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You will be flying DTs, Maia said briskly. That stands for Dragonship Transport Model. Ander and Lethya, youll be flying DATs so you dont have to go back to the single steering handle. No matter what make youve got, itll fly like whatever youre used to, just bigger, slower and with less maneuverability. Also, youll have ten to fifteen people on board, so no monkey business. With a little over a hundred pilots taking at least ten each, we should have the refugees staying here shuttled down in no timeone trip each. Some of you may be assigned Orientation Duty, which means you show them around. Also no screwing around with that one. We shouldnt have any problems, but it is a twenty-minute flight and a lot of distance to cover, so we cant be too sure that itll go unnoticed. In other words, get it done and get it done fast. Is that clear?
Yes, maam, they all chorused, some grinning at each other with the prospect of showing off for the girls in mind.
Good. Ill be flying escort just in case, so dont think you can start pulling the Flying Ace anytime soon. She ignored the groans. Everybody get in your assigned DT or DAT, its time to get out of here.
Lethya shook her head at the boys eagerness to play the ferrymen, climbing into the cockpit of her DAT. It was much more spacious, with a partition between her and the passenger area; like Maia had said, it would be harder to maneuver, but that probably wouldnt be a problem. Using her hair tie to secure her hair in a low bun, she pulled on a helmet, wincing as a few hairs were pulled out.
The DT in front of her started rolling forward and she nudged the airship forward, leaning back. It had been a while since shed done any flying outside of class, including aerial battles; apparently, this Jaegar guy wasnt quite so hot to trot anymore. She didnt mind: with the dragons around, a little longer and they wouldnt be able to keep them out of the battles.
It hit her that today was the seventeenth, exactly one month and one day after shed woken up. Already she was settling into the routine of life at V.E.O., when part of her insisted that she still had another place, another home in the past, one where she really belonged
Keep flying, her practical voice ordered.
The V.E.O. transports will be arriving in about ten minutes, a crisp voice rasped over the intercom, echoing throughout the Spaceport, which was currently brimming with refugees. Designed to house up to a hundred thousand, it nonetheless was choked with all those fleeing from Venuss Junoan Plains. All those assigned to stay at V.E.O. Academy, please ready your baggage and go to the A sector. There will be a chart of which group you have been placed in and which pilot and ship you will have. Please do not switch groups or pilots. Have a nice day.
Bye, Mom, sixteen-year-old Azumi Rudiath said cheerfully, giving her mother a swift hug. Ill visit you as soon as I can.
But Azu, its so far, the older woman said plaintively.
Its only a few blocks down from where youve been assigned. Her chin-length brown hair flared out as her head whirled to glance over her shoulder, looking out towards the hall she was supposed to be walking through, then in the reverse direction to return her attention to her substantially shorter mother. Itll be fine. Ive got to go now.
Her mother let out one soggy Bye, sweety, and released her to depart towards the A sector. They had been normal citizens of the Ishtar Plains main city, Aures, before the attack, and while her father had died when she was ten and now she was at the mercy of a school full of strangers, shed still managed not to fall into depression, which was fairly unusual.
Azumi shifted one of the straps of her backpack and switched the duffel bag from one hand to the other, only to be rammed into by a cloud of perfume and pastel colors. Watch where youre going, snapped a cranky voice.
The brown-haired girl looked over at the poodle-wannabe and sighed, then mimicked the girls pose. Oh my gawd, Felanna, I think you might have a split end! Someone call the emergency stylists!
Felanna sniffed. She came from one of Auress richest districts, and as the spawn of the two people possibly least-suited to be parental figures, she had been raised with no concept of the word no. Of course, she was smartshed had the best tutors money could buy outside of normal schooland shed already surpassed both of her parents.
Azumi couldnt stand her.
A bit cocky for someone who looks like they just walked out of the dumps refuge sale, Felanna said venomously, tossing her head of thick cinnamon hair. I cant believe even you would stoop so low as to robbing a homeless man for his clothes.
Why are you wasting time on her, Fel? asked Sabra. Unlike Felanna, she was just flat out stupid; the older girl only kept her around as a tool, and both Azumi and Felanna knew it. No one could resist Sabras long blonde hair and innocent blue eyes, as blameless and empty-minded as a sheep. She only listened to Felanna, which meant that if Felanna needed a favor from a guy, she would negotiate a deal with him with the motivation being a suggestion to Sabra that she give that boy a chance. Its not like shes even worth our time.
Ladies, ladies, please. Haonas Hedrien slung an arm about both Felanna and Azumis shoulders, and Azumi rolled her eyes and shrugged it off. Felanna looked at his arm as if it were an enormous, rotting maggot. Cant we all just get along?
In response, both of them stalked off. Youre right, Ramon Quoal said, impressed. Works every time.
Keaton Yirth gave them both a nudge. Keep moving. Weve got to get to the A sector.
When they got to the sector, they found the wall crowded with adolescents all craning to find their name in a group. Gesper Thaxton strolled over, hands shoved in his pockets and a dark look on his face. Dont waste your time, he muttered sullenly to the three boys. The groups me, you three, Lyndan, Burke Gherikson, Folar Black, Scopp, and Binkery.
Thats only nine, and theres supposed to be at least ten to a group, Ramon pointed out. Which girls?
He scowled. Meara, Felanna, Azumi, Sabra, and two others Some girl from the boonies, Abby or something and Nikita, or Nyria, or something like that.
Haonas whistled. Fifteen, full group. Whos the pilot? Ive got a cousin over there that should be the right age.
Gespers mouth twitched into a half-smirk. It just said Fanyathe. I know Ive heard that name somewhere on the news, but you know me and foreign names.
Yeah, I cant remember who that is either, Keaton said, staring at the ceiling in concentration. Whoever he is, hed better be a good pilot or Ill kick him out of the cockpit and fly myself.
Relax, came a voice from behind him. Lyndan Derevio stood there, running a hand through unruly dark blonde hair, his clothes rumpled. A pair of boxers fell limply to the ground after triumphantly flapping from where they had been caught on his bags zipper through the duration of his entire sprint through the Spaceport, letting everyone in sight know that he owned a pair of heart-print underwear. His eyes were rimmed in dark circles, his lanky frame still ungainly for a boy of fifteen, but his smile was still good-natured. Whoever were denouncing now, Im sure they really dont deserve a verbal thrashing.
Keatons just nervy about the pilot, Haonas announced. For the most part, theyd been grouped according to either their ID numbers or the school theyd gone to, so for the most part they all knew each other. You know, convinced he can do a better job, as per usual.
We have to be at Dock A-36 in three minutes, Gesper insisted. Where the heck is Scopp?
Waiting for you clowns at the Dock, sarcastically answered the tall boy behind him. Where you would be if you were anything close to responsible. Now come on, the transports are almost here.
Scopp tended to command respect from most people. He was the unofficial leader of the bunch, and came off a good deal more serious than he really was; his relentlessly blunt nature didnt help that perception too much.
So this Fanyathe guys our pilot. Anyone know who he is? Haonas asked as they headed over to the Dock. We know weve heard the name before, but I cant place it.
Fanyathe? Lyndan paused, then shook his head. Rings a bell, but I cant recall.
