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About the Book
"Eamon Javers has produced a remarkable book about the secret world of business warfare—a world filled with corporate spies and covert ops and skullduggery… An important book that has the added pleasure of reading like a spy novel." —David Grann, author of The Lost City of Z
Award-winning reporter Eamon Javers's Broker, Trader, Lawyer, Spy is a penetrating work of investigative and historical journalism about the evolution of corporate espionage, exploring the dangerous and combustible power spies hold over international business. From the birth of the Pinkertons to Howard Hughes, from presidents to Cold War spies, Broker, Trader, Lawyer, Spy is, like Legacy of Ashes and Blackwater, a first rate political thriller that also just happens to be true.
Today's global economy has a dark underbelly. Using cutting-edge technology and age-old techniques of deceit and manipulation, corporate spies are the hidden puppeteers of globalized business. They control markets, determine prices, influence corporate decisions, and manage the flow of data and information of some of the world's biggest conglomerates. In an age when international conflicts are as likely to be corporation versus corporation as they are to be nation versus nation, the actions of these remarkably efficient covert operatives raise a host of crucial—and frightening—moral and legal questions.
In his gripping, alarming exposé, Eamon Javers recounts the sordid history of this hidden world—from Allan Pinkerton, the nation's first "private eye," through Howard Hughes's private CIA, to the shocking realities of a vast modern-day spying network with tentacles reaching into virtually every corner of the globe.
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Critical Praise
"Eamon Javers has produced a remarkable book about the secret world of business warfare—a world filled with corporate spies and covert ops and skullduggery. This is an important book that has the added pleasure of reading like a spy novel." — David Grann, author of The Lost City of Z
"Eamon Javers is one of Washington's best reporters. In Broker, Trader, Lawyer, Spy, he has told a wonderfully readable tale with great characters and high stakes, and the dubious practices by corporations and intelligence agents he exposes are going to ignite an important public debate." — John F. Harris, author of The Survivor
"If only the mainstream press would follow Eamon Javers' lead and expose the powerful saboteurs and predators of the corporate underworld, this would be a different country. But it's not too late. Read this book and roll up your sleeves." — Bill Moyers
"Turns out there are far more cloaks and quite a few more daggers in this country than most of us realized. That's one of the many lessons of this terrific book. Eamon Javers is as talented a writer as he is a reporter. What a great read." — Tucker Carlson
"This is a must-read, excellent book." — Booklist
"From early wiretaps to the use of satellites, the author expertly explains how spies help clients sabotage corporate competitors or buy and sell stocks based on expected fluctuations in the price of corn." — Publishers Weekly
"Stunning, revelatory." — John Stewart, The Daily Show
Product Details
- Imprint: Harper Business
- On Sale: 02/22/2011
- Trimsize: 5.313 in (w) x 8 in (h) x 0.721 in (d)
- Pages: 320
- List Price: 15.99 USD
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Cyberduck is an open source FTP, SFTP, WebDAV, Cloud Files and Amazon S3 browser for the Mac. It features an easy to use interface with quickly accessible bookmarks. The outline view of the browser allows to browse large folder structures efficiently and you can quickly preview files with Quick Look. To edit files, a seamless integration with several external editors makes it easy to change content quickly. Both Amazon CloudFront and Cloud Files from Rackspace can be easily configured to distribute your content in the cloud. Many OS X core system technologies such as Spotlight, Bonjour and the Keychain are supported and a large number of translations makes you feel at home.
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A nice FTP app allthough it misses a powerfull file-queing functionality. Also I never figured out how to start a filetransfer w/o logging out.
It is free, it helps me with my FTP needs and it is very simple to use
I like this. Nice features for free. FTP is OK. SSH SFTP transfers are pretty slow.
Needs WebDAV support before I can commit to anything other than Transmit.
it is da BEST!
Never crash into a problem. Free! run fast!
Best free FTP client out there. Can do all the SFTP stuff to. Sadly it lacks WebDAV and sometimes SFTP can be extremly memory extensive and there is no resume on SFTP too :(
Cyberduck - almost as good and a whole lot cheaper!
I had problems too when I changed to the monolingual version. Changed back to the multilingual cyberduck - and everything works fine now (FTP and SFTP, several servers). Great program.
I almost gave up on this program... I liked the interface and I love using open-source software, but I was having a lot of connection issues with it. That is, until the most recent update. So far everything runs fine. There are still a few features that I would like to see added (some that other commercial/shareware software has), but for now, it gets the job done.
A very strange program.....it works some days and not others. By that I mean it disconnects randomly.
Other than the hickups, the program is great and is very easy to use.
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Grohe 32283SDE Stainless Steel Ladylux3 Prep Faucet WaterCare Dual Spray Pull Down Handle
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Grohe is a faucet leader in designing modern contemporary kitchen and bathroom faucets. Their faucets are best known for there smooth curve design and ergonomic handles. Grohe faucets truly take faucet technology and design to the next level.
- GROHE WaterCare - 30% Water Savings. IAPMO Green Certified
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WaterCare is a promise that Grohe, together with their customers, is helping to secure the future of this precious natural resource. Now with Grohe you can do your part and make every drop count. With Grohe WaterCare products, you'll reduce water consumption by up to 30%. Just look for the WaterSense logo.
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6 Questions from the Community
The Grohe 32 283 E WaterCare Single Handle Bar Faucet can be used with a NON reverse osmosis water filtration system.
Can this faucet be used with a water filtration system?
A. The Grohe 32 283 E WaterCare Single Handle Bar Faucet can be used with a NON reverse osmosis water filtration system.
Yes the Grohe 32 283 E does swivel.
Does the faucet rotate?
A. Yes the Grohe 32 283 E does swivel.
The Grohe 32 283 E does not have a certain required amount of room. Grohe does say that it comes with a 54" hose with 18-22" of actual pull.
how much space under the counter is required for the pull down hose assembly? thanks
A. The Grohe 32 283 E does not have a certain required amount of room. Grohe does say that it comes with a 54" hose with 18-22" of actual pull.
The Grohe 32 283 spout does not swivel and you would not be able to install the handle in the front.
Can the handle be front mounted; does the faucet swivel 360 degrees?
A. The Grohe 32 283 spout does not swivel and you would not be able to install the handle in the front.
The Grohe 32 283 E has a two position switch for the sprayer head and can switch between the two settings without turning the faucet off.
Can this faucet be locked into a spray then unlocked into stream without shutting off the faucet?
The Grohe 32 283 E has a two position switch for the sprayer head and can switch between the two settings without turning the faucet off.
The 32 283 E model is the eco model that has a slower flow rate.
What is the difference between the 32 283 and 32 283E?
The 32 283 E model is the eco model that has a slower flow rate.
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A Limited Lifetime Warranty is provided on all mechanical parts to be free from manufacturing defects in materials and workmanship under normal use for as long as the original purchaser owns their home.
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A Limited Lifetime Warranty is provided on all GROHE product finishes to the original purchaser against manufacturing defects in materials and workmanship. At its option, GROHE will repair or replace any part or finish that proves to be defective in material and/or workmanship under normal installation, use and service.
To obtain warranty repair or replacement the faulty part or product is to be sent along with proof-of-purchase (original sales receipt) from the original consumer purchaser to:
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This warranty is extended to the original consumer owner, but does not cover installation or any other labor charges and shall not apply to any products or parts of products which have been:
- Repaired by unqualified persons or not using original GROHE spare parts or altered in any manner unless previously authorized in writing by GROHE; or
- Damaged as a result of misuse, negligence, accident or faulty installation or maintenance; or
- Installed or used in a manner contrary to GROHE's printed instructions; or
- Damaged by the effects of dirt, limescale or aggressive cleaners.
This warranty excludes all industrial, commercial, and business usage whose purchasers are extended a one (1) year limited warranty from the date of purchase, with all other terms of this warranty. (See following for commercial products.)
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This warranty is limited solely to the above and this warranty and any warranties implied by state law will apply only for the applicable warranty period specified herein. Also, GROHE will not be liable for any loss, damage, expense or incidental or consequential damages of any kind, whether based on warranty, contract or negligence and arising in connection with the sale, use or repair of the product. Some states do not allow the exclusion or limitation of consequential damage or limitations on how long an implied warranty lasts, so the above limitations or exclusions may not apply. This warranty gives you specific legal rights, and you may also have other rights which vary from state to state. Unless otherwise contrary to state law governing the purchase, GROHE's liability will not exceed the contract price for the product claimed to be defective or unsuitable.


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Autism in the News – Friday, 10.22.10
Penn Hills Man With Autism OK After 7-Hour Search (Penn Hills, Penn.)
An extensive search for a missing man came to an end early Friday morning after he turned up OK in Penn Hills. Read more.
Rumer has it (Ireland)
New soul-jazz sensation Rumer addresses the family scandal that nearly overshadowed her music, finding fans like Burt Bacharach and her Irish roots with Ed power. Read more.
