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2018-19 College basketball preview, TV schedule
The Indiana Hoosiers and Penn State Nittany Lions play in a game serving as a strong litmus test for their Big Ten aspirations.
TV schedule: Tuesday, December 4, 7:00 PM ET, BTN
Location: Bryce Jordan Center, University Park, Pennsylvania
The top and bottom of the Big Ten are fairly clear as the conference embarks on their league schedule. The nebulous middle of the conference is where things become particularly intriguing.
The Indiana Hoosiers and Penn State Nittany Lions both occupy that space, hoping to emerge as something more by the time March rolls around.
Both teams opened conference play with close games, one finding victory, the other defeat.
Despite an NIT championship last year, Penn State coach Pat Chambers entered this season on the hot seat – it was an NIT championship after all, not an NCAA championship.
Losses to DePaul and Bradley didn't help his case, but a road victory over the previously undefeated Virginia Tech Hokies in the ACC/Big Ten Challenge gave the Nittany Lions one of the best true road wins in the country to this point.
Still, they lost their Big Ten opener to Maryland, starting conference play behind the 8-ball.
Indiana began the season with decent-sized expectations, largely brought on by the arrival of future first-round pick Romeo Langford.
Big wins at the beginning of the season – including a dominant win over an NCAA Tournament-bound Marquette squad – blew the hype out of the water for this Hoosiers team. Duke put them back in their place with a 21-point blowout.
Indiana managed to pull out a tight victory over Northwestern, part of a winning weekend where the Hoosiers also secured a top 2019 recruit.
Happy Valley is a misnomer of a name for Penn State's home dojo, though. It can be quite a hostile crowd for all comers, especially conference foes.
Next: 8 takeaways from the first month of the season
Indiana has a talented roster, but stopping Lamar Stevens is a task too large for most teams – Hoosiers included.
Prediction: Penn State 69 – Indiana 66
College football bowl games today: Predictions, picks, odds, lines, schedule for New Year's Day
No. 8 Penn State Nittany Lions vs. Michigan State Spartans: 2018 Game Preview

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CNN Cuts 100 Jobs as Ratings Plummet
Embattled left-wing news outlet rumored to axe large number of employees
Embattled hyper-partisan news outlet CNN is rumored to be axing over 100 jobs as the cable network struggles with plummeting viewing figures.
CNN reporter Brian Stelter confirmed that "about 100 people opted for" – what he called – "voluntary buyouts throughout the organization" in a bid to quash swirling rumors of involuntary job cuts, claiming there are "no layoffs."
The rumors suggest that CNN is actually planning to cut up to 300 jobs, however, with "many being older employees with years at the network," according to a Monday report.
FTVLive, a website that monitors the television industry, is reporting that "just under 200 people will be pink slipped and just over 100 will be offered a buyout."
Staffers are reportedly calling the cuts a "massive brain drain" due to the large number of veteran employees being given pink slips.
There's a rumor making the rounds today about big impending layoffs at CNN. A CNN spokeswoman is knocking it down on the record: "No layoffs." There WERE voluntary buyouts throughout the organization, and about 100 people opted for it.
— Brian Stelter (@brianstelter) May 6, 2019
Despite the public spin on the wording, buyouts are widely considered layoffs with some compensation attached.
According to Breitbart, "voluntary buyout" is just corporatespeak for "layoff."
Generally, if "buyouts" aren't accepted by enough employees, layoffs follow.
For all we know, CNN could have offered these 100-plus employees $1 just to call it a buyout.
If CNN refuses to tell the truth about its own layoffs, about something so obvious, you can only imagine the lies CNN is willing to tell about things that actually matter.
In worse news, Deadline reports [emphasis added] that "more than 100 seasoned workers at the cable news network" lost their jobs — meaning veterans, old hands, those who have been around a while.
Deadline also makes clear that these "buyouts" are layoffs because CNN's new parent company AT&T is looking to restructure and reduce debt.
Deadline adds [emphasis added], "The buyouts are consistent with similar offerings at HBO and Turner and will see dozens of seasoned employees leave the news brand." So…
It is only "dozens" at other divisions, but CNN got hit with "more than 100."
Also of interest is the news that some of CNN's broadcast operations have moved to Hudson Yards in Manhattan.
Here's a Google Map of that location, which once again proves CNN does not believe in Global Warming.
If CNN truly believed sea levels are about to rise, why move right on the water?
This is just more bad news for a cable channel that lost 25 percent of what had already been a minuscule audience after the Mueller Report debunked the Russia Collusion Hoax, which dominated the basement-rated channel's programming for two years.
In fact, ever since CNN chief Jeff Zucker took over, the last-place channel has gotten every major story of the last five-plus years completely wrong:
Throughout the country, due to its bias and fake news, the one-time Most Trusted Name In News is now widely seen as a joke, a national punchline, shorthand for everything that's gone wrong with the establishment media.
On top of its biases, partisan delusions, big and small lies, and bizarre moments (e.g. wondering aloud if a passenger plane was swallowed by a black hole), CNN also has a dangerous edge.
