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That's me! Does the audience look spellbound? It looks spellbound, right? I'm spellbinding!
So I have two more book events coming up in the next week -- one at So & So Books on Person Street in downtown Raleigh (at 6 pm Sunday May 19) and one at Regulator Books on Ninth Street in Durham, Tuesday, May 21, at 7.
I tell you about these not just to encourage you to come, though I definitely encourage you to come. It'll be fun! I tell you because I want you to get a sense of what these events are like, at least for me.
Here's the thing. Writing any book is a mug's game. You spend years -- years! -- of your life up to your armpits in interviews, travel, and research into a topic that almost by definition is arcane. I mean, if there isn't already a book on it answering any questions I could likely answer, it can't be that important, right? There's like a skillion books out there, and I'm not so smart. If I looked around and said, "hey, there ought to be a book about ..." it means nobody in all of recorded history has so far thought it important enough to write a book about before now. So it's not likely a topic that's keeping people up night wondering about it, right?
So take a topic that nobody's thinking much about, and then dive into it headfirst and splash around in it for, oh, say a decade. That's how long I messed around with John Lawson and his journey. I stumbled onto him in around 2008 or 2009, while I was researching On the Grid, my book about infrastructure. And A Delicious Country came out a couple months ago, so that's ten years plus I spent on this. Some of it walking the surface of this remarkable planet, to be sure, but an awful lot of it spent holed up in libraries and my office all by myself, poring over books and articles and maps and artifacts and God knows what all else, all with some, commonly tangential, connection to Lawson. With, again, no enormous community tapping their feet and pointing at their watches, saying, "Lawson! Dammit, where's our book on Lawson?"
Ooh, Scott Huler. I've heard he's FASCinating.
But that's books. I take a notion and I spend a decade or so rummaging around in the closets of the culture and I find some stuff and I tell a story, and I trick some publisher into putting it between covers.
And then, finally, I get to have some fun.
Well, no, okay -- I admit. I find the whole thing fun. The hours, weeks, years at the desk? I love that. Developing an entire library on a topic? Check. Talking to people who find this topic as interesting as I do? Walking all over everywhere looking for traces of my topic? Finding freaky pictures and objects that from walls and shelves forever after will remind me of this topic, this project, period of my world? Check.
But, finally, readings.
I love doing readings. I love when I finally get the chance to not just write about my thing but talk about it -- to stand up and pace around and gesticulate like a madperson and regale you with how excited I am about John Lawson and his journey and his time and his contribution, and how much fun I had retracing his steps, and how I learned his surveying techniques and on and on and on. I love to make jokes in my PowerPoint or my list of points to make. I love to stop in the middle and answer a question and go off on a tangent. Which is the best, because there's me, yammering on about a topic I literally wrote the book on, and there's someone else, who is interested enough to say, "Wait a minute, explain." And, well, thats the stuff. Suddenly we're having a conversation, and that's way better than even my usual enormously entertaining palaver.
At bottom, for the tiny moments of readings, I get to live my preposterous dream. All I've ever wanted to do was write books, and now here I am, and I get to stand in front of people and wave in the air copies of ... my books. My first job in publishing was working at a bookstore. We were all nascent writers, and we used to get boxes of books from various publishers and distributors, and when it was time to put price tags on them we'd stroke them, hold them next to our cheeks, caress them. "One day," we'd murmur. "One day, someone will open a box and out will come MY book." And when I do readings I get to remember: that day has come.
It's funny. I taught at a conference once, and during one class one of the students asked me what it was like to get a box at your house and open it up and there's your book. And I was all set to play the cynical aesthete, the over-it author: "Oh, it's really about the work; the book itself is nice, but the point is that you've poured your ..." blah blah blah. Instead, actor and writer Sarah Thyre, also studying in the class, spoke up. She had published a memoir, and she jumped in front of me to answer: "It's as awesome as you thought it would be," she said. And she talked about how thrilling it was, that moment.
And I thought, how generous. Here was I about to try to act like I was all over this moment, but instead she owned it -- and shared it. Since then I've followed her lead, and talked about my old bookstore days and the unadulterated thrill of getting that package full of your books.
I mean it's weird -- you can't fail to have a least a cringe of, "really? all this fuss for something I did? um ... sorry...." plus there's always a fly in the ointment. The delivery driver leaves the book on your porch, and then it rains all day before you get
This map of modern-day Carolina, with pins and a ribbon showing my and Lawson's track, gives a sense of the sort of thinginess of this project. I show it off at readings. Come on out and you can see it too!
home. Or the publisher sends you a box whose packing slip claims it holds the amount of books they owe you, but it's a few short, and then you have to decide whether to go fight with your publisher, or ask your agent to, and you're quibbling over tiny things and it's dispiriting. Or the first page you open to there's a typo, an uncaught copyediting error, a word choice that puts you into total cringe. It's never perfect.
But anyhow there it is. It's a book -- it occupies space, it has weight, it exists, and people can do what you've worked towards and dreamed of, and read what you've written. And then you get to stand up in front of them and share it. You get to say why you think it was worth all this time and effort, what you think you've learned and they'll learn and we'll all learn. And you get to act charming and cut monkeyshines and crack jokes, and sometimes they laugh, and that's ten years of work worth it right in that moment.
Mind you sometimes they don't laugh and sometimes they don't come. Bookstores don't do the publicity you wish they did, publishers don't support your book, the press ignores it (back when there even was a press -- remember the press?), radio and tv shows refuse to book you. You show up at a bookstore for an event and here comes 7 o'clock and there's you and the friend who came with you and one profoundly embarrassed bookstore employee and then after a while you all go home, or you and your friend go out for a beer and a laugh. But the thing is, once that happens -- and it always happens at some point -- then you're inoculated; then nothing can be worse, more surprising. You learn that any book event is not a referendum on whether you're good or whether your book is good or whether the bookstore did sufficient publicity or the publisher spent enough ad dollars or anything else. Sometimes it's just a nice evening -- or a stormy one. Or there's a game on, or just nobody happens to care.
But sometimes people do come, and then you get to talk, and strut, and laugh, and you get to share thing thing that you spent a decade on. And that's just fun. That's all there is to it. It's just fun.
It's not just in-person readings, either. You get to do things like go on the radio -- here with Frank Stasio of WUNC's "The State of Things" or on Walter Edgar's Journal in South Carolina. I will even get to be on TV -- I'll be on the wonderful NC Bookwatch un UNC-TV with DG Martin some upcoming week (we've recorded, but the episode isn't scheduled yet).
But here's the point, or at least I think it's the point. I wrote a book. I noticed a thing, I got all excited about it, and I got my agent and a publisher (and in this case MIT and the Knight Foundation) to agree to give me enough time and money to make a book about it, and now here's the book. And now I get to talk about it, and try to tell you why I think the whole enterprise was worth undertaking.
Come on out and give me a chance to convince you.
You guys it seems to have happened again. After a decade or so engaged with a topic, after years of walking along roads and talking to people and trying to make sense of a person, a time, an enterprise, a whole long-gone world. After trying to look at our own world the way we would have looked at that one, after comparing and contrasting and all the usual stuff, after writing and rewriting and proofreading and all that, it seems like we have a book.
In March 2019 it will be in bookstores, but starting this very second you can order it online right here. If you want to see what the publisher, the University of North Carolina Press, has to say about it, click the link. If you want to see what they have to say about me, click here. It ain't much. If you're hungry for more information about me and my other work, try my home website, here. I'm very interesting.
Of more account, here are some initial responses to this book, by writers I deeply admire and whose praise means an enormous amount to me.
"An absorbing read. Huler's experiences during his modern trek do not, of course, duplicate what John Lawson found so long ago, but forms of beauty and dispossession rhyme down the centuries in thought-provoking patterns."
--Charles Frazier, author of Varina
"It's been said that one of the only true plots is this: A man goes on a journey. In A Delicious Country, Scott Huler demonstrates why that narrative arc retains such strength. His retracing of John Lawson's epic circumnavigation is thoughtful, relaxed, humorous, and generous. It retrieves for us a lost world of discovery and wonder and reminds us that the goal of every departure is to learn to value home."
--Maryn McKenna, author of Big Chicken: The Incredible Story of How Antibiotics Created Modern Agriculture and Changed the Way the World Eats
"An eye-opening journey through the contemporary South. As he does in his other excellent books, Huler reminds us in A Delicious Country that the present and the past coexist all around us. He writes with great specificity about each topic at hand, but he never loses sight of the larger human story. The book excels as a work of exploration, history, and science. It is also simply what reviewers like to call 'a rousing good read.'"
--Michal Sims, author of The Adventures of Henry Thoreau
"From the boggy salt marshes near Charleston to the parking lot of the Charlotte Motor Speedway and beyond, Scott Huler has breathed new life into the English explorer John Lawson's all-but-forgotten 1700 journey through the Carolinas. While much of the physical landscape has changed over the centuries, the characters who inhabit it are still vibrant, still contradictory, still completely unforgettable. Only a storyteller as warm and witty as Huler could wrangle such a sprawling, complex natural history into an engrossing travelogue that leaves the reader wanting nothing but more."
--Bronwen Dickey, author of Pit Bull: The Battle over an American Icon
Next come all the inevitable moments of weirdness that come with publishing a book One day a truck comes to our house, and then there's a box of books. And you open the box and there it is, and there's your work, and there's your name, and it all seems a little embarrassing, and you want to apologize that you've put everyone to so much bother. I worked in a bookstore when I was just out of college, and we were all writers of course, and we used to open the boxes of books, glossy book covers of Michener and Stephen King, and smooth shiny paperbacks, and we would clutch them, rub them against our cheeks: "One day," we would murmur, "one day, this will be me. ..." And then one day is here again, yet once again without the trumpet voluntary and footmen in livery that seemed so likely back when it was only imaginary.
Then will come bookstore events with unpredictable attendance, and media appearances where I sound like a knucklehead and how could they have gotten so much wrong, and reviews of some other book the reviewer must have mistakenly conflated with mine, and then the occasional panel discussion and festival where the author next to me will have a line of well-wishers out the door and my handler will say of my few greeters, "Oh, this always happens! But you were up against [almost anyone else], so please don't feel bad" and then will disappear out of awkward embarrassment into her or his mobile phone.
I have been here before. But I must also say: of these many years of work I will now have a record, and those authors above, august company indeed, consider it worthy of comment, and so for the moment, at least I will say only, like that creepy tall guy said in "Twin Peaks," It is happening again. Let's all hope for the best, shall we?
Proofreading a Delicious Country
Just get out of my way so I can go to bed, okay?
I mean, yeah, it's hard, but this is fun!
There is much to love about writing books. You get to choose a topic, something you love so much that you want to engage with it for several years at a time. Something that you care about, something that fascinates you. In this case, the life and journey of John Lawson. That's been a treat.
You get to spend hours, days, weeks in research. You go to cool libraries, you find yourself in the basement offices of academics who know enormous amounts about the topic you love. You get to travel, to talk to other people who know much about either your topic or topics ancillary to your topic. You become in a tiny way an expert on a thing, and you get to have the kind of thoughts experts have.
You get to do ordinary reporting, where you talk to people and hear their stories and ask them nosy questions in their yards, on their porches, their farms, their city offices and homes, interesting in themselves. And then you get to gossip about it in blog posts. And on a project like this one, you get to spend hours, days, weeks outdoors, walking the surface of this amazing planet, breathing air and seeing birds and clouds and cars and telephone wires. It's a privilege to walk this miraculous world of ours, and to have the job of describing it.
Then of course you have to write, and people will tell you that's hard. And it is, mind you, but I'm one of those rare writers who actually loves the act of writing. I love sitting at a desk, with a million notebooks open, and library books, and texts, and index cards in different colors, with post-its on everything but my kids and sometimes even on them. You get to take months, years of reporting and researching and distill it into piles: does this go with this? How about this? Which pile goes where? What can I absolutely not fail to get in this book; what can I, as it turns out, do without? What is essential to the story I'm trying to convey? What is utterly fascinating -- but just not part of this story? You spend months like that, a year or more, and your pile of things you must not omit gets smaller, and the pile of things you have organized and expressed gets larger, and then one night at 2:34 AM or thereabouts you finish a sentence and realize that that's not just the end of a paragraph or a passage or even a chapter. It's the end of your book. Then, tired, dreamlike, and a little insane, you go outside and in the cone of a streetlamp you do the touchdown dance, because once more it turns out you actually did it, and you wrote a book.
Then you send it to your editor, and if you're lucky you have a good one -- this time, gracious, but I did -- and they turn it around and then you have many weeks of work to do, getting rid of mush and fluff and blather, resolving confusion and strengthening your points, and cutting everything you can live without. Then the editor says okay and you're done, and then you relax for thirty seconds and it comes back from the copyeditor, who has caught errors in spelling, grammar, syntax, structure, organization, and through-line so deeply embarrassing that your body goes into involuntary total cringe, but you thank them, solve the problems, and send it back.