Six girls were waiting by the Dock when they arrived. Four they recognized; two they did not. Azumi and Meara Ezavi were chatting by the door, Felanna ignoring Sabras babble, but one girl sat against the wall, her dark hair in a stern braid and brown eyes stark against her pallid face. The other girl was buried to her ears in a bookor just hiding behind itand stealing glances out of the corner of her eyes at them. Burke and Folar arrived, keeping to themselves.
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Ramon finished counting them. Were just missing Binkery.
That a bad thing? Gesper mumbled under his breath, just as a familiar blonde-curled head bobbed over.
Hi, guys! Binkery said, disgustingly bright. Isnt this exciting? We get to see what Earths like! The fact that hundreds of people had died in Jaegars attack and their homes had been destroyed apparently had not registered with Binkery, among other things.
Binkery, this isnt an adventure, Gesper said cynically, giving him a narrow look. This is us being shipped off to an all-boys school until they build some pitiful excuse for a shelter back on Venus and dump us there.
Youre saying it like its a bad thing! Binkery protested. Its an opportunity!
The door slid open to the Docking Chute before any of them could strangle him. They picked up their bags, Lyndan having hastily stuffed his boxers back into his duffel, and entered. You heard of this Fan-something guy? Haonas asked Meara. She shook her head, red curls bouncing.
At the other end of the chute was an opening to a large cabin with a few single seats and two long rows of ten seats. A partition kept them from seeing their pilot, but would allow access into the cockpit if unlocked; the inside of the cabin had a few thick windows and plenty of emergency equipment.
The partition rolled back as they were dropping their luggage in a heap and buckling into their seats. Behind it stood a girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail, looking somewhat unsure of herself. Um, excuse me?
All fifteen pairs of eyes turned to her, and Azumi found herself reflecting that Felanna would stomp all over her unless she showed a little more backbone. Wheres the pilot? Keaton asked rudely.
She shifted her weight to her other foot. Thats um me.
Youre kidding, right? Felanna said in disbelief after a moment of dead silence.
Oh, wow! Binkery jumped to his feet. Youreyoure that girl whowhothe sleeping for three thousand years, and the flying, and the dragons, andand He looked ready to go into cardiac arrest.
Sit down before you twist an intestine, you idiot, Burke growled. Everyone knows who she is. The look he sent her wasnt exactly one of welcome. Shes that girl they actually let fly.
Thats about right. I just wanted to tell you that we should be in the school in about twenty minutes and, uh, answer any questions if you had any.
After another long, awkward pause, Keaton asked, Ive got one: do you know how to fly this thing?
Lethya closed her eyes, repeating to herself, Control, control, control, lest she lose her temper and blow up the DAT. Ill let you be the judge of that, she said smoothly, going into the cockpit and dropping into the seat.
DTs 1-25 and DAT-1, cleared for takeoff. She recognized Maias voice over the transmitter and pulled the DAT from Neutral, feeling the release of the Docking Chute. Ander would be following in the next round of takeoffs.
Too late, she realized shed left the cabin partition open and they could see her. In fact, one of them was hovering over her shoulder as they began increasing speed and she drifted to the outside of the DT formation. You can go faster than that.
I can, she agreed. And if I want to, I will.
How many times have you flown before?
Part of her was tempted to tell him that shed only flown once to see his reaction, but she controlled that urge. Enough.
Thats a lawyers answer.
Thank you.
How about we cut the crap and you let someone else take over, little girl?
Something was tickling at the edge of her senses, and she frowned. Go back to your seat, please.
Thats what I thought. Get out of the seat.
I said go back to your seat.
And I said get out of yours.
Now it was bigger, and dread started knotting in her stomach. It also shortened her temper. Go to your seat, or I will make you.
Leave her alone, Keaton, Ramon called.
Why should he? Burke muttered, Folar nodding. Women dont belong in the cockpit.
Id tell you where you can stick your opinions, but from your general personality I can tell its already pretty crowded in there, Azumi said acidly.
Why are you sticking up for her? Gesper demanded. Keaton can fly better than some of the teachers, she cant be better than him.
A moment later they lurched forward as Lethya suddenly yanked on the brakes. This is what Im talking about, Gesper started to say with disgust, but her shout won out his in volume.
If youre not in a seat, get in one, buckle in, and hold on, she called back to them, doing her best to keep the anxiety out of her voice. Jaegars attacking.
There was a flurry of swearing and movement behind her, but she took no notice, instead concentrating on the fight aheador at least, trying to.
What are you doing?! Knock it off and let me fly!
She blocked out Keatons voice with difficulty and ran a quick psymantic check over the DAT to see what it had on defense and artillery. Defense was good, artillery minimal, but it was all she had right now. Speed was another issue, particularly because her primary goal was to get the people into V.E.O. in one piece, and they still had more than fifteen minutes of airspace to cover.
Go back to your seat, she ordered through gritted teeth, swerving to avoid spits of Muteran flame.
No! Let me fly! Hands wrapped around the two steering handles, trying to wrest them from her grip.
You idiot! Thosearethesteering handles! She fought Keaton for control and did her best to keep them from flying head-on into a hail of gunfire from one of the mechs Jaegar had deployed. The steering handles jerked from the struggle, sending them lurching off course.
Lethya, what is going on?! Maia demanded frantically. Youre flying like youre drunk or something!
Technical difficulties, she gritted into the transmitter. A shot clipped the side, sending a jolt through the airship.
See, you cant fly this thing! Give it up already!
That did it. After the Grand Council, shed promised herself that she wouldnt use psymantics against a person until she had learned control and it was absolutely necessary, and she wasnt using it against a fellow student.
But by her standards, it had just become absolutely necessary.
Lethya forced him away, sending him stumbling out of the cockpit, and slammed the partition in place, all with her mind. Then she locked his feet to the floor with a tag of power so he wouldnt be bouncing around the cabin, secured the luggage the same way, and finally concentrated on the battle.
The laser whiskers werent as fully extendable as on her DA, but they would suffice. The wings were sharpened, and the artillery, though small, was of the same quality as the DA, so that was good, but what wasnt good was that the maneuverability really was down. Shed just have to plow through Jaegars forces and hope for the best.
Two mechs grated towards her, and she switched on her laser whiskers and sliced right through them, psymantically shunting away the sparks from the wiring shed cut through. A Muteran was behind them, one that was quickly gunned to shreds, and she put the ship into full throttle. Getting her passengers down was the most important thing right now.
Four Muterans jumped on her rear, and she realized that while all the transports were being attacked, many were targeting her and the only other DAT, Anders ship. Of course they were: Jaegar wanted them both dead.
Eat this, she growled, not sure if she was addressing Jaegar or Keaton. The nose of the ship plunged and she pulled a complete loop, coming out of it on the tail of the four Muterans whod been following her. This was not good for them.
Wherever she flew, she left a trail of Muteran shreds in her wake. She didnt see the fifteen boys and girls in the cabin, some clinging to the seats and anything nearby for dear life, Keaton still stuck on the floor but watching her fly, the silent girl sitting quietly with her eyes closed.
They roared towards Earth, more Muterans streaming after them like the tail of a kite. She frequently left timed mines and missiles planted behind her, each of which dented the numbers of her pursuers, but not enough. The areas Jerik had told her about, the ones so strongly charged with psymantic and Muteran energy that no one could enter, stood out as she cleared the atmosphere as burning clouds of black and white.
