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Between Sistersby Kristin Hannah
No one knows you like your sister. She can make you laugh or break your heart with a single word. And no one writes novels like Kristin Hannah, an author who vividly explores the intricate bonds of family and, as Tami Hoag said "touches the deepest, most tender corners of our heart." Now, in her rich,/b>/i>
No one knows you like your sister. She can make you laugh or break your heart with a single word. And no one writes novels like Kristin Hannah, an author who vividly explores the intricate bonds of family and, as Tami Hoag said "touches the deepest, most tender corners of our heart." Now, in her rich, captivating new book, she creates an indelible portrait of two women, once lost to each other, about to come together in a time of exquisite joy and almost unbearable sadness. Sisters by blood, strangers by choice, each stands at a crossroads, ready to confront the betrayals of the past. . . .
Meghann Dontess is a woman haunted by heartbreak. Twenty-five years ago she was forced to make a terrible choice, one that cost her everything, including the love of her sister, Claire. Now, Meghann is a hotshot divorce attorney who doesn't believe in intimacy–until she meets the one man who can change her mind.
Claire Cavenaugh has fallen in love for the first time in her life. As her wedding day approaches, she prepares to face her harsh, judgmental older sister and their self-absorbed mother. It is the first time they have been together in more than two decades. Over the course of a hot Pacific Northwest summer, these three women who believe they have nothing in common will try to become what they never were: a family.
Tender, funny, bittersweet, and wonderfully moving, Between Sisters celebrates the joys and heartaches that can only be shared by sisters, the mistakes made in the name of love and the healing power of new beginnings–all beautifully told by acclaimed author Kristin Hannah.
From the Hardcover edition.
Editorial Reviews
"Bestselling author Hannah writes witty dialogue . . . bringing snap and a lot of warmth to a familiar lesson: that contentment comes from accepting each other's flaws."—People
"ENORMOUSLY ENTERTAINING . . . Hannah has a nice ear for dialogue and a knack for getting the reader inside the characters' heads."—Seattle Times
"[Hannah] writes of love with compassion and conviction."—Luanne Rice
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- 9780345464248
- Publisher:
- Random House Publishing Group
- Publication date:
- 06/03/2003
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- Random House
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- NOOK Book
- Pages:
- 400
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Dr. Bloom waited patiently for an answer.
Meghann Dontess leaned back in her seat and studied her fingernails. It was time for a manicure. Past time. "I try not to feel too much, Harriet. You know that. I find it impedes my enjoyment of life."
"Is that why you've seen me every week for four years? Because you enjoy your life so much?"
"I wouldn't point that out if I were you. It doesn't say much for your psychiatric skills. It's entirely possible, you know, that I was perfectly normal when I met you and you're actually making me crazy."
"You're using humor as a shield again."
"You're giving me too much credit. That wasn't funny."
Harriet didn't smile. "I rarely think you're funny."
"There goes my dream of doing stand-up."
"Let's talk about the day you and Claire were separated."
Meghann shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Just when she needed a smart-ass response, her mind went blank. She knew what Harriet was poking around for, and Harriet knew she knew. If Meghann didn't answer, the question would simply be asked again. "Separated. A nice, clean word. Detached. I like it, but that subject is closed."
"It's interesting that you maintain a relationship with your mother while distancing yourself from your sister."
Meghann shrugged. "Mama's an actress. I'm a lawyer. We're comfortable with make-believe."
"Have you ever read one of her interviews?"
"She tells everyone that we lived this poor, pathetic-but-loving existence. We pretend it's the truth."
"You were living in Bakersfield when the pathetic-but-loving pretense ended, right?"
Meghann remained silent. Harriet had maneuvered her back to the painful subject like a rat through a maze.
Harriet went on, "Claire was nine years old. She was missing several teeth, if I remember correctly, and she was having difficulties with math."
"Don't," Meghann curled her fingers around the chair's sleek wooden arms.
Harriet stared at her. Beneath the unruly black ledge of her eyebrows, her gaze was steady. Small round glasses magnified her eyes. "Don't back away, Meg. We're making progress."
"Any more progress and I'll need an aid car. We should talk about my practice. That's why I come to you, you know. It's a pressure cooker down in Family Court these days. Yesterday, I had a deadbeat dad drive up in a Ferrari and then swear he was flat broke. The shithead. Didn't want to pay for his daughter's tuition. Too bad for him I videotaped his arrival."
"Why do you keep paying me if you don't want to discuss the root of your problems?"
"I have issues, not problems. And there's no point in poking around in the past. I was sixteen when all that happened. Now, I'm a whopping forty-two. It's time to move on. I did the right thing. It doesn't matter anymore."
"Then why do you still have the nightmare?"
She fiddled with the silver David Yurman bracelet on her wrist. "I have nightmares about spiders who wear Oakley sunglasses, too. But you never ask about that. Oh, and last week, I dreamed I was trapped in a glass room that had a floor made of bacon. I could hear people crying, but I couldn't find the key. You want to talk about that one?"
"A feeling of isolation. An awareness that people are upset by your actions, or missing you. Okay, let's talk about that dream. Who is crying?"
"Shit." Meghann should have seen that. After all, she had an undergraduate degree in psychology. Not to mention the fact that she'd once been called a child prodigy.
She glanced down at her platinum and gold watch. "Too bad, Harriet. Time's up. I guess we'll have to solve my pesky neuroses next week." She stood up, smoothed the pant legs of her navy Armani suit. Not that there was a wrinkle to be found.
Harriet slowly removed her glasses.
Meghann crossed her arms in an instinctive gesture of self-protection. "This should be good."
"Do you like your life, Meghann?"
That wasn't what she'd expected. "What's not to like? I'm the best divorce attorney in the state. I live--"
"--in a kick-ass condo above the Public Market and drive a brand-new Porsche."
"I talk to Elizabeth every Thursday night."
Maybe it was time to get a new therapist. Harriet had ferreted out all of Meghann's weak points. "My mom stayed with me for a week last year. If I'm lucky, she'll come back for another visit just in time to watch the colonization of Mars on MTV."
"And Claire?"
"My sister and I have problems, I'll admit it. But nothing major. We're just too busy to get together." When Harriet didn't speak, Meghann rushed in to fill the silence. "Okay, she makes me crazy, the way she's throwing her life away. She's smart enough to do anything, but she stays tied to that loser campground they call a resort."
"With her father."
"I don't want to discuss my sister. And I definitely don't want to discuss her father."
Harriet tapped her pen on the table. "Okay, how about this: When was the last time you slept with the same man twice?"
"You're the only one who thinks that's a bad thing. I like variety."
"The way you like younger men, right? Men who have no desire to settle down. You get rid of them before they can get rid of you."
"Again, sleeping with younger, sexy men who don't want to settle down is not a bad thing. I don't want a house with a picket fence in suburbia. I'm not interested in family life, but I like sex."
"And the loneliness, do you like that?"
"I'm not lonely," she said stubbornly. "I'm independent. Men don't like a strong woman."
"Strong men do."
"Then I better start hanging out in gyms instead of bars."
"And strong women face their fears. They talk about the painful choices they've made in their lives."
Meghann actually flinched. "Sorry, Harriet, I need to scoot. See you next week."
She left the office.
Outside, it was a gloriously bright June day. Early in the so-called summer. Everywhere else in the country, people were swimming and barbecuing and organizing poolside picnics. Here, in good ole Seattle, people were methodically checking their calendars and muttering that it was June, damn it.
Only a few tourists were around this morning; out-of-towners recognizable by the umbrellas tucked under their arms.
Meghann finally released her breath as she crossed the busy street and stepped up onto the grassy lawn of the waterfront park. A towering totem pole greeted her. Behind it, a dozen seagulls dived for bits of discarded food.
She walked past a park bench where a man lay huddled beneath a blanket of yellowed newspapers. In front of her, the deep blue Sound stretched along the pale horizon. She wished she could take comfort from that view; often, she could. But today, her mind was caught in the net of another time and place.
