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The goal: Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. The team will take up to five days to reach the summit. At over 19,200ft it's the highest mountain in Africa and is the largest free standing mountain in the world. Equatorial to arctic conditions are present on Kilimanjaro. The range begins with the warm, dry plains with average temperatures of 30ºC, ascends through a wide belt of wet tropical forest, through zones with generally decreasing temperatures and rainfall, to the summit where there is permanent ice and temperatures of -30ºC. Malaria , blisters and high altitude sickness, are just some of the hazards facing the team
I THINK it was when Bombardier Robson started talking about trench foot and other nasties that might afflict us en-route that realisation dawned on me that our attempted ascent of Kilimanjaro in Tanzania was going to be no picnic, writes Surrey Advertiser deputy editor, Janet Russell.
We were at our first training session with the Army Training Corps at Pirbright. - a motley crew ranging in age from 16 to 50 something, dressed in an interesting range of attire from designer sportsgear to boy scout circa 1960!
Now at this point I think I should explain that I am the wrong side of 50, not exactly in the peak of fitness, with rotten knees and several failed attempts to get fit behind me. Oh yes, I am afraid of heights and can count on the fingers of one hand the number of hills I have struggled up in my life.
I must also say that I don't actually recall agreeing to be part of Operation Kili, hatched up by fundraising director Christine Allen and medics at the Royal Surrey County Hospital to raise money for the Abracadabra Appeal. It just sort of happened, the way these things often do.
One day Christine and phlebotomist Jane Corfield visited me in my office on another matter and mentioned, in passing, an idea of doing a sponsored climb.
I think I said something along the lines of "Wow, that sounds exciting" and the next thing I knew was that an envelope arrived on my desk containing "Janet's Kilimanjaro Information Pack" with my name prominently displayed as a member of the team.
Sleepless nights followed. I imagined myself abandoned on the mountain as the other members of the team strode ahead onwards and upwards with a vigour I could not hope to match.
I dreaded being the one to fail. After meeting other members of the 12- strong team, I began to relax and realise I wasn't the only one with a long way to go until I was match fit. But it is clear that if I am to stand any chance of succeeding next February I will need to work very hard indeed to improve my stamina and overall fitness. I will need to train at least three times a week.
My physiotherapist Adam, who had been working on the said knees, was encouraging and showed me lots of exercises to get them back into shape - just have to remember to keep doing them now that my treatment has ended.
I have dug out a YMCA fitness video I had lurking in the back of a drawer and am trying to fit in the odd walk in my lunch hour.
Capt Sulle Alhaji and his team at Pirbright are drawing up a fitness plan for us all and we have now started a weekly training session thanks to the generosity of Charterhouse Club which invited us to join AJ's "Mission Impossible" class. I'm not sure if the title describes the challenge we face in keeping up with the much fitter regular class members or the task he faces in trying to get us fit.
Over the coming months I will be reporting on the team's progress, both in training and fund-raising, for the main purpose of the enterprise is to raise many thousands of pounds towards the Abracadabra Appeal's initial £1 million target. The money will be used to build a much-needed new unit for children and adolescents at the Royal Surrey County Hospital in Guildford.
The Surrey Advertiser has lent its name to the appeal and I am very fortunate that it is meeting my share of the expedition costs. I will be paying for equipment and any other expenses so that every penny I raise in sponsorship will go directly to the appeal.
Other sponsors so far include Embroider Me of Woking which has kitted the team out with T-shirts; British Airways which has provided six free and six cheap ticket; Ecco, which recently moved its UK headquarters to Surrey, is providing high-tech footwear that will stand up to all the different conditions we will experience on the mountain, and Columbia Sportswear is supplying us with our cold weather gear.
If you would like to sponsor the team please ring me on 01483 508925. Alternative you can fill in the form right and send it with your donation to the address on the coupon. As each member of the team is pledged to raise at least £2,000 any contribution, however small, will be greatly appreciated.


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I don't know if any of you noticed, but when you go to print a page using the print button, there is now a copyright message with the site slogan displayed at the bottom of the page, in place of the page revision/Creative Commons license/wikidot hosting message that used to be there. What do you guys think of this? Does it show up okay in your browser?
I've never looked at the print tool before. But everything seems to look fine, except LaTeX formulas keep their background color. I wish there were a way to fix this, but there doesn't appear to be a transparent background color setting.
Yeah, I looked for a way to make the background transparent, but didn't find anything either. Maybe you could see if thornahawk knows of a way to do that?
However troublesome it might be, we could manually edit the images to have transparent backgrounds.
BTW, I still see this:
"Unless stated otherwise Content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 License"
Did you actually print out the page, or did you simply press the print button? The reason I ask is because the Creative Commons license/page revision/Wikidot hosting message will show up in the print popup window, but they shouldn't show up when you print a page. If you don't want to print out a page, you can simply check it by going into the File menu and clicking on Print Preview.
Are you serious? Can you post a picture of that? I've tried it in Firefox, and it works correctly. It doesn't show up in IE, but I can live with that because the other things don't show up either.
Thanks for the picture. After doing some experimenting, it seems I simply forgot to turn off the floating. Does that problem happen with any other pages?
EDIT: When I added float:none to the page, it corrected the footer display problem, but it had an undesirable side-effect: it screwed up the rest of the pages that use floating. So, I came up with an alternative solution, which was just clearing the floats. I believe that should work with any page, regardless of the content.
It looks fine now. Line is at the bottom, and all the other text seems to be formatted correctly.
That's good to hear :)


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Music I want to actually pay for:
- The Wedding Present, "Take Fountain" (due out 2/14/2005)
- new Sage Francis, "Healthy Distrust" (I'll probably buy this at his show later this month)
- LCD Soundsystem (due out 2/15/2005)
- new …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead, "Worlds Apart"
- Louis XIV, "Illegal Tender" (their song, "Finding Out True Love Is Blind" — It. So. Good.) (playing Feb. 22 at The Meow Meow with Hot Hot Heat
- Ray LaMontagne, "Trouble"
Hmmm… any more suggestions? Comment away, commenting mofos!
Sorry, I keep updating this post with new stuff as I remember. Technically, I should be adding them in the comments myself, but it's my site and I'll do as I please…)


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Downtown Campbellsville – Main Street
The Burton Building sold June 1, 2010 and is now being renovated. There are new repairs to the masonry, windows, and roofing. The original iron work and glass transom in the rear has been restored. The interior is remodeled for offices and upstairs condo.
The new year also brings a new decade. The decade 2010-2020 is all about revitalization in Campbellsville.
The streetscape renovation on Columbia Street (from Main Street to Broadway) is now complete. It includes new lighting, sidewalk-hardscapes, and landscaping. It's also part of the larger renovation to Veterans War Memorial near Main Street.


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Music Releases 10-16-20
Wildflowers & All the Rest [3LP]
The 3 LP edition contains the original 1994ĀWildflowersĀalbum (remastered) with 15 tracks on two LPs. LP 3 containsĀAll The Rest, the 10 songs from theĀWildflowersĀsessions that were left off the album, 5 of which are previously unreleased.
|Tom Petty
Fake It Flowers [LP]
beabadoobee has navigated the world of global touring, viral fame and musical creation to work towards a dazzling debut album. 'Fake It Flowers' is a testament to this. Bea adopts a mature sound, where her familiar warm, fuzzy lo-fi lies between strings & melodies, bringing the raw honesty of her DIY roots into a new era.
|$18.98 Digital: $9.99
Blue Note Re:imagined [2 LP]
Legendary labels Decca Records and Blue Note have joined forces for Blue Note Re:imagined; a brand-new collection of 16 classic Blue Note tracks, reworked and newly recorded by a selection of the UK sceneÆs most exciting young talents.Representing a bridge between the ground-breaking labelÆs past and future, the project will feature contributions from a rollcall of internationally acclaimed jazz, soul and R&B acts including Shabaka Hutchings, Ezra Collective, Nubya Garcia, Mr Jukes, Steam Down, Skinny Pelembe, Emma-Jean Thackray, Poppy Ajudha, Jordan Rakei and Brit Award-winning Jorja Smith, whose version of St GermainÆs Rose Rouge is released June 9th.
|Various Artists
Strange Days
The StrutsÆ new album, Strange Days, will be released on October 16th. The band, who had not been together since February, all received COVID-19 tests before moving into producer Jon Levine's home. Sleeping on couches and air mattresses, the rock project was written and recorded with urgency: 10 songs in 10 days! Features Albert Hammond Jr (The Strokes), Robbie Williams, Tom Morello and Def LeppardÆs Joe Elliott & Phil Collen. With a cover of KISSÆ ōDo You Love Meö. Mixed by Claudius Mittendorfer.
|The Struts
Pressure [Red LP]
Singer/guitarist Tyler Bryant wrote "Crazy Days" to help him deal with the insanity that is 2020. There were zero plans to have it be the lead-off single for a fourth album, Pressure, whose 13 blues-infused, timeless rock songs create a full-circle journey that both embraces and distracts Guest vocals include Charlie Starr of Blackberry Smoke. and Rebecca Lovell of the duo Larkin Poe. Red LP.
|Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown
|$29.98 Digital: $9.99
Andro [Blue/Pink Splatter LP]
|Tommy Lee
SKOOL LUV AFFAIR: Special Addition
Photo Book, Photo Card (8 versions, Random), CD (1 ea), DVD (2 ea). All sales count towards Soundscan and the US Billboard Charts, as well as the Korean Hanteo and Gaon charts.ĀĀ
I Don't Feel Well
Amidst the backdrop of a global pandemic, political unrest, and wildfires
raging across the western United States, Josh Klinghoffer hunkered down and found the inspiration to complete the sophomore album for his latest project, Pluralone. The release, aptly titled "I Don't Feel Well," comes on the heels of Pluralone's critically acclaimed debut album, "To Be One With You." In some ways, "I Don't Feel Well" seems like a natural progression of the Pluralone project, just as dynamic and fluid in it's arrangements, but more focused in it's execution. Similar to "To Be One With You," Klinghoffer leans heavily on piano and keyboards for the foundation of most songs, with some outliers such as the anthemic guitar-heavy track, 'Mother Nature.' The album weaves sparse rhythmic moments with grandiose arrangements of strings and layered vocals, showcasing Klinghoffer's impressive range and signature falsetto. By all accounts, "I Don't Feel Well" is a reflection of the trying times we find ourselves in; often dark and reflective, but with a glimmer of hope and underlying themes of solidarity, something we could use a bit more of these days.
