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Ganesh S. Palapattu, M.D., named chair of Urology; Lisa A. Prosser, Ph.D., new assistant dean for research faculty
Palapattu is the George F. and Sandy G. Valassis Professor of Urology and chief of the Division of Urologic Oncology; Prosser is a professor of pediatrics in the Medical School and directs the Susan B. Meister Child Health Evaluation and Research Center
On Feb. 21, the Board of Regents approved the appointment of Ganesh S. Palapattu, M.D., as chair of the Department of Urology. He had been serving as acting chair since Feb. 1.
Palapattu (top) is the George F. and Sandy G. Valassis Professor of Urology in the Medical School and chief of the Division of Urologic Oncology. He also is co-director of the Genitourinary Oncology Program in the Rogel Cancer Center and director of the Urology Care Foundation Physician Scientist Training Program at the U-M.
After earning a Bachelor of Arts in humanities/South Asian studies at the University of Texas at Austin, he earned his medical degree at Baylor College of Medicine. He then completed an internship in surgery and residency in urology at the David Geffen School of Medicine at UCLA and postdoctoral fellowship in urologic oncology at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.
Palapattu joined the U-M faculty in 2012 as an associate professor of urology and earned promotion to professor in 2016. Prior to coming to the University of Michigan, he was an associate professor of clinical urology at the Methodist Hospital/Weill Cornell Medical College in Houston, Texas. He also is an adjunct professor of urology at the Medical University of Vienna in Austria and has held faculty appointments at Johns Hopkins and the University of Rochester. He currently serves as a member of the Prostate Cancer Scientific Program Committee for the American Society of Clinical Oncology, the Rapid Response Committee of the Society of Urologic Oncology, and the Research Grants and Investigator Support Committee of the American Urological Association.
His clinical interests include the evaluation and management of patients with prostate, kidney and testis cancer. His research seeks to shed new light on the molecular underpinnings of prostate cancer progression with a particular interest in using next generation sequencing to characterize tumor heterogeneity and utilizing metabolomic platforms to study the biologic basis of prostate cancer health disparity. He is co-principal investigator (PI) of the University of Michigan Prostate SPORE, PI of a National Cancer Institute (NCI) T32 training grant in urologic oncology and PI of an NCI RO1 in prostate cancer metabolism. He has mentored more than 40 students, residents, fellows and faculty, and published more than 120 peer-reviewed papers.
In other Medical School leadership news, the Executive Committee approved the appointment of Lisa A. Prosser, Ph.D., M.S., as assistant dean for research faculty, effective Feb. 1.
In her new role, she provides leadership over research faculty appointments and promotions. This includes conducting third-year reviews and exit interviews for research faculty, faculty career development counseling, and assisting department chairs and administrators with difficult faculty issues, recruitment strategies, discipline and dismissal strategies, faculty track selection and disability complaints.
Prosser (bottom) is a professor of pediatrics in the Medical School and health management and policy in the School of Public Health. She also directs the Susan B. Meister Child Health Evaluation and Research Center. She served as director of faculty development in the Office of Faculty Affairs in the Department of Pediatrics and Communicable Diseases from 2013-15.
She earned her doctorate in health policy from Harvard University, and Master of Science degrees in technology and policy, and management, from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. She joined the U-M faculty in 2008 as a research associate professor in the Department of Pediatrics and Communicable Diseases. She earned promotion to associate professor in 2010, and professor in 2016.
Prosser's research program uses methods of decision science and economic evaluation to measure the value of childhood health interventions. Her current areas of interest include the evaluation of health and economic outcomes for vaccination and newborn screening programs through simulation modeling and preference assessment.
Her recent honors include the John Eisenberg Award for Practical Application of Medical Decision Making Research from the Society for Medical Decision Making, and Impact Accelerator Award from the U-M's Institute for Healthcare Policy and Innovation.
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This little code example demonstrate how to drive 9 servos using only two I/O lines. The PWM signal is then demultiplexed using a simple CD4017 CMOS decade counter to drive each separate servo channels.
In fact, it is similar to the decoding stage found in many PPM radio receiver, where the servo position is encoded as a pulse train with variable durations. The signal is reconstructed by clocking the 4017 using this signal, and the active output advances to the next pin with the predefined delay each time the counter is clocked.
All current radios assume that a high level of 1.5 ms is control centered. The range of variation for servo position (-90° to +90°) is 1.0 to 2.0 ms. However variations does exists and it is preferable to go beyond these limits to get the full range of movement. The program given herein provides for a pulse period of 22ms (about 45Hz), with a PWM resolution of 11bit per channel (values from 0 to 2047). 1023 correspond to the center value, and the two extreme goes slightly beyond the capability of the servos (about -92° to +92°).
Each servo position are then updated one after another, instead of all at the same time. The output Q0 is not available for use as it is used to reconstruct the final timing necessary to get the 22ms signal period. At this rate, the interruption routine is called about 450 times per seconds.
Variations can easily be made using shift registers instead of decade counters with minor changes to the code.


