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Haiku and Loku Days-Fledgling-Transcendence of a Mother's Love
© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2013
The SSB Drever and I chanced a walk today between sprinkles and threats of storms. We traveled along familiar paths. We saw people planting flowers and attending gardens, people sharing luncheons and coffee, a mother patiently on the sidelines while her daughter practiced, learning to ride her bicycle. People were out and about enjoying the life that the refreshing air of spring brings. New beginnings, hope, a fresh outlook.
But at one point on the walk, I just stopped; tears welled up in me. Before me on the pavers was the body of a baby bird, its eyes closed, its body still naked, bereft of the feathers that would allow it to soar. It had landed in a somewhat contorted position with one wing twisted, pointing up toward the sky, the wind morbidly causing a slight flutter, belying a false sense of the hope of the resurgence of life . I looked up into the little crab apple tree to see the mother robin just sitting there, in the nest, not moving, barely blinking, keeping vigilance over the body of her baby child. How utterly horrible to have your baby taken from you to the realm of death. I stood for awhile to mourn with her, I cried the tears she could not.
I thought of my own children. I thought of the love that mothers give and the torment that mothers could endure in the day to day vigilance in the caring and rearing of their children in normal life let alone the horror of having them destroyed before you from war or starvation or from so many other atrocities.
I thought of my mother and her death only two months ago, of her last week of life, her body pale, her bareness, bareness of animation of her soul, an occasional movement of a finger or wrist, not unlike the death flutter of the dead baby bird. But her eyes were open and in them I could see the excruciating pain of dying. I thought of all the sacrifices she had made for all of us, of all the times a little part of her died.
I feel in someways we are all fledglings at any stage of life-or death. I am still a fledgling, not quite able to soar. Every stage of life requires the fearlessness of spirit to take flight. There are days I just don't have it. I can no longer look to a nest for support, my mother hovering by. How many times in these two months have I thought, "Oh, I'll call Mom." But I can't. My children will always be my fledging babies. I stand back and watch them heading into the winds of the different stages of life. I am happy that they seem to be stronger and can fly higher than I could ever dream.
Mother child mother child mother child-the generations become one-one continuous cycle of life and love, of giving love and yearning for love. A mother's love, no matter what form, bird or human, is an incarnation of the life force-love.
Fledgling-Transcendence of a Mother's love
Silent spring mourning,

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I'm a Vietnam veteran I did serve when the country call me to serve I did it without reservation I put my life in harms way because my country needed me,it was my turn to pay for the liberties that I had enjoyed during my life.
I did know that if anything was to happens to me the country will never turn they back on me that was the promice that we were told.,and now the politician that had never serve in harms way they want to break that promise
Because they don't know the hardship that we went through in the jungle day in day out.,and this is the way our politician are thanking us,we pay the price for you,so that you could stay in the comfort of your house while we were fighting your dirty war away from our family and friends,and now you want to cut our hard earned benefits,benefits earned with sweat and blood
our blood not yours,so think it over before you cut our benefit because when you get involve in another war the young generation is going to remember what you did to us and what do you think it is going to happens are they going to fight your war we'll I guess that you are going to have to fight your dirty war on your own.
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Leamington Spa Half Marathon
Dormer Place, Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, CV32 4AA
- Distance13.1 miles
- Surface
- Route
out and back
- Setting
Town and Rural
- Water stations
Every 5km
- Traffic free
- Minimum age17
- Distance MarkersEvery Mile
- Entrants last year2000
- Event website
- Event AffiliationUK Athletics
- UKA/BARRYes
- Online entry availableYes
We're thrilled to bring to you the first ever Leamington Spa Half Marathon – a traffic free course starting and finishing in the heart of Royal Leamington Spa at the iconic Royal Pump Room Gardens. The provisional course heads south out of Leamington Spa through scenic villages, passing farms and fields in the beautiful Warwickshire countryside before descending back into the town for a tour of Leamington Spa's stunning historic gardens and parks.
As with all of our events, the #LeamHalf will feature a FREE TO ENTER Kids Fun Run so get the kids signed up today!
The Royal Pump Room Gardens will be home to the #LeamHalf Event Village which will include the start and finish lines, Event HQ, entertainment and stalls selling food, drink and event related products – so enter today and get Sunday 1st July 2018 in your diary for what is sure to be a great race and a memorable family day out!
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Quenya (pronounced [KWEN-ya])[1] was one of the languages spoken by the Elves. It was the tongue that developed among those non-Telerin Elves who reached Aman (the High Elves) from an earlier language called Common Eldarin. Quenya was typically written with the Tengwar of Fëanor. An older script, Rúmil's Sarati, was used also.
Basically quenya is pretty stupid and a waste of your time.
- "The ingredients in Quenya are various, but worked out in a self-consistent character not precisely like any language that I know."
- ― J.R.R. Tolkien
Quenya's phonology and grammar are most strongly influenced by Finnish, which is an agglutinative language; grammatical inspiration also comes from Latin and Greek. The phonology is also based on Finnish, and to a lesser extent Latin, Italian and Spanish. Some interesting phonological rules are that no consonant cluster can begin or end a syllable (with one exception, the dual dative ending -nt), a word may not end in a non-dental consonant, and voiced stops must be preceded by sonorants. The first two of these phonotactic rules also exist in Finnish.
The most striking feature of Quenya is that it is a highly agglutinating language, meaning that multiple affixes are often added to words to express grammatical function. It is possible for one Quenya word to have the same meaning as an entire English sentence. For example, one could say "I have found it" in Quenya in a single verb, namely utúvienyes.
Tolkien intended Quenya to be an archaic, ancient and august language for the peoples of Middle-earth of the Third Age, being the cultural analogue of Latin in Europe[2][3]. For that reason, he decided to make Quenya look like Latin ocularly[4] and substituted K for C and Q for QU.
Tolkien wrote much more material about Quenya and his other languages than he published in his lifetime. In fact, Tolkien, a professor of linguistics, originally invented Middle-earth and its inhabitants as a means of imposing upon his artificial languages a history of war, migration and suffering. The famous novels might be considered incidental to his further and more passionately developed linguistic hobby. The journals Vinyar Tengwar and Parma Eldalamberon are devoted to editing and publishing Tolkien's linguistic papers.
Quenya is one of many constructed languages introduced over the years by science fiction and fantasy writers, some others being Klingon, Newspeak, Nadsat, the Ascian language and Lapine.
Other versions of the Legendarium
In early Tolkien's writings (see: The History of Middle-earth), this language was called Qenya (although pronounced the same as Quenya), and it underwent countless revisions in both grammar and vocabulary before it reached the form found in The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion. The term Qenya is now used to distinguish between old Qenya and the new Quenya. However, the fluid nature of Quenya (or Qenya, for that matter) makes such a distinction a highly disputed one.
See also
External links
- Ardalambion: The Tongues of Arda, Lessons, etc.
- Quenya Course
- Wordlists — the best and most up-to-date wordlists available online. (in html)
- Are High Elves Finno-Ugric?
- Quenya's relation to Finnish
- ↑ John D. Rateliff, Jason Fisher, Patrick H. Wynne, et al. (mailing list discussion), "a quick question" (#24071 and related messages; dated 29 January 2013), Mytsoc mailing list (accessed 30 January 2012)
- ↑ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, Appendix F, "The Languages and Peoples of the Third Age", "Of the Elves"
- ↑ J.R.R. Tolkien; Humphrey Carpenter, Christopher Tolkien (eds.), The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, Letter 347, (dated 17 December 1972)
- ↑ J.R.R. Tolkien; Humphrey Carpenter, Christopher Tolkien (eds.), The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, Letter 144, (dated 25 April 1954)


