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Return of the King
"Not brute force, but only persuasion and faith are the kings of this world."
~Thomas Carlyle
There was no epic fanfare, no bold and public proclamation to take on this daring task. Loki took his leave quickly and quietly. Only Natasha, Odin and Heimdall knew; Loki trusted them to keep his departure a secret.
He woke up even earlier than usual. Save for a few sentries, much of Asgard still slept. As he got ready to leave, he decided not to take any weapons with him. Even hidden ones. He wanted to command full trust among the Jotuns as much as possible. It would be foolish of him to underestimate the Frost Giants, despite their barbaric ways. The Jotuns checking for hidden weapons, and discovering that he possessed them, was always a possibility. Loki wasn't taking any chances. Simply being Laufey's son was not going to be enough. Given the former Jotun king's reputation, it might even backfire on Loki. It could risk a hostile reaction among those who have suffered under the tyrant's rule. He would come to settle conflicts, not start new ones. If the worst happened, then he would fail. Presentation was key, and Loki wanted the best possible image of himself.
'Like Natasha, I too have red on my ledger. I'd like to wipe it all out.'
Loki donned a dark cloak, pulled the hood over his head and went to get Draugur out of the stable. He rode to the Observatory, briefly enjoying the cool morning air against his face.
When he arrived, Loki inclined his head to Heimdall. "Hello, Gatekeeper. I'm afraid I cannot use the Bifrost at this time."
Heimdall knew what he meant. Loki had his way of traveling through secret pathways unknown even to the Gatekeeper's watch.
"Then what brings you here?" Heimdall asked.
Loki eyed him steadily. "I come with a firm warning. Should Thor find out and insist that he go after me, do not let him or any of his comrades use the Bifrost to enter Jotunheim. At all costs."
"Understood. I hope that it will go well."
Loki couldn't help but be a little surprised. He knew that Heimdall could be trusted. What surprised him was the Gatekeeper's concern. They normally weren't on good terms. Loki didn't know how to reply. Finally he said, "...Thank you."
Loki took the same path he had used for his previous secret visit. It felt a vein of the Bifrost, only a fraction of its powerful energy and resonance. The harsh, frosty winds of Jotunheim greeted him as he stepped foot onto the realm.
Several Frost Giants, armed to the teeth, surrounded Loki like a pack of wolves. Cruel-looking polearms of all kinds were trained on him, ready to lunge forward in an instant. Though alarmed by their abrupt appearance, Loki did his best to remain calm. He raised both hands slowly and complacently.
"I come to you in peace from Asgard."
The biggest Jotun spoke up. His voice was so deep that Loki could barely hear him amid the whistling wind. "Who sent you here?"
"No one. I come to Jotunheim on my own accord."
"State your name, trespasser."
"Loki Laufeyson, raised as Odinson and a prince of Asgard."
A rumbling murmur circulated among the Jotuns. Loki thought he saw surprise in their red eyes. They lowered their weapons. Hostility didn't seem to glow as fiercely in their blood-colored eyes, which Loki took as a good sign.
The leader of the warriors didn't lower his guard, however. "Laufey's son, you say? Have you come to avenge your father?"
"No. I have negotiations in mind." Loki paused, thinking over his words carefully. "I humbly ask...for permission to speak with whoever currently holds sovereign over this realm."
"...That would be the council of elders." the Jotun leader finally growled. He squinted at Loki suspiciously. "I will have to blindfold you. The way to the elders must be kept secret at all times."
Loki nodded and complied. He made no sudden movements as he let the warrior pull a cloth over his eyes.
"Are you sure this is not a trap?" Loki asked warily.
The Jotun's reply surprised him. "I give you my word as Captain of the Elder Guard. Provided that you keep your word as a mere visitor."
"I do. I have no intention of stirring up conflicts of any kind."
He almost laughed at himself. The God of Mischief he was before would never make such a promise. It was in his nature to do otherwise. That would change today.
"Very well. I will escort you now. Guards, return to your posts."
Heavy yet quick footfalls on the ice could be heard in all directions as the Frost Giants obeyed their superior.
Loki almost flinched in surprise when the Jotun warrior swept him off his feet and carried him. He felt like a child, small and nearly weightless in the hands of the larger, stronger being. Blindfolded and armed with no weapons, Loki was easy prey to the Frost Giant's strength. He had no choice but to trust the warrior not to crush him on the spot.
The Jotun was surprisingly nimble and quick. His footfalls were careful yet sure as he tread the perilous ice. Loki sensed that they were descending the face of an icy cliff. He heard the rattle of chains as Jotun held onto what must be the only rails to help him climb down. Loki tightened his grip on the Jotun's armor. His fingers felt the bones and hide of some animal. The winds were biting and harsh. Luckily, as a Frost Giant, Loki wasn't numbed by the cold. He just didn't want to be blown away and spiral down to his doom. It would make a humiliating death.
Then his stomach dropped as the Jotun jumped. They fell a few feet before landing on the ground. Had he known, Loki wouldn't be so startled. Being robbed of sight felt disorienting and frightening. After a few minutes of hearing the Jotun warrior's footsteps, he finally stopped. He gently set Loki down.
"Wait here."
Loki did as he was told. He heard the Jotun step away. He heard the groaning of a door, ice grinding against ice. He stood there, blind and alone. But not cold. If Thor had been in his shoes, he wouldn't last this long under the merciless weather. Loki actually felt acquainted with the cold by now. It enveloped him like a second layer of clothing. Every breath he took felt fresh and pure in his lungs, free of oppressing heat and humidity. He was one with his mother realm. He felt like a lost child, a prodigal son that finally returned. The frost was her kiss. The cold air was her embrace. The wind was her whisper. "Welcome home," she seemed to say.
This comforted him despite the formidable task ahead. 'I must convince them that my place is here. I will make things right for a change.'
Half a minute later, the warrior returned. He untied the cloth, leaving Loki dazed for a few seconds as he took in the sight of the hallway carved from pale, blue ice.
"The elders have granted you access to their chamber. Come."
