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Ted Simons: The Governor announced a plan to simplify the Maricopa County tax system. The legislation will give business owners a single point of contact for payment and audit. The Governor, along with the bill's sponsor and a businessman talked about the changes at a press conference today.
Ted Simons: Here now to help explain what Arizona's transaction privilege tax is and what these changes might bring is Arizona State University economist Dennis Hoffman. Good to see you again.
Dennis Hoffman: Great to be here, Ted.
Ted Simons: Tax system needs reform?
Dennis Hoffman: Oh, yes, true. I was not an official member of the task force, but I did chair a working group so I was down there for a lot of these meetings. A lot of the theme, Ted, is around the costs to businesses. People may hear this, well, okay, I see that our businesses have to sort this out and it's onerous. And this testimony I think was very illustrative. People have to remember, those business costs get passed down to consumers. When there's distortions during the proceedings, it's when businessmen and women have to allocate resources inefficiently so as to comply with tax rules and administration. That's what we have going on in Arizona.
Ted Simons: The Governor wants one form, one point of contact, one audit. Obviously it's more complicated than that right now. What are folks looking out for here?
Dennis Hoffman: Well, you know, the history of this, I really think it's a situation where actually a minority of the cities in the state, the big ones, by the way, these cities took it upon themselves to audit and administer taxes in their own right. And there was no clear legislation coming down from the legislature that prevented them from doing that. It resulted in just this very complex array of different structures, administrative rules, audit rules, audit triggers. It really is complex. This is not overstating it. We're one of four states out of step in the union. I think of the four others Arizona is probably the most complex. I think this representative is right on the mark. Ours is the worst in the nation.
Ted Simons: I know cities and towns are not exactly excited about this. If you lose an extra point, they could be the backup, and plus money they might get could be lost in the system or never get there in the first place.
Dennis Hoffman: I get it, I heard that argument. I caution the cities if they block this somehow. I guess the adage would be, they might be throwing the baby out with the bath water here. They might be giving up some very good things if they decide that they want to block this. I say if the efficiencies could be seized in this particular system, if resources could be allocated more efficiently, certainly there's going to be price relief coming through the market to our consumers, and those businesses will be able to hire more people to produce the products and services that they are good at. Finally it opens up the door to online and remote sales.
Ted Simons: Talk more about that, it seems like a big deal.
Dennis Hoffman: That is a very big deal.
Ted Simons: What exactly are we talking about here?
Dennis Hoffman: Our brick and mortar retailers are the biggest advocate for opening up taxation of online and remote sales. Quite logically, they are at a disadvantage, it may be just more efficient to market on line, warehouse it, and then ship it to another state. The economics side on the side of the online and remote as it stands. Then up add on the tax differential. You've got a cost advantage and then you layer on this tax advantage.
Ted Simons: But correct me if I'm wrong, Congress would have to okay eventually --
Dennis Hoffman: True, but it appears to be moving in that front. They can open up the door to online and remote taxation. If we don't take the steps to simplify our tax code, we're not going to be eligible for this.
Ted Simons: Cities and towns will not be upset with this and they are not crazy about it. Food, advertising, commercial leases, contracting, these sorts of things. Once this is implemented, and it looks like it has bipartisan support in the legislature --
Dennis Hoffman It does.
Ted Simons: -- we are going to see radical changes in city revenues?
Dennis Hoffman: I think this lays the groundwork for a more stable, predictable sales tax regime. The big debate in this proposal is about the contractor tax, and some of the fast-growing cities are afraid they are going to lose some of the contracting revenues that they have been counting on. But Ted, a rational city has got to base their budget on a more predictable revenue stream than contractor. It's lost 60% since the mid 2000s. You've got to have a more rational, sensible way of paying for the services people want. I think that's what the city should be doing.
Ted Simons: Thanks for joining us.
Dennis Hoffman: Great to be here, Ted.


text: We have lived in our house for 3 years. Our original loan amount was $170000, Now we are at $164,000. Our interest rate is 5.25. Now we are thinking about refinancing because we can get a 3.25% rate. If we are military and are definitely not planning on staying in this house for 30 years should we refinance to cut our payments to $944? Currently it's $1160. We may volunteer for a long overseas tour this next year. Even if we move we may just rent out the house because we would lose a ton of money. We bought it for 165k and now it's worth 93k. Any words of advice? This is our first house, we've never done this before.


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Like other Mormons, I believe in the Jesus of the New Testament: he was born of the Virgin Mary, and baptized in the Jordan River by John the Baptist. He preached the gospel and ministered to the poor and the ill, healing many. He was arrested by the soldiers of Pontius Pilate, then tortured and tried as a common criminal. He was executed by crucifixion, suffering for our sins beginning in the Garden of Gethsemane and ending only with his death. On the third day of his entombment, he arose from the dead, breaking the bonds of death for all humankind. After his resurrection he was seen by many who testified that he had risen. He ascended into heaven where he sits on the right hand of God as our Advocate and Intercessor.
If I didn't preface that description of my belief with "I'm a Mormon," few people hearing my declaration would doubt that I'm a Christian. It makes no sense that such a preface would make the rest of what I say non-Christian. Professor Jeffress and I may disagree about the theological explanations of divinity. But it is preposterous to say that we don't believe in the same historical person, Jesus, nor that we don't both believe that he is the Messiah. We are both Christians.
If I say "horse" and you say "horse" and we are both pointing to the same animal in a field, then we both mean the same thing, even if you believe that horses are related to cows and I believe they are related to unicorns. I doubt that what we believe about a word by way of explanation changes its referent.
So give me a break. I need the rest.
If you believe that Mormons are heretical Christians bound for eternal burning in hell, fine. You are entitled to whatever religious belief you want. But if you have to say something about Mormons, say that. Say what would be more honest, though less interesting: Mormons aren't the same kind of Christian you are. While that would attract virtually no media attention, it would have the virtue of being accurate.
James Faulconer is a Richard L. Evans Professor of Religious Understanding at Brigham Young University, where he has taught philosophy since 1975.
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nice work Dann that's one of the things i like most about your work is that you always put ROM in some kind of setting that features other Marvel characters. i'l pass this one along to Ptor at the Sanctum Santorum (Dr. Strange, Rom, Man-Thing blog) he's really been in the dumps lately maybe this'll cheer him up a bit.
Sure...sounds good. Glad you like, and thanks for all the kind words on your blog. I'll definitely be trolling there more often.
got anything else in the works that's ROM related if may ask? in particular anything you might have done within the next few days?
I'm starting work on another piece soon, not sure which direction I'm going with it tho....
i hear ya. for the past couple of months i've had these fan art ideas in my head that i just haven't found the time to put down on paper. among them are a Rom vs The U-FOES and a Rom vs The Brood piece. remember those awesome Mego Micronaut alien figures with the cool interchangeable weapons and glowing brains? here i just uploaded some fan art of them i did back in 97 csuhsux.deviantart.com/art/Mic…
also been thinking of a Jack of Hearts and Sabra team up piece in which Jack is featured with his updated costume which he had right before he "died". so many cool ideas and so little time. by the way if anything i mentioned gets your imagination stirring feel free to run with it.
I have quite a few ideas swimming in my head right now...in fact, I'll be finished with a new pic tonight. Think you'll like it!
now you talking! my two favorite comic books
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The Notebooks of Don Rigobertoby Mario Vargas Llosa
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Set in Lima, the novel tells of a love story whose participants may be the fictional characters of Don Rigoberto. With his usual sly assurance, Vargas Llosa keeps the reader guessing which episodes are real and which issue from the Don's imagination; the resulting novel, an aggregate of reality and fantasy, is sexy, funny, disquieting, and unfailingly… See more details below
Set in Lima, the novel tells of a love story whose participants may be the fictional characters of Don Rigoberto. With his usual sly assurance, Vargas Llosa keeps the reader guessing which episodes are real and which issue from the Don's imagination; the resulting novel, an aggregate of reality and fantasy, is sexy, funny, disquieting, and unfailingly compelling.
