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William B. Jones, Ph.D
Professor of History Emeritus
Dr. Bill Jones recalls fondly the time one of his students, a young woman from Germany, phoned to wish him a happy Father's Day. "You are my American father," she had said.
He recounts that another former student, an American working in Korea, pays him a visit each year when he returns to the U.S. A half-world apart, good memories of times together keep them close between reunions.
"The students-they all contribute to me," says Dr. Jones, one of Southwestern's most revered professors. "I enjoy more than anything getting to know them individually."
During his 32-year tenure at Texas' first university, Dr. Jones has become a father figure and mentor to many, as well as an admired leader, having served as both administrator and head of Southwestern's History Department. Two years shy of retirement, he has shaped Southwestern's past and present in ways that matter most, playing an active role in the evolution of the University. And he has done it all out of his love for the place.
"Southwestern has given my life a definition," he says.
Dr. Jones came to Southwestern in 1965 to fill the Lucy King Brown Chair in History. An ordained minister with a doctorate from Vanderbilt University, he soon established the basic pattern of the history curriculum, including basic coursework in world civilizations and advanced study in historiography, which is still followed today. Later, he created the University's international studies program, which has grown into one of the most popular majors.
In 1975, then-President Durwood Fleming invited Dr. Jones to become administrative vice president and provost in recognition of his leadership prowess.
"This was the era when computers were coming on board," he says. "I love to work with computers and electronic devices." He set up his own computer database as provost, information that proved invaluable to Southwestern as it began emerging as one of the nation's strongest regional liberal arts institutions. Following President Roy Shilling's arrival in 1981, Dr. Jones worked closely with faculty to develop the University's Master Plan, which he has helped coordinate since. He also worked with the Mathematics Department to develop the computer science program.
Dr. Jones also originated the idea leading to the creation of Southwestern's Brown Symposium Series, an annual event which brings to campus persons of national and international repute in areas represented by the holders of endowed Brown professorships. Distinct from the traditional lecture series, these symposia are integrated into the regular curricular design of the University, and the members of the symposia participate in a total education experience. Funding is made possible through The Brown Foundation, Inc. of Houston.
In 1985, Dr. Jones returned to teaching history, assumed the position of director of institutional research, and established the National Minority Faculty Identification Program. Now in its twelfth year, the program seeks to help identify and place minority faculty in participating institutions. Currently 250 institutions and 1000 minority candidates are enrolled in the program.
In 1994, Dr. Jones did much of the background work which helped secure a Phi Beta Kappa chapter for Southwestern as well as a $6.8 million award from the F.W. Olin Foundation of New York for the construction of a hi-tech academic building. Both successes underscore the University's movement that same year from its regional category of liberal arts colleges into a more selective category of 160 national liberal arts colleges.
In January of 1996, Dr. Jones moved back into a top administrative seat as interim provost for a six-month period, until a new provost was hired. Along with assisting the provost in the early stages of his time at Southwestern, Dr. Jones is orchestrating the union of the Office of Institutional Research with the Office of the Registrar.
But the classroom remains his passion. A European historian, Dr. Jones specializes in early modern Europe, with a secondary specialty in Latin America.
"I went to seminary at Emory thinking I was going to be a pastor," he says. "But my wife majored in Spanish, then studied in Mexico, so we decided to volunteer for missionary service." From 1953 to 1958, he served as a missionary in Santiago, Chile, and taught in a high school run by the Methodist Church. The school prepared young people to teach in rural areas where churches had developed schools in lieu of government-funded facilities.
A member of the Rio Grande Annual Conference of The United Methodist Church, the only Spanish-speaking conference, Dr. Jones also has been a counselor to Southwestern's Hispanic Student group-now called Latinos Unidos-and he has worked with Gethsemani Church, one of Georgetown's Hispanic churches. He continues to make periodic trips to Honduras as a language and cultural translator for M.E.D.I.C.O., a Georgetown-based foundation that brings medical aid to rural residents who have little access to medical care.
Upon retirement in June of 1999, Dr. Jones plans to become a full-time volunteer, and to continue his work in the church. Reflecting upon his tenure at Southwestern, he says, "The sense of momentum here has been the single most outstanding characteristic. There is just a sense that Southwestern is a school on the move. This had been achieved at the same time that a very human dimension has been maintained. By and large, it's a family."
While wearing his trademark grin, he adds, "I never had a day when I didn't want to go to work. I will miss the day-to-day involvement in what I feel has been a very rewarding journey."


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by Devin William Daniels
There were so many terrific songs in 2013 that no one could blame you for still listening to them every chance you can get. Plus, 2013 is still fresh for many people. Devin William Daniels, a musician who records under the name of The Negative Sound, has written some more reviews of his favorite songs from the Top 10 Songs playlists. Volume One included tracks from artists like Kurt Vile, Sigur Ros, Phoenix, Wild Nothing, The National, Daft Punk and many others. The following reviews and playlist of the Best Songs of 2013 includes more fantastic songs from artists and bands like Local Natives, Yo La Tengo, Wooden Hand, Pere Ubu, Gliss, Ty Segall and Mikal Cronin, and Lost Animal.
The opening track Yo La Tengo's 2013 album, Fade, has the seminal indie rock group looking back as it moves forward. A chanting jangle pop number slowly drifts into hazy, vaguely-Eastern psychedelia. The voices intone: "…nothing ever stays the same/ Nothing's explained/ The higher we go, the longer we fly," a sermon of the ancient order of Anglo-American rock spiritualism. Yo La Tengo envisions pop music's future expanding in height and duration, but the revelations aren't new ones.
"Ohm" – Yo La Tengo from Fade
Local Natives explore the sonic landscape in this excellent single. After a totally danceable intro, I expect four minutes of fairly clean, glassy afro pop, and instead I'm treated to a melancholic wall-of-sound that's almost anthemic, then contemplative downstrokes over which we lay witness to the passage of time, "…watching/ The color drain from my ice." The different elements reflect the different responses and impulses music elicits: the urge to forget, to transcend, and to dwell.
"Breakers" – Local Natives from Hummingbird
The legendary art-rockers, Pere Ubu, kick the year off with their surreal brand of pop music. Repetition, lyrical minimalism and synthesizers combine in unfamiliar ways to create this perplexing, eerie track. At times it feels melody-driven, at times rhythm-driven, while sometimes seeming to have no melody or rhythm at all. David Thomas' seemingly innocuous refrain, "It's a wonderful world/ It's a beautiful thing" never sounded so disturbing an assertion.
"Free White" – Pere Ubu from Lady from Shanghai
James Jackson Toth, the man behind the Wooden Wand moniker, avoids the stylistic pitfalls of contemporary indie folk in this intense number. Instead of using clichéd instrumentation and forced depression-era imagery to evoke bygone folk heroes, Toth finds the tragedy in a modern – and thus infinitely more relatable – context: the 2011 crime spree of the so-called Dougherty Gang. The arrangement – juxtaposing a cutting, precise rhythm guitar with ghostly ancillary parts – evokes desperation, defeat and transcendence.
"Southern Colorado Song" – Wooden Wand from Blood Oaths of the New Blues
With their most obvious generic elements, you think you know what to expect from Gliss, but it's not the usual 80s callbacks of electronic music or the songless goo of so much current shoegaze. Instead, "Weight of Love" recalls the heyday of 90s alternative rock in its structure: I hear Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails and even 90's Red Hot Chili Peppers lurking, as well as Victoria Cecilia's ethereal vocals recall the music from David Lynch's Twin Peaks. Yet it's all packaged in silvery sheen and set to the backdrop of some sort of hyper-futuristic Los Angeles.
"Weight of Love" – Gliss from Langsom Dans
The prolific Ty Segall collaborates with Mikal Cronin on this great track. You know what to expect from Segall at this point, but it's always welcome since it's so hard to find elsewhere: great riffs, neck-bending hooks, and an unwavering commitment to volume. The title, "I Wear Black," is appropriate, as in an era of slight singers and meek songwriters, Segall has become a sort of moustache-twirling sonic villain by comparison, which makes him the beloved antihero of those who think rock music is supposed to rock.
