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Paper Cup
Book by: jordanorr
Status: Finished
Genre: Memoir
Chapter1 (v.1) - Paper Cup
The content of my life could be comparable to that of a paper cup.
A simple, paper cup.
Sometimes it's half empty, other times it's half full.
Often, it's completely dry; occasionally, it's over the moon.
Or the brim, so to speak.
My life could be comparable to a paper cup.
My life, is a paper cup.
Part One: Half Empty
Without order, nothing can exist.
Without chaos, nothing can evolve
Chapter One: Realization
coming to understand something clearly and distinctly
A typical Tuesday; feeling sarcastic, cynical, and raring to go. I stare into the paper cup clutched desperately in both of my hands. Its gritty brown contents swirl before me. I swear I could hear them laughing. Lately, it's seemed that I can relate to this routine, morning coffee as if it were an old friend. Somehow, it reminds me of myself. I laugh, as this thought occurs to me. My life is a paper cup. I let it sink in. My life…is, a paper cup.
I look around the room and hear my voice resonate off the thin walls of the kitchen. I realize that in my sudden outburst, I have pitched the cup against the east wall. It now lies on the floor, crumpled and empty; beneath a new, wet stain on the creamy wallpaper. I remember putting that paper up. I also remember writing, scrawling in fact, myriad curse words across the blank drywall. I pause, reminiscing about this particular occasion. Hopefully in future, new owners decide that they are perfectly content with my neutral colored cover up, and choose not to strip the kitchen, exposing my temporary moment of insanity. Day of insanity. But if so, such is life. I had a moment. Everyone is entitled to a few of those in a lifetime. I look over at the coffee trickling across the linoleum. I abruptly push my chair away from the table and stand up. I walk to the other side of the room where I see the pitiful cup; mangled, draining out its last life. I pick up it up and observe it indifferently. My fingers quickly uncrumple it. A small smile creeps across my lips.
My life is a paper cup
I let the words linger on my tongue. They are real, they are true, and unfortunately, they are me. But I can't bring myself to say them out loud. It's a rather disconcerting thought, and I feel more comfortable denying that it is in any way applicable to me.
Cup in hand, I pace across the kitchen and into the living room, where I find myself before an empty mantle. Above the mantle, was a great mirror; a mirror which I came across two summers ago, while on a walk home from the market. It had been discarded into a decrepit alleyway by a local furniture company. As I passed by, its shiny surface glistened in the August sunlight. It caught my eye, and suddenly I fell for it. I had to have it. However I had no means of getting it home. So I called up my friend Jack to swing by in his pickup, and help me bring it back to my one bedroom flat. That's a story and a half. Little did Jack and I know, a homeless person had taken shelter under this mirror. We tried, inconspicuously as possible, to lift it off of him and hoist it into the bed of the truck. This didn't prove to be too hard, as he was passed out cold, bottle of wine just inches away. We left a ten folded up on top of his chest. God only knows if he got it. Regardless of that, we managed to successfully bring it back to my suite. Here, is where it was placed above the mantel, and here is where it will stay. It has a single crack in it, stretching from corner to corner. It gives it character, making up for what I seem to lack. I gaze at myself in the old mirror; tired, blue eyes; dull brown hair hung just below my shoulders; ivory skin; I do like my lips though. They're lush and naturally wine colored. But still, nothing special. Plain, ordinary. I stand in my living room, wearing nothing but a powder blue bra and paint stained jogging pants, and I stare at myself. I stare at myself and I wonder when it's going to be my turn. When I'm going to have my moment. When I'm going to get some ac-
Suddenly the phone rings. I snap back to reality. It rings again. I scramble across the hardwood floor, almost making it to the kitchen, and then I slip, on a single grey sock, and land flat on my back.
The phone rings again. I pick myself up and run to go answer it. I catch a glimpse of the clock.
Eight fifteen. Late for work. Fifteen bloody minutes late for work. Heart pounding, I pick up the receiver. I've never been late. I've never been late. I compose myself.
You're late.
Yes…Yes I am.
Well get moving then!
An encounter with The Beast. A squat, balding man; 1950's aviators, but most certainly not the posh kind, balanced on the tip of his upturned nose. A rather unfortunate looking fellow, he probably hasn't seen his feet in years. I giggle at the thought of him bending over his massive, protruding stomach in an attempt to tie shoelaces. That explains the slip-ons I suppose. I'm absolutely head over heels for the idea of another tumultuous day in a poorly air conditioned office building with him. Head over fucking heels.
I cross the room and walk into my bedroom. It's my favorite room in this godforsaken apartment. I'm completely neurotic about keeping it clean and properly furnished. Decorated it myself; mocha walls with beige trim, a cherry wood ceiling fan, purple silk sheets, and various candles to set the mood. If ever there was a mood to set. I sigh deeply and walk over to my wardrobe. I pick out a calf length black skirt, and a white blouse. I quickly throw it on and observe myself in the mirror. Plain, as usual. But today, I'm feeling slightly more risqué. I'm already making a scene by walking in late; might as well give them something to look at. I undo the first two buttons of the shirt. My lace bra protrudes just a bit. Perfect. I push out my chest. Tease my hair, and then give my sexiest pose. Jesus, what am I thinking? I quickly button myself back up and then make my way to the bathroom. The bright bulbs above the sink sting my bloodshot eyes. I look like hell. But it's nothing a bit of make up won't fix.
I grab my keys and make my way through the corridor and to the elevator. The hallway is dimly lit; the paint is peeling, and paintings of various fruit and Nova Scotian scenery are hung haphazardly on the walls. I straighten the one of a pineapple as I pass by. Pressing the down button of the elevator, my thumb sticks slightly. I look at it in disgust and then wipe it on my skirt. Real professional. I stand there, waiting, checking my watch. It's now eight thirty three. Perfect. I contemplate taking the stairs, when suddenly the doors open. And there she is. Cruella Dykeman: Hooker/Crack Addict of floor eight. Conveniently located directly above my suite on floor seven. She glowers at me as I hesitantly slink into the elevator compartment. It seemed smaller than usual. I press the Lobby button. It lights up. She reeks of death. And sex. A lovely combination. Christ, the smell is unbearable. I watch the numbers go down. Seemingly slower than normal. Please, please, please, please go faster. Before I contract some kind of disease.
Excuuusse me?
I spin around to face the creature in the corner of the elevator. Her sunken eyes are popping out of their sockets; her wirey, yellow hair is everywhere but flat against her head; her skin is slack, as though it could slide off the bone with any sudden movement. Her mouth is rotted, and twisted into a grimace. Or maybe it's supposed to be a smile. I'm not quite sure. I won't even begin to describe what she was wearing-which wasn't much at all. Her arms were covered in scabs and there were definite track marks in the bends. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Yes, can I help you?