Loki squared his shoulders and tensed for a moment. He entered a large, ovular room. The seating of the elders followed that formation. All of them wore dark blue cloaks, their hoods obscuring much of their faces. Dozens of red eyes followed Loki as he strode to the center. Three wizened old Jotuns, as brittle as ice in the spring, perched in seats higher than the rest. Even higher still, a great throne remained unoccupied. A long white banner hung above the throne, the sigil of a black wolf's head masked by a sheen of frost. The wolf looked like a ghost, a shade of a once glorious past.
The Jotun in the middle peered down curiously. His eyes were milky pink, diluted from old age. "So you are Loki Laufeyson."
The former prince of Asgard inclined his head with respectful confirmation, saying nothing in reply.
"I am Elder Droga. To my left is Elder Shrakko, and to my right is Elder Worden."
Loki looked up. "Elders of Jotunheim, thank you for granting me the right to speak with you." The gratefulness he expressed was no lie. He had a better chance of getting his message across to wise elders, rather than a bunch of war-mongering brutes. "Forgive my ignorance, but I was not aware that Jotunheim had a council."
"That is understandable," Droga replied. "Hardly any outsider knows we exist, no thanks to Laufey's overshadowing rule. In Jotunheim's better days, the council served as an advisory branch for the king. We were supposed to be a significant, beneficial influence." Elder Droga let out a sad, rattling sigh, his breath pluming white in the frosty air. "Alas, Laufey had magnified his power beyond our reach. We had no say whether Jotunheim should go into war or not. I'm afraid that his attacks upon Midgard, upon those who call themselves Vikings, were entirely his doing. We were powerless to stop it. Odin of Asgard had to step in. Laufey's arrogance costed him, and us, the Casket of Ancient Winters."
"Without the Casket, Jotunheim fell under a great shadow," Shrakko said. "We remain in darkness to this very day. Divisions formed, civil wars ignited, and all that is good and true fell away. The council of elders stand as the last pinnacles of education and civilization."
The other sages silently nodded in agreement.
Shrakko closed his baggy eyes. "Now we are barely holding on. Jotunheim is in disarray, with many self-proclaimed chieftains and warlords vying for Laufey's throne. As regents ruling in the king's place, we are constantly in danger from raiding tribes. Warriors still loyal to the council and the throne defend us the best they can." The elder opened his eyes and indicated the Frost Giant next to Loki. "Ragbol, and others like him, have shown remarkable perserverance and courage through the centuries. We Elders cannot thank them enough. But I fear that they can only defend us for so long."
Loki glanced at the Jotun warrior next to him. Though Ragbol stood tall and grim, suddenly Loki sensed that he seemed as tired and sad as the Elders.
Loki's heart went out to them. He was seeing another side to this race. His race. He thought the day would never come for him to actually feel sympathy for them. They were consumed by darkness and in danger of losing their identity. Just like how he had been before he met Natasha.
Elder Worden squinted his eyes. "Have care not to tell this man our state of affairs so easily, my fellow Elders."
"He is the son of Laufey. He has a right to know."
Shrakko folded his hands and rested his chin on them. "We have heard that our late king had been slain by you, his own son, while he and his forces infiltrated Asgard. Is this true?"
"...I do not deny it." Loki tried to ignore the hammering of his heart. His face was a stoic mask as he gazed steadily at the council. "But I hope to offer you possiblities, and a chance for redemption in my father's stead. That is, if I am still eligible to succeed the Jotun throne."
Droga paused before replying, "By all terms and technicalities...you are. What say you, then?"
Loki swallowed. 'All right, here it goes.' "There shall be no more fighting, no more bloodshed and no more ill will. This I promise you, if you agree to crown me King. As the son of Laufey and heir to his throne, I pledge to rebuild our world, to truly restore its former glory."
He had said the same thing to Laufey, but that had been a mere lie to earn the Frost Giants' tentative alliance. Now he meant it this time. He had the power to do so. Loki held out his hands and presented to the Jotun court the Casket.
"Behold...the heart of this world, and almost a heart of my own. You could say that the Casket and I are one. I have used its powers to slay Surtur, but I do not intend to use it for my own benefit. Now I wish to initiate the restoration of this world."
The assembly of elders and high lords were silent for a few seconds, pondering over Loki's words.
Finally, Elder Worden spoke up with accusation ringing in his voice. "I do not believe him. Why should we trust our king's killer?"
"Have you not forgotten what Laufey's reign has done to us, Worden?" Droga replied mildly. "If Laufey's son had the power to defeat Surtur, he certainly has the power to unite our people."
Worden said nothing for a few seconds. He seemed to ponder Droga's words before finally responding. "Very well. I must admit that his victory against Surtur is nothing short of admirable." He turned to Loki. "But I hope you understand the considerable burden you are about to take. Even one who has quenched the fire will find it difficult to unite shards of ice. Your claim to the throne, while legitimate and supported by the council, will certainly be met with challenges."
Loki nodded. "I am well aware of this. Power and diplomacy must be exercised equally if I am to quell and unite the Jotuns. I do not claim to solve this problem quickly. But I'm determined to see this through."
A faint smile found its way to Droga's face. "Your confidence is reassuring. Our best interest always lies in the king. We are willing to acquit your crime of murdering Laufey if, in turn, you cooperate with us."
"Of course. I welcome your support with open arms. I'll need all the help I can get."
It was important that, unlike his father before him, Loki established good terms with the council. As an important advisor to Odin for many years, Loki knew that the council's role was important and should be respected.
Droga looked down on Loki with approval. "You made a great sacrifice to take the life of Surtur, at the near cost of your own. Now you offer yourself again for the sake of our world. You have commanded our full respect. We have feared Surtur and his fiery brethren for eons. With him gone thanks to you, Muspelheim has greatly diminished in power. This gives us a chance to rise again under your rule."
The elder rose from his seat. Then he made a low bow. "Welcome home, Loki Laufeyson...the new King of Jotunheim."
Loki watched in awe as the rest of the court followed suit. Even the surrounding guards bowed. Here were the oldest, tallest, strongest and highest-ranked of the Jotuns. And they bowed before him. He didn't know what to say.
As if compelled by some unseen force, perhaps an overwhelming sense of obligation, Loki walked from where he stood at the center. He ascended to the empty throne. But he did not sit down. He remained standing, and turned his gaze up to the banner. The black wolf's head snarled above him. He remembered what the it was called now. A Varg. They were monstrous wolf-like creatures native to Jotunheim, known for their ferocity alone and in packs alike. Their howls were as chilling as the wind, their fangs as sharp as ice. They were very vengeful creatures; unlike most beasts, Vargs never forget. Loki had the ability to turn into many things. But now he understood. At the core, he was a Varg.
