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Volume 2, Number 3 (1983)
Volume 2 Issue 3 Fall 1983
Volume 2 Issue 4 Winter 1984
Visions Editors
Commercial Recreation: A Meeting of the Minds? Theory vs. Application
Lynn Masterson
Going Professional in Resort Recreation
Karyl Stewart
Opportunities Introduction
Commercializing Therapeutic Recreation Services
Irv Segal
Recreation Therapy-Private Practice-A Concept to Strengthen the Growth of the Profession
Steven Sokoloff
Interview with Irv Segal
David L. Groves
Opportunities Summary
Organizations Introduction
Richard Howell
The American Society of Travel Agents (ASTA)
Philip G. Davidoff
Travel Industry Association of America (TIA)
William D. Toohey
National Tour Association (NTA)
Mac Lacy
Resort and Commercial Recreation Association (RCRA)
Debbie Regnone
National Recreation and Park Association (NRPA)
Herbert Brantly
International Association of Amusement Parks and Attractions (IAAPA)
Marianne Kroeger
The American Alliance for Health, Physical Education, Recreation and Dance (AAHPERD)
Barbara M. Sampson
Organizations Summary
Career Preparation Introduction
A Perspective on Career Preparation for Travel Agencies and Tour Companies
Jack B. Samuels
Steps to Be Taken to Strengthen the Professional Preparation Programs in Commercial Recreation
William A. Becker
Smoky Mountains Recreation Consortium (SMRC)
Charles Ellenburg and Ken Krick
1983 Smoky Mountains Recreation Consortium
Joyce Hess
Interview with Bill Caruso
Margaret Bobb
Entry into the Profession
Commercial Recreation and Tourism: A Suggested Educational Program and Philosophy
Career Preparation Summary
Future Introduction
Interview with Ted Miller
Interview with Hank Wolpert
A Bright Future for Planning and Development in Tourism and Leisure Industries
Victoria D. Schmidt
Future Issue
Future Summary
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Alfred Hitchcock's The Lodger: A Tale of the London Fog was not the director's first film, but it is now regarded as his first serious thriller: the one which marked him out as a director of singular talent and vision. It established the signature elements for which he would become famous: not only his blondes, his taste for the psychosexual, and his technical innovations, but also his effortless confidence in his medium, his careful manipulation of the audience's expectations, and his keen sense of black humour. The Lodger might seem like a curiosity when compared to classics like Psycho, Rear Window and Vertigo, but even without that context it makes for a fascinating film in its own right.
The first thing we see is a woman's face frozen in something like a scream of agony or ecstasy, her blonde hair bathed in an unearthly glow. 'To-Night Golden Curls' flashes across the screen in the style of a neon sign. She has been murdered, it seems, and her death is soon relayed from coffee-bar gossip to the journalist's notebook, then through telephone, radio, and teletype machine. The only witness saw the killer with his face wrapped in a scarf, and through the communication networks of the modern world, the death of an individual is transmitted into a kind of hysteria around a figure known only as 'The Avenger'.
The film is an adaptation of the 1913 novel of the same name by Marie Belloc Lowndes, which in turn was inspired by the Jack the Ripper murders of 1888. By the time The Lodger appeared in cinemas in 1927, that notorious case was still potentially within living memory for its audience, yet the film retains an almost total disinterest in the details of the crimes committed. As in a conventional crime story, we follow a policeman as he pursues the case, but he isn't a Poirot or Holmes, and he has none of their genius for observation or penetrating intuition. He is a blunt instrument guided by jealousy, and as much as anyone else he is shown to be in the total grip of the film's subject: the aura of mystery around murder.
This, rather than the deed itself, is the central source of interest. The actual killer and victim are rendered almost irrelevant. Instead, in the expression of the story we are shown how this potent aura of fear comes to be amplified all out of proportion by the myriad techniques of publication and broadcast. In this sense at least it remains a film entirely relevant to life in the twenty-first century as much as it was almost a hundred years ago. We possess today this same impulse to share what we consider the worst examples of human nature, and to pursue perceived malefactors in a rush for moral righteousness.
After the initial collage of images that forms the introduction, we follow Daisy, a golden-haired 'mannequin', and her relationship with a strange new housemate who moves into the floor above her. He emerges from the darkness wreathed in fog with a scarf around his face; an image which, combined with his reclusive manner and his delicate sensibility, places him as the prime suspect in the eyes of the locals. The lodger himself is played by Ivor Novello, a strikingly beautiful man with a rare presence and natural grace on screen. The long stationary takes of silent film required a whole different kind of acting than today's movies: every action had to be stylised and wholly deliberate, exaggerated in a way which draws attention to even the smallest gesture. Novello handles this masterfully, imbuing his character's every action with a sympathetic gentility that immediately leads the audience to doubt his assumed guilt.