CNN launches almost daily hate campaigns against its political enemies on the right — most especially Trump, his supporters, and gun owners (including rape victims) — and openly encourages and embraces political violence and conspiracy theories to achieve its left-wing goals.
Throughout last month, CNN averaged only 767,000 prime time viewers, less than a third of the 2.4 million who tuned into Fox News.
Nevertheless, even though fewer than one million people watch the fake news network, the cable TV game is rigged so that 90 million subsidize CNN.
[RELATED] CNN's Chris Cuomo Says Antifa is 'a Good Cause'


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Update on Planning Inspector's examination of Eastleigh's Local Plan
ADD UPDATE, 8 December 2019: The Planning Inspector's examination of the Eastleigh Local Plan has now adjourned until 8 January 2020. ADD would like to thank the hundreds of people who demonstrated at the Botleigh Grange Hotel to show their support on 22 November. It was a great turnout when you consider the difficult timing (8.30am on Friday), the lack of parking space and the lousy weather. There was considerable media interest with both main local TV channels, Radio Solent, Wave 105, the Daily Echo, Hampshire Chronicle and Eastleigh News providing coverage.
Turning to the examination itself, it has been an intense couple of weeks for ADD and our advisers, but we feel we have made our case effectively. Christa Masters, the Planning Inspector, has listened carefully to the many people presenting their critical views of the Plan.
She can be congratulated for her thorough knowledge of all the mountains of papers relating to the Plan, her control of the examination and attention to detail in the way she takes Eastleigh Borough Council to task over their responses. There have been some interestingly long silences as Eastleigh scrabble around for answers to her calm but keen questioning.
ADD's barrister and planning consultants have been incisive in their probing of Eastleigh's evidence and the reasons why the two options (B/C and Allington Lane) have not been properly compared. In this they have been ably abetted by Caroline Dibden of the Campaign to Protect Rural England and ADD chair John Lauwerys.
We were especially pleased that Professor David Sear of Southampton University could testify to the damage that the development would in his view cause the River Itchen, a direct contradiction of the case presented by Eastleigh. He is a world expert on chalk streams, and his evidence will be particularly hard to counter.
The Inspector will have several months after the end of January to reach her conclusions on the soundness of Eastleigh's Plan, so it is of course far too early to have any sense of her decision. However, we believe we are putting up a strong case. We are, of course, hugely grateful to ADD's supporters whose financial contributions have made it possible to acquire the necessary professional support.
The examination reopens at 9.30am on 8 January at the Botleigh Grange Hotel (details here). Members of the public who wish to attend are free to do so.
In the meantime, we wish all our supporters a very Happy Christmas and New Year.
Your ticket for the: Update on Planning Inspector's examination of Eastleigh's Local Plan


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New American Legends
Stories for a New Generation
The Last Dragon by Ben O'Hara
Posted on June 6, 2019 June 5, 2019 by NewAmericanLegends
We'd lashed it down with chains. The links were like thick arms coiled together, pinning the beast down. Despite the rock beneath our boots, we'd managed to hammer huge nails through the ends so that it couldn't move. Its mouth, for obvious reasons, was tightly secured so that it could barely open it an inch, although it had killed two of our men with one last defiant gout of flame from its nostrils, skin melting off their faces like candle wax. We couldn't do anything about blocking those, so we ensured that under no circumstances did we walk within their vector, although I reckoned that our leader, Egil, wanted nothing more than to gloat before it.
Several hunting parties had been tracking it for days, all of them under Egil's command. When the dragon and the remainder of its kind had flown as high in the sky as they could go, all had dropped limply back through the clouds, and if they weren't corpses then they certainly were when they landed, each impact like the aftershock of an earthquake.
All except this one. It had regained consciousness and then control of its descent, but the effort had been costly. Egil had seen the opportunity and, wherever it had landed, a party had been ready to harass it away with arrows and barbed spears. Eventually, as planned, it had been too exhausted to take flight again, crashing into the mountainside in an explosion of scree before coming to a crumpled halt on a flat outcropping where Egil's own party had been waiting.
It was a great cause of debate as to why the dragons had done such a bewildering thing. Where had they thought that they could go? Egil, at least, seemed to have it figured out.
"It's obvious," he'd insisted in that grating voice of his, his breath blasting me in the face and smelling as though something had died inside his mouth. "They looked up at the sun and grew jealous of its power; so they wanted to usurp it and assert dominion over us all."
We'd been hastily making our way up the mountain path, a precipitous drop on one side and the wind whistling in our ears. Egil had had to roar above it and the stricken cries of the dragon as it neared the end of its last flight.
"It is arrogance, arrogance that killed their kind. The arrogance to believe they were better than us. And in punishment the Gods burned their wings and made their home their grave."
Looking at the dragon now, its wings were soot black but not from being charred. They were that colour anyway. I examined them more closely, looking at the bone structure beneath the skin, the horns along the top of each wing. Most of all, I marvelled at the size of them. They must be large enough to cast an entire settlement into shadow. I was still dumbstruck that we'd managed to capture it, despite how weak it'd been.
