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S60 5th Edition
This code snippet demonstrates how to check the battery level using the SystemInfo Platform Service for Flash Lite, supported from S60 5th Edition onwards.
// Import Platform Service Interface
import com.nokia.lib.Service;
// Heading of the application
heading_txt.text = "Checking Battery level";
// Create a new Service object which has SystemInfo Service data
var sysInfo = new Service("Service.SysInfo", "ISysInfo");
// Define input parameters
var inParams = {Entity:"Battery", Key:"BatteryStrength"};
// Retrieve information about a system attribute with an asynchronous call
// Define callback function
function onReceive(transactionID:Number, eventID:String, outParam:Object) {
if (outParam.ErrorCode == 0) {
var systemData = outParam.ReturnValue;
var batteryStatus = systemData.Status;
text_txt.text = "Battery status: "+batteryStatus+"%";
} else {
var errorId = outParam.ErrorCode;
text_txt.text = "Error: "+errorId;
The battery level of the device is displayed. Battery level is between 0 - 100 percent.
Example application
The following sample application has been tested in Nokia 5800 XpressMusic (S60 5th Edition, Flash Lite 3.0).
File:FlashLite Checking Battery Level.zip


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It's crazy that a camera of this price and status NEVER got a single firmware update from Sony to correct some of its quirks and improve features. It's a scandal they release a camera of this price and caliber and totally abandon it's development. I will NEVER buy another Sony product. Ever! It's no wonder Sony is going down..
Sony Cyber-shot DSC-RX1 Review
Review based on a production RX1 with firmware v.1.00
We were surprised (and delighted) when Sony decided to create the RX100 - its first compact camera for serious photographers, but that's nothing compared to our surprise when we were told about the RX1. This isn't just Sony's most serious compact camera, but arguably the most serious compact camera we've ever seen. It features a full-frame sensor and a fixed 35mm F2 lens, making it a real heavyweight in terms of lightweight photography. Sony has said it is targeting professional photographers and we see no reason to question that.
The obvious reference point for this camera is the Fujifilm X100 and its recent successor the X100S - $1300, fixed lens 35mm equivalent F2 cameras whose popularity (the X100 at least) has exceeded most expectations. The Sony raises the bar though - this is the first fixed-lens full-frame camera on the market, which means both that it's comfortably the smallest full-frame camera and, consequently, the most expensive compact camera by some margin.
This combination gives the RX1 the chance to become something of a classic, used by photojournalists and other working pros who need a small, flexible camera with excellent image quality. It's no secret that Sony's sensors are currently setting the benchmark for image quality and the RX1's sensor is clearly going to have a lot in common with the one that impressed us so much in the Nikon D600. A 35mm F2 lens also gives the low-light performance and shallow depth-of-field that it's hard to achieve without a fast lens in front of huge sensor. With this in mind, it's clear that the RX1 will stand or fall based on its focus performance, handling and lens quality.
Sony DSC-RX1 specification highlights
- 24MP full-frame (24x36mm) CMOS sensor
- 35mm F2 lens
- Focus range switch for focus down to 0.2m (14cm from the front of the lens)
- Dedicated aperture ring
- Five user-customizable buttons
- Multi interface hotshoe (combines ISO 518 standard contacts and proprietary connector)
- 1.23M dot RGBW 'WhiteMagic' LCD
- 1080p60 HD movies in AVCHD (50p on PAL region models)
- Bulb mode and threaded cable release socket in shutter button
The lens, which is designated as a Carl Zeiss Sonnar T*, features a leaf shutter for essentially silent operation (though you can engage a sound effect if you wish). This design means the camera can sync with flashes all the way up to its 1/2000th maximum shutter speed, as well as allowing the lens to reach closer to the front of the sensor.
The lens itself is a complex design including 8 elements in 7 groups, with 3 aspherical elements, including one 'advanced aspheric' element. It can focus down as close as 30cm from the imaging plane (24cm in front of the lens), in its native configuration. If you need to focus closer, a ring around the front of the lens can be rotated into a different position, shifting the focus group, allowing focus down to 20cm from the sensor plane.
The sensor itself is a version of the one used in Sony's SLT A99. It has been designed to maximise the amount of each photosite that is light sensitive and has had the depth of the circuitry reduced to further increase light capture. Unlike the version in the A99, the RX1's sensor doesn't feature on-sensor phase-detection elements. It also misses out on the A99's ability to quickly engage focus tracking using the shutter button and the A99's focus peaking in un-magnified live view - a feature Sony omitted in the name of precision.
A modern Leica?
With a list price of $2800, the RX1 is going to be out of the reach of most photography enthusiasts but, when looked at another way, it costs less than a Leica 35mm F2 Summicron lens, before you even start thinking about buying a body to mount it on. Having a lens matched to the sensor and a more modern sensor at that are real strengths, compared to the digital Leicas and, of course, some people might appreciate a camera that can autofocus.
However, even if it can eclipse the performance of the German legend, the comparison still raises two considerations. The first is one of branding. Whether we like to believe it or not, we are all susceptible to companies' branding efforts and develop a sense for what a company name stands for and where we place it on the price/quality spectrum. Leica, for instance, has a name and reputation that leaves customers willing to pay considerably more than most other companies could charge. And, while Sony isn't asking for Leica money for the RX1, it will be both a test of the Sony brand's strength and a chance to really enhance its photographic reputation if the camera proves to sell well over time. The decision to brand it as a Cyber-shot is particularly brave.
The other issue raised by the Leica comparison is one of future flexibility. Most people will reluctantly accept that a full frame camera will cost a lot more than an APS-C one. Products aren't priced purely on the cost of its raw materials and manufacture, but the lack of truly cheap full-frame cameras suggests there's a limit to how cheaply anyone can currently produce sensors this large. At which point, how many people are willing to make the outlay for that larger sensor in the knowledge they can't later leverage that investment by swapping lenses?
And the competition here is likely to come not from Leica but from mirrorless interchangeable lens cameras. There may not yet be a full-frame mirrorless competitor but a bright lens can make up for a small sensor. For instance, Fujifilm has a 23mm F1.4 lens on its roadmap for its X mount, which will come very close to offering the same depth-of-field and low light performance as the RX1. Combined with the recently-announced X-E1, we'd expect it to be larger and perhaps not quite as good as a fixed-lens camera has the potential to be, but we'd also expect to be considerably cheaper and retain the option to take the lens off.
That said, people do still buy Leicas despite their fabulous price and, for a working photographer, the RX1's cost can easily be justified if it allows them to do something they currently can't. Any pro who has considered a Fujifilm X100/S as a second camera, whether for its portability or discretion should seriously consider the RX1.
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Friday, February 15, 2013
While local control of public education rules the day, it's with federal and state tax dollars in which they do so. This makes local school decisions everyone's business, whether they live thirty five miles away or three thousand miles away.
Regardless of motivations, anyone who is willing to openly put themselves out there seeking accountability for public school teachers, administrators and elected officials involving possible wrong doing, is going to face personal attacks.
I am of the opinion writers should write about what they know best and that which motivates them. For me, it is education, right to know laws, and accountability for public officials.
I am aware however, of a document between the local Fire Chief, Rick Malasky and Superintendent, Hayes regarding this issue, but not one from the Fire Marshal. I give no credence to the letter between these two men based upon the facts.
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Finally. It's easy for Linus to say fuck you to Nvidia when the kernel developers works against them by being shitheads.
Now Nvidia should be able to create optimus support.
Phoronix: NVIDIA's PRIME Helpers Are Ready For Linux 3.9
Aside from a lot of other exciting DRM driver happenings for the Linux 3.9 kernel, it looks like the DRM "PRIME Helpers" that were conceived by NVIDIA to help them support DMA_BUF in their binary driver will be merged...
Finally. It's easy for Linus to say fuck you to Nvidia when the kernel developers works against them by being shitheads.
Now Nvidia should be able to create optimus support.
Nvidia rocks once again and Linus, Cox & GPL nazis can go and four letter word themselves.
Hopefully, nvidia already has most of thier optimus work done on thier end and once these helpers are in place, we'll have a beta release with support next day.
Also, lets hope that Alan Cox doesn't go and threaten to sue everyone rampage again and "cox block" the helpers as well.