At first our man seems a sinister figure. He is unblinking, unsmiling. On seeing that his new room is filled with pictures of women, he insists on turning them all to the wall. When Daisy brings him tea, he draws the butter knife playfully across her stomach in a gesture of imagined violence. Later, over a chess game, he stares at her with what can only be called predatory intent. Not only is he from a different class of English society, but he lives above and apart from the rest of the world, engrossed in his own oblique obsessions, opening his door only to accept the beloved Daisy. As their relationship blooms, to the audience he becomes an increasingly sympathetic figure in relation to the locals around him, while in the camera's eye their depiction takes on a grotesque quality that verges on contempt.
Hitchcock claims that he originally intended the film's conclusion to be far more uncertain in its resolution, but pressure from the studio forced him to edit it in such a way as to cast Novello's character as the unfortunate victim of a series of misunderstandings. But while he may not have killed anybody, he is hardly innocent in the broadest sense, and his character remains defined by secret obsessions and darkly inexplicable gestures. In his pursuit of revenge for the death of his sister, he becomes a shadow of the real killer: a literal avenger in pursuit of a notional one.
This idea of a man—and a movie—besieged by a hysterical mass of ill-informed public has more than a faint air of snobbery about it today. We expect a little more accountability from our suspects, and from our artists. Yet this combination of fascination and fear of the crowd was a common trope of the film and literature of the time, going back to the works of Baudelaire and Poe; rather than simple disdain, it was a style deeply concerned with the ways in which we might cope in the intense nervous excitement of the modern metropolis. The Lodger demonstrates that any expression of individuality must frequently and perhaps necessarily conflict with the lives of cruel, small-minded and impressionable people, but offers no solution beyond the presumption of innocence over guilt, of depth and complexity over hype and artifice.
Patrick Vickers is an editor of the kind of stuff nobody would willingly read. Occasionally, he is a writer. He blogs on video games, books, and his life with his partner in West London.


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tv Inauguration Coverage ABC January 20, 2017 1:00pm-1:31pm PST
some of the security restrictions but if they were to tell the president not to get out of that limo on a day like today he likely would listen. >>helikely would. his director has been by his side throughout the day. just to give people a sense of what we're talking about there are over 28,000 security personnel helping out with security today. they swore in over 3,000 police officers from around the country to augment the already sizeable capitol police, d.c. police. you're talking about a mammoth amount of people and the national guard as well. they have planned for every possible scenario. one thing that struck me is spraying gas, all the different types of nightmare scenarios. they are ready for anything. again, right now i think they're
pondering will the president of the united states donald trump decide that he wants to get out of the car and talk to some of the people along the route. >> it looked like it was going to stop and now it's continuing to roll down pennsylvania avenue. interesting sign we saw. ivanka 2020 is pushing things quickly. is he coming into focus lara? >> reporter: no. still several blocks away. i'm sure the president enjoying every minute of it knowing him. but no, we are -- it's going to be quite a while. it's 1.8 miles. we watched him go from the white house to the capitol hours ago. sworn in and now making the journey back to the white house. he'll get about a ten minute break before enjoying the rest of the parade. this parade can run for hours. at this rate it's going to be a long one. >> jon karl? >> reporter: we're about five, six blocks away from the trump international hotel. i am now told definitively that
donald trump is in the backseat of the limousine with melania just to make that clear. this route is filled with history, all the presidents that have come down here. we'll be passing as we mentioned the trump international hotel. i can see the tower, of course, building.old post office down a little further on the other side of the street is the willard hotel which is the hotel abraham lincoln stayed in for several days before he was inaugurated in and moved into the white house as the 16th president. you know, we're passing the canadian embassy over here. the museum. this is the street that connects the center of power of the capitol with the white house and so remarkable to think donald trump's hotel stands almost exactly at the midpoint between the u.s. capitol building and the white house. when he bought that building by the way, he put out a huge sign
out front, trump coming in 2016. that was far before he was planning to run for president but the hotel opened in 2016. >> jon we should point out that hotel a point of some controversy in a couple of different ways. some suggesting having foreigners puts the president in violation of the clause of the constitution and administered by the general services administration, the lease of that hotel prohibits an office holder from holding it. >> it says in black and white, george, that the hotel may not be run by somebody who is a federal government employee. so that is a clear violation of that contract. now, donald trump has turned control of his company over to his sons but it is still his company. >> cokie roberts, jon karl mentioned how this route is such a historic route. when presidents choose to make real statements by how they handle it. >> they do.