Everybody in the hunting party believed themselves to be a great warrior, even the runts who had the temerity to declare the fluff on their peach coloured cheeks as beards, but they were all cowed by Egil's brutish strength and ferocity. It emanated from him like ripples in the air, a dark energy. His eyes, as black as volcanic rock, his huge double-bladed axe, and his tangled brown and yellow locks which seemed to writhe down his back merely affirmed it. He'd been hunting dragons for years, under contract from the mayors of different towns who cited the "issue" the winged beasts caused them: from breakfasting on babies to lunching on livestock, or simply just terrorising their peace-loving folk.
"Dragons see themselves as above us, they see it as a service to cull humanity. So, you know what? We culled back harder, and what they didn't reckon on was this."
We'd been in the local town's tavern prior to the hunt; Egil had drained the rest of his tankard, ale soaking his matted beard before he leant over the table towards me, tapping his head and grinning.
"Nothing is more deadly than the human mind. The dragons believed that they need look no further than their physical attributes: their size, their ability to fly at great speed, to breathe fire and wreak death and destruction. How foolish they were. We are pioneers, Birger. Whatever challenges we face, we rise to them. We forged metal arrowheads to pierce their tough skin, barbed spears to anchor in their flesh. We learned what was required to bring them down out of the sky so that they may face our justice. If only we knew how to douse their flames as well!"
At that Egil had barked with laughter. Men like him relished the thrill of murdering something so large and powerful. It made them feel mighty. Men like him boasted of slaying the biggest dragon anybody had ever seen, a subject often fiercely contested in establishments such as the one we'd been in. But now Egil could boast something else- he'd slew the last one.
But there was a reason why we'd chained it to the ground. It was going to provide a litany of other uses before it met its death, and all for one purpose.
"GOLD!" roared Egil triumphantly, pounding his fist against the dragon's huge, scaled chest which was rising and falling now with less fury but more a grim acceptance of its fate. "So much gold, Birger, riches beyond any man's wildest dreams!"
He wasn't wrong. I put my own hand against the dragon, feeling slightly dizzy at something this big being alive and something which I could lay my palm against. After the dragon was killed, the skin I was touching right now would be used to make handbags and even dresses which the most famous actresses in the travelling theatre productions would vie for. Its flesh would go for ten times the price of the usual meat on offer at town markets. Many young men competing for female attention had also bought into the rumour perpetuated by sly tradesman that dragon horns, when powdered and consumed, offered a significant boost to virility.
"But Egil has no need of that!" he'd bellowed on that same night in the tavern, slapping the barmaid's arse so hard as she walked past that she toppled over with a squeal.
And this was the last one, so the goods wrought from it would fetch an even higher price. Not only that, Egil could see another way of profiting from that fact. He beat his fist into the dragon's stomach again and ground his rotten teeth together.
"We shall parade it before we kill it, the crowds will gather to watch us cart this monstrous beast down the streets to see the very last dragon and its conqueror, Egil Dragon Slayer, riding triumphantly upon its back. It will whimper in its chains knowing that it was bested not only by its hubris, but by me."
And he kicked the dragon, bellowing with delight.
"Oh Birger, we're going to enjoy the grandest of celebrations tonight!"
We'd set up camp around the dragon. The transport required to bring it back down would have to wait until sunrise to make its way up to us, the mountain passes too treacherous to be braved in the dark.
"Meat and mead!" boomed Egil.
The majority of us had travelled lightly in order to maintain a relentless pursuit of the dragon on tough terrain, but Egil had still insisted on some men being heavily laden with enough supplies for us to be able to feast well after and toast our glory in the shadow of the beast itself.
The skies darkened rapidly but, somehow, I sensed that shadow still lingering over us, heavy with despair. It didn't seem to permeate the psyche of the men at all, or if it did they were derisory towards it. We were in smaller groups round several fires, but there was strong sense of camaraderie between everyone. Felling the dragon had been a collective effort, and it had bonded them. The mead caused swift inebriation and they tore into cooked chicken and slabs of pork dripping with fat doggedly, conversing raucously.
Night finally asserted its full dominion. By the light of the crackling fire I chewed my food more slowly and kept to myself. I was positioned with the dragon on my left and, occasionally, I was sure I could hear its laboured breathing, restricted by the chains muzzling it. Its presence was a pressure in my mind, and I was caught between fighting the urge to turn around and desperately not wanting to.
It felt as though the celebrations would never end, as if the dragon's pain would be eternal. I knew that it must be dwelling on what was to come and contemplating its impending humiliation and the extinction of its species.
What did it feel like, I wondered, to know that you were the last of your kind, and that your kind was condemned to die, to become mere memory to those that had ruined you, before eventually you were forgotten even by them, and certainly the world, where night and day would continue their daily transition undisturbed.
Finally, the men all succumbed to the soporific effects of fatigue, mead and meat. I curled up on the edge of the circle around my fire, quivering against the sudden chill in the air, or perhaps for a different reason. The flames had died down and the only noises to be heard were the snores of the men and the dragon wheezing as though out of breath.