These are all steps, and every one you either love, like, or courageously endure.
And then: proofreading.
For one tiny second you enjoy the fact that your book exists. On pages! It has numbers and running heads and chapter titles and all kinds of book-looking things, but: you have to proofread it. You have to read this thing, one more time, character by character, word by word, page by page, from once upon a time to happily ever after, and you'd rather die, and you probably wish you would. I know I do.
You have to, character by character, trace the errors of your reporting, the insufferable flaccidness of your prose, the unendurable tiresomeness of your voice. And that, my friends, is how I spent the last few weeks.
And I tell you now: it is over. I have proofread A Delicious Country. It will come out in March 2019, and then there we will be. We have a cover image, which I cannot show you until we have a preorder page, because obviously you will want to overlook my many flaws and begin preparing to read it. Right?
And I'm thrilled about that -- delighted. But mostly exhausted. And, truth to tell, sick beyond imagining of my own voice telling you or me or my editor or anybody at all about Lawson and his world and his journey and me and mine. But I have done it: I have read. I have proofread. I have caught and corrected errors. And I have returned pages to UNC Press, and for the love of God it's their problem now.
So I thought you should know. I mean, callooh callay, to be sure. But mostly, there we are. A thing is done. And we'll talk about it more soon, or anyhow I will and if you come to a bookstore or listen to a radio or maybe watch TV you might see me doing it. But for now, done. Done. I shall go to sleep now. So very nice to have met you.
The Dispiriting Everywhereness of Everything
At least the names weren't written on the ground as I walked along.
So I'm checking the copyediting of A Delicious Country, which actually has a publication season and a subtitle now, about which more in a moment. Anyhow, the copyeditor has done a wonderful job, catching my inconsistencies and fixing my spelling, capitalizing things that need capitalization and removing the occasional horrific solecism (only the horrific ones, mind you; the merely irritating solecisms he has wisely presumed to be just what I do, and if UNC Press bought it, he just shrugs and lets me dig my own grave). Anyhow: a thing of beauty.
But as I go through the typescript, I occasionally see something that even the copyeditor didn't question, because he'd have had no basis to question it. This is just about the last time I can correct such errors, so I'm open to them. One thing that caught me was my description of crossing "the Elmore Hodee bridge." Hodee? Really? I doubted that; it sounded like a mistype of "Hodge," yes? Well, I could have pawed through my notes from three years ago, but that sounded pretty awful. So I looked up "Elmer Hodge" and found something in a list of North Carolina bridges, but it was "Hodges," not "Hodge." Well, now what? Now I pulled up Google Maps, got down to street view, and looked at the god damned sign. It was the L. Elmore Hodges bridge, and it's right in the book now, but honestly: Do you not despair with me that we'll ever find another reason to leave our houses?
The copyeditor has also noted, for example, that I occasionally mention a book in text that does not show up in my bibliography, urging me to include it. Fair enough, a good point, to which i happily accede. At this point we all know of course that I do not need to go to the library to gather the information for such an inclusion; I don't even need to walk over to my bookcase and find a citation in the bibliography of one of my other sources. Not only can I find a full citation online -- I can find the entire book online, most times. For example, I mention Mark Catesby's famous Natural History of Carolina, Florida, and the Bahama Islands, published in London in 1771. And not only can I find the text of that seminal volume online: I can find the entire book, scanned page by page, in the University of North Carolina Libraries digital miscellany page.
Naturally I'm not going to be satisfied with checking the title page so that I know what year it was printed (MDCCLXXI, like I thought) and by whom (for Benjamin White, at Horace's Head, in Fleet Street, if you want to know). No, I'm going to have to go poking around among the images. The one at right Catesby calls the little owl, though you and I would likely call it a screech owl. I heard one call when I slept on someone's porch on the Intracoastal Waterway.
So this is wonderful. I mean it's terrible. I mean it's ... I mean I don't know what I mean. The world is a better place, and knowledge can advance faster, with resources like this available everywhere in the world with broadband and wifi. I passed through countless desperate little towns in North and South Carolina where, though aren't many knowledge jobs, knowledge workers will be able to take advantage of the low cost of living, move in, and do most of their
work online, then drive into Charlotte or Raleigh or Columbia or Charleston every week or so to check into a real library for resources not yet available. This is good, right? And yet. I have a shelf full of books -- I think about 150; I beg you not to ask me to count them -- that I have bought for this project, and about five instantly came to hand for reference checking, plus two more just about Catesby; one a series of researched essays about his contribution, a coffee table book filled with beautiful color prints (though not of the little owl), the other an inexpensive but thorough reprint of Catesby's entire book. So I could easily have found my information in any of those books. Is it a good thing that instead I engaged, at my desk, with a high-resolution scan of Catesby's actual work, and stumbled on the little owl? Or would it have been better to have my fingers on pages, looking through my beautiful color book or my informative monotone one, sitting in the armchair by my bookcase? I'm not asking rhetorically; I genuinely wonder. I have been able to consult dozens of rare sources for this project because of scanned books and various online resources, from UNC to the Library of Congress to Google Books to private map collections. That's great. On the other hand I have traveled to some of the world's great libraries, and looking at original books and maps, right there in front of your own face, touching them with your own fingertips, is not to be tossed aside lightly. I wrote about that experience with Lawson's own book here.
I know, I hear it too -- as I write it emerges: this is an all but unqualified good. Even Google Maps, which seems in some ways to urge us not to leave our homes, really doesn't do that unless you're the type who thinks not leaving your home sounds good. After all, I only looked up the L. Elmore Hodges bridge because I went out there and experienced it myself in the first place. A scroll along the entire route of Lawson's journey on Google Maps would be an entertaining if lazy afternoon. My walk along his route was a year of adventure and surprise.
So I'm glad I raised the question, just to dismiss it. It can indeed sometimes feel like there's no reason to leave your house. Everything is online. But everything online is two-dimensional. I myself -- as I hope you do -- prefer the more satisfying three, to say nothing of the fourth dimension of time, through which we all move forward, online or out in the wind and rain. I hope you like these blog posts, and I hope more that when it comes out in spring you like A Delicious Country: Rediscovering the Carolinas Along the Route of John Lawson's 1700 Expedition, which by the way is its title and I told you I'd get back to that. Until spring, though, get out of the house and take a walk.
Or at least go to the library.
Hey you guys! What with having a job and raising kids and having to spend every stinking free moment out in the streets demonstrating to save the nation from mad persons, you could lose track of things, right? And yet somehow, scrape together evenings, weekends, a lot of long nights, one weeklong vacation spent mostly in the Flying Pig Coffeehouse on Oak Island, and a monthlong break from work last fall, A Delicious Country turned into first a draft, then a manuscript, then a revised manuscript, and now an actual book project in press at UNC Press.
Don't run to your bookstore just yet. We'll go through copyediting and page proofing and art placement and book design. We'll make decisions on things like running heads and chapter opening spread design and we'll spend an enormous amount of time thinking about things like the subtitle (open to suggestion!) and cover design (whenever I get involved it seems like I mess things up) and where to put the art and what to do with it before we put it there. Then we have to actually print books and all that. But then one day a truck will drive up to my house and throw a box on the porch, and when I open it up, there will be, you know. A book and everything. We expect A Delicious Country to exist in corporeal form in March 2019. I've had this project on my desk in one form or another since around 2011, so that starts to seem like an awful lot of fuss.
Just the same. When you turn in book the people at your publisher act like they think you're a big deal, and they treat your work with respect, which is empowering. And we were talking about whether this book needs an index, and my editor, the fabulous Mark Simpson-Vos, said, "we need it for future researchers." Did you catch that? With the value of blogs like this, the facility of ebooks, and the very uncertainty of these madpersons-in-charge times, one can fall into the habit of not having a lot of hope for the future of things like books about obscure explorers. But Mark not only has the cool head to think of the future, he thinks enough of this project that he can envision future researchers finding this work valuable. I have spent the last most of a decade poking around in books written by other people who have looked into Lawson, his time period, and the workings of history, science, anthropology, and various other aspects of this marvelous broken world of ours. It's nice to think of this being valuable to future researchers in something like the same way those books have brought value to me, and I hope to my readers.
It's easy to fall into despair; things are going so rough. But here's to Mark, who believes in the future, and to the future researchers who may find value in A Delicious Country. Here's to readers who read books because they think the world is interesting and beautiful and worth understanding as best we can. Here's to all the people who have helped this project in so many ways (I just finished the acknowledgments; they went on for pages). Here's to the readers on this site who have kept me going. And here's to us all meeting in a bookstore sometime about a year from now, talking about Lawson and the Santee and the Sewee and the Catawbas and the Occaneechee and the Tuscarora and the Huguenots and Charleston settlers and dugout canoes and alligators roaring and biological specimens in the London Natural History Museum. Let's just all move forward as though that will all happen, right?
Working on a project like this, a project that takes years and if it generates money doesn't generate much, is finally a vote of confidence in the future. If it offers nothing else, it offers my effort as a token of belief that it's worth working hard to understand the world. It's worth sharing that understanding. And it's worth believing in the future. So anyhow thanks for believing in this project, and see you in a bookstore in a year or so.
So here's what happened: I lost a notebook. That's it there in the picture.
And the thing is I can't lose notebooks; I just can't. Notebooks are work and notebooks are records and I'm a writer, so where I write is pretty much everything. I can't lose a notebook.
I started carrying a notebook around in my pocket, for stray thoughts, things to remember, ideas, overheard quotations, and the like when I was in college, where I kept up the practice sporadically. Once I had a real job I recognized the need for a go-to place to make sure I didn't lose notes and I began the practice, at age 22 or so, of never not having a notebook with me. In those pre-cell phone days I put the phone numbers I used most often in the back, so that I could quickly refer to them. When I finished a notebook -- usually six to nine months -- I would copy the phone numbers forward into the new one, along with my address and phone number and of course the promise of a juicy reward for the notebook's return. I would go back through the book as I moved on to the next one and see if there were ideas or projects I had lost track of. Once I had a pile of them, I could go backwards and, by checking back pages, see who my best friends were in a particular period; here Sally enters, here Ver drops off, we never seem to not have David.
When I got enough of them I of course numbered them so that I could keep them straight, though I numbered them only in the archive; in my pocket they were just my notebook. And this was all, mind you, in the early days, when I thought being a writer worked like this: you sat at a desk, holding a pen, stroking your chin and looking skyward. Then, aha! The idea! And then you wrote it down. That is, I hadn't learned about reporting, and I hadn't realized that those few descriptions of actual things -- a bus going by, kicking up grit; a clerk arguing with a man in a store; a woman adjusting her coat as she came out of a department store revolving door into a chilly Philadelphia December evening -- were actually the beginning of my work as a writer.
And I never, ever lost one. My friends would joke about "making the book" when someone said something funny and I wrote it down, or they would take note when a conversation sent me to a quiet corner to scribble. The point is, I had notebooks. They were important to me. And I never lost one. I thought of losing a notebook the way a carpenter would think of walking away from a hammer or a drill. Unthinkable.
And then one disappeared. I was wearing pants that had the kind of loose, shallow, crappy pockets that have become common, and at some point the notebook wasn't there. I scoured my room; I returned to places recently visited; I emptied briefcases. But nothing. I had lost a hat and sunglasses in the same period, so I wondered whether I was learning something about my changing capacity to manage myself. After a couple weeks I gave up and launched a new notebook, with a 3 x 5 card on the shelf at the end, noting that after the last finished notebook (number 68) a lacuna would appear in the record. Over the next weeks the sunglasses and hat returned from friends' houses or resurfaced from beneath kitchen table crap, but the one irreplaceable thing was gone. It turned out not to be the end of the world, of course, and I tried to shoulder up and not cry. But it shook me; I had done something I considered utterly unprofessional: I had lost notes.
Then the book came back. Scouring for a FitBit fragment, my wife found it deep under the bed, likely ejected there during a particularly disgusted episode of end-of-day pants flinging. I embraced it like a relative or beloved stuffed animal. Then I went through it -- it had been misplaced early in its tenure, and I would not have lost much beyond my sense of myself as a competent adult. A few notes, only a couple of them about Lawson or his trip or my attempts to make sense of that.
I'm glad it's back, if only so that I can now think of myself once again as someone who has never completely lost a notebook.