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Vesna Kurilic
Skirts, books and werewolves
Ranger Paraversum Series
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Freddie and Ivan Go Ice Skating Together
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Storm Protocol
The Duke's Tower
My Next Book
Free Fiction: Storm Protocol
Copyright by Vesna Kurilić, 2019.
The moment the stormwatch sounded the alarm for the second time in as many days, Luca knew he was fucked.
Since the seas around Lassoua never lacked in storms in the long decade since he'd taken over the lighthouse, it wasn't about him needing more experience. He always kept the food cellars stocked to the brim, too, so it wasn't like he'd die of hunger while keeping watch over the lighthouse and its work.
The problem was that the alarm had a subtly deeper pitch to it than usual – a pitch that no keeper had ever managed to avoid in their lifetime – which made its message deadly serious. The last time Luca had heard that pitch, he'd huddled in a city storm cellar downhill, only to emerge hours later into a world washed over with purple and gray, and his father dead from manning the too heavy lighthouse machinery through the thunderstorm.
Sometimes, keepers just didn't make it. And the batteries Luca's father had helped power in that one single night had kept the whole island in power for two whole years afterwards while Luca was still getting the hang of it. Darker wintery months included, when solar from the rooftops just didn't cut it for many Lassouan inhabitants.
Thus, if it was Luca's turn to go during this storm, so be it. A son of a keeper and a long gone sea drifter, there would be no blood kin waiting for him to come down to the city after the storm had passed.
Had he been honest with himself, something he had no habit or need of being, he would admit that there had been somebody – more than one somebodies – who would be more than happy to see him return unharmed from his service. But the bridges connecting him to the only two people on the whole island of Lassoua who might have cared for him were as good as buried in the deepest cracks in the sea floor, considering the last time he'd seen them, a bare day and a half ago.
Mara, who was the ducal princess Mara di Rena to most islanders, but not, by her own wish, to Luca, had been leaning against her favourite sofa, stifling her yawns, minutes before it all went to shit.
The princess' crimson hair was the only cover over her lean, long limbed, moonlight-pale body as she was smiling across the room to where Luca was trying – and failing – to locate the various articles of clothing he had lost to her cavernous quarters during the past, long hours of the night.
"You do realize no one will be able to see you sneak past if you tip toe soft enough, don't you?" Mara wondered aloud, her throaty voice deeper and even more amused than what she sounded like earlier, while Luca's shorter form was, too, hidden underneath her locks. Sometimes, on the verge of falling asleep or falling over into oblivion, he used to watch the way her lighter skin contrasted his darker body, and how her fingers glistened while combing through his thick black hair, never tiring, never ceasing to amaze him in their tenderness. Nobody would have believed him that the ducal princess could show tenderness, and often, but it's not like he'd ever wanted to share those precious moments with anybody.
"But if somebody does see me…" He shrugged. There – his city boots, softer than his work ones, were tossed under the other sofa bed, and the gleam of white nearby, visible in the dim candlestick light, could only be his shirt – yes! Now, if he could only find his trousers, he might well be under his way. Alas, they were, more often than not, the first piece to go. Her ladyship was very fond of multiples in all things, and thus wasn't one to waste their precious time together, not since the first time she'd invited him into her chambers following a chance encounter in the palace's courtyard.
"Come on, Luca," Rena sighed, the amusement in her voice rising. "I all but own this island. Do you honestly believe, after all these years, that a glimpse of your bare, rather shapely behind could really inconvenience any one member of the court?"
"I don't care much to find out," Luca answered and shortly followed his words with a faint 'ha!' as his eyes finally spotted the seaforsaken pants.
"You've heard the alarm, hadn't you, though?" Rena's voice sounded deeper and softer at the same time, making her concern obvious. When Luca turned to her, clumsily dragging the coarse dark fabric over his hips as he did so, her bright eyes were distant. Still, she didn't waver.
"I've heard it," he muttered. Left boot, right; left laces, right ones. A moment's breath held hard enough to slip the shirt over his entangled, salt-dry locks, and a moment more to gather his most prized possession from the princess' bedside table. Keyes to the lighthouse: the sole piece of his belongings he never once managed to misplace, not even in the deepest, darkest pits of passion, when he went beyond all words or reason.
"What are you going to do?" she asked softly.
Looking at her as he clasped the keys to his belt was a mistake, but he never could resist the temptation. Often they would go weeks without seeing each other – sometimes even a month or more since it required deliberate planning from both their sides to manage a night of abandon – but when they did meet, every single second counted. The bats of Mara's eyelashes – almost as slow as the rise and fall of her alabaster chest – held his gaze for a while.
"I'm going to do my job", Luca said simply.
She gave him a curt nod. "Would you really mind it all that much if I sent some help up there? At least until the storm is through?"
Luca hoped his face betrayed none of the chest crushing fear her words elicited. "There is no one trained to assist me on the whole of Lassoua", he said carefully. "They would be more of a hindrance, than help."
"What about that tiny little apprentice of yours?"
He shook his head so hard it sent his hair right into his eyes. "She's not ready yet," he said and pushed his locks back, hoping she won't see through the lie that had easily left his lips. I'm not willing to risk her life would've sounded too… grim.
Mara shrugged and let her long, lithe legs fall over the side of the sofa. "You're quite good at giving instructions," she said casually and rose to her feet as she always did. Goodbyes were important in her family, she'd told him once, and he'd never tried sneaking out of her bed again.
Luca indulged his idiotic body's urges in one, last, good look at the princess. "If you say so," he said, unwilling to revisit an old argument they'd had about his quality of life (Mara's words) and its utter low levels (also her words) due to his inability to talk to strangers.
Tonight was not a night for rows, and they both felt it.
She crossed the heated stone floor only to plant a kiss into his shoulder, the one still peeking from the collar of his badly adjusted shirt. Her grey eyes were as impenetrable as the storm steel studs which lined both her earlobes and circled her ankles. "Please, please take care, Luca."
"I will," he said, and swallowed hard when she smiled.
"See you on the other side of the storm," she said and forcefully pushed her chamber's doors outwards into the stillness of the palace hallway.
Or, into what used to be a calm hallway, but what was suddenly filled with groans of pain and a rather annoyed looking courtmember whom, Luca swiftly realized with a sinking feeling, was not a random stranger he would've expected to see.
"Luca." The tall gentleman's tone was more welcoming than the exasperation hidden in its depths would've suggested. At least to those who were familiar with his voice.
"Nazzo!" the princess said from behind Luca's shrinking back. Just walk away, just walk away, just start walking and you'll be home in no time… "What are you doing up so late?" From the sound of it, Mara was leaning against her door, hiding her nudity behind the heavy wooden pane.
"Your ladyship." Anir di Nazzo's sunkissed head bobbed in sincere respect, his almost pearl white hair moving not a fraction of an inch with the gesture like a lesser gent's would.
He always wore it bound, even in the middle of the night – and this time, Luca sew that the cord holding it together at the nape of his elegant neck was the piece of fishermen's cord which used to hang from a certain set of lighthouse keyes just until a few weeks ago.
"I was having trouble sleeping, you see," Anir continued, his gaze stuck on Luca's burning face. It could be argued that a man of his colouring would not suffer his cheeks to betray him so easily, but such was his luck, and his distant, drifter mother's lineage. "I thought I'd have a stroll to the palace gardens," Anir continued. "Little did I know the path to them would become… obstructed."
"Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair in no time," Mara said cheerfully.
Anir didn't seem so sure of it, judging by the look he passed over Luca – and the curious state his clothing was in – and the princess herself, with her ladyship's notable lack of clothing of any kind.
It was those damned eyes' fault, he thought to himself, cautiously glancing from one tall, handsome member of the nobility he happened to be fucking, to the other tall, handsome member of the nobility he spent his night with. Their eyes had those same stupid hue, a familiar sight across several noble families – a glint of silver in the grey – which made his knees go weak even on a good day.
Which this day was not. Just for the record.
"What are you doing here?" Anir's soft spoken manner seldom failed him.
Unlike Luca's words.
"Have the two of you met?" Mara audibly tried to make sense of the strangeness of the midnight encounter. Luca idly wondered whether she was able to sense the tension which was quickly sucking air out of the dimly lit corridor.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to go," he said and made his way between Anir and the wall. The way was very, very narrow, but he walked as fast as he could before actually resorting to running – a bad idea, since somebody was always up among the palace guards, even though they rarely, if ever, ventured as far into the inner chambers as Luca did. In no time he pushed open the fire escape door which lead straight onto the path winding up around the island's steepest hill, ending at the foot of the lighthouse itself.
Nobody called after him, and nobody came in his footsteps.
It was better this way. After all, in a few days' time, he would be dead anyway.
This way – when there were finally no chances left that his two lovers could remain unaware of their almost similar roles in Luca's humble life – at least they could compare notes and, if the sea willed it, remember him fondly
After they stop taking turns spitting on his white stone grave.
Getting the machinery ready for the intake which would, if he dropped his guard for a second too long, break their capacities, forced Luca's mind to focus on the task in front of him, not the people he had left behind. The power gathered by the lighthouse during heavy storms was crucial in maintaining Lassoua's grid, as well as her independence from other duchies in the archipelago. Even so, the once-in-a-generation storms were that last little bit of grit which pushed Luca's home island over into serious seafaring territory.
As an outer island, and one whose forebuilders had had the foresight to equip with one of the best rainwater gathering systems among the neighbouring seas, Lassoua was more often than not an enticing target for rogue seamen and other islanders alike. The 'ring of fire', long-distance cannons hidden in the sharpest and most remote rocks and cliffs all around the city, helpfully kept most of them at bay. Alas, the power drain from the cannons was considerable, and the lighthouse keeper's duties played no small part in keeping it bearable.
At least, that was what the defense commander, none other than Anir di Nazzo, used to say, most often while Luca was blowing him. The steady stream of soft, truthful praise about his capabilities and the importance of his work was what got Luca going on even the longest of days, when he was able to do little but touch, be touched, give, and receive.
Luckily, both of his lovers were able to discern pretty early on that his loss of words didn't mean he wasn't interested in listening to them, or in taking part in what came after the talk was through, when there were no mouths free to utter words, only moans and sighs echoing through the air.
Nearing the end of his preparations, including listing very specific instructions to the ducal family as to how to approach the finalization of his rather young, but hardworking apprentice's training once he was gone, Luca found his mind wandering once more.
Because, in all these months – nearing a year or so, actually, since he'd first started seeing both of them, about the same time, and with almost no effort from his part whatsoever, aside from enthusiastic agreement and appreciation of his good luck – he'd never dared think of his lovers in terms of comparison, neither positive nor negative. Mara and Anir were just… Anir and Mara. Two different, separate people – two gorgeous, breathtaking people – who helped Luca cut through the solitude of being the sole caretaker of the Lassoua lighthouse. They were, in their own different ways, almost a means to an end. A way to remind himself, even through all the noise and the duty and the strain of the lighthouse, that he was, after all, human first, lighthouse keeper second.
And now the who of them knew all about it. Because there was no way for them to miss what was happening – what had been happening – a few minutes before that fatal meeting in the middle of the night.
Luca tried and failed to stop imagining how the rest of his lovers' chance meetup could've gone after he made his cowardly exit. What could've they said to each other? What could they think when forced to accept the fact that they had been fooling around with the exact same man, unknowingly to them, at the exact same time?
It wasn't that he'd made any kind of promises to any of them – nor they him, because that was not the way affairs were done in upper islander society – but it would've probably been polite to inform all involved parties of the state of, well, affairs. Luca had managed to avoid it altogether and succeeded in keeping his encounters with the two nobles as secret and as far apart in between as possible, in all the long, sweet months while he'd lived a dream he would've never hoped of having.
Because, with all the courage and strength he must have possessed to fulfil the role of the lighthouse keeper, there was one thing Luca was unable to face, even in theory – having to choose between his lovers.
After he pressed pause on the storm countdown sequence at the main access centre, he made himself a triple shot of imported coffee, the kind he had maybe twice a year, and brought it outside to the highest terrace at the highest level of the lighthouse, built towards the open seas facing south of the island.
The sky had already begun to darken, sucking light into itself while Luca sat in his grand-grandfather's rocking chair and slowly sipped his bitter drink. By the time he felt the first rumble in the distance, the all-island alarm had already started, patiently advising – in a rather shrieking manner which always made the city babes cry out in unison – that all islanders stay indoor, climb deeper down into the ancestral storm cellars built into solid rock underneath the oldest houses, that they stay away from all electrical appliances and, above all, stay put.
It was only a matter of minutes now until it was Luca's turn to descend into the bowels of the lighthouse and start following his own, keeper's storm protocol. His hands knew the levers' positions in the dark, needing no input from the rational part of his brain. He'd already brought the backup batteries close to life, which left them lying empty, but not dead the way they'd stayed for the past decade.
There was talk, when Luca was just a kid, that the lighthouse should be switched to automatic, at least for the greatest of storms. He remembered his father arguing strongly in favor of keeping it manual. The automated systems cannot predict the storms the way the keeper can, his father had once said over comms to the old duchess, Mara di Rena's mother. He rarely went down into the city. Unlike Luca. The automatic can fail in a way no keeper can, Luca remembered his father's words to this day, and overflow the grid with too much power for the island to hold. What would you do then? What could any of the islanders do, but surrender to the open sea raiders and the ever colonizing islanders from afar? Give up on their ancestral homes and the luxuries they could afford due to centuries upon centuries of hardworking Lassouans before them?
When Luca took over the lighthouse, after his father had been found dead next to the main access point showing full battery power in the lighthouse, he'd wondered whether the man had been wrong after all.
It took him a while to realize that nothing could be farther from the truth, a notion solidified even further by reports about the towns at the westernmost part of the nearby, gigantic Eglyesha island being cut off after her automated lighthouses proved unable to handle the subtlest variations in storm charges, which fried their power grid.
As long as Lassoua stood, there would be a keeper in the lighthouse. As long as there was a keeper, Lassoua will stand.
When the lightning spikes started hitting the distant horizon in a pattern too bright and too fast for Luca's human eyes to stand, he quickly rose to his feet and brought the chair and his empty coffee cup inside. He lowered the chair into its hold, strapped it down tight, and put the cup into the small sink.
He'd walked almost all the way to the trapdoor in the floor when he thought of his apprentice coming back, after everything was done, and finding the unwashed cup in the sink. What would she think of Luca? Was it worth it to risk the teenager's conviction so early in her career, if she knew she was to inherit the post from a man who couldn't even spare a second to do the dishes after himself?
While he was washing the sad cup, his eyes kept glancing up and out across the sea, where the swirling and the blinding, coloured light in the sky was ungently counting down the storm's approach to Lassoua. Apparently, more than several generations ago, the storms used to be almost black and white in their boring, ancient form. Luca believed it almost as much as the legend of Eglyesha once being a peninsula and all the islands once belonging to a united, peaceful nation – that is to say, not an ounce.
