The number of Americans filing new claims for unemployment benefits unexpectedly rose last week, but not enough to suggest a shift in the recent pattern of modest job gains.
Initial claims for state unemployment benefits increased 10,000 to a seasonally adjusted 354,000, the Labor Department said on Thursday. Claims for the prior week were revised to show 4,000 more applications received than previously reported.
Economists polled by Reuters had expected first-time applications to hold steady at 340,000 last week.
A Labor Department analyst said claims for five states, including Virginia, Minnesota and Oregon, were estimated since state offices had less time to prepare data because of the national holiday on Monday.
This could have the distorted the readings, making last week's claims a less useful gauge of labor market trends.
The four-week moving average for new claims, which irons out week-to-week volatility, edged up 6,750 to 347,250.
Despite the rise last week, claims remained in the middle of their range for this year and below levels economists normally associate with modest job gains.
There is still no sign of layoffs related to belt-tightening in Washington, particularly the $85 billion in across-the-board government spending cuts which has slowed factory production.
Steady improvement in labor market conditions and rising house prices are helping to sustain consumer spending, limiting the impact of the drag from fiscal policy on the economy.
The economy's unexpected show of resilience has fueled speculation the Federal Reserve could start scaling back its monetary stimulus by the end of the year, pushing up government bond yields.
Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke said last week a decision to start tapering the $85 billion in bonds the U.S. central bank is buying each month could come at one of its "next few meetings" if the economy appeared set to maintain momentum.
The claims report showed the number of people still receiving benefits under regular state programs after an initial week of aid rose 63,000 to 2.99 million in the week ended May 18. The so-called continuing claims covered the week of the government's household employment survey from which the unemployment rate is calculated.
Continuing claims have dropped 21,000 between the April and May household survey week, which could see the jobless rate holding at an almost 4-1/2 year low of 7.5 percent.


Dream Pops, the two-year-old makers of uniquely shaped plant-based popsicles, projects that at the end of this year, it will generate around $500,000 in revenue — and remarkably has done so without selling, for the most part, to consumers.
Rather, the company has pursued a B2B strategy, and has already partnered with big brands, including Beats by Dre, Starbucks, Patron, Diane von Furstenberg and Bumble. Dream Pops has eschewed the typical route of consumer-packaged goods, which involves selling products in local stores before slowly gaining a footprint with more retailers.
"We realized that if we just packaged the product and slotted it in Whole Foods — we would die a slow [consumer packaged goods] death," says David Greenfeld, co-founder and CEO of Dream Pops.
Instead, Greenfeld's team utilized 3D printing to create custom molds and shapes as well as new flavors for its business clients.
The company, which is partially self-funded and has the backing of angel investors, successfully pitched this concept to Beats by Dre, its first client. Dream Pops created treats shaped like the Beats logo that the Apple subsidiary then served at a Coachella party.
It then used this success to tailor its pitches to other brands with the message of "food as an advertising vehicle for shared experiences." Dream Pops sold itself as "a purveyor of branded moments and experiences and a new way to engage customers in real life," Greenfeld says.
Of course, a side benefit to this business — aside from earning $5,000 to $50,000 for each event — is that consumers at these events become more aware of the brand. As of July, the company released its popsicles to consumers and started selling packs of 10 on its website for $45.


In May, EFA's Members led allergy and asthma related activities during the World Asthma Day 2014. [caption id="attachment_5239" align="alignright" width="300"] Boxes from the Finnish Pieni Ele fundraising campaign[/caption] The Finnish Allergy and Asthma Federation participated in the "Pieni Ele" (a small gesture in Finnish) fundraising campaign. The campaign, organized in parallel to the European elections, was a result of a collaboration of 18 disability and health organizations. Money collected from the campaign will serve to support the local patients' organizations, the campaign itself and the central participating Finnish patient's organisations. The Finnish Allergy and Asthma Federation will use the funds to support local activities. [caption id="attachment_5236" align="alignleft" width="300"] FENAER Members together with Inacua staff in Málaga[/caption] The Spanish Federacion of National Respiratory Diseases Organisations (FENAER) mobilised several of its members to celebrate the World Asthma Day in different Spanish locations. In Málaga, members of the Association of Allergy and Asthma patients of Málaga (ALERMA) convinced their peers for a "Walk to improve breathing", an event organised together with Inacua, a popular gymnasium. In Jaén, the Association of Asthma and Allergia Patients of Jaén (ALERJA) met with the Health and Education authorities to present them with the first Olive Pollen Allergy Congress in Spain. More than 200,000 (30% of the population) are affected by the abundant pollen produced by the 60 million olive trees in the region. The meeting gathered with many experts from different provincial delegations. In addition, ALERJA organised a workshop in the provincial museum to raise awareness of the effects of allergy and to share know-how with patients on how to manage allergies. Alejandro Gallego, member of ALERJA, presented the workshop in one of the top Spanish radios. In Madrid, FENAER together with the Madrilenian Organisation of Nursery in Schools (AMECE) and Educasma organised a workshop on self care to improve spring allergy and asthma among children. [caption id="attachment_5240" align="alignright" width="300"] The Swedish Bertil Orrby, member of Barnallergifonden, cycled to raise funds for the association[/caption] The Swedish Astma och Allergi Förbundet celebrated the World Asthma Day in partnership with Apotek Hjärtat one of the major pharmacies in Sweden. The day consisted on informing about the ongoing "Child allergy year" and the fact that asthma is increasing among children in Sweden. More than 50 local associations participated representing all Swedish territory and informing from the pharmacies. The Association of Bulgarians with Bronchial Asthma, Allergy and COPD met with many candidates to the European elections before the ballots. Emil Radev, Member of the European Parliament (GERB/ ENP) was one of the candidates approached and declared being familiar with EFA's Manifesto.


The Maxxia Group has issued a call to brokers to join its operations.
The business said it is looking for generalist asset finance brokers to join it either as broker agents operating under the Maxxia brand; as appointed representatives looking to grow their own brand business; or brokers that are planning retirement and are thinking of selling their business.
The Maxxia Group, the UK arm of the Australian listed McMillan Shakespeare Group, includes CLM Fleet Management, Anglo Scottish Asset Finance, Capex Finance, Eurodrive Motor Finance and Maxxia Finance.
Humphreys said that the company was interested in talking to asset finance brokers who were running an established business but looking for help in expanding their funding options, generating additional revenues or managing their administrative burdens.
He said that Maxxia also wanted to talk to brokers who were running an established business but were planning for retirement and thinking in terms of succession planning and future income. Or they were currently working for an asset finance company but were interested in setting up their own business.
He said that in certain circumstances, for example an established broker focused on a specific asset class but needing access to a broader range of funders, Maxxia would be able to provide access to its panel of 70 funders.
"And if you're a respected, growing, medium-to-large sized brokerage, we might be able to refer the opportunity to our experienced mergers and acquisitions team to make an initial business assessment and provide you with the outline process for a potential acquisition," he added.
A spokesman said that due to its rapid UK growth and targeted acquisitions it had become one of the country's largest and fastest-growing broker businesses, with the number of employees within the Group more than doubled in the last three years. The value of its transactions increased by 14 times over the same period.