Although I like having open-source infrastructures, when it comes to the end user it doesn't really matter that much whether their GPU driver is os or not. In my opinion the only way we could achieve this is if NVIDIA and other hardware producers would decide to contribute to os drivers themselves(tegra coms to mind); reverse engineering is remarkable but not really sustainable, especially for complex hardware such as GPUs.
PS. I hope Alan Cox and friends won't throw a tantrum over this just for the sake of suing somebody, considering NVIDIA actually implemented this functionality themselves.
Does this have any negative effects compared to simply using DMA_BUFF?
Next goal. KMS and I will cream myself.
How does this help them accomplish Optimus?
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24. Shadow and Thought
all pasted back together, gathered from each corner of the Middle-earth map
back in the gleaming Citadel of Minas Tirith
Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin
Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, Legolas
and Boromir…
Now tell us, Chorus,
tell us of that persistent fear
creeping in like a snake
through the veins, wriggling into the heart
and sinking its fangs deep
so that the terror-poison spreads wide
into every nook and cranny of thought
and poor Boromir can never forget:
The snapping click-click
of each rung in the orc's torture machine
each grinding crunch
of something organic, hot-boiling pain
bursting white-red
…and the screams of Third One…
Alas, Boromir, let him lie in peace!
Why do you torment yourself so?
Noise – NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
But the silence lent itself to louder memories, louder screams, so that Boromir would stand up and leave whatever he was doing, whatever conversation, whatever meal, whatever council meeting, to find the first window, the first hidden corner, and collapse with trembling legs onto the ground. His throat would grow parched, his lips dry. Cold sweat formed on his brow. His heart would rise up to his throat and beat loud. If he tried to stand, his legs would buckle. Everything was shaking, irregular, frenzied.
Sometimes a servant or an aide found him. And every time, when they saw his state, and started to call for help, he would snarl at them to leave him be, that he needed no help. Once or twice, a servant found him weeping in some forgotten niche. Whenever that happened, he would threaten the servant with imprisonment and banish them from sight. Do not ever speak of it! Glistening eyes, a stuffed nose, desperate.
It continued for many days. The days before Aragorn's coronation, when all the Citadel was alive with activity, were days of black memories and tortured silences for Boromir. He could not endure quiet moments, he could not stand still. When one of the Nine Walkers found him, he would feel cornered, trapped, and find whatever excuse to flee their presence. At council meetings, he could not bear the sound of chairs scraping against the stone floor. He would hold his sword in front of him, both hands clutching it, as he sat staring at the blade, counting the seconds his nerve-wracked limbs withstood the dusty quiet. When Aragorn, Faramir or a councilor roused him with a question, he would jump back, startled. Once, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth had placed a wary hand on his forearm and Boromir had screamed.
Again and again.
All mixed together, so that one was never free of the other. In the noise – as his brother murmured, as Pippin joked, as Aragorn calmed – in that noise, an interminable vacuum opened up, so that Boromir was deafened, and he could hear nothing. But then, in the true silence that followed, he was sure that Third One was there – there! – beyond the wall, screaming. Boromir hated the sound of muted voices in other rooms. He fled any room where he heard it.
The nights were worse.
Because as everyone slept, the Citadel in bed, the city in bed, Boromir would wander the halls alone. He would pace, back and forth, walking quickly. His steps – soft boot-scuffs on the floor – fell into a rhythm, a marching beat. But still, it never cured him of the endless anxiety, the continual panic. And it never silenced Third One. Even when Boromir had seen the elf, seen the coffin, watched them carry it out of Minas Tirith to bear it to Mirkwood, still he heard Third One.
Once or twice, he thought he saw the elf. And it sent such a panic in his heart that he would scream, awakening all the others nearby in the Citadel. The guards would find him, struggling away from his own room, howling himself hoarse. NO! NO! He would see Third One passing through the darkened halls, or, when he opened his bedroom door, he would see Third One sitting in the chair by the window. And every time, Boromir cried out from absolute terror.
"What is it? Lord Boromir!"
"Peace, Lord Boromir! There is no one there!"
"The room is empty!"
But Boromir would stumble away, insulting the guards and demanding that they never touch him again. The nights were spent in this way, from the night he awoke in the Houses of Healing to the night before Aragorn's coronation. And every night, in his terror and rising panic, he would stalk the halls until he collapsed, exhausted, after two or three days, onto his brother's bed. Faramir would find him there, asleep and muttering, and wake him. The cycle continued.
Days of noise and silence.
Noise. Silence. Noise. Silence.
Nights of wandering, nights of terror. Nights of Third One. A swelling quiet punctured by torture, again and again and again and again…
Another night, it was very late, and Boromir was walking through the empty halls, reciting every realm and fiefdom of Gondor, trying to drown out Third One's screaming, when he literally ran into Merry. The hobbit had been hurrying away from the kitchen, his arms full of scavenged food, when the two collided. Merry fell back with an alarmed cry, sending bread, sausages and cheese everywhere. Boromir had also cried out, his hands instinctively reaching for the empty scabbard. But he stopped.
Breathing hard: "Merry?"
"Boromir!" Merry cried cheerfully. He began gathering his food from the ground. He gave the Man a smile. "Don't tell anyone, eh? They don't want me taking things out of the kitchen like this."
Boromir tried to listen and grin, but something had caught his eye. There! A passing form. Just a quick silhouette dodging behind a corner. Boromir's pulse quickened, his breath came fast. Third One. Third One was there. Just down the hall. Third One. NO! Sweet Eru, no, no, no, leave me be, let him stay there, let him forget me, leave me be, I have said nothing, I said nothing, I told them, leave me be, please, Eru, no, no, spare me from this torture, please, I will do anything anything stop please just I know quiet quiet please screams and -
Merry noticed Boromir's anxiety, and his smile faded. Once he finished picking everything up and stuffing it back into his pockets, he looked up at the Man in open concern.
"Is everything alright, Boromir?"
Boromir nodded. Forced calm. "Aye. Everything is well."
"You seem…"
"Everything is well, Merry."
But Boromir's arms were bouncing at his side. His hands trembled. Sweat. And his gaze was fixed on that corner. He was waiting, waiting. Any moment now, Third One would turn around from that corner – the pale face, the elf's pale, bloodied, dead face – would turn around, peeking out from that corner, and stare at Boromir with open, empty, accusatory eye-sockets. Any moment now. Any moment. Boromir stood rooted to the spot, staring, waiting.
Merry turned to look down the dim corridor. A few torches were lit. It was empty, save a guard standing at the far end.
"What are you looking at?" the hobbit asked.
Boromir tore his gaze from the corner. He looked down at Merry. Yet, even as he did that, he imagined Third One, not turning, no, angry now, Third One bounding down the corridor, running from that corner, running down the hall to Boromir and colliding with him. Boromir imagined Third One striding – pale, bloodied, dead – striding down and stopping in front of the Man, cupping his face in his rotten, decaying hands and saying –
"Boromir?" Merry asked, concern plain in his voice.
The tears came suddenly, unexpectedly. Boromir's brow lifted, his hand searched for the nearest wall to support him, and he sank down to the ground, sputtering. He buried his face into his shaking shoulders, pulled his knees up, choked ragged. It was such a typical position – Barad-dûr back in Barad-dûr burying face knees up sobbing, and Third One begging begging begging! Tortured again and again and again and again AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!
Merry was kneeling beside him.
"Boromir?" A soft voice laced with agitation.
Akrum, pushdug golug?
"He is there, Merry, he is around the next corner," Boromir whispered, all wavering, quiet, cracked.
Merry did not say anything. He understood. After a few moments, the hobbit stood.
"Do you want me to go check?" he asked.
Boromir looked up. Merry stood before him, looking down in forced solemnity. He was not serious. He was humoring him. But Boromir needed it, in that moment, and so he nodded.
The hobbit disappeared down the hall, hurrying towards the corner. He looked back to Boromir every so often, motioning that all was well. Finally, he reached the corner. Boromir watched. The hobbit leaned over, arched his head around, disappeared around the bend. He pulled himself back, turned around, and smiled at the Man.
"It's empty," Merry said as he approached.
