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(idea) by Tempestas Tue Mar 20 2007 at 0:27:39
The Fiona Apple trilogy
An analysis of how Fiona Apple's three studio releases work as a single, three-part musical journey through heartbreak, loneliness and love
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
The most extraordinary thing about Fiona Apple may be her warm, deep and textured voice. It may be the way her lyrical and musical talents evolved to allow for more complex music and lyrics over time. It may be how she is simultaneously able to write alarmingly personal and revealing lyrics and yet remain alarmingly mysterious. It may, in fact, be a combination of all of these things. There is, however, one aspect of her music that remains largely undiscussed and unanalyzed.
The way in which her three full-length studio albums are ordered and structured provide for fascinating contrast.
First, we must examine the musical and lyrical sophistication of each album. She was quite young -- a teenager, even -- when she composed much of the music that found its way onto Tidal. The result is an album that sounds as though it may have been written and composed by a young person -- an exceptionally talented young person, but a young person nonetheless. Her musical ability is no less evident on tracks such as Never is a Promise as it is on music from later on in her career, but the album lacks the musical complexity that would follow on later albums.
When the Pawn... was an exercise in musical experimentation. She allowed her jazz influences to shine through far more strongly than she previously had. She also began to take more musical risks, crafting songs with less orthodox melodies such as "Fast As You Can." She was also pushing herself further lyrically; while she opined about spurned love on Tidal with "then I say give me mine back and go there for all I care," When the Pawn... provided more thoughtful lyrical gems such as "only kisses on the cheek from now on, and in a little while we'll only have to wave."
Extraordinary Machine, then, was her most ambitious and experimental album to date. In it, she flirted with rock, jazz and ballads, as well as a more pop-friendly sound. It took years to create, record and release, and was held back and re-recorded at her own insistence. It is, arguably, the album she was always destined to make.
It is easy to view these three albums as a trilogy, a troika. None would exist without the other, and together they seem to tell a story of a person who has become decreasingly hostile towards the world at large over a lengthy period of time. It is a record of the process of making peace with the establishment. It is a coming of age story, one that only Fiona Apple could tell.
If you have the means to do it (such as an automatic disc changer), I wholeheartedly suggest listening to all three of her albums in succession without stopping. This may be something best suited to a long road trip or other situation during which you may be inclined to listen to entire albums in one sitting.
Before I delve into this any further, I want to acknowledge that I have indeed noded her three albums elsewhere. Those writeups were about the albums as they stand alone, which they clearly do very well. This writeup is about the whole, which is arguably more moving and more incredible than the mere sum of its parts.
Fiona Apple's three albums, Tidal, When the Pawn... and Extraordinary Machine can easily be viewed as a three-part story (that is, perhaps, semi-autobiographical).
This is proven by the fact that the three albums seem to suggest continuity and progress in terms of specific events, emotions and maturity, as well as the fact that all three albums seem to have a common structure.
Tidal begins and ends with a high amount of anger. It mellows out in the middle, and on its own it seems to tell the story of someone who just can't let someone else go. She starts out bitter, contemplates her situation for another eight tracks, analyzes various causes and effects of said situation, and concludes with an emotional purging of the one she feels has wronged her. Her dismissal of the individual is, at the album's beginning, more tepid: "I've got my own hell to raise." There is little doubt of her meaning by the end, as she declares "My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me like the carrion of a murdered prey."
The middle eight tracks are perhaps the most interesting; she is analytical about matters including her past, her loves and her personality. It appears as though she is trying to reconcile the current state of affairs with the way things were; she is trying to make sense of the present using the past.
In the end, though, she is confident that she will prevail over her demons.
Round one: Fiona. She has put "someone else" out of her life, though she has done it by burning bridges and amid a great deal of bitterness and hostility. While the album's end may feel somewhat empowering, this is probably not the case. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side...
Much like Tidal, When the Pawn... opens with a piece asserting her independence and the change in her life. It seems to pick up right where Tidal left off; the first album ended with an assertion that things were about to change and get better. The second opens with the declaration: "All my life is on me now, hail the pages turning." Much like she did in Tidal, she then proceeds to analyze her past and whatever problems she had with those who were either in her life or are in her life at the present moment. Things don't turn out quite as well in the end this time, however, as she has resigned herself to not being the one that person wants at the moment. This is something that breaks her heart, but she loves him enough to wait for him.
This album also has 10 tracks, and just as Tidal's middle eight tracks posed some analytical observations about her past and the effects it may have had on the present day, When the Pawn...'s middle eight tracks do the same. Some of the angst she exhibited so openly on her first album returns during these eight tracks, but in a somewhat more controlled fashion. She does not hesitate to mock previous lovers, nor does she hesitate to speak frankly of emotional issues that arose in previous relationships.
When the Pawn... does not end well for our heroine. While she has accepted her fate, it is not the ideal situation for her. Acceptance of said fate does not allow her to end this chapter on a particularly triumphant -- or even satisfied -- note. There is, nonetheless, nothing she can do. The one she loves loves another, and she must wait by the sidelines for the day when he realizes he really loves her.
If it ever comes.
Feeling depressed after "I Know," possibly the most heartwrenching song of all time? Cheer up. Extraordinary Machine opens with the title track -- the only title track Fiona Apple has ever released. It is upbeat, cheerful and quirky. She is as assertive as ever, but without the bitterness we may have come to know and expect from her previous album-openers. She seems to have acquired a wisdom that betrays just how angsty she was two albums ago. She is now apparently wise beyond her years; this is evident both at the album's beginning and at its end, when she declares herself to be "better than fine" and offers some positive philosophies for living.
There are a great many positive references and metaphors throughout this album; she alludes often to things occasionally being problematic, but that things will turn out fine in the end. Even the middle eight tracks reflect this on this album; she seems to be saying "Yes, I made some stupid mistakes, but there's no sense dwelling on them."
It is unclear how much time has passed since the end of When the Pawn... before the beginning of Extraordinary Machine. While we know exactly how long it took for the album to be released, the time lapse between the two chapters of the story is more ambiguous. One can assume it was a reasonably long period of time because of the extent to which she has matured from one album to the next.
The ending of this album is particularly important because it represents her emotions coming full circle from the beginning of Tidal. "Sleep to Dream" was, as mentioned, chock full of so much angst that it might be viewed as making emo music look sort of tame. "Waltz (Better than Fine)" is a much more positive song that encourages others not to worry about things they can't fix; they should, rather, take solace in the fact that things tend to work out in the end.
Fiona Apple's albums can easily be interpreted as a three-part coming of age story due to their common theme of maturity, common structures and increasing complexity.
It is obvious that the albums were not marketed in this way; they may not even have been intended as a three-part story. It may just be the way things turned out. It's quite easy to make a very general comparison between the albums and classic coming of age stories such as the Star Wars Trilogy; their protagonists evolve as they mature and each come to terms with reality. This manifests itself in their respective losses of innocence. While it goes without saying that Star Wars is itself a nod to a very classic archetype of stories such as this, it is perhaps the most recognizable when it comes to a modern audience.
It probably goes without saying that I grew up listening to Fiona Apple. Tidal came out when I was 11 and my parents gave it to me for my 12th birthday. I got When the Pawn... for Christmas two years later and bought Extraordinary Machine last year.
It's never ceased to amaze me; she puts out whatever I need to hear at that point in time. I was discovering angst at 12 and knee-deep in it at 14. At 19, I first heard a leaked copy of "Extraordinary Machine" (the song). I listened to it constantly; it was the song I'd always needed to hear.
It wasn't until I started thinking about the patterns mentioned in this essay that I considered that each of her albums has had at least one song I've needed to hear during each of those three parts of my life. When I was 12, I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I was probably never going to fit in in the conventional sense, that boys wouldn't be fighting over me and that I was generally thought of as weird. But I had Fiona, and Fiona had "Sullen Girl," and I somehow felt understood.
Then, at 15, I was dealing with the fact that I was not romantically desirable at all, not even by the few guys who seemed to take any interest in me whatsoever. And when I would fall for someone who didn't want me, I had Fiona, and Fiona had "I Know."
It's hard to describe what state I was in at 19, save to say that I was definitely in a state where I could do with being told that I was an extraordinary machine and that "if there was a better way to go then it would find me." And I had Fiona, and Fiona had a group of devoted fans who, thinking her record label had shelved her album due to its supposed "unmarketability," gave me "Extraordinary Machine."
I was 12 when I first put a Fiona Apple album into my CD player and, frankly, had no idea what to expect. It contained a girl who was angry, perhaps justifiably so, and who had no other release than song. When I put her third album into my CD player for the first time, it was astonishing to hear how it contained a woman whose cries of bitterness had turned into songs of joy.
"No, I don't believe in the wasting of time,
And I don't believe that I'm wasting mine."
Thank you, Fiona.
When The Pawn... David Blaine Criminal I Know
Magnolia Tori Amos How I nearly killed myself masturbating Nina Simone
paper bag lice The Disease of Images Natalie Portman
Maya Angelou LIMP Child pornography Never Is a Promise
blowjob Shea Seger Thora Birch Liz Phair
Hooters Extraordinary Machine Torch Song
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Alfons Alfred von Bojanowsky (ur. 14 października 1827, zm. 6 kwietnia 1848 na Pomorzu Tylnym) – student, uczestnik walk na barykadzie ulicznej w Berlinie podczas rewolucji marcowej w 1848 r.

