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CJS - Scholarships & Awards
CJS students in the Master of Arts and Doctoral programs are eligible for a range of generous financial aid packages, fellowships, and awards.
Friedman-Lowenthal Essay Prize
The Freidman-Lowenthal Essay Prize at the Richard S. Dinner Center for Jewish Studies has as its purpose the encouragement of writing and reflection in the field of Jewish studies. The gift for this prize, $1000 or part there-of, is granted by the Freidman-Lowenthal family. First and second prize may be awarded. Essays will be evaluated for academic excellence, writing style, persuasiveness, as well as originality of ideas.
Essays should be a minimum of ten pages and may not exceed twenty-five pages. Essays eligible for consideration for the prize must be written by CJS graduates or current CJS students. GTU member school students enrolled in a CJS course in the academic year of 2022-2023 are also eligible.
Essays for 2022-2023 must be submitted by Monday, December 19th to daranoff@gtu.edu.
Jewish Community Fellowship
The Jewish Community Fellowship is available to Jewish educators and community professionals through the Laszlo N. Tauber Family Foundation, providing full tuition for a single course in Jewish Studies at the GTU. Participants in the fellowship will become part of a cohort of students exploring the intersection of critical studies and Jewish communal endeavors. In addition to the course for credit, fellows participate in a two-day workshop on Jewish education led by senior faculty in the field.
Click here to learn more about the Jewish Community Fellowship and application info.
CJS Language-Study, Travel, and Research Grant
The CJS Language-Study, Travel, and Research Grant offers funding each year for intensive language-study and research.
Eligibility: To be eligible, students must be currently enrolled at the M.A. or Ph.D. level at the Center for Jewish Studies, Graduate Theological Union. Students in the M.A. program who have already received summer grants are not eligible. Doctoral students may apply for funding even if they have received funding in the past.
Criteria: Grants will help students pay expenses incurred in summer research. Such expenses include tuition for language or other study programs, travel to language programs or research sites, as well as accommodations.
Application: Students must submit a proposal, curriculum vitae, and proposed budget. The study proposal should explain the relationship between the proposed summer program and ongoing academic interests. Please include letters of acceptance, and other related material.
Students who receive summer grants are required to submit a report on completion of their summer program.
Applications for 2023 are due Wednesday April 5. Applications must be submitted electronically to both the CJS Email (cjs@gtu.edu) and to CJS Director Deena Aranoff (daranoff@gtu.edu).
CJS Tuition Fellowships
Each year, up to $1,500 is awarded to students and applied towards tuition costs for the Spring term.
Eligibility: Applicants must be enrolled in the GTU's Master of Arts program, with a concentration in Jewish Studies. Only CJS students who did not already receive the Jewish Community Fellowship are eligible. To receive the fellowship, students must be registered for at least 6 units in the Spring term.
Applications: To apply for the fellowship, please submit a 250-word essay in which you describe the focus of your graduate studies and how advanced Jewish study at the GTU serves your broader academic and/or personal aspirations. Applications for 2023 must be submitted by email to CJS Director Deena Aranoff (daranoff@gtu.edu) by Wednesday, January 18.
Additional GTU Scholarships & Fellowship Opportunities
Newhall Teaching and Research Fellowship. This program provides doctoral students with the opportunity to work with core faculty to develop and teach new courses and lead research.
Presidential Scholars Program. Provides doctoral students with full tuition and is merit-based.
The Taube Travel and Research Grant is designated for intensive study and research in the languages, history and culture of East European Jews, during the summer.
The ICP Jewish Studies Fellowship, made possible through the generous donation of The Taube Foundation, offers a scholarship that provides tuition support for courses in the Certificate in Interreligious Chaplaincy for students affiliated with the Center for Jewish Studies.
Madrasa-Midrasha Interreligious Research Grant, made possible through The Walter & Elise Haas Foundation, provides research grants for GTU students working on interreligious projects related to Judaism and/or Islam.


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I am having a Dashboard where there are 2 Sheets . Sheet -1 has some filters which when selected shows some changes in Sheet -2 , but in my Dashboard the Sheet -2 does not shows value every time . So i need to hide the sheet (Sheet-2) whenever there is no values to be shown.
Moreover , is there any option where only Sheet-1 will be show in Dashboard and whenever filters are selected from it Sheet -2 appears in dashboard.
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Speocirolana is a genus of crustacean in family Cirolanidae. They occur in Mexico from San Luis Potosi northwards and in southern Texas (United States). They are stygobionts. They measure  in total length.

Species
Speocirolana contains the following species:

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Cymothoida
Isopod genera
Freshwater crustaceans of North America
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Newcastle-upon-Tyne, England
Thursday, 12th May 1994 in a 5-0 win against Greece (F) (Aged: 31)
12/5/1994 in a 5-0 win against Greece (F)
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Saturday, 29th August 1987 as a sub in a 6-0 win at home to Portsmouth (Aged: 24)
88 League apps (+8 as sub), 5 goals
Saturday, 17th August 1991 in a 3-2 win at Sheffield Wednesday (Aged: 28)
142 League apps (+1 as sub), 13 goals
Saturday, 8th August 1998 in a 2-2 draw at home to West Bromwich Albion (Aged: 35)
28 League apps (+2 as sub)
Saturday, 18th February 1995 in a 2-0 win at home to West Ham United (Aged: 32)
Saturday, 21st November 1981 as a sub in a 2-1 defeat at home to Sunderland (Aged: 18)
(Dec 1980-Sep 1986)
95 League apps (13 as sub), 16 goals
Saturday, 13th September 1997 in a 1-0 defeat at Coventry City (Aged: 34)
Kevin RICHARDSON - Everton FC - League Appearances
Kevin Richardson joined Everton as an apprentice and signed professional forms in December 1980.
He played 139 games for the Toffees, winning league and FA Cup honours, before a £225,000
move to Watford in September 1986.
Kevin is pictured above during the 2-0 win against Southampton.
Everton: 1980-1981 Played 0 Scored 0 goals (Division 1)

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It's no secret that many project teams today are geographically dispersed, even inside relatively small companies. In our "flat" world, nearly everyone relies on distributed resources. Social research from as far back as 40 years ago demonstrates there is a positive correlation between physical proximity and the probability of communication. Individuals whose desks are more than 100 feet apart will likely only communicate with one another other electronically.
For teams who are spread across the country, across the globe, or even just across metropolitan areas, most collaboration takes place in email, instant messages, or in various online tools used to manage work and projects. The conversations over these channels lack the nuances of face-to-face communication (including facial expressions, stance, and tone), personal knowledge of the communicator, and a rapid real-time feedback loop. The resulting fragmentation can leave team members without a sense of cohesion, struggling to piece together the information they need to do their jobs.
By viewing collaboration software through a different lens, rather than as just a traditional business tool, managers can give their teams an opportunity for self-expression, spontaneous contribution, as well as a way to build credibility and rapport with their colleagues. Think of collaboration software as a multi-player business gaming environment, where the overall user experience makes "getting things done" more productive and more rewarding.
Here are four ways to use collaboration software to make your distributed team happier, more productive and more cohesive.
1. Don't buy "collaboration," buy "solutions" with collaboration features.
This sounds simple, but it's very important. Look for something that will get the job done in your business environment. Is your group a sales organization? Is the business driven by work tickets? Do you have a project-based organization? Do you have a strict development methodology to follow?
The mission of the business makes a difference, because every tool has it strengths and weaknesses and most are optimized toward different kinds of teams. Beware of tools that claim to work best for every business. For example, if you're in a large organization that just wants a corporate version of Facebook to stay connected in that "Facebook way," then you'll want something like Yammer's robust social commenting. If you have a sizable development organization you may want to consider a full-featured bug tracker like Jira. Support organizations that live and breathe tickets and email would be well advised to start the search with Zendesk. If the work is project-based, making scheduling and time-tracking essential, then LiquidPlanner is a good place to start. The one thing all of these tools have in common is that communication is in their DNA.
2. Does your collaboration solution create a virtual workspace?
Discussing and documenting the work you do for the group is one of the most important things collaboration tools do. Toolmakers are constantly trying to apply the best ideas in web design and social design to make their as apps easy to use and rewarding as possible. The goal is to replicate the feeling of an awesome meeting where work actually gets done, despite the limitations of time differences and physical proximity for distributed teams.
The need for openness and transparency is more pronounced when your team communicates primarily online. People should be recognized for thoughtful posts, messages, or content that makes it easier for others to move the ball forward. Does everyone know who to contact for the answers when they need to get work done? Managers should facilitate this type of resourcefulness from within the tools, the same way they would in a physical office by walking new employees around and introducing them to key team members.
3. How will team members interact within the workspace (and outside of it)?
In a balanced system, people will consume at least as much as they produce. Hopefully everyone will feel they get more than their fair share of rich content in return for things they put out to the group.
Structured or ad hoc : Does your work need structure or organization to it? Do you need projects, folders, tags or search or some other organizing principle? Think about what your workspace will look like at various scales of usage and plan accordingly. Nobody likes a messy shared living space.
Push or pull: Do you get notified of changes, or do you find yourself spending time going back to look and search for new and relevant stuff? Do you have sufficient control over how the system notifies you?
Keep vs. toss: Some social systems are more forgetful than others. In a private collaboration system hosted in the cloud there is really no practical need to toss nuggets of wisdom. This tribal knowledge certainly can be valuable to new team members joining the party. Some systems focus way more on organizing and preserving content than others.
Private vs. public: Who gets to see what? The "friend" model doesn't always work well in a corporate setting. Solutions take different approaches to sharing, with some offering the ability to extend access to customers and clients who are not part of the core collaboration team.
4. Is the trust and appreciation really there?
If your collaboration tool can't satisfy the question "What's in it for me?," then it's going to be a one-way ride to nowhere. It's important to understand the needs of the different constituencies that use collaboration tools. All the participants—from the executive to the front line contributor—must trust the system and believe in its intrinsic fairness and ability to help them do their jobs better. The best software designers understand this and are working to evolve their platforms with a balanced sense of collaboration in mind. If designers do their jobs right, collaboration software will feel natural and fun for every team member who's using it. This is especially critical when members of your team don't get the opportunity to make face-to-face connections every day.
Most managers will find that building and maintaining relationships between members of distributed teams continues to get easier, as online social networking becomes second nature to more and more team members. The challenge, really, is to provide a forum for conversation and information exchange that enhances productivity and accountability at the same time. You can increase your chances of success by consciously hiring people who see the value in these tools and are eager, not reticent, to jump in with both feet.
What are your best tips for using collaboration software?


