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Los Angeles city officials are expected this week to announce a $50,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of a driver who hit and killed a 35-year-old man in the San Fernando Valley.
A driver in a white 2008-2010 Mercedes Benz CL class fatally hit Michael Bonanomi, of Santa Monica, on Aug. 17 on Ventura Boulevard just east of Fairway Avenue in Studio City.
Bonanomi was hit as he walked north across Ventura Boulevard.
The car, which took off east on Ventura, had black-paper license plates with yellow lettering.
City officials are expected to announce the reward on Wednesday.
The incident happened during a weekend when three hit-and-run crashes left three pedestrians dead across LA.
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Pop quiz, hotshot: it's the zombie apocalypse, civilization as we know it has fallen, and to top it off, your 16-year old daughter Maggie just got bit and is slowly turning into a zombie. What do you do? What do you DO?
Well, if you're Paddy Considine, then you love her unconditionally anyway. Without, you know, letting her bite you, that is. That's the premise of screenwriter John Scott's "Maggie", which is set "against the backdrop of a zombie apocalypse."
Inferno Entertainment is currently selling the film in Cannes, and is looking at ever-busy teen Chloe Moretz to play the titular young girl who is slowly but surely succumbing to her undead, er "condition". Considine is also in talks to play the father, with commercial director Henry Hobson set to make his feature film debut on the picture.
"Maggie" surfaced last year, with "Wanted" director Timur Bekmambetov attaching himself as a producer. No word if he's still involved, but as prolific as he's become in recent years, I would expect so.
Hard-working Chloe Moretz played a tortured vampire in "Let Me In", is in Tim Burton's "Dark Shadows", and is currently scheduled to play a killer teen with psychic powers in the remake of "Carrie". She's also got a half dozen other projects on her plate, which is why I think it's going to be pretty difficult to get her back for Universal's "Kick Ass 2" as planned, and without her, is there a "Kick Ass 2"?
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Britain's Prince Harry has made a documentary film about the impact of AIDS in the southern African nation of Lesotho, where he spent eight weeks earlier this year working with AIDS patients, Canada's National Post reports. The film, titled The Forgotten Kingdom: Prince Harry in Lesotho, shows the prince working at AIDS projects in the country and includes interviews with doctors, aid workers, and the brother of Lesotho's king. About one third of Lesotho's 2 million people are HIV-positive.
"Harry wanted to go to Lesotho to learn more about the problems faced in a country affected by AIDS and to do what he could to help," a palace spokesman told BBC News. "He was really affected by his experience there and the people he met. He hopes that his visit and now the film will help to raise awareness and money to help tackle the problems faced by the people of Lesotho." The film will be shown on the United Kingdom's ITV later this month.


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Qatar Has No Plans for Wide-Spread Use of GTL Fuel
24 June 2007
Gulf Times. Qatar, the site of Oryx GTL, the world's largest gas-to-liquids project, has no plans to use GTL fuel in the local market.
"No, we are not planning to take GTL on a massive commercial scale in Qatar now. It is expensive now. Also, it cannot be used alone. It needs blending," [Qatar Deputy Premier and Minister of Energy and Industry, Abdullah bin Hamad al-Attiyah] said.
Al-Attiyah said GTL projects in Qatar had always targeted the international market.
The US$1bn Oryx GTL is a joint venture between QP (51%) and Sasol (49%) and will have a production capacity of 34,000 barrels per day (bpd) of liquids. (Earlier post.) This will comprise about 24,000 bpd of synthetic diesel, 9,000 bpd of naphtha and 1,000 bpd of liquefied petroleum gas (LPG).
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GTL is an expensive concept and its much easier to use in LNG or CNG form.
Recently Qatar overtook Indonesia to become the Worlds #1 LNG supplier. After all, they are #3 in worldwide Nat-gas reserves.
Ideally they should convert all their private vehicles to run on CNG and public vehicles (like buses, trucks & ships) to run on LNG.
That will be a good promotion of the fuel they have.
In Nigeria, there was no LNG produced prior to year 1999. This year there wil be around 20 million tonnes of it exported to Europe and US, worth around $10 billion. Not bad for a product that was flared as a free by-product of oil production. There remains huge opportunities for LNG, 3 new massive LNG facilities being planned which will more than double this....all gas that was flared!
Why spend 3 x the LNG capex to have GTL? No point at all.
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Racing With My Education [posted Oct. 2007]
Im rushing throughout a huge, multi -faceted structure. Racing and racing, running as fast as I possibly can. Am I attempting to avoid danger? Or am I intending to wreak havoc, I ask myself as my heart beats determinedly. Am I searching for someone? Or am I searching for something?... Perhaps Im attempting to avoid someone or something? In such panic I feel that must be it. But whom or what could I be attempting to run from with such determination? What do I have? Is it knowledge? What could scare me so? Is it understanding?
I dash down one hall, then the next. With a sole manila folder in hand I run like heck. I see Bellas slick black hair as I near the corridor. Across this room and then another. I find Boris gargantuan figure, broad forehead and sickly pale-green skin standing along the far wall. I even notice the scars of his surgical rebirth while racing past. Similarly, I behold other hideous creatures and awful beings from one blind corner toward the next. Im frantic, this building has no apparent order in its construction... How can I ever locate the safety and security which I seek? The hallways of one floor do not coincide with those above or beneath them. As well as the disorganized structure of its irregular offices and dissimilar conference rooms scattered throughout. Who could have ever conceived such a structural calamity as this? I ask myself between panting breaths. Theres no method to its madness. Theres no logic to my eye. Theyve made it impossible to ever hide!
Actually, it seems this building is the combination of various, incomplete ones... No particular sequence finished, merely added to by the following architect. This is evident by the methods of construction and style of design from one segment to the next: Differing widths of the halls and offices, irregular fixtures and furnishings. As well as other inconsistencies. Even the means of decoration vary this much. The building has obviously come from the 1960s, to the 70s, through the 80s, 90s and now, into the twenty-first century. Portion after portion, one section to another, this building has been transformed.
My lungs heave as my arms and shoulders burn while I'm jumping down staircases and climbing frantically over these huge book shelves. Up, over and across one, I drop heavily to the floor. My loafers strike the ground with a sharp Clap! before I struggle up the next, mountainous wall of books. My body and mind tremble with fatigue as I slide over, skip across and shimmy beneath divided walkways to avoid the fearsome, long toothed lycanthrope or Wolfman. My jaw and shoulders clench tight while my knees shake weakly I realize I could helplessly fall prey to any of these cruel monsters or sadistic killers at any moment.
With my frantic paces and desperate retreat from this nearly abandoned building though, I've gradually gained assistance Kindly women posted at official looking counters along every hallway and desks adjoining most stairwells offer guidance, though seemingly oblivious to the dangers which I face. "Jordan, he went this way! or, He went that way!" even, "He's coming /going this way or another..." they tell me pleasantly as I run past. One hangs up the phone to inform me: "Jordan, hey just saw him by the Spring Room!" Another advises: "He's coming up the elevator now!" As I turn toward the nearest elevator however though, "No, Jordan! she exclaims, raising her arm the other direction That elevator!"
