autobiographical account. Forced to leave her family in order to escape 1938 Nazi-controlled Germany, Anne struggles to bring meaning to a world filled with violence and hatred, and must learn to rely on her own courage and the generosity of others to survive. My Heart in a Suitcase is a gripping, poignant and dramatic tribute to the power of love and the strength of the human spirit to triumph over unimaginable hardship. This show is great for children in 4th to 8th grade. It not only teaches them about a world wide lesson, but also shows them how to treat one another. Doors open at 9 a.m. and the show will start at 10 a.m.
Lynn Anderson
in her four decade long career, Lynn Anderson has recieved countless accolades and awards including CMA Female Vocalist of the Year, Billboard's Artist of the Decade, and a Grammy Award. Her sophisticated image and "countrypolitan" sound helped her become one of the first performers to receive mass crossover success in country and pop music, spearheaded by her breakthrough song "Rose Garden". Today Lynn continues entertaining her audiences with no sign of slowing down! Doors will open at 6:30 p.m. and she is set to rock the stage at 7:30 p.m.
Alexander and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Have you ever had a really rotten day? Alexander has.. Laugh and sing along with this hilarious musical adaptation of Judith Viorst's classic children's book, presented by Two Beans Productions, and discover along with Alexander that sometimes, every one of us has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. The show is about an hour long and is great for children from kindergarten to third grade. It covers arts, literature-based, music, relationships and family which is a great learning experience for children. Doors will open at 9 a.m. and this show will start at 10 a.m.
The Church Basement Ladies in The Last Potluck Supper
The Last Potluck Supper is the fifth and last installment in the popular comedy series The Church Basement Ladies, based on the books by Janet Letnes Martin and Suzann Nelson. The ladies meet in the kitchen to prepare for the church's Centennial Celebration and, through a series of flashbacks, share memories of the last 100 years. Though times are tough in the community, through the grace, hilarity and antics of their stories, the ladies manage to get through it all with a laugh!! Please note that there will be two different times the show will be performed. The first performance will be at 2 p.m. with doors opening at 1 p.m. And the second performance will be at 7:30 p.m. with doors opening at 6:30 p.m.
Annual Bluegrass Jam
It's bluegrass time again at the Lincoln Log Cabin State Historic Site, with both fans and performers gathering on Sunday from 11 a.m. - 4 p.m. Musicians from Illinois and Indiana will converge at the site for a day of jamming with informal groups playing along the creek throughout the day. The site's volunteers will be serving hamburgers, hot dogs and more with proceeds benefit the historical and interpretive programs at the site. Anyone with a love of this unique style of music is welcome to join one of the many the groups playing in the park.
Sheep to Clothing at Lincoln Log Cabin
Discover how raw wool from the Lincolns' own sheep is turned into finished cloth for use on the farmstead. Watch interpreters as they weave on the site's mid-nineteenth century Sargent and Martin looms, replicating a period coverlet on one loom and weaving "jean cloth" on the other. After the wool is shorn, visitors are encouraged to participate in the hands-on demonstrations including, sorting and washing the wool, teasing and carding it for spinning, and finally spinning the wool into yarn where some of it will end up being knit into items following nineteenth-century patterns. Interpreters and volunteers will also demonstrate dyeing and felting and will showcase the final step in the process where woolen jean cloth is sewn to make pants for Mr. Lincoln.
World's Largest Horseshoe
Weighing in at 1,144 lbs and measuring 5'8" by 4' 5/8", this horseshoe is sure to bring good luck to all that visit. The Martinsville Horseshoe gained its Guinness Book of World Record status in 2013. The horseshoe stands at the entrance to the Martinsville fairgrounds.
Don't miss the queen pageant and free barbecue Friday night in addition to great entertainment all weekend, car show and more.
Our American Cousin and the Assassination of President Lincoln
Lincoln Log Cabin State Historic Site will commemorate the 150th anniversary of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln with a production of "Our American Cousin." Audience members will watch the play as seen by the president that evening, then follow along through the tragic moments of the assassination and its aftermath before ending with a journey back to the Goosenest Prairie, home of the president's beloved step-mother, Sarah Lincoln. Audience members will experience the cultural offerings of 19th-century American theatre and be able imagine the grief and horror of a nation's response to Lincoln's murder, and closer to home - the grief of the president's Coles County kin. Directed by Earl Halbe, volunteers will recreate the play President and Mrs. Lincloln attended that fateful evening when the president's life was tragically taken by the assasin John Wilkes Booth. During these dates the site will feature "Draped in Mourning", an examination of mourning customs of the 19th century.
Effingham Artisan Fair
Downtown is transformed into an art gallery with works from over 40 artists, on display for purchase. Artwork for sale includes oil paintings, pottery, jewelry, and sculptures. Several artists will demonstrate their craft at the event. As part of the event, the Artisan Fair features wine and beer tasting. There will be approximately ten regional wineries and several different craft beers available for tasting. This event will open from 12 – 5 p.m. Other activities include the 5K Run and Walk, Kids Korner, sidewalk chalk art, "Can Do Art," food fair (including Gabby Goat, IGA, Sausage Haus, Doris Yoder's Kitchen, The Cookie Jar and Tropical Sno) and live musical entertainment at the gazebo. The Historic Court House Museum will be open for tours.
Moccasin Creek Festival
Moccasin Creek Festival is an annual 3-day music festival, which typically celebrates other arts and crafts as well. It takes place at beautiful Lake Sara in Summit Township, just west of Effingham, Illinois. The founder of Moccasin Creek Festival is Bill (Poss) Passalacqua, an Effingham native who has built his life around writing, performing and promoting music. Folk, bluegrass, alternative country, roots rock, and blues - "Americana" music. This is what MCF is all about - in an outdoor setting, using a venue with great acoustics, at a beautiful time of year.
Funfest for Air-Cooled VW
FunFest for Air-Cooled VW's is MidAmerica Motorworks way of saying "Thank You" to all VW enthusiasts. The three day event is the best Air-Cooled enthusiasts party anywhere. Expect to see more than 1,000 VW's and 8, 000 enthusiasts. Enjoy seminars, races, vendors and more! And don't forget about the concert on Saturday night! It's sure to be a fun event! Stop by our Effingham Tourism tent at the MAM grounds for a free souvenir picture!
Big Earl's Extreme Race
Big Earl's Extreme Race is a 3+ mile obstacle run in Effingham. There are seven different wave times with over 15 obstacles and all participants will recieve a free hot dog and beer or soda.
Corvette Funfest
What started out as a customer appreciation party in 1994 is now the largest Corvette party in the world! Join more than 14,000 Corvettes at this four-day celebration with expert seminars, awards, burn-out wars, product displays, fashion shows, Corvette Clubs, a Swap Fest, live entertainment and, of course, Corvettes!
Mid-August Meltdown
Sprint : 1/4 mile swim, 13 mile bike, 3.1 mile run. Out and back on the bike and run. A few rolling hills on the bike, but the run is completely flat. Fast course on Lake Sara! $100 Cash Prize to Overall Male and Female. $75 Cash Prize to 2nd Overall Male and Female. $50 Cash Prize to 3rd Overall Male and Female
Don Williams
Called the "Gentle Giant" because of his unique blend of commanding presence and laid-back style, Williams has received an induction into the Country Music Hall of Fame. He continues to fill a special role as an international ambassador for American country and pop music. See him live at 8 p.m.