If she closed her eyes--which she definitely dared not do--she'd remember it all: the dialing of the telephone number, the stilted, desperate conversation with a man she didn't know, the long, silent drive to that shit-ass little town up north. And worst of all, the tears she'd wiped from her little sister's flushed cheeks when she said, I'm leaving you, Claire.
Her fingers tightened around the railing. Dr. Bloom was wrong. Talking about Meghann's painful choice and the lonely years that had followed it wouldn't help.
Her past wasn't a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel. Meghann had learned that a long time ago. All she could do was drag it along behind her.
Each November, the mighty Skykomish River strained against its muddy banks. The threat of flooding was a yearly event; in a dance as old as time itself, the people who lived in the tiny towns along the river watched and waited, sandbags at the ready. Their memory went back for generations. Everyone had a story to tell about the time the water rose to the second floor of so-and-so's house . . . to the top of the doorways at the grange hall . . . to the corner of Spring and Azalea Streets. People who lived in flatter, safer places watched the nightly news and shook their heads, clucking about the ridiculousness of farmers who lived on the flood plain.
When the river finally began to lower, a collective sigh of relief ran through town. It usually started with Emmett Mulvaney, the pharmacist who religiously watched The Weather Channel on Hayden's only big-screen television. He would notice some tiny tidbit of information, something even those hotshot meteorologists in Seattle had missed. He'd pass his assessment on to Sheriff Dick Parks, who told his secretary, Martha. In less time than it took to drive from one end of town to the other, the word spread: This year is going to be okay. The danger has passed. Sure enough, twenty-four hours after Emmett's prediction, the meteorologists agreed.
This year had been no exception, but now, on this beautiful early summer's day, it was easy to forget those dangerous months in which rainfall made everyone crazy.
Claire Cavenaugh stood on the banks on the river, her work boots almost ankle-deep in the soft brown mud. Beside her, an out-of-gas Weed Eater lay on its side.
She smiled, wiped a gloved hand across her sweaty brow. The amount of manual labor it took to get the resort ready for summer was unbelievable.
That was what her dad called these sixteen acres. Sam Cavenaugh had come across this acreage almost forty years ago, back when Hayden had been nothing more than a gas station stop on the rise up Stevens Pass. He'd bought the parcel for a song and settled into the decrepit farmhouse that came with it. He'd named his place River's Edge Resort and begun to dream of a life that didn't include hard hats and earplugs and night shifts at the paper plant in Everett.
At first he'd worked after hours and weekends. With a chain saw, a pickup truck, and a plan drawn out on a cocktail napkin, he began. He hacked out campsites and cleaned out a hundred years' worth of underbrush and built each knotty pine riverfront cabin by hand. Now, River's Edge was a thriving family business. There were eight cabins in all, each with two pretty little bedrooms and a single bathroom and a deck that overlooked the river.
In the past few years, they'd added a swimming pool and a game room. Plans for a mini golf course and a Laundromat were in the works. It was the kind of place where the same families came back year after year to spend their precious vacation time.
Claire still remembered the first time she'd seen it. The towering trees and rushing silver river had seemed like paradise to a girl raised in a trailer that only stopped on the poor side of town. Her childhood memories before coming to River's Edge were gray: ugly towns that came and went; uglier apartments in run-down buildings. And Mama. Always on the run from something or other. Mama had been married repeatedly, but Claire couldn't remember a man ever being around for longer than a carton of milk. Meghann was the one Claire remembered. The older sister who took care of everything . . . and then walked away one day, leaving Claire behind.
Now, all these years later, their lives were connected by the thinnest of strands. Once every few months, she and Meg talked on the phone. On particularly bad days, they fell to talking about the weather. Then Meg would invariably "get another call" and hang up. Her sister loved to underscore how successful she was. Meghann could rattle on for ten minutes about how Claire had sold herself short. "Living on that silly little campground, cleaning up after people," was the usual wording. Every single Christmas she offered to pay for college.
As if reading Beowulf would improve Claire's life.
For years, Claire had longed to be friends as well as sisters, but Meghann didn't want that, and Meghann always got her way. They were what Meghann wanted them to be: Polite strangers who shared a blood type and an ugly childhood.
Claire reached down for the Weed Eater. As she slogged across the spongy ground, she noticed a dozen things that needed to be done before opening day. Roses that needed to be trimmed, moss that needed to be scraped off the roofs, mildew that needed to be bleached off the porch railings. And there was the mowing. A long, wet winter had turned into a surprisingly bright spring, and the grass had grown as tall as Claire's knees. She made a mental note to ask George, their handyman, to scrub out the canoes and kayaks this afternoon.
She tossed the Weed Eater in the back of the pickup. It hit with a clanging thunk that rattled the rusted bed.
"Hey, sweetie. You goin' to town?"
She turned and saw her father standing on the porch of the registration building. He wore a ratty pair of overalls, stained brown down the bib from some long-forgotten oil change, and flannel shirt.
He pulled a red bandanna out of his hip pocket and wiped his brow as he walked toward her. "I'm fixing that freezer, by the way. Don't you go pricing new ones."
There wasn't an appliance made he couldn't repair, but Claire was going to check out prices, just the same. "You need anything from town?"
"Smitty has a part for me. Could you pick it up?"
"You bet. And have George start on the canoes when he gets here, okay?"
"I'll put it on the list."
"And have Teena bleach the bathroom ceiling in cabin six. It got mildewy this winter." She closed the pickup's bed.
"You here for dinner?"
"Not tonight. Ali has a Tee Ball game at Riverfront Park, remember? Five o'clock."
"Oh, yeah. I'll be there."
Claire nodded, knowing that he would. He hadn't missed a single event in his granddaughter's life. "Bye, Dad."
She wrenched the truck's door handle and yanked hard. The door screeched open. She grabbed the black steering wheel and climbed up into the seat.
Dad thumped the truck's door. "Drive safely. Watch the turn at milepost seven."
She smiled. He'd been giving her that exact bit of advice for almost two decades. "I love you, Dad."
"I love you, too. Now, go get my granddaughter. If you hurry, we'll have time to watch SpongeBob SquarePants before the game."
The west side of the office building faced puget sound. a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows framed the beautiful blue-washed view. In the distance lay the forested mound of Bainbridge Island. At night, a few lights could be seen amid all that black and green darkness; in the daylight, though, the island looked uninhabited. Only the white ferry, chugging into its dock every hour, indicated that people lived there.
From the Hardcover edition.
Meet the Author
Kristin Hannah is the bestselling author of On Mystic Lake, Angel Falls, Summer Island, and Distant Shores. She lives with her husband and son in the Pacific Northwest.
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This book will tease your emotions from one end to the other. Be prepared for tears. Sisters? Meghan, a wealthy successful divorce lawyer, sophisticated and wordly city girl but happy? I think not. Claire, to the other extreme, down to earth, dropped out of college, simple, uncomplicated, country girl. Happy? These characters will grab your heart with both hands. This book is touching, intriguing, moving and will challenge your thoughts. Well worth reading!! Some others I rank up there in the number ONE spot are THE HELP, EXPLOSION IN PARIS and Firefly Lane...
The first book I read of Kristin Hannah's was Firefly Lane and I loved it. So when I saw she was the author I grabbed it. This story is touching and heart-warming. It's funny how one sister can be so different from another until they realize they can't live without eachother. I would definatly reccommend this book to anyone who likes to cry!!