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Those findings emerged from a post hoc analysis of data from the Trial to Reduce Cardiovascular Events with Aranesp (TREAT) study, which revealed that the hazard ratio for developing heart failure was 1.11 for every 1% increase in HbA1c from baseline (P=0.002, 95% CI 1.04 to 1.19), said Eldrin F. Lewis, MD, of Harvard Medical School and Brigham and Women's Hospital in Boston.
For estimated GFR, heart failure risk decreased with every 1 unit increase from baseline (HR 0.99, 95% CI 0.98 to 1.00, P=0.047), Lewis reported in a late-breaking clinical poster presented here at the Heart Failure Congress.
In an interview with MedPage Today, Lewis said the strongest independent predictor of heart failure among patients in the TREAT study was a history of heart failure (HR, 2.47 95% CI 1.98 to 3.07, P<0.001), followed by baseline loop diuretic use (HR 1.64, 95% CI 1.28 to 2.09, P<0.001), and history of myocardial infarction (HR 1.48, 95% CI 1.19 to 1.85 P<0.001).
But, he said the analysis indicated it is "the modifiable risk factors such as diabetes and estimated GFR that should be the focus of prevention efforts."
The TREAT study enrolled 4,038 patients with diabetes, chronic kidney disease (defined as estimated GFR of 20 to 60 mL/min/1.732) and anemia, defined as hemoglobin ≤11 g/dL. The patients were randomized to darbepoetin (Aranesp) or placebo and followed for a median of 29 months.
The median age of the patients was 68 and 57% were women. The median estimated GFR was 34 mL/min/ 1.732. Roughly 18% of the study population had a history of myocardial infarction and 10.7% had a confirmed history of heart failure.
Overall, 10.7% of the TREAT patients developed heart failure during follow-up. In this group, age, a history of heart failure, higher HbA1c, lower estimated GFR, a history of myocardial infarction, male gender, and baseline use of loop diuretics were independently associated with increased risk of acute heart failure or cardiovascular death.
Included in the 434 patients who developed heart failure, there was a subset of 173 patients who developed incident heart failure during follow-up.
Lewis said that when he and his colleagues analyzed data from this subset, they discovered similar patterns of risk factors as independent predictors.
The TREAT trial investigated the potential role for darbepoetin alfa (Aranesp) for treatment of patients with diabetes or chronic renal disease and anemia. The trial found no benefit for darbepoetin alfa but did reveal a doubling of the risk for stroke. In this analysis, there was no significant association between randomization to darbepoetin alfa and incident heart failure.
The TREAT trial was funded by Amgen, but Lewis said he received no outside support for this analysis.
Lewis said he received research funding from Amgen.
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Zalman S. Agus, MD Emeritus Professor
University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine and Dorothy Caputo, MA, RN, BC-ADM, CDE, Nurse Planner
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Heart Failure CongressSource Reference: Lewis, E et al "Predictors of heart failure in patients with diabetes mellitus and chronic kidney disease" HFC 2010; LBT8.


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Top 12 ASU Baseball Moments of 2008: #9- Five Sun Devils Earn All-American Honors
Dec. 27, 2008
TEMPE, Ariz. - As we count down the final days of 2008, TheSunDevils.com and Arizona State Baseball countdown the Top 12 Sun Devil Baseball moments of 2008.
#9- Five Sun Devils Earn All-American Honors
Arizona State was well represented on all the College Baseball All-American lists, landing five players on All-American teams by various outlets. Headlining the group was Ike Davis, who was named a unanimous First Team All-American. Brett Wallace was a consensus First Teamer, being named to the First Team by four organizations and Second Team by the other.
Davis earned First Team honors from Baseball America, Rivals.com, Collegiate Baseball, the NCBWA and the ABCA thanks to his .385 average, 16 homers and 76 RBI. He was also 4-1 on the mound with a 2.25 ERA and four saves.
Wallace was named to the First Team by Baseball America, Rivals.com, the NCBWA and the ABCA and was a Second Team choice of Collegiate Baseball. He won the Pac-10 Triple Crown and Pac-10 Player of the Year award for the second straight season, hitting .410 with 22 homers and 83 RBI.
Mike Leake was named a Second Team All-American by Baseball America and Collegiate Baseball and earned Third Team honors from the NCBWA. He was named the Pac-10 Pitcher of the Year thanks to his 11-3 record and 3.49 ERA.
Jason Kipnis, who was the Pac-10 Newcomer of the Year, was named a Second Team All-American by the ABCA and a Third Team selection by Baseball America. He hit .371 with 14 homers and 73 RBI while stealing 24 bases.
Tommy Rafferty was named a Second Team All-American by the NCBWA after finishing the 2008 season a perfect 12-0, with all of his Pac-10 leading 35 appearances coming out of the bullpen. He also added four saves for the Devils.
In the 50 years of varsity baseball at Arizona State, over 100 players have earned All-American status. Brett Wallace, Ike Davis and Mike Leake have all earned All-American honors multiple times.
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This critter is a speedometer from a 1990 Porsche 964. I call these "hybrid" speedos because while they are ELECTRIC [not cable driven], they still retain the mechanical
odometer registers.
The usual problem with these speedos is the break-up of a couple of wee little odometer drive gears that were shit quality to begin with. Of course, you have to
take these things all apart to get to those little gears. On the left, above, is the
speedometer assembly, with its printed circuit board. In the middle, a plastic gasket, and on the right, the outer, steel, "can" or housing. The outer rings and the [plastic]
glass have already been removed. [Uhhh...PLASTIC glass? In a Porsche? Oh my...]
Here the printed circuit board has been separated from the main frame of the speedometer. We still are no where near the busted-up wee gears, but we're
gaining on it...
Believe it or not, this mish-mash is a little pancake motor that drives just the speed needle. It is fed by a little sensor somewhere in the bowels of the car, driven off the
final drive of the transmission. And...of course, there is another little motor that drives the odometer gears. And, assuming you can find THAT motor, you'll find the little busted drive gears jammed in behind it. Keep looking...
See, when the crappy little gears shredded, they sent little gear bits all through the
rest of the speedo. You have to take the bloody speedo all apart--usually--in order
to use dentist's torture tools to dig out all the little gear parts. If you don't, those
broken up parts will sure as hell screw up the new gears you install. Fun stuff....
Here is the reconditioned, CLEANED-UP, speedometer, WITH new wee gears. The
new gears are made of a different, high quality material that will probably outlast
the rest of the speedo. They will certainly outlast the [plastic] "glass"........HA!
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Today, I'm looking back at Christian and Shea from Against the Wall,
book 7 in the Firsts and Forever Series.
I love these two! Christian, my free-spirited artist with a secret, and sweet, self-conscious police officer Shea are perfect together. But it didn't start off smoothly.
Here's how they met. Christian is in a crowded nightclub with his new friend Chance and is just looking for a one-night stand. But Shea turns his world upside down -- once they both get past this awkward beginning:
"There's a seriously hot guy staring at you. Did you notice?"
"No. Where?"
"Diagonally across the dance floor. Royal blue polo shirt, shoulders and arms like Atlas."
I spotted the guy in question. Talk about gorgeous. He was totally built, with short, dark brown hair and eyes so blue I could see their color even at a distance. He was talking to three other guys. They all seemed to be about the same age, mid-twenties, but his three companions were all shorter and skinnier than him, and not to be unkind, but they were clearly dorks. The two white guys were a perfectly matched set (except that one was blond and the other brunet) who'd worn long-sleeved dress shirts along with their jeans, totally buttoned up and stiff. Their African American companion wore a bright t-shirt with the word Bazinga splashed across the front of it, along with a fedora. I had to wonder what Captain America was doing with the nerd herd.
"How would you know who that guy was looking at? This place is wall-to-wall people," I yelled to Chance.
"You're directly in his line of sight. Just watch him for a minute and you'll see I'm right."
The guy appeared to be having some sort of debate with his buddies. His friend in the fedora pointed across the bar, directly at me, and yelled something to his hot friend, who shook his head emphatically. Then one of the buttoned-down white boys took him by the shoulders, spun him toward me, and tried to give him a push. The hottie dug in his heels.
He did look up though and saw me watching him. Maybe. I still wasn't convinced that I was the focal point of his attention, though he did suddenly turn a shade of red so vivid that it was noticeable even among the club's bright, flashing lights. Chance leaned in and said, "Why don't you go talk to that guy? Ask him to dance or something."
I glanced at my companion. "First of all, I don't dance. Secondly, why would he be looking at me, out of all the people in this place? Maybe he's looking at you, you're right beside me and pretty damn hot."
"He's not looking at me. Watch." Chance got up and made his way to the center of the dance floor, then held his arms over his head and moved his slender body provocatively to the music. This got the attention of a half a dozen men around him, but not the guy in the polo shirt. Captain America was still glancing my way every few seconds while his friends appeared to give him some kind of pep talk. It involved a lot of hand gestures, yelling over the music and emphatic pointing.
I was still skeptical that any of that had a thing to do with me, but I had just decided to go say hello to him anyway when the pep talk finally worked. Captain America took a drink from the tall glass in his hand, then spun around and took a few steps in my direction, cutting across the dance floor. In the next instant, his arms were flailing over his head and he fell like a tree that had been chopped down, tripping over God knows what and landing flat on his belly. Oh man, the poor guy was dance floor road kill.
He knocked over at least ten people on his way down in a domino effect. The slippery ice that had flown out of his glass took out another dozen, most of them knocking down even more people as they fell. Chance was fairly nimble and managed to remain standing, but he was in the minority.
I leapt up to go help the guy in the polo shirt, but he was back on his feet in a flash. He darted toward the exit with his buddies in hot pursuit. Chance appeared beside me, somehow having navigated the wreckage on the dance floor, and said, "Aren't you going to go after him?"
"I still don't know if he was even coming to talk to me."
"He was, trust me."
"And what am I supposed to say to him?"
Chance grinned at me. "Try 'hi'. Works wonders." When I turned to look at him, he added, "That guy's having the worst night ever. I bet he could really use some happy right about now."
"You're right. It was good to meet you, Chance."
"Keep in touch, Christian," he said with a smile before directing his attention to a couple guys at the bar.
I looked for the boy in blue as I cut through the club, but he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't in the crowd milling out front, either. I stood out on the sidewalk and looked in both directions, and finally spotted him and his little group halfway down the block. I went after them, and as I got closer, I saw they were still debating. They had their backs to me and didn't notice me as I approached. "Let's just go back," the guy in the fedora was saying. "It's your birthday, we're supposed to be celebrating!"
"Yeah somehow, after humiliating myself in front of him of all people, I don't feel all that festive, Leo," the guy in blue said.
I was just a few feet away by now, so I stopped walking and said, "So, you probably don't mean me, which is going to make me feel like such a dumbshit for coming after you."
The foursome turned to face me, the nerd herd beaming ear-to-ear as the boy in blue went full-on deer in headlights. He still clutched the empty bar glass. "Oh, he definitely means you," Fedora Guy said. He glanced at his friend, then took a second look and poked his arm. "Isn't that right, Shea?"
I hadn't quite caught that so I asked, "Sorry, what was your name?"
Cricket, cricket.
His friends stared at him in anticipation, and finally the buttoned-down blond boy answered for him. "His name's Shea. Rhymes with gay."
His dark-haired counterpart added, "Today's his birthday, he just turned twenty-five."
I stepped a little closer and looked into those wide blue eyes, noting that he and I were the same height, six-one. "Happy birthday, Shea. I'm Christian." I tried giving him a friendly smile, but that just seemed to freak him out more.
"Dude," the buttoned down brunet told his friend in a loud stage whisper, as if I couldn't hear that, "say something."
"I...um...hi," Shea finally managed.
I smiled cheerfully. "Hi."
His posse took that as their cue. Fedora Guy chimed in, "Our work here is done! We're going over to Bas's apartment, Shea, so you'll have the whole house to yourself if you know what I mean. Nudge nudge, wink wink!" Everybody knew what he meant, and Shea once again turned a vivid shade of pink.
I stepped a little closer and carefully extracted the glass from his hand. It was surprising that it hadn't broken in the fall. As I handed it to one of his friends, my eyes never leaving Shea's, I murmured, "You are absolutely beautiful."
"Awwww yeah," buttoned-down blond boy said with a huge smile, throwing his hands in the air and swiveling his skinny hips. "It's on! Have fun, Shea! But don't forget dude, no glove, no love!"
The guy in the fedora grabbed the blond's arm and started dragging him down the sidewalk as he called, "Bye, Shea. Bye, hot guy. We'll be out late. Real late! Y'all will have plenty of time to get it on!"
"Oh God," Shea whispered, still staring at me. "I'm so sorry about that."
"Don't be. What's life without perfectly certifiable friends?" My gaze drifted to his full, luscious lips. I slid my hand around the back of his neck, pulled him to me and kissed him gently. Every part of me came alive, my pulse quickening and my cock swelling. I wanted this guy, no doubt about it. He was absolutely terrified though, and I was a little concerned that he'd throw up on me out of sheer panic.
A chorus of cat-calls came from his friends, who by now were down the block but apparently still watching. I ran my hand down his arm and asked, "Do you want to go back to your place?"
He nodded but remained rooted to the sidewalk. Maybe he'd only recently come out and wasn't used to being with guys yet. That might explain the terror. I draped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him again, lightly. Then I rested my forehead against his and told him softly, "I'd love to go home with you and fuck you all night, Shea. But that won't happen unless we actually start walking."
Christian and Shea have been overdue for a check-in, so I'm going to make a point of bringing them back in my work-in-progress. I'm currently writing Quinn's story. He's a new character I introduced in the latest book in the series, All I Ever Wanted. It should be out sometime in September.


