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The Great Buster celebrates the life and career of Buster Keaton, one of America's most influential and celebrated filmmakers and comedians whose singular style and fertile output during the silent era created his legacy as a true cinematic visionary. Filled with stunningly restored archival material from the Cohen Film Classics library, The Great Buster is directed by actor, filmmaker and cinema historian Peter Bogdanovich.
The Great Buster chronicles Buster Keaton's beginnings on the vaudeville circuit—as part of his parents' act—and the development of his trademark physical comedy and deadpan expression that earned him the lifelong moniker of "The Great Stone Face," which culminated in his career-high years as the director, writer, producer and star of his own short films and features. Interspersed throughout are interviews with nearly two-dozen collaborators, filmmakers, performers and friends, including Mel Brooks, Quentin Tarantino, Werner Herzog, Dick van Dyke and Johnny Knoxville, who discuss Keaton's influence on modern comedy and cinema itself.
Bogdanovich's documentary also covers the loss of artistic independence and career decline that marked Buster Keaton's later years when he was reduced to popping up in '60s teen beach-blanket movies and TV commercials. But The Great Buster ends on a high note with an overview of Buster Keaton's extraordinary output from 1923 to 1929, which yielded 10 remarkable feature films (including 1926's The General and 1928's Steamboat Bill, Jr.) that immortalized him as one of the greatest actor-filmmakers in the history of cinema.
"Any doubters are advised to see this movie, then treat themselves to a viewing of The General. Case closed." (Walter V. Addiego, San Francisco Chronicle)
"The Great Buster is a solid primer on what made Keaton not just one of the most important—and funniest—comedians in the history of the movies but also one of its most visionary directors." (Ty Burr, Boston Globe)
"Peter Bogdanovich brings his formidable knowledge of movies to bear in this incisive portrait of Buster Keaton." (Andrea Gronvall, Chicago Reader)


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New Self-Healing Glass Could Be The Future Of Smartphones
As smartphones move to an all-display and no bezels design, the onus will be on smartphone makers to produce rigid and robust phones. Even in today's day and age, the smartphones are broken after a bad fall and if it's a flagship phone, then the cost of repairing is huge. All of that might change if this self-healing glass becomes commercially available to smartphone makers.
Researchers from the University of Tokyo claim that they have discovered a type of glass that can heal itself, which could be used in phone displays and other devices. This can be done thanks to a new polymer called "polyether-thioureas" that lets the screen repair cracks when pressed upon. Just like a lot of famous discoveries, this self-healing glass was discovered by accident as well. A student named Yu Yanagisawa was attempting to use the material as glue when he discovered its healing properties.
This is not the first time that a similar technology has come to the fore. Similar self-healing methods have been tried on plastic and rubber but, the researchers say this is the first of its kind as it can be repaired at room temperature. Motorola filed a patent a few months back which chronicled the use of self-healing display technology that would fix cracks when heat is applied. The LG G Flex 2 had a back panel that could self-heal minor scratches and dings.
It is certain that implementing this technology especially at its nascent stage will be costly and might not be an average consumer's cup of tea. But, there is a market for rugged smartphones and enthusiasts will be more than happy to spend the extra bucks if it meant that their devices could self-heal.

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The government has transferred 30 important cases pending with different courts to the newly formed six tribunals for speedy trial.
In a notification, the Home Ministry yesterday said the government empowered by the Article 6 of the Tribunal for Speedy Trial Ordinance, 2002 has transferred the 30 important cases to six tribunals for speedy trial.
According to the provisions of the ordinance, cases filed with the tribunals for speedy trial must be disposed of within 135 days from filing of the cases. The cases shall go to the previous courts if not disposed of within the specified date and the judges have to be accountable for their failure. (For details please click on 1600UTC)


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Celebrating Cultural Diversity Network > Wedding Services > Tips When Planning An Office Event
Tips When Planning An Office Event
Planning office event is something that is able to excite almost everyone involved. As exciting as it may sound at the beginning, you will soon find out that it I equal parts stressful.Having said that, it is also important to mention that successfully planning an event like this is an extremely fulfilling feeling. However, it is quite challenging to make sure that you are able to look into o all area of requirement beforehand. Having said this, it is also important to mention that there are a number of tips that you can keep in mind to make sure that this event that you have been entrusted with will actually be a success.
