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Like all the little wooden inns in the higher Alps, tiny auberges situated in the bare and rocky gorges which intersect the white summits of the mountains, the inn of Schwarenbach is a refuge for travelers who are crossing the Gemmi.
It is open six months in the year, and is inhabited by the family of Jean Hauser. As soon as the snow begins to fall, and fills the valley so as to make the road down to Loeche impassable, the father, with mother, daughter, and the three sons depart, leaving the house in charge of the old guide, Gaspard Hari, with the young guide, Ulrich Kunsi, and Sam, the great mountain dog.
The two men and the dog remain till spring in their snowy prison, with nothing before their eyes except immense, white slopes of the Balmhorn, surrounded by light, glistening summits, and shut up, blocked up, and buried by the snow which rises around them, enveloping and almost burying the little house up to the eaves.
It was the day on which the Hauser family were going to return to Loeche, as winter was approaching, and the descent was becoming dangerous. Three mules started first, laden with baggage and led by the three sons. Then the mother, Jeanne Hauser, and her daughter Louise mounted a fourth mule, and set off in their turn. The father followed them, accompanied by the two men in charge, who were to escort the family as far as the brow of the descent. First of all they skirted the small lake, now frozen over, at the foot of the mass of rocks which stretched in front of the inn; then they followed the valley, which was dominated on all sides by snow-covered peaks.
A ray of sunlight glinted into that little white, glistening, frozen desert, illuminating it with a cold and dazzling flame. No living thing appeared among this ocean of hills; there was no stir in that immeasurable solitude, no noise disturbed the profound silence.
By degrees the young guide, Ulrich Kunsi, a tall, long-legged Swiss, left daddy Hauser and old Gaspard behind, in order to catch up with the mule which carried the two women. The younger one looked at him as he approached, as if she would call him with her sad eyes. She was a young, light-haired peasant girl, whose milk-white cheeks and pale hair seemed to have lost their color by long dwelling amid the ice. When Ulrich had caught up with the animal which carried the women, he put his hand on the crupper, and relaxed his speed. Mother Hauser began to talk to him, and enumerated with minutest detail all that he would have to attend to during the winter. It was the first winter he would spend up there, while old Hari had already spent fourteen winters amid the snow, at the inn of Schwarenbach.
Ulrich Kunsi listened, without appearing to understand, and looked incessantly at the girl. From time to time he replied: "Yes, Madame Hauser"; but his thoughts seemed far away, and his calm features remained unmoved.
They reached Lake Daube, whose broad, frozen surface reached to the bottom of the valley. On the right, the Daubenhorn showed its black mass, rising up in a peak above the enormous moraines of the Lommeon glacier, which soared above the Wildstrubel. As they approached the neck of the Gemmi, where the descent to Loeche begins, the immense horizon of the Alps of the Valais, from which the broad, deep valley of the Rhone separated them, came in view.
In the distance, there was a group of white, unequal, flat or pointed mountain summits, which glistened in the sun; the Mischabel with its twin peaks, the huge group of the Weisshorn, the heavy Brunegghorn, the lofty and formidable pyramid of Mont Cervin, slayer of men, and the Dent Blanche, that terrible coquette.
Then beneath them, as at the bottom of a terrible abyss, they saw Loeche, its houses looking like grains of sand which had been thrown into that enormous crevice which finishes and closes the Gemmi, and which opens, down below, on to the Rhone.
The mule stopped at the edge of the path, which turns and twists continually, zigzagging fantastically and strangely along the steep side of the mountain, as far as the almost invisible little village at its feet. The women jumped into the snow, and the two old men joined them.
"Well," father Hauser said, "good-bye, and keep up your spirits till next year, my friends," and old Hari replied: "Till next year."
They embraced each other, and then Madame Hauser in her turn, offered her cheek, and the girl did the same. When Ulrich Kunsi's turn came, he whispered in Louise's ear:
"Do not forget those up yonder," and she replied: "No," in such a low voice, that he guessed what she had said, without hearing it.
"Well, adieu," Jean Hauser repeated, "and don't fall ill." Then, going before the two women, he commenced the descent, and soon all three disappeared at the first turn in the road, while the two men returned to the inn at Schwarenbach.
They walked slowly side by side, without speaking. The parting was over, and they would be alone together for four or five months. Then Gaspard Hari began to relate his life last winter. He had remained with Michael Canol, who was too old now to stand it; for an accident might happen during that long solitude. They had not been dull, however; the only thing was to be resigned to it from the first, and in the end one would find plenty of distraction, games and other means of whiling away the time.
Ulrich Kunsi listened to him with his eyes on the ground, for in thought he was with those who were descending to the village. They soon came in sight of the inn, which was scarcely visible, so small did it look, a mere black speck at the foot of that enormous billow of snow. When they opened the door, Sam, the great curly dog, began to romp round them.
"Come, my boy," old Gaspard said, "we have no women now, so we must get our own dinner ready. Go and peel the potatoes." And they both sat down on wooden stools, and began to put the bread into the soup.
The next morning seemed very long to Kunsi. Old Hari smoked and smoked beside the hearth, while the young man looked out of the window at the snow-covered mountain opposite the house. In the afternoon he went out, and going over the previous day's ground again, he looked for the traces of the mule that had carried the two women; then when he had reached the neck of the Gemmi, he laid himself down on his stomach, and looked at Loeche.
The village, in its rocky pit, was not yet buried under the snow, although the white masses came quite close to it, balked, however, of their prey by the pine woods which protected the hamlet. From his vantage point the low houses looked like paving-stones in a large meadow. Hauser's little daughter was there now in one of those gray-colored houses. In which? Ulrich Kunsi was too far away to be able to make them out separately. How he would have liked to go down while he was yet able!
But the sun had disappeared behind the lofty crest of the Wildstrubel, and the young man returned to the chalet. Daddy Hari was smoking, and, when he saw his mate come in, proposed a game of cards to him. They sat down opposite each other for a long time and played the simple game called brisque; then they had supper and went to bed.
The following days were like the first, bright and cold, without any more snow. Old Gaspard spent his afternoons in watching the eagles and other rare birds which ventured on to those frozen heights; while Ulrich journeyed regularly to the neck of the Gemmi to look at the village. In the evening they played at cards, dice, or dominoes, and lost and won trifling sums, just to create an interest in the game.
One morning Hari, who was up first, called his companion. A moving cloud of white spray, deep and light, was falling on them noiselessly, and burying them by degrees under a dark, thick coverlet of foam. This lasted four days and four nights. It was necessary to free the door and the windows, to dig out a passage, and to cut steps to get over this frozen powder, which a twelve-hours' frost had made as hard as the granite of the moraines.
They lived like prisoners, not venturing outside their abode. They had divided their duties and performed them regularly. Ulrich Kunsi undertook the scouring, washing, and everything that belonged to cleanliness. He also chopped up the wood, while Gaspard Hari did the cooking and attended to the fire. Their regular and monotonous work was relieved by long games at cards or dice, but they never quarreled, and were always calm and placid. They were never even impatient or ill-humored, nor did they ever use hard words, for they had laid in a stock of patience for this wintering on the top of the mountain.
Sometimes old Gaspard took his rifle and went after chamois, and occasionally killed one. Then there was a feast in the inn at Schwarenbach, and they reveled in fresh meat. One morning he went out as usual. The thermometer outside marked eighteen degrees of frost, and as the sun had not yet risen, the hunter hoped to surprise the animals at the approaches to the Wildstrubel. Ulrich, being alone, remained in bed until ten o'clock. He was of a sleepy nature, but would not have dared to give way like that to his inclination in the presence of the old guide, who was ever an early riser. He breakfasted leisurely with Sam, who also spent his days and nights in sleeping in front of the fire; then he felt low-spirited and even frightened at the solitude, and was seized by a longing for his daily game of cards, as one is by the domination of an invincible habit. So he went out to meet his companion, who was to return at four o'clock.