Lethya came to the realization that it actually wasnt a twenty-minute flightif you floored it the entire way.
Neo Tokyos familiar geography drew nearer, and she finally streaked over its skyline, the Muteran train still hot on her heels. She wanted to turn around and blow them all to pieces, knowing that they worked for the one who caused so much destruction and pain, but she couldnt. As the belches of acidic gas and corrosive saliva grew in frequency, though, she was forced to think of a way to shake them at least momentarily, and the answer came as she cleared the suburbs and abandoned section and found herself above the hundreds of skyscrapers in the heart of the city.
The force of the dive ground her into the back of the seat and drew cries of surprise and fear from the cabin, but she pushed them from her mind and focused instead on plunging through the narrow space between the highway lanes and barely making it. Fifty feet above the ground, she pulled out of the dive, skimming just under the magnetized track the everyday transports ran on. Then the highway ran out, leaving her with the Muterans still over her head.
In and out, up and down, she wove through skybridges, around buildings, through corridorssometimes only making it by tilting the DAT so the wings pointed up and down instead of out to the sidehurtling through tunnels formed by walls of window and glass and concrete.
Finally she came into open air, with the school on her left. Unfortunately, it was being attacked. And, from her radar, no one was close enough to make it in time.
Lethya threw the DAT in reverse and backed it under an eave until it was hidden, then put on the anti-gravity thrusters to hold it in place. A cloaking spell hid them from plain view, but she couldnt maintain it mid-battleshed have to take care of the Muterans, at least until she could get her passengers to safety. The straps flew back as she got to her feet, clipped a transmitter to her belt, and raised the partition.
Who knows how to fly a Dragonship? she barked.
What thewhat have I been trying to tell Keaton stammered, outraged.
Her eyes, dark purple with irritation, snapped on him, and she said flatly, Not you, and snapped her fingers. Any sound from his mouth died immediately. Anyone? she asked pointedly.
Lyndan timidly raised his hand. I learned.
Youre going to fly. She jerked her thumb towards the cockpit.
Butbut this isnt a Dragonship!
Its close enough. We dont need maneuvers right now. Striding over, she put two fingers to his forehead and imparted on the knowledge of how to fly the DAT and where they were. When I give the order, youre going to go over to right in front of the school. Got it?
He nodded, dazed, and slowly got to his feet. She went to the back and shoved open the emergency hatch, climbing onto the flat top of the DAT. There werent many handholds here, but there were enough to keep her on as long as she needed to stay on. Getting on her stomach, she clenched a bar in one hand and pulled the transmitter out with the other. Do you copy?
There was a crackle, and then a hesitant, I copyuh, maam.
Take us over to the school. Over.
Roger that.
They jerked forward, and she winced at the rocky treatment, then winced again at the thought of the rockier treatment she was going to receive in a second. But there was no way she could get her passengers into the school without making the school safe in the first place, and she couldnt do that while piloting the DAT.
The airship rumbled forward, and she waited until theyd caught the attention of the Muterans and then erected a shield. Go faster, she muttered into the transmitter. Lyndan obediently sped up, nearing the school. When the Muterans notice us, dont worry, just keep on going until you get to the school. Then switch on the anti-gravity thrusters and wait. Over. She could practically see him nodding nervously.
The speed picked up even faster, and she clung tighter, putting more power into the shield. She would have to save her normal strength until they got to the school.
After an eternity, they reached the building, and fury built inside her. Of all the dirty tricks to pull, waiting until they were gone and attacking with only the younger students and well, Thorald could be pretty frightening, but he and Professor Sanzhe really were the only defenses. The dragons were still too young to be fighting.
Then they stopped completely, right in front of the building, just as shed asked. She smiled tightly, then got to her feet, bracing herself against the wind and dropping psymantic tags on her feet to keep them tight against the roof of the DAT.
Lethya narrowed her eyes, feeling the power rise inside of her. The Muterans drew closer; blue auras danced around the edges of her vision.
This time, the attack wasnt a violent blast, or a huge explosion, but instead the visual representation was that of blue power seeping into the air like dye in water. However, when it touched an enemy Muterans, it killed them instantly and their ashes rained to the ground.
Lethya stood rock-still on the DAT, feet braced shoulder-width apart, palms together, eyes closed in concentration as she put all of her will into forcing that power out and spinning it into a loose spiral. It was one of the strongest and most deadly spells she knew, and from the shrieks, it was working. The power spread until from above it appeared as a whirlpool lazily rotating around her, fatally beautiful, a blue wheel in the air that brought unavoidable death to the Muterans within its range.
It died away slowly, some of the power returning to her, but not as much as shed hoped. But she got something else that was of great use: Jerik. Or, more accurately, Jerik and his DT.
He swooped in, picking off several that were charging towards her, and she managed to take out the ones above her and to the right, searing them into oblivion. How you doin, L-Diablo? came his voice from the transmitter.
Oh, hunky-dory, she replied, breathing a bit hard. Blue-silver power fired from her palms in a single, powerful blast, taking down a Muteran that exploded, catching two more. And yourself?
You know me, the Merry Little Sunshine of Happiness.
She shook her head at his ability to sound perfectly nonchalant while blowing several Muterans to shreds, and was about to crack a joke herself when an inky stain on the sky caught her glance.
Something dark was coming from the horizon, dark and huge. Her eyes widened as it drew nearer with frightening speed, the sight of it terrible andsomehow, familiar.
A kraken. It was called a kraken.
The winds preceeding it pushed her and the DAT back, and then it was between her and the school, nearly as large as the building itself. The myriad of eyes she could see were locked on her, daring her to make a move.
Lethya, what is that? Jeriks voice was unusually quiet.
She switched the transmitter so both he and Lyndan could hear her. Its a kraken. One foot slid back. Lyndan, Im going to distract it. Get into the school while its focused on me. Jerik, I need you to cover him. A few more steps backwardshe was almost at the edge of the DAT. Over.
Gathering a spell together, she sprinted off the aircraft and hurtled herself into open air, psymantically propelling herself towards the kraken. Then she was there, slamming into black, scaly flesh, fingers scrambling for a purchase. There was none, but her arms and legs managed to wrap around a tentacle, clinging to it like the branch of a tree. It reeled, trying to shake her free, and Lethya instinctively dug hooks of power into muscle, holding on for dear life as it thrashed.
Now what? Shed be stuck as it tried to pry her free, or until it realized it could crush her. A desperate plan formed in her mind, and biting her lip, she steeled herselfand let go.
Down she plunged, through a forest of twisting, living black, and from her form streaked ropes of her own power, soaring into the air, hooking into scales and around tendrils wherever possible. She swung from them, throwing out more and climbing from them until she was on top of the kraken. The ropes had cut into it on contact, gashing some tentacles and completely severing others.
