Here's a tough question to ask yourself: Are you the right "fit" for your company?
If the answer is yes, my guess is that you're probably pretty happy at your job. But, if the answer is "not sure" or "no", you're probably very unhappy, even if you work for a great company.
Several years back, I was working at what many would consider to be a great company. The business was growing rapidly, and the company took really good care of its employees. The only problem was that the culture was just not quite right for me. And there were a lot of unwritten rules about how you were expected to behave in the workplace.
Never question or debate someone senior to you, even if you do it in a polite and productive way.
Always hide your emotions. Never get angry, even if it's completely justified.
If you're in a meeting with company executives, always let your boss do all the talking.
If you're giving a presentation, it should not be fun or entertaining in any way because that distracts from the substance of the content.
Anyone who didn't follow the "rules" would be identified as a "problem". Unfortunately, I got pegged as one of those "problem" people.
So, here are some things you should know about me. I'm a passionate guy. I love talking about business and debating strategy. I want to figure out how to solve tough problems and move the company forward. I'm never afraid to share my thoughts and ideas with senior executives. And, I'll show my emotions when I get frustrated. That's just how I'm wired.
In many companies, those would be good traits for an employee. But, at this particular company, the way I was behaving was holding me back. When I would get a performance review, the common theme was that my work was excellent but I didn't follow the "rules".
There was a phrase that would often come up in my reviews: "lacks self-awareness".
Honestly, that kind of feedback would drive me nuts. The one thing I did not lack was self-awareness. I was completely aware of my behavior. And, I was aware that it would sometimes make my co-workers or my boss uncomfortable. But, I was always focused on doing good work that would help move the business. And I was delivering results that no one could argue with.
But, I started to realize that my behavior was limiting my career at this company. Just doing good work wasn't enough to get me to the next level. I had to start behaving differently.
So, I decided to make a change. I started to really "dial it back". I wouldn't debate. I'd keep quiet in meetings, only speaking if spoken to. I never let my frustrations show. And I tried my best to play nice with everyone.
It wasn't easy. I'm not used to being the quiet one in meetings. I'm not used to holding back when I feel like I can solve a problem or contribute to a conversation.
But, as I changed my behavior, things started happening for me in the company. My boss was happier with me. I got great feedback from peers in my 360 reviews. I even got a promotion!
But, it was killing me on the inside. I just felt like I wasn't myself anymore. I would come home from work every day absolutely exhausted. It's hard work trying to be someone that you're not.
During this time, I also felt like my work really suffered. I just wasn't bringing the same energy to my projects. It felt like I was just going through the motions. But that didn't seem to matter because I was now seen as a "company guy" with a bright future.
Then, it happened. I had a relapse. I was giving a presentation in front of the marketing department and I started off showing a slide with a picture of my kids. I made a joke about how my daughter has an amazing head of hair while her Daddy is completely bald. I then showed a picture of myself as a kid with a thick head of hair similar to my daughter's. You can see the slide below.
I got a huge laugh. It was a nice way to break the ice and build rapport with the audience. But, I knowingly did violate the "no entertaining presentations" rule.
After the presentation, I was called into the boss' office. I was told not to put pictures of my kids in my presentations again. He told me that it distracted from the content of the presentation and it wasn't funny.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him. It was 1 slide in a 45-minute presentation. And it definitely was funny. Those weren't sympathy laughs I was getting. People were genuinely cracking up. But, I didn't argue. I just apologized and left his office.
I went back to my desk completely deflated. That day I came to the difficult realization that this was not the right company for me. I just wasn't a good fit. It was time for me to leave.
So, I polished up my resume and started a job search. A few months later, I resigned. When I walked out the door on my last day, I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
The new company I joined ended up being a much better fit. I could really be myself at work and I would show up every day excited to be there. Everything about my style that worked against me at the last company, worked in my favor at this new company. And showing pictures of your kids in presentations was not only accepted but also encouraged.
I have a feeling that many people can relate to this story. I'm sure that some of you are struggling with this exact issue right now.
All I can tell you is that it's not enough just to work for a great company. You have to work for a company that's the right fit for you. – a place where you don't have to change who you are in order to be successful.
You only get one career. Why spend it being unhappy?


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What's New In Vegas
What's new on our restaurant scene?
Quite a lot, actually.
No other city in America can say the same, but Las Vegas, my dear foodie friends, is no ordinary city. We are the quintessential tourist town, with huge rumbling, cacophonous casino/hotels bestriding Nevada's economy like so many Brobdingnagian towers — casting long shadows, quaking the earth, dominating the landscape.
Now, like every other city in America our economic engine is moribund, comatose, on life support. Visitation numbers fell off a cliff in 2020, down to 19 million souls from a 2019 high of 42.5. And those coming are not the free-wheeling, high-spending conventioneers, whooping it up on someone else's dime. No, these are the bargain hunters, the coupon-clippers, the escapees from California looking for something fun to do on the cheap. During the week, casinos are deader than Moe Dalitz. Even on weekends, the big hotels can feel like ghost towns. Shows are closed, shops are empty, and eatery options have been eviscerated.
Sounds depressing, doesn't it? Well, it is and it isn't. Because it is there (on the Strip), but isn't here — in the actual town where 2.3 million Las Vegans live.
It seems the Strip's loss has been the neighborhoods' gain. New restaurants on Las Vegas Boulevard South might be harder to find than toilet paper in a pandemic, but the local scene is flat-out jumping. Downtown is leading the way, with a spanking new hotel (Circa), which opened late last year — the first new one on Fremont Street since 1980. It boasts five excellent restaurants, and seems to be busier every weekend. (We'll deeply dive into its dining scene next week.)
A mile to the south, in the Arts District on Main Street, new joints are popping up like porcinis after a downpour. Can any other town in America say this?
Pretty doubtful. New York and California — the epicenters of American food/restaurant culture — are doing their best to crush the life out of the restaurant industry. Thankfully, little old Las Vegas has kept the foodie flame burning. albeit at bare BTU levels. But at least we're open, and feeding people, and human beings are socializing and breaking bread together like humans were meant to.
While it might take those giant hotels another year to start humming again, locally, Las Vegas appears to be entering a new age of local dining — a resurgence led by a neighborhood that didn't even exist four years ago, but now is one everyone is talking about.
YU-OR-MI SUSHI BAR
The Arts District in downtown Las Vegas is fast becoming one of the coolest neighborhoods in America. While it still has a ways to go residential-ly, food-wise the options are expanding geometrically. A micro-climate of good eats has sprung to life on South Main Street, boasting a dozen bars, four brewpubs, and three new restaurants within a stone's throw of each other. All are much much better than they have any right to be.
(The usual suspects)
Yu-Or-Mi (the name comes from a Jackie Chan movie) exists across the street from Esther's Kitchen, a half-block from the Garagiste Wine Bar, and in a world of its own when it comes to Japanese-fusion food.
All the usual sushi suspects are here, but it's in the small plates and rolls where the kitchen puts out an array of twenty appetizers that show a hand both refined and restrained.
(Yu So Shellfish)
Everyone does crispy Brussels sprouts these days, but the sweet-sour kurozu reduction on these keeps you reflexively reaching for another bite. Other standards like yakiniku ("grilled") beef gyoza, rock shrimp tempura, tuna takaki, and chicken karaage rise above the cliches to remind you why they became famous in the first place.
The Yu So Shellfish roll (above) bundles lobster tempura with lobster salad in bite-sized packages of tofu skin which announce a textural, salty-sweet-seafood contrasts with every bite. The purist in me is horrified, but I can live with cutesy names like "Oh Snap" when the Japanese red snapper is this fresh, and the ginger-chili ponzu is this bracing:
(Two snaps up!)
Even non-ramen fans will have to admire the broth here — as rich as any you'll find on Spring Mountain Road — and the yakisoba noodles and garlic fried rice are full of both subtlety and amplitude, no mean feat that.
All of these are conceived and executed by Chef Virakone Vongphachanh (he goes by "V" out of sympathy), a Laotian by birth and an inspired Japanese chef by temperament.
The sake list is not one you can get lost in, but the small selection is well-chosen and well-priced, and, for our yen, the only thing to drink with this food.
What YOM is doing is straddling a line between high-toned raw fish and crowd-pleasing concoctions — compelling creations that do its Nobu ancestry proud. Shopping mall sushi this is not. But the prices are fair and the setting is cozy and the downtown crowd has taken to it like barnacles to a boat.
100 E. California Ave.
GOOD PIE
Like its neighbor Main Street Provisions (above), Good Pie opened late last year when starting a restaurant was dicier than drawing to an inside straight. It survived serving pizzas to-go and by-the-slice, and with a recent opening of both inside and outdoor tables, chef/owner Vincent Rotolo is poised to re-set Las Vegas's pizza paradigm.
Rotolo is a classicist in the vein of every family-run Italian joint up and down the East Coast pizza belt. The dark bar, white tile and comfy booths (along with the "Grandma Wall" of family pictures), puts you in mind of the type of place where you'll hear, "Ma, who gets the scungilli?" or Faackin' Yankees did it to us again" over the thrum of dough being slung.
(To parm or not to parm? That is the question.)
