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THE WIDOWS of the two firefighters killed tackling a Southampton tower block blaze exactly one year ago have today spoken of the pain their deaths still cause – and their pride at the men's service.
Alan Bannon and Jim Shears died when they were exposed to extreme heat inside flat 72 of Shirley Towers, after a pair of curtains had caught alight and sparked the fire.
Today, colleagues at St Mary's fire station, where "Bert and Britney" had worked for eight and seven years respectively, and across the county, were due to fall silent in respect for their fallen "brothers".
Twelve months after the blaze, investigations by the fire service, police and Health and Safety Executive are still ongoing.
The firefighters' deaths prompted a huge outpouring of grief and support from residents and colleagues across Southampton, Hampshire and the country as a whole, and both widows have expressed their "heartfelt thanks" for the support they have received.
One of the most poignant moments in the aftermath of the tragic blaze came at Alan's funeral, when his then fiveyear- old daughter Abi released a single pink helium balloon into the sky in memory of her dad.
More than 1,000 firefighters and friends were joined by members of the public at St Mary's Church to bid farewell to the 38-year-old, from Bitterne.
Speaking ahead of today's anniversary, his widow Charlotte said she was "immensely proud" of both men.
She said: "It doesn't seem possible that it has been a year since we last saw Alan's smile, heard his laugh and Abi felt his arms around her in a hug.
"Every time I look at her I am reminded of what a wonderful, devoted and loving father he was and am saddened to think he will miss seeing our brave little girl grow up.
"I would like to send a heartfelt thank you to everyone who has sent cards, raised funds or made a donation.
"The words of sympathy and condolence along with people's kind generosity have been simply overwhelming.
"I would especially like to thank all the firefighters at St Mary's and other stations around Southampton – Alan's 'brothers' – for the support and love they have given to Abi this past year.
Words can not adequately describe my appreciation and respect for you all."
Carla Shears said the pain of losing father-of-two Jim, from Poole, Dorset, is "still raw" a year on, but said the "fantastic efforts to raise funds has brought me much warmth inside".
She said: "I miss his smile, his funny humour and his devotion to his friends and family.
"I am not sure how we have managed to get through the past year. It has been incredibly hard. My friends and family have made it possible.
"Jim and Alan are always in my thoughts and always will be. They are our heroes, never to be forgotten and I am incredibly proud of them both."
Chief fire officer John Bonney, who was due to join Red Watch at St Mary's for today's 11am two-minute silence, said he hoped the public would join the service in paying their respects today.
Watch members said they have been proud to continue serving the public since the tragedy, which they believe is the best tribute they can pay to their lost friends.
Mr Bonney said: "It's an important milestone and anniversary, for the families first and foremost, to the watch, to Alan and James' team, and the service as a whole. We look back with sadness, but we also look back with respect.
"We want to reflect and remember our colleagues and the sacrifice that they made."


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Since the release of their Grammy®-nominated debut album, Backatown (2010), and their chart-topping sophomore effort, For True (2011), Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue have continued their natural musical evolution while winning hordes of new fans and refining their signature sound—a mix of rock, funk, jazz, hip-hop, New Orleans, and soul that Troy 'Trombone Shorty' Andrews has dubbed "Supafunkrock." On top of performing nonstop on five continents and releasing his new CD, Say That To Say This (2013), co-produced by Raphael Saadiq, Andrews has also appeared on recent recordings by artists ranging from Zac Brown to Eric Clapton to Rod Stewart to Cee Lo Green and Janelle Monáe, and he has been featured on the covers of Downbeat and Jazziz, as well as on Conan, The Tonight Show, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, Austin City Limits, and in a recurring role on the hit HBO series Treme.
Troy 'Trombone Shorty' Andrews has the talent, natural charisma, and a relentless drive to bridge music's past and future. His third outing for Verve Records, Say That To Say This (Sept. 10), sounds like nothing else out there, as Andrews and his longtime band, Orleans Avenue—guitarist Pete Murano, bassist Mike Ballard, and drummer Joey Peebles—continue their natural musical evolution. In a very real sense, the torch is passed from one great New Orleans band to another on the new album, which features the first new studio recording from the original members of the legendary Meters in 36 years, as they revisit their 1977 classic "Be My Lady," with Andrews singing lead and playing horns.
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- 12 wonton wrappers
- 3 tablespoons butter, melted
- 1/3 cup packed brown sugar
- 3/4 cup Mascarpone cheese
- 2 tablespoons honey
- 2 teaspoons orange juice
- 3 cups fresh strawberries, sliced
- Whipped cream and fresh mint, optional
- Brush one side of each wonton wrapper with butter. Place brown sugar in a shallow bowl; press buttered side of wontons into sugar to coat. Press wontons sugared side up into greased muffin cups.
- Bake at 325° for 7-9 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Remove to a wire rack to cool.
- In a small bowl, combine the cheese, honey and orange juice until smooth. Spoon about 1 tablespoon into each wonton cup. Top with strawberries. Garnish with whipped cream and mint if desired. Yield: 1 dozen.
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"One of my favorite desserts. I made for a few showers, always great reviews and even won best dish overall at work."
"My 15 year old daughter made these for us one night. She made a couple of changes because of what we had on hand. Didn't have mascarpone, so used cream cheese. She added a touch of vanilla also.. LOVED them. Ran out today and bought more to make some for 4th of July tomorrow.. Keep the great recipes coming!!!!"
"I made the wontons today and they turned out beautiful! I have covered them with alight weight towel. I will make the filling &strawberries on Monday to take to my group that evening. Question: Is it necessary to put the shells in the refrigerator before I put in the filling Monday afternoon. And once they are filled,will they get soggy if I placed the finishedproduct in the refrigerator until our group meeting?"
"These are great and easy to make. They can be made faster if you use the frozen tarts instead of the wonton wrappers. My guest loved them."
"Very tasty and pretty! I was throwing an Asian food themed party and could not find a good dessert! These were perfect, very rich however!"


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*The CEL meeting was generously hosted by our friends at Slade…dinner was great! Thank you!!!
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-Environmental Council Meeting : Wednesday 1:30-3:30. Waterman 427A.
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Starting with the company's first project, Dark Cloud, developer Level-5 has basically mastered the cel-shaded, 3D, action-based RPG. In a short amount of time, the company has won tremendous respect from its peers and gamers throughout the industry, even being hand-picked by Square Enix to develop both Dragon Quest VIII (PS2) and Dragon Quest IX (Nintendo DS). Working on the best-selling Japanese RPG series is certainly a sign that the company knows its stuff, and that knowledge shines through in the outstanding PS2 RPG Rogue Galaxy.
Essentially, Rogue Galaxy is a fine mix of the ambiance of Star Wars, the spirit of Skies of Arcadia (one of the most underrated RPGs ever), and the look of Dark Cloud. A space pirate themed RPG, Rogue Galaxy's main character is Jaster Rogue. Growing up as an orphan on his home planet of Rosa, which of course has a desert climate, Jaster dreams of leaving the planet and exploring space. Then one day, a chance encounter with the legendary hunter Desert Claw leads a duo of space pirates (which look a lot like R2-D2 and C-P3O) to believe that Jaster is in fact the real Desert Claw. Since the pirates are looking to hire the Desert Claw to work for them, and the Desert Claw himself isn't interested, Jaster naturally seizes the opportunity and leaves Rosa to work as a space pirate and finally explore the galaxy.
I won't go into a lot of detail regarding the plot and ruin it for you, but naturally Jaster and friends run into a lot more trouble than they initially bargained for, and even routine tasks turn into something much bigger and complicated than they expect. The cast of characters you'll meet throughout the adventure are colorful, and I thought fairly original for an RPG. Sure, you've still got your gruff bounty hunters and your strong and scantily clad tribeswomen, but they're presented a little differently from what I've seen in other RPGs in the past. Rogue Galaxy also takes the Star Wars route and features a number of different races as you travel the galaxy, although having a cat as a first mate is the kind of wackiness I haven't seen since the Shadow Hearts series (in fact, From the New World features a cat gangster as a playable character). As if that wasn't enough, a mutated toad called…Toady…joins the party early on, and can swallow items and mix them together while they're actually inside of him to form more powerful ones. That's typical Japanese wackiness at its finest, folks.
Despite the wacky elements though, Rogue Galaxy plays things straight and treats the main storyline with the proper level of seriousness it needs, so in the end it draws you in like all good space epics do. The game takes a Star Wars like approach when it comes to the setting, as you won't be hopping from planet to planet the entire game. Instead, the game features only a few main planets, on which you'll spend a number of hours exploring just one small part of each world. This allows you to get to know the inhabitants of each planet, which is a better approach in my opinion than simply hopping around from planet to planet. However, on the whole, the storyline is just a tad weaker than what you'll find in most RPGs. Character development for the main characters isn't nearly as deep as you'll find in something like Final Fantasy, but that's primarily due to the fact that you spend a good portion of the game hacking your way through the seemingly endless dungeons. In fact, dungeons can take several hours to complete, with the areas in-between sometimes seeming superfluous.