The snow had leveled the whole deep valley, filled up the crevasses, obliterated all signs of the two lakes and covered the rocks, so that between the high summits there was nothing but an immense, white, regular, dazzling, and frozen surface. For three weeks, Ulrich had not been to the edge of the precipice, from which he had looked down on to the village, and he wanted to go there before climbing the slopes which led to the Wildstrubel. Loeche was now covered by the snow, and the houses could scarcely be distinguished, hidden as they were by that white cloak.
Turning to the right, Ulrich reached the Lammern glacier. He strode along with a mountaineer's long swinging pace, striking the snow, which was as hard as a rock, with his iron-shod stick, and with piercing eyes looking for the little black, moving speck in the distance, on that enormous, white expanse.
When he reached the end of the glacier he stopped, and asked himself whether the old man had taken that road, and then he began to walk along the moraines with rapid and uneasy steps. The day was declining; the snow was assuming a rosy tint, and a dry, frozen wind blew in rough gusts over its crystal surface. Ulrich uttered a long, shrill, vibrating call. His voice sped through the deathlike silence in which the mountains were sleeping; it reached into the distance, over the profound and motionless waves of glacial foam, like the cry of a bird over the waves of the sea; then it died away and nothing answered him.
He started off again. The sun had sunk behind the mountain tops, which still were purpled with the reflection from the heavens; but the depths of the valley were becoming gray, and suddenly the young man felt frightened. It seemed to him as if the silence, the cold, the solitude, the wintry death of these mountains were taking possession of him, were stopping and freezing his blood, making his limbs grow stiff, and turning him into a motionless and frozen object; and he began to run rapidly toward the dwelling. The old man, he thought, would have returned during his absence. He had probably taken another road; and would, no doubt, be sitting before the fire, with a dead chamois at his feet.
He soon came in sight of the inn, but no smoke rose from it. Ulrich ran faster. Opening the door he met Sam who ran up to him to greet him, but Gaspard Hari had not returned. Kunsi, in his alarm, turned round suddenly, as if he had expected to find his comrade hidden in a corner. Then he relighted the fire and made the soup; hoping every moment to see the old man come in. From time to time he went out to see if Gaspard were not in sight. It was night now, that wan night of the mountain, a livid night, with the crescent moon, yellow and dim, just disappearing behind the mountain tops, and shining faintly on the edge of the horizon.
Then the young man went in and sat down to warm his hands and feet, while he pictured to himself every possible sort of accident. Gaspard might have broken a leg, have fallen into a crevasse, have taken a false step and dislocated his ankle. Perhaps he was lying on the snow, overcome and stiff with the cold, in agony of mind, lost and perhaps shouting for help, calling with all his might, in the silence of the night.
But where? The mountain was so vast, so rugged, so dangerous in places, especially at that time of the year, that it would have required ten or twenty guides walking for a week in all directions, to find a man in that immense space. Ulrich Kunsi, however, made up his mind to set out with Sam, if Gaspard did not return by one in the morning; and he made his preparations.
He put provisions for two days into a bag, took his steel climbing-irons, tied a long, thin, strong rope round his waist and looked to see that his iron-shod stick and his ax, which served to cut steps in the ice, were in order. Then he waited. The fire was burning on the hearth, the great dog was snoring in front of it, and the clock was ticking in its case of resounding wood, as regularly as a heart beating.
He waited, his ears on the alert for distant sounds, and shivered when the wind blew against the roof and the walls. It struck twelve, and he trembled. Then, as he felt frightened and shivery, he put some water on the fire, so that he might have hot coffee before starting. When the clock struck one he got up, woke Sam, opened the door and went off in the direction of the Wildstrubel. For five hours he ascended, scaling the rocks by means of his climbing-irons, cutting into the ice, advancing continually, and occasionally hauling up the dog, who remained below at the foot of some slope that was too steep for him, by means of the rope. About six o'clock he reached one of the summits to which old Gaspard often came after chamois, and he waited till it should be day-light.
The sky was growing pale overhead, and suddenly a strange light, springing, nobody could tell whence, suddenly illuminated the immense ocean of pale mountain peaks, which stretched for many leagues around him. It seemed as if this vague brightness arose from the snow itself, in order to spread itself into space. By degrees the highest and most distant summits assumed a delicate, fleshlike rose color, and the red sun appeared behind the ponderous giants of the Bernese Alps.
Ulrich Kunsi set off again, walking like a hunter, stooping and looking for any traces, and saying to his dog: "Seek old fellow, seek!"
He was descending the mountain now, scanning the depths closely, and from time to time shouting, uttering a loud, prolonged familiar cry which soon died away in that silent vastness. Then, he put his ear to the ground, to listen. He thought he could distinguish a voice, and so he began to run and shout again. But he heard nothing more and sat down, worn out and in despair. Toward midday he breakfasted and gave Sam, who was as tired as himself, something to eat also; then he recommenced his search.
When evening came he was still walking, having traveled more than thirty miles over the mountains. As he was too far away to return home, and too tired to drag himself along any further, he dug a hole in the snow and crouched in it with his dog, under a blanket which he had brought with him. The man and the dog lay side by side, warming themselves one against the other, but frozen to the marrow, nevertheless. Ulrich scarcely slept, his mind haunted by visions and his limbs shaking with cold.
Day was breaking when he got up. His legs were as stiff as iron bars, and his spirits so low that he was ready to weep, while his heart was beating so that he almost fell with excitement whenever he thought he heard a noise.
Suddenly he imagined that he ALSO was going to die of cold in the midst of this vast solitude. The terror of such a death roused his energies and gave him renewed vigor. He was descending toward the inn, falling down and getting up again, and followed at a distance by Sam, who was limping on three legs. They did not reach Schwarenbach until four o'clock in the afternoon. The house was empty, and the young man made a fire, had something to eat, and went to sleep, so worn-out that he did not think of anything more.
He slept for a long time, for a very long time, the unconquerable sleep of exhaustion. But suddenly a voice, a cry, a name: "Ulrich," aroused him from his profound slumber, and made him sit up in bed. Had he been dreaming? Was it one of those strange appeals which cross the dreams of disquieted minds? No, he heard it still, that reverberating cry,--which had entered at his ears and remained in his brain,--thrilling him to the tips of his sinewy fingers. Certainly, somebody had cried out, and called: "Ulrich!" There was somebody there, near the house, there could be no doubt of that, and he opened the door and shouted: "Is it you, Gaspard?" with all the strength of his lungs. But there was no reply, no murmur, no groan, nothing. It was quite dark, and the snow looked wan.
The wind had risen, that icy wind which cracks the rocks, and leaves nothing alive on those deserted heights. It came in sudden gusts, more parching and more deadly than the burning wind of the desert, and again Ulrich shouted: "Gaspard! Gaspard! Gaspard!" Then he waited again. Everything was silent on the mountain! Then he shook with terror, and with a bound he was inside the inn. He shut and bolted the door, and then fell into a chair, trembling all over, for he felt certain that his comrade had called him at the moment of dissolution.