The Walking Dead: Saints & Sinners (Original Soundtrack) [2CD Complete Collection]
Relive the soundtrack from "The Walking Dead: Saints & Sinners" VR zombie experience. The gripping complete collection brings to life the horrifying journey through walker-infested New Orleans. This 2-CD set features 56 Bayou-inspired songs and compositions by Michael David Peter & Joshua Mosely, with muddy re-imaginings of songs like "When The Levee Breaks", "In The Pines" and "When The Saints Go Marching In". Immerse and ask yourself: are you a saint or a sinner?
Also available on Red/Green/Clear Smoke colored 3LP with Alternative Cover
|Various Artists
Massey Fucking Hall [Indie Exclusive Limited Edition Cherry Bomb LP]
Massey Fucking Hall, the upcoming live album from Japandroids, captures the power and intensity that have made the band one of indie rockÆs most beloved live acts. The Canadian duo on guitar and drums, bring a wall of sound that delivers a full dose of raw and un¼hinged emotion to sixteen fan favorites that span the bandÆs storied career. sonically this is Japandroids perfection, capturing the energy that has long made their live shows so electrifying; performed at the legendary Massey Hall in Toronto.
Waiting Out The Storm [LP]
Vinyl LP pressing. 2020 release. Nashville-based performer Jeremy Ivey has operated in the background for years as a songwriter/guitarist with his wife, celebrated country-rock luminary Margo Price. Ivey is back in the spotlight with his sophomore solo album Waiting Out The Storm via Anti- Records. Produced by Price, the ten-song album finds Jeremy Ivey expanding his sound with his band the Extraterrestrials. On Waiting Out The Storm, an album with electricity coursing through it's veins, Ivey zooms out to take a widescreen look at the world around us-the landscape, the people that populate it, and the ways in which we help each other survive against all odds. Ivey, who writes prolifically and cites Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan as influences, evokes "'Mutations'-era Beck along with classic country" (Rolling Stone). His solo material travels through a wide spectrum of classic folk, gently frayed psychedelia, pop, and a bit of Southern rock.
|Jeremy Ivey
Destiny Hotel [Brown LP]
Cordovas new album Destiny Hotel is a work of wild poetry and wide-eyed abandon, set to a glorious collision of folk, country and groove-heavy rock-and-roll. A major creative milestone for the Tennessee band, the album harnesses the freewheeling energy of their live show more than ever, while lifting their songwriting to a whole new level of sophistication. The result is a batch of songs that ruminate and rhapsodize with equal intensity, inviting endless celebration on the way to transcendence.
Serpentine Prison [LP]
After a series of stand-alone singles and a release under the moniker EL VY (with Brent Knopf of Menomena), Serpentine Prison is the first solo record from GRAMMY-Award winning artist Matt Berninger of The National. Recorded with and produced by the legendary Booker T. Jones, it's a collection of deeply personal songs dripped in Booker's signature Memphis sound perfectly blended with Berninger's unmistakable baritone.
|Matt Berninger
NCT - The 2nd Album RESONANCE Pt. 1 [The Future Ver.]
NCTÆs 2nd full-length album æNCT - The 2nd Album RESONANCE Pt. 1Æ will be released with a total of 12 tracks. With NCT's new combination of the members and various music genres, the album is already highly anticipated by their fans around the globe. The album includes 1 photobook, 1 folded poster (random 1 out of 3), 1 photo card (random 1 out of 23), one post card (random 1 out of 23). This is an official release from SM Entertainment and Caroline & will count towards Billboard and Gaon Charts.
Sign [2LP]
Double vinyl LP pressing. Includes digital download. Sign is Autechre's first new album-album proper since Elseq and contains some of their most emosh compositions in eons, perhaps since Tri Repetae. Practically pocket-sized in comparison to their sprawling torrent of live material and radio recordings in recent years, Sign is a return to the sort of concision found circa Exai and their earlier albums. Effectively they've gotten better to grips with their live set-up, and the hyper ideas found in their work-in-progress demonstrations on the five volume Elseq and 8hrs of NTS Sessions have been refined into moments of crystalline ambient baroque beauty and liquid-limbed swag on Sign.
Someone New [LP]
A unique transformation occurs the moment a lover lays eyes on your bedroom for the first time: the room is suddenly, involuntarily no longer your own. Your curated ōyouö is subject to the impressions of the other, and you try hard to adopt this filter yourself, wondering what information the objects and their position suggest about you. If, in moments like these, the new gaze seems to almost conjure the room, a desperate question arises: what remains of the room without the other? With no external sources of appraisal or affirmation, where does the stuff of the self reside, and how does it take shape?
These blood-deep paranoias set the stage for Helena DelandÆs debut album, Someone New, an exploration of gender, power, time and the ōselfö that finds Deland in full control of her sound and style, even as she asks whether control is ever possible. The album was written and recorded over a period of two years, beginning with DelandÆs guitar and expanding into a lavish sonic sphere that blends elements of hypnagogic pop and classic folk. DelandÆs voice ties it all together, sometimes hushed in a whisper, sometimes shrouded in distortion, and sometimes full and clear ¢ but always inviting the listener into her world.
|Helena Deland
Live From The Forum MMXVIII [2CD/Blu-ray]
Live album on two CDs, paired with the concert film on Blu-ray
Live Album And Concert Film Captures Definitive, 26-Song Performance Recorded Live Over Three Nights At The Forum In Los Angeles In September 2018
The Eagles spent most of 2018 on the road with an extensive North American tour that found Don Henley, Joe Walsh, and Timothy B. Schmit joined by two new bandmates: Deacon Frey and Vince Gill. Earning rave reviews from fans and critics alike, the quintet was firing on all cylinders when they arrived at the Forum in Los Angeles for three sold-out, hometown shows on September 12, 14, and 15. Highlights from all three shows have now been compiled for a new 26-song live album and concert film LIVE FROM THE FORUM MMXVIII.
LIVE FROM THE FORUM MMXVIII captures definitive live performances of the bandÆs most iconic hits (ōHotel California,ö ōTake It Easy,ö ōLife In The Fast Lane,ö ōDesperadoö) and beloved album tracks (ōOlÆ 55,ö ōThose Shoesö), along with some of the individual membersÆ biggest solo smashes (Don HenleyÆs ōBoys Of Summer,ö Vince GillÆs ōDonÆt Let Our Love Start SlippinÆ Away,ö Joe WalshÆs ōRocky Mountain Wayö).