Select a team to work with
One of the first things to keep in mind when it comes to deciding whether or not the event will be a success is deciding an knowing the team you are going to work with. This simply means that the team you choose to work with you or the team that is chosen for you should be able to work independently. They should also be able to keep all the others informed of the changes that will need to be made in the area that has been delegated to them if there are any.
For example, deciding whether to choose a photographer for the event or a company that deals with commercial video production Katoomba and should be able to make decent decisions when necessary without guidance.
Be organized
It is also necessary to be organized. Know when the deadline for having all things written down on paper. Regardless of how well you think that you can remember every little item, it is always a good idea to maintain a list as you go along. For example, if one individual was delegated the task of finding a videographer but the only available individual was a wedding videographer, he or she can update the list with the change that he or she has made or that that particular area requires confirmation. Being organized in this manner will keep you, as the main organizer way ahead of what you need to have done for the day.
Take advice and listen to suggestionsAnd finally welcome suggestions and advice. This will allow you to make sure that you are able to look outside the box and make this event a huge success. Welcoming help from your colleagues and friends will make sure that you will have a lot less pressure off your back.


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Researchers Dennis and O'toole successfully demonstrated the reduction of stress and anxiety in a study of 78 participants who used a mobile gaming app, according to a recent research paper published by the Association for Psychological Science. The paper was titled "Mental Health on the Go: Effects of a Gamified Attention-Bias Modification Mobile Application in Trait-Anxious Adults." The authors made a strong case for the use of apps in mental health care by summarizing a number of studies to conclude:
Of the approximately 90 million individuals this represents in the United States alone, as many as 50% do not seek or receive treatment. This result is largely due to both practical barriers to treatment (cost and accessibility) and problems with the acceptability of treatment options (high cost, stigma, and large time commitment. With recent advances in the development and refinement of effective, evidence-based treatments, the discrepancy between mental-health needs and access to services is all the more concerning.
The study's lead author, Dr. Tracy Dennis suggested that just one single gaming session can reduce acute stress responses when used in attention-bias modification training (ABMT). The study claims anxiety is the most common psychiatric disorder but only about 50 percent of patients seek treatment due to cost, accessibility of treatment and cultural stigma barriers.
The scientific report triggered a flurry of articles in more popular mobile news outlets. A FierceMobile Healthcare review of the study pointed to the need for mobile gaming software in psychiatric treatment because of the widespread consumer use of mobile devices and need to reduce treatment costs.
An MNT review of the journal article gave details of the author's hope that such apps could be used as "cognitive vaccines" to prevent anxiety and stress. It quoted Dr. Dennis as having implied that it may be possible to develop apps for other mental health conditions,
Our hope is to develop highly accessible and engaging evidence-based mobile intervention strategies that can be used in conjunction with traditional therapy or that can be 'self- curated' by the individual as personal tools to promote mental wellness.
The app can be downloaded from the APP Store and more details are available at the website, Personal Zen. Dr. Dennis also explained:
It's a beta version and we are planning a major redesign, but our clinical tests support efficacy of the app in this format for stress and anxiety reduction. We have several ongoing studies, but please know that this is not yet a validated clinical treatment for anxiety.
However, early indications suggest that using it around 10 minutes a day several times a week is a good "dosage." You can also use it right before a stressful event to take stress down a notch.
The study was supported by the National Institute of Mental Health and the National Institute on Minority Health and Health Disparities.


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March 18, 2012
Has the Time Come to "Run for the Hills?"
From time to time the staff receives phone calls and emails asking, "Has the time come to run for the hills? " I have no doubt that many people would like to escape the stresses and demands of life by "running for the hills," but this article will focus on the serious side of this


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Published in Transnational Literature Volume 2 No 1 November 2009
I stand at the entrance to the waiting room. Tahirih looks up and smiles, waiting patiently for me, hands folded in her lap.
'Come in, Tahirih,' I say.
Tahirih smoothes the creases from her tailored navy skirt. Her eyebrows sculpted, her greying hair scraped back into a neat bun, she wears a silk blouse and her pumps are white. Silhouetted against the sunlight bleeding in through the wooden shutters of the waiting room, she looks like she is wearing a damn halo.
'I don't mind waiting,' she says. 'You can take that man in before me. He is so distressed.'
She is talking about Evgeni.
'Thank you, Tahirih, but let's get started, shall we?'
The morning they called Tahirih to the morgue in Teheran, she asked the caretaker if she could wash Fouad's body. She told me that her husband had always been such a clean and elegant man and she could not stand to see him lying on a steel table, covered in blood and excrement. The caretaker brought her a bucket of water and an old rag. This was the body that belonged to her all those years; the body from which she had once been so shy.