He was certain of that, as certain as one is of conscious life or of taste when eating. Old Gaspard Hari had been dying for two days and three nights somewhere, in some hole, in one of those deep, untrodden ravines whose whiteness is more sinister than subterranean darkness. He had been dying for two days and three nights and he had just then died, thinking of his comrade. His soul, almost before it was released, had taken its flight to the inn where Ulrich was sleeping, and it had called him by that terrible and mysterious power which the spirits of the dead possess. That voiceless soul had cried to the worn-out soul of the sleeper; it had uttered its last farewell, or its reproach, or its curse on the man who had not searched carefully enough.
And Ulrich felt that it was there, quite close to him, behind the wall, behind the door which he had just fastened. It was wandering about, like a night bird which skims a lighted window with his wings, and the terrified young man was ready to scream with horror. He wanted to run away, but did not dare go out; he did not dare, and would never dare in the future, for that phantom would remain there day and night, round the inn, as long as the old man's body was not recovered and deposited in the consecrated earth of a churchyard.
Daylight came, and Kunsi recovered some of his courage with the return of the bright sun. He prepared his meal, gave his dog some food, and then remained motionless on a chair, tortured at heart as he thought of the old man lying on the snow. Then, as soon as night once more covered the mountains, new terrors assailed him. He now walked up and down the dark kitchen, which was scarcely lighted by the flame of one candle. He walked from one end of it to the other with great strides, listening, listening to hear the terrible cry of the preceding night again break the dreary silence outside. He felt himself alone, unhappy man, as no man had ever been alone before! Alone in this immense desert of snow, alone five thousand feet above the inhabited earth; above human habitations, above that stirring, noisy, palpitating life, alone under an icy sky! A mad longing impelled him to run away, no matter where, to get down to Loeche by flinging himself over the precipice; but he did not even dare to open the door, as he felt sure that the other, the DEAD, man would bar his road, so that he might not be obliged to remain up there alone.
Toward midnight, tired with walking, worn-out by grief and fear, he fell into a doze in his chair, for he was afraid of his bed, as one is of a haunted spot. But suddenly the strident cry of the preceding evening pierced his ears, so shrill that Ulrich stretched out his arms to repulse the ghost, and he fell on to his back with his chair.
Sam, who was awakened by the noise, began to howl as frightened dogs do, and trotted all about the house trying to find out where the danger came from. When he got to the door, he sniffed beneath it, smelling vigorously, with his coat bristling and his tail stiff while he growled angrily. Kunsi, who was terrified, jumped up, and holding his chair by one leg, cried: "Don't come in, don't come in, or I shall kill you." And the dog, excited by this threat, barked angrily at that invisible enemy who defied his master's voice. By degrees, however, he quieted down, came back and stretched himself in front of the fire. But he was uneasy, and kept his head up, and growled between his teeth.
Ulrich, in turn, recovered his senses, but as he felt faint with terror, he went and got a bottle of brandy out of the sideboard, and drank off several glasses, one after another, at a gulp. His ideas became vague, his courage revived, and a feverish glow ran through his veins.
He ate scarcely anything the next day, and limited himself to alcohol; so he lived for several days, like a drunken brute. As soon as he thought of Gaspard Hari he began to drink again, and went on drinking until he fell on to the floor, overcome by intoxication. And there he remained on his face, dead drunk, his limbs benumbed, and snoring with his face to the ground. But scarcely had he digested the maddening and burning liquor, than the same cry, "Ulrich," woke him like a bullet piercing his brain, and he got up, still staggering, stretching out his hands to save himself from falling, and calling to Sam to help him. And the dog, who appeared to be going mad like his master, rushed to the door, scratched it with his claws, and gnawed it with his long white teeth, while the young man, his neck thrown back, and his head in the air, drank the brandy in gulps, as if it were cold water, so that it might by and by send his thoughts, his frantic terror, and his memory, to sleep again.
In three weeks he had consumed all his stock of ardent spirits. But his continual drunkenness only lulled his terror, which awoke more furiously than ever, as soon as it was impossible for him to calm it by drinking. His fixed idea, which had been intensified by a month of drunkenness, and which was continually increasing in his absolute solitude? pene-trated him like a gimlet. He now walked about his house like a wild beast in its cage, putting his eat to the door to listen if the other were there, and defying him through the wall. Then as soon as he dozed, overcome by fatigue, he heard the voice which made him leap to his feet.
At last one night, as cowards do when driven to extremity, he sprang to the door and opened it, to see who was calling him, and to force him to keep quiet. But such a gust of cold wind blew into his face that it chilled him to the bone. He closed and bolted the door again immediately, without noticing that Sam had rushed out. Then, as he was shivering with cold, he threw some wood on the fire, and sat down in front of it to warm himself. But suddenly he started, for somebody was scratching at the wall, and crying. In desperation he called out: "Go away!" but was answered by another long, sorrowful wail.
Then all his remaining senses forsook him, from sheer fright. He repeated: "Go away!" and turned round to find some corner in which to hide, while the other person went round the house still crying, and rubbing against the wall. Ulrich went to the oak sideboard, which was full of plates and dishes and of provisions, and lifting it up with superhuman strength, he dragged it to the door, so as to form a barricade. Then piling up all the rest of the furniture, the mattresses, paillasses, and chairs, he stopped up the windows as men do when assailed by an enemy.
But the person outside now uttered long, plaintive, mournful groans, to which the young man replied by similar groans, and thus days and nights passed without their ceasing to howl at each other. The one was continually walking round the house and scraped the walls with his nails so vigorously that it seemed as if he wished to destroy them, while the other, inside, followed all his movements, stooping down, and holding his ear to the walls, and replying to all his appeals with terrible cries. One evening, however, Ulrich heard nothing more, and he sat down, so overcome by fatigue that he went to sleep immediately, and awoke in the morning without a thought, without any recollection of what had happened, just as if his head had been emptied during his heavy sleep. But he felt hungry, and he ate.
The winter was over, and the Gemmi pass was practicable again, so the Hauser family started off to return to their inn. As soon as they had reached the top of the ascent, the women mounted their mule, and spoke about the two men who they would meet again shortly. They were, indeed, rather surprised that neither of them had come down a few days before, as soon as the road became passable, in order to tell them all about their long winter sojourn. At last, however, they saw the inn, still covered with snow, like a quilt. The door and the windows were closed, but a little smoke was coming out of the chimney, which reassured old Hauser; on going up to the door, however, he saw the skeleton of an animal which had been torn to pieces by the eagles, a large skeleton lying on its side.
They all looked closely at it, and the mother said: "That must be Sam." Then she shouted: "Hi! Gaspard!" A cry from the interior of the house answered her, so sharp a cry that one might have thought some animal uttered it. Old Hauser repeated: "Hi! Gaspard!" and they heard another cry, similar to the first.
Then the three men, the father and the two sons, tried to open the door, but it resisted their efforts. From the empty cow-stall they took a beam to serve as a battering-ram, and hurled it against the door with all their might. The wood gave way, and the boards flew into splinters; then the house was shaken by a loud voice, and inside, behind the sideboard which was overturned, they saw a man standing upright, his hair falling on to his shoulders and a beard descending to his breast, with shining eyes and nothing but rags to cover him. They did not recognize him, but Louise Hauser exclaimed: "It is Ulrich, mother." And her mother declared that it was Ulrich, although his hair was white.
He allowed them to go up to him, and to touch him, but he did not reply to any of their questions, and they were obliged to take him to Loeche, where the doctors found that he was mad. Nobody ever knew what had become of his companion.
Little Louise Hauser nearly died that summer of decline, which the medical men attributed to the cold air of the mountains.