this military presence, the security presence really started with lincoln because he was in tremendous danger when he came here and in fact, one young woman standing on the route, the parade route later wrote, one of the ladies near us said there goes the illinois ape, the app ligsist but he will never come back alive. that fear was there that day and been there for presidents ever since. so this joy that has always been mixed with this concernment. >> these motor kads, george, living in washington, d.c., it's never like this except for every four years, but there is never a moment when there is a motorcade that i don't turn and look. if others don't look when the president goes by, what is the matter with you? you have to look and respect that office. it becomes routine here but not to me. >> it doesn't become routine to
presidents. we were just talking about george h.w. bush. i love the stories he used to tell of how great it felt to look out from that limo and know the minute you catch eyes with somebody on the side, y light them up. >> remember seeing gerald ford in 1976 and just meeting the eyes of the president meant so much to me as a kid. it's interesting. the one thing is, he does not get out and walk some of the parade route, he will have been the first president since jimmy carter not to have done so. jimmy carter did so pointedly to show he was one of the people, invoked a tradition that was begun by thomas jefferson. when he walked back to his boarding house after his inauguration. but every president since jimmy carter has done that. >> amy robach, we're watching the motorcade right now. you're still at the mall. been talking with supporters all day long and hoping for that moment with the president. >> reporter: absolutely.
you know, it was really interesting watching everyone's emotions on the mall today. i just loved looking out and seeing so many young people and one of my favorite moments of the day was talking to that group of high school students from kentucky. they were all there wanting to see democracy take place and it was cute because some were trump supports and most were not. yet, they were all the best of friends, flew on a plane together to come watch history happen and they could put their political differences aside and just celebrate the fact that we are living in a nation where we can all be together on the mall in the nation's capital and enjoy our democratic process and it's important to point out that absolutely was taking place in many ways, in many families, friend groups here today and across the nation on a day we're seeing protests in the streets and unrest. there was a lot of unity on the mall today as well. that was a beautiful sight to see and so many people as you see gathering here in this
nation's capital to watch history being made and of course, waiting to see if president trump will step out of that vehicle with his wife melania and then you see the signs like that where you have people voicing their opinion in the democracy we live in but peacefully for the most part. it's been a beautiful day. for me watching everyone come together and be side by side, hundreds of thousands of people gathering, not as big of a showing as expected but still a peaceful and respectful day. >> unity and support of the democracy where everyone can say what they think and feel. we hope without any fear of retributi retribution. matthew dowd, we're going to talk about -- you have been close to presidents in the past. donald trump has been famous for an awful long time. famous for most of his adult life. but this is different. when you're president, almost every encounter you have for the
person you meet is the most important part of their day, month and year. >> he's been a public personality through his entire adult life. >> see the secret service. go ahead. >> he's been a public personality his entire life, so he's used to some of this. but the idea now that any specific interaction, whether he touches somebody, hands a pencil over, writes a letter, every piece of that is a part of history. the other thing i wanted to mention is once he took that oath of office, went through the capitol and got in that presidential limousine the bubble hdened around him and his ability to act and react and have personal privacy and all those things is forever changed in his life. >> i was talking to president obama and he talked about the bubble, how the bubble overtime can make you a less effective president even though he was saying he thought he got more effective over the eight years. that bubble closes in on you every day and every week. we saw movement here.
you see many more secret service agents surround the car, the presidential limo. usually a sign that the president is going to get out pretty soon. jon karl, a lot of activity now. >> reporter: a lot of activity right now. he's not going to get out on that block. huge amounts of anti-trump protesters lining the left side of pennsylvania avenue. many of them holding signs about russia, some very unflattering things about the president-elect. the president. but now we are just, george, about two and a half blocks from the trump international hotel and as i suspect, that will be where he gets out. >> jon you have been on that route the whole time. do you have any sense of kind of the division between supports and protesters there? >> reporter: it's been -- it was primarily supporters until we hit that two block range. not a lot of supporters. it's a small crowd compared to
previous inaugurations. i don't know if these because security has been so intense here and people have had to go through multiple security check points to get to the parade route but it's been primarily supporters until we have gotten to this point. now if you pan the camera back over to this side, you see again more anti-trump protesters on this side. they are quite vocal. >> no question. those signs are really something? >> you said earlier how donald trump is an optics guy. he looked the part. think about this crowd and think about the divided america. we talked about the noise of the racial divide, this is the whisper of the racial divide in america. think back to when president obama took office for the first time. how diverse therowd was. you saw the rainbowf america. today this looks like the ice cream of america. right? it is an overwhelmingly white audience. donald trump clearly is the
president of blue collar america. you talked about the forgotten people. there are a lot of folk who we'll see today and feel forgotten because they don't see themselves in the audience. >> we're talking about russia before. a lot of signs about russia. >> that has been the controversy that accompanies him into the oval office. there is an active fbi investigation at least until he is president of the united states calls it off. >> he hasn't sai he's going to do that. >> but he certainly has the power if he wants to. that is one of the sources of opposition. i want to get to the support. going out to wisconsin this week and throughout the country during the course of the campaign he's an interesting -- he's got an interesting charisma. a billionaire with blue collar charisma and he has a hard-wired connection with millions of americans who say i get it, he's a rich guy. but if he walked in this room i
would feel comfortable with him. held probably be drinking a miller lite. >> that was almost a magic trick for a politician to pull that off. we're seeing the motorcade continue up pennsylvania avenue. we have heard just about everything happens on twitter right now and we have heard from the former president. he says hi, back to the original handle. is this thing still on. michelle and i are off on a quick vacation and then back to work. approaching now the hotel. lara, he is getting close. >> reporter: he is getting close, george, but they are not moving very quickly. i will say they have picked up the pace. earlier the secret service had to slow down because they were walking too fast. they were getting ahead of trump's car. but now they have picked up the pace a little bit. i wanted to give you trivia. who had the largest parade of any president? >> wasn't barack obama? >> it was not. i stumped george stephanopoulos.