She swaggers closer to me. Her gaunt face is just inches away from mine. Her breathe is moist, and smells of something foul. Something that's been fermenting for months.
Wha' you mean. I'idn't say nothing!
I feel spittle on my cheek with the last syllable. The chime rings, the doors open, and she hobbles out, cackling as she goes. I stare in disbelief and numbly bring the palm of my hand up to my wet cheek. I give it a good wipe and make a mental note to pick up a travel sized sanitizer next time I'm at the market. The elevator doors begin to close, so I quickly wedge myself in between the two panels. They bounce off of my body and go back into the wall. I rearrange my outfit, brush off the dust, and then make my way out the door. Bracing myself for the day ahead. It's been a hell of a morning.
Chapter Two: Indifference
the trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally
How lovely for you to show up.
Of course, I wouldn't miss a day with you sir.
Dripping with sarcasm I breeze past The Beast, walk into my office, and shut the door behind me. Perhaps a little harder than necessary. The blinds rattle against the window. I pull out my chair and sit at the desk. Strange. I don't remember this bouquet of flowers being here when I left last night. Even more absurd, a miniature envelope balanced between baby's breath and a rose stem. I reach for the envelope and hold it between my index and middle finger. I check out both sides. There's no name, no erasures, no creases, nothing. Delicately, I open the flap. Inside there is a folded piece of paper. I take it out. It's a map of the downtown area. On it, is a local pub (one that I've frequented a time or two), circled in red. The date, Friday October 17th is also visible. Along with the time, seven fifteen PM. I flip it over. In small, neat handwriting, someone had written, take a chance. There was no signature. October 17th. That was in three days. I burst through the door and bee line to The Beast's desk, bouquet in hand.
Who in the hell sent these?
Some bloke brought them up. Delivery man.
And you just accepted them?
Well what was I supposed to do? Turn him away? Maybe if you had showed up on time, you could have dealt with him yourself.
I sigh exasperatedly. Almost growling. Today is not the day for spontaneous proposals, and flowers from only god knows who. I stalk back to my office and hole myself up. What was I supposed to do now? Perhaps it's someone that I know. Probably not. I don't recognize the handwriting. I put the flowers on the windowsill. They are pretty. I suppose if anyone asks, I could say that they're from a lover. Like they'd believe that. I roll my eyes and settle into my seat, and begin to look over some long put off paper work. There is a knock at the door. No wonder I hardly get any work done.
Yes, come in.
The door opens; a man comes around the corner.
Hello love, how're we doing this morning? You don't seem quite up to par.
Oh, hi Jack. I'm fine, just having one of those days. Nothing is going my way.
Jack is my best friend. I've known him for as long as I can remember. We went to grade school together, we graduated together, we spent many a drunken night at the bar together. I always had his back, and he mine. There was always that sexual tension. He was quite a dish; dark brown eyes, messy black hair, tan skin, rippling abs, a gorgeous smile. I always wonder why he bothers with me. He always tells me that I underestimate myself. The relationship is strictly platonic. We've talked about trying to become more, but have always mutually decided against it.
Well, chin up! The day is only as good as you make it, no? Tomorrow'll be better. What's this eh?
He points and waves his finger in the direction of the flowers.
That's a good question Jack. To tell you the truth, I don't have a bloody clue. I just walk into my office this morning, and there's this big bouquet sitting on my desk. Oh, and there was this.
I hand him the map. He looks it over, holding it closer to see the fine handwriting on the back.
That's interesting. Maybe you've got an admirer. Tad bit of a creep though, I might add. Ah, he might be perfect for you! You should give him a go.
Oh, thanks a lot. What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
I don't know. I'm so busy lately; I don't have time for blind dates. What kind of respectable guy anonymously asks a woman out to a pub on a blind date? I don't even know what he looks like! I'm apt to end up meeting somebody completely different. Hell, I don't even know if it is a man!
Oh c'mon love, have a little fun. Heaven forbid. You need to get out there. Look at you! You're almost twenty three, and you still haven't found yourself a decent bloke. You work late every night, you live alone. Eventually the world is going to find you.
I consider. I conclude.
Alright. Alright fine. I'll do it. What have I got to lose…right?
That's more like it! Good for you. Who knows what could happen. As for me, I need to get back to my desk. I have a conference call at nine twenty. Drinks at the end of the day maybe? Let me know.
A drink sounds lovely. A drink sounds exactly like what I need. A nice half pint of hard liquor. Beautiful. I'll see you later Jack.
He smiles, and then walks out of my office, leaving the door open behind him. I sigh and walk towards it.
You know how I feel about this.
He simply shakes his head and sits down at his desk. I close the door behind me. Gently this time. It's time to get down to my own work. My job is to design labels, and use keen marketing tactics in order to launch new products. Sometimes that's a bit difficult. Especially with this cynical outlook on life. I always thought that toilet paper should be advertised with soft, inanimate objects. Such as feathers, or sand. Well, maybe not sand. I'm not sure who'd be too enthused about wiping their ass with sand. But they're all over furry animals. What do kittens, bears, and puppies have to do with daily bathroom routines? What could they possibly be trying to imply? It's completely beyond me. It's absolutely ridiculous in my opinion. Almost like the absurd mascot for the 2010 Olympics in Canada. I mean, I know that they're trying to be all multicultural and whatnot, but an obnoxious Japanese looking character isn't the way to go. The creators should just crawl back into their igloos where they belong. I haven't been there myself, but I hear its just freezing!
Today, my task is to design a label and catchphrase for a new type of shoe wear, which is predicted to be all the rage by next summer. They're like flip flops, except for that there's a jelly pad underneath your foot that squishes between your toes when you walk. They're rather comfortable, despite the awkward feeling of something invading such an untouched part of the body. Something that feels like stepping in shit with bare feet. They're really quite nice. I'm at a complete loss on this one. Maybe: Remember that one time last summer in the backyard? This is exactly like that. Without the mess! I laugh out loud. I'd buy it.
A pop-up appears on the computer screen. I have a new message. Would I like to read or ignore? The real question should be: which do you feel obligated to do, read or ignore? I unwillingly click read.
To Whom It May Concern,
I regret to inform you that your slogan for our new all over body cream does not reach our company's standards.
"Feel delicious as sin, in Satinskin" does not quite depict how we are looking to portray ourselves. We have chosen another company in place of yours.
We'll notify you if we ever need your assistance with another product (but don't hold your breath).
I re-read it, to make sure that I'm seeing straight. Don't hold your breath. Who does Satinskin think they are? That was a brilliant slogan. I click new message.