And what dough it is. Quality flour, long-fermented, in a variety of styles, one bite tells you you're in the midst of a higher-level of deck oven craftsmanship. The doughier, rectangular (Sicilian, Detroit) crusts have the complexity of great bread, while the thinner Brooklyn, and "Grandma" styles, display the crackle and char of their big-city forebears.
Ingredients matter is the mantra here, and from those crusts to the olive oil to the house-made tomato sauce to the ricotta and toppings, everything hits home. To my mind, there are almost too many choices, and the dizzying menu array can sometimes make ordering feel like a jigsaw puzzle. But amazingly, the pieces always fit no matter how you arrange them.
Beginners should tuck into a simple "Grandma" square, or Brooklyn round to acquaint themselves with the Good Pie oeuvre, while fressers should throw caution to the wind with a spongy Sicilian the size of a small desk, a Detroit-caramelized cheese crust carb-fest, or a "Quality Meat" 3-protein lollapalooza. They offer something called "Mike's Hot Honey" here to dribble on your pies, and, also amazingly, this little sweet-hot condiment adds quite the pleasant kick to counter the queso overload.
Those not in a pizza mood will be happy with Italian-American standards like chicken parm, "Sunday lasagna," garlic knots, superb fried ravioli (above), great meatballs, and a decent Caesar salad.
Prices start in the high teens to $34 for the Grandma Supreme, but the round pies come in small and large, and the big boys will satisfy 6 hungry adults. I'm no fan of gluten-free pizza, but if you insist on eating yours on top of cardboard, Rotolo's are probably the best in town.
Can a new school/old school pizzeria, which looks like it belongs on Wooster Street in New Haven, and acts like a modern restaurant (complete with upscale cocktail bar), come out of this pandemic smelling like a tomato rose? The crowds seem to be saying that it can. Pent-up demand for great pizza is real, people. Long may Good Pie's red sauce flag fly!
MAIN STREET PROVISIONS
You can throw a stone and hit all three restaurants mentioned here. All were on the drawing board, and scheduled to open downtown in mid-2020. Covid put an expensive dent in everyone's plans, and none more so than Main Street Provisions. Owner Kim Owens and Executive Chef Justin Kingsley Hall spent the entire year cooling their heels until finally, in early December, the doors swung open to….25% maximum capacity.
Putting the best face forward she could, Owens has said that the restrictions allowed her to dispense with the usual friends and family shakedown cruise, and let her staff get used to customers without dealing with overload at either the front or back of the house. Now that things are starting to relax, they're going to have to get used to being in the weeds.
Hall's menu can best be described as smokey and southern — as in Utah and the Deep South. To those descriptions add the word gutsy: frou frou bistro food this is not.
Right off the bat the Scotch Egg will catch your eye — a soft boiled and wrapped with smoked Riverence trout crusted with potato chips, sitting in a shallow pool of lemon cream. Nothing says "don't try this at home" like a smoked trout Scotch egg in verbena cream, and it takes a chef with Hall's chops to pull it off — cloaking the prosaic egg in a sophisticated wrap which enhances both of them.
(Don't try this at home)
Beyond that, you'll find a unique butcher plate of smoked meats, pates and rillettes made in-house, accompanied by fry bread that is pretty much the last word in Native American carbohydrates:
(Fit to be fried)
The same bread sits alongside an herb-flecked hominy hummus studded with preserved lemon, which turns something with usually all the interest of drywall spackle into a compelling starter. I wish I could celebrate the use of barely-seared venison in a tataki of whiskey-shoyu dressing, but the venison doesn't come through and the whole dish feels like the chef is trying too hard. Likewise, the deep-fried, breaded Sole Kiev (wrapped around herb) butter feels forced and out-of-place on a menu brimming with interesting edibles.
Once you get past those misses the hits abound: rosy red Heritage Ham Steak blanketed with a sour-sweet pepper-tomato sauce, charcoal roasted quail gumbo with smoked andouille sausage stuffing, a serious New York strip dubbed "Utah Woman's Steak" (after Hall's wife) that comes with a one-two punch of aggressive, charred scallion chimichurri sauce and a soothing "funeral potato" croquette.
The burger is good, if a bit overloaded (with pickles, smoked cheddar and fried onions), but all sins are forgiven once the poached rabbit sausage with potato dumplings shows up. It is flat-out great, and for our money, should be the restaurant's signature dish:
(This is some bunny I used to know)
Any restaurant bold enough to serve rabbit sausage, quail, hominy, and ham steaks is clearly trying to set a trend, not follow one, and the feeling one gets when sitting down here is of a chef who is cooking the kind of food with which he and his friends like to impress each other — gussied-up for restaurant customers of course, but substantial, rib-sticking stuff done with a chef's flair and an eye for detail. It may not be the lightest meal you'll have in Las Vegas, but it will be one of the most original, and there is no more interesting cooking going on right now than down on Main Street.
Whenever something threatens to feel a tad overwrought (the fish, that venison), Hall pulls you back to the simple reality of exquisite ingredients being allowed to shine, as with his harissa carrots (roasted, of course), oat milk grits, cattlemen's bbq pea beans, and Louisiana popcorn rice (served plain or with schmaltz). These side dishes are frame-worthy on the menu (and would make a great meal all their own). The one salad we tried — For Ernie's Birds — was a tantalizing tumble of local greens and seeds, dressed just-right in an herbaceous chimichurri vinaigrette.
Desserts are few in number but pack a wallop, especially the butter cake: another homage to the caloric glories of the South and southern Utah.
Like its neighbors, MSP has feng shui in spades. It is long and narrow with welcoming bar to one side, and colorful, comfortable seating pointing to an open kitchen in the back. The effect is to pull you in and make you feel like you belong there.
Whether by design or happenstance, all three of these restaurants have an inviting familiarity about them. Each reminds you of small, personal restaurants shoehorned into intimate spaces in large, impersonal cities. Restaurants like these give metropolitan spaces their warmth and livability. They are human scale, not profit-scaled by real estate developers. There are no anchor tenants to block out the sun, nor soul-killing ginormous parking lots to traverse. Cars drive by at civilized speeds, they don't whiz by in a hurry to get to the secluded glory of living in the isolated splendor of a stucco farm.
Time will eventually credit these pioneers for changing the way Las Vegas looked at restaurants — for tapping into a market hungry for the real thing, not pre-packaged template dreamed up by a corporation in Dallas or Tampa.
The world is coming out of this pandemic, and the pent-up demand for authenticity will be real. It will be for community, and for togetherness and for gathering around food and drink prepared by people who care about these things as much as you do.
This is Part One of a two-part article.
Texas 'Cue Quest – Part 2
(The pit at Smitty's)
To master anything, you start with the fundamentals. Texas barbecue is no different. Anyone who thinks that they can grab a brisket sandwich at Pecan Lodge in Dallas or Franklin's in Austin and know what all the shoutin's about has charcoal for brains.
The fundamentals of Texas 'cue start with kickin' it old school. And it doesn't get anymore old school than in the tiny farming town of Lockhart, the Official Capital of Texas Barbecue, where German butcher shops started making and smoking sausage to preserve it over 150 years ago.
Lockhart is an easy, 30 minute drive from the Austin airport. There's not much to see en route — the landscape is fertile but depressingly flat — and about the only thing to get excited about is the big barn-looking Kreuz Market that looms on your right as you enter the town. The other thing to get excited about are its two competitors — Black's and Smitty's Market — each located at opposite ends of the quaint town square.
(Caldwell County 'cue HQ)
The proximity of these three icons of smoked meat to each other — you can walk between Smitty's and Black's, and Kreuz is a two minute drive from either of them — makes for quite the 'cue consumption conundrum: Where do we start? How much do we eat? What if we love one so much we don't want to leave?
The answers of course are: It doesn't matter, one order of anything will serve two (and go easy on the sides), and force yourself to move on (you won't regret it). It will take a Herculean effort, but put your knife down (no forks at Smitty's and Kreuz, more on this later), no matter how much you'd like to slather your face with all this deliciousness.
You order by the pound, and we found that a few slices of brisket, a couple of pork spareribs, and a single link of sausage were enough to get a taste of each pitmaster's artistry.
Of course, all of this careful planning went out the window as soon as we saw the sign that said "Giant Beef Ribs" at Black's.
"Giant," as you can see, being an understatement. These were huge. 24 ounces of spoon-tender, juicy, smokey beef with a bark so sweet, black and peppery it could be sold as meat candy.
One was more than enough for two. Hell, one of these puppies could feed a family of four. It was the single biggest piece of food I have ever seen on a plate in front of me, and one of the singularly most delicious pieces of meat that has ever defeated me.
The beauty and the wonder of a something this dense being cooked this long and remaining this moist and baby-food soft is a mystery only the Black family has solved. Indeed, we didn't see "giant beef rib" on any other menu of the other six places we visited on our 'cue quest.
(Please sir, may I have some more?)
For the record, the sausage was stellar as well, and it wasn't until we got to Snow's the next day that we ate a brisket as gorgeous as the one at Black's. We were also nuts about the mac-n-cheese and that ginormous dill pickle….although in the interest of maintaining our full hunger capacity we left most of them barely touched on the plate.
About the only thing at Black's we found lacking was the sauce — it being slightly thin, standard issue stuff — but the meat was so amazing we quickly forgot about it.
