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Hey all!
It has been a mad summer. I moved city, went on holiday to the US and Canada, and accepted to start school again. Time has been at a premium. With that in mind, let me introduce the summer special Songs of the Month covering June, July and August.
It has been hard to keep up with all the new music. Favourites have returned (St Vincent, Benjamin Clementine, Kodie Shane, Daughter). Old masters are back (Flaming Lips, LCD Soundsytem, Mogwai, QOTSA). Along with heaps of new crushes (Diet Cig, Priests, James Heather, Girl Ray).
Enjoy! x
- Gone ~ My Bubba (Third Man Records, Detroit)
- How?? ~ Flaming Lips (Bella Union, London)
- Why Don't You Come On ~ DJDS ft. Khalid & Empress Of (Loma Vista Recordings, New York)
- Barf Day ~ Diet Cig (Frenchkiss Records, New York)
- Doomed ~ Moses Sumney (Jagjaguwar, Bloomington)
- New York ~ St Vincent (Loma Vista Recordings, New York)
- Phantom of Allepoville ~ Benjamin Clementine (Behind, Paris)
- Start a Riot ~ Kodie Shane (Greystone Park, Independent)
- Wednesday Morning Atonement ~ Curtis Harding (Self-released)
- Nothing Feels Natural ~ Priests (Sister Polygon Records, Washington D.C.)
- Ghosty ~ Girl Ray (Moshi Moshi Records, London)
- Last Minute Change of Heart ~ James Heather (Ahead of Our Time, London)
- Czech One ~ King Krule (XL Recordings, London)
- Procider ~ Frank Ocean (Blonded, Independent)
- Take Me Away ~ Daniel Ceasar Ft. Syd) (Golden Child Recordings, Canada)
- Burn It Down ~ Daughter (4AD, London)
- Freakshow ~ Ghostpoet (Self-released)
- Party in the Dark ~ Mogwai (Rock Action Records, Glasgow)
- Villains of Circumstance ~ Queens of the Stone Age (Matador Records, New York)
- What Have They Done ~ Max Richter (Milan Music, France)
- Mountainside ~ Deradoorian (Anticon., L.A.)
- On Another Ocean (January / June) ~ Fleet Foxes (Self-released)
- A Season Underground ~ Flotation Toy Warning (Talitres, Bordeaux)
- Love & Cigarettes ~ Kedr Livanskiy (2MR, New York City)
- Pulse (v.1) ~ LCD Soundsytem (Excelsior Equity Management, New York City)


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Change just two little words and feel empowered not deprived! Two little words that put you in control!
Sounds too simple to make much of a difference? I thought so too, but there is research to back it up!
According to James Clear words can make us feel like a victim or empower us.
The two little words you should never say are, 'I can't'!
Switch from 'I can't' to 'I don't'.
James states the phrase, 'I can't' indicates, "you're forcing yourself to do something you don't want to do".
When I was on a diet I would say, "I can't have dessert anymore." That immediately makes me feel deprived.
It also sounds like the power is someone else's and that I have no control.
'I don't' puts the power and control in our hands.
Now that I live with a healthy lifestyle and not a diet I say, "I don't eat dessert everyday. I save it as a treat." I am the one with the power!
A recent study concluded that when participants used the words 'I don't' they made better choices and were able to keep up the healthy lifestyle.
As part of our little steps to health we are learning about the power our thoughts have over our actions.
Let's take back the control!
I've thought of a few 'I don't' statements we can use.
Let's try them out in a few tempting scenarios.
'I don't' buy potato chips. I don't have them in my house to tempt me'.
'I don't' order French fries; they aren't worth all those calories. I don't order dessert unless I share it with a friend'.
'I don't' overeat; I try a small bit of everything. I don't let anyone bully me into over eating'.
'I don't' eat big pieces of cake. I'm satisfied with a small piece'.
'I don't' eat as I cook. I don't eat late at night'.
'I don't' miss my daily walk. I always find a way to fit it in'.
'I don't' miss my Bible reading and prayer time. 'I don't' want to start my day without talking to Jesus'.
TODAY'S little STEP: Substitute 'I don't' for 'I can't'! Be empowered before the temptation hits!
If this has encouraged you please share it on Facebook or Pinterest.
I'd love to hear your own personal 'I don't statement'.


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Today, UKYCC organised a side event on the role of youth in combatting climate change, in collaboration with Make It Real International. We aimed at showcasing how the current system alienates youth voices – although young people will bear the brunt of decisions made today. This system is rigged and should be reformed. But in the meantime, we are not going to sit and stay still. Indeed, one just needs to open their eyes to see the rising movement of young people across the world that are joining the fight against climate change, the growing optimism in our capacity as humans to unite and come up with solutions together. Whether or not youth voices are institutionalised, young people are full of solutions, and they are developing them right now. Our side event gave a glimpse of all the amazing actions that young people are taking across the world to address the climate crisis, and aimed at empowering its audience in taking climate action.
The event kick started with five speakers from China, France, Japan, Kenya and Seychelles sharing stories of what they are doing on the ground to avert the climate crisis. Solutions offered included launching a recycle and reuse scheme in a Chinese university –given that there are almost no recycling facilities in China, that's amazing!!-, running a Plastic Bag Free campaign in Seychelles –and teaching citizens to sow their own bag, so cool!-, linking established entrepreneurs with young people with a creative idea –face to face interaction is key in our digital era!-, and working on the ground with citizens to give them the means to engage in climate-friendly activities –because policy documents are useful, but let's face it- not many citizens actually read them.
From left to right: Ann-Joelle from SIAH, Zhinan from CYCAN, Joanna from UKYCC, Manon and Katrina from Make It Real International and Frederick from AYICC.
The second part was really interactive – quite a change for the UNFCCC! Participants –a diverse mix of Party representatives, journalists, youth representatives and NGO workers from all around the world- were first asked to reflect on their journey as climate activists – an exercise internally called the river of life. While doing this, they had to keep in mind the skills that they had developed throughout and the force or issue that was driving their every –climate- move.
The third part was all about SOLUTIONS. Talking is good – but only if it is followed by concrete and actual actions. Participants were divided into groups based on their interests, and tasked with developing a set of solutions to that problem. They had to do so following Make It Real's magical recipe to empower people to take action against climate change. (Seriously guys, check out what they do, it's really cool – it's la crème de la crème of citizens' empowerment). Conversations became animated in no instant, with ideas quickly filling up the room –and their piece of paper. The best ideas were then presented to the rest of the crowd.
All in all, I think we can say that our side event was a success. Working in the climate change arena can often be depressing, given the scale of the problem, the urgency to act and the political stalemate. But today, after listening to our inspiring speakers and the wide range of solutions developed during and presented at our side event, I felt hopeful about the future, and our capacity as young people to stand up and fight against climate change.
Following our side event, Joanna Read and myself were quoted by DeSmog UK, yay.


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New Delhi: The pandemonium in Parliament over corruption issue continued for the 11th day on Friday disrupting functioning, but members gave a break to their agitation to pay homage to the martyrs of Mumbai terror attacks on its second anniversary.
Both Houses witnessed a brief spell of calm after so many days of uproar when statements paying tributes to the 26/11 victims were read out by Chairman Hamid Ansari in Rajya Sabha and Speaker Meira Kumar in Lok Sabha.
In the Rajya Sabha, Ansari read out a statement paying tributes to the victims of the 26/11 terror attacks and mourned the death of 391 people in a stampede in Cambodia. In the Lok Sabha, Kumar made a statement on the Mumbai terror attacks, after which members observed silence.