The construction phase of the Watford City school complex. Photo: Watford City Real Estate Group.
Even with the price of oil hovering around its 52-week lows, development in the Watford City, ND micropolitan area continues unabated. The vast majority of oil and gas produced in North Dakota's Bakken Shale play is concentrated in four counties: Dunn, Mountrail, Williams and McKenzie counties. Seeking to maximize operational efficiency, the industry's regional offices are tending to aggregate in, and surrounding, Watford City in McKenzie County, where more than one-third of the most efficient rigs are operating.
Called "the city that reinvests in itself," Watford City has completed another massive construction season that boasts several high-profile projects, including a new high school, events center, medical complex, law enforcement center and a 9-hole addition to the municipal golf course.
Of the city's many civic projects under construction, perhaps none ranks higher in importance than the new K-12 Watford City Elementary and High School. Now entering its final stages of construction, the state-of-the-art design features glass curtain walls and hydronic heated sidewalks.
Although Fox Hills Village and Estates may be the most ideally placed of Watford City Real Estate Group's many development sites, it is by no means the only prime location.
Other multi-use developments like Stenehjem Commons are also now shovel-ready, with roadways, streetlights and infrastructure (sewer, water, and storm) now complete. Available sites are just steps from the intersection of Business Highway 85 and the new North Dakota Highway 23 Bypass, the second busiest intersection in North Dakota.
Watford City Real Estate Group is the leading real estate brokerage and advisory service in McKenzie County. With listings in lots & land, commercial property, residential homes and master-planned communities including Stenehjem Commons, it specializes in matching the right piece of ground with the right developer and or investor to produce a successful project. In addition to Stenehjem Commons, Watford City Real Estate Group represents Fox Hills Village and Estates, Johnson's Landing, South 40 and others.
In related news, Watford City barrels through downturn in oil economy.
Walmart?? We want a Target dang it!!
Boom n Bust reality, some dont get it until its too late!!
Yeah like rig managers working motors and drillers scrubbing the water tank. When your company goes from 38 rigs to 5 it really doesn't matter how much skill you have. I'm sure there is probably a few of the 400 thousand laid off that might have some skills. Idiotic comment.
They actually get rid of the highest paid around here. Doesn't matter who you are.
Well… I would consider these big projects as money already spent before the bust.


Attend our Museum Open House, 1 pm Saturday, October 22.
2006—the fledgling Lakewood Historical Society, founded by Cy Happy eight years earlier, leases a storefront in historic Lakewood Colonial Center, finally acquiring enough space to exhibit a few of the treasures donated by generous and historically-minded Lakes District residents.
Some of these are incorporated into our permanent exhibits—reproductions of an early schoolroom, a pioneer cabin, Lakewood's first post office, the 1930's newsroom of the Lakewood Log, etc.
Others have played a part in one or more of our featured exhibits—examinations of local history ranging from the rise and fall of local shopping centers...to the impact of the military presence in our community...to a look at the sports and leisure activities engaged in by visitors to what was once Pierce County's favorite vacation spot.
In short, it's been a busy 10 years at the Colonial Center for your Society. Please join us at the Museum, 6211 Mt. Tacoma Dr. SW in Lakewood, as we toast both the past and an ever more vital and relevant future!


Adorned with a luxurious double bed, and contemporary furniture, this comfortable room offers wonderful views of the chateau. The en-suite bathroom delivers everything you could possibly imagine, with its own vanity unit conveniently situated in the room.
The room has its own closet space, and fast wi-fi. Its vibrant decor is often favored by our younger couples.


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December 9, 2016, Rights Reading
Our weekly roundup of what we're reading: a few select articles from the front lines of human rights that we don't want you to miss. This week's Rights Readings highlights focus on our work supporting immigrant rights, specifically Central American migrants.
Hundreds of Central American moms and kids released from detention in Texas, Esther Yu Hsi Lee, Think Progress, December 6, 2016
Hundreds of families were released from family detention facilities last weekend. Though Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) claims the release was not part of any court ruling, the release of families comes after a judge's ruling that detention centers could not be licensed as child-care facilities. Advocacy groups are helping the approximately 470 mothers and children from Central America find temporary accommodation or get in touch with relatives.
The release of these families is a huge win for immigrant-rights groups. Many of them have come across the border fleeing extreme violence and seek asylum here in the United States. These families, including mothers with small children, are then locked up in detention centers with inadequate medical care, poor and restrictive conditions, and a "prison-like" environment. One of the family detention centers recently banned the use of crayons, a creative and healing outlet for children. Advocacy groups, including UUSC, are hopeful and continue to call on the Obama administration to end family detention altogether.
UUSC partner, RAICES, is currently looking for volunteers through the UU College of Social Justice. Learn more and apply here!
US Border Patrol uses desert as 'weapon' to kill thousands of migrants, report says, Rory Carroll, The Guardian, December 7, 2016
"The known disappearance of thousands of people in the remote wilderness of the US–Mexico border zone marks one of the great historical crimes of our day."
No More Deaths, a UUSC partner, and La Coalición de Derechos Humanos released part one of a report detailing how the "U.S. Border Patrol has engineered the death and disappearance of tens of thousands of undocumented immigrants by using the desert wilderness as a 'weapon'". The report, Disappeared: How Border-Enforcement Agencies Are Fueling a Missing-Persons Crisis, draws on over 500 missing persons cases and close to 60 border crossers. Since 1990, tens of thousands who have crossed the desert are still missing, including 1,200 in the last year.
In response to the report, U.S. Customs and Border Protection released a statement blaming the deaths on lying smugglers. The statement defended their actions and pointed to their past attempts to search for missing persons.
The next two reports from No More Deaths and Derechos Humanos will continue to show how the border patrol has aided in the death and disappearance of migrants in the desert through destruction of vital water and food supplies left by humanitarian agencies. Click here to read the full report or take action now to end the crisis of death and disappearance.


First, I'd like to thank you for the kind comments left to Mr. SP and to me over the past week. You never expect to suddenly lose a loved one. We are trying to watch out for his dad and make sure that he is ok by himself.
For the first time in 39 years, I won't be celebrating Thanksgiving at either my grandmother or my mother's home. My mom expected to be the hostess for Thanksgiving, but her oven had other plans. A part was ordered for the oven, it came and was installed, but the oven is still not behaving correctly. Mama is loading her car with all of the food that she's purchased and headed to my house to cook. It is going to be fun cooking together in my kitchen instead of hers. I feel so bad that she can't have the meal at her home, but at least we have a plan B.
I found out yesterday afternoon that we would be celebrating here, so the first thing that I did was make a centerpiece and set the table. For the centerpiece, I had to use what I had. There was no time for flower shopping! I used Snapdragon, Carnations, Verbena Bonaris, Rosemary, Boxwood, and dried Hydrangea. The container is one of my grandmother's pressed glass serving bowls. The doily underneath was hand made by a relative, but I'm not sure who did it. I would guess that it is from the 1920's or 30's.
I decided to use the silver that I inherited from my grandmother instead of my set. It actually belonged to the aunt that raised my grandmother and was a Christmas gift from my uncle. The card is still in the box! I also used a few pieces of engraved silver that belonged to Mr. SP's grandparents. Would you believe that this was in a fishing box? Mr. SP's grandfather had three silver plated forks and knives in his tackle box. He was prepared to eat while fishing! When I discovered these pieces, they were black with tarnish. I was amazed at the pretty detail when I polished them. Mr. SP and his dad will use the silverware from the tackle box and the rest of us will use my great-great aunt's silver.
This is the gift card from "Uncle Dodie" that is still in the silver box. Dodie is a shortened form of his last name which was German. It is interesting that he spelled Aunt Fannie's name as "Fannye".
There won't be many of us around the table today. We will always miss my dad, my brother, and now my mother in law. I am very thankful for the family that I do have and intend to really enjoy the day in their company. I am especially looking forward to having Mama here with me.
Happy Thanksgiving-sounds like everyone will have a wonderful time at your beautiful home.
How wonderful that you have your mom to cook with, even though things are a bit different today. I hope for you and your family that it is a wonderful day. Your table looks spectacular for pulling it together at the last minute! LOVE that arrangement you made!! happy Thanksgiving!
Your table is so pretty. Love your china and how special to have family heirlooms in use!
I have the same china pattern! I love it. Where did you get your background for your blog?


The High Rolls Mountain Park Post Office is located in the state of New Mexico within Otero County. This location serves 899 High Rolls Mountain Park residents with a median income of $31,736. It's estimated that approximately 1,435 packages pass through this post office each year.


