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A friend recently alerted me to a terrifying incident that took place in an urban area of Boston. Being a bus driver, he had heard many of the usual tall stories exchanged around his local depot - muggings, broken windows, the occasional couple attempting drunken sex; but some of the drivers had far more sinister and puzzling tales to tell. A few spoke of ghostly passengers who would pay their fare, take a seat on the upper deck, and then vanish without a trace.
Those latter stories were of a kind that my friend enjoyed hearing but never took seriously, considering them cheap entertainment shared amongst his co-workers, alleviating the tediousness of an empty depot at night. That was until a fellow driver told him about Ruby. When the story was relayed to me, I was so intrigued by the account that I took the time to contact all involved, piecing together what occurred as best I could.
Ruby was a pleasant woman, even though she had reason not to be. In her early forties, life was much harder than it should have been; each day a struggle. Mired in poverty since childhood, she was compelled to spend most of her time scrimping and saving via two endless jobs. She found neither well paid or enjoyable, but her current financial situation dictated the need. During the day, she worked as many hours as possible at a supermarket stocking shelves and bagging groceries at the checkout for customers. At night, she attended her second job as a cleaner at a factory that manufactured, of all things, cleaning products; the irony was not lost on her and neither was the tediousness of each scrub and polish.
At the end of every drawn-out, tiresome day, Ruby would return home at night via a long and vapid bus journey, with just enough time to kiss her 13-year-old daughter, Angela, on the head, whispering 'sweet dreams' to her as she slept, before herself turning in. This short, private moment of affection was what carried Ruby through her day. It was for her daughter that she struggled. Angela's father had abandoned her when she was just two years old, and with no other family to speak of - at least none who could be relied upon - Ruby was left to work her fingers to the bone each day, clothing and feeding her daughter while paying for a series of crippling medical bills brought about by her child's severe asthma. She, of course, did not grudge the situation, for her daughter's condition had improved markedly and that sentiment meant more to her than any amount of work or hardship ever could.
One night, Ruby was asked to work a few extra hours at the factory. While she was perpetually exhausted and yearned even for the most meagre of rests, she accepted the offer gratefully as more hours meant less debt; she simply could not afford to decline the opportunity. After the end of that shift, she stood at the nearest bus stop at around twenty to midnight, illuminated by an overhead street lamp in the darkness. There, she waited with heavy eyelids for the last bus of the night to arrive. Thankfully, the wait was not long and soon the elongated vehicle cumbersomely inched up the road towards her. On seeing the solitary figure of Ruby, the driver pulled in to the kerb before stopping. With a push of a button, the bus sneered, opening its hydraulic doors with a hiss and welcoming her into its embrace.
The driver, a balding and irritable man who appeared equally as tired as she did, grumbled for Ruby to pay her fare. This she did after rifling through her handbag for what seemed an age, finally producing the desired amount of loose change, much to the driver's annoyance. In a dazed lethargy, she wandered down the aisle, taking a seat next to a window at the back. As she prepared herself for the long, tedious route home, the vehicle shuddered back into life. The doors sealed shut before the bus pulled away from the pavement with all the enthusiasm of a drunk at last call. The wheels tumbled and stumbled with unsure progress on the last leg of their journey for the night.
The engine growled, the vibrations climbing up the metal frame, rattling the windows slightly and causing the seat, which Ruby now slumped in, to quiver in response. The vehicle had seen better days and was clearly reaching the end of its life; the grime on the windows and floor a congealed reminder of the countless thousands who had sat in each seat weary and thinking of home, along with discarded gum crushed into the bus floor by tired shoes and the murmured grievances of passengers vented daily - yet at night the enclosed frame of rusting and neglected metal seemed almost serene in its apparent emptiness.
With each turn of a corner the bus juddered from side to side. While the bright fluorescent lights, which beamed down from sterile fittings in the ceiling above, were enough to keep anyone awake, Ruby found that sleep still lay at the forefront of her mind. But for the driver, the vehicle lay empty - as best she could tell without climbing the coiled stairs to the obscured upper deck. As is quite common with exhausted commuters, Ruby lay her head against the vibrating window to her right hand side and persuaded herself that it would be fine to rest her eyes for a few minutes. Just enough time to find temporary relief from the tiredness that forever haunted her. As the bus turned yet another corner, the soothing, shaking movements rocked its lonely passenger, slowly, gently, and finally to sleep.
How long her eyes had been closed, Ruby did not know, but as her conscious mind came back sharply into focus from its slumber, the concern of having missed her stop presented itself. She detested leaving her daughter alone at home in the first place, never mind for any longer than was necessary. This worry, however, was soon replaced by something else. An uncomfortable sensation of personal boundaries and social conventions being broken; of the air displaced by the form of something close. For as Ruby's eyes adjusted to the jagged fluorescent lighting once more, and the bus itself shook and grunted along the darkened concrete below, she stared at her reflection in the window: A mirror image now altered from what it had been before. A chill crept up her spine as she viewed the appearance of her own overworked, sleep-deprived and worried features, alongside the strange impression of the person now sitting in the seat next to her.