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Simultaneously, Don Rigoberto fills his "notebooks" with impassioned sexual arcana and fantasizing: arguments with a militant "feminist sec"'; "diatribes" against "Rotarians," who repress sexual energies, and "Sportsmen," who misspend them; and the like. The line between reality and invention is repeatedly blurred, as Vargas Llosa juxtaposes such entries with accounts of Lucrecia's efforts to resist Fonchito and of her previous a submissions to Don Rigoberto's erotic importunings (persuading her, for example, to "enact" the subjects of famous infamous paintings, andin a dazzling illustration of what a great writer can do with an extended dirty joketo undertake, then describe a "chaste" vacation enjoyed with a former lover). If the Marquis de Sade had had a sense of humor, he might have anticipated such delights as this novel's urbane fetishism ("A Tiny Foot"), appreciations of love in unexpected places (a "formidable sexual encounter" between mating spiders), and uproarious deadpan dialogue ("I went off last night."/ "'Where to,stepmama ?")... It's all so outrageously entertaining that one must concentrate scrupulously to notice how brilliantly Vargas Llosa uses Don Rigoberto's notebooks to comment on a daunting variety of general cultural as well as sexual topics. An anatomy of Eros unlike any other fiction. Its author may need a cold shower; all the fortunate reader needs is the time and place (preferably bed) to sample its very considerable pleasures.
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THE NOTEBOOKS OF DON RIGOBERTO (Chapter I)
The Return of Fonchito
The doorbell rang, Doña Lucrecia went to see who was there, and like a portrait in the open doorway, with the twisted gray trees of the Olivar de San Isidro as the background, she saw the golden ringlets and blue eyes of Fonchito's head. The world began to spin.
"I miss you very much, Stepmamá," chirped the voice she remembered so well. "Are you still angry with me? I came to ask your forgiveness. Do you forgive me?"
"You, it's you?" Still holding the doorknob, Doña Lucrecia had to lean against the wall. "Aren't you ashamed to come here?"
"I sneaked out of the academy," the boy insisted, showing her his sketchbook, his colored pencils. "I missed you very much, really I did. Why are you so pale?"
"My God, my God." Doña Lucrecia staggered and dropped to the faux-colonial bench next to the door. White as a sheet, she covered her eyes.
"Don't die!" shouted the boy in fright.
And Doña Lucrecia—she felt herself passing out—saw the small, childish figure cross the threshold, close the door, fall to his knees at her feet, grasp her hands, and rub them in bewilderment. "Don't die, don't faint, please."
She made an effort to collect her wits and regain her self-control. She took a deep breath before speaking. Her words came slowly, for she thought her voice would break at any moment. "Nothing's wrong, I'm fine now. Seeing you here was the last thing I expected. How did you have the nerve? Don't you feel any remorse?"
Still on his knees, Fonchito tried to kiss her hand.
"Say you forgive me, Stepmamá," he begged. "Say it, say it. The house isn't the same since you left. I came here so many times after school just to catch a glimpse of you. I wanted to ring the bell but I didn't have the courage. Won't you ever forgive me?"
"Never," she said firmly. "I'll never forgive what you did, you wicked boy."
But, belying her own words, her large, dark eyes scrutinized with curiosity, some pleasure, perhaps even with tenderness, the tousled curls, the thin blue veins in his neck, the tips of his ears visible among the blond ringlets, the slim graceful body tightly encased in the blue jacket and gray trousers of his school uniform. Her nostrils breathed in that adolescent odor of soccer games, hard candies, and d'Onofrio ice cream; her ears recognized the high-pitched breaks, the changing voice that still echoed in her memory. Doña Lucrecia's hands resigned themselves to being dampened by the baby-bird kisses of that sweet mouth.
"I love you very much, Stepmamá," Fonchito whimpered. "And even if you don't think so, my papá does too."
Just then Justiniana appeared, a lithe, cinnamon-colored figure wrapped in a flowered smock, with a kerchief around her head and a feather duster in her hand. She stood, frozen, in the hallway leading to the kitchen.
"Master Alfonso," she murmured in disbelief. "Fonchito! I can't believe it!"
"Imagine, imagine!" Doña Lucrecia exclaimed, determined to display more indignation than she actually felt. "He has the gall to come to this house. After ruining my life and hurting Rigoberto so. To ask for my forgiveness and shed his crocodile tears. Have you ever seen anything so shameless, Justiniana?"
But even now she did not pull away the slender fingers that Fonchito, shaken by his sobs, continued to kiss.
"Go on, Master Alfonso," said the girl, so confused that without realizing it she now began to address him with the more familiar tú. "Can't you see how much you're upsetting the señora? Go on, leave now, Fonchito."
"I'll go if she says she forgives me," pleaded the boy, sighing, his head resting on Doña Lucrecia's hands. "And you, Justita, you don't even say hello, you start right in insulting me? What did I ever do to you? I love you too, a lot; I love you so much I cried all night when you left."
"Quiet, you liar, I don't believe a word you say." Justiniana smoothed Doña Lucrecia's hair. "Shall I bring you a cloth and some alcohol, Señora?"
"Just a glass of water. Don't worry, I'm all right now. But seeing the boy here in this house gave me such a shock."
And, at last, very gently, she withdrew her hands from Fonchito's grasp. The boy remained at her feet, not crying now, struggling to suppress his sobs. His eyes were red and tears had streaked his face. A thread of saliva hung from his mouth. Through the mist that fogged her eyes, Doña Lucrecia observed his chiseled nose, well-defined lips, small, imperious cleft chin, the brilliant whiteness of his teeth. She wanted to slap him, scratch that Baby Jesus face. Hypocrite! Judas! Even bite his neck and suck his blood like a vampire.
"Does your father know you're here?"
"What an idea, Stepmamá," the boy answered immediately, in a conspiratorial tone. "Who knows what he'd do to me. He never talks about you, but I know how much he misses you. I swear you're all he thinks about, night or day. I came here in secret, I sneaked out of the academy. I go three times a week, after school. Do you want me to show you my drawings? Say you forgive me, Stepmamá."
"Don't say anything, throw him out, Señora." Justiniana had come back with a glass of water; Doña Lucrecia took several sips. "Don't let him fool you with his pretty face. He's Lucifer in person, and you know it. He'll play another evil trick on you worse than the first one."
"Don't say that, Justita." Fonchito looked ready to burst into tears again. "I swear I'm sorry, Stepmamá. I didn't know what I was doing, honest. I didn't want anything to happen. Do you think I wanted you to go away? That I wanted my papá and me to be left all alone?"
"I didn't go away," Doña Lucrecia muttered, contradicting him. "Rigoberto threw me out as if I were a whore. And it was all your fault!"
"Don't say dirty words, Stepmamá." The boy raised both hands in horror. "Don't say them, they don't suit you."
Despite her grief and anger, Doña Lucrecia almost smiled. Cursing didn't suit her! A perceptive, sensitive child? Justiniana was right: he was Beelzebub, a viper with the face of an angel.
The boy exploded with jubilation. "You're laughing, Stepmamá! Does that mean you forgive me? Then say it, say you have, Stepmamá."
He clapped his hands, and in his blue eyes the sadness had cleared and a savage little light was flashing. Doña Lucrecia noticed the ink stains on his fingers. Despite herself, she was touched. Was she going to faint again? How absurd. She saw her reflection in the foyer mirror: her expression had regained its composure, but a light blush tinged her cheeks, and her breast rose and fell in agitation. With an automatic gesture she closed the neckline of her dressing gown. How could he be so shameless, so cynical, so perverse, when he was still so young? Justiniana read her thoughts. She looked at her as if to say, "Don't be weak, Señora, don't forgive him. Don't be a fool!" Hiding her embarrassment, she took a few more sips of water; it was cold and did her good. The boy quickly grasped her free hand and began to kiss it again, talking all the while.
"Thank you, Stepmamá. You're so good, but I knew that, that's why I had the courage to ring the bell. I want to show you my drawings. And talk to you about Egon Schiele, about his life and his paintings. And tell you what I'll be when I grow up, and a thousand other things. Can you guess? A painter, Stepmamá! That's what I want to be."
Justiniana shook her head in alarm. Outside, motors and horns disturbed the San Isidro twilight, and through the sheer curtains in the dining alcove, Doña Lucrecia caught a glimpse of the bare branches and knotted trunks of the olive trees; they had become a friendly presence. Enough indecisiveness, it was time to act.
"All right, Fonchito," she said, with a severity her heart no longer demanded of her. "Now make me happy. Please go away."
"Yes, Stepmamá." The boy leaped to his feet. "Whatever you say. I'll always listen to you, I'll always obey you in everything. You'll see how well I can behave."
His voice and expression were those of someone who has eased himself of a heavy burden and made peace with his conscience. A golden lock of hair brushed his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with joy. Doña Lucrecia watched as he put a hand into his back pocket, took out a handkerchief, blew his nose, and then picked up his book bag, his portfolio of drawings, his box of pencils from the floor. With all that on his shoulder, he backed away, smiling, toward the door, not taking his eyes off Doña Lucrecia and Justiniana.
"As soon as I can, I'll sneak away again and come and visit you, Stepmamá," he warbled from the doorway. "And you too, Justita, of course."
When the street door closed, both women stood motionless and silent. Soon the bells of the Virgen del Pilar Church began to ring in the distance. A dog barked.