The cup almost shattered in his hands when he caught movement on the edge of his field of vision, all the way down in the winding trail connecting the lighthouse to the city. His trembling fingers caught the cup and softly set it down in its place.
There were indeed two tall figures walking uphill through the early rainfall, huddled underneath heavy fishermen's raincoats. Even though they were too far away for him to see them clearly in the overcast stormlight, he knew both their gaits, as well as the way they held their shoulders – one regal, one military.
He lifted the trapdoor and ran down the staircase through the lighthouse. When he rushed out to meet them, hoping, with all his heart, that he would be back in time to meet the first solid hit to the island, he was instantly soaked through.
"Go back!" he yelled on top of his lungs. "It's not safe!"
Both figures kept approaching, as good as ignoring him. They were already close enough for Luca to see the determination in those stupid, similar grey eyes, visible even through the growing downpour.
"It's not safe!" he yelled again, loud enough to make the shorter, redhead figure wince, but not loud enough to stop her march on towards him. "You need to leave. Now," Luca blurted out when they reached him, looking at both of them with pleading eyes.
"We're not going anywhere," Mara spat out first, her ducal voice sending shivers through Luca's body, shivers strong enough to match the thundering bursts of explosions rolling high above them.
"We're here to help," Anir joined in, his voice quieter, but his tone none the less determined.
"You're going to get hurt," Luca said, bewildered. "You have no idea what you're messing with!"
"How about this?" Mara chimed in, her regal posture so solid it seemed to Luca that even the storm itself would cower beneath her. "You tell us what to do, and you won't get dead."
The crack cackle of the storm did nothing to cover the thumping of Luca's heart. "You have to go," he tried again, his voice breaking. "I can't stand to see you hurt." He met both their eyes, almost on level, before they exchanged a hard glance between themselves. Luca's breath caught in his lungs.
"We will not let you kill yourself," Anir spoke this time. "Especially not over something so stupid as not accepting help when offered."
Having said that, the tall soldier passed by Luca and solemnly walked uphill towards the lighthouse door. The princess followed in his steps, leaving Luca alone, wet through to his bones, staring disbelievingly after his lovers as they disappeared into the building.
He'd already missed the first burst of lightning – the sweet, sweet virigin burst – before he finally saw the literal light and gave in.
Mara's arms were longer, and Anir's grip harder than what Luca was born with and trained for. After a few initial hiccups due to the sudden role reversion, Luca was barking orders at them as if he'd been doing it all his life. As if they were no more than two apprentices. Grown up, rational apprentices, highly skilled human beings who only needed to be told once, which was most definitely not Luca's usual experience with trainees.
Since they had to keep communicating, neither Luca nor his uninvited guests could wear protective headgear, but he made sure they switched as much of their clothing as they possibly could into regular keeper's rubbery equipment, most notable for the soft, thick soles and high quality, regularly inspected gloves.
The three of them had already reached unforeseen, barely believable levels of unison by the time the first barrage of multiple hits had struck down directly into the welcoming embrace of the lighthouse core, completely bypassing the three vulnerable, organic beings dispersed through the machinery. The work itself was not as hard as it was repetitive, but Luca was nonetheless more than grateful for the way both of the nobles took to it with high speed and low whining.
Actually, after a while, the only whining to be heard came from the machinery itself, which had started to reach past normal levels of power intake and was slowly building up enough to engage the reserve batteries. If they got turned up before their time, quite a bit of power would be lost. If, and Luca hoped this particular option stayed in the 'if' territory, the reserve batteries were switched on, and the storm passed without the extra charge Luca was both dreading and hoping for, the batteries could sustain serious damage, causing a cascading loss of power throughout the lighthouse mainframe – at best.
The setup wasn't perfect, but Luca was perfectly familiar with it. It had to be enough. With the extra two pairs of hands…
After all, it wasn't like he could travel back through time to talk to the forebuilders themselves and curse their names and their children and their children's children just because they had built a flawed system he was now stuck with.
A few minutes of relative calm close to the storm's turning point gave Luca the opportunity to gather the three of them in the same place, close to the main access point, barely a foot away from the place where his father had died.
"There isn't much time left," he said through the rumble and the howling and the omnipresent splatter of rain dancing right outside of the quiet place where they stood, inside the lighthouse's thick walls. "The storm will break soon, and we'll know whether to put the rest of the batteries to work, or to shut them down."
"How will we know?" Anir's brow was worried, but his voice stayed calm.
"I'll know," Luca said and shrugged in a burst of desperation because that was really the gist of it – he'll know. "There is no other way."
"How the hell could anyone believe that one person alone could manage this all by themselves?" Mara shook her head.
"One person can do it," Luca answered, confused.
"But not live to tell the tale," she remarked.
Luca bit through his lip hard enough to taste copper. "If we die today…"
"We won't," the soldier's voice spoke.
"If we do, though," Luca could little let this particular point go, "I'd just like you to know that… I'm sorry."
Both of them watched him in silence for a moment or two.
"Whatever for?" Mara was the one to ask.
Luca desperately looked straight into his princess' eyes. "For being untrue," he said. "For reaching too far. For wanting… wanting more." He tore his gaze away and turned it towards Anir.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting more," Anir said, his quiet voice audible even through the wreckage around them, a commander's voice.
"Not every role is cut out for only one person to fulfill," Mara added and smiled one of her more demure smiles. Even so, there was nothing whatsoever demure in the way her eyes shone with that same smile.
Luca nodded, not really into it. "I shouldn't have bed both of you at the same time," he forced himself to say. "I shouldn't have kept the truth of it from either of you, afterwards. I have brought," he took a deep breath of salted, almost sparkling air, "disgrace on myself, and on… on everything."
"You see," Mara spoke, the smile still there in her eyes, "that's where you're, well, wrong."
Luca blinked.
"I'll understand if we can't all see eye to eye," Anir chimed in, "but her ladyship and I have come to the agreement that, had you withhold your affection from either one of us, you would have done us both a great disservice."
The corners of Luca's eyes stung, and not just from the electrical tension building in the air. "What I've done," he tried. He lost his voice, and tried again. "I've broken the island's custom," he whispered.
"And, in doing so, you've brought great joy to both of us." Anir's hand was as sure as his voice when his fingers found Luca's and weaved through them.
The strange sensation at the back of Luca's neck turned out to be Mara's hand, and the way she held onto him underlined Anir's words with even a deeper strength. "There is nothing to be sorry for," she said kindly. "Apart from this whole sorry affair of you trying to leave us to manage the rest of our lives alone on this silly little island."
Luca opened his mouth, and swiftly closed it. The tingling feeling spreading throughout his body was, after all, not the result of his lovers' touch, but of something far, far more dangerous. "It's time," he said, and tore from both of them in one swift movement. After a moment's hesitation, they quickly followed after, placing him back in charge.
With the storm upon them, all that remained was for Luca to keep himself, as well as both of the people he cared for the most in the whole sea, alive through hell.
The rain was the last to leave the island after the storm drew further away from their shore, leaving only howling winds in its wake.
Shedding the rubber layers proved harder than putting them on had been. Luca's hands were still tingling from exertion, his arms heavier than they'd ever been. His knees were a bit wobbly from going up and down the stairs and the numerous ladders throughout the lighthouse, and his chest constricted from too much ozone and not enough rest.
He'd left the terrace door open when he went through, ignoring the shrill warning signs the reserve batteries gave now that they were full almost over the brink of their capacity, and as good as collapsed down at the wet, bitter cold stone floor at the terrace ledge. It will be a few hours still until the fence was free to be touched barehanded, but there was nothing in the whole wide sea to stop him from looking his fill.
Seen from afar, the tail end of the storm was more blue than black, and the colors of the clouds merged into one big purple-brown swirl. The sea, deep below, was still foaming with waves which will keep even the most seasoned of the sea wolves safe ashore for a few days hence. It was still too early to get in contact with the city of Lassua, to count the island's losses. There will be time for Luca to enroll in the first steps of bringing everything back to normal, the way it always had been right after a storm hit, the way it always will be. Because, no matter the islandwide preparation, no matter the alarms' reach, the storm always took its toll – and the sea, too, would not be denied what it was due.
Washed in yellow and grey, the island on the other side of Luca's lookout seemed peaceful, albeit a little worse for wear. The cypress line hiding the main two burial grounds on the island, a constant horizon companion to Luca's long stormwatch days, was missing a few trees. The long lines of olive trees weren't looking as prim as usual, he reckoned, making him grateful for the few bottles of oil he always kept in the lighthouse's cellar, a habit he'd inherited from his father.
If only his father had been here. If only someone had tried showing his father that it could, after all, be done. If only someone had loved his father enough – apart from the boy Luca was, back in the age, when he was not allowed to stay in the lighthouse during the biggest storms – to show him that some sacrifices needed not be given, not even to the storm.
Heavy footsteps at his back made him turn his wet face away from the sea and face his judgement.
But, in the end, there was none to be had.
Soon he was wrapped in a crushing embrace by two pairs of arms, two warm human bodies, two people who had made him live through what should've, by all accounts, been his end. And a sweet end it would have been, to repose beyond the cypress line, in a white tomb with its dome painted in gold where only the lighthouse keepers lay.
He closed his eyes and lifted his trembling hands towards his lovers. His fingers crumbled the burnt edges of Anir's pale hair and found the soldiers fast heartbeat beneath the solid facade of his marble skin. With his other arm, Luca managed to curl his hand far enough to reach Mara's lips, which were cold, as if she'd been drowning until a few seconds ago.
"Are you alright?" Luca whispered, counting Anir's heartbeats, forcing his own to slow back down, to relax, to accept the fact that he would not, in fact, be joining the ranks of the dead on this day.
"I feel like I'll never be warm again," Mara whispered back, eliciting a small laugh from Anir of all people.
"I'm sure we can think of something to help you with that," the kneeling soldier said.
Luca's breath stopped. "How about… how about you?" he somehow managed and tapped Anir's skin where he could.
"I will probably be alright once we pull back from this demonic ledge," Anir said dryly.
It was Mara's turn for a chuckle. "Behold," she said, her shoulders shaking, "the great commander of the Lassouan army and his fear of heights! I always did wonder why you'd skipped the company of the illustrious ladies and gents in the air force training and went straight into command line."
"If you tell anyone," Anir's voice turned deceptively soft, "I will make sure to have all the brushes and the combs on all the island hidden away from under your nose. And then we'll see how long you'll keep your face, your ducal ladyship."
Luca got gently pushed away from the centre of the hug and used the momentum to take a long, good look at both of the people on his terrace in the luminescent post-storm light.
"I would be more than happy to see you try, my good lord commander," Mara said to Anir, her grey eyes looking straight into the other man's matching ones. A corner of her lips curled up in the familiar way which sent shivers of warmth all the way down through Luca's sore body.
"Are you… are you flirting?" he stammered.
Two pairs of silvery grey eyes blinked back at him.
"We… we were," Mara said, sounding taken aback herself.
"You're not allowed to dump me for each other," Luca hissed, too startled to control himself.
His lovers exchanged another glance which excluded him.
"I feel you might have mistaken the point," Anir said slowly.
"Oh," Luca said. "Oh."
Even the solid soldier smiled at that.
"Come on," the princess said, swiftly turning businesslike as she pried her arms away and rose to her feet. "There's a bathtub in my chambers that just might fit three if we play it close. And since the power levels are currently as high as they an get… we just might have enough hot water for all sorts of nefarious deeds."
"We'll never be able to sneak in your rooms unseen," Luca tried protesting of rote, fighting through somersaults in his gut which Mara's words brought on. "Not all of us."
"They better see us," she said fervently. "It's high time this island's keepers got the limelight they deserve."
Anir's nod of agreement made his unbound hair, disheveled from the past few hours of heavy lifting in the lighthouse as if he were a mere commoner, roll across his shoulders. He stood up, too.
As if on cue, two graceful, solid arms got offered down towards where Luca was still sitting in the rainwater puddle. His insides fluttered.
"Come, Luca," the soldier said. "Let us see this storm out in style."
Both he and the princess stood patiently, tall and unyielding, waiting for him to make up his mind. No matter which way he chose – avoidance or acceptance, denial or honesty – Luca knew, with the certainty of a man sitting on top of years upon years of pure electricity buried deep within the island's rock, that they would not think lesser of him. They would not force him, either way, to be with them, or without them.
They would not, ultimately, make him choose.
Luca took one last, final look towards the sealine behind his back. There was a promise of moonlight on the easternmost horizon, but you could never be sure what the days after the storm would bring. From his experience, it could break either way – into pure darkness, or seas lit from above, turned to such a blinding silver blaze that even the keeper himself would have to shield his eyes.
Luca slowly turned his back to the sea and towards the spot where the two of them stood waiting. Then he took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and grasped both their hands at the same time to let his lovers lift him to his feet and onwards into the future.
Copyright by Vesna Kurilić, 2019. All rights reserved.
Cover photo by Evgeni Tcherkasski on Unsplash.
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New regulations issued by New York State's education department on Tuesday will require education authorities to review the curricula of every Hasidic yeshiva in the state, along with those of all other private schools.
The regulations come years into a growing controversy over whether New York's Hasidic yeshivas are providing education that is substantially equivalent to that offered in public schools, as is required by state law. An investigation by the New York City Department of Education into the issue has made little progress over the past three years, according to an interim report published over the summer.
The new guidelines say that the state will shut down schools that don't meet the equivalency requirements if they fail to address the issue.
Under the new guidelines, the state education department and local school boards will have until 2021 to determine whether all the private schools in the state, including Hasidic yeshivas, meet the equivalency standard. The guidelines are complex. As of Tuesday afternoon, neither the yeshiva reform group YAFFED nor the pro-yeshiva group PEARLS had issued a response.
The new regulations come as power in Albany swings away from the Orthodox Jewish community. The November elections stripped the extraordinary power of State Sen. Simcha Felder, who represents heavily Orthodox neighborhoods in Brooklyn, and who controlled a key vote in the fractured Senate chamber. Voters delivered the Senate to the Democrats in November, a double blow to the Orthodox, who had close ties to Senate Republicans, and to Felder.
The guidelines, however, are based on a controversial law passed as part of last summer's budget deal. The law, which Felder demanded in order to sign on to the budget, limited state oversight over Hasidic yeshivas, but left significant leeway to the education department to determine substantial equivalency requirements.
The new law says that the state education commissioner, rather than local school districts, will determine equivalency for schools that meet certain criteria that were drawn only to include Hasidic yeshivas. Due, in part, to that law, the new documentation from the state education department is complex. Coming just before a holiday weekend, it's likely to take days before its implications are clear.
The documentation includes guidelines relating to teacher competency, instructional rigor, and other areas.
According to the education department, the reviews of the state's non-public schools under the guidelines will begin this school year and continue through 2021. Subsequently, each school will be reviewed once every five years.