So while the dungeons themselves can be tedious at times, oh what fun you'll have while hacking and slashing! Rogue Galaxy's battle system is refined to perfection, as it's simple to navigate, and yet deeper than I've ever seen in an action RPG. Although battles are random, they're seamlessly integrated into the main world (no going to a sub-screen to do battle) with zero loading time. In fact, load times in general are minimal, with seamless transitions thanks to intelligent background loading from one section of a town to the next.
Combat takes place entirely in real-time, although things will pause temporarily if you open the menu to use an item, activate a special ability, etc. Each character is equipped with two weapons, and can be controlled by the player at any time. So while you're controlling one character, the others that are controlled by the CPU act logically, and can be set to one of four different A.I. settings (such as everyone fighting independently or ganging up on one enemy) to do exactly what you want them to. The CPU-controlled characters will also periodically yell out to the character you're controlling, with suggestions on what they should do next. By pressing the corresponding shoulder button shown on the screen in tandem with the suggestion, the character will then carry out that action. If you don't press it within five seconds the option disappears. This gives the player even greater control over each battle at the press of a button, without having to worry about taking direct control of each character.
One of the things that make battling in Rogue Galaxy so fun is the fact that virtually all enemies in the game need to be approached differently. Some will simply bash your skull in, while others will take a more tactical approach and try to stun you first or swoop down at you from above. Then there are the ones that start out with barriers that need to be knocked down first, which is easier said than done when four or more are swarming you at the same time. In addition to basic attacks with your primary weapon, oftentimes your sub weapon will have a secondary function, such as freezing an enemy temporarily, or creating "steps" you can use to climb up on a large boss and attack a soft spot from above. There are also challenge battles that present special parameters such as defeating all enemies in a certain number of seconds, or doing so without taking any damage, that reward the player with hunter coins and bonus goodies if they're successfully completed. These help to break up the tedium somewhat of battling through several hour long dungeons and keep you on your toes.
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Draco woke up and felt his leg burning, and wondered why he wasn't dead.
"I thought that I needed a new apprentice, do not fail me again" said the voice of Traya.
"Nice to know that you care" said the grey master "what happened, I thought I was done for."
"Close to dead, I used my remaining connection to the Force and tapped into yours, and started a cleanse trance that is useful against poisons, but you will still feel the pain and some side effects of it"
"Thanks" said Draco, feeling numbness in his legs and arms "Where are we?"
"How should I know? what I do know is that the force ghosts are nearby, and growing stronger, so hurry up and release that energy"
"Very well, misstress" said Draco standing up, "We are inside the main chamber, and it seems that the spirits are in the other side of that door, and that they are indeed stronger"
The main chamber's second door was big enough for a speeder to pass through, and strong enough to stop a cruiser's batteries.
Draco found a hidden lever full of spiderwebs, he pull it back, and inmediatetly the door opened, to reveal the main burial romm, and the two spirits were absorbing the dark side energy, and their bodies were regenerating.
"So you finally made it, gray jedi" said the first one in a raspy voice, like his lungs and throat were regrowing.
"We wil enjoy gutting you!!" said the other one in the same kind of voice.
"We shall see" said Draco igniting his Y-saber, which illuminated the room, and prepared for the spirits opening attack.
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TC TO JOHN A. CARLYLE; 27 August 1833; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18330827-TC-JAC-01; CL 6:423-429.
Craigenputtoch, 27th August, 1833—
My Dear Brother,
All the pains I had taken were well rewarded on Sunday evening, when your Letter1 came. It has solaced me here, and will give no less solacement to those that love you elsewhere: I will send it off, as you conjecture, to Scotsbrig, tomorrow. We can now know that you are safe so far, and send our wishes after you with new clearness. My Mother said: "we'll no be sae ill, if we had the first Letter frae him." On Friday or Saturday (the former, as I calculate) a like comfort must be provided for you in return.
Your Steamboat, that agitated day, had scarcely cleared the Pierhead,2 when I was stripping and bathing; my head and my heart, like your own, all full of painful obstruction and confusion. It was half an hour before we set sail again, and near two o'clock before we reached the Annan shore. We could see your vessel storming along with you, already far to the West; and not we only, but all your other Friends each from his several hillside had seen it and watched it, and could tell at what hour it had vanished behind St Bees. Our Mother "took a good greet" when she saw it start off; but then checked herself, she said, with the question: Could she really wish it had not gone? At my return to Scotsbrig, all was grown calm again; our good Mother had rallied herself, and summoned up better thoughts: Jamie said to me, He had never seen her so sair beat with anything. Most of the Scotsbrig hands went off to Catlinns that same afternoon to help Alick next day with his hay; so my Mother and I remained alone, and had leisure for a little quiet communing. She could not help remarking how much more ominous your former departure was, into vague Space as it were, yet how she had borne it; and already Hope, that springs eternal, was glimmering out for her. If it be God's merciful will, we shall yet all live to see your Steamboat come foaming up the Solway, and bringing you safe back to us. I saw it once so from the Landheads Brae; and should be thankful for the feeling as long as I live.
Next morning betimes Jamie and I were mounted for Catlinns, and breakfasted there with a numerous haymaking party; conjecturing that you might be already in the Mersey;3 treating this and all things in the tone of Hope. I soon set forth, and plodded wearisomely thro' the Moors to Templand, where I arrived before Dinner, with such a jaded road-worn woe-worn sort of feeling as you can conceive. The Sunday proved too wet for Dunscore, I went to Closeburn and there heard Corson,4 uttering the wonderfullest jumble of affectations, imitations, wind and froth: not till next evening did we reach home, and find ourselves once more thoroughly alone. The sorrowfullest blank had occur[r]ed here; for me I could not but feel so harried, so bereaved; the half of my world was gone, and nothing of it remained but self-reproaching recollections and other the like shadows or foreshadows which could not profit. This day week I had all the disposition in the world to sit down and write to you, and pour out my heart into yours; but I feared it might derange our previous plan, fancied you might not have arrived, and so forth; and thus happily restrained myself; happily, for it would have been all in the elegaic strain, sad confessions, beggings of forgivenness [sic], which I know you would have heartily granted, nay had already granted; thus what could it serve for but to add sorrow to sorrow? On the whole, I have striven to banish all unproductive pain as fast as I might; and am thro' that first stage of the matter with less suffering than I expected. From Scotsbrig too I heard on Thursday (of date exactly this night week), and learned that all stood well there; our Mother in her usual mood: they had got your Newspapers on the Sunday; on the Catlinns one had deciphered "Saturday Noon," and were waiting quietly for more. You must not fail to write to our Mother; she told me she could not make you promise to write to her often, for you could not be convinced how cheap she reckoned the post-price of your Letters; I told her you were now grown very punctual about promises, and would probably be better than your word.
This, dear Brother, is our history since you left us. Nothing has occurred here, except the arrival, on Friday last, of a Piano-tuner, who for the small charge of 5/6 has rehabilitated the Piano, and brought me again the luxury of sweet sounds. We carried the poor instrument into the Dining-room, to avoid the coming frosts, and there nightly I can have my tunes: it stands where the half-table did against the wall right opposite the window; the sofa is moved into its place, and the half-table into the sofa's, in the Drawing-room. Let me add also (for you love all these things) that Napoleon,5 as too large for his station, has been moved into this Library of mine, under his kinsman Byron, and your little Italian vase, with Goethe's medals in it and other etceteras, now stands in his place. The only other arrival was, on Sunday at dinner-time, that of the American Emerson,6 Gustave d'Eichthal's man;7 the most amiable creature in the world, who spent an apparently very happy four-and-twenty hours with us, and then went his way to Wordsworth's Lakes, to Liverpool, and home to Massachussets [sic] on Sunday next. We regretted that you had not seen him, as he that he had not found you in Rome. Of d'Eichthal he could tell me nothing, except that they parted a few weeks ago when you left them, the one for Florence and England, the other for Naples: indeed it appeared they had in reality met only once or twice. If you fall in with d'Eichthal, it will perhaps be friendly if you rather press yourself on him; I figure him to be somewhat shrouded up within his own sorrow and regret, and understand his family are anxious to have his mind by all means diverted and cheerfully aroused. Tell him that he has much affectionate esteem from me; that if he will come and see us here, we will give him the most cordial welcome. I suppose you will see his friends in Paris at any rate; and be able there to tell me something more definite about him.