As the city lights flashed by from outside, Ruby stared at the window momentarily. Then, nonchalantly, turned her head to look around, deliberately avoiding staring at the individual beside her, before returning to the cold reflections in the window. This only added to the sense of unease. Other than for herself, the driver, and the passenger, there was no one else present. This was not unusual. Public transport was never that busy at night except during the weekends - the city quite happily asleep or readying itself for bed - but what concerned Ruby was why someone would choose to sit next to a perfect stranger on an empty bus at night, especially when they were surrounded by vacant seats.
Not wishing to be rude, she continued to gaze at the reflection. The passenger's appearance captivated her attention being unusual somehow, the head bowed as if staring at the ground, and the features obscured by the hood of a dark green jacket. This also added to the peculiarity of the individual. It was a summer's night and yet they were clothed as if for winter.
For a little while, they sat in silence, but as the bus continued on its journey, Ruby felt increasingly agitated, partly by the proximity of her unwelcome companion but more-so by an unknown factor. She could not truly identify why she was so anxious, but a nervousness had begun to overcome her. The vocal silence, which was the only buffer between them, poked and prodded at that sense of discomfort, pulling away at it like a scab.
As seats rattled and the floor vibrated with each uneven depression of the road, Ruby peered out of the window once more, attempting to allay her unquestionable, yet unexplained, trepidation. The street they were currently on was familiar to her, and, with a welcome sigh, Ruby realised that she had not slept long enough to miss her stop. The sense of relief was enough to momentarily overcome her apprehension. While caught in that more positive frame of mind, she began to consider simply talking to her unexpected travelling companion to break the uncomfortable silence of one sitting so close.
Slowly, she turned to the passenger. Laying her eyes upon the figure, its appearance was far removed from the distance and unreality of their mirror image. Immediately, Ruby felt frightened, as if staring at someone who should not be. The dark green jacket was dirtied and scuffed in places, accompanied by a musty smell. A blackened material swam around the rim of the hood where once a lighter colour had lived. It occurred to Ruby that she had not seen anything like it for many years; made, as it was, from waxed canvas, a raincoat in style yet seemingly untouched by water for some time. The passenger's gender was a mystery also, as what could be made out of his or her features implied neither, yet both. With head still bowed staring down at the ground, the tip of a nose could be seen and the impression of a chin given, yet nothing more.
The silence became unbearable to Ruby, and with neither thought nor conviction, words simply jumped from her mouth. 'It's getting a little cold in here', she said - half statement, the rest a question. She was surprised that the words had leapt out, but the peculiarity of the situation urged her to break the ice; for conversation is the melody of the mundane and the safe.
Yet the passenger did not answer, remaining focused on the floor beneath their feet. The bus shuddered once more as it negotiated the city streets, which were almost completely devoid of life. A few minutes passed. Anxious at the lack of a reply, Ruby spoke once more, remarking that the driver had seemed a little grumpier than usual, concluding the observation with a nervous, gentle laugh. Yet again, the passenger said nothing.
Watching the world pass by outside, she decided that two attempts at conversation were quite enough. She would leave him or her alone and hope that the rest of the journey did not drag too much. Still, the desire to be far away from the strange person sitting beside her grew.
Then, a sound.
An unnerving noise, one which crawled under the skin; of nail upon wood. Turning slowly to face her unwelcome companion once more, she found the person staring down at the ground as they had always been. Yet the sound was coming from their seat. Scratching, tearing. The passenger's hands were now poking through the gap between his or her own legs, dragging unkempt nails up and down against the wooden underneath that supported the cushioned material on which they sat. And doing so in a horrible, stuttering, jagged motion.
The scratching sound pierced air and eardrums alike, increasing in volume until Ruby, tired and now irritable, could no longer endure it.
'Could you stop that please?', she asked.
Yet it continued.
'Please stop that!' Ruby demanded, this time in a forceful tone sharpened by exhaustion.
The passenger ceased and yet did not move or face her, not even to acknowledge her presence. Agitated yet relieved, in a sense, Ruby gazed out of the window once more, trying to extinguish the growing sense of annoyance that was now building inside. She took a deep breath and calmed herself with the knowledge that she would soon be home. Rummaging through her handbag, she found a half-eaten packet of mints and began to unravel them before popping one into her mouth. Looking up, what she now saw froze her to the core. The passenger's face peered out from behind her head; eyes deep and blackened; mouth deformed and skewed gaping wide; all captured hideously in the glass reflection.
