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About Rajasthan
Rajasthan is located in the northwestern part of the subcontinent. It is bordered on its west and northwest by Pakistan, on its north and northeast by the states of Punjab, Haryana, and Uttar Pradesh, on its east and southeast by the states of Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh, and on its southwest by the state of Gujarat. The Tropic of Cancer passes through its southern tip in the Banswara district. The state has an area of 3,42,239 square kilometers. The capital city is Jaipur.
|Facts on Rajasthan
|Official Website
|Date of Formation
|Nov 1, 1956
|342,239 sq km
|Total Population (2011)
|Males Population (2011)
|Females Population (2011)
|No. of District
|Luni, Banas, Kali Sindh, Chambal, Jawal etc.
|Forests & National Park
|Keoladeo NP, Ranthambore NP, Bassi WS, Tal Chhapar WS, National Chambal WS etc.
|Rajasthani, Marwari, Mewari, Dhundhari, Mewati and Harauti, Hindi, Punjabi
|Neighbours State
|Madhya Pradesh, Gujarat, Haryana, Uttar Pradesh, Delhi, Punjab
|State Animal
|State Bird
|Great Indian Bustard
|State Tree
|State Flower
|Net State Domestic Product (2011)
|Literacy Rate (2011)
|Females per 1000 males
|Assembly constituency
|Parliamentary constituency
- Places of Interest
- Travel Guide
- Festivals & Culture
- Famous Places
- Forts & Palaces
Geography and Climate of Rajasthan
History of Rajasthan
Archaeological and historical evidence shows a continuous human habitation of the area dating back to 100,000 years. Between the 7th and the 11th century AD, several dynasties arose, with Rajput strength reaching its peak at the beginning of the 16th century. Emperor Akbar brought the Rajput states into the Mughal Empire; by early 19th century they allied with the Marathas. With the decline of the Mughals, the Rajputs gradually clawed back their independence through a series of spectacular victories, but, by then a new force to reckon with, had emerged on the scene in the form of the British. Most Rajput states entered into alliances with the British, which allowed them to continue as independent states, each with its own maharaja, subject to certain economic and political constraints. These alliances proved to be the beginning of the end of the Rajputs, and soon the extravagance and indulgence of the rulers led to the disintegration of the Rajput kingdoms. The present form of Rajasthan came into being after the Independence. More Detail...
Demographics of Rajasthan
Rajasthan has a population of 6,85,48,437 as per the 2011 census. The population growth over the last ten years has been around 21.44%. The sex ratio of Rajasthan is 926 per 1000 males. The literacy rate in the state is 67.06%. The largest cities of Rajasthan are Jaipur, Jodhpur and Kota. The state of Rajasthan has 33 districts.
Government and Politics of Rajasthan
Rajasthan has a single-chamber legislative assembly with 200 seats. The state sends 35 members to the Indian Parliament: 10 to the Rajya Sabha (Upper House) and 25 to the Lok Sabha (Lower House). Local government is based on 30 administrative districts. In politics, Rajasthan is dominated by two major parties: the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) and the Indian National Congress (INC).
Economy and Infrastructure of Rajasthan
Rajasthan's economy is mainly agricultural; millet, wheat, maize (corn), and cotton are grown. Though parts of the state are extremely dry, and are covered by the Thar Desert, the total cultivable area in the state is 27,465 thousand hectares, and the sown area, 20,167 thousand hectares. Tourism is also an important part of the economy.
Primarily an agricultural and pastoral economy, Rajasthan has good reserve of mineral resources. The state accounts for India's entire output of zinc concentrates, and also produces emeralds and garnets, gypsum, silver ore, asbestos, feldspar and mica. It has rich salt deposits at Sambhar and elsewhere and copper mines at Khetri and Dariba. The white marble is mined at Markana near Jodhpur. The main industries are of textiles, rugs and woolen goods, vegetable oils and dyes. Heavy industries include the construction of railway rolling stock, copper and zinc smelting. The chemical industry also produces caustic soda, calcium carbide and sulphuric acid, fertilizer, pesticides and insecticides. The principal industrial complexes are at Jaipur, Kota, Udaipur and Bhilwara.
Having acres of arid land, Rajasthan needs extensive irrigation. It receives water from the Punjab rivers and also from the Western Yamuna (Haryana) and Agra canals (Uttar Pradesh) and from the Sabarmati and Narmada Sagar projects to the south. There are thousands of tanks (village ponds or lakes), but they suffer from drought and silt. Rajasthan shares the Bhakra Nangal project with the Punjab and the Chambal Valley project with Madhya Pradesh; both are used to supply water for irrigation and for drinking purposes. The Rajasthan Canal, renamed the Indira Gandhi Canal in the mid-1980s in the memory of the late Prime Minister, carries water from the Beas and Sutlej rivers in Punjab some 400 miles to irrigate desert land in northwestern and western Rajasthan. More Detail...
The Rajputs though representing only a small percentage of the population are the most important section of the population in Rajasthan. They are proud of their warlike reputation and of their ancestry. The Brahman class is subdivided into many Gotras, while the Mahajans (the trading class) are subdivided into a bewildering number of groups. Some of these groups are Jainas, while others are Hindus. In the north and west the Jats and Gujjars are among the largest agricultural communities.
Aboriginal peoples in the Alwar, Jaipur, Bharatpur and Dholpur areas include the Minas (Mewatis); the Banjaras, who are travelling tradesmen and artisans; and the Gadia Lohars, another itinerant tribe, who make and repair agricultural and household implements. The Bhils, one of the oldest peoples in India, inhabit the districts of Bhilwara, Chittaurgarh, Dungarpur, Banswara, Udaipur and Sirohi and are famous for their skill in archery. The Grasias and nomadic Kathodis live in the Mewar region. Sahariyas are found in the Kota district, and the Rabaris of the Marwar region are cattle breeders. More Detail...
Festivals of Rajasthan
The spring festival Gangaur during late March to early April and the Teej festival between early and late August is important in Rajasthan. The Teej welcomes the monsoon, when the state's many lakes become full. The Pushkar camel and cattle fair during mid-November, the Nagaur festival during late January to early February and the Koolyat Fair at Bikaner during mid to late November are well known fairs. The Desert Festival at Jaisalmer during early to mid-February is a famous modern fair. More Detail...
Language of Rajasthan
The principal language of the state is Rajasthani, comprising a group of Indo-Aryan dialects derived from Dingal, a tongue in which bards once sang of the glories of their masters. The four main dialects are Marwari (in western Rajasthan), Jaipuri or Dhundhari (in the east and southeast), Malvi (Malwi; in the southeast), and, in Alwar, Mewati, which shades off into Braj Bhasa in Bharatpur district. The use of Rajasthani is declining with the spread of modern education, and its place is being taken by Hindi (the official state language of Rajasthan).
In the recent years, the state of Rajasthan has made a significant growth in the area of education. As per census 2011, the literacy rate in the state was recorded at 67.06%. The school level education in the state is either affiliated to the Board of Secondary Education, Rajasthan (BSER) or the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE). There are about nine universities in the state with more than 250 colleges. There are about 23 polytechnic colleges and more than 150 Industrial Training Institutes (ITI). There are three major and popular education institutes in the state - IIT Jodhpur, Birla Institute of Technology and Science, Pilani and IIM Udaipur.
Religion in Rajasthan
Hinduism, the religion of most of the population, is generally practiced through the worship of Brahma, Shiva, Shakti, Vishnu (Visnu), and other gods and goddesses. Nathdwara is an important religious centre for the Vallabhacharya sect of Krishna followers. There are also followers of the Arya Samaj, a reforming sect of modern Hinduism, as well as other forms of that religion. Jainism is also important; it has not been the religion of the rulers of Rajasthan but has followers among the trading class and the wealthy section of society. Mahavirji, Ranakpur, Dhulev, and Karera are the chief centres of Jaina pilgrimage. Another important religious sect is formed by the Dadupanthis, the followers of Dadu (d. 1603), who preached the equality of all men, strict vegetarianism, total abstinence from intoxicating liquor, and lifelong celibacy.
Tourism of Rajasthan
Endowed with natural beauty, Rajasthan attracts thousands of tourists in India. Tourism makes up of eight percent of the state's domestic product. Rajasthan is famous for the forts, temples and decorated Havelis. Many old and neglected forts and palaces have been converted into heritage hotels. Due to this, employment in the hospitality sector has increased. Rajasthan has several tourist sights, especially in ancient and medieval architecture. Places of interest are Mount Abu, Ajmer, Alwar (Sariska tiger sanctuary), Bharatpur (Keoladeo bird sanctuary),Bikaner, Jaipur (the Pink City), Jodhpur, Udaipur, Pali, Jaisalmer and Chittorgarh. Tourism was given industry status in 1992.
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Cities to visit in Rajasthan
The state is connected to many national highways, most popular being NH 8. There are three airports in Rajasthan which connect the state with other major cities of the country. Most of the cities of the state are connected through railways. The Kota City is the Electrified section which is served by three Rajdhani Expresses and other trains to all other major cities. It also has an international railway, the Thar Express which runs from Jodhpur to Karachi. The state is well connected to other cities through state and national highways. Rajasthan State Road Transport Corporation (RSRTC) and many private operators operate bus services within the state.
