Consider this course a brief immersion in the art of the poem. In a supportive and dynamic creative community, students will begin to explore their own material, writing poem drafts in response to weekly prompts. With a focus on process and how to cultivate the thinking and writing habits conducive to a sustained poetry practice, we will read work that ranges from the spiritual intensity of Gerard Manley Hopkins to the "magnificent dream" of Anne Waldman to the meditations of Robert Hass. Prompts will explore the pleasures of language, encourage students to play with content and form, and expand our sense of the possibilities of poetry. Mary Oliver's A Poetry Handbook will serve as our primary text, supplemented by individual poems on the Poetry Foundation website. Through both video and written lectures, responses to individual exercises, and live online interactions, students will receive meaningful praise, critique, and impetus for revision. Students can expect to complete the course with a sense of their own area of primary interest, at least seven original poem drafts, and a clear plan for continuing to build an exciting, long-term, poetry-writing practice.
Caroline Goodwin's poems and essays have been published in the New Republic, Junction Box, Puerto del Sol, PRISM international, and elsewhere. She is the author of the poetry collections Text Me, Ishmael; Trapline; Peregrine; and The Paper Tree. From 2014 to 2016, she served as San Mateo County's first Poet Laureate. She received an MFA from the University of British Columbia.


Wandering around Berea, where the resident NFL team has practiced epic losing, wondering and worrying about the 4-44 Browns of 2015-17 comes as easily as a September breeze.
At some point, though, one wanders into the rock-jawed man who has taken over the main controls, re-inventing everything but himself.
With the bearing of a bare-knuckles brawler, Dorsey defies the inevitable haggard weariness, seeming to both understand and relish the fact he is about to get hit.
"Have at it," his manner suggests, stick out his jaw. "I'm hitting back."
He has taken quite a few swings already.
At quarterback, the 0-16 Browns of 2017 banked on a 21-year-old rookie who had beaten out a second-year pro with an 0-8 career record and a youngster cut by Dorsey's previous team. Weigh DeShone Kizer, Cody Kessler and Kevin Hogan against Dorsey's 2018 QB collection: An eighth-year pro with a 22-20 career record playing ahead of a rookie No. 1 overall pick being tutored by a disarmingly mature 12th-year pro.
Tyrod Taylor, Baker Mayfield, Drew Stanton? Not a bad first punch.
Yet, the Browns have been punching bags for so long. They are easy targets. Sports Illustrated ranks all 32 quarterback groups, assigning the Browns No. 31.
Offensive Coordinator Todd Haley isn't blown away by the 29-year-old Taylor, but he much appreciates his approach.
Dorsey recruited at least one interesting veteran at every position group, vastly improving the experience over a 2017 group whose collective reading level was between kindergarten and second grade.
At running back, Carlos Hyde is a fifth-year pro who understands Ohio and has looked good enough to inspire confidence Dorsey the scout has a clue what he's looking at.
Dorsey hasn't kept much from recent Browns teams, but he retained Duke Johnson. Haley's use of both Hyde and Johnson against Buffalo was an opening series of a practice game. It also was a thing of beauty.
The mix of running backs (Hyde, Johnson, rookie Nick Chubb) is as interesting in its way as the mix of QBs is in its way.
Saunter over to the wideout room. Dorsey's veteran, Jarvis Landry, is the antithesis of Dwayne Bowe and Kenny Britt. Landry has the youth (turned 26 in November), production record (100 catches a year across four seasons) and engaged manner of a profound upgrade, one whose impact could cause as much as coincide with a return to relevance for Josh Gordon.
Landry, Gordon and rookie Antonio Callaway ... another interesting new group of three.
Move along to the tight ends. Darren Fells was playing pro basketball in Finland, Argentina and other points for so long that he entered pro football quite late, leaving him, at age 32, with fresh legs. He might be an ideal offset to freakishly talented 22-year-old David Njoku.
On the offensive line, the new veteran is right tackle Chris Hubbard. He was an injury replacement with the Steelers but has a right tackle job all to himself now. One can imagine Big John in his white Browns sweatshirt sidling up to Hubbard and saying, "Those people didn't like you as much as I do."
So much comes down to Dorsey's view of the world, the infusion of veterans, the rejection of Sashi Brown's youth movement in favor of his own projects.
Spencer Drango played left tackle most of last season. Shon Coleman, the 2017 right tackle, got a long test drive at left tackle. Dorsey kept neither. He has handed undrafted rookie left tackle Desmond Harrison to the coaches and said, "You need to do something with THIS guy."
A lot rides on an O-line that hits the Pittsburgh game promising but unsettled.
On defense, anyone would bank on 2017 No. 1 overall pick Myles Garrett coming into his own. Dorsey imagined pairing Garrett's pass-rush skills with rookie Bradley Chubb or veteran Khalil Mack.
He could have had Nick Chubb's cousin high in the draft but preferred cornerback Denzel Ward. He had the resources to trade for and pay Mack but didn't spend them. He'll wonder about holding those punches. He added experience to the D-line rotation in free agency (fifth-year pro Chris Smith, an ex-Bengal) and the waiver wire (fourth-year pro Carl Davis, an ex-Raven).
Perhaps it was just as well Dorsey swung and missed with veteran linebacker Mychal Kendricks. Rookie Genard Avery has the makings of a draft steal, and he'll be around for years.
Dorsey kept intact the starting linebacker corps of Joe Schobert, Jamie Collins and Christian Kirksey. This made sense to one of the Eagles' better players.
"They should be good on defense," center Jason Kelce said after facing the Browns recently. "They have good players, especially that linebacking corps, and their coaches put them in good situations."
At safety, Dorsey dipped into his Packers background and traded Kizer for former first-round pick Damarious Randall. Randall is supposed to fill a role enabling 2017 Round 1 pick Jabrill Peppers to move way past his funky rookie year.
Dorsey sprayed experience all around the secondary, importing fifth-year pro Terrance Mitchell from the Chiefs, fifth-year pro T.J. Carrie from the Raiders, and fifth-year pro E.J. Gaines from the Bills.
Mitchell is a leader, an example of what the 2017 Browns were lacking.
"He walked in and he grabbed ahold," Defensive Coordinator Gregg Williams said.
Williams sees Dorsey's machinations working on his side of the ball.
"There is an awareness of scheme," Williams said. "More importantly, there is an awareness of each other. The communication is really good. They are surrounding the football.
"It is not just starting from ground zero the way it was when we came in here last year."
The new GM has been the straw stirring the drink.
"John and those guys have done a good job," Williams said. "This may be a year when a few guys don't make our team but make other teams."
That sounded like an ode to Carl Nassib.
Talk about a knockout punch. Thirty-one players acquired since Dorsey took over are on the 53-man roster for the Pittsburgh game.
Now we find out if hope is a figment of the imagination or a fist destined to win some fights.


Smart Campus has produced a service infrastructure based on two streams to establish a Living Lab. The social stream has experimented with principles and techniques of interaction and participatory design leading to participatory development of services by volunteers in the community. The technical stream is grounded on open data and service oriented architectures, in order to make it as simple as possible for users to become the creators of their own services. These two streams were designed and developed in parallel, with several phases of analysis, interpretation and iteration, that met in a process of community building around the design of several apps used by the students and the citizens of Trento.