Kellie Pickler
Kellie Pickler returns to the stage at the Effingham Performance Center May 2 at 8 p.m.
Kansas City BBQ State Championship
Legacy's Kansas City BBQ Championship is back! Be sure to bring out the family and bring along friends for some good ol' BBQ! For a change of scenery, this event will be held in downtown Effingham on Friday night.


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Amputation, Foot and Ankle, Orthopaedic Surgery, Orthopaedics
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Colonel James Ficke, M.D., is Robert O. Robinson Professor of Orthopaedic Surgery at the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine and director of the Department of Orthopaedic Surgery. He is also orthopaedist-in-chief of The Johns Hopkins Hospital. He is nationally renowned as an expert on the treatment of complex foot and ankle patients, lower extremity trauma patients and amputees.
Dr. Ficke received his M.D. from Uniformed Services University of Health Sciences in 1987. He completed a transitional internship at Madigan Army Medical Center, and finished his residency in orthopaedic surgery at Tripler Army Medical Center. He also completed an AO fellowship in Trauma in Munich Germany, and a foot and ankle fellowship in Dallas, Texas.
Prior to his current position, Dr. Ficke was chairman of the Department of Orthopaedics and Rehabilitation at the San Antonio Military Medical Center. He also served the U.S. Army Surgeon General as the senior advisor on policy and personnel for orthopaedics and extremity injuries for seven years.
During his deployment as deputy commander of clinical services at the 228th Combat Support Hospital in Mosul, Iraq, from 2004 to 2005, he was the senior orthopedic surgeon, treating more than 600 U.S. soldiers and Iraqi patients for war injuries.
Dr. Ficke has received numerous awards for his skills as a surgeon and educator, as well as two dozen military decorations and awards including the Bronze Star and Meritorious Service Medals. His service earned him the Society of Military Orthopaedic Surgeons' prestigious 2010 Colonel Brian Allgood Memorial Leadership Award, and The Surgeon General''s 2010 Major General Lewis Aspey Mologne Award.
He has served as the co-chair of the Extremity War Injury Symposium sponsored by the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons since 2005.
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American College of Surgeons, 2012 - Present
American Orthopaedic Association, 2006 - Present
Orthopaedic Trauma Association, 2006 - Present
American Orthopaedic Foot and Ankle Society, 1998 - Present
AO Alumni Association, 1993 - Present
Society of Military Orthopaedic Surgeons, 1993 - Present
American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons, 1990 - Present
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- Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences (Bethesda MD ) (1987)
- Tripler Army Medical Center / Orthopaedic Surgery (Honolulu HI ) (1994)
- Baylor University Medical Center (Dallas TX ) (2000)
- Klinikum Rechts der Isar (Munich) (1993)
- Orthopaedic Surgery, American Board of Orthopaedic Surgery (2006)
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Research Summary
Over the course of his career, Dr. Ficke has focused much of his research and practice on amputation and limb salvage, and the treatment of foot and ankle trauma and post-traumatic arthritis.
Selected Publications View all on PubMed
- Andersen RC, D'Alleyrand JC, Swiontkowski MF, Ficke JR; Extremity War Injuries VIII Session Moderators. "Extremity war injuries VIII: sequelae of combat injuries." J Am Acad Orthop Surg. 2014 Jan;22(1):57-62. doi: 10.5435/JAAOS-22-01-57.
- Lawnick MM, Champion HR, Gennarelli T, Galarneau MR, D'Souza E, Vickers RR, Wing V, Eastridge BJ, Young LA, Dye J, Spott MA, Jenkins DH, Holcomb J, Blackbourne LH, Ficke JR, Kalin EJ, Flaherty S. "Combat injury coding: A review and reconfiguration." J Trauma Acute Care Surg. 2013 Oct;75(4):573-81. doi: 10.1097/TA.0b013e3182a53bc6.
- Zielinski SM, Keijsers NL, Praet SF, Heetveld MJ, Bhandari M, Wilssens JP, Patka P, Van Lieshout EM; FAITH Trial Investigators. "Femoral neck shortening after internal fixation of a femoral neck fracture." Orthopedics. 2013 Jul; 36(7):e849-58. doi: 10.3928/01477447-20130624-13.
- Moore JH, Goffar SL, Teyhen DS, Pendergrass TL, Childs JD, Ficke JR. "The role of U.S. military physical therapists during recent combat campaigns." Phys Ther. 2013 Sep; 93(9):1268-75. doi: 10.2522/ptj.20120136. Epub 2013 May 2.
- Doukas WC, Hayda RA, Frisch HM, Andersen RC, Mazurek MT, Ficke JR, Keeling JJ, Pasquina PF, Wain HJ, Carlini AR, MacKenzie EJ. "The Military Extremity Trauma Amputation/Limb Salvage (METALS) study: outcomes of amputation versus limb salvage following major lower-extremity trauma." J Bone Joint Surg Am. 2013 Jan 16; 95(2):138-45. doi: 10.2106/JBJS.K.00734.
Academic Affiliations & Courses +
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COL Brian Allgood Award for Military Orthopaedic Leadership, 2010
US Army Surgeon General''s MG Louis A. Mologne Award, 2010
Order of St Maurice - Legionaire #02018, 2007
Order of Military Medical Merit #6921, 2004
Outstanding Outside Faculty Educator, 2003
Outstanding Outside Faculty Educator, 2001
Outstanding Resident Educator, 1994
Professional Activities
Leadership Development Committee, American Orthopaedic Association
Central Program Committee, American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons
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LocationsThe Johns Hopkins Hospital600 N. Wolfe StreetSheikh Zayed TowerBaltimore, MD 21287Phone: 410-955-3870Appointment Phone: 443-997-2663Location MapJohns Hopkins Outpatient Center601 N. Caroline StreetBaltimore, MD 21287Phone: 410-955-3870Appointment Phone: 443-997-2663Location MapJohns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center4940 Eastern AvenueBaltimore, MD 21224Phone: 410-502-1714Appointment Phone: 443-997-2663Location Map
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Good to here. I use Kubuntu for Now almost 3 year(Ubuntu and Linux for 5 years) and like KDE much much more then Gnome 2/3/Unity or others. Hope this decision will bring good to Kubuntu.
Phoronix: Kubuntu Gets New Backer, Parting Ways With Canonical
While some KDE users running Kubuntu were concerned following Canonical's decision to drop support for Kubuntu following the 12.04 LTS release, there's a new backer of the Kubuntu project outside of Canonical...
Good to here. I use Kubuntu for Now almost 3 year(Ubuntu and Linux for 5 years) and like KDE much much more then Gnome 2/3/Unity or others. Hope this decision will bring good to Kubuntu.
What exactly does Blue Systems do? I've Googled them briefly and found 2 Blue Systems and the relavent one's website didn't mention any business, just links to projects that they sponsored.
Great news. Kubuntu can exist as a community driven distribution, but it's great it will be sponsored by some company.