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Alfons Alfred von Bojanowsky pochodził z rodziny właścicieli ziemskich z Pomorza. Jego ojcem był , pruski generał major w stanie spoczynku. Jego matką była Rosalie zd. , siostra . Jego dziadkiem od strony ojca był August Aleksander Bojanowski, polski szambelan królewski i kapitan. Jego babcią od strony ojca była Sophie Caroline Luise zd. hrabskiego von Maltzan. Posiadał czworo rodzeństwa: starsi Sophie Franziska i Alexander Jaroslaw Maximilian, młodsi Viktor i .

Studiował prawo, mieszkał w Berlinie przy Behrenstraße 1.

Brał udział w walkach na barykadzie ulicznej w Berlinie podczas rewolucji marcowej 1848 w dniach 18–19 marca. Barykada była umiejscowiona na Friedrichstraße na rogu z Linienstraße przy Oranienburger Tor w pobliżu koszar artyleryjskich. Został ciężko ranny. Ojciec przewiózł go do majątku rodzinnego na Pomorzu Tylnym, gdzie w wyniku poniesionych obrażeń zmarł. Ponieważ opuścił Berlin, został pochowany w grobie rodzinnym, a nie na Cmentarzu Ofiar Rewolucji Marcowej w Berlinie (niem. Friedhof der Märzgefallenen).

14 marca 1998 roku, w 150-lecie Rewolucji Marcowej 1848, w miejscu walki przy Friedrichstraße 114 i Linienstraße 135 odsłonięto tablicę upamiętniającą Bojanowsky'ego. Jest to jedna z serii 12 podobnych tablic poświęconym Rewolucji Marcowej 1848.

Bibliografia
 Kurt Wernicke, Vormärz, März, Nachmärz: Studien zur Berliner Politik- und Sozialgeschichte 1843-1853, Luisenstädt 1999, , s. 139
 Rüdiger Hachtmann, Berlin 1848. Eine Politik- und Gesellschaftsgeschichte der Revolution, Dietz, Bonn 1997, , s. 176
 Berlinische Monatsschrift, nr 3/1998, marzec 1998, s. 100
 Margret Dorothea Minkels, Die Stifter des Neuen Museums: Friedrich Wilhelm IV. von Preussen und Elisabeth von Baiern, Books on Demand, Norderstedt 2011, , s. 362
 Opis tablicy pamiątkowej na stronie "Tablice pamiątkowe w Berlinie"
 Spis poległych na stronie Cmentarza Ofiar Rewolucji Marcowej w Berlinie

Uczestnicy Wiosny Ludów
Urodzeni w 1827
Zmarli w 1848

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Of Sorrow and Such
March 8, 2017 at 6:00 pm	(Reads) (adult fiction, dark, fantasy, novella)
Of Sorrow and Such by Angela Slatter
Of Sorrow and Such is a story about witches, but it's also a story about women, women in a time where they have little power, women who have to support each other so that all may survive. Witches have power, despite the men who try to keep them from it, but witches also have cunning. It's no coincidence that the root of the word "witch" is "wit", and this novella shows us just how that came to be.
It's not a gentle story, but it's gently told. The narrative has a minimal style, so whenever something horrifying happens, it's told in a direct, almost clinical way. You can imagine the story being not whispered to you, but told to you in a steady, persistent voice; it's not emotionless, but it's at least calm and collected.
This style matches the theme of the novella perfectly. As mentioned above, the characters are witches, women with power who have to wield it with caution, even in private, since women with power threaten men who think they have it. It doesn't pay to flaunt that power, so it doesn't pay to write the narrative in a bold, ambitious way. Reveal only what you must, only to the people who have to see it, and even then, protect yourself from any possible retaliation.
I'm stunned at how good a writer Slatter is. Her characterization skills, her plotting skills, her settings … all of it is way above par, but she's been writing for a long time, and it shows. Looked at from afar, the story isn't necessarily original, but Slatter's distinctiveness comes from her prose, and it is, after all, not the story, but she who tells it.
Find this novella and read it as soon as you can. It's extraordinary.

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Colby White Olson, 16, of Laytonville, was killed in a Redwood Valley rollover accident on December 23, 2008, after the vehicle's driver lost control and veered off Highway 101. According to a news report in the Record Bee, Hugo L. Macias Jr., 20, was driving his 1994 Geo Tracker south on Highway 101 and was traveling down a grade when he suddenly veered right off the highway and plummeted down a ravine. The vehicle rolled over several times and Olson was ejected from the vehicle. Macias was taken to a local hospital with major injuries. Both Olson and Macias were wearing seatbelts.
My heart goes out to the family of young Colby White Olson, who died in this tragic rollover accident. I offer my deepest condolences to his family and friends. I also wish the driver, Hugo L. Macias Jr., the very best for a quick and complete recovery. Please keep them all in your prayers.
Rollover accidents are the leading cause of motor vehicle fatalities in the United States. According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA), each year there are about 40,000 auto accident fatalities, out of which one-fourth are rollover crashes. Since these are high impact and high intensity accidents, the consequences are often devastating. They almost always result in catastrophic injuries or death.
According to California Highway Patrol officials, both Olson and Macias were wearing seatbelts. The vehicle tumbled down a steep ravine. But as it turns out Macias' seatbelt did not fail and he did not suffer fatal injuries, but Olson's seatbelt seems to have failed because he was ejected from the vehicle. If I were a member of Olson's family I would want to find out why Olson was ejected from the vehicle and not Macias, if both were wearing seatbelts and were in the same vehicle tumbling down the same ravine.
The family of Colby White Olson would be well-advised to consult with a California seatbelt defects lawyer, who will have the vehicle carefully examined by an expert for seatbelt defects or seatbelt failure. A seatbelt system can fail in many ways. An alarming number of "side release" belts are prone to false latching and many "end release belts" are prone to unlatching during auto accidents. Our firm has seen numerous cases of restraint system failure involving seatbelt mounts, buckles, webbing and grabbers. We have even uncovered internal memos and documents that clearly show that automakers had knowledge of these dangerous defects and failures, but did nothing to correct them.
A skilled auto product defect attorney will also have the body of the ejected person carefully examined for evidence of seatbelt bruising and marking. They would also use an expert to test the seatbelt webbing microscopically for marks, blood stains and other evidence and determine how the seatbelt ultimately failed.


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Harris, Barrios,Texeira score, FC Dallas beats Crew 3-0
COLUMBUS, Ohio (AP) — Atiba Harris, Michael Barrios and David Texeira scored and FC Dallas beat the Columbus Crew 3-0 on Sunday night to move into third place in the Eastern Conference.
Harris opened the scoring for FC Dallas (13-8-5) by finishing a header combination with David Texeira in the 27th minute. Texeira redirected Kellyn Acosta's corner kick with a header pass to Harris.
Barrios doubled the lead in the 69th minute with an end-to-end counterattack, and Texeira added his own 2 minutes later on a putback from outside the 18-yard box.
Columbus (11-9-8) lost for the first time in five games and suffered its first home shutout of the season while playing without MLS goals leader Kei Kamara (18 goals) because of international service. With a victory, the Crew would have moved past the New York Red Bulls into a first-place tie with D.C. United.


