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Raising a Pet Sheep: The First Year
A true pet story, the only difference is the pet is not a cat, or a dog, it is a sheep. How one lamb was not only lucky to be alive, but also became a pet.
The first feeding was special milk, called colostrum, normally baby animals get this from their mother, it is her first milk and contains antibodies. We bought some from the veterinarian.
The bottle feeding routine began. Early morning feeding, another before leaving for work, one at lunch (forcing me to come home from work), one after work, one after dinner, and another before bed. After a few days I was able to eliminate the noon feeding. This was lots of work when you remember there were two lambs to be fed each time, and in the middle of winter too!
Another set of lambs was born that evening, it made it clear how much smaller these two were, but with time they grew. Gradually the bottle feedings were reduced and eventually stopped altogether. The nice thing about bottle fed lambs is that they remain friendly were as most lambs are unsure of humans (and well they should be I suppose). We did sell one of the two, as we cannot possibly keep them all. I selected the black one to keep.
Still without a name I often referred to her as Black Baby, merely as a description the same way we called one of her Aunts by the name of Diamond for the marking on her head, and the other one is known as Speckle, again for the markings.
In the summer her black coat faded to a brownish color. We don't really do too much with the sheep in the summer, check them of course, but they don't go into the barn any longer and pretty much have a good life, guarded by a donkey and llama. Above in June of 2009, below in July of 2009. Because she was a bottle baby she is not afraid when I approach with the camera.
Late in the fall we got a ram. Fall is when you normally put rams in with sheep, and we did so later this year so no more January lambs. We are now aiming for March. Blackie Sheep is old enough to have her first lamb, or lambs, this spring. We have been making sure Favorite, her mom, gets extra food and attention too!
As winter set in I looked at an old Calendar and found Blackie's birthday was fast approaching. Although the day was over cast I made a special trip out to take her photograph. She looks pretty messy doesn't she? Even though no lambs are due we are keeping the sheep in the barn at night because we have had problems with predators (coyotes) in the winter in past years.
The final picture is of Blackie Sheep on her one year old birthday, January 11, 2010. I realized later that the time of day of this picture was probably very close to the time of day for her first picture. However, this day was much warmer, and my sheep no longer needed my special care.
All photos by author and husband, not for reproduction.
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What Farm Animals can be Kept as Pets
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A Picture of Blackie Sheeps Father, the Ram with Four Horns
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So cute sheep
So cute sheep
Very enjoyable post. We have had the same experience with goats with one additional problem. We were lucky to have frozen colustrom on hand since goats do not produce it in the womb…only in the udder the first 36 hours after kidding.
Very well written and full of good information!
This is the first time I saw a picture of a real black sheep. I wish I could also have a pet lamb. But I think it's quite expensive especially if like in your case you have to bottle feed it.
What a wonderful story! You and your family work so hard, what lucky sheep! The pics are beautiful.
Excellent story and pics!
Very interesting and enjoyable to read. Great writing and pictures.
What a wonderful article, thanks for sharing.
This was a wonderful post. I enjoy learning about your farm and your sleep. Loved the pictures.
Great story.
What an interesting story about your pet sheep. Lucky you to live on a farm and have all the joy of pet animals.
I am glad you can save them both.
Great story, sounds almost like having a human baby – twins at that.
Allow me to say, Brenda that you really have a heart for animals. nice article..
That's a wonderful story and cute also
Great write! enjoyed it.
I really enjoyed reading this article.
This is interesting. I have never raised a sheep and would never know how to raise one.
Nice share and a beautiful share Thank you friend
What a lovely story! I have blogged this over at http://www.webphemera.com
Nice share…I enjoyed it….
Very interesting post! I recognize the picture of feeding the lambs with your old coat from last year. I've done the bottle baby routine with a lot of animals: rabbits, cats, dogs, and calves. The littlest ones do take a lot of attention.
to cute a piece.
What a grand life you have.
Being around animals and there young.
struggle it is,but very rewarding
Feeding is one thing but what about all that poop? Huggies or pampers?
I have raised calves before and I kept 2 of them as pets. One is a Hereford that has given me 4 babies so forth. The other one is a Holstein that has her 2nd one now. This year one of my sheep dropped a baby girl and walked away. She turned 22 days old today. The problem with her is that she thinks she is a dog. I have to tie her down at night otherwise she will follows my dogs at night when they are chasing the predators away. I love her very much. She follows me every where. She jumps in the front seat of the car just like a dog. I was interested in watching the video on your sheep there such a think or I misread the article? Anyway, I loved your story. I will probably read it again.
Thanks again.
indeed, you have a loving heart for the animals. this cute little sheep in here is lucky to have a loving master. thanks for sharing this!
Loved the story.
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We are bottle feeding a baby since last Sunday, Mom doesn't have milk but she cares about her baby.
Reading your story helped me a lot, thank you so much.
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Stephenville, Texas


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Just tuning in? Start with Chapter One.
The Scarebuddhist takes me to to the popular new club called The Camp. She arrives at my door in authentic refugee garb she tells me she bought for tens of thousands off eBay, narrowly outbidding BJprincess69. Her ensemble consists of a T-shirt with tears, bloodstains and powder burns almost obscuring the faded purple letters I HATE BARNEY, worn over the shredded remnants of a niqab.
She frowns at my attire.
"Don't you have anything more wretched?"
I shake my head.
"Fine. You'll get in because you're with me, but if anyone asks, you escaped from a rape camp."
Light dances merrily off the shrapnel she's braided into her hair as her Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren Roadster zips through the city like a designer drug through young veins.
"Have you ever been to an exclusive club before?" She asks, her words cutting through the ersatz wind.
"Clubs stop being exclusive when I walk into them."
"Ditch the attitude. That self deprecating crap may fly on the first date, but not in the circles I frequent."
"It's kind of my thing."
"You're my thing, tonight."
"I've never been anybody's thing before." It would only occur to me later that my time in the army meant this was a lie.
"Try not to get accustomed to it."
We reach a building that resembles an old, nondescript warehouse, probably because that's what it is. THE CAMP is spelled out over the loading dock in concertina wire. The Scarebuddhist tosses her keys to a valet and strides past a block-spanning line of people in clothes scavenged off dead bodies and dug up from mass graves.
I absorb every envious glare and derisive snarl, but their malice bounces off the Scarebuddhist like bullets off Superman. She rises on her tip toes to plant a candy apple red smooch on the bouncer's cheek while slipping money into his hand, and we glide past the velvet rope to a chorus of groans.
Inside, The Camp is a mishmash of factually inaccurate yet lovingly recreated scenes from the war. The dance floor is an artfully rendered no man's land, a colorless expanse of scorched earth depicted with a mix of latex and polystyrene whose muddy formlessness occasionally reveals a small chunk of meat or bone when the disco ball's roving light strikes it just right. Dance music is pumped out of naked plastic loudspeakers that hang limply off the walls like dead flowers jammed in a skull's eye socket.