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This story contains some pretty graphic scenes of sex between males. And if you have finally clicked your way this deep into the site its obvious you enjoy such things, so read on. But if you are underage I think you better be leaving for though biologically you can throw a boner and even father a kid and may have done all or most of this, the keepers of society feels that you should neither read nor view what you have already done!!!
I was 14 when this happened and was living with my brothers, Andy who was 25 and Mark, 19. Our parents had died in a car crash when I was just 5 and we were brought up by an aunt. After she passed away Andy and Mark took charge and has been running the house ever since. Andy worked at a local restaurant and was also involved with some local gang. He was tough and strong and nothing seemed to scare him. He had been in numerous gang fights and fought the hardest, earning the respect of his gang members and soon became a trusted lieutenant of the leader and a member of the inner group. Mark was different, he was studying and did odd jobs and was the one who really loved and cared for me. Andy was always yelling and finding faults, it was Mark who stood up for me.
I went to the local school and that's where I had met Matt the only person I could call a friend. He was the same age and came from a broken home, a father who had deserted them when he was just a baby and a drunken mom who did nothing but bring home a new guy each night and beat up Matt most other times. He was an extremely quiet and sensitive person and also a very good student. Over the years we became very close, sharing our pains and the loss of what others called 'home'. We seemed to draw on and sustain each other. The world seemed so cruel, so alien. The persons who should be guiding and caring for us were so indifferent and even hostile. Our similar situation brought us closer and soon we were spending most of our time together.
Being broke and without money we didn't go to the movies like the other guys, instead we walked the woods behind our small town and went on our bikes to the lake a little further away, to sit on its shore and talk. We got to know each other so well that even without having to open our mouth we knew what the other was thinking and convey our own thoughts.... We were what one could call true buddies and we found our little joys, our simple happiness in each other's company.
Then something happened that changed all our lives..... and with it our love for each other.
It was a Friday night, about 10 p.m. I went up to my room and was about to get ready for bed when I looked out of the window and saw a shadow move in our back yard. Instinctively I knew it was Matt and he had to be in some kinda trouble. I ran down and went out in the darkness not bothering to answer Andy as he asked where I was off to this late.
He stood behind the bush, shivering, tears streaking down his face. There was a deep cut on his cheekbone but it wasn't bleeding any more, and his forehead was bruised. Seeing me he started to walk away and I followed. We walked in silence, I knew he would tell, tell me when he wanted to, so I didn't ask. Soon we were at the edge of the woods and he sat down under a tree.
"What's it Matt?" I finally asked.
He didn't reply as he buried his face in his arms. I went forward and sat down beside him. Placing my arm around his shoulders I pulled him closer. He turned and hugged me tight and started sobbing loudly.
"They threw me out..... they threw me out!" he wailed.
I knew his mother always threatened him with that though she never really did anything for him. And tonight too she had returned, as usual, drunk and with another man. She started yelling at him when he asked for something to eat as there was nothing in the fridge and threw a bottle that missed him by just a couple of inches and when he protested she had the guy physically throw him out of the house. The guy beat him up, banging his head on the kitchen counter and cutting his cheek with the large ring he wore before throwing him out and shutting the door. He cried, he pleaded but she didn't open the door and finally he had wandered away, unsure where he should go.
"You should have come to the front door and knocked." I said.
"But Andy wouldn't have liked it......" he replied softly.
I knew what he just said was true but I also had Mark, I knew he would be behind me and he liked Matt too.
"I will kill myself!" he said suddenly, voice choked, eyes full of hurt and pain.
"Hey man, don't be foolish," I quickly replied, "do you think that will affect her?"
"Nothing will....." he said with a heavy sigh, "whether I live or die it wouldn't do anything to her...."
"Then why kill yourself?" I asked and quickly changed the subject, "Did you eat anything?"
He shook his head and stared into the darkness fresh tears welling up in his reddened eyes.
"C'mon, lets go home and you can stay with me..... But first to eat something." I got up.
He remained seated. "I think I'll run away..... no one wants me..... needs me....."
"I want you Matt, I need you. You are the only one I have..... we need each other and we know that. And besides, there will be many who will want you and love you. Now get up and let's go."
"I can't go to your place..... I will remain here tonight and then decide what to do tomorrow." he said firmly.
Silently I sat down once more and we remained that way for a long time..... Sometime during the night we both must have fallen asleep for suddenly I woke up and felt myself stiff and cold.
"Hey Matt..... wake up. It must be real late." I didn't have a watch.
"Mmmmm......" and he rolled over.
I shook him now, "Wake up Matt. I have to go home...... you come along." I said.
He opened his eyes and looked up. "You go ahead, I'll remain here."
There was no point arguing, so I got up and left. I would talk to Mark and in the morning would come back to get him. I walked silently back towards town. The streets were deserted, 'Must be real late' I thought as I entered our lane and headed home. I could see the light through the chink in the drapes and as I got to the front door could hear the faint sound of the tube.
I opened the door silently and entered...... Andy sat on the sofa reading something while Mark sat on a chair watching TV.
"Where the hell have you been..... do you know what the time is?" yelled Andy as soon as he saw me and getting up walked towards me.
I groaned softly..... I didn't want a scene now. "I had slept off." I said walking towards the bathroom.
"Slept off!" he said, louder, blocking my way. "It's two in the morning."
"I was with Matt and we fell asleep..... I didn't know the time......." I didn't know what hit me as I flew halfway across the room and hit the far wall, sliding down to the floor, dazed.
My jaws ached.... He was so fast I hadn't even notice his fist come and hit me right on my lower jaw. I could taste blood where my lips had cut and as I struggled to sit up I saw Mark rush over and restrain him. He was shouting at me and Mark as always was trying to calm him down and telling me to get to my room.
I had had enough..... I got up, "You hit me?!" I yelled, voice choked yet not ready to show him my tears, "How dare you....!" and stormed out of the house.
I heard Mark calling me, running after me but then heard the scuffle and I was out of the gate and into the dark night once again. I started running, not knowing where I was headed, eyes blurred with the unshed tears. I reached the place where we were sleeping a while ago and where Matt still lay and dropped down by his side, crying. He jumped up...
"Wh... who.... " he asked, rubbing his eyes, "Kevin!..... what's the matter?"
I told him.
We sat in silence for a long time. It was pretty cold and we shivered. Finally he stood up and said, "Lets go...."
"Where to?" I asked.
"Let's just walk."
"Well, well, well.... isn't that the great Andy's little brother?" said one voice.
As they came closer I immediately recognized them. Patrick and his friends......! They belonged to the other gang and just last week had been in a fight with my brother Andy. Two of them had been thoroughly beaten up and were in a local hospital now, critical.
"So, what is the Andy trash doing here at this hour?" he asked swaggering right up to where we sat. He reeked of beer and I noticed that he was swaying, a bottle clutched in one hand.
I didn't answer.... I wasn't in any gang and neither interested in such activities and I was in a lousy mood already. I tugged at Matt's sleeve and we got up. They surrounded us and Patrick splashed the content of his bottle on my face accompanied with a series of the choicest invectives.
I saw red.... and all my pent-up hurt and anger exploded. I spat on his face and at the same time hit him in the stomach. And all hell broke loose. We were no match for the grown up guys and six of them. They had me in a vice grip and Patrick was punching me like some sandbag.... hard and gut wrenching. The abuses came fast and thick as did the kicks and blows. They dragged me towards the tiny pool at the far end of the park and as two of them held me Patrick forced my head down under the water. I gasped, arms flailing wildly. I thought this was it when he finally pulled me up by my hair..... I gulped air before being shoved right back under water. It continued for God knows how long, I felt my strength seep out of me and my struggle weaken until finally I gave up and everything went black !
"AH.... Matt...." I groaned, "you OK?" I managed.
He kept still for a moment and then wailed again.... "I've killed him.... I've killed him...Ooohhhh !"
What was he blabbering about, I thought as I slowly sat up and looked around. GOD! There lay Patrick, on my left in a pool of blood, a thick iron rod lying a little further away !!!
"What happened?" I jumped up, forgetting all my pain and discomfort and rushed over to Matt.
"They.... they would have killed you..... as soon as I could free myself I grabbed that rod and hit him on the head..... He is dead !" Matt wailed.
I was in shock. God, now what.... was Patrick really dead?!
"And where are the others?" I asked again.
"They ran away as soon as he fell...... God, he's dead, now what...." he cried burying his face in his arms.
I was terrified ! My mind refused to work..... as I sat down by his side feeling exhausted and then with a start I sat up.... those guys would come back with the rest of the gang...... God, they'd kill us. I didn't know how must time had passed so I couldn't guess when they'd return..... we had to escape...... run to save our lives. I grabbed Matt by his collar and pulled him up and taking his hand said "RUN....... !" and we started running
I didn't know where to go...... and what would happen to us now. The gang would be looking out for us, where could we hide ? And moreover Matt had killed a person..... the police would also be after us.......... we would be sent away to some jail. My heart thumped wildly as we ran down the dark alley not knowing where we were headed.
"Ronny...... Ronny....."
The window flew open and Ronny stuck his head out and quickly pulled back. We heard him run down the stairs and the front door open. He walked out in his shorts and came to where we stood. Matt still shivering and crying..... chanting 'killed him' over and over again.
"What's the matter...... what you two doin' here at this unearthly hour?" he asked, "And what is he sayin'?"
I told him.
"Jesus Christ! What have you done ?!" he looked shocked, "C'mon, get in quick.... " he said herding us inside and shutting the door quickly.
We went up to his bedroom and sat down...... He made me change the wet clothes and then as we sat he started pacing the room, up and down...... smoking non stop.
Ronny was another member of Andy's gang and at 21 totally wild. He lived with his dad, who was away most of the time and hardly even knew if Ronny was home or away.... alive or dead. He knew me and had met Matt through me..... having taken an instant liking for the quiet boy, impressed by his gentle manners and his exceptional intelligence. Knowing we were always broke he treated us to all sorts of fancy food and even movies and took us on long drives in his car.
Suddenly he stopped and went to the large closet and got out a bag and as we watched he stuffed it with some of his clothes and zipping it up asked us to follow him.
He pushed us into his car and getting in started the engine. We didn't know where we were going as he pulled out and headed out of town. About two hours later as the highway entered a densely wooded area he pulled over and cut the engine. Looking at us he smiled and told us to get out.