To Satinskin,
Thank you very much for taking the time to reply. You have really just been the cherry on top of a shitty day. I am sincerely sorry that my catchphrase did not "depict" the way you are trying to sell yourself to your old lady consumers. I will contact you in the future if I need somebody to give me a good blow to the self esteem. Don't hold your breath.
Whom it does concern.
I move the mouse to the delete button. It slips. I click send. Oh no, what have I done? I frantically click cancel. Cancel, cancel, cancel, cancel. Please cancel! But the deed has already been done. A new popup appears: Your message has been delivered successfully! Wonderful. I stare, horrified, at the computer monitor. Damn program; why even have a cancel button if it doesn't work? I can't believe I sent that. There goes my job, might as well start packing now.
The Beast's voice bellows through the office. My name; that's my name. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I get up out of my chair, cursing myself silently, in the most vulgar way possible. I walk to the door and approach The Beast's desk. I can hear the death march playing in my head with each step. I look at his face. It has turned purple and a thick, blue vein has appeared, throbbing near his left temple. He holds a sheet of paper in his balled up hand.
Would you care to explain why THIS e-mail has been sent to me from your address?
He thrusts the sheet towards me. I can see that it is the message. A wave of relief washes over me, similar to taking a cold shower on an excruciatingly hot day. It didn't get sent to Satinskin, I didn't permanently lose a client. I'm most likely not going to lose my job.
I look at him; his jaw is clenched, and he is drumming his stubby fingers on the oak desk.
Yes, sorry sir.
I crack a grin, and stifle back a laugh.
What, is so funny?
Nothing at all sir. I'm very sorry for the miscommunication. Although think of how much worse it would have been if it was sent to the actual client. Whew, am I ever relieved.
Yes…Well it's not a laughing matter. This could have seriously damaged our reputation. Next time, if you decide to have some childish tantrum, write it down on paper.
I take this advice, put it on the back burner of my mind, and then turn and walk back into my office. I sit down at my computer and open a new document.
Dear Satinskin,
I regret to hear of your decision. I am sincerely sorry that my marketing suggestion did not meet your needs. Please let me know in the future if there is anything else I can do with you. I give you my word, you will not be disappointed. Best of luck with your campaign. I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours Truly,
I click send. Once again, it is successful. This time, I put in the right address. I should be a teacher; Ass-Kissing 101. Why don't they teach anything useful in schools? If I taught class, I would teach skills that people are actually going to need in life; none of that polynomials nonsense. Perhaps something like: Preparing Meals that Actually Satisfy Your Spouse, or How to Talk Your Way Out of a Parking Ticket. Life would be that much easier. But instead, I will go through life wondering why X squared doesn't solve everything, or why I can't break down my problems into simple elements. What a bunch of bull!
There is one hour until the end of the day. It is never. going. to. end. I stare at the clock. The hands are moving so slowly that it's like they're not even moving at all. Hang on. They're not moving at all. It is apparently 2:27 AM. I check my computer clock. It's 12:35. THREE HOURS LEFT. I growl at the old clock, and then chuck it into the bin behind me. The glass cracks as it makes contact. Good. Serves it right. I can not believe that there are still three hours left. I leave the office and walk to the water cooler. Grabbing one of those flimsy paper cups, I thrust it under the spout and pour the water. I guzzle it down. I start to feel more complete. I fill it again. Drink it again. I do this five or six times, moving with wicked speed. On the seventh cup, someone approaches me mid-sip. A shoe taps behind me. Stella; official head bitch of the building. I turn around to face her. Her red mouth is contorted into a sneer. Her blond hair has been perfectly curled around her face, highlighting her high cheekbones. Stella is one of those women who believe that she is above everyone else, despite the fact that she is on the bottom rung of the seniority ladder. She also feels the need to incessantly hang off of every male co-worker, and usually, they go for it. She is in her early forties, but still has the body of a twenty five year old. I won't ever admit it, but I might be secretly jealous of her. I bet she doesn't spend too many nights alone. Bloody cougar. I continue to pour myself water, just to spite her. She'll get over it. Halfway through cup ten, she shoves past me, causing it to spill onto the front of my white blouse.
You've got to be kidding me.
She smiles, sickeningly sweet, and then retreats to her lair. AKA cubicle. I'll get her back eventually. She'll get what's coming to her. I look down at my chest. The material is now completely see through and my blue bra shows through. I guess I've ended up giving them something to look at after all. Someone whistles in my direction. I look around. It's Joe. Pervert. He comes onto all the women in the office. He's only managed to bed one of them. Poor girl, she never returned to work. I don't blame her though. The day after, her MySpace profile was hacked and littered with various pictures of them "caught in the act". In positions I didn't even know existed. And trust me, I've read the Kama Sutra a time or two. I'm quite surprised that Joe and Stella haven't gotten together yet. He's half her age. I'd say he fits her criteria just fine. Oh Stella. I glance back down at my shirt, it's sticking to my skin. This makes me even more angry. I ball up the paper cup in my hand, aim for the back of her head, and fire. It narrowly misses, and lands in the bin next to her right foot. She spins around in her swivel chair and stares at me incredulously. Terribly sorry. I've got beer league baseball tonight. I was practicing my pitch. One point for me.
A quick smile, to appear sincere. I would get an A in Ass-Kissing 101.
I walk into the staff bathroom. It smells of cherry hand soap and bleach. Everything is sterile and sparkling. This makes my day a tiny bit better. Despite the fact that it's not a very professionally run workplace, it is usually clean, and thats always a relief. I approach the hand drier. I think that these things are completely useless. All they do is blow the droplets of water up my arms, and I usually just end up wiping my hands on my skirt anyways. I remember my friend in grade school used to wipe her hands on the walls as a means to dry them. It kind of defeated the purpose of washing, I thought. Some things, I will never understand. But today, the hand drier does have a use. And that is to dry my wet shirt. I look around, check under the stalls, and then proceed to pull it over my head. Suddenly, I hear the door creak as it opens. The material is over my face and I can not see who it is. A couple foot steps.
Oh, sorry love! Wrong door.
The door opens again. It was a mans voice. But I couldn't tell who. Great, they probably recognized who I was. It'll get around the floor in no time. I finish pulling off the blouse, and then thrust it under the drier head. The water stain begins to shrink, slowly but surely. A burning smell wafts up towards my nose. I'm going to blow the fuse. Oh well. I continue to hold it there until it is completely dry, and then pull it back on. I smooth out the wrinkles, give myself a quick look in the mirror, and then walk out the door. As I make my way past the printer, I pull a random document off the pile and pretend to be submersed in it as I walk by my co-workers. Hopefully the story of my bathroom adventure hasn't spread too quickly. I look at the sheet of paper; the title, Promotion Proposal, has been bolded and underlined twice. I like the use of an alliteration. If I were The Beast, I might actually consider this, I think, as I throw it into the paper waste bin. Stella bursts into my office.