Tahirih was seventeen when she first met Fouad. Her mother called her away from piano practice to introduce her to some visitors. She was annoyed at the interruption. When she walked into the living room, she saw him seated beside his mother. They were all sipping cherry juice, a delicacy served only on special occasions. It was a hot day and Tahirih was feeling a little faint as she stood before everyone.
'Come sit with us,' her mother said. 'I want you to meet Mrs Faizi and her son Fouad. They are here visiting from Tehran for a short while.' She sat down on the edge of an armchair.
'Would you care for some fresh dates or figs?' her mother asked, passing a tray of delicacies across to Mrs Faizi. Fouad stared at Tahirih. She looked away. Two red roses stood in a vase on the coffee table. Her mother had cut some of her prize flowers from the garden. That signalled that these visitors were very important. Tahirih had certainly heard of Mrs Faizi before. Her husband was a member of the Baha'i Spiritual Assembly in Tehran, but Tahirih had never known that they had a son.
'Fouad is an engineer,' her mother said. 'He is visiting his parents for a few days and they have kindly come up to see us today.'
Tahirih nodded, thinking only about her piano exam the following week. Her mother handed her a plate of almonds to offer the guests. She smiled politely and placed it on the table in front of Fouad. Their eyes met briefly again and this time he smiled. He had a dark moustache, streaked with grey, which made him look quite handsome.
'I heard you playing before,' he said. 'Für Elise is one of my favourite pieces.'
Tahirih picked up her glass and brought it to her lips before realising that it was empty.
'Would you play some more for me?' he asked.
'Oh, my…' were the only words she could push past her tongue before her mother interrupted.
'Of course she will.'
Tahirih could see that her mother was eager to please this man.
'It would be an honour, wouldn't it, Tahirih?' She urged her daughter to get up, holding her hand out in the direction of the parlour.
Tahirih stood up and turned to go. At the same time Fouad rose from the sofa.
She felt him following her as she walked slowly into the other room. He closed the curtain behind them and stood leaning against the wall. The music rose up, breaking the awkward silence. Minute after minute passed as her fingers pawed at the keys, the tune a muted drone in the background compared to her pounding heart. As she finished playing the last bars, the notes sank away into silence and Fouad sighed.
He walked over to where Tahirih was seated and stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She felt him kiss the back of her neck, his warm breath on her skin.
'You are lovely,' he whispered.
Tahirih remembers the day her daughter Bahiya was born, how her tiny fingers curled around her mother's thumb, her head tossing as she rooted around for the nipple. She once told me that they sent her a bill for the bullets the firing squad used to execute her husband. They came in the middle of the night and dragged him out of bed. The last time she saw him, a sliver of moonlight shone between the slats of the shutters onto his back. She remembers thinking that she should have mended the hole in his pyjama shirt. Her mind still clutches at that loose thread, as if it still ties their destiny together. It is as long as it needs to be, winding through her years like an intricate, silken web across the globe. She never thought then that it would lead her to Haifa.
She hid the account for the bullets in the hem of her dress when she was smuggled out of Tehran after Fouad was killed. She still keeps it in a special box in the top drawer of her bedside table, opening it from time to time, usually just before she goes to bed. She runs her fingers over the faded print. She has to touch it, to prove that it is real. Ten bullets fired into his chest. The bill was dated 21/4/1979 and sent by the Iranian Ministry of Finance, account payable in thirty days. She also received monthly bills for 'food and accommodation'.
Here in Haifa, she tells me that people are kind to her. The Arab girl at the kiosk blesses her in Hebrew every day. The tiny Jewish lady in the apartment opposite greets her every morning as she beats a rug over the balcony rail.
'Ah'lan!' her neighbour shouts, 'everything will be fine, God willing.' Tfoo, tfoo, tfoo, the woman spits to ward off the evil eye.
She has a job in archives at the Baha'i World Centre. Baha'is visit from all over the world to work as volunteers, and each one has a tale to tell. They treat her well and look after her every need. She repays their kindness by working hard. Work is worship, she once told me.
She sees a lady in a fur coat step slowly off the bus every morning, carrying a mop in her hand. Winter, or summer she smiles at her and walks on. This land of contradictions is Tahirih's home now. Her friend Katya has thrown away her wedding ring. She told her she stood completely naked in front of the mirror one morning and felt that part of her had been born while another part had died. After throwing away the golden band that had been part of her body for twenty-five years, she felt free. And as Tahirih tells me this, I clutch onto my own wedding band, while Tahirih fiddles with the invisible thread tied to her ring, forever joined to Fouad. But somehow the more she tugs, the further the thread unravels. I can slide my ring on and off, but Tahirih remains married to a dead man.