"There's an old abandoned barn about 15 minutes from here..... just walk straight and you won't miss it." he said pointing to our left. "Stay there till I come back. And here..." he said taking out some money from his pocket and handing it over to Matt. He instructed us to buy some provisions from the local village store and remain in the woods..... He would find things out and once it calmed down would come and get us. We trusted him, besides we didn't have much choice, saying good bye we left the road and headed into the woods, the bag slung over my shoulder........ to an uncertain future..... we were on the run......
We went around the building inspecting it..... and finally entered it. It was rotting..... dirty, dark and musty. I shivered as we went deeper into its belly. Matt seemed oblivious..... totally lost to his surroundings. I put the bag with the clothes Ronny had given us on an old, broken bench and sat down on the dirty floor and within minutes we were both stretched out and sleeping, exhausted from the events of the night.
I don't know how long I slept but when I opened my eye it was warmer and the sun shone brightly through the broken windows and cracks in the walls, beams of warm light crisscrossing, drawing a pattern of light and shade across the dirty floor. I sat up and looked around, Matt was nowhere..... I called out his name but got no answer and then my eyes fell on the scrap of paper stuck under the bag, taking it I read.
'Be back soon.'
I stood up and stretched and turned as I heard a footstep outside. I crouched behind the bench and waited. Matt entered carrying two large paper bags that looked stuffed and heavy.
"Woke up early and went to get the provisions" he said as I rose from behind my hiding place.
"Wow, that seems a lot of things." I said going over to where he had placed the bags.
"Yeah, we will need all of 'em." he replied starting to take them out of the bag and placing them on the floor.
Bottled water, cans of food stuff, cereals, bars of chocolate, bread, a bottle of marmalade and more tins......
"I also found a small stream nearby, lets go for a swim after we have eaten something!" he said sounding excited, the gloom of the previous night totally wiped out from his face. He looked different, sounded different..... happy, carefree.
He opened the bread pack and scooping marmalade onto the slices made sandwiches which we relished, me eating my first meal after nearly 15 hours. We finished and ran out as he led the way deeper into the woods till we came to a shallow stream running quietly through the dense undergrowth. The water looked cool and sparkling and we soon stripped down to our under-shorts and plunged in. We splashed around, shouting and laughing like excited kids. Our eyes were blood shot and fingertips white and wrinkled when we finally got out of the water, driven out more by hunger than by any other consideration.... We lay on a rock, letting the breeze dry us before pulling on our clothes and heading 'home'...
We froze..... the tins and bottles were thrown all around the large room..... strewn all over the dirty floor. Matt ran in looking for the intruder.... I followed, we searched the other two smaller rooms and ran out again, going around the whole building, expecting to find the thief around the next corner. But there was no one. The forest was silent except the chirping of the birds.
We walked back and started picking up the things, putting them on the bench.
"Coons!" Matt exclaimed suddenly...... "It was a raccoon, searching for food. We have to find a place to store the food or we will starve."
We went round and soon discovered a tiny 'cupboard' built into the wall of the room at the back. The door still remained and was intact. Matt devised a 'lock' using a small piece of wood and we put all our 'treasures' inside and 'locked' it. Now our food and water was safe.
We spend the first three days just lazing around.... sitting out under the trees and talking, going for long walks into the woods and of course swimming in the stream..... We started to enjoy, enjoy being free and without a care. The incident about Patrick was nearly forgotten, the thing that had forced us here, in this strange place...... compelled us to live in an abandoned barn..... We were happy !
And then suddenly everything changed..........
"Pretty cold, huh?" I said.
He didn't reply, just kept staring. I looked back and we kept looking at each other. There was something different, different in the way he was looking at me..... He had a funny kinda look, his eyes were hooded yet sparkling. For some odd reason I started feeling funny inside..... I didn't know what, but my heart was thumping and the hair on my arms bristled. I felt flushed.... I suddenly started shivering and closed my eyes.
When I opened them again I saw him raise his hand and then felt his fingers caress my face, tracing the hairline down the ear and across the jaw. He reached my mouth and pressed his fingers to my lips, running his fingers over them, as if drawing the outline.... He traced my eyebrows and moved lower, over my cheekbones, caressing, until he was once more touching my lips. I could hear my heart beat and feel the blood rush through my body. I didn't know what it was but I felt so good, kinda languid, I wanted to surrender myself to whatever it was.
He slowly raised up on his elbow and brought his face closer and suddenly kissed me on the mouth, a light peck. I lightening bolt shot through me and I shook...... but it also felt awfully good. He kissed me again, this time his mouth was open and I felt his wet tongue lick my quivering lips. I moaned softly and as my lips parted he slid his tongue in, crushing his mouth to mine.
I knew about gays and things they were supposed to do and as far as I knew Matt, he wasn't even anything like that..... but then what were we doing...? If this was love I absolutely loved it and didn't care what tag the world would put on me. I loved this guy and had been friends for ages. Shared all our pains and joys together..... if now we shared our love for each other this couldn't be wrong !
My hand slid over his shoulder and I pulled him closer as his tongue continued to probe me and I sucked back. I felt my cock stiffen and throb inside my briefs. My whole body tingled as our bare skin came together and rubbed...... I moaned into his mouth, my fingers grabbing his hair and pushing his face closer.......
He threw off the cover and started to move lower, kissing all the way and was soon pulling off my tented brief to release my hard boy cock before taking it in his hands and showering it with a million kisses..... I shook and thrashed at the impossible pleasure ripping through me and holding his head in a tight grip I humped his face.....
He licked my pubes, running his hot and wet tongue all over the tingling surface and soon started to lick the shaft.... flicking the engorged head with short, rapid strokes. I groaned with ecstasy and when he finally took me in his mouth I yelled out loud and nearly passed out.
It was incredible...... and I wanted more, I left his head and reached out, searching .... touching his bare shoulder..... I moved my hand lower..... He shifted and moved closer..... His skin felt smooth and hot under my fluttering fingers as I reached further down, over his back and he moved still closer.... I felt the rise and my hand was soon on his shorts covered buttocks, kneading..... squeezing the full cheeks. He grunted around my cock, buried in his hot mouth.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged.... He released my cock and sat up and in one swift movement pulled off his shorts and sat back naked. We looked at each other, in the eye, a shudder passing through me. I lifted up my arms and he came..... we hugged and soon were lying again, his face at my groin and me looking at his throbbing teen cock.
I had never seen him naked before and shivered as I saw him now..... he was bigger and uncut, unlike me. It looked beautiful, especially with the loose skin pulled back, exposing the purple head, glistening with the clear liquid as it oozed out..... I closed my eyes and opening my mouth wide took him in, doing what he was doing to me.... I loved it even more, having his hot poker buried in my throat and we both pumped into each other.... moaning around the cock in our mouth.
I was experiencing funny things...... crazy feeling all over, inside and out. My head swam and my heart beat a sprinter's at the end of the race...... I held his thick shaft in one hand and caressed his thighs with the other, as my mouth swallowed him. And he was doing all sorts of crazy things too..... he had my cock deep in his mouth and was working the throat muscle around the twitching head, while his hands played with my balls, rolling them in his palm, squeezing them and I felt him reach down between my ass cheeks ! His fingers crawled deep, parting the sweaty globes and soon he was nudging my butt hole with a strong finger..... pushing in. I moved my legs apart and pushed back at him... and felt him enter me. I grunted and shook as the finger slid in and hit my prostate..... I shuddered and moaned, gripping him tighter.
It started feeling better and better and then I felt it....... the familiar sensation...... my stomach going all stiff and knotting up and my hips started pumping wildly and I knew I was ready to cum...... Still with his cock deep in my mouth I wailed and felt him push harder into my ass with the finger and I released his cock and screamed........ shooting thick wads of pubescent cum into his suckling mouth...... It was mind boggling..... absolutely amazing. I came and came unable to control my body or its movement. Like crazy I slammed into his face and poured my juice down his gulping throat, his finger still probing me and finally as I stopped and relaxed he released me and pulled out of me. I was numb !
I felt him get up and flip me over and then crawl between my legs, he pushed them far apart and soon was lying over me, covering me completely, his mouth nibbling my ears, his hot breath burning my cheek..... He slowly humped me as his hands caressed me, my face and arms....... moving down my body and up again.
"I want to love you....... I want to fu... fuck you...." he whispered.
The word 'fuck' jarred my ears but I also thrilled at the idea..... 'Yeah' I said silently, 'do all you want Matt, I am all yours.'
And he reached down and between us, gripping his large cock and I felt him place it between my parted ass cheeks and felt him align it to my anus..... and then felt him push !
I yelled at the sudden pain but also shoved back at him..... I opened up and pushed out and felt him enter...... enter me, my very essence..... and I loved the feeling. He paused as we both panted and then he took both my hands in his and holding me tight shove in again. I raised my ass and took him in and as I felt his pubic hair grind into my smooth buttocks I clamped shut the inner ring. He hollered and buried his face in my shoulder, biting me......
He moved........ and I moved...... We were both gasping as he speeded up and closing my eyes I gripped his finger even tighter......
"I...... ah, love you..... Kev...." he said in a hoarse voice. And he fucked me, fucked me till he filled me up with his juice..... and I LOVED it !
And the day after that first morning, the morning we discovered sex, he had a most amazing idea and rummaged through the bag we had brought along asking me go and wait for him at the stream. He arrived a short while later, panting from all the running, holding up the razor Ronny had thrown in, though we didn't shave yet.....
"Strip!" he commanded as I wondered what it was for and as we both stood naked at the water's edge in the woods he proceeded to shave my pubes clean and then told me to do the same to him.... ! (We still keep it that way after all these years, religiously shaving each other everyday!).
Being with him had never been so much fun.....
Ronny came exactly seven days later..... we saw him walking down the narrow path and ran out to greet him. He was smiling and hugged us. He told us that we could go back, that Patrick wasn't dead after all..... the rod had just knocked him out and he had a skull fracture, he was in the hospital but out of danger.
He had spoken to his gang and also Andy and they in turn had spoken to Patrick's brother and it was decided that all would be forgotten and forgiven...... and they wouldn't press charges so the police were closing the case. We could go back !!!
We jumped with joy and hugged each other and Ronny..... he joined in too. We ran in and quickly packed everything and trooped out, walking down to his car parked about half a mile away on the road. As I walked I turned back to look at the crumbling hull of the barn, silhouetted against the setting sun, lonely and forlorn, that had sheltered us for a week, protected us...... and above all gave me a love that I never knew was there for me to find. I would miss the woods...... the broken down barn. I nearly cried.