(And there are also at least two other companies registered at the same address.)
kubuntu wasn't exactly a polished distro. it was thrown together. coupled with the clusterfuck nature of kde4, it was a rough combo.
Well, I found that Mint KDE edition was just hordes more polished and less likely to bork on any systems I tried.
On the Acer Eee-book Happy I have (a regular 10" netbook with single core atom, 1GiB ram, 250GB disk), Ubuntu was randomly sluggish, and generally unusable. Kubuntu ran better, but integration stuff felt very incomplete. But Mint KDE edition ran smoothly, and perfectly. Very smoothly infact!
It is odd, that the "Heavyweight" KDE ended up running the fastest on such a weak machine.
Hearing that Kubuntu is now going to be working with the same group as Mint KDE, only good things can come from this :-)
I'm glad to hear Johnathan Riddell will be continuing his work on Kubuntu. Not that I know him, but have been aware of the tremendous amount of work he puts into Kubuntu.


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Fairer Than Ivory, Silver, or Pearls
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Cursed Queen of Angmar, The: 23. Devolution
For the meeting with Ferion the King insisted that they wear their most spectacular robes and resplendent jewels. Ariashal knew just which gown that would be. She chose a grand forest green velvet, enriched with gold embroidery and pearls. Even the white brocade under-dress was heavy with the glow of tiny pearls set in gold. For once the King abandoned his favored black for a stunning set of vivid blue and gold robes; its huge sleeves dragged on the ground. Over it he wore the fabulous chains and jewels from Carn Dum. As they made their way to the meeting, surrounded by the black-clad guards of Angmar, light from the high windows reflected off their jewels and finery. Together it seemed they would outshine the very sun of Rhudaur.
Ferion waited for them in his throne room, flanked by his own unkempt guards. Their own portable thrones were set up opposite his; their own table was laid between them; their own carpets graced the floor beneath their feet. As they entered the room Ferion had the good grace to stand for receiving them. It was the first time, Ariashal noted ruefully, that he had treated them with the deference due their rank. Ferion had on the same drab clothes worn the day before. From the stains on the front she wondered if he ever took them off.
She waited while the King helped her to her seat. As carefully as possible she adjusted the heavy skirts so that the velvet would not crush too badly. The King settled next to her before placing his gloved hands on the table.
"Your guards may be dismissed," began Ferion. "There is nothing to fear from me."
"I prefer that they stay."
Ariashal watched her brother. If he was disappointed that the guards were staying, he managed to hide it well.
"Very well. I suppose we should begin. It would please me to no end if you let me take your daughter as wife for my grandson. It would further unite our kingdoms, and our families."
The King drew a long breath.
"Well?" demanded Ferion.
"Is it the custom in Rhudaur for one to be so blunt when dealing with his liege lord?"
Ferion drew back as if he had been slapped. "Why--what do you mean?"
"The journey to Rhudaur represents a not inconsiderable expenditure of time and effort. Surely the least you could do is enquire after our well-being before launching into affairs of state."
Ferion shifted uncomfortably in his throne. "I know that you are a busy man. I would not want to impede you in any way."
"As I said, I have already spent a great of time in getting here. I do not intend to leave immediately."
"I thought you would wish to return to Carn Dum while it is still summer. Before the snows set in," Ferion concluded, lamely.
"I see. You are considering our well-being. That is good. I would not want to think that our presence here is unwanted."
"Of course not!" Ferion's mouth twitched. "I am delighted to see my sister once again."
The King nodded. "You must understand, Ferion. I am a curious man. If I am not wanted somewhere, I usually take it upon myself to discover why."
"Do not think that!" Ferion smiled nervously. "I am proud to have you as my guest. I merely thought that you would prefer to do away with all the niceties, and simply discuss the reason behind your journey."
"I see." The King folded his hands. "Well. I must tell you that you have made an interesting offer, but one that I fear is not possible. I have already received an offer for her which is considerably more advantageous."
Ferion's mouth twitched. "From whom, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
Ariashal saw a flicker, a flash, in her brother's eyes. This was not what he was prepared to hear.
"Cardolan," Ferion repeated. "And what do you think of this, my sister?"
Ariashal caught her breath. She knew that there was no such offer; the King was trying to fluster her brother. "I will support my husband's decision in this matter."
"Indeed. And what part of Cardolan has pledged this?"
"What possible difference could that make? The King of Cardolan has made the offer himself. He too has a grandson who will be a suitable match. It will permit me to ally Angmar with another Dunedain kingdom. Such a union is desirable, is it not?"
She watched Ferion's mouth twitching. "I--I suppose so. I-- must admit I had not heard of such a marriage from Cardolan."
"Does the King of Cardolan see fit to tell you all of his business?"
"I--no, my lord, but I do speak with many of his sons regularly."
"Obviously, you do not know them as well as you have assumed. Besides, Zimraphel is a princess. She deserves to be married to the heir of a kingdom."
Ferion looked confused. "What do you mean? My grandson is my heir!"
"Heir? Heir to what? Rhudaur is a kingdom no longer."
"What?" shouted Ferion. "What are you saying?"
"When your father signed the marriage contract which sent your sister to Angmar, the treaty required the payment of a dowry in the form of tribute for twenty years. You have not paid in three years. Therefore, you are in default. To protect the interests of my queen and her children, the lands of Rhudaur are now officially assumed into Angmar."
"What?" Ferion stood, furious. "My father never signed that! He would never give you his kingdom!"
"I have the treaty with me. Do you wish to see it?"
"Very well." The King carefully pulled a long tube of scarlet silk from his belt. Deftly he untied one end, tipped out the tightly-rolled scroll, and laid both scroll and case on the table. "That is you father's signature, is it not? There, next to his seal?"
Ferion snatched the scroll from the table. Ariashal could see his eyes racing over the elegant calligraphy of the document.
"You will notice," continued the King, "the clause covering the dowry. As you can see, it says 'in consideration of payment in full'. You do see that, do you not?"
Ferion continued to study the scroll.
"I forgave you one year, due to drought. Since then, you have received more than adequate rainfall to permit payment of the dowry. Yet you have not done so. And so, I am now forced to exercise the devolution clause."
"My father," began Ferion, voice shaking, "never intended this. He would never have signed this!"
"What are you suggesting?"
Ferion slammed the scroll onto the table. "Never, in a thousand years, would my father have signed this. Never!"
The King tapped the scroll. "Perhaps we should ask him."
"Ask him? How? He lays dead in his tomb!"
"There are ways." The King rerolled the scroll.
"You fiend!" shrieked Ferion. "You would force his ghost to speak? You would twist it to say whatever you wished! I know what you are! I know what you can do!"
"And I know that the house of Rhudaur cannot respect a treaty."
"Damn you!" Ferion swept the treaty from the table. "I will never let you seize this land! Never! Not so long as I live will you do this!"
"Out of consideration for your sister," began the King, "I have chosen to leave you alive. There are those amongst my men who would insist on a different course."
"My grandson will fight you," hissed Ferion. "All my blood will fight you! Never will you know rest!"
"That is why your grandchildren will be leaving with me."
"You? I will not suffer the sight of them with you!"
"There is a good deal more which you could suffer."
For a moment Ferion was silent, too furious to speak.