Though she is wealthy, divorce lawyer Meghan Dontess is lonely. She has been forlorn ever since she made a decision twenty-five years ago that benefited her beloved younger stepsister but left her alone. Their mother left the two siblings behind in Sacramento while she went off to Hollywood. Sixteen at the time, Meghan worried about her younger sibling Claire so she called the father of her stepsister. He came immediately as Claire was family, but Meghan felt he left her out as her father was someone else. The relationship between the sisters was never the same.................................. When an estranged husband of a client almost kills Meghan, her colleagues and her psychiatrist tell her to go on vacation. Meghan has no place to go until Claire calls to tell her that she is marrying singer Bobby Austin. Meghan leaves Seattle for the campgrounds owned by Claire and her father in Hayden, Washington to protect her stepsister. As she realizes that Bobby loves Claire, Meghan falls in love with former doctor Joe Wyatt, who has more ghosts to contend with than Meghan......................... Though the angst at times feels overwhelming, fans of relationship dramas will take immense pleasure with Kristine Hannah¿s strong cast. Meghan, as the center of the tale, enables the audience to see deep inside her soul. The rest of the ensemble augments that perspective so that the audience observes a powerful tale of childhood demons that motivates adult behavior. BETWEEN SISTERS is more than just the relationship between the siblings, as the audience will appreciate this deep character study................................ Harriet Klausner
Kristin Hannah's book Between Sisters was a heart wrenching yet good read. This is another book I picked up to read on vacation after enjoying Hannah's Firefly Land & True Colors. Once again, Hannah did not disappoint. While I do not have a sister, I could relate to the concept of siblings choosing very different directions in life and a tragedy that could bring them closer together. Between Sisters left me on the edge of my seat waiting to figure out how these sisters would resolve their differences as more and more obstacles were thrown in their way. I think what is most poignant about Kristin Hannah's writing is how realistic her characters and their emotions and relationships are. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for an entertaining read.
This was a good book. It's about sisters who come together when times get tough. One sister finds out what loves is. I'd recommend reading this if you like something to curl up with at night.
Between sisters has a lot of unexpected twists and is a well written story. Expect to shed some tears while reading this book. It is hard to put this one down!
I loved everything about this book & author. I knew this was going to be a great book! You really start to feel for the characters and you start to understand where there point of view comes from. Wonderful Read!!
This was simply the best book I've read in a very long time. I was so moved by both sisters' stories and the growth of their relationship. I very seldom shed tears when reading a book, but this one did it for me. Kudos, Miss Hannah, for giving me an un-putdownable read!
This was a good book but it just dragged on........I kept waiting for the answer to the connection of the characters but it took over half the book. Its a good read but not a relaxing one at all. Good story though.
I read Kristin Hannah's newest books before writing her older stuff, like this. Big mistake. Her older book, like this isn't written the best. Sister comes back, other sister meets a man in a week and decides to marry him, sisters become best friends. No depth, no edgyness, and not realistic at all. Still, its an easy read for a road trip or a day at the beach. I wouldn't keep it on my permanent bookshelf, as its not the best of Hannah's. To be nice, it did make me watch out to my brother more (since i don't have a sister) and keep things going with him. All, and all, just kind of plain for me.
There are so few books out there that I would take time out to write a review for. Between Sister is one of those books I strongly recommend. It's a touching story about the strength of sisterhood bond. This book has me thinking about my two little girls and how fortunate they are to have each other. Please read and enjoy...
This was my first book by Kristin Hannah, but it certainly will not be my last. Very touching & i loved the character of Meg. All the characters have a nice rounded personality, no one is good or bad, which i really liked. Would recommend this book to anyone who likes fiction. Thank you Ms Hannah for this wonderfull book.
I totally enjoyed this book, Kristin makes you want to stay and be her characters friend : ) I zipped through this book so fast...it was that good .
This is the 1st book I've read by Kristin Hannah but will not be the last! I loved this book. Going to shop for more of hers today!
I love to read and I couldn't put this book down, I had to near the end because I had to get more kleenex :( A must read for all!
I am disappointed in this bk, i have read true colors and night road and they r great 5 star books. She is a great author but truely this book dragged for the first 100 pages and it was really hard to get into until the end which had a good plot. It should have been a book with 150 pages instead. :(
This is an excellent read. I had a hard time putting it down. Kristin does a great job of introducing each of the individual characters and then bringing them all together in a unique way. She creates characters that you can relate to. The story has unique twists and turns... that allow you to imagine what is going to happen. There is one point at the end where i was disapointed... but that does not take away from an overall great book.
I just love this author's style of writing and since I have good bond with my sisters, enjoyed the developement and the telling that the bond of blood is strong.
Reading this book is like looking relating to your sister. The elder ones are always protective and consider their younger sister almost like their own offspring. They know what to shield the younger ones from. The younger ones are philosophical and emotional and always think from the heart. Neither can go through a rough patch without the other. I would recommend this book to all who have siblings and can relate to being the elder one or the younger one. It makes you understand the tempo and the thoughts that run through the other, sometimes the ones you missed. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and as always i find Hannah's writing applaudabile. So i went and picked up another one of hers, fingers crossed.
This book kept my attention from start to finish. I almost couldn't put it down and did finish it in one day. Kristin Hannah is a gifted story teller and her humor is wonderful!
kristin hannah is a wonderful writter i just finished the book summer island and i loved it so much that i got online to find anymore books that i could read from this new author i found and then i found some other books that i never knew existed.so then i found a new released book and had to have it ,but i guess i have to wait until april i can hardly wait, you are a remakable writter and keep up the good work
Another amazing story, this one has a happy ending. I laughed and I cried like a baby. Kristin Hanna has the amazing talent of being able to engage her reader's emotions into the characters in her stories.


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It's GoneFrom: Saturday, 22 October 2005
To: Monday, 21 February 2011
- 1949 days
- 5 years, 4 months
- 168,393,600 seconds
- 2,806,560 minutes
- 46,776 hours
- 278 weeks
From excitement, anticipation, and plans, to apathy, disappointment, and resignation.
It had to go. Partially because of the ever-increasing deferred maintenance that I knew I had to do and pay for soon, partially because I was burnt out on it, but really, it was about her. Memories of her. I couldn't look at, drive in, or think about the car without memories of her. From the day I picked it up and drove it home only to find that she had spent the day with him, until I drove out of our driveway for the last time on 6 August 2010, pulling a trailer of my stuff using the hitch I designed, it seems like the A3 was an evil talisman. I couldn't even post here any more because everything about it brought back a bad memory.
Thanks to Stephen King, people associate the name 'Christine' with bad automotive karma. For me, I'll never see an A3 without thinking Sandra. Both were money-sucking, soul-destroying Austrians who looked pretty but underneath were just irredeemably defective.
It's gone. I will miss some things about it. Actually, many things about it. Maybe someday I'll find another car to get excited about, but for now I've replaced it with
Here are the final stats for every single fueling:
When I was about to drive off in my new car, I couldn't. I got out and went over to the A3. Walked around it, caressed it. I got in. Flashed the bi-xenon lamps. Foot on the modified Ultimate Pedals clutch, I shifted through all the gears remembering the night I installed the Forge Short Shift Kit. As I glanced up at the sunvisor where I had removed the warning label, I saw the lady sales manager was watching me out the dealership window, smiling. I got out of the A3, into my new car, and drove away.
Even dysfunctional relationships are hard to leave behind.
Thank you for all the visits to this blog, and for all the emails over the years. I'll leave it up as a resource for the A3 community as long as people are still reading it.
UPDATE: August 2013
I replaced the A3 as described above in February 2011 with a Subaru. Perfectly reliable and it met my needs at that time, but it definitely was not "me". I got rid of it in August 2013, and replaced it with...
...a 2013 Volt. It really is the spiritual successor to my A3, and it makes me happy.
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Just in time for summer, Colorado-based Osmosis Skin Care is promoting its drinkable sunscreen.
Take a few swigs of its UV Neutralizer Harmonized Water and in an hour your skin will radiate sun-blocking waves that neutralize 97% of the sun's UV rays, or so goes the company's claim.
Is it too good to be true?
Well I'm no doctor, but…
The ingredients are listed as distilled water and the company's proprietary blend of 'multiple vibrational frequencies.' According to Osmosis Skin Care, they've identified the precise vibrational frequencies—basically radio waves—that neutralize ultraviolet radiation. They infuse hundreds of thousands of vibrations into distilled water, and then they bottle it up. When you drink the solution, the vibrations are shared with the body's own fluids at a cellular level and then the vibrations are emitted through your skin where they repel sunlight. Got that?
Each 2 milliliter dose lasts for 4 hours before you have to chug some more, and a 100-ml bottle of UV Neutralizer Harmonized Water retails for $30. Since it's marketed as a cosmetic, the FDA hasn't reviewed the product, although some of the other products in the Osmosis line have received approval in Kenya.
Harmonized waters might be hard to swallow, but you can eat your way to sun protection.