Loki lifted his right hand high. With a great sweeping gesture, he summoned the wind to blow the frost from the banner. The cloth rippled free from the constraint of time and disuse. The Varg looked even blacker, more alive.
"I cannot sit on this throne. Not yet. But for now, let this realm know that Laufey's heir has returned."
Though he did not raise his voice, it resonated with authority that filled the elders with awe they had not felt in years.
"What will you do now?" an elder from the lower ring quietly asked.
"I must go to Asgard and tell Odin Allfather the news." He hesitated and thought of Natasha. 'I'll tell her too.' "...Then I shall return."
Loki made his way to the chamber's entrance, allowing Ragbol to flank him. The elders bowed once more.
"Farewell, Loki Laufeyson," Droga said. "We look forward to meeting you again."
The doors closed, leaving the elders in silence. Then Droga spoke again. "I haven't felt this peaceful in years. Finally...after all this time, there can be peace and hope for Jotunheim once more. Do you see, my fellow Elders? The people of Jotunheim have become no better than a rabble of dogs. Now the true wolf has returned among us."
Loki became the bridge of peace between Asgard and Jotunheim, just like what Odin wanted.
But it presented another problem. A problem that was personal and different, in contrast to the warring Jotun factions Loki would have to face. A problem in which he can't find an answer. As Ragbol escorted him, Loki had only one question in mind.
'If I become king...what would that mean for my life with Natasha?'
Loki has reached a new level of boss...literally! What challenges await him? ;)
I apologize for the lack of Natasha in this chap. The next one will be Nat-centered, I promise.
Favorites, follows and reviews are always appreciated! I want to know if I've been doing okay, or this story is slowly becoming crap. Please be kind to tell me.


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Bring It On 2011
Happy New Year my few and far between readers…
Somewhere in the past history lies..
Every day , every year time flies..
Looking forward and back again on the first day of forever..
I realize some thing dont ever change, never..
Believe and hope i tell u all..
Every rise and every fall..
Challenge life and take in on..
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Finds whats not and forgets what was never found..
Sooner or later its gonna rain..
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Every woman from then is still nowhere there..
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Love, live and may life give you its best..
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No matter what happens come what may..
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Tue, 26 October 2010
Another early edition of the DCW Variety Hour sees Fresh, Gambino, Mikey Jay and Jonesy continue their ongoing series of scandal and vicious rumors.
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The EU must assume greater responsibility for defense, European Commission President Jean-Claude Juncker said. "It becomes clear that we cannot, in the long term, rely on American defense support," he said.
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European Central Bank President Mario Draghi has expressed concerns that the euro is growing too strongly and will make it difficult to achieve the bank's 2% inflation target, but columnist Mark Gilbert doubts Draghi's efforts to curb the euro's progress will be successful. Gilbert refers to a similar but unsuccessful move by predecessor Jean-Claude Trichet and contends that investors increasingly regard the euro as a safe haven amid political upheavals in the US and UK.
Walmart expanded a grocery delivery test with Uber to Dallas and two Florida cities Monday, after launching the pilot in Phoenix in 2016. With more than 53 e-commerce-ready stores, the Dallas-Fort Worth market is the retailer's biggest for online grocery sales.
Researchers from the University of Wisconsin found a 6% increase in office visits among providers that have adopted electronic visit programs because many doctors feel the need to see telemedicine patients in person, causing them to spend an additional 45 minutes on those visits. The study, based on health care encounters between 90 providers and more than 140,000 patients over five years, said e-visit programs also reduced the number of new patients seen by providers each month by 15% and did not contribute any "observable improvement in patient health" between users and nonusers.
General Mills, Whole Foods and Lowe's recently used their brands to highlight the common cause of declining bee populations, writes Cone Communications' Sophie Komornicki.
Back-to-school ads from Walmart, Target and Old Navy are winning the most attention from viewers, and they also top the list of retailers where consumers expect to shop, according to the YouGov Brand Index. Other brands shoppers are considering include H&M, Marshalls and Urban Outfitters.
Members of the group Anonymous have released a video indicating that they will launch cyberattacks against white supremacist websites on Friday as part of a "Day to Denounce."
Reps. Elijah Cummings, D-Md., and Peter Welch, D-Vt., sent letters to the heads of seven drugmakers asking about dramatic price increases on multiple sclerosis drugs. A study published in Neurology found evidence of so-called shadow pricing, or raising prices when competitors do.
Smaller streaming services are setting themselves apart from Netflix by focusing on specialized content. While Walt Disney is the latest to announce plans for its own streaming platform, services such as Shudder, Crunchyroll and MUBI are already competing with major players including Netflix and Hulu, because "[f]ans feel they can go deeper in contrast to a big service," PwC's Christopher Vollmer says.
A 3-mile underground rail extension planned in Boston could cost between $4 billion and $6 billion, according to a recent study by students and faculty at the Harvard University Kennedy School of Government. A state-sponsored study is being conducted by Arup USA.
A collaboration between Toyota and 7-Eleven is aimed at finding hydrogen-related energy solutions to help the convenience-store chain reduce its carbon footprint.
David Pekoske, the new administrator of the Transportation Security Administration, visited Boston's Logan International Airport on Thursday to introduce himself. "I find that the folks in TSA are very mission-focused," he said.
Williams-Sonoma's forthcoming West Elm hotels plan to debut a loyalty program before year's end. West Elm is working with management firm DDK.


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Accessing NorsvoldEdit
- Via the Teleporter in Pandaemonium (Asmodians)
- Via rifts that may randomly appear in Iluma (Elyos)
"The hallowed grounds around the twin bases of the Tower of Eternity have awakened from their long slumber. Beasts not seen for a thousand years once again stir, and life in the days of the Cataclysm resumes. For the Asmodians, Norsvold is a bitter reminder of a more complacent time, and the destruction that the Elyos invited by agreeing to peace with the Balaur. And yet, there is wonder yet to be found here, and ancient secrets long forgotten - for those daring enough to venture forth."