Jane, have you seen one of my documents on the printer? It was just there a few minutes ago. It's called Promotion Proposal, and it's gone missing.
I look at her, pulling my blankest expression. I glance over at the bin.
Nope, haven't seen it.
Chapter Three: Ambivalence
uncertainty when caused by inability to make a choice or by
a simultaneous desire to say or do two conflicting things
Three and a quarter.
The minute hand of the clock, in somebody else's cubicle of course, finally strikes six. Finally, the day is finished. I thought it would never end. Tomorrow I'm bringing in a new clock to replace the one I had cast into the garbage, so that I can watch the minutes pass painfully, by myself in the comfort of my own office. I shut down my computer, no more tentative messages for me today. Bloody Satinskin, they can go fuck themselves. It wasn't much of a breakthrough product anyways. We could endorse something better. Getting up from my chair I look over at the flowers sitting on the sill. I contemplate taking them home, but then quickly remember that I am going to the pub with Jack. I suppose that carrying around a bouquet isn't exactly a quick way to meet men. I grab my coat from the back of my chair and slip it on, crossing the room. Shutting off the lights to my office, I close the door, lock it, because I definitely think that someones going to break in steal all of my 'valuable possessions', and make my way over to Jack's cubicle. He's finishing up a call. I lean against the wall, folding my arms, scuffing my right shoe across the ground. I make a face. Jack grins, giving me the 'just a minute' forefinger. I watch him scramble around the office, looking under stacks of paper, going through filing cabinets. He's always been so scattered, yet his sales are constantly on the increase. He always makes quota. My friend Jack, is indeed, a valuable asset to this company.
Hey, how was the rest of the day?
He hangs up, then walks over to me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. He then grabs his sweater and we head for the exit.
Oh you know, the usu'. I'm just glad it's over.
He nods, smiling at me, knowing that I'm not telling him everything. I've never been one for outward complaining. I'll bitch all I want in the quiet confines of my mind, and sometimes, I suppose I'll scrawl it all on the walls. But I do try to spare people all the 'woe is me' bullshit. I'll tell Jack the contents of the day once I have a few drinks in me.
We walk down the hallway, down the stairs, and through the door to outside. It's still fairly bright out, but it won't be for long; Winter is slowly creeping in. The autumn glow that was present in the sky last week has begun to fade. The trees have no leaves left on their spindly branches. The cobblestone pavement is dry and cold, and it brings out the grey in the clouds overhead. There are even sporadic Christmas decorations and garlands visible in some storefront windows. Crazy people, the holiday is more than a month away. We're all going to be sick of it before it even happens. But I can't deny, the Winter season does make me feel a bit more pleasant. With everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off, looking for the 'perfect gift'. And lovely carolers in the colorfully lit streets. It's a nice time.
We come to Jacks car, parked by the curb. It's an '84 BMW, an undeniably beautiful vehicle. It's matte black coat didn't really reflect the sun, the tire rims didn't spin, or sparkle, but I loved it. I always wanted one for myself, but instead got stuck with an '86 Jetta. Not that it's a bad car, I completely adore it as well. It's beige, and a classic, and it gets me where I need to go, so I'll take it. We both get into the car, it's a bit chilly; Jack starts it and turns on the heat. A low guttural noise comes from within the engine.
C'mon love, thats it, thats it. Give me some fiiiiirrreee!
Jack gently talks to the car, caressing it with his smooth voice, and it responds. The interior is warmed up within minutes. He puts the car into reverse, then drive, and we roll down the old cobble road.
Pulling into the parking lot, we hit just about every pothole in the gravel. Jack curses loudly as he sees the dust clouds rise up and fall around us.
I just washed the bloody vehicle! Who's idea was it to come here? Awe, fucking hell. You've got to be kidding me.
It was your idea. What? What is it?
I follow his gaze to the other side of the lot. There aren't a lot of cars, so I assume he's staring at the mauve convertible parked in the corner. It looks fine, I don't understand what the all the commotion is about.
It's herrrrrrr.
He grips the steering wheel, and exhales loudly, banging his head against it. It clicks. It's her. Gabriel, his ex-girlfriend from a few months back. And she wasn't just your standard ex. She was the type who continued to call, long after they were broken up, asking to go for coffee, 'just as friends' of course. She was the type who would send 'anonymous' messages and gifts, dropping hints that they should get back together. It was a nightmare really, she was just relentless.
Hey, it's okay. Maybe it's just a car that looks exactly like hers. C'mon, just put on a brave face, you can't avoid her forever.
Ahhhhh fiiiiinnee. Lets go.
I've noticed that Jack likes to talk in hyper extended syllables whenever he's upset, or distressed. We get out of the car and slowly walk across the lot. I put my arm around him, giving him a comforting rub on the back. He turns to me.
I've got an idea.
What is it?
How about.....You pretend to be my girlfriend? Just for the night, pleeaaaaaaaasseee. It would help me out so much.
What?! No! Absolutely not. That's a ridiculous idea.
And as ridiculous as the idea is, I find myself reaching for his hand and taking it in mine. His palm is a little moist, he must really be stressed out. Poor guy.
Thank you Jane, you have no idea how much this means. I'll make it up to you, I swear.
Yes, yes. You're bloody right you will.
I laugh, as we walk across the parking lot. Smiling to myself, I wonder if he thinks of it as just a simple diversion, or perhaps something more. Probably not, thats just crazy. It would never work out. But somehow, his hand in mine feels right. Like a match.
You alright love?
His voice brings me out of my trance, and I look up at him. His brown eyes staring into mine. He looks slightly panicked, as though I might bail out on him at any given moment.
Yes...Yes, I'm fine. Everything's fine.
I give his hand a slight squeeze as we come to the door. He reaches out and opens it, stepping in front of me, and letting himself in first. He barely pushes it open so that I can slide in after him. This irritates me a bit, but I quickly remember that we are not an actual couple, therefore it is not required that he acts chivalrous towards me. Though it would be nice to keep up appearances.
The air in the pub is warm, suffocating almost. It smells musty like old wood. The lights are dim, and some redundant Sex Pistols song is playing in the background. It's not the best pub in town, but it gives me my fix, for a relatively low cost. Jack and I sit down at the bar. He pretends to stretch, places his arm around me.
I do what I can.
The bartender spins around to face us.
What can I do for you folks tonight?
Pint a' Stella please.
Jack answers.
Just a spiced rum and coke for me thanks. With lime.