Black's is more conventional than its two neighbors in downtown Lockhart. Ordering of sides is done on a cafeteria line that leads you to the meat ordering station where you choose how much, per pound or slice, you want of the meat. Instead of the butcher paper that most joints use, here you get the real plastic plates and utensils. It may not be as authentically "old school" in appearance as Smitty's, but its brisket beats theirs by a country mile.
Speaking of bona fides, it's those antiquated, authentic details that separate Texas barbecue from many other pretenders. All of your meat is sliced to order, and to a place, every person taking your order lets you be as particular as you want, whether you want fatty brisket or lean (or a combo), or a thin slice of this or two thick helpings of that. Nothing looks or tastes like it's been sitting around in a steamer tray for hours (because it hasn't), and the intensity of the meat, the bark and the seasonings is front and center with every bite. Bites that are worth traveling across the country for, by the way.
Something else worth traveling to see are the pits themselves. The one's at Black's are tucked in the back but at Smitty's (pictured above), and Kreuz, they are front and center in the room where you do your ordering. So front and center, in fact, that your clothes will smell like smoke for hours afterwards.
Calling Smitty's old school is like calling that rib a little beefy. It's housed in a structure built in 1924, untouched by modernity and covered in a layer of fatty soot and meat smoke that's been a century in the making.
You walk down an long hallway lined with benches where the trenchermen of years past would sit eating their lunches of smoked meat, taken right from the butcher shop on paper, and sliced and stabbed with knives hanging on chains from these walls:
These days, things are slightly more modern (there's a dining room to chow down in that's straight from the 1940's, replete with wobbly benches and a soda fountain), but you still go into the smoke room to order and see your meat sliced.
(Yes, they burn the wood right on the floor. You gotta problem with that?)
Smitty's is a trip, literally a trip back in time. Unfortunately, its brisket didn't hold a candle to Black's — it being on the dry side and without the seasoning or smoke of its rival. What saved Smitty's for us was the vibe, and the kick ass sausages — loaded with black pepper and steaming with fat and snap — they were a beef/pork blend of uncommon toothsomeness, and, my favorite "hot guts" of the trip.
(The apotheosis of beef meats pork at Smitty's)
And then there was Kreuz Market. It's as big as a barn (actually several barns), and seats hundreds in its several dining rooms. You do the same order-in-the-smoke-room thing here, but then you repair to one of its feed halls to eat. What shows up on the plate would, no doubt, be the best damn barbecue in 46 States in the Union. In fact, if we had tried it first we might've thought more highly of it. Unfortunately, the competition pretty stiff (another understatement) in these here parts, and its stringing, tepid brisket didn't meet the challenge. And no matter what the owners say, it could've used some sauce. (Kreuz is famous for stubbornly maintaining, since 1900, that its brisket is so good it needs no sauce. It needs a sauce.)
On the plus side, the smoked prime rib (the pinkish meat below) was ethereally good (attaining an almost cured-ham-like texture while maintaining its beefy integrity), and the sausages were the stuff smoked sausage dreams are made of.
(Look Ma, no forks!)
Kreuz (pronounced 'Krites") may have become too big for its Texas britches. It's been world famous for over half a century, and does a bang up mail-order business. From the size of everything, you can tell it's a very big operation that moves mountains of meat. But as the godfather of Texas barbecue, we expected the brisket to knock us out of the saddle, and it didn't.
At least we had The National Beer of Texas on hand to help us wash away our disappointment:
"This is not beer," we remarked to The Official Number Two Son of ELV after a sip of this lightly carbonated, water-based beverage, "it is the idea of beer."
"You're right, Dad," he countered, "but it goes perfectly with this food."
And so it did, and so it does. As we were about to find out the next morning, when we traveled to the Texas hinterlands in search of the best barbecue breakfast on earth.
(This is the second part of a three part article on ELV's recent trip to Texas.)
Quick Bites – ECHO & RIG Meat
ELV is constantly hearing tips and rumors about what's going on in Vegas's food and restaurant world. He wishes he had a dollar for every time someone tells him some restaurant is "about to close," or some chef "just quit," or vendors "aren't being paid" and everyone is "deserting a sinking ship."
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Arsenal boss Emery reveals he subbed Ceballos because it was too HOT despite the Spaniard having best passing stats
Joshua Jones
Updated: 16 Sep 2019, 12:04
UNAI EMERY revealed he subbed off midfielder Dani Ceballos because it was too HOT - despite the star bossing the passing stats.
Having grown up in southern Spain, the Spaniard - on loan from Real Madrid - is no doubt used to the 25-degree temperatures at Watford yesterday afternoon.
Arsenal boss Unai Emery took off Spanish midfielder Dani Ceballos after an hour - because it was too hotCredit: PA:Press Association
Academy graduate Joe Willock came on in place of the on-loan Real Madrid midfielderCredit: PA:Press Association
But he was hauled off with just an hour played at Vicarage Road, with Arsenal's academy graduate Joe Willock brought on in his place.
That is despite the fact Ceballos, 23, had completed 42 passes from 47 attempts, at a success rate of 89.4 per cent, and made 28 accurate passes in Watford's half as he started alongside fellow creative spark Mesut Ozil for the first time.
Granit Xhaka - who played the full 90 minutes - was the only Arsenal player to complete more passes in the match with 44, 34 short of Abdoulaye Doucoure's 78 for the Hornets.
Gunners boss Emery said: "It was very, very hot. We needed some fresh players in the second half.
"We were struggling in the second half and I was thinking how can we improve with three players, fresh players, to give us more energy and also give us more capacity to be strong physically, tactically and technically."
SHOT IN THE FOOT
Despite going in at half-time 2-0 in front thanks to Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang's double, blunders from Sokratis and David Luiz gifted the home side a point.
Watford managed an incredible 31 shots, the most Arsenal have conceded in a match since data collection started in 2003.
It also means Arsenal have now faced the most shots of any club in Europe's top five leagues with a staggering 96, three more than Norwich with Spurs third on 82.
Premier League sides Aston Villa, Bournemouth, Southampton and Newcastle are all in the top ten.
Arsenal captain Xhaka incredibly admitted the Gunners were "too scared" of Watford while striker Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang blasted his defence for "literally giving away goals".
Xhaka said: "We came out and played such a bad second half. In the end you pay for this one and have to say that we are happy to take the point.
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"Everything was wrong. From the first second until the last we didn't play our game anymore, we were scared.
"We knew they would push us more but in this position we have to show more character, we have to play, we have to not be scared.
"We were too scared in the second half. You can't give a performance like this."
Ceballos helped run the show in midfield as he racked up 42 successful passes in his 60 minutes of actionCredit: Getty Images - Getty
Arsenal have faced more shots on their goal than any side in Europe's top five leagues with a staggering 96 in five matches
Arsenal new boy Tierney absolutely ruins hapless Mustafi by nutmegging him in first training session


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Simple, easy, and perfect Chicken Tikka Macaroni Recipe. That's sooper easy recipe to make.Best recipe for dinner parties. Give Chicken Tikka Macaroni Recipe try and do share feedback.
1-Prepare the K&N's Chicken Tikka Chunks as per Instructions on the pack.
2- Heat oil in a pan, add onion saute for a minute then add ginger garlic paste and cook it for 2-3 mins.
3- Add tomatoes, black paper, salt, red chili flakes, vinegar, soy sauce, tomato ketchup and cook it for 4-5 mins.
4- Now add prepared K&N's Chicken Tikka Chunks, capsicum and cook it for a min or two.
5- Add boiled macaroni, mix them well and let it cook for 2 minutes.
6- Now add the lemon juice and mix it well.


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Some people think being able to fight is the ultimate testament to being alive. Other people think avoiding conflict is our highest calling. Me? I've always been a lover, not a fighter. But I've learned something in my life. Some things are worth fighting for. Some things are worth dying for. Some things are worth never giving up on, no matter how hard they become. When we find that is when we can become the best that we can be. That is when we live our best life.
"Squadron point defense network is online and operational," Betty announced as one of the displays blinked. "All laser batteries ready to engage enemy missiles."
Jack glanced at the rapidly approaching Western Alliance colony world Serenity, and the Chinese fleet holding station over it. They weren't running. He didn't blame them for that. He doubted he would run either if he outnumbered himself by as much as the Chinese did. Their cruisers alone nearly outnumbered the Americans task force, though they were rather light cruisers at half the size of Los Angeles. And the large American destroyers and frigates similarly outclassed their smaller Chinese counterparts. But the Chinese had almost sixty warships, with half of them designed to fight other warships. The rest were point defense frigates, built to shoot down missiles and fighters, but enough of them could take down a real warship on their own.
The heavy gravitic and laser cannons Los Angeles and her four escorting destroyers carried outclassed anything the Chinese had. They were designed to destroy enemy warships, and no Chinese cruiser could ever survive a sustained bombardment from them. But the Chinese had more missile launchers on their sixty warships than most entire American fleets boasted. They could overwhelm the American point defense network and swamp the warships with miniature black holes capable of shredding their deflection grids. And then it was just a matter of using direct fire laser turrets to burn the American warships in space.
That was why it was standard doctrine for fighters to escort larger warships, and why they always used their laser turrets to supplement the point defense networks. It took a lot of laser turrets and point defense missiles to stop a proper Chinese missile swarm. And Captain Jack Hart had seen far too many warships die the death of a thousand cuts that one of those entailed when there weren't enough escort fighters. He really didn't want to see that today.