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Valentin Polozov and Sergei Polozov (boy), Edimonovo Village, Russia, 1962.
(Letter to Valentin Polozov—my uncle-cousin whom I remember from my childhood in Edimonovo village, and have met only a couple of times later in life.)
"May 14. Dear Valentin!
First off, I want to congratulate you on reaching sixty. I wish you health, happiness, to succeed in all that you do, and to always be surrounded by good people. Sixty is a good age. Especially when you still have arms of steel. Though I'll bet that you are probably having fun thinking back on yourself at 30… Am I right?
I'm sure you're more than a little surprised to get a letter from me. How could you not be? In my all life I have never written you, and now, suddenly, here is a letter.
I am in Turkmenistan now, chasing my larks and sparrows around the desert. This makes me immeasurably happy. Perhaps because of how far away I am it now seemed especially important for me to share the memories that came pouring in for seemingly no reason.
Not that this was all that sudden. I am constantly thinking about my childhood, the Volga, Edimonovo, and everything that happened there. What was sudden, however, was that instead of getting up at 5:30 a.m. as usual, I woke an hour early and jumped out of bed with the urgent need—as if a bomb had gone off in my head—to sit down and write you without putting it off another minute.
It is very important, in addition to wishing you happy birthday, to thank you now for all the attention and patience you showed me in those already distant, warm and sunny days. Forgive me for being sentimental, but this is important. So, without delay: happy birthday and thank you!
Now let me put things in order. First, that you and I have seen each other three times since I was a kid. The first time was in August of 1972, when I came to Edimonovo with Markych. This was the summer when there were all those fires, the smoke was everywhere, and the forest was closed to people on vacation. I have slides of it looking like twilight at noon. Do you remember? There was such a strong wind that it knocked down the tower at night.
Holy smokes, you never know what is going to happen. I spent my whole childhood believing that when I grew up, I could climb The Tower. Climbing that thing was the first thing I did when we arrived that summer. It proved to be nothing but an ordinary triangulation tower (by the time I climbed it, it had become almost totally decrepit—years take their toll), but it had nevertheless retained its mystique. For the rest of my life it will remain The Mysterious Tower That Reaches The Sky.
There was a thunderstorm the night Markych and I stayed on the island. You know what kind of thunderstorms we have in Edimonovo—lighting descending like a tent from above and all sides at the same time. When we got up in the morning—the Tower was gone! It collapsed from the wind the night after I had climbed it, at 17, fulfilling the childhood dream I held for more than half my life. It was as though it waited for me, giving me the chance to taste the accomplishment, teaching me how important it is to make it.
The next time we saw each other was six months later when, in January of 1973, I came winter hunting with Mitya. Do you remember him? He had such a cheerful face and light hair that stuck out like straw in all directions. We stopped off at your place and then went further to join the rangers on the Zavidovsky Cordon.
The third and last time was eighteen years later when, after so many years of stories about Edimonovo, I brought my wife and son there for the first time. We went as far as Old Melkovo, left the car in an old woman's yard at the last house before the river and sat down on the shore to wait for someone who could take us across to come along.
My son Teddy had never seen a body of water so large. To him, the Moscow Sea Reservoir was truly a sea. He dug in the sand and climbed on the footbridges, where fish scales stuck to the planks and tern were flying overhead, meanwhile everything within me trembled from the realization that I was, once again... here.
We sat and waited, not knowing what the new system was, whether or not there was still a ferry to the other shore like before.
Eventually, a boat came from your direction and a man in glasses got out. An elderly woman and a teenage girl who had been steering remained in the boat. Then the woman went over to the house and I approached the girl and asked her if she would take us across. She answered that I needed to ask her grandmother...
The woman soon returned, and then I recognized her immediately. It was Valya Karavanova—Valerka's grandmother. Just imagine! Thirty years later, and still I recognized her! She too stared at me with that stern country look.
"Polozov?" She finally said.
"Yes, but how did you recognize me? Of course I recognized you from childhood— you haven't changed one bit. You're Valya Karavanova, Valerka's grandmother, aren't you?"
"Mother, not grandmother! Ha, grandmother… Grandmother is 20 years since at the cemetery. That was Valerka we just brought across, and this is his daughter. Ah, Polozov," she sighed.
Valerka's daughter turned to us with her weather-reddened nose and looked on with moderate but remote interest, the way teenagers look at something worthy of their attention, but still not directly relevant to their reality.
Man… I was so immersed in my childhood sensations that the actual appearance of a familiar face from that time period pushed out any sense of reality and the thirty years that had passed since then.
My heart skipped a beat out of sheer embarrassment.
"Oh God, of course! Please forgive me. I lost track of the years, distracted..."
I bet, Valentin, you are laughing as you read this. Fifteen year intervals...
Among the mountains and deserts that surround me, I remember Edimonovo not with nostalgia, but with serenity and satisfaction at the fact that everything there happened as it should have. This is possible only with the happy memories of childhood, those special moments that later determined so many important things, perhaps even the critical aspects of one's life. Without Edimonovo, I never would have become an ornithologist—of that I have no doubt, and here you played an important role. Of course, you will not likely remember any of it, but certain aspects in my childish perception impressed themselves on me very deeply.
First—the time I pestered you for a month to take me on a hunt. I was five or six at the time, and you were a few years out of the Army.
Finally, one day we agreed that we would go the next morning. I was so excited that night that I almost couldn't sleep! Mama wakes me up, and you're sitting next to my bed in a black naval pea-coat. I remember that coat down to the texture of its fabric, the scratches on the brass buttons and the special, masculine scent—cheap strong tobacco and something else, indistinguishable.
We left the house and walked past the cemetery with a very unique fence: squat wooden posts, three round peeled tree trunks between each of them, one above the other, spaced one or two feet apart. Gray from the sun and wind, by evening they were warm to the touch. They were perfect for climbing, as if made for that purpose—their size and the space between them was just right. They were good to sit or stand on, and even for lying on your stomach to watch the slow sunset over the cemetery cross silhouettes. In the lilac thickets, there were fragments of ancient obelisks—black marble with incomprehensible old writing, the remains of some displaced foreign barons. I used to think about their strange foreign names—who were they? What in the world brought them to our Edimonovo?
Then we went into the field where the Tower was still standing, and met some man there—he was herding cows. You two sat down for a smoke and started talking about something I didn't understand. He nodded at the small caliber rifle as if to say, what are you doing with that thing? You answered that "this puppy has been pestering the life out of me and I have agreed to take him on a hunt."
I clearly remember that at that very moment I suddenly understood that all of this was just a game set up for my benefit, but I simply did not have the strength to give in and be disillusioned, or to renounce this "rifle hunt." Not only did I not give any sign that I understood, but even pushed this understanding away, shielding myself from it by examining the rifle bolt and the worn polished barrel, with anticipation of this special event—shooting a rifle on a hunt.
The bolt with a ball on the handle resembled a children's toy, but lay deep inside the ominous dark-polished lock, like a snake under a rock. It was immediately obvious that it was dangerous, and I gazed at it with fear and respect.
There was a deep scratch on the rifle stock; that is, there were innumerable scratches on it, but this one was especially deep, a black scar with a triangular dent from some dull, hard object— probably the head of an axe.
While the two of you were talking, I looked around the forest by the Tower at the Crooked Pine nearby—it would be a fine thing to climb it, but there was no time now, after all we were on a rifle hunt; I could barely keep still in my impatience.
When you finished your cigarettes, we went further into the hollow toward the forest. Here there was a barn, standing all by itself, where two years later Valerka and Tolka would hide cheap tobacco in a green tea tin can to be smoked in secret. Though I was a member of the gang and sat with them to keep them company, sniffing this sweetish smoke, I myself did not partake (the foundations of my upbringing were unshakable). Once I tried to inhale, but the wave of panic at the sin I was committing kept me from enjoying it.
Next, we passed through a dark aspen grove into the depths of the forest before the first clearings that the locals called Grasshops. These Grasshops still capture my imagination. Why? They were just like any other clearing. When I came back in 1972, I took Markych there just to make sure that everything was still where it was supposed to be. They didn't seem so huge as they had back in the day. But the mystery associated with them stayed with me, probably because of their name. As a child, I was certain (and still believe to this day) that this name came from the crazy clacking of the grasshoppers in the midday heat of summer, when nothing could drown them out.
It was as if something had happened to these grasshoppers, something special, so important that they no longer engaged in the everyday business of insects but only clacked and clacked as hard as they could in an ecstatic, euphoric effort. The next day they would do the same, and the next day and the next. I still think that even if something important happened every day, they would never get accustomed to it but would yell and yell in these clearings.
I remember my unbearable fatigue as I walked through there, the air shimmering above the grass and all the multicolored summer weeds when we were returning after a morning's hike for mushrooms or berries. I would be dragging along in the heat in my rubber boots— so out of place at noon— scarcely lifting my feet, burdened with all the warm clothes I had taken off. I'd dream of finally getting home, throwing everything off, and running barefoot down the warm path to the shore, nearly jumping out of my skin with impatience ("Hurry, Mom!"), and grabbing a rough-skinned cucumber on the way. At the gate, past the vegetable patch, in the shadow of the high grass along the fence where the path was still cold and wet from the dew, each time such a surprise to my bare feet… But I am straying off topic.
So, you and I were approaching the Grasshops, and there at the а outskirts, a good-sized aspen had fallen.
"Look at this," you said, "an aspen! There must be hares around, since they like aspen bark better than anything… Keep an eye out for them."
Naturally, I couldn't see a thing.
"I was right. There's a hare over there, see it?" Valentin continued. "Well shoot it, Serega (short for Sergei; less formal than another short form—Serezha)!"
"I see it, I see it, give me the rifle!" I say, even though I can't see a thing. You loaded the rifle for me, laid it across your knees and said, "Well take good aim, site the target right under the little apple, and hold your breath". As if I could breathe, stopping long before my cheek touched the stock. I made my best effort to aim, looking for a place I thought might be most suitable for a hare, if there had really been one. Then there was the whip crack sound of the rifle shot. Then you said with regret, "Oh, you missed Serega, it ran away! But maybe it didn't. Just in case, try another shot!" I was trembling all over as I had begun breathing again after the shot.
"Okay," I said, "I'll shoot, there he is sitting under the branches…" Again, the crack of the shot.
"Now he definitely got away!" you said. "Well, never mind that too much, you'll have better luck next time…"
We sat there for a while, looking into the dark depths of the forest, then walked back in silence. You were in your own thoughts, and I was trying to decide, shaken, whether I should feel bad that it had all been pretend…
The second moment I remember was when we rowed out to the island and picked up— what fools!—a whole boatload of baby terns, about twenty of them, thinking they were gulls. The sun was bright, there were lilies on the water, the multicolored soft chicks huddling under their smooth, heavy leaves, and everything around filled with the shrill, desperate cries of adult birds diving at us. Then we rowed back to the village shore and began to release them, and one after another they all headed straight back for the island like a flotilla of small downy boats.
Krasolym was on the shore, walking toward the boats with oars over his shoulder. He was a bit "under the weather" (influence) as usual. His permanently watery eyes were tearing under his red lids, but he was working, so his gaze was stern. He was wearing a green official cap with an insignia, his amazing Japanese waders given to him by a rich hunter from Moscow, and his knife on his belt.
Every summer for three years I had been staring at that knife from afar. Its elk antler handle was worn into brown wavy curves, white bone glistening on the iron knob. The leather sheath was attached with a clasp to a ring on his belt, clattering and swinging as he walked.
At the time, I thought that we would not be able to escape the ranger's punishment for illegal capturing of the birds, but you exchanged words on some unrelated matter, and he didn't even seem to notice us kids.
By the way, how is Krasolym? I caught a glimpse of him on my last visit. I was struck how, 30 years after that sunny morning on the shore, he had ceased to be the giant with rare boots that reached up so high, a wonderful knife on his belt, and shining insignia on his cap way up above my head. Instead, he looked like a dried-up old man, half tired, half drunk, calmly looking out his window. He clearly recognized me, as if saying with a secret smile "C'est la vie, Serega…" He must have passed by now?
The third and final time we saw each other was when you took me mowing. The cart clattered over the uneven forest road. I proudly held the reins in my scuffed up hands. Before my eyes was the broad back of the horse with its rust-colored tail, the high curtain of the viburnum with its useless red grapes shining through on either side of us. (These aren't like the edible but awfully bitter ashberry that you can throw like a handful of buckshot at the squealing girls.) Then—the scythe and the smell of freshly mown angelica, and spitting elderberries through its fragrant hollow stalks while you mowed.
On the way back, a bunch of hay in the cart, the feel of hardened canvas straps on my palm, and me—sitting high up on top of it, joggling back and forth, afraid of falling…
You see: a negligible detail to an adult, an ordinary day, even a part of it, can for a child become a memory for the rest of his life. That's how it was with me.
Well, Valentin, I will bring this to an end, as it's already getting pretty long. I console myself by thinking that this is the first letter I've sent, and it is coming from far away. I hope that it will be pleasant for you to recall those times, and I promise that when I return home, I will come out and visit you. I'll tell you about everything I've been doing out here in the desert and will find out what you have been up to. Indeed, I heard that the people in the neighborhood unanimously asked for you as their representative, and that the old ladies, as in times past, still adore you for your constant help with everything.
I look forward to sitting with you and looking at who we are now, the extension of who we were then – in my childhood and your youth. That's all.
Once again, I wish you a happy birthday, and send you health and happiness. We will see each other again.
Yours, Sergei."
As it happened, I did not mail this letter. Feeling its significance, I decided to send it with somebody flying to Moscow from Turkmenistan, and have it mailed from there to be sure he would get it, thinking that I still had some time before his birthday. But nobody was going that way, and I didn't get the chance to do it. When I got back to Moscow in June, I found out that his birthday, instead of June 16, as I thought, was really in May, and that he had passed away unexpectedly two days before his sixtieth, which coincided— perhaps to the second—with the time when I unexpectedly woke up earlier than usual feeling such a clear need to write to him immediately and for the first time…
Dear Valentin,
Forgive me for not managing to thank you in life. If we do see each other again, perhaps no apology will be necessary. We will simply remember how we were. We will sit on the sunny bank of the Volga, dangling our feet into the shallow water, stirring up the sandy bottom with our toes, and I will thank you for always being so good to me. Then, you will throw your cigarette butt into the water, push the boat off from the shore, and say "Ah, forget it, Serega… Let's go!"
(From "Fasciatus")