Animal welfare expert with autism to speak at KSU (Manhattan, Kan.)
A leading animal welfare expert who has autism will speak about her experiences next month at Kansas State University. Temple Grandin was the subject of an HBO movie that won several Emmy awards this year. Read more.
Parents' emotional plea for care respite (Brimbank Weekly)
Horror stories abounded at last week's disability forum for the western region, held 42 days out from the November 27 state election. Read more.
Young adults get help to fit in (Reporter News)
Chris Rodgers was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome while in high school. Read more.
October 22, 2010 at 12:21 pm
In reference to that the graph titled "Autism Prevalence on the Rise", it boggles my mind how prevalent the diagnosis of people with autism is today. Compared to what it was let's say almost 25 years ago, it reminds me of how tough it was growing up during 1990's and early part of this decade. To me being referred to as someone who was diagnosed with autism was considered to be a "death sentence" only about 15-25 years ago.


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I got an error that is related to that one mentioned:
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ERROR 2012-09-02 18:40:54.184 [tsMuxeR-12] Fatal error in process initialization:
java.io.IOException: Cannot run program "tsMuxeR": error=2, Datei oder Verzeichnis nicht gefunden
at java.lang.ProcessBuilder.start(ProcessBuilder.java:1029) ~[na:1.7.0_06]
at net.pms.io.ProcessWrapperImpl.run(ProcessWrapperImpl.java:132) ~[pms.jar:na]
So in a terminal I added th directory <PMS Install Directory>/linux to the PATH variable and started PMS afterwards. The binary tsMuxer was found as expected.
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cd /home/me/pms
I guess you could solve the the problem with not finding "linux/tsMuxer" by adding the parent directory of it to the PATH variable
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The suggested solution of putting linux/tsMuxer in your home directory works as long as you have your home directory in the PATH variable.


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The agreement is contained in a court filing Tuesday. It came in response to BP's argument that workers either burned the collected oil or shipped it to shore before it could enter the Gulf waters and that it shouldn't count in calculating the company's Clean Water Act penalties. The penalties will be in the billions of dollars.
The first phase of a trial is scheduled to start Feb. 25. It is designed to determine the causes of BP's well blowout and assign percentages of fault to the companies involved in the drilling project that went wrong.
The second phase will address efforts to stop the flow of oil from the well.
U.S. District Judge Carl Barbier noted Tuesday that neither party shall dispute the number of gallons collected "during Phase Two or later phases of this civil action."
A criminal settlement with the Justice Department in November didn't resolve the government's civil claims against BP.
A team of scientists working for the government estimated that more than 200 million gallons of oil spewed from BP's blown-out Macondo well from April to July 2010. That estimate included oil that was collected.


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DEAR CAROLYN: To preface, I'm a fairly neat person, not Monica-Geller-from-"Friends" clean (read: not neurotic), but I clean up after myself in the common areas as well as in my personal space. I do a more thorough clean every two or three weeks.
My roommates, however, are unaware of this and probably think there's some cleaning fairy that comes at night to clean (my) pots, pans and dishes that they use and don't clean. In the past, I've brought up the fact, very kindly, that we're all adults with busy schedules but that everyone should be cleaning up after themselves and keeping the common areas reasonably clean. The response: "Well, on weekdays we're just so tired after work we don't really want to clean anything." I've tried not to be too "mom-ish," but I think that ship has sailed.
They have now suggested that we all chip in for a cleaning service. I'm of the opinion that having a cleaning service is a privilege and you should know how to take care of things yourself before you start throwing money at a situation. I'm sure it wouldn't even cost that much to have a service, but it's the principle of it. I've explained that I already clean the common areas, as well as my own space, on a regular basis and it seems wasteful to me to pay for something that four able-bodied 20-somethings are capable of doing on our own.
Am I being unreasonable for not wanting to chip in for the cleaning service fund?
Anonymous "Mom" of the House
DEAR ANONYMOUS: I receive a lot of questions. My mind is set to "no" before I read Word 1, and I'm basically reading until something flips it to "yes."
Here's what has the power to flip that switch: "Having a cleaning service is a privilege and you should know how to take care of things yourself before you start throwing money at a situation."
Says who? Momica?
You make two breezy maternal references, but that sentence exposes the truth in the humor. You're presuming to raise these fellow adults you happen to room with. That's the function of the word "should"; you think both that there's a right way, and that you have standing to impose said right way on others.
I was with you on the frustration of roommates who use your stuff but don't wash it -- there's no excuse for them on that one. But their responsibility is to clean what they use.
Now, if you were merely saying you don't want to pay your money to contract out a job you're happy to do yourself, then you'd have both a good point and the standing to make it. But that's not what you said.
So now I have to say that if they want to pay someone, then they can pay someone. What you regard as a privilege applies to you alone, and beyond that is a rhetorical contribution.
In fact, throw principle to the wind (I don't get to type that often) and agree to the service, as long as it's frequent enough to make a difference, like weekly. Industry isn't the only virtue worth supporting; investing in domestic harmony sounds well worth the minor if grudging expense.
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Guns on mind of Marietta College president
Bruno wants firearms banned from campus
January 11, 2013
MARIETTA — The president of Marietta College is among 300 college presidents signing a letter asking national leaders to prevent guns on campuses and classrooms and to enact other measures....
A very good point made Gorilla. One would wonder that just maybe one of those 333,964 babies, would have grown up to be intelligent enough to solve this problem without infringing on our rights. And can you imagine, that was just one year of killing human beings. It is horrible what happened in that school, but there has to be a better solution. Bad guys will not turn in their guns!!!
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So …. When is the letter to the Federal Government going out about a more dangerous item that kills more people every year than guns……? The Hammer! The highly educated and wealthy people of this country need to save the rest of us from this mean and dangerous looking item.
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Law Center - Gun Violence Statistics reported the United States gun violence claims +/-30,000 lives anually, according to the U.S Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
Planned Parenthood reported a record number of abortions in 2012 as America's largest abortion provider performed a record of 333,964. Who knows the number of abortions outside of Planned Parenthood.
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What will it take for people to understand that anyone who is intent on doing evil, will do so regardless of a sign posted on an entryway. Evil doesn't care about signs or laws. Evil will do harm simply because it can. Signs that are posted on doors that prohibited firearms are essentially advertisements for criminals and the mentally ill. They say, "Hey, nobody here can defend themselves. Come rob, rape, murder here!" Take away law-abiding citizen's rights to carry, then you're left with the people who don't care about laws with all the guns.
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Joseph Bruno, hear me well. If you are concerned/paranoid about the safety of your students and faculty, have a 20 ft. high chain link fence with razor wire on top installed around the perimeter of your campus. Hire armed guards to strip search anyone who enters. Turn the campus into a fort if you want, that's your prerogative. But do not, and listen to me well, try to establish rules for the community as a whole that will infringe on our Second Amendment rights to own and bear any arms of our own choice. You, as a private citizen, have every right to voice your opinion concerning the gun issue, but when 300 college presidents gather together en masse to attempt to influence lawmakers to enact legislation that would infringe on our Second Amendment rights, it is tantamount to open conspiracy and treason.
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So the campus police will do away with their sidearms???
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Here's another story the MSM 'missed'; h ttp://w ww.breitbart.c om/Big-Journalism/2013/01/10/Media-Ignores-Story-of%20Gunman-stopped-by-armed-teacher
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We're well into the holiday season now. And while the holidays are joyous, they can also be expensive. In fact, at this time of year, many people make spending decisions they end up regretting. But you can enjoy the holidays and still stay on track toward your financial goals by following a few simple guidelines, including the following:
• Set a budget - and stick to it. Whether you're buying gifts or hosting holiday parties, you need to establish a budget and not exceed it. The people to whom you're giving gifts and entertaining do not expect you to dig yourself into a financial ditch on their account - and they wouldn't want you to do so, either.
• Compare prices. With some searching, you can almost always find less expensive versions of those gifts you're considering. But a word of caution: The earlier you start hunting for bargains, the better your chances of finding good prices.
• Watch for "after-holiday" sales. The best bargains typically appear when the holidays are over. While these sales may not benefit you this year, they can prove quite valuable if you decide to "stock up" on gifts for the next holiday season.
• Don't over-use your credit cards. Try to limit your credit card purchases over the holidays. If you must use a card, at least pick the one with the lowest interest rate - and do the best you can to pay off the card quickly. Over the last few years, Americans have actually done a pretty good job of lowering their household debt levels - and that's definitely a movement in which you'll want to participate. Keep in mind that the higher your debts, the less money you'll have available each month to invest for retirement, college for your children or any of your other financial goals.