Peace was short-lived in both Houses as pandemonium resumed immediately thereafter with members from the treasury and Opposition benches making vociferous demands for action against the corrupt.
The Upper House even witnessed a scuffle after a DMK member displayed a placard against AIADMK supremo Jayalalithaa which infuriated her party members who tried to snatch the papers. The House was adjourned till 1430 hours to take up Private Members` business.
Earlier when the House met for the day, Opposition members were in the well even before Ansari came in. They, however, took their seats after Ansari said he had to make obituary reference. After the obituary reference, the members again created unruly scenes forcing adjournment of the House till
In the Lok Sabha too, calm was witnessed for a brief while when the House took up the obituary reference in memory of the 26/11 victims.
An Independent member elected from Banka in Bihar, Putul Kumari, took oath.
But the moment the Speaker took up the Question Hour, Opposition members from BJP, Shiv Sena, BJD, SP and AIADMK trooped to the well demanding a JPC probe into alleged irregularities in 2G spectrum allocation.
Congress members were simultaneously on their feet demanding resignation of Karnataka Chief Minister BS Yeddyurappa over allegations of wrong doings in land allotments in the state. They also raised placards demanding
dismissal of BJD government in Karnataka on the Vedanta land
deal issue.
`Follow footsteps of Congress to save Karnataka from the worst ever Chief Minister` read a placard waved by a Congress member, while another showed a placard saying `Sack (Orissa Chief Minister) Naveen Patnaik`.
The Opposition members displayed copies of newspapers carrying reports, including those on Supreme Court asking CBI why it had not questioned former Telecom Minister A Raja.
As the din continued, Kumar adjourned the House till noon. Later, Lok Sabha was adjourned till 1530 hours to take up private members business.


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Your Celtic Shamrock Tattoos Will Tell On You
Celtic shamrock tattoos are amongst the more popular of the many Irish tattoo designs. Long believed to bring good fortune, the shamrock is a symbol of Ireland and Irish luck. The Christians there have also adopted shamrock as a motif due to how Christianity was brought into Ireland. With such rich culture of symbolism, it is no wonder that Celtic shamrock tattoos are a hot favorite with the Celt of Irish decent.
Symbol of Ireland
The shamrock is an unofficial symbol of Ireland like the harp and the leprechaun. Easily recognized by its compound leaves with three small leaflets, shamrock has been indigenous to the countryside of Ireland since time immemorial. It calls to mind the rolling hills and dales of the Emerald Isle (Ireland), and with them, the spiritual and upbeat nature of the Irish people. With the rich connotation, what better way for a Celt to identify with the unique Irish culture than wearing Celtic shamrock tattoos?
Good Luck and Fortune
Another appeal of the Celtic shamrock tattoos is the good luck they represent. Shamrock is sometimes thought of as a "lucky clover." In Irish traditions, the bride's bouquet usually includes a shamrock for good luck. So does the boutonniere or buttonhole of the groom. If you need extra good luck and good fortune, a good choice is the four-leave clover. Related by not exactly shamrock, the four-leave clover is another favorite amongst the various Celtic tattoo designs.
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Celtic Shamrock Tattoos are Sacred
Celtic shamrock tattoos are linked to Christianity and the indigenous Celtic religions too. In old Celtic culture, the number three was thought to possess magical powers. That's why the ancient Druid had long considered the shamrock a sacred plant because its leaves resemble the Celtic triple spiral image. Later when St. Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland, legend has it that he illustrated the doctrine of the Holy Trinity with a shamrock. He compared the three aspects of one god to the three leaflets of the shamrock. Since 1700's till this day, it is customary to wear a shamrock leaf on St. Patrick's Day celebrated on March 17.
As you see, Celtic shamrock tattoos are modern presentations of a very old and potent symbol. With the Celtic shamrock tattoos, you're telling the world that you either have Celtic blood or admire the Irish heritage. Then maybe you're just expressing your religious beliefs. Or--this last one is sure to be everyone's favorite--you're looking for a little bit of good luck and good fortune. So, what do you want your Celtic shamrock tattoos to tell on you?
Thats my tattoo just before it was completed
Everybody needs good luck... four leaf clover is the most well recognized good luck charm.. It's found everywhere.
Everybody gets to be lucky sometimes.
Excellent Celtic tattoos, cheers!
Hey There PiersPang-
Nice hubpage on CEltic Shamrock tattoos with a good llong article and example picture. Nice work. By the way the link "Celtic Shamrock Tattoos" at the bottom of you page doesn't seem to be working. Thought you might want to know.
At any rate welcome to hubpage and great 2nd hub. I gave it a thumbs up and have added you as a friend! Nice work.


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I found the ad in the "massage" section of the daily paper I'd picked up at the check-in desk of the hotel in Christchurch. "Male-to-male, in or out, call . . . )
I didn't want a massage. I wanted a date, a nice dinner, a gentle seduction, a loving pair of arms, the gentle snore of a man next to me, the best sleeping tablet ever invented. I wasn't particularly concerned about the cost. After all, I had several thousand American Dollars in Travelers Cheques, and a wad of New Zealand paper money, converted from Sterling at the bank down the street.
I know - you don't find soft hearts in hard-hearted business bodies . . .but maybe a good actor would do. I also have this huge problem sleeping. There's just too much of life for one lifetime, and sleep seems such a waste if you're alone.
When I was in college, I'd study until four in the morning, sleep a couple of hours, get up with the sun, or if possible a little before so as not to miss dawn, run a half hour or so, depending upon whether or not I had an early class, then shower and shave, head to the Union for breakfast, read the papers, study a little, and be at class five minutes early so as to have the best seat, halfway back on the right, where you had the best view of the board and the prof, as well as the view out the window in case the prof went off the deep end. You could admire the view, without turning your head too much away from the prof, who then thought you were quite possibly looking at him, listing to the drivel he was spouting.
Then I discovered . . . men. I plunged into that study, as soon as I found that it was actually quite pleasant to have someone wake you by massaging your morning erection with his tonsils.
My roommate came home very late from a date with his girlfriend, a very stacked but very virginal girl from the Women's College across town.
Ben had to walk home, after dropping Gina at her sorority around midnight, and it took him three pubs and an after-hours place to make the trek. It was probably around four thirty when he came in the room. The dorms were always overheated at night, frigid in day, so I had apparently thrown off my blanket and sheet, and my favorite toy was trying to touch the ceiling.
I guess Ben had had just enough to drink to say, "What the Hell, gotta try everything once."
I woke about two milliseconds before the most addictive drug of all -- a mind-blowing, eye-scrunching orgasm. When you're nineteen and still a virgin, technically (I'd been pounding pud long enough and well enough to have an MBA in Masturbatory Sciences, but my joy was until then solitary).
After that, Ben and I swapped a lot more than crib notes. But it was just a physical thing, nothing romantic or anything. (The only time we kissed was at his bachelor party, and I was drunk.) He'd take my dick in his mouth before he said "hello" when he got back from class, if I happened to be laying nude on the bed with an erection. I think I had a permanent one then. He did, too, and it was the most natural thing in the world to return the immense favor he was doing me every night, day, noon and morning. I rather liked the taste of him, after the first few tries.
It's like scotch -- whiskey is only tolerable the third or fourth time you have it., and just gets better from there on.
I managed to score at least one other guy a week, in addition to Ben, but he was my main man. I liked his technique better than all the other guys but one - an American kid from the state of Tennessee who had a full set of false teeth, following some kind of accident in a car. Wow, that was something!