More, though, it reminds me of the importance of original sources. As I finish the book version of A Delicious Country I'm trying to put Lawson into context, and that's hard work because of how little we know about him beyond what he put in his book. We have a very few letters from him to James Petiver, the botanical collector and apothecary in London; we have a couple letters in which he is mentioned (British gardener George London calls him "a very curious person" and noted his recent book, high praise from a powerful man of science, and Lawson's surveying work receives praise from William Byrd in his Histories of the Dividing Line betwixt Virginia and North Carolina: "Thus we found the Mouth of Nottoway to lye no more than half a Minute farther to the Northward then Mr. Lawon had forrmerly done....a very inconsiderable variance").
Here it is returned to its natural habitat, on the top of the pile to the right. The pile in the middle is unused notebooks. To the left are full-sized journals. What can I tell you -- I take notes.
We have his will (he left everything to his wife and children; good man, Mr. Lawson) and a few land transfer records, but that's about it. What we absolutely do not have are the notebooks he used during his journey -- assuming he took notes, that is.
I would love to have those. To see his handwriting (like I did when I looked at his original specimens in the London Natural History Museum), to see his thoughts in the moment he observed a river, a new Indian tribe, a mountain. But no -- whether he lost them at some point on his travels after publication or whether they were destroyed during the Tuscarora War when Lawson was killed, his notebooks and all other records of his process are gone.
It's too bad. Lawson was one of the greatest first observers among the European settlers of North Carolina; I wish we had the first impressions of those first observations.
The Catawbas Were Nice to Me, which Is Kind of Amazing
Beckee Garris, visitor coordinator at the Native American Studies Center of the University of South Carolina-Lancaster and member of the Catawba Nation, points to a photo of an old Catawba cabin.
As I work my way through my writing of the book version of A Delicious Country, I have the pleasure or reliving some of my favorite parts of my journey retracing Lawson, though also sometimes in focusing on things not so pleasant. I've just been writing about my visit to the Native American Studies Center of the University of South Carolina Lancaster, where I received exactly the kind of welcome and hospitality Lawson did, though at the time (it was late March 2015) it was one of the stories I skipped telling because of its complexity. So reinvigorating my notes into narrative for the book has reminded me of both some vastly pleasant interactions and a rather terrible story. I'll briefly tell you about both.
Jered Canty of the Catawba Nation stands by the Catawba River, where he took a memorable walk with me.
About the interactions I'll just say that Chris Judge, Brent Burgin, and Beckee Garris of the center were almost staggeringly helpful and hospitable. About Burgin I have told you a bit here -- he walked with me in some memorable territory where we learned about Piedmont geology and gave me a piece of Catawba pottery I cherish. Judge joined me on a walk on Ivy Place, where we discussed land use and a bit of Catawba history. Most important, though, he introduced me to a bunch of area tribal higher-ups, among whom was Jered Canty, economic development assistant at the Catawba Nation. Canty took a walk with me along the Catawba River on the Catawba Indian Reservation that I will not soon forget.
We met in the Native American Studies Center on a day of chief's meetings and other presentations. I had lost myself among the pots in the display gallery, while various other conversations occurred, when I realized that in a separate gallery someone was speaking publicly, sharing her experiences with the Catawbas, discussing her feelings about the Catawbas' relationship with the earth, with their crops, and to be honest she was laying it on a little thick, as non-Indians sometimes do in their descriptions of our brethren the noble savages. I hung around the edge of the crowd and was getting ready to drift away when a response stopped me. The speaker had been talking about the Catawba heart, and the land, and she had said that their spiritual relationship to something or other was the heartbeat of the country. And one fellow, also near the back, said, "No, that's Chevrolet."
That stopped the woman for a moment, nonplussed, and I looked at him. Wearing a denim shirt, tight black jeans, and turquoise earrings, he had his thick, shiny black hair done into twin tight braids, one cascading down over each shoulder, framing the necklace of turquoise beads that hung on his chest. He could not have looked more like the white person's stereotype of an Indian if he had been gazing at roadside litter with a single tear coursing down his cheek. The woman looked at him, and he smiled. "Chevrolet is the heartbeat of America," he said. "Haven't you seen the commercial?"
The woman gave a wan smile and carried on with her presentation. As for me, I had a new best friend. That was Jered Canty, and he was at that moment engaged in a campaign to be elected Assistant Chief of the Catawbas. He shook my hand and happily agreed to meet me at the Catawba reservation the next day and walk with me along the Catawba River on his reservation and tell me stories.
Which he did, of course, and we had a large time. We walked along the old roads that had been sidling along the river since Lawon's time -- and long before, and he tole me how he wanted a new generation of leadership to emerge for his tribe. There's more to say, and in the book I say it. But though I was grateful at the time, only now, as I've been writing, have I spent any real time with Catawba history. Regarding which, oy. So just listen to this for a second.
According to various censuses either taken or calculated before Lawson's time, the Catawbas were the biggest tribe in the Piedmont, numbering 6,000 or so members in the century before Lawson came. Nearby tribes -- the Sugeree, Wateree, Congaree, Waxhaw, all mentioned by Lawson as he moves through -- probably numbered another couple thousand, though all would have been depleted by the time Lawson showed up, victims of the four riders of the Settler Apocalypse: slavery, disease, dispossession, and alcohol.
By Lawson's time the number may have dropped to below 2,000, according to a chart in the Native American Study Center. By the time of King Hagler, whose story we had learned in Camden, the number of Catawbas had probably diminished to less than a thousand. So when in 1760 Hagler managed to get the crown to cede title to 144,000 acres of land, fully supported by survey and deed, that seemed like a godsend to the remnants of the tribes that were by then fully banded together as Catawba. (The original name of the group was yeh is'wah h'reh, meaning people of the river; Lawson mentions the Esaws, which were probably a part of the people, though he talks of the Catawbas too; it was a complicated time.)
Before European contact? Who knows. By 1600 or so smallpox had been around, but even so by Lawson's time many estimaes place the Catawba population at 2,000 or more. By 1781? A hundred or so. Hey, welcome to our territory, new settlers!
Of course, though, the lingering Catawbas could never defend their land against Europeans who wanted to settle on it, so they began, trusting that power of ink on paper, to lease portions of it to settlers, in the hope they could coexist in that way. Yeah, right. As more settlers leased more land and the time of Indian Removal came in the early 1800s, Catawbas had less and less control of their land and less and less likelihood of regaining it. In 1840 what was left of the tribe agreed to a treaty with the state of South Carolina, yielding all claim to their territory for $5000. "They are, in effect, dissolved," said then-governor David Johnson.
Importantly, the federal government never bothered to ratify the treaty. In 1934 with the Indian Reorganization Act the United States began trying to develop a reasonable Indian policy, though by the mid-1940s the country had reverted to old habits and adopted the aptly if horrifically named Indian policy of termination. Indians were encouraged to leave reservations, tribes were declared dissolved, and their land was absorbed by the federal government. In 1959 the United States officially ceased to recognize the Catawba tribe. In 1973 organized Catawbas began to fight back -- emerging from hiding, from diaspora, and from poverty much like the Santees' Peggy Scott described to us and filing for recognition. And in 1993 the Catawbas once again attained federally recognized status -- and a settlement of $50 million for the government's failure to protect the tribe when the 1840 treaty came around. The current reservation, across the Catawba River and northwest of Lancaster, contains less than 5 square miles.
So how's that for backstory? Given which I can scarcely categorize Jered Canty's willingness to walk with me along the river as anything other than an act of hopefulness and belief.
And, meanwhile, the Catawbas are tough customers. Their pottery remains beautiful as far as I can see, and they don't give up easy. Beckee Garris, who works at the Center, told me stories about her family growing up Catawba, and she told me about her experiences teaching Catawba language to kids on the reservation. Sometimes you meet people and you just don't even know how much you can admire them. It was some time ago, but thanks, Catawbas. And keep holding on. Maybe the rest of us can learn from you.
The Anthropocene Steps Forward
Back when I was still doing the actual walking of Lawson's path, I wrote a post called "Greetings from the Anthropocene Suburban," describing things like the ecosystems I found in the roadside ditches that populated the exurban climes I wandered. The little puddles lined with grasses and filled with frogs and dragonflies. The clovers and dandelions and buttercups. That was a moment when the concept of the anthropocene -- the new geological epoch defined by human activity -- was still something everyone hadn't heard of.
Not any more. Anyhow, just yesterday, scientists meeting at the International Geological Conference in Cape Town officially agreed: the Anthropocene is not just a clever name invented in 2002 by Dutch chemist Paul Crutzen (here's a great National Geographic piece that gives all the back history -- including that someone had thought up a human-centric geological epoch as early as the late 1800s). Here's a simple explanation of what the scientists decided: that we have clearly entered a new epoch, in which future geologists will be able to identify human influence. They're still discussing what will be the defining characteristics: radioactive elements flung throughout the atmosphere by nuclear bomb tests? The tiny pieces of plastic that have become utterly unavoidable from the top of Everest to the depths of the Mariana Trench? Chicken bones? (Seriously: domesticated chickens are as Anthropocene as tossed-and-forgotten plastic grocery store bags.)
So anyhow, this is big news. Once virtually the entire scientific community has agreed that a thing is happening (the vote on the new epoch was 30-3, with two abstentions), even those ignoring our never-ending streak of hottest months ever -- even knuckleheads like the execrable James Inhofe, who believes he can drown out objective reality by throwing snowballs in the Senate -- will totally have to accept it: the world has changed now.
Ha ha, I am totally joking you: people more committed to their political crazy or their comforting make-believe have a terrible record of accepting scientific reality. So the scientists making a cool and sensible distinction that throws into relief the enormous changes our world is undergoing will have very little effect on the people who most need it. Sorry.
But I still think it's beautiful. I mean terrifying, of course, but still beautiful. I took a historical geology class in college and loved learning about and memorizing the geological eras. On a little fossil dig we went on, in a road cut near St. Louis, we were looking at mostly Silurian fossils, but the professor said we might be lucky enough to find a trilobite or so hanging around from the Ordovician. Which I did, and I include a picture at right. The trilobite was one of the first big success stories of the Cambrian explosion of life, and I love that little fossil hanging around my treasure box. Now we'll have to start
This crazy trilobite is one of my prized possessions, and to me it's one of the things that broadcasts that I'm living the right sort of life.
Just for size. It's very small, and I am to be congratulated for having found it. Thank you.
,wondering what the success stories of the Anthropocene will be. Spoiler alert: probably not the Anthropoids for whom the epoch is named. Not unless a lot changes, anyhow.
But it's always worth reminding ourselves how very much like Lawson's time is our own. As I've said before, Lawson was one of the few European adventurers who recognized that he wasn't helping explore and seize an empty continent, and he wasn't dispossessing some subhuman species. He loved the Indians he met and he understood they had been ravaged by disease and alcohol introduced by people like him. "The Small-Pox and Rum have made such a Destruction amongst them," he says, " that, on good grounds, I do believe, there is not the sixth Savage living within two hundred Miles of all our Settlements, as there were fifty Years ago. These poor Creatures have so many Enemies to destroy them, that it's a wonder one of them is lest alive near us. "
When I spent my months walking the suburban and exurban roadsides, I was delighted -- and then informed -- by that roadside ecoclutter. As I looked into it I learned amazing things. Those dandelions, clovers, and buttercups, for example -- the first plants most alert children learn to identify -- are all invasive. They all came from Europe. And I thought of Lawson noticing the empty villages and abandoned homes he encountered. He understood: the culture he traveled through was in its death throes. What would he have made of ours? That I could walk for hours a day on roads and see almost no people -- only cars, only houses? What would he think had happened to us?
He would not have known. Nor do we. But now we can slap a name on our time, and those of us still alert to reality can work to solve the problems we find. The rest can throw snowballs.
"This Breach is a Passage through a Marsh"
The nice thing about sitting with my old pal Lawson and braiding our journeys together for the book project as I work on it now is that I get to work out little things I didn't even know I didn't know. For example: Lawson, talking about the ten-person canoe adventure that got the journey started, mentions that he has to get through "the Breach," a passage "Northward of Sullivans Island," where the water gets so low that even a canoe can't get over it if the tide isn't high enough. Lawson tells us all about the coast pilots nearby and a lookout right near the breach and how they have to time their passage. I just sort of shrugged it off, assuming the canoe must have gone out through Charleston Harbor, around Sullivan's Island on the ocean side, then headed into the tidal creeks thereafter.
What a dope. Of course that makes no sense. In the first place, Lawson himself describes "leaving Sullivans Island on our Starboard," which he could only do if he were passing out through the breach into open ocean, which made no sense. And in the second place, who on earth takes a heavily loaded canoe out into the open ocean when there are tidal creeks protected by barrier islands? Nobody, that's who.
Anyhow, I looked up the excellent Mills Atlas images of South Carolina from 1825, and a single glance shows the obvious route: Lawson crossed the harbor, went into the cove north of Fort Moultrie, and then wended his way through the tidal creeks, timing their passage over the breach to continue northeastward up the coast. Of course I checked with my old pal Val Green, who agreed: that's the way Uncle John (Val's term for Lawson) went.
A tiny thing. But it's fun noticing things I hadn't noticed I hadn't noticed.