Ruby screamed at the sight of it. Shock turned to fear and fear leapt to panic as she yelled and pleaded for the driver to help. The reflection leaned in as a rasp of cold breath climbed down the back of her neck, her body quivering in revulsion as the passenger placed a shrivelled hand on her shoulder; two of the fingers long since removed at the knuckle. The touch was cold, and it awoke a sense of fear Ruby had never known. Clawing for survival, she shrieked as the distorted hand pulled her close. With effort fuelled by terror, she tore away from the abhorrent grip then leapt into the seat in front, scrambling over the aisle and falling to the ground, bashing her cheek against the floor.
The bus rattled, hissed, and groaned as the passenger rose slowly to its feet, head now bowed, shrouded by the dark-green and tattered hood.
'Someone help, please! Help me!', Ruby screamed, pulling herself along the floor by her fingertips, her nails clawing away at the grime.
The passenger followed intently, stepping out into the aisle, proceeding slowly towards her. Scrambling and terrified, Ruby pulled herself to her feet, but as she did so the bus veered wildly and untamed across the road. She stumbled against the momentum, but the hooded figure remained rooted and firm. The engine now roared and growled as the bus tore down the wrong side of a main road then swerved around a corner onto a side street.
Yet the passenger stepped assuredly ever forward.
As the vehicle raged onward, Ruby screamed for the driver to stop, but then it occurred to her that the bus had long since left its planned route. It screeched across concrete before hurtling down a lane barely wide enough for a car. Then, just as suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes and the vehicle lurched to the side before coming to an abrupt halt. Thrown by the force, Ruby grasped at a seat to brace her fall, twisting her wrist painfully through a safety-handle in the process.
The engine roar diminished to a weak whimper as the passenger stepped closer once more. Bruised and shaken, Ruby stumbled to the front of the bus, bashing her hands frantically against the closed sliding doors, desperate for escape. No matter how loud she yelled; no matter how many times she struck with the sides of her fists against the metal and glass, it would not yield. She was trapped. Turning to plead with the driver to open the door to his cabin and shield her from the monstrosity bearing down upon her, she saw that it was too late. There he lay, draped across the wheel unconscious or dead, his body entombed in the glass cubicle, the release button for the bus door goading her from the dashboard on the other side. Escape was inches away, yet denied by a panel of safety glass that she did not have the strength to break.
A hush then fell as the figure continued towards its prey.
'Please, leave me alone', Ruby begged, fighting back tears.
Yet the passenger did not answer. The head remained bowed as each footstep scuffed and scraped along the floor one after the other. Closer. Nearer.
'What do you want from me!?'
But again, no answer, for a thing that should not be, needs no justification. Tears flowed down Ruby's face as terror spread like a cancer, clouding her thoughts and stemming her actions. Yet the passenger drew closer still, unmoved by her pleas.
In a fit of utter desperation, Ruby turned to the driver once more.
'Wake up! Please. God-dammit, wake up!', she cried.
The driver remained motionless; however, the passenger did not. It was upon her, its icy breath infesting the air. It stood only inches away, the muddied green raincoat no doubt sheltering a grotesquely withered being inside. The figure raised its shrivelled, deformed, and incomplete hand above its head. Ruby cowered in reply, but as the thing came violently at her, a moment of utter instinct took over. She ducked out of the way at the very last second. Countless shards of glass rained over her as the passenger's half-fist impacted against the driver's cabin with brute force, shattering the protective shell.
Thrust by opportunity, Ruby poked her hand into the cabin and battered the release button next to the driver's head. The doors seethed open, and just as the passenger raised its hand once more, Ruby escaped into the night.
The police were called and quickly attended the scene only to find the driver covered in glass, dazed, but alive and well. He remembered very little of what had taken place, as the last thing he recalled was Ruby paying her fare before he then passed out. There was no memory of driving the bus on the final leg of its journey, nor did he possess any knowledge of the hooded passenger who had smashed the driver's cabin.
With no small amount of digging on my part, I was able to contact Ruby who, after a little persuasion, spoke to me in detail about that night. The entire ordeal had taken its toll on her, but she was not thankless for the experience. For despite not being on its route, the bus had mysteriously stopped outside her home. Stricken with terror, she had instinctively entered her tiny apartment and locked the door behind, but before phoning the police, she quickly called for an ambulance. Her daughter, Angela, had suffered a terrible asthma attack and lay moments from death on the floor. Thankfully, the paramedics arrived in time to save her.
The police found no evidence of the passenger; no CCTV footage or eye-witnesses. It was as if the hooded figure had never existed; all but for one chilling reminder that it had indeed been there. For at the seat where it had sat was a message, clawed into the wood underneath. Two words which simply read: 'Not Yet'.
In Ruby's mind, those words have haunted her more than any hooded figure ever could. For if 'Not Yet', when?
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Q: Laravel 5.2 how to run route on cron / php command line on linux? Despite going through documentation about commands (is that how you can run php on command line on laravel?) I just don't get it at all.
For example I can run php script on command line on linux:
php /path/to/my/phpfile.php