He narrowed his eyes as one of the displays twitched. He expanded it with a wave of his hand and frowned. "Is that what I think it is?"
Betty's small holoform glanced at the display in question, and she frowned as well. "The Chinese are deploying additional landing craft."
"Frak," Jack whispered and pointed at another small craft leaving one of the larger cruisers.
"Another tank," Betty returned in a grim tone.
"Scan the Serenity military nets," Jack ordered. "How are they handling this?"
Betty pursed her lips and went to work. It took her entire seconds, though Jack knew most of that was just the seconds it took for communications with the planet. Finally she shook her head. "The Chinese destroyed most of the planetary forts with kinetic strikes," she reported. "The capital's defense grid still holds, but Chinese ground forces are advancing."
Jack shook his head. Serenity needed help down there. "Gabbie? We're gonna need to deploy the Marines," he said and waited for her form to flicker onto a display.
Gabrielle sighed after doing so. "We won't be able to support them with orbital fire until those warships are defeated."
Jack smiled. "Well, that's what a HALO assault is for."
"In the middle of all that?" Gabrielle asked doubtfully.
"Ask Major Thompson." Jack gave Los Angeles' Marine captain the customary promotion aboard ship even though he wasn't actually on board now. He was talking to someone who was on board after all.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes and shook her head. "He's already asking for permission."
"I guess that settles it then. What does Captain Wyatt think?"
Gabrielle shook her head. "She doesn't like it."
"But we're going to be doing it?"
Gabrielle scowled at him. "Yes."
"Sounds like a downright fun eight-second ride," Jack said with a smile.
Gabrielle shook her head. "Marines are crazy. You understand that, right?"
"Of course. Why do you think I volunteered?"
"Very well." Gabrielle smiled again. "May God go with you."
"Hey now," Jack protested. "Don't be jinxing a perfectly fine cakewalk with suggestions that I'll need that much help to get out alive."
Gabrielle laughed and faded away.
Jack frowned for a moment, considering what to do now that the plan was in place. HALOs were never easy, no matter what he said to anyone else, even in the best of times. And a full-scale naval battle was not the best of times.
His fingers ran across a familiar display and his cockpit filled with music. T&J sang a song of defiance and his mind calmed down until he could see everything.
He needed fighters to protect the Marines all the way down, but he also needed to leave behind some fighters to protect Los Angeles. He certainly could not trust the Navy Hellcats to do that job after all. He nodded slowly and looked at Ken Banno's force. Ken had six Avengers and Dawn still had five to take into battle. Eleven Avengers should be enough to keep Los Angeles safe. "Hey, Crane?"
"Yeah, Boss?" Ken returned.
"You and Swan need to protect Los Angeles."
"Roger that, Boss," Ken said with a curious look. "What's up?"
"Funny you should ask," Jack said with a chuckle. "Cat, Fox, we're gonna play some HALO."
"That's my favorite game," Jesse chimed in.
"As long as you remember to wear your suit," Katy rejoined.
"Bite me," Jesse growled, though Jack had to admit it was all his fault. One shouldn't take a leisurely stroll through space in your birthday suit and then expect to avoid getting made fun of for the rest of your life, after all.
Jack looked at Ken's display. "You're in charge now."
"Roger, Boss," Ken said in acceptance and began spouting off orders.
Jack leaned back as his pilots continued to bicker, heckle, accept orders, grouse about orders, and all the other things that other Alliance soldiers always found crazy. Jack just focused on the displays showing the ground actions and considered his options. The invasion had probably started the night before, maybe a few hours earlier. The Serenity Defense Force was doing its best, but ruined war machines and torn landscapes showed the path of the Chinese advance.
The Chinese were close. Only the city's deflection dome and last line of defense forts kept Landing City safe. The Chinese bombardment had not yet managed to destroy them, and their aerial attacks had been shot down. But if Chinese ground forces could penetrate that final defensive line, they could take the defenses down from the inside. If the Chinese still held the orbitals when that happened, their kinetic strikes would destroy the capital in minutes. The Marines needed to be quick about it.
Jack relaxed and let his mind wander, using his eyes to follow the advancing red dots corresponding to Chinese troops. He looked for patterns that would betray leadership in the ranks, and barely noticed his hands twitching on the controls. Chinese missiles swept in to be shot down by the squadron's point defense network, but he continued to study the ground action. He trusted Ken Banno with his life. There was no need to waste any of his concentration worrying about his competence now. No need and no reason.
He returned to studying the ground on the displays again and chewed his lip. He wasn't certain, but he thought he knew where to shoot first. The clues were subtle, but the delays in maneuver were there. Some troops were waiting to take orders while others reacted faster. Those probably had high-level commanders in their midst. Other clues were there too. Some commands reacted better to ambushes and traps. Others moved through the defenders more quickly. He ran his eyes across the displays, highlighting the ones he thought controlled the chain of command with rapid blinks. He focused on the ones he really wanted dead and the displays accepted his ocular commands, highlighting each target in turn.
Missiles thrummed from their Avenger, their gravitic cannons fired, and Jack glanced up to see the Chinese fleet directly ahead of them, taking dozens of hits. Then he blinked as he realized he was actually seeing those ships without any magnification. The Chinese saucers scattered in every direction, wildly trying to avoid the American squadron charging through their formation. American ships spun and fired gravitic cannons at point blank range, ripping Chinese destroyers and cruisers apart. Missiles flickered back and forth to shred deflection grids and lasers melted armor off by the ton. It was tanks at ten paces and he saw Los Angeles shudder from a hit on her forward wedge that nearly ripped the starboard side off.
Then they were through the Chinese formation, aft ends towards Serenity as their engines slowed them down to HALO speeds. Most of them at least. The destroyer Garcia went into a flat spin with two of her four engines in flames. Jack watched her fall down towards the planet far too fast and hit the atmosphere. Her faltering deflection grid glowed for a moment, and then the destroyer skipped off like a rock in a pond and careened away from the battle, shedding armor, escape pods, and pieces of internal structure as her systems shut down one by one.
Jack averted his eyes. He spent another second or so thinking, studied the targeting displays for another, and then nodded. It was as good as he was going to get in the time he had.
"You ready, Betty?" he asked.
Betty smiled at him. "Ready."
"Jasmine?"
"I'm always ready," she said with a wink.
"Promises, promises," Jack whispered and turned to the displays showing Jesse and Katy. "Fox, Cat, follow my lead. It's time to behead this beast."
"Got it, Boss," they answered in unison.
Jack glanced at Betty again before saying, "Major Thompson?"
It took a few seconds for the Marine captain to answer, but when he did it was with the sound of competence that said there was no reason to fear. The Marines were here. "Thompson here."
Jack smiled at the voice and equally calm face on his display. "You got my targets?"
"In living color. I concur." Then several more dots began to flash on the displays. The other Marine's face cracked with an amused smile. "Though you missed some."
"Right," Jack muttered and studied the new dots. Try as he might though he just could not see what made the man suspect them. "Yeah, You got me there."
Captain Thompson chuckled. "Ground combat's my specialty, not yours. But you did good to get what you did." Then the man frowned and waved a hand at several dots on the flanks. "But why did you pick those?"
Jack glanced at them and shrugged. "I don't know. They just…feel dangerous. I don't know why."
The other Marine nodded for a moment as he studied the displays on his craft. "Then we'll just have to make sure to double tap them on the way down."
"Absolutely." Jack chuckled. "You ready?"
"Never been readier," Thompson said and his head turned as he began shouting out orders to his Marines. Jack heard the faintest echo of responses and saw approval in the Marine captain's face. "We are launching in three…two…one…now!"
Jack watched Los Angeles' flanks practically explode as the Marines made their appearance. Dozens of craft shot out from the warship with engines on fire, turned to hug her outer hull, and dove towards the planet at maximum acceleration. Most of them were fake, nothing more than drones using holoemitters to look like real Marine craft, but he couldn't pick them out from the handful of real craft in their midst. And he had to admit that it made the Marine assault look real impressive as it began to tear into the atmosphere.
Jack pulled the stick around, peeling the nineteen Avengers of his force away from the fleet, even as he saw Harrington take a hit amidships. His eyes froze on the ship and the displays cooperatively zoomed in on her, showing the ghastly wound in high definition. He watched Harrington take more hits as the entire Chinese fleet focused on her, each one pushing her further down into the gravity well. She kept her armored wedge facing the center of their formation and her engines flared to a maximum burn that would be clearly visible to anyone looking up from the planet. She was fighting for her life and the Chinese fleet redoubled their efforts. Missiles and lasers careened off her armored wedge, but a few bit in and tore away at the armor as her deflection grid began to collapse. And while the core of the fleet battered her wedge, the Chinese flankers tore into her lightly-armored flanks. American destroyers simply weren't built for this kind of fight and the Chinese took full advantage of that fact. Finally a hit smashed one of her engines into ruin and Jack knew she was going down.
"I'm not sure I can pull out of this one," Faith said from her display in a sad tone.
"Just do your best," Jack whispered and held on tight to the controls as Betty forced them into Serenity's atmosphere, engines burning the thickening air around them. Their engines rotated close to the wing to reduce drag and maneuvering fins deployed to give them better control in the planetary soup. This wasn't his first time fighting in the soup, but he didn't like it. He was a starfighter pilot after all.
