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Thus sticking to available facts alone, SSC vanished with disappearance of Saraswati river and while composition of Vedas was ongoing, Mahajanapadas started appearing on the political scene of India. The concept of Sapta-Sindhu is related to India and expands with the expanse of people following the life-style and socio-polity described in Vedas. The earlier Sapta-Sindhu (Punjab) later became "Aryavarta (indo-gangetic plains)" and in further course of time, "Jambudwipa". The gods changed, and with time various philosophies of "Knowing" the universe were propounded by wise-men. With times and changing climates, various tribes from central asia, middle-east invaded India, and got assimilated into the local way of life where they settled. It must be noted that there was no uniform "Hindu" way of life because there wasn't any need.
Thus, Indic civilization prior of Islamic advent was a loosely knit confederacy of societies with common factors like nominal, partial OR complete adherence to Varna and Ashrama system and nominal, partial OR complete reverence to concepts of Dharma, Karma and rebirth. This is the least common factor which makes up the characteristic of "Indic civilization" or "Hindutva". To be more precise, it was the mutual acceptance of the "Free-Market" system with respect any ideological meme, while adhering to the concept of "Dharma" as the main arbitrator.


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In proposing that Shakespeare begin to be performed in translations comprehensible to the modern spectator, John McWhorter suggested:
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That sounds good. OK, so do it. Which artists does McWhorter have in mind? And, having found some, let's see some examples of their work. I'd love to see a translation which retains the poetic quality of the original, avoids banality, and approaches the 'full comprehension' demanded in his original piece. (2011, 47)
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Susanne Rosenberg
It is hard to describe in words both how kulning sounds and how you do it. The starting point for the vocal technique is that you want to be heard and to communicate outdoors with the help of the voice. As it has mainly been women who have traditionally worked on the fäbod (summer grazing pasture with small buildings for people, pets, dairy products, and animal feed), the use of the voice has also evolved according to the strengths and limitations of the female voice.
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As far as Father's Days go, I have had much worse actually because yesterday all of my family must have forgotten that it was actually Father's Day. That would be what made the most sense realistically because since I have had custody of my kids not one of my family members around here have been able to forgo coming over here and eating all of my food. What was even more astounding was that I actually got to pick what I wanted to eat, and was so stunned by this that I drew a blank as to what I wanted. In the end I chose a Spinach Salad with Veggie Bacon on it, and almost got that even. Around here that is a huge triumph and now has me terrified that they are all up to something. The usual Father's Day tradition of having to spend large quantities of money on what the kids want to eat and then at the last minute having several family members come along to co-opt the whole event and simply brand my Father's Day {meaning I paid for it so my kids would be happy, aka typical Father's Day right?} their own as well didn't transpire.
I think it has more to do with the Fire Breathing Dragon that I have recently become with most of my family these days and especially as it pertains to money, and when I say I have been abrasive we are talking "sandpaper through a newborn's asshole" with a little more grist. I went as far as to not register my Minivan this year partially because I couldn't afford it, but mostly because it is a registration, gas filling, motor fixing, tire replacing, black hole of my money that everyone else seems to drive except me! This might have also been a big part of it as well since I wasn't exactly hospitable at all times to my house guests over the last week either but if there is one thing that I have less of than money it is time, and it was a total waste of both. In the end GTIT finally gave me the money to register the Minivan because she needed it, and it won't be inspected until someone other than me fixes the windshield too.
That's the new me around here as I have finally been bled dry and I don't have the ability to care about it all. It actually plays into the old me that is just counting the days {4087} until the youngest one can get her "Golden Footprint" on her ass at the front door. I have since revised that strategy since the whole reconstruction of the house to incorporate GTIT and Husband of GTIT into it to say "I get the Golden Footprint" and they can all try to find me. The little one can stay with them for all I care. Regardless of if I ever make it out of the state of New Hampshire it will be 4087 days until I no longer live at the Casa Di Evils's and if the Winnebego that is parked in the side yard {assuming that I still get a parking space after it is all said and done} should be the big clue that I mean business.
Now along those lines there needs to be sustainable goals to be reached towards that whole Exodus that I plan to have on August 25, 2018 {God Kill me it looks so much worse written out like that} and that is the hard part on my end but should keep the rest of them confused. You see sustainable goals are not a customary practice around here unless they are somehow sucking the very life from me like a dog going after the marrow in a bone. I have started working on the exit strategy by raising my 401k a bit {so that the leaches don't see that they aren't getting my whole salary … aka Ugh Me Thinks Saving IS Scary} and leave the passive aggressive hints that I am not planning for things past that date. Sure it has lead to me losing total control of what goes on around here but it also is a relief to not be standing at the Roman borders as the Huns are coming either.
We still have all of the "Well this is going to happen" and "I am looking forward to" mentalities here and I would have to write a book that looks something like the Tax Code to actually list all of the broken promises that have been handed out by everyone involved here and most of them have lead to the very situation I find myself in right now anyway. I treat everyone here like they live in Disney World {yeah I know while I write A-Team parodies about a bunch of friends on the Internet … Eat Me!} and they treat me like the Troll under the bridge. It's good to see that we finally have a symbiotic relationship that makes sense at least on this end. I think the last straw was when I finally realized this week that GTIY is now simply getting the money to help out from my father before I can even ask, thus eliminating the middle man, but also making it so that I as always will be the only one here that is in poverty. What's worse is that I really have fallen into the simple belief that I don't give a crap anymore anyway. 4087 days!
Well back to the point of yesterday where I got a God awfully bright orange colored shirt, {that has kinda grown on me as I wore it today} ink jet cartridges for my printer, {so I could use them all printing up pictures of stuff to be named later} the weirdest looking wall clock I have ever seen, {which still had the 1$ tag on it from Wal-Mart which definitely gets an A+ from me for frugality as it was a bargain} some home made cards, {which came out really cool} and an iceberg lettuce and cucumber salad {that gave me the trots like mad} but most importantly NO COMPANY! By contrast this day was about 40 dollars cheaper on me than my birthday and well over 100 dollars cheaper than last Father's Day or the birthday prior, and for that I should be grateful. The fact that the ringing in my ears from the kids screaming all night and refusing to get away from me because it was Father's Day and the trots being over are what make today even better ;8o)
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12 Nov 07, 1500 Hrs.
Coinjock, NC (ICW milepost 50)
Trip: 55 nm, Total: 225 nm, Eng: 1347
Galena departed the free dock at the Great Bridge/Lock (ICW Milepost 12) at 0725 hrs. This morning Tom once again found his crankcase full of fuel. Tom and Evergreen were going to stay behind and have a mechanic look at the engine. There's a full-service marina right here, just south of the bridge.
The air was cool in the morning but the temperature got up to 65° during the day. I experienced no problems and discovered no excitement during this little leg of the trip. In a way I like that. But that also makes for a rather monotonous day and a dreary log. As I've said before, I've traversed this part of the ICW 5-times before. There are few surprises for me around the next curve. Still, I'm trying to write this narrative as if this were my first trip. You, my stall worth reader, may not have been here, or read my past posts. So I'm trying to view this ditch with 'new eyes.'
Wind, waves and current were against me most of the way. I was struggling to maintain 5.0-kts where I usually motor along at 5.6. In the Currituck Sound I finally put up the staysail and that jumped my speed to 5.5 kts! Wheeee! But the Currituck Sound can become quite rough. It's wide and open to the elements with little to interrupt the fetch. It's also very shallow through here. Sometimes I find myself wandering back and forth across the marked 'channel' looking for water over 8-ft. Often times it's no where to be found.
Today I received a call from Capt Ron. Remember Capt Ron? He was originally supposted to come with Tom and I on this trip. He found out that the nodule on his thyroid is malignant. He is scheduled to have surgery to cut it out. That means my good friend Capt Ron will not be sailing with me on this trip. With Tom back at the Great Bridge having his engine fixed, and Ron not on his way, I actually feel alone for the first time. Sure, Tom will eventually catch up with me. But right now I'm just alone. Wow! New feelings! Cool!
Poor Ron. This really sucks! He deserved a break on this. He needed this trip. Now he's stuck back there with the other freezing souls. I'll miss you, Ron.
Most of the day I found myself driving down what amounts to a narrow channel. That means I couldn't leave the helm. That means I actually used the bucket that I had wisely pre-positioned in the cockpit. I can't let the auto pilot steer for more than a couple of seconds in this channel. So I can't leave the cockpit for... well, for anything. Hence the bucket. Worked well, too
By mid-morning the day turned quite beautiful. Once I tied up here at Coinjock the air warmed up and the sky turned sunny. Still there was very little wind. The temp got up to about 65°. If I had known it would be so comfortable I might have anchored out at the south end of this channel just to put a few more miles under my keel.