Boromir was soothed enough. He straightened his legs, leaned his head back. With a shaking hand, he dragged the tears away, wiped the sweat from his brow. Merry hovered for a few moments beside him before taking a seat as well. The hobbit pulled his knees up, rested his arms against them.
They did not speak for several moments.
"Are you alright now?" Merry asked.
"Aye," Boromir said, though he could not hide the shaking in his voice. "Thank you."
Silence. Merry gathered up the remaining food which lay against the ground.
Finally: "Do you want to go outside?"
Boromir inhaled deeply. "Aye. Let's go."
Merry sprang to his feet, put out his hand and helped Boromir to stand. The Man continued to look – there! – at the corner, but also further down the corridor. For as the guard, marching at the far end of the hall, cast a shadow against the wall – Boromir was sure it was Third One again. But he swallowed his fear, clenched his fists, followed Merry out onto the Citadel balconies.
They found the nearest pair of doors and exited. Outside, the air was cool but not uncomfortable. A chill breeze. From this height, Minas Tirith lay still and silent below them. Everyone was asleep. Boromir and Merry leaned against the railing.
Outside, Boromir was slightly more relaxed. As he stared at the city, the Pelennor Fields, the mountain – never looking east – he would be relatively calm. The feel of the night air, it was soothing enough, for he could still feel that prickling, that sick burning his skin felt when it knew nothing but ash and fire and stone. But the cool wind calmed the burn, eased it.
Merry dug through his jacket pockets for something. Finally, he pulled out a bottle. He uncorked it with a pop, sniffed.
"Brandy?" Merry offered.
Boromir gave Merry a quizzical look.
"I found it," the hobbit shrugged, though a sly grin played at his lips. "I found it lying around in the kitchens."
"Well, you are our guest, little one," Boromir said slowly. "I suppose I cannot argue."
Boromir took the bottle, drank deeply. He returned it to Merry, who also drank. And on and on, back and forth. Once the bottle was half-empty, and Merry was giggling over some remembered joke, and Boromir's head swam, they spoke again.
"So…" Merry slurred, "just two days until the big event, then."
In truth, Boromir had completely forgotten about the coronation of the King.
"Will you still be Steward?"
"I know not."
Both took another drink. They were swaying uncertainly, and so they decided to find a nearby bench. It took longer than necessary, with much zigzagging and unexpected collisions, but soon a bench was found, and both Man and hobbit clumsily plopped down. Once seated, Boromir leaned back, gazed with half-lidded unseeing eyes. He felt somewhat calm. Merry was searching in his jacket for a pipe. He found it, began stuffing the weed.
As he stuffed, Merry cleared his throat.
"You-know-Boromir," Merry began, stringing his words together and hiccuping slightly, "Pip was telling… telling me about that problem you have, with eating and all." He finished stuffing the weed, retrieved some long matches from another pocket. "What is it they've – hic – been giving you from the Houses-of-Healing?"
Boromir shrugged. "I know not. A herbal drink."
"Aye, probably giving you ginger and… and lemon. Maybe a bit of valerian as well. You know I wrote a book on herbs, once? Aye. Tell them to put some chamomile in it, instead of the valerian. It'll taste better and you'll be able to swallow the thing without holding your nose."
Boromir nearly smiled. "Aye… 'tis disgusting…"
As Merry lit his pipe, Boromir leaned his head against the stone. "I did not know you wrote a book, Merry."
While Merry smoked, Boromir finished off the brandy. He slouched low in his seat, ran a hand absently over his beard. As he tugged lightly, however, a tuft of hair came out. He stared at it for a moment, confused. Yet he was too drunk to feel embarrassment at losing patches of his beard and so he let the hair drift away with the wind.
He had drunk most of the brandy, with Merry drinking much less. But still, the hobbit was small, and so less was needed. Both were suitably inebriated as to be candid.
Merry took a few puffs before turning to look at the Man. With a cocky half-grin, he slurred, "But Boromir, would you mind telling me what happened back there?"
"Back there, inside. Who did you think you saw?"
Boromir tensed immediately. He did not answer. He looked away, clenched his teeth. Merry waited. The grin faded, but the hobbit was still curious. Boromir said nothing.
After a few moments of waiting, Merry prompted, "Well?"
"'Tis not your matter," Boromir hissed.
"Fine. Just curious," Merry shrugged. "No reason to get angry."
But it all came rushing back, all of it, disgusting, violent, black-deadly, tortured and always always always screaming. Boromir moved his leg, shifted his arm, leaned forward, leaned back, and always always always Barad-dûr was there. Vividly there. He could feel the panic again, washing up, swishing back bleary with the alcohol – but the alcohol did not help as it should have, it was not enough, more was needed – and the panic, the panic, the terror, all of it, washing back up, up, up through his throat and into his head.
He felt blinded momentarily, as if sitting down was too similar to Barad-dûr, and so he stood suddenly. He paced, back and forth, back and forth, running again and again his hand over his beard, feeling the weak patches. When he whirled around, faced the bench again, he saw Merry staring at him.
"What are you doing?" the hobbit asked slowly.
But Boromir did not see Merry, no, no. What did he see? He saw the orc – that orc, that particular orc, yellowed-black teeth dripping red and clear ooze, dripping it onto the stomach wound, laughing, sneering, threatening, asking again and again and again and again and…
"What?" Boromir snapped.
Merry sat perfectly still.
"I asked what's wrong…" Merry said carefully.
And what do we always say pretty little prince stretched thin longer lost the Ring laughing screaming please please NO! NO! NO! please begging mocking orcs and roaring and snarling and elvish screams in the dark with the corner of the cell always my corner that is my corner do not come near this is my corner you cannot come close the prince the prince a bone crushed CRACK under the CLICK CLICK CLICK crowding back tittering twisting CRUNCH something SNAPS and hot-boiling blood leaks out screaming with pain and whimpering and pleading and begging and mother where are you mother mother MOTHER! weeping again the orcs goblins sneering drooling over all wet all slick with something red and black and yellow and cracked open wide bones shattered blood-slippery intestines with screams spilling out –
"I have said nothing!" Boromir bellowed.
"Whoa," Merry put up his hands. "Easy. You'll wake everyone." He frowned. "Come on, I think it's time to go to sleep."
The hobbit stood, walked unevenly to Boromir and was about to put his hand on Boromir's arm when the Man threw up his hand. With a crack, he struck Merry in the jaw. The hobbit yowled in pain, toppled back…
Taste this glu-bûb prince stuffed mouth black orc medicine meat and shivering wet and icy and searing hot fire against the scarred stomach burned scorched black hiccuping sobs and vomiting gasps and smoke curling twisting sweating always that sick sticky sweat oiled on the jagged spikes burrowing into the shoulder blades and the mask the mask the mask everything closed and suffocating I cannot breath I cannot breath I cannot breathe choking suffocation –
Blurs. Movement.
A blow to the stomach. Crippling. Shouts. "My lord!"
Slipping burning knees a slim knife slid underneath and up up up pricking slicing away the fat and meat the mind twists around itself with A BURNING EYE an eye on fire crackling red pop hisses and there is someone else in my cell someone else someone else there is someone else too dark to see someone else fear this is my corner –
"Boromir!" Something hard slapping against the temple. Flashes of pain, blinding.
Anything anything Third One just tell them anything stop stop no NO! no anything tell them dead killing me dead the stomach ripped open and the heart slithering out and slipping out onto the black jagged stones breathing lungs and see them expand with waste the poisonous fumes remember the very air the very air the very air I breathe is a poisonous fume and just just just just say it:
Boromir was in his room. He did not remember walking back to his room. He did not remember returning at all. With a pounding head and unwieldy limbs – too much brandy – he shoved himself off his back. He was lying at the end of his bed, as if he had fallen onto it. His knuckles were bleeding. As the scene before him swam into focus, he saw Merry hovering over him with a bleeding lip. Four armed guards were standing at the door.
Boromir blinked.
"I think he's coming back to himself, gentlemen," Merry said, looking back at the guards. "You can go. Thank you."
The guards nodded and filed out of the room. Their armor clattered as they walked, beating loud against Boromir's temples. He sat up, keeping an arm against the mattress's edge to steady himself, and touched his brow. As his fingers traveled along his skull, moving above the hairline, they grazed a livid bruise and he winced.