I made it back to Norwich completing my Bike around Britain tour yesterday, post 86 days on the road, and covering around 5,451 miles. Great feeling to have made it ahead of schedule and in one piece, and great to see friends and family again. Now to catch up on my blog, and plan my next adventure. Oh, and I'd better go back to work next week!
After a late night at the Whistlefield Inn I was a bit bleary first thing on Tuesday morning. I was still up relatively early, and after swatting a few midges that had made it through my tent airlock system into my inner sanctum, I got up, and had a swift breakfast. It had to be swift as there were still midges swarming about, leaving me feeling pretty itchy. Apparently they've taken the chemical that repels midges out of the Avon Skin So Soft product I'd been using as a repellent, which explains why it hadn't been working very well. In fact it had probably just been making my skin nice and tender! I'd need to find an alternative if the midges were going to continue. It seems a bit short-sighted of Avon to remove the midge repelling bit of lotion, as it's on the shelf throughout Scotland not for its moisturising qualities, but for its ability to keep the little blighters at bay. I imagine their sales will reduce massively as a result, so sell any shares you have in the company now!
Post a bit of wheel straightening, which was a bit tricky whilst being attacked by midges who insisted on trying to crawl up my nose, I packed up and was on the road just after 09.00, foregoing a coffee at the Inn as I had a long day's ride ahead of me, and I might have just ended up staying!
I pedalled slowly alongside Loch Eck for a bit, letting my legs warm up as the sun came out, through the Argyll Forest Park which is really worth a visit. It's a brilliant landscape with lots to see and do, although you have to watch out for the midges. I was somewhat sad to leave it behind, this being my last day in the Highlands, having seen some superb places and met some fantastic people.
At Strachur I turned left onto the A815 and rode up to Ardno, where I turned onto the B839 to make my way through the mountains. It was a great but challenging ride over to 'Rest and be thankful', the apex of the old drover's pass, that was named by soldiers making there way along the military road. A lot of military roads were built in the area, to help with quashing any anti-government sentiment or rebellion.
I was slightly jealous of a fellow cyclist who passed me without panniers, seen in the above photo whizzing off in front of me.
On my ride across to 'Rest and be thankful' I stopped by one of the fast flowing and clear mountain streams for a break, and decided it was time for a wash to rid myself of some grime, and to cool off a bit.
This was another tick on my list of things to do, and the water tasted wonderful. I really wasn't worried about it having anything nasty in it up here, and felt thoroughly refreshed after the rigorous climb, even though I was about to get very sweaty again with the next ascent.
I stopped for a break at 'Rest and be thankful', as it seemed appropriate and timely, from where you have a great view down Glen Croe and towards The Cobbler.
Bidding farewell to the Highlands for now (in the words of Arny – 'I'll be back'), I had a long and speedy descent down to Arrochar, which went on for ages and was thoroughly enjoyable despite the traffic. I stopped in Arrochar about 11.30 and had second breakfast at a local cafe, consisting of a very large and tasty fry-up with black pudding, eggs, bacon, beans, Lorne sausage, potato pancakes, and toast. It was nearly a case of my eyes being larger than my stomach, but I managed it all, and left feeling rather full but with plenty of energy to get me to Glasgow.
I pedalled down the A814 alongside Loch Long, passing several naval bases and MOD areas, shut off from the public by some fierce looking razor wire fences; think they are submarine bases. There were lots of other cyclists out on expensive looking road bikes, and a few tourers heading the other way into the Highlands with whom waves were exchanged. I briefly considered riding from Glasgow over to Edinburgh and starting the Scottish circuit again, being slightly envious of those just setting off.
Following a steep climb I made it to Garelochhead, and decided against pedalling down to Rosneath, it being a bit of a dead end, and needing to get on to Glasgow. Getting my head down and consuming a lot of water due to the heat, I rode down to Helensburgh alongside Gare Loch, past lots of military accommodation by the looks of it, and on to Dumbarton with the Firth of Clyde on my right. It was a nice and easy ride, the road being flat and with no wind to speak of. I stopped in Dumbarton to refill my water bottles and grabbed a cold lemonade for my parched throat – really hit the spot after the hot Highland pedalling.
I had to join the A82 for a bit up to the Erskine Bridge, which was a slightly alarming experience after being on quiet roads for so long. It's a dual carriageway and had lots of heavy traffic on it, including logging lorries which have a tendency to shed bits of bark as they hurtle along. I pedalled over the Erskine Bridge, having decided to go that way in case I decided to skip Glasgow and head west to Greenoch; I sometimes don't make my mind up on what route I'm going to take until literally the last moment.
In the end I did head across to Glasgow, getting a bit turned around in Erskine before picking up the right road, and trying desperately not to get funnelled on to any motorways, which road signs kept pointing me at – the M8 and M898. Via a slightly convoluted route, and with assistance from a few other cyclists with directions, I rode down through Renfrew and along the A8 to Glasgow itself, crossing over the pedestrian/cycle bridge.
I had a quick cycle around the centre of Glasgow, which wasn't actually very quick due to all the buses, cars and traffic lights. I found the Cycle Scotland office but it was closed, it being 17.45, so I thought I'd pay them a visit tomorrow morning instead, having been following their tweets. Cycling seems to be very popular in Glasgow, and on the up in Scotland in general, which lots of promo activity going on to get more people pedalling which is great.
Unfortunately my plans were thwarted by Bruce Springsteen who'd arrived in Glasgow for a concert, meaning the Euro Hostel, as well as all other hostels and hotels were fully booked. Just bad timing on my part as it's usually easy to get a room or bunk for the night, but a bit selfish of Mr Springsteen I thought.
After a quick think I decided I really didn't want to pedal all the way out to Greenock that evening, so I turned to my mobile and Google for help. I found a campsite not far away in Stepps, just East of Glasgow, which would do just fine. I rode there via a slightly bendy route again, but successful avoiding more motorways. I passed through some slightly dubious areas with gangs of teenagers hanging around drinking and smoking, looking at me with an air of speculation, and past one fight outside a pub.
I got a bit lost around the Red Road housing estate, which has some enormous high rise blocks that are in the process of being demolished. I was getting slightly concerned that several older and tougher looking kids were starting to follow me on bikes, but was heartened when a younger lad showed me the right road, realising I was a lost after I'd been staring at the map on my phone for a bit – perhaps not the wisest move in that neighbourhood but I might being doing it a disservice. I followed his directions, seeing him again on the other side of the tower blocks which he'd obviously snuck through, ignoring the 'danger' and 'no entry' signs as you do as a kid. The demolition site must be a paradise of a kids playground for the youth in the area! He gave me the thumbs up as I rode off to Stepps, getting there about 19.00 after stopping at a Co-op to get some dinner.
It was a relief to make it to the campsite, after a long 83 mile day which had begun in the mountains. The site had plenty of room for my little tent, and I pitched up and got some dinner on. I really like it when campsites have a picnic table I can use, both for cooking and writing on. It was a lovely evening with clear skies, but got a bit chilly so I headed for a warm shower to wash away the day's grime. It wasn't as nice as my mountain stream bathroom but was definitely warmer.
The campsite was a bit pricey at £14.00. There seems to be such a variation in cost, with prices ranging from £5.00 all the way up to £20.00, with no real difference in facilities. Some of the cheaper campsites often seem to to be better. I was going to have to be careful with more campsites getting booked up now, as I wouldn't have as many wild camping opportunities; it's not legal in England and Wales, although you can get away with it if you're respectful and responsible.
I went to bed mulling over my time in Scotland, which would be coming to an end soon. I was sad to be leaving it and will have to plan a return trip to the West Coast to revisit a few places more thoroughly, and do some hiking and kayaking. I want to get to a few more of the isles and places like Fingal's Cave – I wonder if you can get a sea plane there, as one of my Dad's friends in the RAF once did. I think I could quite happily live up here, if I could find a job that worked out, and could put up with the midges, and sheep!
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This mission pack has been updated because in the second "omni base" map (the one where Blue, Yellow, and Cyan start with just dominions), if Red (Side 2) was not defeated once the countdown timer had elapsed, Red would not win, and Blue (Side 1), Yellow (Side 3), and Cyan (Side 4) would not lose; in essence, the game would continue, even though it should have finalized. This was because the End Mission trigger for Sides 1, 3, and 4 was set to lose after twice the countdown timer time. I have modified it so that when the countdown timer reaches exactly 0, Sides 1, 3, and 4 lose, and Side 2 wins.
Additionally, I have removed the first "omni base" map (the one where Blue, Yellow, and Cyan start with a base) because of its lack of End Mission triggers. However, that mission is attached below as a .ld.
Please notify me of any problems you encounter with this map or other maps.


In the waning days of World War II, a duck named Gertie built a nest in downtown Milwaukee and became a national sensation.
A popular bike path was once the route of one of the world's fastest steam-powered passenger trains.
The last days of the Schlitz brewing empire in Milwaukee.
Women employed in a World War I munitions factory worked in their bloomers because the machinery made long dresses hazardous.
Today's Estabrook Park was once a massive quarry and the home of the world's largest producer of natural cement.
A nearly forgotten Milwaukee River park was a popular beer garden.
One-hundred years ago, excursion steamboats ran on the upper Milwaukee River.
For decades the rickety-looking Wells Street viaduct provided a thrilling ride for trolley passengers.
In 1859, Abraham Lincoln's visit to Milwaukee included fiery rhetoric – and an encounter with a sideshow strongman.
The story of the lost canal under a busy city street.
From beer barons to chocolate makers, from a courthouse statue locals said resembled a drunken dancing girl to an ice cream run that led to the founding of Evinrude outboard engines, Lost Milwaukee is a fascinating glimpse into the city's past. Click here for more information on this new book!
Carl, Congratulations on the new book. I hope to get my hands on a copy soon!
Congratulations Carl. Have always enjoyed your posts and look forward to reading the collection.


