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(The final days of a beloved pet)
Love is love after all
(The final days of a beloved pet)
Many people do not understand the depth of love that many pet owners have for their charges. Blitz was one of our dogs and my mom had a deep connection with him. Blitz was a boxer and very intelligent, sometimes uncannily so. When Blitz died, my mom would never allow herself to have another dog, the loss was so painful for her.
I talked with a friend today whose beloved pet is nearing death. She is a nurse and she spends her days taking care of others, so having a pet dog I believe not only allowed her to be loved unconditionally by her pet, but she also loved taking care of it. The dog is very intelligent, and like many dogs there is always the intuition that there is more there than meets the eye. So my friend's pet that has been with her for 15 years, is now coming to an end. She will do whatever it takes to keep her 'Abby' comfortable, but when the time comes she will be with her when the moment arrives to release her.
Love is love after all, having a pet and loving it is just a species of love. Her dog is not a replacement for human interaction, since she is a nurse and a very good one. Love has a price, separation. Those who have pets know that price when they bring that puppy or adopted pet home. Time is like a bullet train it goes by so fast. We all must learn to let go, but it can be so very difficult.
I believe anything that allows us to love with a pure heart is a grace sent to us by God. Grace is a gift, loving pets are as well, as is a gift when we show love towards them. Love is a dance, it is only interrupted when love becomes domineering then it becomes something else, something cruel and dehumanizing.
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The Dome - Chapter Thirteen
So I wandered around aimlessly for a while, thinking things over. What Zara said could be some of the answers I was looking for, but Dirth didn't seem to think much of him. I didn't want to get caught up in something that was phony, just a lot of gibberish. Zara was okay, but was he telling the truth or just jabbering about his imagination?
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Sometimes I wonder why I still come to this place.
I've considered leaving lately a few times. I mean honestly some of the people just seem borderline insane. How little they value human life. How much they care about religion. How much they value their guns. How they cry about freedom when they don't value it. Too many people just looking for a reason to start a civil war.
Sure there are the occasional sane voice and nice person, but too often they get drowned out in the sea of madness.
So perhaps I should go.
But then, isn't that lettiing those kinds of people win? I don't know anymore.
When the shooting happened I became angry and tired and since then, I've just become more tired, more angry at the pro-gun people. At their excsues, at the lack of concern for life, their talk of freedom, their barely concealled bloodlust/ The lies and their desire for a conflict that would tear their country apart. I'm just so tired, tired of them, tired of their idiocy.
Not to mention being tired of the whole breit thing and how all the leavers are jumping for joy despite the vote not being decisive, not meaning anything and the leaders of itopenly lying and having no plan (and the chaos after it). (And evenn then a pro-gunner wants us to gain arms, go ****ing ffigure.)
I'm just so tired of them. All of them.
In just over two weeks I head away anyway for a few days, so maybe I should do a break until after then.
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Not always about me
Like it or not public perceptions matter.
The smartest person in the room acting lackadaisical and looking disheveled might lead others to assume their possessing the same traits is acceptable.
If they don't operate at peak performance they could lose a job over not being profitable.
If everyone can't do it no one can.
Frown frown frown.
The hardest working member of the team constantly relishing the last one night stand or heavy bender might be a prompt to the next that over indulgence is alright.
Eventually, they could end up not being fit for duty.
Like it or not examples set can have a far reaching impact.
We never know what all occurrences we could have been mistakenly partially responsible for.
The day came when I decided the world didn't revolve around me.
Yes, it was very disheartening.
I'm extremely important to me.
But, I had to think about what life would be like in a world full of me's.
What if it was run by me's, and all the people I ran into on a daily basis were identical to me?
I wouldn't have liked that at all.
At that point I decided to embark on becoming the best me I can be.
I like to do my part.
I want to be a worthwhile contributing member of society.
I can't remember exactly how it was phrased, but I once heard someone make a statement to the effect of, be the change you'd like to see in the world; because you never know who might be watching.
After I was able to push my pride to the side I decided I full heartedly agree.
I don't want to influence anybody to make decisions which will dramatically alter their lives in a negative way.
So, today my fun matters a little less to myself, and I'm okay with that.
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The so called sexual revolution
The so called sexual revolution
The sexual revolution was a joke. I suppose it was great for the guys, but the girls who bought into it were looked down upon and merely used. I can understand people having sex outside of marriage, it is such a powerful instinct, but it seldom delivers what it promises. From my own experience, any relationship I had with women was truncated when sexual activity entered into it. The illusion of union is so great doing the sexual act that it overshadows the slower process of just getting to know one another. Once sex enters the picture it becomes more often than not (there are exceptions of course) the only thing that matters, and in the end the women involved suffers more than the men. The experience of sexual union is only based on reality when the couples involved are in a committed relationship based on mutual respect and love.
Continue: http://www.thechristianreview.com/the-so-called-60s-revolution-a-trappist-looks-back/
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About a month ago, I was being tortured by these tiny annoying insects know simply as bedbugs. A creature I did not know actually existed before this. Well, I am here to tell you that they do exist; they are very, very real and composed entirely of evil.
These little fu--sorry, language filter... these bassturds (really, language filter?) are vampires. Except for the fact that you can choose not to invite a vampire into your home. Bedbugs will get in any way possible. They are tiny so you never really notice them until they're sucking out your life's blood every day. My little friends probably came from a used mattress that my roommate acquired. Although it's impossible to know because he didn't have symptoms like I did. He did get rid of the mattress for some reason. Then he moved out and decided not to take the bed, leaving it in my possession. I had been sleeping on a couch for the past few months so I was happy to finally have a bed. He knew about the bugs, I knew about the bugs. I figured if he can handle it, so can I. So whoopie! I'm sleeping on a bed tonight! So bedtime comes. I grab my blanket and pillow and jump into bed. I get all snuggly and warm and withing minutes, I am asleep.
An hour or two passes and I wake up, itching in several spots, tossing and turning. But every time I got comfortable, a new itch would present itself. So after a few minutes of this, I gave up and got out of the bed. I flipped on the light and saw nothing. But I knew exactly what it was. So driven by a madness, I take off my bedding and lift up the mattress trying to just see one of the a--holes and know that I wasn't just insane. Well, I found one, killed it and came to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to be sleeping tonight.
My friend who was staying over was sleeping on my couch so I went into my closet, searching all of my boxes of stuff that I never unpacked; looking for signs of bugs but I found nothing and got sidetracked looking at things, reveling in nostalgia. Finally my friend woke up and left. So this is where I screwed up. I grabbed my blanket and pillows off the bed and headed to my couch, where I finally got some sleep. Unknowingly bringing some of the s--tfu-k-rs with me.
The next day, I decide to find out how bad the problem really is so I grab a screwdriver and a knife (to kill them) and head into the bedroom. I lift up the mattress and inspect every side of it, lifting up the little corner flap things and killing every bug I see. There are about ten all around the mattress but by now I'm sweating with nervousness and because it's kind of hot in the room. So I get to the box spring which is standing on its side by the wall. I start lifting up the fabric from the wood and killing bugs. There is one or two for every inch along the edge of the box spring and some on the metal frame. At this point, I say f--- this and decide that it is not a job I can do alone.
So I resign myself to sleeping on the couch and for the next few days I am keeping an eye out for my apartment manager to tell her about the problem but she's never around. And by this time, I can't even sleep on the couch because I had brought them in there. Even after killing 12 or so of the f93$%rs in the couch and drowning their hidey hole in alcohol, they kept coming back. So I had been sleeping on the floor in the kitchen, washed and dried my bedding and hadn't been bothered at night for a few days. During the day, they would still bite me as I sat on the couch watching TV or whatever. But it wasn't so bad during the day because I wasn't trying to sleep and I found if I moved enough, they would leave me alone.
So finally I get a chance to talk to my managers and they understand how despicable the bugs are so one of them is all over the problem from the beginning. The other one kind of stays out of the whole mess, she is just there to collect rent. Anyway, the other one comes in the apartment to survey the situation and I tell her everything. She says she will contact their exterminator and get it taken care of asap. Good, right? Nope, because she comes back and tells me that she spoke with the landlords and I am going to have to pay for everything and also have to get rid of the bed and couch before they will even start. If I don't, they will evict me. Okay, I will do everything I can. She also says I will have to bag all of my clothes, take them to an off-site laundromat and put everything in a dryer for 45 minutes or so, then place everything in new sealed bags. I was completely willing to cooperate, even after she switched exterminators the next day and said they would create a payment plan for me, just add 20 bucks to rent every week. I was fine with this, I was excited to get the problem taken care of. But I was having problems finding someone with a truck who would haul the furniture for me. I finally found someone who was coming the next day.
The next day, I started on the bagging things when the manager came to my door and said they decided to just kick me out. Said I had five days to vacate because I "let" the problem go on too long. So then, I was very angry. I cranked up some Cradle of Filth (a metal band that I listen to when I'm feeling angry and want to annoy the neighbors) and started packing everything into boxes. I texted the truck person and cancelled that, then called my cousin who I lived with before, told her that I got kicked out and I have nowhere else to go so I'm moving back in. So, I moved out and left the bed, the couch and a bunch of junk that my roommates left and other junk that I didn't want.
Since moving out, I've seen and killed one bedbug and haven't felt or seen any since. So I'm hoping that problem is done and over because now I have a new and bigger problem to worry about. Anyway, so the lesson here is if you think you may have bedbugs, find out for sure and then get rid of the f----ers. It's not easy and it will probably cost you a lot of money, unless your landlords aren't douchebags. But it will save you from going insane and sleeping on kitchen floors.