The day turned into a nice evening, too. I had the pleasure of meeting Gary and Gene of m/v Touch of the Sun. There I was, heading back to Galena after a nice night of drinking at the lounge. Gary and Gene were standing on the dock chatting. After we talked for a while I said I was heading back to Galena for another drink and invited them along. We put away a good deal of my bourbon before Gary suggested we go to his boat. What a boat! It's an 80-foot Lazzara. The inside is bigger than my house! It's an absolutely beautiful boat. As I stepped aboard I thought, "What the hell were do doing sitting out in the cold in Galena's cockpit when this was available?"
Here's m/v Touch of the Sun passing me at 27 kts
I really enjoyed talking with Gary. I don't know what he does/did for a living but he's a great listener. And Gene is a trip! A fine couple of gents they were. I didn't get home till after midnight and was almost too drunk to find Galena. And she was just a couple of boats down the dock!
When I got up at 0530-hrs to get ready for my 0630 departure I was still a little messed up. Remember from my previous trips that Coinjock is merely a bulkhead along the south side of the ICW. They are also very popular. Since dock space is money, they want every foot of that bulkhead full of boat. So they pack the boats in. Galena's bowsprit was over the dinghy davits of the boat ahead of me and the boat behind me was only about 6" away. This morning there was a slow current against the bow. With the help of a couple of other boat skippers I was able to slide out without embarrassing myself and without touching the boats around me.
The cost here was $78 for a '37-ft' boat and 30 Amp electrical service. Galena is only officially a 32-foot boat; stem to stern. But with that big bowsprit, the boomkin and the wind vane she is, overall, 41.5 feet long. Since Coinjock lines boats up on a straight bulkhead I tell them I'm 37 feet long. A fair compromise I think.
Oh, and the boat behind me was an Island Packet (42 ft?) named Anywhere. Turns out he's on D-Dock at Mears Point marina. I've seen his boat every time I've entered or left the marina. Small world isn't it.
ICW Mile 102
Alligator River
The wind was forecast as 5- to10-kts out of the west. But it was actually south-southwest at 10- to 15-kts. Just close enough to 'On the Nose' to keep me from sailing. So I just rigged the staysail and motored all the way across the Albemarle Sound. At first it was a little rough. But during the day the wind died down to the predicted 5- to 10-kts and I had a comfortable run. Even in the heavy chop m/v Touch of the Sun passed me smoothly making 27-kts.
I'm in the same anchorage that I've used for just about every one of my trips through here. There were 4 other boats here when I arrived and none others joined us later.
The wind has died to about nothing but is forecast to go north by morning.
I want to get underway ASAP so I might make about 60-miles tomorrow. I'm currently only 100 miles from Beaufort, NC. If I can make the bigger chunk of it tomorrow then the next day will be an easy run.
Last night my DVD software started acting up. I may have some conflicting software on this machine that is causing a problem. I'm counting on my DVD collection to keep me sane if things get boring. So loosing my ability to play them on my computer is a really big deal.
I talked with Tom on the phone this morning. He said he's still at Great Bridge lock and they have pulled off the fuel pump. The mechanics think his fuel pump was leaking fuel into his crankcase. They will try to rebuild it but it will still be a few days until he's underway again.
I checked my fuel: starboard: 9-gal, port: 32-gal, deck jugs: 15-gal.
I've used 22 gallons in 36 eng hrs. That works out to be about 0.6 gal/hr. I poured the deck jugs into the starboard tank. So now I'm at 24/32/0. I'll fill up at Beaufort.
I had a very quiet, calm night. This has always been a quiet little anchorage. Lots of bugs, but quiet.
I awoke at 0500 to what I swear was a very loud horn blasting. I sprung up out of my berth and dashed through the salon to the companionway (it's a small boat and that is only six steps). As I climbed the ladder and was opening the hatch I glanced at the GPS and saw that I had not moved at all since I went to bed at 2100. At least I wasn't dragging into anyone.
I stuck my head out and looked around. Nothing. Everything was just as it should have been. No one was frantically trying to rescue a doomed craft. No one was fending me off as I drifted across the anchorage (all recurring fears when cruising). I guess this was just a dream, this horn blasting that I swear I heard.
I was too tense to go back to sleep so I made coffee and stood on the deck and witnessed a fantastic sunrise. I've taken pictures of sunrises here before. The water is glassy smooth and the sky just cloudy enough to add color. The boats around me are getting underway. And so the parade starts again.
14-15 Nov 07
Belhaven, NC (ICW Milepost 135)
Trip: 30nm, Total: 302 nm. Eng:
I arrived here at 1200-hrs. Very early to stop for the day, no? I was talking on the phone with Jane and had heard that there was nasty weather forecast for tomorrow. I was going to anchor out at about milepost 164. And I was anticipating staying there for a couple days while this cold front passed through. Jane convinced me that that would be foolish. I should just go into the marina at Belhaven and spend the two days comfortably there. I don't like the docks or slips here. The slips are narrow and the wind is always from the wrong direction. The showers are just barely OK. But the bar is great. And the town is just a fine little place to walk around in. So I stop here.
And here I sit. Tomorrow they are calling for 25- to 35-kts with rain. So here I'll stay.
Also here are Gary and Gene (m/v Taste of the Sun). So, of course, we ended up drinking on their boat in the evening.
I also met Alva and Rita on s/v Searenity. One of the smallest boats I've seen anyone live on and sail south. I had talked with Alva in the Great Lock. He was tied up directly ahead of me. Then I'd seen him again at the anchorage at Mile 102.
Alva and Rita's home: s/v Searenity
On my second day here at Belhaven the weather did indeed turn cold and windy. But the wind only lasted a couple of hours. Shortly after that the rain stopped and it was just cloudy and cold. The temperature dropped between 0900 and 1300 from 65- to 45-degrees as the front came through.
With the wind and rain I found myself stuck inside all day. I cleaned up Galena and dusted a bit (don't laugh; I do that on occasion). Then I did a little enhancement on the slip covers that Jane had made for the settee cushions. She had put elastic around the underside edges to hold them in place. But I slide my big butt around so much that the covers are soon all scrunched up and pulled to the forward edge of the cushions. I was going to do something manly like hammer grommets in around the elastic and then run cord back and forth under the covers. But I really didn't want to man-handle the covers like that. Jane had put a lot of effort into making them and making them look good. So, instead, I just took bits of cordage and sewed them to the hem of the covers. Looks good. Works fine. And no damage to the covers!
What they looked like before I added the cords underneath. See? All baggy
This is how I fixed them. I just sewed the cords into the seams on the underside.
And a close-up of the underside where I sewed the cords into place:
Yeah, I can be pretty handy with a needle and thread when I want to be. Finally, the finished product:
I also dug out my Sampson fid kit and made my first ever successful loop in a double braided line. I used a bit of waste 6mm line. And it only took about 2-hrs. But at least now I know I can read and follow instructions.
I also mounted that LED reading light that I had purchased about a year ago. I had to drill some holes to run the wires from the bulkhead, through some galley cabinets, across the engine compartment, into the side of the electrical panel box, and over to the 'cabin lights' breaker. And that took about 2 hrs. But now I have a nice reading lamp in a place where I usually sit and read. [Later Note: Sometime during the latter part of the voyage, this light simply stopped working.]
The light isn't very bright. But it consumes very little power. I'm not really impressed with it. But I had been wanting to install it for a long time. This is my favorite reading place and it's a very dark corner of the cabin.
While I had the engine compartment open I drained some of the fuel from the Racor filters and found a bit of water and some crud that had accumulated there. Also the fuel in the port tank is a bit dark. I think I might have a bio problem there. So I'll dump in some biocide and scrub that fuel back into the same tank. Then I'll change the filter and we should be good to go.
16 Nov 07
Anchored at ICW Milepost 187.5
Adam's Creek, just south of Oriental, NC
Trip: 55 nm, Total: 347 nm, Eng 1368 hrs
I awoke in my slip at Belhaven at 0730 hrs. The sky was clear and there was just a light wind out of the west.
The forecast was for 15- to 20-kts from the northwest. So I had planned on staying right here. But the morning looked so good compared to the previous days that I said, "What the hell." and left.
I quickly paid my slip fees ($45 / day X 2) and, with the help of my slip-neighbor John (m/v Freedom), I pulled out and headed south.