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Wall Street liberals
Why, conservatives sometimes ask, were the 1980s reviled as the "decade of greed" when the 1990s get off scot-free, notwithstanding the obvious excesses of the "New Economy"? To many, the answer is obvious: because Ronald Reagan was in the saddle in the 1980s and Bill Clinton has been president in the 1990s. The very people who railed against the "decade of greed" are Bill Clinton's staunchest defenders; ergo, no problem. In fact, there are a number of left-wing Democrats, especially those around the lively American Prospect magazine, who are unhappy with Bill Clinton on "decade of greed" grounds. They think he has sold out the party's traditional mission as guardian of the interests of the poor and dispossessed in favor of an unholy alliance with Wall Street.
Then there are those, such as Daniel Gross, author of "Bull Run: Wall Street, the Democrats, and the New Politics of Personal Finance" (Public Affairs), who see in the Democratic Party's new infatuation with Wall Street a bold new era in the "democratization of money."
What's the difference between the 1980s "decade of greed" and the 1990s? The difference is that more people own stocks now.
Mr. Gross writes that "by 1996, being a responsible Democrat, and one interested in prosperity and opportunity for people at all levels in society, meant being concerned about the fate of the stock and bond markets. After all, between 1992 and 1996 alone, the number of households with mutual funds rose 42.6 percent, from 25.8 million to 36.8 million. In 1996, the Investment Company Institute estimated that 63 million Americans owned mutual fund shares." Contrast this with the bad old 1980s: "It was easy to be critical of Wall Street back then because it was not representative of what politicians like to call the 'real America.' In the 1980s, stock investing was still restricted to a small minority of the population." Concern about the stock market then was elitist and selfish. Now, however, a true party of the people has to make it top priority to protect the portfolios of American workers and peasants.
Mr. Gross notes the thundering denunciation of "moneyed interests" in the speeches of William Jennings Bryan a century ago, "a dogma to which the Democratic party held firm for nearly 100 years. By contrast, one of Mr. Clinton's most enduring legacies may be his party's accommodation to those same interests. Of course, the moneyed interests of the 1990s – the mass of individual investors – are far less sinister than their counterparts were in the age of the robber barons; it's easier to sympathize with a taxi driver than with John D. Rockefeller."
Not, to be sure, that legitimate concern for wealth stops at the level possessed by your average taxi driver: "In an odd time-delayed reaction, the Democratic Party became yuppified in the 1990s, a decade later than the rest of the country. It's more hip to be a Democrat if you're loaded than it was in the 1980s. And it's more hip to be loaded if you're a Democrat."
Conservatives are going to find Mr. Gross' analysis somewhat flabbergasting, I imagine. And in truth, much of the effort to distinguish the (good) 1990s from the (bad) 1980s is rather thin. Mr. Gross contrasts the dot-com eagerness to go public (good) with the leveraged buyout mania for taking companies private (bad). It strikes me that the range of human emotion in both cases, from the desire to create, to ambition, to greed, are exactly the same.
But Mr. Gross is onto two key points that need to be taken seriously. First is this fact about the vastly greater numbers of people who have a direct stake in the markets. Second is the Democrats' new solicitude toward them. The latter is nonunanimous, incomplete, reluctant in many cases, and far from a permanently settled matter within the party. But it is real.
Democrats made serious inroads in the 1998 elections with voters in upper-income brackets. A lot of people, from dot-com zillionaires to taxi drivers with burgeoning 401(k)s, got richer on Bill Clinton's watch and give him some credit for it. It's not clear that Republicans will ever again more or less automatically command the allegiance of the better-off.
But let us disentangle Republican fortunes from conservative fortunes. We now have a debate in this country whose left pole – repeat, left pole – holds that we have to protect the interests of investors because there are now so many of them. If that's where the left pole is, where can the right pole be?
There is a certain maddening quality to "Bull Run." It's rather like having one's party crashed, then being thrown out of it by the party-crashers and denounced for providing the beer and pretzels in the first place. But this quality also provides some inadvertent pleasures. Mr. Gross offers a little vignette of the White House signing ceremony for the 1997 balanced budget legislation: "Had Ronald Reagan witnessed this event, he would have been understandably confused: a Democratic president signing into law a measure that included a capital-gains tax cut as Democratic congressional leaders looked on approvingly? For the previous decade and a half, capital gains had been that rare wedge issue that cut against the Republicans."
No. Had Ronald Reagan witnessed the event, he would have been smiling.

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Suspect(s) break into Freeman parent's car after shooting
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The Spokane County Sheriff's Office is asking for your help identifying the suspect or suspects who prowled a Freeman High School parent's car parked on Highway 27 while they were trying to contact their children after Wednesday's shooting.
Some parents parked their cars along Highway 27 and ran toward the school, some more than a mile, toward Freeman to find their children after the shooting.
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Sometime between 10:30 a.m. and noon, the suspect(s) entered a vehicle parked along Hwy. 27 and stole a purse hastily left behind by a worried parent. Since the purse was stolen, the suspect(s) have fraudulently cashed checks and used stolen credit cards of the victim's exceeding $36,000.
RELATED: How you can help following the tragic shooting at Freeman High School
Detective Dean Meyer is asking for your assistance in identifying the suspect in these photos. Property crimes themselves are typically hard for victims to deal with, especially when identity theft and fraud are involved, but the fact these criminals took advantage of such a tragic situation is particularly heinous.
RELATED: Online fundraiser set up for student killed in Freeman shooting
Anyone with information regarding this theft or can help identify these suspect(s), please call Detective Dean Meyer at (509) 477-3159 reference #10123636.
(story: KHQ.com; photos: Spokane County Sheriff's Office)


The City Council narrowly approved a controversial bond-funded plan Wednesday that would put nearly $1.8 million toward small-scale capital projects.
"We're all taxpayers and wish the city could meet its obligations without going into debt," said Councilman Barry Peters. "Projects like the famous bathroom are now virtually done and we have to pay for it," he said, noting that the long delayed Waterfront Park restroom is, after almost eight years, finally set for completion in the coming months.
Road repairs, bicycle lanes and city dock upgrades were also included in the bond-funded plan.
While using bonds to fund capital projects is common, critics argued that most of the plan's elements were for small items that could have been paid for out of the general fund or deferred to a later time when the city wasn't facing a $2.5 million revenue shortfall.


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b. 10/06/1891 Alton, Ontario, Canada. d. 11/10/1918 Cambrai, France.
Wallace Lloyd Algie (1891-1918) was born on 10th June 1891 at Alton, Ontario, the son of Dr. James and Rachel Algie (nee Jago) who resided at 1155, King St., Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Wallace was brought up by his parents in the Presbyterian faith. His father originally came from Ayr, Ontario, whilst his mother originated from Lanteglos, Cornwall, England. He graduated from the Royal Military College of Canada. On enlistment in 1916, he listed his civilan employment as a banker.
His former military service prior to April 1916 was 2 months in The Queen's Own Rifles of Canada and 4 months in the 40th Regiment (Lieutenant). On 19th April 1916, Wallace signed an Officers' Declaration Paper to serve in the Canadian Over-seas Expeditionary Force.
For most conspicuous bravery and self-sacrifice on the 11th October, 1918, north-east of Cambrai, when with attacking troops which came under heavy enfilade machine-gun fire from a neighbouring village. Rushing forward with nine volunteers, he shot the crew of an enemy machine gun, and, turning it on the enemy, enabled his party to reach the village. He then rushed another machine gun, killed the crew. captured an officer and 10 enemy, and thereby cleared the end of the village. Lt. Algie, having established his party, went back for reinforcements, but was killed when leading them forward. His valour and personal initiative in the face of intense fire saved many lives and enabled the position to be held.
In telling of this attack, Colonel Rourke, the C. O. of the 20th, who is also a South African veteran, said: "It was the nerviest thing I have ever seen." In his words Lieut. Algie was "the man in front" at Cambria. His batman, Pte. Saunders, to whom he was deeply attached, was killed almost at the same instant as himself. Lieut. Algie's last spoken words to his men were, "Carry On."
Algie was buried in Niagara Cemetery, Iwuy, near Cambrai, France with full military honours. His VC was sold at auction at Glendinning's, London in 1995 to Michael Ashcroft, and is displayed on rotation in the Ashcroft Gallery, Imperial War Museum, London.
BURIAL PLACE: NIAGARA CEMETERY, IWUY, FRANCE.
Wallace Lloyd Algie VC
Wallace Lloyd Algie's VC medal on display at the Lord Ashcroft Gallery, Imperial War Museum, London. (Aug 2014 - NOT MY IMAGE)
Cemetery Plan courtesy of Kevin Brazier ROW C GRAVE 7


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Patrol: 752 Crashes, 783 Spin-Outs, 31 Jack-Knifed Semi-Trucks From Weekend Wintry WeatherAccording to the Minnesota State Patrol, 77 people were injured on the roads.
Volunteers Made 91 Sweet Potato Pies In Honor Of Martin Luther King Jr. HolidayDozens of volunteers baked sweet potato pies in a Twin Cities kitchen ahead of Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday.
Aaron Rodgers Comes Up Short Of Super Bowl Appearance AgainAaron Rodgers' latest failure in the NFC championship game kept him out of the Super Bowl once again, the Packers' season ending just short with an another forgettable playoff loss to the San Francisco 49ers, 37-20 on Sunday.
2 U Of M Wrestlers Remain Jailed On Suspicion Of Criminal Sexual Misconduct
By John Lauritsen June 17, 2019 at 8:22 pm
Filed Under:Criminal Sexual Misconduct, Gophers Wrestling, John Lauritsen, Local TV, University Of Minnesota
MINNEAPOLIS (WCCO) – Two University of Minnesota wrestlers remain in the Hennepin County Jail Monday night as police investigate criminal sexual misconduct allegations against them.
One of the wrestlers is a 19-year-old sophomore and the other is a 21-year-old junior.
Because they have not been charged, WCCO is not naming them at this time.
A public information report says the alleged assault occurred between 1:19 and 3:10 early Saturday morning in Minneapolis. According to the report, the woman later told her friends what happened and one of them called 911 from his home in St. Paul.
Just before 9:30 p.m. Saturday, Minneapolis police took one of the men into custody. The other was arrested just before midnight.
"My client is absolutely adamant that he didn't do anything wrong, and he's cooperated with the police and he's given a statement because he believes that's true," said attorney Christa Groshek, who is representing the 19-year-old wrestler.
The Hennepin County Attorney's Office has until noon Tuesday to file charges against the two men and Groshek doesn't believe her client will be released from custody before then.
"And it's shocking that he's in custody and he's had a difficult time," Groshek said. "They could choose to charge tomorrow. They could choose to decline. They could choose to put that decision off for a period of time. We just don't know."
As part of the alleged assault, Groshek's client is being accused of "penetrating with an object."
"I would caution anybody from making any conclusions about what this means – penetrate with an object," Groshek said. "I don't think this label gives us really any information about what the allegations are about and what the investigation entails."
The 21-year-old wrestler also remains in custody.
The Hennepin County Attorney's Office says they will go over the details of the case very thoroughly before they decide whether to charge the men with a crime.
John Lauritsen
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Q: Is the space of polynomial isometric to $\mathbb R^n$? Consider the space of polynomials of degree $n-1$ defined on $[0,1]$ with $\| p(x)\| = \max_{x\in[0,1]}\vert p(x) \vert$. Is it isometric to $\mathbb R^n$? Is it possible to find a bijective isometry?