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Sir, there's a finger in my soup!
I remember a time in highschool, I was in biology and we were having a pop quiz that day. Roughly 5 minutes in to the quiz some one started saying out loud "bum bum bum bum bum" followed by some one across the room belting out "Flash!", and the whole class sang out "ohh oh, savior of the universe!"
needless to say the teacher stopped the test and told us that we passed, merely because they liked that film. So thank you Flash Gordon, you helped me pass a biology pop quiz. The lesson of today is thus, random acts of weirdness goes a long way... Unless you're getting a psych evaluation that's been mandated by the court system. Venasualen beaver cheese?
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A big bother
As he stood there in his brown cords, red-suede-shoes and matching tan coloured duffle coat his demeanour was excitement. The doc casually adjusted his brill creamed side parting as he waited for the doors to slide open. Far beyond the glittery doors he could hear Emmas voice describing the next house mate.
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I see these old blog entries riddled with depression and anger,And i don't even recognize that guy!
I've grown firm and hardened to the worlds attempts at kicking me while i'm down and hoping that i won't get up,Now i can see through the thunderstorms and can appreciate them.The cleansing they provide,the darkness ever so temporary until pierced by the sun rays of mushrooms and psychedelic awakening.
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Into The Great Cosmic Void - Chapter Thirteen
Still surrounded by the pin-point lights, Cloney asks, "What are these strange lights, Zerak?
"I don't know. They're all around us, but they don't seem to be doing any harm. They're like tiny stars."
"They are the portents of the Values," Zarkor says, still in his trance. "They will guide us safely to the Depository. Within their enclosure we are hidden from the guards."
Our three heroes glide on. As they approached ever closer to the mysterious glow ahead, Cloney exclaims, "Look! Even this close it's still just a wispy blaze of light! Where's the Depository?"
"I don't know, Cloney," Zerak replies. "I don't understand."
Zarkor, withdrawing somewhat from his trance, says, "You two must wait here. You will be safe within the lights. I must go on alone."
Zerak turns to Zarkor in surprise. "Alone? Why, Zarkor? I thought we were in this together."
"Because this is the will of the Values," Zarkor replies. "Only I am in telepathic contact with them, only I can be guided by them to accomplish the task at hand, to free the Values forever. Do not worry, I will return safely. Trust in the wisdom of the Values."
Zerak and Cloney are silent as Zarkor in his Safety Cube drifts slowly away toward the glowing brightness beyond. When Zarkor is finally out of sight in the great nothingness, Zerak turns to Cloney.
"We'll have to trust in the Values and in Zarkor, Cloney," he says. "There's nothing else we can do. It's up to Zarkor now."
"I don't like this," Cloney says, peering into the darkness after Zarkor. "Zarkor all by himself is a danger to himself, and probably to us as well. I'm afraid he'll get himself in mischief and we'll have to rescue him!"
Suddenly Zarkor's Safety Cube can be seen returning to Zerak and Cloney. "He's coming back!" Cloney exclaims. "He probably got scared and needs our help after all."
When Zarkor has reached his two friends, he turns his Safety Cube to face Zerak and Cloney.
"I thought you were going to free the Values," Zerak says. "What happened?"
Now completely out of his trance, Zarkor is angry. "This is impossible! They're still arguing! First they want me to come to them alone, then they change their minds and tell me to wait until they've made a unanimous decision! I'm tired of all this drifting about listening to all their stupid clatter! These Values still can't decide on any reasonable plan of escape. It's useless."
"I though they knew what they were doing all along," says Zerak.
"They're still debating among themselves," Zarkor says in frustration. "It's confusing, telepathically listening to their pointless discussions. They can't make up their minds about anything! I'm going to confront these so-called Supervisors myself," he says finally. "My superior intellect will be more than a match for their puny minds. After all, they're all just accountants and stuff, right? Supervisors, indeed! From what the Values tell me, their all incompetent fools. They say it's always been a mess in that Depository. One of them is always escaping then being recaptured. These so-called Supervisors keep loosing track of who's there and who's missing. That's why thru need that Sentinel and all those stupid guards!
"The Values are smart enough to escape sometimes," Cloney offers timidly.
"Yeah, but they don't know where to go when they do! They just wander about aimlessly until some guard spots them and then they're brought back. Stupid. That's why I'm going to take matters into my own."
"But what about the Vulgarians?" Cloney asks fearfully.
"I'll deal with them, too," Zarkor states definitely. "I've met Vulgarians before once, or who they said they were. This Vulgarian guy was all fierce talking at first, but I soon put him in his place. In the end he was apologizing to me for the mess they made of this Universe!"
Zerak and Cloney stared at Zarkor in wonder. "You met a Vulgarian?" Zerak asked, bewildered.
"Sure!" Zarkor says proudly, and even in his Safety Cube they could see him puff himself up. "It's when I bought that classic ship from Cousin Billy's Pawn Shop, remember? I met this guy, Mr. Brain in a diner, and we went to this Vulgarian Outpost and I gave that stupid Vulgarian a good talking too."
"You never mentioned that to me," Zerak says.
Zarkor looks a little pale. "Well, for some reason you didn't want me to fly that ship. You said it was junk, that Cousin Billy cheated me. Well, it wasn't and he didn't. It was a classic space ship, real old world craftsmanship. I still have it, in fact, tucked away on the planet. Needs a little maintenance now, I'll admit, but it's spaceworthy. It's a classic!"
Zerak turned and looks at Cloney, then back to Zarkor. "Maybe we should wait until the Values finally make up their minds," he says cautiously. "We don't really know enough about all this to make any real decisions, do you think?"
"Nonsense," Zarkor snarls. "You two wait here, I'll straighten all this out. My infallible intuition tells me all I have to do is use my superior intelligence on these inferior species, these so-called Supervisors. And if any Vulgarian interferes, I'll deal with him, too."
With that, Zarkor quickly glides ay from Zerak and Cloney, not looking back.
"Do you think we should follow him?" Cloney asks. "I just know he's going to get himself into trouble, and probably us with him."
Zerak turns once again at the distant glow. "Perhaps," he muses. "But there's more to Zarkor than you know, you being so young and all. I have some confidence he'll succeed better than we may think."
Cloney looks at Zerak doubtfully. "Maybe, but I know Zarkor, too. I'm the one who had to save him on our Adventure on the Next Continent, remember? I just hope his Dumb Luck Implant is up and running. I have a feeling he'll need it."
Zarkor, all alone now, continues his glide toward the glowing mist ahead. After a while he spots a solid structure within the brilliant filaments of light. "That must be where the stupid Supervisors are," he says to himself. Altering his course, he heads for a large silver globe to the side of the bright filaments.
Zarkor drifts around the globe until he spots what he considers an entranceway. Gliding up to it, he telekinetically knocks on the metal door. After a moment, a voice from inside yells out, "Who's there?!"
"It's me, Zarkor," Zarkor answers. "Let me in!"
"Who?" The interior voice asks.
"Zarkor!" Zarkor shouts impatiently. "Let me in or I'll blow the door open!"
There is confused shuffling heard from inside. "What do you want?" The voice says, then it adds, "Go away!"
"You better let me in, whoever you are!" Zarkor shouts at the door. "You're in big trouble! I'm on a mission from the Galactic Council, and if you don't want to be arrested right away you better open up!"
There is momentary silence from inside. Then Zarkor hears some confused conversations. "Well?" He shouts.
More confused exchanges from the interior. Finally a voice yells out, "The Supreme Council has no authority over us!"
"Oh no? If you don't want Council battle ships to arrive, open this stupid door!" Is Zarkor's response.
There is a squeaking sound as the outer door of the silver globe slowly begins to open. "That's better," Zarkor says as he drifts inside the airlock. The outer door closes and air hisses into the chamber. The inner door then swings wide and Zarkor is confronted by three Humanoid Supervisors.
Looking at the three, Zarkor mutters, "I should have known, Humans."
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Vote of No-Confidence in Me
I want to find a new job. I'm tired of where I am and to be honest, I don't think this firm will be around much beyond the end of this year.
My problem: I've done virtually nothing for the last 10 years and have lost all confidence in what I am capable of doing. I work for 2 architects. One of them very rarely lets me type emails or letters for him; the other I always type emails/letters for him because he has virtually no knowledge of computers and is happily ignorant. The problem is that he doesn't send many letters or emails. I answer the phone, three lines, but it doesn't really ring all that much. We have the odd visitor, but not as often as other architect firms probably have. I make sure all supplies are stocked and when we have the occasional lunch n learn, I organize the meal ordering.
That has been the extent of my work life for the last 10 years. I have always been willing to learn new things, new programs, but these two guys never wanted me to learn anything new.
I look at job descriptions and hesitate to apply because I am scared I will be overwhelmed and fail under pressure. I don't know what to do.