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Q: Form target breaks when global variable name is specified inside iframe You have an HTML like this:
<form action="frame.html" target="frame1"><input type="submit"></form>
<iframe name="frame1" id="frame1" src="frame.html"></iframe>

And it works fine reloading the frame (sending some post data in case of production code). BUT if in the frame.html there is a code defining global variable "name", the code breaks and opens frame.html in a new tab instead.
var name = "a";

Works the same way in Chrome and Firefox.
Here's the example on github.io:
http://evigl.github.io/form-target-iframe-test/
Sources: https://github.com/EviGL/form-target-iframe-test/tree/gh-pages
(first frame is normal working frame, second opens new window, several console.log's for clarity).
It's strange, huh? It works the same way even if frame.html is on another domain. Doesn't it break Same Origin Policy?
Is there a way to override this behavior? I have some uncontrolled code inside the frame (user-generated code preview), changing it is not an option. And it is also on another domain.

A:
It's strange, huh?

Yes. It's a consequence of very early DOM design which has been kept for backwards compatibility (because browsers won't throw out anything terrible that websites might actually still use).

Doesn't it break Same Origin Policy?

No. The JS isn't reading anything across origins.

Is there a way to override this behavior?

Not really. You might be able to hack around it by using getElementById to assign a new src to the frame with JS (I don't know if linking to a new page within the frame would break that though), or by destroying the frame entirely and replacing it with a new one (also with JS).

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaStackExchange


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package org.apache.geode.redis.internal.commands.executor.hash;

import java.util.List;

import org.apache.geode.redis.internal.commands.Command;
import org.apache.geode.redis.internal.commands.executor.CommandExecutor;
import org.apache.geode.redis.internal.commands.executor.RedisResponse;
import org.apache.geode.redis.internal.data.RedisKey;
import org.apache.geode.redis.internal.netty.ExecutionHandlerContext;

public class HStrLenExecutor implements CommandExecutor {

  @Override
  public RedisResponse executeCommand(Command command, ExecutionHandlerContext context) {
    RedisKey key = command.getKey();
    List<byte[]> commandElems = command.getProcessedCommand();
    byte[] field = commandElems.get(2);

    int len = context.hashLockedExecute(key, true, hash -> hash.hstrlen(field));