"This is an unwholesome place for rearing children," continued the King smoothly. "Since you insist that you cannot afford to pay me, I must assume that you also cannot afford adequate care for them. Here they live in squalor, which is hardly acceptable for children of their lineage."
"If they live in squalor, it is because you have impoverished us!"
"I? The tribute owed Angmar is considerably less than the cost of erecting that new tower on the border."
"Tower?" asked Ferion stupidly.
"Yes, the one which I have recently claimed for Angmar. You are aware of its presence, are you not?"
"That tower? That was--that was a compromise!"
"With whom, and for what? The Cardolani princes who lived there have gone. Perhaps they were the same ones who did not see fit to speak to you of their father's business. "
"What did you do to them?"
"As I said, Ferion, you could suffer more."
"You!" Ferion turned on Ariashal. "You are my blood! You will let him do this thing? You will let him take my family?"
For a few moments she studied her brother. All those years ago he had willingly sent her off to Angmar; even if he had known the truth about the King at the time, he would have done nothing to prevent it. It had certainly not been either her father's nor her brother's intent that her marriage to the Witch-King would turn out well. Never in their lives had Ferion considered her anything more than a bauble to be traded away for whatever would gain him the most.
"Nay, Ferion," she answered, "I will insist on it."
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Now you again bring up boot time. Systemd has way more benefits that just boot time. This was addressed in the myths article that Lennart wrote. Suggest you read it.
If they really wanted to play nice they could have released the different parts of systemd as independent programs without dependencies of each other. Which they chose not to.
Also... really... boot up time? How often do you boot your computers? I reboot once a months, less on servers, so that's not really a must have function for me.
Now you again bring up boot time. Systemd has way more benefits that just boot time. This was addressed in the myths article that Lennart wrote. Suggest you read it.
Aw crap! Soon i will have to drop Emacs and use systemd, as emacs simply does not do everything and has too little features!
If that's too much work, then take LFS's (I believe LFS, unlike eudev, does exactly the right thing to support building udev without systemd): http://anduin.linuxfromscratch.org/s...-197-2.tar.bz2. Extract that tarball in the systemd sources and now you can install udev just fine using:
make -f udev-lfs-197-2/Makefile.lfs install udev
make -f udev-lfs-197-2/Makefile.lfs udev
If you want to build something else, you can either do "make XYZ" manually for the files you want, or just write your own Makefile.
If that is too much hassle, I recommend trying LFS's Makefile if that's what you want. They are, IMNSHO, doing the right thing in order to support building udev without building systemd (unlike eudev).
Download: http://anduin.linuxfromscratch.org/s...-197-2.tar.bz2
Extract into systemd sources.
# make -f udev-lfs-197-2/Makefile.lfs udev
# make -f udev-lfs-197-2/Makefile.lfs install udev
I wonder whats stopping Poettering from reimplementing the kernel in systemd


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So the chief disciple said something negatively - but he said. When mind feels at a loss as to what to do it starts saying negative things. May-be atheism is just an escape. God is there but how to define it? Mind feels at a loss, so the easiest escape is to say there is no God - the problem is finished.
Somebody said, "It is not a pond because it can be carried in the hand."
But how can you define a jug filled with water by just saying that it is not a pond? Then what is a pond? Say something without naming it.
Then the cook of the monastery, who must have been more real a man than these pundits - a cook, who has never been too much interested in the scriptures; a cook, who has been working with reality, encountering it, not thinking about it, stopped, kicked the pot and went out.
What did he say? He said something in a more realistic way. Kicking is not thinking, it is action. He kicked the pot and he said to the master, "Nonsense! You are talking absurdities. You say to us to say something without words. Nothing can be said without words. Something can be done without words, but nothing can be said." He caught the point. Something can be done without words but nothing can be said. So he did something - he kicked the pot.
The master said, "This cook has been chosen. He goes to the new monastery and he becomes the master there. He knows how to act without mind; he knows how to answer without using mind. He has said that the problem is absurd."
Remember one thing: if the problem is absurd you cannot answer it in a rational way. And if you try you will be foolish - that shows foolishness. If the problem is absurd you cannot answer in a rational way, because for an absurd question there can be no rational answer. If you try, you simply prove that you are foolish. That chief disciple must have been a foolish man; the other scholar, who said, "This is not a pond," must have been a foolish man. Scholars are foolish, otherwise they won't be scholars. They are wasting their lives in words, scriptures. Nobody can waste his life in words if he is not absolutely stupid.
This cook is wiser - he kicked. He is not kicking the pot, he is kicking the whole problem; he is not kicking the pot, he is kicking the whole situation, and he feels, "This is absurd!" He is not saying anything, not using a word. Just imagine that cook kicking the pot with his whole being. He is involved in it completely, mind, body, soul. The kick is alive, the kick is spontaneous. He has not decided beforehand; he never knew it was going to be there. He may not even have thought that he was to answer; he was just seeing what was going on. Suddenly, the kick happened.
The master must have looked into this state of being, when the cook was just action - no mind in it, just an emptiness. Out of that emptiness, out of that no-mind, the action arose. When the action comes from the actor it is dead; when the action comes from the ego it is premeditated. When the action comes without the ego, without the mind, without you being there, when the action bubbles up out of your nothingness, it is from the divine, it is total.


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Lie Down in the Darkness, Rise up from the Ash: 10. Hunters in Rohan
All through the night, by the dim light of moon and stars, the three hunters made their slow way down the slopes. By common consent, Aragorn led, while Legolas and Gimli followed more slowly. Finally, as the moon began to ride low indeed in the sky, the land began to slope less steeply. The plains were near at hand.
"What think you, Legolas?" Gimli murmured in an undertone, trying to keep his voice down so as not to disturb Aragorn's thoughts. For the Ranger had gone ahead and was now scouring the area for sign of the trail: the ground was hard, and tumbled boulders, set in place by some ancient deluge or river, made it difficult to trace the movements of even the most heavy-footed wanderer. Gimli stood leaning against one of these boulders to ease the weight of his pack, which now contained half of Legolas's belongings as well, and gazed east at the as yet dawnless sky. "Whither have the Orcs fled?"
"I know not," came the soft response from where Legolas squatted amid the stones, seeming one of them himself. "Our way is rocky, and the light is dim – the night lies thick upon the land, and I – I think there is little to find, though mayhap Aragorn shall surprise us." This last being said swiftly, and Gimli narrowed his eyes, frowning at the other under cover of darkness.
That is not what he meant to say, he thought, but did not press the other. The climb had been hard upon the Elf, and he must surely be in pain, and have little care for any traces. And so Gimli merely grunted, growled:
"Aragorn is long on the hunt, I have heard. But I think your first thought is in the right: our enemies have seemed too well aware of us from the start. It is as if they chose this route for the very purpose of throwing us from their tracks, though they cannot know that we still live." "But my friend, we did not slay all who opposed us. Some escaped, and doubtless they have told their comrades that we yet breathe." Legolas sighed. Gimli scowled, silently cursing their foes. But there was nothing they could do to undo what was done, and frankly, even had Mahal himself granted them a return to times past, the Dwarf had his doubts about the wisdom of facing that lethal circle of blades again.