How on earth I can manage to do this on laravel? Let's say I have a route to
Route::get('/runthis', array('as' => 'runthis', 'uses' => 'Controller@runthis'));

How to run this on cron?

A: I would actually take a different approach to this personally. I would leverage the schedule method off of the Kernel and simply add * * * * * php /path/to/artisan schedule:run It may look something like this:
In:
App
    |- Console
        |- Kernel.php

The structure of this file would look something like this:
class Kernel extends ConsoleKernel {
    protected $commands = [

    ];

    /* ... */
    protected function schedule(Schedule $schedule){
        $schedule->call(function(){
            //call your logic here
        })->cron('* * * * *');
    }
}

Now just add the appropriate entry to your crontab and you're good to go.
Updated with Cron Information
cron tasks (AFAIK) don't support the seconds granularity. Instead, you would need to execute the cron task 30 times 2 seconds after the previous in order to achieve the "every 2 seconds" cron job. There's no other way that I know of to achieve this.
Here is a little diagram that I've found extremely useful in explaining what the asterisk mean:
 * * * * *  command to execute
 ┬ ┬ ┬ ┬ ┬
 │ │ │ │ │
 │ │ │ │ │
 │ │ │ │ └───── day of week (0 - 7) (0 to 6 are Sunday to Saturday, or use     names; 7 is Sunday, the same as 0)
 │ │ │ └────────── month (1 - 12)
 │ │ └─────────────── day of month (1 - 31)
 │ └──────────────────── hour (0 - 23)
 └───────────────────────── min (0 - 59)