However, one by one, my stalkers eventually catch up with me: The dreaded but slick Count Dracula, the foreboding creation of mad Dr. Frankenstein as well as the loathsome and psychopathic killer-- Dr. Jekyll /Mr. Hyde. Even some fearsome creatures of olden times based more on fact. The Wolfman-- a terrifying legend of the middle ages, for instance. While nearly overwhelmed with mental fatigue and exhaustion, I'm still hunted by another...
My body aches all over! I listen to my dried lungs heave and heave, while I desperately attempt to draw another breath. My legs are wound with such pain. The discomfort begins at my heels, mounts toward my calves and into my thighs. I feel the pull of every muscle I follow these discomforts climbing around my buttocks then delivering their stresses to my back: My spine steadily grows more rigid, so tight all the way to those muscles held firmly between my shoulders. My chest and abdomen are wound taut like trapeze wire. The pressure has built to nearly unbearable amounts. My jaw clenches. My temples pulse forcefully, it feels as though my head may explode at any moment. My back aches, my chest burns and every muscle sears while I helplessly struggle to remain coherent. I need clear wits to finally locate the safety and understanding which I seek. Although helplessness gradually begins to cloud my thoughts and objectives. Ive begun to doubt if I will ever make it and begin to question why I even tried. Urgently I race onward. With some but only so little determination left in my soul I continue to run from one loathsome character. Like desperately searching for some elusive destination we can never reach: A pin prick on an investigation map, for instance. Or that one prize we may never win, (a misfiled document) I propel myself onward.
Finally, as I step out from one of these immense book cases and charge around the corner, a young lady behind a reception desk speaks up fearlessly. Rising from those she was dealing with, an excited look shows in her eye, she intuitively advises "Jordan, I just saw him go through there!" I turned in the direction of her outstretched limb and saw the last fiend: A firm but not broad shouldered, middle aged man wearing a top hat and a long coat is stepping into the hallway from the revolving glass doorway. I shiver when I notice the sparkle of light from the polished blade in his grasp, it glistens with his every step.
My mind is numb while I battle my weakness and frailties, however with this lost psychoanalysis folder in hand I continue on. Frenziedly, I rush down the sloped walkway filled with various other students to avoid the White chapel Murderer. I quickly dash in and out to get past those persons. I crawl over another arm -railed walkway then run past that considerate womans counter top. Panting heavily, I round the corner and look back to see Jack the Ripper still in pursuit, his surgical bag in one hand and the scalpel he wields skillfully in the other while I run toward this exit. My entire body and every muscle aches while my thinking is nearly shattered as I turn to slide beneath the modern day, yellow -taped police investigation line at the door. I have no idea of the implication of its placement... Other than protecting me from the monsters of our past(?) I weakly get to my feet, to barely shimmy through the glass doorway of the library as it closes heavily, Ka-chank! I turn this corner to look back and raise one fist before I victoriously call out their names: "Hey, Dracula! Wolf-man! Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, even you Jack-- The White chapel Murderer Not tonight! I yell with growing confidence between heaving breaths.
I watch their approaching steps come to a halt and they turn curiously to see me here, safely in the bountiful garden. Im beside the old library on this worn and weathered side of campus. My hunched figure gradually stands taller as I rise with pride with these newly discovered criminal -psychosis analysis reports. My dry lungs breath steadier while the tensions rise from my frame and these whirling, clouded thoughts gradually slow as I turn to leave. Then this hand which sets gently on my shoulder carries some authority as it shakes me, Come on, Jordan. Get goin now. Were lockin up, Anderson, the late weeknight guard advises. Dont worry, he says with a grin, the library will be open tomorrow and every one of these books will still be here waiting for ya.
Hes looking over me where I had fallen asleep, face down on an assortment of books and papers. I am surrounded by the works of Bram Stoker 1), Mary Shelley 2), Robert Louis Stevenson 3), Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 4) even one mid- evil horror based on folklore-- The feared devil-like creature of the Wolfman. Finally, the most elusive killer of them all the mysterious White chapel Murderer, also known as Jack the Ripper. Im formulating my thesis on the similarity of modern murders /murderers to those (both fact and fantasy) seen throughout history. Not only the similarity of style and form of copy cat killers but also the actual psychology of the modern killers relative to those of days gone by... Anderson doesnt notice when I slip one folder into my pack as I turn to leave.
I knew this university would be the death of me! --Jeffrey Alan Boop
1.Bram Stroker- Dracula
2.Mary Shelly- Frankenstein
3.Robert Louis Stevenson-- Dr. Jekyll /Mr. Hyde
4.Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-- The Hound of the Baskervilles
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Limited Only by My Imagination [posted 2007]
Though I realized a strange city lay beyond the trees which separate those fields, creeks and rivers, I found comfort in the fact that they were similar to the trees which border this realm. My domain is then surrounded by the beginning of the crop fields of the humble farmers. These open fields allowed me a buffer, so to speak a distance by which I could view in many directions at once. Perched in the highest trees, I could detect the onset of lurking predators, my dastardly foes or other charging enemy. After crossing two or more of those fields I turn southward, stepping carefully over the large trail there.
Hiding in the shadows, scurrying from bush to bush I follow the direction of that major route. I remain unseen until I come to a smaller path, a less traveled foot path which is much safer to travel upon. I breath deep and fully here as my arms rise above my head to stretch my worn muscles. This path casually leads me to where my weapons and provisions are stored by night.
Not long before, I was a newcomer to these lands. I was the greenhorn or young-buck myself. Now though, after many days and a number of years exploring these rugged lands, Ive gained my bearings. I know the direction to head.
I would be following the lakes edge much of my trip and safely relied on that knowledge as a true compass to find home again. With a change in gear, a different ruck sack, a weapon and provisions I head off once more. There are no schedules to keep, nor records to maintain, my only denominator of time is that sun gradually receding toward the western horizon. The only notes taken are those on tiny, little mental scraps. Those fleeting thoughts which flow just as easily as the breeze moves with the slightest gust of inspiration through our minds.
Stepping from my shelter I feel the suns warmth on my face but that comfort doesn't last long as I turn eastward. A chill racks my figure as the shadow settles over my face while the late September breeze cools my flesh. I lift my collar high as I step bravely into the deep green forest. My cares and concerns of that indecent city beyond the other trees and its people are steadily brushed away just as easily as the leafs of the tree limbs I move past. My senses tune out those trivial matters as I focus upon my days journey. I keep a close watch searching for my prey as I move stealthily through the well shaded hardwood forest.
With my hand ever ready on my weapon, my eyes dart back and forth covering the forest floor looking for small game. I see the trails left by the numerous deer and elk which traveled these lands. They were common. In fact, I am surprised that I hadn't spied one yet. My ears focus themselves too, listening for any smaller critters scampering about.
Though not entirely for my sustenance I also listen carefully for the snap of any breaking twig that might predict the oncoming of a beast or adversary. Those which just might prey upon me!