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Curiously Crafting – A Conversation with Audie Murray
Posted: Feb 10th, 2021 | Education
By Justice Stacey
Hello there! I'm Justice, the Museum's Educator in Residence and I'd like to welcome you to Curiously Crafting, a journey into the wonderfully wide world of textiles. Through the stories of three textile artists and their practice, we will learn that people come to work in this medium from every background imaginable and in a multitude of ways. It is my hope that these stories will encourage us to work in methods of learning and making that we never thought possible as a means of engaging in conversations about the past, present, and future of textiles. This series was made possible through a Seed Grant of the Ontario Trillium Foundation.
In this edition of Curiously Crafting, we explore the many tiny stitches of artist Audie Murray that make up an incredible body of work. Listen to a conversation about Audie's ways of learning and creating and lose yourself in the thousands upon thousands of beads of her creations. Then create a protective amulet for yourself by trying out a DIY project designed by Audie Murray. Audie received an Honourable Mention through the Melissa Levin Emerging Artist Award in 2019, a program administered by the Textile Museum of Canada, and we are excited to share more of her practice here.
Audie Murray
Working in a wide range of techniques and materials, Métis artist, Audie Murray is not one to shy away from experimenting with the unconventional. This experimentation is blended with ancestral knowledge to bring about work that surprises and delights the viewer. Currently living in Treaty Four Terrifory in Regina, Saskatchewan, Audie Murray is currently completing an MFA; other educational experiences include spending a summer with the Earthline Tattoo Collective and learning from family and friends.
Download instructions to create your own Protective Amulet, a DIY project created by Murray.
Audie Murray. for hombone, métis billy stick., (2019). Image courtesy of Fazakas Gallery.
When I came across Audie Murray's work I was delighted by her beaded sock creations. Every time I look at them I find myself vividly imagining the sensation of wearing them. Few pieces bring about such a strong sensorial reaction when viewed on a computer screen. As I looked further into Audie's practice and read about her experience learning hand poking and skin stitching with the Earthline Tattoo Collective it led me to think deeply about what creating accessible learning and knowledge means. To be accessible is to be able to be easily reached and/or entered. A library may be filled with freely available books but if there is no wheelchair ramp the space is not accessible. Knowledge of Indigenous tattooing practices became inaccessible over time as a result of colonial suppression but it is now seeing a brilliant reemergence thanks to the hard work and dedication of Indigenous tattoo artists. Audie and all of these tattoo artists have contributed to a richer, more accessible world of learning.
Audie Murray. Material Study no 3; red rose forever. (2020). Image courtesy of Fazakas Gallery.
All of us encounter a lack of access at times. We face obstacles that make creative expression seem like an insurmountable task. But Audie's brilliant work and experiences have taught me that through community and patience we can create whatever we put our mind to; just take it one stitch at a time!
Audie Murray, Bundled Objects. (2019). Image courtesy of Fazakas Gallery.
Justice and Audie in Conversation
Join me and Audie Murray in a conversation discussing everything from the meditative quality of beading to reclaiming the art of skin stitching.
Protective Amulet
Craft can lead to feelings of comfort and reassurance both while making and in the resulting object. In this project designed by Audie Murray, you will bead a Protective Amulet that can bring about protection and/or comfort. Gather some beads and objects that symbolize protection to you and get crafting!
Take a glimpse into Audie Murray's creative spaces and processes.
Image Courtesy of Audie Murray.
Tobacco Offering, Audie Murray (2020). Image courtesy of Fazakas Gallery.
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across the street in front of her grandma's house.
to the other side of deaf and breathless.
in his face at the crush of us hanging over curb and grass.
For silence can do that in innocence.
Praise holds no relief for my terror.
in the darkness of the theater for the first time.
Eyes brighten with the fairy dust of magic seeing.
In the Disney other worldly of seduction's sparkle.
what lives in silence calls us back to life.
This may be my longest lapse of time in writing here. I have been writing. I was invited to be the writer for my own blog in my local www.CrazyWisdomJournal.com that has just become an online journal. It's to be launch this weekend and I have been busy working on what in the world I was gonna share so that I can be part of the launch. There is lots to do to get it the way I imagine and dream it into being so that it fits with how Crazy Wisdom and I will work together. It's VERY exciting, and a great opportunity. It will unfold and grow.
They asked me to write an inspiration blog once a week using my metaphysical insights and tools, i.e. Tarot card, Numerology, Elementals, Astrology, Palmistry. I have studied these sciences for decades, teaching and using them as inspirations, ways into experiencing and exploring a spiritual life, and most importantly, getting in touch with your wisdom that is connected to Divine Wisdom that is very self empowering.
Once they launch it all I will share that with you and you can take a look see. I would be honored to have you read it and give me feedback, as well as see what Ann Arbors alternative community has to offer.
Actually, I would really appreciate if you have any ideas on what an inspirational blog might be for you using Tarot cards, Astrology, Numbers. Would you like a little weekly tarot reading that asks question and the cards give possibilities? Would you like to learn how to find your life/soul number and what that might mean? What Inspires YOU?
It is still important to be here and to have my poetry. Maybe not so often, I don't know that yet. Poetry is my big love.
that knows no soft moss for the naked feet.