• Avoid dipping into long-term investments. If you find yourself coming up short when dealing with holiday expenses, you may be tempted to cash out at least a portion of your long-term investments. But this should be avoided, for at least two reasons. First, depending on the account you're tapping into, you may face penalties, fees and taxes. Second, and perhaps even more importantly, you'll be depriving yourself of resources you had earmarked for your key goals, such as a comfortable retirement. Of course, you may eventually be able to replace the funds you've withdrawn. But in the meantime, you've lost out on the growth potential these investments may have provided - and that period of lost opportunity typically cannot be regained.
• Build a "holiday fund." It might be too late for this year but, once the holidays are over, set up a special account for next holiday season. Even if you put in only a small amount each month, you'll be pleased with how much you can accumulate in a year. Keep the money in a liquid, low-risk account - one that's separate from any money you use for your normal day-to-day expenses.
By following these suggestions, you may be able to take some of the stress out of this holiday season - and possibly even brighten all the other seasons of the year, too.
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Georgetown College International Programs connects Georgetown with the world by supporting the internationalization of campus and providing opportunities for Georgetown students to expand their global experience.
International Programs is housed in the historic McCandless House, on the southwest corner of campus. Equipped with office and classroom space, a kitchen, and lounge area, McCandless is a home away from home for students and site of many of the campus activities sponsored by our programs. Stop by and visit sometime; we'd love to chat and help you make a personal connection with the world, right here at Georgetown!Email International Programs


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A delicious plum apricot puff pastry tart recipe from Sara's Secrets.
Giada's amaretto-iced cookies are bursting with apricots and nuts.
Bobby Flay reveals what goes into the amazing Hang Town Fry omelette.
Chocolate, apricots, cranberries and cashews make up this delicious treat.
Debi Mazar, Gabriele Corcos & family pull together to create a great meal.
Michael uses a traditional Italian fruitcake, panettonne, in his stuffing.
Michael serves his fruit compote with Gorgonzola and Cheddar cheeses.
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About the Book
Editor-in-Chief of the Washington Papers Project Edward G. Lengel delivers an entertaining and erudite history of America's Founding Father. In Inventing George Washington, a captivating counterpart to Lengel's General George Washington: A Military Life, the historian looks at Washington's life and writings, at the creation of his mythos, and at what his legacy means for our nation and ourselves.
An entertaining and erudite history that offers a fresh look at America's first founding father, the creation of his legend, and what it means for our nation and ourselves
George Washington's death on December 14, 1799, dealt a dreadful blow to public morale. For three decades, Americans had depended on his leadership to guide them through every trial. At the cusp of a new century, the fledgling nation, caught in another war (this time with its former ally France), desperately needed to believe that Washington was—and would continue to be—there for them.
Thus began the extraordinary immortalization of this towering historical figure. In Inventing George Washington, historian Edward G. Lengel shows how the late president and war hero continued to serve his nation on two distinct levels. The public Washington evolved into an eternal symbol as Father of His Country, while the private man remained at the periphery of the national vision—always just out of reach—for successive generations yearning to know him as never before.
Both images, public and private, were vital to perceptions Americans had of their nation and themselves. Yet over time, as Lengel shows, the contrasting and simultaneous urges to deify Washington and to understand him as a man have produced tensions that have played out in every generation. As some exalted him, others sought to bring him down to earth, creating a series of competing mythologies that depicted Washington as every sort of human being imaginable. Inventing George Washington explores these representations, shedding new light on this national emblem, our nation itself, and who we are.
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Product Details
- Imprint: Harper
- On Sale: 01/18/2011
- Trimsize: 5.5 in (w) x 8.25 in (h) x 0.93 in (d)
- Pages: 272
- List Price: 25.99 USD
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This is a fantastic place to find some great local microbrews.
- PepTravels (on tripadvisor)
C'est What is Toronto's cultural ambassador offering a diverse menu of comfort food made from scratch with real honest ingredients alongside an unsurpassed selection of local craft beer, wine, and original music. We are Toronto's "local".
As Toronto's preeminent craft beer purveyor and original craft beer and wine restaurant, we offer Toronto's best choice with 42 craft brews on tap - including eight on cask, fine whiskies from the world over, and a select all Ontario VQA wine list.
C'est What is located in the cellar of a historic 19th century building in the St. Lawrence Market area. Casual, warm, and inviting, our Old Town charm appeals to Bohemians and Bay St. bankers alike.
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by Ryan Kennedy - November 26, 2010 11:21 AM UTC
The shrewd workings of Carolina GM Jim Rutherford is helping to balance his team for now, without sacrificing a promising future.
I like what I'm seeing from the Carolina Hurricanes this year. Not so much in the short-term on-ice sense - the team has been quite average and has an odd proclivity of either blowing out or getting blown out by opponents - but rather the direction they're heading.
by Ryan Kennedy - November 19, 2010 12:30 PM UTC
Central Scouting and the International Scouting Services recently released updated rankings for 2011, so we break down the trends.
Draft rankings are never set in stone, so it's not surprising the two major players in the hockey world – International Scouting Services and the NHL's own Central Scouting Bureau – have posted shake-ups on their recent releases.
by Ryan Kennedy - November 12, 2010 1:35 PM UTC
The top 3 in early rankings for the 2011 NHL draft don't include an OHLer, but that doesn't mean the league has seen a drop in potential talent.
It's well established that major junior leagues go through cycles in terms of NHL prospect strength and the most recent trend has been utter dominance at the top of the pile by the Ontario League.
by Ryan Kennedy - November 5, 2010 10:20 AM UTC
In ranking prospects for the NHL, their size or lack thereof is still a key component and you don't have to look far for proof.
In interviewing various scouts and NHL brass this week, an interesting thread began developing in my conversations: While the clutching and grabbing has vanquished from the "new NHL," the idea that size no longer matters is still a contentious one.
by Ryan Kennedy - October 29, 2010 1:35 PM UTC
It's well documented that rushing a player to the NHL can stunt his development, so the Islanders were smart to wait on their fifth overall pick.
Many of the kids who jumped straight from the 2010 draft to the NHL will be staying the duration of the season, including Carolina's Jeff Skinner and Boston's Tyler Seguin.
by Ryan Kennedy - October 22, 2010 1:00 PM UTC
While some markets are struggling to attract attendance, a new wave of hockey stars from non-traditional markets are starting to flourish.
The week in hockey has been marked by record-low attendance numbers in locales such as Columbus, Atlanta and Phoenix. The fact that two of those franchises are part of commissioner Gary Bettman's Sunbelt initiative, while the third was created during the NHL's last stage of a rapid decade of expansion, lends credence to those who regard Bettman as a Canada-hating villain or, as ESPN's Bill Simmons famously wrote, a plant sent by NBA commissioner David Stern to keep basketball ahead of hockey in the sports landscape.
by Ryan Kennedy - October 16, 2010 8:50 AM UTC
There's a huge difference between pulling in an AHL salary and an NHL salary, so players who move back and forth between the two have to watch their finances carefully.
For every aspiring hockey player, the dream is to suit up in the NHL. It doesn't hurt that jumping from the minors to the big show also comes with a pay bump often in the range of 10 times the old amount.
by Ryan Kennedy - October 15, 2010 12:16 PM UTC
Cheering for a team that hasn't won since 1967 is all part of the fun and refusing to change allegiances is what being a fan is all about.
Let the record show that on Thursday, Oct. 14, the Toronto Maple Leafs were the best team in hockey, all by their lonesome. With a pristine 3-0 record, the Buds would be joined at the top that night by Dallas, Nashville and Tampa Bay, but it is worth mentioning nonetheless.
by Ryan Kennedy - September 22, 2010 12:19 PM UTC
As future Hall of Famer Teemu Selanne gears up for one more season, he thinks the Ducks have what it takes to compete.
It's something he has mulled over and sometimes come close to doing ever since the Anaheim Ducks won the Stanley Cup in 2007, but Teemu Selanne believes this will be his final season in the NHL.
by Ryan Kennedy - September 8, 2010 3:40 PM UTC
If the Maple Leafs want a fighter for their AHL team, why would they turn to Michael Liambas, who doesn't bring any other on-ice intangibles to the table?
I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the Michael Liambas situation. Liambas, formerly of the Ontario League's Erie Otters, became infamous for fracturing the skull of then-16-year-old Kitchener Ranger Ben Fanelli on a gruesome hit that was, at the least, an extreme case of charging.
by Ryan Kennedy - August 25, 2010 1:15 PM UTC
A recent hot topic at the World Hockey Summit, the CHL came under fire from European constituents for reasons that just don't fly.
It goes without saying that having hockey strong in a number of nations is great for the sport, but it's tough to hear the potshots at North America coming from across the pond lately.
by Ryan Kennedy - August 18, 2010 11:20 AM UTC
With the most recent Cup-winning captain being only 22 years old, it's continuing a trend that's seeing the new wave of stars taking over the game.