After crossing several foot paths very similar to the one that lead me to my sanctuary, I turn from the lake. I must leave its consoling guidance to head deeper into other forests. After stealthily passing that major route once more, I step into forests of widely spread evergreens. Though there are no marked paths here I move easily as the under brush thins out beneath the heavy shade of the massive trees. It also affords a different tone or shade, nearly doubling my line of site and increases my perspective catch of the day considerably.
Game birds, quail and pheasant are occasionally seen. As are possum, fox, then still smaller game. Without the troubling bushes my pace doubles as the large trees actually form rows for me to follow. Further north into these forests I eventually come upon the fence lines between this domain and that of the farmlands of the earlier settlers and their kin.
The sun at my back insures that I am indeed still headed along my intended eastward route. Only once these comforting evergreens become thinner do I turn southward toward the lake again.
I carefully look one way then the next as I step from between the trees and through the surrounding bushes into this field. I must guard myself. Across these expanses Ive spotted large, ravenous, canine like creatures before. Wolfs and coyotes, too I wonder. After crossing that major path or artery of travel for the third time today I eagerly step back into the thick forests of hardwood with the numerous bushes and smaller trees scattered below. They may slow my progress but they are more familiar to me and I appreciate the cover and comfort they provide.
The heavy underbrush scratches my legs and the thorns dig into my tender shins or calves beneath my denims. I briefly contemplate why I hadn't chosen to wear my heavier foot wear and curse myself for not having done so. Those with the leather wrapped high about my ankles, just for such protection. No matter, I think with a grimace on my face while the shade of large trees becomes thinner and thinner. I knew I'd be there soon.
With my rifle over my shoulder I walk closer and closer to the lake south of me. I'm now three sections away on this waterway from where Id started!
Here, high upon this steep hillside I know I must step carefully. For I could easily my footing and tumble nearly fifty feet to my demise on the shoreline below.
After choosing the proper placement I could settle myself, rest and catch my breath. On these slopes before I've not only seen those beautiful deer and game birds but also the wild cats that stalk and sometimes feed upon them. I shall be cautious myself!
The gentle breeze from the lake cools my face as it carries the scents of the area to me. I smell the foul odor of rotting fish along shore in one direction. The sickly sweet scent of fermenting weeds from another direction and next the scent of leafs burning far in the distance. Some expanse beyond even the location of my shelter, I suspect.
My eyes scour back and forth the beautiful colors of the orange, red and mauve of the sun reflecting from the lake as it sets nearer and nearer to the distant horizon. From the corner of my eye I spot their movement before my mind flows with their motion: My face turns to follow a gaggle of geese migrating south for the winter. Nearer, to my other side, I turn quickly and my mind jitters as I notice the frantic motion of a squirrel racing up a tree with surprising speed and agility. A smile crosses my lips and I nod my head in agreement to the pure beauty which surrounds me in this domain.
Sitting there, high above the lake, I lift my pant legs to pull thorns from my flesh before scratching lightly at the abrasions. Ar -r -r you can hear my frustrated breath as I rake my finger nails over my wounded flesh. Ill have to wear my higher leathers next time, I tell myself.
With the setting sun still affording me some light, I scour across the crystal like waters, there is hardly any movement other than an occasional passing bird or the leafs in the branches about me when I turn to reach into my heavy ruck sack. Digging about for a moment I retrieve my sustenance.
Ah -h -h the birds can hear me sigh as I bite into the Hersheys chocolate bar that I brought with me on todays journey. Mm -mm -mm a grin spreads my lips as I savor the rich, sweet chocolate treat realizing that if I follow this path along the lakes edge! It will take little more than an hour, tops, to get home from this steep, leaf-covered hillside above Carter Lake.
A grin warms my cheeks and a twinkle shows in my eye realizing that the wolfs and coyotes are only stray or loose Retrievers, Dobermans and Huskies. The deer often spotted were very quick white tailed doe, their faun and those occasional elk are surprisingly enough the proud bucks of the area. Pheasant, quail or other small game consisted of blackbirds and foolish robins, then the other small game I tracked were merely foolish chipmunks, squirrels, etc And the most fearsome of adversaries I normally faced in these forests surrounding this lake was my father or an older sibling!
With a BB gun slung over my shoulder I should head home soon, mom's probably got dinner nearly ready and I do have both Algebra and Chemistry homework for school tomorrow. I smile as I get to my feet. Looking about myself I know all of this will still be here tomorrow. I realize that this realm could only be limited by my imagination... Which never seems to be lacking!
With warm wishes to all,
Jeffrey Alan Boop
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KATRINA "The Calm Before The Storm" [ published 2006 and 2007 ]
"Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh... Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh..." I walk along. "Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh... Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh..." the waves roll onward. "Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh... Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh..." I feel the cool water wash over my feet and between my toes as I stroll this beach.
The air is clear, the breeze cool and refreshing. The early afternoon sun is bright and warm. Its temperature fills me with energy. With the splash of each wave over my feet I feel the fine grains of sand that wash by my flesh. They seem to tickle.
"Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh... Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh..." the waves steadily roll onward. Their mellow and steady tone seems mesmerizing. Sort of like a baby's music box, carrying my thoughts and mind to another place and time.
"Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh... Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh..." my feet feel good in the water. The sand beneath massage my soles with every step as I follow this path-- just within but nearly out of the crystal -like water. As I said, every deep breath of the cool air I find so refreshing. The sun is warm, the air is clear, the sand is soothing and I find the steady roll of the waves to be so tranquilizing.
Every now and then that gentle drone of the waves is disturbed by a passing speed boat or low flying aircraft, sometimes even a shout from the public area of the beach not all that far north of here. Occasionally the breeze even catches my hair or the pages of this note book in my hand.
Although those annoying sounds eventually fade or similarly-- Turning westward solves the other inconvenience easily enough; blowing those free strands from my forehead, replacing the pages of my flimsy notebook while offering me a fine view of the horizon over the Atlantic Ocean, to boot!
Some persons come to visit, others come to stay. For most-- simply a pleasant tropical get -away. These islands have long been associated with great wealth, a playground, of sorts, for many, many years, catering to the ultra rich and spoiled. Tourists are next in line, followed by 'gold -diggers'.
Somewhere beneath them all are the unfortunate natives of these lands. A people who, it seems by now, have had their culture torn down then redesigned and reconstructed so many times by those outside of their own society that they no longer even know who they are.
There are various country clubs, social halls, dance spots and quaint pavilions of all sorts which cater to and pamper those of wealth and power from any culture. Much of the coast is filled with the tourist getaways though. Intermingled with them, or often staying at smaller vacation spots are the "diggers"... Men and women, both young and old, whom are hoping to meet their perfect match, preferably a very wealthy one, and live happily ever after...
He hopes that she'll be swept away with his dashing good looks and fine social etiquette or she believes he'll give in to the charms of a wholesome, possibly sleazy charms of a lovely young woman. If not-- A nice fling with a millionaire isn't all that bad either! Others like myself, whether good or bad, judge for yourself, are fortunate enough to have friends or family who own property here.
It's actually been years since I've visited. So I do remember the islands... sort of. My second cousin's cottage is further south on this coast. This beach front path I'm following leads along various homes of magnificent style, design and some of enormous size.