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Laurelle is a clairvoyant healer and has 30 years experience working with energy healing including 25 years experience with Reiki. Laurelle works full time as a practitioner, teacher, writer and promoter of Reiki and universal healing. She is author of "Be Peace Now," the "Infinite Spectrum Course in Color Healing," "The Book On Karuna Reiki®".
Laurelle also served as a healer for the Glioblastoma Distant Healing Research Project for the California Pacific Medical Center, and served as a founding member of the Council for Healing.
Laurelle and her husband, Michael Baird, live and primarily teach in Sedona, Arizona. They operate three healing centers there; Peace Place the Reiki Center of Sedona, Crystal & Sound Healing Center, and Crystal Enlightenment on the Creek.
Hi, my name is Laurelle Gaia (pronounced Lor-ell Guy-a).
I make my home in Sedona, Arizona. This is a magical, mystical place. Sedona is known around the world as a very sacred area, with many beautiful red rock formations, petroglyphys, ancient ruins, and areas where the earth has formed powerful accumulations of energy that many believe to be healing. Each of these are called a vortex. The energy here is very supportive of spiritual work. I enjoy the serenity, the crystal clean air and the 320 plus days of annual sunshine. When people ask why I decided to live here, all I can say is that I followed my heart. I love to facilitate classes here because students have an opportunity to study Reiki, plus explore Sedona. There is something for everyone here, vortex tours, hikes, jeep tours, art galleries, crystal shops, and the list goes on and on.
18 years ago I founded the Infinite Light Healing Studies Center, Inc. Over the years it has taken different forms, but has served as an umbrella for my healing work, teaching, writing and for the development of advanced healing techinques, including Reiki techniques, color healing, and earth healing programs..
I have a soul level knowing that all things are energy, even peace. I have seen firsthand how prayer and Reiki can change the energy of a human being so much that radical chemo therapy treatments have little side effect. I have seen Reiki set a broken bone, and heal a burn before my eyes. I don't just believe in the power of spiritual energy to transform I know it to be so. I am convinced that we can utilize what we have learned about Reiki for healing humans and apply it to raising the vibration of the collective consciousness and work together to co-create the promised "age of peace".
In my healing practice I work with a variety of chronic illnesses, like chronic fatigue, and fibromyalgia. I also work with survivors of multiple types of abuse, adults and children. Many people come to me for the simple aches and pains of everyday life, to relieve stress and sometimes just to find a little serenity in a safe haven.
I also serve the International Center for Reiki Training as the Director of Teacher Licensing, assisting student teachers as they progress through our program. It is a great honor to assist such wonderful healing spirits. I learn so much working with this great group of people. As a licensed teacher I travel extensively around the U.S. teaching classes about 26 times a year. I also teach in other countries when I am called to do so.
In 1995 I felt the need to organize a group of Reiki practitioners and teachers from a variety of schools, to focus on promoting harmony in our Reiki community. The day after I established that intent, a wonderful woman, another Reiki Master from a different school, "poofed" into my life. Together we co-founded our local healing group United in Healing. The group has grown into a beautiful network of healing practitioners who work together for community outreach and service projects, and support one another on our personal healing paths.
When I found Reiki, or Reiki found me, I had been diagnosed with clinical depression. I owned an established computer graphic business, was a workaholic, and a momaholic. I tried to be everything for everybody and left nothing for myself. So to make a long story short, I became burned out, or "hit the wall" as they say in the graphic biz.
Reiki helped me balance my energies again. When I first studied Reiki, I thought I was learning it to be able to heal everyone else. Little did I know that Reiki had other plans for me. The first two years with Reiki I went through an intense cleansing process of repressed anger, and emotions. Reiki helped me begin to understand who I am for the first time in my adult life. I had allowed the world around me to lead me into the "Land of Forgotten Purpose" for many years.
You see I really knew at a very young age that this work is why I was called to the planet at this time. When I was 8 years old I decided it was time to become a responsible person, and of course responsible people have a plan for their lives. So I began to wonder what I should do with my life. Well "coincidentally" my grandmother had just given me a Bible. She said, "Honey, if you ever have any questions about life, all the answers are in this book". Well I thought this was wonderful, I would just look myself up in this book and find out what I would do when I grew up. Guess what, the book didn't even have my name in it.
As I diligently searched the Bible for the answer to my question I became mesmerized by the stories of Jesus doing healing. I proudly announced to my family that "When I grow up I am going to travel around the world, and help heal people, and teach them that they can do this to". Ooops...wrong thing to say. The response was, "That's very nice honey, but you can't do that, only Jesus can." "Oh no" I said, "It says right here (in John) these things I do you can do and even greater." "I know that's what it says, but that's not what it means".
So for various reasons, I allowed my inner knowing of my life's purpose to be blocked when I was just 8 years old. But not before I had a little conversation with God. I said "God, I really want to help people like Jesus did, they say I can't, but the Bible says I can. So I guess if I am supposed to do this you'll figure it out and show me someday".
That prayer was completely released and forgotten, but looking back, I was guided from that moment on. I was guided through good times and tough times. Sometimes I made the right choice, and sometimes I didn't. But somehow, God helped me find my way to live the answer to the prayer of an 8 year old with a dream.