There's no shortage of legitimate, peer-reviewed clinical studies documenting the skin-protecting qualities of a carotenoid-rich diet. Carotenoids are members of a family of nutrients that contribute sun blocking pigments to plants and animals. When carotenoids are in the foods we eat, the pigments are deposited in our skin where they prevent sunburn and the kind of oxidative stress that leads to skin cancer. It's a measurable level that a dietician can assess with a laser scan of your skin.
Carotenoids are why frogs are green and flamingos are pink. They put the yellow in egg yolks and turn a cooked lobster red. Dark chocolate and green tea are good sources of dietary carotenoids, as are most deeply colored fruits and vegetables like squash, sweet potatoes, carrots, apricots, and dark green leafy greens, and the colorful flesh of salmon and trout.
A thorough explanation of dietary carotenoids along with the carotenoid content of dozens of foods can be found at the online at the Micronutrient Information Center at the Linus Pauling Institute of Oregon State University.


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Get involved online
We are now beginning to see the opportunities presented by social media. Sceptics may decry the hype and the abundance of puerile content, as they did with the web 15 years ago, but the social web offers great possibilities for furthering Palms' mission.
Returnee, donor, friend, member or all of the above?
Some loyal Palms' supporters were surprised to discover recently that they were ineligible to vote at our AGM. Maybe the reasons for the formal process of signing on as a member have not been adequately explained. I hope I can clarify a little and those so inclined are able to complete the required formal application and participate fully next time.
Welcome new directors
As Palms continues its important work for our common humanity in this jubilee year, it is crucial to acknowledge the work of our amazing staff and volunteers whose determined and quiet work humbly continues. I would like to also thank Palms' outgoing directors for their wonderful contribution in the shaping of Palms. I'd especially like […]
Six months to go
This proved very successful; hence, the Diocese Office will be healthier when I leave in May 2012 and with the training provided there is every hope that this health will be sustained into the future.
The value of a visit
Palms undertakes to visit each volunteer at least once during their placement. After each visit, the visiting representative writes a report for members, however this year we let the volunteers themselves report on the value of a Field Visit.
Building houses and building capacity/Keep Palms in PNG
For security reasons, AusAID is currently unwilling to support Palms Volunteers placed in Papua New Guinea, though we remain as committed as ever to continuing our work with our partners in PNG. Our relationships and networks are too strong to abandon. Our history and knowledge of PNG are too valuable to waste.
Mission with the vision of a revolutionary
Clair and Merv in 2011 So much has occurred over the past fifty years and like an old soldier, age has wearied me. I understand that Eileen Boylan has just celebrated her ninetieth birthday. It was her late husband, Roy, with his crumpled-up tie and carpet slippers, who led a PALMS committee that was a […]
AGM and Jubilee dinner
The AGM and Jubilee Dinner to celebrate Palms' fifty years of international development volunteering was attended by 140 guests. AusAID's Dr Gemma Edgar's gave the keynote address, "How grassroots agencies like Palms enhance Australia's development effectiveness".
Culture, a matter of life and death
One of the great joys of volunteering is sharing in the real culture of another community. Recently, Anne Chapman in East Timor and Fran Hewitt in South Africa shared insights into family and death respectively.
Volunteers in transition
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Sony Computer Entertainment chief Kaz Hirai has unveiled a new PS3 service today. Entitled Life With PlayStation, it's a worldwide news and weather application, allowing users to browse location-based information using a 3D globe display. Imagine Google Maps mixed with Wii's news and weather channels and you get the picture. Speaking of Wii, Hirai has already caused consternation among Nintendo fans by claiming, "It's only the PS3 that can provide such a unique experience."
However, it seems the generic news service is only the start of the Life story. Quoted on Next Gen, he adds, "In the future, we'll build a system that can virtually present stored photos or movies according to recorded time and place, allowing users with their friends and family to enjoy them visually in chronological order". There's also talk of dynamic advertising and paid-for downloads.
With its community service, Home, set to go into open beta this Christmas, it looks like Sony is attempting to provide a complete web 2.0 solution on the PS3 platform. It's a nifty idea - many home computer users are utterly bewildered by the sheer number of social networking, social bookmarking, content-sharing and news services. I know I am. PS3 could well offer a one-stop shop for creating and maintaining social networks and news feeds. As long as all your mates have PlayStations, of course.
And although the Wii services must have provided some inspiration for Life, I think the success of the Folding@Home application may have played a vital role too. Loads of people I know love the globe display that features as part of the distributed computing project - all it does is show the vicinity of every internet-connected PS3 on the planet, but there's something hypnotic and compelling about the real-time connection it engenders to the rest of the planet. Life is a natural extension to this.
There's no word yet on release date. Expect more details at E3.


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Carnival's "MyDocuments" Web portal, available now, and NCL's paperless system, set to launch on May 28, will give paid guests 24-hour online access to their cruise docs and the ability to make any necessary changes in "real time." Here's how it works:
Guests will be able to print boarding passes and luggage tags, check on shore excursions, etc. up to 60 days prior to sailing with NCL. Upon payment with Carnival, guests will have full access to their online documents, including printable luggage tags for assigned cabins; excursion booking opens 180 prior to sailing. Customers who have purchased an air/sea package through Carnival will also be able to view air schedules within 75 days of their departure date.
Carnival cruisers who prefer the traditional snail mail process will still have the option of having paper documents mailed to them 30 days prior to their scheduled sailing date. NCL, however, will be going completely paperless. Guests who have already paid for their NCL cruise will receive a "Freestyle Cruising Kit" in the mail in advance of the e-documents. After May 28, they will be notified via e-mail that their e-docs are ready for inspection. No Internet access? NCL will print and send boarding passes to guests who booked directly with the line (not through a travel agent).
Don't lose your booking number. It's required for access, along with passenger name, ship and sailing date.
In an interesting note, neither line mentioned the potential environmental benefits of a paperless system in their statements. Why not save a tree while you cruise? Print your e-boarding pass on recycled paper.
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So, hello, everyone! This is Lucky from Lucky-Angel135, bringing you this new ficcie. It's actually posted under Wilted Boquet of Lies on our profile, but yeah, I decided to change the name to Laments of A Caged Doll. It fits more. XD
Okay, pairings! USUK (DEFINATELY), PruHun, SpaRom, Franada, RuChi, DenNor, slight SwitLiech for now. Since the plot's still under development, I might add more. Remember something, guys. You have to be patent for the all of the pairings listed just then to show up~ And this is written completely Lucky-style. Anyone know what that means? How about a hint for you SLK fans?
I planned Yellow's arc. Yeah. XD
Oh, a final warning. This is a REALLY, REALLY ABSTRACT FIC. I'm just warning you guys to keep an open mind, especially later on. Some things are just not possible in real life, duh. XD I'll warn you guys when we get to the part where you'l have to be really accepting~
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. (Insert witty comment here.)
Once upon a time.
There was a girl.
The girl was very pretty...
But she was very lonely.
She had no one to play with. Her days were spent locked up in a magnificent cage that made her feel like she was not missing out in anything, when in reality, she was missing everything. Lifeless dolls were her only company—dolls that would do anything she wanted. The girl was used to not speaking, she didn't have any friends. She grew up around those emotionless models, and soon, in time, became equally blank.
This girl was broken.
But there was hope.
She had a brother.
Her brother was very smart. He felt very bad for his sister, knowing that she was different. She was special. She could make you re-live things, something that everyone would want to take from her. So he has to lock her up in the glass room, letting her to shine for everyone outside, but not allowing anyone to penetrate into the heart of the light.
The girl became more and more depressed. She didn't shine as brightly anymore. She wanted to see someone. Anyone. Even her brother never visited her anymore. She never died—she turned back the clock inside the cage so she would never age. Her dolls continued on with her, never perishing, but never living at the same time.
Her brother worked around the clock. He wanted to make something, anything, to amuse his sister in her perpetual prison. He made her toys that sang and chirped, but none of them captured her attention. Finally, he decided to give her what her favorite toy was. Dolls. Dolls can play with her. Dolls can laugh with her. Dolls, he decided, that had feelings, that had life. He worked to accomplish his goal, driving himself madly towards a point that other humans would consider to be impossible.