This is Tuesday evening: probably you have seen Lady Clare, or are perhaps even now consulting with her. We shall long to hear what arrangements have been made, how you like the aspect of your enterprise. It were more cheerful for us if Miss Morris8 too went with you, but this perhaps is no longer a possibility. At all events one likes to think you have seen so pure a friendly creature, and will again see her. If she will accept my hearty good wishes and regards, pray offer them her; say that for her friends' sake we love her, and hope one day perhaps to know her better. As for your Business itself, I discern far fewer risks than there were the former time; yet one risk, which you have well to guard against: that of letting the tedium of it get the better of you, that of feeling too painfully that you are above it. Beware especially of this; always remind yourself that you have undertaken a duty, that you must and will honestly address yourself, in doing and suffering, to discharge it like a man. But indeed, it gives me great comfort to reflect what strength there has grown up in you for this as for all emergencies; how you promise to increase in calm wisdom, in intelligent activity, and do your part as is required of you. I cannot but see too that your mood of mind is the right one for you: nay, at bottom, as you often urged, were the right one for me also: your earnest counsels for Tolerance will not fail of their effect on me; such are at all times wholesome mementos, and forever true on their own side, and I know not why I should so often have taken them up at your hands under the argumentative aspect. Perhaps it was like a patient wincing under a bitter drug, which yet when over had its salutary tendencies. Continue, however, to hold on steadfastly by the light, by the faith that is in you. Quit not that for assembled worlds; for Devils (in one's own heart) which are still worse to strive with. For the rest, cheer up, my good Brother! No sorrowing that you can help; fix rather, as you often advise me, on the coming bright side of things: think and believe that you are under Higher Guidance, which will guide you well; that, thro' God's grace, we shall welcome you back again ere long, and not part so far any more, but one way or other set up our little tabernacles somewhere within sight and call of one another. Has not the wide Earth space in it for such a thing? It is one of my most favourite projects. There we can argue and assent, and sputter and coalesce, and quarrel and agree again, with better and better heart, and feel always that help is not far from us. Frischer Muth in frohem Sinn [Fresh courage in a cheerful spirit]! So shall the latter end of these men be better than the beginning.9
As for me and my moorland loneliness never let it settle on your heart. I feel as of old that the only true enemy I have to struggle with is the unreason within myself. If I have given s[uch] things harbour within me I must with pain cast them out again. Still, then, still Light will arise for my outward path too, were my inward light once clear again; and the world with all its tribulations lie under my feet. "Be of good cheer; I have overcome the world":10 so said the wisest man, when what was his overcoming? Poverty, despight [sic], forsakenness, and the near prospect of an accursed Cross! "Be of good cheer; I have overcome the world!" these words on the streets of Edinburgh last winter almost brought tears into my eyes. But on the whole quarrel not with my deliberate feeling that this Wilderness is no wholesome abode for me, that it is my duty to strive with all industry, energy and cheerful determination to change it for one less solitary. Consider also that I am far past the years for headlong changes; and will not rush out to the warfare without a plan and munitions of war. Nay for a time my best duty must be composure; the settling of innumerable things that are at sixes and sevens within myself. I am writing nothing yet, but am not altogether idle: depend upon it, I shall pass the winter here far more happily than you expect. So fear not for me, my dear Brother; continue to hope of me; to pray that the work given me to do may be done.
What you say of Irving and Badams is deeply interesting. See Badams again, and assure him with all emphasis of my unalterable interest. Tell him that while I have a home in this Earth the half of it must be his; that if he will come hither, he shall have a Laboratory-room, free air, friends' voices and looks, and none to make him afraid, and will rest himself and come to life again under my roof, as I have done under his. Urge all this on him, if you think such a journey feasible: as matters go, I really fear for his life. It is miserable that there should be no help! The man might be healed again; there is stuff in him to make twenty men. As for Irving his case seems but a shade less tragical: if Death is threatening the one, Insanity is hovering at small distance from the other. God avert it! but what can man do? A total change of place and companionship; twelve months of some foreign Country, where he could not preach for want of a language: this has long seemed the only appliance; but this till the Newman-Street bubble have burst he will not have recourse to. Say that I feel the friendliest sympathy in his fortunes, and cannot cease to feel with a friend's heart towards him while I have a heart.
This day week then I suppose we must fancy you on the way to Dover. You will write to some of us, to our Mother or to me before then; but you will be over the Channel before I can hear. So my next Letter may probabliest be from Paris. Write whenever my good genius moves you, when there is a moment's leisure, or your heart has anything it longs to utter. Jane continues no worse, slowly improving I rather think; she sends you her sisterly good wishes, and says you promised to write to her. I myself have taken two more of your Pills, and intend to get me a dozen of them; one in the week must suffice: I adhere to the breadless tea, but am in danger of enlarging the quantity. Turn now to the margins; which I will not leave empty, tho' there is little more to be said[.]
By all means make Fraser pay you the £10: too much is better than too little; and it is safer in your hands than in his; neither is there any the smallest difficulty in settling about it here, the instant one needs it, or before that.— I wish I could write again before you leave Britain; but it will not do. Appoint me your Poste restante, and I will do my best to meet you. If you write to my Mother, her Letter could be here on the Wednesday after she gets it: this you have perhaps considered; but it will be too late before you get this. Order, yourself; I will conform.—
Some other little notices remain: Send me Badams' Address. Tell Mill to come if he can, that is, should you see him again. Give my kind respects to W. Hamilton; also to his Wife—who should have been first mentioned. Probably you did not see Allan Cunningham; or Holcroft?—
——God guide and keep you, dear Brother! Amen!
T. Carlyle
My Edinburgh Namesake11 is preaching on the streets there: I fear the poor young man will not be long out of Bedlam. Sad is the case!
One Major Irving of Gribton12 came here the other day, and took the shooting of Puttoch for £5 rent (of his own fixing), and even insisted on paying the notes down on the spot! I gave them to the Dame for pin money civil services: the first help this place ever brought us.
You will beware of that Cholera, wherever it approaches you, not fear it.
Now for Mother's Letter as inclosure to yours. Nancy13 goes with the Gig tommorow. Candle light is come. A Dieu!——


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Pulmonarias are wonderful plants for spring, producing flowers in an attractive range of pastel colours, complemented by handsome foliage. 'Blue Ensign is one of the earliest varieties to flower, creating a good display of bright, blue blooms throughout March and April. These fade gradually to purple with age. This variety is distinctive because it has plain green foliage. Plants will thrive on most soils provided they are rich in organic matter in full sun or partial shade. Plants will often die back in dry, hot, summers but will soon grow back once the weather turns colder.
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Hey All
I need to edit an existing individual in an owl ontology from java can anyone guide through what api or a source code or a documentation I've been trying to use OWL API with no success :( need help please urgent
asked 05 Dec '12, 21:06
Ibrahim Koub...
Where are you having problems? Is the ontology on the web or locally? Have you been able to read the ontology with the API? What code isn't working for you (and how is it failing). I presume that you've been referencing the documentation (http://owlapi.sourceforge.net/documentation.html)
(05 Dec '12, 21:59) Sweet Burlap
Actually the ontology is local i'm able to fetch create individuals, i just need a hint to do the editing, i'm referencing to the owl api documentation and couldn't find anything about editing the individuals
(05 Dec '12, 22:03) Ibrahim Koub...
To edit an axiom: load the ontology, remove the old axiom and add the edited axiom (.addAxiom and .removeAxiom)
(05 Dec '12, 22:45) Sweet Burlap
thanks a lot, can you guide me to a tutorial on how to delete an axiom, the documentation of the OWL API mentions how to delete all the individuals not a specific one, I'm also having troubles with this issue . thanks a lot
(05 Dec '12, 22:51) Ibrahim Koub...
There are a few examples in the OWL API homepage, one explains how to add axioms. For removal it is the almost the same, you only have to use the class RemoveAxiom.
(06 Dec '12, 16:31) AKSWMember


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A glass of ice water is filled to the brim with water; the ice cubes stick up above the water surface. After the ice melts, which is true?
(a) The water level is below the top of the glass.
(b) The water level is at the top of the glass but no water has spilled.
(c) Some water has spilled over the sides of the glass.
(d) Impossible to say without knowing the initial densities of the water and the ice.


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I shuffled the endless stack of papers and sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time today. This particular case I was working on was eating away at me, every time I got close to arresting a suspect new evidence came up that would clear them. A serial killer has been terrorizing (city name) for a full two years, sending citizens and the police department alike into fear and chaos. The signature was the same every time, the victim killed by a poison that is too common to trace and a half-eaten cupcake near their dead body. Why did this guy choose to use cupcakes as his vessel for poison? Beats me; I'm no psychopath. It amazed me how this guy (or girl) was able to evade every single curve ball we threw at him, but that wasn't what terrified me. All of his victims, every single one, had a connection to me. The guy who bullied me in high school was his first victim. I wrote it off as a coincidence at first, but when my ex boyfriend who broke my heart by cheating on me was his next victim, I grew a bit uneasy. After the third victim, who was an old colleague who grabbed my ass more than a few times, turned up, the creepy love notes began to show up. I thought it was teenagers trying to pull a prank, but soon there were pictures of me accompanying the notes. As a detective, I need to keep my mind clear at all times, but guilt ate away at me as time passed. I'm the reason these people are dying; they're all people who betrayed me or hurt me in some way. My determination to catch the killer grew stronger; but after the eighth victim was found in her home, many other detectives were too scared to take the case. Some even were too scared to even look at me in the eye; afraid that maybe I was the killer. The department had interrogated me to see if it was me who was killing off people, but my alibis were solid. By his twelfth victim, only my partner Elizabetha and I were willing to stay on the case. Now, two years after his first victim was found, I'm still hunting the bastard down with no leads or hope. At least, I thought we had no leads.