    return RedisResponse.integer(len);
  }

}

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaGithub


A couple of weeks ago, shortly after my 28th birthday, I wrote about how I was making a small change in my effort to get back on track to getting healthier after a derailment in the past year or so.
You can read about my change here, but long story short, I decided to cut back on my out of control fast and processed food consumption to just twice a week. Since it's now been a couple of weeks, I wanted to give you all an update about how things were going.
I'll admit that in the beginning, it was really difficult to start eating less processed food. It's not that I was craving those foods, but they have always been a go-to for me when I don't have a lot of time to cook, or am just too tired to deal with it.
But, I stuck it through and cooked most of our dinners. The couple of times we did eat out, I made sure it was at a restaurant that served real food, save for one Arby's splurge.
After getting over that hurdle, it's become easier and easier to eat more natural foods again. Instead of using sugar or flavored creams in my coffee, I stick with milk and/or cream and honey, adding a tablespoon of high-quality chocolate chips or cocoa when I want to indulge.
I'm still not a huge breakfast eater, but sometimes I'll have some bacon and eggs or berries. For lunch, instead of sandwiches on store-bought bread or canned soup, I'll have salad, lettuce wraps or leftovers from the night before.
For dinner, we've been having meat with whatever seasoning we're in the mood for along with a couple servings of veggies like stewed cabbage or steamed broccoli and cauliflower with butter. One night I had the idea to panfry our chicken (unbreaded) in that morning's leftover bacon drippings and it was SO delicious!
Perhaps my biggest hurdle was not indulging my sweet and savory teeth, especially since that lovely time of the month started going into the second week. I've found cocoa powder mixed with yogurt or whipped cream sweetened with honey to be a magical thing for a chocolate fix, though!
Nuts have also become my favorite snack; I've been really enjoying the pistachios I received from Puritan's Pride. Can you believe it was actually my first time trying them?
I think the most important thing for me is to always make sure an indulgent food like a candy bar or chips is really what I want to eat and if it's worth it. I'll be the first to admit that stress eating, emotional eating and even mindless eating while at the computer or watching TV have been the biggest culprits to my unhealthy habits over the years.
So, did the one small change over the past 2 weeks really make a difference in my health? I have to say I think they did!
At the beginning, my sleep schedule was all sorts screwed up. But over the past 2 weeks, I have found myself being able to go to sleep earlier and thus wake up earlier as well.
This helps me feel so much better throughout the day, not to mention feel much more accomplished since I have more daylight hours to work. I also feel less moody and likely because of sleeping better, find myself having my old sense of humor and laughing more, which is a great feeling.
Perhaps the biggest change for me, though, is my digestive health. Before, I was having more and more issues with indigestion and heartburn, more frequent bathroom trips, etc. You get the idea.
It's not a fun feeling, especially trying to sleep at night but you're downing antacids instead. A couple years ago when I started eating healthier originally, I went over a year without having to use antacids.
I think just how much my digestive system is affected by processed foods really hit home when the other day I had some potato chips for one of my twice a week treats because I wanted something salty and it had been months.
Let's just say it took a couple days for my digestive system to recover from that one, including indigestion.
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Expression Web 4 Arrives
As you may know, I use Microsoft Expression Web as my primary Web site development tool. I also own Adobe Dreamweaver just in case a client has a particular requirement, but I have long preferred Expression Web and its progenitor, FrontPage, over Dreamweaver.
On Monday Microsoft announced an overhaul of its Expression suite of products, now in its fourth edition. This reorganization gives greater clarity to the role Expression plays in the Microsoft product lineup. From Microsoft's perspective, Expression is for Web and application designers while Visual Studio is for Web and app developers.
This distinction is especially evident in the pricing of the two primary versions of the suite, Expression Studio 4 Ultimate ($600) and Expression Studio 4 Web Professional ($150). Both versions include Web (with SuperPreview) and Design. The Pro version includes Encoder 4 while the Ultimate version includes Encoder 4 Pro (a bit of naming confusion there). Finally, Ultimate tacks on the new Sketchflow application and Blend, making it the obvious choice of Silverlight developers.
The truth is that this release of the Expression Suite relates to other recently released Microsoft technologies, Silverlight 4 and .NET 4.0. That is the timing that appears to have driven this release of the suite, not significant improvements to the core applications Web, Design, and Blend. This release comes a mere 9 months after the release of version 3, a very short cycle that had its own price.
My primary interest is, of course, Expression Web (EW). On a features basis, little is new. The excellent SuperPreview is improved, with better support for Internet Explorer and a new feature that allows other browsers, such as Safari, to be previewed with the assistance of a remote rendering service. The other new feature is the SEO checker, a tool to analyze a site to help the developer deal with potential search engine "optimization" problems. There are almost no new features over EW3, and therein lies the story.
Version 3 was a very important release for EW. It included many new, desirable features and was greeted with initial enthusiasm by the Expression community. Unfortunately, EW3 also included a few show-stopper bugs. These were so bad that Microsoft released a service pack after only a few months. This move garnered praise until it was discovered that the bug fixes had introduced a second round of show stoppers. It was not until yet another service pack arrived that EW3 became stable.
The energy and time required to repair the disastrous release of EW3 must have cut into the budget for EW4. I have absolutely no evidence for this, but clearly the team had to have been stressed if it was trying to meet a v4 deadline while cleaning up the EW3 mess, all in less than 9 months. In that sense, EW4 might simply be considered EW3 SP3, not a completely new version with significant new features.
One could argue that Microsoft's pricing for upgrades reflects all of this. Registered owners of EW3 will get EW4 for free. Had there been significant improvement in v4, I doubt this free upgrade would have been provided. Microsoft has said that the free upgrade was based on the very short upgrade cycle between v3 and v4, which I suppose is plausible.
The bad news is that much needed improvements to Expression Web have not been made. My primary gripe is with the publishing system. I became a FrontPage devotee because of its brilliant one-click publishing system, which uploaded sites and changes with alacrity. As EW moved from the FrontPage Server Extensions' proprietary publishing system to FTP, publishing began to develop problems. EW3's publishing problems were severe and to a great extent continue into EW4. The worst problem is speed. While the new FTP system moves files much more quickly than FP did, it seems to take EW an eternity to figure out the synchronization status of a site and thus which files it actually needs to move. And the bigger the site, the slower it gets.
My other disappointment lies in support for PHP development. I have chosen to build sites with PHP and MySQL, which is understandably anathema to Microsoft. EW favors ASP.NET and MSSQL. Now it is true that PHP support has advanced considerably in EW and it is also true that EW is Microsoft's only tool for PHP (Visual Studio doesn't do PHP). Nonetheless, I had hoped EW would have been further along by now. Microsoft touts EW as its standards-based, generic Web development tool; it can't be that without cracker-jack support for PHP. I could live without direct support for other database engines.
EW4 is a step forward in stability and reliability. It is not a step forward in features and it lags in performance.
Expression Design
Design is Microsoft's most advanced graphics tool. Although that's not saying much, Design is competent and useful. It has a clean UI (by which I mean cleaner than Adobe's) and excellent vector graphic drawing capabilities. It is much easier to use than Adobe Illustrator. It is not sold as a standalone product (I'm not sure I understand why) and thus could be considered a "free" application that happens to come in the same box as Web.
I don't use Design. I wish I could. The problem is that the program has almost no support for bit-mapped graphics, like GIF, JPG, and PNG files. It can use them - it just can't edit them. I keep griping about this because when word of Expression 1 originally leaked out, the word was that a key ingredient of Design would be its ability to handle both vector and bitmap images. That would have made for a very interesting tool and there is no question in my mind that developers would have made a beeline to it.
That leaves the question of why I even mention Design. Well, it turns out that there is a very interesting new feature in ED4, the ability to import a Windows Metafile graphic. That's right, after two decades Microsoft finally has a tool that can edit its own graphics format! Design can't save files in WMF format, but that's okay. The issue here is that I have thousands of WMFs, all sorts of royalty-free clip art that is useful including that supplied with Microsoft's own Office suite, and no easy way to access them. Now, finally, I can get them into an editing surface with which I can modify them, keep them in .design files, and save them as needed for Web work. Expression Design suddenly has a clear value to me for the first time.
Expression Encoder
The final element in Expression Studio is Expression Encoder. This is not much of an inclusion because Encoder is available to anyone as a free download because Encoder is, in effect, the replacement for Windows Media encoder. Encoder has limited output capabilities, mostly just Windows Media.
Perhaps the most important feature in the basic version of Encoder is its ability to capture from the Windows screen and then edit that video. This feature was first available in v3 of Encoder. Although less sophisticated, flexible and capable than the superb Camtasia, Encoder can handle the basics if you don't need any output other than WMV.
For other output formats you would need Encoder Pro. Those formats include the most important video encodings for the Web, like H.264.
The Microsoft team behind Expression Web has dropped a few hints here and there about what would be coming in the future. For the most part, those hints related to features that any modern Web tool needs, so we really don't know much. At the moment all we can expect is that the suite gets back to a product cycle of 12-18 months, with fall of 2011 the likely next release.
I fervently hope that the publishing problems are addressed. Publishing is not yet optimal and continues to be the source of many complaints on the public Expression forums. I am also looking forward to better support for PHP in the editor. Given that EW is the only Microsoft tool that deals with PHP, my hope is that EW5 will treat PHP as a first-class citizen of the Web.
Until then, I'm glad that the horrible problems from EW3 are at last behind us.
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The Entertainment Services and Technology Association is a non-profit trade association for theatrical workers, based in North America, with members around the world. ESTA has increased safety through the development of standards and certifications; educating members and providing business resources to increase profitability.
NUCLEOPOLIS Brings together the main players in Normandy (France) in the nuclear market.
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VFA was founded in 1987, and represents manufacturers of lifts and components for the German-speaking community. VFA is a crucial contributor to the Interlift international exhibition.
ARIA which brings together the main players in automotive industrial subcontracting in the Normandy (France).
DTHG Deutsches Theatertechnische Gesellschaft. It was founded in 1907 and is a recognized professional association of the theater and events industry.
The Comité Richelieu is the French association of Innovation and Growth Enterprises (EIC). It acts for the promotion of an ecosystem favorable to the micro businesses, SMEs and TWA.
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Customer satisfaction is the ultimate priority of all our employees. Listening to needs, we strive to build a relationship of trust by offering a quality service and a personalised follow-up of the projects.
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Our ability to innovate and our entrepreneurial spirit are essential to perfect and continuously improve our products and solutions. Innovation allows us to respond to the most daring projects with creativity.
Loving what you do is essential. Passion is an engine of dynamism, it is communicative, and it is shared. It allows us to go beyond the limits, at all levels of the company, to turn ideas into reality.
Our employees cultivate what we call the "can do", the "yes, it is possible". Beyond the know-how and professionalism, the management of a project approaches with human qualities, where respect, humility, listening and tenacity are the key to a successful mission.
Because a team is always more than a sum of individuals, collective work allows us to imagine and design the best solutions. We develop team spirit, solidarity, sharing ideas and know-how.


