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A slang term for the anus, or as I like to call it, butthole. It is the tight sphincter that cuts the pooh as it leaves your body. Sometimes it is also the opening that men like to place their cocks inside for great pleasure.
After taking a dump and wiping my pooh cutter, Billy lubed up and slid his hot cock inside me for some hot pooh cutter sex.
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On your loader?
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Today I was moving my 53 ft van with the 1K, don't think it would have gotten done with a wanna Bee loader.
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I am aware that some fabricator's solution to all problems is to throw more steel at it. Not me.
And did you notice the wide track? While most apiary forklifts are way too tippy; just try to roll this rig. Give it your best shot.
You would have to veer off the side of the road over an embankment to roll the Grabber.
There is a story floating around about a local beekeeper that unloaded his brand new articulated forklift in his driveway which was on an incline and rolled it on its side within 20 feet of the trailer due to the incline and tippiness of his brand new rig.
A forklift with a wide track and very low center of gravity serves the beekeeper very well!
I have exactly ONE hive more than than you.
That makes my opinion beyond dispute!
FYI, Bobcat has some articulated wheel machines, which make for a smoother turn less rutting things up.
Off topic a bit, but does anyone know the 'legality' of towing the towable lifts (like Harrys) in California?
Hey Mike, didn't Pat H. run the same, at one time?
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Yo Keith. I'll see your Swinger and raise you a Gehl. This sucker will pick up your loaded Swinger without a problem. Check out the price and the location. Less than you may have paid.
"People will generally accept facts as truth only if the facts agree with what they already believe."- Andy Rooney
I saw several others being towed around during almonds ,so they are still being used. I like towing them locally rather than trailering, but never was sure about how legal that is. Maybe the cops dont know either.
Mike, I am aquainted with a beekeeper in Glenn CA that has 5 towables. 3 Nissans and 2 double fork monsters made from Ford one tons. They do a lot of buisness loading and unloading and placing. None of their towables are licenced.
They have been in business for several years. Doesn't mean that's legal, but they are all over your area during almonds, unlicenced.
In Oregon, we licence ours as "Fixed Load Trailers" for one very good reason:
In Oregon, A fixed load trailer does not apply to your GCVW. This means that you can load your truck to the very last gram of it's licenced capacity AND tow the forklift. Or, if you are busted for overweight, the forklift is not part of the equasion.
Goofy, but we'll take whatever we can get!
I have exactly ONE hive more than than you.
That makes my opinion beyond dispute!
Thanks for the info,Harry. I bet the double fork monster is fun, especially if you hit a bump!
Guess I will just keep on doing what I'm doing, and not worry about it till someone says different. I like the Oregon law.That would be helpful.
"People will generally accept facts as truth only if the facts agree with what they already believe."- Andy Rooney
Wollard makes equipment for the military ,not just our military either. I don't see how you can compare the Hummerbee to the Swinger, the Swinger is such a better built piece of equipment.
Clear Lake Wi. / Sebring Fl.
did you get one Trevor?
[QUOTE=Trevor Mansell;816359 I don't see how you can compare the Hummerbee to the Swinger, the Swinger is such a better built piece of equipment.[/QUOTE]
HHmmm, Jimmy... you hear that?
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I know the swinger dosen't come in different colors, but when you look at the axels ,the articulation joint ,the thickness of the steel . The thing is built to last. Again I am not trying to pick on the Hummerbee but its basically a 30 year old design . Im only giving my 2 cents because I was going to buy a Hummerbee until I looked at the Swinger, and would advise anybody thinking about a new loader to take a good look at the Swinger.
Clear Lake Wi. / Sebring Fl.


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Re: YLOD REPAIR GUIDE (NEW)
Congrats! Was easier then you thought eh?
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I got the YLOD recently and I'm planning to use the guide. Thanks for poting it gilksy!
What's a flux though? It's not on the PDF and it's on the YouTube video guide.
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i didnt use your guide but was watching you fix a yellows of death ps3. i made sure too watch all the videos, specially the noclean flux one and used 4 1/4 washers on heat sink clamps. and it worked thanks...
noclean flux 12.00 a pen
arctic silver 5 7.30
heat gun 30.00
4 1/2 washer .36
altogether it was less then 68 dollars w/shipping
sony should go public about the ylod or atleast charge less for repairs.
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"I'm not in the business. I AM the business."
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quirmche wrote:
TRMario wrote:
I would like to ask someone who has done this. Did the YLOD happen again?
I did two in mid July one is still going fine the other I sold and the buyer just said it went ylod again.
Well, I received back from the buyer of my ebay repair and sure enough it "yloded" again. (I made a new word, ha!)
Anyway, applied the gilksy1 method (thank you again, sir) Wha La ... fired right up! This time I used the no clean flux.
My question is this, how do I get this fix to last longer?
PS. The other of the two I did has continued to work since I originally applied the gilksy method....so lasted over a month now.
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Just wanted to say thank you once again, almost a month now and its still running great. what an awesome guide.
That and i wanted to help this thread up to the top again.
Amazing how people kudo people just because they agree with them, but when it comes to some really really usefull information you only get a few.
Thanks again!
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To all the Canadians in the thread:
I performed the fix yesterday and it cost me a total of $2.29...err....no....$2.69.
I followed the 6-part YouTube video...right up to the point where I needed to clean the components.
Then I went to Shopper's Drug Mart and purchased a bottle of isoproyl alcohol (rubbing alcohol). Total cost: $2.29
I then drove over to Canadian Tire and purchased a $90 MasterCraft heat gun (with a digital readout). It comes in its own carrying case...and it isn't sealed in any plastic or anything that needs to be damaged in order to open it.
So I carefully opened the heat gun, used it for the two minutes required by the video, then re-packaged it...and returned it to Canadian Tire for a full refund. Apart from the two minutes of use, I returned it in the EXACT condition and EXACT packaged state as when I purchased it...so they could just put it back on their shelf. No loss for them. And no loss for me.
Actually, they charged me $0.40 when I returned it -- becuase I forgot to return the Canadian Tire money that they'd originally given me with the purchase. Oh well.
And my PS3 has returned from the dead.
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Guys, please don't try this. It works but is not worth going all that trouble just for 3-4 hours of game play… then you will get the YLOD again. It works don't get me wrong but for couple of hours or even days . Just send it to SONY if you really want to play for a long time….
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Guys, please don't try this. It works but is not worth going all that trouble just for 3-4 hours of game play… then you will get the YLOD again. It works don't get me wrong but for couple of hours or even days . Just send it to SONY if you really want to play for a long time….
All sony does is take parts that havent failed yet from other systems that were sent in and combines them. The chances of you getting it again are high also


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In TWIV 173, you talked about a study on antibody levels to bird flu (H5N1) in various populations, and related this to infections that don't cause serious enough illness to send someone to the hospital, or perhaps to get them tested for H5N1. I was curious whether some of the people with antibody to bird flu might have been exposed to the virus, but not ever infected. It seems like people who worked with poultry could be exposed to enough virus particles that even if they don't replicate in the human body, they might still develop antibodies to them. Is this plausible? Since this is a gastrointestinal virus in birds, would droppings from infected birds be the main source of virus particles someone might be exposed to? If this explains some of the antibody against bird flu in the population, it should affect the estimate of how lethal the virus is when it does manage to infect a person.
A related question is: if we are worried about a potential H5N1 pandemic, would it make sense to add a related strain to our yearly flu virus, so that if it did start to spread, there would at least be some level of cross-reactive antibodies in people who'd been vaccinated?