Tahirih said they came in the night, knocked loudly, then kicked the door in just as she was about to get up. She was home alone. Fouad had already been in prison a month by then. The tall one was chewing sunflower seeds. He smiled at her and ran his fingers through his black, greasy hair. One of his front teeth was missing and through the gap he spat the cracked shells onto the Persian rug in the living room. He motioned with his right hand, to the guard who accompanied him. The young soldier left the room and went outside.
The ugly one stayed. He walked his huge hand over the spines of the books on the bookshelf, like a concert pianist practising his scales.
'It seems that you are very clever,' he laughed, pulling Bahiya's favourite book down from the shelf: Little Red Riding Hood. 'Is this one of your filthy infidel books?' he asked as he stroked the picture of the little girl on the cover.
The ugly one was still smiling as he slowly tore each page. He ripped Little Red Riding Hood to pieces and threw her severed head onto the floor. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books on the shelf again, and pulled one out, asking her to read him the title.
'Don't dare lie, you prostitute,' he said quietly, 'or I will kill you here and now.'
'God is my witness that I will not lie to you.'
'Shut up!' He shoved her to the ground. 'Don't mention the name of God with your filthy mouth.'
He lowered his black army boot onto her hair. He kneeled down and smiled at her, like someone had flicked a switch in his brain. He turned away, his attention wandering back to the bookshelves. He lifted the butt of his rifle this time and pointed to the Koran.
'Why is this on your shelf?'
'It is a Holy book,' she began, 'the Baha'is honour its wisdom and …' 'Bow down to Allah and save your soul.'
She stared down at the rug. He continued looking through the books. That
particular evening it was to be one of Fouad's textbooks. The guard pointed to a paragraph and sat down on the couch, patting the cushions and motioning for Tahirih to sit next to him.
She started to read out loud, just as if little Bahiya was seated by her side and they were reading a bedtime story. The phenomenon called migratory crystallisation consists in the growth of large crystals in a group, at the expense of small ones. The response of the system to invasion by ice molecules determines the immediate and long-term effects of freezing.
'It is such a warm and pleasant night,' he said.
Her heart was pounding. He slowly tore out the page she had been reading and scrunched it up into a ball. He handed it to her and said:
'Eat it.'
She did not move.
'Go on. Eat some ice to cool you down.'
She took the paper from his outstretched hand. She was trembling so much that she accidentally dropped it on the floor. 'Pick it up.'
She bent down and he suddenly grabbed her wrist and forced her down onto her knees. His right hand held the back of her head firmly by the roots of her hair. He rose above her, unzipped the trousers of his dirty uniform and forced himself into her mouth thrusting as she gagged and choked. When he finished he threw her back onto the floor and she landed on top of a photo of Baha'u'llah. She vomited bile and semen onto his Holy face.
She looked up for a moment towards Bahiya's room and thought she saw a tiny shadow disappear back into the darkness of the hallway. The books on the shelf started to whirl around her head; the guard's laughter echoed in her ears.
I ask Tahirih to lift her blouse and place my cold stethoscope on her skin. 'Breathe in,' I say automatically.
Sometimes when I am examining a patient's chest, I forget to listen to what I am actually hearing. The air rushing in and out of healthy lungs sounds like waves washing up onto shore then receding. Today the gurgling rattle of Tahirih's lungs won't let my mind wander very far. I put down my stethoscope and scribble out a form for a chest X-ray.
'Always better to play it safe,' I say matter-of-factly, as she tucks in her blouse. I hand her the referral.
'Bless you, doctor for squeezing me in,' Tahirih says, reaching out and touching my hand lightly. 'I would be grateful if you would give me something for this cough meanwhile, just to help me sleep a little at night.'
I pull my hand away from hers just a little too quickly and try to cover up my embarrassment by scribbling out a prescription for some antibiotics.
'Thank you, doctor,' she says. She is so accepting.