1953 dwight einher, 73 band 59 floats, 5,000 civilians and not nearly that big, that would take a very long time today. it does appear we will have a sighting of president trump. he is in fact getting out of the car as we speak. >> the door is opening. jon karl you're right there and we see the president. >> reporter: yep, there he is getting out of the left side waving. a lot of the supporters on this part of the parade route. melania out of the car as well. their son barron. amazing moment. >> he's giving a little wave, too. >> yeah, a little wave. >> i'm 10 years old. >> he's a tall 10 years old. >> he really is a tall
10-year-old. >> got a tall mom and tall dad. >> yes, he does. >> sweet. >> and we got the older children on the parade as well. they're all going to be sleeping in the white house tonight. jon? >> reporter: george, he is exactly one block away from his hotel. he's incredibly proud of this place. i did an interview with him in the hotel when it was still a construction project. the way this happens, this is the old post office building. it had been vacant for almost a decade. simply unused. there was a big, you know, effort to do something with it. decided to put it up to bid. the trump organization won the bid and opened the hotel. when they first began construction on it, i did an interview with him about it and asked him about running for president. he still talks about that interview because i took it seriously, the possibility he could run for president and very few people were.
i'm not even sure he was taking it all that seriously. but there he is walking down pennsylvania avenue about to cross his hotel, not to go to his hotel but to keep going five blocks further to the white house. >> on his way to his new home. and there you see the crowds right there. lara spencer on the scene. >> reporter: george, he is a stone's throw away and what do you know, approaching the trump international hotel as we speak. about to come upon it. jon karl you said it best, he is so very proud of this business venture. and has to be so proud of this moment as you can hear the cheers far more positive than negative. for president trump and making his way over here. let's see how it goes. >> just don't jump out there. a lot of secret service there lara, but do your best. >> reporter: i'm trying, george, you know it. so close and yet so far i'm
afra afraid. >> that may be it. made it just about to the hotel. but it does look like he's going to be heading back. into the limo right now to make his way to the reviewing stand. >> reporter: kbri don't know ifu saw ivanka, all of the children and grandchildren just came out at that corner of pennsylvania boulevard not quite in front of for a quick moment and the e channg has begun us >> and that hotel, pride and joy of ivanka as well and the president so proud of his daughter for all the work she put into that hotel, gives her the credit for the design and decoration of the whole place. there we see ivanka right there. and so much security here on inauguration day. the president now getting back
in that car, riding a little longer heading up to the white house. en he arrives he'll go to the reviewing stand, watch the bands go by before tonight's inaugurals. might go into the white house first and freshen up a bit. it's been a long day for the president. so exciting. lara, we're watching you give him a wave. you weren't able to shake his hand. >> reporter: i just got a thumbs up. you missed the moment, george. it was magical. he just passed his hotel and thumbs up. >> all right. we're going to let you go right now. thanks for joining us as we keep an eye on the president heading towards the white house right now. martha raddatz, the world is quiet on this inauguration day. >> the world has been pretty quiet. there's some reaction from around the world, congratulations, but that's --
the russians heavily congratulating him. the former president of mexico saying america was great until he got there, until donald trump got there. but the world has been pretty quiet. as you know, george, we were talking about earlier, there were fears that north korea might try to launch the missile today to start -- to send a message to donald trump. that could still happen in the coming days but pretty quiet as people watch and wonder what all this means. >> matthew dowd, the president got in a famous dispute with the pope during the campaign and ceived a congratulations from the pope. today pope francis saying i offer you my good wishes and all mighty got will grant you wisdom and strength. under your leadership may america's stature be meshed above all but its concern for the poor, the outcast and those in need who stand before our
door. >> interesting the pope's message who always is a humble man, obviously heads the catholic church but also is very politically savvy and many of the things he said hasn't been any director confrontation with donald trump but there's an underlying message of pay attention to the world, the needy, the refugees in this. one thing before donald trump spoke at the inauguration, i thought he might do which was what pope francis did when he became pope and said pray for me. i thought that would have been actually a good moment for donald trump to try to copy that but he didn't. >> not in that speech. the president, also hearing from the prime minister of israel. saying congrats, looking forward to working with you to make israel stronger than ever. president trump has made a promise that other presidents have made saying he's going to move the embassy to jerusalem,
the u.s. embassy to jerusalem. that would be seen as an explosive move in the region. so far no word if he's going to follow through on that. >> that will take a while for sure. the reason it's so explosive is because that would probably do in the idea of the two state solution, the palestinians feel that jerusalem is partly theirs and if yo put the embassy there that sends a very strong message. >> presidential candidates promised to back away pretty quickly. no one knows what president trump will do. >> there have been reports in jerusalem that transition officials were scouting out locations. >> the question is when, how, where. >> next to the u.s. consulate in jerusalem. >> as we said, that would be something. no announcement of that on day one. and the president, we have been talking about what kind of actions he might take day one.