Going to a live show can be very expensive, but discounted and FREE tickets are available for some shows, Please note many of these theater companies are not-for-profit organizations and they appreciate donations of any size.
During the summer months, you can enjoy Shakespeare in the Parks. For the past 5 years the Chicago Shakespeare Theater on Navy Pier has performed in the Chicago neighborhood parks. This year in celebration of Shakespeare's 400th birthday they are performing a 75-minute abridged production of Twelfth Night. I'm sorry to say this weekend are the last 2 performances for 2016. Head to Eckhart Park Saturday, August 13, 2016 at 6:30pm (17:30) 1330 W. Chicago Avenue or Ping Tom Memorial Park Sunday, August 14, 2016 4pm (16:00) at 1700 S. Wentworth Avenue. Next year be sure to check out their website click on Plays and Events and enjoy these FREE outdoor performances in 2017 (and beyond) or sign up for their enewsletter.
Offering FREE productions, the Quest Theater Ensemble is "dedicated to being the 'People's Theater of Chicago' by creating productions that inform, delight, inspire and unite" and are "committed to making theater accessible to everyone." Their performance space is located at the Blue Theater 1609 West Gregory. Don't be surprised to find it is in the basement of a school. FREE parking is available just north of the venue and there is plenty of FREE street parking.
Oracle Theatre located at 3809 North Broadway offers productions on a "pay what you can" basis.Check out their line up online.
Pendulum Space/Theatre Momentum is located at 1803 W. Byron Street Suite 215 and is "theatre that happens to be improvised." All shows are FREE. Check out their website for the list of upcoming shows.
Located at 1448 East 57th Street between Harper and Blackstone you can enjoy the FREE performances at The Hyde Park Free Theater. Their performances include "dances, discussions, lectures, performances, parties, dinners, protests, rallies, conversations, symposia, debates etc." So check out their website to see what's happening.
The Red Theater Company is a not-for-profit organization that makes their performances accessible to all audiences including "Captioned performances, "Touch-Tours and ASL interpreted performances". All performances are FREE. In addition for every $10 monthly donation they give 3 seats to nontraditional theater goers including those who "cannot afford to see it including "seniors, people who are differently-abled, youth and the working poor." The Red Theater Company is located at 1333 North Milwaukee Avenue.
Hottix offers half price tickets for same day performances in more than a score of theaters in the city. You can purchase tickets online or go to one of their 3 locations: 72 East Randolph Street & 163 East Pearson Street and in the lobby of Block 37 108 North State Street. In some cases you can buy tickets for future performances. They update their website throughout the day as tickets become available so it is worth checking back periodically.
Broadway in Chicago offers deeply discounted tickets for same day performances for some of their productions . Here's how it works. For those shows who participate, you go to the box office during the day up to 2 hours before the show. You fill out a form with your name and email address. Two hours before the performance a drawing is held. Usually each name drawn is eligible for 2 tickets. NOTE: You must be present to win and you must pay with CASH – not checks or credit cards are accepted for these discounted tickets. Broadway in Chicago manages the PrivateBank Theater at 18 West Monroe Street, the Cadillac Palace Theater 151 West Randolph Street, the Oriental Theater, 24 West Randolph Street, the Auditorium Theater at Roosevelt University 50 East Congress Parkway and the Broadway Playhouse at Water Tower Place 175 East Chestnut.
The annual Broadway in Chicago Concert is a live performance of some of the great shows currently playing in Chicago. Held each year in Millennium Park this year the event is Monday August 15, 2016 starting at 6:30pm. (17:30). This is a very popular performance, so I suggest you get your spot at the Pritzker Pavilion early.
For some of the performances at the Goodman Theater offers half price tickets. Any remaining mezzanine seats in the Albert and Owen Theaters tickets go on sale online at 10AM the day of the performance, Select "Season and Tickets", pick the current date and enter promo code MEZZTIX at point of sale. The discount will be made before you check out. You may also buy available mezzanine tickets at the same discount at the box office starting at 12 noon. Each purchase is subject to handling fees.
Theatre in Chicago is a great website to find more information about the theater scene in Chicago is Along the left side you will see a link to Half Price Tickets. Currently there are several shows offering discount tickets to Goldstar members. Go to their website or more information and to sign up for FREE for the Godlstar program.. Sign up on line or download the FREE Goldstar app and you will receive notices of discounted ticket offers.
Scroll down and you will see dozens of other theaters offering half price tickets to the general public.
Also if you sign up for the Special Offers Newsletter you will automatically get a $5.00 coupon to be used on your first ticket purchase.
How about going to the Opera for FREE. The Lyric Opera offers some FREE performances to various senior citizen organizations. "Each season's Senior Matinee enables underserved Chicago seniors to attend a selected Lyric Opera dress rehearsal at no cost. Tickets are distributed by the Chicago Department of Family and Support Services."
Encore is a FREE program which offers discounted tickets to some of their performances. The Encore program is available to anyone between the ages of 20 and 40.
And NEXT is a FREE program for college and graduate students that offers $20 tickets when space is available. Sign up for email and text alerts to enjoy this discount.
Wherever you go, don't be afraid to look for or ask for military, senior and student discounts!
Another way to see a show for FREE is by volunteering to be a Saint. As a volunteer Saint your duties will vary from venue to venue but essentially you serve as an usher in theaters all over Chicagoland. In return you can stay and see the show for FREE.
I want to extend my sincere appreciation to Hedy Weiss, Theater Critic for the SunTimes and frequent guest on WTTW's Chicago Tonight for her contributions to this week's blog. Thank you!
I've already told you about my favorite weekend end Chicago: Open House Chicago. It's coming up in Oct 15 and 16, 2016 so mark your calendars and for more information check my earlier post. But there is another event that I hate to miss and it is currently showing at the Merchandise Mart. It is called CANstruction. CANstruction is an exhibit of large-scale displays using can goods. All good is then donated to the Greater Chicago Food Depository. This year it is open between August 11, 2016 and September 6, 2016 at the Merchandise Mart located on the river between Wells and Franklin Streets.
Today is the annual Bud Biliken Parade. from 9am to 11:30am. The route is south on King Dr. from Oakwood Blvd. to 51st St. and continues on Ellsworth Dr. thru Washington Park to 55th Street.
So I'll be you thought you can't afford to go to live theater. I hope I've convinced you there are performances out there that are Free For All!
All information was correct at the time of this post, but before you come, please check the DCASE website cityofchicago.org/dcase to get the most up-to-date information.
Until then I hope to see you in Chicago!