He looked at Merry, confused.
"What…?" he croaked.
But Merry was hesitant to reply. The hobbit was being visibly cautious.
"Boromir, I'm going to go, now," he said slowly. "I think what you need is a good night's rest."
"Did I…?"
"You just had too much to drink, that's all," Merry murmured. His lip was swollen.
"Did I strike you?" Boromir asked, aghast.
Merry chuckled slightly. Lopsided with the broken lip. "Aye, my friend. There was quite a scuffle. If it weren't for the guards, I would have had to get my sword."
Boromir groaned, covered his eyes with a hand. "I'm – Merry, I'm – it's the, I did not see, I thought - "
He could not finish. He could not say it. Merry did not reply. But, after a few moments, he muttered, "It's fine, Boromir."
Boromir nodded, looked up, tried to smile but failed. Merry remained hovering a few paces away, studying a particular tile. Finally, with an awkward inhalation, and a twisted grin of his own, the hobbit shrugged:
"Well, good night then."
"Good night."
"He what?"
Faramir stood, mouth agape, staring at the hobbit. They were all gathered in the Great Hall; Aragorn, Faramir, Imrahil, Gandalf, Legolas, Gimli and Merry. Aragorn sat in his throne, for he had taken to doing so before the formal coronation, while Gandalf sat to his right. All the others – Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Imrahil – stood surrounding Merry. They stared down at him with crossed arms, stern looks, knitted brows.
"He struck me," Merry repeated.
Again, Faramir mouthed several words silently, before turning to the others with wide-shocked eyes.
"And then?" Aragorn prompted gently. "Do you recall what happened after that?"
Merry snorted with a laugh. "Oh, aye, I had some brandy on board," he glanced at the others somewhat guiltily, "I mean, I found it in the kitchens, it was already open – but I didn't have as much as he had. In fact, I'm not sure he'll remember it if we asked him."
"He struck you with purpose?" Legolas asked. "Are you sure it was not an accident?"
Again, Merry laughed humorlessly.
"I think he clearly intended to knock my head off."
"And what did he do after that?" Gimli asked.
"Well…" Merry's smile faded, and his expression twisted with embarrassment. "He went for his dagger, the one he carries here, on the side, but a few guards spotted us and they hastened to us. He kept…," Merry shifted, nervous, lowered his voice, "he kept babbling to himself. Like in a fit. He wouldn't let anyone near him, and he kept begging us not to touch him, to stop doing whatever we were doing. And then he cried out for Third One – "
"The elf who was with him in Barad-dûr," Imrahil said.
"Aye," Merry nodded. "Well, the guards couldn't get him under control. They tried pulling him along, back to his chambers, but he fought the whole way. He tried to strike one of the younger guards – I don't know his name – and he nearly stabbed a second. Eventually, one of them just struck him on the head," Merry swallowed. "He didn't come around until an hour or so later."
No one could form a reply to this, no one wanted to comprehend the gravity of this. But all knew what it meant. All knew what happened to the prisoners of Barad-dûr or Dol Guldur, all knew of the unrecoverable minds, of the former heroes whittled down to weeping skeletons. Of freed prisoners not recognizing their own parents, their own children, their own wives. Of freed prisoners wandering the lands, either as tools of the Dark One or as gibbering beggars who ended their own pitiful existences as soon as they found a dagger sharp enough.
"He has been passing strange, as of late…" Legolas murmured, his soft voice dissolving the quiet. "Not two days past I spoke with him, idly, of elven news from Mirkwood, and he did break down into sobs, begging me to still my tongue."
"Aye," Gimli concurred. "And he outright fled from me once!"
"And that time at the council meeting, when he cried out as I touched him…" Imrahil added softly.
"Legolas," Aragorn said, leaning forward, "know you of these elves he traveled with? Pippin has confirmed this story, and he says Boromir calls them the adraefan. He says they are from your land; perchance you know of these exiles?"
Legolas shook his head. "In truth, I had ne'er heard such a tale. But my father did correspond with me recently, asking for news on behalf of this elf – this Third One – though he did not say who this nameless elf was, or what it meant. I have since sent the body forth to Mirkwood, as well as a letter explaining all that has happened since Morannon."
"The adraefan," Gandalf began, booming. Everyone turned to him. "The adraefan's tale has long since been erased from the Mirkwood annals. They were the Three Cowards in the Second Age, the three elves who betrayed their kinsmen and deserted the Last Alliance in the time of its greatest need. I am not surprised you do not know of them, Legolas, though you're father certainly does – as it was he who exiled them. They were to live as wanderers, without names, without identity. And Thranduil did everything to silence all talk of them – he ripped from the books their every trace. For theirs was a great shame, a great shame…"
The wizard shook his head.
"Nonetheless," he said, perking up, "it seems that they have regained enough honor if Thranduil should recognize them – nay, even ask for one! I know not what is happening in Mirkwood, but mayhap their battles with Boromir have eased some of these ancient punishments."
"Aye…" Faramir said. "When I sat with my brother this month past, he did oft cry out of Easterlings surrounding him. It seems he battled the Wild Men with these three exiles."
"And that is what led him to be captured," Legolas murmured.
"And that's what they meant, at the Black Gate, about the 'last battle on Dagorlad,'" Merry muttered.
"Yet he will say nothing to me," Faramir continued, his voice shaking. "I have asked him of it, but he is e'er cursing and swearing oaths and damning. He will not speak of it."
"Aye…" Merry said.
Another heavy silence. Merry imagined he could hear each heart, each heart thumping madly, as they all considered, evaluated, digested this news. His own heart had gone to thumping madly ever since last night, when Boromir's control dissolved as easily as smoke in the wind. He had tried laughing it off, had then tried solemnly accepting it as a sad change in his one-time friend, but Merry could not help the fear crawling over his skin as he had walked back to his own room the night before. After a few steps in the darkened corridor, constantly peering back to Boromir's door to see if the Man was coming after him with a knife, Merry had eventually broke out into a full run, sprinting back to his room.
Boromir's eyes. Open and unseeing. And the way he trembled and jerked back, as if Merry was worse than any orc, any Uruk-hai, any villain. And he kept saying – Merry closed his eyes, he did not want to think about it – how the Man kept saying forgive me, Eru, forgive me! as if he had confessed everything in Barad-dûr.
Did he tell them? Merry suddenly wondered. Had he confessed everything? Well, it did not matter now, Merry told himself firmly. Whatever he had said, it had not affected Frodo's quest. They had won. Everything was fine now. It did not matter.
"You do know he cannot be made Steward."
Everyone looked up. Gandalf had spoken. The old wizard was looking at Aragorn, who was pinching the bridge of his nose. And suddenly there was a thick tension, with veritable electricity emanating from Faramir, as everyone waited for Aragorn to respond. Finally, he nodded wearily.
"I know."
"Nay," Faramir blurted out, "nay. My lord, please, my brother cannot be so far gone as to have his title ripped from him."
"Still your worries, nephew," Imrahil said. "No one shall see it as ambition on your part."
"Aye, but he will."
"Well…" Imrahil shrugged slightly. "You know your brother. He has e'er been jealous of his glories and fame. He will not suffer gladly this change – but, unless his mind is truly gone, he will recognize its need. That is," he turned to Aragorn, "if my King does indeed choose Faramir as Lord Steward."
"I cannot see it otherwise."
"Then you think he is mad?" Faramir asked.
Aragorn opened his mouth as if to speak, closed it, sighed and shook his head. "I do not know…"
"But he is unfit," Gandalf said brusquely. "Have no doubt of that."
"Very well," Imrahil looked pointedly at Faramir. "I shall speak with him."
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Data about the village of Casalazara
The village of Casalazara is 8,45 kilometers far from the same town of Aprilia to whom it belongs.