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"Did you hear? They are putting in another spaceport out near Tempest? Apparently there's been an influx of Balini* recently and the existing 'ports are becoming too crowded to manage easily. But if you ask me I think its just another waste of resources. What they should have done was put more effort into fixing the old hydro-reclamation plant." Vayni had barely heard what Frina was going on about, he was too lost in his own thoughts. They had been waiting on the train for almost 15 minutes now, and Frina had talking his earholes off the whole time. The transit system had curved up from the marsh below along a low rise of hills. Vayni could make out the thin silver of track making its way through the trees, raised several feet off the ground on support posts. The southern region was too wet and unstable to build homes on, structures had to be buildt atop the numerous dry hills sprinkled along the marshland. As the marshland was too unstable for safe travel by ground vehicle, and too chocked with plants to allow easy access to boats, raised transit systems were the only way to cross them safely. The transit station had a semi-domed roof that faced the marsh, and Vayni had spent most of the morning looking out it, out towards New Harmony, on the other side of the marsh, silver and grey structures covered the far hillside and spread across the hills for miles in either direction. The sun had only just started to rise and many of the buildings gleamed in its light. Vayni did not like New Harmony, or any city for that matter, and had it been up to him he would never have gone near one. But his parents lived there, and with the holidays coming up, he was expected to be there. He placed his hand on the glass of the window and sighed. "Hey! What are you doing?" Vayni turned around to see Frina standing just a few feet away. "Ah, New harmony, quite a sight isn't it?" He said. Vayni looked back over his shoulder and out the window "Ya, a sight." He said half-heartedly. "Well c'mon, the trains here and I don't think they have all day!" Frina said before heading off towards the train. Vayni followed him.
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Getting things off my chest
Getting this off my chest: I didn't date when I was younger (boys weren't interested in me at school) so technically Michael is considered my first love (he dated other girls before meeting me so I'm not his first) and people (including family) seem to have the need to say oh first loves don't usually last. It honestly gets really hard when people say that, it basically comes across as they doubt he and I will work out. We've been together since Aug 26th 2012 and engaged since Jan 24th 2015, so safe to say yes I do want a future with him. I honestly feel like snapping at people when they say it, they seem to forget he and I are well and truly adults (he's 27 this year and I turned 28 in Jan). I've spoken to my Psychologist about it because it does upset me when people say things, she told me she personally knows people who were first loves and have lasted (one are her aunty and uncle who were 14 when they started dating and now are in their 60s). I cannot understand why people seem to think that first loves don't last, relationships take work (we work on ours) and some will work out for good and others end.
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Part 7 A Growing Family
I do apologize for this overdue update. I'm here to talk more about my little family. The pack as you know, The Scattered Ruins, has grown a bit more. Up to 11 members now and still a few more to come. Many plans for us all have been set for this summer. Our main event being the meet up at my place. We are going to be cooking out, sleeping out in the yard under all the stars, hanging at the park, and going to a wolf park about an hour form my place. The pack had had some major news, a lot I am not going to be going into, of new members and stuff outside of it all. Welcoming new members is always a hard time as some may not get along with others. As the alpha I'm constantly making sure everyone is ok and safe.
Besides the pack I have my own events planned. I have two graduations and three open houses to go to. After my sister finishes summer school we are heading to Kentucky until a few days before a Slipknot concert. We are returning for a few days over the summer to camp out and get in to see Slipknot. We are buying pit tickets for the event, with about four or five of us going to the event. Besides these major events nothing to special is happening.
Well iv given you an update on what's going on. I'll try to do more updates and statues over the summer since I won't be as busy as I normally am. Major events and updates will always been spoken about within this blog here.
So for now this is Lunar Wolf signing out. Have fun my mates and make it a great summer.
~Lunar Wolf~
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Aspie stereotypes
These are the Aspie stereotypes I dislike the most, and why they don't apply to me.
-Aspies are nothing but fleshy computers (I can think creatively, a computer cannot)
-Aspies stink at social communication and etiquette (I have decent social communication skills, but etiquette? Ya not so much…)
-Aspies are apathic and do not care for the emotions of others (I am VERY empathic)
-Aspies are "anal retentive" and only care about useless factoids (I care about more things than factoids)
-Aspies speak in a monotone devoid of even the slightest emotion (My voice is quite emotional)
-Aspies don't swear (I admit this is true for me)
-Aspies talk with an air of superiority (I never speak to anyone like this)
-Aspies are doomed to stay single unless a girl takes pity on them (I cant really say much about this one, I've never had a GF)
-Aspies are only male (I have known female Aspies)
-Aspies are little more than children and need constant care and supervision (I spend a good part of my life alone, and I can take care of myself)
-Aspies are only into "Autistic things" (What, pray tell, is an "Autistic thing"?)
-Aspies have embarrassing "episodes" (I have meltdowns from time to time, but I wouldn't call them episodes)
-Aspies are just faking it for attention (I despise it when people say I'm "just faking it")
-Aspies are your typical nerds/geeks (Aspies can be anything, we are not nerds or geeks in the traditional sense)
-Aspies aren't emotional (I am quite emotive.)
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Funny Sailor Moon comic
By: thesanityclause
I love this comic. I've seen it before and still funny!
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a Friend is a Friend Till the End: Part 1
(( this little story or whatever you wanna call it is gonna have a lot of swearing in it so if you don't like people who swear or can't stand it as it is, you can stop reading now even though the words are bleeped out.)) ((there may be more than one part))
Almost three years ago, I met you, and you met me. It felt like a sigh of relief, the world being thrown off my shoulders. You felt like a pain pill that took it all away. Everyday we would meet outside on the sidewalk and then go into the back field. You were such an amazing friend, though there were times where your mom was a b****, yet I ignored her, you were one of the only things that mattered to me.
I remember your 14th birthday party, I still remember all your friends that I may never see again.
I still remember how your friend showed me "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared: Time". She was the main person who got me into the fandom and kept watching theories and videos about the series. I remember how we made videos and made parody videos that were ******* hilarious and made me laugh so hard that I almost peed my pants.
Then things started to change, your mom started to act more of a b****, and you started texting me less. What happened, where did you go, why were you ignoring me? I still don't know to this day. You invited me to a New Year's Eve party and I agreed to go, you never texted me after that. I texted you that I was ready to come over, you said you didn't see me as a friend because I ignored you? Really? You're the one who didn't text me that past week.
After the New Year party, you came up to me like a little child and started crying and asking ((forcing)) me for forgiveness, so I gave in. Oh boy, was I an idiot.
Part 2 coming tomorrow or Monday
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Rated R for Violence
In the last five months, three of my coworkers have been robbed at gunpoint while walking to work in the early morning hours. Another coworker avoided being mugged by retrieving his concealed weapon when he saw two men wearing ski masks approaching him. They saw the gun in his hand and made a hasty retreat. Those were frightening moments for my coworkers; maybe 'traumatizing' is a better word. I had some similar experiences in my younger days, though I wouldn't say I felt traumatized; I was startled and stressed out, but because of the way the situations played out I felt that I had some emotional and physical control over the outcomes.
Both situations occurred while I was working for a warehousing company in Utah. I worked with a good crew and we had some good times. Thursdays were our easy night on the night shift: we worked five or six hours to finish up the week's orders, then all of us single guys headed over to the Silver Cloud on 9th and State to shoot pool and listen to the band. I eventually transferred to the Produce division to drive trucks on the day shift. Late one Thursday night I was in bed when I heard a loud knock on the door of my tiny ground-floor apartment. I thought, "Uh oh, it's the night crew wanting me to hang with them." I ignored the knocking, and then a loud "Boom!" catapulted me out of bed. Why was the night crew breaking down my front door?
I have a certain voice that I call my 'scary voice'. I've only used it four or five times in my life because it has a startling effect on people, probably because I look like Mr. Rogers but my 'scary voice' sounds like Godzilla. Anyway, I stuck my head into the living room and said "What's going on out here?" (paraphrased to meet family-friendly standards).
Three young men I didn't recognize were frozen in place, arms stretched out toward my television, stunned looks on their faces, backlit by the streetlamp in the parking lot. We stared at each other for a second, then all three bolted for the door. Their getaway driver burned rubber out of the parking lot, not even waiting for his buddies. The roar of the engine probably awakened the entire neighborhood.
I called the police, gave my report, and went back to bed, feeling a bit vulnerable because the door jamb was completely busted and I couldn't lock the door. (The landlord fixed the door the next day.)
It was the roar of the engine that disturbed my sleep for the next six months. Every time a car with a loud muffler drove by during the night I instantly snapped awake, fully alert, listening for sounds of danger. Eventually I had to move away from that neighborhood just so I could get a good night's sleep.
I moved all the way up to the East Bench where the rich people lived. In years past, my apartment had been the servant's quarters in a beautiful home owned by a woman who, in her younger days, had been an internationally-acclaimed concert pianist. I had my own outdoor patio with a panoramic view of the Salt Lake Valley. It was quite a change in my environment.
Ah, but sometimes trouble follows.
One Sunday afternoon I got a phone call from Anzio, a fellow truck driver, asking if I wanted to go downtown and shoot some pool. Anzio was kind of a thug. He was a martial artist, and had taken 2nd place in judo competition in his home state of Washington. He had long hair, a small scar on his face, and that smug look that over-confident young men have when they think they're invincible.
We played pool for a couple of hours, had a good time, everything was cool, but when we walked outside to the street Anzio saw someone he knew and the trouble began. Anzio walked up to the guy and said, "Where's my money, bro?" and shoved him.
So there we were in downtown Salt Lake City on a Sunday afternoon with traffic whizzing by, and Anzio and the Bro are doing the monkey dance. I wanted nothing to do with it. I leaned against the building and pretended to be just another innocent bystander.
They had shoved their way half a block down the street when suddenly I heard Anzio yelling, "Help me! Help me!" I ran toward them and saw the Bro bent over in a fighting stance and holding a razor knife. Anzio was holding his right hand over his left bicep and blood was running down his arm onto the pavement.