When Napoleon Hill published his business classic Think and Grow Rich in 1937, he proposed that having high personal expectations lays a good foundation for success. If he were to publish his book today, he quite possibly may have renamed it Teach and Grow Rich instead because the emerging opportunities for online education are massive and growing faster than almost any other industry you can name. Online learning or e-learning is already a multi-billion dollar industry and is well on track to become a $100+ billion dollar industry in the next few years. It is flourishing because online learning offers democratized access, opportunities to focus on niche topics which you feel passionate about and most importantly the chance to create value and make an impact at the same time.
Online learning is also popular because it genuinely levels the playing field. Anyone can create a course based on what they know and become a teacher. At the same time, students from around the world can enroll for the very best education products available anywhere. This $100+ billion dollar industry is wide open and the time to get involved in creating materials for online learning and profiting by teaching what you know is now.
If you teach, you will grow rich, and this is about more than just financial freedom. It also means having the freedom to shape your own lifestyle, do work that's meaningful, and make the world a better place. Seizing the Teach and Grow Rich opportunity isn't just for a small or specialized segment of our society. For once, the playing field is truly level.
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The days of filling hospital beds and amassing physician office visits are coming to an end for two budding Indiana initiatives built around anticipating all the ways they can keep people out of medical trouble and out of the hospital.
For St. Vincent Health, a 20-hospital system based in Indianapolis, teams of professionals have been mobilized to monitor people both in the clinical setting and in the community to make sure they can follow day-to-day instructions for managing diagnosed conditions and not suffer health declines. That includes measures to surmount all manner of hurdles–physical, social, behavioral and environmental.
For Columbus Regional Health and Schneck Medical Center in Seymour, operating in adjacent service areas in South Central Indiana, an agreement to integrate their organizations includes expanding the aims of primary care to encompass mental health, exercise and nutrition, and specialty services that belong closer to the action rather than separated by a traditional referral process.
Patient gets sick or injured, visits doctor, gets medical treatment, perhaps is referred to a specialist, fades into the background and either gets better or comes back.
Really sick patient gets admitted to hospital, gets treatment and is discharged with a ton of instructions, maybe a perfunctory follow-up call within a week.
Those traditions of interaction with patients leave yawning gaps in a health care organization's ability to thrive under emerging Medicare and commercial payer models based on responsibility for overall health status and cost efficiency in return for finite reimbursement per person over a set length of time.
To put health care organizations on the path to vigilant monitoring and quick response to the ills of a population for which they're accountable, the whole emphasis of health services has to shift from hospitals, emergency departments and traditional physician offices to a new integrated structure for preventive and community-facing care, including the patient-centered medical home as a centerpiece.
One of the first objectives to turn disjointed efforts into close coordination of patient interaction with the health system is to take on inefficient or inattentive transfers from one care setting to another, says Richard Fogel, M.D., chief medical officer for Indianapolis-based St.Vincent Health. "Transitions are going to be the cornerstone of any population health management program," he asserts.
A transitions-of-care team is a proactive addition to the St.Vincent Health drive for patient-centered services. These teams ensure that post-hospital follow-up appointments are timely and kept, and they confirm that patients are on the proper medications and that they actually receive and take the medications.
Another force for vigilance is the ambulatory team, charged with keeping people out of the hospital. Team members are assigned to individuals with, say, multiple chronic diseases, identifying and/or supplying support services for a given disease, such as diabetes, and informing all physicians about what each of them is doing concurrently for patients in common, says Fogel.
A third team, for integrative care, is designed to remove psycho-social barriers. Social workers tap community resources available to help people who, for instance, don't have a way to get to a medical appointment or can't afford medications and aren't aware they can get a discount or subsidy.
Though focused on patients' community-oriented challenges of recovery at home or staying healthy, the various teams also keep in touch with hospitals and ambulatory networks on the clinical side, says Rebecca Adkins, population health consultant at St.Vincent Health. The organization contracted to operate the community effort, MissionPoint Health Partners, began this summer to embed ambulatory teams in physician offices. If someone calls the office to perform a significant task on behalf of a patient, such as medication reconciliation, the embedded professional is there to field the request, says Adkins.
Inspire has 11 medical home units operating in the communities of Columbus and Seymour, with ambitions to expand and tailor the professionals within them to accomplish care objectives more completely than in the past and also take on new objectives through work roles that haven't been associated with primary care until now.
One component covers the preventive and wellness objectives of caring for people under any sort of financial risk, which calls for roles such as exercise and nutrition counselors, says Rothbart. That squares with a trend toward bringing a range of expertise into the medical home sphere, enabling immediate input and quick treatment of ills that the medical home unearths but might go untreated if left to a separate and time-wasting referral routine, he says.
Other examples include specialties that should be more mainstream for patient-centered care, especially mental health services. Rothbart says it would be cost-prohibitive to place mental health care providers in all medical homes, but he's looking for creative ways to establish partnerships. One option is to have the same mental health clinicians in a community work with a given medical home to attend to behavioral health issues affecting primary care. Primary care physicians, conversely, could be trained to streamline intake of patients needing mental health care, he says. The new roles require thoughtful division of responsibilities and protocols that alter the norm of physician contact with basically every patient. The protocols delineate "who in the office should be taking care of what pieces," Rothbart says. Instead of routing everything through physicians, there are nurse practitioners, medical assistants and others attending to gaps in care plans, leaving doctors to deal with patients needing the most attention—with the necessary information assembled by staff to have a productive conversation.
The upshot of all this extra effort is a connected continuum of coordination starting in the hospital and fanning out to medical homes; other community sites of care, such as workplaces or social agencies; pre-emptive actions in patient homes; and containment of health decline such that people don't end up back at the hospital. That takes structure and deft deployment of personnel.
St.Vincent Health transition team members, for example, get an alert from a clinical IT system within 15 minutes of when a MissionPoint patient shows up at one of the St.Vincent Health hospitals or emergency departments, says Adkins. That starts the patient-centered pathway and their involvement with that patient.
The software system also performs risk stratification, so the ambulatory team can know who is getting sicker and who is at lower risk, and they can develop outreach and wellness campaigns around that information. Integrative care interweaves with ambulatory care activities. If an ambulatory care team member working with a patient reports issues around getting to a physician office, "an integrative team member is right there in the office" and immediately gets involved, Adkins explains.