Some properties are held by royal families, very wealthy business persons or others who own great amounts of land. Oh, quite a few oil barons too. There are many mid easterners about. Guns too! You don't want to mess with the security guards of those mid eastern oil barons or the royal families. They're armed!
"Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh -h -h -h -h..." I turn over my shoulder to watch as my foot prints are wiped clean by the waves. All evidence of my presence removed as quickly as it took for me to leave it there. "Sh -h -h -h -h... Whoosh -h -h -h -h..." the metronome like music box washes me away.
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As I step onto this porch I pause to look across the yard. My lawn as well as those to either side and behind me are covered in thick, lush sod. Many of us have beautifully groomed evergreens lining the yard or other healthy trees scattered about and nearly every home is lined with gardens of brilliant pink, yellow and red flowers. However my mind takes me back to a different place and a different time. This time and place is where the flowers arent always in bloom, where the trees are often misshapen and rugged. Even the grass beneath our boots is coarse, rough and laden with stones. Those details, in fact, are what makes that the place Id much rather be.
With my eyes closed I see the lake as I last knew it: Its not so big, only a couple of miles long and about a quarter mile, or so, across. The homes at the lakes edge were well protected by thick hardwood forests and their long driveways hid them from the road. I still recall the Y camp where, when little, I spent a week of fun and adventure with all my friends in the woods and on that lake covered by the warm summer sun. We learned various skills and practiced many of them til they became second nature: The abilities of fishing, then preparing and cooking the days catch. First aid and basic medical skills. As well as treating and bandaging wounds, etc. Because you never know when such abilities may come in handy. Setting your own tent, the proper fire site(s) and other safety considerations with the open flames. Even swimming different strokes and great distances. Amongst so many other lessons...
As I feel this breeze on my face I think of those adventures my friends and I shared while camping along the lake shore or deeper in the forest. When young we always set our camp site and placed our tents just beyond the glow of the lights of our homes to insure our privacy and increase the appearance of the rugged wilderness. However, as we grew older our camping experiences took us further and further from home. We sat beside the fire til late in the night, as we stared at the stars above and shared memories of our previous camping adventures or, always popular-- Wed recollect those camp fire tales we learned at Y camp as boys!
Wed tell and retell the stories, spinning the yarns of the fabled creatures of the forest, then the folklore and myths of the wilderness which we were surrounded by. Till finally, as the fire burnt down and the glow of our lanterns softened, we always concluded each night with those popular legends of the mystical monsters of our lake and the adjoining one. Each of us would Ooh! and Ahh! as the details of the wondrous tales were rehashed and clarified until tingling shivers ran up and down our spines. Then teenagers but gradually becoming adults we arent frightened by those stories of folklore from our youths but there always seems to be something within us that still wants them to be true.
Oh, if I could only go back there. To that place where I learned so much of myself and Mother Nature. Even learning something new about my trusted friends... Hopefully I can get there soon. But now: My thoughts are shaken and my eyes open in surprise. Jeff! Come on, Brad calls to me. Could ya grab that tent? Next, Bring your bedroll and lets go, Jon yells from the SUV parked in my driveway. We gotta get going, if ya wanna beat traffic, he advises me, while hopping into the truck loaded with all the gear for our yearly camping excursion.


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Lawrie returns to lineup after suspension
Lawrie returns to lineup after suspension
Lawrie, who initially appealed the four-game ban, had been out of action since last appearing in Wednesday's game against the Yankees. He was forced to watch his team last week from a suite, which was easier said than done for the energetic second-year third baseman.
"It was annoying," said Lawrie, who entered play on Monday hitting .281 with three homers and 17 RBIs. "It's a different perspective on the game, and I didn't like it that much. I want to be playing this game until I die. That's what this experience has meant to me. I'm happy to be back."
Lawrie received the suspension after arguing a pair of strikes and then slamming his helmet into the ground in the vicinity of Miller. Lawrie maintained all along that he never had any intention of hitting the umpire with his helmet and just because there was inadvertent contact doesn't mean he's going to alter his aggressive approach on the field.
"It hasn't changed me at all," Lawrie said. "I'm still the same player. I'm still going to have the same fire. In the heat of the battle, I'm still going to be the same guy. I'm not any different. At the same time, the only thing I have to learn is not to throw a helmet toward an umpire. That's what I learned."
Lawrie's return to the lineup meant utility man Yan Gomes has been relegated to the bench for at least one game. That could change in the coming days as manager John Farrell looks to find ways to get the rookie into his lineup.
Gomes made his debut on Thursday and proceeded to go 4-for-10 with a homer and three RBIs in four games. He has the ability to play behind the plate, at first and third base, which could make him a valuable contributor off the bench -- especially during Interleague Play.
"The versatility is going to come into play for sure," Farrell said. "We feel like he's capable of going over to first base if the need be and his versatility allows us on a night like tonight to DH J.P. [Arencibia] with no hesitation because if something unforeseen were to happen to Jeff [Mathis] we would insert Yan immediately.
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The 42nd Istanbul Music Festival began on Sunday, 1 June evening with an Award Ceremony and Opening Concert held at the Lütfi Kırdar International Convention and Exhibition Center.
This year's festival is bringing nearly 800 musicians of international renown to Istanbul, while also hosting two world premieres.
Until the 27th of June, the 42nd Istanbul Music Festival hosts nearly 800 international artists in Istanbul, including Steven Isserlis, Isabelle van Keulen, Alexander Raskatov, Nelson Freire, Pepe Romero, Krzysztof Penderecki, Xavier de Maistre, Yuja Wang, as well as some of the world's leading orchestras such as the Sinfonia Varsovia and the Venezuela Teresa Carreño Youth Orchestra.
Istanbul Music Festival's annual "Honorary Award" conferred on artists for their valuable contribution in the world of classical music, was given this year to Gülsin Onay, who enjoys an international career with the leading orchestras and conductors of the world and who has played a major role in introducing Ahmed Adnan Saygun's music to the world.
The soloist of the opening concert that followed was the young cellist Dorukhan Doruk, who was named the "Young Musician of the Year" at the 2011 Donizetti Classical Music Awards and won the first prize along with five other awards at the International Antonio Janigro Cello Competition, He played Tchaikovsky's Variations on a Rococo Theme, Op.33, accompanied the Borusan Istanbul Philharmonic Orchestra, directed by conductor Gürer Aykal. The opening concert honoured the festival theme "The Song of Nature" with Ahmet Adnan Saygun's A Forest Tale, Op.17. The orchestra also performed Mendelssohn's Symphony No.3 in A minor, "Scottish", Op.56.


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Daybreakers: It's All About the Blood
So this past Friday, January 8th, I dragged my wife out to see Daybreakers. You see, she is a die-hard Twilight fan and nauseatingly obsessed with sparkling vampires and broody, morose tweens who couldn't act their collective ways out of a wet paper bag. I, on the other hand, am a classic horror movie aficionado who believes quite stolidly that not only are vampires not emo pussies, but also not vapid dolts who can't even change their facial expressions. My wife understands this, and I (though with deep sighs) understand her slobbering desire to be swept away by Edward and made immortal. Yet, we both agreed to go see Daybreakers together and see (at least for herself) how real, true-to-mythology vampires behave. This is a fun, fun ride.