As I headed out into the Pungo River I decided to raise sails. A sound decision since, after all, the wind was abaft the beam. And as usual, I raised too much sail. Just a staysail and full main; that's all I raised. But that full main gave me so much weather helm that it took all my strength and full tiller travel to keep Galena's nose on course. During the sustained gusts (is that even a valid concept?) we were hitting 7.3-kts. And that was while dragging a rudder at full throw! I kept telling myself to get up there and reef that main. But.... See, there was this sailboat right behind me. It looked like a Catalina 38. She would start to close on me, then the wind would gust and I'd surge ahead. Between the gusts she'd roll out some more headsail. Then during the gusts she'd just heel over. So she'd reef in the headsail again. If I headed up to reef she'd pass me. That would just be unacceptable.
Finally, as I turned into the Pamlico River I had to bite the bullet. I sheeted in the staysail a bit to keep it drawing, and let out the mainsheet to allow the main to flag a bit. Then up to the mast and reef the main. It only took about 2 minutes, but in that time that boat behind me came abreast of me. By the time I was back in the cockpit and had the sails re-trimmed she was just a little bit ahead of me. Once I got everything trimmed just right (well, as 'just right' as a cruiser such as myself cares to be) I caught back up with her. And Galena was much happier and easier to drive. Ah, the joy of almost racing.
As we approached Goose Creek (ICW Milepost 150) the wind had picked up to the forecast 20-kts steady with some impressive gusts. A quarter mile from the entrance to the creek I headed up and dropped the main, leaving the staysail up for a bit of extra drive.
The sailboat that had been behind me, and by now had pulled a few hundred feet ahead of me also veered off and dropped all sail. After doing so, they actually dropped back and let me go in front of them again. I'm not sure why.
Once I maneuvered Galena into the canal at ICW Milepost 155 the wind was blocked by the trees and I dropped the staysail, too.
By the time I entered the Neuse River at ICW Milepost 160 the wind was down to about 10-15 NW and I put up the full main and the staysail again. I had a good sail up the Neuse until just before Oriental, NC (ICW Milepost 180). There the wind veered to the west and was right on the nose. So I dropped all sail and motored into Goose Creek.
I made it to this anchorage, right behind the range marks at ICW Milepost 187 at about 1600-hrs. The map says 7-ft but I found a steady 6.5 all the way back. I also found 10 other sailboats here. And I'm only 13 miles from Beaufort. So we were a little cozy here.
I also just ran out of water in the forward tank. So 30 gallons in 10 days, that's not very frugal of me, is it? I still have the whole aft tank to get me to Beaufort. I think that 30-gal should be sufficient for a 2-hr trip.
17 Nov 07, Saturday
Beaufort, NC (ICW Milepost 205)
Anchored in the harbor
I awoke this morning to cold and fog. The cold was the coldest I'd been yet. It was 32° outside and 44° inside Galena. I turned on the little propane heater and finally got the temperature up to about 54° inside. At that point I got out of bed.Outside there was dense fog. The first I'd encountered this trip .
Foggy morning in the ICW anchorage, Adam's Creek
The fog finally lifted enough to navigate at about 0815-hrs so I motored out.
For the first time this trip I had the current with me. In both Adams Creek and the Adams Creek Canal I was making 6.6-kts. That's about 1-kt more than usual.
I motored into the Beaufort anchorage at 1130-hrs and dropped the hook. After putting Galena to bed, having a light lunch and making a couple of phone calls I went to town. I just walked around and then came back to Galena for a little nap.
When I called Tom I found him at home. Tom said Evergreen's engine problem was in fact a bad injector pump. And that it wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. Tom said he wouldn't be on the road again until probably Thursday. Add those five days to the fact that he's at least 4 days behind me and that makes 9 days until he gets here, to Beaufort. And of course that's assuming he doesn't do any stopping for weather or sightseeing or just relaxing along the way. In that much time I could motor on down to Charleston. Which I just might do. I'd rather not wait for him. Although, were I to wait, I couldn't pick a better town than Beaufort, NC.
I went back into town to meet John Powers. He had e-mailed me about some of the modifications I had made to Galena. He also owns a Westsail 32 (s/v Off Key) and was doing some serious work on her. We met at the Back Street Pub. During the gam he offered the use of his mooring while I was here. That was good, because when I got back to Galena at about 2230-hrs, I found two things that were different.
First, while Galena was right were I'd left her, all the boats around her were gone. So she seemed to be sticking out into the channel all alone. Well, actually, she was all alone.
And secondly I found this paper notice taped to the side of Galena's hull:
Since it said "Please" I assumed it was put there by the dockmaster. It was both too dark and too drunk out to move her right then so I went to bed. [LATER NOTE: Jerry (s/v Persephane) said that yes, the Coast Guard puts those on boats. But that they only come around on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Also, I found that there actually is no rule stating that one can not anchor in a channel; it's is just not advised.]
In the morning I looked for John's mooring but couldn't recognize it. So I just moved west a quarter of mile and anchored again. As long as I wasn't in front of the docks I figured I was OK.
Today I have to climb up the mast and clear my pendant from the sheaves at the masthead. It has jammed up the topping lift and is just making a mess up there. I can't just pull it down without tearing it. So I'll climb up and gently remove it.
I'll have to find some other way to fly it. But for the couple of days that it flew up there it looked cool.


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Pirates and Disney PrincessesbyPrincessJezebel©
This is my entry in the 2014 Halloween story contest. It's my first contest entry, so please be gentle.
Erin stepped just outside the back door of the costume rental shop to cool down in the crisp fall air. Damn, it got hot and sweaty in that laundry room. On top of helping customers find costumes, the self-proclaimed "Irish washerwoman" got to wash every costume that returned from a rental. With Halloween being on a Friday, costumes had been going out and coming back all week, but she'd been too busy helping dozens of people dress as pirates or Disney princesses to have made much of a dent in the laundry. The bulk of the rentals had gone out tonight, and more would go out on Saturday. That meant that when she came to work Monday, she would be greeted by load upon load of Elsas and Annas, Alices and Mad Hatters, Scarecrows and Cowardly Lions, countless other characters and creatures, and all six of their "Dumb and Dumber" suits—all waiting to be sorted, pre-treated, washed, dried, and put away.
She took a deep breath that turned into a yawn. It had been the busiest Halloween day they'd ever had. She'd been running from the time the shop opened at 11 a.m. until 7 p.m., when she'd gladly locked the door behind all the customers and the rest of the staff. Since she had no plans for Halloween night, she had stayed late to wash and dry a couple more loads from earlier in the week before the motherlode hit on Monday.
Now she began to feel the chill of late October on her bare arms and legs. Getting to wear the costumes at work was one of the best parts of the job. Her outfit for the day was a low-cut peasant blouse with a short green skirt and a brocade bodice that laced up the front. It gave her B-cup breasts more noticeable cleavage, and showed off her long, toned legs that finished at the bottom with her signature green sneakers and mismatched socks.
Erin had always been immune to peer pressure and current fashion. Her friends never knew from day to day whether she would look goth, jock, hipster, preppie, steampunk, or hippie. She even managed to stand out in her Catholic school uniform, adding such touches as a vintage sweater, an oversized man's shirt, combat boots, dramatic makeup, or a wild hair style or color. Right now, her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair sported a few deep purple streaks and was sloppily pulled up with an octopus clip.
The buzzer on the dryer was her cue to go back inside. As she pulled the back door shut and locked it, she thought she saw movement flash in front of her. She watched carefully for a few minutes before deciding that it was just her fatigue. She was not one to be easily spooked.
She picked up her laundry basket and pulled out the dry clothes. She moved her last load from the washer to the dryer, thankful that in a half-hour her long day's work would be done. She stretched her lithe body all the way up and then down to her feet. Though she no longer danced, yoga and Pilates kept her flexible. As she stretched her back with her head down and bent hands grazing the floor, she peered between her legs and again thought she saw movement behind her. This time, it looked like something had brushed past the clothes on one of the racks. She stood back up and looked around at the racks of clothes, but all seemed still again.
Oh, what the hell, she thought. It wouldn't hurt to check. She walked from the back toward the front door of the darkened shop to make sure it was locked, calling, "Hello? Is someone here?"
A faint whisper answered, "Erin, don't be afraid. I'd never hurt you."
Now she felt a little ill at ease. She whirled around, looking for movement while trying to discover what direction the male voice, which sounded vaguely familiar, was coming from. "Where are you? Who are you?"
This time, the voice was right behind her as it replied, "Someone who knows you and cares for you very much."
She gasped as she felt a strong arm wrap around her from behind and a hand close gently over her mouth. She struggled and tried to scream, but his arms held her tight. Now she could feel the breath on her ear as he said, "Shhh... Please don't be afraid. Trust me."