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Purigen Biosystems has named Barney Saunders as its new CEO and a member of the board of directors. Saunders joins the Pleasanton, California-based nucleic acid sample prep firm from NanoString Technologies, where he served as SVP of sales and marketing, SVP and GM of life sciences, and chief commercial officer. He also previously served as chief commercial officer of Microchip Biotechnologies (which became IntegenX), and as a general manager at Agilent Technologies, where he led the team that launched the first commercially available full genome arrays for human, rat, and mouse.


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New York Jets Draft Grade
New York is a big market team and I know a lot of PGF nation follow the Jets of course. This had to be an exciting draft for the New York Jets. It started with the number two overall pick as we know, they took Zach Wilson the quarterback out of BYU, he 6'2" 214 pounds. I love this kid's confidence, that's probably the number one thing about him. He is a confident kid, he's a gunslinger. I love his attitude, he's got a live arm we've talked about him a lot because obviously there's going to be a lot of focus on the quarterbacks, but when you look at his arm that's really what stands out, he's a really good passer on the move. He's got a quick release, he's twitchy and a mobile quarterback. He can escape the pocket. You gotta love that about him, he's gonna be able to make those moves out of the pocket and he's good down the field. He's really great off platform and he can manipulate that arm angle, he can throw sidearm etc, and still be accurate and that's the thing that I think a lot of people, when they evaluate this kid they really like his accuracy. Now, the knocks on him is that he was a completely different player in 2020 versus his 2019 season. If you look at his 2019 tape it was alarming. He had a lot of bad decisions. The other big knock on him is his level of play, when he plays good teams isn't very good. So that's a little bit of a red flag for me because obviously jumping up to the next level, you're going to see such a high level of defenses, and he's going to get thrown into the mix, early. I'm sure he's going to be the day one starter, and when you look at this draft choice. This draft choice of Zack Wilson, and to move on from Sam Donald is really going to make or break GM Joe Douglas, this will be the defining pick of his tenure. Overall I like the talent, especially the arm talent from Wilson but quarterback has more to do with what's above your shoulders, than it does arm talent, and so for me this guy makes a little too many bad decisions for my liking. I wish he was a little bit safer sometimes, sometimes he tries to throw the ball into tight windows and he tries to force too many throw, when the smart play would just to be to take the check down, but he's a very good prospect, don't get me wrong, This guy still has a high ceiling. Just not sure he's a great prospect, I think is a very good prospect and it'll be interesting to see how his career plays out, certainly in New York.
The Jets had two first round picks and with the 14th overall pick, they selected Alijah Vera Tucker, the guard out of USC, he's 6'5" 308 pounds. This guy is hands down the best interior offensive lineman in this draft, and I think he's certainly one of the safest picks in this draft because he has such a high floor. He's a versatile player, he played at left tackle at USC, as well as guard, so he's lined up at different spots and he's excelled at multiple positions he's a prototypical guard for the NFL, that he has the size the strength, he has really sound fundamentals, he's a technician out there. He's just got everything he checks all those boxes as far as what you're looking for in a starting guard at the next level. Now he gets his pads, a little too high, sometimes when you watch this tape but that's an easy fix with coaching, that's something that I'm not going to knock them too much work because I think they can fix that, but he's just a really solid all around player powerful in the run game, he's got smooth footwork and his pass sets, and he can really anchor down and stop the ball rush. There's so many things I like about this kid just a fantastic pick for the Jets when you go and get your next franchise quarterback, you've got to protect him and this pick made a lot of sense because Tucker is just one of my favorite players in this draft and a great pic for New York. He's going to be a day one starter, who instantly upgrades this offensive line. Now they started over a quarterback so you've got to protect him and so this is a great pick.
I really liked the first two picks for the New York Jets I thought it was solid, I see what they're trying to build there, but in the second round the Jets took Elijah Moore the wide receiver from Ole Miss, and this guy's a dynamic playmaker and I think he instantly gives them a spark at the slot position so I like that pick as well and I also really liked their pick by Michael Carter, the running back from North Carolina. This is a guy who had back to back 1000 yard seasons with zero fumbles in the last two years, I thought he was a late second or third round guy. So just great value to get him in the fourth. When you look at this draft class, Zach Wilson is really going to be the deciding factor on how we view this class from New York, five years from now. But I understand the selection, top to bottom, this was a great job by the Jets filling holes and finding value throughout this draft, I thought they really crushed it. I'm giving them an "A" grade.