The air around them filled with thousands of burning meteors coming down all around them. Some were pieces of falling ships he knew, maybe even some from Harrington. Some were Marine craft or fighters like him. The rest were the drones breaking apart into smaller hunks of metal full of electronic warfare AIs whose job it was to make the Chinese think that they were the true threat.
"Incoming, incoming, we've got incoming!" Betty shrieked as hundreds of missiles turned into thousands as hidden launchers made their presence known. Red dots filled the display with their angry threat and Jack swallowed. The Chinese had been ready for them.
"Frak me," Jack whispered as the missiles charged into the teeth of the Marine assault. Then he swallowed again and blinked. He didn't have a choice. "Open fire all weapons," Jack ordered, and the nineteen Avengers under his command fired fifty-seven gravitic cannons, ripple fired missiles from thirty-eight launchers, and brought one hundred and fifty two lasers up to maximum rate fire. Enough firepower to rip battleships apart streaked down into the fragile face of a populated world and Jack held on for dear life. Gravity twisted before them, bending even the air to their power, and the streaks of focused power became visible to the naked eye as they linked the Avengers and the most dangerous ground targets far below them. They stabbed into Serenity, tearing her surface apart, and smashing the Chinese offensive.
Men and machines screamed as gravity itself turned sideways, upside down, or inside out at the same time. Some were caught without warning and never had time to utter a word before being sucked into the tiny black holes. Some felt their worlds shift sideways and flew through the air, watching with terror-filled eyes as death claimed them. Then the beams of twisted gravity shut off and a shockwave of subatomic grit expanded out from their primary targets. Those that still lived were thrown away like toys, skin or armor evaporating under the subatomic assault.
Even many of the Chinese missiles fell to the gravitic assault, and Marine point defense chattered away at the missiles that survived. Thousands of missiles fell before entering attack range, and most of those that survived targeted the decoys. But the Chinese used gravitic warheads and weren't afraid to use them in atmosphere. Decoys ceased to exist across the advancing Marine front, and the planet's very atmosphere convulsed under the massed twin assault of competing gravity generators.
Jack felt the world go crazy as other missiles made it through the jamming and the point defense to attack the true Marine craft dropping towards the surface. One missile struck a Garm with a full platoon on board and sucked them into a growing vacuum of nothing, but he saw a few men and women tumbling away towards the ground on their own thruster power. An Avenger slipped into the event horizon and disappeared and another spun away spraying debris in every direction. One missile bounced off a far-more capable Barghest's defense grid before the tank dove down deeper into the atmosphere.
There were so many incoming missiles that Jack's instincts screamed nothing but danger, danger, danger. His entire world was filled with nothing but coming death, and Jack realized that he may have just finally bitten off more than he could chew. Maybe he should have asked for more help. Maybe Ken or Dawn could have tipped the balance. Or maybe he'd saved them by leaving them in space.
Then Jack's Avenger screamed around him as a missile finally found him. A ravening black hole opened beside them, and he jammed the throttle forward, hoping to escape before it could grab them. Their starboard wing disintegrated, sucked away in an instant. Then their nose ripped off and Jack felt wind on his face. The canopy tore off, parts of it missing him by less than a cat's whisker, and he felt the Avenger dying around him.
The gravitic pull faded away, the missile's last gravitic assault dying to a lack of energy, and the Avenger dropped like a stone towards the ground. Jack worked the controls as they spun but it was no good. Everything was dead.
"Frak me," he whispered again and glanced to the console where Betty and Jasmine stood unmoving in the gale force winds battering their holoforms. Their clothes and hair rippled in the wind, and he smiled at the effort they made even now to fit in to the real world. They met his gaze and smiled back.
Then the ground rose up to meet them, metal screamed as it tore, and pain erupted throughout his body. Then darkness claimed him.
Something crackled nearby. It wasn't him.
Warmth touched his cheek. It wasn't fire.
Water lapped against…something nearby. It wasn't a leak.
Jack opened his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. He didn't hurt anymore.
A bonfire burned in the darkness. Sand stretched as far as he could see in the light on three sides. Waves shimmered in the firelight on the fourth side. The familiar scene came into focus one piece at a time.
He heard music and turned to see Julie and Alex playing their guitars. It was their senior year of high school again. They hadn't left for Nashville yet. He hadn't refused to go with them yet. They sang so beautifully it hurt the soul. A third guitar leaned against the chair between them and he knew all he had to do was take it and they would be together forever.
Schoolmates danced around the bonfire like they always had. They played water polo in the lake. They relaxed on the double decker pontoon. It was always the same. It was always that one perfect moment he wished he could get back.
"You always come back here," a familiar voice said. He turned to see a familiar head of red hair. He had dreamed of waking up seeing the sun through that hair more than once. Most of the boys had. She'd been the most beautiful girl in school and she'd known it.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he tried to remember why he was here.
"I'm here for you," she answered simply, and the smile that every boy in school thrilled for covered her face.
"Oh." Jack frowned, remembering all the times he'd wanted that smile. And when she'd told him he could get it. "Has Hell finally frozen over?"
"Do you want it to?" she asked, spreading her arms out wide to emphasize her very best assets. "All you have to do is want it."
"But is that all you really want?" another familiar voice asked.
He turned to see a blonde in a yellow sundress standing with her toes in the sand and remembered something. "You're not Betty."
She bestowed a proud smile on him. "Nope."
He turned to the redhead. "And you're not Kelly."
She ran her fingers through long red hair and sucked in a large lungful of air. She had…very healthy lungs. "I could be," was all she said in words, but every twist of her body promised so much more. His younger self would have jumped all over her and never looked back. It amazed him just how much he'd taken Julie and Alex for granted back then. He'd been a real stupid idiot.
He turned back to the woman who was not Betty. "Am I dead?"
The blonde sighed. "Do you want to be?"
"Do I have a choice?"
The redhead laughed. "Everybody has a choice, Jack."
"What about the real her?" Jack asked, looking at the woman who couldn't be Betty. "What about Jasmine and Natalie?"
The blonde shook her head. "I'm here for you, Jack. I can't answer for them."
"Is this real? Or a dream?"
"Why can't it be both?" the redhead asked, running her hands down her sides. "Come on. You can have everything you ever wanted here." Then she waved a hand towards the bonfire. "Why choose just one or two when you can have it all?"
Jack looked at the bonfire, towards the two girls who sang like angels. They'd gone on to do such great things with those voices. T&J was a success despite his worst fears. He'd stayed home and wasted his time with girls that weren't worth a half of them. He turned his back to the woman who looked like Kelly and looked at the one who could almost be Betty. "I never wanted it all."
Betty gave him an approving smile.
"So, who are you, really?"
Betty's smile turned more amused. "Maybe we're your conscience."
Jack raised an eyebrow at her. "Funny. You don't look like a cricket."
Betty leaned in close. "Fairy tales aren't real, Jack. This is." Jack raised one eyebrow at her and she chuckled. "For certain measurements of reality."
"Fine," Jack said and rolled his eyes. "If this is real, who are you?"
Betty winked. "Maybe we're your guardian angels, just trying to get your attention because you keep ignoring us."
Jack laughed and waved one hand towards Kelly. "Even her?" He glanced back in time to see her sticking her tongue out at him. He snorted and turned to Betty again. "Or maybe you're just a figment of my imagination."
"That's right," Betty said with another of her smiles and leaned away again. "We're just an undigested bit of beef."
Jack looked back to Julie and Alex as they continued to make beautiful music. They sounded amazing together. They didn't need him. They never really had. He could have them again here, and it would be perfect. A dream come true even. But it would never be truly real here. Jack sucked in a long breath and let it go.
Jack turned back to Betty, at peace with his decision. "I lost them."
"I know," the blonde said with an attentive expression. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Find them." The answer came without hesitation and Jack knew he would have to live up to it somehow. It wouldn't be easy, but the best things never were.
"They've moved on," the redhead said with warm lips at his ear and ran electric fingers up his spine. "Why pine after the past when you can have everything the present has to offer?"
Jack just shook his head. "Because it was worth it," he said to the redhead, "and settling for less never was." He gave her a pointed look. "Kelly was never a match for them."
The woman who could almost be Kelly hissed. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, boy."
Jack just shook his head again. "Can you kill me where I stand?" The redhead blinked in surprise at the question. "Or can you only talk me into killing myself?"
Her mouth flopped open. "I…never…"
"Please," Jack interrupted with a smile. "This is a dream. It's always a dream. It's an amazing one, but I know the score. The moment I decide to stay here is the moment I die out there."
"Everyone dies," the redhead said very seriously. "Even you. You can die screaming and fighting, in pain as you are torn apart, or you can die in peace, with everything you ever wanted." She spread her arms out wide to encompass all the things in this dream he could have. "Which do you choose?"
"Today is not a good day to die," Jack said with a smile and the redhead hissed at him again. He turned away from her and saw the smile on the woman wearing Betty's face. "Shall we?"
"I can't go with you," Betty said. "I'm just an undigested bit of beef that will fade away the moment you wake up."
Jack sighed. "You speak well for a momentary bit of indigestion."
Betty smiled and leaned in close to his ear. "Maybe your guardian angels are smarter than you like to act. Or maybe your subconscious has learned how to speak better than you care to admit."