Breathing hard, Lethya locked hooks into the kraken to keep her in place and tried to think of her next movethen saw it. From every open wound on the krakens body, a thick, opaque gas was spilling into the air, spreading in a cloud of sickly cream.
twenty bodies or more, all looking like they were asleep, the thick residual slime of vris on the walls nearby
Lethya fell to her knees, gasping. Vris. The kraken
black snake-like tendrils wrapping around the Grand Chambers and tightening. First cracks darted over the domes surface, then deeper fissures; and then the whole dome shattered
No more could she remember, but from those two visions, she knew two things: that Jaegar had definitely been the one to destroy her home, and that he had done it with vris and kraken.
Snapping out of her daze, Lethya looked up to realize the vris was getting thicker in the air. If she didnt do something fastbut vris was immune to psymantics
Something gray shot into the heart of the vris and a split second later, it erupted into fire. Flames ate paths to the sources themselves, burning into the open wounds, some tentacles exploding in heat and burnt flesh. A terrible noise emerged from the beast, a roar of fury and pain never meant for human ears.
Rexi and Squeaky emerged from the smoke as Lethya remembered why dragons had been particularly useful against vris: it was flammable. Dragons were not.
She was about to order them back inside when the ground lurched. The kraken, now enraged, was slowly turning, trying to knock her off with its remaining tentacles. Gritting her teeth, Lethya managed to yell, Get out of here, now! The dragons didnt wait, hastily dodging dark limbs and climbing out of their reach.
If I dont hurry, its going to start hitting the buildingsbut if I kill it here, the bodys going to hit the street
She had to do something, and fast. Bracing her hands on the scales, she sent power through as much of the kraken as she could reach, intending to rip it apart, but then something black smashed into her side with crushing impact. Several of her ribs gave way with a sickening crunch as she was thrown into empty air. It had swatted her off.
Panic and pain swamped her mind, and then a strange white power came to life. It raced along the lines of power she had previously laid down, and further, pouring out of her like a geyser. Blinding white seared along every tentacle, lighting it up from within, until the kraken was burning like a star with a thousand rays. The power continued to boil out of Lethya, scalding her senses, as more and more light blazed within the kraken.
The resulting eruption of heat and light, coupled with her pain, robbed her of her consciousness. Nothing was left where the kraken had been, the white power gone. Green psymantics caught her unconscious form and towed it carefully towards the roof, others joining in as the rest of the transports arrived.
The Muterans were retreating. For the moment, V.E.O. had won.
Lethya woke in the hospital wing, unsurprised to find herself there. Her broken ribs alone would merit that, and shed completely drained her psymanticsand whatever that white power had been, it had left a strange ache in every muscle. Maybe if she kept her eyes shut, the exhaustion of using up all of her power would go away.
Say it. That was Jerik, teasing.
Bite me. A voice that surly could only be Ander.
Saaay it. She could practically hear the grin in his voice. Who saved her? Who saved Lethya?
Youre going to die.
Youre just jealous.
Youre just plain stupid.
Ha! You are jealous!
I saved me, she mumbled, wishing she could go back to her dreams. And I want to go to sleep, so go away or keep it down.
Wow, someone said reverently. She can do anything, cant she?
Binkery, no. That was one of the male passengers, though she didnt know which. Down, boy.
What? he asked innocently. Shes really, really cool, thats all!
Binkery isnt going to last very long here, is he? a girl muttered.
No, Jerik answered brightly. I dont think so. Heres hoping he doesnt.
Lethya groaned, hiding her head under her pillow.


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Thanks to Memorial for providing a top-notch education for Evansville kids at practically no expense to the taxpayer.
It is much better for everyone if Memorial has parking of their own rather than relying so much on street parking. This is a great thing.
And, it's about time the best soccer school in the state actually had their own field. Shows how little expenditures on fields have to do with excellence.
Yes, better for Memorial to have parking of their own and nice that the alumni or whomever are putting in a soccer field. However, building a soccer field will only add to the need for parking; 150+ parking spots will barely make a dent in what is needed, the overflow will continue to use city streets are a parking lot, the upkeep falling back to the city. So keep your cheering to a low roar; this will be back to square one before the first property is razed. Not enough parking.
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I have cheap make up and I dont have eny that work good and I need new! And were do you get it? (keeping in mind that I live in a small town and don't have lots of stores)
If you don't have stores you can always shop online! There are always promo or coupon codes that you can google to get even cheaper discounts. I just ordered from e.l.f which is like the cheapest brand of makeup, but they are really good. Their essential line is $1 and their studio line is $3 (but if you use ecd2 as a promo code you can get half off that). If you happen to have a Target, e.l.f is also sold there. At other drugstores a cheap brand is Wet N Wild, which has amazing eyeshadows. I'll link some other online makeup websites below for you! Here's e.l.f's website: http://www.eyeslipsface.com/Default... Cherry Culture (sells a bunch of different makeup brands): http://cherryculture.com/index.php Beautyjoint: http://beautyjoint.com/ Coastal Scents: http://www.coastalscents.com/
Jul 03, 2012
You should just order your makeup online. Here are some websites i know that sell good makeup for cheap prices: http://www.beflurt.com http://www.cherryculture.com http://www.eyeslipsface.com http://www.nyxcosmetics.com And for makeup brushes, i would recommend Sigma because they are affordable and good quality, http://www.sigmabeauty.com
Jul 10, 2012
Try BH Cosmetics for sure. All of their products are really reasonably priced and definitely good quality. BH Cosmetics: http://www.bhcosmetics.com/
Jul 12, 2012
http://www.coastalscents.com http://www.sedonalace.com great sites. awesome products.
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From E.C. Stimbert to Rick Masson (Memphis Catholic High School). E.H. Crump to A.C Wharton (with Henry Loeb as an appetizer). Ne... Prep League to M.I.A.A.. MCS to Briarcrest Baptist/Sky View Academy/OBA/SBEC/Towering Oaks, etc etc. We've seen it all before. This to shall pass.
Those who say they'll leave will leave. They will be replaced by others. This city and county is not Carthage, Pompei nor Sodom and Gomorrah. Time to open the next chapter and build anew. As for the miserables, "We wish you well in your future endeavors."
Just curious... if anyone leaving "will be replaced by others", why aren't those "others" already coming?
Why is Memphis' population dropping, in spite of this group of new residents you believe are lining up to get in?
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By Scott Landis
Here is a meticulously presented study of the workshop. Scott Landis traveled all over North America to discover the workshops featured in this book. The result is a visually stunning book that is as practical as it is beautiful.
Landis shows you how you can create your own woodworking sanctuary in whatever space you can afford. With the help of hundreds of drawings and photographs, The Workshop Book takes a systematic approach to:
Late one fall about 15 years ago, on a secluded island in northwest Ontario, I installed my first workshop. With the help of a few friends, I dismantled half of a tumbledown icehouse that once served a commercial fishing camp, long since abandoned. The salvaged lumber and painstakingly unbent nails found their way into the walls of my new shop, which I carved out of the other half. Like the rest of the original icehouse, the 2x4 stud-frame walls were insulated with sawdust and the outer walls were sheathed in tar paper. Brown kraft building paper beneath the interior planking kept the bulk of the sawdust from drifting into the shop as it settled.
Double-glazed windows were out of the question, so I simply removed a horizontal swath of boards along most of the length of the south and west walls, and stapled heavy plastic inside and out. I used driftwood and old 2x6s to build my workbench along the wall beneath the windows and to construct a small sleeping loft above the door at the east end of the building. In the wintertime, the building's footings and shallow shed roof were banked with snow; toward spring I hung boxes inside the windows to start seedlings.