She wasn't sure why, but she did feel she could trust him. She took a deep breath and he could feel her calm, so he removed his hand from her mouth. Now both arms were around her, holding her lovingly, and she felt him nuzzling her neck. Instinctively she found herself leaning back against a lean but muscular body, about six inches taller than she was. It just felt...right somehow.
"Good, just relax," he breathed. "That's my good little Erin-Go-Braless."
"MIKEY??!!" she squealed. And for the first time in her 23 years, Erin fainted.
There was only one person who had ever dared to call her by that name. Michael Hugh Evans. She had known him for as long as she could remember. They lived in the same neighborhood, and their mothers were best friends, so they had played together as toddlers. They both went to St. David's Elementary, and then on to St. Patrick's High School.
He had given her that name in seventh grade, at the school St. Patrick's Day dance. Erin O'Malley was especially proud of her Irish heritage, and wore her green Erin Go Bragh T-shirt that day. What she DIDN'T wear was a bra. While she had gained most of her 5'8" of height by that time, she had yet to blossom much on top. Mikey slow-danced with her and felt her budding nipples touch his chest.
He grinned at her and said, "Your shirt should say Erin-Go-Braless!"
She pulled away from him and stomped off in a fury. She completely ignored him for the rest of seventh grade and through that summer. She grudgingly acknowledged his existence through their last year at St. David's, and actually said "hi" when she saw him the summer before high school.
Some people are said to have a "love—hate" relationship. Their relationship had been far more complex. It was more like a "hate—disgusted with—annoyed by—indifferent to—secretly admiring—hanging out with—liking—liking THAT way—lusting after—and finally love" relationship. And they invariably ended up at different places on the continuum at any given time.
By high school, they began to travel in different circles. He morphed from Mikey to Mike, made it onto the track and swimming teams, took science and math, and liked computer and role-playing games. She was involved in dance and theatre, took poetry and psychology, and was interested in astrology and ancient Celtic mythology. She played flute in the orchestra, while he played trumpet in the marching band. The only subject they shared an interest in was history, and they often found themselves in the same classes, where they would argue, banter, bicker and flirt. She talked him into taking Art History, while he goaded her into History of Scientific Discovery.
He was good-natured and openly admired her, which she mistook for sarcasm and returned to him tenfold. He thought it was cute, which made her furious. Meanwhile, he noticed how nicely her breasts had filled out and gawked at her sexy little ass. He had taken up competitive cycling, and seeing his beautifully muscled legs in shorts made her heart beat faster. But he never asked her out for fear she would reject him. And she sulked because he never asked her out.
After graduation, she stayed home and went to the U to study theatre, while he was off to Johns Hopkins as a pre-med student. They saw each other every summer, but one or the other always seemed to be attached. They still had many mutual friends, and often both would end up hanging out with a group at a bar or coffee house. They developed a comfortable friendship and enjoyed their shared conversations. But still it never came to more than that, until about three months ago.
Her mother Pat and his mother Gwen had remained best friends for all those years, and Erin would ask about Mike whenever she ran into Gwen. The last time she had seen Gwen had been this past summer—at Mike's funeral.
As Erin worked her way up through the foggy darkness, her sense of touch was the first to register. She felt a cool washcloth on her forehead and her hair falling over her bare shoulders. She noticed cold air on her breasts, as strong hands massaged them. She felt herself cradled in his arms as she sat on his lap, and she snuggled further into his chest. When she moaned softly and finally opened her eyes, she was sitting on the floor in the front area of the shop, in front of the large three-way mirror. It was dark, but the streetlights shone in the front window of the shop, casting deep shadows and shallow fragments of light on the mirror. She gasped when she realized that while she could feel him gently holding her in his arms, there was no evidence of him in the mirror. Was she dreaming?
Still groggy, she looked back over her shoulder and whispered, "Mikey? Is it really you?"
His lips softly brushed hers, then he replied, "Yep."
"But you're....."
"Dead? Yeah."
"So you're a .... a....."
"Ghost? Yeah."
Erin frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be floating around, a pale amorphous blob, going 'Ooooh...wooo....?'"
Mike laughed—that deep, infectious laugh that made Erin smile too. He squeezed her affectionately as he said, "Well, obviously, that's not how it works in real life. Or I should say, in real death."
She giggled at his morbid sense of humor, then asked, "But how.....? Why.....?"
"Hey, you know your Celtic mythology. You've read that on Halloween, the veil between worlds is thinner, and spirits can pass through? Well, it's true."
"But why did you come back? And why come here?"
"You know how they say that ghosts hang around when they have unfinished business? That's true too. I came here for you—you are my unfinished business."
He silenced her questions with a kiss, deep, passionate, and probing, which she answered with her own smoldering desire. Their tongues tangled, their lips roving and teeth lightly nibbling, while their breaths came in sighs and soft moans. Erin felt his hardness growing where she rested on his lap, and realized that her panties were wet and touching his bare leg.
She wanted him and couldn't wait to put her arms around him, but suddenly she became aware that she couldn't lift her arms or move her hands. She yanked her lips from his as her eyes snapped open. Her eyes widened as she looked in the mirror and saw that he had pulled her blouse and the shoulder straps of her bodice down almost to her elbows, restraining her arms and baring her breasts. As her eyes continued down, she discovered that he had tied her wrists together with a long strip of satin from the sash drawer.
"What the fuck? You tied me up?"
He held her tighter, deciding it wasn't safe to release her just yet. He kissed the back of her shoulder as he said, "Sorry. I just wanted to be sure you wouldn't beat the crap outta me, like you did in fifth grade."
"You deserved that, asshole!" she sputtered. "Besides, you were a big pussy. I didn't hit you that hard."
"Yes you did," he laughed. "You took after me like that Ralphie kid in 'A Christmas Story' when he finally lets loose his anger on Scut Farkas."
"What did you expect? You ran past me on the playground and grabbed my ass! UNDER my skirt! And I'm the one who had to stay after school for fighting."
"Yeah, and I got a stern lecture from Sister Mad Dog about how touching girls in certain places was a sin. I almost pissed my pants trying to keep from laughing."
He laughed again at the memory, and Erin grinned in spite of herself. He tried giving her puppy dog eyes, and then felt stupid realizing that it didn't matter, since he was invisible. "If I untie you, do you think you can calm that Irish temper and forgive me?" He paused. "Or do you get off on being tied up?"
Erin's momentary visualization made her shiver, and a coy smiled slipped onto her face. "Yeah, once in a while," she admitted. "But this doesn't seem the right time, so I'll forgive you instead."
"Thank you," he said sincerely, as he untied her hands and massaged her wrists.
She stared into the mirror again, and saw the slight indentations as his invisible hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples moved back and forth, seemingly on their own, at the same time as she felt his thumbs stroking them. They already were as big and as hard as marbles from the cool air, and his caress was so divine it almost hurt. She moaned and leaned back into him once again, but still couldn't raise her arms.
Looking up in his direction again, and then to the clothes restraining her elbows, she said, "Ummm....."
"Oh, yeah," he chuckled. "Well, there's no point in pulling them back up, so we might as well take them off, right?"
Before she could reply, he began unlacing her bodice. She was a bit unnerved as the laces appeared to move backward through the grommets on their own. His unseen fingers made quick work of it, and then he helped her pull her arms out of the shoulder straps and tossed the garment aside. His next quick move was to simply grab the bottom of her blouse, pulling her arms upward with it so that it came easily over her head and then her arms. It joined the bodice in the pile on the floor.
In moments, his hands were mauling her breasts, and Erin could see the deeper indentations as she gazed in the mirror. Magic mirror, she thought, as she shivered and moaned at his touch.
"Damn, these puppies sure grew up to be beautiful!" he cried. He wanted those nipples in his mouth, and the excitement coursing through his body made his cock jump again.
Erin felt it too, and for the first time realized he was naked. Well, duh! Why would he need to wear clothes if he was invisible? Since she couldn't see him, she feared that she would move wrong and sit on his cock at a bad angle and hurt him. He seemed to have the same fear, putting his hands around her small waist and lifting her off his lap to sit beside him.
She could hear small movements as he adjusted himself. Then he turned her to face toward him, pulled one of her long legs around the other side of his body, and moved her back onto his lap. She was now straddling him and could feel that his cock was captured safely between his legs. He groaned as he felt her now soggy panties so close to his cock. Then he fell on her breasts again, taking one in each hand. With her back to the mirror, Erin could now focus entirely on the sensations. One of his hands cupped a breast as he went straight for the nipple with his mouth, while the fingers of his other hand toyed with the other nipple. At first, he ran just the tip of his tongue over the large, hard nub, teasing it to grow even bigger and harder.