"It's incredible," murmured Doña Lucrecia. "I can't believe he had the nerve to show his face in this house."
"What's incredible is how good you are," the girl replied indignantly. "You've forgiven him, haven't you? After the way he tricked you into fighting with the señor. There's a place reserved for you in heaven, Señora!"
"I'm not even certain it was a trick, or that he planned it all out ahead of time."
She was walking toward the bathroom, talking to herself, but she heard Justiniana chiding her. "Of course he planned everything. Fonchito is capable of the most awful things, don't you know that yet?"
Perhaps, thought Doña Lucrecia. But he was a boy, only a boy. Wasn't he? Yes, at least there could be no doubt about that. In the bathroom she splashed cold water on her forehead and looked at herself in the mirror. Agitation had sharpened her nose and made it twitch uneasily, and there were bluish circles under her eyes. Between her partially opened lips she could see the tip of the sandpaper her tongue had turned into. She recalled the lizards and iguanas in Piura; their tongues were always bone-dry, like hers was now. Fonchito's presence in her house had made her feel stony and ancient, like those prehistoric relics of the northern deserts. Without thinking, acting automatically, she untied her belt, and with a movement of her shoulders shrugged off her dressing gown; the silk slid down her body like a caress and fell with a whisper to the floor. Flat and round, the dressing gown covered her insteps, like a gigantic flower. Not knowing what she was doing or what she was going to do, breathing heavily, her feet stepped across the barrier of clothing that encircled them and carried her to the bidet, where, after lowering her lace panties, she sat down. What was she doing? What are you going to do, Lucrecia? She was not smiling. She tried to inhale and exhale more calmly while her hands, moving independently, turned the taps, the hot, the cold, testing them, mixing them, adjusting them, raising or lowering the jet of water—lukewarm, hot, cold, cool, weak, strong, pulsating. Her lower body moved forward, moved back, leaned to the right, the left, until it found just the right spot. There. A shiver ran down her spine. "Perhaps he didn't even realize, perhaps he didn't know what he was doing," she repeated to herself, feeling sorry for the boy she had cursed so often during these past six months. Perhaps he wasn't bad, perhaps he wasn't. Mischievous, naughty, conceited, irresponsible, a thousand other things. But not evil, no. "Perhaps not." Thoughts burst inside her head like bubbles in a pot of boiling water. She recalled the day she had met Rigoberto, the widower with the great Buddha ears and outrageous nose whom she would marry a short while later, and the first time she had seen her stepson, a cherub in a blue sailor suit—gold buttons, a little cap with an anchor—and all she had discovered and learned, the unexpected, imaginative, intense nocturnal life in the little house in Barranco that Rigoberto had built to begin their life together, and the arguments between the architect and her husband which had marked the construction of what would become her home. So much had happened! The images came and went, dissolved, changed, entwined, followed one after the other, and it was as if the liquid caress of the nimble jet of water reached to her very soul.
Instructions for the Architect
Our misunderstanding is conceptual in nature. You have created this attractive design for my house and library based on the supposition—one that is extremely widespread, unfortunately—that people, not objects, are the primary consideration in a residence. I do not criticize you for having made this opinion your own, since it is indispensable for any man in your profession not resigned to doing without clients. But my conception of my future home is just the opposite. To wit: in the small constructed space that I will call my world and that will be ruled by my whims, we humans will be second-class citizens; books, pictures, and engravings will have first priority. My four thousand volumes and one hundred canvases and prints should constitute the primary rationale for the design I have hired you to make. You must subordinate the comfort, safety, and space allotted human occupants to what is needed for those objects.
An absolutely essential factor is the fireplace, which must have the capacity to serve, at my discretion, as a crematorium for unwanted books and prints. For this reason, it must be placed very close to the bookshelves and within reach of my chair, since it pleases me to play inquisitor to literary and artistic calamities while seated. Let me explain. The four thousand volumes and one hundred prints in my possession are invariable numbers. In order to avoid excessive abundance and disorder, I will never own more, but they will not always be the same, for they will be replaced constantly until my death. Which means that for each book I add to my library, I eliminate another, and each image that enters my collection—lithograph, woodcut, xylograph, drawing, engraving, mixed media, oil painting, watercolor, et cetera—displaces the least favorite among all the others. I will not conceal from you that choosing the victim is difficult, at times heartrending, a Hamletian dilemma that torments me for days, weeks, and then becomes part of my nightmares. At first I presented the sacrificed books and prints to public libraries and museums. Now I burn them, which accounts for the importance of the fireplace. I chose this drastic method, which seasons the discomfort of selecting a victim with the spice of committing a cultural sacrilege, an ethical transgression, on the day, or, I should say, the night when, having decided to replace a reproduction of Andy Warhol's multicolored Campbell's soup can with a beautiful Szyszlo inspired by the sea of Paracas, I realized it was stupid to inflict on other eyes a work I had come to consider unworthy of mine. And then I threw it in the fire. As I watched the pasteboard scorch and burn, I confess to experiencing a vague remorse. This no longer happens. I have consigned dozens of romantic and indigenist poets to the flames, and an equal number of conceptualist, abstract, informalist, landscapist, portraitist, and sacred works of art in order to maintain the numerus clausus of my library and art collection, and I have done so not with regret but with the stimulating sense that I was engaging in literary and artistic criticism as it should be practiced: radically, irreversibly, and flammably. Let me add, to bring this digression to a close, that the pastime amuses me, but since it in no way serves as an aphrodisiac, I consider it limited, minor, merely spiritual, lacking bodily repercussions.
I trust you will not interpret what you have just read—the greater importance I attribute to pictures and books than to flesh-and-blood bipeds—as a sudden whim or cynical pose. It is neither, but rather a deep-rooted conviction, the result of certain extremely difficult but also highly pleasurable experiences. It was in no way easy for me to adopt a position that contradicted the ancient traditions—with a smile on our lips, let us call them humanistic—of anthropocentric philosophies and religions in which it is inconceivable that a real human being, an organism of perishable flesh and bone, can be considered less worthy of interest and respect than the invented one that resides (if it makes you more comfortable, let us say it is reflected) in the imagery of art and literature. I will spare you the details of this story and move directly to the conclusion I reached, which I now proclaim with no embarrassment. It is not the world of cunning cattle that you and I are part of which interests me and brings me joy or suffering, but the myriad beings animated by imagination, desire, and artistic skill, the beings present in the paintings, books, and prints that I have collected with the patience and love of many years. The house I am going to build in Barranco, the project you are going to redesign from beginning to end, is for them rather than for me or my new bride or young son. The trinity formed by my family, no blasphemy intended, is in the service of these objects, as you must be when, after reading these lines, you lean over the drawing board to correct the mistake you have made.
What I have just written is the literal truth, not an enigmatic metaphor. I am building this house to suffer and find pleasure with them and by them and for them. Make an effort to imitate me during the limited time you will be in my employ.
And now, draw up your plans.
The Night of the Cats
Faithfully keeping the appointment, Lucrecia came in with the darkness, talking of cats. She herself resembled a beautiful Angora in the whispering ermine that reached down to her feet and concealed her movements. Was she naked under her silvery wrap?
"Did you say cats?"
"Little cats, I mean," she mewed, striding resolutely around Don Rigoberto, who was reminded of a bull that has just emerged from the pen and is taking the bullfighter's measure. "Kitty cats, pussycats, kittens. A dozen, maybe more."
They were frolicking on the red velvet bedspread. They pulled back and extended their little paws beneath the cone of brutal light that fell, like stardust, from the invisible ceiling onto the bed. The scent of musk filled the air, and baroque music, with its abrupt diapasons, came from the same corner as the dry, commanding voice.
"Get undressed."
"Absolutely not," Doña Lucrecia protested. "You want me there with those animals. I'd rather die, I can't stand them."
"He wanted you to make love to him in the middle of all those kittens?" Don Rigoberto did not miss a single moment of Doña Lucrecia's progress around the soft thick carpet. His heart awoke as the Barrancan night became less humid, more lively.
"Imagine," she replied softly, stopping for an instant and then resuming her circular pacing. "He wanted to see me naked in the middle of those cats. And I find them so disgusting! I get gooseflesh just thinking about it."
Don Rigoberto began to discern their shapes, his ears began to hear the weak mewing of the swarm of cats. Segregated by shadows, they began to appear, become corporeal, and on the fiery bedspread, beneath the shower of light, the gleams and reflections and dark contortions made him dizzy. He sensed that at the tips of those shifting limbs there was a suggestion of aqueous, curved, infant claws.