Thanks again for your wonderful podcast,
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I am a young student working on viruses in Heidelberg university, I am interested in Influenza and in viruses in general. I was watching the recent academy of sciences meeting in New York, and I just wanted to thank you so much for the position you took in the meeting, and I just could not convince myself against the idea that the real reason behind camping against the publications is anything but scientific, it might be political or whatever reason but I feel it is not based on scientific basis, since from my small experience in virology at least there are lots of experiments that might be far more dangerous than what have been done, and it might be helpful for me if you could give me your thought about that - of course if you have time for that
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Meet Clayton de Wet, sound design alumnus and Foley producer
Clayton de Wet has been interested in sound and sound effects since he can remember, and has always picked up on audio details others miss. As a child, he aggravated his mother by refusing to watch the revamped versions of his favorite classic 1960s cartoons. "Since they had switched voice actors, I could tell and felt betrayed that those weren't the characters that I knew and loved," says Clayton. "She was like, 'It's the same thing!' And I was just like, 'Nope.'"
By the time he was in high school, Clayton was certain he wanted to work with sound in movies, though he wasn't sure how to make that happen. He looked into two of the only programs in the U.S. focusing on sound for film and decided to go with SCAD. "At the other school, you start the sound program in your junior year and they only take a certain number of students," says Clayton, explaining his choice. "So you may go there for three years and not even get into the program you came there for."
In his undergraduate studies, Clayton worked on numerous student films and took advantage of SCAD's status as a Digidesign Certified Pro School to become Pro Tools certified, an industry-recognized credential that speaks to Clayton's advanced skillset and comfort with crucial sound design software. As his graduation neared, Clayton decided to seek an M.F.A. to perfect his skills and dive into his specialization within the field. He looked into other programs, but ultimately decided to stay at SCAD. "I already had developed such a close relationship with professors and other students," says Clayton. "I'd gotten so much out of really specialized attention, both from other students and from professors. I wanted even more of that one-on-one time to hone my craft."
Clayton also appreciates that the program emphasizes concept rather than focusing exclusively on technology and technical knowledge. "The facilities absolutely are important in doing what we do and we use them all the time. Not one room is ever left unused," says Clayton. "But I think the true strength of the department is in teaching core concepts in addition to particular pieces of computer software, because technology will always change, but we learn the concepts relating to those technologies, which will always remain the same."
Clayton has made certain, however, not to neglect technology while refining his grasp of sound editing concepts. He has accrued experience across several software packages, and has tested his knowledge in the contexts of production sound mixing, sound effects editing and Foley, the creation of background sounds for films. He has put these skills to work on projects ranging from the student-produced Web series "Greg Prime" to TV spots for Food Network's "The Real Women of Philadelphia." He also worked as a Foley producer for two films screened at the 2011 Savannah Film Festival, including "The Secret Number," which won Best SCAD Student Competition Award.
In one of his more challenging jobs, Clayton worked on indie film "En Route" remotely while the director was living in Amsterdam. Clayton and the rest of the post-production team communicated over email and swapped files using servers. "That was difficult to work on," says Clayton, "and, in many ways, it was frustrating, because you're trying to ask people subjective questions through email, where tone is impossible to judge." This difficult process paid off for Clayton and the rest of the team when they were nominated for a 2011 Golden Reel award from the Motion Picture Sound Editors.
For Clayton, nomination or no nomination, the occasionally difficult post-production process only reaffirms his desire to work in the sound design field, and ultimately makes him a stronger sound designer. "It actually makes it fun when you have to be creative, and when you are creating with limitations," he says.
For his thesis, Clayton branched out into a new territory of sound design: Foley for video games. His thesis argues that tweaking the principles of Foley to better fit the nonlinear flow of games will result in more immersive and enjoyable games. As part of his thesis, he teamed up with some friends in the game design program to develop the sound for a large project they're working on.
At his 2011 graduation, Clayton received an outstanding achievement award in sound design for his work while at SCAD. Shortly after, he received his second Golden Reel nomination from the Motion Picture Sound Editors for his work on the film "The Secret Number." He has since moved to Austin, Texas, where he is currently finishing up post-production work on an independent feature film.
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yesterday when I opened up one of my two TBHs that survived my first winter with bees: About four of five completely empty bars of comb, and two or three bars each filled only about 1/4 way with capped honey, left over from the fall. No bees hanging around these combs on the periphery on either end. (I have a center entrance.) I started scratching my head about why there were so few bees. Then I thought that this colony must have swarmed when I was away during the week. (And I have set up lived-in nuc boxes as swarm traps with lemon grass and a little Bee Boost. Maybe they were too close - about 75-100 feet away.) I saw capped drone brood and nectar and several queen cells - one was capped, the other one had larvae and a couple of others - I don't know if they were old hatched out or being worked on. I don't have enough experience to tell. I didn't see eggs or worker brood and I couldn't find the queen.
I have three questions: 1) Does this sound like a post swarm colony to you?
2) I removed the excess bars of empty comb, took one of those 1/3 filled bars of comb with honey and closed up the follower boards. Is this a good move or do you think I ought to leave the empty combs inside?
3) Ought I remove some of the bars with the old fall honey too?


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Joseph Brown, a senior in the geometry class, said, "He was talking about angles and said, 'If you're in this building, you would need to take this angle to shoot the president.' "
U.S. Secret Service agents, informed of the event "through the grapevine," questioned the teacher but determined no credible threat existed. Superintendent Phil Hammonds said the teacher remained at work, and there were no plans for termination. However, Hammonds added,
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thanks toadman,
i think it is possible, but when i look back in my journal, the strong split ended up with more bees in it at first, making me think it had the original queen. (i placed the two hives facing each other a few inches apart when i made the split).
sounds like you made some good moves there with yours.
yep, i still have one or two that are iffy, and i may be a little late in getting to them.
not too worried though, now that i have gotten comfortable with making increase. plus, i like the idea of culling out the nonresistant genetics.


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In the Second Age... Oropher had withdrawn northward beyond the Gladden Fields. This he did to be free from the power and encroachments of the Dwarves of Moria... and also he resented the intrusions of Celeborn and Galadriel into Lorien. 'History of Galadriel and Celeborn' Appendix B: 'The Sindarin Princes of the Silvan Elves'.
"You are Prince no longer, Celeborn." Oropher threw down the chicken bone which had formed a grisly sceptre as he gestured. "What authority you had over us is gone, drowned under the sea with Doriath. You shall not tell Amdir what to do. Nor me. We are both of us Kings, and you are none." Rising, he paced into the trees, leaned an arm against a branch and his forehead against the arm. "Indeed, did he take my advice, Amdir would throw you out, unwanted, as your own country did."
Amdir tried to loosen the knot of anxiety in his chest by sighing. He bent to settle his goblet in one of the shallow pools by the riverside, where Celebrant's icy waters would keep it cool, and watched as his kinsmen tore one another apart, again. This time he could not shrug it off as their perverse way of expressing affection. This time, he knew if he did not find a way to reconcile the two, he stood to lose both.
Oropher's back was to him; long, tawny hair gleaming in Lorinand's dappled sunlight, shoulders set in disapproval beneath a jerkin of finely tooled green leather. Oropher's son, Thranduil, sat cross-legged on a low branch of yew close by, applying himself to the cheese and bread and cold meats of the picnic, yet radiating a sense of attentiveness, like a fox with its ears pricked. They were both very dear to Amdir, who had welcomed their arrival this morning with a joyful heart. Such impromptu visits were not rare, for their realm lay just across the Anduin in Southern Greenwood, and it was a matter of mere hours to travel thence to Lorinand. Yet he looked forward to their meetings as to the stars rising - a delight which did not grow wearying in repetition.