When interrupting a violent attack, one must be prepared to go 'all in', and continue until the threat is eliminated. I yelled at the Bro, "Drop the knife!". He remained in his stance, holding the knife firmly in his hand. I guess my instincts took over then, because I landed a solid kick to his solar plexus and he dropped like a rock. I'm not proud of my next move, but he still held on to the knife: I kicked him in the face, and then held him to the ground as I pulled his right arm back and up behind him. I told him that if he didn't drop the knife I would dislocate his shoulder.
Right then a police car drove up to the curb. The officer got out and smacked his baton on the sidewalk a couple of times. Anzio and I retreated, I warned the officer about the knife, and then I started assessing Anzio's injuries: he'd been cut seven times. His left bicep had been sliced nearly in half from his shoulder to his elbow. I took off my shirt and made a tourniquet to apply pressure and stop the flow of blood.
After a few hours in the Emergency room, Anzio and I drove back to his apartment and I gave him a good talking-to. "Man, you gotta quit acting like that! What if he'd hit an artery? You'd be dead right now!" I don't know if he took my advice, because shortly afterwards he moved back to Washington. The Bro's assault charges were dropped when Anzio didn't return for the trial.
To add another perspective to those stories:
I had a health club membership at the Spa Fitness Center in Salt Lake City. Bodybuilding and steroids were in their heyday in the 70's, and sometimes I felt like I was walking through a minefield of 'roid rage' while working out. One club location attracted a lot of ex-cons. Greg Johnson, for example, (not his real name) had spent most of his life in and out of prison. He was the most frightening man I'd ever seen. When he was in the gym, there was a pall of fear in the room; when he was incarcerated, he ran the prison. One of his trademark fear tactics was walking up to a random inmate and knocking him out, just to remind everyone that he was the top dog. Believe me when I tell you that the man exuded evil.
I didn't see Greg for a number of years, and then one day I saw him sitting outside the basketball arena downtown. He appeared to be waiting for someone. It was one of those unguarded moments when you get a glimpse of the real person behind the mask: Greg looked like a broken man. His youthful exuberance had faded, and he just seemed to be sad and lonely. Even the most violent of criminals may become contemplative in their old age. The people we were in our youth may be very different than the people we become as our conscience wakes up.
The Bible has a lot to say about violence and our reaction to it. I think there's a difference between the "turn the other cheek" type of offenses, and the grievous offenses that cause injury and trauma: we want justice, reparations, and a show of remorse by the offender. Often we're left with only a helpless rage that threatens to consume us. When that happens, the only thing we have in our control, the only thing that has the power to break through the rage, is forgiveness. The answer is the same for any offense, be it a verbal insult or a serious assault with injuries: Turn it over to God, forgive, and continue to choose forgiveness with every remembrance of the violent act. Whether it takes just a few minutes to forgive, or the offense is so grievous that it requires years for forgiveness to finally take root in our hearts, always choose forgiveness. When all is said and done, forgiveness pays better dividends than bitterness does.
"Every warrior is happy when his enemies flee before him, but much more blessed is the man to whom his fiercest enemies can come with confidence, knowing beforehand they will be received with love."
Richard Wurmbrand in "Reaching toward the Heights."
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Firstly, I'd like to say that you can skip the first several paragraphs below if you want to. They're not too interesting. I didn't get very enthusiastic about writing this entry until about then. Then I started to have some pretty good ideas. I even put a star (*) next to the part where it gets interesting. Interesting to me, anyway.
Also, I hope all this that follows isn't too long. Once I start writing I usually don't know when to stop. If you scroll down and think this entry is too much to read, just skip it and go somewhere else, I'll understand. I don't like reading long stuff myself, I just like writing long stuff. In any case, this here is what I've written this time:
I was thinking about creating a new set of fictional characters. When I erroneously mentioned in some previous blog entry…
(well, see, that blog entry I'm mentioning hasn't appeared in this blog yet, so all this is sort of mentioning something that hasn't happened. Well, it's happened, but no one knows about it. It's sort of a future blog entry that relates to a past blog entry (this one) that relates to this future blog entry I haven't posted yet. In other words, I told you, you could skip these first paragraphs.)
…that my previous fictional characters were to be retired I thought someone would protest about me deleting these other fictional characters, but as no one has complained. I guess they weren't as popular as I hoped they would be. I had devoted a lot of time and energy bringing them into their virtual existence, however. Although they're gone, (they're not really gone because I changed my mind in this blog entry. ) somehow they still revolve around in my head, as if they were real, living friends of mine. They are still living, of course, in a virtual way. They're still doing what ever they are doing, living their virtual lives somewhere. I just don't know what they're doing anymore because I'm not writing about them anymore (actually, I am writing about them now, it's just that in that future entry I decided to retire them...which I now have decided to keep them alive.)
* Now I'm thinking my new fictional characters that I mentioned above somewhere could be named Marcel and Tarquin. That might be interesting. They're decorating their new apartment and they say and do funny things. Like campy stuff. It could be funny, funny in a stereotypical way, though I don't generally like stereotypes and I don't want to offend anyone. Anyway, maybe they're both set designers for a big Hollywood movie studio. They get to meet all the glamorous movie stars and gossip about them. You know, about their real lives and how shabby and sleazy and scandalous the movie star's real lives really are.
These two guys, Marcel and Tarquin, could also be shabby and sleazy themselves. Maybe not shabby, more like disreputable and sordid. Kind of like all the rest of us, but more so. That's how they worked their way up to be Hollywood set designers. But, there is good in them, too. They're basically good people, they're just caught up in the sleazy Hollywood life-style.
Now, I know what the Hollywood life-style is like because I've seen it. It's pretty sordid and seedy. That's the real definition of glamorous. Sordid and amoral and decadent. And seedy and corrupt and self-indulgent. Come to think of it, that might not be too interesting, as it's not much different than everyone else's lives, even those who aren't Hollywood set designers.
You may think I'm being too critical here of the general population of human beings. Maybe I am, but not too much. We always think we're better than we really are, but then again, usually we're a lot of times better than what we think we are. So, maybe we're not so bad after all. Lots of us try to do the right thing, it's just sometimes our heart's not really in it. Also, sometimes we try to do the right thing because somebody else is watching.
When somebody else is watching it's like they're taking notes. Naturally, it's important to always be good when someone is writing it all down. If nobody's around we can relax and do what we really want to do. That's when we can actually have fun, when nobody's looking and taking notes. Or, usually when maybe one other person is there who you can trust not to take notes. Those are the best kinds of people. People with short memories, or people who don't pay much attention to what's going on, or people who like to have the same kind of fun as you do. Especially that last kind of person. Those are, of course, the best kind of persons to know.
Anyway, maybe I'll work on this Marcel and Tarquin thing. Then again, maybe I won't. I don't really know much about those kinds of people. I'm not against them, I just don't circulate in their social world becaueI don't live in Hollywood any more. It's too expensive, for one thing. You spend more on tips than on anything else. People who lived on tips made more money than I did. So eventually I moved out of Hollywood to somewhere else.
Where I live now I don't have to tip so much. I still have to tip, but not so much. Also, I don't have to drive so fancy a car. Just these two things in themselves save me a lot of money. And I don't have to live in some big fancy house and wear expensive clothes. I'm all for saving money, but not for saving too much. I think it's good to spend most of your money because you might be dead tomorrow or something. After all, what good is having money in the bank when you're dead? That's stupid.
When I die I want just enough money left over for a nice funeral. That way all my obnoxious relatives who are planning on getting rich from my demise will be suitably disappointed. Even when I'm dead I think I'll enjoy disappointing my obnoxious relatives in this way, at least I hope I will somehow. That would almost make my death worthwhile.
The only kind of person I would feel sorry for are those who won't profit from my passing away, because I spent all my money while alive, are those people I talked about somewhere above. You know, the kind who liked to have the same kind of unobserved fun that I did, the kind who didn't take notes.
I can't leave them anything in my will because I can't betray them by revealing their names. They must remain anonymous. Revealing their names in my will would be like I was taking notes on them when I wasn't supposed to.
So, unfortunately, the people I liked best and would have liked to leave some money to must forever remain unidentified and left out of my will. Sort of a Catch-22 thing.
I'm not sure if anyone can work out all this that I've written here, and it's most likely not worth the effort, anyway. In reality, this blog entry is just my typical convoluted rubbish, though I do like the potential Marcel and Tarquin characters. Maybe I'll make them become alive in some future and write down their lives. I'll have to do some research, but probably not personal research. I could do some personal research, but I don't know where to find these people in real life. In Hollywood they're everywhere, but not so much where I live now.
In conclusion, if the reader thinks all this, as I say, has been difficult to follow, it's been only slightly less difficult for me to work out myself. So, if anyone has read this up to now, thanks. I'll try to do better next time.
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Hypnagogia - Event #03 - Fan
I do not remember having this episode but my partner told me when the alarm went off.
She said I had awoken and my eyes were wide open, my body was vibrating and looking at the fan. She said i was making weird gasping noises. She said I turned the light on by my bedside and pointed at the fan. When she asked me what is wrong. I replied "the fan is falling on us".
When she told me i am dreaming i looked at her annoyed and rolled over and went back to sleep but left the bedside lamp on.
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Fishing Season Now Open
As mentioned in past articles, growing up in northern Ontario, I heard many native legends and lore. These stories are part of an oral tradition pasted down the generation to teach the way of life, explain how nature works and history of a people. Some of these legends, also server as a warning to the dangers lurking in the forest or swimming in the water. One such myth I came across was the story about the giant sturgeon of Lake Superior.