"Come, come here," the man in the corner ordered in a quiet voice. And at the same time he must have turned up the volume, because clavichords and violins swelled, assaulting his ears. Pergolesi! Don Rigoberto recognized the composer. He understood why that sonata had been chosen: the eighteenth century was not only the time of disguises and confusion of the sexes; it was also the century par excellence of cats. Hadn't Venice always been a feline republic?
"Were you naked by this time?" Listening to himself, he realized that desire was quickly taking control of his body.
"Not yet. He undressed me, as always. Why do you ask when you know that's what he likes best?"
"And do you too?" he interrupted in a honeyed tone.
Doña Lucrecia laughed, a little forced laugh.
"It's always nice to have a valet," she whispered, inventing a charming modesty for herself. "Though this time it was different."
"Because of the cats?"
"Of course because of the cats. They made me so nervous. My nerves were all on edge, Rigoberto."
And still, she had obeyed the order of the lover hidden in the corner. Docile, curious, aroused, she stood beside him and waited, not for a second forgetting the pack of felines knotted together, arching their backs, rolling over, licking with their tongues, displaying themselves in the obscene yellow circle that held them prisoner in the center of the flaming bedspread. When she felt his two hands on her ankles, moving down to her feet and removing her shoes, her breasts grew as taut as two bows. Her nipples hardened. Meticulously he removed her stockings, kissing, without haste and with great care, every inch of exposed skin. He murmured something that Doña Lucrecia thought at first were tender or vulgar words dictated by excitement.
"But no, it was not a declaration of love, or any of the filthy things that sometimes occur to him." She laughed again, the same little disbelieving laugh, and stopped within reach of Don Rigoberto's hands. He did not attempt to touch her.
"What, then," he stammered, struggling with his recalcitrant tongue.
"Explanations, a whole felinesque lecture," and she laughed again between stifled little screams. "Did you know that the thing kittens like best in the world is honey? And that at their backsides they have a sac that produces perfume?"
Don Rigoberto sniffed at the night with dilated nostrils.
"Is that the scent you're wearing? Isn't that musk?"
"It's civet. Cat perfume. I'm covered with it. Does it bother you?"
The story was slipping away from him, he was losing his hold on it, he had thought he was inside and now he found himself on the outside. Don Rigoberto did not know what to think.
"And why had he brought the jars of honey?" he asked, fearing a game or a joke that would undermine the gravity of the ceremony.
"To smear on you," said the man, and he stopped kissing her. He continued to undress her; he had finished with her stockings, jacket, and blouse. Now he was unfastening her skirt. "I brought it from Greece, from the bees on Mount Hymettus. The honey that Aristotle speaks of. I saved it for you, thinking about tonight."
He loves her, thought Don Rigoberto, moved despite his jealousy.
"No, you won't," Doña Lucrecia protested. "Absolutely not. That dirty stuff's not for me."
Her defenses weakened by the contagious will of her lover, she spoke without authority, in the tone of one who knows she is defeated. Her body had begun to divert her thoughts from the high-pitched noises on the bed, had begun to quiver, to focus her attention on the man who had stripped away her last articles of clothing and, kneeling at her feet, continued his caresses. She allowed him to go on, attempting to abandon herself to the pleasure he gave her. His lips and hands left flames wherever they touched. The kittens were always there, grayish-green, lethargic or lively, wrinkling the bedspread. Meowing, frolicking. Pergolesi had subsided into a distant breeze, a sonorous swoon.
"Smear your body with honey from the bees on Mount Hymettus?" Don Rigoberto repeated, spelling out each word.
"So that the kittens would lick it off, can you imagine? Even though the damn things make me sick, even though I'm allergic to cats and can't stand to touch sticky things (She never chewed gum, Don Rigoberto thought with gratitude) even with the tip of my finger. Can you imagine?"
"It was a great sacrifice, you did it only because…"
"Because I love you," she interrupted. "You love me too, don't you?"
With all my heart, thought Don Rigoberto. His eyes were closed. He had finally reached the state of absolute lucidity he had been striving for. He could orient himself without difficulty in that labyrinth of dense shadows. Very clearly, with a touch of envy, he could see the skill of the man who, without hurrying or losing control of his fingers, freed Lucrecia of her slip, her bra, her panties, while his lips delicately kissed her satin skin, feeling the light granulation—from cold, uncertainty, apprehension, disgust, desire?—that enervated her, and the warm exhalations, summoned by his caresses, that appeared on those same parts of her body. When he felt on the tongue, teeth, and palate of the lover the curly thatch of hair, and the spicy aroma of her juices ascended to his brain, he began to tremble. Had he begun to apply the honey? Yes. With a painter's fine brush? No. With a cloth? No. With his bare hands? Yes. Or rather, with each of his long, bony fingers and all the knowledge of a masseur. His fingers spread the crystalline substance on her skin—the sugary scent rose, cloying, through Don Rigoberto's nostrils—and verified the consistency of thighs, shoulders, and breasts, pinched those hips, passed over those buttocks, penetrated and separated those puckered depths. The music of Pergolesi capriciously returned. It resounded, hiding Doña Lucrecia's muffled protests and the agitation of the kittens, who could smell the honey and, guessing at what was going to happen, had begun leaping and yowling, running along the bedspread, their jaws open, impatient.
"It was more hunger," Doña Lucrecia corrected him.
"Were you excited?" panted Don Rigoberto. "Was he naked? Did he put honey on his own body too?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Doña Lucrecia intoned. "He smeared me, he smeared himself, he had me smear his back where his hand couldn't reach. Naturally those little games are very exciting. He isn't made of wood, and you wouldn't want me to be made of wood either, would you?"
"Of course not," Don Rigoberto agreed. "My darling."
"Naturally we kissed, we touched, we caressed," his wife stated with precision. She had resumed her circular pacing, and Don Rigoberto's ears could detect the whisper of ermine at each step. Did it inflame her, remembering? "I mean, without our leaving the corner. For a long while. Until he picked me up and carried me, all covered with honey, to the bed."
The vision was so clear, the definition of the image so explicit, that Don Rigoberto became fearful. "I may go blind." Like those hippies during the psychedelic years, stimulated by the synesthesias of LSD, who defied the California sun until the rays burned their retinas and they were condemned to see life with their ears, their sense of touch, their imagination. There they were, smeared and dripping with honey and their own secretions, Hellenic in their nakedness and grace, advancing toward the cattish swarm. He was a medieval knight armed for battle and she a wood nymph, a ravished Sabine woman. She kicked her golden feet and protested, "I don't want to, I don't like it," but her arms amorously encircled the neck of her raptor, her tongue struggled to enter his mouth, and she sipped his saliva with pleasure. "Wait, wait," Don Rigoberto implored. An accommodating Doña Lucrecia stopped, and it was as if she had disappeared into those complicitous shadows while her husband evoked in memory the languid girl by Balthus (Nu avec chat), seated on a chair, her head voluptuously thrown back, one leg extended, the other bent, her slim heel resting on the edge of the chair, arm outstretched to stroke a cat that lies on the top of a dresser and, with half-closed eyes, calmly awaits his pleasure. Digging deeper, searching—in the book by the Dutch animalist Midas Dekkers?—he also recalled seeing but not paying much attention to the Rosalba by Botero (1968), an oil painting in which a small black feline, crouching on a nuptial bed, prepares to share sheets and mattress with a voluptuous, curly-haired prostitute who is finishing her cigarette; and a woodcut by Félix Vallotton (Languor, circa 1896?) in which a girl with vivacious buttocks, among flowered bolsters and a geometric quilt, scratches the erogenous neck of an aroused cat. Apart from these uncertain approximations, in the arsenal of his memory no image coincided with this one. He was childishly intrigued. His excitement had ebbed, without disappearing altogether; it appeared on the horizon of his body like one of those cold suns in a European autumn, his favorite season for traveling.
"And?" he asked, returning to the reality of his interrupted dream.
The man had placed Lucrecia beneath the cone of light, and firmly freeing himself from the arms that tried to hold him, ignoring her pleas, he stepped back. Like Don Rigoberto, he contemplated her from the darkness. It was an uncommon sight and, once he was past the initial discomfiture, incomparably beautiful. After moving away in fright to make room for her and observe her, crouching, uncertain, always on the alert—green sparks, yellow ones, tense little whiskers—the tiny animals sniffed at her and leaped onto that sweet prey. They scaled, laid siege to, and occupied the honeyed body, mewing with happiness. The noise wiped out the breathless protests, the stifled little laughs, the exclamations of Doña Lucrecia. Her arms crossed over her face to protect her mouth, eyes, and nose from their eager licking, and she was at their mercy. Don Rigoberto's eyes followed the greedy, iridescent creatures, slipped with them along her breasts and hips, slid along her knees, stuck to her elbows, climbed along her thighs, indulged, like those little tongues, in the liquid sweetness forming pools on the full moon of her belly. The gleam of honey seasoned with the saliva of the cats gave her white body a semi-liquid appearance, and the little starts and shivers that traced the stepping and tumbling of the animals had something of the soft movements of bodies in water. Doña Lucrecia was floating, she was a living vessel cutting a wake through invisible waters. How beautiful she is! he thought. Her body with its firm breasts and generous hips, well-defined buttocks and thighs, was on the very edge of what he admired above all else in a feminine silhouette: the abundance that suggests but just avoids an undesirable obesity.