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Nothing Ever Really Ends: Thoughts On The Final Season of the TV Show, Supernatural
Season 15 will be the final season of Supernatural. It's the final year. The final page to this chapter of this story. There has already been so much final talk. It's final this and final that, and as a fan, I wonder how I will take another nine months of this.
It's already been an emotional year.
Im March I was at the Supernatural convention in Las Vegas. The first convention after the final season announcement. There were tears. On stage and in the audience. It's not that the fans asked the questions, it was that stars, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki gave the answers. Like they needed to talk about it, and we were the first group of fans they'd seen since announcing they were hanging up their boots.
I attended Jensen's meet and greet and cried. It was always going to happen. Talking about his character Dean Winchester's journey, and both of us being so thankful for it…how could I not tear up. How could Jensen not tear up? That meet and greet was all about the end. But once again, that was Jensen. Like he needed to talk about it.
I was at the Chicago convention a couple of weeks later, and thankfully, the subject of the imminent final year barely came up! That convention was full of another kind of emotion. There was a freak snow storm and flight cancellations. I was on a rollercoaster. I was on my own and exhausted from a long holiday. Then my flight out of Chicago got cancelled, meaning I couldn't make my flight home to Sydney. In amongst this trauma, Jensen and Jared decided that this would be the convention they'd call me by my name. It only took meeting them 20 times! It was Amy this, Amy that. I nearly laughed out loud when Jensen greeted me at his autograph session with a hollered, drawn out, AMYYYYYYYYYYY. The fact that he blew me a kiss and told me he loved me just kind of ended me. I was already on the edge. His kindness pushed me over. I cried a lot in my hotel room that night. About my show. About my guys. About who I'd be without this thing in my life. About being stuck 9000 miles from home. About the friends and strangers who reached out to help and comfort me.
In May I was in Melbourne when the boys came here for the Australian convention. Yes, I asked Jensen and Jared a question about the end. Sorry. They tortured me over it. Poking fun at me mercilessly. Thanking me for bringing down the mood. It went on and on. Bless their hearts. But they answered honestly. Eventually. I hugged them every which way I could that weekend, because I feel the need to hang on to them right now. Hang on tight. Like they're slipping away from us….
In July I was in San Diego, at Comic Con for the final Supernatural Comic-Con panel. I was anxious all weekend. I was terrified something would happen and I wouldn't be there. I was stressed and fretting. I don't know how my friends put up with me. But they did. And there I was. In amongst the nearly 7000 people. There to celebrate this thing we all love so very, very much. I cried. A lot. When the cast came on stage. When they cried. When they couldn't talk for crying. When my friends were crying. When the cast got a standing ovation. When they left that stage for that last time. I cried. So many tears. Then my friends and I all went for food. But mostly drinks. And we all cried some more. I think we were crying sad tears for the loss of something so monumental in our lives, and how scared we were about what that means, but also happy tears, for ever having had it, and for having each other. In that moment, one of the shiniest moments of my life, my gratitude just kept running down my face. I will always be thankful for that day.
Now I sit in my home in Sydney, reading the quotes from the last Supernatural Television Critics Association panel. It's final this and final that, and I wonder how I will take another nine months of this. But then I think about what Jensen said, "This is a long journey that I don't think is ever going to be over…"
It is a long journey. It's the best of journeys. From that Monday night in 2006, when Supernatural first aired in Australia, to now and on into the future. The best of journeys. A journey through a story that has both lifted me up and crushed me. A story that has led me all over the world. On road trips through Texas, up Mount St Helens, down the waterways of Chicago in freezing sleet, up mountainsides in Vancouver, to the beaches of Hawaii, and next year, the grandeur of Rome. A story that has brought into my world so many friends. The best of friends. The kind that understand me on a level most people never will. The kind that reach out to me when I'm hurting, even if we've never met in person. The kind that will forgive me when I rant, will hold me when I cry, will make me laugh until my drink comes out of my nose. The kind that knows how to sit silently with me, because we don't need words to connect what's between us.
This story, this epic story has changed my life and the trajectory of my life in ways that sometimes I can't even fathom. This spectacular story. It has opened my heart and my mind. It has brought a world of diversity into my world. A world of charity. A world of creativity. I am better for this story. In every possible way.
So how do I say goodbye? How do I say goodbye to the defining experience of my life? How do I ever let it go? I don't. Because there are no goodbyes. These characters, they will always be with me. In my mind. On my TV. Alive in my soul. Their hearts beating in mine. These friends, they will always be with me. They are lifelong friends. They are forever. These actors, they will always be with me. I will follow their paths, where ever it takes them. I will champion them until the end of my days. Because they deserve that. Because they gave me so much. These memories. These beautiful, rich, and magnificent memories, they will always be with me. They will carry me through my future, with the downs it's bound to bring, and the ups that will come along with them. Golden, emotion dripped memories. The memories that are still being made.
I have learned so much in the last 14 years. About myself, about people, about love, about loss, about the world, and one thing has been ingrained into my very being… Endings are hard, but then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?
We'll carry this precious cargo with us every, single day.
It's going to be a tough year of final this and final that, but I feel so blessed to feel so sad about this au revoir.
Supernatural Season 15 - The Final Season airs from October 10 2019.
Listen to Amy's thoughts on Supernatural, along with Jules Wilkinson
from the Supernatural Wiki, on The Women of Letters Podcast, available
on iTunes.
Still Us, Just Different: A Supernatural Fan Fiction
March 24, 2019 March 25, 2019 AmyLeave a comment
"I'm still not sure this feels right, Dean."
Sam Winchester looked at his brother; worry lines swirling on his forehead.
"Dude, we talked about this."
"I know, I know, but…" Sam chewed on his lip. "We know not all monsters are bad. We know some good ones out there; there must be more."
"Yeah, sure, and most of the good ones we knew are long dead," Dean shrugged. "Look man, I get it, but that question we keep asking, what if we could stop all the evil in the world, this is it, this is our chance. This is what we're here to do, our purpose, or whatever, and neither of us has to die or sell our damn souls. This is a freakin' gift. To us and humanity. Right?"
The brothers sat in the bunker, nursing a couple of whiskeys; a piece of parchment on the table between them. Sam turned the document to face him and looked at it.
"Could it be this easy? I mean. This seems too easy, Dean."
Dean nodded. His brother was right, it seemed too easy, but they'd researched it every which way, and it came up good every time.
"Sammy, we've looked into it. You've gone through every angle, and I trust you. It's legit. You know it, I know it. This is what we've wanted our whole lives, right?" he looked at Sam for reassurance as much as anything else.
"Yeah. It's what we've always dreamed of, I guess."
Sam and Dean sat in silence for a moment; the weight of their decision settling into their bones.
"It's just," Sam said. "What do we do then…"
That was it; what do they do then? Dean had been wondering exactly this for days, for weeks, ever since they found the spell locked in a box in an old shed. They'd been chasing down a demon making bad deals in a small town, when Dean literally tripped over the thing, spilling the contents across the dirt floor. It was Sam who realised it was something special. He spent sleepless nights translating it. They spent sleepless nights discussing it. They'd run the spell past the witch, Rowena and she said it was the real deal. She said she'd heard that such a spell may exist, but she always thought it was a fancy. Sam and Dean talked through the ethics of casting the spell; is it the right thing to do, is it taking what they do too far? For weeks they hashed it out over and over, always coming back to the same place; now they have it, how could they not use it? How many people would continue to die if they didn't? How many lives could they save with just a few words of Latin.
But it wasn't just a question of right or wrong that was keeping them awake at night, it was their mutual existential crisis; what would their lives be without this thing driving it? This thing that was their every, single day, their whole lives, their whole world, their constant. Everything they know, everything they were born to be, everything their father taught them. If that went away tomorrow, what then? Who were they if they weren't hunters?
Dean drained his glass and reached for the bottle. "I dunno Sammy, I dunno what we'll do when it all stops, but we'll work it out together, like we always have."
"I know we will," Sam sighed. "And I know it's right, I know it Dean. But all this…" he waved his hand around the bunker.
"This is our home, it'll still be here, we'll still be here, that's not gunna change, what we've built that's not going away, what we've achieved together, that's always gunna be us. It's just… It'll be different…"
Years ago, Dean thought, if you'd have asked him or Sam if they had a chance to get out of the life, both of them would have jumped at it. But that was before they'd carved out a place for themselves, and understood their reason for being. That was before they accepted who they were, and were good with it. That was before they'd saved the world, twice.
"We keep saying there's no cost to this spell, no deals, no downside," Dean said. "But this is the cost, I guess. The world we built; our identities. We have to give part of that up for the greater good, and it ain't gunna be easy. But it's the job, man; just on a bigger scale, and it's right."
"Yeah," Sam said, running a hand down his face. "And Kate, Garth, Mia are we sure they'll be okay? They're not just monsters, Dean. Are we sure we've looked after everyone?"
"Hopefully, Rowena's spell will hold," Dean said. "But we've warned them, that's all we can do. It's bigger than them, they know that. We've protected who we can the best we can. Sammy, I know you're worried, but we can't do any more."
Sam nodded at his brother, before picking up his glass and gulping down the rest of his whiskey. Standing up, he grabbed the parchment from the table.
"Right. The longer we wait, the more people die. We got work to do."
Sam and Dean stood in a grove of trees behind the bunker. A small fire burned in a circle, a bubbling pot suspended above it, the pungent aroma of herbs filling the chilled, night air. Dean held a piece of paper covered in glyphs. He turned to his brother.
"This is it, Sammy. We do this, it's the end of everything we've ever known. You ready for that?"
"No," Sam said. "But I know it's right, and I know you and me, that doesn't change."
"No, it doesn't, and it never will," Dean said. He tossed the paper into the fire.
Sam held up the parchment and chanted the incantation, "Abominationes impietatis animalia quae non. Qui non ex simplici. Ad te ab abyssum irent. Ab hoc mundo. Et abierunt!"
He threw a small, leather pouch Rowena had prepared for them, into the flames. There was an explosion of white, blue light. Then silence.
"That it?" Dean said. "Every evil son of a bitch… gone?"
"That's it, Dean…"
The brothers stood for a long time, should to shoulder, quietly watching the dying embers.
Dean woke up and stretched his back, wincing at the loud crack. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he stood with a groan. He grabbed a pair of discarded jeans off the chair in the corner of his room and pulled them on, before taking a clean, black t-shirt from a draw and slipping it over his head. He picked up a pair of socks off the floor, holding them to his nose, before tugging them onto his feet. Putting on his boots, he grabbed his Colt 911 from the nightstand and tucked it in his pants. Opening his bedroom door, he walked down the bunker hall. He found Sam sitting in the kitchen, a steaming coffee mug in front of him, his laptop open.
"Morning, sunshine," Dean said, heading directly to the coffee pot. "What's happening in the world?" He slid onto the chair opposite his brother, pulling his Colt from his belt and setting on the table next to Sam's gun.
"Usual crazy stuff." Sam said.
"Our kind of crazy?" Dean said, eyeing his brother.
"Just normal, human crazy," Sam said. He closed his laptop.
Dean nodded. "Good. So… What we doin' today?"
"I still have a whole bunch of boxes of lore from the back room to go through and catalogue," Sam said. "So, I might as well get into that. You?"
"Baby could do with a clean, might give a few of the other cars a once over too."
Sam nodded. The pair sat, drinking their coffee, the occasional slurp echoing in the silence.
"Before I do that though," Dean said. "I might run into town, pick up some supplies, this kitchen is getting a bit low on just about everything. Fancy going for a ride?"
"Sure thing," Sam said.
Standing up they both reached for their guns.
"Wait," Dean said, his hand hovering over the weapon. "Do we still need these?"
Sam looked at him.
They stared at each other across table.
"Nah," Dean said, sliding the gun into the back of his belt.
Sam laughed and did the same.
"See Sammy, still us."
"Yep Dean, still us."
-FIN-
(c) Story by Amy Hutton based on characters created by Eric Kripke.
Dedicated to Supernatural and the Supernatural fandom, after the
announcement that Supernatural will finish after it's 15th season.
More Supernatural Fan fiction by Amy can be found here
Scammed: A Supernatural Fan Fiction
Dean Winchester drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel of his beloved Impala, his right hand pressing his phone to his ear. The heat radiating across his cheek.
"Come on," he said, moving the phone in front of his face to glare at it.
The Impala door opened with a groan, and his brother, Sam, folded himself in, sliding onto his seat and tucking his long legs under the dash. He was nursing a tray with two large coffees and one sticky looking pastry.
"Still on hold?" Sam said, handing Dean a cardboard cup.
"With the worst freakin' music ever!" Dean grumbled.
He turned his phone towards his brother and hit the speaker button. A crackling, muzak version of Afternoon Delight filled the car.
"Geesh," Sam said, with a grimace.
Dean hit the speaker button again, silencing the cacophony of electronic notes. He put his phone back to his ear and grabbed the pastry from the tray on Sam's lap, shoving a large bite of it into his mouth.
"Mm sthick ov wating," Dean said, through a mouthful of food. "Ib beem ober thirby munmits"
Sam stared at him. "Dude, I didn't understand a word you just said."
Dean took a loud slurp of coffee and wiped his face along his sleeve.
"I said, I'm sick of waiting, it's been over thirty minutes!"
"So, hang up," Sam said with a shrug.
"And lose my place in the queue? No way."
Dean angrily packed his mouth with the rest of the sugary treat at the exact moment a customer service member picked up his call. Quickly taking a gulp of coffee, he attempted to choke down the remnants of pastry while motioning wildly for Sam to hold his cup.
"Yes. Hello," Dean spluttered into the phone, as he struggled to swallow his breakfast. "I want to check my credit card ……… Because I just went to use it, and it got rejected!"
He turned to Sam and rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation.
"What. Oh yeah. Hang on." Dean scrambled for his wallet, lifting his butt to extract it from his back pocket. Placing the wallet on his knee, he held it steady with an elbow while he pulled out his MasterCard. "Okay. It's 5555 6466 8132 0000 ……… Vincent Cooper. 12 September 1979," he said, then waited silently.
Sam watched his brother, eyebrows raised, an amused swirl of lines clustering in the middle of his forehead.
"My last transaction?" Dean carried on. "Um." He glanced sideways at Sam. "It was an online purchase ……… You need me to confirm the purchase? But why? Can't you see the purchase? ……… Oh. Right."
He brought the phone closer to his face, cupping his hand over the mouthpiece and twisting inwards towards the window beside him.
"Anime Heaven," he whispered into the device.
After a beat of silence, Dean closed his eyes and repeated himself, this time in his normal voice.
"ANIME HEAVEN."
Sam let out a snicker followed closely by an "ow!" as his brother expertly reached across and thumped him without even looking.
"Yeah, that's been the only purchase," Dean mumbled. "The card was brand new ……… No. I definitely didn't order forty pair of Nikes." He turned to Sam, "Son of a bitch," he said. "I knew it. Someone scammed my card!"
Before Sam could respond, Dean held up a silencing finger.
"A-ha. Okay," he continued down phone. "Yup, absolutely, cancel it. That'll screw up the fitness freaks." Dean gave Sam a triumphant thumbs up. "And just to clarify, I'm not responsible for that money, right? …… Awesome. Yeah, okay, no that's it. Thanks."
He ended the call and turned to face Sam.
"Can you believe it. Freakin' credit card fraud! Scammers. What ass-wipes. At least we don't have to pay for it."
Sam gapped at his brother.
"Dean, we never have to pay for it."
"What? Yeah, well. That's not the point."
"That card was a scam. Vincent. Cooper. We live on credit card fraud!"
"Technically it is."
"But we're not stealing from anyone."
"Technically we are."
"Banks don't count."
"Technically they do."
Dean glowered at Sam, before turning away and starting the car. She roared to life with a satisfying thrum.
"Anime Heaven, Dean?" Sam said with a smirk.
"Shut-up."
"It's an art form!"
The noise of screeching tyres mixed with Sam's raucous laughter, as Dean floored the gas.
Dedicated to all the Supernatural fans who had their credit cards
scammed this past week in the Great SPN Credit Card Apocalypse.
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Jessie sat in the lounge-room, a glow from the streetlight sneaking through the curtains. She watched the door, anxiously chewing her nails, waiting for James to come home. She wanted to ask him something, something she knew he wouldn't like. She'd rehearsed the words in her mind, and though they sounded perfectly logical to her, she knew he'd still say no. There was no way James would let her date a cop.
James was Jessie's older brother, by a whole four minutes, and he never let her forget it. He was always there, watching over her, and though she never doubted his love, she wished, just once, he'd let her make her own decisions. She knew dating a cop could be dangerous for them, but their parent's death was ancient history. Why would they be discovered now?
Jessie heard the key in the lock and watched silently as James stepped into the hall, kicking off his greasy boots. She sat up a little straighter in her chair, swallowing hard as he flicked on the light. He jumped out of his skin when he saw her.
"What the hell Jessie! Why are you in the dark?"
He was obviously tired. Jessie wished she'd picked her moment more carefully.
"I'm waiting for you. I, um, want to ask you something," she said, wringing her hands in her lap.
"Yeah, well, it can wait. I wanna take a shower."
"Can you shower in a minute?" she asked. "I won't take long."
"I said it can wait!"
Jessie winced. "Okay, sure," she said, forcing a smile. "You go shower."
She closed her eyes and listened as James stomped up the stairs.
"There's no way I'm allowing you to go out with that guy, Jess, he's a cop, are you stupid?"
James was standing in Jessie's bedroom, towering over her, making her feel even smaller than she was.
"I'm not stupid, James, please don't say that," she tried to sound assertive. "How will he find out about mum and dad, no-one else has, besides the case was closed years ago!"
She looked at her twin brother, her fists balled tightly by her sides. She wanted to scream at him, tell him she was 24, that he couldn't control her anymore. She wanted to hit him, punch him until she forced him to say yes, but she knew it wasn't worth it, his anger was too much for her to bear.
Jessie followed James onto the landing, trying to reason with him.
"He's known me for nearly a year, James, don't you think if he was secretly investigating us, we'd know by now? He just wants to take me to dinner. I'm 24, I should be able to go on a date!" She realised her voice was raised, but she didn't care, she was done with this bullshit.
"You're not seeing him and that's it!" James literally stamped his foot.
They stood on the landing, a long, unspoken resentment rolling between them.
"So, is it just him? Or is it anyone?"Jessie asked calmly.
"What?" James said.
"Is it that you don't want me to date a cop or is it that you don't want me to date anyone?" She glared at him, challenging. "You can't risk it can you, because I might leave, and who would you be then? Who are you if you're not controlling me? You're terrified that if I meet someone, I'll finally see how pathetic you are! You need me!"
James flew forward, his face so close to hers she could feel the heat of his breath.
"I don't need you," he growled. "You've done nothing but hold me back my entire life. Protecting you, watching you, trapped in this shitty existence, all because of you! My psychopath sister! Maybe I should leave you, see how far you get."
"But who other than me, would love a loser like you?" Jessie practically hissed.
James punched the wall by her head, he was fuming, but she no longer cared, it was time to own her life.
"Maybe I should tell your Officer Becket the truth about you," James continued, through gritted teeth. "Or better still, take a leaf out of your book and just get rid of him completely." He sneered down at her.
That was it. Jessie felt something explode inside. "You can't control me anymore," she screamed as her hands shot forward, hitting James with all her strength.
He stumbled backwards, realisation frozen on his face.
Jessie sat on the footpath, a sense of calm filling the space where rage just lived. She could hear the sirens. She knew what she was going to say, and she knew they'd believe her. She found James at the bottom of the stairs when she got home. A tragedy. She was pretty sure she could fake some tears, she'd faked them before. As she sat waiting for the ambulance, for the first time in her life she felt truly alone. But it wasn't a sad feeling, it was exhilarating. After 24 years of sharing every emotion, every experience, now she could finally have something for herself. She thought about James' body, broken on the floor and a rush of pleasure coursed through her. She'd forgotten what it felt like to kill, how liberating it was. James had tried to control her, but now she was free, now she could do whatever she wanted.
Ten Second Hero
Crystal still couldn't believe she was there, she still couldn't believe she was doing it. Any minute now she was going to meet her favourite actor, she was going to say hello to him, maybe even touch him.
Her stomach felt like it had a flock of butterflies flapping around inside it and she was acutely aware that she was trembling. Her palms may even be sweating. She wiped them down the front of her dress just in case. She had wanted to come to one of these fan conventions forever, but she never seemed to be able to work up the nerve, her anxiety always getting in the way. And yet somehow here she was, waiting in line to take a photo with a guy she'd been in love with for years! What was she even thinking?
The energy in the room was electric, happiness bouncing off the walls. Music was playing, people were laughing, everyone was excited to be there. As Crystal made her way forward in the queue, she suddenly realised she could see him. There he was, standing in front of a back drop, looking more beautiful than she ever thought possible. It was surreal. Like her wildest dream.
A wave of panic gripped her, she was not emotionally prepared for this! Not even a little! What if she couldn't do it? What if she couldn't talk? Or worse, what if she fainted? She felt light headed just thinking about it. As she started to sway, a girl behind her grabbed her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" the girl asked. "Do you need to sit down?"
Crystal looked around, concerned faces staring in her direction. Please don't let this be how it ends, she thought, with her in a pile on the floor, not when she'd come this far. She took in a steadying breath, determined not to humiliate herself. Determined not to miss this chance.
"Just a bit nervous," she said with a shaky smile.
The girl smiled back understandingly, and then nodded towards the beginning of the line.
Crystal was next.
He turned as she stepped into the photo area, smiling warmly down at her. He was taller than she thought.
"Hi," he said. "What are we doing today?"
She willed herself to speak, "Ah ah…"
He leant in closer so he could hear her.
"A hhhhhhhuuuu…," she stumbled, trying her best to get out the word, just one word. She could feel her face starting to burn. "Aaaa..aaaaaa…A HUG?" she blurted so loud he actually started.
"You got it," he said, gently guiding her into his arms. She bravely rested her head against the warmth of his broad chest.
As Crystal floated from the room, the noise of the fans and the music behind her, all she could hear was her heart singing. She did it. SHE DID IT! And it was the greatest ten seconds of her life.
A Lucky Break
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The bell rang. Straight away Tom's tummy started to hurt. He subconsciously rubbed it, making tiny circles with the palm of his hand. As the other kids excitedly filed from the classroom, chatting about their lunchtime plans, Tom stayed seated, gazing out the window, wishing he could be anywhere but there. He hated lunchtime, it made him feel sick, for real.
Biting on a trembling lip he pushed out his chair with a large scrape. Waiting wouldn't make any difference, it was going to happen no matter what he did. Might as well get it over with. He tried hard not to cry. No wonder everyone picked on him, he thought. Stupid cry-baby. He hugged his bag to his chest as he left the room.
He scuffed down the hall towards the door to the playground. He'd do anything not to go out there, but no one was allowed in the building at lunch, it was school rules, and he didn't think the nurse would fall for another fake sickness. She got real mad at him last time.
Through the glass door at the end of the hall, Tom saw Garry, smirking. He was twice the size of Tom, probably because he always ate Tom's lunch. It's not that Garry beat Tom up, well not usually, he pushed Tom to the ground that one time when Tom tried to stand up to him like his dad told him to. It was worse than being beaten up though, they made fun of him. Garry and his friends called him Tom Thumb, because he was smaller than everyone else. They made chicken noises when Garry took his lunch, which was every single day. Tom hated them.
He looked at the floor and shuffled towards his destiny, sniffing back tears. He didn't notice the garbage bin carelessly left in the middle of hall until he crashed right into it. He heard laughter as he flew through the air, before everything went black.
Tom lay on the couch his broken ankle propped on a pile of pillows, a PS4 controller in his hand.
"Well, I've called the school and told them you'll be off for at least three weeks. They'll send round some homework so you don't fall behind."
"Thanks mum," Tom said, as he shot another zombie.
"Now, sweetheart, do you feel like you could eat a little lunch?" His mum pushed the hair gently out of Tom's eyes.
"Yes please," Tom said.
It felt like a year since he'd had lunch.