Best Time to visit Rajasthan
Though Rajasthan can turn to be a year around destination, the locals as well as travellers recommend October to March as the best period to visit the state. With a majority of desert festivals planned for winters, Rajasthan can lift your spirits in an excellent way. If you're looking forward to visit the very popular hills of Mt. Abu, then a visit during the summer months of May, June and July will be overwhelming.
Weather of Rajasthan
Just like its topography, Rajasthan witnesses varying climate in different cities. While the pre-monsoon season extends from April to June, the Monsoon season brings rain to Rajasthan in June (for eastern regions) and mid-July (for western arid regions). Then, there is a Post Monsoon season which starts from mid-September and continues till November. Lastly, there is the Winter season which extends from December to March, with January being the coldest month of the year.
How to reach Rajasthan
Rajasthan is well connected with other Indian states via road, rail and air. On the contrary, if you are an International tourist, then you can choose Delhi or Mumbai for reaching Rajasthan. Delhi's Indira Gandhi International Airport (IGI) is just 250KM from Rajasthan. You can easily catch a flight connecting Delhi and Mumbai and further to Jaipur (the capital city of Rajasthan). Talking about Indian travellers, well they can reach Rajasthan via direct superfast and several express trains. These trains connect several cities to Jaipur and are cost-efficient too. Making an advanced booking with a confirmed or RAC status ticket is highly advised prior to boarding a train to Rajasthan.
Blogs about Rajasthan
5 Best Places to Visit in January in 2019 : January is the time when the vibe of the new year is still fresh and the chill is invigorating (if you belong to the northern parts of the country), to say the least. This calls for travelling around and see the best places in the country. We have travelled to various parts of India and consolidated a definitive list of places to visit in January. Begin the slideshow to know the top spots. Number four's…
Rajasthan Assembly Elections 2018: Will Raje Manage to Keep Her Crown? : The election 'season' has arrived, and with it, chances of a cloudy sky for the political parties standing in the battleground. The assembly elections will be a sneak peek into the people's mood before the grand 2019 showdown. In Rajasthan, Chief Minister Vasundhara Raje is hoping to win a second term for herself and Bharatiya Janata Party. But, the question is will queen Raje manage to ensure the continuity of her dynasty? Vasundhara Raje in…
Will Vasundhara Raje overcome the anti-incumbency? : The Chief Ministerial seat in the state of Rajasthan has continuously changed hands between Bharatiya Janata Party's Vasundhara Raje and Congress' Ashok Gehlot in the last 20 years. The electorates of Rajasthan have not voted the incumbent government to power in nearly last three decades. Vasundhara Raje led a successful campaign against the incumbent Ashok Gehlot during the 2013 State Legislative Assembly elections, where the state recorded its highest voter turnout with 74 per cent…
Bhangarh Fort: The most haunted place in India : Bhangarh Fort, which was constructed in the seventeenth century, is considered to be the most haunted place in India. Situated on the border of Sariska Tiger Reserve in the Aravali range in Alwar district of Rajasthan, this fort was built by Madho Singh I and Man Singh I, who was one of the Navratnas of Akbar's court. The fort is named after their grandfather Bhan Singh. The fort and its precincts are well preserved…
Top 5 Weekend Getaways for Delhiites : Delhi, the national capital of the country, is surrounded by beauty of nature, ruins of history, and religious centres. The geographical location of the city is one of the major source of its diversity. Although the city itself boasts of places for tourist attraction but most Delhiites have visited the places within the city during the weekends. The people in the city await for the weekend to come and as soon as the week starts,…
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Open WindowbyMorbidlyBeautiful©
I always close the window when I sleep. Call me crazy, but I always think someone's going to climb the six stories to my bedroom and come in. It's probably an irrational childhood fear, but I still adhere to it.
I don't know why anyone would actually want to climb into my window; I'm pretty non-descript. Light brown hair, dark blue eyes, no distinguishing features to speak of, smallish breasts and okay legs. Not really the kind of girl guys fall all over themselves to date or really even talk to. It doesn't help that I'm self-conscious about taking my clothes off for men. Several years ago, after surgery, my body had trouble healing. As a result scars adorn my body from my sternum to my pelvis. I normally keep to myself, rarely go out, and never really make myself up. I'd had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing I really wanted to pursue. They were all too... something. Too passive, too clingy, too boring. For all my average qualities, I was looking for someone who was noticeable, gorgeous, and charismatic. I'd been looking for the past six months and was ready to give up.
I always come home from work exhausted and tonight was no exception. I was frustrated, tired, and in an overall bitchy mood, all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. Unfortunately, my friends had other plans for me.
"You have one new message," my machine chirped at me. Too tired to care, I let the message play.
"Trina, girl! It's Carli and Sabrina and we're coming to pick you up at nine o'clock sharp! There's this new bar you have to try out with us. Pleasepleaseplease come? You never go anywhere. Sooo... we'll be at your place at nine to drag you out to have fun, okay? Bye-bye!"
Carli: the optimist. I had to love her, but could just as easily hate her and her chipper, everything-is-wonderful routine. Needless to say, men loved her.
I didn't want to go, but I figured I'd make it easier on everyone and just suck it up and make an appearance. So, I got in the shower, turned the hot water on full blast and leaned against the cool tiles. It had been a long time since I'd been out and now that I thought about it, it was kind of exciting. Maybe I'd even unearth my rarely used make-up and dig through my closet to find something a little sexier. I rubbed my soapy tits, recalling the rough skin of men pressed against me, the heat of a hard cock pressed into my thigh. Damn, it had been a long time. Too long, I suppose, the sexual frustration was building. I slid my hands down lower and rubbed my clit gently. Even that gentle friction sent me over the edge into sheer orgasm. My moans echoed off the tile as I turned off the water and made a promise to myself to get laid tonight.
Carli and Sabrina showed up promptly at nine and we went out. The club they'd been raving about was across town and crowded as hell when we got there. I had been silently complimenting myself in the cab because I thought I looked pretty good. Naturally my friends looked better, but they actually worked at this, for me it was a moments notice. When we actually got to the club, however, I felt like that little shy girl in the corner again. The girls were dressed to the nines in small mini skirts and barely-there tube tops with five inch spike heels. My skirt was about three inches above the knee, my top covered my stomach and shoulders and my heels were barely two inches. Oh well, I'd just make the best with what I could do. As we exited the cab, everyone turned to look at us, expecting more glamour than what we had to offer. The girls gave us those looks; you know the ones... the ones the cheerleaders in high school gave you as they passed you in the hallways. The, "We're better than you and always will be" looks. Whatever, I wasn't there for them.
After standing in line for what seemed like hours we were finally let into the building. The bass moved the floors and sent thrills up my legs. I loved it. Women were all over the place, but oddly, not many guys. The few there were being smothered in the embraces of three or more women. My heart sank and dreams of sex began to fade. We oozed our way to the bar to order drinks and scope out the dance floor. That's when I noticed the lone guy in the corner. He was lurking in the shadows, the only man in view who was not dripping with half-dressed women. He moved just then and I lost sight of him. For the next fifteen minutes I slammed down drink after drink as my friends were asked to dance.
Suddenly Carli stumbled back over and grabbed my arm. "That guy's totally checking you out!" she yelled and pointed. The lone man I had seen earlier was now standing closer, staring at me with unnerving intensity. He was tall, blonde hair, light eyes, intense and beautiful. Uncomfortable with his gaze raping my body I turned back to Carli and yelled, "I'm going home. I'll talk to you later." She nodded and I forced my way back out into the cold night to hail a cab.
I got back home feeling even more exhausted then I had earlier, and fell right into bed. I left my window thrown open to cool off my warm drunken body. I woke up hours later, cool air blowing across my stomach. In a panic I ran to the window to close it. As I closed the window I felt arms slither around me and grab my wrists. I fought against my attacker, but to no avail, he wrestled me back to my bed and forced me down on it face first. "Don't," I whimpered, terrified out of all sanity. He laughed cruelly.
"Don't, what, angel?" he asked mockingly.
"Don't... rape me." I breathed.
"Rape?" he said sounding comically surprised. "I would never. Trust me; by the time of penetration, you'll be begging me for it." He turned me around and stared at me. I blinked in surprise. It was the man from the club. The same intense eyes bored into my face as I struggled fruitlessly against him. Pulling me close he yanked off my shirt, his eyes roving over my naked body underneath. I pulled together automatically to cover my scars but he pulled me out of that position. He ran a hand over my scars gently, his eyes questioning. But not for long, he turned me around and trailed his lips gently over the back of my neck. I shuddered in spite of myself and felt my pussy moisten.