In the basement of the Duchene house in Southern Ontario's cottage country, Colorado Avalanche center Matt Duchene has a section of the floor dedicated to his workout equipment.


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He could hear footsteps; Galadriel's light, brisk tread, the almost soundless whisper of her skirts, and her breathing; swift, a little ragged. It broke off in a gasp. The footsteps stopped in front of him. Just for a moment he was utterly overcome and could not move. His wife stood before him, and he could not bring himself to look at her. So long he had been torn in two, frozen, famished, that he had ceased to think of the pain as pain. Its ending broke over him in a blizzard of joy. Four Ages of the world without air, and finally he could breathe. Tears pricked against his sheltering palms, and some emotion, too vast for him to name, shuddered through him. Just to be here, close enough to touch! Long he had lain dormant in the dark earth, drenched with cold rain, but the sun had returned and brought forth life.
It took all his courage, but he looked up at last and saw, through the dazzle of his lashes, a face that had haunted his dreams for ten millennia. Yet he had not remembered it as so very beautiful. Her shining eyes were wide and shocked, her lips half parted, as though she too felt that sudden, immense relief in his presence. No longer saddened, no longer diminished, bowed down with weariness and the constant struggle against the call of the Sea, she looked blazing and brilliant as she had been in Doriath, as she had been in her youth, when - like Feanor, like Fingolfin - she thought herself the equal of Morgoth and the whole world hers by right. She was a delirium of beauty, glory, strength and vanity, and - seeing her - he wanted to laugh with joy. He beamed instead. "Galadriel."
The sound of his voice broke the stillness which had lain between them. She shook herself, as though breaking from a spell, and her eyes flashed as she drew herself up to her full height, lifted her fist and slapped his upraised face with all her strength.
Working at the forges had not weakened her arm - the blow made his ears ring and, for a heartbeat, took away his sight. When it cleared he found her already in retreat, turned on her heel and hurrying out of the door. Not sparing Finrod - who had wisely made no move - a glance, he launched himself to his feet and pursued.
Galadriel no longer knew quite why she was so angry, or from what she was running. It seemed important to get away, almost as it had seemed during the Rebellion - to get away from something which threatened to stifle her, to take her life out of her hands and constrain her will. She needed air, freedom, space and time to think. A moment's unwelcome reflection told her that she had had far too much of these things already. Barren, empty space and endless, lonely time, these were the torment, these she should flee. Yet she could not stop her feet nor the wild, ecstatic fury which bore her on.
Oh she was too subtle, knew herself too well, to believe that she really desired to get away. But let him think so! Let him suffer as she had, not knowing, every day for untold years, whether he would ever arrive. Nights of secret weeping drowned her memory; a bleak, dark tunnel of healing denied, solace withheld. How could she be well when her own husband did not love her enough to set other things aside and be with her? How could she receive Valinor's blessing when she had left half of herself in the wilderness of Ennor?
Finally she had convinced herself that it did not matter. That their marriage had come to a natural end, and she should not mourn but go on into the future, hoping for a new beginning. Then! Then he chose to come! Just when she had achieved some serenity. And she was expected to take him back, without demur, without reproach, as though her ten thousand years of pain somehow did not count?
She was well aware that he followed her now. Her mind refused to contemplate the black pit of rejection if he had not.
Did he think he could just walk back into her life whenever it pleased him, and she would be waiting for him, passive, grateful, like a good little wife? She was a Queen, a daughter of Kings, and she did not need him. She did not.
"Galadriel. Please!"
He caught her trailing sleeve and stopped her. Turning, she snatched it back out of his grasp, but did not start walking again, instead folding her arms about herself and looking away. She had fled into one of the small meditation gardens and found herself contemplating a dark yew hedge, where grounded raindrops glimmered golden among the fleshy, coral berries. Her chest was tight and tears threatened. Valar! Not tears! Just when she was trying to be so righteously angry. No one undermined her control or made her act so stupidly weak as he did, curse him!
Out of the corner of her eye she was aware of him - the deep indigo of his tunic, a spill of hair over his shoulder like a bright comet across a winter sky. She let him turn her gently to face him, but would not take her gaze from the garden; distracted, almost overwhelmed by his closeness and touch. How had she forgotten that he was strong as the earth itself - dark and secret and solid, a haven, a safe place to be. For so long she had been lost on the ocean, abandoned to every swell and storm, scorched by sun and salt. Now she could come to land, now she could have shelter, if she would only let herself.
"Why did you not come to me?" she said, and heard her voice quaver shamefully. He should be weeping, not she!
"I did," he said, with the soft puzzlement of a man who has not understood the question. "I am here."
At so wrong an answer, she laughed harshly and shook his hands off her, anger spiking into a desire to hurt him as much as she possibly could. "You love me not. Not at all, nor ever have!"
He made some noise of protest at this, inarticulate in denial, but she gave him no time to pull his scattered thoughts into words. "Your own precious Ennor is all that matters to you, and I a very poor second. I will not be second!" Treacherously, emotion gagged her at those words, and as she struggled to find her voice, he breathed in, sharp and angry. They stood so close she could almost feel his outrage as her own.
"And I? I who for long years was second to your glory, your rule, your power, your fame, your Ring? Is my pride of less account than yours? I bore it for you. I was content. Do not dare tell me I love you not. For I do! You are my soul, Galadriel. But I cannot help having other duties, other tasks, even - yes - other things which are beloved to me. Perhaps if you loved me more you would accept me for what I am."
Now she wanted to slap him again, but to do so would mean looking at his face, and she could not risk it a second time. Seeing him gaze at her with such hope, so sweet a smile, his eyes bright with unshed tears - it had almost been enough to rob her of her rage at once. Such joy in him at beholding her! And she had forgotten how very fair he was. Her hand yet tingled from where she had touched his skin. "So you abandon me for ten thousand years to live alone, and I am wrong to resent that? What makes you assume you are still wanted? I have built a life without you, which you invade. Perhaps I want you here no more? Why do you just take for granted that I..."
"I take nothing for granted." He began sternly, then broke off, shook his head, and walked away a few paces, his back to her.
With a feeling of panic she followed him - she must not let him get away, or he might never return. "Celeborn!"
He turned and looked at her, and this time she met his gaze, her ire faltering at the depths of anguish she saw in his eyes. He believed her. Man-like, he took her words - the weapons of her anger - for the literal truth, preparing himself to yield to her will and leave. There were two paces between them and it was an abyss. "I presume nothing," he said softly, "I know I am owed nothing." He caught his breath in a small, soft gasp, such as she had once heard him utter when a crossbow bolt was dug from his side, and rubbed both hands over his face. Already there bloomed a faint bruise on his cheek, where she had struck him. "I thought," he began, wearily, "only to start afresh. Perhaps to court you again. To hope that, in time, you might come to feel for me something of what you once did."
Swaying backwards, he took one more retreating step, and laughed, unhappily, looking now not at her but past, to where the statue of Manwë stood in splendour at the centre of the garden. "No... not even that, in truth. I just wanted to see you. As a man in shadow longs for the stars, I yearned only to look at you again." His sight glanced over her once more, desolate but resigned. Dignified in misery. Her own pain suddenly seemed a small matter to her in the light of his. "If your love for me is ended, I know who to blame. And it is not you."
"Oh!" Wanting to punish, she had gone too far, cut too deep, and she could not see that wound without yearning to comfort. He did love her. He did. Or he would not have been so hurt. Closing the gap between them with three hurrying steps she wound her arms about his neck, and buried her face in his hair. Light and steel and strength and silver surrounded her. "O Valar. I meant it not! I did not mean it."
Whether he was bemused at this sudden reversal, or too used to her to be altogether surprised, he reacted at once, pulling her close with frightened, frantic zeal. They clung together, and if she sobbed into his shoulder it was with the comfort that she was not alone - grief and joy shuddered through the chest, pressed against hers, as he too wept in her arms. "It was so long!" she gasped, struggling with the tides of too much emotion, trying to explain. "You were gone so long. And I did not know..." She turned her head so that her tears could soak into the fine, expensive velvet. The embroidery of his collar had left a pattern of intricate interlace embossed into her chin, and she rubbed it smooth once more, trying to breathe. "I did not know if you would come at all. I could make no plans, let go of no grief, because I did not know."
"Like Amroth," he said, and sniffed hard. His voice firmed as he spoke, and his hand came up to rest on her hair, tentatively beginning to work free the many pins. It made her smile a watery smile. He never had been over fond of her elaborate crowns of braids. "We could not mourn properly for him because there was always the chance he still lived. I understand. Yet no more did I know, from day to day, whether or when the Sea-Longing would come, or the Land release me. I could not say yea or nay. And I cannot count how many times I cursed myself, and every Vala from Elbereth to Araw, for my fate."