When the "mdworker" process uses a lot of CPU in OS X, one possible cause might be faults in Spotlight plug-ins.
One issue that people may experience in OS X is when the process "mdworker" takes up an inordinate amount of CPU resources and results in a slow and laggy computer. The mdworker process is a file-indexing tool that is invoked either when drives are mounted or when files on locally mounted drives are altered. The resulting index is then used by Spotlight and other searching utilities to quickly reveal files instead of having to scan file-by-file, which can take an exceptionally long time, especially as people increasingly use larger hard-drive and filesystem capacities.
Being invoked by filesystem changes, when a process changes a file on disk, the mdworker process may be activated to index the changes. For the most part mdworker will index all files in the same way, but to enhance support for specific file types, developers can alter the indexing methods by supplying Spotlight with a plug-in that will govern what metadata the mdworker tool tries to index.
Faulty plug-ins for Spotlight may cause slow indexing. Try temporarily removing them from this folder to see if they are contributing to the slowdowns.
If indexing starts taking a long time, one possibility may be an error with any of the Spotlight plug-ins that are on the system. After installing suites like Microsoft Office, iWork, iLife, and some Spotlight-enhancing utilities, you may end up with a number of Spotlight plug-ins that all adjust how Spotlight will handle the indexing of files.
To troubleshoot the plug-ins, go to the /Macintosh HD/Library/Spotlight/ folder and move all the .mdimporter files from this folder to another location (one option is to put them in a subfolder named "disabled plug-ins"), and then restart the system. After this, add the plug-ins back one at a time, and keep Activity Monitor open to check whether the mdworker process takes up a lot of CPU. This may take some time, but it will allow you to isolate which ones could be causing the problem. Some people have specificially mentioned the "Microsoft Office.mdimporter" plug-in that comes with Office as being a root of this issue, but others may also cause problems.
Though the problem may be with mdimporter plug-ins, another option you can try is to rebuild the Spotlight index from scratch, either with the plug-ins installed or with them disabled. There are several ways to do this, including using a cleaning utility like OnyX, which supports removing the spotlight indexes from the system, and another way is to add each locally mounted hard drive to the "Privacy" list in the Spotlight system preferences. After doing this, restart the system for safe measure (this should not be necessary, but will not hurt anything), and then remove the drives from the privacy list and Spotlight should re-index them.
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Home›Climate & Society›Climate Denial›Trump, Other Disasters Drive U.S. Climate Concern to Record Levels
Trump, Other Disasters Drive U.S. Climate Concern to Record Levels
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Recent polling shows a sharp jump in Americans' awareness of the climate crisis, with nearly three-quarters accepting the reality of climate change and worrying about how it affects their lives. And there's some indication that Donald Trump is one of the disasters driving the uptick in awareness.
An Ipsos poll last November and December found that 73% of Americans—a 3% increase since March, and a 10% jump since 2015—"understand that climate change is real," the New York Times reports. "The rise in the number of Americans who say global warming is personally important to them was even sharper, jumping nine percentage points since March to 72%, another record over the past decade."
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Nearly half—48%–said they are being harmed by climate change "right now", and 49% believed they would be. Those totals were up 9% and 7%, respectively, between March and November/December 2018.
"It is something that is activating an emotion in people, and that emotion is worry," said Dr. Anthony Leiserowitz, director of the Yale Program on Climate Change Communication.
"People are beginning to understand that climate change is here in the United States, here in my state, in my community, affecting the people and places I care about, and now," he added. "This isn't happening in 50 years, 100 years from now."
"Americans' growing understanding of global warming is part of a long-term trend," the Times states, citing Leiserowitz. "But he attributed the recent increases to a number of extreme weather events with plausible connections to a warming planet, and to the publicity that surrounded two major scientific reports on climate change last year."
He added that Donald Trump's Twitter-fuelled fulminations on climate appear to be having an unintended—and positive—effect. "Every time he talks about climate change he drives more media attention to the exact issue," Leiserowitz said. Acceptance of the scientific consensus on climate change tends to follow party lines in the U.S. But "because he's become such a polarizing and divisive political figure, whenever he speaks about climate change, immediately he drives the majority of the country in the opposite direction," he added.
But even so, Leiserowitz sees significant room for improvement in public awareness. "Look, we're only at 73% that accept it is real," he told Grist. "That would be above 95% if we're talking about Japan."