Part One: Okay, we get it: They're VAMPIRES!
From the onset, we see that the entire populous of Earth has been either turned into Vampires, remained human and running, remained human and being farmed for blood, or become a Subsider living under the city like a half bat/half vamp. Yeah, it's a little confusing. You see, if a vampire goes for too long without human blood, it becomes basically a feral vampire de-evolving into a bipedal bat of sorts, and immediately gets shunned to the sewers. On the other hand, if a vamp consumes the blood of other creatures, they still retain their 'human' characteristics and regress far more slowly just like Ed (Ethan Hawke), the main protagonist who also happens to be a hematologist working for the biggest blood supplier on earth trying desperately to come up with a viable replacement for human blood. Which brings us to the two remaining human factions: those on the run trying to fight the vampires, and those hung like meat in the supplier's huge storerooms supplying blood to the wealthier vampires… and it's running out. All of this aside, the entire world is now inundated with ads and commercials just as it is now, except everything is catered toward the fanged ones. It's a point that's literally pounded into your head while you watch.
Part Two: So, what does this Ed do, anyway?
Ed works for Charles Bromley (an always amazing Sam Neill) at the very company that is supplying the world with their delicious blood. Unfortunately, the supply is running out as the last remaining pockets of human 'donors' are dwindling. It's up to Ed and his staff to locate a stable and useful solution by coming up with a non-human synthetic blood. Yet, on his own, he has decided to stop consuming human blood as he begins to feel slightly sympathetic. Soon he meets up with a small pocket of resistance under the leadership of Elvis (Willem DaFoe. Easily the greatest part of the movie) Elvis was once a vampire, and, somehow, managed to change himself back to a human. What? Is this even possible?
Part Three: Oh yeah. It's Possible.
In an interesting twist to the Vampire mythos that I doubt has ever been explored, it seems that a temporary blast with pure sunlight (as in the UV rays) can not only kill the 'virus' but also kick-start the living dead's heart thereby rendering him or her human once again! And you know, it's only slightly convoluted and no more so than any other method from the myriad other Vampire movies over the years. And it even looks cool! See, one day, back when Elvis was first turned, he began working for the vampire populous re-engineering their vehicles with the necessary things for them to be able to drive during the day; installing cameras, UV proof windows, self-inflating tires. But, he got fed up and decided to end it all by sun-style suicide. Well, in a weird freak car accident, he did just that, but the burn was quickly extinguished as he landed in a river. Not only was he not a pile of blackened bones, but he was also not un-dead anymore. Basically, he was human again. Ed hears this and figures a way with an unused wine tank to try it on himself.
Part Four: The ending of which I am not revealing. Sorry.
Well now we all know that there is a proven cure. But, will it work on Ed? Is this the saving grace the world needs to rid themselves of this pesky blood shortage? Well… I ain't gonna tell ya. This flick has a great ending. And that's all I'm gonna say. Go see it. If you enjoy Vampire movies that are neither love story fluff, emo-sullen drivel, or the typical gory bloodbaths we all expect, I implore to check this film out. Sure, it has silly moments, but what horror film doesn't? It's fun and well worth it. Go. Now!


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text: EARLIER this week, leading small business expert Allon Raiz posted a comment on his Facebook profile asking a question which I thought was quite thought-provoking. "How much responsibility does the media have in developing the right entrepreneurial role models for our youth to emulate?" Basically the comment was that the media makes much of "get rich quick" entrepreneurs, which potentially creates an unrealistic idea of what being a small business owner is all about. It resounded with an Invenfin executive, who remarked that in his opinion too many young technology entrepreneurs make a big deal in the media about the fact that they have raised funding, but less noise about the hard yards that go into running their business. I don't think it is any secret that South Africa has one of the lowest levels of total entrepreneur activity in the world, and one argument for this is that not enough is done to highlight entrepreneurial ventures. South African kids don't grow up wanting to be entrepreneurs. "The media should be writing about entrepreneurs!" people will suggest as a remedy for this. Fair enough. But then the question is what kind of entrepreneurs do South Africans want to read about? Do you want to read about the 20-something tech entrepreneur, whose business does not actually make any money but is flavour of the month in the social media circles? What about Greg Secker, the dollar billionaire forex trader? Nelson, the trader who sells tomatoes on the side of the side of the road and supports a family of three? To Allon's comment, I think people love the idea of getting rich quick. It convinces them that they could wake up tomorrow, chuck in their job and just hit that magic moment when money rolls into the account and the flashy cars and lifestyle follow. One thing Allon has always said is that as he grows older and more experienced, he has also learnt skills that mean he can execute strategy far faster than when he was younger.Seasoned heads know best This is perhaps where the media should be focusing more attention. What lessons can entrepreneurs learn from the mistakes made by other small business owners? Asking the 22-year-old for his take on the IT industry and latest technology trends may be interesting, but bearing in mind that he was in high school when the dot-com bubble burst he doesn't necessarily have the experience to to say "haven't we seen this before?". Already in the last few weeks experienced people are pointing to things like the valuations attached to Facebook, Tencent and other big name tech stocks, and mumbling that these things have been seen before. Maybe we should be chatting to the entrepreneurs who lived through that heyday and can identify what went pear-shaped. The business landscape and tools might change, but at the end of the day running a small business comes down to one simple factor - buy for one and sell for two. At the end of last year, we had a lot of fun reading about the real heartache experienced by entrepreneurs who now feature prominently in magazines and on business websites. Entrepreneurs living on R5 a day or not having money to put petrol in their car when suppliers hadn't paid them are things many South African entrepreneurs can associate with. I would love some input in the comment section below as to what kind of entrepreneurial stories you would like to see posted on Fin24, and to give us some ideas of the people who inspire you. Signing off this week, I thought I would leave you with a quote posted on Twitter earlier this week by Ronnie Apteker, one of our older and perhaps wiser IT entrepreneurs: "Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time." - Fin24


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Sometimes, one win can be doubly satisfying.
Cedar Shoals found that out Friday.
The Jaguars defeated Heritage 55-43 in a Region 8-AAAA semifinal battle to clinch a spot in today's title game against rival Clarke Central and secure a first-round home game in the state tournament.
"Going for the region title is obviously great, but we're even happier because we'll open the state tournament at home," Cedar Shoals coach Ron Link said. "We didn't score well today, but our defense kept them low enough that it didn't matter."
Chris Kupets led Cedar Shoals (22-4) with 20 points, Bryan Browner added 11 and the Jaguars' defense kept the Patriots (15-12) off balance.
The Jaguars' full-court press overwhelmed Heritage from the opening whistle to the final buzzer.
Link also made sure to mix in a cluster of half-court sets as well to throw off the Patriots' rhythm.
"That was the difference," Link said. "We kept switching defenses on them, and they couldn't adjust. We pressed, played on and off the ball, doubled up, just about everything you can do."
Kupets, who went 3-for-3 from 3-point range, was again the Jaguars' offensive spark.