I answer. I was in the mood for a nice pint of draft beer earlier, but my mind had changed. The bartender places our drinks in front of us. Jack takes a long sip, as I squeeze my lime, stirring it in with my straw. I look at the contents of the glass. Just over half full.
* * *
And then! I told her that, noooo, I hadn't seen her document. I mean, she could have quite easily printed off another one, but still. It was like, fuccccckkk yoooouuuu biiitttchhhh. Oh, and I also 'accidentally' chucked a wad of paper at her head. It was classic.
4 drinks later, I listen to myself talk. Words just keep pouring out of my mouth, I have no control over them. I want to tell myself to shut up, but I can't. I just keep rattling on. I'm sure Jack isn't even paying attention anymore. I sure as hell wouldn't. I suddenly feel bad; here I am getting drunk, and he's sitting there listening to me, like a good friend, go on about my pathetic day, and my pathetic attempts to get back at people. I look at him, staring at me, his mouth smiling, head nodding at the appropriate time. And then, before I can even think about it, I lean in and kiss him. I'm a little off, and get the corner of his mouth. Our noses bump. He moves, kisses me full on, his lips covering mine. He places his hand behind my head, his lips part, they're moist. His tongue slips into my mouth and caresses mine. I pull away.
I, we, shouldn't..
I'm sorry.
No, no matter...
He takes his arm from around me, and folds his hands on the bar in front of him. We both stare straight ahead, taking occasional sips of our drinks. Though I notice Jack is tipping back a lot more than me. We grasp at small talk, trying to act as though what just happened, didn't happen at all. It doesn't work very well.
Uhm, Excuuuse me?
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1. JORDAN: Your first name of Jordan has created a deep, sensitive, refined nature with an intelligent mind. As you are particularly clever along business lines, and have mathematical ability and a keen appreciation of material values, you are inclined towards the business world. You would do well in a managerial position, as you have executive ability and a poised manner able to take charge and see that procedures are followed. You appreciate the finer things of life and look for quality in your material possessions. Your sensitivity and rather reserved manner make it very difficult for people really to know you. The name Jordan creates an interest in the deeper aspects of life.
2. JORDAN TAYLOR: There are 12 letters in your name. Those 12 letters total to 54. There are 4 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.
What your first name means: Hebrew Male To flow down. Flowing down. Hebrew Female Descended.
Biblical Male The river of judgment
Your number is: 9
The characteristics of #9 are: Humanitarian, giving nature, selflessness, obligations, creative expression.
The expression or destiny for #9: The expression that you exhibit is represented bythe number 9. Your talents center in humanistic interests and approaches. You like to help others as you were intended to be the 'big brother or big sister' type. You operate best when you follow your feelings and sense of compassion, and allow yourself to be sensitive to the needs of others. You work well with people, and have the potential to inspire. This suggests that you could successfully teach or counsel. Creative ability, imagination and artistic talent (often latent) of the highest order are present in this expression. It's possible that you're not using or developing all of these capabilities at this time. Some of your talents may have been used at an earlier time in your life, and some may still be latent. Be aware of your capabilities, so that you can make use of them at appropriate times.
If you are able to achieve the potential of your natural expression in this life, you are capable of much human understanding and have a lot to give to others. Your personal ambitions are likely to be maintained in a very positive perspective, never losing sight of an interest in people, and a sympathetic, tolerant, broad-minded and compassionate point of view. You are quite idealistic, and disappointed at the lack of perfection in the world. You have a strong awareness of your own feeling as well as those of others. Friendships, affection, and love are extremely important.
Undeveloped or ignored, the negative side of the 9 expression can be very selfish and self-centered. If you do not actively involve yourself with work that benefits others, you may tend to express just the opposite characteristics. It is your role to be very involved with other people and their needs, but it may be difficult for you achieve this role. Aloofness, lack of involvement, and a lack of sensitivity mark the low road of this expression.
Your Soul Urge number is: 5
A Soul Urge number of 5 means: The 5 soul urge or motivation would like to follow a life of freedom, excitement, adventure and unexpected happening. The idea of travel and freedom to roam intrigues you. You are very much the adventurer at heart. Not particularly concerned about your future or about getting ahead, you can seem superficial and unmotivated.
In a positive sense, the energies of the number 5 make you very adaptable and versatile. You have a natural resourcefulness and enthusiasm that may mark you as a progressive with a good mind and active imagination. You seem to have a natural inclination to be a pace-setter. You are attracted to the unusual and the fast paced.
You may be overly restless and impatient at times. You may dislike the routine work that you are engaged in, and tend to jump from activity to activity, without ever finishing anything. You may have difficulty with responsibility. You don't want to be tied down to a relationship, and it may be hard to commit to one person.
Your Inner Dream number is: 4
An Inner Dream number of 4 means: You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.
3. MAR 07, 1992: Your date of conception was on or about 15 June 1991 which was a Saturday. You were born on a Saturday under the astrological sign Pisces. Your Life path number is 4.
Your fortune cookie reads: Don't ask, don't say. Everything lies in silence.
Life Path Compatibility: You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 & 22.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 6 & 7.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 3, 5 & 9.
The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2448688.5.
The golden number for 1992 is 17.
The epact number for 1992 is 25.
The year 1992 was a leap year.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/4/1992 and ending 1/22/1993. You were born in the Chinese year of the Monkey.
Your Native American Zodiac sign is Wolf; your plant is Plantain.
You were born in the Egyptian month of Pachons, the first month of the season of Shomu (Harvest).
Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 2 AdarII 5752. Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 3 AdarII 5752.
The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 126.96.36.199.4 which is 12 baktun 18 katun 18 tun 16 uinal 4 kin
The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Saturday, 3 Ramadan 1412 (1412-9-3).
The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 19 April 1992. The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 26 April 1992.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 4 March 1992.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 7 June 1992.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 14 June 1992.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Monday, 28 September 1992.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Saturday, 18 April 1992.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 3 March 1992.
As of 2/26/2009 7:36:20 AM EST: You are 16 years old. You are 203 months old. You are 886 weeks old. You are 6,200 days old. You are 148,807 hours old. You are 8,928,456 minutes old. You are 535,707,380 seconds old.
Celebrities who share your birthday:
Paul Cattermole (1977) Ivan Lendl (1960) Tammy Faye Bakker (1942)
Daniel J. Travanti (1940) Willard Scott (1934) Lord Snowdon (1930)
Maurice Ravel (1875) Piet Mondriaan (1872) Luther Burbank (1849)
Top songs of 1992
End of the Road by Boyz II Men Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-Lot
Jump by Kris Kross Save the Best for Last by Vanessa Williams
Baby-Baby-Baby by TLC Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton
My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) by En Vogue Under the Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers
All 4 Love by Color Me Badd Just Another Day by Jon Secada
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 2.426614481409 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)
Your lucky day is Thursday. Your lucky number is 3 & 7. Your ruling planet(s) is Jupiter & Neptune. Your lucky dates are 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th. Your opposition sign is Virgo. Your opposition number(s) is 5. Today is your lucky day!