Which was an odd fear to have, considering that they were seeking just that in seeking Merry and Pippin. Beside him, Legolas let out a long, soft breath, and the Dwarf caught the glint of moonlight in the other's hair as the prince bowed his head.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"Nothing," Legolas replied, a little too distantly for Gimli's taste.
For his part, Legolas bit his lip and very slowly, very carefully rubbed at his right shoulder, resting his injured arm in his lap to ease the dreadful ache. Intent upon the chase, he had refused the hampering sling, though Aragorn had warned him that the injury would be troublesome. After the long hours of scaling and then descending the hills nigh to Tol Brandir, the Prince of Mirkwood was reaping the ill rewards of chance and choice: his shoulder and back throbbed steadily.
But the Elf had the endurance of the Eldar race, and beyond that, he had his pride. He would not complain unduly, and so as they waited, he took advantage of the delay to calm his spirit, to isolate the pain and set it, carefully enshrouded in layers of Elvish self-control, into a dark corner of his mind where he could ignore it for a time.
Yet it would not remain there, and he cursed his youth, for among Elves, he was young, and had not yet as great a mastery of himself as some others had. It vexed him, for he was not one to be felled easily, surely, and he thought he ought to suffer less from injury than he did. Yet pain intruded when it ought not to, and dimmed his senses so that he felt as though the dark were thicker than it ought to be.
'Tis naught but a scratch! he told himself, not for the first time, irritated by his own preoccupation with his misfortune.
"Legolas?" Gimli's voice jarred him out of his unhappy reverie.
"I said do you see aught at all in the night? If you are right that the Orcs know we live, they may wish to rectify their error, and Aragorn is intent upon the trail."
Legolas was silent for a time, listening to the land, but even as sight seemed dim, he felt as though there were a strange silence about them. He shook his head sharply. What is the matter with me? he wondered.
"It seems empty to me," he said at length. And aware despite his weariness and pain, and the strange weakness of his senses, of Gimli growing concerned, felt moved to add: "Truly, though, I wonder that you should ask my opinion in this matter. 'Tis dark as the earth. I should think a Dwarf, being closer to the ground and accustomed to darkness, would see better than an Elf tracks left among rocks. Or has weariness blurred your sight?"
As hoped, this immediately turned the Dwarf back on himself.
"I am no more weary than you!" Gimli objected, unobtrusively gliding away from the rock he had stood against. "Elves! Perhaps I am weary to ask of one a serious answer, for if a thing be not green, they cannot fathom it. Paint a forest red, and they would be at a loss indeed!"
Legolas smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to reply to that outrageous jibe when Aragorn called from some distance away: "Legolas! Gimli!"
Their own concerns forgotten in an instant, the two of them hastened to where their companion stood, Gimli wending his way among the boulders while Legolas, with a soft grunt happily lost on the Dwarf, sprang up onto a stone and then went swiftly from rock to rock. Shortly, both stood before (and in Legolas's case, above) the Ranger.
"You have found something?" Gimli demanded.
"Aye," Aragorn answered. "A poor trail it is, but it seems that the orcs paused here for a time. And see, they have left a token!" Their guide held up a dagger whose sheath gleamed softly in the moon- and starlight. Gimli, being a Dwarf, quickly placed the craftsmanship even in the dim light and sucked in a sharp breath, while Legolas reached down to take the knife from Aragorn's hands. Running long fingers over the damasked sheath, he turned troubled eyes on the Ranger ere he handed it back. "And what do you think has happened to the bearer of this blade?" he asked.
"That I cannot say, though I have seen no blood, orcish or otherwise," Aragorn replied. "What has happened to the mate of this dagger I also know not, but I would guess that this was not a welcome trophy: those who crafted them worked their hatred of all Mordor's creatures into the steel. To keep such a blade would be dangerous, and already they face a journey through enemy lands."
"And whither do go they now?" Gimli asked, clearly eager to continue with this new finding.
"Northwest, though it is too early to say whether they intend to reach the forest first or to try to cut directly across Rohan," Aragorn replied, turning his face towards the northern horizon. "In any case, they did not tarry long, and neither shall we. Come, let us go!"
So saying, he thrust the sheathed dagger into his belt just behind Andúril and then picked up the trail again, Legolas and Gimli following in his wake.
Down through the rock-strewn ravine they ran, weaving through the boulders, following a small rivulet until of a sudden, they emerged onto the green plains of Rohan just as the sun began to rise. There, the Orc trail grew once more prominent, trampling wantonly upon the short grass. "Now we may gain some ground!" Gimli said, with a note of fierce, eager determination in his deep voice. Aragorn said nothing, only gave a sharp nod and broke into a run, leaving the others to keep up with him as best they could. But for all his long stride, Dwarf and Elf remained ever on his heels, though Gimli had to toil the harder for his shorter stature. Hours they kept to the trail in swift pursuit, and grateful were they for the waybread of Lórien.
For while the sun followed its arc across the sky, they did not pause, though Gimli and Aragorn glanced often back at Legolas, who either did not notice or else ignored their concern. In either case, the Elf asked for nothing, and if he suffered, he did so in silence. The day wore on, and the trio continued their dogged chase, with Aragorn ever at the point. The Ranger's keen eyes scanned the trail, and, well-schooled in such chases, he interpreted the signs more or less habitually, while grief and worry and anger churned within his heart, spurring him onward. And as he ran, he began to notice that the path widened considerably, though in the confused mass of footprints, it was impossible to discern any reason for the change of formation.
It was late in the afternoon, and their shadows were lengthening behind them, when at last Aragorn called a halt. Gimli and Legolas, hoods drawn up and heads bowed to protect their eyes from the slanting shafts of sunlight, drew to a stop, Legolas a little unsteadily, and they looked up to see what the trouble was. It needed no second glance to discover the reason for the Ranger's grim command: before them, the trail branched into two separate paths, one holding course north northwest, the other breaking off sharply to the east.