Most patients nowadays ask me endless questions, pull out some crap they've printed off the internet, wanting to discuss the results of the latest trials of the inhibition of IM-9 leukocyte 3-hydroxy 3-methylglutaryl coenzyme, which I've never even heard of. They think their cyber-surfing gives them an instant medical degree. I just don't get it. Why are they so willing to swallow hocus-pocus herbs from some witch-doctor without giving it a second thought, yet demand that I explain all the side effects and possible risks of anything and everything I prescribe? A simple thank you, doctor once in a while comes as such a relief. They have lost their faith in the profession, so that life in this room usually boils down to plumbing and pills. I am tired of listening. I am bloated with their stories. I have nowhere left to put them anymore. They spill out from me onto the pavement as I walk down the street, and I seem to be losing pieces of myself along the way.
I am beginning to forget myself lately as well. Maybe it's the pregnancy? More often than not, while a patient is in the midst of unfolding his life to me, I doodle on prescription pads, or prepare shopping lists, my mind edging slowly towards the door and out. I am always waiting for the opportunity to go to the bathroom while a patient undresses. I leave the room and escape from those voices that constantly beg help me, mend me. I stand there, staring into the mirror at a face I barely recognise anymore. And as I turn away from the sink, telling myself to get a grip and go back in to the patient waiting for me, I catch a glimpse of someone else walking off in the opposite direction, into the depths of the mirror. This doppelganger of mine is never coming back. The Mirror Woman peels off her white coat like dead skin and heads down to the sea. I go back in to my room and start searching for pathology.
Listen to me carrying on! I am supposed to dispense compassion and humanity along with the pills; be a healer, a listener, a therapist, a fixer, a priest, a mother, a confidante, a bloody miracle worker for all of them. The truth is I'm tired. I have been there for all the important milestones. I have stood beside freshly dug graves as they are buried, listening to the words of the kaddish over and over again. I have walked alone in cemeteries and wept for those I could not save, or for those I could have saved, should have saved but didn't. But the truth is I am secretly weeping for myself, for my own mortality.
I move over to the wash basin by the window. I rinse my hands with chlorhexidene disinfectant; a well-programmed robot, I wash slowly, thoroughly, rubbing my palms together in a circular motion, cleaning meticulously between the fingers with the scrubbing brush. A tiny, black louse is lodged under the nail of my right index finger. I quickly flick it out and it drops into the basin. I watch it swirl around in the opposite direction to what it would in Melbourne, and finally it disappears down the drain.
How can I know how to help Tahirih? She is filled with forgiveness and love and understanding for everyone, even for the very people who hated and abused her.
'I did not want to trouble you again today, dearest doctor,' she says. 'You are so busy with people who need your help far more than me. I am so sorry to bother you.'
She notices me shifting around on my chair.
'You are not comfortable?'
'I'm fine, Tahirih.' I hold a hand to my lower back and fend off her intrusion.
'It's just the pregnancy. I haven't been sleeping so well lately.'
'Doctor,' she says, 'I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you have been looking quite tired lately. I am a little worried.'
'I wish I was more like you,' I say. 'Where can I buy such patience and acceptance?'
She clutches at her necklace of freshwater pearls and I watch her mouth as it moves.
'Baha'u'llah says the actions of those that persecute us are born out of innocence.'
Something about her reminds me of an old wooden ventriloquist's doll I used to have as a child. Or maybe she reminds me of mother; they both surely went through hell. The difference is though, while Tahirih found God in the midst of that hell, mother lost him.
'It's always best,' she says, trying to stifle a cough, 'to kiss your killer's hand.' I hope she won't notice as I reach up to scratch my scalp.


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I always thought Smash should've made Megan Hilty a bigger star (in non-Broadway cities, that is), and the tidbit in Kate Aurthur's story about the show's downfall that Spielberg wanted to get rid of Megan was mind-boggling. Like, did he not watch or hear any of the episodes? She was the spark.
Anyway, now that it's over, Hilty is starting to make the rounds at other events. Which means it's time to find a new stylist, or at least bump this one down to Defcon 2:
She needs to reconsider the leg bronzer, because her lower half looks like an Easter egg that sat in the PAAS for too long. This look has THREE dueling flesh tones: Her gams, her arms/face, and the beige part of the bodice, which itself is too negligee-adjacent for me to think it's as young and cute as she deserves it to be.
However, this has grown on me over time. Specifically, ever since I saw the one I'm about to show you, which WHAT:
First, her hairstyling here just aged her ten years. As for the rest of it… look, I have no patience or room in my life for the Real Housewives, so I really, really don't like that Megan Hilty is being dressed like one of the lesser ones.
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Chateau Purcari Maluri de Prut 2016, Moldova
Wine profile
Dry red wine
Full bodied
Stefan Voda District, Moldova.