He began with trying to turn dolls into humans. He spent millions of his inheritance money on trying to animate the un-living. Nothing worked. The dolls stayed as they were, silent and still.
And then he tried turning humans into dolls.
The success was mind blowing.
With his successful group, he sent them to his sister, leaving another group as backup. However, after all this, the brother had spent too many days working on the Perfect Doll project. Without alerting his sister, he died.
The girl met the first Doll the next day.
He had walked up to the prison, something that no one had done in a very, very long time. He simply stood there for a while, staring at her curiously through the glass cage. She stared back. The girl hadn't seen anyone for the longest time. However, gathering her past memories, she could tell that he was beautiful. Beautiful to the point where she wondered if he was still human. They didn't exchange words. They simply stood there, staring at each other. And then the boy turned around and walked away.
The girl wanted to call after him, but her voice didn't work after centuries of no use.
The next day there were two of them. The girl wanted to invite them in, but no one could penetrate the cage.
The next day brought three more. The girl looked at them hungrily from her side of the glass, but couldn't reach them. This was the closest to humankind that she had been in decades. Her fingers were pressing against the glass, wishing desperately that somehow she could reach them.
Meanwhile, the Perfect Dolls stared at the girl. All five of them were all impossibly beautiful and moved like dancers—like the perfect species of humans. Suddenly, the first boy cracked a smile, pressing his hand against where the girl's hand was. He would have touched her if not for the glass between them. The girl began crying, wanting to talk to them so badly.
Then, he spoke.
"Would you like to be our friend?"
The girl was speechless. She immediately tried to make her voice work again, but it felt like sandpaper had been stuffed down her windpipe. Wheezing sounds of all varieties came out before she was finally able to push out with all her might, "P-P-Please."
The first boy, the boy with his hand on the glass, smiled.
It shattered.
The glass shards glimmered as they cascaded onto the ground. Suddenly the girl's hand was met by something warm and soft. Her eyes widened when she saw that her palm was touching the boy's. He simply smiled softly at her before sweeping her into a hug and stepping back into place with the others.
The girl looked, stunned, at the five boys in front of her. She forced herself to speak again. This time it was easier. "H-H-How did you break into my world?" she asked. The girl was not used to having company. She hid behind a doll, not knowing how to do anything else. The simple perfections of the boys were dazzling in itself.
"We came here because we were made for you," the first one said. And at once, all of her dolls disappeared, including the one that the girl had been hugging. She cried out with alarm, but the leader of the five Perfects shushed her. "Now, we will be your dolls."
From that moment on, the Perfect Dolls were inseparable from the girl. They played together. They cried together. They loved one another, and finally, the girl felt whole.
"The. End."
Elizavéta said the two words slowly and dramatically, both Peter and Ravis staring at her with wide eyes. They looked at her as she gently closed the book of fairy tales, which seemed to finally end their stupor. Peter actually jumped out of his bed, smiling broadly. "That was so cool, Lizzie! Where did you find that story? I never heard it before!"
Elizavéta chuckled, flicking Peter lightly on the nose before pushing him back down into his bed. "I found it in this flea market. It's a book of all of these Swiss fairy tales that someone really didn't seem to want." Elizavéta frowned down at the cover, rubbing her fingers along the torn binding.
"It looks really old," Ravis peeped up timidly from his covers. Elizavéta looked over, smiling at the other small boy. Ravis had his comforter pulled all the way up to his chin, which made him look smaller than usual. "Why would no one want it? It's such a nice book. And the cover's so pretty too."
"Well, for one, it's written in German." Elizavéta tucked a pouting Peter into his sheets, looking over her shoulder at Ravis. "Not many people can read German and translate it at the same time. I'm taking classes on it right now." She tweaked Peter's nose, making the boy squirm slightly. "Can youunderstand German, Petie?"
Peter seemed to sit up taller in his bed, jostling his covers again. "Of course I can," he said indignantly. "In fact, I'm taking classes too! Right now! In school! They're teaching German to us!"
Elizavéta laughed, passing the book of fairy tales to Ravis so he could look at the pictures. "Of course. And I suppose teaching German to a group of second graders would be an everyday occurrence now, right?"
"They're teaching the fifth graders Japanese," Peter said haughtily.
"I'm sure they are, sugar. Now will you stop jumping up like a jack-in-the-box? Your mom said to make sure that you guys get in bed at nine." Elizavéta leaned across Ravis's bed and pulled her IPod out of the dock, abruptly ending Sweet Dreams. Cries of protest immediately rose from Peter's bed, but Elizavéta raised her hand. "You're too young to listen to Beyoncé anyway."
Ravis offered the book back to Elizavéta, who took it. "But Ms. Lizzie, we listen to the Black Eyed Peas too."
"Well there's a parenting fail if I've ever seen one," Elizavéta laughed. "Tell you what. Mrs. and Mr. Galante don't get back until later, so why don't you guys sleep in the same bed for now." Peter jumped up with excitement. Elizavéta moved fast enough to set down the priceless book before the small boy tossed his arms around her.
"Can we? Really?" Elizavéta laughed.
"Yeah. And I seriously need a place to lie down. I've been working my butt off, trying to get these stupid biology papers written for school." She pried Peter's arms off of her waist and shooed him into Ravis's bed, which caused blankets and pillows to fly in the air as Peter made no hesitation in jumping into the other's covers. Elizavéta groaned at seeing the mess, falling backwards onto Peter's pillows and covering her eyes with an arm. "You two better fix that yourselves—I'm not getting up again."
"Yes, Ms. Lizzie," Ravis chirped. Elizavéta heard blankets shifting and some muffled giggles before everything was quiet once more. Of course, knowing that it was Ravis and Peter that she was babysitting, that silence was most certainly not to last. Elizavéta knew from personal experience that the best way to make Peter fall asleep is to knock him out with a baseball bat.
Though this time around, the disturbance didn't seem to come from either of the two. It happened to be the phone in Mr. and Mrs. Galante's room, ringing as if it was trying to save someone's life. Elizavéta groggily lifted her arm to look over at the two, who were staring at her with wide eyes. "Who wants to pick that up?" she asked.
"Not it!" Peter chirped immediately, ducking back into the covers. Ravis looked at him, at Elizavéta, who looked at him with raised eyebrows, and sighed. He gently slid out of the covers and padded out of the room in bare feet. Elizavéta could hear him walking down the hall and into his parents' room. Elizavéta frowned. Only a few people knew of the phone that Mrs. Galante kept in their bedroom. The calls made to there were usually business calls or calls of close family.
"Ravis Galante speaking, how may I help you?" Elizavéta heard the soft voice from down the hall advancing slowly towards them. She wished she could hear what was going on, but the phone in Ravis's bedroom was usually called only by his friends and had a different number than the phone that was in the master bedroom. "...Yes...Ms. Lizzie is here right now." Elizavéta shot up just as Peter sat up at the same time. Ravis stepped back into the room, looking very lost. He covered the speaker with a hand and looked at Elizavéta. "It's for you, Ms. Lizzie."
Elizavéta frowned but took the phone, pressing it to her ear, fully aware of the two little boys listening in. "Yes, this is Elizavéta Héderváry. Is there something I can do for you?" Elizavéta frowned when the only sound that responded to her question was some scuffling, a few mutters of, 'No, you say it!', 'I don't want to, you do it.', and 'It was your idea in the first place!' Finally, after hearing a sound that reminded Elizavéta vaguely of breaking glass, a slightly breathless and...British...voice answered.
"Er...I'm terribly sorry about the inconvenience of this call, Ms. Héderváry, but my...acquaintance here—" ("You take that back!") "—Was wondering if you might possibly have a book of German fairy tales, titled Tales in a Glass Cage? My very brilliant acquaintance here accidentally lost it in a local park some time ago. We were informed that the book traveled hands to a shop in the global traveling flea market." There were more scuffles as the English person that Elizavéta had appeared to been talking to was shoved away by another louder voice.