And here's a list of your options you can use instead of cron as shortcuts:
->cron('* * * * * *');  Run the task on a custom Cron schedule
->everyMinute();    Run the task every minute
->everyFiveMinutes();   Run the task every five minutes
->everyTenMinutes();    Run the task every ten minutes
->everyThirtyMinutes(); Run the task every thirty minutes
->hourly(); Run the task every hour
->daily();  Run the task every day at midnight
->dailyAt('13:00'); Run the task every day at 13:00
->twiceDaily(1, 13);    Run the task daily at 1:00 & 13:00
->weekly(); Run the task every week
->monthly();    Run the task every month
->monthlyOn(4, '15:00');    Run the task every month on the 4th at 15:00
->quarterly();  Run the task every quarter
->yearly(); Run the task every year
->timezone('America/New_York'); Set the timezone

A: if you are scheduling with cron you can just use curl "url" to call the route

A: You wouldn't typically run a controller function in a cron. You'd put the runthis logic in an Artisan command, then schedule it to run with Laravel's scheduler.

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Only just noticed this, so if it has always been this way, then I apologise.
Recently I have been hovering over the title of a post to try and get a gist of what it is about, rather than opening the post.
When doing so, I was thinking 'well that is never going to work', however going into the post, the rest of the formula is actually there.
This thread is a good example.
So it seems the site is interpreting the  like the URL links?
I've seen that behavior. I think it's been that way for some time.
Another strange issue I've noticed over the past week or so but in this case not good. Sometimes when I try to reply to a post, the reply window won't allow me to type in it. I've experienced this on a desktop & a tablet using Chrome/Firefox & Edge.
When it happens I have to close & reopen the browser.
the reply window won't allow me to type in it.
I've had that happen a couple of times, but not often.


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Crippling blow to Vonage on hold
By Steve Johnson | Mercury News, Bay Area News Group
Already reeling from several recent setbacks, Internet phone pioneer Vonage could be headed for worse trouble following a federal judge's ruling Friday ordering it to stop signing up new customers.
U.S. District Judge Claude Hilton in Alexandria, Va., issued the order in light of a jury's determination last month that the Holmdel, N.J., company had infringed on three patents held by Verizon Communications of New York.
At Vonage's request, the U.S. Court of Appeals in Washington late Friday put the judge's order on temporary hold while Vonage appeals the decision. But if the appeal fails, the judge's ruling would "in effect slowly strangle Vonage," the company's lawyer, Roger Warin, warned.
Even though Vonage is growing fast – from about 1.3 million customers in 2005 to about 2.2 million today – it loses at least 2 percent of its customers every month to normal turnover, Warin said. Consequently, if Vonage can't replace them, Warin predicted, the company could suffer a net loss of 650,000 customers a year.
Some experts who track Internet phone companies agreed that Vonage could be in dire straits if it is prohibited from signing new customers.
"It's not very good for their bottom line," said Rich Tehrani, president of Technology Marketing, a Connecticut company that promotes Internet phone service. "If you're not able to get those customers back, it makes life difficult."
That assessment was shared by Rebecca Arbogast, an analyst with investment bank Stifel Nicolaus, who owns no stock in Vonage or Verizon.
"Today is a bad day for Vonage," she said shortly after the judge's decision. "And it's coming after a series of bad days. But it's not like every door is closed to them. They definitely have ample capital to keep on providing services," though she added it's unclear how long Vonage could operate without new customers.
Vonage had nearly $500 million in cash and short-term securities at the end of last year, according to the most recent financial statement it has filed with the Securities and Exchange Commission.
But the company lost $286 million in 2006, compared with a loss of $261 million in 2005. And despite its rapid growth, things have not gone well since it went public in May.
The company has faced increasing competition from cellular and cable companies in the Internet phone business, dubbed Voice over Internet Protocol, or VoIP.
Largely as a result of that, its shares – priced at $17 for its initial public offering – have lost about 80 percent of their value. The stock fell 25 cents to $3.37 a share at the close of trading Thursday, before markets closed for Good Friday.
And the jury's finding last month that Vonage copied Verizon technology – including voice-mail features and Verizon's method for letting Internet calls reach ordinary phone lines – could prove financially crippling.
Besides the judge's ruling that Vonage can't sign up new customers, the jury had ordered Vonage to pay Verizon $58 million plus royalties of 5.5 percent on any future revenue it earns from using Verizon's technology.
Even if the appellate court ultimately agrees that Vonage can't add new customers, company spokeswoman Brooke Schulz emphasized that it still was providing service to its existing customers.
John Thorne, Verizon's deputy general counsel, issued a statement praising Hilton's decision for protecting "Verizon's patented innovations while at the same time allowing Vonage to continue serving its existing customers."
Contact Steve Johnson at sjohnson@mercurynews.com or (408) 920-5043. Mercury News wire services contributed to this report.