To the municipality of Aprilia also belong the localities of Apriliana (6,10 km), Buon Riposo (4,97 km), Camilleri (-- km), Camilleri - Vallelata (3,86 km), Campo del Fico (10,15 km), Campo di Carne (4,18 km), Campoleone (6,17 km), Campoleone Scalo (5,76 km), Campoverde (11,34 km), Carano (8,41 km), Casalazzara (10,38 km), Cogna (7,83 km), Colle Cavaliere (13,17 km), Colle Oliva (7,44 km), Colli del Sole (7,57 km), Cossira (12,86 km), Fossignano (9,39 km), Genio Civile (6,44 km), Giannottola (8,33 km), Guardapasso (2,39 km), Il Rimessone (5,61 km), Isole (4,58 km), Lampione (8,68 km), Leda (4,25 km), Miculan (9,88 km), Orfanotrofio (4,79 km), Pantanelle (7,14 km), Pontoni (4,29 km), Pozzo dell'Inferno (10,23 km), Riserva Nuova (2,87 km), Sassi Rossi (6,34 km), Sele (9,06 km), Spaccasassi (5,34 km), Torre Bruna (8,44 km), Torre del Padiglione (5,89 km), Tre Colli (6,82 km), Vallelata (-- km), Vallelata Nord (3,68 km)
The number in parentheses following each village name indicate the distance between the same village and the municipality of Aprilia.
Please notice that in what follows no statistic nor population data are available at the moment: the same are available for the Italian places having al least the status of municipalities ad for most of the villages too.
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Fried Fish with Soy Sauce
I love fish, but I don't eat enough of them here in the United States; I can hardly find the ones I love most.
Growing up in Malaysia, fresh fish is abundant. There are all kinds of fish available in the wet market–big, small, tiny, deep-sea, or fresh water. I prefer smaller and tiny fish, deep-fried to crispy goodness that I can just eat the whole fish with bones. If you've tried those, you know how great they are.
Recently, I found a bucket of small red cod on sale. Each of them was about 6-8 oz. If you read my steamed fish recipe, you'll know that I love red cod. Without any hesitation, I got a couple of them and made fried fish with soy sauce–one of the simplest recipes for fried fish, but super delicious especially when you drench the ginger soy sauce with steamed white rice…mmm heavenly…
If you are tired of plain old fried fish with salt, try my fried fish with soy sauce recipe. I bet you will love it.
Now, what fish do you like?
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Sounds delicious! I'd love to try this if I can find the right kind of fish.
I want to know if your fish sticks to the wok… mine always does. Still recall sage advice (or should it be advise?) from mum, never move the fish when one if wok frying or it'll break into pieces….
Young Werther – do you use a non-stick wok? Just make sure your wok is super hot before you drop the fish into the wok before frying. Another tip is to pat dry the fish with paper towels and then oil the fish before you fry so they don't stick easily. I use deep fryer now so I hardly have the sticking problem.
would still prefer this steamed..but fried fish with rice sounds very good too!
what fish is this? looks so skinny.
i love yr receipt, i'am staying in penang n notice this blog from the intervies btw u and kwong wah. well done !
that skinny fish can't be cod right?
I don't eat enough fish over here too.. always love fish!!
Some of my most transcendant fish experiences have been with fish cooked in exactly this way!
When u mentioned small little fish fried till we can consume all the bones, that reminds me of 'cai yu' which is what my mum n grandma calls it. It's really tedious cleaning them up because they're so small and cute.
Definitely miss those. I can take about 5-6 easily even after all my rice is gone.
Fried cod fish is awesome but not that cheap in Malaysia. Envy you for getting so many cheap cod fishes. They're sweeeettt..
What is a good fish to fry? I live in the US too. I frequent our local farmer's market and there is tons of selection! But never move out of my comfort zone to try any. Yes, btw what fish is this? Usually husband will get cod (for dinners) or mahi mahi (when we are at the restaurants; we had it in Hawaii and they were really sweet and yummy)!
Thanks for the recipe!!
I'm with you on not eating enough fish here. This looks great! Are the tails and fins crispy?
My favourite fish dish!!
I love small fish too, used to have deep-fried little fish as snack when I was kid. Went back to my hometown (Kuala Selangor) 2 weeks ago, brought back lots of small fish. Those were from my fisherman uncle, frozen them then packed in foam box with ice cubes. They stayed frozen after 5 hours drive from KS to Penang.
I live in Vancouver Island so we're supposed to have good fish…. but we don't! That really ticks me off. I love fish, I'd much rather eat fish than meat. I am originally from the Philippines and pan fried crispy fish is a popular lunch or dinner item. Here, I'm reduced to fish and chips, what sacrilege, fried fish should be eaten with rice lol! Your crispy fried fish looks very yummy the sauce reminds of Kylie Kwong's recipe.
Hi Bee, huge fan of your work here including the lovely photos.
Wondrin' what camera you use to give the photos such 'pro' appearance :)
Ordering fish outside is so expensive and it's nice to be able to whip this up at home, especially if it looks as fantastic as yours ;p
Some small Chinese roadside restaurants in KL still serve this kind of simple dishes !
Fried ma yau fish with sauce. cheap & good
The American south has rivers full of "Asian Carp", considered an invasive species – Can they be eaten? Do we lack only the proper preparation methods and recipes to turn this seeming ecological disaster into a High protein bonanza?
I have cooked and eaten Asian carp. The meat is very good but there are a lot of bones. I hear they are popular in Asia. I just wish I knew how they cook them. Where can you find out, other than taking a trip to China?
where exactly are the recipes?????? they all talk about what to look for but doesnt include the steps or the amount one has to use for the chinese recipes
Where did you get this fish from? It looks rather skinny but if you were attacking the bones, then it would have served the purpose :P
hi, what does the shaoxing wine do and is thee any substitute for it?
Any recommendations for fishes to be used with this in Australia?
There are no wet market and it's so difficult to find a whole fish for cooking here!
Any recommendations to substitute the Shaoxing wine to any other sauces.since I'm a muslim that loves chinese foods i find it difficult to follow most of the recipes.kindly in future put a note for us to substitute the sauces in your new recipes ok.
thank you for sharing this recipe, i tried this today for dinner, it was yummm…wanna make this again tomorrow :p
can i know what red cop is known in malay? izzit ikan kerisi?
tried this recipe out yesterday and it turned out AMAZING!
it was my first time cooking this dish and didnt expect it to turn out so good. super simple, super delicious.
however, while i was deep frying the fish, it got stuck to the pan and its skin came off. any suggestions on how to avoid that?
make sure the oil is super hot!! prior to frying the fish, i dusted them with cornstarch, it helps to keep them from sticking and makes them extra crunchy :-)
made this for dinner tonight and OMG—IT WAS DELICIOUS!!!! I think this is my favorite recipe from you so far and my brother loved it (he's very picky about his food) so much he cleaned his plate!!! I salted the fish a bit before frying but i didn't need to because the soy sauce was enough. for those who plan on making this dish, DO NOT USE ANY SALT WHATSOEVER, the soy sauce and ginger is enough, trust in the recipe. ummm, when is the cookbook coming out?
I did a variation of your dish. Its awesome. thanks for the tips!
is it possible without Shaoxing wine and the white pepper? D:
I' m muslim… I love chinese food but can u give alternate for several ingredents (halal) to us next time?
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Amy Poehler is hosting a dinner party and you're invited! Welcome to the audiobook edition of Amy Poehler's Yes Please. The guest list is star-studded with vocal appearances from Carol Burnett, Seth Meyers, Michael Schur, Patrick Stewart, Kathleen Turner, and even Amy's parents - Yes Please is the ultimate audiobook extravaganza.
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Ever since Martin Banks and his fellow computer geeks discovered that reality is just a computer program to be happily hacked, they've been jaunting back and forth through time, posing as medieval wizards and having the epic adventures that other nerds can only dream of having. But even in their wildest fantasies, they never expected to end up at the mercy of the former apprentice whom they sent to prison for gross misuse of magic and all-around evil behavior.
"Happy to see more, but not as fun as the first two"
At 22, Cheryl Strayed thought she had lost everything. In the wake of her mother's death, her family scattered and her own marriage was soon destroyed. Four years later, with nothing more to lose, she made the most impulsive decision of her life: to hike the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State - and to do it alone. She had no experience as a long-distance hiker, and the trail was little more than "an idea, vague and outlandish and full of promise." But it was a promise of piecing back together a life that had come undone.
"Glad I Took the Trip"
By the man who helped invent the red-hot management process known as "Scrum", Scrum unveils what is wrong with the way we currently do work, and how a simple set of principles, applied in exactly the right sequence, can accelerate productivity and quality as much as 1200 percent. Scrum (which gets its name from the formation in rugby in which the whole team locks its arms to gain control of the ball) is the reason that Amazon can launch a new feature on its website every day.