Sundowner [LP]
To Whom It May Concern,
I am here to announce that my new album, Sundowner, will be out October 16th, 2020 via Dead Oceans. THE WRITING: (KANSAS CITY, KANSAS) In the winter of 2017 I moved back to my hometown of Kansas City from Los Angeles. The move was sudden and unforeseen, just as I was tying a bow on the writing process for what would become my 2019 album, Oh My God. I bought a Four Track Tascam model 424 off of an old friend to help me get to the finish line, but much to my surprise and excitement, this new piece of equipment in my all-but-bare home didn't help complete one album but rather inspire another: Sundowner. The new collection of songs came quickly and effortlessly as I did my best not to resist or refine the songs, but instead let them take shape all on their own. As the songs kept coming I cleared out the crowded shed that was sitting dormant in my backyard and built a makeshift studio before adding drums, lead guitar and piano to complete the demos. Each day I would teach myself basic recording techniques, watching the channels illuminate and pulse as if the machine were breathing, and then emerge in the evenings as the sun was getting low: - around 5:30 in the winter, when the Kansan sunsets look icy and distant, like a pink ember inside of a display case, and 9 o'clock in the summer, when the sunsets are warm and abstract. Landing back home felt jarring juxtaposed with a life full of chaos and adventure with my band on the road. But at the very least, I was happy to have - for the first time in my adulthood - a place to close the door, with no temptations other than to work on music and reflect on what I had built since I left. It was a new form of isolation, one I had never explored or expected to experience. Not ready to let go of the hand of the California desert, I spent the winter decorating the best I knew how; with mementos from my previous home, cactus and aloe vera and covering the walls in pinewood - immediately earning my house it's nickname, The Little Los Angeles. THE RECORDING: Sonic Ranch, Neve Room, Tornillo, Texas In January 2019 I contacted my friend and producer Brad Cook to help recreate what I had made in my shed. We chose to work in Texas; we wanted to make sure the record was done far away from any coastline, and in the heart of America. Brad played bass and some keys on the album, but beyond that he encouraged and inspired me to play almost everything else. All lead guitar, proper drums (save the drums on "A Night At The Little Los Angeles"), mellotron and what I believe to be the albums secret weapon - a WWII era collapsible and slightly out-of-tune pump organ - were performed by me. We did, however, bring in James Krivchenia towards the end of the session to fill out the percussion. It was an honor to work with him as he built maracas from pecans and played on the floor of the live room, adding flourish wherever he saw fit. On the last evening of the session, after everything had wrapped, we all climbed on top of an empty water tower on the property, giving us a view in all directions. To the North you could see an endless Texas, with long wisps of cirrus clouds above the desert floor, and to the South there was Mexico, the recent detention camps only a mile beyond, with large cumulus clouds hovering over, bringing us to an ominous pause. To the West, towards the setting sun, the two families of clouds merged, holding the last light of the day in purple and orange. Below, a freight train cut the landscape in half as it whistled in the distance. AFTER Almost as soon as the session wrapped, I was off and away on press trips and then proper tours for Oh My God, which came out in April that same year. Sundowner sat inside of a hard drive back at Sonic Ranch and did not see the light of day, until I found myself, as did the rest of the world, stuck inside their home and in quarantine in March 2020. My second year of touring for Oh My God was cancelled. Brad, Jerry and I worked from our respective homes, sending notes back and forth as we worked alone but together to mix the album, and suddenly, just like that, Sundowner was finished. Songs, like sunsets, are fleeting, and it's only due to a willingness and desire to catch them that you ever, if even only for a moment, grab a hold of one. When writing Sundowner, I was lucky to have had the Tascam 424 there to help capture both. Sundowner is my attempt to put the Middle American twilight - it's beauty profound, though not always immediate - into sound. It is a depiction of isolation. Of the past. Of an uncertain future. Of provisions. Of an omen. Of a dead deer. Of an icon. Of a Los Angeles themed hotel in rural Kansas. Of billowing campfires, a mermaid and a highway lined in rabbit fur. It is a depiction of the nervous feeling that comes with the sky's proud announcement that another day will be soon coming to a close as the pink light recedes and the street lamps and house lights suddenly click on. Kevin Morby, Kansas, 2020.
|Kevin Morby
Album No. 8 [LP]
Vinyl LP pressing. 2020 release. One of the UK's best-selling female recording artists of all time, Katie Melua returns with Album No. 8.
|Katie Melua
|$22.98 Digital: $11.49
Arm In Arm [Limited Edition Paint Splatter LP]
SteepĀCanyonĀRangers are Asheville, North Carolina's GRAMMY winners, perennial Billboard chart-toppers, and frequent collaborators of the renowned banjoist (and occasional comedian) Steve Martin. Since coming onto the bluegrass scene at the dawn of the millennium,ĀSteepĀCanyonĀRangers have been on a journey and continue to push the boundaries of the genre. Their newest work, Arm in Arm, finds the band in a unique position where their sound is much more Americana than their bluegrass origins. Produced byĀBrandon BellĀ(Zac Brown, John Prine) and featuringĀOliver WoodĀof the Wood Brothers andĀMichael BeardenĀ(music director for Michael Jackson), the Rangers continue to hone their craft with unlikely collaborators while developing a sound that is uniquely their own.
|Steep Canyon Rangers
Essential 1961-1965 [2CD]
2 CDs / 40 Tracks - Remastered from the analog tapes this definitive collectors edition features material which Gladys recorded in her early career between 1961 and 1965, before joining Motown. A majority of tracks were recorded for Producer Bobby Robinson's Fury and Enjoy labels, along with later material recorded for the Maxx label under the direction of Van McCoy. Includes her first hits 'Every Beat of My Heart' and 'Letter Full of Tears,' Don Covay's 'Come See About Me,' and many great early Soul classics. Includes carefully annotated liner notes; this is the most complete and best sounding retrospect of her and the Pips formative years. Sunset Blvd Records will donate $1.00 from each unit sold of Essential 1961 - 1965 to Black Lives Matter.
|Gladys Knight & The Pips
Through his new album "S16", Woodkid questions the notion of scale, from infinitely large to infinitely small, the balance of forces between human & industrial, the idea of collective & individual responsibility for creating a world on the verge of breakdown. Accompanying us with his powerful, warm, reassuring voice laid bare, WOODKID leans, as always, towards the symphonic, the making of an entire intimate universe. The album reflects the times on a global scale: moving and human. 180g LP.
Impossible Weight [LP]
The third full-length from Deep Sea Diver, Impossible Weight is a work of sublime highs and mesmerizing lows, its restless intensity both unsettling and transcendent. Co-produced by bandleader Jessica Dobson and Andy D. Park, the album's lush textures and mercurial arrangements reveal the limitless imagination of DobsonÆs guitar work (which sheÆs previously shown in playing lead guitar for Beck and The Shins) and fully illuminates the power of her vocals.
|Deep Sea Diver
|$21.98 Digital: $9.99
Hear Me Out / Mambo Sun [Indie Exclusive Limited Edition Yellow 12in Vinyl Single]
Never before released tracks from the Beneath the Eyrie recording session including a cover of the classic T.Rex song ōMambo Sunö
Empty Horses [LP]
Artist, illustrator, writer and lo-fi innovator, Tobin Sprout was the super-productive partner of Robert Pollard in the legendary Guided By Voices. The gifted songwriter returns with a pensive, expansive part autobiographical new album 'Empty Horses'. Here he's part Townes Van Zandt, part John Prine, part Robbie Robertson at his retrospective best. The album is a meticulously observed study of America and Americana (not the music, but the state of mind). An alternative American Songbook, if you will, a collection of laments to simpler times and the struggle for what's right, peppered with an examination of faith and the search for a sense of justice. Close up and personal, 'Empty Horses' is a poignant carefully etched experience, a rolling journey in modern times, nodding back to tradition, a personal snapshot filled with honesty. 'Empty Horses' is released on vinyl LP and also a deluxe bookback CD, beautifully packed with 24 pages
|Tobin Sprout
All's Well That Ends Well [Limited Edition Pink LP]
Since their formation, Chiodos have been focuses on creating something different while letting their diverse influences shine through. Their resulting debut full length is only definable as a melting pot of electronic beats behind piano, metal guitar riffs and poppy melodic vocal lines that leave you humming. Heavy and harsh at one moment beautiful and serene the next, seemingly as a rul staying away from "verse-chorus-verse" song writing. Influenced by Saves the Day, Queen and at the Drive In, Chidos create a sound both intense and versatile as they cross musical boundaries.
|$19.98 Digital: $11.49
Shatner Clause (Splatter Version Edition) [LP]
Splatter Version Edition. The year's best stocking stuffer! A limited edition SPLATTER vinyl of the first ever Christmas album from the godfather of dramatic musical interpretations and a legend of stage and screen, Mr. William Shatner! Features an incredible cast of supporting players such as Henry Rollins, Billy Gibbons, Judy Collins, Brad Paisley, Rick Wakeman, Iggy Pop, Todd Rundgren, Joe Louis Walker and more! This is a holiday treat the whole family can enjoy with gorgeous and fun arrangements of these holiday classics as well as an original tune "One For You, One For Me!"
|William Shatner
Only Child [LP]
Single Black Vinyl Disc, 150 Gram, Standard Jacket, 12öx 12ö insert, with D/L code
|Sasha Sloan
|$20.98 Digital: $7.99
MipsoÆs sixth studio album (self-titled) offers a stunning glimpse into the next musical chapter for this intriguing band. Their Rounder debut masterfully harnesses the remarkable talent and rare collective rapport to deliver their most fully realized recording to date. The 12-track project is an evolution. Their meticulous songcraft and tender vocal harmonies reach new heights. Simultaneously, band explorations in sounds, textures and tempo finds Mipso forging exciting new musical territory.