When I was sure that everybody was indeed fast asleep, I rose unsteadily to my feet. Egil was closer to the centre fire, his barrel like stomach rising and falling, his axe within arm's reach.
Finally, I faced the dragon.
It had taken me a long time to ingratiate myself with these barbarians and to convince them that I was one of them. There'd been many times when I'd thought that I'd forgotten who I was, but my sense of morality and duty had prevailed in the end. I came from a smaller, separate country which had to tolerate its uncouth, uncivilised neighbours. Unlike them, we viewed the world as something to cherish, something we must not mine and pillage but with which we must strive for synchronicity.
All life was precious, but the dragon was the most revered of all. We'd always been aware of the tragic misconceptions of their kind, lies sparked by men like Egil to legitimise their slaughter, insolent flames fanned until they became seen as truth and humanity was ablaze with hatred. People forgot that it was the dragon who'd resided in the grasslands before they built their settlements there and that it was they who'd struck them first, not the other way around. They were unaffected by the devastation to dragon families because they didn't acknowledge that such a concept existed between them. The dragon had no soul; it was an aggressor to be killed without regret or a commodity which just happened to have a beating heart.
When we'd seen its kind, however, we'd seen something we must love, not destroy, and then we'd seen something which had to be rescued, as despairingly it was not native to our land. As a small country we had not the strength nor power to prevent the onslaught, so it was warriors like me who'd been sent to infiltrate the hunting parties and snatch whatever opportunity might present itself to do good by dragons, to guide them to a place where they'd be safe. Our task was fraught with peril and difficultly from the start. Not a single dragon had made it to ours lands, and the majority of our men had been compromised; maimed if they were lucky, killed otherwise.
Whether there were any others left I didn't know, but they didn't matter now, because I was the only one in this hunting party, and this here was the last dragon.
I pulled out my short-hafted axe, noting the presence of the sole guard by the dragon's chained down tail. He was turned away, gazing tiredly down the mountain path. By the flickering firelight I crept closer, checking the turf beneath so that I didn't crunch down on any stones. I was distinctly aware that the dragon's eye had opened, its highly attuned hearing sensing me where the guard had not.
When I'd drawn near there was a split second where I thought that he'd surely turn round, my presence realised. But he didn't, and it was all too easy for me to clasp one hand over his mouth and use the other to draw the blade across his throat. I held his jerking body tightly as I eased it down, waiting until his life had drained away.
I had trained for this, and I knew that my entire life had been destined for this moment. I eased my way back round the dragon, its body rising above me as tall as six men stood atop one another. Then, my heart in my mouth, I edged round until I was in front of it.
Quite literally being in the line of fire was a gesture of trust. I got down on one knee, conveying my respect, my sorrow, and requesting an audience. I wanted to close my eyes and pray that I wasn't swiftly about to become a pile of ash, but I forced myself to make eye contact. My execution of the guard was not necessarily a guarantee that I was an ally. I just might be another callous human with his own agenda.
At first, I thought I spotted wariness in its eyes. They glowed like lamps in the dark, a single dark slit marking its pupil in each one. Then, with a heart wrenching grief, I realised that I had misread them. What I saw was resignation, even though what I had just done had been entirely unexpected. There was no burgeoning sense of hope; the idea of it had been utterly extinguished.
When several moments passed and I realised with relief that it wasn't going to kill me, I approached slowly. Another common misconception was that dragons conversed with speech much like we did, and that they just didn't deign to use it with us because they viewed us as a lesser species. Not so. Dragons communicated via telepathy, far more nuanced than our rudimentary, regimented words. A dragon could transfer exactly what it was thinking and feeling directly to another. There was never a risk of misinterpretation.
I couldn't converse on that level with it, but by coming into contact we could maintain an understanding. For me, it would be an out of body experience, as though I was communicating with something spiritual, an entity which transcended the prison of flesh. For the dragon, it would be like talking to a small child.
I stopped, an inch from its mottled green and red scales. If it could open its jaws, it'd swallow me with as much ease as Egil could a strip of salted meat. Any sense of fear, however, was utterly superseded by awe.
I placed my hand on its head.
The kaleidoscope of colours I was thrust into almost overwhelmed me. As though in response they became mellower, less lurid. I felt as though I was floating, as though I'd left one dimension behind and had entered another, a space purely reserved for the two of us. Me and her.
Her. I thought I'd recognised the dragon was a female when we'd brought it down, but now I was sure. Suddenly I felt an onrush of self-loathing and guilt as I remembered that, and how I'd had to partake in it to maintain my cover. The colours signified everything they needed to; her pain and her grief, both so potent that she was rendered apathetic under the chains. She was exhausted, an empty shell, and her heart beat with less vigour than it should, as though it was sick, which indeed it was. Sick with loss rather than disease.
Back in my world, I was sure, tears were pouring down my cheeks.
It's ok, said her voice inside my head.
It was quiet, sombre. I felt my heart wrench again.
It's not ok. Everything that has happened to you, to your species…it's a travesty.