The sturgeon is an ancient, species of fish dwelling in the various fresh waters throughout North America These creatures can live up to several decades, be several hundred pounds and grow over 10 feet in length. First, time encountering a sturgeon would appear monstrous, sparking the imagination of gigantic versions within the water. In a time when people went out on Lake Superior and never returned, one could envision them being eaten by a mammoth sturgeon which may have given birth to the legend. The native folklore mentions Lake Superior to be inhabited by several of these colossal creatures.
They constantly patrol the shoreline searching for food including anything that enters the water. Hence, the myth warning others not to venture very far on the lake. The legend describes the sturgeon as enormous, capable of swallowing men in canoes whole. Other adaptations speak of the fish to be more massive able to consume an entire village. Each express the same warning of the threat within the depths of Lake Superior
Since the earliest settlement of European within the area, there has not been a reported sighting of any giant sturgeon. In the 300 years of shipping, other strange occurrences have been said to happen out on the lake. Stories detailed accounts about observing an abnormal outline of some unknown creature following alongside of vessels. Sailors describe hearing the thundering of splashing water by their boats, claiming the sound could only be made by a whale. A few accounts where people witness the suddenly emerging of large eyes through the surface of the water then vanishing as they sank back in. Even though Lake Superior maybe devoid of a giant sturgeons, it is not short of other legends and mysteries.
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So a few posts on the forums sparked the interest in me to post something like this here. I'll give everyone the benefit of the doubt in that you are an educated, intelligent individual who tries to see things for what they are. In this day and age we live in which is full of war, environmental issues, political distress, and things like zika popping up every now and then. Either you can put full faith in the government to take care of it all for you, or you can do what you can to help ensure you and your family aren't left out to dry. This is not going to be some wackos guide to how to live off the grid in an underground bunker somewhere in the mountains. I intend for this to be a realistic set of ideas that others can take a few tidbits of info and make it work for their own personal needs to help make survival a sure thing. Now I like most of you have my doubts about the country and its leadership, but I also have faith that no one wants to see a collapse of any kind here in the U.S. But there are times when bad things happen and all you can do is ride it out, hopefully its something small like a power outage that doesn't last more than a day. Tragic events can and do lead to a united effort to help each other,... for a while. But if things don't get better quick, things can escalate to bad even quicker.
About me: 33 years old male, married, 2 kids, 1 dog, I live in San Diego CA, Marine Corps vet of 12 years, college student, teen counselor, fire arms instructor.
I will provide here a list of future topics to discuss in greater detail.
Here a few tips.
1.) The first thing you need to do is find a reason to stay strong in desperate times. Whether is due to a bad natural disaster, crime, or anything else that causes some sort of civil unrest in your immediate area. For me, that's my family. For you it could be your faith, friends, or just a huge personal desire not to die, or even be the slightest bit uncomfortable. What ever you have that keeps you going, find out what it is, and hold onto it.
2.) Build relationships with those around you, neighbors, co-workers, expand your personal network. While you may be a jack of all trades, I guarantee others can do things better and more efficiently than you.
3.) Make an assessment of realistic and possible scenarios. In southern California, earthquakes happen daily, sometimes so small you can't feel them, other times, they're a little stronger, even scary. Drought is an issue, and we are in a preparation mode for El Nino. There are a lot of military installations here, which is good but it also makes the area a target for terrorism. Oh and wildfires, that's another things to add to the list. So even when you live in a place that's mostly sunshine, sandy beaches, and bikinis. There are things that should be remembered in the back of your mind.
4.) Educate yourself. Learn to garden, sew, start a fire, read a map, change a tire, cook without a microwave. Basic skills can go a long way. Read, watch youtube, you'd be surprise what you can learn and become efficient at when you put forth the effort.
5.) Make a plan. Know which main Interstates lead to where, as well as all less traveled highways and side roads. Know when to keep put and when to head for higher ground. Most importantly, know what to pack as well as what not to pack. Know who you can depend on, and who will just be a liability.
6.) Make a list for each individual/animal you plan to care for. Food, water, shelter, medications, etc.
7.) Stock up. Everyone should have at a bare minimum, the means to live for 3 weeks inside of their home. Think of it like this, one weeks food inside of your fridge, and two weeks food in your freezer and cupboards. Doesn't sound so hard right? Water, water is a little harder to keep stocked. The goal here is 1 gallon per person per day, that can add up to a whole lot real quick. Keep in mind that gallon is meant for drinking as well as hygiene and cooking too, so you can lower the total amount as needed, when and if possible.
8.) Get in shape. You'll last longer.
9.) Designate roles. Here is where a network of people can help immensely. Food prep, medic, scavenger, security, mechanic, gardener, handy man, techie, etc.
10.) Security. Basics, strong locks on doors/windows. Get a dog, gun, baseball bat, or don't. Desperate times lead to desperate people trying to take what you have.
11.) Medical supplies. I feel that this set of supplies can be a whole beast in itself depending on your needs. For some it'll only be a basic first aid kit that's needed.
Constructive criticism is welcomed.
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Magic Tree
Do you remember my tree? It was strong and steady. It was something I always could count on. It was not so much a secret as it was smack dab in the front yard of my home. However, it was mine and no one could understand or feel it's beauty as much as could. I had other issues that I discussed with this tree. It was a place I was able to let go of my worries, I felt great every time I put my thoughts at the foot of this tree.
When I was in the fifth grade, I had a teacher that loved my brother, whom he taught a couple years earlier. He was happy to have me because he stated that my brother was smart and I probably was too. I knew I was slipping big time. My heart was just consumed with things. I felt disconnected. I knew we were barely hanging on and our home life was day by day. We also lived in a run down area and had what is known as a welfare hotel next door to us. I had ALOT of fears and insecurities. I was scared of everything. There was always some sort of direct or indirect crime that targeted the area. You really could not walk down the street without watching your back. However, with that there was something protecting our street and there was that sense of community to look out for each others children. We made the rounds in our street. There were the elderly, whom we made sure we visited promptly after school. They loved all of us, and they rewarded us kindly with candy to keep us coming back. We did, but it was not for the candy. One of the homes, were owned by Mr. and Mrs. Ryan. He would hand out Blow-pops to us. They had gum inside and were awesome. When he died, we all went to his funeral. The neighborhood kids placed Blow-pops in his jacket pocket. Mrs. Ryan hugged us and sobbed. They really did mean the world to us. We made sure to still keep visiting her.
There was a sense of evil around us. Remembering what I felt, there seemed to be a battle between good and evil. We found comfort in each other as neighbors; a street that consisted of over twenty homes. We knew each and everyone that lived on our street. We knew when we something was not right and we were taught to keep alert. We were almost kidnapped, we were stalked, and we did at some point get the crap kicked out of us for having something that someone else wanted. Our house was vandalized on Halloween. I laugh at it now, I just remember not understanding why someone would be so cruel as to smash my pumpkins that I carved. I hated Halloween ever since. We knew what drugs were, we knew what stolen goods were as well. The game was to see how much we stolen items we could find around the block. Our houses were broken into, arson, and we could not play at the park across the way at the lake. It instantly became polluted with leftover drug needles and paraphernalia. I went to sleep every night to the sound of gang fights and watching the view from my bedroom window of the VFW having bonfires. It really became a place for motorcycle gangs to hang out and party. The FBI used my room to stakeout and investigate a murder. It just so happened that we were at my fathers when this occurred. Scary thing is, my brother and I went exploring back there one day, I thought I saw a body against our fence. Wild imagination....who knows!
I loved being outside. We did not have television, or video games. We were sent outside until that street light came on. I enjoyed being outside and feeling free. I hated school. I felt lost and confused, my head hurt when I was there. I just wanted nothing more than to be with my mother. The more I was at school, the more I became lost. I loved art class, and my fifth grade teacher would play the piano for us throughout our day. Those things I loved. I felt alone at times and not really understood, in as much as not feeling worthy. My teacher seemed like he was good. He noticed my daydreaming. He noticed I was not interested. He tried in his own way. He nicknamed me "airplane". He laughed at me to get the other kids to laugh at me and pull me out of myself. I would just sit and smile. I hated every second of it.
He was nothing like the teacher in my third grade, who loved me and understood me. She was my favorite teacher whom said I was different and made me feel special. She would separately pull me up to her desk during assignments and help me one-one. She listened and cared. One day she did not come back. She was sick. We had another teacher, whom I could not connect too because I would not allow myself to get close to anyone. I was hurt and felt abandoned. I would send notes and tell the substitute to pass messages to her. I for some reason cannot remember my teachers name. My brain works that way, I remember every detail of her manners and face. Not so much her name.. She was my favorite teacher though and she allowed me to finally look forward to school. She saw potential and saw me differently. She always hugged me and gave me kisses on my head. She took so much hurt away. However, she got sick a lot. We were told that one day she would be there when in fact she go too sick to come back. I look forward to hearing updates on her. I was so excited to hear her come back to school after Christmas holidays. I could not wait. She never came back. I remember the last thing she wore. was devastated. The updates stopped coming. I asked one day and we were only told she was very sick. We were told that she loved us so much. I remember thinking all kinds of things. The substitute pulled me up to her desk after class one day. Told me that my teacher had spoke a lot about me. The substitute (instantly blocked her name) told me that my teacher loved me and that if I needed anything to ask her. I was so hurt, and pushed her away. I was just a kid feeling and did not understand. It was a hard year and I just stopped trying. The substitute won us over in time. I told her at one point that I thought she was a great teacher, although deep down I knew she could not compare to my favorite teacher. What I did see, is her understanding our feelings and helping us all through this. and towards the end of the year, I opened up to her. She did hug me and told me how she appreciated me sharing with her. I knew my teacher would not be returning. I am not sure I knew that she died of cancer in the middle of the school year. I was not told the details until years later. Funny, I felt her prayers when she was sick. I felt her presence over our classroom. She was a great teacher and loved children. My fifth grade teacher was nothing like her. He antagonized me and made me feel like I was stupid .I will never forget the name of my fifth grade teacher, because I despised him.