--Official description from the 5.0 patchnotes
Lay of the LandEdit
If Iluma identifies itself through adherence to one theme, Norsvold derives its identity from having a multitude of them and the contrasts this creates. The map is rich in colors and life while at the same time maintaining that dark aspect which defines the Asmodian race, giving Norsvold very idyllic or dream-like touch to it. Add up the numerous ruins and other secrets to be found here, and Norsvold indeed becomes a map where the beautiful, vibrant past is pitted against the barren, hostile reality of the present.
Players start at Azphel's Sanctuary towards the center of the map. The surrounding area caters to level 66-68 players and contains the entrances to the instances. The rest of the map can be split up in 'districts', with each district containing monsters of a specific level range. A flight transport line is available from the main base to each of the major four areas. Once players are there they will need walk or take an windstream to reach the desired location.
Leveling EditDifferent from preceding maps is that leveling in Norsvold is largely grind-based at this point in time, although there are plans to remedy this [1]. Starting at level 66, players can take hourly (or daily) repeatable quests for any of the major areas/questing hubs and complete these repeatedly until they (eventually) are level 75. Due to the low experience these quests award in comparison to the amount of monster kills required, many have instead opted for alternative leveling methods: example including clearing the Upper Abyss Barracks (solo or duo) or grinding monsters in one of the elite areas with a group.
Crafting Edit
All monsters in Norsvold have a chance to drop Archdaeva morphing materials, manastones and, at higher levels, eternal or mythic-grade gear (or even wings) when killed. Additional gear and (higher grade) manastones may be acquired from the local instances. Norsvold also has an unique skin set which can be crafted by completing [Spy] quests in Iluma and then taking the awarded badges to the various shugos shattered throughout the map, who sell the required crafting recipes.
PvP Edit
Norsvold itself is an unrestricted 24/7 PvPvE map: there are no neutral zones or gates (like Enshar), offering little protection against incursions from the opposing race. The major questing hubs (as well as the entrances to the instances) have minor garrisons protecting them. Smaller outposts may be found as well, but these only have normal-grade guards protecting them. In other words, Norsvold is a map where the player largely has to rely on his/her own capabilities or swift feet.Elyos players can enter Norsvold via a number of rifts that may randomly appear in Iluma every hour. The max capacity of these rifts, as well as the duration during which they will be active, varies (this is explained as rifts being weaker the further away they appear from the Tower of Eternity).
Dynamic Content Edit
- Transportation: Windstreams and free-flight zones may be available in different areas based on the time of the day.
- Boss Hunting: Special monsters may appear in certain areas during either daytime or nighttime, and can be killed for quests which award Archdaeva gear pieces and experience. Additional heroic-grade monsters may also be encountered and hunted for gear drops.
- Portals: The appearances of rifts and access points to the Tower of Eternity are largely randomized.
In addition to these the player may also encounter new phenomena such as buff geysers and aethershrouds. These can randomly appear in the landscape and offer buffs ranging from lowered attack or casting times to temporary invisibility and more.
Solo Instances Edit
- Fissure of Oblivion [66+]
Group Instances Edit
- Adma's Fall [66+]
- Theobomos Test Chamber [66+]
- Drakenseer's Lair [66+]
- Fallen Poeta [66+]
- It is one of the few areas in the game (besides Oriel/Pernon and Iluma) where the environment is affected by weather and seasonal changes.
- "Norsvold" can be loosely translated from German as "forest of the north", possibly referring to its abundance in vegetation and its location from the Tower of Eternity.


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will it stay airborne?
The Primate and the Airliner: A Fable with No Moral
"Allowing a monkey to drive a race car sounds like an amusing idea, but only to those who have never tried it." – The Bard of Affliction
The great Airship of State had been flying for 241 years now. It wasn't always an airliner, of course. Back when it began to function, a hot-air balloon was sufficient to hoist its machinery. As the years flew by, however, and new technologies became available, it eventually transferred itself into ever more efficient aerial transports, the better to float high above the hostile environment below …
fable of buyer's remorse
One Bite at a Time
Years later, if you had asked Robbie exactly when it was that he decided to eat the elephant, he would have had trouble coming up with the answer. Perhaps the seeds had been planted in his early childhood. All those elephant jokes…
Q: What's red and white on the outside, and grey and white on the inside?
A: Campbell's Cream of Elephant Soup.
grande dystopia
The Starby Guy
Naw, you don't have to waste your pamphlets on me. I'll be voting the Green Lady, just like last time.
I'm old enough to remember having my first Starbucks coffee, on a chill winter's day back in 1991. So I guess you could say I was a Party man from way back… a whole lifetime ago, seems like.
It was the Citizens United decision that changed everything. Once corporations were considered to be people …
or i scream
Ice Cream Summer
It's not quite springtime yet, but this unusually warm winter appears to have begun transitioning into an early spring. Tree buds are popping out throughout town, and the weather is turning downright balmy. With that warmer weather come thoughts of our favorite cold, creamy concoction: ice cream. And thoughts of ice cream – a food product with which I have the love/hate relationship of the Perpetually On Guard Against Chubbiness – always remind me of a summer long ago.
in the name of religion
A Matter of Perspective
Balm for the afflicted. Opiate of the masses. Fairy tales. Myth. The deepest truths.
Religion is a lot of things.