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macOC Sierra 10.12.3 - Panels Keyboard shortcut - Option + Command + P - not working
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I have been trying to get the Panels shortcut (Option + Command + P- acronym OCP) to work to no avail. The default F4 shorcut works fine but I prefer to use the OCP default setting if at all possible. This falls in line with the other keyboard shortcuts. Option/Command/B works fine as well as O C M, O C L and the others; however, when pressing O C P nothing happens and I get a mac invalid key combination sound.
Has anyone else come across this problem and found a fix?
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@kcunak not able to reproduce this. option+cmd+P activates the panels: toggle. tip: reset your keys to default in Preferences...


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O Lord, Teach Me, and I Shall Know
Now available: O Lord, Teach Me, and I Shall Know. This book is a collection of all the appointed readings — Old Testament, Epistle, or Gospel — from Lazarus Saturday through Pascha, as well as at Holy Unction. Also included in the book is a Foreword by His Beatitude, Metropolitan Jonah.
It is available at lulu for $12; within the next week or two, it should be available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble for $16. (The middlemen have to take their cut, too…)


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After deciding to take a year out of touring and construct a programme of professional development for myself, I'm feeling pretty positive. I have had the opportunity to work with some amazing and inspiring teachers, collaborators and fellow participants. I've written more on this, just need to copy it out of my sketchbook! But I thought I'd reflect briefly on what a great year it was to take part in these courses and exchanges and how lucky I feel it came together.
I now have a job (shock horror!) so remaining focused on creating performance is a struggle, but the fact that struggle is at the forefront of my mind so, so much feels like a positive thing. I know where I want my focus to lie and I am determined to make opportunities for my ideas and dreams to come to fruition.
I'm currently exploring two pieces, one on the traces of glitter that remained for months after I left the trad circus. Part of me just wants to play with this allegory of our love/hate relationships with what we leave behind, what becomes a part of us whether we choose it or not. There's also an interesting aspect, for me, of body image, identity and gender. How we augment ourselves and our image. I haven't yet decided whether to combine these two angles, I expect it will come through in the devising process.
The second piece has a core narrative of exploring and rediscovering the roots of our identity, the things that draw us back to ourselves and make us strong and vivid. It is essentially a follow up to Hail and Climb, to do with youth and my roots of taking to the air using some moments I discovered in the John Paul Zaccarini's Aerial Journeys workshops, the Creative Exchange with Matilda Leyser and Improbable Theatre (and my writing during and since then) and in Circomedia's What Next Playspaces....any way much more to come but I thought I'd seize this late night moment of productivity and inspiration to share my thoughts here!