"I know this area code!" the new voice shouted through the phone lines. Elizavéta winced at the force of the yell. "You're in America, aren't you?"
"Yes," Elizavéta answered cautiously. "And I happen to have the very book." She glanced quickly at the worn volume resting on Ravis's bed-stand. "What did you want with it, exactly?"
The person that was now on the phone exhaled in a slightly irritable way. "Look, can you, like, ship the book to an address in...say some other country? That book belongs to someone...really, really important. I'll pay for it and all that, but I seriously need that book soon. Preferably in ten minuets." Elizavéta gagged on her spit the same time at the Briton in the background did.
"How unreasonable are you?" the voice in the background demanded. "It'll take ages for that book to get back to Switzerland from America!"
"Switzerland?" Elizavéta asked abruptly. "Are you serious? I can't just ship this book over to Switzerland! And besides, I like it too! I'm not handing it over that easily! If you want it, you'll have to come get it yourself!"
There was silence on the other end.
"Well then...Arthur, book some flights to Maryland."
Ravis wondered vaguely if all of the blood draining from your face was a bad thing. Elizavéta looked as pale as a whiteboard.
The other speaker, Arthur, blew up in the background. "You have got to be bloody insane! I'm not dragging my arse all the way to Maryland just to pick up a book! And besides, it's all your fault! Why am I coming along? I have no business in America! Just go by yourself, Alfred!"
The current speaker, Alfred, didn't even bother covering the receiver. "Well, it would be no fun if I went to America all by myself. I haven't been there in ages, you know that!"
"Get someone else to go for you!"
"Who?" Alfred demanded. Elizavéta felt faintly ignored.
"Gilbert! He needs to go do something productive for once! Send Gilbert over to America to pick up the bloody book!"
"No buts! I don't want you all the way in America and then have a massive McDonald's bill be shipped back here!"
"That only happened once, and even then, Vash payed for it all!"
"Did he look like a happy man when he payed for it?"
"No, but..."
"Your question is answered," Arthur snapped. Elizavéta heard clicks as the phone changed hands again. This time Arthur was louder. Elizavéta heard a muffled thud, almost as if someone just fell. "Thank you for speaking to us, Ms. Héderváry. We'll send someone over immediately to pick up the book. Have a nice day."
Elizavéta stared at the phone in shock. Did that really just happen? The events had played out like a badly written comedy or soap opera. She looked over at Peter and Ravis, who had heard everything. "Do you squirts think they'll actually come?" she asked them. Peter's mouth was hanging open, Ravis's entire frame was shaking.
"I hope not," Ravis whispered. "They scared me. I don't want that scary flea market person to come. I heard something breaking in the background."
"I heard multiple things breaking in the background. Ms. Lizzie, you have to hide that book! If they really do come here, they'll take it from you! And you didn't even read us the entire thing yet!" Peter said fervently, his eyes constantly flickering to the tattered volume set on Ravis's bedside. "You need to go into hiding! Join the mafia! Get the FBI's attention!"
Elizavéta looked at him, surprised for a moment, before laughing and patting both boys on the head. "Aha, Peter, you're so dramatic! Nothing like that would happen in real life. Don't worry about them! They were probably just some prank callers that just looked up some random number in the phone book. And besides, if they really were from Sweden—"
"Switzerland," Ravis reminded.
"Sorry, Switzerland; they still wouldn't be able to find us in all of Maryland!"
"They knew my number," Ravis whispered, shaking. "And they knew you were here, Ms. Lizzie. I'm scared. Are they really going to come?"
Elizavéta bent down and pressed a kiss to Ravis's forehead. "No one's going to come after you, dear. I promise. I'll tell Mr. and Mrs. Galante about this phone call and everything's gonna be okay, Rav-Rah. You two just get some sleep, it's way past your bedtime. I promise I'll wake you up before Mr. and Mrs. Galante come back so you guys don't look like you do this every time I babysit."
"Okay, Ms. Lizzie," Ravis giggled, forgetting about the strange phone call. Peter grinned at his friend and tackled him. Elizavéta scowled.
"But if you guys keep on tousling the sheets like that I'll make you regret it!"
"The kid's got a point," Chelle said, sipping noisily on her straw. She tilted her cup slightly, trying to get the last drops of the banana milkshake into her mouth. Elizavéta waited patiently for her best friend to finish scavenging before the dark-haired girl sighed, put the cup down, and covered one of Elizavéta's hands with her own. "There are plenty of stalkers after hot girls like us these days. You better watch your back, gal."
Elizavéta sighed, stirring her strawberry milkshake with her free hand, looking out around the mall food court. The rest of their group of friends had dissipated to storm Bath and Body Works and
Sephoria in search of perfume for the school's winter dance. This year it would be an English sort of tea party theme, which the school was naturally going to blow itself up on. The girls would be wearing old dresses, the boys tailcoats, and classes would be canceled so the dance could be held in the morning, and everyone naturally had to go over their head to impress their dates. Elizavéta had found that her friends had been running around in panic for most of the morning.
"I don't want to pull a complete freak out though," she said, frowning down into a stubborn chunk of strawberry that clogged her straw. "I don't think it should be that serious. After all, all of this is just over one little book."
"Did you bring it?" Chelle pressed, drawing her hand back and leaning forward at the same time. She looked eager. Elizavéta hesitated, and then opened her purse and brought out the old book, laying it on the table between them. Chelle immediately snatched it up, her face falling when she saw it was written in German. "Well, I can see that this was well loved," she said, closing it again. "It looks so old, the binding's practically fallen off. What's it about?"
Elizavéta frowned at the volume, taking it into her arms. "I haven't finished it yet, but all the fairy tales seem to be connected. The first one was about a girl that had the ability to bend time." Chelle looked skeptic, but Elizavéta pressed on. "She was lonely, with only dolls to serve her company every day. Then her brother seemed to...mutate these humans and make them become 'as Perfect as the girl'," Elizavéta quoted, flipping to that page. "Then they lived happily ever after."
Chelle sighed, tossing her cup away in a nearby trash bin. "That sounds like your typical Snow White. What about the next one?"
Elizavéta hesitated. "See...this is where it gets interesting." Chelle leaned forward, inviting her to explain. "The second one...it's about another girl. A different one. She's the first girl's enemy, apparently. One day, she went to where the first girl lived and took everything away from her. The mutated humans that were 'Perfect' immediately took to the new girl, who taught them to turn away from the first girl. The first girl was angry. It ended with the 'Perfect' humans dying, and the new girl dying afterward."
Chelle's eyes widened. "That's less than pleasant."
"I know, right?" Elizavéta sighed, running her finger along the edge of a page. "The first girl had everything that she could have possibly wanted with those 'Perfect' humans. And then the new girl's appearance made the first girl kill her own 'Perfects'. She turned her own back against her closest friends. I can't imagine anyone trying to teach little children that moral."
"It must not be fairy tales then," Chelle said, frowning. She gently plucked the book from Elizavéta, turning the pages again. "Look at this. Everything looks like it was handwritten. And here." Elizavéta leaned forward, watching Chelle turn pages. They both paused when Chelle turned the page one more time, and nothing was on the back. "They stopped writing." Chelle looked up and met Elizavéta's green eyes. "Not mass produced material."
"We're talking about...a diary, then," Elizavéta said, her brows scrunching. "A...a journal. Why do you think those people might want it back then?"
"I thought you didn't believe that they'd actually come after you." Chelle's eyes sparkled with mirth. Elizavéta stared at her until she sighed, serious again. "It's probably important. Very important. That's usually the only reason people keep journals, right? Don't they just write down some important stuff that they don't want to forget?"
"Usually, I guess. But I don't know anyone that keeps journals anymore. It's usually just blogs these days. We live in the modern age, a few decades before the invention of the flying car."
Chelle laughed, rapping on the book. "That'd be something to see," she agreed, drumming her fingers on the table. "But I really don't think that those people who called you were safe, Liza. They even knew that you were babysitting the Galante's that day. I would watch my back."
"You've already told me that," Elizavéta said, forcing herself to laugh slightly. Chelle frowned and opened her mouth to argue before Elizavéta held up a finger. "Come on, girl, I know that they must be stalkers if they seriously called me at the Galante's. But still, what're the chances that some random people from Sweden would come and take the book away?"