A: I think you meant polynomial of degree at most $n-1.$ And, I also feel, you meant absolute maximum, to be your norm.
Can of find extreme points of the unit ball of $\mathbb{R}^n$ and the space you mentioned. Note that number of extreme points is "something" preserved under isometric isomorphism.

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Raw Comedy Quest Semi-Final Heat 1
Ah, the Raw Comedy Quest. The epitome of future champagne-swilling, nonchalant hand gestured "Well I saw them when" experiences. Raw is like the gift-giving celebration of comedy, each performer a new and exciting present to unwrap, making discoveries, reacting with the unbidden enthusiasm of a six-year-old on those hallowed occasions. Sometimes you get that toy that looked cool in the ad, sometimes you get something you're not quite sure of but it seems interesting. Yes, sometimes you get socks, and weird ones with cats on them at that, but sometimes you get exactly what you wanted. That present that builds a bubble of delight inside you and makes you giddy with happiness. I got all of these at Raw.
Li'i Alaimoana is the MC for the night and he is the present that I would request every year because it's continuously and enriches my life. Alaimoana's comedy is like that, consistently brilliant and comforting. It is worth mentioning that Alaimonana is a well-deserved Billy T Award nominee this year and his solid performance reiterates his comedic prowess. He stands on the stage and we begin the night with Alaimoana's fabulous off-the-cuff crowd work. Although not blessed with a fluidly responsive audience, Alaimoana uses the fits and starts of conversation with ease, ribbing us for our lack of communication, allowing the warm-up of the crowd to be induced in a laissez faire attitude. Alaimoana's confidence on the stage relaxes us by proximity and the laughter comes easily and heartily. Alaimoana slips into his stand-up material using clever segues from the crowd-work and his conversational tone allows us to relax ever more comfortably into the comedy vibe. I am eager and waiting to see our first performer and see what other presents I might get.
Esther White comes on and announces she is going to recite a Dear Prudence letter. I wiggle in anticipation, and settle in for something I'm sure will be weird and wonderful. In my world of comedy presents, though, this one is from my aunty who asked what I would like but still unfailingly gave me handkerchiefs. White's format had so much promise! It's not that I don't like White's material, it's just that it is the Saturday afternoon sitcom version of something that could have been Steven Moffat-esque. White angles toward being awkward, but needs to go deeper, further. I just want more and I believe White has the capacity to do that.
Next up is Aku Dalmia. His comedy presence can be likened to the hilariously dirty gag-gifts my teenaged brother would give me. His material delves in sexual territory with a refreshingly positive attitude, cheeky grins spreading across not only the face of Aku, but of those of us in the audience too. I love his infectiously cheerful stage presence and his anecdotal messages of parental guided sex education. His examples of cluelessness are endearing and kept us laughing throughout his set.
Compared to Dalmia, Anish Deogaonkar's style reminded me of my older "jock" cousin who never brought a present because he figured his presence alone was enough. His cleverly spins his arrogant nature into a comedic malaise, and I found myself giggling as he expressed circumstances of misfortune his superiority complex affords him, although sometimes this comes off as alienating. Disingenously boasting rather than ingratiatingly funny.
After Anish, the bubbly and bright Janaye Henry bounces onto the stage. She is the sparkly, fur-trimmed trinkets I get because everyone deserves something to brighten up their room. Henry's comedy is fun and full of hilarious pop-culture references, and she takes the time to occasionally delve into the murky depths of social commentary. She landed these jokes perfectly, and I would love to see an entire set that bases itself on this premise. Henry's stage presence is so joyously affecting that juxtaposing with the heavier ethnographical throughlines worked incredibly well. She is so funny and engaging with a wilful freedom that made the small stage seem bigger than it actually was, her set going by so quickly and I knew Henry had made an impact.
Isaac Rajan took the stage next. I immediately noticed the punctuated directness of his diction, which sure made every joke come across clearly. He knows how to land his lines with precision so we are laughing in all the right places. Just like the gift my grandmother gives me, along with all of her other grandchildren the exact same, but thoughtful gift, Rajan delivered his material in such a way, that while I was not surprised at any time, I sat, completely immersed in his set.
Intermission comes and goes and my wine is topped up, ready for gulping appreciation at the next barrage of talent. Opening this half is Oliver Scripps. Scripps is laid-back on stage. He is that friend that gifts beer on a hot summer day and titillates you with hilarious yarns about life. His style is friendly and open, laughing at his jokes as we laugh with him. Scripps' affable, easy nature makes his set feel breezy and light, and the audience enjoyed every bit of it.
Ah, now for Frankie Vallis. Like a best friend who knows exactly the right present every time, she graced the stage luminously. Her material making me laugh in such a multitude of different ways. Vallis has me giggle, chortle, snort, and at one point I elicit a rather alarming nasal braying after being startled by one of Vallis' supremely brilliant joke turnabouts. Vallis' set was scrupulously structured, but in a way that felt natural and unrehearsed while remaining polished and clear. Vallis' callbacks are incredible. She sets us up with a short joke and then diverges into another story unconnected to the previous joke. She then seemingly meanders for a while before making a whipcrack callback joke. I find Vallis surprising, innovative and above all riotously funny.
Our next comedian, Ashleigh Hume, had a Jimmy Carr one-liner-pun quality to her performance. Unfortunately, like my dear grandad giving me a Happy Anniversary card for my birthday, they don't quite hit the mark. With more confidence in her delivery, I would like to see her perform again in future.
Our last comic is Maor Ben-Shahar. Bursting with wit and an edgy intellectualism, Ben-Shahar uses poignant yet jaunty wordplay to banter with us about an array of social issues, particularly the relevance of tertiary education and immigration. Like an exchange student that gives you a differing perspective on the ways we all celebrate religious holidays, Ben-Shahar's clipped and precise accent made me think as well as enjoy myself.
The conclusion of the competitors came with a short deliberation from the judges and we happily commended the finalists: Janaye Henry, Isaac Rajan, Oliver Scripps and Frankie Vallis, for making it to the next round.
Heat 2 of the Raw Comedy Quest semi-finals will be held at San Fran Thursday April 20th at 8pm.


On the off chance that your PC fans as often as possible hit top speeds, it's an indication that your CPU usage is achieving 100%. High CPU use can be indicative of a few distinct issues, as if a program is gobbling up your whole processor or of a virus or adware infection.
Indeed, even subsequent updating to windows 10 a ton of clients have discovered that once they begin their PCs, system processes, for example, svchost.exe, are taking up a ton of RAM and CPU space, once in a while notwithstanding achieving 100%.
Normally, this will lessen the execution of your PC, and thus, clients need to figure out how to dispense with this issue. Here in this article, I am will talk about some most conceivable solution for this issue may fix High Disk Usage And High CPU Usage Problem.
In the event that your Windows PC runs slow without an undeniable reason, ensure that your PC is spotless from viruses, or other malware that can influence its performance.
Open the antivirus application that you have installed on your windows PC and perform out a total scan to discover virus or adware infection.
You can disable some pointless startup programs to make your PC run quicker.
Press the Windows + R at the same time, then type msconfig and press enter on the keyboard.
The Task manager window pops up, now click on the Startup tab and you will see a list of programs that run at startup.
Just right click on the applications that you don't want to run at startup and select Disable.
Once done Restart your computer.
Press Windows + R to launch the Run dialog box and type eventvwr and press Enter.
Now in the event Viewer window, click to expand sub-items in Windows Logs section.
Then right click on the Application and then select Clear Log.
You can also clean up Security, Setup, and System log by performing the same operation.
When you adjust your PC for the best performance, it delivers high performance to you by ensuring that no unnecessary files are compromising your CPU and RAM and that each process in the computer is running smoothly.
On the start screen of Windows 10, click on the Desktop icon and right click on Computer icon and select Properties".
Select Advanced System settings to go to the System properties windows and Select Settings, Adjust for best performance and Apply.


Are feds flubbing a program to take endocrine disruptors seriously?
Endocrine disruptors are chemicals or man-made toxins which, when absorbed, have been shown to mimic the action of hormones. They can turn on, turn off, or change normal signals. They can alter normal hormone levels, trigger excessive action, or completely block a natural response. Any other bodily function controlled by hormones can also be affected.
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COMMENTS: Oskar's Matchboxes is one of my favorite puzzles, and as soon as I saw that Olexandre had expanded on that concept I was eager to make the Matchbox Play Six. With three sets of mirrored pieces, there are several symmetrical solutions and even a couple non- symmetrical solutions. This puzzle is a lot of fun to play with and is a bit easier to solve than the five piece version by Deventer. It displays beautifully and is one you can hand to a trusted guest to experience the feel of a high end puzzle without the frustration of an extraordinarily high level burr.
The construction of this puzzle is robust and detailed. Detailed and intricate shoulder joinery on the drawers and sheaths makes it much stronger than the .125" thick wood would indicate. Each puzzle was individually sanded to fit, and the feel is excellent overall.
46 copies made for sale, each signed and dated. This puzzle is shipped assembled in a gift bag.