There was a pause as she deliberated over what to say next.
My name is Birger. What is yours?
I don't have a name…not in the sense that you do…but if you must call me something, call me Astrid.
Astrid…I paused, as though mulling it over on my tongue, although I no longer had any sense that I had a tongue, or a body at all.
Birger, what is your purpose?
To rescue you.
For the first time, I felt as though there was a physical entity, but only for a moment. I felt it stir.
To rescue me? Said Astrid, bewildered.
We are not all alike, us humans, I said bitterly. It is true, I roamed with these beasts, but only for so long as it took to make them believe that I was one of them. Now, I can reveal myself again. I come from a place where these sorts of men are seen as abhorrent, where their beliefs are seen as heresy, their understanding of the beauty of our world as woeful. I am that place's agent, and I have come to set you free.
I felt that stir again, and this time I gauged what it was. Suspicion, then the dismal realisation that it had felt a spark of hope before fighting it back down. For a moment I felt panicked, lost, but then I realised that, if I opened myself up to her enough, I could show her that I wasn't lying.
I imagined my country as hard as I possibly could, and I felt her receive it all, each image authenticated because it so clearly had the stamp of memory. I was six years old again, running after my father through the grass, the blades so high that they tickled my ears and made me shriek with laughter. Then I visualised the earthen mounds we'd made our homes, and once again I smelt my mother's stew wafting through the open doorway. I saw my wife, tears rolling down her pale cheeks as she waved me away on my sacred mission, her grey blue eyes swimming like pebbles on a streambed. Behind her our country's flag rippled in the wind, it made the red dragon emblazoned upon it look as though it was flying.
I stopped, re-entering our world of colour. Everything seemed to beat faster now, because she'd felt everything I'd experienced in those moments, she'd felt that multitude of emotion as though it had been her own. And, instantly, a bond of absolute trust was solidified. And then her voice, grief stricken, came again.
We never knew of your existence…all we'd ever known were the plains, until the humans built their settlements and towns and drove us into these barren peaks.
You would be venerated there, I said, choked despite having no throat. You would be loved.
It is too late, Astrid despaired. My kind is finished. I am the last. We tried to fly through the sky, tried to find a new world, but all we found was a quicker death…for the majority of us anyway. But not for me. I am left to grieve our end.
Why did you do it? I asked, unable to help myself, yearning to know.
Because our Queen insisted. We told her that there must be other places in this world, even though we felt as though we'd travelled far enough to find them. But she demanded it, and she was our Queen, so we followed. "The sky is an illusion," she said. "For the fiery God in the sky is too great to shine upon just one world. If we go to it now, if we offer ourselves wholly to it, it will surely take us to a new one, and there we shall find peace."
But what we found was death, Astrid continued, a tremor in her tone. We flew up and up and up, and everything became darker, colder, the air thinner. But we kept going; we kept going because our Queen had ordered it of us and because we believed that it was a test of our will. We'd been through enough struggle, enough strife, but we needed to show our God of fire how much we wanted to leave our world and become part of a new one.
But there was none, I said for her when she fell silent.
No…she said in barely a whisper. There was no new world, and the exertion drove consciousness from all of my kind. In a way I envy them, because they would not have felt any pain when they landed. But also I don't, because their last thought would have been the realisation that we'd failed.
Why did your Queen demand you do such a thing? I asked, ignoring the crippling sorrow her revelation had wrought upon me.
Because her children were slain, said Astrid simply.
It would be enough to drive any living thing to madness, to question everything about their reality. I thought of my wife again, and our child growing in her belly, and my connection with Astrid was almost broken, my consciousness being pulled back to my body as it felt the urge to physically sob, to despair.
Rescuing me is futile. There is no hope for the dragon, said Astrid.
There is hope! Where there is life, there is hope…And I'm getting you out of here, I insisted fiercely.
I felt her urge to fight back, her flare of anger in red hot pulses. It was her hopelessness insisting that she accept extinction. But then an even greater anger fought back, its ire directed away from me.
You're wrong, there is no hope. I am the last, and therefore the dragon population cannot continue…but…but maybe I shall not let my kind die meekly, at the hands of these monsters…I should not become their puppet, their plaything to laugh at before they cut me into pieces and put those pieces to dishonourable use.
Then, suddenly, she voiced some concern.
What will happen to you, if you break my chains?
I felt touched beyond words that she should care for my fate; this man who looked the same as so many of her kind's tormentors. But then again, I'd shown her all that I was. In one conversation, she'd come to know me as well as she'd known all of her brothers and sisters, her deceased family.
I am expendable, it is your fate that matters, I thought, the words coming with difficultly as I thought of my wife. How far along would she be now? Could, perhaps, my child even be born? Was he or she resting in their mother's arms, gurgling happily and reaching up for the stars?
You were given a higher task, a task beyond yourself and your family. You have found yourself responsible for the survival of an entire species. No matter your love, duty and the greater good are oblivious to it. You must serve, another voice told me.
What about your country? If these people know that I'm there, will they not attack? Asked Astrid.