But then there was graduation, and Ben's marriage only a couple of weeks later, and I was his Best Man. His brother-in-law, Robert, was even cuter than Ben, and just a year younger, so I didn't do any cradle-robbing. Nothing happened then, of course.
Next I met Robert, more than a year later, we were in queue for the cloakroom at this gay club off New Bond Street. I thought it was going to be a quickie after Napoleon's, back at my cottage in Tite street. (There was a house down the street on the same side that had a blue oval plaque that said Oscar Wilde once lived there.)
He moved in with me as soon as we determined that my penis was a perfect fit for his butt, and we had a deeply romantic affair for six years. That was when I lost my insomnia, except when he was out of town. We would make madly passionate love, then relax into tender, loving cuddling, and I would fall asleep as soon as he started his deep breathing. Never failed. I was making lots of money on the Exchange, and he was doing pretty well in the Retail trade.
Then he got the job with The Airline, and everything went to hell in a handbasket. He'd be gone for three days, or a week, or even an eighteen-day monster to Perth, Adelaide, Sydney, Adelaide, Sydney, Auckland, Sydney, Hong Kong, London, and I would be a quivering mass of jelly at his return. No sleep. Just could not get the eyes to shut for more than a couple of hours, instead of the eight we usually enjoyed. It dawned on me that I was really, totally in love with him.
It finally got to the point that I had to tell him I needed him with me, I missed him more than I could bear, and that he would have to choose between me and flying, because I could not go on.
He chose the Airline.
So, as a rational man faced with the diverging instincts of "fight" or "flight," I fled. I had a good friend in the travel industry that booked me a flight to Auckland (not on The Airline, of course) hotel and motel vouchers, rental cars, the whole thing, completely flexible. I took a two-month leave from the firm, and flew Business Class all the way to Auckland, arriving tipsy but upright. The first day and a half I recovered from the jet lag, thanks to a bottle of Halcion and a half-litre of Black Label.
I had always wanted to tour the South Island, then even do the Milford Track, one of the world's great trails. My plan was to pick up the car in Christchurch, drive the perimeter of the Island to Milford sound, then take a shuttle to the head of the Track. The rest of the trip was open. Perhaps Cairns, for the Great Barrier Reef, Bali, Bangkok, or Singapore, or Hong Kong, then home.
My car was ready at the airport. A little thing, but lots of pep, and easy to park. There was just me and a few bags, so no big deal. I checked into the hotel, and picked up the paper . . .
The voice that answered the telephone was rich, masculine, vibrant: "2137," it said.
"Hello," was my charming opening line. "I found your advertisement in the paper, and wondered if you might be free tonight."
"I could be," the voice said.
"I just got in from London, and I need a long massage to help me sleep."
"What kind of massage?"
"Anything, really. At least to start. Then I need . . . " and I explained the problem. "Would you consider it?"
"No sex?"
"Not in the job offer," I said.
"Where are you?"
I gave him the address from the room service menu, and he agreed to be there at six, for an early dinner and then a massage. I showered and shaved, threw on a white pullover and a camel blazer, a pair of dark brown trousers, and mahogany loafers (I only brought those and a black pair in addition to hiking boots and runners), then awaited his arrival, reading a little about the Track.
He arrived at exactly six. A good sign. I like promptness in a guy.
I opened the door, and got a surprise. He looked like a masseur. Athletic body, big hands, under an attractive but not pretty or handsome face. Somebody you'd be fine to be seen with, not getting stares all night because he was either too pretty and obviously gay, or too handsome, and probably gay, but in both cases obviously "rent" because he was with this guy who was neither young nor particularly handsome, although well-built and in shape, with fairly good economic standing.
Except he was a masseur who dressed well, casually, not at all flashy, just right. He looked perfect. Dark brown hair, the mahogany of my shoes, brown eyes, thin and tanned skin over a strong bone structure, wide features, a farmer's look, but sophisticated. Freckles on his nose and cheeks. Dark blue blazer with soft white shirt, grey trousers, black loafers and a watch but no rings or bracelets or earring.
"Hello, I'm Stuart," he said holding out his hand. A nice smile, a firm handshake.
"Hello! David Blaine," I said. "Come on in." I turned and led the way into the smallish lounge, with the bedroom off to the right. "Drink?"
"Just mineral water for now," he said, putting his large attaché case on the floor next to the bedroom door. "Nice room."
"Yes, I was surprised to see it when I checked in," I said. "My travel agent did all the bookings, and I told him moderate priced decent rooms, so I expected something more like a closet."
"You're older than your voice," he said. "But a lot younger than I expected."
"I'm not sure if that's good or bad," I said, handing him a glass with the bottle from the minibar. I put ice in, as I had seen that New Zealanders on the North Island invariably took their drinks à la the Americans: more ice than beverage. "You're better than I feared."
"It's neither. Just is," he said pouring the water while I made a light whiskey. "What did you fear?"
"Someone who looked like a hustler," I said, tipping my glass in his direction. "I'm not into ragamuffins or throwaways, and I like men close to my own age."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-one next month," I said. No point in being dishonest. "You?"
"Twenty-eight for the trade, thirty-two for the passport," he said easily.
I got the impression he was trying to gauge my reaction. My only reaction was to take a sip of my drink, then tell him my tentative plans for the evening. A quiet dinner near the harbour, as I had a hankering for whitebait and a decent piece of rock lobster, perhaps a drink somewhere pleasant, then back for a massage, and then the tough part of the job.
"I only sleep well when I'm . . . with someone," I said. "I don't have to have sex, but I need a good night's rest, at least tonight."
"Why tonight?"
"Well, . . . " I launched into my plans for the ten days I had alloted for the South Island, the circle tour along the coast, the drive across the southern route to Milford Sound, the trek on the Track from the Eastern side, which I had heard was the most breathtaking of all, then up the west coast, a chopper trip over the glacier, and so on. He made a few comments on the routing, told me about the hotel I remembered was booked for Milford Sound, the boat trip I was to take under the waterfall.
Somehow during all this, we also managed to finish our drink and drive to the restaurant he selected as pleasant, slightly but not overly up-scale, and having a good kitchen. The receptionist (or the woman maitresse d', I never quite know how to call them) took us to a table by the window, overlooking a small park. (He said the fish restaurants by the harbour were not as good.)
We talked about the Island, the city "Way small" he said, the scenery "eye candy is too crass." He was the first one who told me there were ten times as many sheep on South Island as people, that I should leave the camera in the bag so that I wouldn't miss anything.
I felt very comfortable with him, no pressure, no doubts of what the relationship was to be. (We had agreed a price of two hundred for the night, which I felt was exceptionally reasonable, as long as there was no sex. I gave him half the cash before we got out of the car.)
We ended up having a drink in the restaurant lounge, as it was a weeknight, and few places would be interesting. I told him specifically that I did not want to do a gay pubcrawl, not even one step. When we got back to the hotel, it was only nine o'clock, but the city seemed already to be asleep. He said something about rolling up the sidewalks at dusk.
"Why don't you undress, and I'll start that massage," he said. He picked up the attaché case and took it into the bedroom.
I followed, with a nitecap for me (he demurred), and set it on the night stand, then undressed without ado. He was undressing as well, and I couldn't help admiring his mature and muscled physique.
"You must work out a great deal," I said. "You've almost no body fat." As far as I could see, he had none at all. Chiseled, he was.