Feteasca Neagra and Rara Neagra
Dry red wine, 75cl. Full bodied Feteasca Neagra and Rara Neagra blend from Stefan Voda District, Moldova. 13.5% ABV. Suitable for Vegetarians.
Maluri de Prut combines the best of both sides of the Prut River, harvesting the ripe indigenous varieties Feteasca Neagra and Rara Neagra. It has a vivid aroma of mulberries, raisins and vanilla while the palate is a balance of cherry and plums over a velvety tannin. Matured for 6 months in French oak barrique.
Pairs beautifully with: Steak, braised beef stew, lamb sausage casserole or Italian food like pasta bake or meatballs.
Cheese pairing: Hard and mature cheese like Cheddar.
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Wine profile
Dry red wine
Full bodied
Stefan Voda District, Moldova.
Feteasca Neagra and Rara Neagra


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image credit: The plague of blood" from "The Golden Haggadah," Catalonia, early.
This week Daniel and Karl are joined by Robin Holland for their discussion of Exodus Chapter 7. The plagues begin! There are magical battles between the Levite Bros. and Pharaoh! And we get to ask questions about free will, systems of dominance, and the natural creation.
You can listen by using the player below or by subscribing through iTunes or wherever you get your podcasts. Scroll down to read the midrash we discussed in today's episode.
Exodus 7
(Rashi, 7:1) נתתיך אלהים לפרעה This signifies I have made thee a judge and castigator — to castigate him with plagues and pains.
(Rashi, 7:1) יהיה נביאך [AARON] SHALL BE THY PROPHET — This must be understood as the Targum takes it: thy interpreter. Similarly, wherever this term of נבואה is mentioned it refers to a man who publicly proclaims and utters to the people words of reproof. It is of the same derivation as, (Isaiah 57:19) "utterance (ניב) of the lips"; (Proverbs 10:31) "it utters (ינוב) wisdom"; (I Samuel 10:13) "he made an end of proclaiming (התנבות)", which is in the book of Samuel. In old French we call him predicar; English preacher.
(Rashi, 7:3) ואני אקשה AND I WILL ALLOW [PHARAOH'S HEART] TO HARDEN — Since he has wickedly resisted Me, and it is manifest to Me that the heathen nations find no spiritual satisfaction in setting their whole heart to return to Me penitently, it is better that his heart should be hardened in order that My signs may be multiplied against him so that ye may recognise My divine power.
(Midrash Tanchuma, Vaera 3) Nevertheless, in the case of the first five plagues it is not stated, "The Lord hardened Pharaoh's heart" but "Pharaoh's heart was hardened" .
(Rashi, 7:4) את ידי this must be translated literally, "hand", (not "power") I will lay My hand upon Egypt to smite them.
(Midrash Rabbah) Aaron threw down his rod before Pharaoh, and it turned into a snake. Pharaoh summoned the wise men and sorcerers of Egypt . . . each threw down his rod, and they turned into snakes (7:10–12)
Pharaoh began to mock them and crow at them like a chicken, saying to them: "So these are the signs of your G‑d! It is usual for people to take goods to a place which has a shortage of them; but does one import brine into Apamea, or fish into Acco? Are you not aware that all kinds of magic are within my province?" He then called for children to be brought from school, and they also performed these wonders.
Said Moses: "To Herbtown one carries herbs."
(Exodus Rabbah 9:9 ; Rashi, 7:17) ונהפכו לדם AND THEY SHALL BE TURNED INTO BLOOD — Because rain does not fall in Egypt but the Nile rises and irrigates the land and the Egyptians on this account worshipped the Nile, therefore God first smote their deity and afterwards smote them..
(Mishnat Rabbi Eliezer) G‑d spoke to Moses: "Say to Aaron, 'Take your rod, and stretch out your hand upon the waters of Egypt'" (7:19)
The first three plagues—blood, frogs and lice—were brought on by Aaron. For G‑d said to Moses: The waters which protected you when you were cast into the River, and the soil which protected you when you buried the Egyptian—it is not fitting that they should be afflicted by your hand. Therefore, I shall afflict them through Aaron.
(Midrash Rabbah) In vessels of wood and in vessels of stone (7:19)
If an Egyptian and an Israelite were in one house where there was a barrel full of water, and the Egyptian went to fill a pitcher, he would discover that it contained blood; but the Israelite would drink water from the same barrel. If the Egyptian said to him, "Draw me some water with your own hand," and the Israelite gave it to him, it became blood. Even if he said to him, "Let us both drink from one vessel," the Israelite would drink water but the Egyptian would drink blood. Only when he had bought the water from the Israelite for money was the Egyptian able to drink water, and in this way the Israelites became rich.