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CMA Awards: Make it No. 4 for Chesney
PUBLISHED: November 14, 2008 at 5:11 a.m. | UPDATED: July 22, 2021 at 6:40 a.m.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. — Kenny Chesney won only one of the seven awards he was nominated for at the CMA Awards, but he sure made it count. Chesney took home his fourth entertainer of the year trophy Wednesday, tying Garth Brooks for the most wins in the category, considered the night's top honor. He's now won the award the last three years in a row. "Winning Entertainer of the Year for the fourth time in five years is more than this kid ever dreamed of," Chesney said backstage. While Chesney knows his reign will eventually end, he said, "I'm not going to lay down. I love the heart, commitment and sacrifice it takes to do this." And to his competitors, he issued a challenge: "Come and get me." Chesney wasn't the night's only big winner. George Straight won single and album of the year, making him the act with the most awards in the history of the Country Music Association Awards, with 22 total. Strait thanked the songwriters for "letting me sing such a beautiful song" after the poignant "I Saw God Today" won single of the year. He later won album of the year for "Troubadour." "Everybody says they've got the greatest fans. Well, I've really got the greatest fans," Strait said in accepting the album award. Also winning two awards was Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland. Sugarland won the award for duo of the year, and earlier, Nettles won song of the year for Sugarland's hit "Stay." "We have so much to prove — songs to write, people to win" over, Nettles said backstage. The show, which was co-hosted by Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley, was highlighted by a touching tribute to U.S. troops, a surprise appearance by rapper Lil Wayne and the return of one of country's biggest stars, Shania Twain. Underwood won her third consecutive female vocalist award and told her mom in her acceptance speech, "It's real hard to sing when you're in the second row crying." It came after her performance of her No. 1 hit "Just a Dream," about a woman who lost her loved one in war. The song was introduced by Leslie Ponder who lost her husband in Afghanistan. The former "American Idol" champ also thanked country fans. "I got here in an unconventional way, and you guys didn't have to accept me at all." Paisley, who won video of the year earlier, hugged Keith Urban and kissed the stomach of his pregnant wife, actress Kimberly Williams-Paisley, as he went up to collect his award. Rascal Flatts won their sixth straight vocal group of the year award, beating out the Eagles, Emerson Drive, Lady Antebellum and Little Big Town for the honor. Lady Antebellum, a trio that is one of country music's most promising acts, won best new artist. As they picked up their award, their awe-struck gui tarist, Dave Haywood, said: "It's not supposed to happen like this." While the awards may have been the main point of the evening, it was the performances that dominated the show. Kid Rock performed his hit "All Summer Long," and, perhaps in a nod to his hip-hop roots, brought out top-seller Lil Wayne on stage, though the rapper didn't utter a word — he just mimicked playing a guitar onstage. He may have been the first true rap act to perform at the CMAs. Taylor Swift brought her hit "Love Story," which features characters named Romeo and Juliet, to life with an elaborate set which featured her wearing a medieval-looking purple gown with a castle backdrop: She later shed the gown to reveal a sweeping white dress. Brooks & Dunn have said that "Cowgirls Don't Cry" was inspired by country great Reba McEntire, and she joined them on the song, an ode to a tough woman. Chesney performed his reggae-flavored hit "Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven" with the reggae band the Wailers backing him up. They also performed the Bob Marley classic "Three Little Birds." "You look really good," Chesney remarked to Twain as he accepted his entertainer award. She wore a sexy, low-cut dress as she presented Chesney with his award. Twain is one of country's best-selling artists, but has spent the last several years out of the spotlight. She hadn't been on the show in four years. The Eagles, whose return to the top of the charts has a lot to do with their recent country leanings, performed "Busy Being Fabulous." Paisley and Urban opened the show with dueling guitars as they performed their duet, "Start a Band." The song is the first single from Paisley's new mostly instrumental album, "Play." The two incorporated elements of classic rock anthems such as "Layla" and "Smoke on the Water" as they played. Paisley also performed a musical tribute to singer and guitarist Jerry Reed, who died this year.


It's St Patty's day, it's the 10 year anniversary of me getting my drivers license and I'm crankier than usual. Honestly, St Patrick's Day isn't my lets get drunk on beer day. The last time I actually had more than one beer on St Patty's day was probably back in 2007 when I had a pitcher of Green Moosehead with friends. St Jean Baptiste day IS my St Patrick's day, a day when I drink beer from Quebec and eat poutine, celebrating all things Français.
I'm reviewing Samuel Adams Summer Ale. I had this bottle in the fridge since I got it, June 2009, the same weekend when I graduated from university. Macro style beer doesn't age at all, so it's gotta be drunk.
I bought several varieties of Sam Adams back in 2009 and 2010 as they didn't distribute to Canada at the time, and hearing that their beer is decent, I decided to give it a try. One of the beers I brought back was their Summer Ale. The Summer Ale has since became a part of the seasonals here in Canada, so it's fairly easy to find every summer.
It was $7 for a 6 of Sam Adams Summer Ale, so fairly afforable, while in Canada it is $12 for 6.
Appearance: Pours a clear dark golden yellow, darker than straw, not quite orange, slightly amber. Decent amount of head, snow white at that!
Aroma: There's a bit of a maltiness and lemon zest coming from the smell. Honestly, not the best aroma. However, this seems like the kind of beer one would drink on a patio on a hot hot summer day on the prairies.
Taste: Bland with a bit of a maltiness like any lager and that lemon also here in the taste. As this is an old old old batch, it has a somewhat stale taste to it. But very drinkable still, with it being NEARLY THREE YEARS OLD. Tastes like a lager, with a bit of lemon zest for the most part.
Overall Thoughts: Actually considering this bottle is nearly 3 years old, it actually tastes near identical to the 2011 edition. I honestly don't care for it, but this is something that would easily aim to the average person who enjoys a lager on the patio. When I think of a summer beer, it's always a witbier/hefeweizen, not a lagerish ale with a lemon hint to it. One beer I'd love to see Sam Adams bring to Canada is their Latitude 48 IPA, damn, THAT'S delicious!
From the label: Refreshing, crisp and tangy. Summer ale is brewed with wheat malt, lemon zest and Grains of Paradise, a mysterious spice used by Renaissance brewers centuries ago. Summer Ale is an American wheat ale from one of America's original craft brewers. Cheers!