"It's partly heredity, partly exercise, partly diet," he said. "You probably noticed I ate only fish and vegetables, and drank only one glass of wine." He took off his underwear, but I looked away. I assumed he was going to put on gym shorts, or something.
"I figured you were trying to get me tipsy," I said. "Make sure I was manageable if I got ugly." I busied myself hanging things in the wardrobe.
"Not a worry," he said. "I know people pretty well, up front." When I turned, he was naked as a jay. His sex hung low and well, and his form was quite beautiful. A modest tan line, smooth skin with hair only on his chest, golden brown, and a narrow trail to his pubic area, darker brown, but not the same mahogany as his hair, slightly redder.
"You needn't do that," I said. "I was quite serious."
He actually blushed. "I'm sorry. I've had one of these 'no sex, please, we're British' customers before. He was definitely fibbing."
"I'm not," I said. "I never lie. You are attractive, but I want to sleep, not make babies. If I wanted a . . . " I paused. I almost said 'whore' . . . "sexcapade, I would have told you that up front."
"Well," he said, I've not brought my massage outfit, so we'll have to do with these." He pulled on his y-fronts and singlet, neither of which was in the slightest bit effective in hiding his treasure.
"Where do you want me?" I said, indicating the bed.
"On your stomach to start with," he said. "I need a bath sheet under you to absorb any oil." He fetched one from the bath, and draped it down the centre of the bed. "You, unlike me, need to be naked."
I took off my T-shirt and Boxers, and got on the towel, front down, my face tilted on the pillow he placed under my neck.
For a solid hour, he massaged me back and front, and it was heaven. He knew what he was doing - I learned that he trained as a physical therapist, then went to a professional sports massage school. We talked lightly, easily.
Naturally, there was one embarrassing moment when my body became erect, but he handled it well. "Shall I take you at your word?" he said, gripping me lightly. "It's quite a nice example, and it would be a pleasure to relieve any tension there."
I said something absolutely stupid. "It's just an erection. Ignore it. Or if you know how, do that thing they do in hospitals to make them go down."
"You'd rather have blue balls," he said. "It hurts!"
"Suit yourself," I said.
My penis betrayed me. It refused to soften, no matter what I thought of. Stuart was pretty good, though. He completed the massage and threw a towel over my loins, creating a circus tent.
"You have remarkable staying power," he said, putting away his lotions, going into the bath.
"My lover said I was a satyr," I said lightly. "It takes me a long time to get off unless I'm very, very excited."
"Okay, he called from the bath. "Into the shower."
"After that?" I protested, but lifted myself off the bath sheet. "It will wake me, not relax me."
"Not this shower," he said. I heard the shower begin to flow. "Come on."
I went in, and he was nude again, towel on the floor in front of the shower, and also on the warming rack. Thank god, the hotel provided lots of towels.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," I said. His dick looked a little bigger than when I had first seen it. A little longer, a little more angled.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to finish the massage," he said. "In you go." He sort of pulled me and pushed me into the spray. It was just the right temperature. He got in behind me.
"Now, face the front," he said. "Get your hair wet, and your back a little as well."
I did as I was told, brushing lightly against him with my butt as I leaned forward. When I straightened, he put his hands on my head and began to massage there as well, and the smell of the shampoo he had applied to his hands was of almonds and honey. It was wonderful. Ten minutes of bliss, followed by a thorough soaping if my back, then he told me to turn 'round.
I was erect. So was he. I didn't see, because my eyes were closed against the shampoo. We had a one stroke sword-fight. I laughed. "I promise to send you home in the morning horny."
"Shut up and let me work," he said. There was a laugh in his voice, though.
He washed my front as well, quickly and thoroughly. Including my penis, but slightly roughly, not at all sexual. My balls were carefully cleansed, and the skin of my inside thighs. My legs were next, and I was afraid of poking him in the eye, but daren't look.
"May I have a taste?" he said.
"Of what?"
"Your juices," he said. "Pity to let it all go to waste. You're flowing like a faucet."
"It happens," I said. "But I do not want anything to go any farther. Just a taste."
The head of my dick was engulfed in his mouth the instant I said 'taste,' and I felt the suction of his mouth drawing my fluids. It felt fabulous. But I wanted no more, and I pulled back after a few seconds.
"Nice," he said. "Sweet."
"Thank you. Now, I think, we should rinse and take to bed. I want to sleep six hours."
"You're serious, aren't you?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Okay, rinse off and get out of the shower."
I rinsed, keeping my eyes closed, turning under the showerhead. Every time I turned, my dick encountered his, as hard as mine. We traded places as he rinsed, and my dick seemed to be in contact with his skin more oft than not. The crack of his butt seemed particularly prone to catching me in its embrace. I have to admit, I was getting a little turned on.
He shut off the shower, and stepped out in front of me, lifting a towel to welcome me. I stepped into it, and he briskly rubbed me, all over, drying me thoroughly, and at the same time bring the blood to my skin. I tingled all over.
While he dried himself, I quickly brushed my teeth, and left him in the bath whilst I shut the light, then opened the bed and got in, on the left side. I heard the toilet flush, then the water in the sink, the sound of my toothbrush clinking against the sink as he rinsed his mouth.
He shut the light in the bath as he came out, not before I had the chance to admire the "v" profile of his upper torso, the slim hips, the . . .erection that remained.
"How do you want me to sleep?" he asked, crawling into bed next to me, facing me. I was on my back.
"We'll start with you snuggled into my shoulder," I said, your right leg over mine, your arm across my chest. We'll probably end up in a spoon, your back to me, my arms around you."
He took up the position, and I put my left hand on his arm, just lightly, to feel it there. His leg was just under my balls, and light as a feather. His erection was against my thigh, and it pleased me that I did that for him.
"Night, Stuart," I whispered, and brushed my lips across his forehead. "Sleep well."
"Night, David," he whispered, his lips on my breast.
I slept immediately. I was vaguely conscious of him turning on to his back, and I followed, and we rolled into the spoon. I think I was a little erect still, because I felt my dick slip between his legs. I went back into my deep and satisfying sleep.
"David!" I dreamed I was at the breakfast table, and my Mother was trying to get me to eat my porridge, which I rather liked, but was determined to get a reward for eating.
I woke with a slight start. I remembered immediately where I was. Stuart was in my arms, held close to me, and he felt soft and warm. My dick was a steel bar between his legs.
"What Stuart?" I asked innocently.
"I can't sleep."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm so horny I can't think," he said. "Couldn't we just . . ."
"I'd have thought you had more than enough of that," I said
"Not in a week," he said. "Most of my clients are . . . passive oral. Or just want a wank. I haven't slept with a man in months. No, years."
"Really?" I said. But I knew he wasn't lying. It had the deep ring of truth.
"Couldn't we just bend the rule, just so I can get some sleep?"
"I don't do prophylactics," I said. "If I do a guy, he gets my seed."
"Are you . . . ?"
"I get tested every six months. I haven't slept with a man other than my just-departed lover in five years. You?"
"I've never let a guy into me without a rubber, and I get the test every three months. It's been a year"
"I want to sleep with you," he said.
I rolled him to me, and whispered into his ear. "I will make love to you, my love, until you can."
He rolled further towards me, and our lips met, the sweet lips of this immeasurably attractive man inviting me into his mouth, into his soul and body.
Our erections were pressed into our bellies, as we writhed in anticipation of our mating, as our breathing increased as if we were running.
He rolled me on top of him, and spread his legs slightly so mine fit between his, my dick now massaging his balls and the underside of his dick.