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A phone with a sliding mechanism may sound novel in 2020, but it isn't exactly so. We have had a few such smartphones from years past. But Samsung is working on one that also has Surround Display.
This Samsung super phone has a Surround Display and a Sliding Mechanism
in this age of boring flat slabs, a phone with a sliding mechanism may sound novel, but it isn't exactly so. We have had quite a number of smartphones with sliding mechanism from years gone by – and I am not talking about sliding QWERTY keyboards.
One such early phone with a sliding mechanism was the Nokia N70. Released in 2005, the sliding mechanism worked to reveal and automatically launch the rear 2 megapixel camera. Don't scoff; 2 megapixels was the bomb back then, and the N70 was one of the best camera phones of its day.
Sliding the mechanism instantly got the camera ready to shoot photos or video.
Another oldie that had a slider mechanism was Nokia N95, released two years after the N70 – in 2007. Like the N70, it was the top camera phone of its time and both belong among Nokia's camera phone champs. But it was more than that: it was one of the best smartphones too.
There is a report that Samsung has filed for a patent for a smartphone that plays on that nostalgia, incorporating a sliding camera mechanism and surround display. Here is a sketch of the design allegedly from Samsung's filing documentation:
I have no idea of how the Galaxy Surround Display phone's camera works. Does using the slide mechanism also trigger and launch the camera? Does it have other uses? Time will tell. But when you slide out the mechanism, the camera of the phone is revealed – similar to what obtained on the Nokia N70. In normal usage, the camera is hidden away.
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What is Surround Display? In this case, it means that the device has a display on all sides – front, back, and edges. The first thing I am wondering is how anyone will be able to hold and use it without triggering all manner of unwanted presses and responses. But I imagine that sufficiently smart sensors and software can make it doable. It is always a question of how advanced the technology is.
According to the report, artifical intelligence (AI) is involved and determines which section of the display is active while the phone is in use.
A 100% glass surface display with curved edges all round and no bezels whatsoever is intriguing, you will agree. But that isn't all: the housing of the phone is also transparent. It apears that the idea of transparent phones is catching on these days. And we see it applied here in this patent filing.
With a 100% glass surface, everything is located under glass – under the display. That includes a fingerprint sensor, a front-facing camera, loudspeaker, the whole works. The power button is also built into the display. There is no SIM card slot. In its place, this smartphone uses an eSIM. That's a virtual SIM.
Now, to the elephant in the room: price. All that glass – glass on all sides and new implementations of everything else – will translate to a high production cost. If this patent ever makes it to the market, the device will cost an arm and a leg.
But innovation is always costly at the initial stages. We have already seen how costly foldable phones are. The prices will drop eventually as the the technologies involved go mainstream and economies of scale kick in. This is how it will be with an all-glass phone of this sort. Be ready to pay a premium price at first.
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Renders of Samsung's Surround Display Phone with Sliding Mechanism
Enjoy the renders of this Surround Display smartphone with a sliding mechanism below:
What do you think of the idea?
The above renders of Samsung's Surround Display smartphone were designed by Giuseppe Spinelli (Twitter handle: @Snoreyn).
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Yory Boy Campas, de son vrai nom Luis Ramón Campas, est un boxeur mexicain né le  à Navojoa.