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Meet the newest member of the family: my 1920 Singer 66 "red eye" treadle sewing machine!
Treadle Sewing Machines: Yea or Nay?
Dear Hearts and Gentle Lurkers, I have a new obsession: treadle sewing machines. I just checked this machine out this morning. It is ONE BLOCK FROM MY APARTMENT. I found it on Craigslist. According to the serial number, it was manufactured on April 28, 1920. Ninety years old!
Labels: my life, sewing machines, Singer 66, Singer treadle, YEA or NAY?
Friends, it is good to be home. Oh, not Manhattan (though that's nice too) -- I mean here with you at Male Pattern Boldness!
Let's face it: my life as a blogging male home sewist is a lot more glamorous than my real life, where -- I can conceal it no longer -- I am actually Gertie's book agent.
1960 MAD MEN Wiggle Dress Pattern GIVEAWAY!
As you can probably guess after Wednesday's pre-dawn post, I spent most of yesterday in bed trying to catch up on my sleep. I am happy to report that, not only do I feel rested and refreshed, I also look ten years younger.
When Bad Things Happen to Good Patterns or "TOKIBAT!"
Friends, one of the joys of blogging is that no matter what kind of disasters befall you, you can always turn it into material for your blog. Barring the type of catastrophe that sends you to the other side -- and I don't mean Europe -- a capable writer can spin any setback into a life-affirming tale of courage-over-despair worthy of a comeback vehicle for Donna Mills.
"I dreamed I was a peasant in my Burda muslin"
What do they make of all this?
Freunde, I ask you: WHICH would you have chosen?
Suit-us Interruptus or "Burda, He Wrote"
Readers d'un certain age, remember how you used to think life would be a clean linear progression -- 9th grade, 10th grade, 11th grade, Burger King beef-patty flipper, unwed parenthood, delinquency -- but it never was? No, as you and I have painfully learned, life is instead filled with countless tangents and twists, road blocks and blind alleys.
The Men's Suit Project: Oh, Sweet Irony!
Then the suit project, the suit project, the suit project!
Peter dissects a Barney's blazer!
Welcome back to the show, Ladies and Gentlemen!
Do you like this gray wool suit jacket? I hope not. Because in my quest to create a beautiful suit for Michael, a garment had to be sacrificed. This one.
Exhibition Sewing + Suit Project Fabric Purchased!
Let's face it: anybody who blogs about a sewing project while the project is underway is asking for trouble.
I liken it to a person who walks around their apartment naked with the blinds pulled up: there's no guarantee anybody's watching but chances are pretty good that somebody's got their eyes on you so you'd better pull your stomach in and give as good as you've got.
Readers, have you ever experienced something akin to an out-of-body experience, where you heard your voice saying something entirely independent of your brain, your heart, and all sense of reason?
Have you ever noticed how some women, no matter how old they get, always seem to project "girl" more than "woman?" And the same goes for guys: there are some who read as "men" at fourteen and others who still seem like boys at forty.
Should models look more like you and me?
Before I get started, friends, WHO do you think I was like two feet away from -- twice! -- last night at Lincoln Center seeing the Mark Morris Dance Group? Isaac Mizrahi!
Good morning, ear-flapped-awake chihuahua owners and others!
As I mentioned yesterday, I finally returned to sewing after a five-day hiatus, successfully completing my plaid cotton shirt. In addition to the sleeve slip-up already recorded, there was an ongoing problem with fabric stretching.
Readers, I apologize. In my quest for ever-larger readership, I have succumbed to the temptation of using provocative blog entry titles to draw those who may be finding us here via adult-oriented key word entries in random online search engines.
Friends, perhaps it's the arrival of August, or the heat, or something, but my thoroughly unscientific analysis suggests that there's not a lot of sewing going on these days. Or is it just me?
As any longtime MPB reader knows, I love the circus. Maybe it's the elephants, maybe it's the midget clowns on tricycles, maybe it's all those men in tights, I don't know, it just excites me.
"Notice Me - Don't Notice Me!"
We're still in nag-free Monday mode here at MPB, at least until the weather feels more fall-like.
Today, I'd like to touch on something related to Friday's sagger pants saga and a reader comment that has been on my mind since. Nancy K called the sagger pants look (as well as the Thom Browne highwater suit) "attention-getting" and that term really struck a nerve.
Cathy models the 1942 Hollywood Dress!
Friends, it's no secret that Cathy and I have been somewhat on the "outs" of late, especially now that I've insisted she start wearing her glasses instead of bumping into streetlamps and saying "Pardon me."