After being held to just three points in the first half, Kupets came alive in the final 16 minutes with 17 points, including a buzzer-beating 3-pointer to end the third quarter.
"We kept them out of place all day," Kupets said. "Our defense created the offense for us."
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Great review I love just about anything with folk influences I'll have to check this one out. Pos
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And this is proof why you need to write more for Sputnik. Great, great review.
There are a few slight trouble spots here, but none of them are huge.
" around three tracks in particular: 'Hands and Anchors,' 'Light in My Lungs' and 'Life and Sleep.'"
You could probably exclude this, seeing as they're literally the centerpiece of the album (in terms of being the center tracks.)
"Soft croons and light-hearted lungs spilling into the microphone to create a song which is nothing short of breathtaking with its soothing melodies and structure."
This is just awkwardly worded to me. With slight adjustments, it'd flow better.
"I feel myself a little worn thin, a little happier than before, a little exhausted-- a little smile on my face."
You feel yourself a little smile on your face? Hehe, parallelism hiccups are so much fun.
You do a fantastic job of blending your creative writing skills with reviewing. Have a pos, man.
i just wish you would stop 4.5ing fucking everything
Yeah man, dislike more music for us please!
cmon thats not what i mean if everything is superb then nothing is superb
this guy compromises the integrity of every fucking artist he writes about it's quite frankly disgusting and i think he should be banned
I really want this, man.
u r prob one of the most self absorbed ppl on this site good sir
Will not neg because it seems you finally made an effort to improve your writing
good job
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He's already said he's going to rate things differently, so I don't see what the problem is. It's personal preference, and I'm not going to bitch about you being conservative with your ratings because that's silly as hell.
"this guy compromises the integrity of every fucking artist he writes about it's quite frankly disgusting and i think he should be banned"
Good one!
Yeah quit being a bitch chambered
Sure thing. I like Chambered, but he's being a little silly right now
And this is a Sputnik user project? If so, you should provide that information in your first comment so people know.
my red and yellow socks like this review
northouse made this?
We need Aids' trophy in here.
gave this a listen earlier today and it was really great. awesome job north0house.
really similar to ilyas ahmed's album...but that album does everything better imo. from the drones to the vocals (which i'm not too keen on so far).
Wow, thanks a ton for the review man. Lol, it means a lot. Really great review, and awesome it got featured.
But yeah this is my first venture into music. I have lots I want to improve upon next time around.
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Also, yeah, I figured there'd be some disagreements with the message on Our Western Oceans. I picked it for that reason though. I thought it was kind of funny how people who were pro-life were accusing their very own candidates of pulling the rug out from under them.
albums good north0house2 great work
This is quite nice Northhouse, props and you seem like a nice guy as well.
And good job Michael for luring me in, pos.
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A couple who were reunited on VE Day after he was released from a notorious German prisoner of war camp have celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary.
Leslie Cox, 91, had only been married to Daphne, 92, for 10 weeks when his plane was shot down in 1942 over North Africa.
He was incarcerated in Stalag Luft III, which is known for two famous prisoner escapes that happened there by tunneling and were portrayed in the films The Wooden Horse (1950) and The Great Escape (1963).
The couple were reunited on Victory in Europe Day and now live in the Spiers House care home in New Malden in side by side rooms.
They celebrated their anniversary in the home on June 9 with a visit from their family their son Patrick and daughter Rosemary, four grandchildren and five great grandchildren.
Patrick said: "I think it is a great achievement, perhaps there aren't going to be that many 70th wedding anniversaries in the future.
"They have been very loving and caring parents and also interested in what their children are doing and their grandchildren."
The Coxes married in Peterborough after meeting through their church but have lived in Coombe Lane, West Wimbledon, since 1966 until December 2011.
Leslie was an NHS administrator before he retired, rising to the role of dsenior assistant district health administrator for Sutton and Merton Health District before he retired in 1980. Daphne was a secretary before putting aside her career to raise her children.
They both have a keen love of gardening and working in their own garden at their home, but being confided to wheelchairs inside the nursing home has stopped them from taking part in as many activities as in the past.
Ziortza Fernandez, resident nurse at Spiers House, said: "It is amazing. They are always looking out for each other. They are always asking 'how is Daphne' and 'how is Leslie?'"
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An Act of Love
to Bending the Shinobi Ways
Cunning and swift, one of the few things a ninja must learn. Silence and stealth, two of the important things a shinobi must master. A genin, after graduating from the Academy, must know that following rules is a must; to bend or even break them may lead to severe punishment. However,
"Ottou-chan broke the rules!"
Sakura slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand and sighed. Perhaps her eight-year old son has been listening to one of his daddy's conversation with the Hokage.
"But still Saki-kun, you know better than to break the rule of a ninja in-training!"
"Ka-chan… tou-chan broke-"
"Yes, yes, I know, but that's different! It wasn't in a mission!"
Saki looked up at his mother's eyes. "I wasn't on a mission too!"
"Aa, but picking a fight with one of your classmates is wrong!"
"But tou-chan also had fights with Hokage-sama!"
"Yes," she answered. "But they're best friends now and they're adults!"
"I thought you said adults were supposed to know the rules and not break them..?"
Again, she sighed, she could never win against her son. Heck, like father like son, she couldn't even beat her own husband when it came to reasoning; he somehow managed to find loopholes. "Saki… please…"
Saki pouted and looked the other way. "Fine…" definitely like his father. Not only did he look like Sasuke but the attitude as well and how Sakura would always find him cute the way she found Sasuke cute. Oh well, the difference is he's more cheery and bubbly than Sasuke and he's as smart as his mother and good in chakra control, at least, that's what her former sensei, Iruka, had said. "Good boy." She said, patting Saki on the head.
The little boy ran towards the living room and knelt down on the couch that was near the window. He looked long and hard as if he were waiting for someone. Well, technically, he was. Sasuke had been gone for two days due to an ANBU mission and Saki, being the smart kid he was, knew that his dad would come back because he believed in him and his strength.
"Hmmm..?" Sakura averted her attention from the stove and turned to her son and smiled. "What is it Saki-kun?"
"Tou-chan, how good is he..?" he asked. "I mean, I know he's captain of the no. 1 ANBU team in Konoha but… how good is he really? How long can he last..?"
"Ano, how to put it…?" she said, placing an index finger below her chin as a gesture of thinking. She furrowed her eyebrows, thinking of a convincing answer and she smiled then turned to Saki who had his back on her with the clan's symbol imprinted on his black shirt.
"He is the sole survivor of our clan, you know the story right?"
"Aa." Definitely like Sasuke.
"ANBU team one heading back to Konoha, mission was a success." Sasuke said through the speaker phone he had attached to his ear and mouth. "We should be back by eight minutes."
Some of his teammates were injured but still good, that was one heck of a mission. He couldn't believe that dobe would give him a mission to eliminate the remaining sound nins. Oh well, it was better than killing every Akatsuki left alive. He sighed and picked up his pace as his team did the same. He couldn't wait to get home after two exhausting days.
"Can't wait to see them, huh Uchiha?"
Sasuke turned slightly to the left to see Neji smirking at him.
"Aa, I bet same goes for you with Ten-Ten and your daughter."