"Oh, God, David, that is so wonderful!" he said as I moved my tongue down that tiny golden trail, circled around his navel, there encountering his sweet liquid for the first time. His dick fairly leapt into my lips as I breathed on the tip, and his entire body shivered as I took perhaps half of his 22 centimetres into my mouth, the thickness of it a little more than I was able to get into my throat, especially at this angle.
My hands were busy with his tits and his balls, my little finger on his rosebud, gently massaging it, letting it know that it would soon be a major participant in the mating of its master. The lips opened to me, only slightly, and my fingertip was inside the outer coil, pushing ever so lightly against the ring of muscle. His dick throbbed in my mouth, begging for release, but I held it still, massaging only with tongue and throat muscles, savouring the sweet syrup pouring forth.
My middle finger replaced its brother, and was welcomed into him with a moan from his upper body and a further opening of the lips, and the tip passed through to the soft velvet of his most private place, searching, pushing farther into the cave in quest of the spot he could not control.
A sudden quiver of his loins told me I had found the measure, and I recorded the distance for later transit, even as a second brother digit began to press at one side of the entrance. It would not be an easy entry for my member. Though not as thick as Stuart, it is not far behind, and the ring of his sphincter was too tight for the second digit to enter until I wet it thoroughly with the juices he was pumping into my mouth, where I kept it in reserve for the needs of the coming moments.
I took the opportunity to wet the third finger as well, as there was no way I would try to enter that Vise until it was ready. He moaned and said something, but my ears were roaring with blood, and I was too busy to stop and listen. I drew more syrup from him, then felt the telltale signs of impending climax under my fingertip, so I let him out of my mouth, and ran my stubble over the underside of his manhood to take away the threat for a moment, pulling my finger out with a snap. This also was to distract him as I moved the tips of my three fingers into him, slowly, smoothly, imperceptibly.
I pooled some of his syrup in his navel, ready for the next phase, and gratefully swallowed the remainder, so quenching of the fires in my belly, but only for a moment.
The ring of his butt was fooled only for a moment, and I felt it go towards contraction, which would cause him pain, so I removed one of the digits and massaged carefully the almost-cramping muscle back into docility. On the next try, I got the third finger in up to the first digit, before the cramping almost began, and I repeated the manoeuvre seven or eight times, until I was finally able to get all three fingers into him as far as the third knuckle.
Whilst this was happening below decks, I was nibbling his tiny nipples, his Adam's apple, his lips, his eyelids. He was moaning constantly now, occasionally grunting, but with lust, not pain.
"Are you ready?" I whispered in his right ear as I removed my fingers, leaving a void he was now going to want filled, and as quickly as possible.
"Oh. God, yes!" he hissed, as his legs moved farther up my torso, his butt lifted up farther from the bed. I was not going to need to push his legs back, his rosebud was at a perfectly acceptable angle for the landing sequence to begin. My hand searched for and found the little reserve of "lubrifiant" and coated my member towards the base. The head was already fully prepared from my own syrup, now flowing in full stream.
The head of my dick introduced itself to its counterpart in the coupling, and smeared it more with syrup, to ease the path for the invader, now at the portal, now pushing lightly against the ring of muscle. The ring was expecting only the three digits, unaware, relaxed, inviting.
I covered his mouth with mine, and sucked great volumes of air from his lungs as my dick made first contact, and he shuddered, began to blow out with me, cooperating in the exchange of breath, his lower body relaxing as his diaphragm pushed down.
The head of my dick popped past the ring of muscle, and the mating had begun. He opened his eyes with a snap of surprise, recognizing that I was inside, no longer outside, surprised that there had been no pain at all. His eyes focused on mine as I withdrew from his mouth, allowing him to gasp in pure fresh air to replace what I had sucked from him.
"Wow!" he said. "That's good."
"We're good together," I said. "The fit is fine."
"More," he said, pulling my mouth back to his.
I put my right hand under his butt to improve the angle, made sure his dick was pressed between our bodies, lubricated by the syrup I had smeared over him, as I sank slowly and smoothly into him. I felt the prostate, right where I had expected, and moved his butt a little higher, so that it was directly in the line of penetration.
I reached the second, softer ring within him, and gradually lubricated it, with tiny fucking motions to milk from me a little more lube, and moving forward a little, felt it close around the head of me. I moved in a little bit more, and was stopped by the base of my dick, now flush with his butt.
His kiss was urgent, his breathing labored, as he made little hunching motions against me, trying to help in the progress of my dick, assuring me that he was enjoying, not tolerating the coupling we were accomplishing.
"David, David," he said when I went to kiss his nose, "This is something."
I kissed his eyes, his nose, his lips, and began the slow thrusting which I could maintain for as long as an hour, should need be, and he moaned his pleasure, pulled me in on the downwards plunge, not just with his hands, but with his diaphragm, relaxing his ring, then tightening it on the up stroke, pulling my blood towards the tip of my dick, making the corona flare out so much that it could not pass through his sphincter without great force, trapping the beloved invader within.
His dick was being slowly fucked between us, as he moved his belly against me. Just as my dick was passing from prostate to inner ring, his was being pushed into my upper belly, and his moans became gradually longer in duration, lower in tone.
His hands flew over my back and sides, then one sought out my sac, rolling it between his fingers gently, as if he could encourage more of my seed to stand at the gates, ready to march into his inner recesses. But the barrels were full. I had not had a climax inside a man's body since Robert, and every reservoir was filled to the point that they overflowed every other night or so.
I increased the speed of my thrusts slightly, as I felt the first signs of tension in his legs, and looking down, saw the head of his dick, an angry pink, the skin of the glans as smooth as glass, signalling his readiness.
"David, I'm going to come soon," he whispered in my ear. "This is the most . . . don't let it stop . . . oh god it's so good . . ."
I sealed his mouth for the count, and increased the tempo a little more, and plunging just a little farther into him, the head of my dick getting a rich laving by the little cavern behind the rectum. I let my climax more room to grow, opening the cage door just a little. My strokes were now full length, and his moans began the upward climb to the keening of climax, his muscles began their coiling, writhing, ready to . . .
"Aaiieee," he crooned in my mouth, and his intestines grasped me in a vise like I hadn't felt since I took a young guy from Belgium, years ago. My plunging slowed, as I felt the first volley of his cum lance between us, and my cliimax hit. I yelled into his mouth as my muscle contracted under his fingers, and the first rush of semen was exploded through my dick and into his deepest recess, the head penetrating the inner ring just as it fired into him.
He launched another volley, and because I was at a different angle, the head was free, and there was the splat under my chin that told me his aim was good, that his orgasm was better. Seldom have I seen a second shot go so far. His heels beat on the small of my back, his ass muscles trembled around me, as a second shot followed my first, then a slightly weaker third, fourth and fifth, then the flowing began, when my climax is in the deepest phase. I was filling him with the seed of weeks and weeks of economy, and I felt it flowing even as he finished, as his muscles relaxed, my dick head going in just a tiny bit further.
I let my weight press down on him, as his hands went round me, and moved my lips to his temple, his ear. I whispered of the love I felt we had shared, the great pleasure he had brought me, the beauty of his body and his kisses, the joy I had in bringing him to fruition. Words, just words, but so important that the beloved hear them, even if he is to be beloved but a few hours, a few days, weeks or months.
He knew this too, and told me how I had pleasured him, how the anticipation had been building since he first saw me and wanted a little more than massage. How my eyes sparkled in the candlelight, how my voice brought my plans to life, made the tour sound so very special. How he began to wish . . .