"Open your legs, my love," asked the faceless man.
"Open them, open them," pleaded Don Rigoberto.
"They're very small, they don't bite, they won't hurt you," the man insisted.
"Were you enjoying it?" asked Don Rigoberto.
"No, no," replied Doña Lucrecia, who had again resumed her hypnotic walking. The murmurous ermine reawakened his suspicions: was she naked beneath the fur? Yes, she was. "The tickling drove me crazy."
But in the end she had consented, and two or three felines rushed eagerly to lick the hidden backs of her thighs, the little drops of honey that sparkled on the silken black hairs of her mound of Venus. The chorus of licking tongues seemed like celestial music to Don Rigoberto. Pergolesi returned, faintly now, sweetly, moaning slowly. The firm body, licked clean, lay still, in deep repose. But Doña Lucrecia was not sleeping, for Don Rigoberto's ears could detect the discreet eddies escaping, without her realizing it, from her depths.
"Were you over your revulsion?" he inquired.
"Of course not," she replied. And, after a pause, with some humor: "But it didn't matter so much anymore."
She laughed, this time with the open laugh she reserved for him on their nights of shared intimacy, the fantasy without awkwardness that made them happy. Don Rigoberto desired her with all the mouths of his body.
"Take off the coat," he pleaded. "Come, come to my arms, my queen, my goddess."
But he was distracted by the vision that at precisely this instant had doubled. The invisible man was no longer invisible. His long, oiled body silently infiltrated the image. Now he was there too. Dropping onto the red cover, he embraced Doña Lucrecia. The screeching of the kittens squashed between the lovers and struggling to escape with bulging eyes, wide-open jaws, tongues hanging out, hurt Don Rigoberto's eardrums. He covered his ears, but he could still hear them. And though he closed his eyes, he saw the man covering Doña Lucrecia. He seemed to sink into the robust white hips that received him with pleasure. He kissed her with the avidity displayed by the kittens when they licked her, and he moved on her, with her, imprisoned by her arms. Doña Lucrecia's hands clenched his back, and her raised legs fell on his and her proud feet rested on his calves, one of Don Rigoberto's most erogenous zones. He sighed, struggling to control an overwhelming desire to cry. He caught sight of Doña Lucrecia slipping away toward the door.
"Will you come back tomorrow?" he asked anxiously.
"And the day after and the day after that," the silent, vanishing figure replied. "Have I even left?"
The kittens, recovered from their surprise, returned to their duties and dispensed with the final drops of honey, indifferent to the couple's fierce struggles.
The Name Fetishist
I have a name fetish, and your name captivates me and drives me mad. Rigoberto! It is virile, it is elegant, it is Bronzinian, it is Italian. When I say it quietly, just for myself, a shiver snakes all the way down my spine and these rosy heels that God (or Nature if you prefer, unbeliever!) gave me turn to ice. Rigoberto! A laughing cascade of transparent waters. Rigoberto! The yellow joy of a goldfinch celebrating the sun. Wherever you may be, I am there too. Silent and loving, I am there. Do you sign a bill of exchange or a promissory note with the four syllables of your name? I am the dot over the i, the tail of the g, the little horns on each side of the t. The spot of ink on your thumb. Do you appease the heat with a glass of mineral water? I am the tiny bubble that refreshes your palate, the cube of ice that makes your viper-tongue shiver. I, Rigoberto, am the laces in your shoes, the cherry-extract lozenge you take each night to prevent constipation. How do I know this detail of your gastroenterological life? She who loves, knows, and considers everything that concerns her love as worthwhile knowledge, sanctifying the most trivial aspect of his person. Before your portrait I cross myself and pray. To learn about your life I have your name, the numerology of the Cabalists, the divinatory arts of Nostradamus. Who am I? One who loves you as the foam loves the wave and the cloud the rosy dawn. Seek, seek and find me, beloved.
Yours, yours, yours,
The Name Fetishist
THE NOTEBOOKS OF DON RIGOBERTO Copyright © 1997 by Mario Vargas Llosa
Meet the Author
Mario Vargas Llosa is the winner of the 2010 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his cartography of the structures of power and his trenchant images of the individual's resistance, revolt, and defeat." Peru's foremost writer, he has been awarded the Cervantes Prize, the Spanish-speaking world's most distinguished literary honor, and the Jerusalem Prize. His many works include The Feast of the Goat, The Bad Girl, Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter, The War of the End of the World, and The Storyteller. He lives in London.
Mario Vargas Llosa is Peru's foremost author and the winner of the 2010 Nobel Prize in Literature. In 1994 he was awarded the Cervantes Prize, the Spanish-speaking world's most distinguished literary honor, and in 1995 he won the Jerusalem Prize. His many distinguished works include The Storyteller, The Feast of the Goat, Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter, Death in the Andes, In Praise of the Stepmother, The Bad Girl, Conversation in the Cathedral, The Way to Paradise, and The War of the End of the World. He lives in London.
Edith Grossman has translated the poetry and prose of major Spanish-language authors, including Gabriel García Marquez, Alvaro Mutis, and Mayra Montero, as well as Mario Vargas Llosa.
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A wonderfully Written novel that most definately rewrites the latin sexual culture. Llosa first introduces don Rigoberto in his also classic novel (In Praise of the Stepmother) which illustrates a family and the damage incurred by everyone's sexual identity and the moral codes each breaks along the way. Llosa's insight into Rigoberto's fantasies intertwined with his reality is a journey that opens the reader's soul as Llosa, the master, takes us through emotionally and erotically charged episodes that not only has the reader questioning his/her own knowledge of the their sexual identity but how does sexual identity affect a marriage, a family or a life. By the end of the novel the questions arise, how important is sexual identity and who chooses it?. Llosa makes a fine point of illustrating the importance of knowing one's own worth and seeking individual happiness as opposed as to what society may dictate. Pure Genius.
'The Notebooks of Don Rigoberto' is a brilliant demonstration of the imagination, and multi-layered writing, of Mario Vargas Llosa. I'm a fan of his. But to be brutally frank, he fails in the execution of this narrative. Without giving too much away, Vargas Llosa strings together a series of fantasies -- often, if not always, sexual in nature -- with the help of Don Rigoberto's 'notebook,' or diary. Don Rigoberto is the main character who escapes the mundane world by creating alternative, parallel fantasies by scrawling in his notebooks. However, the various tales have nothing to connect them, and appear to be little more than flashes of creativity on the author's part. The result is a disconnected series of experiences and fantasies, whose medium to link them are Don Rigoberto's notebooks, and little else. Those notebooks, though, don't suffice in that mission. The reading process begins to feel repetitious, leaving the reader to wonder how some of the earlier fantasies are relevant at all.
this is a book for all those people who think that they are so normal so much ok. it playes with the nature of human beings on a such a delicate way. it showes that there are some things about which we should think twicw, before saying or judgung anything and anyone. when you read it , you will ask your self did you understood the autor at all, what have you read, feeling a kind of wish to go back and read some parts again.it is obvious that the autor knows the human nature very well, into it's deepest parts. on the end it showes that there is only one thing that we are looking for, happines and harmony/ each one of us on it's own way..................read it..you will love it


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inspiratron Jul 25, 2012 8:54 AM
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I just found out... when I opened my MacRumors feed and it made me go into Mail. Very stupid, indeed.
Also, seems that there's no way to ask it to stop saving passwords, that I can see.
David Rogers2 Jul 25, 2012 8:56 AM
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I agree completely. I won't be updating Safari until RSS comes back.
Unfortunately, the chances of someone at Apple reading this is slim. Visit http://www.apple.com/feedback/safari.html and let them know you want your RSS back!
inspiratron Jul 25, 2012 9:08 AM
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Done! I wish I'd known beforehand.
Also, security certificiates show up to the left of the URL... WHEN THERE ARE ANY. When you switch to another page without one, the URL jumps back to where the certificate would have been. Looks worse.