"I Wear Black" – Ty Segall & Mikal Cronin from Reverse Shark Attack
Jarrod Quarrell's keyboard pop offering lacks in melody and direction, at times feeling like its wandered into the mid-tempo wilderness, but the appeal to this track comes in its carefully constructed texture and Quarrell's meticulous, spoken-word-poet delivery.
"Say No to Thugs" – Lost Animal from Ex Tropical
Devin William Daniels is a writer and musician from Pennsylvania currently teaching English in the Republic of South Korea. Follow him on Twitter or listen to his recordings on Soundcloud. Read more of Mr. Daniels' posts and reviews via IRC's archives.

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HP OpenVMS Systemsask the wizard
The Question is:
When we run a program it gives following error. Same program works on other systems with same VMS versions We increased the pgflquo parameter as well but still no luck. Any suggestion on this pls? %LIB-F-INSVIRMEM, insufficient virtual memory %SYSTEM-F-ACCVIO, access violation, reason mask=00, virtual address=0000000000000000, PC=FFFFFFFF8115C8E8, PS=0000001B
The Answer is :
Your program appears to contain what is occasionally and euphemistically known as a bug. Given that the failing virtual address is zero and given that the program counter is deep in system space, the program stack could have become corrupted, or the heap has become corrupted, or there is a timing or synchronization bug, or any of a variety of errors. For an introduction to some of the more common programming errors that can be generated by programmers, please see topic (1661). For some of the more advanced programming bugs, please see topic (2681). That the program works on other platforms running the same OpenVMS version is certainly interesting, and that can certainly point to a programming bug or an implicit (and clearly unintended) dependency on a particular hardware or software configuration -- timing bugs, synchronization bugs, and process quota dependencies are all common causes of this particular class of bug. For discussions of ACCVIO (access violation) errors, please see topics (819), (837), (1246), (2223), (2234), (3215), (5533), (6853), and likely a few other topics.


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Erica Lee
~friends4ever~ - Poem by Erica Lee
I have a friend who knows me better than others
She understands me
Even if I didn't tell her anything
She knows it right away just from looking at my face
She's quiet and gentle
She's not like my other friends
She listens to me any time, any day, any hour, any second, any multisecond
She's always there ready to listen
She never tries to make others feel bad
She... she always risk things just for other people
Because of her, I began to be sacrificial
I feel so guilty when I call people stupid
Yet, she taught me to see the world as a glittering star
She taught me to always be confident
Most of all, she taught me to love myself
No matter how I humiliated myself
She taught me to love myself
She told me that if I want look at the world like a shining place, I first have to love myself and believe in myself
No matter what circumstances, I must always trust myself
My friend is very thoughtful
Because of her, I always smile
She wants people to smile
She'll do anything to make people happy
Because of her, I wanted to do anything to make people happy
Even if I had to embarrass myself, I would still do that
She's very forgiving
Even when people are mean to her
She let's it go, she understands them
' The reason why they're mean to me is because I have something that other's can't have. I am grateful to have something that others don't have. I would be like them because I am jealous. You see, before you fire up, think of their position. Wouldn't you be mean to someone you are jealous of? Also, to keep everything going safe is forgiving. Weak people can't forgive, only people who are strong are able to forgive, ' she told me
I then started forigiving without a hesitation
She really understands things and let's it go
She taught me that in order to keep the strong bond between family and friends is forgiving
The reason why some bonds are weakening is because there's no forgiveness
She taught me that you always need to have courage or a mind when doing something
She taught me to look what I have
She told me that instead of envying what others don't have, I should be happy of what I have
There's people who are envious of me because I have what they don't have
I know one thing for sure is that some people are envious of me because I have a great friend like her
She moved away, but she calls me every weekends
That's a true friend
A true friend not only understands you but teaches you something
She's my friend and I won't forget her
Even if I'm old
I'll always say to myself that she and I are true friends forever.
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Mediterranean island, where one finds so much to do
Abundant days of sunshine and the sea is limpid blue
Lavender, thyme and laurel; history spreads in rich galore
The temples, feasts, devotion bring religion to the fore.
Acclaimed for fruit and honey and the fish that's brought to shore.
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Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept.
I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and for "Lenore" I Finally wept.
The pain, the agony, years of grief: rolled down my cheeks: My Soul's Relief.
A single ray of sunshine over the majestic purple mountains peak, peeks.
Out of this single ray of light, my Heartbeat; my Soul " LENORE " speaks.
" My Dearest and Only Beloved ; I'm sorry I left, upon our Everlasting Day.
I'll sing to you My final Poem, before OUR Heavenly Father; bids Me to stay
I remember every Rhyme, YOU wrote For ME : Lets memorize each TIME.
GOD grants US togetherness : " LENORE, Lets make this HOUR, OURS.
LENORE and I shared Memories, OUR POETRY : many of OUR HOURS
As I came back, from this Adventure, the morning Sun was smiling at ME.
Atop the Mighty Purple Mountain he had climbed ; I was not There to SEE.
With eyes now wider opened, I watch the warmth of the SUN racing at ME.
I feel the wind the warmth flies in on, Flowing through my Grey White Beard
I Smell the flowers growing; I see the mighty OAK Limbs wave; WEIRD.
I must Retrain my senses; To see, hear, feel : TO WRITE!! My FRIENDS
Relearn the Basic laws of Truth and LIFE and LOVE and FEELING.
Must Retrain my hands to write of The Beauty of Mother Earth! My FAMILY
I have to Study very Hard, my Contemporaries , to quicken the HEALING.
Then I can Write, to the ones I love; They teach me Everything THE POETS
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2006
I remember the heavy round wooden tables
Built low to the ground,
Just right for kindergartners.
He would always sit close.
I didn't notice.
Out-of-doors on the playground was a giant oak.
He made me an acorn pipe, then taught me how.
I made lots of acorn pipes, giving them all away;
Even his.
He stood quiet with little fists pushed deep in his pockets.
But I didn't notice.
The sun was golden
Shining through high windows
Down on the low round table,
Particles of dust dancing merrily on the beams.
He handed me a present,
And as the royal blue paper with tiny pin stripes
Crossed the sun's rays
The stripes lit up like diamonds.
Gently opening the paper,
Careful not to lose the sparkles,
I could feel the whole class watch.
I was embarrassed.
Inside was a book about a velveteen kitten.
She was black and feminine.
She wore a pink bow,
And she was fuzzy to the touch.
I treasured that book.
As time went by I rubbed the kitty's fur
Until she was loved slick and smooth.
I don't remember saying thank you.
I'm sure I did.
Surely the teacher would have reminded me;
There in front of the whole class.
Over four decades ago - yet -
The memory of that special gift is as clear and bright
As was the sun beam that day.
And I would like you to know Jimmy Wilson;
That I noticed.
Note: An old kindergarten memory to share with you. Written about 22 years ago.
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2008
Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site. I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning. One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post. I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!". He and another agreed. After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up. Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit. When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness. Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse. However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015
Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she is seated there,
Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda.
Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair,
And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander.
Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth,
Just over the rise, beyond the barley field's treasure,
Lies the city with the most famous name on earth,
Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure.
To Rachab went all of Jericho's possession,
By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned.
For this soldier could not control his obsession,
Though aware the city's riches were God's own.
With God's grace, Rachab's wisdom grew,
And she made the city's outskirts her spread.
Her land into a field of grain did accrue,
A breadbasket from which hordes were fed.
Her hires were the finest laborers in the land
And were busy harvesting barley all spring.
She paid the very best wage to every man,
Cause her crop was the best early rains could bring.
The fields and glades, that gave her pasture form,
Seemed sensuous in every contour and rise.
At daybreak, contrasting tones were the norm,
Painted artfully by the brightening skies.
Mounds appeared convexly round breasts,
Lovingly sculpted over a span of human girth,
Whose beauty was able to put the heart to a test,
As the machinery of memory rotates the earth.
Babbling brooks flowed from shady nooks,
Giving refreshment to denizens of land and sky,
Producing a scene of green worthy of picture books,
That not one skilled artist would dare deny.
Gingerly she rose the doorway torch to quench,
Watching the shrinking darkness become shadows.