People sit on empty ammunition crates, drinking appletinis and Jägerbombs out of spent artillery shells. A mezzanine above the dance floor is styled to look like a long watchtower, complete with multicolored searchlights that the guests can man themselves and mounted gun emplacements that spit party foam. Models frolic in a VIP section behind barbed wire where their starved, emaciated, semi-nude bodies perfectly mimic concentration camp photos.
"I don't like this place." I say over the pulsing techno beat.
"You're not supposed to. Here." She hands me a hundred dollar bill. "Buy me a drink."
"What do you want?"
"Surprise me."
I buy two light beers from a bartender dressed as a commandant, leave the change in a tip jar fashioned from a pelvis, and find the Scarebuddhist seated at a table made of the blown out remains of a tank turret. She frowns at the bottle I set down before her and yells over the insanely loud music I said surprise me, not disappoint me. She takes a bejeweled case out of the UN food relief sack she's using as a purse, snaps it open, and drops a small white pill in both our drinks.
"What's that?"
"Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, commonly known as ecstasy."
"Is it safe?"
"I like to pretend it isn't. It's more fun that way." She raises her beer. I tap it with my own. "Drink up." I drink up. "What do you do?"
"What do I do?"
"Yes. They're not paying you to house soldiers, are they?"
"So what do you do for money?"
"I don't do anything for money." I insist a little too forcefully. "Why would I do stuff for money? What has money ever done for me? Why should I be doing favors for an abstract concept?"
"Well, our society is kind of based on it. Lots of people are dying in a war predicated on the abstract concept of nation-states."
I scoff.
"You'll never find me murdering strangers for your so-called 'nation state.'"
"But everything is an abstraction when you get right down do it. The only thing that's definitively real is your mind, the organ that creates the world. Everything you'll ever know is just an idea held in your consciousness, so abstract ideas are as objectively real as anything else." Re-encountering my anger is like turning a corner and bumping into an old friend. The time separating us evaporates in an instant.
"People who think nations are real don't know what real is. When you encounter something really, really, real, it burns you up, you disappear in its horrible majesty. A bullet meeting flesh: that's real. An explosion splitting the night like a lion spilling a gazelle's entrails across the savannah: that's real. Real is a four letter word. If you've experienced true, capital-R real, you'll Realize that everything else in life is a fabrication, a dim shade of that awful splendor. And you can never forget."
I pour the remainder of the drugged beer down my throat. "You can never forget."
She runs the tip of a finger swathed in platinum nail polish around the lip of her bottle. "That E better kick in quick or this is gonna be a long night."
"Are people really supposed to have fun here?"
She gestured at the nightclubbers and the artificial no man's land they were dancing on. "This is a way of integrating the war's existence into daily life. Would you rather we just pretend it didn't exist?"
"Honestly, yes."
"I thought the troops hated it when people forgot about them."
"It's a complicated relationship. They like to feel their countrymen as a warm but distant presence, like the sun. It's important for the average troop not to formulate too distinct an impression of civilians in their mind, lest they realize the people they're dying for are a bunch of feckless, callow pissants."
"Were you in the war?"
"No, I just read a lot. You're very pretty."
"I'm feeling it too. Let's dance."
The music was inside me!
It was so patently obvious that my lifetime of ignorance was laughable, and I enjoyed a hearty chuckle at my expense as I floated over to the dance floor, which seemed redundant, since I now knew that the entire world was a dance floor, and such pedantic categories were the mere byproduct of our sober ignorance. Existence hummed with the pulsing current of agápē, imploring me to slough off my petty individual existence, cease languishing in exile, baptize yourself in the sea of love! I was a living energy supply equipped with emotional crumple zones that cushioned every thought, redirecting it before it could turn malignant. I was swimming in an ocean of sound. Every movement I made was in tune with the current, a strategic ballet of stimulus-response that advanced me one step closer to an objective I'd already achieved. The distinction between being and becoming vanished in a supernova of candyfloss confetti, infusing all the dancing me's with a new universe of shivering, gyrating stars that flailed in paroxysms of cosmic bliss!
The Scarebuddhist was beside me.
She seemed agitated about something.
There was something different about her, if only I could put my finger on it…
Oh, she was missing an arm. I tried to tell her it was no big deal, people lost arms all the time, there was still more than enough of her to go around, that was no excuse to stop dancing.
She was insistent.
As soon as I was able to once again comprehend the concept of 'stop' it set off a chain reaction within and without me. An infinity of doors began slamming shut, one after another after another echoing through the narcotic cosmos, sealing it off, constricting my consciousness like a car being cubed in a hydraulic press until I was pressure sealed back within the confines of my own mind and body, which seemed much worse for my having left it, the hair scorched, the ears ringing, the skin pockmarked with shallow lacerations. The Scarebuddhist was screaming two words over and over again. I immediately grasped that one of them was 'bomber,' but it took what felt like a very long time to realize the other was 'suicide.'
The remains of the disco ball swung above us in a lazy Foucault arc, its jagged corpse reflecting the light of the dozen tiny fires the explosion had produced so it played across the broken limbs and horrified faces of the club patrons as they scrambled for the door, the fake remnants of a real explosion in a real war zone that was supposed to be fake. I clasped my hand to the gushing wound where the Scarebuddhist's right arm used to be and as blood coursed between my fingers in a sickly warm torrent I had to resist the urge to pull back—not out of horror, the war had acclimatized me to horror, but shoving my hand inside her to pinch the subclavian artery seemed a scandalously intimate act for what was technically a first date.
No one tells us how insect-like we are when we're born. The conical head, the disproportionately large eyes, the tiny, flailing limbs. The mysterious fluids. The ripping and tearing of flesh. It's an extremely Kafkaesque process, this breaching the shores of existence.
"I hear you've got a new hobby."
"Who is this?"
"Just your friendly neighborhood realtor. I've got a report in front of me that says you've got a damn world religion conference growing in your front yard."
"What do you care? You've made your sale."
"Is a mother's job done when the baby's born?"
"If she's a surrogate it is, which is really a better analogy for your role."
"One mustn't get bogged down in labels. Is a man just the job he does? If so, what happens when he stops doing that job? Where does the old him go? The first law of thermodynamics tells us that nothing can be created or destroyed."
"Heraclitus of Ephesus, originator of the famous axiom that one cannot step in the same river twice, said that the defining element of existence, from whence all things derived, was fire. 'The world is an ever-living fire, with measures of it kindling and measures of it going out. What is in opposition is in concert, and what differs comes from the most beautiful harmony.' Everything changes. Nothing is lost. The real fallacy lies in assuming there was ever static form in the first place."
"I am so wet right now."
"Thales of Miletus."
"The people I work for aren't interested in change. Lawn care is about uniformity, and the preservation of that uniformity.
"In that case you shouldn't have sold me a lawn that turns yellow so easily."