Carrière
Passé professionnel en 1987, il devient champion du Mexique puis champion d'Amérique du Nord NABF des poids welters en 1991 et 1992. Battu une première fois en championnat du monde par Felix Trinidad en 1994, il relance sa carrière en s'emparant l'année suivante du titre NABO dans la catégorie super-welters puis en poids welters avant à nouveau d'échouer face au champion du monde WBO Jose Luis Lopez le .

Campas se tourne alors vers la ceinture IBF des super-welters détenue par Raúl Márquez. Sa troisième tentative est la bonne : il s'impose le  par arrêt de l'arbitre au . Le boxeur mexicain domine ensuite Anthony Stephens, Pedro Ortega et Larry Barnes mais cède finalement face à Fernando Vargas le . Malgré cette défaite, il continue à boxer et il remporte ainsi en 2012 son  professionnel.

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Boxeur mexicain
Champion du monde de boxe IBF
Naissance en août 1971
Champion du monde mexicain de boxe

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Monowai - A Steamship Of Many Faces
The best known of the steamships operating under the name Monowai was the second of two vessels for the Union Steamship Company of New Zealand from 1925 until it was scrapped in 1960. The vessels were named for an island off New Zealand.
She served the British Admiralty as a troop carrier during the war.
The first Monowai, also a Union vessel, was commissioned for the Trans-Pacific service to North America in 1890. It lies scuttled as a breakwater at Gisborne after it was retired in 1926. She was a single stacker with two masts and designed for both passenger and freight service.
The company's final Monowai was originally launched under the name Razmak for the Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company. She was designed for service in Indian waters and began running regular trips between Bombay and Aden, Yemen, on the Persian Gulf.
The Razmak served on that route until 1930 when it was sold to the Union Steamship Co. and given her final name. That year the ship, with subsidies by the New Zealand government, was given a refit that included gun mounts in the event of future use by the New Zealand Navy. The ship's guns were not mounted but stored at the Devonport Naval base. The Monowai's passenger accommodation was changed for 483 third class passengers. The hull was painted Bronze Green and the superstructure was done in white. The funnels were painted red with black tops.
The Monowai was then put on the company's regular trans-Pacific run, between Wellington to Vancouver, to Tahiti, Honolulu and San Francisco. She was replaced on that run in 1932 by the Maunganui, and began shorter runs between Wellington and Sydney.
The ship survived its years on the seas, and the war, without sustaining severe damage. Among the worst things that happened to it was a severe gale that was encountered during a 1934 summer crossing from Sydney to Wellington. It was said to have been a force-eight Southeast gale, the worst storm known off the New South Wales coast in 20 years.
The Monowai battled that storm for 24 hours, taking heavy seas that smashed windows, saturated the cabins and other facilities in the superstructure and left things in a general shambles. Among the passengers for that voyage was Alexander Shaw, the new chairman of the steamship line.
On another occasion the Monowai was involved in a medical assist after receiving a radio message that a cadet aboard the Finnish sail training ship Favell was stricken with acute appendicitis. The Monowai altered course, met the Favell and took the cadet aboard through a gun-port door. She then steamed for Wellington where the cadet was treated at a local hospital. The skipper of the Monowai, Captain Arthur Davey, later was awarded the honor of Knight of the White Rose by the President of Finland for his services.
When war broke out in 1939, the ship was requisitioned by the Royal Navy and was refitted as an armed merchant cruiser at Devonport, Auckland. While she spent the war primarily working as a troop carrier, the HMNZS Monowai was armed with eight 6-inch guns, two 3-inch anti-aircraft guns and six 20 mm guns, plus some machine guns and depth charges. Her engineering officers were given commissioned rank and remained with her. In addition to carrying troops the cruiser was assigned to escort freighters, tankers and liners between Australia, New Zealand and Fiji during the war.
There was one attack by the Japanese submarine 120 in 1942. While under enemy gunfire, Monowai fired with her port side guns, her rounds just finding range as the submarine crash-dived. She then steamed at high speed to avoid possible torpedoes. Japanese records show that the sub fired four torpedoes, but they all missed.
In 1943, the Monowai was taken over by the British Ministry of War Transport and converted into an assault landing ship. Captain G. B. Morgan was given command. Another major overhaul and refitting included installation of defensive armaments and replacement of lifeboats with 20 assault boats capable of landing 800 troops. Thus she participated in the vast armada of ships that landed troops during the Normandy Invasion in June, 1944.
Of the 20 landing craft dispatched from Monowai that day, only six of them returned. The rest were destroyed in combat, mostly by mines during the landing.
The ship served briefly as a troop transport once more after the invasion, now making frequent crossings to France. It was estimated that she made 45 crossings and carried 73,000 troops into France.
The Monowai was being fitted to participate in another invasion, this time on Japan, but the Japanese surrendered before the invasion was carried out. She then was sent to Singapore as a "mercy ship." She returned home to England with 650 service personnel and 199 civilians who had been Japanese prisoners of war.
After months of carrying troops back to their homes throughout the British Empire, the Monowai was in a neglected and ragged condition. When returned to the Union Steamship Line in 1946, the company was reluctant to pay the cost of refitting this worn-out ship. But because of a lack of enough ships for the fleet at the end of the war, the work was done. At a cost of over a million pounds, her aft mast was replaced with derricks, the funnels lowered and much of the open promenade was enclosed. She was modified to carry 179 first class and 205 cabin or tourist class passengers.
The ship served on her old run between New Zealand and Australia until its retirement in 1960. She was sold for scrap to a Hong Kong breaking company.