'You come seeking news of Eregion?' he had said in greeting. Surely they must have done, not only for politics' sake, but because Celeborn of Eregion was a cousin and friend, and it seemed impossible he could escape Sauron's malice. The Dark Lord had sent against him an army such as the elves had not seen since the First Age.
Once Lord of Eregion, Celeborn had been deposed by the Noldo Celebrimbor, some centuries ago. His wife and children travelled to Lorinand for refuge, and in the intervening years Amdir had learned to think of Celeborn's son, Amroth, as his own. In truth, he had been something of a substitute father to both children, since their own had stayed behind, disregarded and alone.
Folk wondered at that decision; gossiped that a marriage already under stress from unequal blood and power had finally snapped. Galadriel had washed her hands of a husband who did not come up to her hopes, some said. Others that Celeborn had finally freed himself of chasing after his wife's ambition, seized the chance to live the quiet life he preferred, away from conflict and rule.
Amdir had laughed at both rumours, for it came as no surprise to him, when the army of Eregion had joined Amroth's relieving forces - fled through Moria to safety, arrived with its snow and mithril livery tattered and spattered with black blood - to find it lead by Celeborn. At the final test, Celebrimbor had protected what he loved; his workshop and jewels. It was the Sinda Lord who took charge of bringing anyone alive out of the ruin - as doubtless he had foreseen, and stayed to do.
Just for a moment, when Oropher first caught sight of Celeborn standing in the wine-yellow sunshine of the early morning, injured and dressed in borrowed clothes - for he had brought nothing from the wreck of his land but the armour he fought in - there had been a look of such gladness on his friends' faces that Amdir had dared hope their quarrel was ended. But then... then he had found out what Oropher had really come to say, and the joy of family reunited had become this bleak press of loss.
"I see the borders of Lorinand being patrolled by your half-Noldor troops, Celeborn. I hear your council on Amdir's lips, and the words of Galadriel in his mind. I see your son in his household, and your deeds being done by his hand, and I say 'enough'! You failed in your country, be still and let him do his will in his own."
Amroth half rose, insulted on behalf of both of his fathers. Putting out a hand protectively, Amdir gentled him back into his place.
Beneath the scorn, Celeborn bent his head, the straight fall of his hair concealing for a moment his broken shield arm. He looked pale and a little fragile, Amdir thought. But then how should a man look who loses his realm once to treachery, and a second time to overwhelming defeat?
Seeing that he would not trouble to defend himself, Amdir spoke for him. "Nor do you have authority over me, Oropher. And neither shall you tell me what to do. My borders are patrolled to my liking. Or rather, since Sauron's orcs o'errun this land like a canker, I would I had thrice the numbers to set about them. To place his army in my hands for the defence of my land is the deed of a friend. And, Prince or no, I am not too proud to hearken to one who once advised Thingol."
He could feel Amroth's gratitude as clearly as the touch of sunlight, and it was as much to please the boy as to defend his kinsman that he went on. "In Lorinand there dwell many elves who came hence with Galadriel when she was deposed. And now many more have come with Celeborn. But for them - both of them - Sauron's victory against Eregion would have been complete. As it was, the Dark Lord captured rocks and a few stubborn gem-smiths without the sense to know when to run. Would you have done as much, risked as much, for a kingdom from which you had been ousted?"
"For Eregion I would have done nothing." Oropher turned back, hesitated - aware that he was the only one standing in what should have been an idyllic picture of reunited friends. Softening, he knelt, reached out for the bowl of almonds and took a handful, rejoining the harmony. "Let the Doom of the Noldor fall upon the Noldor. Justly brought upon themselves by themselves and none of my concern."
Looking across the clearing he caught Amdir's gaze, and though his words were harsh, his face spoke of concern. "I would certainly not have opened my country to their refugees as you have. Ware lest you draw their curse down on yourself! 'To evil end shall all things come, which they begin.' The Powers themselves have said it. And yes, I wish it was not so, but it is. Doom is what you welcome into your country, when you give shelter to the Kinslayers."
At that Celeborn raised his head, his eyes gleaming. The scored claw marks across his cheek which yesterday had been angrily red, today were pale as the moon. Tomorrow they would be gone, and only the inner scars would linger. "So we should be as evil in return?" he said, accusingly. "The people of Eregion were Sindar, Laegrim and Noldor mixed. Elves all, whatever their race. And had you left them to die it would have been you who was the kinslayer, not they."
Amdir sucked the air in through his teeth. Oropher was combative by nature, and Celeborn, who could be tranquil as the night, would still only take so much ere he also turned to attack. Sometimes controlling a debate between the two of them was like separating a pair of hounds fighting over the same hare - all a matter of avoiding the fangs.
"Please, let us leave that ancient argument aside," he said. "We have quarrelled over the Golodhrim often enough in the past to understand each other's minds. But this, Oropher, this I do not understand. You tell me you mean to move your kingdom away from mine..."
Taking a deep breath, he tried to prevent the hurt from seeping out into his tone. It was political, perhaps, some kingly reason he did not quite comprehend. And even if it was not, well, he was a king, and should receive rejection with dignity, not pleading. But it was hard. There were so few of his friends, his peers, left. Those who were, were all the more precious to him. "Why? Southern Greenwood is fair and free. My people and yours delight in each other's company, and I delight in yours. Why go North... unless it is some insult I have done you? If so, tell me - it was all unaware, I assure you. I would not have you depart, my brother-king, my constant reminder of Doriath, of days of youth and glory."
"No... my friend!" Diverted from fury to sorrow, Oropher brushed the hair from his face, tying it back with a twist of leather onto which two pierced pebbles had been strung; wearing the very earth of his kingdom as an ornament. His expression, thus bared, was open, regretful. "Think not that this is any of your doing. I would never..."
"Some part of our concern is the dwarves," Thranduil came to his father's defence as Amroth had to Celeborn's. Unwinding one leg, he rested his foot on the forest floor, his soft shoe and deerskin trousers the same amber-russet as the deep leaf-litter. Like Oropher, he wore the fashions of the Silvan folk, but his were scattered with gems as the fallen dew, and seemed - to Amdir's eye - more princely, less needlessly austere than his father's. "Dwarves are often seen in Lorinand. You welcome them! It makes us nervous to have them so close - only across the river. We want to put many more miles of trackless forest between ourselves and them."
"Why?" Amroth asked, sincerely puzzled. The only one of those present young enough to be so. "Durin has been a good friend to Lorinand and to Eregion. I fought beside the dwarves of Khazad-Dum only this last month, and found them valiant and trusty. A worthy people."
"So we all thought," to Amroth's confusion it was Celeborn who frowned at him for this sentiment. "We believed we could trust them. We believed they were our friends. Right up until the moment when they murdered the King and massacred us. After that... After that, how could any of us ever be sure of them again?"
"But you worked with them long in Eregion!" Amroth insisted. "And mother likes them! Nor have you, my lord Amdir, ever shown them disregard. The trade with Khazad-Dum enriches both our lands. I thought your hatred overcome long ago."
Ah, the innocence and idealism of the young! "A man who burns his hand in the flames," Amdir said gently, "will never again be deceived by their beauty. We trusted, we were betrayed, we trust no longer. For all of us, this is the truth."