They know who we are, and they know what we've been trying to do, I said. To them we have been a pest, unworthy of attention. That might change. But if it does, and they turn aggressor, then we are ready to defend ourselves.
We certainly were. My country sat within a mountain range which formed a curving natural barrier on all sides, a tight embrace to lock it within its protective arms. Attacking our neighbours had never been an option, and so we had always been a reluctant trade partner, but any attack by them would be costly. We could defend the passes for years if need be, with ten times less men.
Then we would see if they have the stomach for so much blood, I thought savagely.
I felt Astrid shift, whether in approval or disapproval I wasn't sure. I couldn't be sure whether she wanted her kind's near vanquishers to suffer, or whether she'd suffered so much that she was now sick of suffering, no matter upon whom it was inflicted.
Suddenly I forced myself to think of home again, of the way I'd taken here, of the various ways Astrid could fly there, avoiding the largest human settlements. When I was finished, I knew immediately that she'd seen it all and had understood, because I felt her gratitude seep into me and, I realised with a soaring sensation, renewed strength, renewed hope.
So now for the chains…
I maintained my connection with her, but I was visualising the scene where our physical bodies resided. The stakes were driven into the ground deeply through Astrid's chains; it would take too long to pry them loose and would create too much noise. That left severing the links as my only option, which would of course create even more noise but would be quicker. If I could cut enough of them in time then Astrid would be set free, and whatever happened to me at that point was an irrelevance. I would fight, of course, I would hold on to any chance I could to get home, but I knew the odds. I'd accepted them.
No, she said, and with a jolt I realised that she'd read my mind. I will bend my wing and you shall climb up.
I…I began, before stalling, seeing my wife's swimming eyes again, hearing the cries of a child that was mine. I caved in.
I pictured the short-hafted axe I still had in my hand, dripping with the guard's blood. I realised with a rising sense of nausea that it wasn't going to be sufficient. It would take several blows just to break one chain, and that wasn't going to be good enough. There was only one weapon which would enable me to do it with one swing, and thereby give myself the best chance of freeing Astrid quickly.
Egil's axe…
In that moment we both sensed it was time. I felt her hesitate and then the tenderness of her sentiment, the emotions of an entire species behind it, made my heart melt in agony.
I broke the connection, imagining my mind lurching back into…
It worked. I staggered backwards like a drunk, fighting to keep my balance as my brain felt as though it had been rapidly replaced inside my skull. I took several seconds to regain my composure, breathing the air, smoky from the fires, and checking to see that all the men were still asleep.
They were. I looked at Astrid and her eyes were wide, studying me keenly. I nodded.
Egil was slumbering face up, his lips curled in a snarl as he was no doubt enjoying the throes of some sadistic dream. His fingers rested on the handle of his axe. I went over, bent down and, gently, slipped the handle of my short axe under them and carefully extricated his much larger weapon. I expected his eyes to burst open, furious and promising blood. But they remained closed and then I was upright with it in my grasp. I was sorely tempted to bring it back down on his skull, but I couldn't. That would be a wasted blow. I wasn't going to get many.
I walked round to Astrid's back. It made sense to free her that way, because then she would more quickly be able to use her stronger back legs to push off the ground or use them to wriggle out of whatever chains I didn't get the chance to cut. I put my hand on her scales and felt the warmth of her circulation beneath them. I felt some echo of the world we'd shared, a whisper of her voice inside my head.
Ready.
I stood above the chain and raised the axe. There was a second where the world seemed to take a deep breath and the fires crackled in anticipation. I thought of my wife and child.
I swung the axe down and sheared through the metal with a shrill cry that sent my heart pounding inside my ears. I heard the sounds of alarmed grumbles as several of the men awoke, fighting against the sluggishness of mead induced slumber. I'd already leapt for the next chain and brought the axe crashing down. Behind me I sensed Astrid's tail rise into the air with a great, sinuous movement.
Third chain. The broken end almost lashed me in the head as it broke away and I moved on to the next one. How many more could I do? How many more did I need to do?
Fourth chain. Astrid's back legs were free. She bunched them up underneath her body, ready to power up.
Fifth chain. I'd had to be careful not to cut a hole through her leathery wings. I had to duck nimbly as they unfurled like the sails of some huge ship. I heard several cries of surprise as men were forced to dive out of their way. I heard the clatter of them retrieving weapons, heard cries of rage which could only be directed towards me.
Sixth chain. Her front legs would be free soon. Surely, she would be able to wriggle out from her bonds when I cut the next one, surely…
I knew it was him. I felt the stink of his breath burn my eyes before I saw that his face was in mine, his rotten teeth bared. With a roar I saw him draw back my short axe, with me holding his above my head, unable to bring it down in time.
I was on the floor. My hands were on my chest. I pulled my fingers away and saw them covered with blood. The axe head was buried beneath them. When I tried to breathe I found that my throat was already flooded. Egil barely blinked as I choked and a spray hit him in his face. Now I was in another world, and it was shared just between us, and his eyes were telling me that this was the one I was going to die in.