"Good Intro and practical Tips"
In the aftermath of the brutal murder of his father, Richard Cypher encounters a mysterious woman, Kahlan Amnell, in his forest sanctuary. She seeks his help...and more. His world, his very beliefs, are shattered when ancient debts come due with thundering violence.
"Better than the show"
Why we think it's a great listen: An all-time Audible favorite that mixes historic fiction, adventure, and romance with one of the most fascinating literary devices: time travel. Outlander introduces an exhilarating world of heroism and breathtaking thrills as one woman is torn between past and present, passion and love. In 1945, former combat nurse Claire Randall returns from World War II and joins her husband for a second honeymoon. But their blissful reunion is shattered....
"The Reason for the Existence of Audio Books"
Newcago is free. They told David it was impossible, that even the Reckoners had never killed a High Epic. Yet Steelheart - invincible, immortal, unconquerable - is dead. And he died by David's hand.Eliminating Steelheart was supposed to make life simpler. Instead, it only made David realize he has questions. Big ones. And no one in Newcago can give him answers.Babylon Restored, the city formerly known as the borough of Manhattan, has possibilities, though.
"Fabulous -- A Must Read Sequal"
Why we think it's a great listen: Seabiscuit was a runaway success, and Hillenbrand's done it again with another true-life account about beating unbelievable odds. On a May afternoon in 1943, an Army Air Forces bomber crashed into the Pacific Ocean and disappeared, leaving only a spray of debris and a slick of oil, gasoline, and blood. Then, on the ocean surface, a face appeared.....
In The Silent Sister, Riley MacPherson has spent her entire life believing that her older sister Lisa committed suicide as a teenager. Now, over twenty years later, her father has passed away and she's in New Bern, North Carolina cleaning out his house when she finds evidence to the contrary. Lisa is alive. Alive and living under a new identity. But why exactly was she on the run all those years ago, and what secrets are being kept now?
"Great story, kept me reading until late at night"
One choice can transform you - or it can destroy you. But every choice has consequences, and as unrest surges in the factions all around her, Tris Prior must continue trying to save those she loves - and herself - while grappling with haunting questions of grief and forgiveness, identity and loyalty, politics and love.
"Decent but not as interesting as Divergent"
Daniel James Brown's robust book tells the story of the University of Washington's 1936 eight-oar crew and their epic quest for an Olympic gold medal, a team that transformed the sport and grabbed the attention of millions of Americans. The sons of loggers, shipyard workers, and farmers, the boys defeated elite rivals first from eastern and British universities and finally the German crew rowing for Adolf Hitler in the Olympic games in Berlin, 1936.
"Do you believe in miracles??"
Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel's story is about to be completely rewritten. Insightful, bold, irreverent, and raw, The Fault in Our Stars is award-winning-author John Green's most ambitious and heartbreaking work yet, brilliantly exploring the funny, thrilling, and tragic business of being alive and in love.
"Sad Premise, Fantastic Story"
Harry Clifton is more successful than ever as a novelist, and has just been elected president of PEN Britain. He learns of a writer in Russia whose memoir of life inside Stalin's palace has landed the writer in prison for life, his book taken off shelves and destroyed. Harry becomes obsessed with freeing the writer and telling his story. His wife Emma, meanwhile is the chair of Barringtons Shipping, having escaped a plot to destroy their company by bombing one of their luxury liners, and now the company is thriving.
"Wonderful book!"
At its core, The Power of Habit contains an exhilarating argument: The key to exercising regularly, losing weight, raising exceptional children, becoming more productive, building revolutionary companies and social movements, and achieving success is understanding how habits work. Habits aren't destiny. As Charles Duhigg shows, by harnessing this new science, we can transform our businesses, our communities, and our lives.
"Nice! A guide on how to change"
In a time long forgotten, a preternatural event threw the seasons off balance. In a land where summers can last decades and winters a lifetime, trouble is brewing. As the cold returns, sinister forces are massing beyond the protective wall of the kingdom of Winterfell. To the south, the king's powers are failing, with his most trusted advisor mysteriously dead and enemies emerging from the throne's shadow.
"Review of First 5 Books"
You can go after the job you want...and get it! You can take the job you have...and improve it! You can take any situation you're in...and make it work for you!
"This is well worth listening too! Main points are."
Set over the course of one school year, in 1986, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits - smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try. When Eleanor meets Park, you'll remember your own first love - and just how hard it pulled you under.
"Pure Heartstrings -- A Great Story"
At least one-third of the people we know are introverts. They are the ones who prefer listening to speaking, reading to partying; who innovate and create but dislike self-promotion; who favor working on their own over brainstorming in teams. Although they are often labeled "quiet," it is to introverts that we owe many of the great contributions to society--from van Gogh's sunflowers to the invention of the personal computer.
"Thought provoking and Uplifting.... A++++++++!!!!!"
Meet Harold Fry, recently retired. He lives in a small English village with his wife, Maureen, who seems irritated by almost everything he does, even down to how he butters his toast. Little differentiates one day from the next. Then one morning the mail arrives, and within the stack is a letter addressed to Harold from a woman he hasn't seen or heard from in 20 years. Queenie Hennessy is in hospice and is writing to say goodbye. Harold pens a quick reply and, leaving Maureen to her chores, heads to the corner mailbox. But then Harold has a chance encounter, one that convinces him that he absolutely must deliver his message to Queenie in person.
"Wonderful Walkabout"
The story begins in 1962. On a rocky patch of the sun-drenched Italian coastline, a young innkeeper, chest-deep in daydreams, looks out over the incandescent waters of the Ligurian Sea and spies an apparition: a tall, thin woman, a vision in white, approaching him on a boat. She is an actress, he soon learns, an American starlet, and she is dying. And the story begins again today, half a world away, when an elderly Italian man shows up on a movie studio's back lot - searching for the mysterious woman he last saw at his hotel decades earlier.
"My mind wandered"
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.
"Dreamlike Experience to Savor"
In search of adventure, 29-year-old Conor Grennan traded his day job for a year-long trip around the globe, a journey that began with a three-month stint volunteering at the Little Princes Children's Home, an orphanage in war-torn Nepal. Conor was initially reluctant to volunteer, unsure whether he had the proper skill, or enough passion, to get involved in a developing country in the middle of a civil war. But he was soon overcome by the herd of rambunctious, resilient children.
"Amazing experience + Inspiring tale"
Why we think it's a great listen: The most celebrated performance in all of Audible's history, The Help has nearly 2,000 5-star reviews from your fellow listeners. We hear the print book's not bad, either. In pitch-perfect voices, Kathryn Stockett creates three extraordinary women whose determination to start a movement of their own forever changes a town, and the way women - mothers, daughters, caregivers, friends - view one another.
"What a great surprise!"
Why we think it's a great listen: A performance so poignant, we gave Bronson Pinchot (yes, Balki from Perfect Strangers) our inaugural Narrator of the Year award.... In the monsoon season of 1968-69 at a fire support base called Matterhorn, located in the remote mountains of Vietnam, a young and ambitious Marine lieutenant wants to command a company to further his civilian political ambitions. But two people stand in his way.
Why we think it's a great listen: Some books are meant to be read; others are meant to be heard – Water for Elephants falls into the second group, and is one of the best examples we have of how a powerful performance enhances a great story. Nonagenarian Jacob Jankowski reflects back on his wild and wondrous days with a circus. It's the Depression Era and Jacob, finding himself parentless and penniless, joins the Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth.
"Great Narration!!"
Louisa Clark is an ordinary girl living an exceedingly ordinary life - steady boyfriend, close family - who has never been farther afield than her tiny village. She takes a badly needed job working for ex-Master of the Universe Will Traynor, who is wheelchair bound after an accident. Will has always lived a huge life - big deals, extreme sports, worldwide travel - and now he's pretty sure he cannot live the way he is. Will is acerbic, moody, bossy - but Lou refuses to treat him with kid gloves, and soon his happiness means more to her than she expected.