Hi my name is Gromit of the WaG Crew!
When I was born on 2/5/16 it was in the middle of the night. I have three stars on my back. Although they are fading as I age and my puppy down disappears those three stars were the only way everyone could tell my brother Wallace and I apart!
Like my Bro Wallace said, I too, was born on February 5, 2016. I'm the most assertive of this Crew. I like to play hard and make the decisions but I also am easily distracted. I will be a challenge to train up this fall.
By the end of summer I will get fitted for a harness and join the team for fall training.
I was born on February 5, 2016. My brothers and I are the newest members of Team Ineka! My Mom is Shock of the Nightmare Crew and my Dad is Frosty. Both my parents are leaders on Roberts' main team. Boy do we have big feet to fill.
Robert and Michele love CHEESE! Their kids; Kyle, Tyler and Nicole loved watching Wallace & Gromit.
At just 16 weeks of age my job is to eat, sleep, play, eat, poop, play, eat, sleep! Did I say EAT!
I am part of the Oracle Crew. We are named after The Neverending Story. We were born on September 28, 2013. I am by far the smallest of the Crew and of Team Ineka. I am a triplet with Atreyu and Bastian. Needless to say my brothers hogged everything!
I struggled in the beginning but Nicole took care of me. Constantly making sure I got access to food and lots of hugs and kisses. I learned to stand up for myself quite well. In fact I'm a spitfire.
Last summer was my first time in harness. Nicole took me out with the bike to teach me leader training. I loved running beside her.
This past fall I lined out with my siblings in front of the sled and loved every chance we got to run on the cool soft powder.
I'm still the smallest in the kennel………this spring just after break up when the dog lot is soggy and all of the mushers are not feeling well, some of us dogs get sick too. I got sick first. It happened so fast, no one knew what I was going through. Everyone that I loved was nearby and I left Team Ineka to take on another adventure.
Hi my name is BreBre and I am part of the 9-11 Crew. My brothers and sisters are named after the amazing and courageous dogs that took part in the September 11th disasters.
When I was just a few weeks old Michele was concerned about me. I was a little bit shy and didn't participate in playing with my siblings. She spent lots of time with me.
By the time I joined the kennel it was clear that I wasn't to interested in the sled dog life!
Michele took me out of the kennel often and she and Nicole trained me to work as a therapy dog. While I was still under two years of age Michele met Josh.
Josh and I share our birthday! That made me so happy. When Michele and Nicole drove me to Josh's house I was nervous. But Nicole walked me around a park near his house to calm me. She told me secrets. I understood that it was my job now to watch over, protect and encourage my new friend Josh!


I think GBPNZD is a good pair to trade given the valuation differntials of the two currencies. NZD wants to fall and GBP is is undervalued.
The pair is the MOST undervalued pair relative to the major pairs and the GBP trade-weighted value.
It is worth about 2.50ish or so, fundamentally. It would make a good "buy-and-hold" trade for me, which is why I took the trade with a 100 pip stop.
#1: Brexit Volatility . I did mention that the upcoming House of Lords and House of Commons "agreement in March 2017 for hammering the market is still causing uncertainty still. It makes GBP harder to trade. However, if we can good sell of in the NZD (FINALLY), then we can rest in this "hard-to-long-term-trade" market. I have been scalping. Hey, I even lost a long holding on a weekly, but that is the risk as a trader. Next Trade!
BUT WAIT?! I thought Brexit happened already. See my notes on GBPUSD:https://www.
評論: Moved stop to break even.
GBPNZD Still undervalued: 2.500 target | Fundamentals Rock!
How did you determine the fundamental value? Using fibs?
@iammatthewkakande, No, using economics, the GBP trade-weighted value combined with liner regression, the Big Mac index, CPI and my own formulas. The problem is patience in holding it. It could take a very long time to get there.
@iammatthewkakande, fibs are are just numbers that measure how far the price has moved from a peak to and trough and vice-versa. They are good for sentiment and measuring how far the price has moved instead of calculating how far it moved using a calculator.
Try using fibs when driving your car or eating a burger. lol! The gurus teaches it as a magic numbers are just selling us snake oil. They only work as confirmation tools when it is logical that an exporter or large player Central Banker will want to buy or sell at that level.
When I studied math and found out about geometric sequences for the first time, I tried to apply it every where and come up with geometric formulas and algorithms for everything. It is from that experiences that I realized that not every mathematical sequence is a geometric sequence. Some sequences are purely arithmetic and you cannot obtain a geometric formula out of it.
So, geometric ratios and sequences are not in every aspect of math and certainly not in a trading decision.