(Midrash Rabbah) Seven days were completed, after G‑d had smitten the River (7:25)
With each of the plagues, Moses would warn them for 24 days, and the plague itself would last seven days.


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Joe, Sal, Murr and Q pose as unreceptive receptionists in an office waiting room, then they head off to a wax museum where they mingle with the stiff crowd. In tonight's double punishment, the two losers are taken on a chopper ride from hell.
The guys pose as employees at a copy center, conduct bizarre exit interviews for moviegoers and then lead some very peculiar protests. Later, it's Unhappy Hour for tonight's big loser, as he cuts off paying customers at a party.
The guys conduct focus groups to sell their illogical inventions created by the other guys, then head to a shoe store where they get off on the wrong foot. And tonight's big loser discovers he's more flight than fight at the zoo.
The guys play a game of copycat at the park while babysitting kids. Then, they hit the supermarket for an epic battle of catch and release, and tonight's loser learns that creeping around the gym is more uncomfortable than working out.
The guys ask strangers to help them bury bizarre items, then try to cling onto strangers' cars, and tonight's big loser makes enemies at an auction house.
The guys pose as crabby NYC cab drivers, then they head to the park to solicit undeserved congratulations. In tonight's special travel punishment, the big loser plays sheriff in an old Nevada town full of outlaws.
The guys pose as crummy cashiers at a grocery store then head to the mall for a touching game involving laser pointers. Tonight's big loser is soaked with embarrassment after making it clear that he's #1.
The guys pose as inhospitable restaurant hosts, then beg strangers to babysit their grandfathers. Plus tonight's punishment is the longest in Jokers' history.
The guys play helpless oddballs in a waiting room, then they ask grocery shoppers for crash. Tonight's big loser becomes the #1 enemy of women everywhere.
The guys make passes at supermarket shoppers, then pose as reporters. With a painfully invasive punishment tonight's loser is the butt of the joke.
Joe, Sal, Q and Murr hit a bull's-eye at a clothing store and sabotage each other in a focus group. Tonight's big loser is called upon at a book reading.
Murr, Joe, Sal and Q go head to head in a focus group. Then they spread confusion at a bagel shop before hitting all the wrong notes in the park. Tonight's big loser gets hunted down during a humiliating walk of shame.
Sal, Q, Murr and Joe take name calling to a whole new level and they ask for bogus donations. Tonight's big loser gets a shave that's too close for comfort.
The guys show who's boss at a fast food joint, and whisper sweet nothings at a grocery store; the big loser helps a cow in labor, and almost buys the farm.
Murr, Joe, Sal and Q bark up the wrong tree while posing as employees for a pet store. They then head to the market for a game that throws everything up in the air. Tonight's big loser virtually loses his mind after entering a world he's never visited.
Joe, Q, Sal and Murr look for partners in crime at a supermarket and throw caution to the wind as helpless romantics. Tonight's big loser has a serious wardrobe malfunction.
Joe, Q, Sal and Murr spin a wheel and creep out shoppers at a mall. Tonight's big loser gets soaked, enraged and totally shocked.
The guys dress to the nines, but act like zeroes while trying to get sympathy. Tonight's big loser faces the music in a tone deaf punishment.
The guys ask strangers for help with big items at a grocery store and give some entrepreneurial tips to some unfortunate souls. Tonight;s big loser strikes out at a little league softball game while being "that dad".
The guys shock shoppers by going footloose and fancy free in a discount score. Then they pose insane questions to strangers in a park. Tonight's big loser is taken for a wild ride in a decked out wheelchair that he can't control.
The guys make fools of each other as restaurant managers, name that (made up) tune with strangers and then head to the park for some awkward fun in the sun. Tonight's big loser gets wrapped up in a birthday surprise.
The guys give an eye opening experience at a glasses store and convince grocery store shoppers to pass ridiculous messages while shopping. Tonight's big loser gives back at a Career Day assembly that's divorced from reality.
Sal, Murr, Joe and Q give all you can eat buffet customers all they can handle. Also, they turn into real power tools while teaching workshops at a hardware store. Tonight's big loser suffers a punishment that will make your skin crawl.