Another pet peeve: URL after the domain name (e.g. after "discussions.apple.com") is grayed out. Just like Chrome. I don't like Chrome. If I wanted to use Chrome, I would. Looks like I may do that, now.
AND FINALLY, seems there's no way to get it to stop asking to remember passwords. Always hated that "feature".
Silverhammer Jul 25, 2012 9:22 AM
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Add me to the list of power users who are extremely disappointed in the changes in Safari 6.
(Yes, I also used the Feedback page. I'm posting here so that we can know we're not alone.)
John Owen Jul 25, 2012 9:31 AM
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It really does boggle the mind why they would eliminate a feature like this??????????? I put my 2 cents worth in the feedback also.
joemo Jul 25, 2012 9:54 AM
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Absolutley dumb, please bring back this feature, i do not want to use mail to read rss feeds.
I have thousands of feeds arranged in bookmarks, very effecient, now they are all gone. really really dumb, and ugly IMO.
How is being forced to open the rss feed into another application a more elegant design decision?
does someone have some terminal fu to turn this behavoir off?
etresoft Jul 25, 2012 10:17 AM
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I just released an RSS feed reader that is integrated with Mountain Lion's new notifications. Instead of checking some RSS reader all day, just sit back and wait for notifications. You can download it from: http://www.etresoft.com/etrefeed
Unfortunately, Apple is way behind on reviewing apps in the Mac App Store. I have released a time limited demo until Apple gets caught up.
Disclaimer: I may receive some form of compensation, financial or otherwise, from my link.
PS: I found this post by searching for "RSS" in Apple Support Communities, ranking by date, and clicking the "RSS feed of the list" link at the bottom.
Silverhammer Jul 25, 2012 10:43 AM
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I just released an RSS feed reader that is integrated with Mountain Lion's new notifications. Instead of checking some RSS reader all day, just sit back and wait for notifications.
I don't see how that is an improvement.
d.sprinter Jul 25, 2012 11:34 AM
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I, like many other people I know, do not like the Safari RSS version. I think that is why they dumped it. In fact, my dislike of it is the biggest reason I still use Firefox. I like the Brief add-on. I also use the Vienna, a free RSS reader, as well.
Even though, I do not like Safari's RSS, I think it should be an option that users can turn on and off at their whim. That is similar to my use of TextEdit to write a quick letter, but Apple changed the feature of using its "Dictionary" and substituted it with the employment of search engines.
etresoft Jul 25, 2012 11:36 AM
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That is similar to my use of TextEdit to write a quick letter, but Apple changed the feature of using its "Dictionary" and substituted it with the employment of search engines.
I guess I don't understand.
Antonio17 Jul 25, 2012 11:38 AM
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I agree with you, safari's rss reader was the best. I never used chrome or any other browser just because of that feature alone in safari. I couldn't care less about it being removed from mail, but being absent in safari 6.0 is a BIG DEAL for me. I read a lot of content every single day and without rss integrated into safari I'll be forced to download an app (wich I haven't tried and don't really want to)
APPLE PLEASE bring back the RSS reader to safari 6.0!
Ties-Malte Jul 25, 2012 12:17 PM
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I have to agree: After dowmloading Safari 6 I was really angry about Apple not supporting RSS anymore — one of the key-features for using Safari!
APPLE PLEASE bring back the RSS reader to safari 6.0!
Scyanide Jul 25, 2012 12:38 PM
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Honestly, I've read numerous reports that RSS is dying. It isn't used nearly as much as it used to be used. ..again from what I've been reading. Maybe Apple finds it pointless to maintain due to statistics they obtained. Who knows. However, it is not the end of the world. There are plenty, and in my opinion, better alternatives out there.
Google Reader works really really well and in combination with the application Reeder all is perfect.
Glen M Jul 25, 2012 1:18 PM
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It makes NO sense!!!
Why go to Mail if you're just going to link back to Safari?
There is absolutely NO reason why Safari should use Mail to hold its RSS links.
I tried Google Reader and it seriously *****, very difficult to use and the formatting and interface is terrible. I spent 10 minutes and STILL could not find any way to add the feeds I wanted. I just kept on seeing their "Reccomended" articles, which I could NEVER DELETE!
The "RSS Extensions" for Safari are ALL just lame Google Reader extensions. If Apple had just a simple RSS reader extension on their site, none of this would be happening. You are FORCED to use a Google Reader extension if you want to stay in Safari.
What was so incredibly vital that RSS had to be ripped from Safari's code?
By using RSS you bypass all of the innane advertising. I see no other reason than Google making some sort of deal with Apple. This way Google can continue to track your actions and display the ads they want you to see.
I see absolutely no reason or advantage in keeping the POS Safari 6. As soon as I find an easy way to get the old one back, I'll post it here.


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the last tree II by Alizadeh-ArtWatch
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acryl and oil on 120x80 canvas
such a powerful piece man
One of your coolest IMO I love that owl!
Cool bro!!!
hehe thanks,it was an speed painting,just to warm up for new work
it was an old indian who once said "the worst thing man has done is to see a tree as just a tree and nothing more alive than man."
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Please help my BGK!!!!!!!!!
I woke up this morning to find that the white bits of my BGK Have turned to an orange tinge.
I have checked the Ammonia and the nitites and nitrates and the PH and the GH and KH. which all show up fine. If any of you know whats happening please tell me.
What is a BGK?
Black Ghost Knife.
I've seen the "white" parts on ghost knives appear a slight orange-ish color before, but I'm not sure if it's a normal, healthy reaction or an indicator that something's gone wrong. Hopefully someone who keeps these fish and knows more about them will come along and offer some advice!
A few questions I need to ask...
What size tank?
Water params for ammonia, nitrite, nitrate, pH?
Water temp?
Tank mates?
Does the BGK have a cave or tube to hide in?
What are you feeding it? How often?
How often are water changes being done? How much water at a time?
The more you can tell us about your tank and your fish the faster we can help to determine if this is stress induced, illness induced, or just normal changes in coloration (yes, that is possible).
the tank is roughly a 350 litre
0 ppm for ammonia and nitrites and nitrates and the hardness is good along with the carbonate hardness, pH is around 7.5 - 8.0.
Water temp is 26 degrees celcius.
His tank mates include, Swords, a couple of bristle noses, a lonely bala shark and three little silver dollars.
He has three which he can hide in.
I feed him with blood worms (Frozen), flake and sometimes granules.
Water changes are once a week and i take out about a quarter of the tank.
I don't see any indication of a problem in the stats you listed, so this is likely a normal coloration change, either from maturity, spawning season, or one of many various other reasons. Unless the fish is acting strangely, stops eating, or shows any specific symptoms of a problem I would have to say there is no "problem" I can see based on the info provided.
Hope this helps.
This is natural. It started happening with mine before I had to give them away. It's just a thing the fish go through when they're maturing. The color will fluctuate between slightly off white to full yellow, but your fish is fine.
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More than $1 million already raised for chamber projectPublished 8:59am Wednesday, June 11, 2014
The Wetumpka Area Chamber of Commerce held a public kick off event for its capital campaign Saturday night at the Wetumpka Civic Center. The campaign, aimed at raising $1.4 million to restore the block of buildings owned by the chamber, began quietly following a feasibility study conducted in November.
"The first few months were about identifying leadership for the campaign and key investors," said Vanessa Lynch, chamber executive director. "We already have $1,151,500 of our $1.4 million goal committed to date – that's 82 percent."
Pledges to the campaign are stretched over a five-year period. Jimmy Stubbs of River Bank and Trust and Dennis Fain of Jackson Thornton and Company are co-chairs of the fundraising campaign. During the past several months the campaign committee contacted possible investors, presenting the overall plan and obtaining pledges of financial support.
"We are thrilled by the overwhelmingly positive response for the community," said Lynch. "The meetings with investors were inspiring and exciting – and because of that we know we are headed in the right direction."
Saturday night approximately 200 were in attendance at the public kick off. A special presentation unveiled architectural renderings of the planned project to restore the historic appearance of building on the block, all of which were built in the 1800s.
The plans include expansion of the current chamber office to add a conference room and multi-purpose room. The repurposed areas will offer space for business training workshops, board meetings, members' use and to host chamber events.
"We also plan to create a business development center as an incubator for start-up businesses," Lynch said. "That is something the chamber has been looking into and preparing for over the last two years.
"We are confident Wetumpka is poised for incredible growth in our business community and this will enable us to offer programs and benefits to serve those needs as they increase."


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Obituaries — 7/26/13Published 8:40am Friday, July 26, 2013
Laura Wagner
Laura Rose Wagner, 80, of Huntington, W.Va., passed away Monday, July 22, 2013, at her residence. The Ironton native was born Sept. 22, 1932, the daughter of the late Raymond R. and Nellie Morgan Wagner.