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VIEW THE MOBILE VERSION of www.ancienthistory.ca Informational
Home - Ancient States
Jewish History From The Babylonian Captivity To The Birth Of Christ
The Antediluvian World
The Hebrew Race From Abraham To The Sale Of Joseph
The Civil Wars Between Caesar And Pompey
Grecian Civilization Before The Persian Wars
The Conquest Of Canaan To The Establishment Of The Kingdom Of David
Rome In Its Infancy Under Kings
The Jews Until The Conquest Of Canaan
When Joseph was sold by the Midianites to Potiphar, Egypt was
probably ruled by the Shepherd kings, who were called Pharaoh, like all
the other kings, by the Jewish writers. Pitiphar (Pet-Pha, dedicated to
the sun) was probably the second person in the kingdom. Joseph, the Hebrew
slave, found favor in his sight, and was gradually promoted to the
oversight of his great household. Cast into prison, from the intrigues of
Potiphar's wife, whose disgraceful overtures he had virtuously and
honorably rejected, he found favor with the keeper of the prison, who
intrusted him with the sole care of the prisoners, although himself a
prisoner,--a striking proof of his transparent virtue. In process of time
two other high officers of the king, having offended him, were cast into
the same prison. They had strange dreams. Joseph interpreted them,
indicating the speedy return of the one to favor, and of the other to as
sudden an execution. These things came to pass. After two years the king
himself had a singular dream, and none of the professional magicians or
priests of Egypt could interpret it. It then occurred to the chief butler
that Joseph, whom he had forgotten and neglected, could interpret the
royal dream which troubled him. He told the king of his own dream in
prison, and the explanation of it by the Hebrew slave. Whereupon Joseph
was sent for, shaven and washed, and clothed with clean raiment to appear
in the royal palace, and he interpreted the king's dream, which not only
led to his promotion to be governor over Egypt, with the State chariots
for his use, and all the emblems of sovereignty about his person--a viceroy
whose power was limited only by that of the king--but he was also
instrumental in rescuing Egypt from the evils of that terrible famine
which for seven years afflicted Western Asia. He was then thirty years of
age, 1715 B.C., and his elevation had been earned by the noblest
qualities--fidelity to his trusts, patience, and high principle--all of
which had doubtless been recounted to the king.
The course which Joseph pursued toward the Egyptians was apparently
hard. The hoarded grain of seven years' unexampled plenty was at first
sold to the famishing people, and when they had no longer money to buy it,
it was only obtained by the surrender of their cattle, and then by the
alienation of their land, so that the king became possessed of all the
property of the realm, personal as well as real, except that of the
priests. But he surrendered the land back again to the people
subsequently, on condition of the payment of one-fifth of the produce
annually (which remained to the time of Moses)--a large tax, but not so
great as was exacted of the peasantry of France by their feudal and royal
lords. This proceeding undoubtedly strengthened the power of the Shepherd
kings, and prevented insurrections.
The severity of the famine compels the brothers of Joseph to seek
corn in Egypt. Their arrival of course, is known to the governor, who has
unlimited rule. They appear before him, and bowed themselves before him,
as was predicted by Joseph's dreams. But clothed in the vesture of
princes, with a gold chain around his neck, and surrounded by the pomp of
power, they did not know him, while he knows them. He speaks to them,
through an interpreter, harshly and proudly, accuses them of being spies,
obtains all the information he wanted, and learns that his father and
Benjamin are alive. He even imprisons them for three days. He releases
them on the condition that they verify their statement; as a proof of
which, he demands the appearance of Benjamin himself.
They return to Canaan with their sacks filled with corn, and the
money which they had brought to purchase it, secretly restored, leaving
Simeon as surety for the appearance of Benjamin. To this Jacob will not
assent. But starvation drives them again to Egypt, the next year, and
Jacob, reluctantly is compelled to allow Benjamin to go with them. The
unexpected feast which Joseph made for them, sitting himself at another
table--the greater portions given to Benjamin, the deception played upon
them by the secretion of Joseph's silver cup in Benjamin's sack, as if he
were a thief, the distress of all the sons of Jacob, the eloquent
pleadings of Judah, the restrained tears of Joseph, the discovery of
himself to them, the generosity of Pharaoh, the return of Jacob's children
laden not only with corn but presents, the final migration of the whole
family, to the land of Goshen, in the royal chariots, and the consummation
of Joseph's triumphs, and happiness of Jacob--all these facts and incidents
are told by Moses in the most fascinating and affecting narrative ever
penned by man. It is absolutely transcendent, showing not only the highest
dramatic skill, but revealing the Providence of God--that overruling power
which causes good to come from evil, which is the most impressive lesson
of all history, in every age. That single episode is worth more to
civilization than all the glories of ancient Egypt; nor is there anything
in the history of the ancient monarchies so valuable to all generations as
the record by Moses of the early relations between God and his chosen
people. And that is the reason why I propose to give them, in this work,
their proper place, even if it be not after the fashion with historians.
The supposed familiarity with Jewish history ought not to preclude the
narration of these great events, and the substitution for them of the less
important and obscure annals of the Pagans.
Joseph remained the favored viceroy of Egypt until he died, having
the supreme satisfaction of seeing the prosperity of his father's house,
and their rapid increase in the land of Goshen, on the eastern frontier of
the Delta of the Nile,--a land favorable for herds and flocks. The capital
of this district was On--afterward Heliopolis, the sacred City of the Sun,
a place with which Joseph was especially connected by his marriage with
the daughter of the high priest of On. Separated from the Egyptians by
their position as shepherds, the children of Jacob retained their
patriarchal constitution. In 215 years, they became exceedingly numerous,
but were doomed, on the change of dynasty which placed Ramesis on the
throne, to oppressive labors. Joseph died at the age of 110--eighty years
after he had become governor of Egypt. In his latter years the change in
the Egyptian dynasty took place. The oppression of his people lasted
eighty years; and this was consummated by the cruel edict which doomed to
death the infants of Israel; made, probably, in fear and jealousy from the
rapid increase of the Israelites. The great crimes of our world, it would
seem, are instigated by these passions, rather than hatred and malignity,
like the massacre of St. Bartholomew and the atrocities of the French
Revolution.
But a deliverer was raised up by God in the person of Moses, the
greatest man in human annals, when we consider his marvelous intellectual
gifts, his great work of legislation, his heroic qualities, his moral
excellence, and his executive talents. His genius is more powerfully
stamped upon civilization than that of any other one man--not merely on the
Jews, but even Christian nations. He was born B.C. 1571, sixty-four years
after the death of Joseph. Hidden in his birth, to escape the sanguinary
decree of Pharaoh he was adopted by the daughter of the king, and taught
by the priests in all the learning of the Egyptians. He was also a great
warrior, and gained great victories over the Ethiopians. But seeing the
afflictions of his brethren, he preferred to share their lot than enjoy
all the advantages of his elevated rank in the palace of the king--an act
of self-renunciation unparalleled in history. Seeing an Egyptian smite a
Hebrew, he slew him in a burst of indignation, and was compelled to fly.
He fled to Jethro, an Arab chieftain, among the Midianites. He was now
forty years of age, in the prime of his life, and in the full maturity of
his powers. The next forty years were devoted to a life of contemplation,
the best preparation for his future duties. In the most secret places of
the wilderness of Sinai, at Horeb, he communed with God, who appeared in
the burning bush, and revealed the magnificent mission which he was
destined to fulfill. He was called to deliver his brethren from bondage;
but forty years of quiet contemplation, while tending the flocks of
Jethro, whose daughter he married, had made him timid and modest. God
renewed the covenant made to Abraham and Jacob, and Moses returned to
Egypt to fulfill his mission. He joined himself with Aaron, his brother,
and the two went and gathered together all the elders of the children of
Israel, and after securing their confidence by signs and wonders, revealed
their mission.
They then went to Pharaoh, a new king, and entreated of him
permission to allow the people of Israel to go into the wilderness and
hold a feast in obedience to the command of God. But Pharaoh said, who is
the Lord that I should obey his voice. I know not the Lord--your God. The
result was, the anger of the king and the increased burdens of the
Israelites, which tended to make them indifferent to the voice of Moses,
from the excess of their anguish.
Then followed the ten plagues which afflicted the Egyptians, and the
obstinacy of the monarch, resolved to suffer any evil rather than permit
the Israelites to go free. But the last plague was greater than the king
could bear--the destruction of all the first-born in his land--and he
hastily summoned Moses and Aaron in the night, under the impulse of a
mighty fear, and bade them to depart with all their hosts and all their
possessions. The Egyptians seconded the command, anxious to be relieved
from further evils, and the Israelites, after spoiling the Egyptians,
departed in the night--"a night to be much observed" for all generations,
marching by the line of the ancient canal from Rameses, not far from
Heliopolis, toward the southern frontier of Palestine. But Moses,
instructed not to conduct his people at once to a conflict with the
warlike inhabitants of Canaan, for which they were unprepared, having just
issued from slavery, brought them round by a sudden turn to the south and
east, upon an arm or gulf of the Red Sea. To the eyes of the Egyptians,
who repented that they had suffered them to depart, and who now pursued
them with a great army, they were caught in a trap. Their miraculous
deliverance, one of the great events of their history, and the ruin of the
Egyptian hosts, and their three months' march and countermarch in the
wilderness need not be enlarged upon.
The exodus took place 430 years from the call of Abraham, after a
sojourn in Egypt of 215 years, the greater part of which had been passed
in abject slavery and misery. There were 600,000 men, besides women and
children and strangers.
It was during their various wanderings in the wilderness of
Sinai--forty years of discipline--that Moses gave to the Hebrews the rules
they were to observe during all their generations, until a new
dispensation should come. These form that great system of original
jurisprudence that has entered, more or less, into the codes of all
nations, and by which the genius of the lawgiver is especially manifested;
although it is not to be forgotten he framed his laws by divine direction.
Let us examine briefly the nature and character of these laws. They have
been ably expounded by Bishop Warburton, Prof. Wines and others.
The great fundamental principle of the Jewish code was to establish
the doctrine of the unity of God. Idolatry had crept into the religious
system of all the other nations of the world, and a degrading polytheism
was everywhere prevalent. The Israelites had not probably escaped the
contagion of bad example, and the suggestions of evil powers. The most
necessary truth to impress upon the nation was the God of Abraham, and
Isaac, and Jacob. Jehovah was made the supreme head of the Jewish state,
whom the Hebrews were required, first and last, to recognize, and whose
laws they were required to obey. And this right to give laws to the
Hebrews was deduced, not only because he was the supreme creator and
preserver, but because he had also signally and especially laid the
foundation of the state by signs and miracles. He had spoken to the
patriarchs, he had brought them into the land of Egypt, he had delivered
them when oppressed. Hence, they were to have no other gods than this God
of Abraham--this supreme, personal, benevolent God. The violation of this
fundamental law was to be attended with the severest penalties. Hence
Moses institutes the worship of the Supreme Deity. It was indeed
ritualistic, and blended with sacrifices and ceremonies; but the idea--the
spiritual idea of God as the supreme object of all obedience and faith,
was impressed first of all upon the minds of the Israelites, and engraven
on the tables of stone--"Thou shalt have no other gods before me."
Having established the idea and the worship of God, Moses then instituted
the various rites of the service, and laid down the principles of civil
government, as the dictation of this Supreme Deity, under whose supreme
guidance they were to be ruled.
But before the details of the laws were given to guide the
Israelites in their civil polity, or to regulate the worship of Jehovah,
Moses, it would seem, first spake the word of God, amid the thunders and
lightnings of Sinai, to the assembled people, and delivered the ten
fundamental commandments which were to bind them and all succeeding
generations. Whether these were those which were afterward written on the
two tables of stone, or not, we do not know. We know only that these great
obligations were declared soon after the Israelites had encamped around
Sinai, and to the whole people orally.
And, with these, God directed Moses more particularly to declare also the
laws relating to man-servants, and to manslaughter, to injury to women, to
stealing, to damage, to the treatment of strangers, to usury, to slander,
to the observance of the Sabbath, to the reverence due to magistrates, and
sundry other things, which seem to be included in the ten commandments.
After this, if we rightly interpret the book of Exodus, Moses went
up into the mountain of Sinai, and there abode forty days and forty
nights, receiving the commandments of God. Then followed the directions
respecting the ark, and the tabernacle, and the mercy-seat, and the
cherubim. And then were ordained the priesthood of Aaron and his
vestments, and the garments for Aaron's sons, and the ceremonies which
pertained to the consecration of priests, and the altar of incense, and
the brazen laver.
After renewed injunctions to observe the Sabbath, Moses received of
the Lord the two tables of stone, "written with the finger of God." But as
he descended the mountain with these tables, after forty days, and came
near the camp, he perceived the golden calf which Aaron had made of the
Egyptian ear-rings and jewelry,--made to please the murmuring people, so
soon did they forget the true God who brought them out of Egypt. And Moses
in anger, cast down the tables and brake them, and destroyed the calf, and
caused the slaughter of three thousand of the people by the hands of the
children of Levi.
But God forgave the iniquity and renewed the tables, and made a new
covenant with Moses, enjoining upon him the utter destruction of the
Canaanites, and the complete extirpation of idolatry. He again gathered
together the people of Israel, and renewed the injunction to observe the
Sabbath, and then prepared for the building of the tabernacle, as the Lord
directed, and also for the making of the sacred vessels and holy garments,
and the various ritualistic form of worship. He then established the
sacrificial rites, consecrated Aaron and his sons as priests, laid down
the law for them in their sacred functions, and made other divers laws for
the nation, in their social and political relations.
The substance of these civil laws was the political equality of the
people; the distribution of the public domains among the free citizens
which were to remain inalienable and perpetual in the families to which
they were given, thus making absolute poverty or overgrown riches
impossible; the establishment of a year of jubilee, once every fifty
years, when there should be a release of all servitude, and all debts, and
all the social inequalities which half a century produced; a magistracy
chosen by the people, and its responsibility to the people; a speedy and
impartial administration of justice; the absence of a standing army and
the prohibition of cavalry, thus indicating a peaceful policy, and the
preservation of political equality; the establishment of agriculture as
the basis of national prosperity; universal industry, inviolability of
private property, and the sacredness of family relations. These were
fundamental principles. Moses also renewed the Noahmic ideas of the
sacredness of human life. He further instituted rules for the education of
the people, that "sons may be as plants grown up in their youth, and
daughters as corner stones polished after the similitude of a palace."
Such were the elemental ideas of the Hebrew commonwealth, which have
entered, more or less, into all Christian civilizations. I can not enter
upon a minute detail of these primary laws. Each of the tribes formed a
separate state, and had a local administration of justice, but all alike
recognized the theocracy as the supreme and organic law. To the tribe of
Levi were assigned the duties of the priesthood, and the general oversight
of education and the laws. The members of this favored tribe were thus
priests, lawyers, teachers, and popular orators--a literary aristocracy
devoted to the cultivation of the sciences. The chief magistrate of the
united tribes was not prescribed, but Moses remained the highest
magistrate until his death, when the command was given to Joshua. Both
Moses and Joshua convened the states general, presided over their
deliberations, commanded the army, and decided all appeals in civil
questions. The office of chief magistrate was elective, and was held for
life, no salary was attached to it, no revenues were appropriated to it,
no tribute was raised for it. The chief ruler had no outward badges of
authority; he did not wear a diadem; he was not surrounded with a court.
His power was great as commander of the armies and president of the
assemblies, but he did not make laws or impose taxes. He was assisted by a
body of seventy elders--a council or senate, whose decisions, however, were
submitted to the congregation, or general body of citizens, for
confirmation. These senators were elected; the office was not hereditary;
neither was a salary attached to it.
The great congregation--or assembly of the people, in which lay the
supreme power, so far as any human power could be supreme in a
theocracy,--was probably a delegated body chosen by the people in their
tribes. They were representatives of the people, acting for the general
good, without receiving instructions from their constituents. It was
impossible for the elders, or for Moses, to address two million of people.
They spoke to a select assembly. It was this assembly which made or
ratified the laws, and which the executioner carried out into execution.
The oracle of Jehovah formed an essential part of the constitution,
since it was God who ruled the nation. The oracle, in the form of a pillar
of cloud, directed the wanderings of the people in the wilderness. This
appeared amid the thunders of Sinai. This oracle decided all final
questions and difficult points of justice. It could not be interrogated by
private persons, only by the High Priest himself, clad in his pontifical
vestments, and with the sacred insignia of his office, by "urim and
thummim." Within the most sacred recesses of the tabernacle, in the Holy
of Holies, the Deity made known his will to the most sacred personage of
the nation, in order that no rash resolution of the people, or senate, or
judge might be executed. And this response, given in an audible voice, was
final and supreme, and not like the Grecian oracles, venal and mendacious.
This oracle of the Hebrew God "was a wise provision to preserve a
continual sense of the principal design of their constitution--to keep the
Hebrews from idolatry, and to the worship of the only true God as their
immediate protector; and that their security and prosperity rested upon
adhering to his counsels and commands."
The designation and institution of high priest belonged not to the
council of priests--although he was of the tribe of Levi, but to the
Senate, and received the confirmation of the people through their
deputies. "But the priests belonged to the tribe of Levi, which was set
apart to God--the king of the commonwealth." "They were thus, not merely a
sacerdotal body, appointed to the service of the altar, but also a
temporal magistracy having important civil and political functions,
especially to teach the people the laws." The high priest, as head of the
hierarchy, and supreme interpreter of the laws, had his seat in the
capital of the nation, while the priests of his tribe were scattered among
the other tribes, and were hereditary. The Hebrew priests simply
interpreted the laws; the priests of Egypt made them. Their power was
chiefly judicial. They had no means of usurpation, neither from property,
nor military command. They were simply the expositors of laws which they
did not make, which they could not change, and which they themselves were
bound to obey. The income of a Levite was about five times as great as an
ordinary man, and this, of course, was derived from the tithes. But a
greater part of the soil paid no tithes. The taxes to the leading class,
as the Levites were, can not be called ruinous when compared with what the
Egyptian priesthood received, especially when we remember that all the
expenses connected with sacrifice and worship were taken from the tithes.
The treasures which flowed into the sacerdotal treasury belonged to the
Lord, and of these the priests were trustees rather than possessors.
Such, in general terms, briefly presented, was the Hebrew
constitution framed by Moses, by the direction of God. It was eminently
republican in spirit, and the power of the people through their
representatives, was great and controlling. The rights of property were
most sacredly guarded, and crime was severely and rigidly punished. Every
citizen was eligible to the highest offices. That the people were the
source of all power is proven by their voluntary change of government,
against the advice of Samuel, against the oracle, and against the council
of elders. We look in vain to the ancient constitutions of Greece and Rome
for the wisdom we see in the Mosaic code. Under no ancient government were
men so free or the laws so just. It is not easy to say how much the
Puritans derived from the Hebrew constitution in erecting their new
empire, but in many aspects there is a striking resemblance between the
republican organization of New England and the Jewish commonwealth.
The Mosaic code was framed in the first year after the exodus, while the
Israelites were encamped near Sinai. When the Tabernacle was erected, the
camp was broken up, and the wandering in the desert recommenced. This was
continued for forty years--not as a punishment, but as a discipline, to
enable the Jews to become indoctrinated into the principles of their
constitution, and to gain strength and organization, so as more
successfully to contend with the people they were commanded to expel from
Canaan. In this wilderness they had few enemies, and some friends, and
these were wandering Arab tribes.
We can not point out all the details of the wanderings under the
leadership of Moses, guided by the pillar of fire and the cloud. After
forty years, they reached the broad valley which runs from the eastern
gulf of the Red Sea, along the foot of Mount Seir, to the valley of the
Dead Sea. Diverted from a direct entrance into Canaan by hostile Edomites,
they marched to the hilly country to the east of Jordan, inhabited by the
Amorites. In a conflict with this nation, they gained possession of their
whole territory, from Mount Hermon to the river Anton, which runs into the
Dead Sea. The hills south of this river were inhabited by pastoral
Moabites--descendants of Lot, and beyond them to the Great Desert were the
Ammonites, also descendants of Lot. That nation formed an alliance with
the Midianites, hoping to expel the invaders then encamped on the plains
of Moab. Here Moses delivered his farewell instructions, appointed his
successor, and passed away on Mount Pisgah, from which he could see the
promised land, but which he was not permitted to conquer. That task was
reserved for Joshua, but the complete conquest of the Canaanites did not
take place till the reign of David.
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Parkland Karate Association
The ultimate aim of Karate lies not in the victory or defeat, but in the perfection of the character of its participants - Gichin Funakoshi
Parkland Karate Association was establsihed in 1984 as a fundraising organization to assist the clubs in zone 4 in raising money through working bingos and continued until 2003.
The organization has evolved today to include coaching, grading's, refereeing, and technical seminars for the Shotokan system of Karate training.
Our members are also members of the Prairie Karate Association which is the provincially recognized body of Karate Canada, Canadian Olympic Association and Sport Canada.
Currently, the Parkland Karate Assocation is comprised of clubs in Esterhazy, Kamsack, Yorkton, Preeceville, Hudson Bay and an affilate club in Roblin, Manitoba which trains on a weekly basis with instructors whose bio's are listed on our site.
We provide entry level training in the traditional Karate system which was established thousands of years ago with modern methods of applications.
Our students compete in regional, provincial, national and internationally recognized events.
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Shri LR.Sailo had an early education in Shillong (Meghalaya) at Don Bosco Technical School till 1966. Graduated from St. Anthony's College, Shillong with Honours in Economics in 1971. He taught at the St. Anthony's School till 1973. Before entering Mizoram Government Service in 1973, was involved in Social Works like Roteracts, Moral Rearmament and had travelled across Europe with Mr. Rajmohan Gandhi, the grandson of Mahatma Gandhi, then Editor in Chief of Himmat Weekly. Spoke at the Universities in Lyon in France, Rotterdam in Netherlands, Oxford and Cambridge in England and to the University students in Trento Italy about Non-violence. He had worked and lived with Irish rebels in Northern Ireland at Derry and Belfast in 1971.
He had served as Director, Information and Public Relations Department, Government of Mizoram for over 20 years and also served as Press Secretary to Chief Minister for two terms during the tenure of MrLalThanhawla.
While in Government service, had attended Basic Course in Mass Communication in the Indian Institute of Mass Communication, New Delhi in 1975 and had attended several courses in the Institute like Photography for Mass Communication, Internet, etc. He had photographs published in national magazine like Dharmayug. He had also conducted courses in Photography for college students under the auspices of NSS, North Eastern Hill University. He had conducted several Professional courses in Journalism for officials and local media.
He was honoured by Public Relations Council of India at Bangalore in 2009 by admitting him into the Hall of Fame. He was accredited with the 'Fellow of the Brain Trust of ABCI' by Association of Business Communicators of India at Bombay and he was also conferred Vocational Excellence Award by Rotary Club of Aizawl in 2008.
While he was serving as Press Secretary to Chief Minister, he was invited to start the Indian Institute of Mass Communication in Mizoram. He was formally invited to be Special Officer at that time, i.e. 2011 which he had helped started in the Mizoram University Campus since August 2011. Since then the Institute has been functioning and has completed 11 batches of post Graduate Diploma in English Journalism.
Dr. C. Lalmuansangkimi is a NET (qualified four times) and Ph.D holder in Mass Communication who is working as an Assistant Professor at IIMC North East Campus, Aizawl since its inception in 2011. She has 12 years of teaching experience with IIMC.
She has industrial experiences as an empanelled producer (outside)/ Documentary Filmmaker with Doordarshan and had made several documentary films broadcasted by Doordarshan; she had served as an online translator for Press Information Bureau (PIB), Aizawl; a Consultant (IEC) under Public Health Engineering Department, Government of Mizoram and a Programme Producer at LPS (Cable Television Channel, Aizawl).
She completed Bachelor of Arts with honours in Mass Communication and Video Production from St. Anthony's College, Shillong and Master Degree in Mass Communication from Bangalore University. She cleared the UGC-NET in December 2003, December 2004, June & December 2006 and she completed PhD with Course work from Assam University in 2009. She is a recipient of UGC-Rajiv Gandhi National Fellowship for SC/ST Candidates.
Dr.Kimi has published 14 research papers in UGC CARE List/Peer-reviewed journals. Her research interest and articles mainly focus on Mizoram and the North-East. She has also contributed in edited books. She has been frequently invited as a resource person in several State, National and International level seminars/workshops/trainings.
Amy Felicia Danielle is an Academic-cum-Teaching Associate at Indian Institute of Mass Communication, North-East Regional Campus. She is also an IIMC Alumni Batch of 2016-17 from AizawlCampus, she completed her PG in Mass Communication and Journalism from Mizoram University in 2019 ranking 2nd in the class.
During IIMC Placement, she was selected to work for Press Monitor, Delhi. She completed her intern and worked part time for North-East Live, Guwahati in 2019 under the guidance of Editor-in-Chief WasbirHussain, she currently still has ties with NE Live and helps in translating and providing news. She has also completed her internship with LPS Visions Production, a local media house in 2016 under the role of junior correspondent. For completion of IIMC English Journalism course she has done her internship with All India Radio in 2017.
During her course of education through the years she has successfully made a documentary on 'Traffic in Shillong' during her under-graduate in English and Foreign Languages University, Shillong Campus in 2016. She has completed two dissertations titled 'Internet as a means of Education' (2017) and 'Representation of Minorities in Mizoram Newspaper' (2019). She also co-authored a research on 'Media and marginality in Modern Mizoram' (2021) which was published in Routledge.
She also writes and edits contents for her locality's weekly newspaper 'Tuitu' and 'NunnaEng'. She currently holds an important role in her locality where she is part of a Media and Documentation Cell for the Young Mizo Association (YMA) and Kristian Thalai Pawl (KTP). She is currently in the process of making a documentary which is scheduled to be release next year.