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Audio Recording Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child I Know My Time Ain't Long / Sometimes I Feel Like My Time Ain't Long
Other Title
I Know My Time Ain't Long
Sometimes I Feel Like My Time Ain't Long
Lomax, John A. (John Avery), 1867-1948 (Collector)
Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill) (Collector)
Reed, Clifford (Performer)
Griffin, Julia (Performer)
Medlock, Johnny Mae (Performer)
Raiford, Florida, June 4, 1939
- United States -- Florida -- Union County -- Raiford
- Religious songs
- Location also known as Florida State Prison; Raiford Penitentiary
- Performer referred to elsewhere as Clifford Reid
- Performer referred to elsewhere as John MacMedlock
- Venue: State Farm, Women's Dormitory
- Performance Note: "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child" performed by Julia Griffin, Johnny Mae Medlock, and Clifford Reed (vocals) at State Farm, Women's Dormitory, Raiford, Florida, on June 4, 1939.
sound disc : analog, 78 rpm ; 12 in.
AFC 1939/001: AFS 03556a01
John and Ruby Lomax 1939 Southern States Recording Trip (AFC 1939/001)
http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.afc/afcss39.3556a1
Southern Mosaic: The John and Ruby Lomax 1939 Southern States Recording Trip (895)
The Library of Congress Celebrates the Songs of America (50,882)
Performing Arts Encyclopedia (158,137)
American Memory (513,954)
Griffin, Julia
Lomax, John A. (John Avery)
Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill)
Medlock, Johnny Mae
Reed, Clifford
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Disc sleeve for AFS Disc #3556
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John and Ruby Lomax 1939 southern states recording trip (AFC 1939/001), American Folklife Center, Library of Congress
Lomax, John A, Ruby T Lomax, Clifford Reed, Julia Griffin, and Johnny Mae Medlock. Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child . Raiford, Florida, June 4, 1939. Audio. https://www.loc.gov/item/lomaxbib000555/.
Lomax, J. A., Lomax, R. T., Reed, C., Griffin, J. & Medlock, J. M. (1939) Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child . Raiford, Florida, June 4. [Audio] Retrieved from the Library of Congress, https://www.loc.gov/item/lomaxbib000555/.
Lomax, John A, et al. Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child . Raiford, Florida, June 4, 1939. Audio. Retrieved from the Library of Congress, <www.loc.gov/item/lomaxbib000555/>.
Battle Ax
Contributor: Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill) - Lomax, John A. (John Avery) - Reed, Clifford - Slater, Gussie
Trouble is Hard
My Time Ain't Long
Contributor: Brown, Lois - Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill) - Lomax, John A. (John Avery) - Reed, Clifford - Sanford, Annabelle
Sissy in de Barn
Contributor: Lomax, John A. (John Avery) - Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill) - Griffin, Julia - Hines, Ruth - Medlock, Johnny Mae - Slater, Gussie
Po' Stranger Blues
Contributor: Hutchins, Lillian - Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill) - Lomax, John A. (John Avery) - Medlock, Johnny Mae
Manuscript/Mixed Material
Contributor: Lomax, Ruby T. (Ruby Terrill) - Lomax, John A. (John Avery)