Rachab calmly returns to her veranda bench,
To observe butterflies dance above the meadows.
In her dreams, she envisions a more golden age,
When royalty would be attributed to her seed.
A zephyr flows over her mind turning the page,
But she still aspires the prospect of the throne to accede.
What a lovely story to behold just beginning to dawn,
Rising out yonder, just beyond the horizon of time.
How we yearn to see that age return, now long forgone,
So our hearts may once again be joyous and sublime.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2008
Bronze, silver and gold
Caught in the sun so light
The momentous reveal of every fight
Wishes we are never told
Caught in the sun so light
Bronze faces contrite
Wishes we are never told
Faces much too bold
Bronze faces contrite
Compared to crinkled green notes
Wishes we are never told
Survival's fight
Compared to crinkled green notes
The momentous reveal of every fight
Survival's fight
Bronze, silver and gold
Copyright © Phoebe Morakinyo | Year Posted 2012
Pitter patter, drip, drop, it's not an April shower
Drip, drop, drip, drop raining hour after long hour
Suddenly the sun streaks through, javelins of sunlight
Then back to pitter, patter, and rain throughout the night.
In and out of doorways, trying to stay dry
Thunder crashing the Queens dead, the country seems to sigh
Edward the happy monarch will rule with fun from now on
Rain, rain, it never stops crying for the Old Queen is gone.
The sun breaks through the London grey, it sparkles on a tree leaf
Drops still dripping slowly, displaying all their grief.
Happy times are coming, skipping down the London streets
Children playing hopscotch, while the bobbies are on the beat.
A blossom opens a leaf unfurls, breathes the rain drops in
The first sup of clean water in these london streets so grim.
Pitter, patter, feel the rain - dodging in and out of doorways
Trying to keep dry in the summer rain as one does always.
The ringing of the bells, Big Ben strikes the hour
A begging hand from a pile of rags huddled in the shower.
The old queen is dead and gone, but wanders through her city
Looking left and right, she shakes her head in certain pity
Through London town she wanders where dirt and grime abound
She's searching for she does not know - until it she has found
The thunder crashes the rain pours then drips slowly to an end
The queen is dead long live the King she prays his ways he'll mend.
Entry for Tracie's Anything goes competition This is a Poem I have just done for a Magazine about when Queen Victoria died.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
Trees filter sunlight
memories refine with time
shades of our shadows
Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015
Most everything I learned about the history of evolution
feels colored by Julian Jaynes' theory of language
and culture
and history
and icons of ecological systems and functions,
forms and frequencies,
rhythms and ironic, ionic
dualdark cosmological bicameral transparency.
This is not something peculiar to Jaynes
or even to DNA-syntaxed cultural Memory,
flowing back to Elder Right MindBody ecoroots
of systemic cooperative therapy and health,
DNA/RNA solidarity
through mutual political/economic Left/Right bicameral solidarity,
a regeneratives-only need apply globally nutritious revolution.
When I think back
through RNA's original prime relationship,
normative gestalt
for fractal-seasonal-temporal ecosystemic development,
I see Ego's God of ReGenerating Truth
as both Earth's RNA polyculturally inclusive SunGod,
and Mother's DNA-embryonic
Open EcoSystemic
Universal Timeless Folding/UnUnFolding CoGravitating Moment,
incarnating (0)-soul Basic Trust,
BiCameral EarthDominant CoEmpathic Consciousness.
Jaynes presents the emergence of a polypathic puzzle
as Ego's humane/divine balancing vocation,
assigned by RightBrain bilateral-temporal-aptic/synaptic Elder
cousins and plants,
flows and functions,
fractal forms and octave-frequencies
emerging time's bilateral,
four seasoned, four dimensioned, dialectically reasoned,
and logos-languaged,
ecoconsciousness of healthy-confluence v. cognitive-affective dissonance,
chronic temporal stress
of RNA/DNA solidarity-normed ecotherapy,
Earth's ecosystemic TimePrimed root system
emerging back to BlackHole timeless embryonic AbsentTransParent
(0)Mega Point
of ReGenerative Revolutionary-Synergetic Origin.
Well, that's the way this LeftBrain dominant Ego
reads Jaynes back through pre-bicameral history,
but could this be a way of seeing
our humane/divine history as decomposing itself,
in reverse of LeftBrain emergent dominance
as PreMillennial EgoAnthroCentric Time
for processing RNA's original regenerative development
cooperative embryonic project,
to emerge Exterior Landscape/Interior Landscape
as Ego/EcoSacredCoPresent Absence
due to incarnational mindbody restraints
on Open Systemic (0)-soul God/Goddess of Time's
Ego/Eco BiLateral CoArising
PolyTherapeutic Evolutionary
Well, OK,
there are a lot of paradigmatic nests
in BiCameralYangYin's ecologically emerging nutritious soup.
But, essentially this evolving Ego
suggests to your evolving Ego/Eco
Interior/Exterior co-enculturing health-outcome agenda
that consciousness evolves
because bicameral eco-consciousness co-evolves
through open systemic genetic codex,
restricted solely by harmonic dipolar balance
within (0)-ecotime
to PostMillennially Transition
back toward Left-Right mutually subsidiary
political and economic balance.
This EgoLeft dominant adventure
unfolds as Moses leads and develops
and evolves toward Eco-ReGenerative Promise.
EcoConsciousness through Ego's bicameral lenses
develops and evolves DNA/RNA health optimization.
Ego-with-EcoRight evolution is both physical and metaphysical,
both memory and love of regenerative future,
etching synapses
and aptic-basic PrimeRelationship of DiPolar Solidarity
deep in ecobiosystems
of HealthEnculturing CoArising Revolution.
Perhaps Jaynes did not anticipate
what emerges up,
in excess of tipping point equi-valent healthy balance,
invites us to breathe back out again
toward PostMillennial LeftRight BiCameral ReGenerating Balance,
reconnecting with wisdom of Elder Right's SunGod and EarthGoddess
TransParent Regenerators of Heavenly ecosystems
playing a more PermaCulturally CoOperative
WinWin Solitairity Game
with DNA/RNA Fractal PrimeTime Presence,
erupting Golden DiPolar SpaceTime 4D CoRelationRatio,
then Golden Diastatic Logos Rules of ReGenerative Systemic Health,
then Golden Elixir of EcoRegenerative Health/Wealth
Internal/External Landscape co-arising designs and plans,
embryonic developments of self-reiterating MotherEarth,
flying and swimming and surfing
through SunGod's co-gravitational revolutionary fields
and forms and functional flows
of primetime Tao co-elation.
In right/left relationship
with both full and absent universal landscape,
each will declare
beloved global cooperative community
as Ego has emerged from this Absent Other
History predicts future
only as each and all so resolve,
and co-resonate,
co-emerge this WinWin advent
of revolutionary EcoSolidarity.
Listening together,
with deductive-dipolar bicameral ears,
then speaking with polypathic dialectical confluence,
then acting more regeneratively healthy and safe
with each DNA/RNA Codex Creation Story,
ending without fear and anger
but absorbing synergetic limitless
timelessly open regenerating
Ego's every transition moment
potential CoPresent culminating NOW
into history's co-gravitating
great-transition memory
of dualdark aptic/resonant-synaptic embryonic Time,
to bless and/or curse dreams and days
of those you will so partially leave behind,
to regenerate as needed
for healthier compost futures.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.
Broken glass litters the street,
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.
I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try.
"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.
ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.
The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land,
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
But no time for reminiscing.
I must find a way out of this...
A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.
I knew I must find a hospital, quick,
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South?
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?
I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere.
I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support,
but I couldn't let that stop me.
The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift,
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.
Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die,
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.
I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.
Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.
"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply,
"Yes. Yes I am."
Copyright © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2011
The Sun
The King of the Sky
Rises,over the mounts of Fuji,
Sets in the Sea in Hawaii
The Sun of the English Sky
In this only planet with chocolates,
For decades of long
For generations after generations,
Born,how many?
Poets how many?