Big Vibe [LP]
|$20.98 Digital: $9.99
Hysteria At The O2 [Limited Edition 2CD]
The legacy of Hysteria is undeniable. A classic album that was four years in the making, it dominated the charts for two years, achieved certified Diamond status and brought worldwide superstardom to Def Leppard back in 1987. Then in December 2018 Sheffield's finest made their long-awaited debut at London's O2 Arena and to honour the event, Def Leppard performed the ground-breaking Hysteria album in its entirety. Limited Edition 2-CD.
|Def Leppard
Hits Vegas - Live At Planet Hollywood [Limited Edition 2CD]
Hits Vegas, Live At Planet Hollywood is a 28-song deep dive into not only their greatest hits, but rarities such as "Too Late For Love," "Billy's Got A Gun," "Slang" and "Promises." Highlighting Def Leppard's versatility, Hits Vegas presents a livewire stage show with two stages and video walls, punctuated with intimate, acoustic renditions of rarely performed songs "Let Me Be The One," "We Belong," "Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad," and "Two Steps Behind." Limited Edition 2-CD.
|Def Leppard
Young Culture [LP]
|Young Culture
Throes Of Joy In The Jaws Of Defeatism [LP]
From the pinnacle of confrontational instrumental extremity and steadfast lyrical humanity, Napalm Death's new album warps musical landscapes all over again. The 16th studio album by UK's Gods of Grind and much anticipated follow-up to 2015's acclaimed "Apex Predator - Easy Meat" includes 12 songs seething with caustic evolution and unrelenting scope.
|Napalm Death
Be True To Yourself
Joey Molland's first album of new material in nearly 10 years. Contains the singles "Rainy Day Man" & "Better Tomorrow". New song "Shine" written by Joey Molland, Pete Ham & Mark Hudson. Produced by Mark Hudson (Nilsson, Aerosmith, Ozzy Osborne)The story of Badfinger is arguably rock's saddest and most tragic tale.
|Joey Molland
Def Jam Forward
"Def Jam Forward" 2020 election Music. The music for the fight of Freedom for Social injustice Featuring Kanye West. Public Enemy, Logic, YG, Nas, Big Sean and many more.
|Various Artists
Live From The Troubadour
Recorded October 16, 2019, Tanya Tucker Live From The Troubadour features a cache of her #1 hits, like Tucker's smash first single "Delta Dawn" plus "Strong Enough To Bend," "What's Your Mama's Name," and "Would You Lay with Me (In a Field of Stone)". With sublime medley of Springsteen's "I'm on Fire" & Cash's "Ring of Fire" and tracks from GRAMMY-winning Country Album Of The Year, While I'm Livin', like "Mustang Ridge," "The Wheels of Laredo," "Hard Luck," and the poignant title track.
|Tanya Tucker
Slippin' And Slidin'
Their names are familiar to anyone who grew up on SoCal rock. In various combinations, guitarists Danny Kortchmar and Waddy Wachtel, bassist Leland Sklar, and drummer Russ Kunkel contributed to countless albums by James Taylor, Jackson Browne, Linda Ronstadt, Carole King, and Don Henley, among many others. What they ve never done is make a record on their own, but after nearly 50 years of playing together, these veterans have finally done just that. Calling themselves the Immediate Family, a nod to their connections to classic-rock all-stars, the band which also includes singer, guitarist, and fellow Los Angeles resident Steve Postell. The concept of the Immediate Family emerged when Kortchmar was approached by a Japanese label to make an album of his songs old and new. Since his fellow session veterans were all in town, Kortchmar recruited them as his band. But as he says, While we were recording, it was obvious that we should keep it going, so we made it a band at that point. It just all fell together. "Slippin' And Sliddin" is the results of those recordings.
|The Immediate Family
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Selling England By The Pound & Spectral Mornings: Live at Hammersmith [Deluxe 2CD+DVD]
Deluxe two CD + DVD edition. The concert was recorded at the Hammersmith Eventim Apollo, the final night of the tour. Steve Hackett was joined by his touring band of Roger King (keyboards), Jonas Reingold (bass), Rob Townsend (saxes/flutes), Craig Blundell (drums and percussion) with Nad Sylvan on vocals. Special guests for this performance were Steve's brother John Hackett (flute) and Amanda Lehmann (guitar and vocals). This was a very special tour for Steve Hackett as it brought together his favorite album from his time as guitarist with Genesis - Selling England By The Pound - which Steve and his band performed live in it's entirety for the first time. The show also featured selected tracks from Steve's personal favourite album from his extensive solo career "Spectral Mornings", together with tracks from his acclaimed 2019 release "At The Edge Of Light".
|Steve Hackett
Transmissions [LP+7in]
In 1970, nine years after leaving the United States to study music in Canada, Beverly Glenn-Copeland released two self-titled albums. Both were a stunning showcase of classical and jazz accummen, layered with poetry and accompanied by some of the best players of the time. Original pressings now fetch thousands of dollars. Glenn-Copeland then vanished as a recording artist until his re-emergence in 1986 with the release (just a few hundred copies on cassette) of what many now believe to be his masterpiece, Keyboard Fantasies. Thirty years later, revered Japanese record-collector Ryota Masuko came across one of those cassettes and went on a mission to turn other audiophiles onto Glenn-Copeland's work and to find the artist himself. Word spread and a cult following was quickly amassed. Transmissions is a career-spanning album that includes compositions from his early works and his cult-status release, Keyboard Fantasies. It also includes both new and archival unreleased tracks and live versions.
|Beverly Glenn-Copeland
Vari-Colored Songs [LP]
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|Leyla McCalla
Back to the Future (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) [Red/Blue/Silver LP]
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|Various Artists
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No Tears Suite
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|Christopher Parker
Want For Nothing [LP]
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Minor EP [Vinyl]
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Robber / Better Now [Vinyl Single]
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The #MeToo Movement and THE EDUCATION OF DIXIE DUPREE
We're hearing left and right about sexual misconduct and abuse on the news. Shock, disbelief, the "how could this be happening today, why is there a lack of tolerance for this, I don't understand how this could be true," leaves many scratching their heads. Everyone ought to take hold of that shock and disbelief, because what we're hearing right now doesn't even begin to hardly scratch the surface of what is going on, and has been, for a *long time.
*Long time = since earth became inhabited with humans.
I think some women don't want to talk about it, they want to forget and move on. I think some do, but are afraid of destroying the lives they've put together for themselves, the carefully arranged existence where they've decided that sort of ugliness shouldn't get a moment's notice. Ignore it, just pretend it didn't happen. Then, there are the children, like Dixie Dupree. Why don't they tell? We hear from Aly Raisman, and how she questions "…what about the culture? What did USA Gymnastics do, and Larry Nassar do, to manipulate these girls so much that they are so afraid to speak up?" That's the crux of the issue, and a significant rational for how my character, Dixie Dupree, was thinking, i.e. the fear of not being believed. This is the number one reason children don't speak up. For the older victims, it could be the fear of ruining what they've accomplished, for stirring the pot, or just the sheer magnitude of facing the backlash, the reactions, and yes, likely the disbelief. I'm sure they consider how accusing someone held in high esteem, or with enough money, could ruin well-earned careers. There are likely as many reasons for not bringing it up as there are victims. Million of reasons. Some have stood up against it. Some have paid for doing so, too.
Which brings me to…me. Write what you know, "they" say. THE EDUCATION OF DIXIE DUPREE is not a hidden memoir. My parents were lovingly married for almost sixty years. My father did not drink. My mother was from the north, and while she did feel a bit isolated at times and out of place, I remember many a happy weekend spent at my aunt's and uncle's homes with my cousins, and where my parents and relatives drank coffee and played gin rummy till late at night. Yet, I did have an uncle who did things he should not have through my third and fourth grade years when I was eight to nine years old. I did not tell my mother. I told no one. Why? Because he told me not to, "it's our secret. You'll be in big trouble if you tell." This took place in Michigan. The best thing to happen? We moved back home to North Carolina. I don't recall thinking much about him after we left. Time passed. I finished school, went to work, got married, had two children, divorced, and remarried again later in life. I rarely, if ever, thought about what happened.
Then I read ELLEN FOSTER and BASTARD OUT OF CAROLINA. I was suddenly itching to write a similar story, in my own way. I finally had the chance and my way was to tell a horrific story about "a spirited young girl who must survive the unthinkable in 1969 Alabama," yet comes out on the other side of her personal hell all right. What do I mean by all right? That despite her age, she was strong and resilient, that she understood what happened to her was wrong, but that she wasn't to blame, and that she could be happy again, despite what occurred.
Now, I've had some readers upset with this notion. They don't like my Author's Note, how I suggest therapy isn't always necessary for these children. Please understand I didn't pull that out of the sky. It's a fact, and is reported here, on the U. S. Department of Justice, National Sex Offender Public Website and states specifically the following, "Not all sexually abused children exhibit symptoms—some estimate that up to 40% of sexually abused children are asymptomatic; however, others experience serious and long-standing consequences. 1″
I'll use myself as an example. I never told anyone until I wrote my debut, and then it was my husband, almost fifty years after it happened. I eventually told my mother too. She said, "I knew it! That son-of-a bitch!" What happened to me, far as I'm concerned, happened, and I can't do anything about it except write the story I did, and share a different sort of hopeful outcome for one abused little girl, and maybe offering a sense of "you're okay," to a reader who might be just like me. Like I said in a brief online exchange on Facebook when I plopped the #MeToo on my status – he's gone and I'm here. Yes. I'm a statistic not counted. It's something that happened, but I'm not ashamed of it, nor have I let it control who I am or what I want to do.
If anything, what happened to me was the catalyst for my writing, and that perhaps, in of itself, was the therapy.
In addition, there can also be predatory behavior online, and for those who need help with this, read this article.


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2:11pm PT by Andy Lewis
'Harry Potter and the Cursed Child': Book Review
This week saw the release of a new Harry Potter book with midnight parties, fans dressed in costume and pre-orders that already have made it the bestselling book of the year. It all feels so 2007.
But it's 2016 and Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is not your ordinary Potter book. For starters, this isn't a book, but the script of the two-part play that opened in London on July 30 (hours before the book went on sale). Second, this one takes place 19 years later (opening with an extended version of the epilogue from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on platform 9 3/4). And third, and most important, this one isn't written by J.K. Rowling herself, making it the first one not written by the original creator. She helped come up with the basic story along with Jack Thorne and John Tiffany, but credit for the play script goes to Thorne alone (Tiffany directs).
That the release of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child evokes so much nostalgia is perfect for a story that depends so heavily on nostalgia, the past and familiarity with the original seven books. A better title might have been Harry Potter and the Back to the Future (or, for those that get the reference, Harry Potter and the Felicity Season 4B) for a story that uses time travel to explore what-ifs and alternate futures.