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There isn't yet an app, as far as I know, to help you decide on a New Year's resolution, but assuming you can leave that side of things to old-fashioned imagination, there is almost certainly one to help you achieve it.
Which will be the must-have gadgets in 2019?
In just over a week's time, the annual Consumer Electronics Show will get under way in Las Vegas, and the world's tech firms will fall over themselves to unveil gadgets we will want in our stockings next year.
How to adjust Christmas Day to perfection
The days of arguing over a copy of the double-issue Radio Times about what to watch on Christmas night are long behind us. With a virtual branch of Blockbuster in your front room, courtesy of all the streaming services out there, the choice is literally limitless. If there is an argument now, it is more likely over which one to subscribe to.
Fusion of a beautifully crafted analogue watch with heart rate monitor
Looking for a fitness tracker but with a bit more style?


Nova Yellow is a Light yellow transparent glass that fluoresces yellow under a U.V. light source. We recommend using an ultraviolet L.E.D. flashlight with a 365Nm-395Nm range for the brightest yellow glow. This glass does contain uranium.
Please click here for radiation reading from OSU Radiation Center.
Great color! Melts smooth. Almost as bright as Illuminati allowing for thinner applications.
Favorite UV color ! Super bright if solid and thick like a small marble or an attachment ! Not quite as bright hollow but still very nice ! Pretty dang easy to work for being a cadmium as well !