"Stop," I begged him, "please stop." He responded by biting my shoulder and breathing, "No" into my ear. I could feel his cock press into my gently into my ass, could feel its hard warmth against me. He continued to alternately kiss and bite the back of my neck, shoulders, and lower back while caressing my tits with his rough hands. Finally he pulled me around and took a nipple into his mouth. Betrayed by my own body I felt myself arching back into his mouth, a moan escaping from me. He chuckled softly and bit down. Pleasure shot through my body in a direct line to my clit, which was currently on fire. He cradled me with one arm and pulled me towards him. With my hands now free I reached down to relieve the tension off my burning pussy. Instantly he pulled my hair back so hard I screamed, and was rewarded with a stinging slap across the face. He then sank his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck causing me to become faint from the pain. I instantly felt his erection become bigger, harder, barely contained by his slacks. Sensing this, he reached down and unsnapped his pants, unsheathing a beautiful cock. He wasn't exactly hung like a porn star, but he was big enough that my pussy became wet as anything and I could feel myself salivating.
He pulled my hair down until I was on my knees in front of him. "Suck my dick," he whispered, forcing my mouth to the soft skin of his cock. I shook my head violently and was rewarded with a slap across the face. Reluctantly I opened up and allowed his dick to slide into my mouth. He fucked my face hard, not caring how I gagged and sneering at the tears running down my face. Finally he pulled me up, turned me around, bent me over the bed and kicked my legs apart. I wanted his cock inside me so bad, but was too ashamed to admit it. Somehow, of course, he knew. "Whore," he hissed gripping my tits. I shook my head helplessly, but to no avail. He slammed his dick into me and I moaned in spite of myself. Waves of pleasure washed over me with each stroke so much that my knees became weak. "I knew you'd enjoy this, angel," he smirked without breaking his rhythm. I reached down to rub my clit and discovered that from this angle I could grab his balls as well. He moaned his approval as I massaged his balls while he continued to fuck me mercilessly. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed just enough that I began to panic, clawing at his hands for air. He continued to fuck me and choke me, his balls slapping against my clit and eventually I got used to it and even began to enjoy it. My orgasm was looming and I showed him this by slamming my hips back into him forcing low guttural moans from his throat. "Fuck, you little slut," he whispered sounding approving.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please, what, my little whore?" he asked.
"Please cum inside me. I need you to cum inside me." I begged shamelessly, my voice ragged from holding back my pending orgasm.
"Hmm," he said. "Have you gotten off yet?" I shook my head. "Then cum with me, angel." I nodded and concentrated on contracting my pussy around his hard cock. "Mmm, little whore... I can feel your pussy squeezing me. I'm going to cum." I relaxed, letting myself get lost in the waves of intense pleasure rolling over me, as I felt the core of my orgasm fill my body. I screamed out loud as I came all over his dick, his semen mixing with my own juices. He moaned, deep in his throat, then pulled me around, yanked on my hair and once again forced his dick into my mouth. I cleaned him off, the bittersweet taste lingering on my tongue.
He got dressed, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, not looking at me. He walked slowly over to me and kissed my mouth for the first time, his warm tongue invading the mouth he had just fucked. He slapped me lightly on the cheek, pulled me up so I was standing, leaning against him.
"I'll return soon," he promised pushing me back onto the bed, his cum dripping out of my swollen pussy.
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Kanguru Flash Drive Max 64GB
Since the previous first post on a Buslink 64GB Flash drive, another company, Kanguru Solutions, has also introduced its very own USB 2.0 64GB Flash drive.
The Kanguru Flash Drive Max has various models, with the highest one with a storage capacity of 64GB. Basically, this thumb drive (or flash drive) is no different from other flash drives of smaller capacity, in terms of physical appearance. It is supports file storage on Windows, Mac and Linux platforms, without drivers required (except for Windows98 and older).
In addition to the large storage capacity, the Kanguru Flash Drive Max comes with a complete set of KanguruShield security software, allowing Windows users the option of securing the data with password protection. Furthermore, the KanguruShield software allows users to resize and format the flash drive space into public and/or private partitions.
Key Features:
- Up to 64GB storage capacity
- Rugged and lightweight design, weighs only 18 g
- High Strength Aluminum housing
- High speed USB2.0 (480mbps)
- Uses Top Grade Flash Memory, 10 year data retention
- Backwards compatible with USB1.1 ports
- Plug and Play
- Includes USB Extension Cable
- Works with Windows, Macintosh and Linux
For this 64GB monster storage Flash drive, the price is slightly cheaper than the previous one I had introduced earlier. Costing a mere $2,799.95, it can be purchased from the website. The delivery will take approximately one week's time. Terms and conditions applies.
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John K Says: December 10, 2008 at 6:14 pm
Had the Kanguru Flash Blu 64GB drive for less than a week. Copied 25 – 30 gig of data on it, as I was planning to reformat my laptop. Went to access the drive 2 days later and no matter what computer I put it on, it said the drive was empty and needed to be reformatted!
I was careful in how I used it, making sure that XP disconnected the drive, before I removed it. Still the drive absolutely failed! I tried using the "Drive Rescue" program on their web site and all it did was reformat the drive. Now I have several gigabytes of information I cannot recover, as I have already reformatted my laptop!
Do not rely on this product, or you'll pay for it!


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An Oanhtourage Adventure!
An Oanhtourage Adventure!
An Oanhtourage Adventure!
Giving Up A Drug (Facebook): Rebuilding
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. – Aristotle
WHAT? – I've decided to deactivate my Facebook Account for the time building and use that time to focus on rebuilding myself. I started 4 days ago.
WHY? – Our 20's is possibly the most important decade for us to discover ourselves, values, lifestyle and more importantly used to build the foundation for our future. I'm now 22, and I'm still unhappy.
I realized it was because I have all these goals and dreams for myself but I always use time as an excuse or why I haven't been able to do any of it. I'm tired of saying I don't have enough time to do this or I wish I had more time to do that. Instead, I'm going to use the time I used to spend browsing Facebook and dedicate it towards these new goals.
I hope while I am able to improve myself, I will always find happiness along the way. I noticed that ever since I gave up on Facebook and started on accomplishing these goals, I've been able to find a better peace of mind. This has helped greatly with my focus and concentration level. I feel a lot more productive and because of that I'm slowly becoming happier. It's only day 3 though. In a way, this also helps with my relationships as well. Now people will have to connect with me through other means, and I'm excited to see who actually treasures our relationship and who won't even notice that I've been gone.
HOW? The top photo shows all the goals I will be giving myself with all this new found freedom. It's almost a stretch as some of these require much time and dedication on their own. I'm basically running an uphill battle that many expect me to give-up on. But I'll let you know why they are so important to me and why I won't give up.
- Soshified – Over the past year, I've been a bad founder to the site. I've known this and have been very hesitate on getting back on it because of the reactions of others and the dark side I've seen from people that don't support me, but at the end of the day, it's one of the biggest reason why I was happy at one point. I want to bring it back, with all the stress it entails. Spend more time and effort.
- Learn Guitar – Earlier this year, I fell in love with a Guitarele at a store and bought it right away. Since I've gotten it, I haven't touched it. I'm going to be learning it again and put it to use. Finally!
- More Boarding – I love my penny board, Charlie. The adrenaline rush is one of coolest feelings of the world. It's like that piece of my childhood, I've been missing, so I want to do it more.
- Learn Korean – self explanatory. It's an amazing country and a great language that I want to be able to learn.
- Exercise Daily – I'm on day 4 and I have so much more energy now compared to my old sluggish self. This is something I'm going to make sure to do daily no matter what. A good shower afterward and I feel like the world is my oyster to conquer.
- Learn Garage Band/Logic/ Pro Tools – I want to try to create my own story through music. It's something different and something I've always been curious about.
- More After Effects – Actually this goal for me to try and finish up some film ideas I had in mind. Finish scripts, work more on post-production and such. Just continue to build my skills and on top of that I think it really opens up my creativity.
JOIN! Join me on this journey as well as update me on yours! I'm still debating on of I should post weekly recaps on my progress with all the goals or just update when I can with each separately. Let me know what sounds more fun to read about!
PS. It's alarming the amount of time I noticed that I automatically typed in Facebook on phone or in my browser, the first day I gave it up. I didn't realize how addicted I was until I gave it up. As always thanks for reading!!
An Oanhtourage Adventure!
An Oanhtourage Adventure!
Thoughts: Obsessions Of This Generation
Facebook, Buzzfeed, Huffington Post, and every other blogs are using lists as a way to express our writing.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE lists. I've been programmed as a child, to have things in a certain order. But the older I get, the more I get kind of tired of these lists. Not because they don't hold true to what I believe in, but because I feel like with lists we limit ourselves. Lists give us the idea that there's a first place and a last place.
I was browsing my usual Facebook News Feed and ironically stumbled upon this link from Huffington Post about the 7 Ways To Be Insufferable on Facebook. Lists like these are usual comical to be the best. I've enjoyed quite a few posts from HuffPost lately because of the insight from the writers but this article was disappointing.
Most of it talks about the image-crafting that people do on Facebook and basically belittles everyone that is "insufferable" and as if what they're doing is a manipulative way to make you feel bad about your own life. News flash, that's what Facebook has been about for ages. Studies have shown people are sadder when they reflect on other people's life on Facebook and evaluate it with theirs for centuries.