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Underneath the Stars Festival 2019: live review -part two
Gareth Allen
UNDERNEATH THE STARS FESTIVAL
Cinderhill Farm, Cawthorne 2 – 4 August 2019
In the second part of our review of the Underneath the Stars Festival, it's Sunday, and ahead is an intriguing medley of music, and a conversation with Ruth Jones, the writer of Gavin and Stacey. Later in the day, even rain of biblical proportions will not stop the momentum of this great Festival.
Nia Wyn from Wales takes to the Planets stage, accompanied by keyboards and bass, and creates an immediate impression with her distinctive blues vibrato tinged voice. 'No Goodbyes' written about a friend who took her own life is a very moving song with striking guitar lines and vocal harmonies, and the line in the song that goes "the pain that swallows you whole" feels particularly affecting. Come Home To You, blends soul and folk, with some stunning keyboard washes, choppy guitar and funky bass. Do You Love Enough, Nia's second single, with its rolling keyboards and clipped guitar shapes, glides out effortlessly from the stage.
Nia is working on a debut EP which will be one to look out for.
An Audience With Ruth Jones is an absolute delight. Ruth is the writer with James Corden of Gavin and Stacey, and in conversation on the Planets stage, shares some wonderful stories.
We are immediately transported from South Yorkshire to Barry Island, a South Wales seaside town close to Cardiff, and the defining and iconic location of much of the Gavin and Stacey television series. Ruth tells us about recently finishing the filming of the new Gavin and Stacey Christmas special on Barry Island, where Ruth quietened a noisy group of over 100 fans, by taking on her Nessa persona from the series and being very rude to them! Insisting that they be quiet, though of course with the promise of selfies after the filming was completed.
Ruth also shares quite endearingly with the audience a recent "escapade" in a Hotel in Wakefield, where with a friend she stumbled across a tribute acts convention. Fuelled by a few gins, Ruth quite marvellously got up to sing with a Tom Jones tribute act, the No.1 Comic Relief hit she had with Sir Tom Jones and Robin Gibb …..(Barry) Islands in the Stream.
Ruth also talked about her well-received first novel Never Greener which originally started off as a screenplay. She went to the factory where the book was being printed, picked one copy out of the line, and wrote inside "This is the first book I ever signed". She then put it back in the line for one lucky reader to receive. A really sweet story.
Ruth, amongst many good reviews for her book, got a not so good one from the Guardian. This causes her to remark that if she had to review a book and didn't like it, she would give it to someone else to review, realising that whatever she felt, the writer would have put a lot of work into it. This generosity of spirit, and appreciation of kindness was reinforced when Ruth concluded, " I get upset by how awful people can be to each other, and we don't hear enough about how kind we can be to each other….little acts of kindness make my heart soar".
K.O.G and The Zongo Brigade provided one of the absolute highlights of the Festival, with a fabulous set full of West African grooves, that had before long everyone up dancing, at the fully seated Planets stage.
As K.O.G himself tells us early in the set, "We don't usually play to a seated crowd, but when it gets crazy, we expect you to show what you have got!" Their hi-life influenced music, has an incredible flowing rhythmic pace that builds in intensity, with everyone dancing on and off stage, with irresistible spindly guitar leads and melodic punching horns, and often chanted or operatic like vocals. It's a completely heady mix.
A song meaning "I Love You" had some stirring carnival-like horn phrases and a singing trumpet solo, with each of the three front line vocalists in turn leading the song. From the stage, the message comes, "The love and energy you give us, we give you back", as a flowing walking bass line ignites the audience again, with the keyboards literally sounding like the wind blowing through the trees on a windswept shoreline. The punctuating rhythmic breakdowns further increase the energy between band and audience.
K.O.G muses from the stage "How long have we got left…. 2 hours?" to a rousing cheer from the crowd. The last number Mango Mango with its terrific call and response format sees all the aisles and front of the stage filled with dancing. A joyous and triumphant set!
Le Vent Du Nord, which translates as the North Wind, bring folk music from Quebec to the Planets stage. The multi-part harmonies, and changing and swapping of instruments and lead vocals between all the players, is quite breathtaking. The rhythm quite quirkily is created by the feet of different members of the group.
The group ask "What is a country or territory? Do we need barriers or walls?", and the audience shouts back a resounding "No". Two fiddles and an accordion drive a fabulous reel, with members of the audience getting up one by one to join the dancing at the front of the stage, as the piece plays out.
A story about how historically in Quebec families, women were the only ones to read and write, and this was how the traditions and songs were passed down through the generations, leads into a song dedicated to the women who did this, and in the audience. The swing of the fiddles and guitar, interacting with the keyboards, sets the scene for a fabulous accordion lead, played by one of the group while jumping up and down at the front of the stage.
A song about a city in New France that fell to the British army in the 19th century though said to be impregnable, we heard had been put together by the defending soldiers to explain what had happened. It was sung a cappella, with all the voices in unison, yet with each voice also quite discernible and distinctive. As each member of the group comes to the front of the stage singing, the effect is quite magical.
Near the end of a terrific set, a hurdy-gurdy solo has a bit of Jimi Hendrix in its delivery. This is music for the heart, and at the conclusion of the set, the group stand with hands on hearts to tumultuous applause.
Resplendent in matching turquoise jackets Yorkshire's very own Hope and Social come on to the stage, and immediately James from the band teaches the audience a rather complicated dance for their first number. They are quite wonderfully that sort of band! On the second number, Ed takes a Hammond organ solo as the band crouch down on the stage listening, followed by the brass section weighing in with a solo. They are a real collective.
A song about still believing in magic is described as "an antidote for the cynicism we heard Billy Bragg describe as the biggest obstacle to change". With an impassioned instrumental section, the biblical like downpour of rain falling outside could be heard accompanying on the roof of the Little Lights tent. Lights were turned on to allow the crowd to shuffle in and make room for anyone caught outside. The band responded with a Latin tinged rocker to blow away the blues!
The audience sought to describe how much water was pouring across the ground as the band good humouredly tried to guess. A question from the stage of "When will we call off the gig" was answered by an overwhelming "No!" from the audience. Deep Heart a very joyous uplifting song with gorgeous close harmonies and lovely whimsical keyboards, and a fabulous brass refrain kept our spirits up… "These days are now the best days of your life sweetheart ….'.
With lightening outside the band finally had to stop and the audience was asked to stay in the tent until any danger past. Hope and Social were entirely the band for the moment. Well done guys!
Kate Rusby headlining on the Planets stage began with Benjamin Bowmaneer with the stage all lit in green. With Damien O'Kane's melodic guitar picking overlaid by swirling accordion, and Kate's voice floating dreamily over the instruments, it's a great set opener. 'We Will Sing' the first song that the audience joined in with, felt apt in its communal feel, reflecting the community spirit of the Festival, despite the downpour. As Kate says, "You can't really say you have been at a Festival if there is no mud to show for it".
The Farmers Toast from the new album Philosophers, Poets and Kings, dedicated to the farming family on whose land the Festival takes place, has Nick Cook's lovely accordion break, and the bass drum comes in and provides a beating heart to a beautifully sung song. Kate indicated that they had a poll for songs to play on the autumn tour, and 'Awkward Annie' won. The song is driven by some mesmerising double bass playing from Duncan Lyle.
A brass section then joins the stage. Nicknamed 'The Valves', they scoop up and hold Kate's anguished voice in the most wonderful and expressive way on Halt the Wagons, about a horrific local pit disaster from 181 years ago. High On A Hill begins on the banjo. Its a song resonant of the great Steeleye Span in its compositional feel and vocal styling, with a lovely brass motif.
Kate then reads out a proposal from a member of the audience to his partner that is romantically accepted and leads to a chorus of congratulations. It could only happen at Underneath the Stars. Jenny also from the new album is about a horse that responded to love and became a race winner and has a great uplifting sound accented by the terrific brass section. An excellent set of instrumentals by Kate's very skilled band follows and is marked by some haunting use of the moog, and a very jazzy bass solo from Duncan.
Big Brave Bill is transformed and expanded by the brass instruments, and of course, the hero of the song makes his traditional appearance during the song. Underneath the Stars would not be the Festival it is, without Kates uplifting and empathic songs, and performance that connects so intimately with the audience, and the communal and welcoming spirit of the festival.
All that is left is to look forward to Underneath the Stars in 2020.
Written by Gareth Allen, with thanks to Anne Robertson for her musical insights and input.
Photography by Mike Ainscoe (you can find more of Mike's writing on Louder Than War at his author's archive. He can be found on Facebook and is currently revamping his website…)
Kate Rusby
Le Vent Du Nord
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