Erin sighed loudly, and managed to find his chest, sliding her hands up through the soft hair. She had almost become accustomed to invisible arms, legs, lips and tongue, but invisible hair was another fun surprise. She continued up to his neck, clasping her fingers together behind it so she could lean back and just enjoy his attention to her nipples. She found that if she closed her eyes, she could visualize the Mikey she remembered in the flesh.
His tongue was now flat, moving over the nipple and the entire areola in slow, lazy circles. At the same time, the palm of his other hand was opened flat and skimming over that nipple with the lightest of feathery touches. Erin marveled at his coordination, and then remembered that as a kid he was the only one on the block who could do the "pat your head and rub your tummy" trick. She smiled, remembering him at that age, but the thought was chased away by the very grown up Mike now sucking enthusiastically on her nipple, while carefully pinching and pulling on the other one, sending twin lightning bolts directly from her nipples to her pussy. She spread her legs wider and wrapped them around him, rubbing her aching pussy as close as she could to his erection. She could feel it struggling to get free from his legs.
She unclasped her fingers and moved them momentarily into his soft black curls, lifting his head slowly from her tit as he whimpered like a puppy. Hooking her left leg behind his back, she swung her right leg out from behind him and rolled off his lap onto the floor. Erin lay on her back and lifted both legs straight up in the air, making an "L" shape of her body. Mike watched, hypnotized, and she lifted her ass a few inches to pull her panties from beneath it. Then slowly, tantalizingly, she dragged them up what seemed like endless legs, pulling them over her feet and sending them to the pile with the rest of her clothes.
Mike got into the spirit, seizing the hem of her skirt and pulling it out from under her ass and up her legs more quickly. At the top, she pulled one foot through, then used the other foot to fling it at the growing pile. Then she bent her knees and pulled them to her chest to take off her shoes. Erin was now naked except for one pumpkin sock and one spider sock.
At the sight of her sweet, shaved mound, Mike snapped out of his daze and dove between her legs. As he buried his face and embraced the scent of her musk, Erin objected and tried to sit up.
"Hey, wait a minute! I'm loving this, but I want to touch you too."
He reluctantly pulled back, wiping her nectar off his face and then sucking it off his fingers. He came up on his knees, and helped her to the same position. Erin knew they were face-to-face, only inches apart. She was quickly learning to sense his presence and to feel the warmth radiating off his body. I've always heard that ghosts are supposed to feel cold, she thought. Meh, just another pleasant surprise.
He took her hands in his and held them for a moment, then lifted them to his mouth. First he kissed the back of her hands, then his lips moved sensually to her knuckles. Finally, he opened her hands and held them palms up, licking one, then the other, from her fingertips to the end of her palms. Erin gasped. She had never known this was an erogenous zone, but then nobody had ever done it to her before. She squeezed her thighs together tightly for fear she would come too soon.
Mike took her hands and gently placed them on either side of his face, then cupped her face in his hands, lightly stroking his thumb over her lips. She could feel him looking into her eyes as he softly said, "Erin Kelly O'Malley, I love you. I've always loved you. I came back to tell you. And I came back to make love to you, liked I had hoped to this past summer."
He pulled her to him and held her close. Her arms went around his neck and she rested her chin on his shoulder. Tears filled her eyes and then spilled over down his back as she remembered. They had run into each other early in the summer. It was a soft summer night, and the full moon was ripe with promise. They went into the Mill, the nearby coffeehouse, where they drank coffee and talked for several hours. When the talk ran out, they just held hands and looked at each other with skeptical smiles, each wondering if this was actually happening. He walked her to her car, and they kissed and held each other, neither wanting to break the magic spell.
Erin realized that Mike's tears were now flowing down her back too. His voice cracked as his memory took up where hers had left off. "After that night at the Mill, when we were by your car, I wanted nothing more in the world than to just stand there and hold you forever. But I was scheduled to leave the next day for another trip to visit yet another med school. I'd planned to go on from there to that bike race in Colorado, and wouldn't be back until late Friday night. So, I summoned all my courage and asked you out for Saturday night."
"God, I was so thrilled," Erin said, sniffling. "After all those years, I felt like we had just got to truly know each other that night. I found out what a wonderful man you were, and finally owned up to the feelings I'd had for you all along. I'm glad we were busy at the shop that week, or I'd have gone crazy with the anticipation."


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Year in school: Junior
Age: 20
From: Jacksonville Beach, Florida
Initiated: Fall 2010
Major: Art
Things she Likes: Art, fashion, friends, fun!
Favorite TV Show: Gossip Girl
Favorite Movie: Harry Potter!
Favorite Books: Harry Potter…again.
Favorite Music: I love all music except not so much r&b and gospel and hardcore
Favorite Part about Alpha Xi Delta: I love the friendships I've made and the awesome girls that I get to call my sisters
Interesting Fact: I've been modeling in miami since I was 15
Xi of the Week- Carson Tharp
Year in school: Junior


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For me there were quite a few things wrong with the 80s: Thatcherism, the threat of nuclear destruction, ra-ra skirts, Hue & Cry… but there was one thing that particularly set my teeth on edge and that was 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?'. It all seemed a bit smug and far too pleased with itself so as a result I've tended to avoid anything with improvisation, improv, impro etc. in the title. However – after some hasty rescheduling due to cancelled/overscribed/late running shows I stumbled across Impromptu Shakespeare in what I think is a new venue for the Free Fringe (The King James Hotel – nice sized room, air-conditioned – luxury!)
As for the show itself – the five-strong troupe isn't all peachy-keen-home-counties-drama-school-grad types but has a bit of a mix of ages with one member a dead ringer for Helen Mirren. As for gender there is only one bloke but it's a neat subverting of Willy's day with women playing men.
The idea is that audience members get handed ping-pong balls – upon which various situations or objects from Shakespeare's plays are writ – as they enter, they are invited to chuck them at the stage and the ones caught form the base of the improvisation which has to be done in the Shakespearean style.
Aye there's the rub! (see what I did there?) As some of the cast adhere to the pentameter or whatever more than others. I believe I caught the first show in the run and the rough structure that day was about a duel, a ring, a tapestry and a bastard child so cue a hilarious childbirth scene. You absolutely couldn't fault the energy, enthusiasm and sheer talent of everyone involved.
I'd say perfect for perhaps trying to drum some Shakespeare into the heads of disaffected kids because even though it's not strictly Shakespeare it serves well as a kind of dumb-show type of introduction. That aside – it is tremendous good fun so forget Benny Cumberbatch and get yourself to the King James!
(review for 7 Aug show)


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Squad Diary: How a cross-functional Fospha team developed a lead scoring solution
October 2018
Fospha staff: what's new?
The last few months have been a really exciting time for Fospha employees. New faces as the team grows, more company events than ever, and relocating to Accelerate Places in the Translation & Innovation Hub (I-HUB) at Imperial White City Campus have all contributed to a buzz around the office.
But perhaps the most interesting development over the period has been the deployment of cross-functional 'squads', spanning different teams and departments, challenging their members to solve problems through developing products and solutions for Fospha.
What do you get if you add sales, marketing, data science, engineering, and customer success?.. A Fospha Squad
Early in Q3 of this year, I found myself sat in a meeting room, a lone salesperson within an eclectic mix of my colleagues from the likes of data science, customer success, engineering, and marketing. We'd been prompted with a loose objective to use our solution to build more operational outputs for customers, directly solving more of their marketing problems. At first, we struggled to narrow down an idea; after all, the possibilities of applying data science to marketing are almost endless! But before long, drawing on the experiences and expertise of the cross-functional mix within our group, we began to hone in on identifying real needs within the market, and developing ideas about how to meet them.
Fast-forward a few months, and our squad has now developed a comprehensive lead-scoring solution, powered by machine learning sifting through highly granular customer data. It supplies clients with ranked leads on a daily basis, allowing them to identify which potential customers to focus on; and beyond simply identifying the best leads also allows them to target different groups with different messaging.
Working in a squad like this was a really interesting (and fun) experience that allowed me to learn and communicate with my colleagues effectively, as we drew on one another's skills and experiences. A series of clients are adopting our lead scoring product, and we look forward to developing it further. Several other Fospha squads were setup during this period, and each has developed its own approach based on its objectives and the ideas that it generated.
So how did all this come about?