"Switzerland," Chelle corrected, sighing. "And if I were you, Eli, I wouldn't only worry about the book. I'd be watching my own safety as well."
"Chelle-sy, I have a black belt in karate!" Elizavéta giggled. "I doubt that anyone would have that easy of an way with me. And even if they wanted to rape me, I know that I'm supposed to scream 'fire' and not 'rape'. Nothing's going to happen."
Chelle shook her head again, a frown on her face. "I have a reallybad feeling about this..." Elizavéta's lips pinched together in slight irritation. Was her bestie really that hard to convince? She already said she was fine, didn't she?
"How about this then," the Hungarian girl leaned forward and rapped lightly on the table between the two girls. "Why don't you sleep over for a week? If the Swedish people—"
"Yeah, them. If they show up in that time, you can help me fend them off! If they don't come until then, then we'll know that they're probably not going to come and you can go home knowing that I'm not going to disappear during the night! How does that sound?" Chelle looked at Elizavéta, knowing fully well that the girl was talking to her with the voice that she used when she was talking to the little kids that she babysat.
"...I'm staying for two weeks."
"One. Don't be so paranoid, Chelle."
"I'm not paranoid. I'm being reasonable. This are a group of pedophiles wanting to hunt you down, Lizzie. Two weeks."
"You don't have to stay at all. It's one week or nothing."
Chelle looked at her best friend with exasperation. "Don't you see I care about you? Why don't you ever listen? At one point, these people are going to break down your door, and all just for a book. I'm just trying to keep you safe, girl! A week and a half."
"And I've repeatedly told you, I can take care of myself! I'm a big girl, Chelle. I can stay home without getting killed. A week and a day." Elizavéta stuffed the book back into her purse, making Chelle wince with the force of her movements.
"Fine, a week and a day. Just...be careful with that, okay?" Elizavéta raised an eyebrow at this. "Well, everything's probably just going to get worse if you damage it in some way," Chelle stated, her brow furrowing with her vivid imagination. "They might get really mad at you...and then they might really hurt you. They might get so mad that they would just attack you instead of getting the book!"
Elizavéta merely stared at her friend with the faintest confusion. Since when did people just suddenly jump out of shadows and strangle you to death? "You need to cut back on the horror novels, Chelle. Nothing like that happens in real life."
"I'm worried about you, Lizzie," Chelle sniffed. "If you don't want to take my warning, then fine, you don't have to. Just don't blame me when those 'Perfects' come and break down your door." Elizavéta laughed out loud.
"Jesus, Chelle, no one's stupid enough to actually break down a door."
If Elizavéta had known that within a month, she would be staring at a pissed albino man standing where her door used to stand, she definitely would not have said those words.
"Your house is fucking impossible to find, you know that?" the man spat, running a hand through his already tousled hair. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week and had dark bags under his eyes. He also happened to be leaning against one of the pillars on the porch of Elizavéta's house, looking as if it wasn't anything special that he should be there. "And you're really smart to have a friend over for such a long time. You must've known that I would come. Damn Alfred and Arthur," he added the last bit in a murderous mutter.
Elizavéta was stunned. She stood there at the door, frozen in place in her tank top and boy shorts. After all, it was five in the morning. Not ten minuets after Elizavéta had kicked out Chelle. Oh how she regretted that decision now. "Y-Y-You..."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Struck speechless by my awesomeness, huh? Don't worry about it, dude, it happens all the time."
Elizavéta recovered. She drew herself up higher. "For your information, I'm not dude. I happen to be a girl."
"Well, I'm sor-ry," the man snorted, as if amused. "So, gal, would you happen to have a book that my fucking acquaintance happened to loose halfway across the world? It's called Tales in a Glass Cage, and I know you have it. I just asked to be polite. Cause you know I'm such a gentleman." The man rolled his eyes here as if he was indulging in some personal joke.
Elizavéta's eyes narrowed. "How are you so sure that I have it?"
"Because Lovino is never wrong," he said simply. Elizavéta waited for some explanation of what he just said, but nothing came. She realized that the ball had been passed back to her.
"And you expect me to just hand it over?"
"Kinda, yeah."
"...You're Gilbert, right?"
The man's eyes instantly lit up. "Yeah! I knew my awesomeness was obvious from the start! Who else did you think it would be? Alfie? Artie? Naw, they wouldn't get their lazy asses off their bed."
"Their bed? As in singular form?!"
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Pshaw. Duh. They're so fucking gay for each other that they share a bed. Nothing new at our house. Feliciano and Lovino sleep together, but that's just because they're twins. And Lovino—" Gilbert stopped abruptly, pursing his lips together. "Never mind. You don't have to worry about it. Just gimme the book."
At this point, Elizavéta's mind was going double-time. Ourhouse? Just what exactly was this place? What made it so special that two guys got to room with each other? Her mind flickered from Gilbert to the tattered book on her bedstand. What kind of place would send a single man halfway across the world to pick up some book? What kind of place would have people that could trace down a person? A small object in all of the world?
A spy agency, maybe? Where international boys of different nations came together, united through their similar beliefs? Elizavéta's unique mind started spinning. Chelle, although Elizavéta would often accuse her of being this, thought that Elizavéta was a very, very special sort of romanticist. She was the type that would parings would be the best, and had a very, very, verylarge variety of different shopping run-ins, mistaking someone's bed for another, and even intrusions in skinny-dipping. Her rabid fangirl ran in wild directions, and the prospect at seeing boys in an environment where they were allowed to sleep together...
"On one condition!" Elizavéta cried out suddenly, making Gilbert jump at the sheer volume of her voice. He also looked slightly wary when he saw the faintly maniacal glint in the girl's eyes. "I'm coming with you!"
Gilbert's attitude changed immediately. "What? Dude! No way!" Gilbert began making frantic motions with his hands, either telling her to back off or hand over the book so he could get the hell out of there. "No way are you going back to the psych mansion with me! The guys would flip!"
"I don't mind. I can share a room with someone, just like all of them," Elizavéta pressed stubbornly. "Or if you have an extra room, I can stay in there."
"Your parents! Your family!" Gilbert sounded vaguely like he was choking in his haste to persuade Elizavéta to not go back with him. His hand gestures increased their speed. Elizavéta's curiosity was permanently piqued. Why, exactly, was Gilbert so desperate for her to not go with him? "Your mom and dad would go batshit if you suddenly decided to go to Switzerland!"
"They wouldn't mind," Elizavéta said, setting her jaw. And it was true. Her parent's could care less if she decided to jump off the Eiffel Tower to commit suicide. "So, you can book another plane ticket for me, right?" Gilbert gagged on air.
"Hell no! You're not coming!"
Then why was a happy Elizavéta sitting next to a very pissed Gilbert on a first class airplane to Switzerland not a day later?
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Dubai World Central (DWC), the world's first purpose-built aerotropolis, announced that DB Schenker, the transportation and logistics arm of the German railway company Deutsche Bahn AG, has commenced construction work on its upcoming facility in DWC's Logistics District. The 8,000 sqm facility will primarily be used for general cargo warehousing, distribution and value-added services, in addition to featuring office space.
The facility, which will be completed in May 2014, will be used to bundle, temporarily store and process onward carriage cargo shipments for industrial and trade customers. Its state-of-the art warehouse will be 25 per cent temperature-controlled and the rest of the environment will be ambient in nature. The facility has a total storage capacity of 8,500 pallet position with the temperature-controlled section having an initial capacity of 2,200 pallet position.
Mr. Peter Glatz CEO DB Schenker,Middle East & Africa said: "As a global network geared toward customer service, quality and sustainability, we ensure that we have a solid presence in prime economic regions. The new facility is a milestone and the first step in our expansion plan in logistics and supply chain in the Middle East, especially in Dubai. DWC provides us the best possible location/multimodal transportation platform combining sea, road and airport, and the future Etihad Rail, that will give us a key advantage in serving our customer."