"________?" Elizabetha called to me from her desk as I poured myself coffee.
"Yeah?" I took a sip of coffee and cringed. 'Great, it's cold.'
"Did you close that case from earlier this week?" she asked. I nodded.
"The butler did it. Cliché, right?" I laughed lightly.
"I'll file the paperwork then." Elizabetha got up from her chair and walked over to the copy machine. I took my seat at my desk and unlocked my cabinet. As I pulled open the drawer, a pink envelope fell out from it. My heart stopped; this was the same stationary used when that serial killer sent me love notes, a light pink colored card with blue swirls and cupcakes decorating the edges. I carefully read the latest note, my heart beating furiously in my chest.
'My dear cupcake,
I hope you enjoy the present I got you, I had a good friend of mine make it! Please wear it, you'll look so cute! Like a princess!
Your true love'
Something heavy fell to the ground, making a loud noise. I looked down and saw a key to a mailbox from a nearby post office. The number of the mailbox was craved into the top of the key along with a heart. I felt rage well up inside me. 'Great, now he's toying with me while I have no clue who he is!' I clenched my hands into tight fists and stood up quickly; putting my gun as well as my badge in my belt in the process.
"Where are you off to?" Elizabetha called to me.
"Going to catch this bastard!" I yelled back and rushed out of the police station. 'When I catch this guy I'll make sure to perform the execution myself.' I grumbled in my mind as I made my way to the post office. I flung open the door and was met with the cheery gaze of the woman working the desk.
"Ah, hello Detective ______, what can I do for you today?" she asked me.
"Where is this mailbox located?" I showed her the number on the key. The girl pointed to a wall filled with the small PO boxes and I spotted the one I needed in the far corner. I put in the key and turned it; the box opening with a sharp click. Inside was a box decorated with bright neon colored wrapping paper. Another note was attached to it.
'Don't worry poppet, it's not a bomb! I wouldn't want to ruin that beautiful face of yours!'
"Yeah, like I would trust you!" I spat and threw the letter to the ground. I took out the box and left the post office.
"I'll give this box to the evidence squad to dust for prints." I muttered to myself, looking up at the sky, "Great, it's already dark out." I continued down the dimly lit street and entered the police station once again. Taking a left turn to the evidence lab, I presented the box to one of the people at the desk.
"Another one?" the man asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, he's toying with me now." I grunted.
"Still no leads on who this guy may be?"
"No!" I spat angrily, "No matter what we do, no matter what we sacrifice, this guy is always one step ahead! I don't get it, my partner and I took down Luciano Vargas, the most feared mob boss in all of (country), but we can't nail this one psychopath!"
"Well, you were able to go undercover to catch him, but this killer knows who you are and that you're a detective." the man pointed out. I nodded as the man carefully opened the box. Inside was a pink dress decorated with pink ruffles. My eyes widened as I studied the dress, it looked like something a child would wear to dress up.
"Well, this was unexpected." the man mumbled, "I'll file this into the evidence locker along with the other gifts." I nodded and returned to my desk, my mind spinning around in circles; desperate to make sense of the situation. I put my head in my hands and let out a loud sigh before glancing at the clock. 10:00 pm. Elizabetha had already left, and the detectives pulling all-nighters were shifting through paperwork. I was about to do the same before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was met with the gaze of my chief.
"Go home ______. You've worked hard all week, I can't have my best detective passing out on the job tomorrow." he instructed. I complied and grabbed my bag before heading outside. I rummaged through my bag for my phone, but instead found an envelope. I opened it and took out the note inside. I gasped at what it said.
'And down the rabbit hole you go.'
I felt a sharp pain in my back before my vision faded and my body went numb.
~time skip~
I woke in a dark room in want seemed to be a basement. The air hung heavy with the smell of iron, and the walls were stained a deep red in many places. I shakily stood up and realized that my clothes were gone. They had been replaced by the same dress I had gotten in the mail, and a large blue bow was tied in my hair. My shoes were now pink flats with small bows on them. Panic rose inside me as I looked around the room, desperate for an exit. A small note was attached to a large metal door and I quickly read it over.
'Hello there poppet!
I have a fun game for us to play! It's hide and seek, but I have a deal for you! If you make it out of here, you can take me in and bring justice to all of my victims! But, if you lose...well, how about we discuss that when I catch you? The only rule is that you can't be caught by me until you make it completely out of the maze; using any means necessary. I don't want to use violence on someone as precious as you, but I will if I have to. The game begins as soon as you leave this room!
Good luck, I'm looking forward to catching you!
P.S.: There's something on the table back there for you!'
I glanced back at a lone table in the corner of the room. A purple cupcake stood on a fancy plate in the middle of the table. The cupcake looked very appetizing with its blue frosting and sprinkles, but another note was attached to the plate.
'Just in case you give up.'
I frowned at the sweet dessert and turned back to the door, ready to fling it open and run like hell. Before putting that incredibly well thought out plan into action, I torn a rusty pipe off of the nearby wall and rested it on my shoulder. 'The game begins as soon as you leave the room.' Those words played over in my head as I slowly twisted the handle and opened the heavy door. I stepped into the narrow dark corridor before a chilling voice sounded from behind me.
"Let the game begin."
Fear overtook my body and I swung hard at the figure with my pipe. I hit him hard in the stomach before taking off in a full sprint. Adrenaline was pulsing madly through my veins, my feet carrying me faster than they ever have before. The smell of blood made my vision hazy, and the walls of the corridor were wet and sticky with a substance I didn't want to identify. An insane giggle sounded from behind me along with quick footsteps; he was catching up to me. I was panting and breathing heavily, but I knew slowing down would mean my death, or worse. The corridor split into two pathways, and I quickly ran into the one on the left. A door was at the end of the pathway and I flung it open and locked it. I spun around to look for a possible exit, but a horrific sight made me nearly faint. The room was filled with pictures of me, some even dating back to my freshman year in high school. On another wall was pictures of his victims, all of them with a large red 'X' on their faces. One picture was of me and his second victim, my ex-boyfriend, fighting in my apartment. Another was me crying after his first victim, my high school bully, had slammed me against the lockers. Each picture like that had the words 'I'll save you, _____.' written in red ink next to my face. I was terrified of this man, but I was even more terrified of what would happen if I didn't lock him up once and for all. I can't have people dying because a psychopath has an obsession with me. With new found determination, I opened the door, my pipe raised and ready to strike if he was waiting for me. Surprisingly, he wasn't there, only a lone cupcake was sitting at the base of the door. It was the same one from earlier.
'Give up yet, poppet?'
I smirked and stepped on it.
"Never in a million years." I scoffed before taking off once again down the pathway, this time turning right at the division of the paths. Contrary to the path on the left, the path on the right was lit well and had many doors on the sides of the walls, rather than just one door at the end.
"Poppet~" an insane voice cooed from behind me, "Come out, come out wherever you are~" I quickly opened the nearest door and hid myself between the various sacks of flour inside the closet. I heard my captor's footsteps sound throughout the hall, along with his voice that sent chills down my spine.
"You look so cute in the dress~ I just want to see you in it, come out and I'll sent you free~" he called again, his voice dangerously close to the door of the closet. 'Yeah, like that would happen.' I thought. My heart quickened in pace as I heard him place his hand on the doorknob of the closet. 'Maybe I should've just eaten that cupcake and died right then.' I shut my eyes and braced for the door to swing open. As the door knob turned slowly, I felt like I was about to throw up. No amount of police training prepared me for this horror. But, lucky for me, a loud sound echoed from down the hall, causing my captor to quickly head in that direction. I heard a door open and close, followed by him calling for me once again. His voice was at a distance, and I carefully stepped out of the closet. I continued down the hallway, making sure my steps made no sound.
"There you are~"
I didn't even turn around before I took off. I ran blindly, desperately pulling on doorknobs, only to find them locked. I was turning to kick down a door when a hand grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall.
"Found you~"
I let out a scream before harshly kicking him where it counts and tearing myself from his grip. I fell to the ground, twisting my angle badly in the process. I quickly got up and began to run, but my captor grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the ground once again. He got on top of me and pinned my wrists with his hands while he straddled me.
"Why are you running, poppet? You can't win this game." he grinned widely, his pink and blue eyes brimming with madness. I squirmed with all the strength I had, flailing my legs in a feeble attempt to kick him.