Legolas, blinking sun and strange shadow from his eyes, glanced bewildered from the new trail to Gimli and thence to Aragorn, noting the taut, carefully expressionless mask that the latter wore to conceal his frustrated dread. Gimli was scowling fiercely as only a Dwarf could who had lost a friend to Mordor's malice and then run without rest through the night and most of the next day. For his part, the elven prince felt his heart sink, and the world, which had seemed to him strangely colorless all this day, seemed to fade into grey... "Which way shall we take?" Gimli's voice broke the spell, and Legolas forced himself back to the matter at hand, firmly quelling the pricklings of alarm. "Yonder eastward track, or the straight path north?" For awhile, Aragorn did not answer. Describing a brief circuit around the area just prior to the break in the path, he sought something – some clue, no matter how small or confused – to guide him, but at no point in his compass did he see anything but a mass of crossing and recrossing orc prints. Turning, he gazed after the northward path a ways, then sighted along the eastward one, but again, there were no clues within his long sight that might indicate which group had taken the hobbits with it. Or perhaps they split them up, and each company took a prisoner with it he thought, grimly. If that is so, then we are doomed indeed, unless Gondor's soldiery can save us to the east. For I have naught but instinct and conjecture to rely upon now, and neither is certain enough for me to decide wisely in this instance! "I fear that there is nothing to see that would guide us," said he reluctantly. "Orcs go heavily, and they have little discipline in a line. I cannot make out even a single print that might belong to something other than an orc." "But we cannot stop here! Surely there must be something," Gimli pressed, racking his mind and memory for anything that would serve them. But though he had faced his share of orcish raiding parties on trade-runs along the Iron Triangle that held Erebor linked to the Iron Hills and Dale, his own experience of orcs failed him in this instant, and he was forced to wait while Aragorn considered anew the possibilities. The Ranger frowned, bowing his head, and he stared down at the tracks, mind racing as he considered the awful choice. If I choose wrongly, then there shall be no opportunity to amend the error, he thought unhappily. And though sometimes I doubt me whether the hobbits have learned aught of the true nature and danger of this quest, still, they know too much, do Merry and Pippin. And they are my friends! Which fact only increased his anguish over the looming decision that had fallen unexpectedly into his lap. Ere this very hour, I would have said they were Isengard-bound, but now…? "There is no sign of a quarrel," said he, seeming to his companions to think aloud. "It is as if one group of orcs, and doubtless those of the Red Eye, simply left the company and pursued its own course homeward. If the Isengarders did not contest the parting, as seems evident, then I guess that they permitted it." "But what does such speculation mean?" Gimli demanded, chewing on his mustaches in nervous, frustrated impatience. "To me it says either that this was planned beforehand, or else that the Isengard commander retained control, and perhaps felt he did not need or want the orcs of Mordor to remain with his company. And if the latter is true, then that makes it likely that he kept control of the prisoners as well. For though it is not impossible that they have separated Merry and Pippin, I tend to doubt that any group of orcs would surrender a prize even – or perhaps especially! – to another company of orcs. Not short of explicit orders from a higher authority that both companies were bound to respect." "But we know not that they were not given such orders," Legolas replied, quietly. "No, we do not. But," said Aragorn, his grey eyes narrowing as he reasoned the matter, "recall Gandalf's tale. Saruman would not lightly surrender hobbits to Mordor, not ere he had seen them himself, and knew what they could tell. He would have instructed his company to ensure such did not occur, and see? The trail leading east is a smaller company, to judge by the two sets of tracks. Had the servants of Mordor insisted on taking the hobbits, it would not have been beyond the Isengard company to destroy them, and simply take the hobbits by force." "That seems a risk. Would not the Dark Lord wonder what had become of his orcs, had that happened?" Gimli asked. "Why should he? This is Rohan, a land that harbors no love for the orcs of Mordor over their raids of the horse herds," Aragorn argued. "East beyond these plains lies Anórien, where Gondor's border forces keep watch. The orcs of Mordor have lagged behind the Isengarders all this day. If they went missing, it would not be difficult to explain away. As for the orcs, it is not rare among them for quarrels and rivalry to divide them; rivalries among company commanders would not seem strange. If Saruman's orcs insisted – as well they could – upon keeping both Merry and Pippin, those of the Dark Lord might well bow to their strength and count upon their report to poison Saruman's reception. True treachery might not be so evident, or even were it, they might not contest it without the strength to enforce their will." "Then shall we continue northwards?" Gimli asked, reluctant to accept such reasoning, but unable to better it. And as it was not the Dwarvish custom to dwell overlong upon dead-ends, he looked now only for a decision to follow. "Yes," Aragorn said slowly. "Yes, we shall. We cannot in any case remain here." And so the matter was settled, and the three hunters sprang away again, continuing upon their northward course and none looked back.
By nightfall, they had covered another two leagues, and still they ran onward, driven by fear that would not abate. But even the hardiest of Rangers will tire eventually, and a wounded Elf and toiling Dwarf, too, must rest. Since the moon rose late, by unspoken accord, the three companions slowed and then came to a halt. Gimli sank to his haunches to relieve his aching back, and Legolas gritted his teeth against pain, for despite the salve that Aragorn had used, even soft bandages chafed. Sweat stang in the open cut, and injured muscle protested such use as he had put it to since yesterday. And perhaps it was the blood pounding in his head, perhaps it was simply weakness, but he felt unsteady, disoriented – as if thrown about in a strong wind among the treetops, and he dropped to one knee and stayed there, dizzied. "I think we can run no farther tonight," Aragorn said, voicing the thought that they all shared. Still, he stood gazing after the trail for a time ere he shook his head in seeming self-disgust and joined his companions upon the ground. As far as they had come, he knew that he had not reached his limits, not yet, and so his present weariness puzzled him. I am not truly tired, he thought, feeling nervous energy skitter along his nerves and flow like muted lightening in his veins. Not as I have been before, when it was bone-deep and inescapable. Fatigued, perhaps, is a better word, but even so… there is something unnatural in this! So he thought, but said nothing, unwilling to say too much and in ignorance, but seeing Legolas crouching upon the earth, his head bowed like a beaten horse, did nothing to soothe suspicion. Going then to the Elf, he unslung his pack and began seeking his satchel.
"We have come far today," he said, by way of placating princely elven dignity; "Let us see how my patch-work has fared!" But for a wonder – an uneasy, worrisome wonder – such placation was unnecessary. After a moment, Legolas wearily settled, and lifted a hand, acquiescing. The Ranger bit his tongue against comment, lest he worry Gimli as well, but if ever he had needed a sign that all was not well with Legolas, he had it and did not like it very well at all.
Does he see it? Feel it? Does he know what the Song of the World says now? he wondered, but would not ask. Some things were best left perhaps unknown...
While Aragorn examined the Elf, Gimli rose and stalked a few paces away, watching the darkness intently as he stretched. He doubted there was anything to be seen, for the plains were broad and level, and they had seen no sign of any living creature all that day. But habit was a powerful impetus in uncertain times, and the Dwarf felt himself in need of space to think.
For it bothered him more than he would have guessed that Legolad had been injured. Ridiculous to think that it would not – we are companions in this quest – but surely I ought to be more concerned for Merry and Pippin. Or Frodo and Samwise! Or Boromir, Mahal rest him! Yet though he was hardly squeamish, he would not look on Legolas while Aragorn tended him. There was something… wrong with the notion and reminder that Legolas could be as vulnerable as any of them.