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Tower Bridge is a combined bascule and suspension bridge in London which crosses the River Thames. It is close to the Tower of London, from which it takes its name, and has become an iconic symbol of London.The bridge consists of two towers tied together at the upper level by means of two horizontal walkways, designed to withstand the horizontal forces exerted by the suspended sections of the bridge on the landward sides of the towers. The vertical component of the forces in the suspended sections and the vertical reactions of the two walkways are carried by the two robust towers. The bascule pivots and operating machinery are housed in the base of each tower. The bridge's present colour scheme dates from 1977, when it was painted red, white and blue for Queen Elizabeth II's silver jubilee. Originally it was painted a mid greenish-blue colour.
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You can relax, read or listen to music during your procedure. No anesthetic, no incisions and no downtime is needed. A specially designed device draws up your skin and positions it between two cooling panels.
Because fat cells freeze at a warmer temperature than surrounding tissue, this technology destroys your fat cells safely without affecting your skin.
During the weeks after your treatment, your body's natural cleansing processes gradually eliminate the destroyed fat cells. Within a few months, you'll notice that your clothes are looser and the targeted regions, such as your hips and mid-section, have become more sculpted. Studies show that fat in the targeted areas is reduced by up to 25 percent.
In Los Angeles, BOTOX® has reigned as the king of wrinkle treatments. It successfully smooths away those frown lines, crow's feet and forehead creases. Now there's an innovative new option: XEOMIN®.
Both BOTOX and XEOMIN are highly effective at reducing wrinkles such as worry lines, frown lines or crow's feet, and they are similar in how they work: They target wrinkles that result from frequent muscle contractions, disabling those muscles to minimize their movements. XEOMIN, however, is formulated to extend the benefits of your treatment. In addition, XEOMIN is less expensive.
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With the development of treatments such as BOTOX® Cosmetic and quality skin care products in Los Angeles, patients have a wide range of choices to help with facial rejuvenation. Although these treatments can provide temporary improvement, many patients have a difficult time choosing between nonsurgical facial rejuvenation and a facelift.
A consultation provides the perfect opportunity to discuss a patient's cosmetic goals and examine the extent of aging on the person's face. If you notice early signs of aging on your face, such as fine lines and minor wrinkles around the eyebrows, I would typically recommend some combination of BOTOX Cosmetic and dermal fillers. Although temporary, these treatments can create more youthful looking skin and postpone surgery.
Patients with severe wrinkles, or those who have already tried nonsurgical treatments, typically become candidates for a facelift in Los Angeles. The procedure can be easily customized to attain natural looking results. I also offer varying degrees of surgery for women and men who might not need an extensive facelift or other cosmetic surgery procedures.
Many facelift patients return to my practice for follow-up care with nonsurgical treatments. This can enhance the results of a facelift and help maintain smooth skin for a natural and youthful complexion.