There are 9 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 17 candles. Those 17 candles produce 17 BTUs, or 4,284 calories of heat (that's only 4.2840 food Calories!). You can boil 1.94 US ounces of water with that many candles.
In 1992 there were approximately 4.1 million births in the US.
In 1992 the US population was approximately 248,709,873 people, 70.3 persons per square mile.
In 1992 in the US there were 2,362,000 marriages (9.2%) and 1,215,000 divorces (4.8%)
In 1992 in the US there were approximately 2,148,000 deaths (8.6 per 1000)
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.
In 1992 the population of Australia was approximately 17,581,284.
In 1992 there were approximately 264,151 births in Australia.
In 1992 in Australia there were approximately 114,752 marriages and 45,729 divorces.
In 1992 in Australia there were approximately 123,660 deaths.
Your birthstone is Aquamarine. The Mystical properties of Aquamarine: Aquamarine is often used to experience love and mercy. It is said to help ease depression and grief. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources). Jade, Rock Crystal, Bloodstone
Your birth tree is Weeping Willow, the Melancholy. Beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner.
There are 302 days till Christmas 2009!
There are 315 days till Orthodox Christmas!
The moon's phase on the day you were born was waxing crescent.
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Just wanted to let you know that my Japan trip is coming to an end. The time has almost come for me to leave and head toward the Korean Consulate to pick up my passport. Once I pick my passport up I will then head back to the Hakata Port International Terminal were I will take the ferry boat back to Korea. ...
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... Friday afternoon. This means that I will be able to head back to Korea Friday afternoon after picking up my passport.
For the rest of day and all day tomorrow I will take time to explore the area and I in. I will post pictures of my adventures.
... you can tell I have experienced a lot this afternoon and evening. I am going to be taking it easy for a bit tonight. I will be up early in the morning so that I can be at the Consulate as close to 8:00am as possible to drop off my passport and give them my visa number. I will be taking the subway to the consulate. I will find out tomorrow morning when I drop off my passport exactly how long I will have to stay in ...
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Seeking Refuge: Central American Migration to Mexico, the United States, and Canada
€ 33,99
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BeschreibungThis book chronicles the story of Central American migration to North America over the last 25 years, focusing both on national immigration policies and efforts to humanize the plight of war-torn, impoverished refugees.
InhaltsverzeichnisPreface and Acknowledgments List of Abbreviations Introduction 1. The Wars in Central America and the Refugee Crisis 2. Designing a Refugee Policy: Mexico as Country of First Asylum 3. Refugees or Economic Migrants? The Debate over Accountability in the United States 4. Humanitarianism and Politics: Canada Opens Its Doors to Central America Conclusion. Shared Responsibility? Legacies of the Central American Refugee Crisis Notes Selected Bibliography Index
PortraitMaria Cristina Garcia is Associate Professor of History at Cornell University and the author of Havana USA: Cuban Exiles and Cuban Americans in South Florida, 1959-1994 (California, 1996).
Pressestimmen"A strong and well-written work that makes an important contribution to migration literature. For anyone interested in the modern history of Central American immigration, this is a must-read." - Jacqueline Hagan, author of Deciding to Be Legal "While most politicians and too many scholars continue to view immigration and refugee policy as unilateral issues that are ultimately decided by individual nation-states, Garcia's comparison of the evolution of the Central American refugee question in Canada, the United States, and Mexico demonstrates in vivid detail the many ways labor and refugee flows have always been truly integrated, hemispheric social phenomena." - David G. Gutierrez, author of Walls and Mirrors: Mexican Americans, Mexican Immigrants, and The Politics of Ethnicity"
Untertitel: Sprache: Englisch.
Verlag: UNIV OF CALIFORNIA PR
Erscheinungsdatum: März 2006
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As for me, I believe these forums can be about whatever the posters want them to be. This can be about Ricoh cameras, photography made with Ricoh gear or about discussing and complaining about the Ricoh company.
I think it's important for the forum to be exactly what people want it to be but it's also important not to lose focus on why we actually use Ricoh products in the first place.
So since I seem to be addicted to using various lenses on the GXR, I like to photo posts here when I get a new lens, primarily because if shows people outside the core group what the Ricoh cameras and various lenses are capable of doing. I'm sorry to say that I have another lens coming for my GXR in a few days and I will start another thread about that ASAP!
I like seeing threads with different lenses on the GXR and think this is one of the best things about this because it highlights photos but also shows some lenses I would otherwise not know or see how they perform on the GXR. Your Canon FD 24mm f1.4 lens thread is very interesting as it's a lens I did not know about before and am now quite interested in.
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If horses could be embarrassed, Arvika Ligeonniere would have been more pink than brown as he crossed the line to win the Grade One John Durkan Memorial Chase at Punchestown .
A race that had been expected to feature three of the top-rated chasers in Ireland when the final declarations were made on Friday turned into a stroll for Willie Mullins's chaser. Flemenstar, last year's winner, was ruled out on Saturday after suffering a setback at home, and then Sir Des Champs, the runner-up in last season's Gold Cup, suffered a somersaulting fall at the third fence, leaving Arvika Ligeonniere and Ruby Walsh with only the 16-1 outsider Rubi Light to beat.
Arvika Ligeonniere made the most of the opportunity and his jumping was slick and efficient throughout on the way to a nine-length success in the two-and-a-half-mile race. Sir Des Champs walked away from his fall, but Davy Russell, his jockey, was stood down for the remainder of the card.
"He's probably better going right-handed," Patrick Mullins, his father's assistant trainer, said of the winner, "but he has won a Grade One around [left-handed] Leopardstown and he could drop back in trip.
"Sir Des Champs seems fine. He walked away, it was just one of those things. At least it's a long way from [the Cheltenham Festival in] March and hopefully he'll be OK in the morning. All being well, he'll go for the Lexus at Leopardstown [on 28 December]."
Arvika Ligeonniere is 14-1 for the Ryanair Chase at Cheltenham with Hills, and 20-1 with several firms for the Queen Mother Champion Chase, where he could expect to face last year's winner Sprinter Sacre, currently the 2-5 favourite.
Bryan Cooper replaced Russell on Bright New Dawn in the card's Beginners' Chase and made all the running to beat Mullins's Dogora by half a length.