Neji smirked yet again and looked ahead, they were nearing Konoha and he couldn't help but think of his family. "Of course, Captain." He answered since a few of the team had caught up with them. Sasuke returned it with a smirk. Up until now, they still had the sense of rivalry and the Hyuuga can't seem to get himself to call him Captain when it's just the two of them.
back, Sakura-chan, Saki-kun."
"And he is your father, who happened to be the no. 1 rookie of the year during our days at the Academy." She smiled when Saki turned to look at him, he didn't know this. "Not to mention that anyone from the Uchiha clan always keeps their promises, and your father did swore to you and I that he'd be back safe and sound right?"
"Yeah but, he breaks rules, right?"
Sakura giggled, remembering the night they decided to let everyone know about their relationship. He admitted that he was a rule-breaker while she was the exact opposite but then, they didn't get the "Opposites attract" saying for nothing. "But he never breaks a promise."
Saki was about to answer back when he suddenly turned his head outside the window and his eyes gleamed with happiness. "He's back! He's back!"
His mother smiled. Another Uchiha prodigy, he really takes after his dad. The child opened the door as he welcomed his father by tackling him to a hug when he was halfway near the door.
"Hey kiddo!" Sasuke greeted; ruffling his son's hair that was like his. "Have you been good when I was gone?" he asked, raising a brow and giving a slight smile.
"Yup! Ask ka-chan!"
Sasuke got up and walked over to the front door to be greeted by his wife and former teammate. "Welcome home, Sasu-kun!" she said with a smile and gave a short kiss to him. "Saki has been asking me questions about you for the past two days."
"Oh really?" he asked, looking down at Saki who gave a sheepish smile. "Broke another rule,"
"Uh-huh, just like you when you were young!" she punched him playfully on the arm. "Come on, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
The three entered the house and got ready for dinner. The usual talk of "how was the mission" and "how was Saki" during those two days occurred when Sakura was washing the dishes and Sasuke remained seated with his usual pose when he was 12.
"A bit hard but with Neji and Shino, it was easy."
"I see…" Sakura said, drying the rest of the dishes. "Saki was really persistent today, he kept retorting me with rule-breaking," she sighed and giggled. "Just like you."
Sasuke smirked "I'm not that much of a rule-breaker Sakura, you know that." He got up and approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "But I sure missed him, and you of course." He whispered to her ear and began to kiss her neck. Sakura put the dishes down and placed one hand on his arms, the other reaching out for his head, stroking his raven hair. "I missed you too," she replied as their lips met.
It started out as a normal kiss until it became passionate and intense. They parted a bit before opening their mouths, giving each others' tongues permission to enter.
"Tou-chan, ka-chan..?"
They broke apart abruptly upon hearing the voice of their eight-year old son. Faces flushed as the innocent child looked up at them with wide eyes that blinked continuously.
"Why are you two giving me those looks..? Like you're hiding something from me or-"
"What is it Saki-kun?" Sakura asked, cutting him from his, well… sentence.
"Oh, yeah," he ran to them and hugged them then looked back up at his parents with a big grin. "I just came back to say goodnight and that I love you both!"
Sasuke and Sakura looked at each other then smiled and bent down to level their son's height.
"We love you too Saki-kun, and goodnight." He said, giving his son a kiss on the forehead as Sakura did the same after giving Saki a tight embrace. The child ran back to the stairs and up his room.
"I thought he saw us…" Sakura muttered.
"Yeah, I guess we'd better not do that here…"
Sakura nodded in agreement and took off her apron. "Well, that's done, let's go and sleep."
The two headed to their room and before Sakura could even lie on the bed, Sasuke had grabbed her wrist and pulled her in his arms. "Oh-no you don't," he started. "We haven't seen each other for two days and you expect me to let you go, Sa-ku-ra?" he whispered in her ear. Her name was said slowly and it sent shivers down her spine as she blushed, yep, she still does even if her long-time crush and love is already her husband. She looked up to his dark, obsidian eyes and they slowly closed as he did the same with the gap between their lips. Sakura knew what he wanted and knows that she wants this to, she shut her eyes as well, waiting for their lips to meet and as they did, he made a grab for the switch as the lights closed with a flick. His back leaned on the door, making it shut as his hand locked it.
Once again, their tongues danced with each other and both breaking away for air. She pulled him towards the bed and repeated the same thing they had done the night he proposed to her.
This is what she's been waiting for whenever he's on a mission. Hopefully, Saki didn't see them when they were on the couch the last time he came back from a duty, otherwise, he'd be asking questions again and she'll definitely have a hard time to explain.
The next day, Saki woke up and yawned, rubbing his eyes before getting off of the bed and brushing his teeth. He wondered what his parents were doing last night when he came down to say goodnight. They were hugging but something was bugging him and he couldn't guess or even think of an answer to it.
"I'm going now," he heard his father say. Saki left his room and hurried down the stairs. "Tou-chan, where are you going?"
Sasuke was already out the door when he heard Saki call him, he turned his head to his son and smiled. "I'll just report my mission to the Hokage and go back here, alright?"
"But you said you'll take me to school and train with me after school and-"
"Saki," Sakura stopped him. "Your father is an ANBU captain, you know that his job is really important, I'll take you to school and then later, your father will pick you up and train with you, how's that?"
Saki gave a soft "yes" and looked down, his bangs shadowing his eyes. It usually meant he was sad or depressed. Sasuke knew this habit of his son. He was once like that whenever Itachi broke a promise to train with him or teach him. Sasuke smiled and faced the rising sun. "Hurry up Saki, or I'll leave you."
His wife and son looked at him with wide-eyes.
"Really tou-chan?" he asked, to make sure.
"Aa, now, hurry up like a good little ninja-to-be."
"Woohoo!" and Saki trotted back to his room to get changed.
"Are you serious Sasuke-kun?"
"Aa," he said. "I remember how I felt whenever my brother…" he paused as his smile turned to a sad one. He once had a deep grudge against his brother but over the years, he began to miss the Itachi he knew. "…would break his promise and poke me on the forehead, I really felt bad."
They heard Saki come back down wearing his black shirt and white shorts. He also had his backpack and ran to his mother who bent down then gave her a kiss on the cheek and a goodbye as he ran outside, stopped and turned to his dad. "Come on tou-chan, I can't wait 'till my friends sees you!"
His parents sweat dropped and laughed nervously. Sasuke gave a goodbye kiss to Sakura as she whispered. "Good luck with your fan club, I hope they don't catch your attention or your heart!" she teased. Sasuke smirked and kissed her again, this time, on the forehead. "Yeah right, you're the only girl who caught my attention and my heart." And he walked over to his son who took his hand and pulled him towards the Academy. "Ja'ne, ka-chan!"
When they reached the school, Saki began to ask his dad. "Tou-chan, what were you and ka-chan doing last night, besides hugging each other?"
Sasuke blushed and turned to look at his son as an idea hit him. He bent down and smiled. "Just an act of love," he said "Now come on, I'll drop you off inside."