Miss Wagner was a graduate of Ironton High School and a former registered nurse for Lawrence County General Hospital and Cabell Huntington Hospital. She was of the Baptist faith.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by a brother, Raymond R. Wagner, Jr.
She is survived by two sisters, Wanda Lenore Bennett and Jo Ann Wagner, both of Springfield; and several nieces and nephews.
Graveside services will be 11 a.m. Saturday in Woodland Cemetery with Pastor Bob Chaffins officiating. There will be no public visitation. Phillips Funeral Home is handling the arrangements. To offer condolences to the family, please visit www.phillipsfuneralhome.net.
Dale Fuller
Dale Fuller, 79, of Proctorville, died Thursday, July 25, 2013, at home. Arrangements are pending at Hall Funeral Home, Proctorville.
Jeffery Holley
Jeffery Scott Holley, 40, of Lavalette, W.Va., died Wednesday, July 24, 2013, at Cabell Huntington Hospital. Funeral services will be 11 a.m. Saturday at Hall Funeral Home, Proctorville, with burial in McCormick Cemetery. Visitation will be from 6 to 9 p.m. today at the funeral home. Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.timeformemory.com/hall
Clayton Ramey
Clayton Floyd Ramey, 41, of Proctorville, died Wednesday, July 24, 2013, at home. Funeral services will be 2 p.m. Saturday at Hall Funeral Home, Proctorville, with burial in Miller Memorial Gardens. Visitation will be from 1 to 2 p.m. before the service at the funeral home. Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.timeformemory.com/hall.
Dorothy Harmon
Dorothy L. Harmon, 88, of Chesapeake, widow of Robert Harmon, died Thursday, July 25, 2013, at her residence. Arrangements are pending at Slack and Wallace Funeral Home, South Point.


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good plugs for all size ears
malleable and when used with the ear wrap don't fall out
davids mom
chicago, IL
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Does what they are supposed to do
Roll into a ball that will fit snuggly into the ear.Easy to use.Disposable and also reusuable.
Cee Jay
Lake worth, FL
Not so great for younger children
Comfortable fit, but not great for younger children. Earplugs kept falling out durning swim class creating distraction among the kids. Wish there where a way to hold the plugs in place.
Orlando, Florida
No ear infections
Worked as advertised. Our daughter has tubes in her ears and we were planning a snorkeling trip to the Florida Keys. These helped keep her ears high and dry, when they stayed in.These are not foam inserts, but rather a puddy type cap for the ear canal. You pull out one disk and smash onto the ear, right above the ear canal, shaping it to fit your ear. Then repeat for the other side.The disks are slightly tacky, think 3M Post It Note, but I wish they were more aggressive in this. They will fall out if your child is active in the water, diving, splashing, ect, or if you handle them to much. Once wet, they do not want to stay in. Also do not get suntan lotion on them or near the ear canal.I shaped a small bump to insert in the ear canal, even though it is not recommended, to help hold them in place. We also bought the head band which helped greatly.For bath time we just use foamies, but with her head submerged, we wanted the canal to be blocked, and these worked great for that.
Chicago Il
How they work.
I ordered the Kids Size because I have small ears. The plugs seem to be the correct size and they do work just not for a long period of time. During my workout eventually one side or the other doesn't protect completely. Keeping the area dry and hair free helps when putting them in but I have not successfully used them for my entire workout without one of them loosing its seal. Once there is moisture between the plugs in the ear area the seal breaks. They don't float out but you can tell the seal is broken and you want to adjust them constantly. They are easy to put in and keep track of because of bright color. I purchased another brand of molded ear plugs and they do a better job and last throughout the workout. I will say Mack's earplugs are more comfortable from beginning to end. The reusable ear plugs are harder making it more painful to put in but they do last throughout the workout. I'm thinking of trying the larger size in the Mack's brand just to be certain that's not the issue.
El Paso, TX
didn't fall out when used
St. Louis, MO
works great in water and for sound comfort
received soon after order, in perfect condition
Theresa B.
St. Louis, MO
Bought for my grandkids but gramma really likes them. Easy to use came out easily. Don't know if I would use with young swimmers under 10 yrs. old.
Easy to Use, Convenient
Our toddler needed tubes in his ears and it was going to be two weeks before we would be able to get ear plugs fitted specifically for him. We bought these to use while we were waiting. They are easy to shape and stay put quite well. I think they are best suited for kids a bit older than our 3 year old but we were able to make them work without cutting them. The bright color also makes them easy to find should your child pull one out!
Mom of 2
Troy, OH
My son has small ears and these work perfect because they adjust to it and are reusable.
Walthourville, GA
keep water out, not like the plastic plugs
Andrea X.
Cedar Park, TX
Great Products.
Work for my small ears. Good for adults or children.
High Desert, CA
Works great
They work great and don't come out while swimming. They can also be cut in half if to big.
sheryl m.
gilbert, AZ
Not good not bad
I bought them hoping that they would really be kid size. Didn't really look that way to me. They are not quite pillow soft and kind of hard to form to the ear. With that said they do keep water out of my daughters ears which is all that really matters! I was just a little disappointed that they weren't a little smaller.
C. Frey
North Carolina
very pliablehighly effective---no water in the ears with this product!
Christie L.
Baltimore, MD
Excellent Product for post P.E tube placement
I needed to find a product to protect my grandson's ears during swim lessons due to having ear tubes. I researched earplugs and Mack's for children cont to come up on every search, so we have tried them, and they work exceptionally well,providing a great seal in keeping water out & the ears dry. My grandson has not complained about ear pain or discomfort. I fully recommend to all my patients and friends who maybe looking for a product that will allow their child the fun and freedom of swimming. we will cont to use Mack's for years to come.
Laurel, MD
Work well
Work well and stays in the ear. I only use half of an ear plug for both ears. I use them as an adult, because they work better than the other brands.
Memphis, TN
swim plugs
price was fair but just average plugs
Springfield, MO
am i using them right?
i tried using these on my 1 year old who is almost 3 now and back then i couldnt get them to stay in his ear for the ife of me.after reading others reviews i wonder if they are just to big for him even if they say "kid size" but i am willing to try them again sice they are only under 5 bucks here at a local store.
Good product
I would rate the product higher, except I am not happy with how much postage I had to pay to get the product here. If I can find the product locally, I will buy it at home the next time.T
Belgrade, MT
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Breakfast Potato Bites To GoMacki West
Even though the school year is coming to a close I'm still looking for shortcuts in the morning. That's when I decided to make one of my kids favorite breakfasts, potatoes, eggs and cheese in a mini muffin tin. Usually this breakfast is saved for the weekend because even with store bought shredded potatoes it still takes at least 20 minutes to make which doesn't cut it for hurried weekday mornings. Now with a tiny bit of planning ahead (making it the day before), I can freeze these little potato nuggets and pop them in the microwave or roster oven for a quick breakfast even on the go. Keep reading for the full recipe…
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Pouring In The Egg 5 of 9Switching kids. I love this shot because it's exactly how life goes, Sylvie decided she wanted to make lemonade with her buddy, so Lincoln happily took over with the potato bites.
Giving It A Stir 6 of 9You can see Sylvie making her fresh lemonade in the background while her buddy watches Lincoln work his magic.
Adding The Cheese 7 of 9And Sylvie's back. When she heard add the cheese, my cheese loving girl came running and her buddy took over with the lemonade.
Filling The Mini Muffin Tin 8 of 9
Ready To Eat 9 of 9My kids actually asked to have these for dessert!
Breakfast Potato Bites To Go Recipe
1 package of pre shredded potatoes (I used simply potatoes found next to the eggs in the grocery store)
3 eggs, beaten
1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1/4 finely chopped onion (optional)
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 350 degrees and thoroughly grease a mini muffin pan (you may need more than one, I used 1 plus 5 mini muffins). Pour potatoes into a bowl, add the salt, garlic powder and onion, stir to combine. Pour in the egg and give it another stir, then add the cheese and mix it all up. Spoon into mini muffin tins and bake for 20 – 25 minutes or until golden brown and tops and edges begin to get crispy. Eat warm, or cool and freeze into individual packs and heat for about 20 seconds in the microwave. Yay, breakfast is make for the whole week!