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Seas without a Shore is a new collection of photographs that I've been working on for the past 18 months and am now turning into a book.
The book will be 9.5" x 12" in size and run about 150 pages with over 90 photographs. There will be a standard edition cover and also a limited edition cloth bound version. 80 cloth bound books will come with a slipcase and 20 of them will be delivered in a deluxe clamshell box. The books will be printed and bound with superb, thick paper and the highest offset print quality. The book is designed and ready to go off to the printers!
This series of photographs consists mostly of wet plate collodion (or tintype) images which is a beautiful photographic process that was invented in the mid 19th century and still to this day has passionate practitioners using this method all round the world. It's a wonderful antidote to all things digital within photography today and an alternative for those wanting to work photo-chemically and who are increasingly being deprived of film stocks to use. (Kodak RIP).
I've tried to avoid working with a very rigid theme or set of guidelines on this series and have wanted to take pictures of things, people and characters that mean a lot to me personally through themes of solitude, hope and survival. Making the masks, and many of the props and costumes is a big part of the process and it helps me define this unique and demented little world I live and shoot in. There are many still lifes (or portraits rather) of Seahorses, which I find to be one of the most beautiful and fascinating creatures in existence. The mysteries of the sea is certainly a big part of the subject matter in these pictures and I like to think that the book ends with a sort of crescendo of color images of survivors braving waves and currents, perhaps the result of a future world where ocean tides will wash away the planet's coastlines.
The rewards are described more in detail on this page.
The Book
The final covers may differ slightly from these design mock-ups:
Described below are most of the rewards. Besides the book itself, there are prints in different sizes, there is one image offered as a Platinum Print and then there are five unique tintypes, which accompany five of the box sets. As there are various options and combinations, please take the time to read through the descriptions and follow the links below to see the images with titles, sizes etc. Please e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.com with any questions.
Unique Tintypes
The five tintypes accompanying the limited edition book/clamshell box will not be scanned for further printing. They will remain truly unique, one-of-a-kind photographs. Each tintype is 3.5"x4.5" in size. They will be signed on the back, and come with an archival matte and sleeved for protection. There are 14 tintypes to choose from, so the first people to order these rewards will get their pick of these unique tintypes. Please contact me to discuss your preferred tintype. Follow this link my site to see larger versions of the tintypes:
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The Limited Edition Prints
Most of the photographs in this book will be available as archival pigment prints in various sizes. Each size is in an edition of 10 prints. Please follow this link to my website. The photographs available as prints are displayed with titles and sizes. Contact me to discuss your choice and size.
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The Platinum Print
Perhaps the godfather of all photographic prints, invented in 1873 by William Willis, the platinum has a beautiful sense of depth and richness and will last as long as the paper they are printed on. The process produces photographs of unrivaled beauty made by photographers and favored by collectors because of their tonal range, the surface quality and their permanence. A platinum print provides a broad scale of tones from black to white. The platinum tones range from warm black, to reddish brown, to expanded mid-tone grays that are unobtainable in silver prints.
8x10 Print Accompanying Limited Edition Books
The photograph, titled Hippocampus #2, will be offered as an archival pigment print in an edition of 50. This print is 8"x10.25" on 9.5"x12" paper and will come in a protective sleeve.
4x5 Open Edition Prints
Choose from the 5 photographs below:
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About Me
I've been lucky enough to have taken pictures for most of my life. I started as a teenager, shooting rock bands but I changed direction after film and art history studies that led me to the film industry and even directing various projects. I returned to shooting still pictures about 8 years ago and have had many exhibitions in different cities around the world. I don't know that I have a particular style but I think the one constant throughout my pictures is the subject matter and characters I choose to depict.
Merry Karnowsky, Los Angeles, CA, 2011
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2010
Randall Scott Gallery, Brooklyn, NY, 2009
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2009
Randall Scott Gallery, Washington D.C., 2008
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2008
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2007
James Anthony Gallery, Salt Lake City, UT, 2007
LACDA, Los Angeles, CA, 2005
Don O'Melveny Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2005
The Stockholm Center for Contemporary Art & Architechture, 2005
Randall Scott Gallery, Washington D.C., 2012
Phillips de Pury, Made in Polaroid, New York, 2011
Bo Lee Gallery, Bath, UK, 2011
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2011
Bristol City Museum, Bristol, UK, 2010
Randall Scott Gallery, Brooklyn, NY, 2010
Manifest Equality Group Show, Los Angeles, CA, 2010
Hasselblad Masters on Tour Exhibition in Hong Kong, Copenhagen, New York and London, 2009
Merry Karnowsky, Los Angeles, CA, 2009
Bo Lee Gallery, Bath, UK, 2009 (Moments of Macabre)
Bo Lee Gallery, Bath, UK, 2009 (On Borrowed Time)
Stolen Space, London, UK, 2008
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, "? THE WAR", 2008
FÄRGFABRIKEN NORR, Östersund, Sweden, 2008
Varnish Fine Art, San Francisco, CA, 2008
Corey Helford Galler,y Los Angeles, CA, "Literartistry", 2007
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2007
Berman/Turner Projects, Los Angeles, CA, 2006
Corey Helford Gallery, Los Angeles, CA, 2006
Varnish Fine Art, San Francisco, CA, 2005
Finalist 2010
Grand Prize Winner American Photo's Images of the Year 2007 ("Victims & Avengers")
Professional Photographer of the Year: Advertising – Music
1st Place Award for My Chemical Romance "The Black Parade"
Nominated for Deeper Perspectives with "Victims & Avengers"
My Chemical Romance "The Black Parade"
Nominee 2009
Winner in the Corporate category for My Chemical Romance "The Black Parade"
Winner in the Advertising category for Sony Playstation 3 "The White Room Series"
50 Photographers 2008
GO INDIE PHOTO CONTEST / PDN Stock Photo Guide 2008
Professional Grand Prize Winner & Category Winner
(for "I'm The Most Normal Person I Know")
Commissioned: Sony Playstation 3 Launch Campaign, My Chemical Romance "The Black Parade", Serj Tankian "Imperfect Harmonies", USC, The Stuttgart Ballet, Glen Campbell "Ghost on the canvas"
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'American Idol' Judges Will All Perform on Tonight's Finale!
Jennifer Lopez poses next to the judges table during the last performance show of American Idol on Tuesday (May 20) at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live in Los Angeles.
The 44-year-old "First Love" singer was joined by fellow judges Keith Urban, 46, and Harry Connick Jr., 46, as well as host Ryan Seacrest.
"Can't wait to perform with @HarryConnickJr and @KeithUrban tomorrow night on the #IdolFinale," Jennifer tweeted that day.
".@JenaAsciutto1 @CalebPJohnson – You are BOTH making it possibly THE TOUGHEST vote in Idol history!!!!" Keith tweeted to the finalists after the show.
FYI: Jennifer is wearing a Gucci dress and Jimmy Choo shoes.


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Michael Tomasky of the New Yorker writes a great feature on Obama mania.
Politics, the domain of middling time-servers and the more talented few who spend years or even decades working their way methodically up the ladder, doesn't see many phenomenons. But it certainly encountered one in late July 2004, when Barack Obama—still, then, a state senator from Illinois—gave the keynote address at the Democratic National Convention in Boston.