Saki blinked and thought about his answer. Maybe he can do that act to his crush. His father did say it was an act of love now right? So coming from someone who knows what love is, he'd definitely be successful, hopefully. Saki is an Uchiha, and a replica of his dad minus his eyes that were green like his mom's. He too, was popular with the girls like his dad but only one caught his eye.
The door opened and most of his classmates turned to look at him then at his dad.
"Um… ohayou minna, this is my dad…" he said, blushing a bit due to the attention. A bit like his father, he was uneasy when everyone looked at him. "Uchiha Sasuke…" he continued.
Sasuke just gave a slight smile and raised his hand as a gesture of hello. Iruka smiled at his former student, feeling proud as well. "As what Saki said, Sasuke here was also my student."
"Ne, Iruka-sensei, that must mean you're really old!"
Judging from the attitude and face, Sasuke knew that this was his best friend's son, Uzumaki Sei. He too had blonde hair and the foxy grin and of course, the infamous jutsu that Naruto created. What he got from Hinata, the Byaakugan and the smarts.
"Urusai, Sei." Iruka muttered. "Naruto the second, at least he doesn't do goof-ups."
"Hey, Saki! I bet I can beat your dad!" Sei grinned.
Saki sighed. "What makes you think that when you can't even beat me..?"
"Urusai, you're just lucky that your mom and dad are top achievers!"
The two Uchihas sighed, definitely like Naruto. Sasuke bent down to Saki and smiled. "Keep up the good work on being number one, I'm proud of you."
Saki grinned. "Of course, Uchihas are the best!"
"No they're not, Uzumakis are the best!" Sei countered.
"Ignore him," Sasuke whispered and got up. "I have to go now, ja'ne, Iruka-sensei." He gave a sheepish grin as Iruka glared at him with a drop-the-sensei look. "Pick you up later Saki."
Saki gave a nod and turned to the girls in his class who were giggling and blushing, looking at him and his dad. "Maybe I'll just meet you at the park."
Sasuke knew what he meant and nodded. "Alright, see 'ya."
"Matte, Uchiha-teme!"
Everyone gasped and even Saki's eyes went wide. He knew that word yet he was scolded whenever he would ask what it was. Sasuke twitched, hearing the miniature Naruto call him bastard. Iruka bonked Sei on the head and lectured him about respecting elders then apologized to Sasuke.
He sighed and turned to Sei with a smirk. "You want something?" he asked, his eyes shadowed by his bangs.
"I will defeat you, captain of ANBU Team 1!" and he did the hand seal that would execute the sexy no jutsu. A poof came and instead of a loudmouth Sei, a naked girl with long blonde hair appeared, giving a wink. Iruka's nose bled as some of the girls scolded some of the guys for looking, drooling or even nose-bleeding.
Saki wasn't affected much as he sighed and turned to his dad. "See what I meant last night?"
Everyone looked to Sasuke who just smirked. "If your dad can't beat me, how can you?" he said, revealing his eyes red; sharingan.
Sei returned to his original loudmouth self and whined. "How can you not be affected? How can you defeat the great blah blah blah." And on and on he went. Sasuke patted Saki's head. "I'm sure this is how you beat him too," and he left after Saki gave a nod. Yup, he too had inherited the sharingan. "See you, Saki."
Saki looked on until his dad left then turned to his crush who had long black hair and smiling sweetly at him. He blushed and walked towards her to take his seat which was right next to her. He gulped and thought, "I guess I can do this... it is an act of love after all..."
"Yeah..?" she asked, blushing slightly.
"I can't really say it... so..." he gulped. "Mom did say action speaks louder than words..."
He leaned closer to Karu and planted a short kiss on her cheek then looked away from her, blushing furiously. Karu blushed and giggled, thinking how cute he was like that. She did the same to him and his whole face began to turn red. "I guess that means she likes me too, score Saki!"
Naruto sighed and leaned back on his chair. "What the hell is taking that teme so long?"
To answer him, a poof was heard and out came Sasuke who gave a deadly glare and a smirk at Naruto. "It's bad enough your son called me teme."
"Geez, you're late!"
"Not my fault Sei wanted to show me your original jutsu."
"So, did your nose bleed?" he asked, grinning.
Sasuke's smirk was replaced with a sneer. "Dobe, I wouldn't fall for a jutsu you created, and I would've beaten you to a bloody pulp for teaching your son that skill and showing it to my son!" He need not say he was angry for his sharingan eyes said it.
"Ehehehe, sorry 'bout that, let's just say, it's what I would call An Act of Love." He grinned and looked out at the clouds. "Yep, love…"
"Whatever, dobe…" he smirked and joined his best friend in watching the clear blue sky.
A/N: This came out bad… I wanted to end it up until Saki's thoughts about his crush but it might leave you guys hanging. As for the names, I just added "S" to "aki" since Sasuke's son was born in autumn; "S" coming from the first letter of Saki's parent's names. "Sei" is a shortcut of "Seishin" which means spirit. Just thought of it since Naruto has high spirits. R and R please!


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"...taking her power back." Beautifully said, chrisg. In the major fight To Stop Violence Against Women, courage such as Erin's hopefully is an example for other women to stand up to the deviants, abusers, and defilers of women everywhere. We hear about multiple incidents each day in the news. We may not stop the animalistic stupidity behind it, but we can be courageous in how we live our lives despite it. We can also lobby hard for stronger sentencing . . .
This aspect of ERIN ANDREWS DWTS run makes me want to support her all the way. YOU GO GIRL!!! GO ERIN AND MAKS!!!


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luv them colors n her lovely hair/eyes/lips r so purrrrrrrrrty wow ur very good :3
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Sheffield Wednesday have been boosted by the news that Michael Gray has signed a new one-year contract.
Last Updated: 19/05/09 2:12pm
Sheffield Wednesday have been boosted by the news that experienced left-back Michael Gray has signed a new one-year contract.
The 34-year-old made 13 Championship appearances for the club last season after initially joining on loan before penning a short-term contract with the club.
The ex-Wolves, Leeds and Blackburn defender clearly impressed manager Brian Laws enough for the club to retain his services for the upcoming season.
Laws is pleased to have Gray at his disposal for the 2009/10 campaign, stating the veteran stopper is a consummate professional who is a good influence on the club's youngsters.
"I am delighted that Michael Gray has committed to the club for another year," Laws told the club's official website.
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like the warmth this light house has--or maybe its just the suns rays but still-its colored beautifully & fab architecture, fave :D
very beautiful landscape
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i have been checking how many lighthouses there are and you have only got 47,396 more to draw, lol, liked :)
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Property Location
With a stay at Farmers Boy Inn in Longhope, you'll be within the region of Merchants' Quay and Gloucester Folk Museum. This family-friendly inn is within the region of Regiments of Gloucestershire Museum and Gloucester Cathedral.
Complimentary wireless Internet access is available to keep you connected. Bathrooms with shower/tub combinations are provided. Conveniences include complimentary newspapers and coffee/tea makers, and you can also request irons/ironing boards.
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Take in the views from a garden and make use of amenities such as complimentary wireless Internet access and an arcade/game room.
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The front desk is staffed during limited hours. Free self parking is available onsite.
Hotel Facilities
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