The idea…
Months earlier, our CEO Sam Carter, and our Head of Product Dom Devlin, hit upon the idea of developing some sort of cross-functional structure within Fospha. They'd become aware of similar initiatives taking places at forward-looking tech companies, who were experimenting with approaches like this. They recognised that rigidly verticalised teams were not as productive, and that they can encourage the development and ossification of organisational silos- blocking people from collaborating and working efficiently.
Discussions began at Fospha about how best to develop cross-functional mechanisms to facilitate communication across the company, encouraging agile working practices. The idea was to join sales, product, and engineering and create feedback mechanisms, and to get the 'whole business' involved in product development.
From this idea, squads were born. We're looking forward to seeing what they lead to next!
Ashley works in Sales for Fospha. Interested in finding out more about our lead scoring solution, or Fospha in general? Get in touch at: firstname.lastname@example.com
About Fospha
Fospha provides its clients with an accessible, centralised, and actionable data platform. Our solution can seamlessly integrate disparate performance data siloes and present clients with a comprehensive – and most importantly – accurate picture of their marketing performance. By combining MTA with an extensive list of different datasets, Fospha provides a single interface where clients can understand how buyers are interacting with their brand, understand where they're getting the best return on investment, and optimise their marketing strategy accordingly.


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this is the cutest story ever.
I squeezed myself into a large van filled with kindergarteners while the Beatles' Strawberry Fields Forever steamrolled over my brain like a bad cliché. Our springtime excursion led us to a desolate parking lot beneath a highway overpass. As we made our way through a dusty brown field, I could see seafoam-colored tents in the distance.
Eventually we passed through the translucent tarp to scavenge raised plant beds for the ripest fruit. While I have had some students cry when I ask them to spell 'strawberry', this morning is filled with squeals of joy and excitement. "Look at those muscles!" I exclaimed every time a child won the battle against plant stems. As the children bobbed in and out of sight, I couldn't help but enjoy a day spent outside the classroom- even if it was under a plastic canopy.
this is the cutest story ever.


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- Total Area: 78.866 km2
- Population : 10.476.543 ( by 2009)
- Height above sea level : 235 m (average)
- EU accession : 1 May 2004
- Religion total : 39,8% (Most atheist country in EU)
From this : Roman Catholic 39,2%, Protestant 4,6%, Orthodox 3%, other 13,4%
- The Official Currency: Czech Crown (Koruna Ceska) (not euro yet)
28 Kc = 1 Euro
19 Kc = 1 US Dollar
- Calling code: +420 or (00420)
- President: Vaclav Klaus (since march, 7, 2003)
- Foreigners: long term stays & residents = 438.000 (4% of the total population). From this: top 5 citizenships: Ucraine : 131.965; Slovakia: 76.034; Vietnam: 60.258; Russia: 27,178; Poland: 21.710.
- Tourists: 6.680.400/1 year (spent at least 1 night in public accommodation facilities).
From this: 23% Germans, 8,5% British, 6% Italians, 4% Americans, 3% Russians, 55,5% rest)
- Food Consumption Record: #1 in the World by consumption of BEER per capita : 159 liters/1 person/1 year, or 1.665.770.337 litres a year/whole CR population, or 4.563.754 litres of beer every day in CR alone! (followed by Ireland 132 l/1 person/1 year).
- Technological Record: Orloj. Astronomical Clock in the Old Town Square – the oldest working clock mechanism in the world dating 1410. About 600 years now it shows the Old czech time, position of the Moon and Sun in realtion to the Earth, the Zodiacal periods, the Saints days, Present czech Time, and the spectacular hourly show with 12 spinning apostles and other figures.
- 12 "UNESCO" Properties including the cultural, natural and mixed properties of Czech Republic are included in The UNESCO World Heritage List. Between the total 890 places from all over the World, Italy, as one country, has more UNESCO sites than any other country : 44.
- Total Area: 498 sq. km
- Population: 1.216.855 inhabitants
- Average height above sea level: 235 m
- Average temperature in July: 19°C
- Average temperature in January: -1°C
- Literacy : 99,9%
- Time Zone : UTC/GMT +1
- Density of population : 2.379/km2
- Main River: Vltava River (Moldau) flows through Prague in the length of 31 km, its maximum width being 330 m. The river has 9 islands, 18 bridges.
- Number of towers and spires: approximately 500.
- Prague and Brussels: Twin towns — Sister cities. Prague is involved in a number of official as well as unofficial partnerships with other major world cities. The city of Prague also maintains its own EU delegation in Brussels called Prague House.
- 6 cities in the World called "Prague" : Czech emigration has left a number of namesake cities scattered over the globe: Praha (Slovakia), Praha (Texas, USA), Prague (Oklahoma, USA), Prague (Nebraska, USA), New Prague (Minnesota, USA).
- 6-th most visited city of Europe (4,1 mln visitors/1 year) after Paris (15,6 mln), London (14,8 mln), Rome (6,1 mln), Barcelona (4,72 mln) and Madrid (4,64 mln). (2008) (World Tourism Statistics Wikipedia)
- NickNames of Prague: Mother of Cities (Mater Urbium), Golden Prague, The City of 100 Spires.
- Tomáš Garrigue Masaryk (1850 – 1937) – philosopher, politician, rationalist, humanist, the first President of Czechoslovakia, lived in Prague for substantial part of life.
- Gregor Johann Mendel (1822 – 1884), outlined the laws of heredity, genes, and hybridization by studying pea plants. This research made him the "Father of Genetics"
- Sigmund Freud (1856 – 1939), philosopher, therapist, scientist, born in Príbor (Moravia). It's hard to exagerate his contribution to psychiatry. The "Father of Psychoanalysis", revealed the principles of Unconscious mind, Psychosexual nature and behaviour, defined the human "Psyche", soul, and its 3 components: Id, Ego, and Super-ego.
- Jan Janský (1873 – 1921), the first to study blood, separating it into 4 types (A, B, AB, O)., thus leading to safe transfusions. He campaigned for people to voluntarily donate blood; and to this day, Czech blood donors are awarded a Janský medal ("Janského plaketa") for outstanding contributions.
- Otto Wichterle (1913 – 1998), invented a process in 1941 to make the synthetic fiber he called silon independent of the earlier American development "nylon" in 1935. He is best know for inventing the contact lens in 1956.
- František Křížík (1847 – 1941), became known as the "Czech Thomas Edison." Among his inventions was an anti-collision device for trains and the first electric arc lamp (a.k.a. Plzen Lamp).
- Václav Prokop Diviš (1698 – 1765), priest, theologian, scientist, invented the lightning rod in 1753 (independently of Benjamin Franklin). He also constructed the first electrified musical instrument in history in 1748: The Denis D´or ["Golden Dionysus"]. The first moog synthesizer!
- Charles IV (1316 – 1378) – Holy Roman Emperor, under his rule Charles University in Prague or Charles Bridge were set up, made the city his main seat.
- Jan Amos Komenský (1592 – 1670), born in Uherské Hradiště district (Moravia); educator and national hero, considered the founder of modern education for his work in pedagogy. The "Father of Pedagogy".
- Josef Ressel (1793 – 1857), inventor of the screw propeller.
- Gregor Mendel (1822 – 1884), often called the "Father of Genetics", is famed for his research concerning the inheritance of genetic traits.
- Jaroslav Heyrovský (1890 – 1967), first Czech Nobel Prize laureate, awarded the prize in 1959 for pioneering research in polarography and electroanalytical chemistry.
- Jan Hus (1369 – 1415) – religious thinker and reformer. Initiator of the "Hussites" religious movement. Most important preaching done in Prague.
- Bedřich Smetana (1824 – 1884) – composer, has written Chamber, Symphonical, Piano, Chamber, Vocal and Orchestral compositions. Between the most famous "Ma Vlast", "Libuše", "The Bartered Bride".
- Antonín Dvořák (1841 – 1904) – composer of Romantic music, "New World Symphony'", the "Slavonic Dances", "American" String Quartet, "Rusalka", "Humoresque".
- Josef Václav Myslbek (1848 – 1922) – sculptor, born in Prague, author of the Wenceslas Monument and the sculptures in the parks of Vysehrad Cultural Complex.
- Alfons Mucha (1860 – 1939) – most famous czech artist, painter and decorative artist, the Art Nouveau genius, spent last decades of his life in Prague.
- Jan Saudek (1935) – the leading czech art photographer, born and lives in Prague.
- Jiří Menzel (1938) – Academy Award winning film director, born in Prague.
- Franz Kafka (1883 – 1924) – german-language fiction writer, one of the most important writers of the XXth century. Born in Prague.