The best parts of The Cursed Child are the beginning and the epilogue. The story focuses on Albus Severus Potter's arrival at Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat (as Albus feared, he's a Slytherin) and seeing friendships and alliances reconfigure in a new generation. Particularly interesting is the friendship that develops between Albus and Scorpius Malfoy, each so unlike their fathers, and the character of Rose Granger-Weasley, also so unlike her parents. (For starters, she's an epically good quidditch player.) It is the most Rowling-esque part of the story and frankly the most fun.
Seeing how the children of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Draco are both like their parents and also distinct characters is fascinating, and the relationship between Albus and Scorpius feels genuine (though Rowling had a better ear for kid's dialogue than Thorne). Part of me wished this was book one of Harry Potter: The Next Generation and the story really luxuriated in everyday life at Hogwarts in the same way as the original book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
Instead, The Cursed Child becomes a convoluted time-travel adventure that honestly is a bit of a slog. Without giving away too many plot details, Albus and Scorpius travel back in time to save a life and in doing so they set off a domino wave of changes that radically alter the present. As in Back to the Future, further attempts to fix the timeline result in more changes and still more attempts to make it right, even as their parents are rushing to rescue them. Some of the alternate future versions of familiar characters are fun and others don't quite work. But understanding any of it assumes a pretty deep familiarity with the Potterverse. This isn't a story accessible to newcomers (in the way the upcoming Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movie appears to be), but one designed to service the existing fan base.
J.K. Rowling should be applauded for pushing the boundaries of form. The easiest thing for her to do would have been to just write a new book — or even skip the new book and get right to the movie. Doing a play is a daring creative choice, especially for a multibillion-dollar franchise like Harry Potter. (Imagine if Star Wars: The Force Awakens had started as a play.) This story would definitely be more fun to see performed on stage. Rowling also deserves credit for giving the characters over to someone else to write. The story doesn't always read like she wrote it, and that gives it an appealing freshness.
But the big problem with The Cursed Child is that it's less an original story than a remix of the existing Potter mythology. The been there, done that feeling to the whole thing is its greatest weakness. How the sins of the father (and the mother) weigh on their children is an interesting theme, but it would have been better served exploring that idea in a truly original story and not one that rehashed the mythology of the previous seven books.
Let's hope that if there's a ninth story, it leaves the time travel behind.
Andy email@example.com andyblewis


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I thought I'd take a quick look at Tear Down the Wall, and it turned out to be such a simple game that I think I'm done with it already. It's quite a fun little concept for a puzzle game, but doesn't really lend itself to much replayability. Essentially, the computer throws up a random wall of differently sized bricks. You take it in turns to select a brick, and then all of the other unsupported bricks above it fall down, scoring you a point per brick. So. it's just a question of picking the biggest brick at the bottom that's got the most loose bricks above it and watching the havoc ensue. Unfortunately, because of the way it works, each game only consists of 6 or 7 clicks because a well-placed click can easily take out a quarter of the bricks on screen. It's very easy to get into a position where you only really need one decent click (mid-way through the game) to win it and get into a position where your opponent can't possibly come back to win it. And, of course, the computer can do the same to you. It really nullifies any strategy - what little there was. And that's about all there is to it.
Next up on the randometer is...The Lost Vikings! Now this is definitely one I remember from back in the day. I definitely played a bit of the demo. Not sure if I ever played the full game. It's a bit of a Lemmings-y puzzle platformer where you control three vikings with different abilities and have to solve puzzles to get them all to the exit. Should be fun (and possibly a little frustrating). I'll probably intersperse this with levels of Wolfenstein 3D. I did have a quick go at Wolf, but found myself getting lost and annoyed in samey corridors with no map.


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A Note To New York & To You
August 5th 2014
"I'm moving out."
I told them.
"Me too." She said.
"And me too." Said the last.
Charlie Harper
Kate and I
Sat across from each other
In our 4 bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side. In Manhattan. Verbally agreeing that it was time to move on. To move somewhere else in the city. And start something new.
Fast Forward >>
Just a few months later. And one box led to 2 boxes. Which led to four boxes then to more.
Our farewell dinner was dined amongst the chaos. Pushing >>> over piles of our belongings and sitting indian style on the floor.
Talking about the good times. The great times. The hard times. And the best.
How in the last 3 years of living in our humble abode, this batshit apartment was the start and end to many adventures in between.
Such as:
Befriending a pack of Irishmen on a boat
Discovering a note from my missing friend on our door step
Waking up to a fresh pack of fries…in bed
Waking up next to a complete and utter stranger…in bed
Hiring a magician to perform in our living room recruited from Ninja Castle
Providing ample damage control when a loyal blog follower broke into our apartment
Falling in love with the local pizza employess
Having arguments on our rooftop about the single life
And talking about dreams there too
And after that,
We packed up the that things we loved.
And pitched the things we didn't.
And before we knew it. All the walls were back to white. The floors were swept. The closets were clean. And our belonging were neatly packaged in boxes with sharpied directions of where they go next. And then the 4 of us
sat in my
empty bedroom
One last time.
And really.
That was that.
Until the movers showed up.
And our grand chariots arrived in the form of moving trucks.
And we promptly shuffled our belongings to << and>> fro. Barely managing to say goodbye. And in a disarray until 10:30 pm. Delusioned and saying things we didn't mean like:
Until alas, we were finally good to go.
And that's when she said it.
"Go ahead without me." My continued roommate and exceptional friend Charlie told me. "I'm going to stay behind and clean the apartment, take the movers to to our new place, and I'll be sure to meet you there."
To which I relayed a passionate:
Prior to take-off, I inquired with the movers if there…was an extra seat in their truck…and if I could maybe…ride along?
"…Are you asking to ride in the back of the truck in the pitch dark all the way downtown?"
"Yeah pretty much."
"Cool. If that's what you want. Hop in the back! We're just going to get some halal first…if that's okay."
Which prompted my touch base responses to Charlie below.
Indeed. Upon Noni and Mohammad's return to the truck, they were instructed to sit in the back amongst all of our rogue belongings, whilst I took their seat in the front. Hungry, grateful and guilt-ridden (pun intended) that they were forced to eat dinner against my mattress and duffle of socks, I began conversing with the duo whilst we were safely in park mode. We talked about life. They offered me a twinkie and a handful Lays. I said yes. And immediately
leaped >>
To the middle of the truck with the most grace of all.
Happy to converse and genuinely motivated by snacks
I suddenly felt something move.
Vroom Vroom.
The truck was revved up and ready to go.
And there I was.
Lays in one hand. And a lamp in another.
Trapped in the throws of my bare mattress and wooden planks
And Mohammad and Noni just a box spring of treachery away
And after a 45 minute drive in obscure darkness double-fisting lamps in exchange for my life:
We arrived at approximately 11:13 pm, whenst I was finally released from the back of the truck.
Only to be greeted by
6…flights of stairs.
To our new humble abode.
Was grueling.
Our tip to the movers including a down payment for future back surgeries. But. After copious amounts of hugs and a new place to call home, I opened up my new bedroom window and
>> crawled through>>
Up the fire escape
And onto a forbidden roof top that led to this:
And as I sat there on an off-limits roof top that was officially all mine. I remember feeling satisfied. With the encapsulated adventures—written and remembered at my last apartment. And every place before that too.
A place where I moved in unemployed working an unpaid internship at Calvin Klein. With no promise of success and my dreams on the back burner.
And now. Here I was. Sitting on the same furniture. In the same clothes. In a new place. Fully employed. Still writing in a journal every day. And now blogging my ventures too. Hosting story-telling events in the city. And conversing with vintage friends. As well as the new.
And then I
Back down my fire escape that night.
And decided that I wanted to keep my writing addiction and dreams alive. So. I took out a sheet of paper. And wrote down the only thing I could really think to say to you, to myself and especially this damn city. And it said:
Long live adventures, new beginnings, and good people to go with them.
And by good people.
I mean you.


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Wrapped up at work and off to Chicago. In the meanwhile, ponder two statements I heard recently that gave me pause:
- "She sends me weird, opaque emails"
- "It's really weird. The hamster smells like pretzels. In fact, it smells like Snyder's of Hanover sourdough pretzels"
Take time to slow down and smell the hamsters…and know that I will be back!


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There are various types of wedding themes. They are commonly associated with white and pastel colors. But today's inspiration is really one of a kind. It is black-and-white-stripe themed wedding. Hendry and Melissa put in black and white stripe details and create the fun and playful feel. A little bit of edgy and chic touch, the bridesmaids wore the striped dresses well. Captured by Bernardo Pictura, Hendry and Melissa's wedding is a proof that unusual choices can make beautiful weddings too.
Here's what the photographer said about the wedding:
Meet Hendry: the funny, creative, hard-worker, and Hot Wheels maniac.
Meet Melissa: the bubbly and lovable.
Meet both of them: the amazing couple.
They story has started since junior high school, but their love story only starts after eight years of being a good friend. The proposal took place in Melbourne. Hendry put the ring inside a cereal box to make it less suspicious - and everyday, he looked for the perfect timing. On the day he finally got the courage, Hendry proposed Meliisa with a Lego man holding the ring inside a Lego block box.