"Will & Louisa - each has what the other one needs"
Why we think it's a great listen: Got 40 hours to kill? You'll find the time when you start listening to Lee's take on Follett's epic – and widely celebrated – novel of 12th-century England. The Pillars of the Earth tells the story of Philip, prior of Kingsbridge, a devout and resourceful monk driven to build the greatest Gothic cathedral the world has known...of Tom, the mason who becomes his architect - a man divided in his soul...and of the beautiful, elusive Lady Aliena, haunted by a secret shame....
Why we think it's a great listen: There's no gentle way to put this – Frank McCourt's performance of Angela's Ashes is just better than the Pulitzer Prize-winning book. Frank McCourt shares his sometimes heartwarming, sometimes heartbreaking story of growing up poor, Irish, and Catholic in the Pulitzer Prize-winning memoir Angela's Ashes.
"A classic book *and* a classic audiobook"
An entertaining illumination of the stupid beliefs that make us feel wise. You believe you are a rational, logical being who sees the world as it really is, but journalist David McRaney is here to tell you that you're as deluded as the rest of us. But that's OK - delusions keep us sane. You Are Not So Smart is a celebration of self-delusion. It's like a psychology class, with all the boring parts taken out, and with no homework. Based on the popular blog of the same name, You Are Not So Smart collects more than 46 of the lies we tell ourselves everyday.
"It's official, I'm an idiot"
Georgie, aka Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, cousin of King George V of England, is penniless and trying to survive on her own as an ordinary person in London in 1932. So far she has managed to light a fire and boil an egg... She's gate-crashed a wedding... She's making money by secretly cleaning houses... And she's been asked to spy for Her Majesty the Queen.
"Happy addition to a difficult genre"
Why we think it's a great listen: When it comes to author/narrator pairings, nobody tops James Lee Burke and Will Patton in the Robicheaux thrillers. Beloved Burke hero Detective Dave Robicheaux here returns to New Iberia to solve a series of grisly murders. Seven young women in neighboring Jefferson Davis Parish have been brutally murdered. While the crimes have all the telltale signs of a serial killer, the death of Bernadette Latiolais, a high-school honor student, doesn't fit.
"Best Yet... Almost"
Why we think it's a great listen: It's a story that most people know, told here in an unforgettable way – an audio masterpiece that rivals the best thrillers, thanks to Capote genre-defining words and Brick's subtle but powerful characterizations. On November 15, 1959, in the small town of Holcomb, Kansas, four members of the Clutter family were savagely murdered by blasts from a shotgun held a few inches from their faces. There was no apparent motive for the crime, and there were almost no clues.
"Still the Best"
The Mongol army led by Genghis Khan subjugated more lands and people in 25 years than the Romans did in 400. In nearly every country the Mongols conquered, they brought an unprecedented rise in cultural communication, expanded trade, and a blossoming of civilization.
"Brilliant, insightful, intriguing."
Why we think it's a great listen: A masterpiece like none other, Brooks' powerful performance of Haley's words has been known to leave listeners in tears. It begins with a birth in an African village in 1750, and ends two centuries later at a funeral in Arkansas. And in that time span, an unforgettable cast of men, women, and children come to life, many of them based on the people from Alex Haley's own family tree.
Why we think it's a great listen: If you ever thought history was boring, David McCullough's performance of his fascinating book will change your mind. In this stirring audiobook, McCullough tells the intensely human story of those who marched with General George Washington in the year of the Declaration of Independence, when the whole American cause was riding on their success.
"It tantalized my taste buds"
On November 22, 1963, three shots rang out in Dallas, President Kennedy died, and the world changed. What if you could change it back? In this brilliantly conceived tour de force, Stephen King - who has absorbed the social, political, and popular culture of his generation more imaginatively and thoroughly than any other writer - takes listeners on an incredible journey into the past and the possibility of altering it.
"I Owe Stephen King An Apology"
Why we think it's a great listen: It's easy to say that when it comes to sci-fi you either love it or you hate it. But with Ender's Game, it seems to be you either love it or you love it.... The war with the Buggers has been raging for a hundred years, and the quest for the perfect general has been underway for almost as long. Enter Andrew "Ender" Wiggin, the result of decades of genetic experimentation.
"6 titles in the series so far"
Graham Greene's evocative analysis of the love of self, the love of another, and the love of God is an English classic that has been translated for the stage, the screen, and even the opera house. Academy Award-winning actor Colin Firth (The King's Speech, A Single Man) turns in an authentic and stirring performance for this distinguished audio release.
"Colin Firth Kills It"
Anne Elliot has grieved for seven years over the loss of her first love, Captain Frederick Wentworth. But events conspire to unravel the knots of deceit and misunderstanding in this beguiling and gently comic story of love and fidelity.
"Juliet Stevenson is Simply Amazing"
Seconds before the Earth is demolished to make way for a galactic freeway, Arthur Dent is plucked off the planet by his friend Ford Prefect, a researcher for the revised edition of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy who, for the last 15 years, has been posing as an out-of-work actor.
"HHTGH - Lightly Fried"
There have been many books - on a large and small scale - about Steve Jobs, one of the most famous CEOs in history. But this book is different from all the others. Becoming Steve Jobs takes on and breaks down the existing myth and stereotypes about Steve Jobs. The conventional, one-dimensional view of Jobs is that he was half genius, half jerk from youth, an irascible and selfish leader who slighted friends and family alike.
Gigi is no longer an innocent teen. All grown up and looking for love, her family and friends worry she'll go for the sexy, alluring vampire instead of a nice, safe human. But sexy and alluring, with a penchant for biting, could be just what Gigi wants...
"Sadly disappointing."
NYPD Red is the elite, highly trained task force assigned to protect the rich, the famous, and the connected. And Detective Zach Jordan and his partner, Kylie MacDonald - the woman who broke his heart at the police academy - are the best of the best, brilliant, and tireless investigators who will stop at nothing to deliver justice.
"45 Stars So Far For NYPD Red!!"
What happened to Islamic reform? Why have al Qaeda and Boko Haram become the faces of contemporary Islam? Why has the Arab Spring devolved into a battle over sharia law? Continuing her personal journey from a deeply religious Islamic upbringing to a post at Harvard and American citizenship, the New York Times best-selling author of Infidel and Nomad crafts a powerful call for an Islamic reformation as the only way to end the current wave of global violence and repression of women.
"Islam the roots of the actual terror!"
The Stranger appears out of nowhere, perhaps in a bar or a parking lot or at the grocery store. His identity is unknown. His motives are unclear. His information is undeniable. Then he whispers a few words in your ear and disappears, leaving you picking up the pieces of your shattered world.
""Well, Mr. Secret Revealer!""
On May 1, 1915, a luxury ocean liner as richly appointed as an English country house sailed out of New York, bound for Liverpool, carrying a record number of children and infants. The passengers were anxious. Germany had declared the seas around Britain to be a war zone, and for months, its U-boats had brought terror to the North Atlantic.
"What a Ride!"
Over the course of two decades, John Hargrove worked with 20 different whales on two continents and at two of SeaWorld's U.S. facilities. For Hargrove, becoming an orca trainer fulfilled a childhood dream. However, as his experience with the whales deepened, Hargrove came to doubt that their needs could ever be met in captivity.
Dana Catrell is shocked when her neighbor, Celia, is brutally murdered. To Dana's horror, she was the last person to see Celia alive. Suffering from mania, the result of her bipolar disorder, she has troubling holes in her memory, including what happened on the afternoon of Celia's death. Her husband's odd behavior and the probing of Detective Jack Moss create further complications as she searches for answers.
"This one was a little strange."
Gail, a prominent Boston judge, keeps receiving letters from her husband's latest girlfriend, while her husband, a theology professor, claims he's nine-months sober from sex with grad students. Hannah, a homemaker, catches her husband having sex with a male prostitute in a public restroom. Bridget, a psychiatric nurse at a state hospital, is sure she has a loving, doting spouse, until she learns that he is addicted to chat rooms and match-making websites.
"Narrator is not Orlagh Cassidy"
When Prudence Alessandra Maccon Akeldama ("Rue" to her friends) is bequeathed an unexpected dirigible, she does what any sensible female under similar circumstances would do: she christens it the Spotted Custard and floats off to India. Soon she stumbles upon a plot involving local dissidents, a kidnapped brigadier's wife, and some awfully familiar Scottish werewolves.