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«Собор» () — фильм ужасов режиссёра Микеле Соави, снятый в 1989 году.

Сюжет
Средневековье. Тевтонские рыцари убивают жителей деревни, заподозренных в колдовстве. Тела сбрасывают в братскую могилу, над которой возводят церковь.

Наши дни. На месте церкви воздвигнут грандиозный готический собор. При реставрационных работах художница Лиза находит кусок пергамента, который передаёт своему другу библиотекарю Эвану. Тот читает древнюю надпись, из которой узнаёт о тайне собора, которую можно узнать, надавив на семиглазый камень. Движимый любопытством библиотекарь находит в подвале здания этот камень и поворачивает его. Он и не подозревает, что это печать, которая охраняет церковь от древнего зла. В итоге злые духи освобождаются из многовекового плена.

На следующий день двери церкви захлопываются и несколько человек оказываются заложниками тёмных сил. Часть из них погибает, часть становится одержимыми. Епископ, знающий тайну собора, решает унести её с собой в могилу дабы зло не расползалось по всей земле. В здание проникает дочь ризничего Лотте, которая помогает единственному оставшемуся в живых священнику отцу Гусу узнать эту тайну. Одержимые проводят в подвале церкви чёрную мессу, во время которой демон совокупляется с Лизой. Видя пробуждение древнего зла, отец Гус решается на уничтожение здания.

Актёры
 Хью Куарши — отец Гус
 Томас Арана — Эван
 Фёдор Шаляпин мл. — епископ
 Барбара Куписти — Лиза
 Антонелла Витале — манекенщица
 Джованни Ломбардо — священник Доминик
 Азия Ардженто — Лотте
 Роберто Карузо — Фредди
 Роберто Корбилетто — Херманн, ризничий
 Алина Де Симона — мать Лотте
 Оливия Куписти — Мира
 Джанфранко Де Грасси — обвинитель
 Клер Хардвик — Джоанна
 Ларс Йоргенсон — Бруно
 Джон Карлсен — Хайнрих
 Катарин Бель Марджори — жена Хайнриха
 Риккардо Минервини — школьник
 Энрико Остерман — палач
 Микаела Пиньятелли — фотограф
 Патриция Пунцо — мисс Брукнер
 Джон Ричардсон — архитектор

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