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The Corporate Town of Gladstone was a local government area in South Australia, centred on the town of Gladstone. It was proclaimed on 8 March 1883, separating the township from the surrounding District Council of Gladstone. It was divided into three wards at its inception (North, East and West), each represented by two councillors. In 1923, it covered an area of 2,243 acres, with a capital value of £137,740. In 1924, it transferred ownership of the Town Hall and the Soldiers' Memorial to the Gladstone Institute. It ceased to exist on 15 May 1933 when it merged back into the District Council. It was expressed at the time that there was local regret at the loss of the distinct town council, but that a decline in rates and reductions in state government expenditure had made it a necessity.

Mayors

 Oliver Horner (1883–1884)
 J. J. Bonnar (1884–1885)
 C. W. Hamilton (1885–1886)
 B. J. Knight (1886–1889)
 R. McDougall (1889–1891)
 A. C. Catt (1891–1895)
 H. Crabb (1895–1896)
 D. Coe (1896–1897)
 W. Hancock (1897–1902)
 J. R. Creber (1902–1904)
 C. Budge (1904–1905)
 P. R. Lee (1905)
 W. Odgers (1906–1909)
 C. H. Chancellor (1909–1910)
 J. H. Sargent (1910–1912)
 J. A. Gallasch (1912–1913)
 J. Eley (1913–1914)
 Walter Langdon Parsons (1914–1916)
 F. C. Grubb (1916–1917)
 E. A. Gale (1917–1920)
 R. E. Lines (1920–1921)
 E. A. Gale (1921–1923)
 W. Odgers (1923–1924)
 C. O. Bennett (1924–1927)
 H. T. Harslett (1927–1929)
 J. W. MacNamee (1929–1932)
 F. C. Grubb (1932–1933)

References

Gladstone

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Cockpit warning forces crew of Cyclone helicopter to land in park near Halifax
The Canadian Press Staff
Published Tuesday, April 13, 2021 11:20PM ADT Last Updated Wednesday, April 14, 2021 12:54PM ADT
HALIFAX -- The crew of a Canadian Forces helicopter landed the aircraft in a park east of Halifax on Tuesday after they noticed a warning indicator in the cockpit.
No one was injured and no damage was reported after the CH-148 Cyclone touched down in Rainbow Haven Beach Provincial Park in the afternoon.
The Royal Canadian Air Force says the helicopter was on a routine flight near its base at 12 Wing Shearwater, which is on the east side of Halifax harbour.
The military says the aircrew was following standard operating procedures for a "precautionary landing" when the decision was made to head for the seaside park, about 10 kilometres east of the base.
The Department of National Defence did not disclose further details, saying the incident is under investigation.
The helicopter was towed back to the base along local roads on Tuesday night.
"Returning the aircraft to 12 Wing will enable technicians, flight safety personnel and the aircraft manufacturer … to determine the cause of the cockpit indication," the military said in a statement.
The military's fleet of maritime helicopters was temporarily grounded after a relatively new Cyclone crashed off the coast of Greece on April 29, 2020, killing all six people aboard.
All six were based in Halifax.
The crash in the Mediterranean Sea marked the largest loss of life in one day for the Canadian Armed Forces since six Canadian soldiers were killed in a roadside bombing in Afghanistan on Easter Sunday 2007.
An ongoing Air Force flight safety investigation has been focused on aircraft systems and human factors as possible causes.
In June 2020, the military said preliminary findings indicated the helicopter did not respond the way the crew had expected as the aircraft was coming around to land on the Canadian frigate HMCS Fredericton.
At the time, Air Force officials said the pilot attempted to make a number of manoeuvres while the Cyclone's "flight director," or autopilot, was still engaged. Rather than turning off, the autopilot started to work against the pilot before the helicopter crashed into the water at high speed.
This report by The Canadian Press was first published April 14, 2021.
The helicopter was towed along Cow Bay Road and Main Road back to the base in Shearwater. (CTV ATLANTIC / JIM KVAMMEN)
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Петченко Олександр Матвійович (нар. 20 січня 1939 р., с. Леськине, Ворошиловградська обл.) — фахівець у галузі фізики твердого тіла і фізичної акустики, розробник комплексу високопрецизійної вимірювальної техніки і новітніх фізичних експериментальних технологій для всебічного проведення акустичної спектроскопії кристалів і термоактиваційного аналізу рухливості дислокацій в квазіпружній і пластичній області деформацій, доктор фізико-математичних наук (1992 р.), професор кафедри фізики ХІІМГ (1993 р.), завідувач кафедри фізики ХДАМГ (2000 р.), заслужений професор ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова (2016 р.).

Біографія

Народився Олександр Матвійович 20 січня 1939 р. у селі Леськине Ворошиловградської області.

У 1957 р. закінчив середню школу.

1957—1959 рр. — отримав першу професію — «механік по ремонту промислового устаткування» (лекальник 5-го розряду) у технічному училищі міста Красний Луч Луганської області.

1959—1961 рр. — військова служба у Харківській артилерійській радіотехнічній академії імені Л. О. Говорова, де став фахівцем з практичної радіоелектроніки.

1962—1967 рр. — студент фізичного факультету ХДУ імені О. М. Горького (сьогодні — ХНУ ім. В. Н. Каразіна).

1968—1970 рр. — стажист-дослідник в Інституті біофізики АН СРСР в лабораторії відомого вченого кристалографа проф. О. І. Китайгородського; спеціалізоване конструкторське бюро (СКБ) біологічного приладобудування АН СРСР.

1970—1973 рр. — аспірант кафедри фізики твердого тіла ХДУ ім. О. М. Горького під керівництвом відомого фізика проф. В. І. Старцева.

1973—1975 рр. — старший науковий співробітник кафедри фізики твердого тіла ХДУ ім. О. М. Горького.

1975 р. — захистив кандидатську дисертацію «Дослідження коефіцієнта гальмування дислокацій в монокристалах KCL і LiF методом внутрішнього тертя».

1976 р. — розпочав науково-викладацьку діяльність на кафедрі фізики на посадах: асистента, старшого викладача, доцента в ХІІКБ (сьогодні — ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова).

1983 р. — присвоєно вчене звання доцента кафедри фізики ХІІКБ; водночас була створена наукова лабораторія «Акустичної спектроскопії», яка розміщалась на базі Харківської артилерійської радіотехнічної академії імені Л. О Говорова.

1992 р. — захистив докторську дисертацію ; отримав диплом доктора фізико-математичних наук.