No shakes,unmatched
The finest work
Shakes the depth of the hearts
The Sun of the English world
That, never sets!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014
He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care
Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear
This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There's hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day
For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear
Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear
This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There's hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day
Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy
Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy
This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There's hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011
To most of us,
the Sun is a glowing ball
in the sky, giving us warmth
and light. Since ancient Egyptian
times, the Sun was deified
for its presence never faded
throughout the seasons....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
The world has not ended though the penitents wait
at Chichen Itza, and Tikal sentient's pace.
Yet, one more prediction one more failed debate
perhaps, a new age will come filled with true grace.
Life is a process, a circular affair
from the time of Roman's predictions have flared
Pope's, pagans and shamans, none have been proved right
Let us all move forward in joy not in fright.
The world has not ended by meteorites fall
though oceans have risen and volcanoes flow.
The ground itself quakes but to no avail
life's bounty on Earth brings an endless tableau.
No planetary alignment ended our days.
No global plague has changed our miscreant malaise.
Truly this watery refuge gifts surprise
as with each nights end the sun doth ever rise.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride
Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage,
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
With the sun on my back and a salty gale brushing
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
People come from all over to tour this city,
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
As we trot through the historic district, I'll
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations,
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered
decades of the ocean's pounding tides.
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of the orca whales
playing in our bay.
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy.
...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits
or it'll be a long ride back.
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind
in your lackluster cars.
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment,
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting
carriage ride. Memories like these could last you a lifetime!
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
2 sides of the wick evenly split
as there set alit the flames fuse
much like the sun and moons eclipse (muse)
and is such the time i speak, apocalypse
a harmony of our heavenly bodies seeded from one pit (a hidden crypt)
as their dance realigns it all but blinds us into trance
time stands still, dawn or dusk? a question drawn
Copyright © jordy Gerbz | Year Posted 2016
This poem is dedicated to
A young lady, 23 years old raped by gang in Delhi in India and died on the 13th day of her victimization. She sacrificed her life for change.
over the centuries degrading and humiliation is women's fate.
methodology of mentality brutalized to hide evidence at any rate.
time was running same, sun rises in the west and sets in the east,
torturing mankind, killing innocents, and raping poor as serving beast.
what was a day?
A rising sun fired anger, clouds thrown thorns, air pinched nails in hearts,
why is pain victimized me; ghosts are playing blindness and deafness of darts?
what rules; prominent justified a stylish woman inspired sex,to rape her wildly,
To open a show publicly, not to touch her;seeking justification of duties cowardly.
who can live in history?
but people still live as a woman statue is as a symbol of worship as God.
spirituality sounds inhuman methods to destroy intestine to rape with an iron rod.
no dog has bark or a beetle twinkled when a bleeded statue of God has thrown,
but a stone heart bouncing box pushed her on bed of a white crown.
who will mind her?
air stops to blow, death flooded strength and butterflies cried against shadows to glow,
but green-hoppers pulled up the barriers to secure white collar cows they run slow.
everyone listened roar of a lion; complains who disturbed his sleep,
moon is still there, stars disappeared why roaming in a field a sheep.
what do i need to do?
Birds are treeting in the jungle; fire is silent to burn a petal,
if wolves attacked on a lamb then why do they whisper against a beetle?
no need to change a statue of traditions that are serving justice from roots,
Discipline is not obeying an order no need to grow new shoots.
what is possible to do?
let them to cry for few days the tiredness will hide them under stones,
no need to change system for justice that will survive for Indian cripple bones.
lord Rama examined her wife and asked to justify her purity on a burning pile,
a woman has provocational nature we condemn her living a naked style.
what do we need to learn?
prevail a woman has cultural values; a man is worshiping God not for tradition's crash,
women is as shoe for a man; her wisdom is in ankles religion lightening golden flash.
but a victimized girl cried,' don't waste my sacrifice' save innocents to change a cruel dash.
never forgive them, punished them they are criminal and running a system for harsh.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2012
Behold a land of monarchic decadence as celebrity status
of family values eroded in a smorgasbord
of half truths and bare-faced lies;
what life-model this,
one of toe-sucking chequebook journalism,
degradation and scandal, contempt for the public.
TV vendettas and cellulite thighs.
She no longer carries the big stick
with which to shake the world's foundations
and bring the dogs to heel on bended knees;
now the blue-blood veins have been hacked and severed,
blood jets black and turns to dust,
led by Uncle Sam with ring through the nose
a merry John Bull with spongiform brain disease.
In a dying gasp of colonialist logic,
and meathead fascist chapters
the coda of the empire thug gives free way
to remedial apologism in overkill
that suicide bombers may rule this day.
Come one come all, loot, execute and pillage,
we'll protect your rights to murder and plunder
and pay you welfare cheques whilst you do;
it's politically correct that you do what you will
no discrimination in this here global village.
She is all but a fossilized relic with a makeover mask
extremist surrender when all is said and done,
and our children inherit a legacy of illusion,
of redundant beliefs, nothing left at all
for we stood blindly by and never sought to prevent
the setting of the sun...
for we stood blindly by and never sought to prevent
the setting of the sun.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
…it's beauty penetrating my skull...
Waiting for the coast to clear
Jingling the cathedral bell
With redemption for my soul
Of a cause to rise
…Clarions withhold their shovels…
Fanning the thorns of the dust
To construct our long lost place of aboard
To sour to savor the ruin of its leather
And its honey jar
…Oh far till I can't squint no more…
Till I can't drift to the Nile time
Till I can't foretell the desires
Till I can't forecast the fortune
Till I can't get enslaved in its warmth
A Ray of a rainbow night
Oh how all things fade.
Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010
There's a constant pull on me, whites call it gravity,
There's a constant pull you see it's not actually what you'll see,
It's pressing on my soul, beyond and lower in my cavity.
But my heart beats the same pace at yours , I will never be..
Able to understand the difference between you and I,
We have the same skeletal structure As Adam and Eve,
But the sun beats so heavily.. Deadly in disguise.
When will the sun vanish, he made it so he can take it is what I believe.
You see I breathe with the same lungs as yours,
Maybe a different color in shade,
The difference is the sun is hell against my pores.
Nigger engraved in my ancestors , or the shunned for learning to behave.
America is a rave, dramatic, flashy, but like the sun it kills whatever's close,
I will be a voice for any person who believes,
Lost souls killed for slander or the color of race I am your host.
You see you call me a nigger, but the whites we're dealt the same sleeve.
I guess It takes one to know one.
I know this might get me in trouble. Im sorry.
Copyright © Monte Banner | Year Posted 2010
You look up to the sky.
It is a normal summer day like any other.
Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
Except this is no ordinary summer day.
This is the day you ship out.
You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
It beats down on you much like the sun.
It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
much like the sun.
Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
Depended on by your country.
Much like the sun,
you fade away into the night appearing in a different country
Copyright © Ryan D.N | Year Posted 2010
Freedom before my lost brother
They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom
Who really marches to the same drum?
When my hand have been blown off for beat
The beat, the beat, the beat
As he races from the explosion of freedom in his chest
For freedom
To escape this tide of hate
That swept us slaves of red, white and blue
And he is nothing like before when hate took him away
He is a man at six and we are still children as adult
War took my hands and feet I am no solider
I fight for freedom not money
You fight so this tide will not cross-oceans and sands
We fight here for food and light
And light, to breathe, to die for family
Across the ocean hand my son an ak-47
And he will march and kneel before God for forgiveness
Hand my brother a ruger and he will stand in the shadows for American greed
Greed in the land of freedom and hope, black in the shadows
And mother can mend wounds here across the oceans she can only dial
Of relief
Mother over there must know how to be doctor and surgeon, and warrior for the
Generation to survive, to live
We cannot procreate; we are the ends of mankind
With bombs in the hands of babies
To extend our left hand of hate across the ocean, across towers of hope
We must all be the same here a million mile from each other
My skin dictates that I hate, be hated, I rape, be raped
I bleed red, white and blue
Watching in shock, disbelief as red, white and blue goes up in flames in the
Ashes of the wind just like you
Freedom can never come to me here before her with that torch
My mother across the ocean must be sending me a package of death to kill my
four father
Your four father because my complexion means that no one can see me
I am a lost brother, forgotten sister
Hated child with no hands, no hands in freedom
March me before television cameras, signs of peace, and words of love
I am still a lost brother............ before truth
But you knoe me so well..