"Touché," Jack said and his gaze returned to Julie and Alex. All he could do for a moment was stand in place as their angelic voices washed over him. "I really do love them." It felt good to say it. It felt good to admit it to himself.
The blonde woman tilted her head to the side and studied him. "Did you ever tell them that?"
Jack swallowed. He almost didn't answer, but it was a question he had to answer. For himself if not for her. "I thought it was all about the thrill back then. I didn't know what it really was."
The almost Betty pursed her lips and smiled. "Have you learned what it is now?"
Jack stared at the woman who looked so much like Betty and smiled. Her eyes opened wide at his frank gaze and his smile turned very serious. So often he had this dream and never wanted to give it up. So often he awoke to the shivers, feeling once again the loss of his youth. Today he looked forward, and for once he was truly happy to have dreamed this dream one more time. It wasn't a joyful torture today. It was a promise. It was a memory. It was so much more, but today he relished the idea of leaving it behind. Real life was better than a dream after all.
"Yes," he said and tipped his hat in her direction.
Then he opened his eyes for real and she faded away as she always did.


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Sports | February 22, 2021 6:00 am
Throwing Axes and Hatchets Proves Popular During the Pandemic
Which makes sense when you think about it
A man throws a hatchet at the Stumpy's House in Eatontown, New Jersey, on October 6, 2017.
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By Tobias Carroll @tobiascarroll
Many Americans have spent the last year in varying stages of quarantine, and have the prospect of more months like this to come. It can certainly inspire feelings of delirium, but it's also left plenty of people with copious amounts of stress to work out of their systems. All of which goes a long way to explain why some are venting their frustration in a time-honored way: by throwing axes and hatchets at inanimate objects.
A new article by Justin Peters at Slate chronicles the unlikely success story of hatchet-throwing chain Stumpy's Hatchet House. (Full disclosure: the original Stumpy's is located a stone's throw from my hometown.) Early on in the pandemic, the chain temporarily closed its locations. Now, those are back open, along with some new locations that opened their doors in the midst of the pandemic.
Peters attributes the success that Stumpy's and other similar businesses have had in the last year to a few simple factors. One is that running a hatchet-throwing space doesn't require a lot of expenses. The other? The venting alluded to earlier. Throwing a hatchet at a target might not spark a return to normalcy, but it's an understandable way to get frustration out of your system.
That we live in a world where throwing hatchets is a relatively safe activity during the pandemic can feel surreal at times. But it's less strange than it initially seems — and in some ways, tossing a hatchet or axe at a target might be one of the healthier coping mechanisms out there right now.
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Cornish, Mary; Spink, Lynn
How to form or build a union. Shows how to strength organizing drives by responding to the concerns of all workers, including women, immigrant workers, people of colour, workers with disabilities, leb...
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Volume 117, No. 7July, 2017
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When I was a child, the only musical entertainment in our house other than my mother's upright piano was an old Edison windup cylinder record player. We owned about a dozen cylinders, one of which was a 1917 World War One song by Emil Breitenfield called "The Last Long Mile." The chorus went:
Oh, it's not the pack that
you carry on your back
Or the Springfield on your shoulder,
Nor the five inch crust
of Clinton County dust
That makes you feel
your limbs are growing older,
And it's not the hike
on the hard turnpike
That wipes away your smile,
Nor the socks of sister's
That raise the blooming blisters,
It's the last long mile!
I learned that song around 1930. Some 80 years later, I read Doug Ramsey's excellent biography of Paul Desmond, in which I discovered that Paul's birth name was Breitenfield, and that Emil, – the composer of that song – was his father. How I wish I had known that fact while Paul was still with us! He always appreciated good jokes and stories, and I can hear him laughing as I imagine singing him his father's song.
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"Kathy Ridl is a fine violist/composer/arranger who also does excellent graphics work, and helps me with the CD covers for ScienSonic Laboratories. Last night she was making up a photo collage of musicians playing at the Lab, and I was bothered by the bright yellow foam ear plug that stuck out of Pat O'Leary's ear. I'm very much in favor of using earplugs, and wear them all the time myself, but this bright yellow thing sticking out of his head among the mostly brown colors was very distracting. Kathy tried to Photoshop it out, but couldn't get it to look natural. So I found another shot of Pat, without the earplug, and asked if she could just take that ear, or part of it, and drop it into the other shot…to which Kathy replied,
'I'm charging you extra for cartilage!' (She did the job, though, and it came out great!)"
In Westchester County, Ron LoPinto gets together regularly with several trumpet players who like to exchange stories. One of them told of a Christmas concert at the Garden City Cathedral back in the late 90s where Jerry Marshall and Joe Greco were performing Handel's Messiah with the Long Island Choral Society. Marshall was in the first chair, and they were all settled in comfortably, waiting for the downbeat, when Greco said to Marshall, "By the way, Bill Vacchiano is in the audience." (For those who don't know, Vacchiano was the supreme trumpeter and teacher of his day.) Reportedly, Marshall came out of his comfort zone quickly, and under that kind of pressure, did his best ever performance of that marvelous piece, later receiving kudos from Vacchiano.
Jason Ingram once got a call to play Sammy Davis Jr.'s show. Davis had just closed a two-week run at Harrah's Tahoe and planned to surprise the audience and Bill Harrah by showing up the next day, unannounced, as the opening act, in honor of Harrah's birthday. (Jason got the call because the trombonist who had just finished the two-week run wasn't available to play the extra show.) Jason was on the bandstand a half hour before the show, looking nervously through Sammy's four-inch-thick trombone book. George Roberts, the bass trombonist, tried to put him at ease by pointing out a few charts that he thought Sammy would perform. It was impossible to really prepare for the show because the conductor would just call out tunes as the rhythm section vamped. Roberts told Jason to relax and enjoy the experience. "These kind of opportunities don't come by every day." Jason took his advice and, as the audience went wild, he enjoyed what he says was a truly amazing show.
Years ago Kirby Tassos had a gig at a dinner theater that served wine. There was a refrigerator in the green room where the wine was stored in large cardboard boxes. At intermission Kirby would discreetly pour himself a glass, trying not to be seen by the producer or get busted for drinking on the job. One day, after a few trips to the green room that he thought had been undetected, the producer said, "Kirby, the next time you get up to get a glass of wine, would you get me one?"
Kirby also sent me another story about the great flutist Julius Baker: At one of his flute camps, Baker, age 80, played a Bach flute sonata and received thunderous applause. He replied, "Hey, you should have heard me when I was 75!"
Herb Gardner treasures the association he has had with many legendary older jazz musicians. But some people may have thought Herb was also one of the old guard. One lady came up to him and asked, "Didn't you die?"


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Arko Shaving Soap Review | Men Shaving Club
Last Updated on January 7, 2022 by Sam
Arko is the world's first vegan shaving soap and it leaves your skin feeling silky smooth with a lasting citrus scent. You can only get Arko via subscription, so be sure to give this new product a try before you buy!
The "arko shave stick" is a shaving soap that is produced by the company called Arko. The product was created with men in mind. This article reviews the product and gives some recommendations on how to use it.
If you're seeking for classic wet shaving products, Arko Shaving Soap is sure to capture your eye. This is a real shaving classic among all the new shaving lubricants for making wet shaving less of a headache for you. Continue reading to learn more about Arko Shaving Soap and what others have to say about it.
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Arko shaving soap will prepare your skin for the greatest shaving results, whether you've just switched to a straight razor or wish to avoid shaving cuts and nicks. If you have sensitive skin, this is crucial.
It's without a doubt one of the greatest traditional shaving lubricants for anybody who like wet shaving.
What sets this soap apart from the others is its convenient shaving stick, which aids in the creation of lather. Some individuals, however, believe that the price is a touch excessive, but that it is well worth it for a nice and safe shaving experience.
One of the few vintage-style lubricants with a classic 1960/1970 container design is Arko's shaving soap.
This shaving soap stick, the first wet shaving lubricant from the legendary Evyap brand, was invented over 50 years ago. Arko shaving soap has elements that can help you master the art of wet shaving with any cartridge, thanks to its Turkish brand history.
It's Arko's shaving stick that makes the soap a popular subject of conversation among wet shaving fans. Many guys like to employ the Arko stick to face technique because of the stick.
All you have to do is moisten the stick's end and massage it over your face without making a mess. This method not only aids in the production of sufficient lather, but it also extends the life of the soap.
In addition, the shaving stick is small and compact, making it ideal for bringing your wet shaving equipment on a vacation. The stick is wrapped in aluminum foil with an image of a smiling guy with his half-face covered in leather to capture the eye.
The soap's tallow basis makes it simple to whip up a lather, slide over the skin, and provide superb shaving results.
If you follow these guidelines, using the well-known stick-based Arko shaving soap is a breeze.
To begin, thoroughly moisten your face with cold water.
Apply a little amount of water to the end of the stick.
Gently rub the stick over the shaving area.
While stroking the stick in a back-and-forth motion, apply a little pressure.
Rub the stick on your face for 10-20 seconds until you've created adequate lather.
Cover the shaving soap stick with aluminum foil or tissue paper after each use and keep it safely. Ensure that the area is dry and that the stick is not wet.
For nearly 60 years, the iconic traditional shaving soap stick has ruled the shaving world.