he stuck to mostly ceremonial executive orders so far. he actually signaled that himself at times. that's when the real work begins. tomorrow the president suggested that he wanted to visit the cia but the director mike pompeo has not yet been confirmed by the senate. we're not sure what's happening with that yet as we keep our eyes on those crowds for the president. seems to have calmed down jon karl, now passing before more supporters. >> reporter: yeah. they have calmed down. we're getting very close to the white house george. solid block of trump supporters. a few scattered protesters. i saw a guy with a sign that said she got more votes. i think i know what he was referring to. but it's -- there are a lot of enthusiastic trump supporters out here and a fair number of protesters. but overall, an incredibly
modest sized crowd for a inaugural parade. >> your first one was george w. bush in 2001? >> yeah. 2001 after the extended recount of the supreme court playing a role in ending that recount and making george w. bush the president. there was so much tension andy vision in the country that the parade route was really lined with protesters. almost as many protesters as there were supporters. even though when bush came into office he was actually more popular than trump is at this point. >> about 20 points more popular than president trump. right now we'll see what happens with that in the days and weeks after this inauguration. >> reporter: george, we are about to take the turn up 15th street, pennsylvania avenue kind of takes a bit of a jog. we're going to pass the willard hotel which i mentioned is where
abraham lincoln stayed before he was inaugurated. the white house is right over to my left. so we are coming very close to the final turn in this parade. >> okay. as the president's car makes the turn, we have video coming in right now of a different kind of scene a few blocks away from the parade route. we're told this is -- there you see a car burning there. that's on kay street. in washington, d.c. these protests have been about several blocks away from the parade route. i see david kerley. can you hear me? >> reporter: yep. >> what's happening there? >> reporter: i hear you, george. the police moved on these protesters who ignited two vehicles. two vehicles have been ignited. the fire folks just moved in and you can see the firefighters
just starting to work on this fire. the police have moved off their line they have been at for an hour and a half. once the protesters started the fire here they made the perimeter larger so the firefighters could put out the vehicle fires. luckily the gas tanks did not go on these vehicles. it has been a standoff for about an hour and a half. we are about six blocks north of the parade route. i'm guessing that police were waiting until the president passed the street six blocks to the south before they move. but the protesters forced their hand by igniting these two vehicles which you can see. the fire is out and we're seeing the smoke from the two vehicles. they did move the protesters back so the firefighters could get in. over the past hour and a half the crowd diminished by about half. >> david, i don't know if you can hear me, but with all the police around, how are the protesters able to set those cars on fire?
>> reporte >> reporter: the police set up a block on the street and were holding their line and the protesters had been moving back and forth on kay street. they had access to this vehicle and actually there have been some protesters on top of the vehicle about 45 minutes ago and then somebodyt jus decided to go as you can see if we come back up here now if the police are not going to move, the protesters had filled the street with several trash cans and now police and fire trying to move them out of the way. once the fire started in those vehicles, police moved their perimeter so the firefighters could get in. now trying to clear the street. the protesters have moved into the square. this is frankly square as i said. we are about six blocks north of the parade route. >> so the police are giving them space just trying to contain them in that area?