I would hide everyday under my tree and just let my heart flow again. I knew there was something in me that needed help. I pleaded to my tree to help the adults of this world understand what is going on the minds of children like me, especially those children who just can't. There was a child I had known through the years in elementary school. He was severely hyper and would just eat everything even if it was not food. No one knew what was wrong with him. I used to sit and just watch him. I would also talk to him time to time, and sometimes I could not because he was like a rubber bouncing ball that got loose from your grip. It was hard to contain him once he was in this mode. The thing was, he was typical at times. I knew about handicaps and mentally retarded individuals, I went to visit my new aunt in her facility. She had TB and became mentally handicapped from loss of oxygen as a child. I like going to her group home. Sometimes it was hard to bare though. I went to my tree and begged my tree to allow people one day to see how children learn differently, think differently, to see what was on the inside. I begged my tree to one day change this and allow us to see it. I was told to be patient. I wanted to see it in my lifetime. That I did want.
The pain this teacher put me through was heartbreaking. It made me cry and not want to go to school. My teacher went from what seemed like trying to pull me out, to downright cruelty. He would make the other kids point and laugh, and make them isolate me. He was ignorant as a teacher. It never occurred to him, that I have been tested for a learning disability. I had a lot of headaches, and well to be honest, was not eating properly. I had allergies then, that I know now were the cause of my spaciness. I was also consumed with hurt and emotional distress when my dad would not show up, or act like an animal towards my mother or someone else. I felt very lost and alone in school. Not one time did my teacher care how I was.
We had open house one night at school and I was excited because my father was going to come. He told me straight to my face, that I was liar because I did not have a father. He announced it that way to the class and told the class that I was acting like an airplane again because I told everyone my father was coming. He was antagonizing and asked how that could be, I don't have a father and my mother is not married. The whole class laughed at me again. I would just take it every time. I took it again, I knew what I had, he could not touch. What he did was tell me all my brain was good for was flying around in the air full of clouds. That is all he saw in me. I saw right through him after that. I would take it and smile and nod because I knew more than he did. He wanted to dress nice and act like a hot shot, so be it. He had beady eyes and looking back reminded me of an Italian Hitler. I smiled and nodded.
What he did not know was my mother remarried during the summer to my stepfather. I asked my stepfather to go to open house, and he said he could not. He would if he could, however he had military duties that required him to be gone Thursday to Sunday. I was hurt, but I knew he would if he could. I trusted my stepfather completely. I begged him though and he just said he could not. I understood this. I so wanted my teacher's approval. To see that I mattered too. I could not understand why my teacher hated me. My stepfather assured me that was not the case. However, I knew my brother was smart and I hated being compared to him. I hated it because my brother was mean to me too. He loved this teacher and I hated this teacher. I was told that I was the problem. I just went to class and sucked it up....besides it was only for a few months until I was away from him. I always went to my tree, I knew it understood without words.
Open house in Elementary school was my favorite time of the year. We had our science fair and art exhibits all at the same time. I loved it and looked forward to it. I was however, not looking forward to what my teacher would tell my mom about me. I just knew I was not keeping up and could not compare to the others. I really felt inferior and intimidated. I had no confidence left either. I felt shame and hurt. I went to my desk and watched all the parents, moms and dads, be present for this. I felt alone and happy for them. I knew I had my stepfather, I did not need to prove myself to this joker. I'll just make the best of the remainder of the year. My mom left me in the classroom and she told me she would be right back. She tried to understand this teacher at times and thought I was just a deep child who was imaginative. It hurt that she could not hear my pain, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Plus, she was the happiest I had ever seen her in such a long time. Maybe she was right...... Who would believe me anyway?
My mother came back in with my stepfather. I was puzzled and ran to hug him. He had surprised me. He had managed to take time to come and see my brother and I. He was still in his uniform, big black boots and all. I was so touched and excited. I shot such a look at my teacher and told him, "see I do have a father". My stepfather stopped long enough to see how I was doing in school and talk with the teacher. I was not made fun of after that, not to that extent. The teacher did try and stopped himself at times. He did not stop and I just smiled and nodded at him. I knew I had something higher. I told my tree again what had happened. Happiness flooded me. Hope flooded me. My heart swelled with love. If ever I am reminded of being in fifth grade, all this comes to mind. My stepfather was like a super-hero to me. He still is!
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If you're having trouble playing a song or video, it might be because the file is protected with digital rights management (DRM). DRM is a technology that content providers sometimes use to make sure that the digital music and video files you get from them are used and distributed according to their media usage rights.
When you try to play a protected file in the Player, the Player checks to see if you have valid media usage rights on your PC. If you do, the Player plays the file.
If the Player doesn't find valid media usage rights on your PC, or if the rights limit what you can do with the file, the Player can't play the file. In this case, you'll see an error message that tells you why the file couldn't be played.
Swipe in from the right edge of the screen, and then tap Search.(If you're using a mouse, point to the lower-right corner of the screen, move the mouse pointer up, and then click Search.)
Enter Windows Media Player in the search box, and then tap or click Windows Media Player.
Swipe across or right-click a media file, tap or click Properties, and then tap or click the Media Usage Rights tab. If the file is rights-protected, the license terms appear in the Media usage rights box, and you'll see what usage rights you have. If nothing appears in the Media usage rights box, it might be because the file isn't protected, the usage rights aren't found on your PC, or you're playing a file that's being streamed to your PC (for example, you're playing subscription content directly from an online store's website).
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Hello Experts,
I need to have an idea how to kick start the Process chains, i do have the process chains name. All I know the steps.
Hi Vimal,
Here are the steps to kick start the Process chains in BI 7.0
1) Execute transaction RSPC
2) Press 'Create', enter 'Name' and 'Description' of the process chain, press 'Continue'
3) First step in the process chain will be a 'Start' step, press 'Create' to create a process variants
4) Enter 'Name' and 'Description' of the process variant
5) 'Save' process variant and go back, 'Change selections' is used to schedule the process chain, we will revisit this again later.
6) Press 'Continue'
7) Select the InfoPackage which is used to load data in Infocube, drag InfoPackage to right panel
8) Select the process variants as InfoPackage using fucntion key F4
9) Select the InfoPackage XXXX and press 'Continue'
10) Following steps will be added in the process chain
11) Join 'Start' step with step 'Indexes' by selecting 'Start' step and dragging the line to 'Indexes'
12) Go back to 'Start' step and right click to 'Maintain Variant'
13) Select 'Immediate' to schedule the process chain immediately
14) 'Check' the process chain and 'Activate' the process chain
15) Execute the process chain.
16) Process chain will start executing, to check the status, Press
17) Select 'Yesterday and Today' to check the status of the process chain
19) Once completed, the status will appear, in-case there is any failure, the status will appear as canceled.
Hi Ravi,
Firstly, thanks for your detailed steps.
I know the process chain name i..e. ZST_MX_PC_B001DD, all I need to know that where should I give this name? in Step 2 right.
Am newbie in sap BI. So...
Hi Vimal,
can you please elaborate your requirement, your are trying to create a new process chain or you want to load already created process chain?
Hi Ravi,
Already created Process chains. I do NOT want to create new PC all the way from the beginning. No No No at this point.
Very Simple.... I have a two process chains which is already created by someone and my manager asked me to run those. First PC will bring the data to the first layer of DSO and second one to the all the way up to the Cube. My question was how do I kick start the first PC and after completion of this I need to start the second.
All I want is I've existing Process Chains names of those two. How do I proceed with running of the PC. That is all.
Hi Vimal,
In second step you have to create the PC name, if you want to run the first PC right click on START and select maintain variant.
In the next step Start immediately and after completion of first PC, go for next PC same as above.
Hello Ravi,
Still I get confused here.... Lemme ask this...How I search PC name (which is already I've) and schedule it. That is all.
Hi Vimal,
Go to SM37 t.code, search for desired PC name and schedule it.
Hi Ravi,
We are getting closer on this one. But my process chain name is ZST_KK_PC_B001DD, then how do i get the corresponding process chain request name BI_***** and execute in SM37
Hi Vimal,
The corresponding process chain request name is BI_Process_trigger and selected the interested job and click on step on Menu bar so that you will get options of scheduling.
hi Ravi,
please get me the step to execute the process chain ZST_KK_PC_B001DD.
Hi Vimal,
Please refer the attached document for executing your request.
Hope this helps
Hi Vimal,
Hope your request has been resolved.
Hi Vimal,
You can also view the status of the executed process chain by executing the program RSPC_MONITOR in SE38
Hi Vimal,
1.Please go to transaction code RSPC1
2.Give chain name and press execute. Your required PC will be displayed.
3.Check the start condition for your PC. Right click the start variant, press "Display/maintain variant.