He ran his fingers lightly over my back, sending ripples of pleasure through me, and we rolled to one side, his right leg lifting over me so he was almost side saddle on me. I was still hard, of course. It sometimes takes an hour to go soft, especially inside him like that, the blood trapped by his sphincter.
We lay like lovers, caressing, touching, whispering things I no longer wish to share. I pulled the covers over us, and we continued like that until sleep overtook us both, the peace of loving companionship overcoming all else, even the dawn. We slept thus entangled, still joined by my penis, until far into the morning, when we woke to the morrow with our plans thrown asunder, our passions reborn, and our loving only just beginning.


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Library System Review of Related Literature
ALA Emerging Leaders 2007, Project Q
Team Members:
Mario Ascencio,
George Mason University
Christy Donaldson,
Utah Valley State College
Jolie Graybill,
Northern Arizona University
Florante Ibanez,
Loyola Law Library
Our Mentors:
Loriene Roy, ALA President-Elect
Kerry Ward, ALA contact
There is a pressing need to fill the ranks of America's Librarians and other Information Professionals (i.e. archivists, museum curators, etc.). As has been discussed at many meetings, diversity of the profession is a major goal as is attracting the youth of America. The concept of a National Library Camp is a welcome project whose time has finally come. As we embark into the social networking and information sharing of Web 2.0, young people have become more and more internet, communications, and technologically savvy. As information professionals we should be on the cutting edge as well as firmly rooted in traditional librarianship.
A National Library Camp geared towards middle school and/or high school aged youth could be a nurturing and mentoring space for the next generation of Information Professionals. It can be a place for students to find the thrill and challenge of research pursuit and the satisfaction of serving others in completing their information seeking tasks and goals. Technology and established library theory can go hand in hand as we exchange ideas of information needs and solutions among professionals and students.
Camp Scenarios
Academic camps can serve as a model as well as provide an existing framework to insert a "Library/ Informational Profession" module. This module could be integrated into existing sessions of Library Research, or inclusion of information professionals as speakers on Career Panel presentations. Small groups could shadow a librarian for a day/week to observe first hand what the career entails.
Program Proposal – College / University Collaboration
Universities throughout the country have established programs to identify and work with students, usually junior high or high school students. The main goal of these programs is to get students into college. Many students may be at-risk and coming from populations that are considered at-risk economically, environmentally (geographically), and educationally (1st generation college students); or as I like to call them, "the three E's." Programs, such as Upward Bound, Trio Program, and Early Identification Programs are already working with students to help them to think and get into college. In our opinion, the American Library Association should work with these already established programs to incorporate research skills, information literacy/fluency skills, and technology skills that are currently absent from many of these programs. Many of the existing programs are aware of this absence in their programs of these important learning skills. Therefore, one of my suggestions would be to partner up with one of these already existing programs.
Upward Bound - Approximately 850 federally mandated programs throughout the U.S. in both urban and rural areas. There is a summer program component which would allow the American Library Association to create a library and information component to the already existing program.
Trio Programs - Unlike Upward Bound, Trio Programs are tied to a specific school. Therefore, students accepted into these programs and maintain a certain minimum GPA are guaranteed acceptance into the University. (www.ed.gov/about/offices/list/ope/trio/index.html)
Council for Opportunity and Education - Nonprofit organization, established in 1981, dedicated to furthering the expansion of educational opportunities throughout the United States. Through its numerous membership services, the Council works in conjunction with colleges, universities, and agencies that host TRIO Programs to specifically help low-income Americans enter college and graduate....
References: Bialeschki, M. D. (2006). What 's happening with camp enrollment? Camping Magazine, March.
← ALA Board presenation – October 2007
← Grant exploration, 2007
← Pilot Camp June 2008
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A brutal home invasion. Two small traumatized survivors who may have witnessed the horror. Lieutenant Sam Holland has never worked a case quite like this one, in which her eye-witnesses are five-year-old twins. But when Sam steps up in a big way for them, she risks her heart as much as her career.
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The technical differences between a savings account and peer to peer investing
Eligibility, risks, liquidity and returns: the differences between savings accounts and peer to peer investing.
Peer to peer (P2P) loans are a new face on a familiar concept. As well as providing bank-beating rates for borrowers, investors can get a return above what's on offer with traditional on-call cash investment products.
Peer to peer investing is largely out of reach for everyday Australians. As well as high capital requirements, you must fit the definition of a sophisticated or wholesale investor to get into the peer to peer market. There are, however, two peer to peer lenders open for "mum and dad" investors: Direct Money and RateSetter.
There are also differences in liquidity and risk. Savings accounts are a liquid investment, peer to peer investments are not; you get paid when the borrower makes repayments and your capital investment is fixed for a period of months or years. There's a chance a borrower may default on a loan too, and if this happens your money is gone.
We take a look at the differences between savings accounts and peer to peer investing so you can make an informed decision about which type of investment is right for you.
How do peer to peer investments work?
P2P investments give a higher return than deposit investments. You'll pay more on the interest you earn from P2P investing too. This method of investment allows you to deposit a lump sum of cash with the P2P lender. Your funds then sit in an account that accrues interest near the cash rate, before the P2P lender allocates your funds to different loans in accordance with your investment mandate.
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What you need to know about peer to peer lending.
What are the features of a savings account?
The following savings accounts give you the highest return on your investment:
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Your guide to high interest savings accounts.
Other differences between savings accounts and peer to peer investing
Retail and wholesale investors
With the exception of Direct Money and RateSetter, to invest in P2P loans you need to fit the definition of a sophisticated or wholesale investor. This includes SMSFs and trusts. Wholesale and sophisticated investors must have sound investment knowledge and enough capital to meet the minimum investment requirements. Australian P2P lenders can require millions in capital before you can start investing.
Invest in different types of loans
Debtors can either be individuals or businesses. For example SocietyOne lets you invest in secured livestock loans as well as individual unsecured personal loans.
Flexible investment options
Savings accounts are a one size fits all investment product, whereas P2P lenders give you more ways to invest your money. You're asked to provide an investment mandate that outlines your risk appetite and preferred investment terms; you can choose to invest in borrowers with AA, A, B, C or D credit ratings for a period of two to five years. Opting to invest in borrowers with lower credit ratings for longer terms gives the highest return.
There is no secondary market for P2P loans, the contract finishes when the loan is repaid. You will receive funds every week or fortnight as the borrower makes repayments on the principal loan balance plus interest. This is your at-call balance and you can withdraw up to this amount whenever you want. Like a term deposit, when the loan matures you can choose to withdraw or reinvest your money.
Savings accounts have little to no risk compared to P2P investing. P2P investments involve the risk that the borrower will default on the loan, though P2P lenders attempt to mitigate this risk by spreading your money across multiple loans. For example, there are an average of 40 investors for each SocietyOne personal loan. If the borrower defaults, you lose a portion of your money.
The government guarantee
Savings account balances are guaranteed by the Australian government up to the value of $250,000. The government doesn't cover P2P investments.
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Mental Health Awareness Week, May 11-17 2015
No one, alas, was home when the police scoured then smashed their way through the front-door – perhaps both luckily and unluckily.
Only neighbours returning that moment to their next-door apartment, within a lobby of four facing flats, looked on bemused - doubtless embarrassed as well as alarmed for the surrounding plastering.
A stroke of luck, however, came when those poor PCs working a Sunday lunchtime shift shredded apart walls and floors to find, not a body, but instead a stack of business cards perched on a tumble dryer.