"You knew what was being asked of you when you signed on the line which is dotted. No one misrepresented your duties. Not only have you failed to take care of your lawn, you've committed the far more grievous sin of swaddling it in religious iconography. What you've done is incredibly dangerous. Religion is like sex, it can bring a lot of things that are normally repressed to the surface. Putting all those sacred trees in a neighborhood as rich in allegory as yours is like lighting a match in a powder mill. Lawns form buffer zones between individual houses, places of formless equilibrium that act as a layer of oil, playing down the natural friction between competing American dreams. A lawn isn't supposed to say anything except 'I take care of my lawn.' It's supposed to be the one thing we can all agree on."
"I tried to plant some secular trees. I was going to plant a tree of liberty, but then I realized I didn't have any tyrant or patriot blood to refresh it with."
"Are you seeing someone?"
"It's a simple question, Sam. Are you seeing someone?"
"Kind of, yeah. What business is it of yours?"
"Is she prettier than me?"
"She's prettier than everybody. It's kind of her thing."
"What does she have that I don't have?"
"A lot. A stable of Arabian horses. A yacht in a private lake on her private island. A gold bar in her toilet tank to save water. An actual, literal golden arm."
"It can't be literal."
"It is. I've seen it."
"If you scratch the surface, I'm sure you'll find it's a metaphor for something, just like religion and sex. Guess where my phone is right now."
"This is starting to cross over into sexual harassment."
"What was it before?"
"A metaphor, I was hoping."
"And would my overtures being metaphors justify my obscene behavior? Would that make your shame any less legitimate, my lasciviousness any more justified?"
"People will tolerate anything if they think there's some greater objective. People hate the war because it's meaningless."
"Don't we match? Do you have these rich, meaningful conversations with your golden armed bitch?"
"I think relationships should stretch us as people."
"You can stretch me any time."
"I'm going to hang up now."
"Fix that lawn, Sam. I mean it."
"Yeah, but your meaning is metaphorical."
"Fix it or you'll go to prison and be raped. Interpret that however you like."
The Scarebuddhist resided upon a vast palatial estate beyond the city. I had to take two trains and a bus before I was within walking distance of her jewel encrusted gate, where a guard in rhodium body armor led me to a monorail terminal he said would take me across the grounds to the central compound.
Selections from the Well-Tempered Clavier danced through the car's perfumed air as the monorail glided above the Scarebuddhist's extravagant property. I passed trees whose gold plating had given them a hunched, withered look, like plastic army men on the wrong end of a magnifying glass. I passed a reflecting pool filled with mercury. I passed a zen garden made of moon rocks. I passed a trellis fashioned from what appeared to be the bones of mummified Pharaohs. I passed a fountain that spewed Château Latour into the cloudless sky, and was forcibly reminded of how the Scarebuddhist's severed arm had spewed blood.
Everywhere there were soldiers playing Polo with their warhorses, Croquet with their M-16's, and football with their enemies' decapitated heads, all of them drinking beer and killing time until their next deployment, whereupon they would drink blood and kill people until their next furlough.
When I reached the Scarebuddhist's mansion I saw that it was broken up into three parts. The eastern wing, which appeared to have been built in the Second Empire style, was in the middle of being demolished. The west wing was half built, and seemed to be developing in the Brutalist style. Only the center building was complete, a huge Blobitecture structure that resembled half a dozen gigantic stainless steel soap bubbles heaped one on top of one another. A panel in its bulbous metal facade slid aside as momentum drained from the monorail, and the Scarebuddhist emerged from her house just as the car came to a full and complete stop.
"Nice house." I said. She looked over her shoulder as if surprised by its presence. "Making renovations?"
"Not exactly. I'm constantly tearing down one wing of the complex and building another. Every week I move one wing to the west."
"Wow. That's really…"
"Hegel thought everything was in a state of being, nonbeing, or becoming." She held up her gold bionic arm. It shimmered lucidly in the daylight.
"What would Hegel say about this?" She asked.
"He isn't qualified to judge anything newer than the Prussian Empire, but I think it's pretty damn cool. Can you feel things with it?"
"No, they'd have to hardwire it into my central nervous system to do that, and I need to be able to change it to match my outfits."
"Why not get a black one? Black goes with everything.
"I'm afraid my credit rating can't take another hit."
"Ouch." I winced.
"I'm just telling it like it is. Come inside, I want to show you something." The Scarebuddhist's house was festooned with all the usual trappings of Mammon, but I'd already seen so much luxury that it had become meaningless, like a word that's repeated again and again until it dissolves into gibberish. Instead my attention was drawn to the mirrors honeycombed across every free surface, or rather, the woman they reflected. If I looked directly at the Scarebuddhist she appeared to be auditioning for a post in the ministry of silly walks, alternately skipping, stumbling and swaggering as she made her way through her mansion's epic halls, but when I looked in the mirrors we passed I realized they were ideally placed for viewing one's own reflection, and the Scarebuddhist was in fact executing a carefully orchestrated succession of poses as she walked, a different one for each mirror.
"You really like looking at yourself." The Scarebuddhist looked over her shoulder, executing a practiced flip of her silken hair cribbed from Rita Hayworth.
"Shouldn't I? Or should I shrink from every mirror like you, afraid I won't like what I see?"
"It's not that I don't like what I see." I said, turning my head to see a coward wince and avert his gaze. "It's just that I have no reason to believe the person inhabiting that glass is me."
"Who else would you be?"
"Who you see, for one."
"I see the same person you see in the mirror." She said with conviction.
"No, you see yourself in the mirror. The me you see is different from the me I see."
"I'm three dimensional, for one thing."
"That remains to be seen."
"I'm just telling it like it is."
"Maybe you should lay off for a bit. A man can only take so much truth on the second date."
"I think a person should dive headfirst into truth." She said, speaking in between poses. "That way it stays truth. If you just imbibe truth drop by drop you can develop a tolerance for it, so it makes no impact whatsoever."
"The truth can be too ugly to look at head on, though." I pressed.
"Then it's a good thing you're with someone who's ridiculously gorgeous." She paused to admire herself from a particularly fine angle, arcing her right arm above her head to form a cybernetic halo of gold servos and interlacing musculature.
"Damn, I'm hot. I hope you have some idea just how lucky you are to receive attention from someone like me. I am glamor personified. I make Marilyn Monroe look like vomit poured into a dress. You know how exclusive a Scarebuddhist job is? It took a lot of work to get where I am today. I had to do a lot of things I'm not particularly proud of. Nothing sexual, though I sometimes wonder if that might've been easier."
"How did you get this job?" She waved a dismissive golden hand.
"Another time. We're almost to the vault."
We reached a large, open room that had the usual gold chandeliers, priceless masterpieces, and stained glass representations of the Buddha being hit with a folding chair by Ronald McDonald, but it distinguished itself by virtue of a huge steel vault set in the far wall. The Scarebuddhist's golden hand speed dialed an elaborate code into the keypad next to the door, which detached from the wall with a fearsome hydraulic sigh and sank into the floor.
The air inside the vault was fresh but stale, like a good painting in a derivative style. The walls were covered with shelves which were covered with small plastic stands which were covered with transparent bags, which contained comic books.
"You collect comic books?"
"It's kind of my thing." She closed the door, sealing us in a chamber filled with a strange white light that wouldn't degrade the comics' cheap ink. "Or it was, until you became my thing."