"Pronunciations and character voices are Different!"
The author of the blockbuster New York Times best sellers, The Happiness Project and Happier at Home, tackles the critical question: How do we change? Gretchen Rubin's answer: through habits. Habits are the invisible architecture of everyday life. It takes work to make a habit, but once that habit is set, we can harness the energy of habits to build happier, stronger, more productive lives.
From the best-selling author of A Three Dog Life, which "shines with honest intelligence" (Elizabeth Gilbert): a fresh, exhilarating, superbly written memoir about aging, family, creativity, tragedy, friendship, and the richness of life.
Four hundred years in the future the Earth has turned primitive, following a nuclear fire that laid waste to civilization and nature. Though the radiation fallout has ended, for some unknowable reason every person is born with a twin. Of each pair one is an Alpha - physically perfect in every way - and the other an Omega burdened with deformity, small or large.
"Captivating story..."
Tim Gunn, America's favorite reality TV cohost, is known for his kind but firm approach in providing wisdom, guidance, and support to the scores of design hopefuls on Project Runway. Having begun his fashion career as a teacher at Parsons The New School for Design, Tim knows more than a thing or two about mentorship and how to convey invaluable pearls of wisdom in an approachable, accessible manner.
How did a disheveled, intellectually combative gay Jew with a thick New Jersey-Massachusetts accent become one of the most effective politicians of his time? In this candid and witty political memoir, Barney Frank relates his journey from the outskirts of New York City to Boston's City Hall and the Massachusetts legislature, and then to the US Congress, where he played a vital role in the struggle for personal freedom and economic fairness over four decades.
Darlene, once an exemplary wife and a loving mother to her young son, Eddie, finds herself devastated by the unforeseen death of her husband. Unable to cope with her grief, she turns to drugs and quickly forms an addiction. One day she disappears without a trace.
"Authors Should not Narrate"
Four high school seniors put their hopes, hearts, and humanity on the line as an asteroid hurtles toward Earth in this contemporary novel. They always say that high school is the best time of your life. Peter, the star basketball player at his school, is worried "they" might actually be right. Meanwhile Eliza can't wait to escape Seattle - and her reputation - and perfect-on-paper Anita wonders if admission to Princeton is worth the price of abandoning her real dreams.
Shane Dawson has always been an open book. From his first YouTube vlog back in 2008 to his feature film debut Not Cool to a cover story in Variety magazine, Shane has documented his life pre-tty thoroughly. We've seen awkward and adorable Q&As with his mom, weight-loss center drama, love life details, and the all-important haircut reveal. We've seen his hilarious spoofs of Miley Cyrus, Paris Hilton, and Sarah Palin. His music videos are awesome.
"Never heard of Shane Dawson and still loved this!"
Spring 1937. In the four years since she left England, Maisie Dobbs has experienced love, contentment, stability - and the deepest tragedy a woman can endure. Now all she wants is the peace she believes she might find by returning to India. But her sojourn in the hills of Darjeeling is cut short when her stepmother summons her home to England; her aging father, Frankie Dobbs, is not getting any younger.
"Maisie at the crossroads"
Nine years ago terrorists hijacked a plane in Vienna. Somehow a rescue attempt staged from the inside went terribly wrong, and everyone onboard was killed. Members of the CIA stationed in Vienna during that time were witness to this terrible tragedy, gathering intel from their sources during those tense hours, assimilating facts from the ground with a series of texts coming from one of their agents inside the plane.
"Pushing, incrementally, toward le Carré"
She was gone. Joe Pickett had good reason to dislike Dallas Cates, even if he was a rodeo champion, and now he has even more: Joe's 18-year-old ward, April, has run off with him. And then comes even worse news: The body of a girl has been found in a ditch along the highway - alive but just barely, the victim of blunt-force trauma.
"Another great Chuck Box book!!!"
Andrew Morton tells the story of the feckless Edward VIII, later Duke of Windsor; his American wife, Wallis Simpson; the bizarre wartime Nazi plot to make him a puppet king after the invasion of Britain; and the attempted cover-up by Churchill, General Eisenhower, and King George VI of the duke's relations with Hitler.
"Dangerous fools"
It's the American dream: get a good education, work hard, buy a house, and achieve prosperity and success. This is the America we believe in - a nation of opportunity, constrained only by ability and effort. But during the last 25 years we have seen a disturbing "opportunity gap" emerge. Americans have always believed in equality of opportunity, the idea that all kids, regardless of their family background, should have a decent chance to improve their lot in life.
"A more relatable, less rigorous, Coming Apart"
The year is 1855. The Crimean War is raging. The incompetence of British commanders causes the fall of the English government. The empire teeters. Amid this crisis comes opium-eater Thomas De Quincey, one of the most notorious and brilliant personalities of Victorian England. Along with his irrepressible daughter, Emily, and their Scotland Yard companions, Ryan and Becker, De Quincey finds himself confronted by an adversary who threatens the heart of the nation.
"Haunting and Fascinating Crime in Victorian London"
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Six days. 35 friends, new and old. This beach. No Internet. Setting intentions. Purging fears. Grasping at truths. Laughing. Sharing. Deep diving. And dancing. Always dancing. Happy New Year? The happiest.
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Well, it all started several months ago when my husband got a little antsy about my growing collection of them in the cupboard. I can't really say I blame him because seriously people, it was definitely a collection! We have been through this battle before with empty toilet paper rolls...To his dismay, I was adamant in keeping them because I was going to come up with something brilliant to make with them. A couple weeks later he received Dynamite TNT Bombs filled with candy, made out of Toilet Paper rolls for Father's Day! Bahahahaha! I still laugh to this day thinking about how it was my way at getting back at him. :)
So when I was up the other night with my brain in overdrive, I suddenly had a light bulb come on in my head with billions of ideas of what I could make with fruit cups. I know, I know, I have issues! Since yesterday was the first day of Spring and we have had some pretty bulbs pop up in the front yard, we decided to get out our favorite Springtime book Planting a Rainbow by Lois Ehlert and then we planted ourselves a very pretty rainbow (using fruit cups of course!)....
To make your own Rainbow Garden you will need:
-An empty Egg Carton (we used one for 18 eggs)
-9 Fruit Cups
-Colorful Paint
-9 Large Wooden Craft Sticks
-9 Large Pom-Poms
-Green construction paper
-Green Easter Grass (we used the paper kind)
This spanned out to be a two day project for us. We painted everything one day and let it dry completely overnight. Then we finished assembling it the next day.
Start by painting the inside of your fruit cups all of the colors of the rainbow (No need to paint the outside). We threw in some pink and a couple different shades of blue as well. Also, paint your wooden craft sticks green and the bottom of your egg carton brown. We used acrylic paint. Let the paint dry completely.
Affix the bottom of the fruit cups to the wooden sticks. You can use school glue but since we are inpatient around this house, we used a hot glue gun.
While you have the hot glue gun out, glue a large pom-pom in the center of each cup. Try to use a variety of different colors instead of just yellow. I let my kids choose the colors and place them inside the cups once I had put some hot glue in them. Then my kids cut some stems out of green paper and glued them onto the stems with school glue.
In order to poke the flowers into the egg carton, an adult will have to use a craft knife to cut a small slit in the middle of each egg carton section. You won't be able to place a flower in each section because they will be too crowded, so scatter them out over the egg carton.
Now you can poke all of the flowers into the egg carton. Last, we diluted some school glue with a little bit of water and used a paint brush to paint it all over the egg carton. Then spread the green Easter Grass all over the egg carton.
Happy Spring!!
To see what we did last year after reading Planting a Rainbow, CLICK HERE.
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At 22 years old, Sam Hill is firming his reputation as the most talented rider on the planet. This is Australia is an explosive documentary that delves deep into the lives of the top riders who have given Australia its reputation, explores the challenges faced by the younger riders trying to establish themselves in a sport that takes everything you have to succeed, and asks the question: what makes Sam Hill so fast?
- Filmed all over Australia and featuring some of the best-known and iconic trails, as well as secret trails the riders have built themselves
- Candid interviews with riders, parents, friends and industry figures
- Superb cinematography and adrenalin-fueled riding sequences