Oh, and a message scrawled on a stray A4 page which had been glimpsed from outside by well-meaning health visitors and presumed to be a suicide note – hence the call to Colindale cops to take over.
Bathetically, the sheet was merely a mundane set of requests to a cleaner due to turn up as scheduled two days later, rather than the final dying thoughts of the homeowner.
Who was, incidentally, at that very moment diligently if occasionally a little distractedly scrutinising newswires in an office across town – unhappy, sure, yet ignorant of the panic and police raid inadvertently initiated.
It was only when abruptly, confusedly taking a tentative phone call from those business card-reading cops, offering an explanation just short of an apology, that he learnt what had happened.
But it was on later arriving home, confronted by a chaotic mess both inside and outside, that the extent became clear of what had been brought about by ... merely seeking help.
And - having attempted to remain pragmatic enough during previous weeks of mounting despair, sudden sobs and suicidally grisly visions - that he now just hit the ripped-up floor and dissolved.
A career-long preference has been to avoid using, let alone over-using, the personal pronoun in articles – even if that might then necessitate awkward syntactic contortions.
And yet in this case perhaps that personal rule should come to an end, albeit briefly.
Apologies for the duration of this, honest. Because, dear reader, I was that (not-so-brave) soldier.
It was my private counsellor who instructed my GP, who referred me to Barnet NHS's 'Crisis' service, who in turn called the police, who had the admittedly-unenviable role of turning up to discover a suspected suicide.
Apologies have followed, not just for the failure of health workers to call my mobile or any of the other friends' and family numbers they were given before blundering in.
The ensuing days also brought more worry, with promised calls and visits delayed for hours, apparently cancelled without warning and once called off because the scheduled health worker 'got lost'.
In retrospect, much of this seems understandable and fair enough, knowing just how pressurised such staff must be - how many other similar cases, and worse, must be met elsewhere.
But at a time of near-suicidal anxiety and disorientation, the extra stress hardly helped - and hardly provided much confidence in the very structuring and resources of those in such responsible roles.
Budgets for mental health services in England have been cut by eight per cent in real terms in the past five years, with the equivalent of 200 full-time staff lost since 2012 - despite demand rising by 20 per cent.
GPs will typically not only prescribe anti-depressants but refer patients to the NHS-run IAPT scheme - standing for Improving Access to Psychological Therapies.
Up to 16 sessions of cognitive behavioural therapy are recommended - and yet the burden of referrals is such that one in ten patients wait a year simply for assessment and one in six attempt suicide while on the list.
And a stigma remains, preventing sufferers from seeking help and leading to misdiagnoses or misdirected assistance even when professionals are alerted.
Meanwhile, figures show 62 per cent of Disability Living Allowance and Employment Support Allowance claimants facing sanctions for not working are mental health patients, despite these making up just half of all applicants.
Nick Clegg and new leadership contender Norman Lamb also pushed mightily, while in government, for mental health treatment to be subject to the same focus and targets as physical healthcare.
Of course NHS services of all kinds are overwhelmed. Yet mental health bears an even heavier, if less visible, burden.
This was not (honestly) meant to be the over-written, over-wrought whine of a privileged person shocked by a rare confrontation with such services needed by so many thousands, millions, far less fortunate.
Although 'over-written' and 'over-wrought', guilty as ever as charged...
Depression had long been a humdrum background, well, hum in my life, from first seeking help as a self-harming student struggling with low self-esteem, anxious ambitions and stifling shyness.
Later came years of alternating between different antidepressant treatments with sporadically more damaging slumps and, in recent years, promises of GP contact towards NHS talking-therapies.
These failed to come, but as a functioning and accepting individual, that seemed fair and fine enough – anti-depressants, for all that some see their use or (over?)-prescription as harmful, felt harmlessly stabilising here.
Better just keep on keeping on, with their help, while waiting for anything further.
Crisis point - and Crisis referral - came after weeks, maybe months, of deterioration in mood, spasms of sobbing, increasing listlessness at home and at work, plus growing preoccupation with past and present failures and how to avoid the future.
On friends' advice, and having been kept waiting for a year for referral to talking therapies, I began seeing a private counsellor based locally - in sessions that swiftly become less about tackling long-term self-esteem issues than coping with current collapsing.
Friends and family and colleagues had expressed worries already about moods seeming bleaker than those usual long-held depressive tendencies.
And, in fact, although wary of admitting this to anyone, even loved ones, I was beginning to admit alarm to myself at how often and easily I would break down in tears not only alone at night, or alone at my desk, but in company.
Not only suicidal ideas but plans occupied my mind, prompting searches for diagrams as to the best and most effective knots for a noose – several of which I tried at home with dressing-gown cords which, once finally satisfied, got kept to hand at all times.
Not just knots – the research took in scrutiny of angles, weights, timings.
Displacement activity, I would tell myself when mildly blither moods settled – better to focus on a goal while knowing it will remain unfulfilled, than simply drift into oblivion in which anything could happen.
And yet, and yet ... The knowledge I would be better off dead, and wish to make it so, would usually clash against the awareness of how others might react – that is, close comrades, especially those who, alive to potential dangers, made emotively clear their potential horror.
And thus, I not only felt hatred of myself and a desire for death, but also immediate guilt at the thought of what that might involve – not for me, but for others. And guilt that they should feel so concerned about and prospectively affected by someone so unworthy.
In dreary sleepless nights, whether struggling to doze off due to swirling emotions or else the body refusing to do anything but cliché-like twist and turn, at times an instinct to recklessly swish across myself with a blade felt tempting.
Several times I did succumb to what felt most like curiosity, searing a razor across arms that for many years had settled into mere griddles of white lines but now became newly-scarred with fat and angry red welts.
Just as much to explore whether, well, doing so did anything. Could this provide some relief – some self-expression – some punishment?
For all that family and friends have offered well-meaning rejoinders, one response that sticks in the mind from someone once close is that I indulged too readily in self-pity.
And yet that too, equally - albeit differently - to compliments, felt jarring and unwanted.
Rather, not self-pity, inviting sympathy, but instead self-fury, expressing scorn.
And yet the self-harm, even if it still occasionally feels appealing, nevertheless came across as unsatisfying.
Not that it actually really hurts when swiping – the main pain follows in the days ahead, each scar however well-tended tending to sting to every touch.
But the familiar old necessary rigmarole, of cleansing, dressing and clearing up, barely felt a fulfilling use of an evening.
Then there came the same old sense of abashment the next day, with potentially ahead the awkwardness whenever exposing arms, say, in changing-rooms or to a new partner's curious scrutiny.
Once finally put in touch with the right people, at the right time, and with no sledgehammers in hand, some tentative progress began to be made last autumn.
A month of very useful sessions with a Crisis team psychotherapist provided clear goals, techniques, patterns of thinking and behaviour - supported by extremely sympathetic and supportive employers and colleagues.
A recent survey by AXA PPP suggested seven out of ten bosses do not believe mental illness merits time off work.
Yet everyone at Metro and its parent company have gone beyond the call, setting up medical help, allowing time off and offering plenty of sympathy and understanding throughout.
Deaths in the family and other difficulties have led to lapses over the months in between initial alarm and the current tentative efforts at recovery and returning to something like normality.
But since that confused initial response from the authorities, individuals have gradually been better co-ordinated - and there was even a recent end to a dragging wait for the next, post-Crisis stage of IAPT assistance.
Having often been struck confronted by the barely-believable stoicism of those forced into refugee camps, Aids clinics and famine-stricken subsistence in other parts of the world, I know all too well how blessed I have been.