From the the same box that caused my cousins in your land to be hung
Money means nothing here, Money means every thing beside her with the torch
Pass it to me so I may freedom---the truth
Copyright © Toya Williams | Year Posted 2006
We are left in the field, forced to labor the land.
Not one tool in hand shall feel wrath.
Yet the vines should fear presence.
We were lead to this point where darkness found.
The morning dew looked as if caught by surprise.
The steps leading to the potato patch, did not even lead to that.
We try to grasp an understanding, although I will not stand under anything given.
For bushels of fruit laced with serpents, seems like deja vu;
Blankets with chicken pox.
We was left in the field forced to labor the land.
Maybe cause my skin is dark instead of light skin.
We ponder in sleep what this supposes to mean.
We strive to move forward, although they push us back.
The willing will rise but what if they meet opposition.
Will they shrink under the skin, or stand boldly in the wind.
I read in between the lines, only noticing
The only thing that is left is the lines without the n.
I am trapped in the belly of the beast,
Called land of the free but we're taxed for everything.
How to escape this matrix, is the only way out is death.
For I will fight into my dying day, then I will go to hell and fight some more.
People never thought of us, as being black the giver of life.
They only stuck on the light I spread, so they can mix words up and serve it
To you backwards my friend.
Remember when you pray at night, we are waiting for you in the morning.
We stare through your windowpane.
We try to alleviate the pain; of the rain.
For us was in the beginning, along with the Asiatic black man.
As you see when you look at us, you staring at the melanin you see.
Just remember one thing without we, the earth would be bare.
This is the reason why birds salute, an educated black man,
For We are the twins of the Rising Sun.
Copyright © Craig Hickerson Jr | Year Posted 2007
I walk on out in the evening,
When the stars all tell their stories.
This mystic land speaks of meaning,
As I ponder, their wonder speaks their glories.
When the stars all tell their stories,
My eyes open to a hidden world.
As I ponder, their wonder speaks their glories,
Of their magic and their history unfurled.
My eyes open to a hidden world,
When the planets once ruled the day.
When their magic and their history unfurled,
The secrets of history were on display.
When the planets once ruled the day,
I saw Saturn and Venus dancing with Mars.
The secrets of history were on display,
And the sun and moon controlled the stars.
I saw Saturn and Venus dancing with Mars,
But these were really the spirits of old.
Now the sun and moon controlled the stars,
When I looked deeper their stories were told.
These were really the spirits of old,
That gave birth to sons of gods.
When I looked deeper their stories were told,
That make us look like a bunch of sods.
They gave birth to sons of gods,
That reoccur in our dreams today.
They make us look like a bunch of sods,
To dream of truth is to find the way.
This place reoccurs in our dreams today,
This mystic land speaks of meaning.
To dream of truth is to find the way,
Then you'll walk on out in the evening.
Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2009
A Honolulu morning
It's a December Sunday.
Nobody expected this.
Death rains from the skies.
For Russell's "Red Sun" contest
June 19, 2013
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
Awaking to painful swollen hands, feet, and legs
Thoughts fill head of what to prepare for breakfast_some eggs?
Go to prepare me some coffee to sit on porch
Just few minutes to linger in God's love before sun scorch
Wonderful foggy morn glad I am not driving
Thick fog could cut with knife for me fog reviving
A golden sun sends beams radiating through fog
Doves coo for a long while other birds chip_no crickets_frogs
Slowly reality sets in my morn begins
Some breakfast has to be prepared life's tasks start once again
Thank you for a time on the porch of peace quiet
To jot down few thoughts before the days noise unquiet
Something called poulter's measure
12/14 syllables per line in rhyming couplets
Inspired by Francine's contest not an entry
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
we are history
your shadow
covers me
the sky above
a blaze that only true love could see..
i wish i could say no regrets
and no emotional debts
and as we kiss goodbye
the sun sets
so we are history
the shadows cover me
a blaze only tue love could see
he wlks away
the sun goes down
he takes the day
but im almost grown
and its ok
in this shade
i try my best to dry my eyes
Copyright © aneysa churchwell | Year Posted 2010
From Maidum staired beginning
Walk me north to Cairo
But keep your eyes on the pole star
The moon meanders like a whore
From year to year waxing bright
From bed to bed in spans of light
Her cycles wane in short decades
Across the desert of Chaco's memories.
Return to Dashur, Saqqara, and Giza
And mark how each gradual change
Make us more strange.
The more we change the more we differ
So now I understand
The fear of tomorrow
This stranger at the door
Of the comfort zone,
This unknown seducer
This piping enchanter to the precipice
Where the broken pots
Like gullible pilgrims are impaled on faith
Now I understand
Why some would dare appease
The coercion of the sun.
We are mortal,
Something more than mere matter
More than mere Olmec
Toltec, Aztec, Mayan Semites
Change make us strange
The Pueblo came
Wandering from the Euphrates
Driven like sand
Before the rough winds of Gentiles coming
Came with the Nile in their blood
And found the Mississippi
Like a serpent sleeping in the swamps
And from their mound
Made a diagonal across the world
A scatter graph of belongings
We are all the blood of the river
Sperm of the life giver
Obsession of the stalking lover
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
Tommy Atkins was a good boy
grew to be a good man, good soldier,
packed up his troubles in an old kit bag and smiled
as his entrails blew out with aplomb;
he died as the black rain struck his slowly glazing eyes
good son, good husband, good father
left only good for fertilizing the Somme.
Damned carnage-strewn carnival
of barbed wire bisected mustard gas days;
how "great" was the great war,
how "great" was the harm
when old strategists cast generations of youth
into the stalemate jaws of trench warfare death
and all those young hopefuls who bought the dream
unwittingly bought the farm.
Two decades down the smouldering road,
up rolls Euro Death Circus
rolling out Four Horsemen and a Fascist regime insane;
now technology enhanced the butchery
with planes and tanks, boats and submarines
and all the young hopefuls bought the farm again.
Proudly she revels in her past glory,
wallowing and exalting, sucking rotten cold comfort
from the memorial corpse of a golden fleece;
learning nothing;
we'll meet again, no doubt,
over the white cliffs of Dover
beneath Spitfire engine trails, perhaps;
for she may have won the war,
yet she has surely lost the peace.
A land once fit for heroes, warrior kings and demigods,
now freezes crippled and immobile
when the race into the future has begun;
in a pox of politically correct Fascism on one hand
and the real thing on the other,
where is the hand of reason to stop the fall of night,
stop the setting of the sun...?
I stared, and stared, and stared
Following the light with my eyes
To see beneath the dress
The deep bosom of water suckling
Babels on the ancient salt of primal seas.
We build our ladders not from mountains
But their stones
Children searching for the cookie jar
Orphans in a tidal war ...
And have found more solid answers
Digging down
When my only dream is up
How sense distort our ambiguities!
Dashur, Saqqara, and Giza
Extrapolate a northern line
Imaginary as an equator, as all
Our knowledge of wrong and right
We are the shards of a bitter fall
The Mayan built there
And Teotihuacan here
Light beyond the dark Caucus frozen caves
Map the heaven in solid mud.
It is a long walk between civilizations
But there is something in the cultures
That long to embrace
A common history
From Palenque, Tikal, Tulun
Chichenitza, Copan, Uxmal
We climb the stairs of Babel again
Shaanxi, Nakkhodka
These undiluted Semites sing
Upon drums of stones
The gospel's truth in them enthroned
There seven million shards of stars
In a broken desert shining
Through the jungle of present night
These poor Daedalus
Their Khofu and Cheops
Just a different mound of dust
A metaphor
For the excavation of human meaning
Something to break the spell of death
Something to say of my coming
Tomorrow is beyond our regret.


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Wishing you and yours a wonderful holiday season! (that's politically correct for Christmas and Hanukkah, Eid, and Kwaanza, Yule and Any other religious observance I may have overlooked by accident)
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas!
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Seems like a money grab to me. But they have to try. I mean, they need to make a buck like everybody else.