My family was recently invited to try the new Sky Line Aerial Adventure Course at The Resort at Paws Up. Located outside of Missoula, Montana, Paws Up is a luxury working ranch resort set on 37,000 acres where ultimate luxury and outdoor adventure graciously collide. We are fortunate to live within 40-minutes of the resort and is our go-to place for an amazing 'staycation'.
Besides having the most luxurious accommodations you can imagine (seriously, the most comfortable beds EVER and Architectural Digest worthy decor), what is so impressive about Paws UP is the amazing array of activities offered to guests of all ages. The latest noteworthy activity to debut this summer is the Sky Line Aerial Adventure Course. This rope course nestled in the middle of the forest, is designed to propel guests to new heights and push boundaries both physically and mentally. The course features a series of platforms, towers and ropes with varying degrees of difficulty and heights (the tallest platform peaks out at 40 feet!). The course has been all the talk, and I have been dying to take a tour! When an offer was extended for my family to come out and give it a try with lunch at Trough afterwards, I couldn't answer YES fast enough!
Fortunately, we had amazing weather the day of our adventure. The day before was awful with high winds and scattered rain blanketing the whole area; conditions not conducive to teetering perilously 20-40 feet off the ground on ropes and cables. In fact, the course will shut down in inclimate weather. The night before I laid out comfortable, loose fitting clothing so we could just jump in the car after breakfast and make the beautiful drive to the resort. We were all bubbling with excitement but especially our kids, Isabelle (9 years) and Isaac (8 years). Spending a day on a rope adventure course was right up their ally and they were up for a challenge especially if that challenge involved the parents!
We were told to meet at the Wilderness Outpost for check-in. The all-new Wilderness Outpost is not only the hub of the activities center but is an impressive 11,000-square-foot rural boutique featuring the finest of retail goods (they carry Will Leather Goods!) and even local art. Oh my goodness, retail therapy at its finest!
Check-in was a breeze and we were immediately introduced to our guides, Ian and Brandon. Most activities are scattered about the resort and the Sky Line Adventure Course is no exception. We loaded up in a resort van and headed out for an 8-minute drive to the course. Once the course came into view, the excitement chatter definitely amped up! Looming through the forest we saw the most amazing display of cables and ropes connecting platforms and obstacles from tree to tree. Admittedly, I felt a little nervous flutter in my stomach. I do have to say, if you are terrified of heights, this might not be an activity for you; or go ahead and give your mental stamina the ultimate workout!
After piling out of the van, Ian and Brandon rounded us up to a little deck where gear was neatly organized. First round of business was a safety briefing. Next, we were given special equipment that would allow us to safely navigate the course. This included a helmet, harness and lanyards. The Sky Line Adventure Course uses 'smart belay technology' which is a system of interconnected carabiners that keeps you clicked in at all times. Good. I wasn't up for any form of 'free-falling' if you know what I mean. The click-system takes a bit getting used to so we were ushered to a practice course that was a respectable 12-inches off the ground. Once we felt comfortable and trusted the equipment, we set-off to play amongst the tree-tops.
The course does have physical limitations (the mental limitations are all yours…) that must be adhered to for safety reasons. The minimum height is 48″ and minimum weight is 60 lbs. The maximum weight is 265 lbs. My son is definitely on the the minimum side and I was nervous about him navigating the ropes by himself. Luckily, Ian volunteered to stay with him and once I felt confident about using the gear correctly myself, I had no problem taking over.
It might look easy but the Tight Rope will make you appreciate firm ground!
Once we got into the swing of things (literally), it was exciting to observe our varying degrees of nervousness and confidence. Isaac was totally up for the most difficult elements, while Isabelle struggled mentally but pushed herself to finish. Isaac truly embraced a leadership role as he continually offered loving encouragement and advice, especially to his sister when she was nearing a total mental breakdown on the middle of a cable 20-feet above the ground.
Paws Up really got it right with this course. It was so awesome to spend the day together outdoors as a family, challenge ourselves and each other, while surrounded by beautiful nature. We shared a lot of laughs and a few tears, but in the end bonded together as a team. We spent nearly 2-hours on the course and were not only exhausted but definitely famished at the end of our tour. We certainly welcomed the opportunity to have a delicious lunch at Trough, which serves up uniquely gourmet meals both buffet-style and made-to-order, with a western flair.
In September we are excited to return to Paws Up for the 2016 Canine Classic. The owners of Paws Up, Dave and Nadine Lipson, are extremely passionate about animals and are hosts for this popular fundraiser in which all proceeds benefit the Humane Society of Western Montana. The Lipson's give back generously to the local community and the Canine Classic certainly demonstrates that commitment! This is hands-down my favorite fundraiser and Paws Up offers special local rates so my family loves to make a weekend out it (and we can play on the rope course again!). Heck, we are even encouraged to bring our canine companions! Click here to read more about the 2016 Canine Classic.
Not just your ordinary walk through the trees!
It might look easy but the Tightrope will make you appreciate firm ground!
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My photo internship with The Dallas Morning News has come to an end. What began Oct. 1 as a three-month internship was extended until April 2, making it half a year. Assignments have taken me all around North Texas, from West Fort Worth to Commerce, and from Sherman down to Austin.
I'd like to share with you some of my photos, and some of what I have learned from my journey.
Not every photo has to be for the assignment. Several weeks ago I was covering a classical music concert at SMU. I was sent to shoot from the balcony, which was closed to the public. As the concert began, three people, whom I correctly assumed were students, joined me. I watched them and they seemed completely immersed in the music. My internal voice told me to photograph them. Then I had a feeling that the photo wouldn't be published because I was shooting for a review of the musical act, but I still had the desire to photograph them, so I did. It may not be one of my best photos, but it is one I am glad I made.
From left: SMU graduate students Rachid Bernal, Sasha Rasmussen and Elettra Pomponio, all pianists, watch Trio con Brio Copenhagen perform at Caruth Auditorium inside Southern Methodist University's Owen Arts Center in Dallas on Monday, Feb. 18, 2019. The three are working toward earning a performance diploma.
It is important to listen to those moments of inspiration, my internal voice telling me to photograph something, and I need to listen to myself and do it. Occasionally I have found myself making excuses: There isn't enough time; I'll pull over the next time. I find I always regret when I listen to my excuses and make a frame.
Photojournalism has opened a lot of doors for me. I have been blessed with experiencing things I most likely would never experience outside of this career.
I have covered a vast array of assignments, including sporting events, food reviews, concerts, weather, portraits and breaking news.
Roasted marrow bones at Local Yocal BBQ and Grill in McKinney on Thursday, November 29, 2018.
My first assignment with The Dallas Morning News was an opera conductor during a rehearsal. My experiences with opera were limited to one or two times with my grandpa when I was about 7 or 8 years old. While he was babysitting me, an opera that was filmed in either the '70s or early '80s was showing on the PBS channel. He watched it for about 15 or 20 minutes, then it was my bedtime.
Dallas Opera music director Emmanuel Villaume, shown from behind, conducts during a rehearsal of "Carmen" at the Karayanis Rehearsal Center in Dallas on Tuesday, Oct. 2, 2018.
Anyway, I am photographing the conductor when a woman begins to sing. Tears began welling up at the corner of my eyes. I had never heard anything so beautiful. She was a soprano, and I could feel her voice resonating through my body. It is an experience I will never forget.
Steer wrestler Hunter Cure tackles a steer during RFD-TV's The American rodeo at AT&T Stadium in Arlington on Sunday, March 3, 2019. Out of the eight wrestlers, only four advanced to the final round.
The Morning News provided me with many opportunities to shoot sports. I was blessed with photographing mainstream sports such as basketball and football, and nontraditional sports like rodeo. Something I learned about shooting sports is that a great sport photo doesn't always have to be peak action moment, but the moment with emotion.
Friar midfield Nevaeh Lopez (20) embraces Friar defense Catherine Cabra (3) after winning the TAPPS Division 1 state championship game between Bishop Lynch Friars and Houston Saint Agnes Tigers at the Waco ISD Stadium on Saturday, Feb. 23, 2019. The Friars beat the Tigers 1-0.
Lucas Lovejoy swimmer James Vaughn swims the boys 100 yard butterfly championship during the 2019 UIL Swimming and Diving State Meet 5A Finals at the University of Texas' Lee and Joe Jamail Texas Swimming Center in Austin on Saturday, Feb. 16, 2019. He came in fourth place with a time of 50.52 seconds.
I photographed a rodeo in early March. This was a target-rich environment loaded with action and emotion. After I had my expected shots, I wanted to find something that wasn't expected, but would still say "cowboy." I decided to use one of the spotlights used to light the winners during the award presentation to get a shot.
Rafe Nielsen, Browning's director of marketing and communications, during RFD-TV's The American rodeo at AT&T Stadium in Arlington on Sunday, March 3, 2019. He was part of the group who awarded the event winners their large checks.
With all the doors photojournalism opens for me, it also comes with great responsibility. As a photojournalist, I photograph and share people's lives. I am trusted to share the story of people accurately and fairly.
One assignment led me to a street in Oak Cliff. There was a house that was well lit, but a trash can had tipped over and its contents had blown across the yard. I decided not to shoot that house because I didn't want an unfair representation to represent that community.
The last six months flew by and I realize time moves fast, too fast sometimes. Thankfully, my camera allows me to freeze time and save those moments for a lifetime.
I hope you will keep following me on Instagram: @danielcardephoto, and my website: www.danielcarde.com.


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Four ships of the British Royal Navy have been named HMS Caesar, after the Roman general and dictator Julius Caesar.