"Are you going to seal me in a Mylar bag?"
"Not unless that's your thing."
"I don't have anything."
"Not a thing." I gestured at the books. "So tell me about these. Are they all superheroines?"
"'Superheroine' isn't really in the lexicon. They're superheros who happen to be women."
"Who's this?" I pointed to a woman wearing a low cut halter top, granny panties, and gigantic boots. A large black mask covered half her face and the eight inches of empty space directly above her head. She was twirling a lasso, presumably in the hopes of roping a masked figure as he made his escape on horseback. Above the menacing, soon to be roped villain was a billboard-sized legend on crinkled parchment whose edges threatened to curl up and obscure the words.
"That's the Black Cat." the Scarebuddhist said. "'Linda Turner, Hollywood star and America's sweetheart, becomes bored with her ultra-sophisticated life of movie make-believe and takes to crime-fighting in her most dramatic role of all as the Black Cat.' Lots of the early girl superheros, if they didn't have supernatural powers, were film stars. Their stuntwoman training gave them the ability to fight crime, and their movie star income supported their flamboyant lifestyle."
"It's strange that someone who wanted their life to be less 'make-believe' would don a mask and fight crime."
"You've clearly never worked in Hollywood."
"Whoever's writing it sure likes dashes." I observed.
"That's a technique to acclimate people to transitions. A comic book reader is obliged to fill in the action between panels themselves, and writing like that teaches them to accept gaps." My eyes glided over shelves filled with deliberately engineered peril & intrigue. Miss Fury, Firehair: Queen of the Sagebrush Frontier, An interesting question – – Just who is the Spider Queen?, The Silver Scorpion, Pat Patriot: America's only singing superheroine!, Miss Victory, Commandette,Yankee Girl, Liberty Belle, Make your own Miss America victory fashion doll – – -, Girl Commandos, The Black Angel, Black Venus, Mighty Man and The World's Strongest Girl, Lady Satan, Phantom Lady, Lady Fairplay, Mysta of the moon."
"There's something about these girl heroes. There's no…"
"Plot? Logic? Coherence?"
"No. Well, yes, but you can hardly fault it for that. There's no gravity. Even in the scenes where they aren't leaping through windows or bursting through walls, their feet never touch the ground. Not even when they stand still. If I tried to strike a pose like Miss Victory is doing, I'd fall. No wonder they can wear heels when they fight crime. There's no weight to them. They float through their environment like water striders." The Scarebuddhist nodded as if this had occurred to her.
"I admire the simplicity of feminine heroism in the golden age. Not the art or the stories, there're only so many times you can punch a Nazi stand-in, but I envy the ease with which characters navigate their lives. I like the origin stories. All a woman has to do to become a superhero in these books is decide they want to do it. Their parents don't have to get killed, they don't have to get bitten by anything radioactive or emigrate to an alien planet, all they have to do is be bored and willing to punch someone. If they don't have the chops for it, a weekend on Paradise Island will whip them into shape. There's really no reason not to do it, that's the great thing. You try it, and the worst thing that'll happen is you get hit once and tied up for a few hours. The worst part is the stern lecture from your inevitable rescuer, who of course will adopt you as a sidekick."
"I imagine it was a good way to meet men. If you were into guys who were into spandex and justice."
"It's hard to find people who share your interests. Prurient or otherwise. This is my favorite." She reached out with her flesh and blood arm and picked up a comic book bearing the intimate title My Date. "This is the story of Violet Ray, mild mannered teenage girl who, through the power of imagination, can become any adult woman, going from frumpy girl next door to bewitching fashion plate as fast as the speed of thought."
"And she, what, seduces the bad guys?"
"No, it's a romance comic. The only evil she fights is the evil of not getting what she wants." She moved to open the Mylar bag, then stopped herself. "I like to think that she didn't really have any magic powers at all. That the transformation we see happens entirely in her head, Calvin & Hobbes style, and people are responding to the same girl, armed with the confidence and poise granted by a… a purely fanciful idea of maturity."
She looked at the cover for a few moments, seemingly transfixed by the teenage bobbysoxer's mystical metamorphosis, then reverently returned it to its plastic podium. "What do you think?"
"About what?"
"My thing."
"You don't want to know what I think."
"Don't tell me what I want. How many men do you think I let in here?"
"Am I the first?"
"Don't change the subject. Tell me what you think." She insisted. I sighed.
"I think it's natural to want to be different from the person you think you are. To want to be someone who's everything you're not. But you can't actually do it. Imagine if you did it, but you still felt the same. All you'd have learned is that you never really knew what your problem was in the first place. I mean, why do they put the mask on? It's a fantasy. It's their fantasy. One life can never touch the other. Really, it's a story of profound disconnect. How you can never really be the person you want to be."
"But they do get to live the fantasy, at least for a while." The Scarebuddhist maintained.
"But it's just another role. They're actresses exchanging one part for another, trying to escape a life of affectation by piling on more affectation. They put on the mask to be free, but then they just get tied up. They're exchanging one trap for another, and once the split happens it's permanent. Both sides are stuck being half a person."
"Maybe people like keeping things separate but equal." I shrugged.
"Maybe. I always thought people craved oneness."
"Is that what you want?"
"Right now I want your gardener's phone number." We were interrupted by a series of urgent taps on the vault door. It slid open to reveal a Lieutenant General in the Royal Regiment of Scotland. His uniform was disheveled, his face was covered in sweat, and his hat had been unceremoniously crammed on his head so the fuzzy red ball hung at a distressed angle.
"Ma'am, we wanted tae play rugbae, but we destroyed aw th' rugbae balls 'at time we waur skeit shootin' an' ran it ay clay pigeons, an' Milton said he kent whaur he coods fin' a baa, an' we werenae oan board at first, but Raliegh said nobody pure needs aw those fabergé eggs, an' things waur gonnae braw until th' scrum, 'en thaur was a crash, an', weel, th' lang an' cuttie ay it is fife ay th' men hae bits ay enamel an' gems in places it's nae in mah best interest tah mention."
"What did he say?" I asked.
"Something about playing rugby with my fabergé eggs. I knew having that in-house surgery team would pay off someday. Show me." She'd just crossed the vault's threshold when the steel door rocketed upward, neatly severing her left arm at the shoulder. – – – We sat on the Scarebuddhist's half-completed new roof and watched the sun set over the artificial horizon. The Scarebuddhist had commissioned an enormous landscape mural several times larger than the average drive thru movie screen and hung it via an elaborate system of scaffolding to obscure the fires and smoke of war that persistently crept over the horizon. It would have defeated the point of dragging her twin Louis IV chaise lounges up to the semi-intact roof to watch if not for the radiant way the setting sun's glow distorted the painting, turning its trees into crucified aliens and urging the flat sky to boil like a lake of fire.
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"Would you stop asking me that?" The evening light played across her twin golden arms with merry malice, a trickle that turned to a diaphanous flood every time she moved.