>> reporter: that's what it appears to me, george. that better here than down at the parade route. that's why we had the standoff for an hour and a half. then when they made the move on the vehicles the police had to make the move so they could put the -- >> as we keep an eye on the presidential parade, jon where are you right now? >> reporter: we're passing the treasury building. it's right next to the white house. a short while we'll be making the final turn on to the last stretch of pennsylvania avenue in front of the white house where the big reviewing stand is. it's the section of pennsylvania avenue that is now completely closed to vehicle traffic due to security concerns but open for these vehicles. the presidential limo and this
parade. the treasury building right here. interesting the big signs he's passing over include a sign of harriet tubman and the $20 bill. the first african-american woman to be on a an american currency. >> you talk about the security. we've seen a real evolution in security and the first barriers were put up on pennsylvania avenue after the oklahoma city bombings back in the 1990's. martha, with each passing year it gets more intense. it does and after ni9/11 it became incredibly intense and remains. they have built embassies around the world. you go to the state department and you can't get anywhere near that either because you have barriers as well. but security all over the city. we have gotten used to it and we know how long it takes to get some place.
but donald trump has great respect for the secret service. he had a couple of incidents, probably more than a couple on the campaign. i can remember one where they had to rush him off the stage. he ducked a little bit but he said they tell me where to go, i'm going to do it. >> i don't know if tom llamas is still with us. tom, the president is used to having body guards and is even taking his personal body guard into the oval office with him. >> reporter: the main difference between that situation and the secret service is that the private security guards would do whatever trump would say. they would surround him and his campaign people and say don't go here. if you saw supporters before the secret service got involved he would make a bee line of the supporters. he loves to be surrounded by people who love him and sign autographs. i remember he signed a woman's upper shoulder area during a campaign rally. he would sign photos of himself,
sign trump -- the board game. he would love doing things like that and when the secret service got involved for him it was difficult to get used to because he likes to do what he wants to do and with the secret service it's very hard to do that. i could tell just moments ago when he was outside walking by the hotel by his hotel, i'm sure he would have loved to get into that crowd at least shake a few hands, at least thank those supporters up close because he would always take the time to thank the supporters who had waited for hours. he did appreciate all the people who would wear those red hats, make america great again and wait for hours. a lot of times in freezing temperatures to support him. he's getting out again. a moment like this is something he loves and now he could be closer to the people. we'll seef gcloser. >> jon karl, he i getting out again. tom mentioned that donald trump is a germaphobe. >> reporter: there was a time he
simply didn't want to shake hands, called it a disgusting habit at one point but long before he decided to run for president, he overcame that. here we're on -- this is the part of pennsylvania avenue called pennsylvania plaza, lafayette park is coming up soon. the official reviewing stand. this is a part where to get here you really had to have tickets to attend this. there's not a single protester i could see in sight here. this is a very friendly crowd for him. >> cecilia vega what can you see. >> reporter: it's interesting to me what donald trump will see is a huge section of empty bleachers and i'm struck by the fact this is the area he chose to get out of his car if in fact he's going to walk the way to his seating area in front of the white house. i'm directly in front of the white house. the crowds hear the president coming and
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Q: Copy entity to other DbContext Our application needs an Offline-DB-functionality so we copy the needed entities to the DbContext of the offline database.
As the entities should have the same IDs, we need to deactivate the ID-generation.
In our model creation method we use the Fluent-API:
dbModelBuilder.Entity<Event>().Property(e => e.Id).HasDatabaseGeneratedOption(DatabaseGeneratedOption.None);

The problem is, that the entities will be saved with a generated ID (1 instead of 1234).
Inserting the old ID works with this attribute above the ID property:
[Key, DatabaseGenerated(DatabaseGeneratedOption.None)]
public override int Id { get; set; }

How can we deactivate the ID generation for some entities without adding an attribute which would break our online application?

A: We've managed to fix this problem.
Fluent API and Attributes work fine.
We've called
dbModelBuilder.Entity<Event>().Property(e => e.Id).HasDatabaseGeneratedOption(DatabaseGeneratedOption.None);

after the DBModel has been built.
Moving this code before dbModelBuilder.Build() solves the problem.

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Players For 'Survivor's' 20th Anniversary Heroes vs. Villains Cast Revealed
CBS has revealed the cast for the upcoming 20th anniversary edition of "Survivor," according to TV Fanatic.
1-4-2010, 9 a.m. UPDATE: CBS has contacted us and said that they have NOT yet officially released a list of the players for the upcoming edition of "Survivor," despite what TV Fanatic has written. As to the accuracy of the list, CBS declined comment.
Pictures and a short profile of all the players on the list appears here, on AOL Television.
The Heroes team will feature the personable and popular Rupert Boneham, who so memorably stole the shoes of everyone on the opposing team in the first episode of "Survivor: Peral Islands." Joining Rupert will be another big viewer favorite, Cirie Fields. Rounding out the 10 on the "Heroes" team are James Clement, Colby Donaldson, Amanda Kimmel, Jessica "Sugar" Kiper, Stephenie LaGrossa, "J.T." James Thomas, Tom Westman, and Candice Woodcock.