 Caesar was ordered as a 74-gun third rate from Plymouth Dockyard in 1777, but construction was cancelled in 1783.
  was an 80-gun third rate launched in 1793, used as an army depot after 1814, and broken up 1821.
  was a 90-gun screw-propelled second rate launched in 1853 and sold in 1870.
  was a  launched in 1896 and sold 1921.
  was a  destroyer launched in 1944 and broken up in 1967.

See also
  - mercantile brig launched in 1802 that the French Navy purchased at Bordeaux in 1803. The Royal Navy captured her in July 1806 and took her into service, but she was wrecked in early 1807.
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Станислав Петров е католически мирски свещеник, учител, първият българин издигнат за духовник през XIX в. в Никополската епархия.

Биография
Иван Петров Джоджов е роден през 1859 г. в село Ореш, Свищовско. Учи първоначално в католическото училище и след това в духовната семинария в село Чопля (днес в границите на град Букурещ), в Румъния. Завършва семинарията през 1883 г. и на 2 юни 1884 г. е ръкоположен за свещеник от епископ Иполит Агосто в родното си село.

От 1885 г. до 1892 г. е секретар на епископа, ректор и преподавател в новооснованата семинари в Русе и директор на частното мъжко католическо училище към катедралата в Русе.

През 1892 г. той е поканен от Беленското общинско управление за главен учител в селото, където отново се очертава сериозно напрежение в католическата общност. Подкрепян от общинската управа, околийската администрация и очевидно от някои политически сили, новоназначеният учител прави всичко възможно да превърне напрежението за финансиране на католическата енория в открит конфликт.

През април 1892 г. част от католиците в Белене прогонват енорийския свещеник Онорат Карлесимо и помощника му Силвестър Лила. Окуражен от този акт, без разрешение от епископа Станислав Петров започва да извършва църковни служби в Белене и околните католически села. Отгласът от скандала в Белене и разколническата дейност на Станислав Петров достигат чак до Конгрегацията за пропаганда на вярата в Рим.

Нейният префект кардинал Симеони внимателно следи развитието на конфликта и още на 12 март 1892 г. изисква от епископ Иполит Агосто подробни обяснения и документирани опровержения на "опозоряващите слухове" за някои от католическите свещеници в епархията. От Рим разпореждат за възбуждане на наказателен духовен процес според каноните на Католическата църква срещу Станислав Петров и след запознаване с обвиненията потвърждават наложеното му наказание – суспендиране на свещеническите права и лишаване от право на църковни тайнства в продължение на 6 месеца.

По случайно стечение на обстоятелствата на 11 ноември 1893 г., точно в разгара на вълненията в Белене, умира епископ Иполит Агосто, който по това време пребивава в селото. Смъртта на епископа бележи кулминацията на размириците в Белене, след която градусът на напрежението постепенно започва да спада. Без достатъчно широка опора сред жителите на селото Станислав Петров е принуден да признае провинението си и да търси прошка от епархийската власт. На 29 август 1894 г. той подписва "покаяние", с което признава вината си. След прочитането на тази клетвена декларация по всички храмове в епархията Станислав Петров е реабилитиран и по-късно получава назначение за енорийски свещеник. През 1895 г. Станислав Петров е назначен за свещеник първо в енорията "Христос Спасител-Възнесение Господне" във Видин, а после в "Блажена Дева Мария на Броеницата" в Търново.

През 1902 г. той е преместен в енорията "Свети Архангел Михаил" в Трънчовица, където работи като енорийски свещеник до 1919 г. След това е назначен за енорийски свещеник в енорията във Велико Търново.

През 1930 г. получава апоплектичен удар и остатъка от живота си прекарва прикован на легло в родното си село Ореш, където умира на 15 март 1937 г.