Delta's FCM or First Class Monetization may be cutting down on the number of free upgrades elites are getting on domestic flights. To review FCM happens when Delta offers a flyer a deal to upgrade their Economy Ticket to a FC ticket for a much lower price than it would cost to buy the ticket normally, and you can upgrade right up to the time you board your plane in some cases.
Elites can be upgraded to FC anytime from 96 hours from flight time up to boarding time, but it now appears that Delta is not upgrading its elite members that far out, so they can sell those FC seats and increase revenue.
Some elite members of SkyMiles are not very impressed here are some quotes from around the web:
From a Delta Plat. member - The strangest thing happened today, five days out comes and goes with 8 seats open in first class and nobody gets upgraded, five hours before flight, still no movement, They sold 6 of the upgrades to a family and left 2 seats to rot.
From a Diamond member - I was 1/25 for a flight from LAX to SLC on an expensive ticket a few weeks ago and didn't get the upgrade despite there being about 8 seats an hour out. Diamond status for upgrades is worthless anymore
There are several more stories out there, if you know of any let us know !!
Seems like a money grab to me. But they have to try. I mean, they need to make a buck like everybody else.
yes its like a money grab


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In order to fully understand 922(r), you have to first understand 925(d)(3). You see, 925(d)(3) bans the importation of "semi-automatic assault weapons" which are defined as semi-automatic rifles and shotguns with certain features such as pistol grips, bayonet lugs, flash hiders, etc. 922(r) applies only to imported firearms which, after their importation, are reconfigured in a way that would be banned from importation under 925(d)(3). This is why guns like Saiga rifles and shotguns are only subject to 922(r) when modified in certain ways: in their stock configuration they have no "assault weapon" features and thus are allowed for importation under 925(d)(3).
922(r) contains a list of certain parts including recievers, stocks, triggers, hammers, disconnecters, handguards, and barrels. Under 922(r), an imported gun is illegal if reconfigured with "assault weapon" features unless no more than 10 of the specified parts are imported. This is why you see a cottage industry for easily replacable U.S.-made parts for imported firearms like AK-47 derivatives and SKS rifles. Also, it is worth mentioning that firearms imported prior to 1989 (when both laws took effect) are grandfathered and thus not subject to 925(d)(3) or 922(r).
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PAY SHOCK: Operators worry that a settlement requiring Fed Ex to pay back taxes and workers' comp for misclassified independent contractors in Massachusetts could set a precedent for actions against chauffeured operators using I/Cs. A separate lawsuit for back wages is pending.
BOSTON — Attorney General Martha Coakley's Office has entered into a multimillion dollar agreement with Pittsburgh-based FedEx Ground to settle claims the company misclassified its drivers as independent contractors.
The settlement, disclosed this week, requires FedEx Ground to pay more than $3 million back to the state's general fund. The Attorney General's Office alleged that FedEx Ground's failure to properly classify drivers had led the company to make lesser payments to the Commonwealth for payroll taxes, worker's compensation and unemployment assistance.
"We have made enforcement against employer misclassification a priority because employers who misclassify workers are gaining an unfair advantage over their competitors and unfairly depriving the Commonwealth of tax and other revenues," Coakley said. "With today's agreement, we have recovered $3 million owed to taxpayers and taken a step to level the playing field for businesses."
In 2007, the Attorney General's Office cited FedEx Ground for violation of the Independent Contractor Law, by misclassifying its drivers, failing to provide a proper paystub, failing to provide workers' compensation, not paying overtime to certain drivers, and neglecting to deduct and withhold state income taxes. FedEx Ground appealed the matter to the Division of Administrative Law Appeals (DALA). The Attorney General's Office citations against Fed Ex Ground included penalties of more than $190,000.
While FedEx Ground's appeal was pending before DALA, the Attorney General's Office coordinated further investigation with the Executive Office of Labor and Workforce Development and the Department of Revenue into FedEx Ground's business practices. The joint investigation revealed that FedEx Ground's misclassification of employees had resulted in significant underpayments to the Department of Revenue, Division of Industrial Accidents, and Department of Unemployment Assistance.
The settlement amount includes these significant underpayments. The settlement also provides for a payment for the 13 drivers named in the Attorney General's citation. FedEx Ground drivers in Massachusetts have brought their own lawsuit against FedEx Ground that remains pending and is not affected by this settlement. FedEx Ground denies liability in the settlement.
The Massachusetts Independent Contractor Law provides that an individual performing any service shall be considered to be an employee unless: 1) the individual is free from control and direction in connection with the performance of the service, both under his or her contract for the performance of service and in fact; and 2) the service is performed outside the usual course of the business of the employer; and, 3) the individual is customarily engaged in an independently established trade, occupation, profession or business of the same nature as that involved in the service performed.
The Fed Ex case resonates strongly in the chauffeured transportation industry, where a substantial number of operators run companies based on chauffeurs who are classified as independent contractors.
With the ascension of the Obama Administration, Democratic control of Congress, and heavy influence of labor unions of the political process, businesses are seeing a major increase in the number of employee- and wage-related rules at the federal and state level. Also, federal and state labor departments are more aggressively auditing businesses and enforcing rules more frequently in ways that favor the employee, W-2 business model preferred by big unions.
"This administrative precedent by the AG's office leaves all Massachusetts transportation companies using independent owner/operators or contractors at risk for misclassification of workers and extremely onerous financial penalties," wrote Dawson Rutter, a longtime operator in Boston and New York and a member of the NLA board of directors, in an e-mail. "In fact, I would expect that this will be the model that many states and the Federal Dept of Labor will use as a blueprint for prosecution of companies that utilize the I/O model."
In reaction to the Fed Ex settlement, Rutter, whose company is employee-based, e-mailed comments to fellow board members and industry leaders Monday urging the NLA to take action and stake a clear position on the I/C wage issue.
"For quite a while now, several members of the board have been raising an alert on this issue, while others have chosen to ignore or discount this mounting problem," Rutter wrote in the e-mail. "I would suggest that this information be made immediately available to the membership of the NLA and I also suggest that we discuss at the next board meeting what the NLA position will be as it relates to this issue. It is time to stop sticking heads in the sand on the I/O business model as it relates to limousine services."
During the last few years, operators in New Jersey and Florida in particular have had to deal with costly lawsuits and settlements at the behest of not only government bureaucrats but opportunistic trial lawyers who read the current environment and then go trolling for potential independent contractor complaints.
Such actions have prompted industry associations, such as the Limousine Assocations of New Jersey and the New England Livery Association, to devote multiple meetings in the past year to warning operators about the aggressive labor enforcement and educate them about the finer legal and regulatory points they need to be aware of.
In fact, NELA issued a warning in its last newsletter to all of its Massachusetts members of enhanced audits and enforcement action by the Mass. Division of Unemployment, the Mass. Dept. of Revenue, the Mass. AG's office and the IRS specifically targeted against companies that use the independent owner operator model, naming the Massachusetts limousine industry.
I/O wages, overtime, and workers comp issues were the main topic of the JULY 21 LANJ MEETING. LANJ executive director Barry Lefkowitz already has had to handle six settlement cases among New Jersey-based operators alone.
The concerns among I/O business model operators were underscored this year as several opted out of LCT's annual 100 Largest Fleets List in the August issue because they did not want to call attention to themselves from regulators and lawyers. The 2009 list included 33 I/O fleet operators; this year's list has only 17.
"Once states and the federal government realize how much money they can recoup as a result of these actions, these enforcement actions will spread like a wildfire and we need to give our members as much relevant information as we can to help them negotiate this minefield," Rutter warned.
Sources: Massachusetts Attorney's General's Office; Dawson Rutter, Commonwealth Worldwide Chauffeured Transportation; Martin Romjue, LCT Magazine.
Group president says limousine industry faces a regulatory crisis in New York.
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NZ Bound Index Search Hints Lists Ports Auckland Is. Wrecks
Otago Witness Thursday 24th October 1895 page 15
Wreckage at the Auckland Islands
A wool ship evidently lost
Supposed to be the Stoneleigh
Lyttelton, October 19 1895
The New Zealand Government steamer Hinemoa arrived this morning from her periodical trip to the southern islands. Captain Fairchild reports having visited all the island depots, and finding the stock in splendid order.