The reality is that instead of worrying about how green the grass is on the other side, why don't you worry about your own grass. I feel if like that was addressed in the article instead of all the excessive name-calling and belittling, it would have helped the atmosphere a little bit. I'm used to reading inspiring posts on this blog, and I feel like the article almost slams everyone that uses Facebook. It's a way to connect with our network of friends. Tell them how our day is, where we got accepted to, what the new episode of 'The Walking Dead' did for them, and so on and so forth, because well that's important to them in their lives.
If it's something that made you happy, share it. If you're feeling sad, write it. If people want to unfriend you, let them. As long as your intention is good I see no wrong in posting what you believe is important. Once you start worrying about what other people think about your own thoughts, they are no longer your own, but those filtered by other people's opinions. What kind of life would that be?


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If no one would have come, would you have raped her?… Uncle?
"12, 13, 14," I strained as I counted. Push-ups had become most punishing, thanks to my busted shoulder. Suddenly, from the sounds of my heavy breaths and heavier dubstep bass, my attention was diverted to an even heavier commotion unravelling downstairs.
I turned down the volume of my stereo and stepped to the window to see old uncles, aunties and even middle aged people in the midst of a heated discussion.
This union was a rare sight.
The old uncles always sat in one corner narrating anecdotes from when they were in the ARMY and competed with regards to the levels of respect they received while serving.
The old aunties always sat in the other corner gossiping about that guy they saw hugging a girl shamelessly in full view of our "respectable" colony.
The middle-aged people always used to be too busy bringing up their young kids and building a foundation for their future to be a part of this charade.
But they all sat together THAT NIGHT. I had to know what was going on.
A woman sat in the middle of the group… sobbing. All I could hear was —
"Don't you worry. We will see to it that he apologizes to you."
"He will be shamed in front of the very society that gave him respect."
"But Ma'am, think about the reputation… of everybody involved. Maybe it is not the best decision."
"It would be ideal if this is settled internally… I mean, call the police if you must but do think about the repercussions."
"It is your daughter were are talking about here."
Everyone spoke except her.
I spent the next 15 minutes piecing things together and when I was finally done, I couldn't believe what had happened —
A respectable old uncle had molested a ten year old girl in our colony.
Big deal, right? This shit happens everyday in India? But let me translate it to a language that outsiders might understand better —
A retired Brigadier had molested a serving Colonel's under-aged daughter.
Does that make for a better headline? Not really, right? If men with principles can't put a noose around the neck of their perversions, can we really trust anybody?
Let's call the Brigadier Uncle B.
Uncle B's background was flawless in most of our eyes. He was the coolest uncle in the colony of depressed, angry and unreasonable people. Bullets, bombs, bloodshed and death tends to have that effect. But not on him. While everyone had a problem with us playing any kind of game in the building compound, he always supported us. All the oldies spent their now empty lives bitching and reminiscing about the past but Uncle B always kept himself busy. He couldn't walk properly and used a cane which made everyone feel all the more sorry for him.
But despite that, most of the times he could be seen in the gardens PLANTING SEEDS…OF EVIL apparently.
Victim's background
Let's refer to her by the pseudonym Pari.
To be honest, I had had only two proper interactions with this young girl although I saw her playing all the time. She was bubbly, talkative, quick witted, ambitious, smart… I mean, way to smart for her age. I was like, "I used to be a dumb-ass then. I still am now."
On the day of the incident, a family-party was to be held at Pari's house later in the evening. You see, her family was about to shift in a week's time as her Colonel father was getting posted to a new location.
A few guests from Pari's mother's side had already arrived… her Grandma(Nani), her Aunt(Masi), etc. Her Uncle(Mausa) was to arrive directly from work. Pari's mother was attending to them while Pari went down to play with her friends. The mother kept a constant eye on her child through the window even though she wasn't worried. You can never stop worrying.
Uncle B was fond of kids and the kids were fond of him. Hell, even I as an adult was. I don't remember a time when he was a stranger to me.
He had just purchased a new car and wanted to take the kids out for a small drive. None of the parents objected because they all trusted him completely.
He took only the girls. Apparently, there wasn't enough room in the car for the boys. They were anyway more interested in zipping around the buildings on their cycles.
According to the little girls, the drive was unusually awkward. He would slow down in places where there were no cars. "Aren't you supposed to speed up now?" they thought. It didn't make sense to them but he was searching for A SPOT, possibly abandoned. Fortunately, he was not successful in finding one.
Eventually, he had to take them back to the colony. No harm done, right? Well, not yet.
One of the girls felt really strange and decided to follow her gut instinct. As soon as the car entered the colony gate, she made Uncle B stop the car and got out making an excuse, "My stomach is paining," after which she intimated all the others to get out as well.
Uncle B asked her if she wanted to ride a little while longer, just till the parking lot. She was too excited about the new car and agreed. He told the other kids that he would quickly park the car and get her to join them as soon as possible.
The Grandma and Mother were watching through the window. The view was not clear. They thought that Pari had gotten off along with the others. The Grandma said to her daughter, "What a good man! Making kids smile."
Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Uncle B found what he was looking for all along… A DESERTED SPOT.
He pounced at the opportunity and undressed her completely. His desperation brought some kind of maniacal strength to his old arms as he groped around Pari's chest in a frenzy as the 10-year-old froze in fear.
The other kids began to wonder why it was taking them so long to come back. The parking lot was not far away. The kids decided to investigate.
Uncle B saw them coming towards the car and hastily slipped Pari's dress back onto her body.
The kids saved Pari.
I dread even thinking about what would have happened had the kids not reached there in time.
I want to meet him sometime and ask him, "If no one would have come, would you have raped her?… Uncle?" and I want him to answer me with all honesty.
The Revelation.
Pari directly went home without saying a word. The mother opened the door to her dishevelled daughter. The mother asked her what had happened but she was so frightened that she didn't say anything for an hour.
She finally broke her silence and told her mother everything. This unleashed the most dangerous thing in the world… a mother's rage.
The Confrontation.
The angry mother stormed to Uncle B's house and knocked at his door asking him to open up immediately and apologize for what he had done. She kept knocking for half an hour before Uncle B's wife finally opened the door. Inside, he was casually watching T.V as he refused to acknowledge his mistake and his wife refused to believe that he could do such a thing. On the contrary, he accused Pari of lying. Now why would an 10-year-old, who has no motive whatsoever, lie?
He didn't even come to the door to have a face-to-face with the mother and the wife didn't let her in.
At first, the mother only wanted an apology. She was angry and emotional and not thinking clearly. The thought of a police complaint had not crossed her mind. After Uncle B insulted her and refused to accept guilt, she decided to seek help of the neighbours…. the old uncles and aunties sitting downstairs(This is the conversation I overheard in the beginning).
True Justice.
Pari's Uncle(Mausa) arrived from his office for the party and when he got to know what happened, he rescued Pari's mother from the oldies and they decided to immediately lodge an FIR at the Police Station.
Uncle B was soon arrested and put behind bars with molestation and attempt-to-rape charges.
This swift action might not have been taken had Pari's mother not had connections with the local politicians. Sometimes…just sometimes they do what they are supposed to – support the helpless…but not without a little push.
Pari's Colonel father, who was posted at a forward post on the India-Pakistan border, got the rare permission from his Commanding Officer to leave his post and attend to his family.
The hike down the treacherous mountain, where he was posted, took him 8 long hours. An entourage of three army personnel was sent along with him to contain any untoward situation if the Colonel got overwhelmed by emotions.
But the Colonel was making no mistakes. He wouldn't make any wrong move to scar the water-tight police case.
Saving the Army's nose.
The army has this over-inflated sense of false ego that they can save their kind from such a "small issue".
Fellow retired officers spoke to Uncle B in Jail and tried to convince him to apologise to Pari's mother with the hope that she would forgive him and withdraw the case. No way in hell that was going to happen but still, "no harm in trying," they thought. But to their horror Uncle B said, "I am not going to apologize to that bitch."
Even they said, "Serves him right then."
This entire case has been a hush-hush. A total of two articles have been printed about this. This is the kind of case that should be blown at least to its proportion if not out of it. God forbid, the Army loses face.
I might get in trouble for having told this story or I might not. Either way, the world had to know.
I don't think, the Army should be angry or even ashamed if the people know of this incident. One man's wrongdoings do not redefine what a whole clan stands for.
I DEVELOPED A CERTAIN ATTITUDE BY LIVING AMONGST ARMY MEN. THE KIND THAT HELPS ME PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN OF DOING PUSH-UPS DESPITE MY BUSTED SHOULDER. And nothing in the world can change that. But when some men try to cover shit up like this, I don't know whether to lose faith or stay strong.
But one thing is for sure —
The Army or in a broader context, the world does not create monsters. Monsters dwell inside us. Uncle B was taken over by this monster in spite of spending all his life in a world of principles, discipline and rules which should have taught him to kill it.
If he became vulnerable to his monster, how much longer till we become to ours? Does everyone have a monster? How can we know if a person has one inside him?
I don't know.
I knew Uncle B all my life and still don't understand how he could do such a thing.
Totally confused by a simple question the answer to which I thought I knew, I would like you to think hard and tell me — CAN YOU EVER REALLY KNOW SOMEONE?