Mohsen Ahmad, VP Logistics District, Dubai World Central, said: "Increasingly global logistics companies are leveraging DWC's world-class infrastructure to realize greater operational flexibility and mobility. Besides, DWC is also proving to be the ideal launch pad for logistics companies to synergize and establish strategic alliances in newer international markets as well owing to its strategic location. The presence of DB Schenker, a company boasting revenues of EUR 15.39 billion, at Logistics Districts is a loud statement about the quality of DWC's offering, which remains unmatched in the region."
The facility development project is being handled by Dubai-based GIOLOG DWC-LLC. While City Diamond Contracting LLC is the official contractor, the design work has been entrusted to Planquadrat Engineering Consultancy.
Dubai World Central is a strategic initiative of the Dubai Government to position the emirate as a leading trade hub. DWC comprises the Al Maktoum International Airport (AMIA), Logistics District, Aviation District, Business Park, Commercial District, Residential District, Golf District, Exhibition District and Humanitarian District. AMIA, designed to be the world's largest airport with an annual capacity of 12 million tonnes of cargo and 160 million passengers upon completion, sits at the heart of DWC and is fully integrated with the rest districts. The airport is seamlessly connected to Jebel Ali Port through the purpose-built Dubai Logistics Corridor, forming a single custom-bonded zone that reduces time on the ground and accelerating the flow of sea-to-air/air-to-sea cargo. With direct access to major port facilities and the trans-emirate road networks, DWC is a true multimodal logistics platform and business hub that provides unprecedented levels of connectivity, speed and efficiency.
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Changing all the labels on the single-occupancy bathroom will cost thousands, but it will "help make the campus more inclusive to as many identities as possible."
The Missouri University has decided to remove the label "Unisex" from the single-occupancy restrooms scattered across the campus before the students return this fall. The new label will simply say "TOILET".
They are complying with a resolution passed by the Missouri Students Association in January, which said it will "make MU's campus bathrooms more accessible to trans and gender non-conforming students."
After all, the word unisex "excludes people who do not identify as male or female," and "Unisex is just such an uncomfortable and outdated word," claims Sterling Waldman, a social justice chair in the MSA senate.
Matt Bourke, Residence Hall Association President, said, "This is our way of making people feel that no matter how they identify, there is a space for them."
The project is going to be expensive to re-label the 28 single-occupancy stalls at MU (according to a map on the LGBTQ Resource Center site). The Columbia Missourian reports it will cost an estimated $11,600 "to change every relevant sign on campus," and they don't have enough.
The Missouri Students Association donated $5,000, and they've already used $1,000 of that to update signs in 14 resident halls and two dining halls.
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GW Men's Water Polo Splits with Iona, Princeton
Freshman Connor Dillon Records Nine Saves in First Career Win
Oct. 20, 2012
Game22 - GW 10, Iona 6 | Game23 - Princeton 13, GW 6
PRINCETON, N.J. - The George Washington men's water polo team split a pair of games on Saturday at Princeton's DeNunzio Pool, defeating Iona, 10-6, before falling to the host Tigers, 13-6, in the a CWPA Southern Division match.
GW (10-13, 1-6 Southern) beat the Gaels for the third time this season after picking up wins at early-season tournaments.
This time around, the Colonials led, 3-2, after one quarter, but the score was tied, 4-4, at halftime. After each team netted a goal to start the third period, graduate student Milos Purkovic scored with 4:27 to go in the quarter to give GW the lead for good. The Colonials outscored the Gaels, 4-1, in the quarter to take control of the game and eventually won by a final score of 10-6.
Purkovic, sophomore Ridvan Pehlivan and junior Nate Little each scored two goals to pace the Colonials' offense. Freshman goalkeeper Connor Dillon recorded a career-high nine saves to earn the win in his first career start. GW was 3-for-3 on man-up opportunities.
GW was tied with Princeton - which is ranked 17th in the country - 2-2 after the first quarter, but the Tigers outscored the Colonials, 3-0, in the second to take a 5-2 lead at halftime, and Princeton pulled away in the second half, outscoring GW, 8-4, over the final 16 minutes for the 13-6 victory.
Freshman Bogdan Petkovic led the Colonials with three goals in the game, while senior goalie Cameron Illes stopped seven shots.
The Colonials return to action on Saturday, Oct. 27, when they visit Southern Division rival Navy in the regular-season finale.
GW 10, Iona 6
GW Goals: Purkovic 2, Pehlivan 2, Little 2, Deasey 1, Dowd 1, Mojica 1, Petkovic 1
GW Saves: Dillon 9
No. 17 Princeton 13, GW 6
GW Goals: Petkovic 3, Mojica 1, Purkovic 1, Pehlivan 1
GW Saves: Illes 7
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Colleges Don't Require History
November 27, 2001
A survey by the Roper organization for the American Council of Trustees and Alumni reveals just how little history students are asked to study today even at the highest-ranked colleges and universities.
- Just three of the top-ranked 55 schools -- Columbia, Colgate and the University of the South -- require a course in Western civilization.
- None of the 55 requires a course in American history. Some do have history "requirements," but a student can satisfy them by completing a high school history course or a nonhistory college-level course.
- At Berkeley, students who earned a C or better in high school history are exempt.
- At M.I.T., students can satisfy the historical studies "requirement" by taking a course in Environmental Politics and Policy.
This helps explain why the college seniors queried by Roper in an earlier Council survey had so much trouble with even the most basic history questions.
- No more than 22 percent had any idea that "government of the people, by the people, for the people" came from the Gettysburg Address.
- More than half could not identify the Constitution as the source of the separation of powers.
- Just four out of 10 seniors could identify the Battle of the Bulge as having taken place in World War II.
- Only 34 percent knew George Washington was the general commanding the Americans at Yorktown -- whereas 37 percent thought it might be Ulysses S. Grant.
Given students' increased interest in world affairs and American history since Sept. 11, observers suggest that it is time to provide young Americans with a serious education in their history and civilization.
Source: Editorial, "The Pilgrims' Magna Carta," Wall Street Journal, November 23, 2001.
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This is an ensemble of mixed ages. We look for vocalists, guitarists, bassists, keys, drummers and even horns & strings. The ensemble is not limited to just the instruments of the Fab Four. For those interested in participating who are younger than high school, please contact the coach for special consideration. The final class of each semester consists of a warm-up rehearsal and performance.
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Newcastle have just announced that the inaugural Newcastle United Foundation 1892 Cup will take place at the Magpies' Academy and will feature 128 football-mad youngsters from eight local schools; each with a boys' and a girls' team.
The tournament is today.
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It looks like Jamaal and Aleksandar will take part for extra training?
Jamaal seems happy about – Aleksandar not so happy
Here's some of what's on the Newcastle web-site today:
More than 100 children from across Tyneside will be the first to wear Newcastle United's new 2016/17 home kit on Monday afternoon as part of a community football tournament hosted by the Club's charitable foundation.
Thanks to official club partner Sports Direct, they will all be fully kitted out with a new 2016/17 home kit, comprising of shirts, shorts and socks – as well as boots – all of which they can take home afterwards.
The kit, which was revealed by new signing Dwight Gayle last week, will go on sale to supporters in a range of adult and junior sizes on Friday (8th July).
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Newcastle United manager Rafa Benítez will attend the tournament and give awards with some of Newcastle's players and he said this:
"We are very pleased to be hosting this very special tournament and to bring the community and our young supporters closer to the Club. We are all looking forward to it.
"It will be great to see the children proudly wearing our new kit. I hope they have a lot of fun playing in it and hopefully they will enjoy wearing it during this season, too."
Kate Bradley, head of Newcastle United Foundation added the following:
"Newcastle United Foundation's work with tens of thousands of young people and their families relies on generous partners and fundraisers, so we are very grateful for the support the club and Sports Direct have given the tournament."
"Football has an incredible capacity to engage and inspire children so we hope the tournament will be a great way for them to have fun, keep active and enjoy playing sports with their friends."
To find out more about Newcastle United Foundation and how it works with more than 200 local primary, secondary and special educational needs schools each year, visit www.nufoundation.org.uk.
This is a terrific tournament put in place by the new Newcastle manager to bring the community and the club much closer together.
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