Authentic full grain 35mm wide Leather in a classic style that fits jeans, cargo shorts and dress trousers.
The C-Knit is finished with a cross stitch design making it a great belt for every season and every occasion.
A welcomed edition to any calibre of wardrobe.


After several years of making its way up from the original 3rd Division Club Marin's Reserves in 2010, Club Marin Reserves were eventually promoted into the Major Division. Our players are young and talented; we compete to win every game and if not, then we know we gave it our best on the field and our opponents - no less is asked of us. Playing for this club has been a great experience. We hold our practices in Berkeley.
We've been in SFSFL since 2005 while our Premier team has been since 1982.
We are almost always in the mix for the title for the Major Division.
We are always looking for quality players who can play at a high level. Our training sessions are every Thursday's in Berkeley at Gilman Field (John Bates Soccer Complex) from 7 to 9 pm. We will be adding a session in San Francisco starting in January/February of 2017. If you are interested feel free to contact us by e-mail or phone.


When you consider using concrete you give yourself to enjoy many benefits that it tags along. Concrete is one of the homes made materials that are greatly used and this has been made possible due to advancement in technology.
Below are the benefits of the concrete services .Concretes are the most affordable construction materials since they are not expensive. Generally when you are doing any construction you need to have a proper financial plan to ensure whatever you are going for is what lies within your means.
Concrete can serve you for a long time since they have long lifespan and this also saves you cost . The long-term effect of the concretes oils that they can serve you for a long term without getting damaged and this saves you costs to do with replacement and maintenance of the concretes .
When using concretes you do not have to worry when it comes to the ammeters to do with designs, the concerts come in many designs that can fit in many people brackets of interest and needs. If you are looking forward to getting something elegant and beautiful then you can consider using concrete for decoration and you will be amazed at its beauty .
Concretes don't require much hustle in terms of cleaning and also the risk of getting damaged by automobile and this is something that can be done with great ease. You find that buyers when buying a property may consider a property which has concrete more than that which do not have and as a result you as a seller to have a lot of returns.


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        /// Required designer variable.
        /// </summary>
        private System.ComponentModel.IContainer components = null;

        /// <summary>
        /// Clean up any resources being used.
        /// </summary>
        /// <param name="disposing">true if managed resources should be disposed; otherwise, false.</param>
        protected override void Dispose(bool disposing)
        {
            if (disposing && (components != null))
            {
                components.Dispose();
            }
            base.Dispose(disposing);
        }

        #region Windows Form Designer generated code

        /// <summary>
        /// Required method for Designer support - do not modify
        /// the contents of this method with the code editor.
        /// </summary>
        private void InitializeComponent()
        {
            this.tabControl = new MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialTabControl();
            this.Console = new System.Windows.Forms.TabPage();
            this.richTextBox1 = new System.Windows.Forms.RichTextBox();
            this.materialTabSelector1 = new MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialTabSelector();
            this.chatEntry = new MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialSingleLineTextField();
            this.menuStrip1 = new System.Windows.Forms.MenuStrip();
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            this.chatButton = new MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialRaisedButton();
            this.channelContextMenu = new MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialContextMenuStrip();
            this.leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem = new System.Windows.Forms.ToolStripMenuItem();
            this.tabControl.SuspendLayout();
            this.Console.SuspendLayout();
            this.menuStrip1.SuspendLayout();
            this.channelContextMenu.SuspendLayout();
            this.SuspendLayout();
            //
            // tabControl
            //
            this.tabControl.Anchor = ((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles)((((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Top | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Bottom)
            | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Left)
            | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Right)));
            this.tabControl.Controls.Add(this.Console);
            this.tabControl.Depth = 0;
            this.tabControl.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(14, 80);
            this.tabControl.MouseState = MaterialSkin.MouseState.HOVER;
            this.tabControl.Name = "tabControl";
            this.tabControl.SelectedIndex = 0;
            this.tabControl.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(756, 420);
            this.tabControl.TabIndex = 3;
            //
            // Console
            //
            this.Console.Controls.Add(this.richTextBox1);
            this.Console.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(4, 22);
            this.Console.Name = "Console";
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            this.Console.TabIndex = 0;
            this.Console.Text = "Console";
            this.Console.UseVisualStyleBackColor = true;
            //
            // richTextBox1
            //
            this.richTextBox1.BackColor = System.Drawing.Color.FromArgb(((int)(((byte)(32)))), ((int)(((byte)(32)))), ((int)(((byte)(32)))));
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            this.richTextBox1.Dock = System.Windows.Forms.DockStyle.Fill;
            this.richTextBox1.Font = new System.Drawing.Font("Consolas", 9F, System.Drawing.FontStyle.Regular, System.Drawing.GraphicsUnit.Point, ((byte)(0)));
            this.richTextBox1.ForeColor = System.Drawing.Color.White;
            this.richTextBox1.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(0, 0);
            this.richTextBox1.Name = "richTextBox1";
            this.richTextBox1.ReadOnly = true;
            this.richTextBox1.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(748, 394);
            this.richTextBox1.TabIndex = 0;
            this.richTextBox1.Text = "";
            //
            // materialTabSelector1
            //
            this.materialTabSelector1.Anchor = ((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles)(((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Top | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Left)
            | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Right)));
            this.materialTabSelector1.BaseTabControl = this.tabControl;
            this.materialTabSelector1.Depth = 0;
            this.materialTabSelector1.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(0, 24);
            this.materialTabSelector1.MouseState = MaterialSkin.MouseState.HOVER;
            this.materialTabSelector1.Name = "materialTabSelector1";
            this.materialTabSelector1.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(784, 40);
            this.materialTabSelector1.TabIndex = 2;
            this.materialTabSelector1.Text = "materialTabSelector1";
            //
            // chatEntry
            //
            this.chatEntry.Anchor = ((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles)(((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Bottom | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Left)
            | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Right)));
            this.chatEntry.Depth = 0;
            this.chatEntry.Hint = "";
            this.chatEntry.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(14, 527);
            this.chatEntry.MouseState = MaterialSkin.MouseState.HOVER;
            this.chatEntry.Name = "chatEntry";
            this.chatEntry.PasswordChar = '\0';
            this.chatEntry.SelectedText = "";
            this.chatEntry.SelectionLength = 0;
            this.chatEntry.SelectionStart = 0;
            this.chatEntry.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(692, 23);
            this.chatEntry.TabIndex = 3;
            this.chatEntry.TabStop = false;
            this.chatEntry.UseSystemPasswordChar = false;
            this.chatEntry.KeyDown += new System.Windows.Forms.KeyEventHandler(this.ChatEntry_KeyDown);
            //
            // menuStrip1
            //
            this.menuStrip1.AutoSize = false;
            this.menuStrip1.BackColor = System.Drawing.Color.Transparent;
            this.menuStrip1.Dock = System.Windows.Forms.DockStyle.None;
            this.menuStrip1.Items.AddRange(new System.Windows.Forms.ToolStripItem[] {
            this.fileToolStripMenuItem});
            this.menuStrip1.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(0, 0);
            this.menuStrip1.Name = "menuStrip1";
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            this.menuStrip1.TabIndex = 4;
            this.menuStrip1.Text = "menuStrip1";
            //
            // fileToolStripMenuItem
            //
            this.fileToolStripMenuItem.DisplayStyle = System.Windows.Forms.ToolStripItemDisplayStyle.Text;
            this.fileToolStripMenuItem.ForeColor = System.Drawing.SystemColors.ControlLightLight;
            this.fileToolStripMenuItem.Name = "fileToolStripMenuItem";
            this.fileToolStripMenuItem.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(37, 20);
            this.fileToolStripMenuItem.Text = "File";
            //
            // chatButton
            //
            this.chatButton.Anchor = ((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles)((System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Bottom | System.Windows.Forms.AnchorStyles.Right)));
            this.chatButton.AutoSize = true;
            this.chatButton.AutoSizeMode = System.Windows.Forms.AutoSizeMode.GrowAndShrink;
            this.chatButton.Depth = 0;
            this.chatButton.Location = new System.Drawing.Point(712, 514);
            this.chatButton.MouseState = MaterialSkin.MouseState.HOVER;
            this.chatButton.Name = "chatButton";
            this.chatButton.Primary = true;
            this.chatButton.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(57, 36);
            this.chatButton.TabIndex = 1;
            this.chatButton.Text = "Chat ";
            this.chatButton.UseVisualStyleBackColor = true;
            //
            // channelContextMenu
            //
            this.channelContextMenu.BackColor = System.Drawing.Color.FromArgb(((int)(((byte)(255)))), ((int)(((byte)(255)))), ((int)(((byte)(255)))));
            this.channelContextMenu.Depth = 0;
            this.channelContextMenu.Items.AddRange(new System.Windows.Forms.ToolStripItem[] {
            this.leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem});
            this.channelContextMenu.MouseState = MaterialSkin.MouseState.HOVER;
            this.channelContextMenu.Name = "channelContextMenu";
            this.channelContextMenu.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(152, 26);
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            // leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem
            //
            this.leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem.Name = "leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem";
            this.leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem.Size = new System.Drawing.Size(151, 22);
            this.leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem.Text = "Leave Channel";
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            this.AutoScaleMode = System.Windows.Forms.AutoScaleMode.Font;
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            this.Controls.Add(this.chatEntry);
            this.Controls.Add(this.materialTabSelector1);
            this.Controls.Add(this.tabControl);
            this.Controls.Add(this.chatButton);
            this.Controls.Add(this.menuStrip1);
            this.Name = "Terminal";
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            this.Console.ResumeLayout(false);
            this.menuStrip1.ResumeLayout(false);
            this.menuStrip1.PerformLayout();
            this.channelContextMenu.ResumeLayout(false);
            this.ResumeLayout(false);
            this.PerformLayout();