Източници

Български католически духовници
Хора от област Велико Търново
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Hand Me Down Stories, by Kelly Thompson
She summoned spirits in her stories and called up worlds with just a song. Although we moved away from the farm when I was eight, and she's long passed now, I raise her up just like I did those first long nights of missing her as I lay homesick in my bed. It was Grandma who taught me how to conjure, her voice like a dove, the sudden clap of wings calling me to listen.
I think of sunflowers, and she is with me, apron tied high on her waist, hands busy snapping beans or pressing an empty baking powder can into dough to shape biscuits; there she is with a quick lick of her finger turning the page of a Bible, or fixing a hairpin come loose in her hair, lifting both hands briefly to pat the braids around her head tame. Invoked, her deft fingers start to move up and down the neck of a guitar, the thumb of her right hand hits the top string at the hollow, her palm slaps against the body to mark a beat. Ever ready to tell a story, she pauses, the guitar against her lap, to answer my entreaty.
"Tell about Great Uncle Riley, Grandma."
The story begins, she reckons, at Willigan's General Store. That's where the trouble first started. Down by Willigan's, there's a fork in the road that goes two ways, down two roads, neither of which goes anywhere much. To the right, just past the buttonball tree, the road leads to old Loddick's place, that'd be Grandma's Pa and Ma's; they lived down Decker School Road.
Down the other way, down past the old white oaks, there's nothing but Scotts living, all up and down the holler, she says.
Willigan's is set back from the road, and most afternoons more than one old coot sets on the porch, chewing tobacco, whittling away the day, stripping pieces of willow with a pocketknife to make a figure. Grandma doesn't have to describe how it goes: an old coot aims and spits into a tin can, sends a clean long squirt of brown spittle in an arc to hit dead center. It's a slow day goes by on that porch, an old fool, mark her words, might seem to be doing nothing, paying no mind to who comes and goes, what happens, but he hears every syllable, sees it all.
"In Kentucky, right Grandma?" I always interrupt her stories with my questions.
Course to Kentucky, child.
"And Dad lived there with you? In Kentucky, Grandma?"
We lived there fore your daddy was borned. I growed up there. Lost our farm, Pa and I did. You want to hear this story or not?
"Yes, Grandma, I do. I do. And I want to hear a song about it too."
Oh, there's a song or two about it alright. She chuckles.
Well, my brother Riley and a bunch of his boys were down there to Willigan's General Store one day, up to no good, I reckon, Grandma chuckles a little, shakes her head before going on.
"What happened, Grandma?"
It was over a woman they got into it, Riley and Aaron Scott.
"What woman? Was she pretty?"
Well, I reckon she was, Grandma says. But I don't know much about that except folks say Riley shot Scott in the back but it were self-defense. Scott come to kill him over some woman, far's I know, gun him down. He shot at Riley, hit him, aimed to kill him too.
But Riley had a pocketwatch in his breast pocket, and the bullet hit the pocketwatch. Now one of my brothers has that watch. She smiles. You can see right where the bullet hit. Saved his life. When old' yella belly Scott turned to run Riley got him in the back. Wearnt the way folks tell. Folks say it wrong and Riley went to prison over it.
Her mother, Martha, my Great Grandma Martha Decker, Grandma says, never gave up on getting him out of prison. She worked on her hands and knees cleaning other people's floors to raise money for an appeal. She went to see the Governor of Kentucky for a pardon.
Grandma playing guitar.
Like to broke my mother's heart, Grandma says. Broke her back over the years, too, trying to get him out.
"Did he ever get out of prison?"
Oh yes, he did finally. My mother never gave up on him. Grandma's fingers start wandering up and down the neck of the guitar and she begins to strum. Ooh-waoh, Ooh-waoh. She starts to croon.
I want to hear more about Riley, but Grandma's eyes stop me, the way they look off, down some dark Kentucky holler. So I hug my knees. Ooh-waoh her plaintive voice hums. Like a grey mourning dove, it settles down around my shoulders. I listen.
The story became a part of me in a way, like the fact that I have eyes that turn blue or green depending on what I wear. You could even say and not be too far off if you did, that there was a time that Riley Decker and I followed a common route, could say were headed for a similar outcome. I never hurt anyone and no one would say I was destined to be a murderer, but then I doubt anyone could say Riley was either. What Riley and I really had in common was burned into our DNA; you could call it fate. It was passed down, transgenerational trauma, along with the talent for playing music by ear, the storytelling, and a propensity for alcohol.
Decades later, a new version of the old story surfaces. A long lost cousin, great grandchild to Riley Decker, tells me where to find a transcription documenting his appeal, from prison, to the State of Kentucky. The court document tells a different tale and, as I read, that old gift to conjure Grandma gave me takes over, and I am there.
I conjure up Willigan's porch and imagine myself not too close, but near enough one of the old coots to see the figure he's whittling is a whistle. I remember one that Pa, my grandfather, made in the shape of a bird. I get quiet, lean back. The roughhewn wood scratches my shoulder blades through the cotton gingham dress I fancy a girl might wear back then. And then I hear the voices, regular like at first, just men being men, an occasional guffaw. Bring more whiskey, someone calls out to the store tender. I hear the sound of glasses clinking, chairs scraping against the floor; the men are playing cards, maybe poker. Come on deal, Riley! What are you waiting on? John Henry? The smell of smoke wafts out the door, rolling tobacco, raw and tinged with other Saturday night smells, the sweat of men after a long day's work, the tang of sassafras tea. The April scent of coffee tree leaves mingles with sweet betties, the allspice aroma of flowers a girl would pinch off and crush to pin on her dress in a hanky. The pale porch planks, worn smooth, are cool against my bare legs.
It's only as the afternoon wears on, dappling light blinking through the leaves of the ancient buttonball tree looming over Willigan's that the voices deepen, get rough, and loud, then louder. Rounds of whiskey are called for, bootleg–it's a dry county–and poured all around before glasses are abandoned; Riley tosses his head back and swigs straight from the bottle. Arguments erupt over hands dealt wrong, then settle down, only to erupt again. Aaron Scott drinks as fast as Riley; whiskey is exchanged in place of cash, sometimes tobacco. A winning hand or a losing one, there's reason to drink. In the midst of one or the other, John Riley's voice gets mean.
Bastard, he says to Jim Carroll who just raised him one, then spreads out his cards to show a full house and take the jackpot.
That's my friend you're talking at. Sound of a chair scrapes back as Aaron Scott gets to his feet, pulls a pocketknife.
Shoot. Ever one knows that boy's mama, Riley chortles. Can't say we ever met his pa though have we?
Scott lunges for him, and Riley jumps up just as fast. Pulls a hunting knife from out under his pantleg and out of his boot. Jim Carroll and the others break them up, get them to set. Come on. Someone urges. Deal another hand. You boys settle down. Riley what's got into you?
I was only jesting. Riley smiles at Scott and slips the Bowie knife back inside its holster, down his boot. He's an imposing man, maybe the tallest in the entire county of Grayson, a bit stringy, long boned, has a rangy look, and handsome.
That ain't funny. Scott puts the pocketknife down for the moment.
Eventually old Willigan himself chases the group of men–young, in their twenties mostly, some into their thirties–out of the store. Their heavy boots, the grime on their britches as they clump past me in my hiding spot makes the skin on my arms prickle. I finger the lumpy whistle the old coot gave me earlier as he headed out for supper, watch my ancestor as he falls down once and someone helps him up. He and Aaron Scott are still arguing, but they're sharing a bottle. Scott takes a swig, wipes his mouth, and swings at Riley, who staggers off.
You fellows stay here twenty-five minutes until I get back with my gun, Riley says. The boys laugh. We won't stay up for you, Riley, someone tells him.
A music jam starts up not too far off down the holler, fiddles start to talk, a harmonica joins in. A banjo twangs. The air changes slightly, feels electric and someone notes, Might rain yet.
Riley jams his hat further down on his head, sets out for the nearby Carroll place and then over to Jack Downs, but he can't procure a gun from either. The Carrolls know better than to give a gun to a man full of whiskey, even if he is their cousin. Riley might be the tallest man in Grayson County, but Jack Downs is big and hefty; he's no fool. Finally, some reckon, Tol Willis gives him an unloaded double-barreled shotgun just to shut him up. Riley heads back to Willigan's, and the boys are hanging around the porch, hunkered down under the buttonball tree. He leaves the shotgun in the store and takes off again.
If there are any of you sons of bitches here when I come back, you will die before sundown, Riley says.
This time when he comes back, his half-brother Lonnie Decker and Riley's son Dewey are with him and there's a pistol, in clear sight, stuck in his belt.
But Aaron Scott's two sons have also arrived at Willigan's, and it's clear the matter is not yet over. The men are gathering in two separate clumps.
Let's settle this thing, Scott. Riley tells Aaron. My boys and me agin yourn'.
We don't want no fight around here, Riley, Aaron Scott says.
Riley is on the porch by now and near the store door. Without warning, he steps near the door and turns, shoots at Aaron Scott, who, according to testimony, is standing with his back to Riley.
As Aaron Scott falls, one of his sons fires five rounds at Riley. One bullet hits him in the breast and, just like Grandma said, is deflected by his pocketwatch. Two other shots hit him in the leg. Riley curses, leans over to grab his leg. I'm shot, Dewey.
Hold off. Lonnie Decker's voice is hoarse. Scott's boys are going crazy.
Dewey helps Riley to their wagon, hands him a bottle. Riley holds it up to his mouth and tips it back. He drinks, then slumps, all six foot five of him heavy and dead weight, bleeding into the back of the wagon.
Later, his brother and son recount what happened. They say one of the Scott boys took the first shot. The Scotts and other witnesses tell another version, how Riley, unprovoked, shot Scott in the back. The court finds him guilty of manslaughter, and he is sentenced to fifteen years in prison. His appeal, financed on his mother, Great Grandma's hands and knees, is granted, but the conviction is upheld.
Uncle Riley (left) with inmate.
And so the road, as other family pathways I've followed back through time, led me, one more time, back to alcohol. I was not surprised to learn that whiskey had a role in Riley's murder of a man, that, drunk and out of his mind on bootleg, Riley got a gun with which he proceeded to shoot a man in the back. I was not surprised, as bits and pieces trickled in from various family members, to learn my Great Grandma Martha Decker's role in trying to save her son Riley, who, to her mind, was possessed by alcohol–a demon. Great Grandma Martha Decker, it turned out, not only slaved to get him out of prison. She tried everything to free him from the demon.
It happened at least once, maybe more. One night, when Riley stumbled in from another debauch with whiskey, drunk and passing out, Great Grandma managed to get him–maybe with some help from his brothers–onto the bed on his stomach, where, there in the dim light of the moon and full of the stealth only a desperate mother can summon, she tied his hands and legs to the four posts of the bed with baler twine.
"I'll get those devils out of you yet," she raged. A cousin says she "like to beat him to death."
In those days, alcoholics were considered possessed by demons, my cousin said. Great Grandma Martha tried everything to free her boy from the evil spirits. She "beat the daylights out of him," as she might have said, trying to get Satan to let him go.
Great Grandma used a razor strap of Loddick's, and in her fear and pain, her bewilderment before this son whom alcohol had stolen, she brought the strap down upon him until she had exhausted herself, then crumpled into a heap beside the bed, her breath ragged, the boy-man dead to her pleas, and the devil himself might have given in if he could have.
I picture Riley, long-legged and strong, waking up on the floor the next day, puzzled by the twine circling his wrist and ankles. Hungover, with no memory of the beating, bruised and hurting. What he needs is a little hair of the dog that bit him, and he rummages in the kitchen until he finds something, maybe some of Great Grandma's own medicine she sips from time to time when she feels a touch of the gout.
Great Grandma Martha Decker had a hard life. Growing up, I had heard reference to Riley Decker's half-brothers Lonnie and Cheerful by name, but no one had ever explained the connection, that they were my Great Grandfather Loddick's boys with another woman. It was only upon meeting cousins twice removed, years past my growing, that I heard what happened and pictured it, how it might have been.
Cheerful and Lonnie's mother, Nancy, set on the front porch. As Cheerful might recall, she was eating a plum, ripe, right purple. The fruit squirted when she bit. She made sucking sounds to catch the juice in her mouth. But Lonnie's memory was probably different. He thought it was a tomato, fresh from the vine at the back of the house, warm from the sun. He picked it for her, carried it in his hand. He, too, remembers the way her mouth relished the juicy fruit.
It is likely neither of them remember any blood, just the man walking up the yard, then a popping sound as he held the gun to her head. How she slumped over before she fell sideways, off the porch. Cheerful carries with him a memory of her like that. After she fell, how she laid there whitely, her skin pale and the buttons of her violet gingham shirtdress open at the neck.
At some point not too long after, another man walked up the yard, knocked on the front door. The two boys recognized him as Loddick Decker, my great-grandfather, my Great Grandma Martha Decker's husband and my Grandma's father. He was at least six foot four, a frame his body hung on like a Sunday suit. His eyes were a blue, light and deep at the same time, and the boys knew to go with him when the woman, some kin of their mother's, handed Cheerful a paper sack.
"Them's your clothes," she said. "Now go on."
The boys started after the big man, hesitated behind him. They looked back.