I sensed something finally break free and with a quaking of the earth fly up into the air. Egil's face slackened. With my eyes swimming I looked up at the dark hulk of Astrid, I felt the beat of her wings buffeting my face, I heard the fires extinguish and all that was left was that mighty presence looming above us all in the darkness. I heard the distant rattle as she pointed her nose down and shook off the final chains from around her mouth. I heard the ecstatic snap of bone as she opened her jaws wide and let out a furious lament for her kind.
And then there was a new fire, and it burned inside her mouth, and I heard the men scream and Egil bellow and felt myself smile before she wreathed us all in fiery vengeance.
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The damaging effects of air pollution
Data recently released by King's College, London shows the devastating impact on people's health of air pollution.
The study, by researchers at King's College in conjunction with UK100, a network of local leaders, revealed that on days when air pollution is higher than normal, more cardiac arrests and hospitalisations are triggered as a result.
The survey shows that hundreds of children and adults suffer out-of-hospital cardiac arrests, or are being sent to hospital as a result of strokes and severe asthma attacks on days when air pollution levels are higher than normal in nine major cities across England.
The cities in which the data was gathered include London, Birmingham, Bristol, Derby, Liverpool, Manchester, Nottingham, Oxford and Southampton and show that on high air pollution days an additional 124 out-of-hospital cardiac arrests were recorded, 231 hospitalisations for strokes and 193 additional adults and children hospitalised for asthma.
The data, which will be published in full later this month, indicates the extra pressures that "high" air pollution days inflict on our already over-stretched NHS and emergency services.
Simon Stevens, the chief executive of NHS England, said: 'These new figures show air pollution is now causing thousands of strokes, cardiac arrests and asthma attacks, so it's clear that the climate emergency is in fact also a health emergency.
'Since these avoidable deaths are happening now, not in 2025 or 2050, we need to act now. For the NHS that is going to mean further comprehensive action – building on the reduction of our carbon footprint of one fifth in the past decade.'
Dr Heather Walton from King's said: 'The impact of air pollution on our health has been crucial in justifying air pollution reduction policies for some time, and mostly concentrates on effects connected with life-expectancy. However, health studies show clear links with a much wider range of health effects.
'We have released a sample of these statements about the effects in a number of UK cities, ahead of publication of the full report later this month. This wider range of impacts on our health provides additional evidence of the important need for further action to help reduce air pollution.'
UK 100 network, which is involved in the research along with King's College is a network of highly ambitious local government leaders who have pledged to secure the future for their communities by shifting to 100% clean energy by 2050.
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Jimmy Carter Has Some Good News
Jimmy Carter confirmed melanoma spots on his brain are gone
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The 91-year-old former US president made a welcome announcement Sunday to a crowd at a Baptist church in Georgia, where he teaches a Sunday school class.
After a battle with melanoma that had spread from his liver to his brain, Carter announced that his treatments had worked — he said he was cancer-free.
Carter also released a brief statement on the matter on the Carter Center website.
"My most recent MRI brain scan did not reveal any signs of the original cancer spots nor any new ones," according to the statement. "I will continue to receive regular three-week immunotherapy treatments of pembrolizumab."
Pembrolizumab (brand name Keytruda) is a drug used to treat non-small cell lung cancer and melanoma that has advanced to other parts of the body (metastasized). In Carter's case, melanoma, a deadly form of skin cancer, that started in his liver spread to his brain. Carter announced the four cancer spots found on his brain Aug. 20.
While undergoing treatment, which also included radiation therapy, Carter stayed busy teaching Sunday school and participating in a Habitat for Humanity build, reports Reuters.
In an early trial of the Merck & Co. drug pembrolizumab, which influenced its accelerated approval from the US Food and Drug Administration on Sept. 4 of last year, tumor size decreased by 24 percent on average in patients taking the drug. Reuters noted that only around 5 percent of patients achieve complete cancer remission with pembrolizumab. And the treatment is thought to extend melanoma patients' lives by around 1.5 years.
Melanoma is behind around 2 percent of skin cancer cases but causes a large portion of skin cancer-related deaths, according to the American Cancer Society (ACS). Nearly 74,000 new melanoma cases will be diagnosed in the US this year, according to ACS estimates. And around 10,000 patients are predicted to die from the disease.
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using Toggl.Core.Models;
using Toggl.Core.Models.Interfaces;
using Toggl.Core.Sync.ConflictResolution;
using Toggl.Storage;
using Toggl.Storage.Models;

namespace Toggl.Core.DataSources
{
    internal sealed class ProjectsDataSource : DataSource<IThreadSafeProject, IDatabaseProject>
    {
        public ProjectsDataSource(IRepository<IDatabaseProject> repository)
            : base(repository)
        {
        }

        protected override IThreadSafeProject Convert(IDatabaseProject entity)
            => Project.From(entity);

        protected override ConflictResolutionMode ResolveConflicts(IDatabaseProject first, IDatabaseProject second)
            => Resolver.ForProjects.Resolve(first, second);
    }
}

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This program is designed for those who are looking to live an experience of immersion into Spanish life. Participants can improve their Spanish language while getting to know a new culture by living with a local host family and helping to care for their children. Working as an Au Pair is not for everyone. Caring for small children requires a great deal of maturity, responsibility, and patience. Furthermore, participants must be prepared to adapt to a new culture and a new family.