On the Villain team, a judge wouldn't let Richard Hatch out of jail early to participate, but this past season's Russell Hantz, who many thought should have won the game, but didn't (see my Open Mic blog on this here), will be on the show.
The other nine players on the Villain squad are: Tyson Apostal, Randy Bailey, Sandra Diaz-Twine, Danielle Di Lorenzo, Jerri Manthey, "Boston" Rob Mariano, Parvati Shallow, "Coach" Ben Wade, and Courtney Yates.
Of the 20 contestants, only four are past winners of the show; two on the Heroe's team: J.T. Thomas and Tom Westman, and two on the Villains squad: Sandra Diaz-Twine and Parvati Shallow.
None of the players were on the very first season of "Survivor" in the summer of 2000.
–Chuck Ross
Viewers Fleeing 'Leno&#8217 and NBC at 10 p.m., but Where Are They Going?
Gosselin in Talks to Star in New Dating Show
It is not a 20th "Anniversary" edition, it is simply the 20th edition.. Anniversary means the annual recurrence and since survivor started in 2000, it obviously is not 20 years old unless we've been asleep for a few years. God help us if this show actually makes it 20 years.. Broadcast TV will certainly be doomed if we can't do better.
No one said "Anniversary" must be annual. If based on editions it can still be the 20th anniversary. Don't be so literal!


According to the Business and Human Rights Resource Centre, the World Cup provides an opportunity to push for change. In an analysis of the next World Cup, to be held in Qatar, the report mostly details the controversy surrounding the Qatari regime's bid to host the 2022 World Cup and the actions of the companies and organizations involved in the process.
We tend not to worry about the goings-on or the background of the host country unless protesters start speaking up; if they can or dare to do so. This makes an event like this the perfect opportunity for people to claim their rights and take advantage of the world's attention to the country, just as the Brazilians have done.
The 2014 World Cup started mid-2013, and obviously not from the first kick-off. Unfortunately, the Cup's show has included tear gas and protesters being beaten back. Ana Rosa subway station, in São Paulo, is one of the latest scenes (on June 9th), where several banners were put up saying Não vai ter Copa ("there will be no World Cup") and calling for better healthcare and education. However, note that protesters are not against the Cup: their qualms are about the money spent unfairly.
At the start of the process, Brazilians were told that all the money spent on construction projects of the tournament would be private; nevertheless some of the projects' viability seemed rather questionable, and claims started to fly. Carla Dauden, a Brazilian female filmmaker who resides in California, for example, criticized the situation in a video explaining how the investment in stadiums should be devoted to improving education, health and job creation.
Brazil is not alone. The country and its background are the key determinants, but at the end of the day injustice stems from the people behind the deal-making. Take Qatar's World Cup for example, mentioned at the beginning of the article. Why is this case so salient? As the country prepares to host the 2022 championship, The Guardian has unveiled that thousands of Nepalese workers are enduring labour abuses. The hard, manual labour required to ready the country for the tournament is carried out by workers not only from Nepal, but from many other countries such as Bangladesh, India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka. It is reported that migrant workers are lured to Qatar under false pretenses. Once they arrive in Doha, these workers, whose passports are taken away so that they cannot leave the country, see how what was promised to them turns to dust.
Nonetheless, FIFA has keptmute about the mistreatment of workers in the tiny gulf state, only calling this practice "unacceptable". Meanwhile, Qatar's 2022 committee said it was working with Human Rights Watch and Amnesty International, as well as various ministries, to address migrant labour issues. Although the Qatari regime recently issued detailed guidelines in the hope that it would address concerns about its employment laws, it has not helped to stop the rising number of fatalities among workers, thus questioning the efficiency of these guidelines.
The numbers are impressive. According to FIFA, television coverage of the last championship (held in South Africa) reached over 3.2 billion people. The final match alone, between Spain and the Netherlands, reached 909.6 million in-house viewers. In addition, by the end of the 2014 World Cup, FIFA's revenue is estimated to be around 4 billion dollars.
Opportunities for "dirty business", in other words, are abundant. A company under the control of Mohamed Bin Hammam (former football administrator and president of the Asian Football Confederation) is rumoredto have paid USD$1.2 million to Jack Warner, former president of CONCACAF (the Confederation of North, Central American and Caribbean Association Football), to ensure Qatar's victory in hosting the FIFA championship in 2022.
Events of global proportions unfortunately go beyond the spirit of sport: they also play on the fields of politics, prestige and economy, where nationalism and exuberant amounts of money are at stake. The big question then arises: Should Brazil and Qatar have been picked to host the World Cup?