1993 р. — професор кафедри фізики ХІІМГ (сьогодні — ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова).

1997 р. — отримав Certificate of Recognition of The Marquis Who's Who Publications Board (USA).

Із 2000 р. — завідувач кафедри фізики ХДАМГ (сьогодні — ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова).

2005 р. — нагороджений Дипломом переможця обласного конкурсу «Вища школа Харківщини — кращі імена» в номінації «Викладач фундаментальних дисциплін».

2013 р. — отримав подяку Харківського міського голови за багаторічну сумлінну працю, особистий внесок у підготовку висококваліфікованих спеціалістів і наукових кадрів, плідну науково-педагогічну діяльність.

2016 р. — присвоєно почесне звання «Заслужений професор ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова».

2017 р. — отримав Почесну грамоту виконкому Харківської міської ради за сумлінну і плідну працю, високий професіоналізм.

2019 р. — отримав Сертифікат Національної академії наук України про занесення до видання «Золотий фонд нації. Науково-освітній потенціал України».

Педагогічна діяльність

Після захисту кандидатської дисертації О. М. Петченко розпочав науково-викладацьку діяльність на кафедрі фізики на посадах: асистента, старшого викладача, доцента Харківського інституту інженерів комунального будівництва (ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова). Олександр Матвійович керував підготовкою і розробкою лабораторного обладнання «Фізичного практикуму», що допомогало студентам отримувати табличні значення фундаментальних фізичних величин. Ним було створено 14 оригінальних установок для лабораторії «Механіка», а також розроблено і суттєво модернізовано ще 30 лабораторних установок для лабораторій: «Молекулярної фізики», «Електромагнетизму» та «Оптики».

Викладачі кафедри фізики на чолі з Олександром Матвійовичем проводять всеукраїнські студентські олімпіади, готують зі студентами наукові доповіді до участі у наукових конференціях з актуальних питань фізики. Переможцями всеукраїнської студентської олімпіади стали 6 студентів факультету Електропостачання та освітлення міст (ЕОМ), Інженерної екології міст (ІЕМ), Містобудівельного (МБ) факультету; призерами всеукраїнської студентської олімпіади з навчальної дисципліни «Фізика» стали 9 студентів факультетів ЕОМ, ІЕМ, МБ, Електротранспорту (ЕТ), Транспортних систем і технологій (ТСТ).

За роки викладацької роботи О. М. Петченком було підготовлено 25 науково-методичних і 55 навчально-методичних праць.

Наукова діяльність
Наукові інтереси Олександра Матвійовича Петченка відносяться до фундаментальних експериментальних досліджень квантових механізмів фонон-дислокаційних взаємодій; ефектів дисперсії швидкості пружних хвиль УВЧ-діапазону; резонансних і релаксаційних дислокаційних явищ; квантових процесів скидоутворення в кристалах, термоактиваційних явищ; а також ефектів, що виникають при зміні дислокаційної структури, температури, деформації і радіаційних дефектів на поведінку задемпфованого дислокаційного резонансу в діапазоні частот 7,5–247,5 МГц. Проф. О. М. Петченко є розробником комплексу високопрецизійної вимірювальної техніки і новітніх фізичних експериментальних технологій, необхідних для всебічного проведення акустичної спектроскопії кристалів і термоактиваційного аналізу рухливості дислокацій в квазіпружній і пластичній області деформацій. Ці дослідні дані, отримані О. М. Петченком, стали основою для ретельної перевірки правильності багатьох фізичних теорій, що описують зазначені процеси. Його статті надруковані в журналах, які індексуються у наукометричних базах Scopus і Web of Science.

Публікації
Петченко О. М. — автор та співавтор понад 260 наукових праць, серед яких: навчальних посібників — 5;

навчально-методичних видань та конспектів лекцій — 75;

наукових статей та тез доповідей — 177;

із них 22 статті в Scopus і 28 в Web of Science.

Його ім'я занесене до книг про видатні постаті сучасності:

1. «Who's Who in the World», New Providence. USA, 14 Edition, 1997, p. 1132.

2. «2000 Outstanding People of the 20 th Century», International Biografical Centre, Cambridge, England, 1998, p. 190.

3. «Who's Who in the World», New Providence. USA, 16 Edition, 1999, p. 1260.

4. «Науковці України — еліта держави» (Україна, Київ, 2014 р., Кн. 3, С. 228).

5. «Золотий фонд нації. Українці: творчість, інновації, інвестиції» (Україна, Київ, 2019 р., С. 82).

Нагороди
 Заслужений професор ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова (2016 р.),
 Certificate of Recognition of The Marquis Who's Who Publications Board (USA, 1997 р.),
 сертифікат Національної академії наук України про занесення до видання «Золотий фонд нації.
 Науково-освітній потенціал України» (2019 р.),
 грамота Головного управління освіти і науки Харківської обласної державної адміністрації
 Дипломом переможця обласного конкурсу «Вища школа Харківщини — кращі імена» в номінації «Викладач фундаментальних дисциплін» (2005 р.),
 почесна грамота виконкому Харківської міської ради за сумлінну і плідну працю, високий професіоналізм, вагомий внесок у підготовку кваліфікованих фахівців і науково-педагогічних кадрів (2017 р.)

Примітки

Посилання
 Петченко О. М. на сторінці Співробітники кафедри фізики на офіційному сайті ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова
 Петченко Олександр /Petchenko A. на сайті scholar.google.ru
 Профіль Петченка О. М. в наукометричній базі даних Scopus
 Профіль Петченка О. М. в Pablons
 Петченко Олександр Матвійович на WiKi ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова
 Список опублікованих праць доктора фізико-математичних наук, професора Петченка на сайті бібліотеки ХНУМГ ім. О. М. Бекетова

Джерела
 Petchenko A. M. // Who's Who in the World, New Providence. USA, 14 Edition, 1997, p. 1132.
 Petchenko A. M. // 2000 Outstanding People of the 20 th Century", International Biografical Centre, Cambridge, England, 1998, p. 190.
 Petchenko A. M. // Who's Who in the World, New Providence. USA, 16 Edition, 1999, p. 1260.

Українські фізики


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This was where she'd stay, with a sleepy dog named Rufus and three cats named by color, in the corner of a remote farming patch in southwestern Louisiana, during a storm whose way remained unpredictable.
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Bourque has owned the land south of Lafayette, La., for 52 years, raising a family, chickens and cows and tending to a garden. She's lived alone nearly 30 years, straying off the land mostly to go to church.


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Wilga brązowa (Oriolus phaeochromus) – gatunek średniej wielkości ptaka z rodziny wilgowatych (Oriolidae). Występuje endemicznie na wyspie Halmahera w północnych Molukach (Indonezja). Nie jest zagrożony wyginięciem.

 Systematyka Gatunek ten opisał George Robert Gray w 1861 roku na łamach czasopisma "Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London". Nadał on temu ptakowi nazwę Oriolus phæochromus, a jako miejsce typowe wskazał wschodnią część wyspy Halmahera (wówczas nazywanej Gilolo). Holotyp pochodził z kolekcji zebranej na Molukach przez Alfreda Russela Wallace'a i przesłanej przez niego do Wielkiej Brytanii. Nie wyróżnia się podgatunków.

 Morfologia Długość ciała około 26 cm. Obie płcie są do siebie podobne. Upierzenie jest mniej więcej równomiernie ciemnobrązowe, nieco jaśniejsze i z bardziej szarym odcieniem na twarzy, od podbródka do piersi i boków szyi oraz na lotkach i ogonie; lotki pierwszego rzędu mają jasnobrązowe krawędzie. Tęczówka jest ciemnobrązowa; dziób i nogi czarne.

 Ekologia Zamieszkuje głównie subtropikalne lub tropikalne lasy nizinne, rzadziej tereny rolnicze. Spotykany do wysokości 1200 m n.p.m. Jego pożywienie stanowią stawonogi i drobne owoce. Żeruje zazwyczaj pojedynczo, czasem w parach, od środkowych partii lasów po korony drzew; niekiedy dołącza do mieszanych stad ptaków. Przynajmniej do 2008 roku brak było informacji o rozrodzie.

 Status IUCN uznaje wilgę brązową za gatunek najmniejszej troski (LC, Least Concern) nieprzerwanie od 1988 roku. Liczebność populacji nie została oszacowana, ale ptak ten opisywany jest jako umiarkowanie pospolity. Ze względu na brak dowodów na spadki liczebności bądź istotne zagrożenia dla gatunku BirdLife International ocenia trend liczebności populacji jako prawdopodobnie stabilny.