"I will not tell them," she said, and fought against a desire to snuggle closer, close her eyes and stand thus until the next rainshower, or a few hundred years had passed. Instead she pushed him away. Only far enough to look fiercely into his eyes, her hands sliding down to rest at his waist. She was not going to take the risk of letting go, so soon after having caught him at last. "Never go away again."
"Where we go," he said, his composure as fragile as hers, but his determination no less strong, "we will go together."
This slight adjustment of the pledge was not as much to her liking as that he should promise to remain by her, wherever she chose to be, but she supposed it was fairer. It was, in any case, the best promise she would get from him. "Where I go, you will follow," she clarified gravely, nodding. It took no thought to make such a promise, not after the barrenness of these last Ages. "Where you go, I will follow. We will go together."
Celeborn pulled her close once more, marvelling. Sometimes it was as though she held the spirit of all three clans within her, and one never knew which would come to the fore. Where he had expected fire and iron, he had encountered water in tempest. He understood that she needed him to be a harbour, to brace himself and take the storm, until the waves could fall back and the sea lie calm within his encircling arms. But sometimes, he thought, shakily, she did not know her own strength, she did not know how close she came to breaking him.
Now she was as placid as a sunlit bay - light dancing from the gentle swell, lissom and warm in his embrace. He could feel her breathing against him, their hearts settling together into a mutual rhythm. With her scent about him - sandalwood and honeysuckle - like an aura of enchantment, her lips against his neck, and the damnable hairpins digging into his face, he began to think that he was not so unnatural a Teler after all. Did he not love this sea, dangerous as it was, in all its moods?
Opening his eyes to bestow a smile on the poor, manicured hedge, he caught the glint of harvest gold in the dark yew archway beyond the statue, and Finrod's face, framed in the curve of Manwe's palm. Caught in the act of peeking around the leaves, Finrod looked comically embarrassed. And well he might, thought Celeborn with no real rancour. Though the day had begun with so much irritation, at this moment he had forgotten how to be annoyed. "I swear you are the nosiest elf I ever met," he said, and grinned.
Raising his hands against his sister's imperious, questioning glare, Finrod held his ground. "Forgive me. I wondered if there were not one or two casualties here, who might require my help. That seems not to be the case. I'll go and leave you in peace."
"As you see," said Galadriel, with a poise that quite belied the streaks of tears on her cheeks, her unravelling hair, "we are well. But, if you would be of help, go to Celebrimbor instead. Though he will claim not to need you, I would not have him alone. This is a harsh thing for him, and in the very day of his triumph."
Much though Celeborn would have preferred not to think of Celebrimbor at all at a time like this, her concern for the smith provoked only a brief, habitual spark of resentment. It was her compassion at work - that empathy and kindness in her which had saved her from becoming another Feanor. To honour it, he knew he should be generous himself. "Wait," he said, as Finrod turned to go. "I have a thing to ask of him, a task that I cannot do myself. One that needs his genius."
He had intended to ask Finrod himself, but Celebrimbor - whatever else his Rings proved - had shown himself able to control time and the fëar of Men, and the very earth itself. Having just completed one astonishing device, might he not now be eager for a new challenge? And would it not give him something to think on, other than Galadriel?
"He will be delighted to have you in his debt, I doubt not." Finrod paused, tall and golden as a candle-flame in the shadow, his body all elegance, but his face full of curiosity. "If you feel it worth the fact that he will remind you of it until the end of time. What thing is this?"
How to start? He unwound his arm from about Galadriel's waist and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. She gave him in return a look of level judgement, which taught him hope, at the same time as reminding him how close he had come to losing all. It had been, perhaps, not the best time to broach this subject, but at least she would not have cause to accuse him of falseness when it did come out. Let her hear all, so that his plans could become their plans forthwith.
Her curiosity won out over the sense of slight that he had some secondary purpose. "Perhaps we should sit down together. It is chill here. Let us watch the evening sun go down over Tirion."
Following one of the mosaic paths, where orange-trees nodded, their glossy leaves spread, bearing golden fruit and pale, sweet flower on the same branch, they came out of a heavy stone door into a meadow. It was, Celeborn knew at once, carefully tended and designed to look wild, and he felt a small quirk of private laughter at the strangeness of the Noldor, who strove so hard for an effect they could have achieved by doing nothing.
The ground sloped away from them, and a breeze bowed the wildflowers, as though they genuflected towards the tower of Mindon Eldalieva, which bordered the view in a tall stroke of cloud-white stone. The mead ended with a line of lilac trees, their canopies heavy with violet, white and royal purple flower, as though it was spring, while the meadow's blond ripeness spoke of harvest. The timelessness of it seemed dizzyingly wrong; a nausea and weariness of artifice, and Celeborn sighed as he sat on the smooth marble bench, placed where the argent light of the tower would most perfectly counterpoint the golden blaze of sinking sun.
Galadriel sat next to him, reserved and carefully still. It took little empathy in him to know that she waited in a space of readiness while her thoughts caught up with the turmoil of her emotions. He felt the same. A long separation had come to an end. But what did that mean? What of the future? What were they to do now?
Finrod squeezed onto the bench with them, and Celeborn took the opportunity to nudge closer to his wife. The curve of her hip touched his as he shifted sideways, and her warmth washed over him, brighter than the falling sun. He sighed again, this time with content, and smiled at Finrod's quizzical look.
"Do you not miss Mankind?" he began, electing to come at his proposal by a flank attack. The whole Noldor nation had suffered so much the last time this idea was brought up, he would frighten them away by being too plain. "Finrod, Friend of Men."
Finrod gave a wry grin and brushed at a singed spot on his tunic skirts, where they had caught a spark. "I do at times." His eyes took on a loremaster's look, of unfocussed, inward questioning. "In considering any proposition it is hard to say whether we think a certain way because it is correct, or simply because we are Quendi, and our flesh shapes our minds. Men were... a mirror in which we could see our own faces. Without them it is harder to understand who we are. I learned much from them - Beor and Barahir, Beren, Haleth, Andreth. All of them."
"They feel the same, you know," said Celeborn. Though he had not Finrod's patience with the realm of ideas, this thought had caught him a number of times. "They remember us. They remember you, as a god, come from over the sea to bring wisdom. And they yearn with all their hearts not to be alone in creation - the only thinking, speaking creatures. They send messages of goodwill out into the Void, hoping that someone will hear. They miss us."
"How does this concern you?" said Galadriel sharply, as if she already understood his purpose. The shoulder which pressed against his tensed, and her eyes grew chill.
It was not a good start, but she had not yet drawn away from him, so he answered. "They are our family; Arwen's heirs, our distant grandchildren. The time is past when our presence might have kept them from growing into their strength. The purpose of that ban is achieved. Why should we now be apart? We are Iluvatar's children - sons of the same father. We would be enriched by being together."
Shaking his head, Finrod stood. His eyes were wide and fearful and his paces buoyed with painful energy. "You are suggesting another exodus? A way to lead the Sindar - or all of us - back? Can it be that you do not remember what happened the last time this was done?"
"The Valar would not permit such a thing," Galadriel said with certainty, the tone of her voice carrying both disapproval and personal hurt. "They are tired of having to rescue us." Her bitter words about being second in his affections echoed for a moment in the undertones of her voice.
Celeborn shook his head and put an arm around her waist, reaffirming through touch what he did not know how to say. "I do not suggest that. My desire is for... a small thing, a small chink of light to flow from one world to the next. Not a road but a... a Straight Path, if you like. For one or two to tread, no more than that - to go and come back." This was not proving as easy to explain as he had hoped. Perhaps the idea was as incoherent as his expression of it. But he had to try. "My grandfather is left behind, lost. There are those I would like to be assured were being searched for, to bring them here at last. Some quiet friendship might be re-established with Men, for all our sakes. And I... I am incomplete without that soil beneath my feet."
Fear had faded to pity, and he knew that one or both of them were now going to tell him that Ennor had to be forever forgotten on entering Aman, that that was just how it was, and though it was hard, he would get used to it. He had come prepared for that argument, with an answer from ancient lore. "When the elves first came to Valinor, did they not grow sick, deprived of the air of Middle-earth? And were not the defences of the Pelori opened, just a little, so they could remain? It is so with me. I need the ability to go back to enable me to thrive here. If this is true of me, may it not also be true of many Avari, many Houseless Ones, who linger still in Ennor? So many more would come, if it was known they could return, or even depart to the stars, did it not suit them here. This is not death, which must be the end of all hopes and duties, nor a prison, as Feanor claimed. So why should it not be possible to leave, and return, when we will?"
Galadriel softened at this, now that she understood that he was not seeking to abandon her again, nor to force her, by means of her promise, to a darkened world whence once she fled. Though her face had remained Queenly, thoughtful throughout, the rigid disapproval of her muscles slackened, telling him of relief, and she leaned, pliant against him. "This is a more modest ambition. And I cannot say it is impossible for the Valar to agree with it. They themselves sent Glorfindel back - they have set the example for us."