As a reflection from the couple's personality, the wedding was very fun and intimate. It was surrounded by family and closed friends. It was simple DIY (Do It Yourself) wedding, a cutting edge black, white and gold with a touch of green concept. The bride and groom knew exactly what they wanted. Every details, from the dress, the cake, the ring pillow, the bouquet, the tea ceremony set, the decorations, the souvenirs, the bridesmaids and groomsmen style, the wedding car decoration were uniquely Hendry and Melissa. They designed their wedding invitation, souvenir, wedding car decoration, and ring pillow. They even did the pre-wedding photo shoot by themselves. Hendry and Melissa love to add some artistic touch for the decorations too, so the photo gallery and stage backdrop used chalk hand-drawn on black board which created dimensions of interior wall integrated with the real furniture.
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Still carrying the storage case, its hard rectangular body banging into me with each harried step, I got down the porch steps as fast as I could. Trampling across the precious lawn I went to where Madison sat in the driveway, racing to get to him before Derrick did. Derrick strode casually, removing his sunglasses and hooking them on the collar of his Atlanta Falcons t-shirt. If he said something awful to Madison I would kill him—spectacle or not.
"Hey man," I heard Derrick say. "Let me get that for you."
He reached for the cardboard box in Madison's lap, but Madison firmly planted his left hand on top of the box and kept it in his lap.
"That's okay," Madison declined. "I got it. Just need you to pull your truck back a little so I can get to my trunk."
"Oh yeah, sure," said Derrick. "I probably need to back in the driveway anyway. The name's Derrick Hall, by the way," he extended his right hand to Madison. "I'm Paige's ex."
Madison raised his gloved right hand high, positioning it for a fist bump which had become the hip alternative to the regular handshake. It was a method that could work well for hands that couldn't open.
"Madison Reese," Madison said as the two men's right hands came together. "Good to meet you."
It wasn't good at all, but for the tiniest instant I was almost grateful to Derrick.
"Iraq?" Derrick asked Madison in what evidently was some kind of boorish reference to Madison's wheelchair.
"No," Madison answered him.
Standing by his side now, I placed my hand on Madison's shoulder. It was proprietary and protective, and Derrick didn't miss the gesture. His eyes darted to my hand and then back up to my face. He grinned. Of course I knew this grin. It was the one that never reached Derrick's eyes and only appeared friendly. More cover than not, it was just Derrick being politic while he studied the lay of the land and decided what he should do next. It had fooled many, including me.
"Oh," replied Derrick. "Sorry…I just figured…"
"Easy mistake," said Madison.
His shoulder muscle was like marble, but that was the only indication that Madison might be tense, and it could simply be from carrying the cardboard box. From where I stood I couldn't see his face although I was certain it was game-on. After all he was a lawyer, being impassive was a prerequisite.
I, on the other hand, was not cool. How could Derrick be here? What kind of ex-husband just showed up like he had every right to?
"How you doing, Paige?" Derrick asked me drolly, as if he were sure he had the answer.
One who had come at Ted's request I supposed. I could imagine their conversations, what Ted must have reported to him about me, and now about Madison. I could picture them laughing, scoffing at something they were both too bigoted to even think possible—that Madison was a better man than the both of them combined.
What kind of ex-husband did something like this? The awful kind, the kind who were smug and selfish, and who enjoyed a drama. Derrick had no right to ask Madison about his injury, no right to speak of it at all. Or be here.
"Ted shouldn't have called you," I told him, barely keeping it together.
"You can't spare a hello, Paige?" Derrick smirked ignoring what I had said.
Hell no! But I bit my lip. I was determined not to entertain him.
"Ted said you were moving out," Derrick continued. "Thought you could use some help. I brought my truck."
Which looked new, shining in the late morning sun, However, Derrick's credit rating couldn't be any better than mine. I didn't want to think about how he'd been able to swing it.
"We don't need a truck," I said.
"Ah, Paige, don't be hateful," said Derrick wearing the phony, patronizing smile. "Everybody needs a truck on moving day. Now give me this," he said reaching for the storage chest. "I'll toss it on the back."
Gripping the chest's handle tightly, I recoiled from him, retreating a little behind Madison's left shoulder where I was holding on.
"No," I said tightly. "We don't need you."
"Paige, come on," Derrick shrugged his shoulders. "Trunk. Truck. It's a no brainer."
He was so confident that the truck was the right choice, that he was. It's a no brainer was Derrick's favorite way to shut-down an argument. How many times had I heard him use it, meaning that I had no brain? And how many times had I let him get away with it, get whatever it was he wanted? Suddenly I totally got it—what real settling was. And not today. As if I had somehow communicated that to him through my hand on his shoulder Madison said to Derrick casually, "'Preciate the offer. But we're good."
Derrick looked down at him chuckling to himself.
"Hey man," replied Derrick. "You not gonna stand—I mean—on foolish pride too, are you?"
Did I squeeze Madison's shoulder tighter or did his shoulder get harder?
"We could be like that moving company you see around," Derrick went on. "You know, what's it called, Two Men and a Truck? You look like the executive type. You can be the supervisor."
Madison also chuckled, briefly, dryly. Then placing his arm around my waist, he said, "That would be Paige's job."
I was the one who was protected and I leaned in closer to Madison. Derrick's political veneer began to crack. The grin was faltering, slipping. For a moment no one spoke. Madison felt solid and strong, and my own arm slipped around his shoulders naturally. Derrick's eyes bored into mine. Once upon a time, in desperation, I would have blinked, but that time was no more.
"Is this what you want, Paige?" he demanded darkly. "You're turning me down?"
He seemed honestly surprised by it; like he had really believed that he could just swoop in and reclaim—if just for show—what he had settled for before. I didn't turn to see but I pictured Ted and Pam still standing on the porch, their nasty little plan collapsing right before their eyes.
"I didn't ask you," I said, my voice drawing strength from Madison.
"Move the truck, Derrick," he said simply, as if he really were the supervisor, and like it was a no-brainer.
This time when Derrick looked down at him, the cover grin was completely gone, replaced by unvarnished contempt. Derrick's eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared. His hands pulsated, opening and closing concurrently, as if he were squeezing some kind of invisible pump. For a terrifying moment I didn't know what would happen. I didn't really think Derrick was capable of violence, or that I mattered that much to him. It was just that this was an ancient, primitive ritual, the stuff of legends, this competition, this conflict between males, the law of the jungle; and Derrick had every advantage—save one. He lacked Madison's character.
The driveway pavement was hot. Derrick's face wore a sheen of sweat, and I could feel little beads of my own perspiration sprouting at my hairline. Since his injury Madison's ability to regulate his body temperature was impaired and he wasn't able to easily sweat. Derrick probably didn't know that. To him Madison must have just looked cool, calm and collected. Which he was. Because that was Madison's nature, the game-face he put on every day of his life. Derrick's shallow artificial surface was no match for that.
He shifted his gaze towards the front porch briefly, where Pam and Ted must be. Did he think his co-conspirators were going to come to his aid? As Eliza Doolittle might have said, not bloody likely.
"Fuck this shit!" Derrick snapped, and turning away he stormed off. "You want the bitch dyke you can have her! Have yourself a ball," he angrily flung back at us over his shoulder. "If you can."
"Let's get you moved," Madison said giving me a quick squeeze before taking his arm from around my waist to push his chair. Then, the cardboard box in his lap, Madison rolled to the end of the driveway where Derrick's truck still remained, coming so close to the vehicle that he could have reached out and touched it. Derrick gunned the engine. My stomach flipped with fear. Road rage was real. What if Derrick did something stupid? Finally the trucked jerked back and then peeled off, the huge tires screeching as Derrick floored it dangerously down the street.
At last I could breathe again.
"Paige," Madison called from the back of the Buick. "Bring the chest."
By the time I reached him, he had already placed the cardboard box in one corner of the trunk. When I started to lift the storage chest, Madison stopped me, pressing down on it until it was sitting on the pavement.
"I'll take care of it," he said. "Go get your suitcases."
"Madison," I began warily. "You shouldn't…" but I stopped.
It was his call. I watched him place his left foot flat on the street, then using his right hand brace himself against the body of the car and proceed to push his left forearm under the plastic handle. The veins in his right bicep and forearm showed through the taught muscles as Madison lifted the storage chest up and over into the trunk; but immediately his legs went into spasms, the right leg shaking so forcefully that it fell off the footplate too.
"Madison--" I started again.
"The bags, Paige," he ordered me firmly as he leaned into the trunk, repositioning the storage chest, and ignoring his shaking legs. "I'm fine."
Obediently I turned to go for the bags but then saw my nephews, Teddy and Thomas, coming towards us, each of them carrying a suitcase. Trailing behind them was Jennifer my shoulder bag hanging from her shoulder and dragging on the ground. When they got to the car, the boys looked a little sheepish. "Mom told us to bring your suitcases," Teddy said.
"I got your pocketbook, Auntie Paige," announced Jennifer.
I didn't say anything. If this was Pam's way of making a peace offering, I didn't want it. I'd never forgive Ted, or her.
"Great!" Madison said intervening. "Thanks guys. Mind setting them in the trunk for me?" His feet now back in place on their plate, he pushed back from the car. "Just lay 'em flat on top of the chest."
The boys took turns putting the bags into the trunk per Madison's instructions and headed back to the house before I could thank them—assuming I wanted to. Didn't the Bible say something about the sins of the fathers being visited upon the sons? Ted had turned them all against me. I had never felt welcomed here. Outrage choked me and pressed my lips together.