"He was idling, but got the job done," Cooper said. "A proper true-run race is when you will see the best of him. He was only a length and three-quarters behind Champagne Fever [last year's Supreme Novice Hurdle winner] on hurdles form and on that evidence he has held his ability so we can go down that route."
Bright New Dawn is expected to contest a three-mile novice chase at Leopardstown's Christmas meeting, and is top-priced at 20-1 for the RSA Chase at Cheltenham.
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This is a town and municipality of the Madhubani District which is about 25 kilometers from the district of Darbhanga. The name of the place came down from the name of the Madhubani Raj which was branch of the Bettiah Dynasty which got separated due to a familu quarrel. At times, this place is also said to be named after the fact that here was once dense forests of honey and thus Madhu- ban. Also Madhubani means 'Madhu' means honey and 'Baani' means voice. This place is mainly known for its traditional art form known as the Madhubani form of Art. This is popular all over the world and is a separate school of art. This form of art mainly revolves around the life of Lord Krishna which you will find in all its paintings and designs.
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"Rose but your brother..." Cindy says worried.
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My brothers part of the FBI. If I ask him nicely he'll let things slip when it comes to me but.... he's the one who surggested me to them and then cause of my skills they became more interested.
Of course this also lead to a search on if my brother helped me in anyway with some of my crimes..... of course not. He never knew anything, he stayed out cause he knew I wouldn't do anything different.
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I pull out my keys and press the button. It opens my BMW and a few looked stund. One person even whistles.
"In" I hiss.
"But the lisence plate..." Terrence notes.
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Place Published: Bogota, Colombia
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Date Published: 2003
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Multidisplinary study of seven Colombian artists selected by the author and university as most representative of late 20th century fine art in Colombia. Book published on the 450th anniversary of the university. Each artists biography. portrait, and examples of work are included. Artists showcased: Augusto Rendón Sierra, Angel Loochkartt Boude, Carlos Enrique Rodríguez Arango, Manolo Colmenares García, Eduardo Emilio Esparza Mejía, Fernando Maldonado Rodríguez, ALejandro Hernández Pinto
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Bend man jailed in stabbing of roommate
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BEND, Ore. - A 20-year-old Bend man was arrested early Wednesday, accused of stabbing his roommate several times during a dispute a short time earlier, police said.
Police responded around 1:30 a.m. to a home at 387 SE Dell Lane on a reported stabbing, said Sgt. Tom Pine. Arriving officers found Jesse James West, 23, inside the home with several stab wounds on the upper half of his body, Pine said.
Bend fire medics took West to St. Charles Medical Center-Bend with non-life-threatening stab wounds, according to Pine; a nursing supervisor said later he was not listed in the public patient directory.
An investigation determined Spencer Antonio Perez was a suspect. Perez later was found at his mother's home and taken into custody without incident by Deschutes County sheriff's deputies, assisted by Bend police, Pine said. He added that Perez had minor injuries that did not require medical attention.
Perez was booked into the Deschutes County Jail on charges of first-degree assault and unlawful use of a weapon, Pine said. He was held without bail on a parole violation charge, according to jail records.
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Fatimah Jackson
Fatimah Linda Collier Jackson is an African American biologist and anthropologist.[1][2][3] She received her B.A. (cum laude and with distinction in all subjects), M.A., and Ph.D. from Cornell University. She was a professor of biological anthropology at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (UNC). She now teaches at Howard University in Washington, D.C. She became professor emerita of applied biological anthropology at the University of Maryland after teaching there for 20 years.[4] She is the recipient of the Distinguished Scholar Teacher Award from the University of Maryland in 1995.[5]
Jackson served as director of UNC's Institute of African American Research from 2009 to 2011.[6] She serves now as the director/ curator of the W. Montague Cobb Research Lab.[7] Her research on peoples of recent African-descent also led to appearances on the PBS program African American Lives and the BBC's Motherland.[citation needed] She believes that the theory of evolution and religion do not contradict each other.[8]
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- ^ Fatimah Jackson, Ph.D at the Wayback Machine (archived June 4, 2009)
- ^ Fatimah Jackson, Ph.D: Background Summary at the Wayback Machine (archived 2009-05-07)
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If you own a home improvement company, you've probably had to work harder during the last year than ever before.
Is the worst of the recession past us? Predictions to that effect would be pointless. If anything, events of the last year demonstrate that the world is less predictable than we'd like to have believed.
In August 2008 consumer spending surged to record levels. Then, in the fall, with the economy tanking, it dropped abruptly. Consumers kept their wallets in their pockets. And those wallets for the most part remain there. Saving is in. Spending is out.
You know all about this. It's more difficult to get people interested, harder to get them to "pull the trigger." It's especially tough selling big-ticket items with financing.
This change in attitude toward spending ? blame it on unemployment, tight credit, the drop in home values and home equity, and simply fear ? has weakened sales at many companies. But notice that most of them remain in business. That's because the owners, seeing sales go backward, often for the first time, were able to quickly, if painfully, adjust to changed circumstances. They turned their marketing practices upside down, reduced overhead, and added new products or services that consumers needed and could afford to pay for without financing.
The American Recovery and Reinvestment Act (ARRA) tax credits proved a big help by getting homeowners thinking about windows and roofing. They also provided home improvement companies with a way to start the conversation.
The good news is that the tax credits don't expire for another year, financing may be more available by mid-2010, and the end of the recession will likely bring with it pent-up demand for home improvement products. And if people plan to stay in their homes longer, all the more reason to invest in the comfort and energy efficiency of those homes.
But it's probably also true that when the recession is over, the American consumer will be more like the recessionary consumer ? unwilling to financially extend him- or herself, insisting on value for money spent ? than the consumer of the pre-recession years.
Many home improvement companies have already figured out how to market and sell to that consumer. They've put the spotlight on customer service and have learned to ask for cash sales. All that will make them better, stronger, and ready for growth when the wallets come out again.
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I sat in the grass, my hat set firmly on my head and the sun beating down on my back. I looked around, wondering if anything, anything at all would happen today.
I jumped up and turned towards a square hole that had appeared in the ground. "No way on a rabbits left foot!" I heard small, young voices from the hole and then footsteps on a ladder. A golden ball was floating just above the hole. I whistled and it came whizzing in my direction.
"Hurry!" I heard a boy's voice.
"We're coming!"
One, two, three, four, five and six. Six children in one day? Wait! An older girl was coming up the ladder! Seven children! Then, more footsteps followed, heavier ones. clip-CLAP, clip-CLAP. Adult ones.
"All accounted for?" the children looked around and made no protests, "Rightio then, please step away from the hole!" I went over to it and saw a large woman standing at the bottom. "Good-day ma'am!" With a swift hand motion the door and ladder disappeared and the hole sealed up. I looked over at the children who looked scared stiff.