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Tuesday, 1 November 2016
Wedding day
Today is the anniversary of the marriage of Edward I and Eleanor of Castile, married at the monastery of Las Huelgos, Burgos, on 1st November 1254. Edward was 15, Eleanor just 12.
Theirs was one of the more successful royal partnerships. Over the course of their 36-year marriage the couple produced 16 children, though only 6 lived to adulthood. The sheer number of stillborn and infant deaths may have induced a certain emotional detachment in the parents: for instance, they made no effort to visit their 6-year old son Henry as he lay dying at Guildford in 1274. Of their adult children, the longest-lived was Margaret, Duchess of Brabant, who achieved the grand old age of 58.
Eleanor was unpopular in England. She didn't bother to learn English and amassed a fortune by buying up cheap or encumbered manors and squeezing maximum profits out of them. This made Eleanor very rich and the English very annoyed. As a popular rhyme had it: "The king desires to get our gold, The queen our manors fair to hold..."
When Eleanor died in 1290, aged 49, the annalist of Dunstable recorded her passing with a terseness that spoke volumes: "A Spaniard by birth. She acquired many fine manors."
One person at least adored the Queen. Edward, extreme in all his passions, clearly loved Eleanor with deathless intensity. After her death in 1290, aged 49, he said thus of his late wife in a letter to the abbot of Cluny in France: "My harp is turned to mourning. In life I loved her dearly, in death I cannot cease to love."
Edward seems to have been paraphrasing Job 30:31, a modern translation of which reads thus and may give an insight into his state of mind:
'When I hoped for good, evil came,
When I looked for light, then came darkness.
The churning inside me never stops,
Days of suffering confront me.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun,
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
I have become a brother of jackals,
A companion of owls,
My skin grows black and peels.
My body burns with fever,
My lyre is turned to mourning,
And my flute accompanies those who weep.'
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Psalm 23, The Lord Our Shepherd:
The Lord is my shepherd, I have everything I need, He lets me wrest in fields of
Green grass and leeds my to quite pools of fresh water - He gives me new strenght
He guides me in the right oath as he has promised - Even ig I go thru the deepest
Darkness I will not be afraid - Lord, for you are with me - The shepherds ride
And stare protect me - You prepeared backwards for me so all my enemies can
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G. O. D. Come and rescue me
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Be my home lord help me to survive
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I write about trees a lot. Of all the symbols in nature that speak to me, trees speak the loudest. They are the one thing that stands firm and tall regardless of what is going on around them. They are rooted in their truth. They willingly give up their leaves in the fall, withstand the cold and storms of winter, and still put forth buds of new life in the spring. They welcome all who want to live in the protective shelter of their branches, from birds to insects (even the ones who peck at them). All are welcome. They help to clean the air so we can breathe. If they could speak, they would have centuries of history to share with us, and when one of them comes down in a storm, I always feel as if I have lost a member of my family.
When we look at our own lives, how do we compare with the unconditional love that a tree offers us? Do we stand firmly rooted in our truth, in unconditional love, no matter what life throws at us? Are we willing to make sacrifices in order to grow? Do we accept change gracefully? Do we welcome one and all into our world regardless of who they are or where they come from? And when we suffer losses in the storms of our lives, do we stand tall until the storm passes and continue to reach for the sun to renew and sustain us?
I'm not talking about staying rooted in a belief that was never ours to begin with and that no longer serves us, because that would not be our truth, it would be someone else's truth, or our culture's truth. I'm talking about standing firm when it's not always the most popular thing to do, but when we know that it is in our best interest and serves to help us grow as humans into the best version of ourselves that we are capable of being. Often we have to lose people that are dear to us because they cannot accept the changes that are happening to us. They want us to stay the same, but that does not serve us. If the tree did not lose it's leaves in the fall, they would whither and die from the cold anyway. Better to give from our hearts in gratitude for the new and beautiful buds that will come to us in the next stage of our lives.
There are some tall and beautiful spruce trees that stand at the side of our driveway. They have some dents and gaps where branches have taken a hit and become dead wood. Yet every time I stand at the window and look out at those trees, I am filled with a sense of connection to the very foundation on which I build my life. If those beautiful creatures can remain rooted in their purpose, then so can I. It's what the One Who Planted US here had in mind all along.
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i'm sorry for my absence.
been lost all of mood to dress up lately.
plus, my body's changing in some way that make me scared a bit,
but i'm trying to enjoy every moment of my pregnancy.
anyway, I always afraid when i think about my pregnancy and this blog.
what should i post when my body's getting bigger ??
I'm afraid that i'll look fat and you'll not want to read my blog anymore hahaha.
my mood goes ups and downs during this pregnancy,
i hope everything going well until my baby is born.
and i hope you won't get bored of me ;)
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equality vs liberation.
Someone wrote to me some time back – one of those folks who claim that feminism is an irrational rant, and that men are the ones who are discriminated against. (For any further explanation on that head, sorry – youll have to question this species yourself!) why, they demanded triumphantly, do feminists never fight to be in the army? At the time I was too impatient to say much beyond this:
1. factually incorrect. There are feminist movements demanding that women be allowed into the armed forces.
2. I personally am for peace: violence is always a last option, and even then, it is not a solution. so I wouldn't ever fight for access to violence – for man or woman.
Lets toss some ideas around shall we….
Lets start with the same army issue. Feminism is often open to a lot of misinterpretation because there is no one spokeswoman, no one definition. In this army issue too, there are different stands amongst the feminists. These are the two main camps-
One group of feminists thinks the right to defend and protect should be a feminist cause. Only first class citizens are allowed to defend their state and protect it. Their contention therefore, is that women should not be denied this privilege and treated as second class citizens simply because of their sex. Another angle is that women should protect women and children, and not allow it to be a male prerogative (breaking the habit of learned helplessness). Which indisputably does make sense.
The other group of feminists thinks that since the army is such a patriarchy stronghold, women cannot survive in the army without trying to play by the system – and when a woman slaps her thigh, mocks ten subordinates with sexual innuendos and helps to beat up a prisoner to show that shes as "ballsy" as any male soldier, she is doing herself and womenkind a lot of harm. The stories of the army's ill treatment of women, of the kind of humiliation that women suffer in the armed forces are beyond count. So this camps contention is "are we liberated just because we can be as brutal as men?" While we may gain equality that way, liberation is still a far cry.
It is sad that for most of us, the feminine principle is only defined around the masculine: we simply look at the masculine and say yeah, everything that's not like that is feminine. And so women remain the "other sex". Unimportant, and not worthy of thought.
Even people who are liberal and progressive, speak of giving women "the same rights of men". When are we going to stop and look at what women are entitled to in their own right?! This may seem like nitpicking, because when you look at gender neutral stuff like the right to education or religion, then this attitude doesn't seem to particularly handicap the women, right? But consider something like reproductive health, contraception, birth control, abortion, safe sex, pregnancy and motherhood - all these intrinsically female concerns get ignored.
Patriarchy, while affecting women the most, also has its damaging effects on men. Women have been methodically taught to hate their bodies, that anything natural is ugly. That's not news. But men are taught this too, and everyday in increasing doses. This morning I saw a tube of fairness cream for men. Ah-a! Welcome to our world. Now they too can spend heaps of money, time and effort to no avail, trying desperately to match up to unrealistic stereotypes. Now were all equal….. and in chains together.
nope. even if it were real, equality is no substitute for liberation.
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You can't have one without the other, so here's Ruby's brother's card as well...
Unfortunately there isn't a lot to say about Jack's card. The backing paper is a piece I took out of a little-used pack of football themed papers which I sold on EBay.
The Happy Birthday is a peel-off paper ribbon (I think it's a Kanban one) and the lettering was bought a few years ago when a friend of mine ran a craft shop. The image is a Wild Rose Studio stamp, coloured with Promarkers, on white card with the corners rounded and the edge inked with Stampin Up ink in Red Riding Hood, layered on 3D foam pads to add some depth and interest!
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Season two of Tamar & Vince premiered last week and if you missed it, you can catch it right here. Things kick off with a recap of their busy busy year, the release of her single "Love and War", photo shoots and such while she's bumping around with her baby bump.
Tamar is just a hot ratchet ass mess and I absolutely love it! I didn't watch the first season, but I will keep tuning in for season two and so on! This episode saw a few special guest, Michael Braxton and Sparkle. So get yo life by watching below!


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Building Wealth as a Photographer
By far one of the most influential and yet devastating things I ever realized in my career was that Photography alone is not a viable path to become wealthy or even truly financially independent. In fact a few days ago CareerCast.com released a list of 200 jobs, ranked from best to worst, and photographer came in at #172, beaten soundly by garbage collectors.
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AL: What current or upcoming releases do you have for us to sink our teeth into?
Beth: Well, first is my romantic suspense from Samhain called UNDER FIRE. This one is a thrill ride featuring smokejumpers, kidnappings, terrorist plots, chemical bombs…you name it. I loved writing that book! It is non-stop action—my favorite kind of scene to write!
AL: Dark, heroic defenders, oh my... J What got you hooked on weaving such dramatic-action packed tales?