"Go on," she said.
Loddick had the horse and wagon they took to town. He got up front to drive the horses, and the boys jumped in the back. Eleven and thirteen they were; skinny, scrawny boys. Eyes like cornflower.
When they got to the Decker place, Loddick took them out to the barn, handed them shovels, a pitchfork.
"Clean up," he said.
When he left, Cheerful reached out using his fist and knocked Lonnie hard, on the head.
"Bastard," he said. "Start shoveling."
Lonnie took hold of the shovel between his right and left hands and went to work. He turned his back to his brother just in time to hide the water in his eyes before he lowered the blade beneath a pile of cow manure.
Loddick and Grandma.
Martha waited in the kitchen, at the table, with a cup. She'd seen him pull up, saw the two boys get out of the wagon, watched them go to the barn.
He had to duck his head to go through the side door that went straight in to the kitchen. He stood just inside it, hung his hat on one of a line of hooks, run a hand over his thick hair.
Her hazel eyes hard but steady. Some said Martha had the gift of sight, and it made even Loddick skittish. Her eyes ranged up and down his long figure, his head close up to the ceiling.
"Them your boys, Lod?" my great-grandmother asked.
"They are, Martha, and I brung them here for you to raise them," he said.
Martha's eyes bore down his and held. He wasn't a man to countenance question, but on this one, she had a right.
"She's dead," he said, as if in answer.
"I knew that," Martha said.
It was a long minute, as if she had a say, before she nodded.
Loddick picked up his hat and bent down to let himself back out the side door. Once out, he set the hat back on his dark head.
My grandmother Ollie was most likely around back, in the garden. She was holding a round pan, into which she dropped beans as she picked them. She never remembers how she knew those boys in the barn were her brothers by another woman, not her mother. But she knew. She began to hum as she picked more beans.
I'd grown up knowing these voices–oh, how it soothed me to hear the Kentucky lilt in my Grandma's voice, and the music, how it touched some place deep inside, like rushing water in a mountain creek, and the pioneer stories and the ballads, how they rang true. But certain details, like the role whiskey played, were left out of the versions I heard. The unspoken darkness was left unnamed and, unclaimed, it found a home in me. Shadows curled around the edges, whispered to my heart. I heard its chorus in between the lines, but no words came. If they had, they might've been these alone: come home.
I heard our silent story told in sheets of sadness that fell like rain, in pauses between sentences, in notes strummed on a guitar, in the movement of a bow across a violin, in between the breaths of a harmonica's wail. I heard it in the fingers moving up and down the piano keys, from slow to fast tempo, how it grew from a whisper to a crescendo. My ancestry was a book my body read even though the words were not said.
I saw it weaving through the braids in my grandmother's hair, as she used to plait it, making a part in the middle of her head, her waist length grey hair divided onto her right and left shoulders; her fingers as she took first one side, divided it into three strands, nimbly wove them together, then did the same to the other, saw it in how she took both silver braids, wound them up around and pinned them, hairpins in her teeth, against her lovely head. I would feel those fingers, and that story, move through my own long hair, as she turned to do the same for me, feel the way her fingers entwined my hair into two long braids she left to hang, dishwater blond strands of DNA, like ladders, on both sides of my head.
My upbringing sheltered me from the wildness I must have come from. One year, as I neared the age of thirty, headed toward my own bottom around using drugs and drinking, my father cleared his throat to tell me something. His words were like an afterthought and, it seemed, apologetic.
You know your grandma's people were wild, he said. We were traveling that day, as a family, headed toward my brother's wedding in Minnesota. There was a caravan of cars, all my siblings in one or the other, nephews, nieces, my own children. We drove night and day through five states to reach my brother, meet his bride. I was behind the wheel, giving my father a break from driving, letting him rest a spell. I glanced at him in the passenger seat beside me. I wondered what he was trying to say. He searched for words. I waited, curious.
After a long pause, he turned and eyed me as he said, "It runs in our blood. The wildness."
Then he pulled his hat down over his eyes and settled back in the seat, went back to dozing.
In the back seat, my two daughters chattered away. I heard my mother chuckling at something they said. Outside the car windows, trees thick with foliage sped by. I focused on the road before me.
Is that all, I thought, and isn't it a bit late to tell me?
KELLY THOMPSON is a member of Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver, Colorado. She has writing published or forthcoming in Oh Comely, The Rumpus, Manifest Station, Witch Craft, The Writing Disorder, and 49 Writers. "Hand Me Down Stories," is from her memoir in progress, Oh Darling Girl, which explores a transgenerational legacy of addiction, violence, and shame. Sunflowers grew in Kelly's grandmother's garden and became a powerful symbol of the love and strength that paralleled that legacy. @stareenite
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Those contracts are regulated by the Labour Code. When you sign one of them you are entitled to paid holidays, maternity and childcare leave, severance pay in the event of collective redundancies and the dole lasting 6 months after leaving your work. Additionally, if you are planning to take a mortgage you would be considered a person with a stable income. However, for employers, this is the most expensive contract so it is not so easy to get it.
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Contents 2019
It's that time again, as our correspondents report back from far-flung corners of the globe on the exceptional experiences they've discovered for this year's Escapist. As our new edition gathers speed and climbs into the great blue yonder, editor in chief Tyler Brûlé delivers his verdict on the essence of travel and hospitality. This is your captain speaking...
Prepare for departure
A Moroccan cop, a Florentine city father and a Greek-Cypriot chanteuse are just a sample of the fascinating folk you'll encounter as you journey through this latest issue.
Plenty to write home about
Eight globetrotting correspondents muse on developments in both the journey and the destination, be it a Californian cruise, a North Atlantic catch or a controversy at 35,000ft.
The shore thing
Summer by the sea demands a particular kind of playlist. We ask three sunkissed selectors to pick their hottest tunes.
How to enjoy the journey
We've gathered insights from the designers, singers, artists, writers and entrepreneurs who travel across the globe year-round.
Travel Top 50
The best of the best at putting joy into journeys.
The Yucatán capital is having a moment in the sun as a new wave of artists, architects and restaurateurs put down roots.
Siargao, The Philippines
This tiny Philippine island is determined to build its tourism industry in a different way to its bigger and busier neighbours.
The Drive, Morocco
Morocco can be vivid and unpredictable – we crisscross this dreamy landscape to uncover some of its mysteries.
Yamba & Angourie, Australia
A blossoming food scene and laidback lifestyle are attracting new faces to formerly seasonal coastal town Yamba, and its surf-paradise neighbour Angourie.
Tucson, USA
In the Arizona desert, Tucson has an arid climate but a bountiful creative scene – and both are drawing in eager visitors.
Athens Greece
Vouliagmeni is Athen's wealthiest neighbourhood, where old-school rules. And now it has a revived hotel that's set to pull in a jet-ski set.
Best foot forward
This year our Big Interview Series taps into the experience of the men and women guiding the travel industry to new horizons.
With their start-up thrills leavened by experience, four of our favourite new(ish) businesses tell us what they've learned in the past 12 months.
Go ahead, make my holiday
Monocle meets eight brand owners and bosses who keep you cool, moisturised and comfortable on your global travels.
Perfect pick me up
You stumble off a long-haul flight and there in the arrivals hall is a suited driver waiting for you. It's a sign that all will be well today.
Ahead of the pack
Whether you're making for the shore, the slopes or the city, these four dedicated travel shops have enough covetable stock to really stretch your baggage allowance.
What a carry-on
Long beholden to industry giants, the luggage sector is now packed with fresh faces poised for market domination. We hear the case for start-ups and meet some of the major players.
How to shop on the fly
We set our editors a task: to prove that they could do all their gift shopping at the airport. Did they wing it?
We unpack the secrets of the perfect stay, including a Cape Town gem, a surf-tossed Portuguese retreat and a hotel from a famous Japanese brand. First we get a warm welcome in LA.
Slice of the action
Great atmosphere, enchanting environment and – most importantly – delightful dishes. These openings from around the world have all three.
An inside job
As hotels adapt to changing tastes, their interior designers are innovating. We meet three young firms equal to the task.
Time for a fresh look
Meet the young fashion designers of Biarritz who are determined that their town should trade on more than a storied reputation.
Best-in-collection swimwear, accessories and relaxed seaside attire of brilliant colour and cut.
Digital escapes
New generation / biarritz
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Chloé Chabaud darts around the showroom of No Stress, a fashion agency on the outskirts of Biarritz that's run by her father, Christophe Chabaud. Fresh-faced and smiley, the 27-year-old is wearing a bright-yellow French worker's jacket from Graine, the womenswear brand she launched earlier this year. It was conceived while Chloé was taming an unruly vegetable patch near her apartment in Bordeaux. "I didn't want to have to change clothes as I transitioned between the city and the garden," she says, flicking through her debut lookbook of ecru-red jackets, crisp shirts, playful T-shirts and salopettes. She proudly hands over her business card. "You can plant it. This one is filled with camomile seeds and the labels are studded with tomato seeds."
When Chloé announced that she wanted to launch her own brand she had little trouble convincing her dad, who is an industry veteran: as well as running No Stress he is the co-founder of Biarritz menswear brand Bask in the Sun. "One morning she said, 'I need to speak with you,'" says Christophe, chuckling. "I thought, 'Is it a wedding? A baby?' Instead she said, 'Dad, I want to create a brand.' A brand? That's all? No problem."
The southwest corner of France is ideal for a clothing start-up. As well as a wild landscape to inspire and a rich industrial history to explore, it is well positioned geographically: it's just over a four-hour train to Paris, a 30-minute drive to Spain and a seven-hour trip by car to the manufacturing haven of northern Portugal. Just over an hour's drive inland from Biarritz is Mauléon-Licharre, the 19th-century centre for French espadrille production, while a little further on is Oloron-Sainte-Marie, the capital of the "Basque beret" (the town houses the last of France's beret-making factories, Laulhère).
The vibe in the No Stress showroom, meanwhile, is decidedly relaxed. Up the wide wooden staircase is a well-used drum kit, and with Horace Andy playing in the background you'd be forgiven for thinking you'd stepped into a surf shack. But this is no surfers' hangout. Chloé is among a new generation of fashion entrepreneurs redefining what a clothing brand from this part of the world can look like. "Twenty-five years ago everyone living here worked in the big surf industry and everything was built around it – but they lost their way," says Christophe. "In Chloé and her friends I see that there is a new generation of surf – and these young people come with more creativity and more of an urban feeling. The new generation don't want to be wearing the same clothes their parents did."
For years this rugged coastal slice of France has housed the European HQs of brands such as Quiksilver, Billabong and Rip Curl. And it has long been the case that nearly every young person from the region with an interest in fashion has worked at one of these firms. But now the "big surf" era is dead in the water: breakneck expansion in the early 2000s, followed by a sharp decline in those brands' popularity, led to an industry crash. In its wake a group of desirable young brands is swelling. Many are run by former colleagues and long-time friends and those who gained experience at the surfwear behemoths are using that know-how to build businesses that are reflective of their individual tastes, rather than recalling long-haired Aussies in floral board shorts.
Atalaye swim shorts
Chloé Chabaud
Graine's debut collection
Parlementia windcheater
Marie Guyot
Parlementia matchboxes
Biarritz's regal architecture
Guéthary's distinctive architecture
Bask in The Sun knitwear
Emmanuel Mouazan
Parlementia garb
Hemen packaging
Plage du Port Vieux
Valérie Hernandez's showroom
"When we left Billabong we thought, 'Never again' – but we'd worked in the surf industry for 15 years so we knew how to set up a brand," says Marie Guyot, who in 2014 co-founded Biarritz underwear label Hemen with husband Emmanuel Mouazan and their friend Bixente Lasserre. Hemen's boxers, henleys and long johns take their cues from an old Basque tradition whereby shepherds' wives made hard-wearing clothes in order to protect their husbands from the elements.
Not long after launching Hemen, Guyot and Mouazan founded Atalaye, a collection of one-fit swim shorts that pay homage to Biarritz's resort lifestyle. Both brands are based on a one-product strategy – and it works. Atalaye has 35 retailers, including Mr Porter; Hemen has 40. "We want to be experts in what we do," says Guyot. "We also want to do fashion that lasts, particularly when there is so much savoir-faire in the area. Porto is a great place to do quality clothing and it's more convenient than Paris or Marseille." She and her husband spend two days in Porto every two months to keep an eye on production.
Other designers have kept production even more local. Valérie Hernandez was once a designer for Billabong, whose old HQ is a half-hour drive from Biarritz in Hossegor. She has a showroom nearby and it's here that we find her sifting through samples. After struggling to find French-made fabrics for her initial vision of summer kimonos, Hernandez met a wool manufacturer from Castres and decided that she would create something for cooler climes: woollen capes. Her brand, La Méricaine, was founded in 2014 and has since gone on to make variations on the Native American-inspired cape design, with a collection that now includes pieces such as heavy woollen coats and bespoke blankets.