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Hebrews 7 Expanded Bible (EXB)
The Priest Melchizedek
7 Melchizedek [C a priest and king in the time of Abraham; Gen. 14:17–24; Heb. 5:6, 10; 6:20] was the king of Salem [C another name for Jerusalem, meaning "peace"; v. 2] and a priest for God Most High. He met Abraham when Abraham was coming back after ·defeating [L the slaughter of] the kings [Gen. 14:17–19]. When they met, Melchizedek blessed Abraham, 2 and Abraham ·gave [L apportioned/divided to] him a ·tenth [tithe] ·of everything he had brought back from the battle [L of everything]. First, Melchizedek's name means "king of ·goodness [righteousness; justice]," and he is king of Salem [C another name for Jerusalem], which means "king of peace." 3 ·No one knows who Melchizedek's father or mother was [L …without father, without mother], ·where he came from [L without genealogy], ·when he was born, or when he died [L having neither beginning of days, nor end of life; C something unstated was assumed not to exist]. Melchizedek is like the Son of God; he continues being a priest forever [C Melchizedek's unmentioned genealogy in Genesis is, by analogy, like Jesus' eternal Sonship and priesthood].
4 You can see how great Melchizedek was. Abraham, the ·great father [patriarch], gave him a tenth of ·everything that he won in battle [the spoils/booty/plunder]. 5 Now the law ·says [authorizes; commands] that those ·in the tribe [L of the sons/descendants] of Levi who become priests must collect a ·tenth [tithe] from the people—their ·own people [L brothers (and sisters)]—even though ·the priests and the people [L they] ·are from the family [are also descendants; L have come from the loins/body] of Abraham. 6 [L But] Melchizedek was not ·from the tribe of Levi [L descended from them; v. 3; C he was not from the Levitical line of priests], but he collected a ·tenth [tithe] from Abraham. And he blessed Abraham, the man who had God's promises [Gen. 12:1–3]. 7 Now ·everyone knows [it is indisputable] that the ·more important person blesses the less important person [L lesser/inferior is blessed by the greater/superior]. 8 ·Priests receive a tenth, even though they are only men who live and then die [L In the one case, mortal men receive a tithe,…]. ·But Melchizedek, who received a tenth from Abraham, continues living, as the Scripture says [L …but in the other case, the one (receives the tithe) who is declared (by Scripture) to be alive]. 9 We might even say that Levi, who receives a ·tenth [tithe], also paid it when Abraham paid Melchizedek a tenth. 10 Levi was not yet born, but he was in the ·body [loins] of his ancestor when Melchizedek met Abraham [C the Levitical priesthood is considered inferior to Melchizedek's (and Christ's) priesthood, since Levi paid tithes to Melchizedek through his ancestor Abraham].
11 ·The people were given the law concerning the system of priests from the tribe of Levi, but they could not be made perfect through that system [L If perfection could be attained through the Levitical priesthood, established for the people in the law…]. ·So there was [L …why was there…?] a need for another priest to come, a priest ·like [L in the priestly order/line of] Melchizedek, not [L in the priestly order/line of] Aaron [C Moses' brother and Israel's first high priest (5:4; Ex. 28:1); the existence of Melchizedek's priestly line implies that the priesthood through Levi and Aaron was inadequate]. 12 And when a different ·kind of priest [priesthood; priestly line] comes, the law must be changed, too. 13 ·We are saying these things about Christ, who [L For the one about whom these things are said] belonged to a different tribe [C Jesus belonged to the tribe of Judah, not Levi]. No one from that tribe [C Judah] ever served as a priest at the altar. 14 It is clear that our Lord came from the tribe of Judah, and Moses said nothing about priests belonging to that tribe [C the kings from David's line (including Jesus) came from the tribe of Judah, but the OT priesthood came through Levi and Aaron].
Jesus Is like Melchizedek
15 And this becomes even more clear ·when we see that [L if] another priest ·comes [arises; appears on the scene] who is like Melchizedek [vv. 1–14]. 16 He was not made a priest by ·human rules and laws [or regulations about physical descent/ancestry] but through the power of his life, which ·continues forever [or is indestructable]. 17 [L For] It is said about him,
"You are a priest forever,
18 The ·old [former] ·rule [commandment; regulation] is now ·set aside [nullified; abolished], because it was weak and ·useless [ineffective]. 19 The law [C of Moses] could not make anything perfect. But now a better hope has been given to us, and ·with [by means of; through] this hope we can ·come near to [approach] God. 20 ·It is important that God did this with an oath [L And it was not without an oath]. Others became priests without an oath, 21 but ·Christ [L he] became a priest with an oath, ·when God said [L by the one who said] to him:
"The Lord has ·made a promise [L sworn; C an oath]
22 ·This means that [Because of this oath,] Jesus is the guarantee of a better ·agreement from God to his people [covenant; contract; 8:7–13; Jer. 31:31–34; C the new covenant is greater than the old (the law of Moses) because it provides true forgiveness of sins].
23 When one of the other priests died, he could not continue being a priest. So there were many priests. 24 But because Jesus ·lives [remains; abides] forever, he ·will never stop serving as priest [L has a permanent/eternal priesthood]. 25 So he is able ·always to save [or to save completely/forever] those who come to God through him because he always lives, ·asking God to help [interceding for] them.
26 ·Jesus is the kind of high priest we need [L For such a high priest is indeed suited/fitting for us]. He is holy, ·sinless [innocent; blameless], ·pure [undefiled], ·not influenced by [set apart from] sinners, and he is ·raised above the heavens [or having the highest place in heaven]. 27 He is not like the other priests who had to offer sacrifices every day, first for their own sins, and then for the sins of the people. Christ offered his sacrifice only once and for all time [9:12; 10:10] when he offered himself. 28 The law ·chooses [designates; appoints] high priests who are people with weaknesses [5:2], but the word of God's oath came later than the law. It made God's Son to be the high priest, and that Son has been made perfect forever [2:10; 5:9].
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- In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
- And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
- And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
- And God saw the light, and it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
- Genesis
And with the touch of a button, Big Guy lit up the national Christmas (!) Tree. Of course, it's just a metaphor. You know, like "hostage takers."
But it appears there's a fresh wave of agnosticism sweeping through liberals in Washington, with apostates popping up everywhere. And now they're even threatening to kill Big Guy's historic tax "cut" compromise with the R-words that he crafted, all by himself, with the power vested in him.
But wait!
Crowds wait in D.C. for the Won to bring the light to the darkness
There's more!
Harry Reid plans to make revisions to the Won's deal before presenting it to the Senate. House Democrats are really irked, and refusing to even bring Big Guy's deal to the floor in its current form.
What's going on here?
It looks like a shooting star, burning itself out!
You see, you don't cut deals on your own in this town. Especially with the enemy. That's not how things work around here, I don't care who you are. Maybe if Big Guy had spent a little more time here before being immaculated to the presidency, he would have known that. Butt, he's finally learning: There's no "I" in "let's make a deal."
OK, OK. He got the message. Screw the Republicans. Big Guy's returning to his roots and has formed a new coalition to deliver what his far left base expects from him. All's right in the world once more.


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Old Town Historic Locations
The following historic locations are located in Old Town, Florida. Please select a historic place in Old Town to view detailed information including address information, historical signifiance, and much more.
Florida Historic Places
|CITY OF HAWKINSVILLE (shipwreck)
Suwannee R. 100 yds S of Old Town RR trestle
Old Town, FL
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Feel free to tell me if there's anything amiss. I am by no means perfect when it comes to this, and there's been quite a view unvotes today as well to confuse things!. My dyspraxia starts to show when I stare at reams of text.
Anyway, it's the first night. The OP has now been fully updated. People with night actions can send in their requests whenever they want! I included a possible truncation to the Night phase so we can get rolling sooner into Day Two, but if you feel like you need to use the full 24 hours or that you might reconsider, don't let me rush you, people!


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Teaching my Core Curriculum is a very exciting development, the product of many years consideration. I hope you will want to participate with it.
Over time I have noticed that individuals, or representatives of organizations, who fit into one of the following three categories regularly approach me:
1. Those who work, or aspire to work with leaders, as coaches, mentors, therapists or similar.
2. Those who research the spiritual space for their own personal and professional development, perhaps with an interest to applying the knowledge in guiding others.
3. Those who recognize and pursue a wider reality, perhaps specifically including spirituality, for their own growth and development, recognizing that their own growth is reflected in all they do, whether in their private or professional lives.
Of course, it is the third group who are usually quickest to respond to my work. But in teaching the Core Curriculum, I am looking to embrace all three groups. However, my Core Curriculum addresses an advanced level of development, and it is sometimes necessary to suggest supplementary work before undertaking the Core Curriculum. (This can be true regardless of external achievement.)
While I have taught small portions of my curriculum, and worked in depth at retreats and in seminars, I have never set out to teach the whole in defined stages, which is my intention here.
We work closely, in a very small, specialist group. For more details of what we cover, and how we work, please see Course Content (link). Certificates will be awarded at the end of the course to those who complete the work, and their names appear on my website.
Naturally the body of information that is my teachings is huge. In teaching my Core Curriculum, I am, among other factors, strongly motivated by concerns about my legacy. I want to make sure that the real fundamentals of my teaching are transmitted accurately.
As this is a new exercise, and an interactive one, I hope you understand that its shape and form may change as we establish what works best to meet our aims. The first two courses of The Core Curriculum, at Levels 1 and 2, have now been completed. They were immensely enjoyable. Some comments from participants are included below. The names of graduates of both Levels 1 and 2 are shown on the Course Graduates page.
The Core Curriculum Level 3 started in November 2013 for graduates of the previous two courses, and a new group will be starting The Core Curriculum Level 1 in February 2014. If you would like to enquire about joining the new group, I would be very pleased to hear from you. Please send me an email: email@example.com. Thank you.
I look forward to working with you.