(2018-11-19) Chairman Senate HE Sadiq Sanjrani and five accompanying Senators commenced their engagement today with a call on His Highness Sayyid Asa'ad bin Tariq Al Said, Deputy Prime Minister & His Majesty's Personal Representative. Chairman State Council of Oman HE Dr. Yahya Manthri was also present on the occasion along with the Ambassador of Pakistan HE Ali Javed and Deputy Head of Mission Mr. Salman Athar.
Fondly recalling his visits to, and interactions with, Pakistani leadership since the 70s, His Highness praised the bonds of fraternity and trust between the two nations. Underlining that Oman's 1/3rd population originates from Balochistan, His Highness expressed gratitude for Pakistanis for thwarting the "Jabal Akhdar Rebellion" of 1954.
His Highness Asa'ad welcomed the current presence of Pakistani soldiers in Sultan's Army, Royal Oman Navy and acknowledged contributions to establishing Health, Education and Banking Sectors of Oman.
Chairman Senate conveyed sincere wishes and feelings of admiration for His Majesty on behalf of Pakistani people and leadership and welcomed the excellent progress achieved by 'Pak Oman Joint Investment Company' established in consequence of His Majesty's visit to Islamabad in 2001 with $100mn, with current assets of over $600mn.
Appreciating the bilateral frameworks for cooperation near finalization, both sides welcomed the MoU for Cooperation between the Parliaments which was scheduled for signatures by Chairmen of Upper Houses, immediately follow the meeting.