As Hernandez moves around her small shared showroom, her gold bangles clatter as she talks animatedly about a woman in Saint-Étienne who makes waffle cotton; La Méricaine's first summer range, which will be made out of said material, is en route. For the designer, "The most important thing is to have a completely French product."
The jewel in this region is the fishing village of Guéthary: a 20-minute drive from Biarritz, it embodies the area's unique Néobasque architectural style. In recent years it has become en vogue; it has a small Japanese diaspora (which accounts for Yaoya, a trendy French-Japanese épicerie) and a well-heeled clientele who come from across France in search of sun.
In a cabin-like outpost overlooking the beach we meet Brice Montesuit, founder of Parlementia; his collection of T-shirts, sweatshirts and canvas bags bear 1970s-inspired graphics and illustrations. "When I started in 2009 I really wanted a streetwear brand, not a surfwear one," he says. Parlementia also encompasses a record company and online radio station.
In a village with about 1,500 permanent residents, you'd expect brand growth to be slow. However, Montesuit has capitalised on Guéthary's newfound cool and the seasonal influx of wealthy visitors from the suburbs of Paris, Lyon and Bordeaux. The French Basque country is far from the glitz and mega yachts of the Riviera but, says Montesuit, "In August we might do €10,000 in one day." He runs a careful retail operation. "I never do sales, I don't do traditional marketing, I don't want to be in shops in Paris. I want to keep the products more rare – if you want Parlementia go to our website, or come to my shop here." Montesuit's only plans for expansion are in relation to the recent purchase of an adjacent restaurant and general store, the idea being to create a kind of "Parlementia campus".
All the young brands we meet favour a selective strategy. Hernandez at La Méricaine once worked with a commercial agent who placed her products in more than 500 shops. "They put the brand everywhere. So I had to stop and do that part of it myself. Now the focus is on selective stores – like Merci in Paris – and ecommerce."
Brands also work together to capitalise on tourist footfall: in summer Hernandez and six other designers share a pop-up shop in Hossegor, where they trial new products. Hemen and Atalaye, meanwhile, are sold in two Biarritz shops (Deus ex Machina and Madames et Monsieurs) to take advantage of the August droves. Their founders are conscious of the need to minimise waste. "We propose our products all year round so people can order what they want when they need it", says Guyot. "We work on a flexible production schedule so we're not left with too much stock at the end of the season – that's nonsense."
After sipping jasmine tea with us at a downtown Biarritz café, Guyot walks us to the Old Harbour pier, reflecting on her town's glittering past. Biarritz was adored by Napoleon iii's wife Eugénie and its resort lifestyle boomed in the 1920s and 1930s, with visits from the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Jean Cocteau, Pablo Picasso and Coco Chanel (who opened one of her first shops here).
But when we reach the pier, where the Atlantic spray whips up around us, something is obscuring the view of the town that these luminaries enjoyed: the famous Hôtel du Palais, Eugénie's old summer pad, is clad in ugly scaffolding. Guyot sighs as she laments Biarritz's upheaval for the forthcoming G7. The arrival of Air Force One will have the whole town on lockdown – but Guyot says that the spotlight is nothing new. "From a technical point of view, Biarritz and Paris are linked so it's very easy to travel between the two. It's popular. Everyone knows about Biarritz – in the US, Germany, the UK, Australia. It's a great business card to have."
Stay: Beaumanoir: A neobaroque château that's surrounded by gardens and is a cosy retreat away from the ocean's spray.
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Eat: Le Corsaire: Fresh fish direct from Saint Jean de Luz, best enjoyed on the terrace that spills across the Old Harbour.
lecorsaire-biarritz.fr
Drink: Bar Du Marché: French brassiere that's always buzzing. Closed on Mondays but open for merriment until 01.30 the rest of the week.
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Shop: Deus Ex Machina: First appeared as a label and shop in Sydney in 2006; last year Biarritz became home to Deus's flagship French store. It's close to the beach and the ethos is as much about catching waves as it is about catching up over a flat white.
Shop: Parlementia: The flagship is a beacon on the Guéthary coastline crammed with Taschen books, quirky homeware, surf accessories and Parlementia's iconic sweatshirts, jackets and tees.
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Shop: Yaoya: The French-Japanese couple who own this multistore reflect their origins in Yaoya's selection of high-quality, sustainable products, including citrus honey from the Pyrénées and Japanese donabe (clay pots).
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Public Release: 21-Aug-2014
Marine protected areas might not be enough to help overfished reefs recover
Young corals, fish turned off by smell of damaged habitats
VIDEO: In this video, Professors Hay and Dixson talk about their research in Fiji and why marine protected areas might not be enough to help overfished areas recover. view more
Credit: Georgia Institute of Technology
Pacific corals and fish can both smell a bad neighborhood, and use that ability to avoid settling in damaged reefs.
Damaged coral reefs emit chemical cues that repulse young coral and fish, discouraging them from settling in the degraded habitat, according to new research. The study shows for the first time that coral larvae can smell the difference between healthy and damaged reefs when they decide where to settle.
Coral reefs are declining around the world. Overfishing is one cause of coral collapse, depleting the herbivorous fish that remove the seaweed that sprouts in damaged reefs. Once seaweed takes hold of a reef, a tipping point can occur where coral growth is choked and new corals rarely settle.
The new study shows how chemical signals from seaweed repel young coral from settling in a seaweed-dominated area. Young fish were also not attracted to the smell of water from damaged reefs. The findings suggest that designating overfished coral reefs as marine protected areas may not be enough to help these reefs recover because chemical signals continue to drive away new fish and coral long after overfishing has stopped.
"If you're setting up a marine protected area to seed recruitment into a degraded habitat, that recruitment may not happen if young fish and coral are not recognizing the degraded area as habitat," said Danielle Dixson, an assistant professor in the School of Biology at the Georgia Institute of Technology in Atlanta, and the study's first author.
The study was published August 22 in the journal Science. The research was sponsored by the National Science Foundation (NSF), the National Institutes of Health (NIH), and the Teasley Endowment to Georgia Tech.
The new study examined three marine areas in Fiji that had adjacent fished areas. The country has established no-fishing areas to protect its healthy habitats and also to allow damaged reefs to recover over time.
Juveniles of both corals and fishes were repelled by chemical cues from overfished, seaweed-dominated reefs but attracted to cues from coral-dominated areas where fishing is prohibited. Both coral and fish larvae preferred certain chemical cues from species of coral that are indicators of a healthy habitat, and they both avoided certain seaweeds that are indicators of a degraded habitat.
The study for the first time tested coral larvae in a method that has been used previously to test fish, and found that young coral have strong preferences for odors from healthy reefs.
"Not only are coral smelling good areas versus bad areas, but they're nuanced about it," said Mark Hay, a professor in the School of Biology at Georgia Tech and the study's senior author. "They're making careful decisions and can say, 'settle or don't settle.'"
The study showed that young fish have an overwhelming preference for water from healthy reefs. The researchers put water from healthy and degraded habitats into a flume that allowed fish to choose to swim in one stream of water or the other. The researchers tested the preferences of 20 fish each from 15 different species and found that regardless of species, family or trophic group, each of the 15 species showed up to an eight times greater preference for water from healthy areas.
The researchers then tested coral larvae from three different species and found that they preferred water from the healthy habitat five-to-one over water from the degraded habitat.
Chemical cues from corals also swayed the fishes' preferences, the study found. The researchers soaked different corals in water and studied the behavior of fish in that water, which had picked up chemical cues from the corals. Cues of the common coral Acropora nasuta enhanced attraction to water from the degraded habitat by up to three times more for all 15 fishes tested. A similar preference was found among coral larvae.
Acropora corals easily bleach, are strongly affected by algal competition, and are prone to other stresses. The data demonstrate that chemical cues from these corals are attractive to fish and corals because they are found primarily in healthy habitats. Chemical cues from hardy corals, which can grow even in overfished habitats, were less attractive to juvenile fishes or corals.
The researchers also soaked seaweed in water and tested fish and coral preferences in that water. Cues from the common seaweed Sargassum polycystum, which can bloom and take over a coral reef, reduced the attractiveness of water to fish by up to 86 percent compared to water without the seaweed chemical cues. Chemical cues from the seaweed decreased coral larval attraction by 81 percent.
"Corals avoided that smell more than even algae that's chemically toxic to coral but doesn't bloom," Dixson said.
Future work will involve removing plots of seaweed from damaged reefs and studying how that impacts reef recovery.
A minimum amount of intervention at the right time and the right place could jump start the recovery of overfished reefs, Hay said. That could bring fish back to the area so they settle and eat the seaweed around the corals. The corals would then get bigger because the seaweed is not overgrown. Bigger corals would then be more attractive to more fish.
"What this means is we probably need to manage these reefs in ways that help remove the most negative seaweeds and then help promote the most positive corals," Hay said.
This research is supported by the National Science Foundation (NSF), under award number OCE-0929119, and the National Institutes of Health, under award number U01-TW007401. Any conclusions or opinions are those of the authors and do not necessarily represent the official views of the sponsoring agency.
CITATION: Dixson et al., "Chemically mediated behavior of recruiting corals and fishes: A tipping point that may limit reef recovery." (August 2014, Science). http://dx.doi.org/10.1126/science.1255057
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From March 2018 to March 2019 there were 1030 DNA's. The estimated cost to the NHS for these DNA's was £47,380.
When patients do not arrive, (DNA), they miss an appointment
Most of our Patients know it can sometimes be difficult to get a routine appointment with a GP or Nurse. One thing that makes this more difficult is the problem of DNAs. Where Patients have been declined routine appointments because the consultations are fully booked, it is at best disappointing when one of those booked appointments does not turn up and has not contacted the Practice to cancel the appointment so that it can be released for others or telephones so late as to make it impossible to allocate to another Patient.
In 2018, there were 1257 such DNAs - with either GPs or Nurses and, in some cases, double appointments at specialist clinics. This is the equivalent of 7 full days of missed clinical appointments.
A DNA occurs when an appointment is not attended and the Patient has not contacted the Practice in advance to cancel it or where the cancellation is so late as to make it impossible to allocate that time to another Patient who needs treatment. The Practice will code this DNA and this will prompt a retrospective check on the number of DNAs recorded against that person.
Where this is the first occasion, a code added to patient's medical record. and a letter sent to the patient.
Where this is the second occasion, a further code will be added to the patient's notes. The Patient will be sent a formal warning letter that if a further appointment is DNA'd, they could be at risk of compromising their relationship with the Practice and being removed from the practice. Warning letters are valid for 12 months.
Where a third DNA has occurred, the Practice will consider this a consistent failure of the patient to adhere to our Practice policy which constitutes a breakdown between the Patient and the GP and the patient will be removed from the list.
HOW TO AVOID BECOMING A DNA
If you cannot attend or no longer need an appointment, please ring us in advance.
Mistakes do happen and the Practice understands that appointments can be forgotten about or overlooked. In such cases, the Practice will take into account the reason given by Patients.
Preference, of course, is for the Practice to know in advance so we can offer the appointment(s) to other Patients in need.
RING THE SURGERY SHOULD YOU NEED TO CANCEL
What We As A Practice Are To Doing To Reduce DNAs
We are reminding the general public what our policy is and we feel that it is important to enforce it robustly.
It has been suggested and discussed with the Health & Social Care Board that the Practice puts in place a system to improve services for Patients. We are currently reviewing our emergency appointments and routine appointments availability. Here is what we will endeavour to do to help you not become a DNA:-
We will always print appointment details for Patients who make an appointment face to face at our reception desk. Our appointment slips contain our text telephone number should Patients need to cancel (even at short notice).
If you make an appointment over the telephone, we would suggest that Patients' record/document the date and time in a way that can be easily accessed – in a diary, on a calendar or for the more technically minded on a mobile phone. Our staff are trained to repeat all appointment details and clarify understanding with Patients at the time of making the appointment.
KEEP IT OR CANCEL IT!
SOMEONE ELSE NEEDS THE APPOINTMENT!
To help us improve the system and make available 1503 appointments this year for Patients to book routinely, please adhere to our Practice Policy.