Lucky in the love of family and friends, the sympathy and support beyond all measure of bosses and colleagues at work, in a way other employers may have not been so accepting nor encouraging.
And lucky in, for all the glitches glimpsed in these over-crammed and under-resourced National Health Service systems, the eventual assistance and sensitivity of friendly folk doing their bit, doing their best.
And yet, and yet...
Looking at the numbers involved, whether for funding or patient demand, cannot help but fuel fears for so many more who neither get the proper timely help in the first place, nor the right sort of fought-for follow-ups.
And so either stay silent or silenced.
I feel fortunate to be here, grateful for all support.
Guilt at being here, burdensome to be accessing such support.
And fearful for all those missing out much more – and for whom that over-emphatic police knock on the door might follow an alarm not false but too true, and tragically too late.


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A looong talk indeed. I can imagine her blushing through 95% of that talk.
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Personally, I doubt that Tsukune had a choice in the matter of undergoing Tohou Fuhai's ritual.
After all, I believe that Tsukune's "transformation" into something similar to Alucard would happen eventually, even if Tsukune hadn't underwent the human modification ritual.
And if that occurred, his condition would be probably even worse - after all, while the Human Modification Ritual has changed Tsukune's "condition", it has also definitely helped Tsukune when it comes to controlling his vampire abilities - the fight against Kuyou and Akua have definitely provided examples that Tsukune's "control" has increased.
Furthermore, I think that Inner Moka would also feel a little guilty about the fact that Tsukune has become... well, to say it delicately,... less human, since, after all, it is Moka's Shinso blood, that is responsible for Tsukune's transformation to begin with.
I just hope, that it will be a different thing, then what has occurred in the first season - you know, the aftermath of the first "Ghoul Incident".
In other words, there are deferentially a lot of factor's to consider when it comes to the "discussion" of Tsukune's recent power up, especially considering the fact that we still don't know how serious Tsukune's current "condition" is.
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Maaaaaaaan, only 27 chapters? That was way too short to me and another month to wait -_-
But overall, this chapter is severely awesome. This explains now why haji is attracted to lolis.
Oh and touhai said "Where did your spirit that could shake the heavens go?"
Another possible feat is that issa is also strong mentally.
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|2012-11-04, 00:44
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... it is possible he's playing the old game of "keep your friends close, but keep your enemies even closer" along with a mix of "you must fool your friends in order to fool your enemies"
actually, I really do hope that's the game he's playing, and isn't on the "world destruction" boat
|2012-11-04, 01:39
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The chapter ends in the same place as the raws, and I haven't noticed any missing pages in it.
So, yeah the translation is complete, and this chapter only had 27 pages.
As for the chapter itself, well Gyokuro is evil, it seems like she somehow changed the vampires, from the second squad into an entirely different race - probably some kind of experiment related with Alucard.
It has also been implied that she - or the Masked King - did something to Issa, so it might be possible that he is not doing this, out of his own "free will".
Anyway, I think that Tsukune will have still a role to play in the future chapters - after all, it's time to show Gyokuro, what a "real monster" is
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well I wonder where is Kiria and that other guy (the one who stole a kiss on mizore)... they had planned something as they are the rats who allowed them to enter the base.... and it might be that issa is working with that guy... since issa doesnt do much fighting but olny talking
I wonder when tsukune will shock everyone with his new look :P I guess first they need to get some beating... tsukune needs to be pirced or pushed to a corner so the other him could come out and play...
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|2012-11-04, 17:08
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It was a good call-out from Fuhai on Issa not being the first into battle himself. If you'd remember from Moka's memories, Issa left the intruders alone to see if they'd make it to the main house, where he'd take them on alone. Standing back and merely watching is not Issa's style. But he's got a much clearer head on him than I initially gave him credit for. I was worried that he'd go for Fuhai's head once he mentioned Akasha.
Bash brothers indeed. Powerful single attacks coupled with a high-speed group attack will munch pretty much any squad the way Gin and Haji ran it. Beautiful combo-team from them. Too bad it worked too well.
Ah, Kokoa... you're already a bright star. I've liked her more in the past two chapters than ever before, particularly because of the character growth she's experienced. Plus I've found her to be extremely cute now.
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The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott
by Kelly O'Connor McNees
Amy Einhorn Books/Putnam (April 1, 2010)
352 pages
I read The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott as part of the Reading Series hosted by Hey Lady! Whatcha Readin'?
From the Author's Website:
Millions of readers across generations have laughed and cried with the March sisters—Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy—of Louisa May Alcott's classic novel, Little Women. And there has never been a more beloved heroine in the history of American letters than Jo March, Louisa's alter ego and an iconic figure of independent spirit and big dreams. But as Louisa knew all too well, big dreams often come at a cost.
In her debut novel, The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott, Kelly O'Connor McNees deftly mixes fact and fiction as she imagines a summer lost to history, carefully purged from Louisa's letters and journals, a summer that would change the course of Louisa's writing career—and inspire the story of love and heartbreak between Jo and Teddy "Laurie" Laurence, Jo's devoted neighbor and kindred spirit.
In the summer of 1855, Walt Whitman's controversial Leaves of Grass has just been released, and the notion of making a living as a writer is still a far-off dream for Louisa. She is twenty-two years old, vivacious, and bursting with a desire to be free of her family and societal constraints so she can do what she loves the most—write. The Alcott family, destitute, as usual, moves to a generous uncle's empty house in Walpole, New Hampshire, for the summer. Here, a striking but pensive Louisa meets the fictional Joseph Singer. Louisa is initially unimpressed by Joseph's charms. But just as Louisa begins to open her heart, she learns that Joseph may not be free to give his away. Their new found love carries a steep price, and Louisa fears she may pay with the independence she has fought so hard to protect.
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In a sentence: I adored this book!
I can still remember sitting in the back seat of my parents' car when I was twelve years old, driving to North Carolina for my first look at snow. I was consumed with Little Women - I knew from that moment that I would always love reading. Jo's character was so admirable to me: strong, smart, focused, independent. She was everything that I could see myself wanting to be.
The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott provided a spectacular glimpse at the author that brought me Jo. The view of Alcott's hometown, the family that shaped her life, and an opportunity to move away and become the writer that she wanted to be was breathtakingly real. I enjoyed the way that the author provided background to Alcott's home life, including her father's transcendentalist lifestyle to which he dedicated all of his focus, despite the ill effects that it may have on his family.
Louisa's relationship with Joseph Singer was stunning and heartbreaking. Louisa's character was so strong and determined to follow her dreams of writing that she was not looking for the love that she found with Joseph. The descriptions of their romance were lovely and real. I felt as if I was reading a novel from the 19th or early 20th century and liked how McNees did not feel the need to give in your face descriptions of the love affair, but provided just enough to let your heart imagine their affection.
I highly recommend The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott. McNees has created a wonderful love story and an empowering story for women that was worthy of Louisa May Alcott's life.
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Source: A special thank you for the ARC that was provided by Riverhead Books
Monday, April 05, 2010
Book Review: The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott by Kelly O'Connor McNees
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2 comments:
I haven't started this one yet but will bring it with me on vacation later this week. I'm so glad to hear that you loved it, I have so many good books to chose from at the moment that the decision process is difficult. I guess this is a good issue to have :)ReplyDelete
Hi Kristi, I really enjoyed this one too. I was a huge Little Women fan as a kid and just loved this imagined book about Louisa May Alcott's life. Great review.ReplyDelete
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