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Universal Orlando Resort hosts a huge Harry Potter fan event every year. This event is called A Celebration of Harry Potter. It is held all weekend at both Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. There are actor meet and greets, panels, Harry Potter expo, wand combat training, and so much more. There is even more fun when you visit Wizarding World of Harry Potter! The Jones Family got to attend this fun event for Harry Potter fans of all ages. What is your favorite part of A Celebration of Harry Potter?
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In my life, I have been blessed with friends who are creative artists and entrepreneurs – and this has always been an inspiration to me.
My mother loved travel. When we were growing up, she always said, "Go on all the field trips and educational tours. Go on any out of town trips. They may be expensive and maybe we can not always afford it, and we may not be able to give you a lot of money, but the experience will be a gift and a treasure for you."
Or at least something like that.
So we grew up traveling with her and even with our father, who for his part hated traveling, but was, at first, being a lawyer for agrarian reform cases in the provinces of Camarines Sur and Camarines Norte, and then later on assigned as a member of the Department of Agrarian Reform's Adjudication Board in the provinces of Aurora, Laguna, Marinduque, and Romblon. Later on, my mother would let me arrange all her trips with her group of friends, always at least four of them, sometimes as many as twelve, to El Nido, Boracay, Batanes, and other places. I was her personal travel agent. I booked the tickets, arranged the rooms, the boats, the guides, and everything else in between. Her friends started to tell me that I should start a travel agency. I laughed, but they said it would have made my mother happy and proud if I did.
As a daughter, especially after my mother's passing, I have tried, in my little ways, to make her proud, or at least make something out of the inheritance that she left me. I lost all of it in Naga City when I had Wharf Galley in Avenue Square, but in exchange, I learned a lot, and somehow think earned a masters in business administration or something along that line because of that experience. So I let go of the bar and went back to travel. These days, when I help people out with their travel plans and arrangements, I do so as I would my mother and her friends. It is in her memory that I put up Outventure – because it would have made her happy and proud.
Outventure started out online BUT it did not feel that I am a legitimate business if I did not have a physical location. I worked hard to put up an office. When I was looking for a space to lease, I was looking for one for Outventure. So I could not afford spaces that leased out at Php25,000 to Php35,000 per month.
I love milk tea. I have been a fan of Nai Cha since my days in the university when the fast food chain Chow King came out with it. I was always going to Bubble Town for my milk tea fix when I was still in Naga City. El Nido did not have milk tea and it sounded like a sound business idea to put up one.
So I worked on the idea that my space should be big enough to hold a milk tea shop or booth at the very least, and be the Outventure office. The boutique was a side story. It was not meant to be a priority. I was just told that if I had Outventure as a booking and travel services office, it would also be a good idea to have some souvenirs or other items to sell in the space, because that's what everybody else did. I did have some stocks from Kikayism and Thriftista Shop – my online shops, so I thought, yes, that could work. On the side.
We started working on the logos.
Folding 8 did the Outventure logos and sent me these studies.
And this is the final logo:
I am a fan of the work of the husband of a friend of mine from university who does doodle artwork and asked him to work on a logo for the milk tea shop. I gave Aian Rosales of Doodle Lab Creatives some inspirations and he sent me these studies. I eventually sent him a colour palette to work with and we finalized the logo.
This is the final logo:
The boutique has its own name, Bella Lia Boutique, named after my daughter of course, and these were the logo studies, also done by Folding 8. Though we have not finalized the logo and I haven't been using one the past months.
While the logos were being finalized, I and another friend of mine, Radj, whom I really met over Twitter and for the first time in person when he went to Moalboal with me in the summer of 2013, worked on the Outventure website. Radj is from Cebu City and we work online together. My forte is WordPress and his is Drupal. He did these sites (1), (2), and (3). We are doing the Teatro Pilipinas and Inngo Tourist Inn websites together as well.
As the logos, websites, Facebook pages and other social media sites were being worked on, the floor plan and store design were also being finalized. I worked with my friend Karla Ponce on these, over beers (for her) and cocktails (for me), when we happened to be at the same location at the same time at least, but more often, online.
At Fred's Revolution, Cubao Expo, Quezon City
With Karla at Fred's Revolution, Cubao Expo, Quezon City. August 2013
We were sending emails and Facebook private messages back and forth for months. We went through a lot of pegs.
These were the final plans.
Though we had these plans, the outcome was due to whatever materials we could find, and whatever the workers could do. What one see in the shop now is a result of hours of looking through materials available in Puerto Princesa and Manila. I went around the stores in Market! Market! in Taguig, and Robinsons Palawan and Citi Hardware in Puerto Princesa, being helped by the staff with what I need and what I can buy. There were some materials that were cheaper in Manila but required me to ship them to El Nido either via plane or via truck to the port then by cargo boat. There were some materials that I bought in Puerto Princesa and were brought to El Nido via buses. It was months of work. The last trip from Manila, with nearly all the materials, including container baskets, had me and my daughter taking the 2Go Ferry because we could not take the plane because of the heavy luggage, traveling for 30 hours on the ferry, and renting a van to take us from the Puerto Princesa port to El Nido. Lia and I took many trips to Puerto Princesa to buy materials that were not available in El Nido, like LED lights, gallons of paint, and pre-made shelves. Even the furniture were bought in Puerto Princesa, carried by Cherry and Ro-ro buses, and then by tricycle, first to my house in Corong-Corong for storage, then to the shop after painting was completed. My daughter and I did all these all on our own – just the two of us. So, you can understand how proud I am of this shop. Because a lot of hard work was put into it. It may seem like a very simple space, but everything in it equates to countless hours of hard work by numerous people spread through eleven months. I am very proud of this shop – and very grateful for all the people who made the shop possible – lessors, carpenters, painters, electricians, shop keepers, hardware store staff, bus drivers, bus conductors, tricycle drivers, van drivers, porters, logo/graphic designers, web developers, architect/interior designer, friends, and neighbors.
To lower capitalization costs, I used whatever I already had, like the baskets, containers, and other display materials that I have bought through the years, especially the ones I kept buying at the Dapitan Arcade when I was always going there a few years ago. Some chairs and tables that I had since college, and books and magazines that I kept with me through my countless changes of addresses. I refrained from buying anything as much as I could. When I opened, what the boutique had were things I already had from my other shops, and other things that I just borrowed from my many entrepreneur friends like Bambag Canvas Bags and Palamuti by PJ Valenciano. This shop was totally a team effort, that, I will always say, again and again. I have been very lucky with my friends. Lucky, happy, and very much grateful.
Stay tuned for Part 3.
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El autonomismo regional es una doctrina política cuyo objetivo es mantener u obtener la autonomía política de una nación o región. No es necesariamente contrario al federalismo. Por su parte, aunque el soberanismo implique por definición el autonomismo, el autonomismo no implica necesariamente el soberanismo.

El autonomismo en el mundo

Canadá
Basado en los movimientos nacionalistas del siglo XIX el autonomismo en Canadá es una evolución del nacionalismo y soberanismo reflejando la realidad político-económica de Quebec.

Tanto el autonomismo como el soberanismo forman parte de la ideología de los partidos político en Quebec. Tradicionalmente el Parti Québécois tenía como ideología el Soberanismo. Después del referéndum popular en 1980 el partido cambio hacia una política autonomista cuyo objetivo paso de ser independentista a ser soberanista-asociativa, es decir obtener una soberanía máxima para Quebec en el marco de una asociación entre Canadá y Quebec.

Argelia
Un movimiento para la autonomía de la región de Cabilia nació en 2001 como consecuencia de las manifestaciones y represión entre abril de 2001 y 2002 conocida como primavera negra. El autonomismo de Cabilia forma parte del programa del Mouvement pour l'autonomie de la Kabylie.

España

El autonomismo es un elemento central de la política española desde la transición democrática. El autonomismo existe de facto y se aplica a las 17 regiones del país. Existen sin embargo movimientos soberanistas en varias regiones, en especial en las nacionalidades históricas: Aragón, Cataluña, Valencia, País Vasco, Andalucía, Castilla y León, Galicia y Asturias

Francia
El autonomismo regional en Francia se conoce como descentralización, y no surge de aspiraciones nacionalistas ni independistas sino de la aplicación del Principio de subsidiariedad. Los movimientos nacionalistas en Corcega, Bretaña, Provenza (Occitania), y autonomistas/regionalistas en Alsacia y Flandes no han conseguido cambiar la configuración del Estado francés. Existe sin embargo el reconocimiento lingüístico con la posibilidad de cursar gran parte de los estudios en Occitano, Bretón, Alsaciano, Flamenco o Catalán. También existe cierto reconocimiento a nivel de las administraciones locales.  En las elecciones regionales de 2010 no había ningún candidato autonomista o nacionalista. En el país vasco francés sin embargo el movimiento nacionalista tiene más apoyo y obtuvieron 6.5% del voto.

En el ultramar Polinesia Francesa y Nueva Caledonia tiene poder legislativo, monetario. Se celebró un referéndum sobre la independencia de Nueva Caledonia en 2018. Las Antillas francesas, Guyana Francesa, Reunión tienen el mismo nivel de autonomía que las regiones metropolitanas.

Italia

Después la Segunda Guerra Mundial, varias comunidades lingüísticas obtuvieron estatutos especiales autonómicos para proteger sus derechos. Las comunidades que lo consiguieron son:
 Tirol (Trentino-Alto Adigio)
 Valle de Aosta
 Sicilia
Cerdeña