In today's various wars – the War on Terrorism, the Culture Wars, the Jihad Against the Great Satan and the Little Satan, and the ever-popular War on Christmas (!), religion is a key element, if not the key element. Religion inspires us to do and be our best – but through so much of history, religion also has inspired us to kill and hate one another.
living in a secular society
The Muslim Bartender (A True Story)
"You are not being persecuted for your beliefs when you are merely being denied the privilege of shoving them down someone else's throat." – The Bard of Affliction
Several months ago, there was a lot of Sturm und Drang over one Kim Davis, a Kentucky county clerk who had garnered a certain amount of notoriety for having refused to issue wedding licenses to same-sex couples despite having been ordered by the courts to do so. Putting her name on said licenses would (she had said) imply her approval of same-sex marriages, something she felt she could not do based on her religious beliefs.
going back
A Strange and Haunting Encounter
A bronze statue stands in front of Jadwin Gymnasium at Princeton University. It's a statue of All-American Dick "Kaz" Kazmaier, who won the Heisman trophy in 1951 – the last Ivy League player to do so – and who famously declined to pursue a career in professional football after being drafted by the Chicago Bears. Instead, he went on to Harvard Business School and proceeded to build an impressive professional resumé that included serving as "director of the American Red Cross; director of the Ladies Professional Golfers Association…
tale of two cities
Bookends. Pearl Harbor at one end, Hiroshima at the other, enclosing a four-year shelf containing tomes filled with misery, death, and devastation. It was important that I see both ends of that terrible War-Shelf. It took 28 years to go from one to the other.
campaign gifting
The Dog That Saved Nixon
It was September 1952, and Richard Nixon was in hot water. Nixon was then running for Vice President on the Republican ticket under Dwight Eisenhower. With his campaign people already looking ahead to 1956 with what the Smith System people call the "see the big picture" mindset, his campaign treasurer suggested setting up a fund to reimburse Nixon for expenses relating to campaigning: long-distance phone calls, travel in excess of normal reimbursement, campaign materials, et alia. Contributions would be limited to $1,000 per contributor, with their identities not known to the candidate.
Childhood Rituals
On Buttercups and Pollynoses
A few years ago, a small mob of us had converged on Greenwood's on Green Street in Roswell for a Thursday evening dinner. It's a down-home place, noted for being the home of (among other things) an infamously rich chocolate pie. Normally, dinner at Greenwood's involved a considerable wait, but with the economy being what it was at the time we had no trouble getting a table for our party of twelve.
It was after dinner, as we waddled with leaden bellies back to our car, that I noticed a powerful flowery scent, a scent that enveloped us like a cloud. Honeysuckle!
Our Collective Minds
A Kaddish for Miss P.
"Appoint a teacher for yourself; acquire a friend for yourself…" – Pirkei Avot (Ethics of the Fathers) 1:6
The other day at breakfast, the Missus and I were discussing an item in the news… a Georgia pilot program in which students as young as five would be surveyed on their teachers' performance. The results of the surveys would be considered as part of the school's teacher evaluation process, which means…
Southern Loves
The Girl Next Door
It was sometime in 1956 or '57 when the four-year-old Stevie noticed big doings going on next door.
Gargantuan machines came and dug out a humongous hole, piling up mountains of dirt around its perimeter. It looked like a perfect place to play, but the young lad was given strict instructions to stay the hell away from that big hole and those mounds of earth lest he be swallowed up in an unfortunate accidental manner. Soon other machines came, and with them an army of men with hammers, nails, and great planks of wood. And as the days wore on, a house – a big one, with two stories – began to take shape.
Southern Food
Gumbo Night
This time of year, as the holiday season approaches and the days grow short and chill, I will inevitably feel the stirrings of my Gumbo Jones. And nothing will satisfy it save a steaming hot bowl of gumbo.
What, you may ask, does a damnyankee Jewish kid know about gumbo? And I will answer: Years of living in gulf coast Texas taught me many things, among them the appreciation of this Louisiana elixir… an elixir that bears virtually no resemblance to the soi-disé "Chicken Gumbo Soup" of my youth, a product notoriously supplied by Campbell's. I learned to love the Real Thing during my many years in Houston, and since then, I accept no substitutes, condensed or otherwise.
Southern Life
The Turn of the Seasons
This morning as I left the house, there was an uncharacteristic hint – just a hint – of crispness in the air. No, the frost wasn't on the pumpkin just yet. It's still dead-center August in the Southeast, in the midst of what may be the most ferociously hot summer we've ever experienced outside of Houston. Yet it was possible to feel the coming change, the inevitable turn of the seasons.
That change signaled itself yet again when I drove past a small mob of parents and their elementary school-age children at the neighborhood's bus stop. Being the husband of a teacher, I had of course already known that today was the day the schoolkids returned to their classrooms after summer vacation. There's a big difference, though, between knowing it and seeing it.
Southern Life
Like Margaret Mead in Samoa
We just spent a lovely couple of days visiting my dad Eli and stepmom Toni down in their Florida winter hideaway. Among the amusements and activities was a side trip to a spot in Florida that I never knew existed… a place with a bizarre, alien culture.
No, I'm not talking about Gibsonton. Also known as Gibtown, Gibsonton is home to mutants and carnies during the off season – it is, as a friend of mine put it once, "where all the real freaks live when the circuses and fairs are in hibernation." That place is meat for a complete anthropological dissertation on its own… but I will save that for another occasion.
I'm talking about a place that's even more sinister and bizarre. I'm talking about The Villages. A massive retirement community carved out of the desolate mangrove swamps and savanna-like grasslands of Central Florida, The Villages bills itself as "Florida's friendliest hometown."
Southern Tribute
Farewell, Mighty Jack
I was saddened to hear of the passing of one of America's original Fitness Gurus: François Henri "Jack" LaLanne, who died last Sunday at the age of 96.
LaLanne was a lifelong proponent of vigorous physical activity and good nutrition, healthy practices for which he proselytized with a hyperevangelical fervor. The analogy with religion is deliberate and one with which LaLanne himself wholeheartedly concurred. "Billy Graham was for the hereafter. I'm for the here and now," he once said.
Southern Life
With the roads in our part of the world still nigh unto impassable, we spent the day at home yesterday. Our major accomplishment: shoveling the walk and driveway. She Who Must Be Obeyed wisely reasoned that it needed to be done while temperatures were relatively high, i.e., just about at the freezing mark… because once the mercury dipped down into the low 20s at night, the heavy, ice-crusted snow would become like concrete.
And… they're off!
The Friday after Thanksgiving is the Official Start of the Christmas Shopping Frenzy here in the States. Black Friday, it's called – because this is the day that retailers finally see black ink on their books, presumably after bleeding red all year.
I generally have as little to do with these ridiculous proceedings as possible.
If I could, I would avoid any visits to shopping malls, arcades – pretty much any retail establishment – until after Christmas.
A Modest Proposal for the Enhancement of Civility in Public Discourse
Civility in public discourse has become an endangered species in our great Republic… but I have a way to restore it. Enhance it, even. A modest proposal, if you will, that would provide a much-needed shave, haircut, shampoo, and massage to the Body Politic.