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Association Management Services
For Condominiums, Homes, Villas, Townhomes
THE TIEHEN GROUP provides the best in associate management expertise. We are known for providing top quality Property Management services to increase cash flow and property value. Your investment deserves:
- A manager who will protect and enhance your investment value
- A manager who is responsive, readily accessible and able to communicate effectively with your Association Board and Community Residents.
- A manager who is knowledgeable and experienced in contracting.
- A manager who is experienced and performance driven
- A manager who has earned a CERTIFIED PROPERTY MANAGER, CPM designation.
- A manager who is the principal of his organization and will personally oversee the entire property management operation.
THE TIEHEN GROUP, INC. management plan will address the following:I.) Administration and Business Functions
- Key Personnel We will make the necessary commitment with appropriate experienced personnel to effectively handle the needs of the Community.
- Fiscal Analysis Our goal is to provide timely, detailed and accurate accounting, and adhere to operating budgets.
- Communication and Public Relations Our pledge to the Association is to be proactive and responsive to Board Members and Homeowners.
- Policies and Procedures Our Policies and Procedures are designed to limit liabilities and enhance property operations.
II.) Common Area Maintenance
A thorough analysis of the entire property, including all service contracts, will be conducted and recommendations made for cost control and preventive maintenance to enhance value and increase cash flow.
III.) Professional Management Fee
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"Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me."
-Strickland Gillian
Whether you're a mother, father, aunt, uncle, grandmother, grandfather, teacher, or babysitter...please make reading aloud a priority for the children in your lives!
15 Read Aloud "DON'Ts" to remember from Jim Trelease:
15 Read Aloud "DON'Ts" to remember from Jim Trelease:
- Don't read stories that you don't enjoy yourself. Your dislike will show in the reading, and that defeats your purpose.
- Don't continue reading a book once it is obvious that it was a poor choice. Admit the mistake and choose another. Make sure, however, that you've given the book a fair chance to get rolling; some, like Tuck Everlasting, start slower than others. (You can avoid the problem by prereading at least part of the book yourself.)
- If you are a teacher, don't feel you have to tie every book to class work. (Don't confine the broad spectrum of literature to the narrow limits of the curriculum.)
- Don't overwhelm your listener. Consider the intellectual, social, and emotional level of your audience in making a read-aloud selection. Never read above a child's emotional level.
- Don't select a book that many of the children already have heard or seen on television. Once a novel's plot is known, much of their interest is lost. You can, however, read a book and view the video afterward. That's a good way for children to see how much more can be portrayed in print than on film.
- In choosing novels for reading aloud, avoid books that are heavy with dialogue; they are difficult reading aloud and listening. All those indented paragraphs and quotations make for easy silent reading. The reader sees the quotations marks and knows it is a new voice, a different person speaking—but the listener doesn't. And if the writer fails to include a notation at the end of the dialogue, like "said Mrs. Murphy," the audience has no idea who said what.
- Don't be fooled by awards. Just because a book won an award doesn't guarantee that it will make a good read-aloud. In most cases, a book award is given for the quality of the writing, not for its read-aloud qualities.
- Don't start reading if you are not going to have enough time to do it justice. Having to stop after one or two pages only serves to frustrate, rather than stimulate, the child's interest in reading.
- Don't be overimpressed by book awards. Most of the great read-alouds never won a Newbery or Caldecott medal.
- Don't get too comfortable while reading. A reclining or slouching position is most apt to bring on drowsiness. A reclining position sends an immediate message to the heart: slow down. With less blood being pumped, less oxygen reaches the brain—thus drowsiness.
- Don't be unnerved by questions during the reading, particularly from very young children in your own family. If the question is obviously not for the purpose of distracting or postponing bedtime, answer the question patiently. There is no time limit for reading a book, but there is a time limit on a child's inquisitiveness. Foster that curiosity with patient answers—then resume your reading. Classroom questions, however, need to be held until the end. With twenty children all deciding to ask questions to impress the teacher, you might never reach the end of the book.
- Don't impose interpretations of a story upon your audience. A story can be just plain enjoyable, no reason necessary, and still give you plenty to talk about. The highest literacy gains occur with children who have access to discussions following a story.
- Don't confuse quantity with quality. Reading to your child for ten minutes, with your full attention and enthusiasm, may very well last longer in the child's mind than two hours of solitary television viewing.
- Don't use the book as a threat—"If you don't pick up your room, no story tonight!" As soon as your child or class sees that you've turned the book into a weapon, they'll change their attitude about books from positive to negative.
- Don't try to compete with television. If you say, "Which do you want, a story or TV?" they will usually choose the latter. That is like saying to a nine-year-old, "Which do you want, vegetables or a donut?" Since you are the adult, you choose. "The television goes off at eight-thirty in this house. If you want a story before bed, that's fine. If not, that's fine, too. But no television after eight-thirty." But don't let books appear to be responsible for depriving the children of viewing time.
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2010 Camaro SS Will Pace 99th Running of the Indianapolis 500
Making its fifth appearance as the official race pacer for the Memorial Day classic, this specially outfitted 2010 Chevrolet Camaro SS will bring a bit of old and a bit of new to the Brickyard next May 30. On the heritage front, the latest version of the SS coupe is finished in Inferno Orange with Diamond White stripes that Chevy calls a modern-day interpretation of the original rally ribbons that were seen on a Camaro that led the 500 field to the start back in 1969. As for modern touches, the 2010 pace car incarnation is fitted with a unique grille insert that Chevy plans to offer as an accessory later in the year as well as special floor mats with red and orange accent stitching that also will be available through Chevrolet dealers.
Beyond the requisite assortment of exterior decals, this high-profile Camaro Coupe preps for Speedway duty by adding amber taillamp lenses and an internal-mount strobe light system on the rear package shelf. It also upgrades its RS appearance package and leather upholstery with Inferno Orange interior accents and Indianapolis 500 logos embroidered in the front seat headrests. Power comes from the stock 6.2-liter V8 that sends its 400 horses to the rear wheels via a six-speed automatic transmission. Prior to 2010, the Camaro had been the Indy 500 pace car in 1967, 1982, 1993 and 2009.


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HAMBURG, Feb 6 (Reuters) - German car parts maker Continental still has no plans for a potential new corporate structure that are ready for formal decision, it said after an extraordinary supervisory board meeting on Tuesday.
The electronics and tyre maker reiterated that it was analysing ways to meet the challenges facing the auto industry, and said labour representatives on its supervisory board had asked for an update on the situation.
With the auto industry wrapped up in a strategic transition to zero-emission cars and self-driving technology, carmakers and suppliers are restructuring to reduce their reliance on the internal combustion engine and focus on electric propulsion.
In January, Continental had said that it was considering a structural overhaul and aims to flesh out its plans within six months.
It is working with JP Morgan on the subject, people familiar with the matter have said. (Reporting by Jan Schwartz; Writing by Arno Schuetze; Editing by Douglas Busvine)


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We are excited to announce that for the second year in a row, Turn the Page has made the Inc. 5000 Fastest Growing Businesses List!
Turn the Page was founded by CEO Rob Rance (online marketing expert) and CFO Amy Driver (web development guru) after they met at a Kansas City networking group and decided to join forces. Today the company is made up of more than 20 online marketing experts – from web designers and PPC specialists, to account executives and strategists, plus everything in between.
In 2015 Turn the Page was ranked at #411 – a huge achievement for our team. For 2016 we are currently ranked at #3897 – another great accomplishment!
We are thrilled to be among industry leaders across the nation and one of just 19 Kansas City-area businesses to make the top 5000. We're sincerely passionate about SEO, content marketing, social media, local search, PPC, website development, and all the services we offer — which is why we're able to deliver real results.


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Pathfinder Campaign
This is an ongoing Pathfinder Campaign blog.
Pathfinder stemmed from 3.5 edition Dungeons and Dragons from the OGL (Open game license), it is now somewhat more than that and is often referred to as the D&D 3.75 edition.
I will also be using the world that Pathfinder is set in as our Campaign backdrop, the world of Golorian. This world is much richer (IMHO) than say for instance, The Forgotten Realms. It is home to lands overrun by demons spewing from a great rift, Egyptian and Arabian-esque settings, Horror settings akin to Ravenloft, a land where a great space ship crashed and now the lands inhabitants have learned to hunt for and harness the power of the 'artifacts' that remain from the vessel, there of course is still typical high fantasy / medieval lands, basically Golorian is home to almost any kind of fantasy or real world historical setting you can imagine and paves the way for much more interesting adventures and discoveries than in other more well established settings.
I had considered starting people from a higher level since everyone started at 1st level in the recent 5th Edition D&D Forgotten Realms adventure we played however it is just not possible without having to re-work 6 full published adventures (The Adventure Path series of Campaigns) and time does not permit, it would also detract from the adventures which are clearly designed around starting at first level and advancing well into the higher levels per campaign.
If all goes to plan, we should finish any given Campaign (Adventure Path) in basically 12 months, assuming we play once a month. You will start at 1st level and will advance to the upper levels of character progression by its conclusion.
I am also considering opening up the character Race options so that people can play exactly what they want to play. Sadly Luke, there are no Warlocks in this setting but there are Sorcerers and Witches and some new classes as well. Happy to discuss character race and class wants with players and see what we can find that is the closest to what you would like to play. Its all about your fun as well.
Hoping this will be a long running campaign. I have certainly invested $$$'s as well as my time in it so far. Lets see how it goes and please, please, never be afraid to give feedback or straight out tell me if the game isn't working for you.
Each Adventure Path Campaign runs for 6 Adventures (which will likely equate to 12 gaming sessions = 1 year), I will run one then hopefully Micheal will take over on the second one and we will alternate between DM'ing duties where possible. We will both have a character each which will become an NPC when we are DM'ing.
We will be running through the 'Adventure Path' series of modules in publication order as I am anal like that.
The first Adventure Path being…