"That it, Auntie Paige?" asked Madison.
The playful reference caught me off guard and Madison gave me one of his gorgeous smiles as if Ted hadn't invited Derrick here to humiliate him and teach me a lesson. Madison was making out like it was water off a duck's back. Frankly it was a little infuriating. I nodded my head yes.
"She's not your auntie," Jennifer stepped forward to inform Madison.
Now Madison's warm smile shone on Jennifer as he reached up to hook his hand into the canvas loop that allowed him to pull the trunk lid down so that he was able to close it.
"No she's not," he agreed. "My bad. So what do you think I should call her?"
"Her name is Paige," replied Jennifer smartly.
"I know," Madison rolled closer to the curb where Jennifer stood, and rested his hands on his knees. "But don't you think she should have a pet name too? I bet you got one. I had one when I was a little boy. My dad gave it to me. It was Maddy. Daddy and Maddy."
"That's a girl's name," said Jennifer.
Jennifer looked thoughtful.
"There's a girl in my class and her name is Billie. But you can't spell it with a Y. If you spelled Maddy with a Y I guess it would be okay."
Madison pretended to wipe sweat away from his forehead onto the back of his leather glove.
"Whew! That was close," he said earnestly. "Saved by the Y."
Jennifer laughed.
"You're silly!" she declared.
"Now is that with a Y or an I-E? And I still don't know what I should call your Auntie Paige."
"My daddy calls my mommie sweetheart."
"Okay. I like that. Sweetheart it is." He looked up at me and winked. Then in a very bad Humphrey Bogart impression he asked. "Ready to go, sweetheart?"
"You talk funny," Jennifer giggled.
So maybe I had always had one friend in this house. Claiming my purse, I dropped to my knees and gave Jennifer a tight hug.
"You be good, okay?" I said into her hair, fighting back emotionally mixed-up tears.
"You're not going to live with us anymore?" Jennifer asked her tone suddenly small and sad.
When I looked into her sweet face it had become very serious. I saw Pam there, the Pam before Ted, when she had been unshackled by a husband's superiority complex. At least Jennifer wasn't willing to send me to H-E-double hockey sticks.
"No," I told her. "But I'll come get you sometimes--promise. We'll go to McDonalds."
"Chuck E. Cheese's is better," Jennifer said.
"Okay. Chuck E. Cheese's it is."
"Is your friend gonna come too?" she asked looking passed me at Madison.
"I'd like him to."
"Well—okay. He's kinda goofy but I think he must like you, Auntie Paige, so he can come."
"I'm glad," I said, my tears threatening to break. "Now run along."
I didn't watch Jennifer go back up the drive as I was keeping my back to the house while I waited next to the car for Madison to make his transfer and stow his chair in the backseat. As soon as that was done, I got into the car and continued to keep my eyes straight ahead. Madison started the car and the air conditioner's cool air was soothing in my face as I struggled to collect myself. No matter what, I was leaving this place today. I was unshackled.
Madison lowered the car door windows, which didn't make any sense with the AC on, and I couldn't understand why we weren't going. After what seemed an interminable amount of time he spoke.
"Are you okay?" he wanted to know.
Yes, of course, I thought bleakly. My holier-than-thou family was in cahoots with my cheating ex-husband, and my boyfriend had just witnessed the whole clown show.
"I'm fine," I said.
Still Madison didn't put the car in drive. Frustrated, I finally looked over at him.
"Your sister and Jennifer are waiting out front, Paige," he said. "You don't want to wave at them?"
"Can we just go—please."
"Just go," I snapped.
"Okay," he replied and called up Miss Mary's address in the GPS, driving us away, and rolling up our windows.
Every now and again I'd steal a glance at Madison to get a read on his reaction to all of this, now that he was no longer entertaining children, but what was the use? He had on his poker face, so whatever was working behind that composed visage I had no way of knowing unless I point-blank asked him; and I really wanted to arrive at Miss Mary's wearing my own happy face which I probably wouldn't be able to do if we went there right now.
I considered saying I was sorry right up front, but my counselor's mind was enough intact to realize that I couldn't apologize for Derrick or Ted, or Pam either for that matter. Apologizing would only make me look more pathetic than I already did. I kept hearing Ted's words in my head: You need help.
I could have taken a taxi to Miss Mary's house, so truth be told, some of this really was my fault. I loved Madison so much that I just wanted to show Pam and Ted who he was, how able, how good we were together. They were so totally convinced that he was broken, and he was not. I had wanted them to see that. But I had forgotten that there were at least two sides to any argument. They had wanted to show me. And there was Madison stuck in the middle, where I had brought him. And after the way Pam had treated him before too. I should have known better. But no, once again I had trusted too much. Social Worker Robinson to the rescue, like Ted had said. Always looking for the happily ever after. Like that ever happened. I did need help. Somebody better call Iyanla or Dr. Phil. I needed a couch.
Besides, if they didn't accept Madison what difference did it make? They didn't have to. He belonged to me. Or I wanted him to. If my freak show of a family hadn't caused him to push pause, or the fatal eject. What if he couldn't accept them? Again it was a two-way street. I won't come between you and your sister, he had said and Madison had meant it. His life was already complicated enough. He didn't need my family drama. My personal baggage was not the kind he could just swing into his trunk and close the lid on it. I really did need a truck to haul it around. Madison might never go to Chuck E. Cheese's with Jennifer and me; and from out of nowhere a hot tear poured down my cheek. Quickly I swiped it away, forcing down a sob.
Unexpectedly Madison turned into a strip mall shopping center. I stole another hasty sideways glance at him and then looked straight ahead again. Why were we stopping here? The place was run-down looking, with the kind of stores that had names that featured the word Dollar prominently, and the kinds of restaurants that always sold hot wings whatever else was on the menu. The GPS lady was beside herself with new instructions and recalculations. Even more perplexing was the fact that Madison bypassed the handicap parking and pulled into a more isolated space near the back of the lot next to a field. He rolled down the windows and shut off the engine.
"Why are we stopping?" I finally asked, my voice so gravelly I was forced to clear my throat to get the words out.
"We need to talk," replied Madison, removing his sunglasses.
The bottom of my stomach dropped out. Any conversation that began with We need to talk was generally bad news for somebody.
"I'm sorry, Madison," I said grimly getting the ball rolling although I still wouldn't face him.
"I get to go first," he replied.
Now I looked at him. A little grin was playing around his mouth. Something must be amusing him, so I felt a little better.
"The way I see it," Madison began thoughtfully. "Your ex was your family's ace in the hole. And whatever you say about him, my man Derrick did show up on time. Gotta give him that. And he was pretty smooth too—at first. Very nice truck. Ram Tough. You know, some people think the pick-up truck is the backbone of the auto industry. Nobody builds them better than we do."
The digression made me anxious. What were we supposed to be talking about?
"But anyway," Madison got back on track. "Your folks didn't count on you having a joker." Now his smile was beautiful. "A little beat-up, and missing a corner or two, but I'm still in play. You trumped them, Paige."
I was staring at him.
"And you didn't even blink," he grinned.
"I don't…It was awful for you," I stammered. "The way Pam and Ted acted, and…and Derrick, he was so rude. But it was my fault." My voice cracked. "I exposed you to it. I could have taken a taxi."
"And deny me my chance to be a hero?" replied Madison. "No way." He smiled again and then turned serious, instructive. "Paige, you're a beautiful woman. There's probably always gonna be some goofball who tries to prove his manhood to you by humiliating me. It kinda goes with my territory. But they usually back down. Not too many cool points beating up a cripple. And if they happen to be too drunk to know better," he continued as he flexed his right bicep showing its definition, "Then I can usually get in one good sucker punch to the belly, or lower," he grinned again. "Which can turn the tables pretty quick. 'Course if they should get me on the ground, I'll expect you to do more than dial 9-1-1. Something to the head works nicely."
Madison in a bar fight? Before or after, it was hard to imagine he'd ever elect brawn over brains. But I could imagine Derrick dropped to his knees, clutching his family jewels. Talk about your shock and awe. It would have been fabulous!
"You'd fight for me?" I asked, just a little too thrilled by the prospect for the social worker pacifist moniker I claimed to carry.
Madison's face became serious again.
"For you, and with you," he replied. "Whatever the case may be."
I was smiling but I started to cry too. I thought about how protected, how supported, I had felt with Madison's arm around my waist, with his big shoulders to hold onto. The damsel in distress at last had her knight in shining armor. Of course I didn't believe in all of that, I couldn't, being a feminist and all, but it was wonderful. Madison, his expression now sweet and tender, was wiping away my tears with his thumb.
"So no loser tapes, okay," Madison said. "This is a good day." He lifted my chin so that our eyes met. "And promise me you'll fix things with your sister. Don't be so hard on her, or Sir Judge-A-Lot, or whatever you call him," he smiled.
"They owe you an apology, Madison," I said stubbornly. "They owe me one."
"And from the way things turned out, I'd say they owe Derrick one. Bet his ego took a hit today. Big man in a big truck loses out to a gimp in Buick." He grinned. "Not too good."
I laughed a little.
"He was totally pissed," I had to agree. "He had no idea who he was up against. You must be incredible in court, Counselor."
"Paige," Madison said. "It was you. All you. I just had your back."