Beth: I write the kind of stories I love to read. I've always been a fan of intrigue, action and suspense (in my books—hate it in my personal life!) My favorite authors from way back are Karen Robards, Sandra Brown, Suzanne Brockmann, Linda Howard… all masters of suspense and drama.
Beth: I love working from home…in my pajamas! I love the freedom of setting my own schedule, being my own boss, not having to report to an office. The downside is I have infinitely more distractions at home…the laundry that needs to be washed, the bills to be paid, the teenaged son who can't wait until I finish a scene to ask his all-important questions…"When's dinner, Mom?"
Beth: Well, I've already mentioned Karen Robards, Sandra Brown, Suzanne Brockmann, Linda Howard. More recently I've added Harlan Coben to that list. I love Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Susan Wiggs too. Oh, and Diana Duncan, and Loreth Anne White, and CJ Lyons, and… how long do you have? There are so many!
My son has this on his bulletin board: " It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt
AL: Thanks so much for sharing with joining us this week, Beth.
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Arriving at the scene of a wildfire, smokejumper Lauren Michaels and her crew are caught in the crosshairs of Jackson's nightmare. Lauren is the only one who can lead Jackson off the burning mountain and to the police. In order to prevent a national crisis and save a child's life, they embark on a treacherous journey—one step ahead of a sniper!
Jump thousand.
Despite the strap squeezing her chest, she dragged in a lungful of thin, smoke-tinged air. Think. Stay focused.
Look thousand.
Waves of heat rolled up to greet her from the conflagration below. Thirty-foot flames reached skyward from the head of the fire like wicked, writhing hands waiting to snatch her from the air. The whip of wind streaming past roared in her ears.
The eighty-five pounds of dead weight strapped to her body pulled her toward the flaming trees. She forced training to the forefront.
Reach thousand.
Lauren grabbed the green ring near her left shoulder with her right hand.
Wait thousand.
Anticipation danced along every synapse.
With a firm yank, she drew her arm across her chest and flung it outward. A hard jerk at her shoulders snapped her upright. Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. Prayed.
Looking up, she watched the billow of white and orange splay overhead. Thank God.
The team was fanatical about checking chutes, but the off chance existed…
She craned her head until she spotted Boomer, her jump partner, drifting along to her left. Below them, she located the first stick of jumpers. Riley's and Birdman's rectangular canopies drifted smoothly toward earth. As Lauren sailed down, she scanned the ground for the tiny clearing that was her target.
"Over there! Top of that ridge!" Boomer shouted in the loud, deep voice that was the source of his nickname.
Lauren gave him a thumbs up. Jump spot in sight.
God, she loved her job!
Suddenly her view of the burning forest began turning dizzily. Something was wrong.
Lauren tugged on her left toggle to correct her spin. Once stabilized, she cocked her head back to check her chute again.
Dread slammed her stomach. A suspension cord had wrapped around the corner of her canopy and hung up. A tension knot.
"Damn it!" She grabbed the suspension line with both hands and jerked hard, working to free it. No luck. Another tug.
She started spiraling again and had to release the tangled line in order to pull her toggle. But she continued twirling, losing precious seconds.
"Mike! Cut away!" Boomer shouted.
Still whirling like a human fire devil as the earth rushed toward her, Lauren gave up her toggles and yanked again on the hung line. "Come on, you sorry sonofa—!"
"Mike!" She heard an uncharacteristic note of panic in Boomer's voice.
Lauren knew she had to be close to five hundred feet. The point of no return. Cut away or face death. Below five hundred feet, the reserve chute wouldn't have time to deploy for a safe landing speed. Not to mention how far she'd, no doubt, drifted off course.
One more hard tug. Nothing.
With the dense and unforgiving treetops getting closer by the second, she had no choice. She jerked the cutaway clutch. Again the tug of a canopy filling jerked her harness, this time from her chest.
"Shit, woman! You 'bout gave me a heart attack!" Boomer yelled.
"Piece of cake!"
Boomer laughed. "You're a wild woman, Mike!"
She allowed herself a quick cleansing breath then started her checks. Canopy. Airspace. Toggles.
The jump spot was too far to the left now, and the treetops too close to clear. Damn. So much for her perfect record.
As she dropped into the forest, sharp branches jabbed at her and snagged her canopy. A veil of dark green pine boughs obscured her view. She heard the snap and tear as her canopy settled in the branches of a black spruce, suspending her forty feet in the air. She groaned. Boomer was sure to give her hell about this.
Her two-way radio sputtered, and from the plane, their spotter called. "Jump 49, Michaels. You okay?"
She fumbled for her radio and put it to her lips. "I'm in a frigging tree, but I'm okay. I'll let you know when I'm on the ground."
"How's the view from up there, Mike?" Boomer said over the radio.
"Bite me, Boom," she radioed back.
Even without the radio, she could hear Boomer's answering hoot of laughter. She grinned and shook her head as she secured her radio and assessed her situation.
Checking her risers, she discovered her plight wasn't as bad as it could have been. Without wasting any more time, she started working through the letdown procedure. Rope in leg pocket. Feed through D-rings. Tie off to tight riser.
She paused to make sure she had no lines or straps around her neck then released her cutaway clutch and rappelled to the forest floor.
"Jump 49, Michaels," the spotter called over the radio. The rumble of the Twin Otter aircraft filtered through the transmission.
She dug her radio out again. "Go ahead."
"We're low on fuel and need to head back. You down yet?"
"Roger that. I'm on the ground. Go on home."
"Jump 49, Fire Boss," the spotter said, addressing Birdman.
"Go ahead," Birdman's melodic voice answered.
As she listened to the radio exchange between the jumpship and Birdman, Lauren shed her harness and helmet, leaving them in a heap to collect when she returned for her chute.
"We've just dropped your cargo. If everybody's accounted for, we're outta here. How on that?"
"Roger that. Fire Boss clear."
Lauren was working to free herself from her jumpsuit when Birdman called her over the radio. "Whenever you're through playing monkey in the trees, Mike, we could use you over here."
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Don't get your boxers in a knot. I'm coming."
"I want you helping Boomer start a scratch line up the right flank."
"Roger that." After shucking out of her jumpsuit, she clipped her radio to her hip, gathered her personal gear bag and plodded through the brush toward the jump spot.
They only had a small fire to catch, but from what she could see from the air before she started spinning, the head was already heating up and getting ready to run. They'd have to work fast to contain it by nightfall.
When a loud crack splintered the air, Lauren stopped in her tracks. Another pop followed. And another. Her initial thought was that boiling sap had caused a few trees to explode. But the pitch was wrong. The sound too close.
"What the hell?" Boomer shouted from a distance.
After a brief pause, another crack echoed through the woods.
And Boomer screamed. In pain. A hoarse, anguished sound that knotted Lauren's stomach.
"Boomer! What happened?" Her own voice didn't carry as well as her partner's, but visions of all forms of disaster added volume to her cry. Smokejumping was inherently rife with danger. The most lethal threat was the unexpected, untrained-for, fluke happening.
"Lauren, look out!" Boomer called over the radio. "They're shooting at us!"
Shooting? Who?
"Riley! Oh God, no! Jump 49, mayday! Are you there? Mayday! There's a sniper out here!" Boomer's horrified cry wrenched inside Lauren.
She dug in her personal gear, or PG, bag and wrapped her fingers around the .357 Magnum the Bureau of Land Management allowed jumpers to carry in case of bear attack. She'd never imagined one day she'd use the weapon to defend against a human assailant.
Heart thumping, she flicked the safety off and headed toward the jump spot. She stayed in the thickest brush and behind fat tree trunks whenever possible. As she inched forward, hiding from the shooter, she scoped the terrain before moving to the next spot that provided cover.
Jitters scrambled through her. Her fingers trembled around the gun, and she prayed she didn't have to use it. A ninety-foot wall of fire she could handle. This game of cat and mouse with an unseen sniper spooked the hell out of her.
Finally she spotted a yellow jumpsuit at the edge of the narrow clearing that had been their jump spot. From her distance, she thought it looked like Boomer. Lying on the grass. Unmoving. Her pulse leaped.
She checked for signs of the shooter once more. Seeing no one, she gauged the distance to her fallen friend. Prepared to dash across the clearing…
A hand snaked from behind and clapped over her mouth. She spun, met the hard brown glare of a stranger.


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Titus stresses the importance of the appointment of Elders. In my last post we looked at what, as church members we expect our leaders to be like. This post will look at the question, what should you expect leaders to do?
So, what do elders do? Verse 7 says 'Since an overseer manages God's household …' In other words elders manage the church. They 'oversee' the life of the church. That involves a certain amount of organisation.
But their central role is described in verse 9: 'He must hold firmly to the trustworthy message as it has been taught, so that he can encourage others by sound doctrine and refute those who oppose it.' An elder has two tasks: (1) he is to encourage people by sound doctrine and (2) refute those who oppose it. John Calvin says: 'A pastor needs two voices, one for gathering the sheep and the other for driving away wolves and thieves.'[1]
My family joke about the telephone voice that I use when making complaints or handling cold callers. I have this stern tone. Elders might not change their tone. But they need two voices: a voice that encourages and a voice that refutes.