Indecent, almost, the Dwarf decided. Yes, 'tis indecent! Not that Elves could not be wounded or killed – the long, deep feud between Elves and Dwarves had made that plain. That ancient enmity had shaped so many, Gimli not least of all. That he had once looked to pierce the other's remove and flay him to the quick, legacy of generations of anger, now shamed him, and the reminder that Legolas was vulnerable as all of them to such petty things as arrows was unwelcome. Bad enough to watch the other suffer through the hunt by day! And so he looked away, avoiding the light cast by the candle Aragorn had spared for his task, and waited for the Ranger to finish. Finally, Aragorn sighed and said, "Dawn is still many hours hence, and though I doubt we shall meet with any trouble this night, let us set the watch nonetheless." Gimli nodded, hearing the rustle of cloth as the Elf quickly pulled his shirt back on, and he rejoined his companions to settle the watch schedule. This they did by candlelight, according to ancient tradition: Aragorn snagged three blades of grass and held them in his fist while Legolas and Gimli drew, and then all compared them by candlelight. As luck would have it, the Dwarf lost. "Well, use my misfortune to your profit then!" he grumbled, reaching to snuff their little flame between thumb and forefinger, and then sighed. "Rest well, my friends." "Wake me in two hours, Gimli," Aragorn replied simply, wrapping himself in his cloak and pillowing his head on an arm. Almost immediately, he was unconscious, for a Ranger learned early to take what sleep he could find, where and when he could find the time for it. "Good night," said Legolas quietly, settling carefully on his side out of respect for his sore back. "Good night to you both," Gimli responded softly and set himself down a little ways distant, not truly displeased, despite his weariness, to take the first watch. There was, after all, nothing like a lonely stint of guard duty to spur reflection, and he felt a need of it as he seldom had in his life. Not that Gloín's son was unreflective, but usually he had so many other tasks to accomplish, and his mind was ever occupied with matters of craft. Worry was an unaccustomed bedfellow, and when it came calling, he was careful heed it. Not that he had ever thought, prior to this journey, to worry over an injured Elf or kidnapped hobbits. Or over the humanity of a Man, Gimli added with silent and troubled remorse, recalling Boromir's words to him in Lothlórien. He shuddered, haunted by the memory of the absolute self-revulsion that had crossed Boromir's face when the spell of the Ring had finally been broken by Frodo's horrified stare. No one should ever be made to face himself thus! Alas, Boromir, what darkness was within, that you fell so far and then paid so dearly for redemption? he wondered. Gimli was more accustomed to dealings with Men than was a Wood-Elf, and he had his suspicions on that account, but ultimately there were limits to his understanding of a man like Boromir. And though Boromir had been alive only hours ago, yesterday in fact, Gimli felt a sense of terrible remove from their departed friend. It was tragic, it was the fate of all things mortal, and the Dwarf cursed softly in the night. Time was wearing hard upon them all, and he feared what it might bring. Behind him, he heard Aragorn mutter something in his sleep and shift restlessly, but the Ranger did not wake. I wonder, he mused, what dreams visit him tonight? Boromir's death struck him hard, and that after Gandalf's death. Which meant that he would need to be mindful of their guide's mood, all the more so if Legolas were distracted. Though if he could not wholly compass even Boromir, how he should judge the Heir of Isildur, whose mood had admittedly been odd since Lórien, was beyond him. But no matter, they were bound together, and so he must somehow find a measure... Such were the mysteries that preoccupied the Dwarf's mind as the cold night hours crept slowly and silently by – indeed, the more slowly for the silence, which, after a while, began to weigh upon him as even darkness did not. Nothing stirs, he thought, wonderingly, and felt his hackles rise a bit. Nothing sounds. No beast, no bat, no tree – not that there are any here – no river's rush, nor even the rustle of grass in the wind. 'Tis more silent than the tomb! An ill-thought, that. Wishing vainly for dawn, the Dwarf stared out at the horizon, unable to pick the land from the sky, and he sent his prayer out into the night: Be well, Merry and Pippin! We come for you!
Running… always running, and yet never could he draw away from that which pursued him. From what surrounded him, in truth – Darkness! Darkness unrelieved and unending, a hungry night. From somewhere in that deadly shade, another called to him, called his name, desperate, frightened, falling away: "Aragorn!"
Who calls? Shadows swam dark between him and a dim outline of a figure, and the voice came as an eddy in that spreading night:
"Is your sight grown dim so soon? Then listen! My love, heed me and leave me not – Aragorn! Aragorn, do not lie down in the darkness! Aragorn!"
"Arwen!" –
– Aragorn woke quite suddenly with Arwen's name on his lips, and he could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage in a panicky succession. Something retreated from his side, and the Ranger grasped the hilt of his sword as he sat bolt upright, tense and momentarily confused. "Aragorn?" Gimli's voice drifted worriedly out of the darkness, and after a second, the Ranger relaxed somewhat.
"Gimli," he breathed, releasing Andúril. "What is it?"
"Naught, but you are due for your watch, and I must get some sleep if I am to run tomorrow," the Dwarf responded in a low voice.
"Of course. Go ahead then, I've the watch in hand. Rest well," the Ranger said, pulling his cloak close about him as he rose. Gimli said nothing in response and after a few moments, he lay slumbering near Legolas, curled up on his side in the dim moonlight.
For his part, Aragorn stood watching the pair for a moment, then he exhaled slowly and turned away, troubled, for the dread of his dream lingered like an unwanted guest.
There is no foresight in this, he told himself, but for once, that brought him no comfort. Hindsight could be as painful, after all, if not worse, for there was no avoiding what had happened already. And since that is so, he told himself, think no more of it! Think of what is to come – of what must come, if there is to be any hope for any of us. Think how it must go with Merry and Pippin.
Unfortunately, there was little to think of in that regard. The hunt would unfold as it would, and on foot, against so many orcs, in Rohan, there were few choices for hunters to make. Either they would be spotted or they would not; either they would be able to steal the hobbits away or they would not. It depended upon the terrain, which alas, was against them in any endeavor, and especially in a close fight.
And so after a time, thought worked its way back to all that had transpired already, and as in dreams, so in memory, he found himself caught between the night of Moria and Lórien, between the dead and the dying.
Arwen... Longing welled up like a spring from the earth, was as swiftly rebuked. What good has that brought her? If you would do right by her, then since the Straight Path is now closed to her, find a way for her to live in this world!
A part of him knew well that such a task was beyond his power. The world was wider than one man's will, and the broken Song governed the destiny even of Elves and Powers – of all that lay within Arda's bounds, while between Arda and its beyond lay the realm of Mandos. Boromir had already crossed its threshold to join Gandalf among the shades, and who knew but that Merry and Pippin might soon join him, whatever one Aragorn son of Arathorn might do?
I doubt not that they will have run through this night, he thought, feeling his wrath smoulder. Alas, we cannot keep pace, and shall fall further behind unless the Orcs rest during the day. Wearily, Aragorn tilted his head back, gazing up at the distant stars, at the Swordsman. Ah, Boromir, can you see them from your new vantage point? Do you stand guard over them in the night!
So many a Ranger had prayed before him, calling on the lost to take up the Swordsman's watch, that someone keep the heedless and helpless when the Road stretched too long. He thought of Halbarad, who threatened to invoke every ghost he knew to be Menelvagor for him.
"You will come home," his cousin would say, as if he could command it. Would that it were so, cousin, for both our sakes, he thought fondly, missing him. It seemed of late he was doomed to miss many – Boromir, Gandalf, Merry, Pippin. Frodo and Sam. Halbarad. Arwen.
Arwen. She had troubled his dreams since Lórien, those he could recall, but rarely did he see her in them. He felt her mostly – a presence like a warm shadow always maddeningly just beyond sight or touch. And sometimes she spoke, and other times was silent, but this was the first time she had cried out to him in fear and warning.
Aragorn drew his cloak more closely about himself, though the chill that seized him came not from the night air. And his eye fell then upon the dim form of Legolas.
The Elf had suffered on this journey, though Aragorn allowed that he had come through it thus far. Still, if he read the other rightly, then the Prince of Mirkwood was not wholly unaware that something was badly amiss. Legolas might lack the years that Arwen had, but the keen senses of the Elves must in time come to see and recognize their plight. One wound would cover and yet allow for another, and Legolas must feel the injury done Arda, even if he did not yet understand it.