Terry recently completed an unusual gift commission. Rather than being given as a gift a couple ordered it for themselves as a treat after a hard year of trying to renovate a new home. Their situation was similar to the 1980s comedy The Money Pit and so they wanted a spoof of that film's poster with caricatures of themselves replacing Tom Hanks and Shelley Long.
Taking cues from the cartoon background and colour scheme of the original poster Terry also included the logo, lettering and references to people who worked on the house in the "credits".
Here's an overview of the work in progress and the final framed print.
If you wish to commission a caricature for any occasion please get in touch.


Where do you want to eat? It's a common question that is asked among friends and co-workers headed out to eat in Tyler. We have found your answer, just spin the wheel!
That's right, click to spin the wheel below and it will land on one of Tyler's top 50 reviewed Yelp restaurants. There is a wide range of price options from Chick-fil-A to Jack Ryan's Steak and Chophouse.
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Poetry and politics combine in this lesson where students write a free verse poem in the voice of Cesar Chavez.
Students compose found and parallel poems based on a descriptive passage they have chosen from a piece of literature they are reading.
IRA's position on recognizing an expanded conception of literacy and supporting learners as they use and interact with information and communication technologies.
This volume offers 30 fresh ideas for prewriting, writing, literature, and exploration.


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Q: Listing JSON fields in Python This is my first go at using JSON in Python.
For example, say that I had a JSON file that lists employees first and last names.
How would I go about listing the first names of all the employees?
I can get it to display the first name for one person:
import json

json_data = open('app.json')
data = json.load(json_data)

print data['employees'][0]['firstname']

So I then tried two ways to list all the first names, both error:
print data['employees']['firstname']
print data['employees'][0:]['firstname']

A: You can use a list comprehension to extract all the first names:
print [emp['firstname'] for emp in data['employees']]

or use an explicit loop, printing each name separately:
for emp in data['employees']:
    print emp['firstname']


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AA Bronson (né Michael Tims à Vancouver en 1946) est un artiste, conservateur, auteur et éditeur canadien. Il est un membre fondateur du groupe d'artistes General Idea, a été président et directeur de Printed Matter, et a lancé la New York Art Book Fair et la Los Angeles Art Book Fair.

Biographie
Il fréquente l'Université du Manitoba en tant qu'étudiant en architecture au milieu des années 1960. Il entre en contact avec plusieurs personnes et différents courants dont l'Internationale situationniste et Fluxus qui influenceront sa démarche dans le cadre de General Idea.

En 1969, il déménage à Toronto et s'inscrit au Collège Rochdale. Il côtoie Felix Partz et Jorge Zontal avec qui il présente divers événements notamment au Theatre Passe Muraille de Toronto.

General Idea
Le collectif d'artistes General Idea est fondé en 1969 par Bronson, Jorge Zontal et Felix Partz, Mimi Paige et Granada Gazelle.

Parmi les différentes activités du groupe, le FILE Megazine, un magazine visuel, est publié de 1972 à 1989, et Art Metropole, un éditeur et distributeur de livres d'artistes et de vidéos est lancé en 1974.

General Idea continue d'exposer au niveau international dans des galeries et musées privés, et entreprend divers projets d'art public éphémères à travers le monde.

Démarche
La démarche d'AA Bronson traite de traumatismes, de pertes, de morts et de guérison.

Il commence à travailler professionnellement comme guérisseur qu'il intègre à son identité artistique dans la lignée des idées de General Idea. La première expression de sa pratique de guérison en tant que performance artistique remonte à son exposition personnelle à la galerie Frederic Giroux à Paris en 2003.

En 2004, il travaille chez Printed Matter en tant que directeur. Il met sur pied la foire du livre New York Art Book Fair en 2005 qui accueille plus de 200 publications indépendantes, libraires, antiquaires, artistes et éditeurs de vingt pays.

Depuis 2013, il réside à Berlin en Allemagne.

Honneurs
Son travail a été présenté dans plusieurs musées internationaux et fait partie notamment des collections du Musée des beaux-arts du Canada (Ottawa), du Whitney Museum (New York), du Jewish Museum (New York), du Agnes Etherington Art Center (Kingston).

Il a reçu des doctorats honorifiques du Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, Halifax, de l'Université Concordia, Montréal et de l'Université McMaster, Hamilton. En 2008, il est nommé Officier de l'Ordre du Canada. En 2011, il est reçu Chevalier de l'ordre des arts et lettres par Frédéric Mitterrand, ministre de la Culture et des Communications de France. En 2014, The Temptation a remporté le prix AICA Netherlands de la meilleure exposition.

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 Composé: Identité, Politique, Sexe Une exposition au Jewish Museum..
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 Visite du studio AA Bronson sur Berlin Art Link

Artiste contemporain canadien
Lauréat du prix du Gouverneur général en arts visuels et en arts médiatiques
Conservateur canadien de musée
Officier de l'Ordre du Canada
Naissance en juin 1946
Naissance à Vancouver