At the Auckland Islands he found that a large and evidently quite new iron ship had been wrecked on the north-east corner of the island. The rocks were strewn with the spars, rigging, decking, and fittings of a large vessel, and also an abundance of Australian wool. Nothing was found to indicate the name of the vessel - no woolpacks or brands. All hands were evidently lost, as no trace could be found of human beings, although a close search was made.
The Hinemoa brought up a large quantity of wreckage, including a spare topsail yard, 60ft long. The yard is painted yellow on top of hematite, but underneath the paint is quite fresh.
October 20 Christchurch
The wreckage found at the Auckland Islands appears to be that of a nearly new ship with deck planks 3� in thick, topsail yards 60 ft long, and the paint quite fresh and thickly infested with Bathurst burr. All the circumstances connected with the wreckage point to the Stoneleigh as the vessel lost. This vessel left Melbourne on February 27 1895 for London. Captain Walker, of the Flora, however, reports that when in command of the Rotomahana, he passed the Stoneleigh midway between Tasmanian and New Zealand, steering a course that would take her close to the Aucklands. She was reported spoken to in 156 W. long and 49 S lat. when she must have been passed the Aucklands. It seems possible that this speaking is referred to, and that through somebody's error west longitude was substituted for east. She was also spoken to spoken by the Dunsyre in the Tasman. The underwriters some time ago paid the insurance on the vessel. Lloyds assumed her posted as missing on 18 September 1895. The Stoneleigh was a four-masted steel barque, 2243 tons, built at Greenock, Scotland, in 1892. Lbd 281.6 x 42.3 x 24.6 ft.
October 21
Many persons intimately connected with nautical matters consider the wreckage found at the Auckland Islands does not correspond with that of a vessel of the Stoneleigh's build. The wreckage is more likely to belong to the Shaw, Savill, and Albion Company's freezing ship Timaru, which left Melbourne for London on the 4th June with a large quantity of wool and meat, and has not yet been reported as arriving at her destination.
The Times, Monday, Oct 21, 1895
A Reuter telegram from Wellington, dated yesterday states that the steamer Hinemoa has arrived there from the Auckland Islands, and reports that the shore is strewn with the wreckage if an Australian wool vessel. The name of the ship is unknown, and no traces were to be found of any survivors. it is thought that the vessel must have been lost with all hands.
The wreck may have been the Marie Alice a steel barque of 999 tons and 211 ft long.
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On Mon, Jun 27, 2011 at 3:17 PM, matty jones <urlugal(at)gmail(dot)com> wrote: > What I think I am going to do is design the table structure for my db and > then use a trigger to update the otrs tables(kept separate) when necessary. > If I mixed the tables then I could potentially run into issues when I do an > upgrade of otrs or if I need to change something on my end down the line. > Keeping them separate seems to make more sense to me right now. Keeping them separate makes lots of sense. Modularity is an important design pattern for enterprise data and the services around them. Technically, there are many ways to implement separation. Triggers work, but it would be a design decision that forces you to keep those two services on the same system. I would recommend using a technology that allows more flexibility for future placement of databases. That would be a generalised replication solution, though you might generalise further and adopt an ETL or real time integration tool. -- Simon Riggs http://www.2ndQuadrant.com/ PostgreSQL Development, 24x7 Support, Training & Services
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Bullying by ex-policeman Benjamin Archbold overnight provided the network with a potential ratings boost as he reduced several housemates to tears.
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November 5 2011
Schwab Cup update: Lehman closing in
SAN FRANCISCO – He may not do it in style, but Tom Lehman is closing in on the Schwab Cup.
Lehman is only tied for 16th in the 30-man Charles Schwab Cup Championship after a second straight 1-over 72 at TPC Harding Park. He's 1 over for the event.
But as long as the four other players mathematically eligible for the Cup do not win this week (or in the case of Mark Calcavecchia, win or finish second), Lehman is safe. So far, that's the case.
John Cook, the two-time defending event champion, is tied for 20th, 11 shots back of leader Jay Don Blake. Peter Senior is tied for 24th, one behind Cook.
Russ Cochran is tied for 12th, but at seven shots back is likely too far to contend on Sunday.
That leaves Calcavecchia, who shot 1 under Saturday but lost ground on a day that allowed lower scores. He's tied for sixth at 4 under, four shots back. If he can make a Sunday rally, the Cup could still be his.
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This blog is created to bring you all of tupac quotes . His famous lyrics made an big impact all over the world . Tupac Shakur was one of the most dynamic, influential and self-destructive pop stars of the Nineties. The rapper's husky voice described his stark contradictions, setting misogyny against praise of strong women, hard-won wisdom against the violence of the "thug life" — words he had tattooed across his torso. The critical and commercial successes of his music (as well as his modest achievements as an actor) were continually overshadowed by his legal and personal entanglements. In hes world, art and reality became tragically blurred, culminating with his 1996 murder in Las Vegas. Shakur was the son of Black Panther Party members Billy Garland and Afeni Shakur (Shakur is Arabic for "thankful to God"), who was in jail (and later acquitted) on bombing charges while pregnant with him. Sometime after his birth, he was named Tupac Amaru, for an Incan chief whose name translates as "shining serpent."
Tupac quotes are wise and deep they help people for many problem of society to give them an answer . In every quotes of tupac that u will read you clearly understand that he has been part of an unfair and wild word.
Tupac (2Pac) was born on June 16, 1971, in the East Harlem of New York City. He was named after Tupac Amaru II , the 18 th century South Americanrevolutionary . His mother Afeni Shakur and his father, Billy Garland, were active members of the Black Panther in New York in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Afeni was pregnant in prison and she never thought she would make a child In those condition. But after one month she was free from the jail and Tupac was born and she raised him alone with no husband.
He had a difficult childhood, moving frequently around in the New York City boroughs of Brooklyn and the Bronx. Shakur received an education in radical politics from his mother, but he also saw some of life's hardships through her struggles with substance abuse. In his youth, he start acting by becoming a member of the 127th Street Ensemble, a Harlem-based theater company. He was remembered as one of the most popular kids in his school because of his sense of humor, superior rapping skills, and ability to mix with all crowds .
And all started In 1991, Tupac emerged as a solo artist using the name 2Pac with his first album 2Pacalypse Now. And many more to come with the next years. He talked all the time for his struggle , about gang life in ghetto and how the government treat them like they wore nothing like he says in his quote " They never wanted us to make it, everything that we posses we had to fight and take it..". He was in war with them all the time cause he was the kind of man who would fight for his right until the last breath. His quote for American Dream said it all "The american dream wasn't meant for me, cause lady liberty's a hypocrite she lied to me, promised me freedom , education, and equality never gave me nothing but slavery but now look at how dangerous you made me callin me a mad man because im strong and bold.".
But through the violence his heart was full of love for the life. Through the years woman was abused in America but Tupac showed love for them through the magic of his lyrics in song "Keep your head up " that said his famous 2pac quote "I think it's time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, cus if we dont we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies". His lyrics was with strong impact to his fans and looks like they not just listen him but the world learn from 2pac. They sow Tupac as a leader to motivate and inspire them with his quote "I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up…. and handle it." He was like a saver , like Jesus… In the clip of song "Hail Mary" he showed up just like Jesus .
He used to talk about the afterlife like he knew he will be dead soon . Take a look of these lyrics what do you think ? "I heard a rumor I died , Murdered in cold blood dramatized , Pictures of me in my final state , You know mama cried , But that was fiction , Some coward got the story twisted , Like I no longer existed ,Mysteriously missin ', I'm known worldwide baby , I ain't hard to find." I think he knew something more. After he get shot five time he start to make a lot of enemy include his best friend Biggie Smalls and these lyrics come after "Watch for phonies, keep your enemies close nigga watch your homies" , "I thought i had friends but in the end niggaz dies lonely." And he diss him with " Hit em up " who was the start of a war between them . But he doesn't fear anyone . "I got shot five times but i'm still breathin' , livin' proof that there is a god if you need a reason" ( Tupac quote ) . There was a god behind him but he fears to one thing like he says "My biggest fear of death is to come back reincarnated" …
The main reason of Tupac quotes are to show his pain , his discrepancy against the system . He fight for people like him who lived in the middle of war drugs and murders to give them a reason to live . To show them that in life have plenty of beautiful thing to fight for. He done it through the lyrics , quotes and thoughts . The word show him love and showed him how important he was for them. After his death he sold more than 75 million copies.