It was created in Turkey by Evyap, a well-known Turkish shaving product manufacturer that also produces hundreds of other wet shaving products.
The Arko shaving soap stick is without a doubt the all-time favorite among traditional wet shaving fans who like the large amount of foam it produces. Furthermore, there are several factors to consider when it comes to the oldest and most popular shaving lubricant.
To be honest, most guys purchase shaving lubricants because they like the aroma. Shaving fans are befuddled when it comes to Arko shaving soap.
Some people describe the perfume as fresh and lemony, while others describe it as overpowering, smelling like urinal cakes or lemon. Arko, on the other hand, smells mostly like other soaps with a hint of fresh coconut oil.
The package is amusing. Yes, that's what people say when they see the hilarious man's face all frothy.
It comes in the shape of a shaving stick wrapped in attractively designed packaging, as you may know. The vivid red color of the package, as well as the prominent label that reads Arko Shaving Soap, make it stand out.
The lather quality of shaving soap may make or break a first impression. Making lather is not only simple, but it is also a one-time task, allowing you to begin shaving right away.
However, if you use the shaving stick incorrectly, you may not get the desired lather and it will take longer than the average of 10-20 seconds.
Quality comes at a cost. Some people think the Arko shaving soap is a touch pricey, while others think it's the most cost-effective high-quality shaving soap.
In any event, it lasts far longer than your normal shaving soap, which only lasts around 2-3 years when used regularly. It's also great for a close shave, something you won't get with other more costly shaving creams.
Aside from the price and packaging, this Arko shaving soap's lubrication makes it the greatest shaving soap stick for wet shaving.
You may produce three distinct kinds of lather, each with a different consistency, depending on your needs and tastes. Whether you use a rich creamy lather or a small layer of foam, it lubricates nicely and provides complete transparency when shaving, ensuring that you don't cut yourself.
The soap comprises some of the highest grade chemical components used at the industrial level, which gives it a powerful scent and a long-lasting impact.
Tallowate of potassium
Stearic Acid is a kind of fatty acid.
Cocoa Potassium
Palm Kernelate Sodium
Luquid Paraffinum
Titanium Dioxide is a mineral that is found in nature.
EDTA (tetrasodium EDTA)
Etidronic Acid is a kind of etidronic acid
Disodium Distrybiphenyl Disulfonate is a salt of distrybiphenyl disulfonate.
The soap is suitable for almost all skin types and, in particular, assists with close shaves on sensitive skin.
It produces a thicker lather than conventional shaving soaps, reducing the risk of unpleasant nicks and cuts. It's also an irritant-free shaving soap that won't irritate your skin if you moisten your face well before rubbing its stick on your face.
No, shaving with regular soap is not acceptable. This is due to the fact that it might dry up and clog your razor.
As a result, it's essential to use shaving soap, such as Arko shaving soap. This will guarantee that everything is done correctly and that you stay safe.
To lather Arko shaving soap, follow these steps:
You'll need a shaving soap dish or mug, as well as a shaving brush or applicator (the best choice) (like the back of your hand, fingers, etc).
If you're using an applicator, dampen it first before applying Arko Shaving Soap.
The soap should now be ready to use and lather.
No, you won't be able to shave without soap. Shaving without water or any moisturizing agent, such as soap, might cause your razor to shave unevenly, resulting in skin burns or wounds.
You may shave your pubes in the shower, of course. In reality, this is a fairly common strategy that offers several advantages. These advantages include:
It aids in the prevention of infections.
It allows you more time to recuperate before your pores seal.
It also helps to lessen the effects of razor burn and irritation in general.
To summarize, this Arko shaving soap stick outperforms the competition in terms of pricing, lubrication, performance, and lather. You won't find another shaving lubricant with this degree of excellence at such a low cost.
The "dollar shave club razors" is a subscription service that provides razor blades for men in exchange for a monthly fee. This is an excellent option for those who want to save money on shaving products and still get the quality they need.
Is Arko shaving soap good?
A: Arko, the maker of this shaving soap, is known for its quality and performance. It was voted the overall best soap in all of Spain by a local publication called Aqui y Ahora Magazine back in 2015.
What does Arko do?
A: Arko is a robot that has the ability to repair and build things. He also can be your friend, he likes having friends around him!
Is Arko Turkish?
A: Arko is a Turkish word meaning bear. It can also refer to an animated character in Pixars Monster University.
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In Defying the Odds, we discuss Trump's character. For his own ego, he seems bent on blowing up negotiations to keep the government open.
Eliana Johnson and Burgess Everett at Politico:
If the government shuts down on Friday, President Donald Trump's television habits may be partly to blame, according to two White House aides.
The president began the day on Thursday by blasting out a tweet that threatened to derail a GOP legislative package designed to keep the government open, arguing that the Children's Health Insurance Program, known by its acronym, CHIP, "should be part of a long-term solution, not a 30-day, or short-term, extension." But that is precisely the package House Speaker Paul Ryan was trying to persuade skeptical Republicans to agree to in order to keep the government open.
The Ryan deal had been discussed at length on "Fox & Friends," the president's favorite morning television program, in the hour before he sent the missive — and the aides immediately suspected that something on the program had prompted it. They also pointed to Trump's frustration over the comments made by his chief of staff, John Kelly, in a Fox News interview Wednesday evening, to explain his seemingly random eruption.
Host Brian Kilmeade suggested that chief of staff Kelly had gone soft on the border wall.
Moments after Kilmeade's remark about Kelly, for example, the president took to Twitter and delivered an apparent response. "We need the Wall for the safety and security of our country. We need the Wall to help stop the massive inflow of drugs from Mexico, now rated the number one most dangerous country in the world. If there is no Wall, there is no Deal!"
The Fox hosts discussed the impending shutdown at length, and the president appears to have come to the mistaken understanding that the short-term bill would fund CHIP for only 30 days, rather than the agreed-upon six years.
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14-year-old Zoe Smith has been dubbed the "strongest girl in Britain" after the 5'2, 126 pound girl lifted almost two thirds more than her body weight.
After lifting 210 lbs and taking home the gold at the Commonwealth Youth Games in Pune, India, Smith has been voted "Athlete of the Year" in her sport by the British Olympic Association, an award usually reserved for Olympians. Smith used to be a gymnast, but started weightlifting at the age of 12 when she was asked to make up the numbers for the weightlifting team for the London Youth Games. Since turning 13, she has set 98 British records and plans to compete in the 2012 Olympics in London, her home city. [Daily Mail, Telegraph]
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VH: 'Finding Dory', the sequel to Disney Pixar's 'Finding Nemo' will be released in 2015 with Ellen DeGeneres as the voice of Dory, a forgetful palette surgeonfish. 2003's Finding Nemo grossed US$921million at the cinema before becoming one of the world's most popular DVDs. Nemo's storyline follows Australian endemic species along the East Australian current to Sydney. Although not Australian-made, the franchise has put a priceless spotlight on Australian sensibilities and wildlife.
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ELLEN DeGeneres is going fishing again with a sequel to the animated blockbuster "Finding Nemo."
Disney and its Pixar Animation unit announced that DeGeneres will reprise her voice role for "Finding Dory."
The sequel is due out on November 25, 2015 and will be directed by Andrew Stanton, who also made "Finding Nemo."
"I have waited for this day for a long, long, long, long, long, long time," DeGeneres said.
"I'm not mad it took this long.
"I know the people at Pixar were busy creating 'Toy Story 16.' But the time they took was worth it.
"The script is fantastic. And it has everything I loved about the first one: It's got a lot of heart, it's really funny, and the best part is – it's got a lot more Dory."
The new film picks up about a year after the action of "Finding Nemo," with DeGeneres' forgetful fish Dory on her own adventure to reunite with loved ones.
According to Disney, the film will feature new characters along with familiar ones, including Nemo and his dad, Marlin, who was voiced by Albert Brooks.
There's no word yet from Disney on whether Brooks will reprise his voice role.
"Finding Nemo" was released in 2003 and took in $US921 million ($A888m) worldwide.
The movie was the first Pixar production to win the Academy Award for best animated feature after the category was added in 2001.
Pixar films have gone on to dominate, winning the Oscar seven years out of 12.
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Artwork by Jasper Johns. Contributions by Kirk Varnedoe. Text by Roberta Bernstein, Glenn Lowry.
New in Paperback The work of Jasper Johns occupies a key position in the art of the second half of the 20th century. Jasper Johns: A Retrospective is the most complete and authoritative book on the artist to date, containing 264 color plates illustrating his work in all its facets--paintings, drawings, sculptures, and prints. Accompanying essays review Johns' essential themes; analyze his many methods of referring to predecessor artists; and explore how his art has been viewed by other artists. The plates are arranged in sections according to the stages of Johns' career, allowing comparison of paintings, drawings, sculptures, and prints from each period of his art as it developed and changed. This comprehensive selection of reproductions is interwoven with an illustrated chronology tracing Johns' life and work with unprecedented accuracy and thoroughness. With its scholarly essays, chronology, and extensive bibliography, Jasper Johns: A Retrospective is the indispensable reference work on this crucially important artist. This volume was originally published to accompany the major exhibition of Johns' work held at The Museum of Modern Art, New York, in 1996-97.


Cristiano Ronaldo struck three minutes from time to earn the home side a share of the friendly spoils, cancelling out Kevin Strootman's first-half effort.