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What responsibilities does the Au Pair have?
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What are the rights of an Au Pair?
The family takes in a student who cares for their children part-time and helps with normal household chores and provides them with accommodation in an individual room and full board (all meals) throughout the duration of the program.
Au Pair participants must be over 18 years old. They come to Spain to learn the language and culture from inside a Spanish household. They enjoy spending time with and caring for children, and so they choose to be hosted by a Spanish family in exchange for offering to help with child care. Au Pairs typically help children with schoolwork as well, especially with English homework to make the experience a two-way language and culture exchange.
Participants are responsible for reserving their own round-trip flights.
Group flights can be managed by our partner travel agency, Corporate Traveler. Please contact a YES representative if you are interested in flight options with Corporate Traveler.
Airport transfers to and from Seville airport or Santa Justa train station are included in the program.
The minimum time required to accept a candidate request will be two months before the proposed date of arrival.
If you are coming from the USA, you may choose to pay on the online system with a credit card (under My Account) or by Bank Transfer. If you are coming from a country other than the USA, you must pay by Bank Transfer. If you are unable to make a transfer, please contact us for payment alternatives.
Bank Transfer in the name of YES Consultoria Internacional S.L., to the account Banco Santander Central Hispano: 0049-0266-91-2310943784. Under "Concept", indicate your name, last name(s) and the name of your program, e.g. "Au Pair- 6 weeks". Send us a copy of the transfer confirmation by email to payments@yesinspain.com, or by fax to +34 955-22-52-57.
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A new bike lane is pictured Oct. 18, 2018, at the intersection of Massachusetts and 14th streets.
A different type of bike lane that changes the rules for both cyclists and drivers has been installed on a three-block portion of Massachusetts Street.
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New bike lanes are pictured Oct. 18, 2018, at the intersection of Massachusetts and 13th streets.
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Home > News > Trust praised for 'exceptional' work supporting veterans
Cumbria, Northumberland, Tyne and Wear NHS Foundation Trust (CNTW) is marking Armed Forces Week (20th – 26th June) by thanking all those who have played a role in protecting the UK both at home and overseas. The Trust is also celebrating the Trust's reaccreditation as a Veteran Aware Trust by the Veterans Covenant Healthcare Alliance, which has praised the 'exceptional' work done by the Trust.
CNTW was first accredited as a Veteran Aware Trust by the Veterans Covenant Healthcare Alliance (VCHA) in April last year, in recognition of its commitment to improving NHS care for veterans, reservists, members of the armed forces and their families. The Trust also signed the Armed Forces Covenant in February 2021, and also holds a Silver Award under the Defence Employer Recognition Scheme (ERS).
In March this year, the Trust received its one-year Veterans Aware review from the Veterans Covenant Healthcare Alliance, which praised "a number of exceptional activities within the Trust to improve the experience of care for the Armed Forces Community."
David Goldsmith, Clinical Manager and Co-Chair of the Armed Forces and Veterans Staff Network at CNTW, said: "Armed Forces Week is an annual opportunity to come together in reflection, recognition and celebration of the service provided by those working in services and the families that support them.
"We have undertaken significant work over the past year to improve standards of care and support for the Armed Forces community, including both our patients and staff, and are proud that this has been recognised by the Veterans Covenant Healthcare Alliance."
Changes made over the past year have included an update to the Trust's policy to support reservists, granting an additional ten days of paid leave per year to reservists to enable them to attend their annual camp.
In particular, the VCHA national steering group commended the Trust's efforts to develop a network of Veterans Champions across all service areas, and the creation of training from the OPCourage Transition Intervention and Liaison Service team (one of the Trust's specialist mental health services for veterans) to educate staff and raise awareness.
And in June last year, the Trust launched its Armed Forces and Veterans Staff Network, to support staff who are part of the reserves or cadets, who have served with the armed forces, and those with family or partners who are currently serving or veterans. The Network has gone from strength to strength and now has 83 members. It aims to ensure the Trust provides sufficient support to staff connected to the Armed Forces. Staff with responsibilities for the Trust's specialist veterans' services are also involved.
The Veterans Aware accreditation acknowledges the Trust's commitment to a number of key pledges, including:
Ensuring that the armed forces community is never disadvantaged compared to other patients, in line with the NHS's commitment to the Armed Forces Covenant
Training relevant staff on veteran-specific culture or needs
Making veterans, reservists and service families aware of appropriate charities or NHS services beneficial to them
Supporting the armed forces as an employer
CNTW also provides specialist mental health services for former armed services personnel experiencing severe mental health problems. If you, or someone you know, is an armed forces veteran and struggling with their mental health, expert help is available. Speak to your GP or contact the NHS Veterans' Transition Intervention and Liaison Service (TILS) in the first instance on 0303 123 1145 or email vwals@nhs.net.