Once upon a time, when a gentleman's reputation was called into question by a rival, said gentleman had the option – nay, the responsibility – to defend his good name on the Field of Honor by challenging his rival to a duel … Thus was redress achieved: by personal combat, not through the bloodless agency of the courts.
Lèse Majesté at the Waffle House
There was a small gang of us gathered this morning at one of the local Waffle House outlets. Normally, our group takes its Thursday morning meal at Panera, but several of us had dined there the previous evening, and so it was that we collectively decided to mix up the week's Breakfasty Schedule a bit.
It's easy enough to make fun of Waffle House … And yet…
Nacho Nirvana
We were dining at Ted's Montana Grill this evening, celebrating our friend Gary's birthday. Not to give anything away as regards his age, but he now can feel an especial kinship with a famous American highway, one that runs from Chicago to Los Angeles. (Oopsie.)
As we waited for our orders to be taken, I spied a small placard on the edge of the table. It was an advertisement for Ted's new Bison Nachos, and it set my mouth to watering … And then I remembered a summertime long ago — three decades ago, in fact — when She Who Must Be Obeyed and I learned a lesson about the Pernicious Power of the Nacho.
Toilin' in the Salt Mine, Thinkin' about Pie
A while back, I was spending a couple of days in the Great Corporate Salt Mine's headquarters in Sweat City – that'd be Houston to all y'all non-Texans. It was right after the turn of the year, and it was uncharacteristically cold, practically frigid. There had even been a freeze warning posted for points north of town. Of course, it's against my religion to ever wear an overcoat when traveling to Sweat City, whether conditions justify it or not. An overcoat in this normally steamy clime is normally (as the locals say) as "useless as tits on a boar hog," and the odds in any given two-day span are low that I'll freeze to death between my rental car and the office. So, while I did not quite freeze to death, there were times when it seemed like my blood would turn into soft-serve. Yeef.
Fortunately, the Salt Mine has a pleasant on-premises cafeteria. Heated, too, as befits an indoor space. And so I stayed in the office and took my lunch with Fearless Leader.
As we hunkered down over our plates, the topic of pie came up somehow. Seems Fearless Leader Junior is a big Key Lime pie fan. I haven't ever met this kid and already I like him.
A Trip to the Hospital
A few weeks ago, as She Who Must Be Obeyed was celebrating her birthday, we ended up making a trip to the hospital. It was a harrowing experience. Elder Daughter had flown in from Washington for the occasion; we had spent the day with her and her younger sister, the Mistress of Sarcasm, gallivanting about North Georgia. We had wandered the faux-Alpine streets of Helen… Our daughters had never been there, and SWMBO and I had a great time watching their astonishment at seeing this slice of Southern-fried Bavarian bologna.
The Worst Bowl of Chili We Ever Ate
Remember the days when you were young and somewhat desperate?
Hell, perhaps you're still young and somewhat desperate. But not me: I'm not quite so young, and certainly not as desperate as I was 34 years ago. Because back then, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I were desperate (or hungry) enough to eat Weevil Chili.
Yakkity Yak
She Who Must Be Obeyed and I enjoy living in east Cobb County, an area vaguely north-northwest of Atlanta proper, but no place is perfect. When, in 1968, the various metro area counties held referenda to decide whether they would participate in the Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority, Cobb County voters soundly rejected any participation. Some people will try to tell you that it was a tax issue and that Cobb County residents wished to avoid the 1% sales tax that MARTA would necessitate, but that's a load of crap. Simply put, the good people of Cobb wanted no part of a transit system that would make it easy for Atlanta city residents — translated loosely as "people of color" — to travel to their county.
The Dog Food Economic Index
What with the succession of economic crises over the past couple of years – collapses in subprime mortgage lending, investment banking, and the stock market; the Madoff Ponzi scheme fraud; the Big Fat Greek Economic Implosion, et alia – you may be asking yourself, "Just how bad are things, anyway, Steve-O? And how much worse can they get?"
My patented Quick 'n' Dirty Answer is: Things are pretty bad… but they can get a whole hell of a lot worse. So far, they have not.
There was an old adage that defined a "recession" as an economic slowdown in which your neighbor lost his job, and a "depression" as one in which you lost yours. But I think I have a better way to measure the economy's performance: the Krodman Dog-Food Index.
An Encounter with Innumeracy
A recent post by Kevin Kim, who styles himself "The Big Hominid" at his Web-Log, told the tale of a Burger King cashier who was only marginally capable of doing simple math. Alas, not a rare thing these days.
Kevin's story reminded me of my own First Encounter with innumeracy, an encounter that took place in coastal Georgia close to half a century ago.
It was springtime, and we were on our way to South Florida to visit with the maternal grandparents … This particular trip, the Old Man must have been feeling a bit sharp-set, and so we stopped to grab a bite of lunch at one of the local drive-in restaurants.
Cylindrical Meatstuffs: An American Favorite
One of the long-standing traditions of American Independence Day celebrations is the grilling of meats. Hamburgers and beefsteaks are popular choices, but the quintessential Fourth of July comestible is, of course, that most American of foods: the Hot Dog. And hot dog is so much more American-sounding than frankfurter sausage, a name that reveals the Germanic origins of this Cylindrical Meat-Food.
Hot dogs are just one of a vast family of sausages, concoctions consisting of meat, fat, spices (and sometimes non-meat components), packed into a casing and then cured or cooked.
Lost Arts
Those of us who have taken a few trips around the Sun have seen plenty of progress over the years. But it's a two-edged sword, this business of progress. While some changes improve our lives in ways small and great, as we watch new technologies overtake old, some things are, inevitably, lost …
Now, I log on to my bank's website, open up my online banking screen, grab the mouse, clickety-click, and I'm done … I fear the days are long gone when one could write such instructions on a postcard — anyone could read it! — and reasonably expect that it would end up in the hands of the correct recipient.
Whole Grain: Grape-Nuts and beer
Nutritionists will tell you that whole grains are an important part of a healthy diet.
Me, I've been a fan of the whole grain for years. Coarse rye bread? Westphalian pumpernickel – the kind that is as dense as white dwarf star matter, the slices of which must be pried apart with a knife due to their powerful gravitational attraction for one another? Yummy.