"Then you understand one of the reasons why I must move my kingdom away." Oropher smiled, and it was as though the veiled sun had burst forth in glory - his joy, as with his anger, could sway the hearts of all. "The Sack of Doriath has taught me to be wary of positioning my kingdom within a day's march of a horde of heavily armed dwarves, particularly now their gaze no longer turns West to Ost-in-Edhil, but East, to Lorinand."
Celeborn eased his splinted arm into a new position, grimacing a little. "I understand it well. I know how you feel. Yet a burnt hand is no reason to deny yourself a hearth fire. As long as you do not take your eyes from them, nor turn an unwary back, as long as you do not get between them and their wealth, alliance is still possible. Your realm and Amdir's are abundant in food, but short on steel. Why not trade for coats of mail? The storm is coming. Put armour on your people's backs; put swords in their hands! Better the Stunted Ones for neighbours than Sauron."
"And there you touch the heart of it," Oropher raised his opened hand as if giving Celeborn a mighty gift; the treasure of his thoughts. "Mailshirts; longswords! You would have me turn my people into copies of the Noldor that you so love." Seeing the looks of bemusement on their faces, he shook his head, as though to organize it; tried a different way to explain the vital spirit of his policy.
"My folk dwell in the forest as Denethor did of old. They follow the ancient ways, they keep their own tongue and their own customs. Proud and free! I will not have them made into imitation Sindar, forcing my ways, my culture onto them. Let them remain untouched by our arrogance, our doom. Let them remain themselves."
He turned a righteous look upon Amdir, fierce and sure, and for all his rustic leather, the wooden beads he wore where another might wear gold, he was royal in strength and conviction. "Tell me your Silvan folk are not losing their heritage, their very identity, beneath this flood of Galadriel's countrymen. Tell me your armies do not use dwarf-made blades, are not trained by Noldor commanders, do not speak Sindarin to the exclusion of all else."
"I cannot, for it is true," Amdir said mildly, not allowing himself to feel guilty. "I came hither from Doriath with many Sindar in my train. Should they be forced to give up their customs and language? Should I? I am no more Silvan than you are, Oropher. I am of the Eluwaith and proud of it."
Oropher gave the short laugh of a man surprised by pain. "There is no Eluwaith any more!" he cried. "The Dwarves killed us, the Noldor killed us. Thingol is gone and we are destroyed! We should at least not spread that destruction, but leave the Silvan to be Silvan."
"So Nimrodel says," Amroth twined a lock of his bright golden hair about his finger and looked at it sadly. "She will not speak Sindarin, but with each year that passes there are fewer of her friends willing to speak Silvan with her. I learned it, I made a house in the trees in the manner of her people to show her I had respect for her ways. But she says we brought the wars with us. The elves of Lorinand would not need steel weapons to defend themselves, if the Eldar were not here. Sauron's gaze would turn elsewhere. It is because we arm to meet him that he sees us as a threat. So says Nimrodel. And at times I find it hard to answer her."
"She speaks for our people also," Thranduil gave his brother-prince a sudden, startling grin. "Why should we enforce Noldor or Sindar customs on a folk who have lived well enough without them since the world began? She is wise, your beloved."
"But not without cruelty, to say such things to you." Amdir said, sympathetically. He felt less approval than Thranduil of the way Nimrodel blamed Amroth for deeds and events in which he had had no part. Though the boy did everything he could to please her, she still made him unhappy.
His sympathy was ill taken. Amroth tore a chunk of bread from the loaf, as if to say he would disagree vehemently, if courtesy did not restrain him. It was Celeborn who reached out with his good hand to squeeze the young man's shoulder reassuringly. "She has every right to be what she is, to love what she loves, and to resent you trying to change her," he said quietly. "But she is wrong in this: Sauron hates us all. Noldor, Sindar, Silvan, Avari - he wants us all dead. There is no safety left in pretending to be unimportant. He may destroy what is left of the Noldor first, but afterwards he will come for us, and we must be ready."
"By making ourselves targets? Or by moving away?" Oropher settled where the roots of an oak made a shallow seat, leaning back against its living support. "The Silvan way is not to stand and fight, but simply not to be found. You know we have not force of arms to prevail over Sauron, any more than we did over Morgoth. The Sindar had Melian, the Silvan had their stealth, and so we survived. Since I have no Melian to bring them, I must learn from the Silvan and protect my people in the way that is natural to them."
"Natural?" Celeborn pulled at his sleeve. The borrowed tunic was a rich burgundy silk, stitched with seed-pearls, but it was too short, and the cuffs seemed to irk him, riding up to his elbows. "You speak of Denethor; surely you remember how many of his folk died in the battle to save Doriath. They were fearless and skilled, swift and strong, as I have no doubt your own folk of Greenwood are. They died only because they had poor weapons and no armour.
"You do not know when you may be forced to fight, as even Elu was at times, but when it comes to it, should not your folk bear steel instead of stone, longbows instead of slings, mail and not leather? One is not more natural than the other, but the second may save your life."
"A people's culture is their heart," Oropher frowned with frustration. "Their language is the very song of their soul. This Thingol knew, who chose to punish the Noldor by taking theirs away. But after language, then comes their works; their dress, their habits, the lore by which they live... It begins, perhaps, through teaching them to use Sindar weapons, and then what? They use the longbow to bring down more game; the forest suffers, the animals grow wary and scarce; we lose their trust, and we have to learn more Sindar ways to compensate. Until at last we are Silvan in name only. How can it profit my people to cut out their heart in order to save them?"
"Yet," Amdir gestured with his bitten apple, feeling accused and uneasy. "When I came here with my folk, the elves of Lorinand were eager to learn from us. They saw the Sindar in silk when they wore cloth of nettles. They saw our fields give threefold the increase of theirs; they saw people who had never been hungry, and they wanted that for themselves. What monster would I have been to have kept it from them? Everything we knew we shared with them. They are Lindar as are we, and what advantages we possess are theirs by right. Would you let a man die because the healing he needed was a Sindar art, not a Silvan?"
"Or even because it was Noldor." Celeborn agreed. "Why must we neglect any good, simply because it comes from a culture different from our own?"
"Because it is bought at too high a price," Oropher's mouth turned down in ancient bitterness. "Look what happened to the Sindar outside Doriath - those who did not follow Thingol's policy of keeping the Noldor at arms length. They forgot that the whole land once belonged to them. They learned to sing nostalgically of the Blessed Realm, which none of them had ever entered. They learned to look down on the 'moriquendi', forgetting that by their Noldor kings' reckoning they were moriquendi themselves. Or they learned to feel inferior, where once they had been lords. Yes, I would choose hunger, even death, over that. It is a worse blow to lose your self."
"And all this time," Amdir asked, the unease turning into further desolation, "you have felt I was doing this to my people here? Teaching them to feel inferior because they were not Sindar? Why have you not said so before? To say nothing and then to suddenly move away..."
Startled, Oropher held both his hands up in denial, but seemed unable to find words to answer. Again it was Thranduil who spoke for him. "It is different with the Sindar and the Silvan," he said. "We are akin. Like one brother learning from another, there's no question of who is superior - we're family. Father and I choose to learn from the Silvan; the Silvan folk choose to learn from you, it is all one. No. If that had been the problem we would have moved long ago. The trouble is..." he fell silent, then gave a small, apologetic laugh.
"The trouble is Celeborn," Oropher gave his cousin a look of strange darkness; disappointed rather than angry. "Or more precisely, his wife and the company he keeps. Do not deny that it is since Galadriel brought her Noldor household here that the Silvan tongue began to die out in your land."