- Jaroslav Seifert (1901 – 1986) – poet, winner of Nobel Prize in Literature.
- Karel Čapek (1890 – 1938) – one of the most important czech writers, lived and died in Prague.
- Václav Havel (1936) – writer, dramatist, politician, the first President of Czech Republic, born and lives in Prague.
- Jaroslav Heyrovský (1890 – 1967) – chemist, inventor of the polarographic method, recipient of the Nobel Prize in 1959.
- Gustav Mahler (1860 – 1911) – born in Bohemia, leading orchestral and operatic conductor, one of the most important late-Romantic/early-Modernist composers. Most famous works : Symphony #1 "Titan", Symphony #5 "Adagietto. Sehr Langsam".
FAMOUS PEOPLE connected with PRAGUE
- Rudolf II (1552 – 1612) – Holy Roman Emperor of austrian provenience, made the City of Prague capital of Austrian Empire. Was an ineffectual ruler whose mistakes led to the Thirty Years' War.
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 – 1791) – austrian composer, stayed in Prague several times and lived at the Bertramka villa in Smíchov. His opera Don Giovanni had its world premiere in Prague under the composer himself. Mozart famously pronounced on the occasion: "My Praguers understand me."
- Johannes Kepler (1571 – 1630) – german astronomer, in 1601 succeeded Tycho Brahe as imperial mathematician. In Prague's Klementinum Astronomical Laboratory he will discover: "Astronomiae Pars Optica" (Law of Refraction), "The Supernova of 1604″ (Star of Bethlehem), "Astronomia Nova" (The Planetary elliptical Sun Centered motion).
- Tycho de Brahe (1546–1601), swedish astronomer, was a member of the court of EmperorRudolf II. A sculpture of the two scholars can be found at Pohořelec, a short walk from Prague Castle. Tycho de Brahe is buried in Týn Cathedral on Old Town Square.
- Albert Einstein (1879 – 1955) – german physicist, awarded with Nobel Prize in Physics, served as professor at the German part (Charles-Ferdinand) of Charles University. In Prague Einstein formulated his "Principle of Equivalence" Law in 1912. Einstein was a friend of the writer Franz Kafka (1883–1924). A plaque on Old Town Square commemorates Einstein's stay.
- Johann Wolfgang Goethe (1749–1832), german poet and dramatist, was fond of Bohemia. He even donated his collection of minerals to the National Museum in Prague. Goethe's name is also borne by the German cultural institute which resides a short distance from the National Theatre.
- Ludwig van Beethoven (1780–1827), german composer, lived and worked in Prague, staying in a house near Charles Bridge in the Lesser Town. Although he experienced unrequited love in Prague, he did not harbour any rancour for the city.
- Nicolo Paganini (1782–1840), italian virtuoso, violinist, lived in Prague in 1828–9 yet failed to become overly enamoured with the Czech milieu. He gave several unforgettable concerts, but never returned to Prague.
- Fryderyk Chopin (1809–1849), polish pianist and composer, had a Czech music teacher. He gave highly acclaimed concerts not only in Prague but also in other Czech cities. His music also inspired the Czech composer Bedřich Smetana.
- Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840–1893), the leading russian composer, visited Prague on several occasions. In 1877 he conducted here the world premiere of his opera Eugene Onegin.
- Auguste Rodin (1840–1902), french sculptor, came to Prague on the occasion of the opening of his exhibition at the Kinský Garden in 1902. He had a studio in Letná, among his pupils were Czech sculptors.
- Thomas Alva Edison (1847–1931), american inventor, spent several days in Prague in 1911. He was kept company by the "Czech Edison", the engineer and inventor František Křižík.
PRAGUE'S and CZECH REPUBLIC'S OLDEST LEGENDS
1. Říp and the Slavic rotunda at Budeč
The various legends associated with central Bohemia make up an important part of more than one thousand years of Czech history. Many of these legends are tied to actual places that make a great destination for an excursion.
The most famous legend is that of forefather Čech, who, according to the story, settled with his people in the Czech basin. After a long journey the group stopped beneath a high mountain, at which forefather Čech decided to explore and survey the area. He soon discovered "a land of abundance, full of game and fowl, sweet honey and waves of milk" and decided to put down roots in the area.
The legend of forefather Čech first emerged in the Cosmas Chronicles, also known as the Chronicle of Bohemians, which is the oldest known written document of its type in Czech history. This legend apparently records the arrival of the Slavs to the Czech lands and the legendary mountain known as Říp. It is a place of great national pride. For example, the cornerstone used to build the National Theater was taken from Říp.
Even for tourists in the 21st century, Říp is an impressive experience. At the top of the mountain stands one of the oldest architectural monuments in the Czech lands (it was constructed in 1126). The rotunda is the destination of many pilgrimages throughout the year. A restaurant is located nearby and provides refreshment for tourists visiting the area. From the top of the mountain it is possible to see the Elbe lowlands and the mountains of central Bohemia.
The Slavic Rotunda named after Sts. Peter and Paul at Budeč is among the most beautiful and best preserved Roman constructions in the Czech Republic. At the same time it is the country's oldest standing building and dates back to the 10th century. The rotunda also has important mythical significance, because St. Václav, the patron saint of the Czech lands, apparently learned to read and write here.
The rotunda is a national cultural monument. It is made up of a circular nave, an adjoining tower and a vestry. The oldest part of the building is the oval nave, whose brickwork has been preserved from the foundations to the cupola since the structure's founding. Říp mountain is situated not far from Roudnice, some 40 kilometers northwest of Prague. The rotunda at Budeč is located 10 kilometers northwest of Prague.
2. The Silver Fish
A legend says that a wealthy man called Myslík was forced to run away from Prague after the battle of the White Mountain. He gathered all his precious silver and melted it in a fish-shaped clay mould. Before leaving his beloved Prague, Myslík hid the silver fish inside a wall of his house. Many years later a new tenant was living in that house. One day, this man was ordered by the city counselors to tear down the old building and build a new one. The poor man fell into despair at the news as he didn't have the money to do that. He was about to leave his house when Myslík's silver fish fell out of a broken wall. The precious object allowed the man to restore his old house. This legend is still well known in Prague and the moral of this story is that someone's misfortune may always turn into someone else's good luck and so we should never lose our hope. A good illustration of this legend is the relief-statue in the Old Town "U Kapra" Restaurant showing Myslik holding the Silver Fish (painted golden today).
3. The Origin of Prague
The origin of Prague goes back to the 7th century and the Slavic princess Libuše, a woman of great beauty and wisdom who possessed prophetic powers. Libuše and her husband, prince Přemysl, ruled peacefully over the Czech lands from the hill of Vyšehrad. A legend says that one day Libuše had a vision. She stood on a cliff overlooking the Vltava River, pointed to a forested hill across the river, and proclaimed: "I see a great city whose glory will touch the stars." ("Vidím město veliké, jehož sláva hvězd se dotýkati bude").
She instructed her people to go and build a castle where a man was building the threshold (in Czech práh) of a house. "And because even the great noblemen must bow low before a threshold, you shall give it the name Praha".
(Another version: Princess Libuse saw the level thresholds on the Vltava (Moldau) River and it's waters flowing smoothly and falling down. As the river is the heart of the city, these tresholds became the symbols which gave name to the future city). Her words were obeyed and some two hundred years later, the city of Prague became the seat of the Premyslid dynasty. Today you can see several statues and paintings, mosaiques of the Princess in different parts of Prague including: The National Theatre, The Old Town Hall, Karlova Street, The Vysehrad Parks.
4. The Legend of Dalibor (Dalibor's Violin)
The name of the Tower of Dalibor (Daliborka) at the Prague Castle is connected to one of Prague's best-known legends, which was also made into an opera by Bedřich Smetana in 1868.
According to this legend, a man called Dalibor from Kozojedy, a small town near Litoměřice, was sentenced to death and imprisoned in this tower for giving shelter to some rebellious peasants. While waiting for the fatal day, Dalibor would play his violin and his music was so beautiful that all the people of Prague were moved and enchanted and the local authorities didn't dare announce the date of the execution. People knew that the generous Dalibor was dead when his violin fell forever silent.
(Another version: When, in 1496 the serfs of his neighbour, Adam Ploskovský, rose up against their lord, Dalibor stood up for them and captured the Ploskovice farmstead. His deed was viewed as a violation of the status quo, and two years later the hero was sentenced to death. Prior to his execution Dalibor was kept prisoner in a tower (called Daliborka to this day) of Prague Castle. Legend has it that the prisoner learned to play violin and his listeners used to send him food and drinks, using a rope. Since that time there has been a saying in the Czech Lands "Nouze naučila Dalibora housti" which freely translates as "Necessity is the mother of invention". The composer Bedřich Smetana set the story to music.) Today you can visit Dalibor's Tower in The Prague Castle.