"Get off of me!" I screamed, grabbing my pipe that was on the ground next to me and hitting him over the head with all my strength. He fell over and I got to my feet and ran like hell. The door at the end of the hall was unlocked, and inside was a long flight of stairs. I wasted no time in scurrying up the stairs clumsily, tripping and falling more than once. My knees were bloody by the time I had reached the top of the stairs. There was yet another door, which I flung open quickly and slammed shut behind me. I was greeted by bright colors and a room that looked like it was meant for a little girl. A tea set was set up on a small table, as well as a platter of blue and pink cupcakes. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming from behind the door to the stairway.
"The game isn't over yet, ______~" he called sweetly. I shuddered when he said my name; it was in a sweet yet chilling tone that made me frozen with fear. Snapping out of my trance, I hurried out of the room and into what looked like a living room. Like the room before it was brightly colored and girly.
"Psychopaths have weird taste." I mumbled before searching for a way out. My captor's footsteps came closer as my search for an exit became more frantic. I heard a door open behind me and I turned around, a lump rising in my throat when my terrified gaze met his. There he was, the serial killer I had been hunting down for two years, standing nearly three feet away from me. He was wearing a brightly colored sweater vest and a bow tie, along with brightly colored pants. His strawberry blond hair fell messily around his face, and a large gash from when I had hit him with my pipe was bleeding just above his thick eyebrows. His eyes were swirling pink and blue, and his Cheshire grin never left his face.
"Hello, love." he toke a step toward me, "My name's Oliver, but you can call me Ollie." I took a step back and found myself against a wall. Oliver cornered me and pinned me once again against the wall; one hand holding my wrists and the other lifting up my chin. I struggled, but he pressed his body against mine firmly, making it hard to move. I glared at him, studying his face. I raised an eyebrow when I noticed a scarlet blush adorning his cheeks and he refused to met my gaze.
"Why?" I broke the silence, "Why me? Can't you see what you're doing? You're scaring people! You're breaking the law and sending people into terror and chaos!"
"I'll break the law if that's what I have to do to keep you safe." he answered, still looking away.
"You have a twisted mind." I spat, "You killed people!"
"But, those people hurt you! They made you cry! I just wanted to make sure you kept smiling, poppet." he looked me in the eye, "I love you!" Anger welled up inside me and adrenaline once again pulsed through my veins.
"Well, I hate you!" I yelled before shoving him away and dashing up a nearby flight of stairs. I kicked open a door and found that it led to the roof. Oliver's footsteps were close behind, and soon he was on the roof along with me.
"Fine," Oliver's eyes swirled with pink as he took out a knife, "if I can't have you, both body and mind, then I'll just settle for your body!" I backed away from him, but soon I reached the edge of the roof. I glanced down at the streets below, contemplating my choices. I could: 1- jump and fall to my death or 2- get stabbed and have Oliver do god knows what to my body. Neither were really desirable, but falling to my death sounded pretty damn good if the other option was getting stabbed and violated by a psychopath. Before I could make a decision, the familiar roar of a helicopter came from behind me. I turned around and saw a police helicopter hovering behind me, the chief talking through a megaphone.
"Don't worry, Detective ______, you're safe now!" he called to me. A SWAT team burst through the door and onto the roof, quickly arresting Oliver and dragging him away.
"No!" Oliver cried out to me, "Please, _______, I love you! Don't let them take me away!" I ignored his pleas and sunk to the ground, tears spilling from my eyes and onto the ground. For the first time, I realized that my dress was covered in blood and ripped terribly. A paramedic rushed over to me and checked me for any wounds. My chief walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry detective, he'll rot in hell for what he did." I gave a weak nod and followed the chief on the helicopter to go home.
~time skip- a week later~
"Detective ______?" a FBI agent asked me. I looked up from my paperwork and answered.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"Come with me please." I nodded and followed him out of the police station and into a black SUV.
"What do you need me for, sir?" I asked him as the SUV began traveling in the opposite direction of the police station.
"You know that serial killer you busted last week, Oliver?" he asked me. I tensed up, the fearful memories flooding back to me.
"Y-yes sir." I stammered.
"He's being executed in a few hours, and his last wish was to talk to you before they flipped the switch."
"I don't think I'm comfortable being in the same room as him, sir." I said honestly.
"It's a maximum security prison, detective. He won't be able to touch you, it's only five minutes, and a guard will be with you at all times." I nodded feebly.
"Okay. But if he gets touchy, I'm leaving."
"That's fine."
~time skip~
I was escorted by a guard to a white padded room with several complicated locks on the door. There were no other cells nearby and the hall was eerily quiet. The guard unlocked the various locks and motioned for me to step inside. I complied my legs shaking slightly but I kept a straight face. Oliver was sitting in the corner, chained up by many restraints to keep him from moving. His eyes were sad as he stared at the ground. I cleared my throat to alert him of my presence. He looked up and his blue eyes shone with glee.
"______! Poppet, I'm so happy you could be here!" Oliver beamed. I didn't answer him and his face fell.
"D-do you think you could come sit by me?" he asked shyly. After thinking it over, I cautiously sat in front of him, my hand near my gun. I noticed that he now had freckles, unlike before.
"Did you always have freckles?" I asked him. Oliver blushed deeply and nodded.
"I don't like them so I cover them up, but the guards washed off my makeup." he admitted.
"You look fine without the makeup." I muttered. 'I can't believe I'm making small talk with this bastard.' I thought.
"R-really?" his blush grew darker. I nodded. "Do you wear makeup, poppet?" Oliver asked me.
"Only on special occasions." I answered.
"So you're naturally beautiful!" he exclaimed like a child. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.
"You have one minute, detective." the guard called from the hallway. I looked at Oliver.
"Why did you want me here?" I changed the subject.
"I want you to fulfill my last wish." he smiled.
"And what's that?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I-I want y-you to kiss me." he looked at me innocently with pleading eyes, "Please?" I let out a sigh.
"Fine, close your eyes." I answered. Oliver shut his eyes tightly and I placed my hands on his shoulders. I pressed my lips to his, causing him to let out a small squeak before smiling and kissing back. I pulled away and Oliver's eyes were wide and shining brightly. He was smiling widely and looked like a child on Christmas morning. I wiped off my mouth and stood up. I knocked on the door for the guard to let me out.
"Next time, I'll tell you all of my feelings and we'll go on a date!" Oliver exclaimed.
"There won't be a next time, Oliver." I stated bluntly and stepped back into the hallway.
"That's what you think, poppet."
2p!England x Detective!Reader by Mass1830Watch
©2013-2016 Mass1830
What do you get when you add one crazed psychopath, a reader-tan detective, a really long hallway with lots of stairs, and a sprinkle of terrible outfits and bright colors? This story that I wrote for no reason at all! Why do homework when you can write fanfiction?
SEQUEL: mass1830.deviantart.com/art/2p…
I don't own Hetalia, you, or anything but the plot.
I "took down" Luciano Vargas???? NOOOOOO
No matter how crazy he is, i could never hurt him.......hes to cute.
When I saw the words 'pink dress decorated with pink ruffles' I was like 'kill me now' I may not be a tomboy but I sure not a girly girl. Oh well at least it isn't green.
I'm confused, I thought it was reader-chan not reader-tan..
I think it can go both ways...I'm not very familiar with the endings in Japanese so I kind of guessed.
My favorite 2P is England and 1P is America.
My favorite 2P is England and 1P is America.
Sjsnjsnsjndjdn there's a sequeal <3
This was so amazing
This was so amazing
Sorry but you wouldn't pay me a million bucks to wear a frilly pink dress, lol!
Anywho, I liked this! 2p!England is my favorite out of the 2ps, I don't know why, I just kind of find him cute and creepy at the same time.
Can you make more of these creepy obsessive iggy fics?? They are AWESOMEEE
I was actually thinking of making a kind of epilogue to this story when you meet him again in the afterlife and all that jazz. But I'm a proud procrastinator
This is so awesome and I love how creepy 2p!iggy is :3
Oh my god yes. This was beautifully written
....... This deserves so many fav's.... Its sad that it allows only one
oOOOOOOOOH SNAP.
You just owned this whole entire thing!
The first person (my personal favorite) was exquisitely exceptional! Also, the emotion and the description beyond belief, I felt like I was truly in the story!
You my friend, are awesome~!
please can we have more like sequel to this please
m-more please?
It's amazing but creepy as hell. Good job!
Hehe~ thanks! I was going for the creepy vibe since, well, you know....Oliver is pretty insane. Glad you liked it!
awesome story!~
Oh my I dont like it Sorry but I absolutely love it~
Possibly, I'm still thinking about it. But, more than likely yes! I really like writing for 2p characters, but school and exams set me back a lot.
I know right D: I suppose a break for us means here's a whole bunch of essays, research papers, and studying of molecular sciences....