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Nancy Somerville: Landscape Architects Play Crucial Role in Fight Against Climate Change
10/31/2018 11/02/2018 The Dirt Contributor
Nancy Somerville, Hon. ASLA, ASLA CEO and Executive VP at the ASLA 2018 Annual Meeting in Philadelphia / EPNAC
This speech was given by Nancy Somerville, Hon. ASLA, ASLA CEO and Executive Vice President, at the ASLA 2018 Annual Meeting in Philadelphia, Sunday, October 21.
Every year at this meeting I'm reminded of the incredible variety of ways landscape architects serve their communities. The diverse talents and skills of this profession came home to me recently when I was visiting CMG Landscape Architecture in San Francisco. They are addressing issues of social equity as part of the revitalization of public parks. They are designing a resilient solution to a three-mile stretch of coastline infrastructure vulnerable to earthquakes and sea level rise. And one of their staff is pioneering a method for calculating the carbon footprint of landscape architecture projects.
Seawall Resiliency Project, Port of San Francisco / CMG Landscape Architecture
The landscape architects at CMG, all of you, and your colleagues across the country have much to offer a world that, more than ever, needs responsible stewards of the built and natural environments. For those of us on staff at ASLA, it is a privilege to be an advocate for what you do.
Before I get started, you may have noticed that ASLA has a fresh, new graphic identity. We think it not only works well in all contemporary media, it better reflects the energy and forward-thinking nature of the Society and its members, while remaining connected to our heritage and our values. Importantly, it will also help unify and strengthen the identity of the Society at the national and chapter levels.
Of course our identity doesn't just come from our graphics. It comes from what we do and who we are.
I'm happy to announce that the Board has added inclusion and diversity to our statement of corporate values and culture.
This comes as we have convened our sixth successful diversity summit.
The summits, and our work throughout the year, reflect our unwavering commitment to increasing diversity in the Society and within the profession, and to build future leaders who truly reflect the communities we serve.
In addition to diversity, our other top priorities are advocacy and public awareness.
On the federal level, we maintained our strong advocacy efforts to protect important federal programs and policies, including the Land and Water Conservation Fund. Although the LWCF expired on September 30, it is still funded through December 7, 2018, and a bill to permanently reauthorize this critical program was approved in both the House of Representatives and Senate committees.
Thanks to your advocacy, multiple amendments that would have derailed this legislation were defeated by wide margins, allowing the bill to move forward. Unfortunately, the fight is not over. Both the full House of Representatives and the Senate now must pass a final bill before December 7. Please continue to contact your legislators to support LWCF.
Also under active consideration in Congress—and getting closer to final passage—are bills to address the maintenance backlog in the national parks and continue the Every Kid in a Park program. Our Government Affairs team worked with coalition partners and allied organizations to move these critical bills through Congress. Your continued support and participation in our iAdvocate Network has been critical—and will continue to be critical—every step of the way.
On the state side, this year we again saw record numbers of challenges to licensure. Some specifically targeted landscape architects along with other professions and occupations. Some were more indirect threats—including broad licensure reform legislation and executive orders for licensure review.
Our chapters are hard at work countering the attacks—and working pro-actively to educate their legislators about the work of the profession and its impact on public health, safety, and welfare. This year we expanded our annual state Advocacy Summit. In a partnership with the Council of Landscape Architectural Registration Boards, our member advocates were joined by their counterparts from the state licensing boards. The joint summit has already resulted in stronger communications and partnerships in many states—all of which will enhance our licensure defense efforts in the coming years.
On the priority of public awareness, we have continued our successful programs, like World Landscape Architecture Month, and our PARKing Day activities, and have also taken on new initiatives. Our signature "This is Landscape Architecture" campaign continues to be extremely popular—and very successful at increasing our visibility and enhancing public understanding of the profession. This campaign will continue again next April during World Landscape Architecture Month—with an added focus on involving more of the global landscape architecture community.
This is Landscape Architecture campaign / ASLA, image from ASLA 2017 Professional General Design Award of Excellence. Klyde Warren Park. Office of Jim Burnett. Gary Zonkovic Photography
Just started this year is a multiyear communications initiative in collaboration with our partners in what we call the Presidents Council—ASLA, the Council of Landscape Architectural Registration Boards, the Landscape Architecture Foundation, the Landscape Architectural Accreditation Board, and the Council of Educators in Landscape Architecture. We have engaged the FrameWorks Institute to help develop a comprehensive communications strategy for communicating about the profession—and its value. What makes FrameWorks so interesting, and why we selected them for this project, is that they focus on how underlying cultural values shape attitudes—and use that as a frame for identifying communication messages and strategies that resonate with those deep-seated values.
In the first phase of the work, FrameWorks is mapping the gaps between the public understanding of landscape architecture and how those within the profession think and talk about it. Early next year, FrameWorks will report back on the gaps and deliver preliminary recommendations on how to bridge them. In the next phase, they will develop and test specific messages and strategies for effectively communicating the value of the profession.
Getting the public to really understand—and appreciate—the profession of landscape architecture has been a longtime goal. And while we have seen a significant increase in media coverage over the last 10 years, we have a long way to go. Developing a better understanding of the profession will support not only our public awareness goals, but also our government affairs advocacy, and our efforts to build a more diverse pipeline of future professionals.
Landscape architects, of course, operate at the nexus of the built and natural environments, which means that by definition this profession has a crucial role to play in addressing the issues of climate change, sustainability, and resilience.
This summer we released Smart Policies for a Changing Climate, the report and recommendations of the ASLA Blue Ribbon Panel on Climate Change and Resilience. The report identifies the most important design and planning approaches for creating healthy, climate-smart, and resilient communities. And it makes specific public policy recommendations to support those approaches. The recommendations are informing our professional development programming and our advocacy and communications priorities. We are promoting the recommendations directly with public policy makers, as well as through our coalition networks and partnerships.
Smart Policies for a Changing Climate / ASLA
Last month I was honored to represent ASLA as a delegate at the Global Climate Action Summit. The conversations there were both deeply alarming and very encouraging. But I came away with one very clear takeaway for ASLA and the profession. While there are many voices and many experts leading the charge on reducing carbon emissions, there are fewer voices and even fewer experts who understand what needs to be done to help communities adapt to the changing climate.
This profession has unique knowledge and a profound responsibility to help address the issues of climate adaptation and community resilience. That's why we've enhanced and reorganized our online resources devoted to sustainability, resilience, and climate change, making this vast knowledge base even more accessible to our members and the public.
How important is all of this? Two weeks ago the U.N. Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change released a startling new report outlining the catastrophic consequences if the global community fails to take significant action in the next 10 years. The U. N. report reinforces the need for all those responsible for shaping human environments to redouble their efforts to mitigate climate effects and to ensure the resilience of communities already seeing the effects of the changing climate.
This commitment to action is why ASLA has also signed on to the We Are Still In initiative. This coalition of over 3,500 organizations from all sectors of society is a way of publicly standing by the Paris Climate Agreement and its goals of reducing emissions and fostering resilience.
Finally, I want to talk about a very special project ASLA is undertaking in Washington, D.C.
With urban infrastructure in crisis, ASLA believes it's time for new thinking on how the civic realm can better serve public needs and meet environmental goals. What better place to put those ideas into action than the street on which ASLA's headquarters sits in the Chinatown neighborhood of Washington, D.C.? The Chinatown Green Street project will renew the entire block using a blend of green, complete, and smart street strategies—a "test kitchen" of innovative concepts. It will serve as a national case study for design professionals, municipal officials, policymakers, advocates, and the public.
ASLA Chinatown Green Street / Design Workshop
Unlike many organizations, ASLA is willing to make its principles more than just ideas on paper. We make them tangible and visible. With landscape architects at the forefront, ASLA first demonstrated its commitment to a sustainable future with a pioneering Green Roof on its headquarters building. Then, we transformed the building itself into the Center for Landscape Architecture following the highest standards of sustainable design and occupant wellness. Now, we are taking our principles directly to the street and the city.
Please visit the Chinatown Green Street page to learn more about the project and how you can support it.
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LONDON - Rayon Brown confidently sank two game-winning free throws with five seconds remaining to secure a win for Myerscough in a back and forth second half.
Brown combined with David Walsh to force a steal off the inbound just three seconds after Mate Okros had tied the game at 74-all with a floater in the lane.
The guard then stepped up and delivered a pair of clutch freebies before R. Wilson saw his attempt roll off the rim, as Myerscough escaped with a 76-74 victory over London Westside.
Okros scored a team-high 22 points -- 17 coming in the first half -- and hit four 3-pointers to lead Myerscough, but turned the ball over seven times. He finished 8-of-18 from the field.
Sanmi Fajana efficiently added 14 points on 5-of-6 shooting, including a perfect 4-for-4 from distance. Myerscough hit 43 percent of its shot from range, with eight of the 10 made threes coming before halftime.
Myerscough used runs of 11-0, which overturned a 3-point deficit, and 8-0 to build a 34-21 lead nearing the midway point of the second quarter. It would be Sco's largest of the game and one Westside fought back against trying to avenge an early season 25-point defeat.
Westside flipped a 47-37 halftime score, outscoring Myerscough 20-8 in the third quarter. Sco went 2-for-12 in the period and coughed up the ball seven times to allow London to carry a 57-55 lead.
Myerscough never let London hold an advantage larger than four and Walsh converted a 3-point play to cut it to a 63-62 game with 5:23 remaining before there were five lead changes and four ties.
London has dropped both its league games in 2019 and was led for a second-straight game by Wilson. The guard scored 26 points, posting consecutive 20-point performances. D Morris hit 4-of-5 3-pointers and had 16 points and 11 rebounds.
Myerscough overcame a large disparity on points in the paint, being outscored 42-26 and edged 32-26 on the glass. London turned Sco's 17 turnovers into 14 points and and ran the floor for a further 14.