The record crowd of 29,021 packed into the Estádio Algarve were eventually rewarded for their support as Cristiano Ronaldo struck three minutes from time to earn a 1-1 draw with the Netherlands.
Kevin Strootman's 17th-minute strike and some fine goalkeeping from Michel Vorm looked to have earned victory for the Oranje when Ronaldo popped up following a corner to convert his 39th international goal.
The game therefore ended as it had begun, with Portugal making much of the running. The visitors looked to soak up the pressure and catch their hosts on the break and the policy bore dividends when Strootman, in an advanced position, received the ball and drilled a left-footed shot past goalkeeper Beto.
The blow rocked Portugal for a while as they struggled for ideas, though they so nearly equalised before the half-hour mark, Rúben Micael firing wide after finding a bit of space. Ronaldo did find the net before the interval but his effort was scrubbed off for offside – never mind, his time would come.
Arjen Robben and Robin van Persie continued to create problems but the home side began the second half confidently. Fábio Coentrão tested Vorm from an acute angle and Ronaldo asked rather more of the goalkeeper with a shot that forced a fantastic save. Still Paulo Bento's players pressed and eventually Ronaldo gave them and the stadium-record crowd their reward.


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You have probably heard of Linus Pauling. In 1962, at age 61, he received the Nobel Peace Prize in chemistry. He is best known for being an advocate and proponent of Vitamin C. He was ridiculed for his work by the scientists and doctors of his time, but his work has stood the test of time. He wrote a book called "How to Live Longer and Feel Better", he was 85 yrs old at the … [Read more...] about The Magic of This Lowly Vitamin
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Your immune system is your first line of defense against all diseases, especially infectious diseases such as viruses. The one mineral that plays a key role in your immune system's ability to fight off disease is Zinc. Zinc is vital for immune function and a key player in warding off viral infections and plays a vastly underrated role in fighting off the COVID-19 virus. … [Read more...] about Why You Need This Mineral Now…
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If you're older than fifty you probably remember the standard salt on the table was Morton's "iodized" salt. The U.S. was historically iodine-deficient prior to the early 1920s, particularly in the goiter belt region of the Great Lakes, Appalachians, and the northwestern area of the country. This was due to the effects of natural atmospheric processes. Following the successful … [Read more...] about Iodine and the Breast Cancer Connection
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Iodine, a critical mineral for the prevention of cancer, has been used for centuries. It was used as medicine then added to bread. Then, in 1948, iodine was suddenly thought of as dangerous and was removed from medical arsenals – as well as from our food in the 1970s. Politicians felt we could get enough iodine from iodized salt. Two things happened, we were told to reduce … [Read more...] about Iodine Deficiency and the Cancer Connection
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I know that is a scary question to ask. I'm sure you want to say, "absolutely", but how do you really know? You can have millions of cancer cells in the body but it's not enough to show up on a CT scan or an MRI. Where you told "we see no evidence of disease" and told we will "wait and watch?" I'm sure there was a feeling of relief but also a concern of "what if it comes … [Read more...] about Are You Sure Your Cancer Free?
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We are in the midst of the strangest times but one of the beautiful things about it is, we are back in our kitchens cooking!! Let's look at a beautiful whole food that most of us probably have in our kitchen, honey. I often get asked, "is honey the same as sugar?" The answer to that question is "NO!" Why You Should Ditch Sugar for Honey First, honey is a whole food and … [Read more...] about You Want This Whole Food In Your Diet
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Interesting COVID-19 Therapy
I haven't written about COVID-19 for a while. I've been waiting for some of the research to come forward with the cases that presented themselves. You are probably aware, the medical field has tried a multitude of pharmaceuticals and natural therapies with mixed results. I'm sharing one of the "standouts" in the natural therapy arena, Glutathione.
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The Iranian photographer presents 'The Hidden Law of Reason' and 'Years Long Gone' as part of his fourth solo exhibition at the Tehran gallery
Mehrdad Afsari's latest exhibition at Tehran's Mohsen Gallery is a testament to the Iranian photographer's commitment to exploring nature, memory and the possibilities and interpretation of the photographic image. He is chiefly concerned with capturing truth, both inspired by the landscape around him and drawing on his own memory, creating within these works both a personal and collective narrative that resonates within Iran and her people.
In his landscapes, Afsari pays homage to the late art critic, John Berger, who rejected traditional cultural aesthetics in favour of raising questions about the hidden ideologies that can exist in visual images. In fusing individual and collective memories, Asfari tries maintain a neutral stance, while encouraging the viewer to reach their own conclusion on whether photographs actively mirror or merely reflect reality. The distinction between the two, the active mirror and passive reflection, is something he consistently explores in his work.
Two collections will be on show in the Tehran space. In his Years Long Gone series, Afsari concentrates on photographing remote, isolated locations; possessing a bleak beauty, these are contemplative studies in stillness. The Hidden Law of Reason, however, takes a more human approach and considers the numerous ways in which we influence our environment, containing poignant undertones of the traces humans will eventually leave behind.
Mehrdad Afsari's Years Long Gone and The Hidden Law of Reason will be on display at Mohsen Gallery, Tehran, from 27 January until 15 February 2017. Mohsen.gallery
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First he's amazingly good at what he does. He's hilarious. And he's put together a great act.
But how did he get so famous so fast?
He's been doing it for a loooooong time. I first saw Jeff at the Comedy Magic Club in Hermosa Beach some 25 years ago. He was somewhat famous then.
But he now has his own show with signature routines that everyone knows from his Cable specials.
What people don't think about, is that he is a master at MARKETING DURING HIS SHOW. This is where most entertainers fall short.
I counted fourteen (14) times that they said Jeff Dunham. And seven (7) times that peanut said "dot com". I think there were more.
Do you think that every single person that has seen his show, either live or on tv, remembers his name? The answer, of course, is yes. And how many people went to his website right after the show and joined his fan club?
How do YOU market during your show?


Owning a gun saved this woman's life.
SIERRA VISTA – An 82-year-old woman takes matters into her own hands after she's attacked in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Sierra Vista.
Police said the suspect Stephen Prickett beat the woman with her own cane until she grabbed her gun from her purse and started firing.
After a few days in the hospital, she's out and told News 4 all about it.
Wal-Mart employees came to her rescue and police weren't far behind.
The victim said owning a gun isn't for everyone but added with the proper training it's a good idea particularly for elderly people like her that are becoming victim's more and more often.
The suspect was arrested shortly after the attack. He's facing multiple charges including attempted murder.
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For seven years (2007-2014), Toyota actually offered an SUV that could give the Wrangler a run for its off-road money. But lackluster sales led to its elimination, leaving the Wrangler to its own devices once again. Well, at the New York Auto Show, the Japanese automaker has revealed a new concept that look as if it may be a preview of a new Wrangler competitor.
Ladies and gents, meet the new FT-4X Concept. While this off-roading crossover's casualcore (instead of hard-core) attitude may eliminate it from the running for many Wrangler buyers, it is aimed directly at the millennial crowd that enjoys comfortable on-road driving with the occasional off-road ventures.
The FT-4X's designers used an "X theme" when designing this new, rugged crossover. From the side angle, you can see a distinct "X" look with the door handle falling in the center. The rear end also has an "X" look to it.
The FT-4X sits on 18-inch wheels wrapped in 225/55R18 Goodyear All-Season rubber. It stands 63.9 inches tall, 71.7 inches wide, 167.3 inches long, and it rides on a 103.9-inch wheelbase. This makes it slightly longer than the Wrangler, but shorter in height and narrower. Toyota also highlights "generous" approach and departure angles, but failed to reveal specifics.
Inside, Toyota calls the FT-4X's cabin a "rolling gear box." While there are no pictures of the cabin, Toyota was quite descriptive, saying it is an open-concept interior and has color-coded storage areas: blue is close storage and orange is open storage. In the hatch area, there are two boxes for additional storage, one box is warm and the other is cold, allowing occupants to keep gear and snacks warm or cold. There are also USB ports in the armrests, door handle that double as water bottles, a ceiling-mounted flashlight, and more.
There is also a unique cargo zone in the hatch area. The floor is completely flat and has topside tracks to secure cargo. There is also a deep storage compartment underneath the floor for additional space.
The FT-4X's powertrain remains a bit of a mystery, but Toyota did give up a little info. It draws its power from a small-displacement four-cylinder engine. It also boasts a mechanical four-wheel-drive system with a selectable low range for those off-road jaunts.
For now, the Toyota FT-4X is just a concept, but I could see this eventually spawning a production model. Stay tuned for updates on this rugged crossover.


The third Sunday of each month can only mean one thing; it's time for the Briarbank's Sunday Jazz.
Visit the Briarbank Bar and Brewery on Sunday 21st April and enjoy an afternoon of live jazz from some great musicians. This month John Parker will be joined by keyboard player Nigel Virley and making their first Briarbank appearance Owen Morgan on bass and Trevor Tailor on drums.
Plus, our Easter beer festival will also be running. So why not stop by, sample some of our real ales and craft beers and enjoy a Sunday afternoon of live jazz. Entry is free, and we will also be serving our food menu between 12.00 – 21:00. Our monthly jazz falls on the third Sunday of every month, at 1.30pm.