Go to "change selections"
4. If it is immediate start, you come back to the PC and press execute symbol.Your PC will start immediately.
Hope it is helpul.
Hello Shilpa,
Thanks for the help. Where is the execute symbol. There is schedule symbol right.... please clarify me on the point number 4....
Thanks and also found out that in SM36 also we can schedule? just checking with you guys. Anyone please reply me.
Hi Shilpa,
When I got to RSPC1 I see three entries....
1) Process Chain (ID)
2) Log ID of a Process Chain Run
3) Display only
From the above Display only is check box. If it checked it will diaplay the chain... If this unchecked after seeing the "Change Selection" is immediate and then hit EXECUTE button then PC will start?
Hi Vimal,
Just give PC name and un-check display check box.
Yes when we press the execute symbol(or press F8button on keyboard) PC will start.
Hi Shilpa,
Thnaks for the I/P. But I want thank each and every person in the loop, a BIG thanks to all.
Thanks again
Hi Vimal,
Follow the steps suggested by Shilpa, monitor the PC in Log view and make sure it completes successfully.The above suggested steps helps in running the PC manually. But you may even schedule the PC to trigger automatically at regular intervals (hourly, daily, weekly or even monthly) by changing the Scheduling options to time/after event in 'Change Selections'.
Let me know if its not clear.
Hi Vimal,
Go to SE37 and give the program : RSPC_API_CHAIN_START and click on execute.
Now give the process chain name and execute, It will ask for Priority you can use Standard priority
You can also check the Scheduling options by clicking on Start variant.
You can change the scheduling option also.
The above method will work in both the case...if it direct scheduling or through meta chain.
Hi Vimal,
Go to SE37 and give the program : RSPC_API_CHAIN_START and click on execute.
Now give the process chain name and execute, It will ask for Priority you can use Standard priority
You can also check the Scheduling options by clicking on Start variant.
You can change the scheduling option also.
The above method will work in both the case...if it direct scheduling or through meta chain.
Hi Vimal,
Since you know the Process Chain name goto tcode rspc1 and give the Process Chain name in "Process Chain (ID)" filed, leave the log ID filed blank, uncheck 'display only' button and execute.
--> then the process chain is displayed in planning view.
-->since you said that the start condition of the PC is immediate, press the "Schedule(F8)" button present on tool bar or just press F8.
This will run your process chain and you can verify from log view. If the Process Chain didnt start, then please verify the start condition of the Process Chain.


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The Delaware State Police is looking for a Greenwood sex offender after he failed to register his sex offender status.
Police said warrants have been obtained for 33-year-old Pat J. Brockway Sr., who is a Tier II sex offender. Police said Brockway failed to register as required by law.
Police said Brockway is described as a white male, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 165 pounds, with brown hair and blue eyes. Police said he may be homeless in the Greenwood area.
Anyone with information on Brockway's whereabouts should call (302) 672-5306 or contact police via the DSP Mobile Crime Tip Application, which is available to download at www.delaware.gov/apps. Information may also be provided by calling Delaware Crime Stoppers at 1-800-TIP-3333, via the Internet at www.tipsubmit.com, or by sending an anonymous text message to 274637 (CRIMES), using the keyword "DSP."
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Bosco is 11 months old and almost grown. Remember this little guy? More photos on Flickr.
A few months back, I introduced you to Bosco, our new puppy. He's not much help when it comes to making videos, but other than that, he's been an awesome addition to the Common Craft family. We call him the "mini-beast". Like almost everything in my life, I've taken a LOT of photos of that dog. This post is really just a quick look at how he's grown since you saw him last. Here's a complete set of photos on Flickr. Here's the photo you saw when he was just weeks old. Our friend Tony Wright... Continue Reading
Through a rigorous search and even more rigorous interview process, we've decided to make our first hire. His name is Bosco and he's just over 6 weeks old. Over time and with some management, we expect that he'll become a very valuable member of the team. Follow him on Twitter: @boscolefever He's half-lab, half-springer spaniel, which is the same mix as Amos, our last dog. Read more about Amos here and here. UPDATE: We've been through a lot with this little puppy. From the moment we... Continue Reading


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Rated 4.5 out of 5 by 2 reviewers.
Rated 5 out of 5 by gmariephoto Great Lamp This lamp goes perfectly with my eclectic/RH style home. The base is quality and I paired it with a linen shade. Overall very happy with this lamp and am considering buying two more for upstairs! April 22, 2014
Rated 4 out of 5 by SCAZ Unique design and solid wood carved lamp These lamps are a very unique carved solid wood design. My only knock is the feet on the lamps are nailed to the base; in either assembly or shipment, a few of the feet separated from the base....nothing a little wood glue won't fix. Other nitpick is, if you are ordering more than one, you aren't more than likely going to have a matching set, due to difference in finishing techniques. October 11, 2012
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Hammerheads bring back goalkeeper
Published: Thursday, April 4, 2013 at 11:36 p.m.
Last Modified: Thursday, April 4, 2013 at 11:36 p.m.
Goalkeeper Troy Hernandez, who was thrust into a starting role during last season's USLPro playoffs, will return to the Wilmington Hammerheads pro soccer team for 2013, the team announced Wednesday. He spent the off-season with the Baltimore Blast of the Major Indoor Soccer League and was part of a league championship team.
In 2012 for Wilmington, Hernandez saw his first action of the season in the league quarterfinals against Richmond after starting keeper Alex Horwath had to come out of the game with an injury. He remained in the net for the team's upset victory at Orlando, as well as the league final at Charleston.
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A 16-year-old Lake Forest High School student was arrested this morning after it was discovered that he brought a BB gun with him to school.
Police say at around 7:10 a.m. this morning, as students were exiting the buses at Lake Forest High School in Felton, a teacher was made aware that the 16-year-old was carrying a gun.
The teacher alerted the school administrators and school resource officer who immediately made contact with the student in the hallway and escorted him to an unoccupied office, police said.
A search of the student's backpack revealed a plastic BB gun and a clip loaded with BBs. A parent of the student was contacted and soon arrived at the school to take custody of the teen.
The student was issued a criminal summons for carrying a concealed dangerous instrument, and he will appear in Kent County Family Court at a later date for arraignment, police said.
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Developed at CU-Boulder, new mobile social network lets users view Facebook profiles on their iPhone or iPod Touch
You know how it is. You see someone interesting in class or a coffee shop or walking across campus and wonder, "Who's that?"—but you're reluctant to talk to someone you don't know. It wouldn't be so intimidating to strike up a conversation if you knew something about the person. The hoozat web application makes it easy to meet people and make friends.
Developed at CU-Boulder, hoozat is a new mobile social network that allows users to easily find the Facebook profiles of other hoozat users nearby. By clicking on hoozat photos or names, you can view Facebook profiles on your iPhone or iPod Touch. With just a couple of clicks, you can add hoozat users as friends on your Facebook.
hoozat also allows you to control your location privacy with general location awareness instead of pinpoint mapping. You can adjust the size of the location radius or opt out when you don't want your location known.
The hoozat application is based on technology developed by TechoShark, Inc., a start-up company founded by CU-Boulder Associate Professor Richard Han and graduate students in the Department of Computer Science. Han is president of TechnoShark, and Seth Murray, a computer science graduate student, is vice president of business development.
"It's hard to go up to someone you don't know and introduce yourself," said Han. "With hoozat, you can more easily break the ice with someone and establish a relationship because you know a little about the person before you introduce yourself."
CU-Boulder is the epicenter of hoozat, but Han and Murray have lofty goals to make the webapp a global mobile social network. It will ultimately be available for MySpace and Linkedin and be used on other smart phones and mobile devices.
Smart phones are ripe for social networking, and hoozat is a system that ties together online social networks with smart phones. There are more than 200 million Facebook users, and it's estimated that nearly all CU-Boulder freshmen have Facebook profiles, says Han. By harnessing the entrepreneurial energy on campus, Han and his team of graduate students created an application that taps into the heart of the social network to give users a better way to share information. hoozat is poised to become the essential webapp for facilitating social dialogue.
"The ability of mobile social networking technology to substantially lower the barriers to social discourse by minimizing unfamiliarity could revolutionize social interaction," said Han.
In April 2009, TechoShark won the Computer Science Award for best computer science business plan at CU-Boulder's New Venture Challenge.
The team received a National Science Foundation Small Business Innovations Research (SBIR) Phase I grant to pursue development of the mobile social networking application through TechoShark to launch the hoozat application for the iPhone and iPod Touch. TechShark is applying for an SBIR Phase II grant to help take hoozat nationwide in 2010.
"When CU-Boulder students load hoozat onto their phones, we want them to understand that it's homegrown here on campus but has the potential to become much bigger," said Murray. "Facebook started at Harvard. hoozat is starting at CU. It's an easier way for students to see their friends' data and to interact with it."
Developed at CU-Boulder, hoozat makes it easy to:
- Meet new people
- Make friends
- View their Facebook profile
- Add them as a friend on Facebook
- Control your location privacy
Go to the hoozat website at hoozatapp.com. Click on the link to the hoozat download on the iTunes App Store, or go directly to iTune from your iPhone, computer, or iPod Touch.


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The Headland Park will be a grand harbour park for Sydney linked by a continuous waterfront promenade stretching from Woolloomooloo to the Anzac Bridge. The Park will consist of six hectares of waterfront parkland at Millers Point and will be an exciting addition for residents and visitors to Sydney.