This reflects Paul's exhortation to Titus. Titus is both to appoint leaders and model leadership. What is Titus to do? Silence (1:11), rebuke sharply (1:13), teach (2:1, 2, 3, 9, 15), encourage (2:6), encourage and rebuke (2:15), remind (3:1), warn (3:10).
Silencing, rebuking, teaching, encouraging, warning. Don't be surprised if elders rebuke and warn and silence! It's our God-given job.
Encouragement we're good with – we all like a bit of encouragement. But we don't like the idea of silencing and rebuking. Our culture doesn't like authority. 'Personal freedom.' 'You're not the boss of me.' These are the great mottos of our age. We do not like authority. But then neither did the culture of Crete. They were rebellious, insubordinate (1:10). But leaders are to rebuke wrong behaviour and counter false teaching.
Why? Is Paul some kind of tyrant who just wants everything done he way? Look at verse 1. Paul's concern is 'the knowledge of the truth that leads to godliness'. His aim is godliness, people who are like God, who commend God. But now look at verse 16: the rebellious people 'claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him'. Instead of godly people, they are godless people, they deny God. Paul's aim is people who 'do what is good' (2:14; 3:8, 15). But the rebellious people 'are detestable, disobedient and unfit for doing anything good.'
We're not talking about differences of opinion. We're talking about 'the truth that leads to godliness' (1:1) or a denial of God that leaves people 'unfit for doing anything good' (1:16).
Why does this matter? Look at verse 11: 'They must be silenced, because they are disrupting whole households by teaching things they ought not to teach.' Remember first century churches all met in homes. In verse 7 Paul refers to the church as 'God's household'. So 'disrupting whole households' was Paul's way of referring to the groups who met in 'every town' in verse 5. Really and truly Paul is talking about what we call 'gospel communities'. So he's not talking about some crazy heretics away in Athens or London. He's talking about people disrupting gospel communities here in Crete and in Sheffield.
Trust me. When I have to rebuke someone I don't think, 'Great, I love confrontation.' It's the job we all hate doing. But what I think about is the other people in the church whose walk with God is being disrupted. It's my love for them than makes me go through with it.
I want us to appreciate and enjoy the structures God has given us in the church. Trust those structures. Rest in them. They provide a safe place to grow as a Christian.
Hebrews 13:17 says: 'Obey your leaders and submit to their authority. They keep watch over you as men who must give an account.' [Which, by the way, is the sobering word to leaders!] 'Obey them so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no advantage to you.'
'Obey your leaders and submit to their authority.' We'll look more at what that means – and doesn't mean – when we look at chapter three. But for know, let me change the question. 'Obey them so that their work will be a joy, not a burden,' says Hebrews. Instead of asking, 'What does it mean to obey?' or 'What are the limits of our submission?' let's ask, 'How can I make my leaders' work a joy?' Ask your leader: 'How can I make your work a joy?'
[1] Cited in John Stott, The Message of 1 Timothy and Titus, BST, IVP, 1996, 179.
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WALSALL, UNITED KINGDOM--(Marketwire - Oct. 10, 2012) - An estimated 2.5billion litres1 of water was wasted from UK homes last year due to dripping taps that went unfixed, new research from HomeServe, Britain's leading home emergency and home insurance provider, reveals today.
The research found that nearly six in 10 adults (57%) admit that they would not know how to fix a dripping tap without calling out a plumber. With 17% of households encountering a problem of this kind in the past year, the combined lost water would be enough to fill one thousand Olympic-sized swimming pools. Some 15% of dripping taps reported have as yet gone unfixed, while a further 8% of those that were fixed took at least a month to rectify.
But the research shows that there is disagreement as to how much of a concern water wastage represents. Britons are more worried about the cost of wasted water than environmental concerns, with 27% strongly agreeing that they were conscious of how water usage impacted upon their bills, compared to 20% who strongly agreed that they were conscious of how it impacted the environment. A third (34%) of respondents agreed that water wastage would not affect them if their water bill remained the same.
While leaving a dripping tap unfixed for a day or two isn't going to break the bank in terms of utility bills, the charges can quickly mount up. A constantly dripping hot water tap, left unchecked for a year, would cost the average homeowner more than £100 in water bills and as much as £900 in gas bills,2 even more for homes with electrically-heated water.
Perhaps mindful of the wet summer and recent downpours, more than half (51%) believed that drought warnings and hosepipe bans tend to be exaggerated by government to some extent, with 61% admitting that a drought warning wasn't likely to lead them to wash their car less frequently.
Altogether, a third (34%) of UK households have suffered some form of leak in the past year, contributing 4.5billion litres of wasted water in total. Leaking pipes prove to be something of a blind spot for the country's DIY homeowners, with 62% preferring to call in a professional in the case of a leak, and more than half (55%) worrying that they would make a leak worse by trying to fix it themselves.
HomeServe Memberships CEO Jonathan King said: "Wasted water is rightly of growing concern to water companies and environmentally aware individuals, and dripping taps or leaking pipes that go without being fixed are a significant contribution to the problem. With only 17 per cent of the UK population knowing how to fix a leaking water pipe, it is worth turning to a qualified tradesman who will fix water leaks quickly, saving both energy and a great deal of money."
If you've sprung a leak in your home, it's always best to call in the experts. However there are some simple measures you can take to temporarily fix a leaking pipe and help to prevent your home from water damage:
Step 1 - Turn off your stop tap
Place a bucket or bowl underneath to catch the water. Before attempting to fix the leak, you'll need to locate and turn off your stop tap. If you have a ceiling leak where water is dripping through, make a small hole with a screwdriver and catch the water in a bucket; this will help to prevent the water building up and causing further damage. Smaller leaks can be fixed temporarily with relative ease.
Step 2 - Tape up the leak
If you have any waterproofing amalgamation tape, try wrapping this around the source of the leak. Remember to always read the instructions on the packet before use.
Step 3 - Use a garden hose
If you don't have any waterproof tape, a length of garden hose makes an effective alternative. Ensure that the hose is longer than the damaged section of the pipe, then slice it lengthways. Wrap the hose around the affected area and hold it in place with a hose clamp.
Step 4 - After the leak's fixed
These quick fixes will stop the water dripping for a short time, but the only way to prevent further damage is to replace the faulty pipes. It's always best to get a professional to help you with more complicated work like this.
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I made the Design Team!!
I took the step and applied for a DT on the 22nd of April...just went for it, didn't think I would get it, but I did!!!! I am officially on the Design Team for ...
I am so excited to be able to create for another Canadian company!!
Meet my fellow the Design Team members:
Lynn - Boston
Fleur - British Columbia
New Moderators on the forum:
Sarah - British Columbia
Michelle - New Brunswick
Barb & Joy
This is going to be so exciting, I can't wait to share with you what I put together for them, we will be having all sort of stuff happening on the forum. Come join us next weekend, May 4th, for National Scrapbooking Day, we will have lots of fun challenges and possibly some prizes too! Hope to see some new faces on the forum for some fun & games!!


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Wednesday, 18 November 2015
Disgruntled Wombat Update
Here is where I am at so far with my disgruntled wombat painting. I decided to try Chris Oatley's oil pastel brush for this painting and I quite like the look of it.
I realized partway through painting that I was a bit confused about what were shoulders and what were elbows. I liked the design and energy of the pose of my initial sketch but it really didn't make a lot of sense. Darned anatomy.
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Welcome to the eighth post in my latest 6x6 Series. I'm using Authentique's Durable 6x6 paper pad to make cards. If you're new to my 6x6 Paper Pad Tutorial, check it out HERE.
I love lots of layers on cards, and this Reverse Confetti sketch did not disappoint. I do not design sketches, but I do figure out measurements for A2 size cards.
I made 4 cards using this sketch.
Sketch - Reverse Confetti #34, Lighthouse stamp - Impression Obsession, Train stamp - Deep Red cling stamps, Ink - Versafine and Tim Holtz Distress ink, Circle die cuts - Lawn Fawn
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Linking up with The Pleated Poppy today!
October 3, 2012
Girl with the Red Scarf
Linking up with The Pleated Poppy today!
26 comments:
That red scarf is gorgeoussss!!!!! Good job not getting anything on it. :-)ReplyDelete
Perfect fall outfit. Nice to see other Boston BloggersReplyDelete
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I love that scarf! It looks super big and comfy. I have a similar one in tan and it's my favorite.ReplyDelete
Love your boots - and I am so ready for the scraves....you and I look like we can be related :)ReplyDelete
Great scarf! Love the casual but very feminine look.ReplyDelete
Please stop by my blog and enter my first giveaway, it just happens to be a scarf!!!