"I do not deny it," Amdir struggled with his own temper. He could not afford to flare into fury too, or all hope of reconciliation would be over. But it was hard to be thus questioned and not to feel accused. "Her household speaks Quenya and Sindarin, mine speaks Sindarin and Silvan. It is inevitable therefore that all should speak Sindarin together, since it is the only tongue we all understand. I see nothing sinister in this."
"No? Nor that the army which Amroth lead to Eregion's defence was in part trained and equipped by her personal guard? Nor that everywhere in Lorinand her ideas are discussed, her power marvelled at, her beauty praised and her graciousness lauded?"
"Perhaps people just like her!" said Amroth, angrily, looking suddenly as he was - by elvish measure - very young.
"She makes herself popular because she likes to be loved," Celeborn said with a half shrug which moved only his uninjured shoulder. "You put too much meaning on a small vanity."
"Do I? The Noldor do not suffer to be lesser in any kingdom that they inhabit. They want to rule. You of all people should know that, after Celebrimbor."
Picking the cooled chalice out of the stream, Amdir watched the water flow over his fingers and softened, yielding to its example. He would not be harsh as flint and steel, allowing these words to strike sparks from him; he would be accommodating as liquid. Even if the restraint killed him. "I look at the example of Eregion," he said, "to which Galadriel and Celeborn proved themselves faithful friends in need, and count myself strengthened by their aid and council. I see no threat."
"Strengthened?" Oropher scoffed. "She courts your people, trains up troops loyal to her son. Celeborn brings his army... You have ambitious guests with their own agenda, with their own heavily armed Noldor followers; who have first hand experience of the Noldor fashion of usurping their kinsmen's thrones. Remember Nargothrond and tell me you are strengthened."
This time it was Celeborn who struggled to his feet, strode to stand over the reclined form of the king of Greenwood like a thunderbolt poised to strike. "I remember Nargothrond. I remember that it was my gwador who was deposed, and in Eregion myself. I have been wronged, I have never been guilty. I am not Curufin, and I take it ill that you would speak of me in one breath with the worst of the kinslayers."
"Why should I not?" Never one to take threat calmly, Oropher rose, teeth bared, and matched Celeborn's accusation with his own. "You married one. You serve one. Do you think Gil-galad would have sent an army to my rescue? He would have let me die, rather. You may want to become a Noldo, so you can think yourself better than the rest of us, but if so, we will treat you like one - with all the suspicion it merits."
For a moment Amdir was certain Celeborn would hit Oropher, and strike hard; he had rarely seen his kinsman quite so furious. But whether it was his famed wisdom, or merely the pain of a broken arm which did not want to be jogged, he stepped back instead, anger thrumming through him like the impact through an arrow shaft.
Buoyed by fierce energy, he strode away, into the long grass where Amdir sat. The sunlight, lengthening, moved over them both, making Celeborn's hair shine like adamant, and Amdir's brighten from pewter to true silver.
Taking comfort in the sight, Amdir told himself that some marks of birth and culture could not be denied or forgotten. Sometimes it took only a sunbeam or a still pool to remind him. Lore masters might doubt that the Sindar had been named for Thingol's silver-grey hair, but he did not. As long as that trait persisted in Middle-earth, the Eluwaith were not dead, whatever their differences.
But as he opened his mouth to point this out Celeborn turned, like a knight coming into the lists - swift and alight with righteousness. "If Galadriel is plotting to take over Lorinand, why is she in Lindon?"
"You are here," Oropher planted his feet apart, braced to meet the charge, fists clenched at his side. "You and she are like a man's right and left hands - you may occupy yourselves with separate tasks, but you are moved by the same purpose."
It was a masterful stroke; one against which Celeborn had no defence. He took the blow silently, changed the subject with a new attack. "You will not call my wife a kinslayer! She is none. Not all Noldor are so, and she is not even wholly Noldor. She is as close in kinship to Elu as I am myself."
He paced a little closer. "Furthermore, I am not, and never have been, Gil-galad's subject. But nor is he the Noldo you claim. Half Sindar, and my nephew. My people in Eregion were the same, my army the same, my household the same. Those few among my followers who are not of mixed blood are married to someone who is."
He gave the king of Greenwood a scathing look, a mirror of Oropher's earlier disappointment. "You are so like Galadriel sometimes! You want to live in the past. You want to stop time, returning to simpler certainties. But the age of Denethor is gone, and it no longer means anything to talk of Noldor or Sindar. We are one family now. All of us together
"It's called life, Oropher. Growth. And though it means we lose some things we once loved, what of it? We gain others. Would you preserve your people unchanged, as though Greenwood were an outpost of Valinor?" He laughed, mockingly. "And you accuse me of Noldor vices!"
Amdir put his head in his hands. The situation was lost. A hundred Great Years could pass before either of them forgot what had just been said, or how. He heard Oropher take in a deep breath as though physically punched, saw Thranduil come to his feet at his father's side, and Amroth's quick, despairing glance before he rose in support of his.
"You long ago forfeited the right to speak to me like this!" Oropher's eyes were narrowed, his breathing hard as he too fought his own instinctive urge to strike out. "You, whose responsibility it was to put our people first, but who chose instead to be wed to them." Even consumed in anger he hesitated over the next word, and Amdir - who had long been his friend - could sense the black grief, the sense of personal anguish, that drove him at last to say it. "Traitor!"
It would have been better swallowed. For Celeborn, who had been angry, but controlled, now lost that final restraint. "Traitor?! Have I abandoned my people's ways and language? Have I declared the Eluwaith dead, or called myself 'king' ? Have I pretended to be Silvan, when I am none? It is not I who betray Elu's memory, but you!"
"Fine!" Livid with rage, Oropher shoved his cousin hard in the chest and shouldered past him, stalking away. At the edge of the clearing, he stopped briefly to look at Amdir, a regret he could not express lurking behind the fire in his eyes. "When he and that wife of his throw you out, my friend, you will be welcome in the Greenwood. Come, Thranduil."
Thranduil paused in the centre of the clearing, like a stag caught mid leap. Above him, Lorinand's leaves glowed like beryl, and about his feet the white stars of woodland flowers unfolded in the grass. For a second, his face was doubtful, then it cleared. He turned his back and followed after his father silently.
Shocked by this sudden collapse of all his diplomacy, Amdir sat frozen for a second. A songthrush trilled among the birches, and ducks dived on the hastening stream. The westering sun shone golden in a clear blue sky, and Celeborn stood like a statue of marble among the trees. Then, tentatively, Amroth reached out to touch his father's arm.
The movement broke the spell of stillness. Celeborn gave a gasp and covered his face with his hand. Amdir rose in panic and ran to the edge of the wood, where even now grooms were bringing his guests' horses - fallow ponies with dark markings like long arrows down their back. "Oropher!"
The King of Greenwood half turned, his jaw set.
"Do not depart from me thus in insult," said Amdir, utterly abandoning his own pride. "Stay. We will try again. He meant it not. Nor did you."
For a moment he thought he would receive the hot lash of fury. Then the horse lipped at Oropher's fingers, nudged him for a treat he had not brought. Amdir passed over the half-eaten apple, still clutched like a talisman in his fist, and they stood in quietness as the beast ate from Oropher's hand.
"He makes me so... angry," said Oropher at last, with a quirk of grudging humour.
"I noticed." Amdir laughed. He rocked back on his heels and watched the stablehands spread thick saddle-blankets over the horses' backs. Oropher's guards came running from where they had been visiting friends in a nearby oak grove.