Finrod chuckled and perched once more on the bench's arm. "I suppose we, who wish to sail to other worlds, should not be concerned if you want to walk to one. I will speak to Celebrimbor and see if it can be done. But long ere he finishes such a device I will want to hear that you have spoken with Manwe himself and received permission. No more of Mandos' Judgement on our House!"
In the War of Wrath Celeborn had seen Morgoth Bauglir brought out in chains from Angband. Though captive, he was like a mountain walking - a shape of smoke and dread, his mere presence a torment. Manwe was greater still. To the Sindar, a figure of distant, indifferent power. World-breaking, and without tenderness for those who dared to live outside his over tame, garden kingdom.
"I have little liking for Manwe," he said, "and scant faith in the charity of his spirit, to hear the words of this dark-elf nobody, thrice left behind." He would stand before Manwe like Beren before Thingol, doubtless - a rustic, overcome by splendour, cast down by his own lowliness, struck dumb with wonder. Yet did not Beren achieve his aim in the end? No less can I do for my family, my people. If I have to challenge Manwe as Fingolfin challenged Morgoth, they shall not be forgotten. "Nevertheless, I too have had my fill of Doom. It shall be as you say."
Finrod's light footsteps faded away, and the meadow was full of the rustle of grass. A scent of orange blossom wound through the breeze. Further down the hill, a family were eating on their balcony, watching the sunset. The smell of their roast duck and heady wine floated into the evening with chatter and soft laughter. A skylark sang one final song ere the night, but a flitter of small bats were already wheeling about the glittering rooftops; comical things, like tiny, huge eyed foxes on wings. Celeborn breathed deep and let the breath out in a great sigh. Beside him he could feel the rise and fall of Galadriel's ribs as she did the same. The smile that for many minutes had lurked about him now crept onto his face. Peace. He was at peace.
Many times in Lorien, and their older kingdoms, had they sat like this; on the edge of a flet or a tree branch, legs dangling over a fatal drop, side by side and content. Touching and breathing, and looking out into the sky, while the busy serenity of the land, the sun's warmth, and their closeness built a quiet understanding between them, deep and smooth as Esgalduin, on whose banks they had first pledged their love. Sometimes words were not needed.
But this was not such a time. Galadriel shifted on the bench so that they sat facing one another, their knees touching, but otherwise apart. Misliking the separation, he took her hands. Nenya had always been spiky against his palm when he did this, and its absence was a jolt of meaning, of revelation that made his heart race.
"You seem to have taken on many tasks, my lord," she said, half amused, "since arriving here. Do you think you will accomplish all?"
"I hope," he replied, gravely, "that we may be able to accomplish them together. As Finrod has pointed out, the curse is over. No doom now lies between us, no ring, no god's curse nor arcane power. What we begin now we may build for the rest of time, perfecting it. There need be no more pain ahead. No more ruin."
She lifted her head like a hound who scents the chase, and there was a fire in her eyes that he had seen often, in the very early days. "I heard what you said to Finrod. Noldor and Sindar and Teleri united in a quest for the stars. Your brother and mine working together on the ship, and you and I working together to unite our peoples, to end the troubles, to open a great future for all."
A familiar clench of dread filled his stomach at that look, her restlessness having taken her away from him too many times. He was rooted by nature, and she a wanderer. The lifting of Mandos' Doom did not change that in either of them. "Would you desire to go with the explorers?" he asked, bracing himself.
The vision of future greatness shimmered into oblivion before her, and she laughed, released from its song, turning on him a gaze which him warmed him through with ancient affection; a love preserved unstained by Valinor's grace. "Sometimes," she said, gently "but if I had a home and husband here, I would always return. And you? Would you desire to return to Ennor and take up your rule there once more?"
Relieved, delighted, he too laughed. Perhaps - without doing violence to either of their natures - this could work after all. "Sometimes. But not to rule. To give advice, to search, to speak... But if I had a home and wife here, I too would always come back."
Deep golden light lay on the land as the sun sank, seemingly beneath their feet. The wind died and the dark, glossy leaves of the citrus trees ceased their hiss and murmur. There was, for a brief moment, profound silence, before one of the diners lifted up an untrained voice, sweet but thin, in the traditional hymn of farewell to Arien. Freeing a hand from her grasp Celeborn stroked back a loop of spilled hair from Galadriel's cheek. Soft as fur, heavy as gold, the glint of Laurelin's light shone there still, more beautiful than the sun, and he felt, as always, honoured that she let him touch her, half closing her eyes in bliss to feel the caress of his fingers on her face.
"I must speak of all of these things with Elu," he said, trying not to disturb the quiet. Whispering almost. "Come with me? He has longed to see you, and Melian too has missed you, who has need of a friend at this time."
"I would have gone," she gave him a rueful, tender smile. "But that I could not bear to see a place so like Doriath, where no Celeborn dwelled. The outward picture of my own emptiness." Her eyes narrowed, daring him to be amused, or to disbelieve the rhetoric, but he held his silence, and she laughed again, pleased. "I owe them both a long visit. So yes, I will come there with you."
Reluctantly, he combed his fingers once more through her hair, then drew away to untie the bag he had brought with him, lashed under tarpaulins in his small boat, carried over his shoulder on eagle back, and tucked into his saddlebags for the journey to Finarfin's house. Just as she feared mockery for saying something so foolishly romantic, so this gesture - which had seemed fitting when he planned it - now felt awkward, embarrassing, bearing too much of his soul for censure. He looked out to the early stars for courage, but they were wan, in a sky washed pale by the white beacon on Mindon Eldalieva. Even the heavens, here in Tirion, were tamed for Noldor pleasure, to reassure those who feared the dark.
"I could not live in Tirion," he said, and wondered how he had intended to say this. Probably not with those words, but they were out now and could not be recalled. "It is so airless, so over-tidy..." Dipping into the smooth leather bag, he brought out a double handful of small nuts, about the size of an almond, silvery and shapely, with a fine curve any gem-smith might have admired, and poured them into her lap.
"Mellyrn," she said, marvelling. Looking up, her eyes were full of pleasure and memory. The Golden Wood's fairness had not been Nenya's doing. Only its ruin could be laid at the Ring's door. No, it had been beautiful because there the trees were loved. He remembered each one by name, and knew that she did too. "They were a marvel of Numenor, so Gil-galad told me, and none came hither ere that land foundered. With all its perfections, there have, until now, been no Mallorn trees in Valinor. Whence come these?"
"They are the last seeds of Lothlorien," he said, touched by her wonder. "When I knew the wood was fading, weakened beyond my skill at healing, I gathered them to give to you. Four Ages of the World they stayed with me; a hope in my pocket, a pledge that love might conquer distance and sundering, that one day we would be together once more."
"Oh!" her laughter this time was mixed with tears. But even he, insensitive as he was, could tell these were blessed, a paradox of joy. She wiped them with her unbound hair, and they clung in the ends like glittering diamonds. "Tell me your desire," she said. "Tell me what you want from paradise."
Kneeling, like a liegeman to his king, or more, like a man proposing to his bride, with some of that same sense of fear and floating ecstacy, Celeborn looked up at his wife's face, for once shorn of all its masks and open as a girl's. "I want... to face the future, to do all these new tasks with you by my side. I want to make us a country, somewhere in Ardh-in-Eledhil, or an island - if you prefer - half way between your people and mine. Somewhere where both our hearts may rest."
She did not move, and he fell silent, wondering if he had said aught wrong, what she would reply. In the pause a blacksmith's hammer in the distant town rang a staccato rhythm, counterpoint to his anxious heart. "May we not build a home together," he insisted, "and plant there the seeds of old trees? May not new growth spring from the fruit of what once was?"
In reply she shook her head, and his spirit lurched in sudden pain. But it must have been a gesture to clear her thoughts, not of denial, because in the next moment she leaned forward and took his face between her hands. Softly she kissed his bruised cheek, and then his lips, light as the first butterfly of spring - the fair promise of a warm summer.
"We may," she said. "Yes we may. And at once."
Despair fell away and hope soared to meet the stars. He stood and drew her up beside him, returning the kiss with tenderness, as decorous as he should be, considering that this was Finarfin's house, and they stood in public view on the side of the hill. Yet his heart thrilled within him, and he was well content. For the first time in millennia sure where he belonged.
"Indeed," he laughed as they began to walk back to the house together, overcome with relief and brimming over with enthusiasm for his new life. "Let us begin this instant. I have rested long enough, and need no more healing." The stars and the Straight Path, talks between Celebrimbor and Galathil, the Eluwaith and the Noldor, a country to build and nurture and govern. Valinor was not the end he had feared, but a hundred new beginnings, bright with untainted hope. "No more delay. There is so much for us to do!"
The End.