5. The Story of Horymír and Šemík
When the Czech lands were ruled by prince Křesomysl, a farmer named Horymír lived in the village of Neumětely. He had a white horse of extraordinary intelligence called Šemík. Due to Křesomysl's obsession to find treasures that were said to be hidden underground, people were encouraged to abandon farming and to become miners. Horymír was unhappy with Křesomysl's rule and warned that neglecting farming would result in famine. His protests were not liked by the miners who one day set Horymír's property on fire. Horymír and his followers in turn burned down the miners' village. Horymír was punished and sentenced for execution. When he was asked his last wish, he requested one last ride around the castle grounds on his beloved horse Šemík. His wish was granted. When Horymír got on his white horse, he whispered something in his ear. Šemík ran to the ramparts, jumped over them and slid down the cliff. When the on-lookers got to the ramparts, they were astonished to see Horymír and Šemík on the other side of the Vltava, galloping towards Neumětely.
The miraculous jump exhausted Šemík. The dying horse spoke to Horymír in a human voice and asked for a tomb to be built for him. Horymír did as the horse wished. The tomb has since disappeared but Šemík is said to be sleeping in the Vyšehrad rock, ready to come out when his help is needed again. Today you can see Horymir's Equestrian Statue in the Park of Vysehrad.
6. Prophecies of the Clock
The Old Town Astro-Clocks are the oldest working clocks in the world, and famous for their beauty,detail and the hourly show. One of the figures on the clocks is a skeleton holding in it's right hand a bell and in the other hand a clepsidra (sand clock). It represents the Death as a part of life, reminding us of the famous "momento mori". One day a prisoner, looking at the famous astronomical clock, noticed that a sparrow was caught in the mouth of Death. The unlucky man believed that sight to be a bad omen and thought that he would spend the rest of his life in prison. But, as the next hour stroke, the clock started moving again, the jaw of Death opened and, to the prisoner's great relief, the sparrow set itself free and flew away.
A few days later the convict was released from prison and was free again. Today the Orloj is still ringing and striking each our, and the figures predicting symbolicly the destinies of many people.
7. The Golem of Prague
In the 16th century, during the reign of Rudolf II, an old Jewish man named Rabbi Judah Loew lived in Prague. During that time, the Jewish people of Prague were being attacked and lived their lives in fear. Rabbi Loew decided to protect the Jews against pogroms by creating the Golem, a giant who according to the Cabala could be made of clay from the banks of the Vltava. Following the prescribed rituals, the Rabbi built the Golem and made him come to life by reciting a special incantation in Hebrew. The word "emet", meaning "truth", was placed on the Golem's forehead. It's eyes glowed red and it's giant clay body was rippled with muscles. The Golem was put to work, with it's incredible strength, and became feared by all those who wanted to harm the Jewish people of Prague.
The Golem would obey the Rabbi's every order and would help and protect the people of the Jewish Ghetto. Day after day, the Golem would work tirelessly helping with harvest and other hard work, always under the strict direction of the Rabbi. But, on the Jewish Sabbath, the Rabbi would remove the parchment from the Golem's mouth, and the creature would become a harmless statue, while the Rabbi went to his temple and worshipped God. But one day, the Rabbi forgot to remove the parchment, and went to the temple, leaving the Golem unattended. This proved to be a disaster. Without it's master around, the golem grew restless and went on a rampage. It ran through the streets of Prague, randomly destroying homes and attacking the Jewish people. Rabbi managed to reach into the Golem's mouth and remove the parchment. Rabbi Loew was promised that the violence against the Jews would stop if the Golem was destroyed. The Rabbi agreed. By removing the first letter from the word "emet", thus changing it to "met" (meaning "death"), life was taken out of the Golem. According to legend, the Golem was brought back to life by Rabbi Loew's son, and may still be protecting Prague today. Today you can see Golem's statues in different parts of Prague: The City Hall etc.
8. The Legend of Bruncvik
Neomenia was was worried about Bruncvik – she begged him not to leave Prague for his adventures to the unknown lands. But Bruncvik decided to leave and gave her his wife a ring to wear, and took hers, and promised he would return in 7 years' time. He told her that she would recognize him by her ring, and that if he didn't return in time it meant that he was dead, and that she should remarry.
Bruncvik set out on his adventures accompanied by 50 men on horseback. They travelled far and wide, soon they've reached the sea (supposedly Adriatic sea) and took to the sea in a large boat. After several uneventful months, a storm whipped up and bathed them in a yellow glow. It was the dreaded Amber Isle, which sucked sailors to its shores.
After two years on the island, all of the men and horses were dead except for Bruncvik and the oldest man of his former consort. The old man told Bruncvik how to get away, and Bruncvik promised to take care of the old man's family, should he ever return to Prague. A large carnivorous bird was just about to make his annual trip to the island (a chance to escape the uninhabited island)! The old man sewed Bruncvik into one of the horse skinsand left Bruncvik near the top of the Amber Mountain. The bird carried Bruncvik away to its nest, as food for its babies, and flew away.
Bruncvik drew his sword and made short work of the rest of his horse skins disguise and escaped.
He travelled far and soon arrived in a deep, wild forest, where he spotted a lion, fighting a nine-headed monster. Bruncvik battled with the lion gainst the monster for 2 days. After they've killed the monster, chopping off all its heads one by one, they both dropped down with exhaustion. The lion cared for Bruncvik and brought him food, and nursed him back to health. From that time on, the two were inseparable. During his long trip in one of the castles, Bruncvik found a magic sword that knew how to chop people's heads off all on its own – all Bruncvik had to do is say "Blade, heads off!" and off they rolled. Bruncvik and his lion had many adventures together in strange lands, inhabited by demons. Some of them were half grey and half white, some had a dog head instead of a human head, and their king had eyes in the back of his head as well as the front. But none of these heads stayed attached to their necks for long after Bruncvik's arrival there.
After 3 more years of long trips to weird lands, Bruncvik came home, he was surprised to see everyone celebrating the wedding of Neomenia (the Queen). It had, after all, been longer than 7 years. Bruncvik snuck his wife's ring – which he had worn all the time – into his wife's goblet of wine, and left the castle. When his wife drank her wine saw the ring, she recognized it immediately. She called the wedding off, thus sending her ex-bridegroom into a mad fury. He and 50 of his friends set off to track Bruncvik down and kill him. Soon, the 51 heads of all of his rivals were rolling on the ground, chopped off by that magic sword, and Bruncvik was in his beloved Neomenia's arms again.
Bruncvik never left home again, and his pet lion never left his side. When Bruncvik died at a ripe old age – leaving behind an heir, Ladislav, the lion died of a broken heart just days after, sitting at the side of Bruncvik's grave.
Bruncvik's lion is said to be the two-tailed lion in the Czech state symbol. As the Knights of Blanik are entrusted with the same task, many have drawn the conclusion that St Wenceslas – with Bruncvik's sword – will lead the Knights of Blanik when that dark hour comes. Today the sword's hiding place is inside the stones of the Charles Bridge next to the statue of Bruncvik that stands below the bridge (and the dragon that Bruncvik killed below the other bridge)– and one day, when the Czech lands are at their lowest point, at the very edge of ruin, St Wenceslas will rise from the dead, take Bruncvik's sword, and save the nation.


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Time for some comedy. Baggy Trousers was originally released on the 1980 album Absolutely and as a single. It is a list of Suggs' recollections of his time at school, it was written partly in response to Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall (Part II), which described school in terms that Suggs
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One Step Beyond was originally recorded by Prince Buster as the B-side to his 1964 single Al Capone. It is predominantly an instrumental track with the title shouted over the music at various points. This version was released as the 2nd single by Madness and as the title track of their debut album.
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When the cat's away ... his son will throw a MASSIVE house party -- at least that's what happened to Timothy Dalton -- and the whole backyard bash in Hollywood was shut down by cops.
Law enforcement sources tell us they were dispatched around 10:30 PM Saturday after neighbors complained about the massive group -- 300 strong -- waiting outside a party thrown by 17 year-old Alexander Dalton -- whose mom is no stranger to ragers ... Oksana Grigorieva.
Apparently a fight also broke out, so cops rushed over to break things up ... they even had a helicopter as back up.
Timothy wasn't home -- and officers made everyone leave in a hurry.
No arrests were made ... but you don't wanna piss off Bond, James Bond.