Murr, Joe, Sal and Q serve up raw deals while working the counter at a pawn shop and also try to convince strangers in the park to give them hugs after some heartfelt and bizarre apologies. Tonight's big loser performs his own life story as a song in front of an audience he wishes had other plans.
Joe, Sal, Q and Murr show up at a supermarket with belts on and its deja vu in the park as the guys try to reminisce with total strangers. Tonight, the three big losers are through an epic trial by fire.
The Impractical Jokers join Nitro Circus to bring you obstacle courses, high flying jumps and a punishment unlike anything you've seen before.


text: I can't remember if I have posted about these paper dolls before or not. You can download the center drawing seen above HERE. There is the option of printing a page of small dolls, or one large doll. We have done both. I have provided the kids with a bag of scraps, yarn, and glue and let them cut out "clothes" and decorate the smaller dolls (printed on cardstock) and then hung as ornaments or used as gift tags as suggested on the website where I downloaded them. While the same can be done with the larger dolls, my kids actually just like to color them. Using white out and a marker I modified the dolls. I keep lots of these copies for moments when I need to keep everybody busy at the table for a few minutes (because lets face it, my kids don't do anything for longer than a few minutes unless it involves large quantities of mud).


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VersionTracker Acquired by CNET
VersionTracker, an online publication for software updates, has been acquired by CNET. Terms of the deal were not disclosed.
With this integration deal, VersionTracker and its sister sites iPhone Atlas and MacFixIt will be incorporated into the CNET family as well. This gives VersionTracker a larger audience and access to more resources, while CNET expands its niche sites and grows its offerings of Mac information on the web. This has shaped up to be a great year for blogs. Freakanomics, TreeHugger and WorldHum have all been acquired this summer.


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Mamoru Oshii's Musashi Samurai Film Posts 2nd Trailer
posted on by Egan Loo
The official Japanese website for Production I.G's Miyamoto Musashi: Sōken ni Haseru Yume (Musashi: The Dream of the Last Samurai) anime film has begun streaming with its second trailer on Wednesday. (The website is still streaming the first trailer.) The film will open in Japan on June 13. ANN is hosting yet another trailer with different visuals and English subtitles.
Award-winning anime creator and director Mamoru Oshii (Patlabor, Ghost in the Shell, The Sky Crawlers) developed and wrote the film, which deals with "the fact and fiction about the Niten Ichi-ryū of Musashi Miyamoto, the seeker of the way of the invincible sword." Miyamoto is a legendary swordsmen who pioneered the Hyōhō Niten Ichi-ryū style of two-sword fighting and wrote The Book of Five Rings, a book that has been compared to Sun Tzu's The Art of War for its insight on tactics and strategy.
Mizuho Nishikubo, an animation director for Oshii's Ghost in the Shell films, Patlabor 2: The Movie, The Sky Crawlers, and the anime sequence in Kill Bill: Volume 1, is in charge of the actual direction of the film. Samurai Champloo and Kill Bill: Volume 1 animation director Kazuto Nakazawa, designed the characters, while Kazuchika Kise (Blood+, Evangelion: 1.0 You Are (Not) Alone, Ghost in the Shell films) is supervising the animation process.
The historical Miyamoto figure has directly or indirectly inspired several earlier manga and anime stories. Perhaps the most popular manga based on Miyamoto is Takehiko Inoue's ongoing epic samurai series, Vagabond.
Thank you to Brian Ruh for the news tip.
Image © 2009 Production I.G/Miyamoto Musashi Production Committee


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- 1/2 cup walnuts
- 1 1/4 cups (packed) dates
- 3 tbsp unsweetened cocoa
- 1 tsp instant coffee
- 1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
- 1/4 cup chocolate chips
Add nuts and dates into food processor and blend well. Then add in cocoa, coffee, vanilla and chocolate chips and blend a bit more until all the ingredients are mixed, chopped up and the texture is moldable.
Form into whatever shapes you'd like! Store these in a sealed container in the fridge. They will last for quite a while, unless you're like myself and devour these within the first few days. These get better with age; after storing them in the fridge for a few hours, the flavors fuse so well. They get even more addicting after a day or two, so hands off for a bit folks.


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High-Tech Line 💙 Diese Spitzen sind ein Schatzfund technologischer Lösungen, angepasst für die ehrgeizigsten Dessous Projekte. Leavers-Optic Spitzen können für Bustiers, Bodies, Bustiers und Unterhosen genutzt werden - sie scheinen zerbrechlich, können aber die größten Strapazen meistern!
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