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Mona Shomali and Haleh Jamali explore female Iranian identity in a joint exhibition
Opening February 19th at Philadelphia's Asian Arts Initiative is That Person Who is Your Creation, an exhibition of the works of two female Iranian artists, Mona Shomali, and Haleh Jamali. A collaboration between From the Mouth of the Lion, Sara Zia Ebrahimi's US-based non-profit organisation dedicated to showcasing the works of emerging Iranian artists in the diaspora born on the cusp of the '79 Islamic Revolution and artclvb, an online platform for contemporary Middle Eastern art, the exhibition will feature five paintings from Shomali's Naked Folklore series, and two video installations by Jamali.
Taking its title from Call to Arms, a poem by the late Iranian poet (and director) Forough Farrokhzad (1935 – 1967), the exhibition explores the subject of female identity from the perspective of two Iranian women living in the West. Through the medium of painting and film, Shomali, an artist born and raised in the United States, and Scotland-based Jamali, curator of the Edinburgh Iranian Festival, examine what it means to be an Iranian woman, challenging both Eastern and Western perceptions and notions in the process.
Last week, I talked to Mona, Haleh, and Sara about some of the ideas and themes of the exhibition, the works on display, and naturally, the connection with Forough Farrokhzad.
Despite having passed away at an incredibly young age, leaving behind a relatively small body of work, Farrokhzad's influence and impact on Iranian artists of all mediums – female artists in particular – has been immense. How, nearly 50 years after her death, has Farrokhzad inspired you as artists?
Mona - When I was a teenager, my mom talked quite a bit about how sexuality was different for women in America than it was for her in Iran. For example, she told me that no one ever said 'vagina' in front of her when she was younger, and she didn't really know what the proper word was in Farsi, because it was so often referred to as 'down there'. She made it seem as if Iranian women between the 50s and 70s were dispossessed of their own bodies. She was the first person to tell me about Farrokhzad. Her description of the poems was special, because she believed they were the first widely-read poems where an Iranian woman was talking about her own sensuality and sensual feelings in a way she saw fit for herself. Her excitement over Farrokhzad's poetry was palpable, as if it were something rare and exotic, and she saw Farrokhzad as taking a stand and owning her sexuality in a way that hadn't been done before. I continued to read Farrokhzad's poetry in college when I took a Farsi class and studied with a Farsi tutor. I gained a deeper appreciation for her when I realised she was not just a pioneer when it came to sensuality, but also that her criticism of Iranian culture was very illuminating and truthful.
Mona Shomali – Ode to Forough Farrokhzad
Haleh - I think that throughout her work she remained honest to her feelings, and her poems are very personal records of that. I believe her work is timeless; they're not really particular to a certain era or period, and you feel like they could have been written yesterday. What is interesting about her poetry for me is her detailed focus on women's struggles, and many of the issues they faced, and continue to face. You can really see the influence of her work in one of my video installations, Someone Who is Not Like Anyone Else, which again refers to another one of Farrokhzad's poems.
Mona, a large body of your work deals with the identity issues you have faced as a female Iranian-American, as well as the preconceived notions surrounding Iranian women in the West. You were born in the States during the year of the Islamic Revolution, and grew up in a time of intense political hostility between your country of birth and your ancestral homeland, let alone experiencing the aftermath of 9/11 first-hand in New York City. How has being raised in America affected your Iranian identity and your self-perception as an Iranian woman? How have you been able to reconcile these two facets (i.e. Iranian and American) of your identity?
Mona - To begin with, I am happy to see that you have described Iranian-American identity as being very distinct from Iranian identity; this is not always recognised in the literature and art of the diaspora. There is a lot of artwork dealing with Iranian identity, but much less has been devoted to the identity of Iranians coming to age in the West. My artwork is very much about the inner conflicts, clashes, contrasts, hostilities, judgements, and juxtapositions of 'being' both cultures at once – both American and Iranian – and the inherent struggle that ensues when one ideology is pitted against another. As an artist, I try to explore the wounds that come from that inner battle within oneself – when these two cultures cannot see 'eye-to-eye'.
We exercise our American choice to go against certain social pressures, parameters, and formal rules, and suddenly, we feel we are betraying our 'Iranianness', as dictated by our community
It is important to distinguish the hybrid Iranian-American (or the Iranian-British, Iranian-Canadian, Iranian-French, etc.), because they have different concerns and issues than the 'fish-out-of-water' Iranian immigrant. The immigrant can distinguish which culture is of 'origin', and which is of 'choice', whereas the first-generation hybrid Iranian-American born outside Iran, or who left at a very young age has more difficulty distinguishing their country of origin and ancestry, on both a conscious and subconscious level. Both cultures are at once 'natural' and 'unnatural', 'familiar' and 'unfamiliar', causing them to inhabit a space in between.
Mona Shomali – Untitled
Sometimes we don't feel Iranian enough. Sometimes we don't feel American enough. We have been raised in a situation where there are two models of identity – a dichotomy of two countries of origin that are often at a cultural war with each other. We try to find a comfortable place between the two paradigms. It can be hard to know with whom we feel we belong, especially when we have chosen (not always consciously) the parts of our Iranian identity we want to keep and hold on to, and the parts we want to discard. Sometimes we want to want to be a part of the Iranian family 'tribe', and sometimes, we don't. Sometimes, we want to be sensual and fiercely independent, and pursue careers against the advice, wishes, and gossip of the old-fashioned 'clan'. We exercise our American choice to go against certain social pressures, parameters, and formal rules, and suddenly, we feel we are betraying our 'Iranianness', as dictated by our community.
What was it like growing up in this space 'in between', as you put it?
Mona - My own Iranian-American friends and I affectionately talk about common things our parents and the community at large would try to artificially differentiate for us by way of discouragement, and by trying to keep us 'in line', saying things like, 'you are being so American right now', 'no Iranian would ever do that', or 'Iranians would be ashamed of you if they know you did such-and-such'. The pioneer immigrant generation refuses to claim responsibility for the behaviour of Iranian-Americans doing things they don't consider to be truly 'Iranian', based on a rigid categorisation and ideology of purity. The original Iranian immigrant community that came to the West assumed their children would take from American and Iranian culture the same things they themselves did, and that was just not realistic. If you grew up like I did – as a 10 year-old girl with hairy sideburns and eyebrows who took khoresht to school in Tupperware, and had her friends ask her what language her parents spoke – you can attest to the reality that we didn't feel 'American', simply because we were somewhat removed from our parents' experience of being Iranian.
Of course, not every Iranian-American sees eye-to-eye, and we don't think like a single organism, largely because we have all taken different parts of our 'mother culture', and have matched them to elements of American culture in a way that is relevant, or that works for our own unique experiences. The thing is, those of us occupying this 'space' in between can recognise each other, because we are deciding for ourselves the how and what to be of each culture. We recognise each other because we are deciding and choosing how to make this work. It is very important for us to have our own narrative space where we can find self-love and self-acceptance, and claim the constructs of our own identities that we understand to be true and meaningful.
Stills from Haleh Jamali's Someone Who is Not Like Anyone
Haleh, while Mona's works largely depict the nude female form, your video installations explore the role of clothing in the understanding of the Iranian female self. To what degree do clothing regulations and norms in Iran play in the constructed notion of the Iranian woman, both in Iran and in the West? As well, how would you say this has changed throughout Iranian history?
Haleh - Someone Who is Not Like Anyone explores the depth of female identity that is primarily based on their appearance, and their different types of clothing. I began this project in a quest for the understanding of the identity of immigrants in a multicultural society, based on the assumption that identity can be made 'fluid' by changes in clothing and lifestyle, especially in attempts to integrate into a new society.
Only you, O Iranian woman, have remained in bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty; if you want these bonds broken, grasp the skirt of obstinacy
What people in the West think about Iran is based on what they see in the media; they think, like in certain cases in Afghanistan and some Arab countries, that we walk around shrouded all the time. People continually ask me if, for instance, if Iranians have to wear the veil, which they don't. Of course, before the Revolution, the situation was different, as you had a lot of foreigners living in and travelling to Iran, and naturally, they had a much clearer picture of things, and saw that a lot of us actually didn't even wear the hejab, let alone the veil!
Your video installations deal with two particular pieces of clothing – the chador, and the hejab. What do they represent to you? How do you feel about the notion – often held by both Iranians and Westerners – that they are symbols of oppression and submission?
Haleh – I think any form of clothing can be a symbol of oppression if people are forced to wear it, but as long as the choice is personal, there's no issue; it depends on the situation, really. For example, the veil exists in the West (in wedding ceremonies, for instance), although it is used in an entirely different way.
In Departure, I've explored the relationship between women and fabric, particularly the shapes and forms created by the chador and the invisible gaze of veiled women. Here, the performer uses fabric as a symbol to depict the struggles, and sometimes the frustrations of individuals whose identities have been disguised. The fabric can be anything – a fake persona, an ideology; it represents something that we want to rid ourselves of. The performer in the video tries to overcome her frustrations and ultimately, get rid of the fabric and reveal her true identity. I didn't want to limit myself just to the use of the chador here, though. I showed the piece to a Colombian friend of mine recently, and she didn't even make the Middle Eastern connection – she thought the woman was trying to escape a bubble.
Do you think Farrokhzad's 'call to arms' is limited to an Iranian/Middle Eastern context, or is hers a universal declaration? What does she have to say to Western audiences? What, ultimately, is the 'message' of this exhibition?
Mona – Farrokhzad began to deconstruct gender expectations in Iran, and I think we can universally explore these much more than we have done so far. It appears that in every culture, there are certain prescribed ways of being a woman and a man. There are gender expectations that vary to the degree of how traditional or contemporary one chooses to interpret their culture of origin. The idea of struggling with gender expectations is a very contemporary issue, and we assume that Western culture has a different belief at its core, despite the similarities. I believe that we are all on a continuum of interpretation when it comes to spiritual/cultural mythologies and creation myths, and that it is less about the stories and 'rules' of culture, and more about how often we revisit and break down previously held expectations.
Sara – One of my hopes for audiences viewing this exhibition is to widen the spectrum of representation of what it means to be a woman of Iranian descent. White people in America are afforded a wide spectrum of representation. All of us, no matter what race we belong to, are trained by the media to believe that white people can be nerds, artists, engineers, rich, poor, shy, outgoing, etc. You get the idea. But the rest of us as marginalised groups are not given that range, and our representations are narrow, and as a result, often very stereotyped. The reality is that every racial group has the counter-culturists, the conservatives, and the various subctultures; there's no one way to be 'Latino' or 'Iranian', even though the media tries to convince us otherwise, and many of us buy into that and recreate that in our communities. In the West, our reference points have been women in chadors and the 'Persian Princesses' of Los Angeles. I see this exhibition as part of a step in another direction. The issues that Haleh and Mona are exploring add dimension to otherwise flat representations of female Iranian artists in the diaspora.
'That Person Who is Your Creation' runs through April 26, 2013 at the Asian Arts Initiative.
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Becoming one body with God's people is not some vague wish, but the promise of Scripture.
For all of us, there are occasions in our life that are engraved on our memories, events we will never forget. One such event for the disciples would undoubtedly have been Pentecost. Of course, they had seen many Pentecosts, for it was one of the great festivals for which they were required to go up to Jerusalem. But that Pentecost had been so different! For just as Jesus had promised, the Holy Spirit had fallen on them.
One of the first things that happened as they were baptised in the Spirit was that a tremendous unity was released among them. And this Spirit–given unity had a powerful effect that cut across their natural human selfishness. We read that 'all the believers were one in heart and mind. No–one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had' (Acts 4:32). And as a result of this, 'with great power the apostles continued to testify to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and much grace was on them all' (Acts 4:33).
Paul was convinced that this Spirit baptism was what took such diverse people – men and women, Jew and Gentile, slave and free – and put them into Christ's body. At last, all the great barriers of the ancient world were broken down as the Spirit baptized them into unity in the body of Christ. How sad it is, then, when we allow the Spirit's work among us today to do the very opposite at times.
Becoming one body with God's people is not some vague wish, but the promise of Scripture. Let us do all within our power today to live as members of that body, not despising our Spirit-given unity, but doing all we can to strengthen it. Let us speak well today of all God's people!