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He wasn't a fool. Of course he could never have a woman like that. Aside from anything else he could not have afforded to keep her. But that didn't mean she wasn't on his mind. While he assessed the market with one eye, while he bandied words with customers, and kept his fingers busy with turnips and copper coins, the other half of his mind flowed with images of her, with extrapolations from his brief sight of her into a kaleidoscope of coloured images. He found himself constantly at attention, waiting to hear a few notes, a carried voice, a rustling and whispering voice that would embed itself deeply in his head.
Instead he heard gossip.
There were traitors indeed. There were traitors after all. Ordinary men and women, who one might look at and never think to name traitor. Men for whom treason made no sense. Women, whose lives could give them no opportunity for such thing. But still, they were coming out of the woodwork. It was just as he'd feared – more suspects were taken away, more questioning, more glaring light shone on the minutiae of common lives: and these strange, dappled patterns had inevitably emerged.
Said a customer: "It had to happen. An example, you know."
Any wrong word was dangerous. It was certainly dangerous to label the matter a scandal, an injustice, a criminal abuse. He only asked "How many?"
"Can't say as I know. A lot, I think."
"Who are they? Do you know that?"
"Maysif Hurrel, Logot Tifween, Sandon Grafnee...." the customer was well-informed, and amongst them were names Arangof knew, if only slightly.
"That's..." He didn't know what he dared say. Sandon Grafnee was barely eighteen, and his mother: as gentle a woman as one had ever been. How could any fool think she the kind to get involved in conspiracies and plots? It's madness. And of course, he mustn't say it. "What'll happen?"
The customer looked like he wanted to spit, like he didn't dare and was doubly angry on account of it. "What do you think will happen? They'll fuel the New Year's fires, and we'll stand in the smoke and
cheer it on."
And we will too.
He felt the walk home far more than he usually did, and when he reached his door he was sore and disheartened. His head was throbbing.
When his wife came to him with his soup and bread he brushed both of them aside, and drank fitfully from his ale-mug, listless, irritated.
"What is it?" She asked him.
"What's what?"
"The mood you're in."
"You've heard people talking. It's begun hasn't it?"
She looked sober. "So they say."
"This was a fine city once."
"It still..."
"No. Not any more. No. The mayor's in chains in a one of his own dungeons. He's likely to join these other innocents when the New Year comes. All we can do is shrink away from it, camouflage ourselves amongst our neighbours and hope it's somebody else who has to face the flames. I used to be proud to come from Trethfierron. I can't say the same now."
She knelt in front of him. "Any city, anywhere. It'd be the same."
"I saw a woman stand up to rapists the other day."
Her face knitted in puzzlement. "Well, good..."
"Soldiers."
"Did they take her away?"
"Then good. Gofling," - the name she sometimes called him alone in the dark - "why is this eating you so much tonight?"
He was tired. So tired that his limbs were stone, his eyes weighted down, and his bones refusing not to ache. "Maybe I'm sickening."
"I have warding honey, I'll boil some up."
"No. Enough. That's old witches remedies. Daft talk amongst wives..." But he was taking his sour mood out on her now. As simple and plain as she might be, as unbrilliant, as ordinary, she was still his rock, and his compass. "I'm sorry, love. It's dark news, that's all. And this city has had enough darkness of late."
"Happier times will come."
Because you say so? The trite phrase annoyed him unduly.
"If you won't drink honey, at least have some rest. It's not too early to sleep."
His body gave in to that. His mind drifted in midnight hair and bright dresses, while his body sagged and sunk in the ground, and his wife's arms held him and kept that ground from swallowing him up.
KingsWrath Day – 1522
When he heard her singing again, he knew that there was something magical going on. There was no way a song without words – or words he could make head nor tail of – should be able to make him feel these things; no way it should be able to feel its way into his soul, to leave diamonds behind there, to fill him with images of peace and plenty, with feelings of floating, laughing, dreaming. When her voice found its way to his ear, through it, into his heart, he was instantly full up, and instantly craving – there were images in his head of women dancing, angels in white, skirts fluttering, eyes blue like sky, flowers blooming instantly beneath their golden feet.
How could she do this? He had to know. And he had to know her....
It was a madness. Him – Arangof Humblehand – standing at the gate of a fine lady's house, collar up around his ears, ringing on the bell, while his feet moved impatiently beneath him. He, who had probably never spoken two words to such a creature in his life, who'd be tongue-tied in front of such a vision, who might not even really speak the same language – his street-tongue, his ordinary, uncorrected words might have only an origin in common with the ones she spoke.
So, madness...
And a servant was there at the gate.
"Please, miss," - and she seemed a little startled to be referred to as 'miss' - "I have to see the... the lady of the house. Can you help me?"
"Her Ladyship?" The girl sounded appropriately doubtful.
"Yes. Yes, please."
"Are you expected, sir?"
"No. That is... no I'm not..." the song had all but faded, there was just a flicker of it left amongst the sunset, amongst the waning songs of birds and insects. "I was hoping she would see me..."
"Your name?"
"Arangof Humblehand. She might not know it..."
"Have you a token? A letter?" Her eyes were sceptical.
"The Lady can't just see any tradesman comes ringing on the bell."
"No. I know.... but I heard her singing."
"You don't have business with her?"
"Not business..." It was unravelling quickly.
"Then what could....?" The likes of you. What does the likes of you want with one such as her?
"The song, she sings so beautifully."
"I will pass that along."
"No-"
"Yes. You'll only get yourself into trouble."
"I just want to know how she can do that. How she can make music like that. I've never heard anything like it."
"She has a fine voice."
"An angel's voice. A voice like the King's own harp. Like the rain over deep water." He didn't even know where these words were coming from. They didn't feel like his own.
The girl stepped closer, she was eye to eye, tips of noses nearly touching. She hissed "Be quiet! You'll attract the Lord's notice. Or somebody not so sympathetic as I am. Some other servants would turn you over to him."
"But I'm not..."
"A common workman... you can't presume. Don't you know?"
He did know. It came down on him avalanche-hard. He knew very well. He was courting a flogging, or a night in a cold, damp cell. What on earth had he been thinking?
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"You should go."
"I should. Thank you. You must be so honoured, working for her, hearing her sing."
"Her voice is good. She's... she's not an unkind mistress. But you'll still have your shoulders bared if he takes you here the wrong way."
He nodded, squeezing her fingers before taking off.
"Be careful," she said to him, "a patrol comes by this way not long after sunset."
The headaches began coming. They came on in the mornings, usually, not long after he'd left home to stock his cart. And at times they were horrifying, so deep and strangling that they had him on his knees, waves of agony shuddering down his spine. He'd see red, his eyes would burn, the world would turn grey. It lasted at this level for only a minute or two, but the pain left him shaken, afraid that he was dying.
Memma, his neighbour, knew a girl who dealt in such things. She swung crystals over him and filled her tiny cottage with pungent herbs.
"I don't know," she admitted, and gave him herbs that should help ease the pain.
Which didn't.
But the song did.
He'd been heading back home again from the market, on Harlot's Day, feet like lead, his skull feeling splintered, even his hands looking pale and wrinkled. He was trying to imagine how his wife would live without him, about how best to tell her what he feared was happening. He was thinking these things when the Lady took up her singing. It took him away from his troubles almost instantly, let him into a world of bright, layered colours, of spicy smells, the teasing flicker of images that might or might not bear a woman's shape – shadows in green and blues, woven in with firelight. And the pain
lifted from his head.
He almost abandoned his cart to run towards the sound. He followed it to the grand house, and crouched behind the cart, watching, listening, waiting, until it finally faded and there was only silence, only those threads of song that still rested on his memory, too delicate by far to examine. Too barely formed, too fragile.
Redeemers Day – 1522
They brought the traitors out. Common men, dressed in the debris of common clothes. Their faces told a story of long, hard, bloody questioning. Their backs, their wrists and ankles, would tell the full story, if these were not covered and shackled. Arangof noted their lank hair, their dirty faces, bull-strong men whose faces bore tracks of tears, whose heads were bent now, as their captors lead
them into the street.
Arangof's head thumped with pain. He was thinner than he'd once been, he was beginning to notice. Skin flaked off the back of his hands.
I don't know, the girl had said, and nobody else seemed to be able to offer better.
The traitors were ordinary men – and a couple of women – there was nothing about them that spoke of dark plots and overthrows. The mayor still languished in chains, and Arangof doubted that any of these would have thought to free him, would have known how to begin. Their crimes – read from long, withered scrolls, newly inked and smelling so – told stories of clandestine meetings, association with political outcasts, inflammatory speeches made in marketplaces, serious gatherings in houses too small to fit more than a third of who were supposed to have been present.
And here they are for our education. This is what happens if you look the wrong way at the wrong man, if you don't pay, don't bow, don't step quickly enough out the way. This is the fate that awaits
any such fool.
The fate was burning.
The crowd was full of people who knew these unfortunates – there was sympathy there, though it didn't dare be spoken aloud. But there were others in the crowd who taunted – who reached into their basest natures to pull out cruel jibes about the fire, and how slowly it would eat them, how it'd lick their flesh, layer by layer, taking its time with them. Hours.
There's enough of us. Between us, we could hit those few guards like a monster wave. We could carry these people away with us. We could save them.
Only a few sharp, bladed edges, and that was enough to stop such a thing.
Dofbin said, "They pay them."
"Those men back there, talking up the fire. The Duke's men pay them in silver."
A sudden burst of lightning ripped through his head.
"Arangof?"
He'd staggered, all but falling.
"You all right?"
"Yes. Fine. Do men need bribing now to glory in other men's suffering?"
"Not exactly. But its convenient that they're in that mood today. And that they'll still be in that mood on the Cusp of the New Year."
He'd been to executions before: even if what Dofbin said was true, he'd seen first hand that there was usually real excitement in the air, that the atmosphere was charged, suffused with a strangely
otherworldly tension, that it only became sombre once things were over. Once the reality sank in. Right now it all just made him sick.
"I'm heading home."
"Those men will all burn in a week. Those men, they're as real as either of us. It's not-" and he couldn't really find the right words for it. He kicked the ground in disgust, which brought a new jolt of pain through his head, and he stalked off, angry at the universe, and at his own part in it.
Until her song soothed him.
He'd learnt by now that it would. And that nothing else would. It went without saying now, and without thought, to follow it to its source, to sit in hiding, drinking its magic, repairing himself from the inside out.
Ah, but when did I first become broken?
She was out on her balcony today, and his position afforded him a clearer view than usual. She was standing with her hands on the railing, gripping tight, rings sparkling on nearly every finger. She wore a darker blue today, full of soft, luxurious folds, embroidered in a colour that mixed orange/red/pink and made him think at once of the setting sun. A circlet around her head rested on hair that was ebony-dark and slightly curled. A light, lace shawl hung over her shoulders.
It looked to Arangof as if she saw nothing that was out there, her attention was all inward. She stared across her garden with intent, unseeing eyes; her entire self wrapped up in the strange, foreign words she sang. Words that brought forth the sea in storm, the rainbow that followed it, the gulls taking flight, children running down to play in the wet sand. He could smell the salt, he could taste it on his tongue.
When a passing stranger looked at him oddly, he protested: "How can I help it? Listening to her?"
"To what?" The man asked.
"Her. Her singing."
The man shrugged. "Can't hear her from here."
"Friend, you must have far better ears than I have."
Arangof tried not to stare, he tried to bid this stranger a polite farewell. What about the waves crashing? What about the salt mixed with soot, mixed with pepper and beef – dinner cooked over a fire in a cottage beside the sea? It had never occurred to him that anyone else would hear her differently. And it didn't make sense. Why would a woman like that sing only for his ears? An ordinary pedlar of common vegetables. Why would she sing to someone so coarse and simple?
I'm listening, he swore to her, tell me what you want me to hear.
It tortured him into the darkness, after her voice had gone quiet, after he'd set off for home, the last sunset long submerged into night. He couldn't believe – and yet couldn't not believe – that this song belonged to him alone. That was why the streets weren't lined with people aching to hear her. There should have been a crowd outside the walls – but instead, only him. She spun worlds for him alone to share, to drown all five senses. Why? Could it be that she cared for him? The prospect jolted him like a sudden touch of ice or heat. But what if she did, if she somehow could? That her song was a serenade, calling him into her arms?
The thought was so fanciful, but once he had it in his head, there was no way to shake it. And no way to resist. Would he take her in his arms if he could, defying the law and Lord and the conventions of decent people? He was near-to-certain that he would. He would risk everything. He would lose everything. He knew it.
His head was pounding when he got back home. It felt as if something hot and jagged was trying to force its way through from the inside. He found himself stumbling, found his vision blurring. He found himself realising that he needed the song.
His wife was there to help him when he staggered in the door. Brewing anger at his late return was forgotten when she saw the state he was in. "Gofling. Gofling, what is it?"
"... head..." He mumbled.
She had his face in her hands, studying his eyes, looking him over. "Are you hurt? Did you fall?"
"No. No. Just a headache."
"You can hardly walk."
"Just need-" her song "to lie down."
"Here. Come." She guided him over to the bed. "Rest there. I'll fetch you herb honey."
"There's no need."
"Hush. Leave the healing-craft to me."
"I only need sleep."
"Yes. But this will help you. Trust me."
He should. And he should take such pleasure in her kindly hands stroking his forehead, her kiss on his cheek, her gentle voice telling him "Hush, hush, the herbs will take effect soon. The fire's warm. I'm right beside you." Those things were more than a lot of men had, and more than he deserved. So he was a traitor in his heart, dreaming of the Lady, imagining how soft her hands might be, knowing that her voice could drive away any pain or any sadness. He should not – and yet he did – imagine her naked flesh beside him, her pristine body sliding in amongst the rugs, her round breasts rubbing up against him, her arms sliding under his back, lips like silk just barely touching his own.
Fabulous story. Great
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Fabulous story. Great touches, like the names of days and convincing description.