The shop was nothing fancy, but for the better part of two years I was happily ensconced, making snowshoes, knives and other artifacts of northern life, sometimes writing about the process. The nearest utility pole was about 5 mi. away by water, so I relied entirely on hand tools. I worked mainly during the daytime, now and then (and especially in the winter) supplementing the natural light from the windows with kerosene and gas lanterns. Heat was more than amply provided, even at temperatures well below 0F, by a cast-iron woodburning furnace that had been set ashore on the island under rather mysterious circumstances some 30 years earlier. The ganglion heat-exchanger on top of the burner was so effective that I was roused more than once in the middle of the night to quench its ardor. Groggy with sleep, I stumbled down the ladder from the loft to fling open the dull-red door and dump a bucket of snow inside.
I eventually moved on, abandoning the shop and the island that had been deserted when I arrived. Since then, I have visited hundreds of workshops, almost all of them more sophisticated and better equipped than my own. I worked for a while in six or eight of these shops and shared bench space in a few. But apart from the wilderness workshop that I occupied so long ago, I have never had my own place.
Perhaps I can credit the brief life span of my shop with the fact that I still remember the delicious agonies of decision making that attended every detail of its construction. How wide to make the door and on which side to mount the hinges? How high to make the bench and should I bolt the vise through the top or lag-screw it from below? Where to hang the tools and the other inventory I hoped to acquire in the near future? Decades later, such mundanities may seem trivial, but they were hardly so at the time.
Unsophisticated does not mean crude. Although my workshop was greatly simplified by a lack of electricity and machinery, it was no less thoughtfully organized than many more heavily equipped shops. Likewise, a simple workshop is in no way an impediment to good work. Simon Watts reminded me of how a down-to-earth Nova Scotia boatshop inspired his own `back-to-basics' conversion (described in Chapter 2). The shop's owner, Jim Smith, turned out a fine working skiff every six days -- with the aid of no more than an old bandsaw, an electric grinder and a hand-held drill. Coming from a fully outfitted Vermont furniture shop, Simon found it to be "an absolute eye-opener."
Most of us recognize the value of a clean, well-lit work place, even if we cannot always claim one for ourselves. We wear our shops -- as well as our homes -- like an old jacket or a favorite sweater, and since most of us spend the majority of our waking hours at work, it ought to fit well. We breath the air and rely upon the light and heat it provides for our comfort, efficiency and survival. If it doesn't reflect our needs and priorities, we are bound to be miserable.
Five years ago, when I embarked upon an exploration of workbenches (which culminated in The Workbench Book, published by The Taunton Press in 1987), there was no such concensus of opinion about their importance. Wherever I traveled for that project, I felt compelled to explain--often to politely quizzical silence--what was so engaging and important about so pedestrian an object as a workbench.
The process, as it turned out, revealed a lot about the way the workbench intersects the background and personality of the woodworker who builds and uses it. It also pointed the way to the broader subject of the workshop. Indeed, as a tool, a working environment and a reflection of its maker, the workshop is an obvious extension of the bench. Many of the same functional considerations and traditions that find expression in the workbench have an important role to play in the shop.
To gather the material in this book, I retraced my steps to a few of the most intriguing and well-considered shops I discovered on my original workbench hunt. And I visited dozens more, professional and amateur alike. In the process, I took a close look at the basic systems that constitute most modern workshops: electricity, lighting, heating, wood storage, dust collection and sharpening, among others. And I asked the shop owners to explain how they selected and located equipment in order to foster efficient work flow and safety. Our discussions went beyond the normal range of power tools -- table saw, jointer, drill press, etc. -- to include the workbench and tool chest, as well as the requirements for assembly and finishing. The workshop, I soon discovered, is not a static creature. Like the workbench and the craftsman who uses it, the shop constantly evolves to accommodate the changing needs of its occupant.
I also found that if you ask any six woodworkers about their shop or tools, you are likely to get at least six different answers. At a recent forum on the guitar-maker's workspace, moderator Jeff Elliott noted that the six panelists had a total of more than 130 years of workshop experience and still, he said, "we don't know where to put the bandsaw."
It will be no surprise, then, that the workspaces I've included here vary widely, from snugly efficient basement shops to cavernous cabinetshops. There are lavish, well-appointed shops alongside workspaces choked with salvaged machinery and shoehorned into garages, chicken coops and pantries. I even found some wonderful oddball "shops," among them a condensed tool kit designed to be carried on the back and a turning shop that travels on the bumper of an RV. Some of the shops in this book may approach the ideal, while others border on the improbable. The most creative solutions won't satisfy every palate, but they all share a common ingredient -- they work.
This is not a recipe book. Unlike a workbench, a workshop is never built and outfitted from a set of plans. Although lots of information may be gleaned from the floor plans and drawings in the book, they are perhaps more valuable as inspiration than as blueprints. Likewise, the mention of specific machinery is not intended to recommend one product over another. There is plenty of excellent equipment on the market -- new or used, expensive or dirt cheap--and I have made no attempt to evaluate individual brands. For more specific information, either about brand performance or the intricacies of installing, maintaining or overhauling machinery, refer to the sources listed in the Bibliography.
As you think about your shop, don't be intimidated by all the choices confronting you. Many of us feel compelled to research our equipment to death in our quest for quality. Anything less is, well, less than perfect. We tend to disparage those who work in a hovel with a handful of worn-out tools, but let Art Carpenter's biodegradable workshop be a lesson. Like the bodybuilder's physique, when the workshop becomes a monument to our obsession, it ceases to be a means to an end and becomes the end in itself. For some people I visited, the workshop is obviously their ultimate creative expression. Never mind what goes on inside.
The measure of a workshop, I found, is far greater than the sum of its parts. Some of my favorite shops are infused with a sense of personality, a character that derives as much from the placement of tools, the music on the radio and the pictures on the wall as from any ingenious jig or fixture. Stripped of that personality, what's left?
I sensed this most strongly when I visited Carlyle Lynch in Broadway, Virginia, not long before he died at the age of 80. I sat in a chair at the foot of Carlyle's bed, listening to his reflections on a rich lifetime as a maker and teacher of woodworking. Behind the house, his sprawling two-story workshop lay idle, and he would never work there again.
Between our sporadic chats (Carlyle wasn't up to much more), I wandered through the shop, wondering about the work and life that had once thrived there. Without Carlyle's presence, the benches, chests, and countless fixtures -- even the tools and machinery -- seemed like so many bolts and board feet. The future of the shop's contents is uncertain. But whether the tools are kept together or dispersed to other craftsmen who might give them new life, it was clear that the shop could never really be called Carlyle's again.
One final confession: As I write this book, I am "between shops." My last official workshop was a cavernous space on the second floor of a Toronto industrial building. I was flanked on either side by colorful tenants -- a Korean sweatshop to the east, from whence emanated the singsong whirr of a battery of sewing machines and pungent cooking smells, and a fly-by-night wood-finishing outfit to the west, which generated fumes of much greater concern. Since then, I have shared a group workshop and borrowed space in friends' shops and barns, as the need arose.