When I get a Cereal Jones, I will, like as not, get out the Grape-Nuts.
Carving His Place in History
As I was preparing dinner Friday afternoon, I thought of George Washington Carver.
Carver, you may recall, was a brilliant scientist with humble beginnings. Born into slavery in Missouri in 1864, he obtained a college education despite the prodigious roadblocks African-Americans faced in the Reconstruction era South. Carver found his intellectual home when, in the closing years of the nineteenth century, he received an invitation to join the faculty of Tuskeegee Normal and Industrial Institute from its founder, Booker T. Washington. Signing on as head of the Agriculture Department, he would remain at Tuskeegee for for the rest of his life, an achievement-packed career lasting 47 years.
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The Chicken of Blessèd Memory
The mind is a strange thing, and memory perhaps the strangest of its abilities. It can discard useful data, such as what one may have had for breakfast that same day, while retaining in poignant detail the savor of meals taken years ago.
Back in my Snot-Nose Days, our family had evolved a Vacation Routine of sorts, one that lasted several years. My brother and I, accompanied by our mother, would fly down to South Florida in the springtime to visit the Maternal Grandparents. After a week, our father would drive down to join us, and after another two weeks, we would all pile in the car for the long trip home.
The Wealth of Nudniks
At breakfast a few days ago, one of my buddies pointed out that there are only three ways to make money: by putting people to work, by putting money to work, or by discovery. Anything that generates income will boil down to one of those three fundamental Money Making Methods.
But making money and generating wealth are two different things, and we, as a society, confuse them at our peril.
Back in the early 1930's when Max was a lad, he would often play soccer with his friend Karl. In those days, it was, perhaps, unusual for a Jew and a Catholic to be friends – more so because this was in Poland, a place where Jews were often treated with contempt and loathing by their countrymen. But in the town of Wadowice, a stone's throw from Kraków, the Jews and Poles played soccer together …
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"You ready, Soul?"
"Yeah, Maka. Let's do this."
The meister and weapon pair once again attempted to synchronize their wavelengths in such a way that flight would be possible. Each pictured Maka as an angel, soaring through the sky on wings of gold. They'd done it a number of times. Their wavelengths, their sync ratio, and also the strength of their bond, all of these factors and more were tuned even higher now that Soul had become a Death Scythe. Practically all of the ingredients were prepared, the pieces of the puzzle nearly assembled. However, it was that last piece that they were missing, that last key ingredient that made aerial movement possible. But what was it?
Once again their souls merged, and once again Maka could feel her body begin to leave the ground. Levitation was a simple task. She could always get so far into the air with a fair amount of ease. It was actual movement that became the tricky part. Not only did she have to focus on remaining aloft with Soul, but she also had to simultaneously lead the scythe in the direction she wanted to go. She pictured forward movement in her mind. She could feel Soul focusing on it too through the bond. Working together as a team was what they did best. Surely this was just one more obstacle they would overcome.
The next break in her concentration that sent them plummeting back to Earth made her rethink that notion, however. How many times was she going to have to brush dust off her uniform before they could figure this out? Her knees were already scraped enough and nearly bloody, and even Soul was looking a bit worse for wear. His pants sported a few new holes, and his white shirt was almost brown with dirt and mud. She did have to admit, though, that the sweaty and disheveled appearance really did look good on him. Maybe a little too good.
With a grunt of frustration, Soul pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground.
"Damn thing is ruined anyway".
That's when he noticed his meister peeping at him out of the corner of her vision. Her face was red and her lips were scrunched up in that cute little way they did when she became nervous or worried about something. When she caught him returning the glance, she quickly looked away and continued to brush invisible specks from her skirt.
"Hey, what's the deal?"
"You were staring at me. How come?"
Maka stalled for a moment. "N-no reason. Come on, let's try again."
Get a grip, Maka! She told herself. So what if he's shirtless? You've seen it a thousand times. It's nothing new. Quit acting like this. Don't let it distract you from your goal!
For some reason, however, that's exactly what was happening. The image of a sweaty, sexy, and shirtless Soul with his hair askew and muscles glistening in the sun…just the thought made it hard to concentrate on anything else for very long. She silently wondered when he had grown so tall, and when his body had filled out so nicely. Even with the scar, he was a sight to behold. Her partner was definitely a man in every sense of the word. Of course she was going to think about him, right? It was only normal, wasn't it?
She imagined if Soul would find her attractive, as well. Did he ever think of her that way? Did he ever fantasize about her as she did him? What did Soul find attractive in a girl…other than big boobs and a skimpy wardrobe? No, that certainly wasn't her. No cool guy like himself would ever go for a short, flat-chested bookworm such as herself. But still…
She wondered what it would feel like if Soul's lips met hers. What he would taste like as their tongues danced in unison. What would his hands be doing? Would be touch her like she wanted him to? What would it feel like to have his hands on her, massaging her cheeks to deepen the kiss, squeezing her shoulders affectionately, rubbing her tummy with the flat of his palm, palming her breasts so they fit perfectly in his hands, skimming his hands down beneath her skirt to play with her…
"Maka! What are you doing?"
Her mind was cloudy and foggy. Someone was trying to call her back into reality. Attempting to pull her from the mental void of her own vivid imagination. Go away, nameless voice! Can't you seem I'm busy? Just when it was starting to feel good…
That's when reality reared its ugly head and she realized she'd been rubbing her crotch against the cold, hard metal of Soul in his staff form. For all that fate and the gods must hate her. Vulnerable, aroused, and completely oblivious to the weapon poised between her legs like a broomstick, she had lost all grip on reality and became lost in the realm of fantasy. Oh god, her panties were actually wet. And here she still held Soul, her best friend and partner, because she just couldn't send the message from her brain to her hands to let go and get as far the hell away from there as was physically possible.
She dropped Soul with a loud clang, tears in her eyes and face fiery red. What had she done? How could she take advantage of her partner like that? He would never forgive her. What must he think of her now? He's probably disgusted. He hasn't said a word. What was she going to do?
Maka turned to run, prepared to dash all the way to the other side of the world if it meant leaving her embarrassment and shame behind. Anything to avoid seeing his disappointed face.
"Stop, Maka!"