Más tarde, en 1963, se sumó Friuli-Venecia Julia

Véase también
 Soberanía
 Regionalismo

Referencias

Ideologías políticas
Teorías políticas

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Growth imbalance presents Gaston County with unique challenges
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GASTON — The magnet effect of urban growth is pulling the edges of some North Carolina counties into prosperity, while leaving the far sides to play a frustrating game of catch-up.
That pattern is on full display in Gaston County, located just west of Mecklenburg County and separated from Charlotte only by the Catawba River.
Cities on Gaston's eastern end such as Belmont and Mount Holly have seen a residential explosion over the last 10 to 20 years, and the development has even extended into the southeastern corner of the county's largest municipality, Gastonia. But farther west, in towns like Cherryville and Bessemer City, the growth is nominal at best, and pales in comparison to what is on display 20 to 30 miles away.
It presents a unique challenge to such counties to better balance the growth, said Bob Coats, the governor's Census Bureau liaison in North Carolina. They have to figure out how to spread resources equitably, to meet the needs of all areas of the county.
"Twenty to 30 years ago, an area like Gaston County or Johnston County (just southeast of Raleigh and Wake County), would've been much more agricultural," he said. "But farms have now been converted into urban areas. That's kind of what we're seeing going forward, is that the amount of development already going on in Mecklenburg and Wake counties are demonstrating a pull and inciting growth within these more traditionally agricultural areas on the fringes."
With 222,846 residents as of 2018, Gaston County as a whole has seen population growth of 8.1% since 2010, and 27.2% since 2000, according to census data.
Belmont has arguably become the county's most popular place to live, with a vibrant downtown and a close proximity to key destinations. The distance to uptown Charlotte is a mere 12 miles, while Charlotte-Douglas International Airport is less than seven miles away.
With roughly 12,500 residents in 2018, Belmont's population has grown by 22.2% since 2010, and by 48% since 2000, according to census data.
Just a few miles north, Mount Holly also hugs the western banks of the Catawba River and was home to 16,135 people in 2008. That represents a population increase of 18.2% since 2010, and an astonishing 67.7% since 2000, the data show.
But as you go farther west on the map, residential growth drops considerably.
With 5,527 residents in 2018, Bessemer City has seen a population upturn of just 3.7% since 2010. Cherryville's population of 6,026 people in 2018 represents an increase of less than 5% over the last decade. And in Kings Mountain, which straddles Gaston and Cleveland counties, the population has increased by only 2.7% since 2010.
Jean Mountz, the president of the Gaston County Association of Realtors, lives near Crowders Mountain on the southwestern end of Gaston County. But in the decade that she has been selling homes in a five-county region here, she's seen the evidence of some areas outpacing others.
The average selling price of a home in Gaston County rose to $217,875 in the third quarter of this year, according to Canopy MLS and the Charlotte Regional Realtor Association. But Mountz said there's no question that the sales prices accounting for that average are heavily skewed from east to west.
"You can get more house and more land for your money in Gaston County compared to Charlotte," she said. "But that is starting to change farther east. The Belmont area has caught on and is starting to be equal to prices you find in Charlotte."
Importance of infrastructure
Many people moving into a new area care greatly about schools, and Mountz believes Gaston County offers quality public education from end to end. She contends that what has held areas in the western part of the county back is a lack of infrastructure, such as sewer lines and adequate road networks.
"Builders don't like to put homes where every lot has to have a septic system, because you might need a half-acre to put septic on one lot, but a full acre to support septic on another one," she said. "Roads are also important. The infrastructure does not make Cherryville an optimal place because you have to go through a lot of back roads before you get there."
Road improvements are a long-term work in progress across the county. And while there have been some sewer system expansions, it's also an expensive and slow process that typically requires developers willing to shoulder some of the costs.
The city of Gastonia alone is investing more than $30 million to expand sewer service to an area of more than 5.5 square miles, in what is known as its Southeast Sewer Project. But it is battling rising costs as a result of the development boom coming from Charlotte, said Gastonia Development Services Director Rusty Bost.
"We're getting to the point now where the market is going faster than we can keep up with," he said.
Longtime Cherryville Fire Chief Jeff Cash, 60, also became the city manager of his hometown last year. He said there are definitely some in the community who don't want the growth that has been seen in eastern Gaston County. But most see the benefits it would bring to the town.
"We're so far off the beaten path, and without four-lane highway access, it's tough, because a lot of companies would like to come here, but they need that four-lane access to I-85," he said. "We need to expand our tax base and create more jobs. Because it's going to come to the point where if we don't grow, we'll have to start cutting city services."
Cherryville is focused now on things such as improving its parks and recreation offerings, lobbying the state for more road improvements into the city, and updating other aspects of its infrastructure, Cash said.
"We know the growth is coming, so it's a matter of being prepared for it," he said.
Coats, the governor's census liaison, said planning and analysis is a challenge for every city and county, and there's always reason for hope.
"Even for communities that have a little bit of population stagnation right now, just because that's been the story over the recent short term doesn't mean that has to be your future," he said. "A lot of cities and counties are looking at areas around them that have seen growth, and they're trying to figure out how to leverage resources to take advantage of that."


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Maximilian's Zeughaus in Innsbruck.
On the occasion of the 500th anniversary of the death day of Maximilian I, the museum Zeughaus itself is focus of its activities. The arsenal was built by Maximilian at the beginning of the 16th century in secure distance to the city and the residence. It was not only the storage place for the imperial army's Zeug (German for "stuff") including their famous canons but was also the center of a huge arms industry. The exhibition focuses on the history of the house and its surroundings until today that has been closely examined on the occasion of the Year of Maximilian.
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Franklin Synergy Bank (FSB), a regional bank headquartered in Franklin, Tennessee has 12 branches, a construction and development lending volume of over $400 million and a residential construction volume of over $50 million. That gives Franklin Synergy one of the largest construction loan portfolios in the Southeast.
Like many banks involved in construction lending, FSB had its fair share of loan administration headaches, including heavy staffing, endless phone calls, spreadsheets, emails, faxes, duplicative data entry into disparate systems and more. As a result of these manual processes, construction loans were expensive to manage, risky, prone to human error, and often left all participants operating in the dark.
FSB COO, Kevin Herrington, knew that by using technology, the bank could increase their efficiency, mitigate risk and reduce operating costs. "Perhaps the most important benefit to finding the right technology was that we could provide borrowers with the same kind of convenience they find in online banking", said Herrington. With that kind of "borrower experience", Herrington knew FSB would be poised to grow their construction lending portfolio, without adding extra administration hassles for the bank. FSB found their answer with Built. Built's web-based and mobile applications for construction loan administration helped FSB increase loan profitability, attract and retain the best borrowers, reduce risk, and simplify compliance.
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Laziness is the mother of invention. We humans are very good at doing things, but we're even better at finding ways to not do things. Especially menial things, like walking.
Enter the slew of small, electric, personal transportation devices that we're calling "rideables." Thrust into the spotlight by celebrities (the kung-fu masters of laziness), there is now a veritable industry of electronic chariots. We put four of the most promising rideables to the test to see if they're worth a damn.
The PhunkeeDuck is celebrities' scooter of choice, because it has the best marketing department. It's kind of like a small Segway without the handles. You lean to accelerate and brake, and you twist your feet to rotate and turn. It's similar to what our own David Pierce rode last month. It costs $1,500, has a claimed range of about 10 miles and tops out at 12 mph. It takes between two and three hours to charge and weighs 18 pounds.
The Hovertrax is very similar, just smaller and lighter. As far as we can tell this is the original rideable, though this is an area of contention. It'll run you $1,500 and has a range of just over 9 miles. The company says it has a top speed of just 5 mph, but it is a lot higher than that, let me tell you. It only takes half an hour to fully charge and weighs just 15 pounds.
The zBoard Pro looks like an oversized skateboard. There are a lot of electric skateboards out there but this one is especially appealing because it doesn't require a hand-held remote. It has a pressure-sensitive pad on the front and on the back, and you just lean. Simple, right? It costs 900 bucks, has a range of up to 13 miles, and a top speed of up to 20 mph. The downside is it takes 5 to 6 hours to charge and weighs 25 pounds.
And then there is the Solowheel Extreme, from the same team behind the Hovertrax. It's basically a self-balancing, stand-up unicycle. Well, it tries to self-balance while going back and forth—from side to side, you're on your own. It costs a whopping $2,300, but it's build for rougher terrain. It has a range of 15.5 miles and a top speed of 10 mph. It charges in just an hour and weighs 26 pounds.
You can see all of our tests of these wheeled beasts in the video above. One trial that didn't make it into the final video was the Hill Test. We wanted to see how these things would perform on slopes, so I rode each device down a medium-steep hill and then back up again, concentrating on control going down, and speed going up. All the devices did OK, on the downhill, though the zBoard tended to jerk a little while braking and the Solowheel Extreme would start to get wobbly if I didn't have enough directional speed. Going uphill, the zBoard Pro was the clear winner. The Hovertrax came in last; not only was it the slowest, but also the most wobbly.
So which high-tech scooter comes out on top? And are these toys a legitimate option for the daily commute? Well the winner actually might surprise you—and we'll let you make the call about trading in your car or bike for one of these bad boys on your own.


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