Most of my tools are now in boxes, or on loan to friends. My workbench has been rudely decommissioned, its Record face vise removed so as not to interfere with the flow of perforated paper to the computer printer it now supports. A rack of files sits on the opposite end of the bench and directly beneath them, under the tail vise, is the metal filing cabinet that contains the grist for this book. The whole business is within arm's reach of my chair and computer keyboard.
It's a sordid affair, I'll admit, hardly befitting someone who has spent as much time as I have peering through the windows of other people's shops. But in a way, the odyssey that became this book was a personal quest to discover those elements of the workspace that I will eventually include in my own. As I might have predicted at the start, I stumbled upon no ultimate design, no single solution to the myriad problems of tool selection and organization. But the material I've set between these covers, gleaned from all the shops I visited, will help me greatly when it comes time to recommission my workbench and get back to making shavings. I hope it does as much for you.
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Contents Introduction Chapter 1 The Workshop Tradition Chapter 2 Locating the Workshop Chapter 3 Layout Chapter 4 Machinery Chapter 5 Systems: The Workshop Envelope Chapter 6 Specialty Shops Chapter 7 Dream Shops Chapter 8 Storage Chapter 9 Fixtures Bibliography Sources of Supply Index Credits
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Today we're celebrating one year of Small Style! Thank you so much for each one of you who have visited, commented, and, of course, all of you who have linked up. You have made this year so.much.fun!!
And, here they are now:
Don't forget the super fun prizes that some fabulous ladies and I are giving away today! You can check them out and read all of the details here. To be entered all you have to do is link up. I'll be choosing winners using random.org on Saturday, so make sure you link up by tomorrow!
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Comment: Re:I hope they made it easy to get the data (Score 1) 565
Okay, i did not know its called notes. I read them like a comment thread. Yeah, its not that important, but nevertheless it is information, which is lost(?)
Okay, i did not know its called notes. I read them like a comment thread. Yeah, its not that important, but nevertheless it is information, which is lost(?)
so, how do i retrieve them? Are they on a seperate branch, or how does github manage them?
You know, i am not speaking of commit *messages*?
I do not think, its "easy", but of course its possible. But do you really want to work with a project, where you need to copy and paste every filename? And where the author seems to want you to use chinese names for new files? Do you even understand, what a filename means? Maybe you do, i do not.
Even with the understanding, non-ascii chars in filenames are still FUBAR. And for coding the lower ascii chars ought be enought to be enough for everyone
there was one coder, who really blogged, that github is racist for not allowing chinese characters in project names.
What. The. Fuck.
The Projectname is the folder name, and normal special chars like german umlauts are bad enough, but you cannot even type chinese chars without being chinese (while the german umlauts work very well with a compose key).
And on the other hand, coding in another language than english excludes many many people. So somebody who wants to do something only chinese people can use claims a system which cannot cope with chinese chars is racist
oh you. The term fuck is heteronormative, because lesbians cannot really fuck each other!
> social media or web presence
who cannot be googled does not exist.
i guess all commit-comments are lost.
the problem with your analogy: It was actually a working recipe. Maybe written with a bit of humor, but with tasty results.
okay, there are facebook comments and g+ comments, too.
Why are sites to stupid to use an own comment system? There are many ready-to-use systems.
bsd is unix, linux is applied unix.
nope, this doesn't help.
But what helps: get a powered hup. The HOST-Connector powers the rPi (really cool), and the CLIENT-Ports power your usb-devices.
1) eliminating choice is bad
2) Unity is not "de facto". It is only supported by Ubuntu. If you want something widely used, try KDE.
Go use ubuntu and shut up.
Even when there may exist such a distro, go search it yourself. Otherwise look at the suggestions here, and recognize you need to pick the best one, even when it does not have all of your points. Or pay someone to build such a thing. Or do it yourself.
if you really want ubuntu based, try Trisquel. It runs really fine. I am still waiting, if they switch to a Debian base.
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POWER forward Michael Hurley has acknowledged Essendon's unbeaten start to the season has been flattering and said the Bombers' form has been below par.
Essendon is one of four teams on 3-0 after a last-gasp victory over North Melbourne and wins over expected 2012 strugglers Port Adelaide and Gold Coast.
''I don't think we're playing super football at the moment … there's room for a lot of improvement,'' Hurley said yesterday. ''We've just been lucky to get away with a couple of wins.''
Meanwhile, Essendon brushed off the club's mounting list of soft-tissue injuries, with Courtenay Dempsey the latest with a hamstring problem.
After a weights-focused pre-season the Bombers have had six players cop soft-tissue injuries - David Hille, Nathan Lovett-Murray, David Myers, Mark McVeigh, Jason Winderlich and Dempsey.
''They're all pretty minor,'' Hurley said. ''I'm not really sure of the exact details with 'Demps' but he seems pretty good and hopefully we'll have him back soon. You need a bit of luck in footy and we haven't really had that.''
Essendon follows Saturday's game against Carlton with the Collingwood Anzac Day clash on Wednesday and Hurley predicted it would be a test for the players. ''I think it's going to be hard for the [same] 22 to play two games in five days,'' he said.


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Okay, we got very lucky. After days of rain and fears that this race would rival my worst experiences with wind and rain, I woke up Sunday morning to realize they actually get sun in Alaska. The race organizers did a really good job. The expo was tiny and did not offer any last minute products to purchase and no discounted merchandise. The expo was disappointing and why there was not a booth at the expo for the Skinny Raven running store did not make sense. Thankfully, the running stores downtown were close by, so I walked over to get the normal last minute products I normally buy at the expo. The course was very nice on running trails around a lake and along the water. It was well shaded which was important because it actually got warm (after 5 days of rain and cold it actually was nice to see the sun). My big issue with the course was that both directions where out and backs so you saw the same things twice. As a visitor to the area it would of been nice to see some other parts of the city. Also the path was narrow and with people coming in both directions, bicycle riders and walkers it got crowded and you where trying to avoid people. The spectators where sparse but more then I expected considering where the race was held. Finally, post-race there was no food, or to be fair barely any. I do not know if it was because I ran the marathon and they ran out, but when I got to the food area there was little if anything and no water bottles to be found. Generally it was a nice experience but could use with some improvement.
If you are going to run a marathon in Anchorage, choose this one. It's much smaller than the Mayor's Marathon in June with a much more interesting course. This course features two main "out and back" sections along beautiful coastline or lakes and streams. The last hill coming into downtown and the finish line are brutal, but that makes for good stories. If you are not from Alaska, don't miss this race's namesake bar (Humpy's), which is an Anchorage icon. The Midnight Sun IPA (8% alcohol) will quell any post-race pains you have!
I agree with the other posters... I highly recommend this marathon. It's a small marathon, but you never feel like you are running alone. I really enjoyed the course and was fortunate to see a moose and her calf feeding near the 18-mile marker. Having Bart Yasso calling you out as you come down the home stretch was really cool and a really nice way to finish the race. Great finisher's medal and great-looking, long-sleeve, technical tee to boot.