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Treatment of Hypothyroidism - Article
ABSTRACT: Thyroid disease affects up to 0.5 percent of the population of the United States. Its prevalence is higher in women and the elderly. The management of hypothyroidism focuses on ensuring that patients receive appropriate thyroid hormone replacement therapy and monitoring their response. Hormone replacement should be initiated in a low dosage, especially in the elderly and in patients prone to cardiac problems. The dosage should be increased gradually, and laboratory values should be monitored six to eight weeks after any dosage change. Once a stable dosage is achieved, annual monitoring of the thyroid-stimulating hormone (TSH) level is probably unnecessary, except in older patients. After full replacement of thyroxine (T4) using levothyroxine, the addition of triiodothyronine (T3) in a low dosage may be beneficial in some patients who continue to have mood or memory problems. The management of patients with subclinical hypothyroidism (a high TSH in the presence of normal free T4 and T3 levels) remains controversial. In these patients, physicians should weigh the benefits of replacement (e.g., improved cardiac function) against problems that can accompany the excessive use of levothyroxine (e.g., osteoporosis).
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ABSTRACT: Subclinical thyroid dysfunction is defined as an abnormal serum thyroid-stimulating hormone level (reference range: 0.45 to 4.50 microU per mL) and free thyroxine and triiodothyronine levels within their reference ranges. The management of subclinical thyroid dysfunction is controversial. The prevalence of subclinical hypothyroidism is about 4 to 8.5 percent, and may be as high as 20 percent in women older than 60 years. Subclinical hyperthyroidism is found in approximately 2 percent of the population. Most national organizations recommend against routine screening of asymptomatic patients, but screening is recommended for high-risk populations. There is good evidence that subclinical hypothyroidism is associated with progression to overt disease. Patients with a serum thyroid-stimulating hormone level greater than 10 microU per mL have a higher incidence of elevated serum low-density lipoprotein cholesterol concentrations; however, evidence is lacking for other associations. There is insufficient evidence that treatment of subclinical hypothyroidism is beneficial. A serum thyroid-stimulating hormone level of less than 0.1 microU per mL is associated with progression to overt hyperthyroidism, atrial fibrillation, reduced bone mineral density, and cardiac dysfunction. There is little evidence that early treatment alters the clinical course.
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ABSTRACT: Thyroiditis is an inflammation of the thyroid gland that may be painful and tender when caused by infection, radiation, or trauma, or painless when caused by autoimmune conditions, medications, or an idiopathic fibrotic process. The most common forms are Hashimoto's disease, subacute granulomatous thyroiditis, postpartum thyroiditis, subacute lymphocytic thyroiditis, and drug-induced thyroiditis (caused by amiodarone, interferon-alfa, interleukin-2, or lithium). Patients may have euthyroidism, hyperthyroidism, or hypothyroidism, or may evolve from one condition to another over time. Diagnosis is by clinical context and findings, including the presence or absence of pain, tenderness, and autoantibodies. In addition, the degree of radioactive iodine uptake by the gland is reduced in most patients with viral, radiation-induced, traumatic, autoimmune, or drug-induced inflammation of the thyroid. Treatment primarily is directed at symptomatic relief of thyroid pain and tenderness, if present, and restoration of euthyroidism.
Evaluation of Macrocytosis - Article
ABSTRACT: Macrocytosis, generally defined as a mean corpuscular volume greater than 100 fL, is frequently encountered when a complete blood count is performed. The most common etiologies are alcoholism, vitamin B12 and folate deficiencies, and medications. History and physical examination, vitamin B12 level, reticulocyte count, and a peripheral smear are helpful in delineating the underlying cause of macrocytosis. When the peripheral smear indicates megaloblastic anemia (demonstrated by macro-ovalocytes and hyper-segmented neutrophils), vitamin B12 or folate deficiency is the most likely cause. When the peripheral smear is non-megaloblastic, the reticulocyte count helps differentiate between drug or alcohol toxicity and hemolysis or hemorrhage. Of other possible etiologies, hypothyroidism, liver disease, and primary bone marrow dysplasias (including myelodysplasia and myeloproliferative disorders) are some of the more common causes.
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ABSTRACT: Peripheral neuropathy has a variety of systemic, metabolic, and toxic causes. The most common treatable causes include diabetes mellitus, hypothyroidism, and nutritional deficiencies. The diagnosis requires careful clinical assessment, judicious laboratory testing, and electrodiagnostic studies or nerve biopsy if the diagnosis remains unclear. A systematic approach begins with localization of the lesion to the peripheral nerves, identification of the underlying etiology, and exclusion of potentially treatable causes. Initial blood tests should include a complete blood count, comprehensive metabolic profile, and measurement of erythrocyte sedimentation rate and fasting blood glucose, vitamin B12, and thyroid-stimulating hormone levels; specialized tests should be ordered if clinically indicated. Lumbar puncture and cerebrospinal fluid analysis may be helpful in the diagnosis of Guillain-Barré syndrome and chronic inflammatory demyelinating neuropathy. Electrodiagnostic studies, including nerve conduction studies and electromyography, can help in the differentiation of axonal versus demyelinating or mixed neuropathy. Treatment should address the underlying disease process, correct any nutritional deficiencies, and provide symptomatic treatment.
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Hypothyroidism: An Update - Article
ABSTRACT: Hypothyroidism is a clinical disorder commonly encountered by the primary care physician. Untreated hypothyroidism can contribute to hypertension, dyslipidemia, infertility, cognitive impairment, and neuromuscular dysfunction. Data derived from the National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey suggest that about one in 300 persons in the United States has hypothyroidism. The prevalence increases with age, and is higher in females than in males. Hypothyroidism may occur as a result of primary gland failure or insufficient thyroid gland stimulation by the hypothalamus or pituitary gland. Autoimmune thyroid disease is the most common etiology of hypothyroidism in the United States. Clinical symptoms of hypothyroidism are nonspecific and may be subtle, especially in older persons. The best laboratory assessment of thyroid function is a serum thyroid-stimulating hormone test. There is no evidence that screening asymptomatic adults improves outcomes. In the majority of patients, alleviation of symptoms can be accomplished through oral administration of synthetic levothyroxine, and most patients will require lifelong therapy. Combination triiodothyronine/thyroxine therapy has no advantages over thyroxine monotherapy and is not recommended. Among patients with subclinical hypothyroidism, those at greater risk of progressing to clinical disease, and who may be considered for therapy, include patients with thyroid-stimulating hormone levels greater than 10 mIU per L and those who have elevated thyroid peroxidase antibody titers.
Thyroid Disease in Pregnancy - Article
ABSTRACT: Thyroid disease is the second most common endocrine disorder affecting women of reproductive age, and when untreated during pregnancy is associated with an increased risk of miscarriage, placental abruption, hypertensive disorders, and growth restriction. Current guidelines recommend targeted screening of women at high risk, including those with a history of thyroid disease, type 1 diabetes mellitus, or other autoimmune disease; current or past use of thyroid therapy; or a family history of autoimmune thyroid disease. Appropriate management results in improved outcomes, demonstrating the importance of proper diagnosis and treatment. In women with hypothyroidism, levothyroxine is titrated to achieve a goal serum thyroid-stimulating hormone level less than 2.5 mIU per L. The preferred treatment for hyperthyroidism is antithyroid medications, with a goal of maintaining a serum free thyroxine level in the upper one-third of the normal range. Postpartum thyroiditis is the most common form of postpartum thyroid dysfunction and may present as hyper- or hypothyroidism. Symptomatic treatment is recommended for the former; levothyroxine is indicated for the latter in women who are symptomatic, breastfeeding, or who wish to become pregnant.
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WASHINGTON, Jan. 24, 2013 /PRNewswire-USNewswire/ -- For the last six months, the investigation and subsequent report penned by Louis Freeh has come under fire for being light on facts, heavy on supposition and lacking the legal teeth to provide any of the answers about Penn State's role in the Jerry Sandusky scandal. A new report released today by U.S. Government analyst Ray Blehar concludes something far worse: the Freeh Report's analysis of the 1998 investigation of Jerry Sandusky completely missed the fact that Sandusky had full access to children during the investigation and, as trial records indicate, was likely abusing Victim 4 at the time of the investigation.Blehar's report exposes that no safety plan was put in place during the 1998 investigation of Sandusky. Law enforcement records referenced in the report confirm that Sandusky continued to interact with children throughout the investigation. Sandusky was observed at the baseball practices of two of the children who were the subjects of the investigation, prompting the mother to again summon the police. The report also notes that no formal safety plan was put in place during the 2008 – 2011 investigation. The report contends that the root cause of the Freeh Report's many flaws was its failure to reference Pennsylvania's Child Protective Services Law (CPSL). "When the 1998 investigation is evaluated for compliance with the CPSL, it is quite obvious that the state (DPW) and county (CYS) agencies failed on several fronts," explained Blehar. As a result of the omission, the Freeh Report failed to recommend any type of review of the DPW's and Centre County CYS's investigative procedures, which could lead to needed improvements in child protection.
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