As they too greeted their mounts, made ready to ride, their king sighed, scrubbed a hand through his hair and turned a worried expression on his friend.
"I am not truly living in the past. Am I?" He fingered his saddle-blanket. It was made of jute, beaten into softness, patterned with a leaf design unique to Greenwood. "Is it so wrong to want my people to grow in their own way, at their own pace, free from Noldor scorn?"
Recognizing that this was less a question than a private thought aired accidentally in speech, Amdir said nothing. Beyond the eves of the forest, Anduin rolled in silent smoothness, and the ferry nodded sedately against its landing. Would it be needed now, Amdir wondered with a stab of sorrow, now there would be no more elves crossing between Greenwood and Lorinand?
"Ah, I am too harsh on him," Yielding to the whisper of wind through the grass, the soothing peep of small riverbirds, Oropher grew calm once more; ready to be generous. "He is so sure of his own worth; even the loss of his kingdom cannot make a dent in his pride. The contempt of the Noldor runs from him like rain from swan feathers, and thus he sees no threat in it. But we cannot all be so oblivious, and I will not have my folk learn to think of themselves as savages, as servants born."
"I understand." With Nimrodel and her followers proclaiming the same message in his own land, Amdir did understand. There were days when he too would have liked the option of going somewhere where the problem did not exist. "Is there nothing I can do to dissuade you?"
Oropher looked at him seriously. "You could send your Noldor to Lindon," he said, clearly without any expectation of success.
Which was just as well. Amdir laughed sadly. "No, I could not. I have granted them my protection. I will not be proved faithless."
"Then we must go North," Oropher finished. He put a hand on Amdir's shoulder, hesitated, then swept him up into a hug. "You will come and stay? This need not be a parting, only a farewell."
It was a relief to know that only distance would lie between them, not estrangement, but still, Amdir would rather it was not so. He returned the embrace, and for good measure walked over to hug Thranduil too. "If I had known, I would have prepared gifts for you. But go with my love, and I will bring them afterwards, when I may."
"May the leaves not fall before we meet again," said Oropher. He turned, and went away, and all his folk went with him. Amdir watched them cross the Anduin and reach the vaulted shadow of the fair trees of Greenwood. He raised a hand in farewell, saw them signal back, before the shade and dappled light welcomed them home, concealing them from his sight. Then he sighed, and went back to the one friend he had left.
The clearing was empty but for a maid, disposing of the half-eaten bread by feeding it to the ducks. Turning on his heel, Amdir strode to the great mound where Amroth's strange house, among its circle of silver-birch, swayed in the afternoon breeze.
Amroth was not there, but Celeborn was, with open saddle-bags spread before him, trying clumsily to fold blankets, padded armour, into the uncooperative leather shapes with his one usable hand. How he had climbed to the talan, Amdir did not know, but from the frown, and the swift, brutal, uncoordinated movements, he guessed it must have been painful.
"Ah, Elbereth!" he said. "Not you too!"
"How prevalent are his opinions?" Celeborn rounded on him, the mithril shirt in his hand trailing like a small waterfall to the floor. "How many of your people find them just? Is all Lorinand talking of how I mean to steal your crown?"
"You know it is not." Amdir knelt to take everything out of the bag which his kinsman had packed with such inaccurate haste. "No one believes it, not even Oropher. He said it only to enrage you - as seems to have worked."
"He is the most orc-tempered, stiff necked..." At the ruin of his packing, Celeborn dropped the mailshirt in a shimmering ring of metal and went to his knees beside it, his face bleak with a more than physical anguish. Seeing it, Amdir reached out and skimmed two fingertips across his shoulder the way, at times, he had seen Thingol do - a brisk, light gesture of comfort.
"You two used to be so close," he said quietly. "Now you are at each other's throats. What happened?"
Glancing aside, Celeborn watched the clouds through the talan door - here there was a view of fresh light on the sighing canopy of the trees; a green swell of leaves and birds, overarched by the beginnings of sunset; the amber sky bordered by mountains.
"It was just after the War of Wrath" he said. "When I was Lord over what remained of the Sindar in Lindon. Oropher came to me and urged me to turn Harlindon into a second Doriath - enclosed from the outer world, purified of Noldor influence. He saw it as the only way to retain what had been special about the Eluwaith - the only way for our civilization to survive."
He bent his head, noticed that the sling on his arm had come awry, and awkwardly, painstakingly retied it. "Oropher offered his fealty to me, as Elu's heir."
"But you are not..." Amdir began, and stopped; convinced. It made such sense!
"No. But Elrond was half Noldor, raised by the Kinslayers; loyal to Gil-galad. Whereas I was full blood Sindar and Prince of Doriath. It was..." he stirred the links of his mail contemplatively, sending lights dancing over the ceiling, filling the room with a dim, muted tinkle. "It was a fine suggestion, with much to recommend it. And only one drawback." He smiled, ironically. "A Sindar King would need a Sindar Queen."
The thin smile became a burst of hurt laughter. "Was it so wrong to choose, instead, to marry the woman I loved? With Galadriel came a new family - Gil-galad became my nephew; the Noldor my kin - and I had a duty to them, as to my own people. So in Oropher's eyes, I turned traitor. I doomed the Eluwaith to die. He has not yet forgiven me. And I know not if he ever will."
Amdir spared a moment's affectionate sympathy for the members of Thingol's house, who would let nothing come between them and love - neither kind nor death nor crown. Though Celeborn had not had to brave Morgoth for his lady's sake, it seemed his choice had not been without price. For a moment he wondered whether one day such a world-changing love would come to him, and realized that he would rather it did not. His life was as he liked it now; he had no use for such costly bliss.
"Yet neither he nor I would ever have become a King, had you made that decision," he said, and rose to hang the mithril mail back on its stand. "And our people would not now be so organized, so armed, or so well protected. I thank you, even if he cannot. He can bear a grudge with the best of us, and it is only that which makes his thoughts so unworthy."
"Unworthy?" Celeborn snorted, drew himself together to neatly kneel in the patch of sunlight which spilled through the door. "In truth he speaks more wisdom than I let myself hear. From me you are in no danger, but there are those among my troops who supported Celebrimbor's coup. I would wish to believe they had learned their lesson, but I will not gamble your realm on it."
Three days the army of Eregion had been in Lorinand, and already Amdir had seen them; the tall Amanyar with their blazing eyes. They strode about his realm as though they owned it, making 'suggestions' for where they could coppice, where they could burn charcoal; where they could build their forges. He had been made uneasy by their polite disdain, and the way they listened, politely, to everything he said, but did not appear to hear any of it. His heart sank.
"I cannot send them away, for that would be nigh on kinslaying. But I cannot keep them here and be safe," he said. "What must I do?"
Celeborn was still watching the trees, his face turned aside. It occurred to Amdir that Oropher had overestimated his cousin's invulnerability - voice and speech were the same, his opinions were the same, but every movement, every posture spoke of distress. He came to sit cross-legged beside his friend and let the warmly reassuring light fall across his own eyes.
"I dreamed of Elrond," Celeborn said thoughtfully. "He was at bay in a narrow valley between Lindon and the Mountains, with only that paltry army Gil-galad gave him. I will go to him there and take the least trusted of my Noldor with me. To the son of Earendil, the heir of Turgon, they will be loyal, I think. May they prove a boon to him, and their absence as much of one to you."