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        private MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialTabSelector materialTabSelector1;
        private System.Windows.Forms.TabPage Console;
        private System.Windows.Forms.RichTextBox richTextBox1;
        private MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialSingleLineTextField chatEntry;
        private System.Windows.Forms.MenuStrip menuStrip1;
        private System.Windows.Forms.ToolStripMenuItem fileToolStripMenuItem;
        private MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialRaisedButton chatButton;
        private MaterialSkin.Controls.MaterialContextMenuStrip channelContextMenu;
        private System.Windows.Forms.ToolStripMenuItem leaveChannelToolStripMenuItem;
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}

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The Amut Group of Italy and Erema of Austria will present a "bottle-packaging" process to visitors at the Amut headquarters in Novara, Italy, from May 28 to May 31.
As part of the show, post-consumer post consumer PET flakes will be recycled in the facility to directly produce food contact thermoformed sheets.
The company announced that it will use recycled PET sheet at the same time as the Plast Milan Exhibition to produce thermoformed trays for the food industry.
The two suppliers said: "This shows that the desired closed material cycle in PET has become a reality."
The direct integration of recycling and production processes eliminates the processing phase.


Looking For Hairdressers In Croydon?
'A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life'.
Did you know, if you have shorter hair, it's best to have your hair trimmed every 6-8 weeks? This will help maintain your style and keep your hair beautifully healthy. Although it might not change your life, as Coco Chanel stated, it will definitely lift your mood!
Finding the right hairdresser can be like finding a new best friend- they're always there to give you a boost. This is especially wonderful in summer, when hair tends to grow quicker. You want a salon that guarantees you leave feeling amazing- every time.
Are you browsing the net, searching for hairdressers in Croydon?
For an award winning salon that are truly passionate about hair, choose JAM Hair. A grand finalist at the British Hairdressing Awards in 2015, our salon offers a huge range of service, including stunning cuts and styles, hair extensions, the Brazilian blow dry and luxury hair treatments. We've also been highly commended for customer service at the Croydon Excellence Business Awards 2016.
Whether you want an eye catching new look, to try a new colour, or simply to maintain your current style, our expert hairdressers in Croydon can help.
For more about our services in Croydon, click here.
Or give us a call on 020 8916 0773 or 020 3251 1034.


Jas(James) Roberts was born and raised in Midland and was able to trace his roots to one of the founding families to settle in this area.
From an early age, he displayed an interest and talent for art and after graduating from Midland Penetanguishene High School, he realized his goal of studying graphic design at the Ontario College of Art.
Although the four years that he spent in Toronto at the college were very difficult financially, they provided many great family stories of how he survived.
When his life was cut short by cancer at 59, his son, Jode, and daughter, Caroline and I felt that the most meaningful tribute to him would be to help other students achieve their post-secondary dreams.
The scholarship was first given the year after his death in 1998.


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Collective Voices
by Cathy Miller | Jul 27, 2020 | Health, Uncategorized | 0 comments
InCycle always has and always will be committed to equality, justice and non-discrimination. We believe in celebrating differences, in working for equality and building a loving, inclusive community that welcomes every race, gender and religious belief. We stand in solidarity with the aim to put an end to systemic oppression and racism and are staunch in our belief that every human is created equal. Black lives matter and to not honor that is an injustice that affects every single human being.
We have a responsibility to help promote fairness, justice and non-discrimination and to foster what is inherently good in each of us – to build a community that empowers every single human. In order to honor the responsibility that we, as human beings, have to stamp out racial injustice, commit to making time to talk with your family and friends about what you can do to ensure fair treatment for all. Donate to an organization that is committed to social justice, allowing these all important organizations to succeed and thrive.
Martin Luther King said it so eloquently "I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character". Working together, our collective voice becomes loud and clear – MORE EQUALITY, MORE HOPE, MORE HUMANITY, MORE ACCEPTANCE, MORE LOVE.


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North Coast has seen relatively low COVID-19 numbers
Prince Rupert and area has had five cases of COVID-19 since January
K-J Millar
Prince Rupert has seen five cumulative cases of COVID-19 since January, while other areas in northern B.C. like Smithers, have experienced significant jumps since mid-October.
Reported cases in the north are mapped out by BC Centre for Disease Control showing 27 cases in Haida Gwaii which stems from a summer out-break, Terrace had 22 cases, Kitimat has had four cases, the Nass Valley has had two cases and Smithers tops the numbers at 42 cases. According to the published data Smithers is more than double what it was at the same time last month.
While the CDC reports every day or every other day on regional statistics and weekly for health service delivery areas, local numbers are only updated monthly. Health authorities are still not reporting numbers for individual communities.
The CDC dashboard for tracking numbers showed on the afternoon of Nov. 12 in the Northern Health Region out of 499 cases, five cases are currently hospitalized with four of those in ICU. There are 60 active cases of COVID-19 in the Northern Health Authority region.
As the spread of the virus is accelerating through Canada, the North Coast has relatively low numbers being in the category of less than 50 cases per 100,000 population.
The doubling of the Smithers numbers in one month comes as the spread of the virus is accelerating throughout Canada, particularly, in certain areas of Ontario and on the prairies. It puts the Smithers LHA well ahead of others in the Northwest with the exception of Haida Gwaii, which has been COVID free since the summer out-break.
For B.C., the CDC is reporting 594 new cases as of this morning (Nov. 13). Yesterday (Nov. 12), Dr. Bonnie Henry, the provincial health officer expressed concern that the cases in the province are doubling every 13 days.
"We're accelerating the number of cases in our community," she said.
"We are in a challenging time, perhaps the most challenging time of this pandemic."
– With files from Thom Barker
Former Agassiz DJ turned prospector finds treasure, renewed life in Lillooet
Nygard, who is 79, was arrested in December under the Extradition Act