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You look amazing! Love the outfit : )ReplyDelete
- AnonymousOctober 3, 2012 at 9:22 AM
Gorgeous outfit!ReplyDelete
beautiful pics - I have a top very similar to this, and TONS of scarves, so I'm definitely going to be doing a copy cat look :)ReplyDelete
I love fall so much! That scarf is amazing and I love the boots! You look great (and so cozy)!ReplyDelete
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What a great scarf. I agree, scarves are an easy way to dress up the outfit!ReplyDelete
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Just came over from WIWW this outfit is great and you look beautiful in itReplyDelete
You look great! So stylish and put together! Love it!ReplyDelete
Great look! That scarf is big! I love it!ReplyDelete
LOVE the scarf... so gorgeous :) Simple and chic as always! Love the scenery for the photos as well!ReplyDelete
You look great. Love that scarf. It just pops in the photos!ReplyDelete
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i love this look especially that scarf! i have been looking for a red scarf :)ReplyDelete
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I want a scarf like that! I wouldn't mind having the boots, either!ReplyDelete
Very Fallish-I like it!ReplyDelete
Absolutely in love with that scarf. It's the perfect color and the perfect fullness. Gorgeous.ReplyDelete
I am envious of that amazing scarf...I seriously want to copy the whole outfit!ReplyDelete
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You look wonderful, I am already big fan of you!ReplyDelete
I love this combination of nude, caramel brown and red. The scarf is beautiful! :)ReplyDelete
This just looks so comfortable, and you look lovely. :)ReplyDelete
Gorgeous photos! I love your scarf!ReplyDelete
Yep! I would've totally gotten food all over that pretty red scarf. You look so pretty!ReplyDelete
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Reese Witherspoon to play terrorist's wife
Monday, October 15, 2007
New York (ANI): Actress Reese Witherspoon will appear in a very unusual role in her upcoming movie 'Rendition", scheduled for release on Friday. The film portrays her in the role of a Chicago-based woman, Isabella, who is married to an Egyptian-born chemical engineer, to be played by Omar Metwally, suspected by US authorities of having knowledge of a bombing.
However, instead of protesting the authorities who fly her husband to North Africa for a cruel secret interrogation, she shows strong belief in the justice system. The 31-year-old actress, who is well known for her commendable performance in the 'Legally Blonde" franchise, considers herself lucky that she has so far not portrayed stereotyped characters, and that 'Rendition" has once again given her a chance to do a different role.
"The film (addresses) an issue you read about, but may not feel connected to. I'm really lucky that I'm able to do (movies) like this, and that people accept me doing different things," the New York Daily News quoted her as saying. Film director Gavin Hood has revealed that Witherspoon was not in favour of showing Isabella protesting in her husband"s innocence.
He says that the actress wanted her character to be a woman who had full faith in justice. "Reese never wanted Isabella to simply shrilly protest her husband's innocence," says Hood. "She in fact says, 'Tell me what you think he's done.' Reese wanted to make sure Isabella had a certain dignity, as well as a real belief in justice," he added.


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Luke Hohmann talks with Bill Venners about entropy reduction, the cost of change, and programming as choreography.
Luke Hohmann is a management consultant who helps his clients bridge the gap that often exists between business and technology. In his past experience, he has played many of the varied roles required by successful software product development organizations, including development, marketing, professional services, sales, customer care, and business development. Hohmann currently focuses his efforts on enterprise class software systems. He is the author of Journey of the Software Professional: A Sociology of Software Development (Prentice-Hall, 1997), which blends cognitive pyschology and organizational behavior into a model for managing the human side of software development. He is also the author of Beyond Software Architecture: Creating and Sustaining Winning Solutions (Addison-Wesley, 2003), which discusses software architecture in a business context.
On March 8, 2004, Bill Venners met with Luke Hohmann in Sunnyvale, California. In this interview, which will be published in multiple installments on Artima.com, Hohmann discusses software architecture in the context of business.
Bill Venners: In your book, Beyond Software Architecture, you write:
Architecture degradation begins simply enough. When market pressures for key features are high and the needed capabilities to implement them are missing, an otherwise sensible engineering manager may be tempted to coerce the development team into implementing the requested features without the requisite architectural capabilities.
You then advise scheduling some time after each release for "entropy reduction" to pay off technical debt accumulated during the push to get the release out the door. What is entropy reduction?
Luke Hohmann: In most of the enterprise systems I've built, I could show you where it is a model of really well done design. It has three tiers like the books recommend. It responds and adapts well to the needs of the market. It works really well. But in that same system, I could show you part of it that is a complete and utter, ugly hack. It was 2AM and we had to ship in three days, and we just hacked that part together.
I think refactoring coupled with the right things, automation and test-driven design, is wonderful. They all work together to help make software more changeable—and more safely changeable—than it was in the past. But when it's time to ship and you've got to hit code freeze, that refactoring stuff is the least important thing in my mind.
You brought up the concept I call entropy reduction, which is quite possibly an idiosyncratic way that I like to run projects. After a release, I spend some time trying to hold the features of the system constant and just clean up the inside a little bit. Before I start on the next release, I take the known technical debt, the known entropy that was introduced, and clean it up. It's like putting a hold on refactoring to get the release out the door, and then turning on refactoring again afterwards. Because you have to turn refactoring off if you're going to ship.
Dave Quick from Microsoft once told me that the way he refers to this idea is that if you actually want to ship, shipping becomes a feature. You've got a list of features you want to hit. If you're going to ship, shipping becomes a feature as well, either explicitly or implicitly. You need to do what is necessary to get that feature done too.
Entropy reduction means I am going to make whatever compromise I need to make to get the release done, and then I'm going to give the team the opportunity to go back and respond or recover from the compromises they made. It is a very different concept than refactoring. I think of refactoring as non-architectural, but rather very much in the context of normal work.
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Al Horford put a high-flying hurting on Amir Johnson during Atlanta's 110-89 road victory against Toronto on Friday.
Al Horford put a high-flying hurting on Amir Johnson during Atlanta's 110-89 road victory against Toronto on Friday.
Atlanta captured its 11th straight win in dominating fashion and Horford provided the highlight of the night. With a little less than nine minutes remaining in the third quarter and Atlanta leading 61-47, Horford received the ball on the right wing and pump-faked before driving baseline around Jonas Valanciunas. Turning the corner on his way to the rim, Horford rose to throw down a one-handed dunk over the top of Johnson, who had rotated over in an attempt to protect the basket. The dunk caused Atlanta's bench to engage in some high-stepping celebrations.
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The dunk was one of many high moments on the night for Horford, who posted a team-high 22 points (on 8-for-8 shooting), five rebounds and five assists. Paul Millsap added 16 points, eight rebounds and four assists.
DeMar DeRozan scored a game-high 25 points and grabbed three rebounds for Toronto. James Johnson added 17 points and six rebounds off the bench for coach Dwane Casey.
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Since I did not want to rely on drugs to solve my insomnia, I looked for non-drug sleeping aids. I decided to try meditation since the sleeping pill given the doc was supposed to calm me down. I have tried meditation by focusing on my breathing while I was in the hospital. But guess I was just too impatient, frustrated and worried then that it did not quite work out.
I read in MM Lee Kuan Yew' recent interview with NY Times that he started meditation a few years ago. He did it to calm himself whenever he heard sounds of his bedridden wife's discomfort. And this was what he said "The problem is to keep the monkey mind from running off into all kinds of thoughts. A certain tranquillity settles over you. The day's pressures and worries are pushed out. Then there's less problem sleeping." So I said to myself, let's try it again.
I read more about meditation. This is one web page I thought is simple to read and understand about meditation and sleep. http://health.howstuffworks.com/wellness/natural-medicine/alternative/natural-sleep-aids5.htm
Soon I figured out the key is practice and perseverance, especially for people whose minds are constantly in active mode, thinking and also worrying I suppose. I started slowly, trying to stay focus on the Present like my breathing or the movement of abdominal area. Like what I have read, it was difficult. The mind wandered easily. In any case, since I have nothing much to do and cannot sleep, I told myself just keep practising it. If it's work, good for me. If it's fail, I lose nothing since I can't sleep anyway. I repeated the process and kept focusing on the regular movement of my abdominal area again. After many repeated attempts over a few nights, I discovered my breathing began to go slower and my body felt more relaxed. I stopped when I felt my body was tired but relaxed enough. I got into my usual sleeping position but did not get too anxious 'trying" to sleep. My mind again wandered to many things and there were some I did not understand or have encountered. Before I knew it, I finally slipped into my dreamland the night before! While I still did not get to sleep through the night, I managed 1to 2 hours of quality sleep now. It's definitely a good improvement compared to the a few winks I have during the last 3 weeks!


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Jonathan Ory; the Juan Luis food stall at Workshop; photographs by (Ory) Andrew Cebulka & (Workshop) Margret Wood
May 19, 2017
15 Minutes with Jonathan Ory
From working kitchen gigs at haute restaurants to opening Bad Wolf Coffee in Chicago, this Charleston native has returned home to lead the chefs at the Holy City's new food hall, Workshop
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CM: Where did you grow up?
CM: What took you to Chicago?
CM: Is that when you started cooking?
CM: Tell us more about your résumé.
CM: Around the same time, you and Sarah founded the Heirloom Foundation. What's that about?
CM: How did you land at Workshop?
CM: What's the scoop on Bad Wolf?
CM: How does Workshop follow a "pop-up" business style?
CM: What tenants are currently at Workshop in addition to Bad Wolf ?
CM: And you're heading a Korean cuisine stall, too?
CM: Finally, we have to ask: what's the story behind your "803" tattoo?
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