"Are you sure you aren't experiencing phantom pains of some kind?" She snorted into her mimosa.
"You can only feel pain if something isn't there." She pivoted her shimmering gold elbows, as if in prelude to doing the funky chicken. "Clearly that isn't the case."
"Won't you miss feeling things?" She viewed me sternly over the rim of her glass.
"I never have before."
Below us the soldiers were frozen in an elaborate series of poses across the Scarebuddhist's estate as they modeled for the benefit of one of their comrades, a man who'd been a graphic designer in his civilian life and was now painting a portrait to reflect future glories. The magic hour was fast dissolving and soon they'd either have to turn on the floodlights or come inside, but for now the soldiers were immobile, as petrified in their stately grace as the priceless Roman and Grecian statues that flanked the Scarebuddhist's gardens. I wondered why the soldiers at my place didn't do classy things like this. Maybe these guys were more gallant because the Scarebuddhist's house was closer to the front. They had conducted themselves admirably when the Scarebuddhist was maimed by her vault door, whisking her to the medic tent and pacing furiously in the waiting room while her crack surgery team scrubbed in. Maybe it was just different when there was a girl watching, it created an element of competition—but if that was true they should've been more hostile to me. I wondered if they could sense I was still one of them, in a way. "Tell me about yourself, Sam." The Scarebuddhist said as she gazed at the setting sun through her artificial background.
"There's not much to tell. I was a child for a while, then I wasn't. I was a student for a while, then I wasn't. I was a soldier for a while, then I wasn't."
"You were a soldier?"
"I think so. Someone would yell 'Move soldier!' and I would move, and they would stop yelling for a brief period, so I gathered I was a soldier. Fortunately I got out before the war." She frowned.
"I don't know if I can date a soldier."
"I don't know if I can date at all." I said.
"What do you mean?"
"Dating is too uncertain. I want to own, not rent." Her frown deepened.
"You can't own me."
"Why not?"
"I'm a person. You can't own a person."
"I'm a person, yet the army owned me."
"Really?" She asked.
"Yes, my drill sergeant was particularly fond of reminding me that the army owned my ass."
"But they didn't own you. They just owned your ass, which is a relatively small part of you."
"You'd think so, but in the eyes of the law, owning a person's ass is ipso facto owning the entire person: mind, body, and soul."
"Really?" She asked again.
"Yes. It was decided in the landmark case of The State of New Jersey V. Robert Fulsom's Ass."
"Wow. The law is a baffling labyrinth."
"And sodomy is the minotaur, which is why I need your help to get my lawn under control." I outlined my situation (redacting certain nonpertinent elements) to her while she almost succeeded in feigning interest.
"I must say, this is a disappointment. I thought you were sincerely interested in theoaboriculture, but it turns out you were just using it to mask a deficiency." I pointed at the workmen moving ancient Maya carvings into her new house through a hole in the roof.
"And I take it you're deeply, passionately interested in Mesoamerican art?"
"I told you, it's just a job, a collection of affectations."
"Being a soldier was just a job, a collection of affectations, but that was no consolation to the people I killed."
"You said you got out before the war."
"Will you help me, or not?" I demanded.
"Of course I'll help you. I'm growing rather fond of you." That disarmed me, no pun intended. "I know a guy. He's kind of a botanical savant. And a veteran. You'll like him."
"You know, Dōgen Zenji said in The Time-Being 'Know that in this way there are myriads of forms and hundreds of grasses throughout the entire earth, and yet each grass and each form itself is the entire earth. The study of this is the beginning of practice. When you are at this place, there is just one grass, and there is just one form. There is understanding of form and there is no understanding of form. There is understanding of grass, and there is no understanding of grass. Since there is nothing but just this moment, the being-time is all the time there is. Grass-being, form-being are both time. Each moment is all being, the entire world. Reflect now, whether any being or any world, is left out of the present moment.' "
"I don't think Dōgen-San was really talking about grass."
"I don't think you are either."
I arrive home to find the soldiers quartered in my house crowding around a single point on my front lawn, and a deep part of me experiences a cold rush of terror at the possibility they've found my M1. I begin to walk away as casually as my fluttering heart can manage while calculating my various means of mass transit escape, only to realize at the last moment that the soldiers are nowhere near the dead spot. The fear that had flooded into me drains out just as quickly, and I feel strangely empty as I approach the ring of soldiers.
Standing on my toes to peer over their epauletted shoulders, I see a man. A mature man with gallant, Scandinavian features buried up to his neck in my front lawn. His face is turned upward, his eyes are closed, and his long, faded blonde hair is spread out behind him on the grass like a rug of cornsilk.
"What-" A chorus of shushes cut off my inquiry. A neighbor pulls me aside, a former soldier who's taken to spending time with my G.I.s, swapping war stories and dispensing advice and shaking the steel plate in his head at the state of things.
"Sam! Do you know who that is buried in your front yard?"
"Do you?"
"He's a landscape architect. The most respected landscape architect since Frederick Olmstead. He designed the most aesthetically pleasing battle it was ever my pleasure to be irreparably traumatized by. Every night I see his gently sloping moors, winsome pathways, and handsome trees, covered in the blackened remains of my dismembered comrades. Then I wake up screaming."
"Yes, I've noticed. Your wails cut through the night like a knife. And he's the best landscape architect since Olmsted?" My neighbor's brow slopes as if the moorland he spoke of is being reflected in his countenance.
"No. He's much better than Olmsted, but his stupid name means that he receives an amount of respect more or less equal to that of his inferior predecessor."
"What's his name?" Caution flickers in my neighbor's remaining eye.
"I shouldn't tell you. It'll just make you respect him less, and you should respect him, despite his fantastically stupid name. He goes by Grassman, and Grassman is what he is. That is all ye know, and all ye need know." Personally I thought I need know some more, but it seemed best not to press the issue.
"What's he doing?" I ask, straining over my neighbor's shoulder to get a better look at the man embedded in my lawn like a dormant sprinkler. "Will the Neighbors Association allow it?"
"He is integrating himself with your lawn, weaving his soul into its ecological tapestry."
"Sounds expensive." He nodded, the plate in his head winking sunlight at me.
"Very. I'm sure the Neighbors Association will make an exception for such a distinguished artisan. We're glad to see you taking a proactive stance on the…" He clears his throat and nods his stainless steel plate at the shade beyond Yggdrasil and Sephirot.
"What are you talking about?" My neighbor's remaining teeth form a sly smile.
"Nothing. Of course."
I spend another minute watching Grassman inhabit my lawn in a state that could only be described as vegetative, then go inside, wash my hands, and watch TV.
There is a report on the news about a masked woman who rescued a groundskeeper from a CIA black site using superhuman strength. The government agents interviewed said she'd snatched their bullets from the air when they'd discharged their weapons, then batted them across the detention cell like rag dolls. The media dubs her Goldfist, the Glamorous Terrorist. Then there is a press conference about the war. The press secretary is beating the podium with both of her shoes, her watch, her belt, and her socks.