Sorrow tugged at Amdir like deep, soft mud. He had once had two friends; one who lived beyond the wide river, the other who lived only across the mountains, and in summer would frequently walk over the high pass and come to stay for a month or so. Eregion and Greenwood and Lorinand had been so close it was, indeed, like a little Doriath. Like Beleriand, born anew. Now he alone would remain. He knew not whether to feel sad for himself, or fearful for his country - a small land with no natural boundaries, whose allies had now been lost.
He should feel the second more keenly, he supposed, but he could not. It was not the menace of Mordor which filled his mind, but a more terrible threat. Swallowing down denial, demand - he had no right to ask - he said, mildly, "will you take Amroth with you?"
At last Celeborn turned to look at him. It was a gaze full of regrets, but with no uncertainty. "Take him from peace into war? Force him to part from the one he loves? Tear him from the land where he has set down roots, that he may be with a father who had no time for him in his youth?" He shook his head, still with that chill smile. "I would be glad of him, if he wished to come, but I stake my life he will not wish it."
Relief seemed very selfish, in the face of his kinsman's sacrifice, but still, overwhelmingly, it was what Amdir felt. Concern followed tardily. "You will visit him often," he said, "and always be welcome here. Oropher may think the worst, but my people of Lorinand have come to know you over the last four hundred years, and they honour and love you. As do I. The more often you walk beneath my trees, the better I shall be pleased."
Like the first bold leaves of spring after winter, Celeborn's smile changed shape, became a flash of sudden surety; of the unscathed pride Oropher had bemoaned. "Thank you," he said, "I would not be parted from him forever. Nor willingly from you, my brother, in whose face I see yet the likeness of my king.'
He looked out into the sunset again, into the West. Following his gaze, Amdir saw no longer an ending, but the moment of rest before a new day. "We will still face the future together," Celeborn said, in determined hope. "What does it matter that we do it a little further apart? When all the Noldor are returned whence they came, the scions of Doriath will still be here. We will outlast them all."
Amdir laughed, telling himself he must remember to repeat these words to Oropher, when next they met. But at the thought darkness rose up and smothered him. Death filled his nostrils like water, and he heard from afar the voice of Oropher calling out from a barren land, where his bones lay in a pit beneath the moon. Agony came over him, and numbness. Reeds pierced his body like thousands of spears.
He gasped, opened his eyes and saw the curtains move in the many windows of Amroth's house and the sky like beaten gold through the door. "You will," he said, calm and sure at last. Glad that one at least was spared. "Yes. I think you will."


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Is this a viable option? And how tall might the supers stack up by the end of the heaviest flow?
We are buying two nucs to get started - these are our first hives. Eventually want to run all 8-frame Illinois-style, but after pricing the cost of unassembled frames and foundation, the cost starts to add up fast. We planned on moving the bees into the 8-frame, with 3 making up the hive body/winter store and have two more supers for each hive for harvest. Looked at building a total of 10 boxes/supers to get started. As I said, 80 frames and corresponding foundation adds up.
Do others use nucs exclusively and still get a good harvest from them? How many supers high can they be "safely" stacked? Is this a good way to limit initial investment (especially when still looking at getting clothing, smoker, tools, etc...)?
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"The destruction to the male genitals is absolute," says Brother K. "Total. You're left with a fraction of what God and nature intended. It's appalling."
It's Sunday morning on Hope Street in Providence and cars are whizzing by. Some honk their horns in solidarity; others carry passengers clearly confused as to the necessity of a demonstration against circumcision featuring men in white jumpsuits with large red bloodstains on their crotches
"This is meant to shock the conscience of Americans," says Brother K, referring to his attire and accompanying signs like, "CIRCUMCISION HORROR BLOODSTAINED MEN." He pauses frequently to pose for passing cars. "They don't understand that a man is carrying around a bloody wound for the rest of his life. It doesn't repair. It doesn't self heal. It's as devastating as if they've done the same thing to a woman and removed her entire clitoral hood."
Brother K is his legal name (the K stands for "Kind") and he leads the Bloodstained Men, a California anti-circumcision group on a seven state tour of the northeast with stops scheduled in Boston, Hartford, Philadelphia, Trenton, and Manhattan. They're here in Providence today as part of Intact Rhode Island's "Demonstration for Genital Autonomy," a family-friendly event to raise awareness about the negative consequences of male circumcision.
Brother K became aware of how much his own circumcision had hurt him back in the '70s, "when I first had a loving relationship with a woman and found that things just didn't work the way they should, as much in love as we were," he explains. As a Vietnam War and draft protester, he was part of a generation that protested everything, he says. But he couldn't figure out why no one was protesting circumcision. "I finally said, 'There's no one else to do it, so we're going to have to do it.' "
Intact Rhode Island is co-directed by Erin Waldron and Michelle Merritt, two young, self-identified "stay at home moms" and "intactivists" who work to help others make better choices regarding their son's genitalia. Founded in 2007, IRI counts about 30 members in its ranks, and has mustered seven supporters for today's event — more if you count their young children. Earlier in the month the group sponsored a "peaceful parenting" table at a parenting event in Waltham.
Merritt became an intactivist for her two sons, she says. "My first son was circumcised at birth, and my second son is intact," she explains. When her first son was about four months old, she started researching circumcision, and began to learn about the unnecessary pain the baby suffered and the possible loss of sensitivity her son would face as an adult. "I made a promise to my son and to myself that I would help as many boys stay whole as I possibly could."
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This spectacular valley in south-central Colorado is one of the last remaining places where ranching is still the main way of life. Since 2000, we have spearheaded an ambitious and collaborative program to preserve the beauty and way of life in the Wet Mountain Valley.
The Catamount Ranch near Colorado Springs had been a YMCA camp for decades, but eventually was put up for sale. Competing with numerous development proposals, The Trust for Public Land saved the great majority of the ranch for public access in 1996.
Middle Bijou Creek Ranch, located just south of Deer Trail and 40 miles east of Denver, occupies an important role in a growing network of public and privately conserved agricultural and wildlife properties that serves to protect the western heritage of Arapahoe and Elbert counties.
In October 2005, The Trust for Public Land helped the owners of Dunn Ranch place a conservation easement over the property, which protects the land from development and ensures that the ranch's water will continue to be used for agricultural purposes.
Adams County, northeast of burgeoning Denver, had been struggling to maintain farms and open space in the path of growth. In 1999, The Trust for Public Land helped county residents mount and pass a voter initiative that created a dedicated sales tax for the protection of open space.
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The protrusion into our dimension of a vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional being. The mice run the Earth, and it was they who paid for the Magratheans to build it.
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A sneaky little bastard that can only be seen out the the corner of your eye as it jumps into your food cabinet. Upon inspection, it is no ware to be found until you open your Costco size industrial box of Lucky Charms, and there he is. Pissing and shitting into your priceless box of little rainbow gems. Pissing you off so much that you willingly camp out in your kitchen with a 12-gauge, just waiting for that little mother fucker to come out. Of course he doesn't come out until after you have got up and put your gun away, you walk back into the kitchen and there he is, shitting on your floor while he laughs at you. He will always be watching you. Laughing. Judging.
Hmmm, I feel like a wonderful box of delicious Lucky Charms. *Opens cabinet and looks into box* A FUCKING MOUSE!! *Throws box on ground a stomps on it, picks it up and looks in it* WHERE DID IT GO!?!?!? Looking over on the table, there he is. Watching you. Laughing at you.
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merely the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings. The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front
"'Come,' said Slartibartfast, 'you are to meet the mice.'"