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Medeski Martin & Wood: Start-Stop (DJ Logic Remix)
Start-Stop (DJ Logic Remix)
Medeski Martin & Wood
Combustication Remix EP (Blue Note)
John Medeski (keyboards), Billy Martin (drums), Chris Wood (bass),
DJ Logic (turntables, production).
Recorded: 1999
Rating: 88/100 (learn more)
Following the release of their 1998 album Combustication, jazz trio MMW enlisted the help of their friends to remix some of its songs for this EP. DJ Logic's remix adds some hypnotizing drums to the atmospheric keyboard of Medeski, which creates a sweltering mix of hip-hop, jazz and psychedelia. Wood's bass groove gives this remix all the right ingredients needed to succeed.
Reviewer: Jared Pauley
Tags: 1990s jazz · hip hop
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Oct. 18, 2012
Arizona (5-7-3) vs. Oregon (6-7-2)
Friday, Oct. 19 • 7:00 p.m.
Eugene, Ore. • Pape' Field
Arizona (5-7-3) vs. Oregon State (10-4-1)
Sunday, Oct. 21 • 1:00 p.m.
Corvallis, Ore. • Paul Lorenz Field at Patrick Wayne Valley Stadium
TUCSON, Ariz. – The University of Arizona women's soccer team heads to Oregon for Pac-12 play against the University of Oregon (6-7-2) on Friday, Oct. 19 at 7:00 p.m. at Pape' Field in Eugene, Ore. On Sunday, Oct. 21 the Cats head to Corvallis, Ore. for a match up with Oregon State (10-4-1) at 1:00 p.m. at Paul Lorenz Field at Patrick Wayne Valley Stadium.
Previous Game: On Friday, the Cats dropped a 4-1 decision to No. 2 Stanford (12-1-1) at Murphey Field at Mulcahy Stadium. Arizona (5-7-3) scored its only goal of the night in the 74th minute of action, courtesy of sophomore forward Candice Ose i-Agyemang. Osei-Agyemang was one on one with Stanford goalkeeper, Aly Gleason, and placed the ball in the upper left corner of the net to score her second goal of the season. Junior Jazmin Ponce led the Wildcats in shot attempts with five and teammate Ana-Maria Montoya behind her with two.
Noting the Ducks: Oregon (6-7-2) traveled to the University of Utah and dropped a 1-3 decision to the Utes. Senior Scout Libke leads the Ducks in shot attempts with 43 and 19 on goal ranking her number seven in the Pac-12. Forward freshman Kristen Parr has scored seven of Oregon's goals in the 15 matches played this season. Goalkeeper Abby Steele has registered 52 saves for the Ducks ranking her at number six in the Pac-12.
Noting the Beavers: Oregon State (10-4-1) traveled to Colorado this past weekend and shut out the Buffaloes 2-0 earning their 10th win of the 2012 season. Jenna Richardson leads the Beavers in total shot attempts with 37 and teammate Megan Miller behind her with 28. Both Richardson and Miller lead the Beavers with five goals apiece so far this season. Goalkeeper Sammy Jo Prudhomme has 55 saves in eight games played while teammate goalkeeper, Audrey Bernier-Larose, has registered 26 saves in seven games played.
Attendance Record: For last week's home match against Stanford, fans were asked to wear pink in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month. A 2012 season record and second largest all-time attendance of 1,021 fans attended the match to honor survivors and loved ones who have lost the battle to breast cancer. In 2005, the match against in-state rival, Arizona State, attracted a record of 1,208 fans to Murphey Field at Mulcahy Stadium.
Leading the Pac: Junior Jazmin Ponce leads the Pac-12 in both shots and shots on goal for the sixth week in a row registering a total of 71 shots with 35 on goal in 15 games played. Ponce also leads the Wildcats with seven goals and two assists.
Kaufman Ranked No. 1: After three weeks of being ranked second in the Pac-12, junior Gabby Kaufman moved up to the number one spot registering 78 saves. Kaufman has led the Wildcats to three shutout games against Northern Arizona, Florida International and Loyola Marymount.
Honoring Lexe: Before every match, Arizona wears a pre-game warm-up shirt with the No. 13 in honor of Lexe Selman, a member of UA's 2012 signing class. Selman recently finished up her fourth round of chemotherapy treatment for Leukemia, which she was diagnosed with on April 20 of this year. Vowing to Selman and her family to keep her dreams of playing at the collegiate soccer level alive, Arizona head coach Lisa Oyen has promised to hold a roster spot and number until she is able to play.
Up Next: Arizona returns to Tucson for the final home matches of the 2012 season against Colorado on Friday, Oct. 26 at 3:00 p.m. and Utah on Sunday, Oct. 28 at 11:00 a.m. Both matches will be played at Murphey Field at Mulcahy Stadium.


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I received my masters degree in Administration from the University of North Texas.
I taught 8th grade Earth Science and coached basketball and football for 4 years at Crockett Junior High in Irving.
I taught Biology and coached basketball and track for 5 years at MacArthur High School in Irving.
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A few days later, she found him at Apollo's Café, sitting at a table and looking as though he was trying desperately to keep his mind off their impending date he had asked her on. 'Probably fears the worst. All things considered, can't say I blame him ' she thought to herself, idly smoothing the black leather of her dress. She was grateful that Dr. Chakwas had held onto her old dress from when she aided Kasumi in recovering Keiji's graybox. 'That PVC dress in my closet that Traynor found ' she suppressed a shudder at how downright unflattering that dress looked. Traynor had good intentions in adding that to Samus' wardrobe, but this one was more stunning, to say the very least. She sauntered over to the empty spot at the table he was sitting at, her black lace pumps clicking with each step. She stopped just before the chair he was occupying.
?" she asked hesitantly when he didn't notice her still. He jumped a little in surprise before facing her. He opened his mouth to say something, but his jaw simply hung there as he gawked a few moments. She held back a grin as she watched him try and compose himself. After a few moments he cleared his throat and attempted to keep himself occupied once more, staring at a holo-menu for the café.
"Surprised this place can still get supplies for a menu like this," he commented as she eased into a chair with practiced grace.
"Maybe it's better if we don't ask how
or where," they both shared a chuckle as Kaidan took his eyes off the menu and looked back at her. His eyes still smoldered as he looked her over.
"I'm glad we're taking the time to do this
I could use a sanity check," a soft smile was playing on his lips. Samus couldn't keep the wry smile from her mouth, try as she might.
"Things have been pretty crazy." But he suddenly seemed a thousand miles away and yet here all at once, his gaze drifting off towards the view of the Presidium. His smile faded into a pensive stare into eternity.
"You know, my life flashed before my eyes on Mars, and
there weren't enough moments like this
with people I care about
" his normally amber eyes clouded over. He regretted not trusting her, not loving her in the way she deserved for the last six months that she had been alive again. He hated that he had pushed her away, feared that he had finally pushed her too far-
"How are you feeling these days?" She asked sincerely, though her arm twitched as she resisted the urge to reach out and take his hand. She was still unsure of where she stood with him, after all that had happened between them. She lifted her eyes when he seemed to try and shake his thoughts from his head, his smile coming back, if a little more muted.
"Feeling up to whatever the Reapers throw at me- and grateful that I could convince you to take half a second and relax," his tone was only half teasing and she smiled a little guiltily at that. She had thrown herself so deeply into her work, everyone kept telling her that she needed to come up for air, as Garrus had put it. She leaned her forearms on the table, lacing her fingers together to keep them from reaching out to him.
"Yeah," she murmured quietly, bracing herself for what was to come, "I think it's a good time for us to have a heart-to-heart," trying desperately to lighten the mood, if only to soften the blow should he reject her, she teasingly added, "what are you drinking?" He chuckled quickly, though tried to ignore the warm feeling in his chest when her tone became almost flirtatious. It brought back memories that had been haunting him at night and day equally, but he grinned at her nonetheless.
"If you're trying to butter me up, it might take a nice steak sandwich, too," she quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement.
?" His grin widened when he saw she wasn't taking no for an answer. His eyes went back to the menu as he brought up the alcohol choices to scan over.
"Shot of whiskey and a good old Canadian lager," he snapped his eyes back up to her in inquiry. "Think they have it?" She snorted as she shot him a flat look over her own menu.
"More likely to have Batarian Shard Wine," she picked a sweeter wine of Asari origins off the menu and set it down. Kaidan must have made his choice, because his menu was already on the table as he laced his hands together.
"At my parent's place in Vancouver," he chuckled nostalgically. "Drank more than a few beers on their balcony, looking over English Bay," his smile faded, a somber expression replacing it as his voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Yeah
beautiful view
" he stopped to look at her, his voice more normal as he pulled himself out of his reverie. "You know what, though? I feel good about our chances."