Author's Notes
The idea of a 'Straight Path' to Valinor, along which a person might walk, if they only had the right token, came from Philosopher-at-Large's observation that the Elf-King, and the Elf-Queen in 'Smith of Wooton Major', might be Celeborn and Galadriel in another guise.
The elf-king - normally humble, but with quite a temper when he gets riled - who wanders the world of mortals in disguise, and allows one or two to find the way to Faerie by means of a fay-star; and the elf-queen - awe inspiring, gracious and as lovely as a dancing maiden in the springtime - do seem rather familiar.
This was written (partly) as a sort of 'Smith of Wooton Major' tie-in. It amused me to think that the fay-star, if it was a device made by Celebrimbor to allow passage from one realm to the other, might well be made in the shape of the Star of Feanor, which he also put on Moria's West Gate. A sort of gesture of family pride that would have the added benefit of annoying the hell out of his old rival ;)
Thanks to Reviewers of Chapter 7:
Wellduh: On the subject of racism among elves rubs hands . Well
actually there seems to be quite a lot of it. The elves were originally
created in three seperate clans - Vanyar, Noldor and Teleri. Everyone
loves the Vanyar, who are shiny and blond and holy.
Then some of the elves travelled to Valinor and some didn't. The ones
who didn't even start the journey became known as the Avari, and
everyone looks down on them. The Noldor and Vanyar arrived first, so
they look down on the Teleri, who got there last. But some of the
Teleri were left behind (when Elu Thingol was lost, they stayed behind
to look for him). They became the Sindar, and all of the elves in
Valinor look down on them because they have never seen the light of the
Two Trees in Valinor - so they are 'Dark elves'.
So, as far as Celebrimbor is concerned, Celeborn is his inferior
racially (because Celeborn's Teleri), culturally (because Celeborn's a
Sinda 'dark elf') and intellectually, because he's a genius and Celeborn
isn't. Which all makes it much, much worse that Celeborn got the girl
and he didn't :) Poor bloke!
Thanks AngelQueen! Celebrimbor probably is more clever, but he's just
far less wise - in the mode of brilliant scientists who do incredibly
stupid things because they have no common sense. Do not fret - happy
ending achieved! :)
Lirenel: g Of course, Celebrimbor won't be able to land on Pluto. But Celeborn - who is 'faded' to the point where no external force can harm him - will be perfectly happy anywhere without a space-suit. Another reason for them to need at least one late-comer from Ennor on the team :)


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Gordon, Kreutzmann & Kimock,
Friday, 09/21/2007
One Love Gardens, Kilauea, Kauai, HI
Set 1: Jam > No Expectations, U.S. Blues -> Lost Highway, So Lonely -> Car Carrier Blues -> Jam -> She Caught the Katy and Left Me a Mule to Ride, White Freightliner Blues -> Cumberland Blues, Pressure Drop[1] -> Just Kissed My Baby > Alphabet Street
Set 2: Jam -> I Got Loaded[1] -> Jam > I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water, Goin' Down Slow > Foundation, Doin' My Time, Into the Mystic -> Drums -> The Other One
Encore: Weekly Time
Encore 2: Looking at the World Through a Windshield, Bring It On Home To Me
[1] Sue Schick on additional vocals.
Notes: This gig was billed as "Tropical Jam III." Mike provided lead vocals for all songs. Sue Schick (now Sue Gordon) provided additional vocals on "Pressure Drop" and "I Got Loaded."
Musicians: Mike Gordon, Bill Kreutzmann, Steve Kimock, Sue Schick (Gordon) (Guest)


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Liver hemangioma (he-man-jee-O-muh) is a noncancerous (benign) mass that occurs in the liver. A liver hemangioma is made up of a tangle of blood vessels. Liver hemangioma is sometimes called hepatic hemangioma or cavernous hemangioma.
Most cases of liver hemangioma are discovered during a test or procedure for some other condition. Most people who have a liver hemangioma never experience signs and symptoms and don't need treatment.
It may be unsettling to know you have a mass in your liver, even if it's a benign mass. There's no evidence that an untreated liver hemangioma can lead to liver cancer.
In most cases, liver hemangioma doesn't cause any signs or symptoms.
When a liver hemangioma causes signs and symptoms, they may include:
However, these symptoms are nonspecific and may be due to something else, even if you have a liver hemangioma.
Make an appointment with your doctor if you experience any persistent signs and symptoms that worry you.
It's not clear what causes a liver hemangioma to form. Doctors believe liver hemangioma is congenital — meaning that you're born with it.
Liver hemangioma usually occurs as a single abnormal collection of blood vessels that is less than about 1.5 inches (about 4 centimeters) wide. Occasionally liver hemangiomas can be larger or occur in multiples.
In most people, liver hemangioma will never grow and never cause any signs and symptoms. But in a small number of people, liver hemangioma will grow to cause complications and require treatment. It's not clear why this happens.
Factors that can increase the risk that liver hemangioma will cause signs and symptoms include:
Women who have been diagnosed with liver hemangioma face a risk of complications if they become pregnant. The female hormone estrogen, which increases during pregnancy, is believed to cause some liver hemangiomas to grow larger. A growing hemangioma can cause signs and symptoms and may require treatment.
Having a liver hemangioma doesn't mean you can't become pregnant. However, discussing the possible complications with your doctor can help you make a more informed choice.
Medications that affect hormone levels in your body, such as birth control pills, could cause complications if you've been diagnosed with liver hemangioma. But this is controversial. If you're considering this type of medication, discuss the benefits and risks with your doctor.
Most liver hemangiomas are discovered during a test or procedure for something else. If it's thought that you have a liver mass, you may be referred to a doctor who specializes in the digestive system (gastroenterologist) or one who specializes in the liver (hepatologist).
Here's some information to help you get ready for your appointment and to know what to expect from your doctor.
For liver hemangioma, some basic questions to ask your doctor include:
Don't hesitate to ask any other questions you have.
Your doctor is likely to ask you a number of questions, including:
Tests and procedures used to diagnose liver hemangioma include:
Other tests and procedures may be used depending on your situation.
If your liver hemangioma is small and doesn't cause any signs or symptoms, you won't need treatment. While you may be worried about leaving a liver mass untreated, in most cases a liver hemangioma will never grow and will never cause problems.
Your doctor may schedule follow-up exams to check your liver hemangioma periodically for growth if the hemangioma is large.
If a liver hemangioma grows large enough to push on nearby structures in your abdomen, it can cause signs and symptoms and may signal that you need treatment. Liver hemangioma treatment depends on your situation, such as the location and size of the hemangioma, whether you have more than one hemangioma, your overall health, and your preferences.
Treatment options may include:
Procedures to stop blood flow to the hemangioma. Without a blood supply, the hemangioma may stop growing or shrink. Two ways to stop the blood flow are tying off the main artery (hepatic artery ligation) or injecting medication into the artery to block it (arterial embolization).
The healthy liver tissue is unharmed because it can draw blood from other nearby vessels.
Learning that you have a liver hemangioma — even a small, dormant one — can be unsettling at first. You may be worried about whether your liver hemangioma is growing or whether it will cause complications in the future. With time, you may adjust to living with a liver hemangioma. Until you find your own ways of coping, consider trying to:
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December 3, 2005
Some folks in Hephzibah are worried a neighbor isn't feeding his horses. In fact, they say the horses have gone ten days without food. The Department of Animal Services is on the case examining the health of these horses. News 12 is on your side with more on what they've learned.
Grady Rice is an animal lover and he isn't happy about the horses across the street.
"It's been nine days that there's been no hay whatsoever out there for 'em," Rice said.
It's why he and several other neighbors have complained four times to Animal Services, saying the owner, Harry Osbourne, isn't feeding them.
"Horses are eating bark off of trees, anything they can get to eat. They've eaten everything on the ground that was edible," Rice said.
Officials visited the home on Willis Foreman Road and took pictures.
"It doesn't look underfed, it's legs are nice and full," said Randy Teasley, Interim Director, Animal Services.
Interim Director Randy Teasley admits the horses look to be one hundred pounds underweight, but that is nowhere near life threatening.
"The animals haven't gotten any worse. They haven't gotten any better, but they haven't gotten much worse. They're not emaciated or anything, they're just a little underweight," Teasley said.
And the owner himself, who didn't want to go on camera, says he takes good care of his pets, as much as his neighbors may not agree. His only mistake, says Teasley, is feeding the horses only once a day instead of twice.
"You gotta start somewhere, you know? I think they deserve a chance to correct the problem," Rice said.
"We can't go in and impound animals without probable cause and probable cause would be the life would be threatened," Teasley said.
In the meantime, a veterinarian has one week to examine the horses and fax a report to Animal Services. Whatever happens, Rice says he's satisfied that someone is taking the reins.
And officials admit winter is a tricky time for horse owners. It's when the green grass turns brown and the animals need more nutrition. Horses should be eating oats, barley or other commercial-type feed twice a day. They should also have access to anytime they need it. If you have any questions, you can call Augusta Animal Services at 790-6836.