Thanks to all students and families that attended our Annual Dojo BBQ. It was a great success! There are still lost and found items at the dojo from the event. Please come in and claim them (bags, spoons, t-shirts water toys etc.).
Fumitoshi Kanazawa Sensei, 6th Dan, will be teaching at our dojo on October 27th, Friday. The class is offered to Brown and Black belts only. Start time is tentatively 6:30 p.m. Please see the link to the announcement flyers on our Special Announcement page; or click here.
Sensei Fumitoshi Kanazawa will teach in Bakersfield on Saturday October 28th in the early afternoon. This seminar is sponsored by Sensei Belardo of Way of Japan Bakersfield. There will be classes for white through black belt. The schedule will be posted at the dojo. All students are encouraged to attend this event to learn from Kanazawa Sensei and to support our sister dojo in Bakersfield. Also for those interested, Kanazawa Sensei will be teaching in the Bay Area November 30th through Nov. 4th. If you are interested in traveling to visit and experiencing SKIF dojo in the Bay Area, please contact Sensei Wong.
The Dojo will be closed on October 31.


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Celastrina melaena är en fjärilsart som beskrevs av William Doherty 1889. Celastrina melaena ingår i släktet Celastrina och familjen juvelvingar. Inga underarter finns listade i Catalogue of Life.

Källor

Juvelvingar
melaena


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Druzy – zespoły drobnych kryształów szczawianu wapnia połączonych w taki sposób, że powierzchnia najeżona jest ich narożami. Powstają zwykle w wakuoli lub w ścianie komórkowej.

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Each country has its own standard of beauty. In some remote areas, long-preserved traditions uphold those standards. While they can be eyebrow raising to those belonging to modern society, they are considered conventional for these ethnic groups around the world.
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The pastoral society of the Mursi people of Ethiopia marks womanhood through the process of lip stretching. Only the women are obliged to follow the ritual. It is done by inserting a lip plate on a pierce hole on their lower lip. The practice begins once the girl turns 13.
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Marchetti ima više značenja:
 Marchetti, Asti
 Marchetti, Cuneo
 Marchetti, Mantua
 Marchetti, Teramo
 Marchetti, Torino
 Marchetti, Verona
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Found mostly in the Terai area of Nepal, amala plant is also worshiped as Lord Vishnu in the country. Also, during the month of Mangsir, people have picnic under the amala tree as it is considered to be auspicious. Moreover, on 'Tulasi Bibaha', the symbolical wedding of Tulasi plant with amala plant is conducted, symbolizing the marriage of Lord Vishnu and Goddess Laxmi. Hence, the fruit not only have health benefits but is also important in terms of religion in Nepal.
Amala is also considered as a fruit with high value in Ayurveda. Most of the Ayurvedic medicines use amala in it and also the popular Ramdev baba's products have special products like amlaka murrabba and amalaka juice with amala as a key ingredient in this and most of the other products. This fruit is also mixed with other ingredients to make a 'pachak' that helps in digestion of the food. It is also used in most of the herbal shampoo as it is considered to be good for hair and not only shampoo but also the amala hair oil is popular for shiny and black hair.
Amala is found in almost every house in the Terai region of Nepal. It is usually planted at the front compound 'aangan' of the house. Also, amala is a common plant in the temples, especially in Hanuman and Vishnu temples. The devotees tie sacred threads on its trunk and ask wishes. They also offer yellow sacred powder 'kesari' and yellow flowers to the amala tree. Amala is also used for variouspurposes in the kitchen. It is made into murabba (dried amala skin mixed with spices and used as titaura), khatimiti (sour and sweet amala pickle), amilo achar (however, not so common, sour amala pickle) and amala chyawanprash (a paste like bottled medicine for increasing immunity power, especially used during winters to beat the effects of cold).


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Sunset Sound Recorders YT: "10x Grammy Producer & Engineer. Joe Chiccarelli : The Interview" (January 16, 2023)
"...but soon it explains what it means by 'the Funky Alfonso'"
Morrissey discussed from 2:10:50 - information via @BrokenFrame.
Wild T!
Turkerator
These guys are all about good music.
That's why they love and respect Moz.
Most of these folks who throw so much hate at
Moz are more interested in followin' political rules
of thinkin', that coincide with their political agenda.
For a lot of folks, politics is their religion.
BrokenFrame
He talks about Moz from 2:10:50
Joe's been backing Moz for the best part of a decade and has helped him get multiple projects out - good for him
Hearts securely stacked
This conversation took place 22 Dec.
"Studio time is booked for January and February 2023 when Morrissey will record his new album WITHOUT MUSIC THE WORLD DIES" - https://www.morrisseycentral.com/messagesfrommorrissey/morrissey-2023
Maybe they're already working together on it?
"...5am..."
📜🖋 No. Nay. Nevah!
Johnnie Ray
Am I the only one who cannot stand his producing technique?
Famous when dead said:
Also briefly at 1:29:15, and at 1:41:10, and at 1:46:25.
Hazard_UK
Johnnie Ray said:
Yes 🫣 x
goinghome said:
@Famous when dead made a post yesterday of Jesse drinking wine in France, so they are most likely there and recording.
Alles oder nichts.
Hazard_UK said:
Rhetorical question. Most people with ears and taste think he sucks.
Can't wait for these two to get back in the studio with Alain Whyte on strings no less!
I don't think he sucks as a producer I just think The catchy melodic hooks mostly related to the older Morrissey sound and records aren't as plentiful like they used to be. In my opinion just like The Smith's catalog, most M records up to about Quarry were so strong that any song on those albums could have been released as a single. They were all that strong of releases. That hasn't always been the case in recent years which are associated with Joe C.
Joe Chiccarelli's production is over slick, over polished, musical homogenization taken to ridiculous extremes. Pair him up with a guy that thinks everything he does is sheer genius, and who won't listen to what anybody else says, and you get predictably uneven albums.
gordyboy9
the leather belts.
i like joes style,very clean sound with the voice upfront in the mix,he also has a good working relationship with M.
rip roaring,free scoring,never boring,glasgow celtic.
Bonaparte Shandy
We have always found his production fussy and, in places, tone-deaf to the hooks of a genuinely great melody.
To be fair, from YATQ onwards, it's not as if a producer (any producer) has been really given the goods to work with. With one or two notable exceptions, from ROTT onwards, the songs have been almost devoid of melody to the point where on some the lyrics/voice appear almost as a 'voice-over' in a documentary with the 'tune' reduced to little more than atmospheric background noise - LIHS is a particularly egregious offender in this respect where the 'songs' are little better than bad poems droned over an indifferent soundscape plinky plinked by a second-rate bunch of session musicians.
We think (we think a lot today, we're in a right thinky mood) that the production of M's later solo work suffers from a number of cultural shortcomings. Think of the better earlier production efforts and those responsible were largely schooled in an English tradition of mildly-eccentric Albion whimsy - Chicacarelli is from a very different cultural milieu, and doesn't it show? You want FM bombast and faux classical posings? Well, off you go then - but you're never going to get an 'Interesting Drug', a 'Nobody Loves Us' or an 'At Amber'. The future is 'Black Cloud' grungy sluggy clones kicking you in the ears for ever.
You're welcome!
Mutability is the epitaph of worlds/ Change alone is changeless/ People drop out of the history of a life as of a land though their work or their influence remains
Phranc & Open
I've known no war
My guess is, that "Chicca" gives him a lot of freedom and that's why Morrissey prefers him. We remember how he wasn't thrilled with Lillywhite in 93-97 when he even laughed at his singing behind his back. It obviously hurt him. We have to assume that the "Chicca" triology represents exactly how Morrissey likes to be heard. Strangely enough, he is not interested in the fact that the reviews of these records were partly scathing. To be fair, the cover album is well done.
I turn the music loud and I don't know why this ain't my house.
Phranc & Open said:
My guess is, that "Chicca" gives him a lot of freedom and that's why Morrissey prefers him. We remember how he wasn't thrilled with Lillywhite in 93-97 and he laughed at his singing behind his back. It obviously hurt him. We have to assume that the "Chicca" triology represents exactly how Morrissey likes to be heard. Strangely enough, he is not interested in the fact that the reviews of these records were partly scathing. To be fair, the cover album is well done.
Yes - excellent observation. You make our point for us, even 'Chicky' couldn't murder a collection of (mostly) good songs/melodies. We await the unreleased tracks from these sesssions.
Vulgarian
Salient part re: new album.
"...last record you know he really wanted to push it and do something that was a little bit bolder and more electronic and this record I have a feeling will maybe be the opposite of that. It'll be a little bit more organic, a little more band-like - perhaps even simpler overall."
"You don't know what you don't know... "
Burn down the disco
Thank the heavens.
"The hereafter for all we know may be an eternal state of excruciating insanity. You smoked your last cigarette yesterday."
The title reminds me of 'Songs For A Lost World', the upcoming new Cure album.
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