Research the company - Try to find out as much information as possible. Bring this information with you to the interview so that the interviewer will know you have done your homework. Write down a list of questions you have. The interviewer will be impressed that you are prepared for the interview.
Be Early - Try to arrive at least 10-15 minutes early for the interview. Make sure you know exactly where you are going and give yourself plenty of time. You can use Google Maps to get directions. This will demonstrate to the employer your great work ethic. If there is an emergency and you are running late, make sure you call the employer directly to let them know you are running behind.
Be enthusiastic and professional - Make sure you bring a professional, clean copy of your resume to hand to the employer. Always dress in professional attire regardless of the company's dress code. Women should look nice, but not overly made up with makeup. Try not to smoke before the interview. You should act upbeat and cheerful; this could be the opportunity of a lifetime and you don't want to find that out halfway through the interview. We have years of experience in placing people in companies. Sometimes we have candidates who are apprehensive about interviewing for a certain position and then call us elated after the interview. You NEVER know which company will feel like home.
Selling yourself - Make sure you understand the employers need for this particular position and demonstrate how your skills meet those needs. It is NEVER appropriate to bring up salary and benefit information. You are there to sell yourself and get a job offer. Salary and benefit information are very important, but at this point in the interview process you have not been offered the position. Employers are weary about "what's in it for me" type of candidates. You want to show them how you can make their life easier.
Exiting the Interview - Whether or now you are interested in the position you should always be gracious and thank the employer for their time. We have had employers call us after interviews to request candidates for other positions or to ask our permission to refer them to one of their colleagues for one of their openings. If this is a position you want, then you need to ASK FOR THE JOB!! You do this at the end of the interview when the employer asks if you have any other questions. You can tell them, "I hope that I have demonstrated that I have the skills to fill this position and would really like the opportunity to continue on in the interview process; what's the next step?".
Call your recruiter ASAP - Call your recruiter immediately after the interview. If there is a doubt in the employers mind your recruiter can put it to rest. Employers generally hire people that not only are qualified but that also show interest in wanting the position. If you do not want the position, then you should let the recruiter know as a courtesy so that the recruiter can push for another candidate who does want it.
Send a thank you letter ASAP - We have found that it's not enough to have a good interview. Overall, candidates who follow up with a hand written, thank you letter generally get more offers than those who do not. We have actually had candidates lose an offer because they did not follow up with a thank you letter.


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On the day of the event, parents can help to book a free English level test* (P1-P6) or phonics assessment* (K2-P1) for your child and enjoy special offers for registering for our English courses.
Activities are held in English or in English and Cantonese. Please refer to the schedule below. All activities are free of charge and available only with advance registration on a first-come, first-served basis (walk-in registration will not be available).
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Playtime is serious business for children - it's their gateway to learning and social development. Come to these sessions and gain practical experience by doing fun activities that will encourage children to use English. We will also introduce how our Kindergarten courses can support your child in language development.
In this session, we will share fun ways to get children working on their letter sounds, letter formation, blending and segmenting. We will also introduce how our Phonics courses can help your child on pronunciation.
Many Primary students in Hong Kong find writing in English challenging. In this workshop, our teacher will provide learning tips on how you can help your child to improve their writing skills as well as how our new Primary English courses - Primary Plus - help your child in this area.
In this session, our teachers will provide tips on helping your child to improve their English skills and develop their life skills such as collaboration, critical thinking, leadership, and more. We will also introduce how our new Primary English courses - Primary Plus - help your child in these two areas.
We will explore various activities that you can do with your child at home to improve their confidence in speaking English. We will also introduce how our new Primary English courses - Primary Plus - help your child to develop their English communication skills.
*Free English level tests are only available to Primary 1 to 6 new students who have not taken our English entry test in the last six months (19 March to 18 September 2015).
This workshop is for parents only. Each parent can register for one activity only. If a parent registers for more than one activity, only the latest registration record will be valid.


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Video: Patti Smith Performs "Ain't It Strange" In Detroit.
September 19, 2013 Music, VideoAin't It Strange, news, Patti SmithMichael Goldberg
Check out Patti Smith and her band performing "Ain't It Strange" at the Majestic Theater a week and a half ago in Detroit. She's amazing. Watch her movements as the song starts, how she dances, the expression on her face.
About Michael Goldberg
Michael Goldberg is a distinguished pioneer in the online music space; Newsweek magazine called him an 'Internet visionary.' In 1994 he founded Addicted To Noise (ATN), the highly influential music web site. He was a senior vice-president and editor in chief at SonicNet from March 1997 through May 2000. In 1997, Addicted To Noise won Webby awards for best music site in 1998 and 1999, and also won Yahoo Internet Life! awards for three years running as best music site in 1998, 1999 and 2000. Prior to starting Addicted To Noise, Goldberg was an editor and senior writer at Rolling Stone magazine for 10 years. His writing has also appeared in Wired, Esquire, Vibe, Details, Downbeat, NME and numerous other publications. Michael has had three novels published that comprise the "Freak Scene Dream trilogy": "True Love Scars," "The Flowers Lied" and "Untitled" which can be ordered here. His new book, "Wicked Game: The True Story of Guitarist James Calvin Wilsey," can be pre-ordered from HoZac Books. In November Backbeat Books will publish "Addicted To Noise: The Music Writings of Michael Goldberg," which can be be pre-ordered here. View all posts by Michael Goldberg →
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