But so long as he did not, Aragorn would hold his peace, for what did such knowledge bring? Arwen looked back at him in horror in memory, and this time, he did shut his eyes and breathe deep against the rest of remembrance, against sorrow-laden love that nevertheless would not be denied no matter how untimely. A few moments he stood thus, ere shaking himself back to watchfulness, for he had an injured Elf to care for, and a deeply worried Dwarf, and four hobbits bound in different directions to keep ever in his thoughts.
And I have a watch to stand, and a course to consider, and I suppose that in spite of it all, I am not unhappy that it is thus. Strange contentment, if contentment it was, and perhaps it was no more than the knowledge that matters might still be worse, though a part of him which sounded suspiciously like Arwen knew better:
If we can do naught but follow, whithersoever the trail leads, we must trust that of our efforts, something shall be born, though we know not what.
Best, then, not to look too far ahead, nor behind – for the moment, they were here, and had yet the strength to continue on the hunt, and that, he thought, as he glanced over at his sleeping companions, would be enough for tomorrow. Legolas and Gimli slept on, oblivious to their guide's fierce, fond gaze.
But when, some hours later, Aragorn woke Legolas, the Elf greeted him with a slight and unexpected smile, just visible in the moonlight, and laid a hand upon his shoulder. A moment they stood thus, and then the Ranger retired, his spirits much improved. And through the cold night, he dreamt no more.
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Barcelona. Production rehearsals.
After a leisurely evening, I'm knackered today. I went to bed five hours earlier than normal and of course couldn't sleep. A full dress rehearsal was scheduled for this evening and after a month of plain sailing the melt down finally descended. Pretty much everything that could go wrong, did go wrong so we all had a fairly horrible time of it. Sound probably had the worst time with Edge's guitar dying out front during Vertigo, but 'motion control' were hard on their heels as the screen, having done its very clever expanding trick, then refused to close for about three numbers. Video were also in hell, with many cues just going south, timings messed up and so on. Lighting was also having a ropey time of it, but was definitely fourth in the pecking order on the shit-list. Later, after the post-run-through autopsy, I told this to Rod, my lighting crew chief, who responded enigmatically 'so we didn't make the podium, then...'. I'll leave that with you.
The aftershow meeting was pretty grim but in the bigger picture I don't feel too shaken as we've had a solid month of good work. I think tonight was largely due to tiredness without the buoyancy provided by the adrenaline of actually doing a show. I'm wondering if maybe there is (dare I say it) such a thing as too much rehearsal time. I'm certainly nervous about mechanical failure and other things over which we don't have control, and I'm sure I'll be half out of my mind by showtime tomorrow night, but I do have the certainty of knowing that we are the best prepared for any U2 tour I've ever witnessed. Wish us luck, then.
Tuesday, 30th June 2009. Barcelona. Opening night.
Due once again to my existing in a different time zone, I only managed a brief night of sleep and awoke feeling somewhat stunned. I also had to go into the stadium much earlier than I have been doing, so in the van on the way there I was feeling pretty wasted but with a deep joy and excitement that after so very long a journey we are about to do this for real. My friend David Harrington from Kronos Quartet once said that when they premiere a new work it's like letting the world in on a secret. In our case, 'secret' is a relative term given the almost continual clandestine coverage that our rehearsal has had on the web, but (miraculously) we have managed to keep some elements under cover. After tonight everyone who cares will know what it is we've been making all this time, so a part of me is taking a moment to savour my little secret one last time.
We rehearsed for a couple of hours in the almost overwhelming heat of the afternoon, to tweak and repair the parts of the show which came most unstuck last night. Then finally, at long last, the gates were opened and our very first U2360 audience piled into Camp Nou. I spent much of the early evening in a bit of a blur - part anticipation and part exhaustion at reaching the finishing line (or is this the starting line?). On the way to the dressing room I passed, in the corridor, a giant cake made as an exact replica of the stage. It was a remarkable thing - shape, colour, proportions all exactly right. There were some people with it, one of whom turned out the be the chef/baker and also a film crew, so I ended up talking to this guy on camera, despite our not being even close to sharing a common language.
Also went to say hello to Snow Patrol who were opening the show. I didn't meet them last time they were out with U2, but particularly wanted to meet Nathan, as by a curious series of coincidences, I happen to know that he has just bought a house in north London which I used to live in. No, really. It's a big Victorian terrace where I lodged for a couple of years in the early 80's, which Nathan took possession of quite recently. There's been alterations to the place since I lived there but I do know that his upstairs shower room used to be my bedroom. Funny old world.
OK, the show. Opening night, the big launch... and of course it went remarkably well. In some ways I'd never doubted it, having been so very confident about the strength of this idea since it popped into my head in New Zealand in 2006, but of course I'd never admit that until the first gig was well and truly in the bag. It was a warm, clear night and the stadium was packed to the rafters with a very rowdy audience who were chanting and doing Mexican waves before U2 were anywhere near the stage. At 10-ish the house lights went down and 'Kingdom of Your Love' came over the monster PA. Larry made his solo, spotlighted walk up the long rear ramp to the drum kit, with constellations of flash bulbs going off all over the stadium, then sat down. The audience was in full voice, but I could sense in there if not confusion, a curiosity as to what exactly was about to happen. Larry hammered out the opening to 'Breathe' as the others appeared and I enjoyed feeling the audience realise that this wasn't going to be as obvious an opening as we could have chosen. It felt good, new, fresh.
'No Line', 'Boots', 'Magnificent' and all was going well, then the opening chords of 'Beautiful Day' and the place went apeshit. I could see a close-up of Bono, carrying a look which said 'it's going to work...' As often happens, the two hour show seemed to last about fifteen minutes, as I was so locked in and focussed on what we were doing. The video screen opened for Unforgettable Fire and once it had closed again after Vertigo I could feel sphincters relaxing all over the building. After that, I started to relax a little and remembered to enjoy it. Here we are doing it and the kids just love it.
The show finished and the band took their bows, hugs all round at front of house with a certain knowledge that it had been OK - more than OK, it was a triumph and now we can go and celebrate. I ended up at a party by the pool at the Hotel Fabulous and the giant cake version of the stage ended up there too. At some point in the wee small hours I was handed a large knife and nominated the man most qualified to cut into this thing. It turned out not to be a cake at all, but all chocolate. It wasn't bad, either - the PA was particularly tasty. There was also a chocolate band on stage and Dennis our tour manager ate the chocolate Larry, which I found slightly disturbing. Tom, our video director, tucked into one of the structure legs which turned out to be made of a little known Spanish delicacy - chocolate covered wood. Most amusing.
Finally I've given in and have retired to my room on the way to bed. It's 6am and I'm looking out at Gaudi's Sagrada Familia from my window in the Barcelona dawn. It's been an overwhelming night and I'm not sure what to think of it all, but I'm sure Gaudi would approve.
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23 July, 2009
real life faerie tales
These diaries are one of my favorite things about U2 being on tour. I love the humor and the everyday details alsongside the surrealism! Willie, I think you should continue writing them even after the tour is over!
brendan roberts
23 July, 2009
barcelona show one
great insight into behind the scenes willie. keep them coming.......... can i have your job.
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