"Yeah," he replied, though with less conviction. "Lets me sleep better at night." He didn't miss the frown of worry that creased her brow, her head tilted slightly the way it always used to when all she had to worry about with him was his migraines. Given his most recent blackout incident, she tended to carry his migraine medicine around with her, just in case. She had already suspected he was having trouble sleeping, but it still worried her that he wasn't resting enough.
"You not sleeping, Kaidan
?" He flinched, knowing he didn't deserve her concern, or the caring look she was giving him. It was stupid for him to ask for her love now, but he needed her to know his feelings, to know that they've only grown stronger since they were last together.
It didn't mean he had to feel brave about it.
"Maybe a little restless," he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze, though he still felt it, that soft, concerned look in her sapphire blue eyes that he drowned in so many times before. He sighed quietly to himself. 'If you leave a way out again, you'll lose her in the most absolute sense.' His mind warned him. 'She won't put up with you forever if you keep that up.' He swallowed the lump in his throat before explaining, "the war isn't all that's keeping me up at night
I wonder about us." He still hadn't looked at her, trying so hard not to fall into old habits of only showing bits and pieces of his emotions. Mars taught him that life was a very finite and uncertain thing, and he couldn't squander what he had left wringing his hands in worry over what could happen.
" her tone was completely neutral, her expression unreadable, and it unnerved him, but he pressed on, for once his expression unguarded, his eyes telling her how he felt before he actually said it,
"I love you, Shepard. I always have," he paused, his gaze never breaking from hers as he continued, "I want to understand what this is between us
and make it real," suddenly out of steam, he signed, his head bowed with a soft sigh. "Well
that's what I want
" he lifted his head- a glutton for punishment, he must be- and looked at her directly. "What do you want?" He held his breath, his eyes scanning her face for any clue, any sign that she still felt anything for him at all. She smiled softly.
"I can't bury what I feel for you anymore
and I don't want to," he fought back tears of joy and he finally broke through that wall of tension between them as he took her hand in his, bringing it up to his face and pressing his cheek into her palm. She shivered pleasantly at the feel of his skin, the way his stubble lightly scratched her skin sent a jolt of pleasure crawling places it hadn't since they had last been together.
"And that
makes me so happy
" understatement of the century, but at this point he was fighting a lot of urges of several kinds. He wanted to cry, to kiss her silly, to drag her back to the Normandy and lock them both in her cabin, and he found himself paralyzed with both elation and indecision. He still wasn't sure what she was ready for, and he would never push her, never again
"and there are benefits to that happiness
" still not sure if she wanted him to kiss her the way he wanted to kiss her, he settled for pressing a lingering kiss into her palm, though the smile she gave him made him shiver in longing. The waiter was bringing their drinks over to them, and so he let her hand go with an almost embarrassed laugh. "But
more on that later," she arched a brow.
"Later? We need to get back to the Normandy ASAP." He felt a rush of blood shoot straight to his loins at her implications
now he knew how much she wanted, and so the fun could begin.
"Ah, yeah, too late
our drinks are here and
I'm going to take my time," he replied with a smug smile. She knew instantly what his games were- she was on to him
but she could play along.
"What'd you call it? A sanity check?" he grunted affirmatively.
"Sanity check." Once the waiter left, she began to sip her wine delicately, raising an eyebrow inquisitively at him. She set her wine glass down after a moment, licking her lips. 'It's official. Those lips are torture.' He squirmed a little. Since when did his uniform pants feel so uncomfortable?
"So," she drawled, and he felt a long forgotten heat pool at the base of his gut at how her voice had dropped into that breathy whisper that she knew drove him mad. "Seeing as you and I have never technically been on a date before
how does a date with Kaidan Alenko end?" She rested a hand over his and laced their fingers together. As he was about to respond, she dragged her thumb nail against the inside of his palm, and he nearly hissed at a shot of blood jolted straight into his loins. It must have registered on his face more than he thought it had, because she smirked seductively at him, and that certainly wasn't helping things.
"Well," two could play this game. His eyes smoldered as he stared at her, and she felt herself grow warm with need, but managed to keep a steady face, for the most part. "Normally, I'd walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight before I headed home," he was trying his hardest to look innocent, but she wasn't buying it, oh no, not with him! "But
seeing as we both live on the Normandy
and considering we're both heading that way anyway-"
" she tried not to grin. Oh, she was being so very unfair to him
"I have some business on the Citadel that I need to take care of. A Spectre mission here, a few item drop-offs there, and then I can come back to the Normandy," the crestfallen look on his face made her unsure of whether she wanted to postpone her missions, or if she wanted to openly laugh at his evident need for her. She stood, and his face turned into a full-blown puppy dog pout. She wasn't going to leave him hanging, but she would leave him aching- that much, she was good at. He rose, either to stop her or walk with her, she wasn't certain.
"Shepard-" she placed her hands on his chest, pressing their bodies as close together as she could. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around her waist and hold her close. He hummed happily, having missed her being in his arms so much, it had left a literal ache inside him. Now, he felt
content, and he knew she did, too. She lifted her head so there was but a breath apart from them, her eyes inviting. "Samus," he breathed as he leaned in a little more. Just as their lips were about to touch, she giggled and ducked her head into his neck. "Hey-!" his protest died on his lips as he felt her kiss his neck, nipping at his pulse point. He moaned softly, his arms squeezing her closer. Just as he was about to pull the high collar of her dress back to return the favor, she pulled back, a devilish grin playing on those damned lips of hers.
"Don't worry, Kaidan
" she kissed the corner of his mouth, and slipped back too quickly for him to get a real kiss from her. "I'll meet you back on the Normandy in a little less than an hour, love." His heart warmed at her new pet name for him, though it only added to his current
frustration. "I'm just going to
take my time," turning his own words against him, was she? "But for now
I should go." As quickly as she had started this, she turned and walked away, her steps deliberately slow so her hips would sway just a little more than they normally would. He groaned in agony and need all at once as he watched her go.
She was going to be the death of him.
Taking my Time by EmberFalconWatch
©2012-2016 EmberFalcon
This...this was a bunch of fluff that I figured would set things up nicely for those extra steamy bits you've been wanting, dear readers! that, and I wanted to show a more playful side to their relationship.
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
hahaha, love it. XD
Oooh she's such a tease and Kaidan loves it. Haha.
Cant wait to read more.
Cant wait to read more.
This is fantastic, absolutely adore the way you write Kaidan. Looking forward to more!
you....again, you are a genius...a devilish genius, letting kaidan AND your readers wanting more... I just hope that all this teasing and waiting were worth it
anyway, I love this, it's sweet, tender and soo teasing
anyway, I love this, it's sweet, tender and soo teasing
...wanted to cry, to kiss her silly, to drag her back to the Normandy and lock them both in her cabin, and he found himself paralyzed with both elation and indecision....
I died after that. The whole thing was just so...sweet and...I don't know, relieving? My own heart flopped in my chest from reading it.
Shep is such a damned tease.
I died after that. The whole thing was just so...sweet and...I don't know, relieving? My own heart flopped in my chest from reading it.
Shep is such a damned tease.
Samus is the very definition of a tease...and Kaidan secretly loves it XD I'm gad you liked it, my friend! More is on the way!
I love this scene... alright lets face it I love all of Kaidan's scenes. But truly I love what you added. teasing eachother and just letting the suspense drive everyone crazy. You're a little bit evil.
*snickers* D'aww. Poor Kaidan, getting all hot and bothered because Shepard showed up to their little date in a dress xD. I was tempted to put on formal wear when my Shepard went on the date with him, but seeing him in his Alliance uniform I was like "Oh now they have to match!" :'3 that was so cute xD and really tormenting in the same fashion. I can't wait to see what happens when Shepard goes back to the Normandy, Kaidan waiting for her anxiously with his...soldier standing at attention x3 *snickers* I speculate a very wild night xD. Really liked the playfulness, I HATED that it ended with Kaidan grunting "Sanity check" in game lmao. I wanted to know what happened next, I guess it's meant to be left up to the imagination but..yea >.< I wanted a little bit more than a prude kiss on the hand. Psh. *pretends Kaidan scooted over and kissed Shepard properly when the camera paned away* :c there now I feel better. Great chapter, moar plz :3 <3
Oh, I have every intention of letting Kaidan get even...eventually. I am so mean to him XD
xD Psh he's sort of earned the teasing at this point, big doubtful mean man that he is. But yes, letting him get even would be scrumptious XD! And you're not the one being mean, Shepard is x3.
I just love the teasing, it was kind of an awkward moment when they both met, like they didn't know what to say or who would start talking, but when the tension was off is was very cute the way things turn out to be, I like that she left him waiting a little bit! He deserves a little punishment after all, LOL, but I like it, very detailed, funny, playful, lovable, Excellent work! Can't wait for the next one!
Thank you so much, my dear! Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter up soon!
Love it. I like that you expand on what the chars where thinking and feeling during the game. Poor Kaidan, Shepard is such a tease.