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In order to receive an equal income from savings that our EBT card users receive, we would require in excess of a million dollars on deposit in a local bank. Yes, the welfare recipients are virtual millionaires, and every dollar they get reduces the value of our savings obtained through a lifetime of hard work and deferred gratification. I witnessed the purchase of a 30-cent pack of gum and the EBT cash-back was $100, which was then used to by a cart full of beer. And then, the well-dressed gentleman of about 40 paying for his groceries with his EBT card and then loading them into a new Cadillac Escalade worth more than $70,000. Yes, I am for helping the needy, but not if they help me become needy. We must stop this fraud and abuse.Jerome Snaper Plant City
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Why build an electromechanical computer?
Having snagged himself a shiny new Makerbot, Chris Fenton has been busy printing out all the parts to assemble his very own mechanical computer.
Given that his day job is designing supercomputers, it is no surprise that this mild-mannered electrical engineer is well and truly up to the task.
The components shown ticking along here will eventually become part of a larger project; an extraordinary electro-mechanical device that does a whole lot more than mere counting. So why is he doing this?
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My teammate, Dan Stolts, has just completed a three-city road show where he did presented on IE8. I thought his blog post on his favorite IE 8 features was pretty interesting.
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Caroline Monnet | CANADA | 2016 | 10 MIN | SHORT Documentary
Thursday 20 October 2016 | 2:15 PM
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Screening as part of Solid Ground: Canadian Shorts
Carving its way through the beautiful landscape of western Labrador and northeastern Quebec is the Tshiuetin rail line. The only railway in Canada owned by Indigenous people, the Tshiuetin is a lifeline for the people who call this land home and a source of pride for all who ride this historic line.
Caroline Monnet (Algonquin) is a self-taught multidisciplinary artist from Outaouais, Québec, currently living in Montreal. She works in film and video, painting, sculpture and installation, and is a founding member of the Indigenous digital arts collective ITWÉ.


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One great way to create a retro, grunge design for posters is to create a shape, such as a letter or number, made entirely of type. Add in some texture to the background and in just a short amount of time, you have an eye-catching design ready to send to your online printing company.
Putting a block of text into a pre-designed shape is actually quite easy when following a few simple steps. The tutorial below walks you through these necessary steps, then shows you how to create a weathered paper background, and finally reveals how to put it all together to create a retro or grunge poster. We will first start in Illustrator and then move to Photoshop for the final touches.
- Paper #1 – http://thedigitalyardsale.com/freebies/7-17/old_paper6.jpg
- Paper #2 – http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/277/5/0/folded_paper_texture_by_spiketheswede-d303ony.jpg
- Grunge Brush – http://www.ubrushes.com/photoshop-brushes/id/138/thb-grunge-brushes-01.zip
Step 1 – Getting Started
In Illustrator, open up a new document using the Letter size default to begin.
Step 2 – Setting the Stage
You can work with whatever font family you like for this example and use any text you prefer. I'll be using Times New Roman throughout this tutorial so that anyone can follow along. So use your Type Tool to type the letter "T" and make the text size around 750pt.
Step 3 – Create Outlines
With the giant letter selected, go to Type and select "Create Outlines" (Ctrl + Shift + O). This converts your letter into an editable object.
Step 4 – Release Compound Path
Before you can work with the text the way we want, you must release the compound paths. These are automatically generated by Illustrator. Go to Object – > Compound Path -> Release with the letter selected.
Step 5 – Fill Text
You can get some fill text from many different sources. You can use dummy text from sites like Lipsum.com or use text from your website, a classic novel, or any other source. Just be sure you have permission to use the copy if you do not own the copyright. I went to Lipsum.com and copied five paragraphs of dummy text for the next step.
Select the Area Type Tool and change your character settings to Times New Roman with a font size of 7pt. With your dummy text copied and the Area Type Tool selected, click the giant letter, and paste in your content.
Step 6 – Fill Text Cleanup
I went through and deleted out any line breaks in the copy. I also used the Window -> Type -> Character palette to center justify the text.
Step 7 – Different Letter Sizes
We could stop there, but I want to take this over the top to demonstate the power of this technique. With your Type Tool, type the letter "G" somewhere on your Artboard, so long as it's not on our letter. Change the font size to 21pt. I rotated the letter "G" a few degrees and dragged into the middle of my shape.
Go to Object -> Text Wrap -> Make, so that the text will wrap around our letter "G".
Now, go to Object -> Text Wrap -> Text Wrap Options:
I used a setting of -4pt on the Offset and moved the letter around to get it to look like I wanted it to look.
Repeat this process for lots of letters to taste. Round letters work better, so stick with letters like G, O, R, S, Q, etc. And change up the text sizes as well.
Step 8 – Fill in the Blanks
You can further tweak the design by filling in the blank areas around the larger letters. Just use your Type Tool with a font size of 7pt. Type outside the shape area and move the new text where you need it.
Step 9 – Shift to Photoshop
Once you have your letters the way you like them, select all (Ctrl+A) and open Photoshop. Make the canvas size the same for the Illustrator document of Letter or 8.5×11 inches at 300 pixels/inch.
Now paste (Ctrl+V) the information from Illustrator into your Photoshop document. When prompted, select Paste As "Smart Object". Position the letter where you'd like it and press "Enter" to confirm the placement.
Step 10 – Background
From the resources above, download Paper #1 and paste it into a new layer below your vector image and above the background.
Create a new layer above the old paper layer and grab your Rectangle Marquee Tool. Select an area that doesn't quite go to the edges of your paper and fill with your color of choice. I used #13bfb9.
Step 11 – Layer Mask Setup
With the Rectangle Tool, draw a shape all the way over the giant letter. I chose the color #e7190e.
Hide the square you just made for a moment. Ctrl+Click on the Vector Smart Object layer or right-click on the layer and choose "Select Pixels".
Unhide the square layer and click the "Add Vector Mask" button. The beauty of this arrangement is that you can quickly change the color of the font, apply a gradient, or whatever else you'd like at a later point.
Step 12 – More Typography
Now that we don't need the extra tools that Illustrator offers for type, we can use the built in features of Photoshop to continue to work on our design. With the Type Tool, I put "Times New Roman" at the bottom in our red color. The font size is 72pt and Times New Roman.
Step 13 – Destruction
Download the grunge brush and load it into Photoshop. In the teal square layer, click "add vector mask". Change the foreground color to black, and begin using the various brushes at different sizes to add texture to the background. If you ever add too much grunge to the background, just select the foreground color as white to clean it up a bit.
Repeat this process for the "Times New Roman" layer.
Of course, you can now add some texture to our giant letter "T" as well. Make sure the Vector Smart Object layer has been hidden.
Step 14 – Texture
To give the piece a cohesive texture, download the above Paper #2 and paste on top of the image. You will have to resize it to get it to fit across the image properly. Set the blending mode to Soft Light with a 50% opacity.
Step 15 – Tweaks
I'm not happy with how well my big letter "T" is showing up, but we have lots of options for making it easier to see. We can change the color, fade the background, or reach for the Blending Options. Right-click on the "T" layer and select Blending Options. I added a stroke with the following settings:
I also want to take better advantage of the teal layer. Set the blending mode to Color Burn to make the textures underneath it really pop out.
All of your colors are very easy to change because we used layer masks to make our texture changes. So if you need to tweak any of the colors, you can.
To tone down the lightened effect of the texture we added, add an Adjustment Layer at the bottom of the Layer palette. I used the Photo Filter with a blue lens at 20% to cool off the graphic. And that's it!
When all is said and done, we have a very tweakable poster ready for print. Keep in mind that you can complete all of these steps with a completely original design. Use a different shape, a different font, a different layout, colors, or background and you have your own interesting typography poster!


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