"Hello there!" they didn't budge. Hmm, odd, my voice musn't be working. I put a hand to my throat and coughed. Much better! "HELLO THERE!" the children stumbled back, their hair blowing. "MY NAME IS POTTS! MR.POTTS! NICE TO MEET YOU!"
"We're not deaf you idiot!" said one of the boys. He looked to be about 14 and had fire on his head.
"Oh, right. Anyways, who are you little rascals? Wait! Don't tell me! First, I have to tell you something." I turned from the children, took three steps forward, looked back, winked, stretched my arms, wiggled my fingers, and whispered silently "Doors please!" About 53 beautiful white doors erupted from the sky, shooting to the ground in front of me.
"These, my lovelies, are doors,"
"No kidding," said the boy again.
"Hush! I have to make a speech!" I striahgtened my quirky bow tie on my shirt collar and fixed my colourful tuxedo-like jacket. "Anyways, you must pick a door and you will come upon The Magical Attic, in different places of course! But, no worries, I will help you find each other, that's the fun part!" I turned back to the doors, the tails of my jacket hitting my legs, and then swiftly turned back to the childrenand jumped towards them, landing vey close to all of them.
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A new mountain shelter with an African slant has opened for outdoor enthusiasts in a popular walking area in the Scottish Highlands.
The Bothy in Glen Kinglas is known as Abyssinia, and is now available for use after extensive renovation by charity volunteers
Peak District rangers have taken to two wheels to get across an important safety message for outdoor enthusiasts in the national park.
The authority volunteers pedalled 75 miles on loaned 'fire bikes' to highlight the dangers of wildfires
The event dubbed the world's toughest mountain race got underway in north Wales today, with runners heading south from Conwy Castle in a five-day event.
More than 200 competitors started the Berghaus Dragon's Back Race, with 315km (196 miles) of mountain running ahead of them
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No Stimulus Can Help Obama's Bracket
President Barack Obama's NCAA men's basketball bracket looks a lot like yours and mine. Tons of mistakes. No Final Four teams right. No reason whatsoever to pay attention anymore.
Now here's a president who truly feels our pain.
After getting off to a good start, Mr. Obama's bracket has collapsed amid the avalanche of upsets that have marked this year's tournament. The presidential bracket is in the 55th percentile of the nearly 4.8 million entries in ESPN.com's Tournament Challenge. His rank: 2,111,104th.


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My spicemeter is stuck at 95%. I'm stuck at "Actively participate in the Spiceworks community of IT pros like you."
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Jun 9, 2009 at 9:54 UTC
Update your profile. Respond to a post. It should refresh.
You may have to go to http://d0371968/features/show/13?type=help for it to trigger. I know after I upgraded to 4.0 Beta I had trouble getting it to 'trip' this item.
Good luck and welcome.
Jun 9, 2009 at 9:58 UTC
I had a similar problem at the time when I joined. I just left it for a few days, and one day it just jumped to 100%. There's probably a threshold in terms of number of posts that you need to go over before your participation can be considered "active" or something, so just enjoy the community and try to contribute where you can.
Noone can actually see your spicemeter but you anyway, it's only like a guide for you to make sure you've looked at all aspects of SW.
Jun 9, 2009 at 10:06 UTC
Thanks JPeppy and DBeer for your help. I'll just wait for it to refresh by itself.
Jun 9, 2009 at 10:25 UTC
Niagara Technology Group (NTG) is an IT service provider.
Contrary to popular belief there is no giant reward for pushing your bar all the way up to 100%. I tried that initially and was all excited to see what would happen but all it does is say 100%. It doesn't unluck new features or anything like that :)
Jun 9, 2009 at 11:38 UTC
I understand that. I am just OCD about having everything complete in Spiceworks.
Jun 9, 2009 at 11:41 UTC
Niagara Technology Group (NTG) is an IT service provider.
It took me a while to get it to 100%. I'm Aspergers Syndrome so not having it at 100% was driving me nuts! Very OCD-like.
Jun 9, 2009 at 11:50 UTC
What did you do to finally get it to 100%? I've edited my profile. I've also replied to a few posts and also a few polls.
Jun 9, 2009 at 12:42 UTC
Niagara Technology Group (NTG) is an IT service provider.
It just eventually went for me.
Jun 9, 2009 at 12:56 UTC
Oh, okay, you have to play the waiting game. Cool. Thanks for the info.
Jun 9, 2009 at 12:56 UTC
Yeah, mine has been stuck at 85% forever. But the meter in my dashboard is 100% The meter to the left of this thread is the one stuck at 85%.
Jun 9, 2009 at 1:04 UTC
Hey guys,
It does seem to be updating slowly right now for whatever reason. I used my test account to see how it is looking and it will not update for me either. I will do some more testing and see what happens.


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WASHINGTON Aug 20 Linda Hudson, chief executive officer of the U.S. unit of Britain's BAE Systems Plc, will retire early next year, the weapons maker said on Tuesday.
The company said it would start a search for a successor. Hudson, 62, joined BAE in 2007 and took over as CEO of the U.S. unit in 2009.
That promotion made Hudson the first woman to head a major U.S. defense operation and placed her in a small club of female CEOs heading what amounts to a Fortune 500 company.
Hudson will stay in her post through the first quarter of 2014 and will remain on the U.S. company's board through April 2015, BAE said. She will step down from the BAE Systems Plc board and the parent group's executive committee at the end of March 2014.
Hudson, who has worked in the defense industry for 40 years, held senior positions at General Dynamics Corp, another major weapons manufacturer, before joining BAE in 2007.
RBC Securities analyst Rob Stallard said Hudson won high marks for managing BAE during a time of huge growth and for aggressively attacking costs after war demand peaked.
"We ... don't expect this to be a major catalyst for the shares, assuming successful continuity," he said in a note to investors.
BAE stock was up 0.6 percent in London.
Ian King, CEO of BAE Systems Plc, credited Hudson for streamlining the U.S. unit, which accounts for about 40 percent of the company's total revenues, and diversifying its portfolio.
Hudson told employees in a statement that she had mixed emotions about leaving the company, but still had many goals left to achieve.
"I have many more things I want to do professionally and philanthropically; many places I want to go; and family and friends I'd like to see more often," Hudson said.
She said she felt confident that the company was well-positioned for success at "a time when the dysfunction in Washington has created a cloudy and uncertain environment."
Charles Stanley analyst Tina Cook said Hudson was highly regarded for her management of the company and her breadth of experience.
Michael Chertoff, chairman of the board of the U.S. unit, said in a statement that Hudson had guided the company through both wartime growth and preparation for defense spending cuts, "clearly establishing it as a major and leading defense company in the United States."
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