A hand caught her wrist and brought her retreat to an immediate halt. She attempted to pull away and ordered her captor to let her go, but he didn't let up his hold.
"Let me go, Soul!"
"Wait a minute, Maka."
"No! Just leave me alone! I want to die!"
"Shut up, woman! Let me think for a second, will ya?"
Maka refused to meet his gaze, fresh tears forming in her eyes.
"Why, so you can make fun of me? Tell me you hate me? That I disgust you? Get it over with, Soul! Say whatever you want to me so I can have at least some of my dignity back!"
He swung her around to meet his gaze. Then, without warning, he pulled her body to his and slammed his lips down onto hers. His mouth was warm and addicting. His tongue pushed out to meet hers, and she shyly returned the motion. His breathing against her face was so intoxicating; the hand at the small of her back so distracting; that rumble in his chest that reverberated into her so invigorating.
They pulled apart and he rested his forehead against hers. He grabbed her cheeks to force her to meet his gaze, giving her eyes little room to escape from his own.
"You could never disgust me, Maka. Never in a million years."
"But, Soul…"
"Hush! Does this feel like I'm lying?"
He pushed himself against her. There was something very hot, very hard, and very SOUL being pressed into her inner thigh. Her eyes widened at the realization of what it was, and her cheeks became inflamed anew. She was shaking. Her legs were weakening. He pushed it against her once more time for good measure, to ensure that she realized exactly where he was going with this.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked with a shy grin.
Maka nodded. "Uh-huh…"
She averted her gaze again, and he questioned her quizzically.
"What is it?"
"Um…it's just…uhh…"
"Spill it."
"Maka, just say it. I promise, I won't get mad."
It took her a moment to get her bearings and conjure up the courage she needed, but she decided that perhaps the bluntest answer would be best. After all, this was Soul she was talking about. He hated it when she beat around the bush, so to speak.
"Can I…see…you know…it?"
For the first time in his life, Soul's jaw actually hit dirt. Whatever he had expected to come forth from Maka's mouth in all her nervous glory and virginal shyness, that was most definitely not at the top of the list of possibilities. Not that he was displeased, mind you. Not one bit.
"Are you sure? It's not like you have to…you know."
Maka nodded slightly. "I know, but I've never…you know."
Soul grinned and chuckled. "If you think you can handle it, then by all means be my guest."
Before she chickened out and changed her mind, Soul grabbed her wrist and brought it to meet the tent that had already been hitched in his pants. Maka's eyes went wide at the grunt that escaped when her hand made contact with the denim of his jeans over his point of utmost desire. He moved her hand slightly against him over his pants and couldn't help the tiny push forward he made into her palm. He was so hard. To Maka it almost looked painful.
Hesitantly, she kneeled before him and slowly pulled the fly of his jeans down with her as she descended. His plaid boxers were the last barrier she faced, but when that last obstacle had been pushed down and his member stood completely erect before her, Maka couldn't help the sudden dryness in her throat or the heat that began flaring in her lower abdomen at the sight of him. She swallowed heavily.
Reaching out to wrap her small palm around the width of it, Soul's sharp intake of breath nearly startled her initially. However, curiosity won out in the end and her hand began a slow up-and-down movement that caused him to gasp out loud. He silently instructed her to apply more pressure to her ministrations, and when she complied, the visible tension on his face and audible strain in his voice let her know that she was doing something right. It felt good to him, otherwise he would have instructed her to do something different. With that knowledge, her attentions became bolder.
She leaned forward to run her tongue up the length of him experimentally. Soul immediately bucked forward and let out a loud breath in satisfaction. His nostrils flared. Encouraged, Maka continued to lick his length up and down, running her lips over the top of the head and taking him as far into her mouth as she possibly could. Soul tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't help the slight bucking of his hips forward into her waiting mouth. He refused to force himself onto her and risk gagging the poor girl, but what she was doing felt so utterly amazing and mindblowingly hot that he could not hold himself still to save his own life.
One of Maka's hands continued to pump the part of his length that she couldn't completely take into her mouth, and the other curiously made its way down to cup his sac and the testicles within. What would happen if she…
As she began to fondle him there, Soul lost a great portion of his self control. Where he had been fairly manly up to this point, limiting his vocalizations to small grunts, moans, and gasps, when she doubled her treatment by bringing her attention to his balls, he just couldn't hold back any longer. Even cool guys could only take so much. He was already so weak where Maka was concerned, so this was just too cruel for words to describe.
Maka continued to lavish his penis with her mouth and hands, but she averted her eyes up to meet his so that he knew she was listening. His own cheeks were red and his eyes were glazed over. Pardon her choice of words, but he looked almost near blissful death.
"Maka, I'm gonna…stop for a sec…"
Despite the fact that he was nearly seeing stars, he didn't expect her to go any further. Soul pushed her away just before he released his load onto the ground. To Maka, there was never a more arousing sight in the world than seeing Soul, back arched, head back, and mouth open, crying out as he came because of her. Sated and satisfied, Soul plopped himself down on the ground next to her, breathing hard and leaning his forehead against her shoulder, smiling despite the utterly uncool situation he found himself in.
"Are you okay, Soul?" Maka stroked his bare back questioningly.
Soul met her gaze and brought her in for another passionate kiss. "Never better."
Without warning, he tackled her to the ground, his hands coming up to trap her wrists above her head.
"It's your turn now, koi," he said with a devilishly evil smirk, moving one of his hands downward toward the hem of her skirt.
"What? Soul, wait a minute…hey…Soul!"


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I'm going to ask a really stupid question about perspective here. I've read various tutorials and done perspective drawings before, but I am still a bit confused so I thought I would turn to you guys for help so I can finally lay this to rest...
Do all Vanishing Points end on the Horizon Line? Generally I would say, yes. But then when it comes to 3 point perspective, it will not be on the H.L.
Is there a specific way that you can determine the height of the 3rd V.P.? Or is it just something that you eye-ball. I've been eye-balling so far, but feel that this may not be the right way to do it.
Also, is it possible to have an large amount of V.P.'s in the same picture? Just for every set of parallel lines you need another V.P., right? So if you are drawing, say, a messy room with boxes at various angles, will they all have very different V.P.'s if none of them are parallel?
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