In October 2009, the government launched an international search for a team to design the Headland Park and urban waterfront at Barangaroo. The winning design team of Johnson Pilton Walker, in association with Peter Walker and Partners Landscape Architecture continues to work with the Authority.
Watch the recent presentation about Headland Park by Peter Walker in Sydney filmed on 21 Febraury 2012 after the jump
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Jan. 10, 2013
Box Score | Notes | AP Gallery
The Arizona State men's basketball team went on the road to face Oregon State and came out with a 72-62 victory over the Beavers to improve to 14-2 (3-0) on the season. ASU trailed by eight with just under six minutes left in the first half and then led by 15 with 14:18 remaining before Oregon State made a rally and cut it it to four. Key buckets down the stretch and and a huge rebounding advantage (49-35) solidified the victory for the Sun Devils. ASU is 14-2 for the third time in 33 seasons, as the 1980-81 team went 19-2 but since then only the 2007-08 and 2008-09 teams started 14-2.
Freshman Jahii Carson led the way for the Sun Devils, scoring 20 points on 9-19 shooting. He added four assists.
"This is a difficult place to come and get a win and I was really proud of our guys' effort tonight, especially on the defensive end of the court," said Sun Devil head coach Herb Sendek, who saw his team win its Pac-12 road opener for the third time in the past six seasons. "We have tremendous respect for their transition game, offensive rebounding, the ability of their guards to create shots and shoot the three. I thought our defense, for the most part, was very solid. Offensively we did a good job taking care of the ball and the possessions where we played the right way worked out for us. In a few instances we got away from what we should be doing, but a great win. I thought our guys really competed and did a really nice job."
ASU had four players in double digits, including Carrick Felix, Jonathan Gilling, Jordan Bachynski and Carson. Felix went 7-14 from the field and had a team-high 14 rebounds, grabbing his fifth double-double in past 10 games.
"I don't want to say I told you so, but you could see it coming (with Carrick)," said Coach Sendek. "Just because of his commitment, his approach, and the habits he is forming. I guess nothing is ever predictable, but if anything was, perhaps Carrick's play. So far it is matching up with his daily approach over an extended period of time. All of the qualities that any coach would want a player to ideally posses, he has."
Gilling only shot 1-6 from three, his usual go-to shot, but still finished with 14 points on 6-13 shooting to go along with six rebounds. Bachynski missed a double-double by one rebound, finishing with 10 points and nine rebounds.
"Basketball by nature is a game of runs, we went up by 15 and before we could blink it was down to four," notes Coach Sendek. "Our guys showed a good measure of resiliency, bending but not breaking. "Our approach is very consistent. We had three really hard fought games. Now we will get ready for a quick turnaround with another game Sunday."
ASU has now won nine of the past 10 against the Beavers. It held OSU to just .373 from the field (22-of-59) and just 5-of-22 (.227) from the three-point stripe.
The Sun Devils have now won six straight and have not lost since Dec. 12 when they played DePaul. They continue their stay in Oregon as they next will face the Oregon Ducks for a 6:00 p.m. (PT) tipoff on Jan. 13.
ASU 70, Washington 65 (Dec. 8, 1978)
ASU 70, Stanford 64 (Jan. 3, 1980)
#14 ASU 62, Washington State 59 OT (Jan. 8, 1981)
ASU 89, Stanford 74 (Jan. 10, 1985)
ASU 66, Washington State 65 OT (Dec. 20, 1987)
ASU 95, Washington State 86 (Jan. 16, 1992)
ASU 67, Oregon State 47 (Jan. 2, 2003)
#22 ASU 99, California 90 OT (Jan. 17, 2008)
#17 ASU 90, Stanford 60 (Jan. 2, 2009)
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Picture this: an inch-wide strip of thick, flat climbing rope stretched between two stationary objects and suspended anywhere from two to 180 feet above the ground. Now imagine crossing it without ending up at the ER or, at best, looking like a complete buffoon.
For most, it would be a challenge, but for Andy Lewis it's cake. It's no biggie for him to backflip his way across the line, no strings attached. This isn't tightrope walking, it's slacklining, the ultimate test of core strength and balance. Unlike a rigid tightrope, slacklines are stretchy, and slackliners (like Lewis, who have mastered this art) bounce on them like a trampoline.
If you watched the Super Bowl this year, you probably saw him toga clad alongside Madonna, even scoring a kiss straight from the Material Girl's lips.
"To perform in that show was incredible," Lewis says. "The live crowd and the energy is impossible to define." The reality of performing at such a major event hit him as he backflipped off the line and heard the screams. "I was hit by a wall of sound that held me in place, center stage," he says. "That moment can never be reconstructed."
Lewis, 25, took up slacklining just before he turned 18, when a friend taught him how to rig a line. "I took a liking to it immediately," he says. "The next day, I bought all the materials I needed to have my own line, and after that I never left home without it."
For Lewis, slacklining is more than a sport; it's a way of life, not to mention it developed into a pretty solid career for him. "I see lines everywhere," he says. "I consciously connect two points together with lines all the time."
As for future plans, Lewis just goes with the flow. "The way I live my life is about the moment I am in right here, right now. Slacklife or no life. That's all."
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With more empowerment and a change in socio-cultural attitudes, women can be catalysts for trade and development. But, according to participants in a round table discussion during the sixty-second session of the Trade and Development Board, trade liberalization does not automatically benefit women and gender equality.
UNCTAD Secretary-General Mukhisa Kituyi makes four pledges on behalf of UNCTAD as part of a new Geneva-wide leadership network for gender equality.


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WHEELING - Legislation targeting U.S. Environmental Protection Agency rules for new coal-fired power plants would prevent the agency from setting impossible-to-achieve standards in the future, Sen. Joe Manchin told a House subcommittee Friday.
That draft bill, co-authored by Manchin, D-W.Va., and U.S. Rep. Ed Whitfield, R-Ky., was the subject of a hearing before the Energy and Power subcommittee of the House Committee on Energy and Commerce. During the hearing, EPA official Janet McCabe also faced pointed questioning from U.S. Rep. David McKinley, R-Wheeling, following her defense of the EPA's new rules announced in September restricting carbon emissions for new power plants.
Critics of the rules, including Manchin and McKinley, say they can't be followed using existing technology and effectively bar the construction of any new coal-fired generating stations.
"Our legislation tries to get the EPA back on track, but in a way that does nothing to prevent the EPA from acting in a reasonable, rational way. ... The EPA is holding the coal industry to impossible standards," Manchin, D-W.Va., said. "And for the first time ever, the federal government is trying to force an industry to do something that is technologically impossible to achieve."
Under the Manchin-Whitfield bill, the new rules would not take effect - and the EPA would be permitted to impose new standards only if such standards have been achieved for 12 consecutive months by at least six U.S. power plants. The bill also provides that any rule must distinguish between coal- and natural gas-fired plants and requires the EPA to provide Congress a detailed study of the potential economic impact of any rule.
McCabe, acting administrator of the EPA's Office of Air and Radiation, said the administration has not yet taken a position on the draft bill, but has "serious concerns" about it.
"Such a requirement would stifle progress in reducing carbon pollution by discouraging the adoption of innovative technology that is available and effective today - and would limit further development of cutting-edge clean energy technologies. ... President Obama's Climate Action Plan provides a road map for federal action to meet the pressing challenge of a changing climate - promoting clean energy solutions that capitalize on American innovation and drive economic growth and providing a role for the full range of fuels, including coal and natural gas," McCabe testified.
Following her testimony, McCabe faced questions from a number of legislators, including McKinley, who questioned McCabe's assertion that the technology is in place to meet the new standards.
"Lisa Jackson said back in November of 2011, that it wouldn't be available for ... maybe a decade or more," McKinley said. "So I'm curious how that's moved up on the chain."
He asked McCabe to respond to his question in writing rather than verbally.
McKinley, noting American power plants account for 0.2 percent of global carbon emissions, also disputed whether the environmental benefit of the rules justifies the potential cost.
The rules "are putting at risk all the American workers in these power houses and coal mines all across this country. (For) two-tenths of one percent, you're willing to put all this - our economy - at risk, for two-tenths of one percent. I'm not comfortable with that," McKinley said.
Though she wouldn't provide specific figures, McCabe said administration officials "expect coal to remain a substantial portion of the energy portfolio, even under these proposed regulations."
The Manchin-Whitfield bill remains a discussion draft and has yet to be introduced. It would first come before the House of Representatives.


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one pan
A variation on an old favorite around here, I love that I can throw everything
together and cook it at once. Prep and cook are a maximum of 30 minutes.
If you'd like to try it out you'll need
green onions
cashews or almonds
minced garlic
low sodium soy sauce
peanut butter
bean sprouts
water chestnuts
ground turkey
butter lettuce
I diced everything up, adding handfuls of each. I mixed everything
by hand, except for 1 tbs peanut butter and 1/4 cp soy sauce.
Cook the meat mixture while whisking the butter & soy in a separate bowl.
Pour sauce mixture over meat while cooking.
Let cook for a couple minutes. Pour over lettuce.
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Looks so yummy!!!ReplyDelete
I will definitely be trying this one some time soon.ReplyDelete
that looks amazing. can't wait to give it a try!ReplyDelete
Ooh might have to try these-my Chang runs are getting out of hand lol-this will help cut back! ;)ReplyDelete
delicious and I just happen to have some turkey. will make this tonight!ReplyDelete
def need to try this one!ReplyDelete
this looks really good, may try it :)ReplyDelete
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