This is my second time running a marathon in Anchorage, with the first being 14 years ago in the other race in town. Humpy's is a great race because of a great course, great organization, and great volunteers. It also isn't full of the purple sea of Team in Training (like Mayor's). The pasta dinner was free and very good. I've had other free pasta dinners where I would have preferred to pay for better food and others that were expensive and were not worth the money. This one was really good and had plenty of food. Packet pickup was easy but there was no "expo" as such, so we walked to Skinny Raven, a very good running store in town. The course is pretty flat - mostly out-and-backs on a paved bike trail. Very pretty and never boring. There was one hill at about mile 6, then again at about mile 12, and then miles 16 to 20 composed a gradual uphill until you turned around and came back down. Very tough but short hill in the last mile. Great volunteers, including local track and cross-country teams pointing us in the right direction and handing out water and Gatorade. Although it was a BYOG (GU), I saw gel at a couple of stops plus pretzels and M&Ms at others. I didn't need a porta-can, but they were a little sparse. Of course, we were in the woods for much of the race. I enjoyed the out-and-backs because I got to see a lot of fellow 50-Staters and Maniacs. This is a great destination marathon. Try to combine it with some vacation time - cruise, fishing, train to Denali, etc.
I have been to ANC several times fishing but this is the first since i began running almost 6 months ago. A great city filled with some of the most friendly people ANYwhere. Race organization was very good, and I was able to meet and greet four members of the race committee. I also met and talked at length with Jeff Galloway and his wife Barbara - as well as Bart Yasso at the pasta feed. Nice touch having Bart at the finish line calling out the names of the finishers. Bart and the RD did a great job also MC'ing the 1K run for the little kids; nothing but superlatives for the entire city, organizing committee, volunteers, medical support teams, mayor, and Humpy's Alehouse. You ALL did a GREAT JOB. THANKS!!
I fell on the course around mile 16 and ended up finishing in tears and with my arm in a makeshift sling. I slipped on one of the wet wood bridges and went down fairly hard. I finished, and the volunteers helped me splint my arm with cardboard and duct tape. I can't wait to see the pictures!
Well worth the trip from Colorado. I'd say 90% of the run is on well paved trails next to the water or beautiful forest. Even had a moose 20 feet from the trail. Very flat except for a little hill at mile 26, but there was a great-looking cop at the top of the hill flashing a bright smile. Perfect, cool temperature (about 60 degrees), but very humid. No mosquitos. If you are going to be on the course awhile, definitely bring your own treats. This marathon is truly fabulous if you like small races. Awesome, long-sleeve, wicking t-shirt.
If you enjoy friendly, small, well-organized races in stunning settings, this marathon is for you. Much of the course was along the Tony Knowles Coastal Trail, which was lovely. My only disappointment was that I didn't meet any moose on the course. I'd never been to Alaska, so what better excuse to go than to run a marathon? I currently live in the NYC area, so I loved the wonderful, clean, crisp air! Breathing that in alone made the trip worthwhile. My only suggestion: Please provide more aid stations along the way - especially in the last 8 miles or so, when we need them the most. I started hitting the wall just before mile 18, and was looking forward to the next aid station. Unfortunately, Mile 18 only had water. I needed more than that, at least Gatorade. The next aid station after that was just after mile 21 (more than 3 miles later) and by then I was about to fall over and was seriously doubting I would finish. When I finally reached the next aid station, I was thrilled that one of the volunteers was thoughtful enough to provide banana bread and M&Ms. I consumed as much of these as I could and I have no doubt that if this angel had not appeared just in the nick of time, I would not have been able to continue - let alone finish the marathon. So whoever you are, thank you! Bart Yasso from Runner's World Magazine was at the finish. As we ran across the finish line, he announced our names and hometowns, and had a little factoid about where we were from, which was a nice touch. Humpy's was terrific, definitely worth the trip from NJ. I highly recommend this marathon. P.s. After the race, I rented a car and visited Turnagain Arm, Denali, Mount McKinley, Talkeetna, Seward, Whittier, Homer... what a stunning state. I will be back next year.
Yes, the course is mostly on a bike path, but a very long stretch of it runs along Cook Inlet. It was overcast in the morning, but I was fortunate enough to be slow, so that by the time I reached the coastal section the last time I could see the snow-covered mountains begin to peak out across the water. The part through the woods is green and lovely, and last year I saw a porcupine. My son saw a moose on the trail in 2007. (There are customarily a lot of moose in this area, but they tend to be a little more shy on marathon day.) The marathon is small enough that I have placed in my age group 3 of the 4 times I have run it, and like I said, I am slow. The finisher's medal features a picture of a humpy, which is a type of salmon, and it says, "fishiner" on it. The age group medals are similar, but there is no ad on the back, and they are made into key chains, so you have an excuse to actually carry them around. The race has improved each year, and it seems that they clearly respond to feedback. I would strongly recommend the race, especially to those who run to savor the experience.
If you're going after the 50 states, there are limited options for Alaska. I chose this one because the date worked and I prefer the start and finish near my hotel (versus being bused out to the start). Now, there is always a thrill with traveling to somewhere remote for a race, and Anchorage is a cool town. If you can build in a vacation too, I would recommend that (although I didn't have that luxury). The pre-race logistics were OK. The packet pickup is easy to find, and is right by the race start and finish the next day. I appreciated that the "last chance" pickup was also provided the morning of the race, since the day before it closed at 4:00 p.m. There was really nothing of interest in the "goody bag," other than the bib, chip, and shirt (which is long-sleeved, technical, and a pretty color). Double check the size shirt you get, as I ordered a medium but there was a large in my bag. Fortunately, they let me exchange it at the "last chance" packet pickup on race morning. The timing chip was a bit odd; it looks like it should just slip over your laces, but most people tied it on with their shoelaces to ensure that it didn't fall off. I saw at least one person who had lost their chip by not tying it on. I didn't much care for the 9:00 a.m. start, but they did let walkers start at 8:00 a.m. Still, the sun was up a little after 5:00 a.m. there (this time of year), so why the late start? At the same time, it was good that the 5K and half-marathon had slightly later start times, so that helped reduce congestion at the beginning. The course itself is, well, boring. Rather than the "Alaskan wilderness" I pictured, it was basically a paved bike trail through rather "average looking" parks and woods. Other than a couple of views of water and Anchorage, you wouldn't have known you were anywhere special. While I couldn't find an official elevation chart (I think there is sort of one in the upper left corner of the race map), be prepared for some hills! Also, in the second half, the trail winds around quite a bit, and I could see how runners could take a wrong turn. Some of the volunteers were very good at indicating which direction to go, but some weren't. At one point, I had to stop and ask the person who looked like a volunteer (he was busy talking to his girlfriend) which way to go. The finish area was adequate, and I liked the fresh watermelon and big cookies! Beer would have been nice. Having Bart Yasso announce the finishers was a nice touch. The medal is somewhat small, but of good quality. However, the back of the medal is an advertisement for the company that apparently made them (with phone number and all). I hung around for a while waiting for them to post results, but they were about 40 minutes back in posting. So I went to the hotel, cleaned up, and was back in plenty of time for the "awards ceremony." I was fortunate enough to win an age group award, but I was hoping for something more special than a key chain. I'm appreciative of the recognition, but certainly a bear claw or something more Alaskan would be more fun. So, overall I would say that this was a decent experience to check off Alaska in the 50 states quest, but not one of my most memorable runs.