"The people are behind this war! Our country is morally superior to other countries! No one else can do what we do! If we did not do the things that we do, the things that we do would go undone! Stay tuned for a very special episode of That's My Mama!" Experts are consulted.
"Are the people behind this war?"
"The people may indeed be behind this war. It is also possible that they are before or beside or beneath it."
"Is our country morally superior to other countries?"
"The moral superiority of our nation is within the realm of possibility, but it cannot be definitively placed in the zone of certainty."
"Can no one else do what we do?"
"Perhaps no one else can do what we do. Perhaps someone else can do what we do."
"If we did not do the things we do, would the things that we do go undone?"
"Others don't do the things we do, but the only way to know if others would do what we do is to not do them, and if we don't do them, they by definition would cease to be what we do, therefore the status of doing the things we do can only be determined by doing them, and by doing them we stop others from doing them, which stops us from knowing if others would do what we do if we weren't doing it, which we wouldn't be if they did, and therefore they wouldn't be doing what we do, which would mean they wouldn't be doing it, which would mean we were, unless we weren't, in which case we would."
"Will we stay tuned for a very special episode of That's My Mama!?"


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Im a computer science major and I used lynda.com to learn node, an up-and-coming web technology, said senior Micheal Sena. It walked me through the whole thing starting with the basics and working me through more complex concepts. Theres an android and an iPad appyou can watch tutorials on a computer, tablet or even your smartphone. Access to this massive library has already proven to be a huge asset to my education.
Students wanting to take advantage of this new opportunity can start their online software-learning journey at its.fsu.edu/lynda.com.
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The Horizon City teenager who raised money by claiming to be dying of cancer was arrested Friday evening after being indicted on a theft-by-deception charge, officials said.
Horizon City police arrested Angie Gomez, 19, at her place of work after a warrant was issued, Detective Liliana Medina said.
Gomez was jailed, and her bond was set at $50,000.
On Thursday, a grand jury in the 34th District Court indicted Gomez on a state jail felony charge of theft by deception, the amount of the theft being more than $1,500 and less than $20,000, documents stated.
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Court documents stated that Gomez is 4 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 65 pounds.
The young woman with an infectious smile had told a heartbreaking tale of having leukemia as a child and now fighting a fatal resurgence of the cancer.
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Amanda Knox is facing a life-changing question: will she be forced to return to Italy?
On Tuesday Italy's Supreme Court revived the murder case against the American woman and her one-time boyfriend. They were convicted then acquitted of murdering Knox's roommate in 2007.
Amanda Knox has been back in Seattle for a year and a half, trying to live a normal life.
So, does today's decision mean she has to return to Italy?
"The question of whether she would have to go back to Italy for a trial will come down to how the extradition treaty between the United States and Italy is construed," said former federal prosecutor David Laufman.
Laufman says if Amanda Knox had been convicted and acquitted in the United States she'd be protected by "double jeopardy" which prevents a defendant from being tried for the same crime twice.
But, it happened in Italy, which has a more flexible legal system. So Italy could, he says, ask the United States to extradite her.
"Now, that doesn't mean the United States is necessarily going to extradite her. There will likely ensue a fevered dialogue between Justice Ministry officials in Italy and Department of State lawyers, maybe Department of Justice lawyers, possibly to even head off a formal extradition request," said Laufman.
In other words, a diplomatic, and ultimately, political solution.
But Amanda Knox's attorney, Ted Simon, is hoping any new trial would end up with the same verdict, acquittal.
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Local News (along with others) have painted an inaccurate picture of the County Elementary Schools. Here are the facts from last year: EOCES is a SUCCESSFUL school just like Starkville, the paper always list Starkville as successful and EOCES as a C, well successful = C in the accountability rankings. That means Starkville just like EOCES is a C level district. When we look even deeper Armstrong (6th-7th) in Starkville is a D ‐ Academic Watch ranked below both County Elementary Schools, all the other Starkville schools that are tested are C = Successful.
WOCES is B = High Performing School, Which is the highest ranked school in both the city and county school systems.
What this means it the county Elementary schools are ranked one on the same level as Starkville, one higher than Starkville. This needs to be acknowledged. Both EOCES and WOCES worked hard and did a good job last year in spite of the problems that caused the State to take over the district.
The High schools in the county didn't perform last year and are ranked as WOCHS F = Low Performing and EOCHS F = Failing. This is not acceptable and must improve, but it isn't a reflection on the two Elementary Schools. It is a reflection on past administration.
If we are going to head down the consolidation path then this idea that the County Schools are going to "bring down" the city schools needs to stop. If both High Schools were moved to Starkville today we are talking about around 300 students 7th - 12th, that is an average of 50 students per grade level or two classes per grade level. In a district the size of Starkville that will not have a huge impact on scores. The Elementary Schools are larger Both schools prek - 6th gave about 500 students or about 63 students per grade level about Three classes per grade. And these students are scoring on par with Starkville. To be honest the scores would more than likely balance out if the schools were consolidated.
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The Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut (1465–1458 BC), built by the architect Senenmut, is a sublime piece of architecture—some say the finest on the planet for its harmony with its surroundings. It consists of three double colonnades rising on terraces that melt into the foot of towering limestone cliffs.
Hatshepsut (18th Dynasty) was the most important woman ever to rule over Egypt as pharaoh. Instead of waging war to expand Egyptian territory like her predecessors, she chose to consolidate the country, build monuments, and organize expeditions to the land of Punt to bring myrrh, incense, and offerings for the gods. Prior to acting as pharaoh, she served as regent for her (then-young) successor, Thutmose III. As soon as Thutmose III came of age to rule over Egypt, he began a program of selectively eradicating her names and images from the monuments of Egypt. Curiously, he didn't erase all of her names, and in some cases the defaced and the intact cartouches are quite near each
The reliefs inside the first colonnade are damaged. They included a detailed scene of how the queen's granite obelisks were transported on boats from Aswan to Karnak. Take the large ramp that leads to the second court. The chapel on the left is dedicated to the goddess Hathor. The capitals of the columns are carved in the shape of the face of Hathor as a woman, with cow's ears surmounted by a sistrum. To the right of the chapel starts the second colonnade. Its first half is consecrated to the famous expeditions to Punt—modern scholars have yet to determine where Punt actually was—and shows the variety of products brought from Punt. The colonnade on the right of the second ramp is devoted to the divine birth of Hatshepsut, with Hatshepsut's mother seated with the god Amun-Ra, between the first and second columns. By showing that she was of divine origin, Hatshepsut proved she was able to rule over Egypt as pharaoh. The better-preserved chapel to the right is dedicated to Anubis.
The Third—upper—terrace is reached by a ramp flanked by twin representations of Horus. The hypostyle hall on the terrace has carvings depicting two different scenes. On the north side are celebrations for the "Beautiful Feast of the Valley," which observed the connection between the living and the dead. The carvings show priests carrying barques with statues of the gods and the Pharaohs followed by musicians and dancers. On the south side scenes of royal statues carried in barques with their associated coterie—depicting the mortuary cult of ancestor worship—in this instance for Hatshepsut. Beyond the wall and cut into the rock is the sanctuary of Amun, the Holy of Holies where the barque of Amun would rest in preparation for its next day of festivities.