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A little hairy bastard that out-wits every means of capture and continues to make noise in the wall over night or while I'm taking a shit in the bathroom. Probably watching me.... what a fag
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redwill wrote:We really need a game right now to pass the time before multiple consecutive overwhelming Penguin victories.
Step up to the plate, BCS.
Nice to have you back, BTW.
redwill wrote:Wow. This sign-up thread has been open for 43 days.
relantel wrote:it was playoffs. Now that distraction disappointment is out of the way
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redwill wrote:We need a game.
I'll be gone most of tomorrow and Wednesday, but I can put together a game to start either Thursday or Monday, depending on some factor-like issues.
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My wife brought this home a few days ago and I got a chuckle out of it. Those pesky wasps are confusing the bees market image.
I turned it over and and found the back interesting too. Not funny interesting, but I was curious what others thought.
"100% Natural Beewax"
I'm assuming that they don't mean the product is 100% beeswax (unless they have really good bees that add a variety of oils, peppermint, and rosemary to their wax :P ). That leaves it to mean the beeswax they use it 100% natural. My question is whats unnatural beeswax? (wouldn't they just call that wax?) It just seemed to me like they were looking for a nice thing to say that could be interpreted in many ways (and leave them lots of wiggle room for "what they meant").


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Michael B Jordan: Oscars Best Man (Lainey)
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During out etalk Ultimate Oscars Guide, I posited that Michael B Jordan should have been nominated for Best Actor for his work in Fruitvale. You remember that scene when Oscar's in the grocery store and he pretty much assaults his ex-manager to get his job back? Right after charming the girl into buying the right fish and calling his moms about crab on her birthday? That's real to me. Full Story
Colorblind Heroes
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The cast for Fox's Fantastic Four reboot has been announced and as has been expected for a while now, Michael B. Jordan will star as Johnny "Human Torch" Storm. I'm really, really excited about this. Not only because Jordan is a good actor and deserves this kind of break, not only as a fan of FNL who likes to see Dillon alums get good gigs, but because this is the first major instance of colorblind casting for a superhero. Full Story
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Two members of my 5 List were recognised at the Gotham Awards last night. Oscar Isaac was there representing Inside Llewyn Davis which won Best Film. And Michael B Jordan was named Breakthrough Actor. Early on in the season, especially after Cannes, both were considered to have a shot at an Oscar nomination for Best Actor. Full Story
Michael B Jordan is a nominee
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The Spirit Award nominees were announced today. And Michael B Jordan's name was on the list for Best Actor alongside Chiwetel Ejiofor, Bruce Dern, Oscar Isaac (!), Matthew McConaughey, and Robert Redford. That's great company for a young actor who's had a great, great year, non? There could be more, too. Full Story
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Check out Michael B Jordan at the Governors Awards this weekend. As previously mentioned in the Angelina Jolie post, the event honours new recipients of the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award but also is an opportunity for contenders to get some face time in with Academy members, especially critical before nominations are considered. Full Story
Spotlight on Michael B Jordan
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Michael B Jordan was one of three recipients of the Hollywood Spotlight Awards last night in recognition for his work in Fruitvale. Are you tired of me talking about him so much? Too bad! He's the best. There are a few experts who think that Jordan still has a chance at a nomination for Best Actor but…he's definitely not a frontrunner, especially when you consider some of the veterans in the race. Full Story
Lipgloss is MAN
You remember when I used to call Zac Efron LipGloss? He used to be so mega manicured it was like looking at an anime character. Here. Like this: Zac's been working hard to get away from that. Full Story
Michael B Jordan For Independence Day Sequel?
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You know that thing where your dog gets weird before a storm? I think you, me and the rest of us gossips have that same instinct for when a celebrity is being groomed and pushed on us as The Next Big Thing. We've felt it SO many times - we all felt it with Anne, we felt it with Amanda Seyfried, we felt it with Ryan Reynolds (and Gosling!), and for a while now we've been feeling it with Michael B Jordan. Full Story
Spider-Man loves Wallace, Vince, and maybe the Human Torch?
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If you've been reading my blog long enough, you know I've been selling you on Michael B Jordan. Of The Wire, of Friday Night Lights, and now, of Fruitvale which is generating a lot of great buzz out of Sundance and opens this weekend in select cities but, f-ck, not mine. The Hollywood Reporter called him the next Denzel Washington – click here Full Story
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After seeing Fruitvale Station (when did they add the "Station"?) at Sundance, THR's Todd McCarthy called Michael B Jordan the next Denzel Washington. And as I wrote back in January. Full Story
The Most Important Actor in these photos...
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Who? Well, for the 12 of us who watched and still miss Friday Night Lights, and the 8 of you who watch and love Parenthood, obviously the most important actor in these photos is Michael B Jordan... And Michael B Jordan just happened to have a very, VERY good Sundance. Jordan's film Fruitvale, about the last day in the life of Oscar Grant who was fatally shot (even though he was not resisting arrest) by a transit officer in Oakland in 2009, was considered one of the major highlights of the festival. Full Story


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I LOVE how Carrie and Miranda were dressed for "Something Bad" at the CMA Fest! I think that was the best performance EVER! I wish they would surprise us & do it again! I LOVE Carrie's headband! Why? I just realized this Summer I have the EXACT same one! I'm addicted to those stretchy headbands & I have WAY too many ~ LOL!
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Gadget Geek's Guide to September Gaming Apps
If you didn't end up going to one of our Top 10 Party Schools, chances are you're pretty bored after class. Here are the best September gaming apps to keep you busy.
If you didn't end up going to one of our Top 10 Party Schools, chances are you're pretty bored after class. And if you're one of the diehards who got a new iPhone, here are a couple of games that you should test out on the new four-inch retina display you waited so patiently for, then e-mail everyone about how much better these games are on the new screen.
Bastion is the first iPad-only game that we've featured on Gadget Geek, so that says something about how awesome the gameplay is. You may have heard of this game before, as it was available in the Xbox LIVE Arcade back in the summer of 2011, but if you haven't, it's basically an RPG wherein you must fight to rebuild the civilization of the imaginative world Calamity through a slew of quests. We commend the company for knowing the small screen of an iPhone wouldn't do the game justice, and to be honest we don't think we would've liked the gameplay!
Activision Anthology
When it comes to video game legacy, retro company Activision is right up there. The initial download is free, which will get you the classic game KABOOM!, and if it works its nostalgic charm on you, you'll have to fork over $6.99 for the 44 other Activision games that come with the app. We have to admit, though, we only use this on our iPads because the eight-bit graphics aren't too pleasing on a small screen, so download with caution.
If you love Wes Anderson, you'll love the kitschy lazy-day appeal of Voyager. To our knowledge, this is the first gaming app to be 100 percent handcrafted using needle-felted wool through stop-motion animation, and the result is really quite extraordinary. There's not much to this game; all you have to do is float through space and avoid unidentified creatures, planets, satellites and asteroids. Sure, it may not become your old faithful when you're killing time, but when you just need to shut your brain off and listen to some old-timey music, Voyager is perfect.
Fightocracy 2012
At this point in the election all we want to see is a good old-fashioned Andrew Jackson duel. Since neither of the presidential candidates has talked about his stance on gun control, we'll settle for one of our favorite apps of September, Fightocracy 2012. Basically, this is Street Fighter but with past and present presidential contenders duking it out to see who reigns supreme. Will Obama outlast his hero Lincoln? Will Romney's sacks of gold coins be deemed a legal fighting tool to take on Clinton? Find out in Fightocracy 2012.
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