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OAKLAND, Calif. —
Zach Randolph had 19 points and 12 rebounds, Rudy Gay scored 18 points and the Memphis Grizzlies completed a 3-0 road trip with a 94-87 victory over the Golden State Warriors on Wednesday night.
Mike Conley added 16 points and Marc Gasol finished with 12 points and nine rebounds to help Memphis make its quick West Coast swing more memorable. The Grizzlies (23-10) also won at Phoenix on Sunday and at Sacramento on Monday.
Stephen Curry scored 24 points and Klay Thompson had 20 points, seven rebounds and seven assists as the Warriors (22-12) lost back-to-back games for only the second time this season.
After falling behind by five late in the fourth quarter, Curry made a pull-up 3-pointer and Thompson drew a fast-break foul to set up the tying free throws. Gasol answered with a reverse layup under heavy pressure, pumping his fist in celebration to give the Grizzlies the lead again.
In the end, defense sealed the game for Memphis.
Mike Conley stole David Lee's pass before getting fouled and making both free throws. On the next possession, Jerryd Bayless blocked Jarrett Jack's shot and that led to a layup for Conley that gave the Grizzlies an 88-82 lead with 1:51 remaining.
Lee followed with a jumper, but Gay answered back with an 18-footer. Curry's 3-pointer brought the Warriors within three for a moment before Randolph made two free throws to finish off Golden State with 13.2 seconds left.
The Warriors were coming off their most lopsided loss of the season, a 115-89 setback at the Los Angeles Clippers on Saturday night. They fell to 9-2 after a loss this season.
The length of Randolph and Gasol gave Golden State fits on both ends of the floor.
Memphis took advantage of several second-chance opportunities and started to pull away behind its big men in the second quarter. On one play, Randolph grabbed two straight offensive rebounds — with Lee falling to the floor — before he finished a layup through a crowd of defenders to highlight a 16-2 run to put the Grizzlies up 45-32.
Two late 3-pointers and a reverse layup by Curry eased a horrible defensive half for the Warriors some. After shooting 54 percent from the floor and going ahead by 14 points, Memphis only led 55-46 at the break.
Golden State held the Grizzlies to 5 for 18 shooting in the third quarter, getting a spark from Thompson's two 3s and Jack's aggressiveness. Jack got Tony Allen to jump on a pump-fake and made a long jumper while getting fouled to start a three-point play, and Curry swished another from the perimeter to tie the game at 74 midway through the fourth.
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Take A Moment To Thank A Veteran
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The UW-Extension Master Gardener Training Program is offered in Douglas County at the Douglas County Courthouse Building. The 12-week class meets 6-9 p.m. Tuesday evenings, Sept. 4- Nov. 20, providing there are enough registrants. A yet undetermined orientation class will be held prior to the Sept. 4 session. The class registration fee is $125.


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Recipe adapted from www.glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com Submitted by GRANOLAMOM79 Carbs: 45g | Fat: 2.4g | Fiber: 5.7g | Protein: 5.1g | Calories: 201
Sweet, creamy yams Submitted by STEPH_WOOD2 Carbs: 24.6g | Fat: 1.2g | Fiber: 3.8g | Protein: 4g | Calories: 122.9
Yummy holiday recipe that fulfills all the relatives and stays healthy with wholesome ingredients. Submitted by TAMIRN2000 Carbs: 33.3g | Fat: 7.9g | Fiber: 2g | Protein: 1.2g | Calories: 205
Submitted by VIKKI711 Carbs: 18.2g | Fat: 1.2g | Fiber: 2g | Protein: 1.1g | Calories: 90.3
An easy sweet (but not marshmallowy) holiday treat Submitted by SPINNYBOO Carbs: 23.1g | Fat: 12.6g | Fiber: 1.4g | Protein: 0.9g | Calories: 288.2
Submitted by LAMFAM Carbs: 37.5g | Fat: 2.5g | Fiber: 5.1g | Protein: 3.9g | Calories: 184.9
Submitted by CHELLES Carbs: 31.1g | Fat: 4.6g | Fiber: 3.8g | Protein: 1.2g | Calories: 165.2
Roasing these in apple juice along with sugar free butter syrup and brown sugar blend gives them all the southern flavor with out all the fat and calories great served on thanksgiving day or any time Submitted by MSSBETTYBOOP6 Carbs: 22.9g | Fat: 0.1g | Fiber: 3g | Protein: 1.7g | Calories: 99.6
Submitted by NYYROCK Carbs: 21.9g | Fat: 7.2g | Fiber: 3.3g | Protein: 33.1g | Calories: 295.6
Saw it on TV on "It's Just Food". I make it and freeze it in serving size containers. It keeps beautifully. Submitted by MUDMOUSE Carbs: 26.9g | Fat: 15.9g | Fiber: 4.4g | Protein: 18.3g | Calories: 323.9
Submitted by HEALTH4LYFE Carbs: 38.7g | Fat: 6.2g | Fiber: 3.8g | Protein: 1.6g | Calories: 209.7
Will be less calories than stated, since nutritional label included the syrup, which we do not use in this recipe. This is an alternative to that sugary sweet marshmallow topped usual holiday fare. Though still sweet. Submitted by DIANEGLORIA Carbs: 29.2g | Fat: 9.4g | Fiber: 2.2g | Protein: 2.8g | Calories: 204.3
White and sweet potatoes steamed and mashed together with margarine, cinnamon, nutmeg & splenda. Submitted by RACHTHEBACH Carbs: 34g | Fat: 5.9g | Fiber: 4.6g | Protein: 3.4g | Calories: 186
These are kind of high caloric as side dishes go, but they are reeeeealllly yummy, so I think that they're worth it. Diced ham would work just as well as Canadian Bacon. You can add more meat to them, and have one as a meal. Submitted by NYNIANE Carbs: 61.8g | Fat: 6.8g | Fiber: 7.5g | Protein: 14.2g | Calories: 363.3
Great side dish for your next barbeque! Submitted by MADDIMAE49 Carbs: 18g | Fat: 3.7g | Fiber: 2g | Protein: 1.1g | Calories: 110.7
THIS RESPICE COME FROM SOUTHERN LIVING MAG. IT IS REAL GOOD AND EASY TO MAKE MY SISTER AND I USE CAN SWET POTATOES OR YAMS WE USE 3 CANS. Submitted by MARILYN19591 Carbs: 39.5g | Fat: 4.6g | Fiber: 0.7g | Protein: 0.6g | Calories: 202
Submitted by LDRIVER Carbs: 48.7g | Fat: 0.8g | Fiber: 6.9g | Protein: 2.6g | Calories: 203.2
Submitted by BANTAMOM Carbs: 51.5g | Fat: 19.7g | Fiber: 3g | Protein: 3.4g | Calories: 387.8
A great way to get more beta carotene into your kids, and to add some color to your plate. Serve for breakfast, brunch, or a side to compliment a lunch or dinner entree. Can also be served for special occasions. Submitted by TAZANGEL36 Carbs: 22.4g | Fat: 4.1g | Fiber: 2.3g | Protein: 1.6g | Calories: 132.9
Submitted by BUN3KIN Carbs: 38.1g | Fat: 0.3g | Fiber: 3.4g | Protein: 1.9g | Calories: 139.3