The temple is not included on all guided tours, so be sure to verify its inclusion if you would like to see it. Otherwise, you can easily arrange private transportation.
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Westminster West Middle School is located in Westminster, MD and is one of 14 middle schools in Carroll County Public Schools School District. It is a public school that serves 1042 students in grades 6-8. See Westminster West Middle School's test results to learn more about school performance.
In 2011, Westminster West Middle School had 16 students for every full-time equivalent teacher. The Maryland average is 15 students per full-time equivalent teacher.
In 2011, Westminster West Middle School had 16 students for every full-time equivalent teacher. The Maryland average is 15 students per full-time equivalent teacher.
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The clear losers today in the coaching carousel are SMU and Arizona State. That's two schools with coaches under contract.
That's part of the problem.
The SMU administration already has taken back June Jones who dumped his employer of four years and had all but left for Arizona State last week. The ASU administration apparently learned nothing. It "quickly" went out – well, six days – and hired Todd Graham from Pittsburgh.
The story is not that Graham stayed exactly 337 days with the Panthers. It's not that Arizona State took 17 days in a sun-splashed desert paradise to find a replacement for Dennis Erickson.
It's that either of these schools are actually honoring signed contracts. The guys they currently employ haven't. Graham has made the word "vagabond" seem like permanent employment over the course of his career. Carpetbaggers think he is disloyal.
Meanwhile, Jones has told SMU through his actions that he doesn't want to be there. He knows that. The school knows that. Yet it has taken him back.
At some point, administrators are going to start treating coaches like free-lance workers. There will be no-compete clauses where coaches can't talk to a potential employer. Their salaries will be end-of-the year retention bonuses. If a coach leaves within three years he owes a buyout: You name it, $2 million, $5 million, $10 million. It's already been done.
Yes, coaches are not loyal. You'll be reading a lot of that over the next several days. It has turned into an offseason angle du juor. But what about the schools? A week after the season ended, Texas A&M Bill Byrne was forced to fire Mike Sherman. The school president and a booster wanted change. They eventually got their man in Houston's Kevin Sumlin.
That's why coaches have buyouts too.
Shame on administrations, though, for repeating their mistakes. It's often cited that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. What, then, about either school's conduct tells anyone that they have changed?
Pittsburgh is Graham's second school where he spent one season before bolting to the next best thing. Except in this case, going to Arizona State is a lateral move. At best. ASU traded a 6-6 coach (Erickson) for a 6-6 coach (Graham). The difference in the two jobs is the weather. Both Pittsburgh and Arizona State have been a chronic underachievers for years.
At least in Tempe, it's a dry mediocrity.
If I'm an SMU player I have a hard time playing for Jones at this point. A coach who asked his athletes for dedication and loyalty has shown none. Even worse, Jones came back after swinging and missing at another job. Still worse, the school took him back.
I recommend you start following Pittsburgh receiver Devin Street on Twitter (@D_Street_15) for a street-level view.
Sample: I'm literally sick.. That man [Graham] pulled me in his office one on one and lied to me.
The poor players are caught in the crossfire. The Todd Grahams of the world have absolutely no remorse when they reportedly inform players of their departure by text. If the technology had been available when Dennis Franchione left Alabama he still wouldn't have used it.
Simple human decency clauses need to be inserted in some of these contracts.
And the vicious circle continues. Wednesday's magic number was 4: That's the number of jobs Charlie Weis has held since December 2009. Also, the number of coaches Pittsburgh will have since December 2010 when it gets around to replacing Graham.
This is lovely karma for those who despise the actions of Pittsburgh chancellor Mark Nordenberg. His name has been cussed in Big East circles for three months now. After once pledging loyalty to the Big East, Nordenberg led a surreptitious move to the ACC in September.
What comes around, Markie Mark.
As Hypocrite Week continued, someone tweeted these words an Arizona State administrator as Graham was introduced: "What we sought in a football coach was someone who would be in it for the long term at Arizona State"
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Urijah Faber was stopped by strikes in his UFC 169 title fight against Barao, and although he made no excuses for the fight, his manager did not that Faber was not healthy heading into the fight:
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2/10/14 4:39 PM by Mark Hunter
As skilled as Faber is, I'm sure he'll end up getting another title shot some in the not-so-distant future. He's ranked too high in the division, and too marketable, to think anything else.
2/7/14 7:13 PM by MasterofMartialArts
He's always injured, period.
2/7/14 4:36 PM by FreeVNasty
if you notice, Faber always seems to be injured when he fights for the title. BOTH MY HANDS WERE BROKED IN THE MATT BROWN FIGHT! I BROKE MY RIB AGAINST BARAO! MY LEGS WERE DESTROYED IN THE REMATCH (even though i was sprinting at him and bouncing around during my walkout, but ignore that, i was basically a corpse)Remember when Jimmo tore his hamstring, and he collapsed? Yeah, so do i, that's because it happened.
2/7/14 4:31 PM by Fryedtakyama owns me, it's normal
He's just lucky he isn't Brazilian.
2/7/14 4:21 PM by GriffinQ
Supposedly both, the shoulder was the only part publicized because he didn't want to be forced to pull out of the fight.
2/7/14 3:44 PM by Heikki Mustola
He is a warrior, shame that had to happen to him in his training. But in the end, I believe lots of fighters fight injured. Mostly with mild injuries, but some bit more heavy injuries. Training they go through is no joke.
2/7/14 3:35 PM by gooseovermaverick
Lol voted up for sarcasm
2/7/14 1:49 PM by Braziliant
Keep the excuses, team alpha FAIL.
2/7/14 1:27 PM by epwar
Urijah Faber hates mayo.
2/7/14 11:57 AM by steveAKAslick
He's "someone else's injury" away from another title shot...dudes a warrior though and he's still got a lot of fight left in him...retirement wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for him though when he eventually decides to, seeing as he runs the camp that arguably produces and trains the best 155 pound and below fighters in the world (is that a stretch?)


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It's time to shake things up.
With so many players now possessing dual-position eligibility in Yahoo! fantasy hockey leagues, we have decided to expand our weekly forward rankings. That's right, we're bumping it up from 30, to 40 for each position. Going forward, our updated NHL.com rankings will list the top 40 Yahoo!-eligible centers, left wings and right wings.
Simply put, there were just too many good players being left off the rankings because of so many of them being listed in multiple sets of forward rankings -- Chicago's Patrick Sharp is listed at C, LW and RW, despite the fact he has stated he does not want to play in the middle this season (hence Patrick Kane's emergence at the center position).
We want to put Sharp in each set of rankings because it is valuable to you if you have him on your fantasy team -- it will help you gauge his value at each position, because only you know where you want him to be on your roster. Maybe Sharp's a center for one owner, but for another, he could be a starting left wing, so we feel continuing to put him in each set of rankings is useful for everyone.