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As you may know by now, I subscribe to the Paleo method of eating. I like to focus on total body fitness, not just cycling fitness. So, good eating habits is something that I stay focused on just like I focus on riding a bicycle. Good eating habits, I believe, make it possible for to ride harder and train harder and recover faster. Not to mention that eating right will probably cause your body to lose unnecessary weight.
Anyway, Paleo does not recognize bread or pasta as food that our body was designed to process. In fact, processed grains not only do not have any nutritional value, they actually have what are known as anti-nutrients. These anti-nutrients remove nutrition from your body, so they have a net negative nutritional value. That is not good especially for cyclists that like to push themselves to their limits on a regular basis.
The absence of breads in my diet is missed sometimes and I just want something like bread to eat. Unprocessed ground flaxseed makes a great base for a great Paleo bread that has no anti-nutrients. My wife Mel is a fabulous cook, and she just whipped this up a few minutes ago. It is called Flaxseed Foccacia and it is a flatbread that slice up into sandwich size squares.
If you would like learn more about bread and grains and anti-nutrients, here is an article with a great explanation.
Flaxseed Foccacia
2 cups ground flaxseeds 1tsp baking powder (not paleo) 4 eggs 1⁄2 cup water 1/3 cup olive oil Salt
Pre-heat oven to 180degrees Celsius, fan-forced. Place dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl and combine well. Add water, olive oil and eggs and mix well.
Line a baking tray with baking paper and pour in flaxseed mixture, run a spatula over the mixture to create an even layer with 1-1.5cm thickness.
Place in oven for 20min, or until cooked through.
NOTE: If you would prefer not to use baking powder, separate 2-3 eggs and beat the egg whites until stiff peaks form, then fold into the Foccacia mixture. This will help in aerating the mixture.
Do you like eat healthy? There is so much mis-information out there about nutrition that it is really hard to tell if you are actually eating right. What do you think?


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Oh Look Who's Trying to Steal the Raunch Crown from Queen Miley
2/26/2014 6:00 AM PST, by Sarah Taylor
No doubt that Beyonce's new track, "Partition" is catchy. It's not bad. Yeah, she doesn't do a whole lot of singing in it -- it's more like grunting and Bey-rapping and sass -- but that's become Beyonce's style as of late. However, the raunch factor is pretty high, and it's starting to feel like trashy is bey-coming girlfriend's schtick ... and she doesn't quite realize that Rihanna and Miley Cyrus have respective corners on that particular market.
Come to think of it, even if the video isn't visually disturbing -- because no lie, it's hot -- the message is what could be construed as even further detrimental to Beyonce's message of undying feminism. Check out the lyrics:
Driver roll up the partition please/ I don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees ...
Oh he so horny, yeah he want to f---
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinsky-ed all on my gown
I just wanna be the girl you like, the girl you like
Why are you so concerned about being the kind of girl he likes, Bey? Doesn't that go against everything you've been peddling over the years about how it's all about you, and how you feel about yourself in your own skin, and not relying on another person to validate you to the point where you want to be something that you might not be? Yeah, it's just a song -- but come on. Let's do some real music here, girl. We know you've got something better hiding than this simpering, sexual alter-ego, right? It's getting old fast, friend.
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(WOMENSENEWS)--I can't put a date on when the first survey arrived in my mailbox, but I remember feeling dazed and bleary and so it must have been within a few months of my son's birth. I opened the envelope. The "National Institute of Infant Nutrition" had selected me to take part in a study of "the breastfeeding and formula-feeding habits of American households."
"We greatly appreciate your time in helping us with this important research," said the letter.
Dutifully, I ticked off the pertinent boxes and sent it back.
Months later the same survey came again. Better rested this time, I noticed that most of the questions dealt with when and why I might have started buying formula. A Web search for "National Institute of Infant Nutrition" turned up nothing but questions from other puzzled moms.
Finally, the leader of my local La Leche League chapter confirmed what I had begun to suspect: What at first glance seemed an impartial scientific survey was in fact market research for a formula company--specifically, Abbott Labs, the Columbus, Ohio-based pharmaceutical conglomerate that makes Similac.
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I wasn't exactly surprised. New parents quickly learn that their spending habits are catnip for marketers. Abbott obtains the names and contacts of new parents from Experian, the global credit group. Any time a pregnant woman signs up for free samples of formula or a maternity clothes giveaway or even a hospital photo service, that information can be collected, analyzed and sold.
Still, the survey's fake name and the obscuring of its real purpose rankled. Many moms, breastfeeding or not, would not go out of their way to help a formula company increase its market share. Abbott sends out approximately a million surveys each year, with a response rate of around 20 percent, according to a 2006 article in the journal Pediatrics.
How many of those 200,000 moms have time to dig around and understand how their information will be used?
"People fill this out thinking that it will help other babies, but that's not true. It's market research, not scientific research," said Marsha Walker, a registered nurse and executive director of the National Alliance for Breastfeeding Advocacy, based in Washington, D.C. "It's deceptive, and that's just plain nasty when you're dealing with new mothers."
Helpful Side Effect
Deceptive it may be, but for decades the survey was also the most reliable authority on breastfeeding in the United States. The Ross Mothers Survey, as it was originally known, is the oldest in the business. In 1954, amidst a generational shift to formula feeding, the makers of Similac began a systematic study of infant feeding practices. The survey has continued uninterrupted since then, growing in size and frequency. From the beginning, the survey asked mothers if they breastfed in the hospital and the percentage of their baby's nutrition that comes from breast milk, formula or other foods.
The data collected by Abbott was so steady and its sample size so large that it eclipsed other, more sporadic attempts to monitor breastfeeding rates. As recently as 2000, the Atlanta-based Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, known as the CDC, used the Abbott data as the baseline for national breastfeeding goals, as defined in its Healthy People 2010 report.
"When you look at the Healthy People indicators, no other area relied on the private sector," said Dr. Laurence Grummer-Strawn, chief of the nutrition branch of the CDC. "There was definitely a sense in the CDC that the government needed to collect its own data."
Finally in 2007 the CDC began to monitor breastfeeding through responses to the National Immunization Survey. Grummer-Strawn said he hasn't seen Abbott data in years.
Question of Ethics
If there is no larger purpose to the Abbott survey than market research, why mislead respondents with the scientific-sounding mission? Hollie Andrews, a public affairs manager for Abbott, says that use of a pseudonym (the survey has also gone out as The Research Institute of Mother and Child Care) is necessary in order to obtain "unbiased" information.
"It is standard practice in consumer market research to either use a third-party supplier or other title where respondents are 'blinded' to the actual research sponsor," she said.
Such practice has limits, however, according to Michael Hyman, a professor at New Mexico State University at Las Cruces who studies the ethics of marketing research. He says that while surveys may leave out the sponsor's name to prevent biased responses, they should at least give a general description of the sponsor and how the information will be used.
"The issue here is about consent. I need to know enough to make an informed decision to participate," said Hyman. "Bottom line: Marketing research should never be done in a way that compromises the public's trust."
Personally, I don't have a problem filling out marketing surveys; sometimes they ask interesting questions. But I don't like to be duped. Next time the "National Institute for Infant Nutrition" appears in my mailbox, it's going straight to the diaper pail.
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Roger and the other members of the Swiss Davis Cup team around Severin Lüthi will play the team from the USA in the first round of the Davis Cup World Group. The rubber is scheduled for February 10-12, 2012. The Swiss team will be able to profit from home field advantage.
The last meeting between the two countries goes back to 2009 in Birmingham, with the Americans taking home a clear 4-1 victory.
Best of luck to the Swiss DC Team! Allez, Roger!
Can't wait! I hope the American team plays well and that Suisse wins. Love them all, I say.
that's too funny, ***SHIV08SPYDER !
that's too funny, ***SHIV08SPYDER !
We have to wait until Februsry seems like a long way off but hopefully it will be televisied here in the U S I will still be your number one rooting fan but of course I hope the Americans give a good showing and it will be a terrific match. Hope to see you sooner playing somewhere have to watch my recordings to get my Federer fix.
Americans saying that the draw is 'Roddickulous. Isner nothing we can do about it? Nah, lets go to dinner. We having Fish tonight.'
I am American, but I will definitely be rooting for you, Roger!
My best wishes for Roger, Swiss team and Switzerland!!!!
best wishes!!!
Wish you the best of luck for 2012.
We cannot wait to see your 2012 schedule. Trusted it's wisely planned.
All the best for the rest of year
We cannot wait to see your 2012 schedule. Trusted it's wisely planned.
All the best for the rest of year
You can do it, Swiss Team! Despite the US lineup, some of whom have been, as more newcomers, overheralded. At least we can expect good linecalling and umpire decisions, and adherence to the rules.


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