I felt his knuckles against the nape of my neck as Madison drew me to him. Our lips touched gently, and then our mouths, and finally our tongues danced together as I squeezed myself between Madison and the steering wheel again to be in the happy place that was his arms. It was a wonder the police didn't bust us, making out like teenagers in the broad daylight.
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Grow up, Canada. Learn to face your end, and all that you have done to cause it.
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by Kevin D. Annett
Being Christmas, this is the season of lies; so it's a good time to talk about healing and reconciliation.
Canadians, especially, seem obsessed with those two words these days, and prattle on about them with the kind of hopeless desperation displayed by parents who keep insisting to their maturing children that there really is a Santa Claus.
Burying the hatchet is always a good thing for those with the bigger hatchet, much as the law is good for the man with property, and terrible for the one without it. But to speak of "reconciliation" as some kind of equally rewarding prospect for all concerned is just so much horse piss.
Take Indians, for example. As a group, they're clearly holding the smaller tomahawk and will take anything they're handed: at least, most of the ones I know. They don't have much choice, after all. But their being reconciled to this big fish-little fish realpolitik called Canada is not the same thing as being happy with the arrangement, as much as they're expected to do minstrel shows for the Big Massa.
All of us white folks, contrarily, are generally pleased as punch with all this healing and reconciliation talk of hatchet-burying with Indians, since we're holding the bigger one.
Besides, all of this forced euphoria is just like talking about Santa Claus: a pleasant fairy tale designed to help us digest our turkey dinner and all the goodies that come with it. In truth, reconciliation between historical enemies like White Canada and what's left of indigenous nations is about as common as a Christmas Eve manifestation of ol' Saint Nick. How precisely does a lion get along with a lamb, anyway?
I doubt if I'd ever feel reconciled with the people who gang raped me or fed my little sister into a furnace one night along with her newborn baby. Nor would I expect the monsters who did this, or those who protect them, to "reconcile" with me or my slaughtered sibling, even if such a thing was possible, or desirable. What I would want would be to see the bastards go to jail, or a worse place.
Don't misunderstand me. It's not like I haven't tried making up with my torturers, down the years, or offered a hand to those who I've wronged. But it's always rung hollow. Both sides know it's just for show, never alleviates the wrong or the pain, and is thereby a mere side-stop before the resumption of hostilities.
Richard Sawchuck was a demented eleven year old nearly twice my size who loved to chuck rocks at my head in the school yard for no particular reason, or spit gob all over the back of my head on the school bus each morning. The other kids would watch my ordeal and do nothing, or turn away with the kind of sick, vacant look of your standard not-so-innocent bystander. But after a week of Richard's assaults I finally picked up a fallen tree branch one morning and smashed him over the head with it, which stopped him cold.
Nevertheless, my counter-attack caused both of us to be hauled in front of our Principal at Frontenac Elementary. The scowling custodian demanded that we shake hands and make up.
Richard grabbed my hand and squeezed it as hard as he could, and even while he mouthed an apology to me, his eyes blazed with the fire of vengeance. I said nothing to him, knowing that I would never trust him; but I shook his hand because I was expected to. And sure enough, Richard Sawchuck caught me the next day in an alley near my home, and I lost a tooth and some blood for it.
Richard and I have both moved on from that particular battlefield, of course, but only because of time and circumstance. Many other adversaries have taken his place. And with all the forgiveness and understanding in the world on my part, the blows have never slowed.
You can blame me, I suppose, for the conflict, which is the fool's or the coward's explanation. But all of that warfare with strangers aside, it's the struggles closer to home that are in truth even more impossible for us to mend, for the simple reason that we are beings of love.
Our human heart, after all, is so infinitely gentle that one good whack at it will drive it into hiding for years, and sometimes for an entire lifetime. Like the Mohawk legend of Thunder Boy who is gifted to earth people until the moment that he encounters an angry word or a hand raised against him, and then must return to the heavens, our actual radiance endures in this world for about as long as the morning dew. And then, beaten or banished by stupidity, it flies away somewhere, never to find recovery.
Being an incurable romantic, which I suspect is another form of early onset dementia, I nevertheless still seek out the exiled radiance in every soul I meet, and I do see its traces in many of us, like the ghostly tail of sub-atomic particles.
An echo of our Eden-self resounds in some form in all men and women, fueling our best moments, and allowing us to somehow persevere in hell. But such a wispy spirit is woefully unable to construct the kind of active recovering and reclaiming that Official Lies call healing and reconciliation: words that are really just a politician's ploy and a lawyer's invention, not a living force to remake our rapidly decomposing world.
Coming apart as we are as a culture, it is preferable in these last days to leave all the blabber of reconciliation to the slogan-mongers and accept ourselves for who and what we are, as all dying people must. The heart outwears its sheath, and even love must rest, said Byron. This is not a time for more lies.
Whoever he was, the Just Soul called Yeshua had no need to overcome his murder and return in glory from the grave to his sad followers, in order to be One of God. For his life and sacrifice alone were enough to reconcile our hopes with the light he reflected from each one of us.
It is enough to be sifted and measured every day, in the heat of unreconciled warfare, and find in it all a reason to go on. If I am not healed, it is because I never was meant to be, but rather continue on that long journey not to recovery, but to transformation.
So grow up, Canada. Learn to face your end, and all that you have done to cause it. There are no cheap answers or apologies. There is just a final accounting, and the long arm of retribution and justice that reaches, yes, even you, for the purposes of heaven and earth and all of their people.
See the evidence of Genocide in Canada and other crimes against the innocent at www.hiddennolonger.com and at the website of The International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State at www.itccs.org .
Messages for Kevin Annettcan be left at 250-591-4573 (Canada).
Watch Kevin's award-winning documentary film UNREPENTANT on his website www.hiddenfromhistory.org
"I gave Kevin Annetthis Indian name, Eagle Strong Voice, in 2004 when I adopted him into our Anishinabe Nation. He carries that name proudly because he is doing the job he was sent to do, to tell his people of their wrongs. He speaks strongly and with truth. He speaks for our stolen and murdered children. I ask everyone to listen to him and welcome him."
Chief Louis Daniels - Whispers Wind
Elder, Turtle Clan, Anishinabe Nation, Winnipeg, Manitoba


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In yet another example of provincial governments in the United States being unable to keep their promises of largess, a class action suit with half of North Carolina's State Police force joined as members alleges the state owes them substantial back pay and other promised compensation (archived). Some of the troopers are reportedly having to supplement their wages from the state with food stamps, Medicaid, and supplementary employment. North Carolina instituted pay freezes for state troopers in 2009. This move in addition to allowing the state to shift the burden of covering the cost of nutrition and medical care for trooper's families offers further savings to North Carolina's government as the lower frozen wage rate is used in retirement calculations for troopers leaving the force.
While other United States provincial governments like that in Illinois are having their poverty and insolvency brought to attention through political crises, many quieter episodes like this reveal a widespread poverty of their many regional governments. While Illinois struggles to pay the power bills, North Carolina's government can not even afford the promises it made to the people it counts on to enact violence in its name.
Crisis threatens the remaining autonomy of these governments. Their poverty and insolvency when aligned with civil unrest promoted by federalists is creating the perfect storm for any last trace of their nominal to be extinguished as the federal government entirely consumes them.


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November was a makeup and hair care splurge month for me! There were so many great new products that I tried, so I was really excited to put this video together for you all!
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Antique bedroom sets – Collecting antique bedroom sets beds is something that may not appeal to some. As they simply do not have enough space in their homes to display the beds correctly. Others like collecting beds because these beds can look better in a bedroom or guest room than a modern piece. There are many things to look at including the condition of the bed before collecting antique beds. First, consider collecting only one type of material instead of buying many different types. You should look for pieces that appeal to you and your design sense. Some collectors focus on metal beds.
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Forth, learn the differences between real antique bedroom sets beds and reproduction antique beds. Today's beds used glue on wood pieces and soldering on metal pieces. You will also find that modern beds lack any toolbars and often look more accurate and uniform than antique beds. Last, find antique pieces that work with your bed. Bedroom sets were not so common in the 19th century, but you can still find pieces that work together like a wooden chest of drawers from the same era. It is also possible to find vintage linens that work with antique beds that are still in original condition.


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Turkey Orthopedic Devices Market Reviewed in Updated Report Published at MarketPublishers.com
03 Jan 2012 • by Natalie Aster
LONDON – About 25 in every 1000 people opt for an orthopedic surgery due to osteoarthritis. Such high incidence coupled with aging population and increasing awareness among people; is driving the growth of the global orthopedic devices market. Among the market segments, spinal devices are observed to be the fastest growing segment with a CAGR of 9.3% during the review reread. Smart implants, customized implants, and tissue engineering have been identified as the future of orthopedics.
Updated report "Turkey Orthopedic Devices Investment Opportunities, Analysis and Forecasts to 2017" prepared by Global Markets Direct delves into deep analysis of the Chile ophthalmic devices market. It presents value, volume and average price data for each segment and sub-segment within ten market categories. Company shares and distribution shares data for each of the aforementioned categories are also featured. The study is supplemented with the leading market players' global corporate-level profiles along with information on key recent developments.
Market categories covered in the report include: arthroscopy, cranio maxillofacial fixation (CMF), joint reconstruction, orthobiologics, orthopedic accessories, orthopedic braces and supports, orthopedic prosthetics, orthopedic reamers, spinal surgery and trauma fixation.
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