We've also decided to make one other slight change to our weekly forward rankings: Players that are IR-eligible in Yahoo! Leagues will be excluded from the top-40 rankings -- instead they will be listed at the bottom of the ranks in an IR category.
With that said, let's have a look at how things shape up in our new and improved center rankings:
These modified re-rankings are based on expectations of the season going forward (including injuries). The plus or minus for each player is movement based on our most recent rankings from last week. (NR means not ranked in previous rankings). Note: Positions are dictated by how they're labeled in Yahoo! Fantasy Leagues.
- 1. Steven Stamkos, Lightning (same)
- 2. Henrik Sedin, Canucks (same)
- 3. Anze Kopitar, Kings (same)
- 4. Evgeni Malkin, Penguins* (same)
- 5. Nicklas Backstrom, Capitals (same)
- 6. Patrick Kane, Blackhawks* (+7)
- 7. Claude Giroux, Flyers* (+3)
- 8. Pavel Datsyuk, Red Wings* (-2)
- 9. Ryan Getzlaf, Ducks (same)
- 10. Ryan Kesler, Canucks (-2)
- 11. Brad Richards, Rangers (same)
- 12. Jonathan Toews, Blackhawks (same)
- 13. Joe Pavelski, Sharks* (+5)
- 14. Patrick Sharp, Blackhawks* (+1)
- 15. Jason Spezza, Senators (+4)
- 16. Eric Staal, Hurricanes (same)
- 17. John Tavares, Islanders (same)
- 18. Henrik Zetterberg, Red Wings* (-4)
- 19. Vincent Lecavalier, Lightning (+2)
- 20. Joe Thornton, Sharks (+3)
- 21. Patrick Marleau, Sharks* (-1)
- 22. Danny Briere, Flyers* (+3)
- 23. Mike Richards, Kings (-1)
- 24. Jamie Benn, Stars* (same)
- 25. David Backes, Blues* (NR)
- 26. Tyler Seguin, Bruins* (+1)
- 27. Jeff Skinner, Hurricanes* (+1)
- 28. Ryan Nugent-Hopkins, Oilers (+2)
- 29. Logan Couture, Sharks (NR)
- 30. Matt Duchene, Avalanche (-4)
- 31. Jordan Staal, Penguins* (-2)
- 32. Tomas Plekanec, Canadiens (NR)
- 33. Patrik Elias, Devils* (NR)
- 34. Mikko Koivu, Wild (NR)
- 35. Vinny Prospal, Blue Jackets* (NR)
- 36. Patrice Bergeron, Bruins (NR)
- 37. Stephen Weiss, Panthers (NR)
- 38. Mike Ribeiro, Stars (NR)
- 39. Brandon Dubinsky, Rangers* (NR)
- 40. Mikhail Grabovski, Maple Leafs (NR)
*dual position eligibility in Yahoo! Leagues
NOTE: David Backes recently gained C eligibility in Yahoo! Leagues
Players on IR: Sidney Crosby, Jeff Carter
NOTE: David Backes recently gained C eligibility in Yahoo! Leagues
Players on IR: Sidney Crosby, Jeff Carter
Vincent Lecavalier -- Despite less total ice time and power-play ice time (down from 18:27 to 17:33 and 3:59 to 3:10 on the PP), Lecavalier has been more than productive in the young season. In 12 games the Lightning captain has posted 5 goals, 4 assists, a plus-4 rating, 10 penalty minutes, 3 power-play points and 38 shots on goal. After a relatively down season last year (25 goals and 54 points in 65 games), Lecavalier seems rejuvenated in 2011-12 and has really stepped up his game after a slow start -- he has 7 points in his previous seven games. Start the 31-year-old regularly and hope for him to stay healthy.
Logan Couture -- Since the return of Martin Havlat to the lineup six games ago, Couture's fantasy value has quickly risen -- last year's Calder Trophy candidate has points in all six of those games (4 G, 2 A). The 22-year-old got off to a slow start with just 1 assist in his first four games, but clearly the return of Havlat is leading to more scoring opportunities for Couture. Couture might not see a ton of power-play ice time with that top unit being weighed on quite heavily, but centering a line with Havlat and Ryane Clowe should lead to another solid season -- there's a very good chance Couture exceeds last season's 32-goal, 56-point performance.
Jonathan Toews -- While the Patricks of Chicago (Kane and Sharp) are off to hot starts in 2011-12, their captain is struggling a bit out of the gate. In his first 11 games Toews has 4 goals and 3 assists, with just 1 point in his last 4 games after a quiet three-game point-scoring streak. Fantasy owners need not panic however, as Toews will be just fine. He remains on the outside of the top 10 for now, but by season's end you should expect him to crack that list again.
Henrik Zetterberg -- Zetterberg continues to nose-dive in the center rankings, coming in at a season-low 18th this week. Despite skating on Detroit's top line with Pavel Datsyuk and Daniel Cleary, Zetterberg continues to struggle to find the score sheet -- he has just 2 goals and 2 assists on the season. Not only is his scoring down, but so are his peripheral numbers: Zetterberg has yet to record a power-play point this season while averaging nearly four minutes of man-advantage ice time per game. The Red Wings forward still leads the NHL in shots per game by a large margin (4.7 per game -- Andy McDonald is second with 4.3, but has only appeared in three games; Marian Hossa and Ryan Callahan are next at 4.1), so you should expect Zetterberg to turn things around at some point, but he continues to drop until he proves he's out of this slump.
Matt Duchene -- While Duchene has registered a point in each of his last two games, the fact that he has just 2 goals and 4 assists in 11 games speaks a lot about his poor start. Not only is he struggling on the score sheet, but he has also found himself riding the bench in some games and is only averaging 15:39 of ice time per game (down from 18:56 last year). Fantasy owners shouldn't be surprised by his slow start and they should definitely show patience with Duchene, as he scored just 2 goals in his first 18 games last season before exploding to finish with a team-high 27 goals and 67 points. He has been shuffled around quite a bit with different line combinations, but his latest game against the Kings saw him skate on a line with David Jones and Joakim Lindstrom -- while this isn't exactly the greatest fantasy trio in hockey, Duchene did finish the game with a goal.
Jussi Jokinen -- The Hurricanes forward has been pretty productive through 12 games (3 goals and 6 assists), but on Tuesday he suffered a leg injury and will be sidelined for 3-4 weeks. This is rough news for his fantasy owners, but it's also an opportunity for leagues where Jokinen is still available (he's only owned in 37 percent of Yahoo! Leagues, so a lot of you should read on).
If you have room for him on your roster or on your IR, grab Jokinen and stash him away. The 28-year-old winger has been more than productive in all facets of fantasy hockey so far with a solid 10 penalty minutes and a plus-4 rating. (You probably thought his plus/minus would be rough knowing Eric Staal is at a League-worst minus-12!) Jokinen has also contributed 4 power play-points while receiving 4:15 of power play ice time per game (17:01 total ice time).
The bottom line is that Jokinen should be owned in a lot more fantasy leagues than 37 percent, despite his recent injury -- he should be good for 50-60 points this season.


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