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New Release: North Mississippi Allstars ft. Jason Isbell & Duane Betts – Mean Old World
Photo Credit: Wyatt McSpadden
North Mississippi Allstars are set to return with new album Up And Rolling on 4th October via New West Records. The 12-song set was produced by Luther and Cody Dickinson and recorded at The Zebra Ranch, their family studio established by their father, the legendary Jim Dickinson in Independence, MS. The album also features guest appearances from Mavis Staples, Jason Isbell, Cedric Burnside, Duane Betts, and Sharde Thomas.
The band have now shared new album track "Mean Old World" featuring Jason Isbell & Duane Betts.
About the song, Luther Dickinson says, "Our father recorded 'Mean Old World' with Duane Allman and Eric Clapton during the Layla sessions. Jason invited me to record an acoustic, slide guitar duo version. Cody came up with the new arrangement and wanted to record an electric version with Jason and Duane Betts, using 'Mean Old World' as a vehicle to lay down an epic statement about modern-day roots rock guitar."
Take a listen below…
North Mississippi Allstars have also confirmed their live return to the UK, with an headine show at London's Omeara on October 23rd.
A forgotten roll of film inspired a musical accompaniment, the North Mississippi Allstars' new record Up and Rolling. Shot before the turn of the century, the photographs resonate with the music of four families from the Mississippi hills. The music "is the sound of modern Mississippi," says Luther Dickinson.
In 1996, a photographer from Texas, Wyatt McSpadden, traveled to North Mississippi looking to photograph local musicians. Brothers Luther and Cody Dickinson had grown up just south of Memphis and cut their teeth playing experimental rock & roll together, as well as the roots repertoire pioneered by their father, Jim Dickinson, a legendary producer (Big Star, the Replacements) and session player (Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan). Their feet were firmly planted in the North Mississippi mud and music scene, and they were excited to show Wyatt around their community, to introduce him to the musical families of Otha Turner, RL Burnside and Junior Kimbrough. "Wyatt was so smooth nobody felt he was taking photos," Luther recalls. "No one was self-conscious or posing. Wyatt had a cloak of invisibility."
A month after McSpadden took those photos, the newly formed North Mississippi Allstars made their Memphis debut, incorporating their father's concept of roots music as a framework for improvisation and blending experimental/psychedelic excursions into Hill Country anthems. In just a few short years, their lives would then be forever changed with the release of their debut album Shake Hands with Shorty in 2000. They wouldn't see most of the photos for over two decades until McSpadden tracked the brothers down in 2017. Luther says, "The images stopped me in my tracks and blew my mind. The music that changed our lives was captured in these photographs. Cody and I wanted to set the music free and record an album to accompany these photographs illustrating what Mississippi music sounded like in 1996 – and what it sounds like now." Up and Rolling takes listeners on a tour of this vibrant and rural community: through the hills and along the back roads to Otha's home, to Junior Kimbrough's nightclub, and RL Burnside's house parties.
Along with their originals, they covered some of their favorite songs by these local heroes, with help from Cedric Burnside and Sharde Thomas, Otha Turner's granddaughter. "She was only a child when she became his apprentice and heir to the bamboo throne of fife and drum music," says Luther. "Now she's the Queen of the Hill Country and my favorite singing partner." In addition to duetting with him on RL Burnside's raunchy "Peaches," she also sings with Luther on Otha's "Call That Gone." Mavis Staples keeps NMA marching on the freedom highway, singing on her family's classic "What You Gonna Do?"
Luther hopes, "the boogie is rooted, but spreads evasively from the kudzu jungle grown-over Junior's concrete slab and Otha's porch boards through the Zebra Ranch's razor wire chain link fence. Transcending time and space, the music reaches out into the dark of night like the wisteria vine, looking for free-hearted souls to latch onto and wedge into the foundations of hate, slowly tearing down walls a generation at a time."
Tracklisting below…
Call That Gone
Up and Rolling
What You Gonna Do? (feat. Mavis Staples)
Drunk Outdoors
Mean Old World (feat. Jason Isbell and Duane Betts)
Out on the Road (feat. Cedric Burnside)
Lonesome in My Home
Bump that Mother
Take My Hand, Precious Lord (feat. Cedric Burnside)
Otha's Bye Bye Baby (feat. Otha Turner)
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Last week I made these for a church meeting. I thought these would be fresh and easy to make and something a little different for the group. Wouldn't you know I get to the meeting and put my shrimp wontons on the table and see across from me that someone else brought some kind of wonton cup appetizer? What are the odds?
The other lady and I just laughed after she told me she thought the same exact thing! Oh well! Hers had a different filling which were also very yummy. And by the end of the night every wonton cup of both kinds were completely eaten up!
Preheat oven to 350. Lightly spray mini muffin pan. Using pastry brush, brush one side of each wonton square with melted butter. Press each wonton, buttered side up, into muffin cup. Bake about 8 minutes or until edges turn light golden brown. Remove from oven to cooling rack.
Reserve 24 shrimp for garnish later and finely chop the rest, along with the green onion and carrot.
another chance to use my food processor!!
Combine cream cheese, garlic, and Worcestershire sauce. Blend well. Stir shrimp, green onion, carrot, and mozzarella cheese into cream cheese mixture. Fill each baked wonton cup with a scoop of the filling and top with reserved shrimp. Bake 5 minutes or until wontons are golden brown and filling is bubbly around edges.
Note: these make great appetizers alongside some Asian meatballs and sweet and sour sauce. These could also be nice served with a sweet spicy chile sauce!
Mary, thank you for your compliments! I so appreciate the feedback!
Paula, crab would be wonderful in this recipe! Let me know how it turns out!


Governor Cuomo is moving forward to permit fracking in New York!
Don't despair, now is the time to act.
Join us as we travel to Albany this Thursday, July 7th to attend an emergency press conference/rally and let the Governor in no uncertain terms that the water and the health of New Yorkers is NOT up for sale. The bus leaves at 7:30 am and costs $35 round trip. Sign up here.
Call Governor Cuomo today and tomorrow and tell him you want to ban fracking in New York State! Tell him you have serious concerns based on scientific fact that fracking cannot be done safely. We cannot let our state become another Pennsylvania!
(518) 474-8390 or (212) 681-4580 or send him an email here.