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Democrats seek support services for survivors of Native American boarding schools
BY: Allison Winter - August 23, 2021
WASHINGTON — Democratic lawmakers are pushing federal agencies to provide support for survivors of and communities affected by American Indian boarding school policies, the decades-long practice of forcibly sending Native American children to faraway boarding schools that rejected their tribal cultures. Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-Mass.) and Rep. Sharice Davids (D-Kansas) sent a request this month […]
DACA: Nine years later, many remain unfree in the land of the free
BY: Katherine Narvaez - August 22, 2021
President Barack Obama stated that undocumented individuals "are American in their heart, in their minds, in every single way but one – on paper" as he announced the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) Program in June 2012. It hit home. I was six years old when my mother, a single mother of three and a […]
Afghan evacuees to arrive in the U.S. through Virginia, Wisconsin military bases
BY: Laura Olson - August 17, 2021
WASHINGTON — The first U.S. stop for the nearly 2,000 Afghan interpreters and other refugees evacuated so far amid the collapse of the Afghan government has been central Virginia's Fort Lee military base. Tapped for its East Coast location and its ability to quickly ramp up to serve as a temporary host installation, the Army base […]
Ossoff proposes federal response to new state election laws in Right to Vote Act
BY: Ross Williams - August 5, 2021
Georgia Sen. Jon Ossoff introduced legislation Wednesday that he says will protect Americans' right to vote from state legislatures. "We see that politicians in Georgia and in states across the country are seeking to restrict access to the ballot, targeting Black voters just to gain a partisan advantage in elections," Ossoff said at a virtual […]
Georgia's hot summer of political mapmaking drama takes Capitol step
BY: Ross Williams - June 29, 2021
Georgia lawmakers held their first in-person hearing Monday on the once-a-decade process to redraw boundaries for the state's congressional and legislative districts, introducing the public to a partisan drama set to play out this year. Earlier this month, state House and Senate committees in charge of redistricting and reapportionment held a virtual hearing for residents […]
Relief payments to Black farmers stalled by conservative group lawsuits
BY: Ariana Figueroa - June 28, 2021
WASHINGTON—Former Trump administration officials and conservative and libertarian nonprofits have launched lawsuits to block federal relief funds aimed at Black and minority farmers—a development that House Agriculture Committee Chairman and Atlanta Democrat David Scott calls "an evil system at work here." Suits have been filed in Florida, Wisconsin and Texas that say it's unconstitutional to […]
Biden signs law making Juneteenth a new federal holiday
BY: Jane Norman - June 18, 2021
WASHINGTON — President Joe Biden on Thursday signed into law legislation declaring a legal public holiday annually on June 19, the date of the end of slavery in the U.S. known as Juneteenth. "Throughout history, Juneteenth has been known by many names—Jubilee Day, Freedom Day, Liberation Day," Vice President Kamala Harris said at the White […]
Supreme Court sides with Catholic agency in gay foster care dispute
A unanimous decision by the U.S. Supreme Court Thursday handed a victory to a Philadelphia Catholic organization fighting with the city to continue rejecting applications from prospective foster parents who are in same-sex relationships. The decision falls short of a decisive win, either for those who seek to uphold religious liberty or those who champion […]
Camilla home where Black midwife delivered 6,000 babies endangered
BY: Jill Nolin - June 6, 2021
The women came from all over rural south Georgia to have their baby delivered by Beatrice Borders, a Black midwife known as "Ms. Bea." When Borders ended her run as a midwife, she had helped bring into the world as many as 6,000 babies at what is the only known birthing center of its kind […]
Georgia school board OKs limits on U.S. race topics educators can teach
BY: Ross Williams - June 4, 2021
The Georgia Board of Education voted 11-2 Thursday to approve a resolution that says the United States is not racist and that public school students should only be taught that slavery and racism are betrayals of the country's founding principles. The resolution is a response to concerns that "critical race theory" could be taught in […]
State school board to consider 'critical race theory' ban in Georgia
The Georgia Board of Education has scheduled a special called meeting Thursday to discuss Gov. Brian Kemp's call to ban the teaching of "critical race theory" in Georgia public schools. Critical race theory is an academic framework defining racism as upheld through legal and social structures rather than simply individual bias. Critical race theorists argue […]
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charter-ietf-ipr-02
IESG review
Intellectual Property Rights WG (ipr)
Russ Housley
Charter Edit AD
The IETF and the Internet have greatly benefited from the free
exchange of ideas and technology. For many years the IETF normal
behavior was to standardize only unencumbered technology.
While the "Tao" of the IETF is still strongly oriented toward
unencumbered technology, we can and do make use of technology that has
various encumbrances.
One of the goals of the IETF IPR policy has been to make it easier
for the IETF to make use of encumbered technology when it made
sense to do so.
This group has attempted to clarify and update that IPR policy,
resulting in RFC 3978, RFC 3979 and RFC 3905. The WG has also
discussed the possibility of changing the IETF's patent policy, but
did not detect a consensus for doing so.
At the time of this recharter (February 2006), there are two
remaining items of work for the WG:
- An issue with the production of derivative works has led to the
realization that RFC 2026 and RFC 3978 do not specify exactly the
same policy on this matter, and that neither policy, when read
literally, may be optimal for the IETF's purpose,
in accordance with its mission statement (RFC 3935), its policy
of retaining change control of its own documents, and its desire
for its documents to be openly available and useful.
- The creation of the IETF Trust for managing the IETF IPR has led
to the question of how the Trustees should evaluate the
benefit of the IETF community as a whole and if necessary the
consensus of the IETF on a given matter. Specifically the question
arises whether the previous discussions of the IPR WG have led to
experience that should be codified for the guidance of the Trustees.
The WG will produce 3 documents:
- An update to RFC 3978 (BCP) that attempts to specify a complete set
of rights with respect to derivative works granted to the IETF by
authors, as well as technical updates necessitated by the existence
of the Trust
- A document (info) giving advice to the IETF Trust on what rights in
IETF contributions it should attempt to grant to the public in order
to retain change control while allowing open access, resolving the
discrepancy between RFC 2026 and RFC 3978
- A document (info) giving other advice to the IETF Trust on IPR
handling, based on the IPR WG's experience of discussions in the area
The last document may include advice to the IETF Trust on
mechanisms for consulting with the community on IPR issues once the
IPR WG has closed, if consensus on such advice can be found.
The IPR WG may decide to drop the last document from its charter if
it decides that it has nothing to say.
All documents should have an IETF-wide Last Call before being approved.


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