My Shepard enjoys teasing him so much, it's unfair. That man is going to have a heart attack one of these days XD


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Just to understand the workings of Spring transactions I want to know what happens in the following case where one method marked as
@Transactional calls another method marked as
Assume a the configuration uses all default settings.
public MyService{
public void myServiceMethod(){
public MyDAOWithUsesBeyondMyService{
public void getSomeDBObjects(){...}
Now if I were to enter
MyService.myServiceMethod() it would clearly start a transaction. Then, upon drilling into
myDAO.getSomeDBObjects() what would happen? Would the fact that a transaction already exist cause no new transaction to be born, or am I creating two transactions here?
The documentation (quoted below) on Propagation seems to cover this, but I'd like to verify my understanding, it was a little much for my virgin brain to comprehend all at once.
Propagation: Typically, all code executed within a transaction scope will run in that transaction. However, you have the option of specifying the behavior in the event that a transactional method is executed when a transaction context already exists. For example, code can continue running in the existing transaction (the common case); or the existing transaction can be suspended and a new transaction created. Spring offers all of the transaction propagation options familiar from EJB CMT. To read about the semantics of transaction propagation in Spring, see Section 10.5.7, "Transaction propagation".


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Thank you for being my friend.
And fitting into me end to end.
You're head is round, you're a doll, and a bon vivant.
If you pulled a Pinocchio -
I'd come alive with you.
And the world would see what badasses we would be.
Yes, I'd still be proud to say -
Thank you for being my friend.
Golden Girls Nesting Dolls by Ginger Williams, perhaps the greatest artistic achievement since Warhol commemorated Cambell's Soup. Simply awesome. The artist has pulled everything from her online store in order to prepare for a show, but hopefully these beauties will be available for sale in November - perfect timing for the holidays.
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TU's Klara Vyskocilova (left) and Ipek Birol (right) finished 1-1 in doubles at the All-American Championships.
Sept. 29, 2013
New Orleans - Tulane senior Klara Vyskocilova and sophomore Ipek Birol won their opening round of the pre-qualifying singles on Saturday, but fell short in the second round today of the 2013 Riviera/ITA Women's All-American Championships at the Los Angeles Tennis Center in Westwood, Calif.
Vyskocilova and Birol began pre-qualifying doubles on Saturday morning against Memphis' Skylar Kuykendall and Liza Tymchenko in the opening round and came away with an 8-3 victory against its former Conference USA rival.
Today, Tulane's tandem took on Miami's (Fla.) fourth-seeded team of Stephanie Wagner and Kelsey Laurente and came up short, 8-6.
"Obviously, we are disappointed that we couldn't close out today's match against Miami, but we played well and at this point in the young season that is all that matters," Tulane head coach Terri Sisk said.
Vyskocilova will begin singles play in the qualifying round, Oct. 1-2.


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Java and Chrome
By dannycoward on Sep 10, 2008
Google's week old Chrome browser is already stirring up interest, possibly to the detriment of Internet Explorer, and showed an early peak of 7% of some web traffic routes shortly after birth. The current Windows only download (a platform limitation at least one person finds embarassing but which we hope will be fixed soon) does not include default support for ubiquitous rich client technologies like Java or Flash (beware !).
But, as a foward looking technology, it only works with the very latest version of Java for the desktop - the much anticipated Java SE 6u10 release (get it here), which many people have described how to install.
And, of course, it works with the JavaFX Desktop SDK Preview, as Jim Weaver describes.


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This 220,000 square foot complex on Columbus Avenue, scheduled to open in 2016, will help transform Northeastern's research enterprise by providing state-of-the-art infrastructure, fostering collaboration across disciplines, and increasing the university's capacity to hire top faculty and academic leaders.
The six stories plus the basement will contain wet, dry, and computational research facilities as well as interactive teaching and learning spaces.
The glass filled atrium and the spiral staircase will put science on display and maximize the potential for serendipitous meetings between researchers.
The atrium floor, large enough to seat 200 for dinner, is surrounded by classrooms and a 280-seat auditorium; all designed to double as a conference center.
The typical upper floor features open, shared, flexible, and adaptable laboratory spaces complemented by offices, conference rooms, and informal collaboration areas.
A new curved landscaped pedestrian bridge, known as "The Arc", will span the rail corridor to connect the ISEC to the campus open space network and the existing science and engineering buildings.
Designed by Payette, one of the nation's most award-winning architectural firms for high-technology science and research buildings, the ISEC will be operationally efficient and LEED certified.


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On this show 12 celebrities pair up with professional dancers and compete against the other pairs in a dancing contest. Each week one pair is eliminated from the show.
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Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2014 by Matthew Kelly
Dario Robleto and the spring 2014 Materialist Poetry Advanced Sculpture Workshop
The Sculpture Program invited Dario Robleto to join the CCA faculty as the 2013-14 Viola Frey Distinguished Visiting Professor. His time was divided between the undergraduate and graduate programs where he worked with students on self-defined "materialist poetry."
Robleto creates most of his work by using embedded histories in his materials to build narratives of love and time. He often uses audiotape or vinyl to hint at a forgotten history.
In Words Tremble with the Thoughts They Express, one of Robleto's projects, feathers crafted from audiotape containing sounds of now-extinct birds lie in a display case with a vintage inkwell in the center.
The artist transforms charged materials by giving them a new form and function. They come together to create experiences that ask the viewer to confront relationships of the past and their history.
The Golden Record
Robleto visited CCA in February for a lecture hosted by the Graduate Studies Lecture Series that gave further insight on how his pieces function conceptually. The lecture centered on The Golden Record, a project by NASA to encapsulate human existence. The record contained songs from a wide range of cultures and instructions on how to find Earth, among other things.
The narrative Robleto derived from the project illustrated how intense human emotion can be embedded into an object. Included were heart and brain recordings of the project's creative director, Ann Druyan.
During the recording, Druyan contemplates life, death, and feelings in their purest form. She thought about everything from her newfound love, project director Carl Sagan, to the dark, hateful sides of humanity.
The team succeeded in packaging the story of humanity as well as the relationships they formed while working at NASA.
Robleto's reading of the record provided a poetic way to show how his work magnifies the buried past every object contains.
The Value of Visiting Artists
Visiting artists such as Robleto add valuable perspectives because their curriculum is relevant to the work they are currently producing. Their classes become a way for students to interact with the contemporary art world.
As a CCA visiting artist -- in conjunction with Headlands Center for the Arts -- Robleto has blazed a trail of opportunity for other local artists in residence. He has a seasoned ability to simultaneously work as instructor and professional artist.
While at CCA, he completed a residency at Headlands where he prepared for his next show, Setlists for a Setting Sun, at the Baltimore Museum of Art.
Robleto is represented by three galleries; Inman Gallery (Houston), Acme (Los Angeles), and Praz Delavellade (Paris).
About the Viola Frey Award
The Viola Frey Distinguished Visiting Professor award was created in 2003 to bring noted artists from around the world to teach as visiting professors at CCA and share their work with the Bay Area community.
Viola Frey was an internationally respected artist and leading figure in contemporary ceramics. She was known for her monumental, intensely colored ceramic sculptures, which explored issues of gender, cultural iconography, and art history.
Along with Peter Voulkos and Robert Arneson, Frey shaped and defined contemporary ceramics.
She joined the CCA faculty in 1965 and served as professor and chair of the Ceramics Program through 1999.


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The war in Iraq isn't over; far from it. Terrorists linked to al-Qaida have taken over a large swath or Iraq, including the towns of Mosul and Tikrit. This has sent residents away in droves, becoming refugees in their own land. President Barack Obama has pledged support for the Iraqi government in fighting these insurgents. He is exploring military options such as air strikes but is not yet committing to ground forces.
There are two essential problems here. The first is that, in eliminating the Saddam Hussein regime, a long lasting, stable, and democratic Iraq is nevertheless a long way off. After the lives lost and monies spent in getting to the point where that nation is at today, nothing short of doing all we can reasonably do to insure that noble goal is achieved can be considered a victory for humanity much less the Iraqi people. Nor will there be justice for those who gave their lives during the Iraq War, military or civilian. It appears that that means more war.
Yet perhaps the most difficult issues lie in the continuance of terrorism and the nature of Iraqi politics and society. An Iraqi immigrant who works in Detroit and wishes to remain anonymous explains: "Saddam had to go, no doubt about that. But what Americans don't understand is that there are people who only understand harsh rule. While Saddam was in power, despite how bad he was, the country was stable. It was because of his iron fist. There won't be democracy in Iraq without more of that for many years. It will be a slow process."
The lesson here is simple. Freedom means more than the absence of a despot, and is it won by more than good wishes, happy thoughts, and abstract political philosophy. We live in a concrete world and no amount of talk and thought will change that. We must be willing to act or anything we say will be held suspect by those who disagree with us. The sooner we learn this, the more we will actually be able to accomplish in this world.