Brazil has become an important actor on the international stage: not only is it the first Latin American economy and the seventh worldwide, but it is also part of the BRICS (a grouping of five major emerging national economies: Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa) and one of the most remarkable developing countries. However, even if Brazil's international image is positive, its own population may not agree.
It is therefore time for Brazil to turn around and take a look at its own people, because if it does not, the next celebration on the street, fueled by the excitement bubbling in the Brazilian hearts, will not be related to a World Cup, but to a coup.
In the end, as Christopher Atkins says, "depending on which side of the argument you choose to listen to, the hosting of any major sporting event can both be seen as an opportunity for great development, or an impending disaster". But one may wonder, why not listen to both arguments properly?


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The Mudblood Games
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The chosen one is dead, yes, it's true. We all thought that Harry Potter had stopped Voldemort ages ago; we thought we could sleep sound at night knowing evil had been driven from this world, but we were wrong. I didn't even know the Death Eaters were still around, let alone how they got ahold of such an old and powerful magic. Secretly, they used that magic to bring Voldemort and his army back from the grave. After that, it didn't take long for everything to fall apart. Using the element of surprise, Voldemort and his army swiftly sought out Harry Potter and slaughtered him in cold blood...right in front of his family. I couldn't imagine the kind of slow and painful death he must have endured at the Dark Lord's hand. Once Harry had been killed, they moved on to the rest of his family, then on to The Order of the Phoenix; one by one, hunting down and killing the other members of The Order who had helped Potter before.
Once all immediate threats were dealt with, Voldemort set his sights on the Ministry. He wanted complete control of our world, and it didn't take long for him to get it. Minister Fudge quickly gave up control without much of a struggle. Consequently, Death Eaters rose to positions of power, and Mudbloods were hunted down and killed for sport. Voldemort's true goal was to follow his predecessors footsteps and eliminate all Mudbloods from his perfect pureblood world. This is where our story begins.
It is now 25 years into Voldemort's reign as Minister of Magic. Poverty, crime, and disease run rampant through the entire land. All citizens are forced to obey him; those stupid enough to stand against him being killed in horrendous ways. All purebloods are allowed to live their pitiful lives without worry of oppression while the mudbloods are forced to a life of secrecy and shadow. For those few unlucky Mudbloods that are captured, Voldemort doesn't handle them like you would think. Instead of killing them, he gives them a chance for salvation.
Every year, he gathers up 28 Mudbloods that he deems worthy and throws them in an arena together to compete for a small assortment of prizes. The rules for this competition are simple. Rule #1: The last one standing wins. Rule #2: There are no other rules. One by one, the tributes brutally kill one another all in an effort to win Voldemort's favor and rewards. The first reward is complete and total safety from execution or prosecution. The other prize is one wish that will be granted upon victory. A worthy sacrifice for a worthy prize I suppose...This year, I am one of the participants. My name is Daniel Bane, and I'm contestant #13 in the Mudblood Games.
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He could hear them behind him. The Hounds. The masters. All baying for his blood. His hand went down to his calf where one of the dogs had caught him in its mouth. The blood was wet and soaking through his trousers, jagged rips surrounding the wound where he had wrestled free. He had to keep going. Stopping was not an option. If he stopped he would be caught and he couldn't let that happen.
The pain was rising through his body. He wanted to scream but he couldn't give himself away. The dark surrounded him. Pressing him in. He wasn't usually claustrophobic but the cold and the dark left him scared. Usually he would escape it by clambering up a fire escape or shimmying up a water spout, but his injury left him crippled and unable to really do anything.
He had to carry on. He had to. He had to stumble further down the network of back alleys that made up his home, hoping beyond hope that he could escape and wouldn't be caught and taken away. Just another filthy Mudblood sent to his death in the Games. He would not be that.
He couldn't go on. He would die fighting here, where he belonged. He pulled his wand out, his hands shivering and shaking thanks to the cold and pain. He could see the eyes. The dogs standing just out of reach, ready to pounce when their masters gave them permission to savage their prey. To savage him. He raised his wand to fight but then he heard something behind him.
He snapped around "no...not you...no...it can't be...please!"
A thin smile. A hooded cloak. A nasally voice shouting out "SECTUMSEMPRA!" And then darkness.
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Quincey hurried down the street, her jaw set and her eyes facing forward. All around her, there were calls from wizards and witches; nasty, arrogant, insulting phrases spat at her as if she were just a paper figure that was present for their amusement. The weight of her backpack made her shoulders ache but she took no notice. For the fifth time in eight months she had been fired from job after job because she was a Mudblood. The whole office had laughed, standing outside the manager's office, waiting for her so they could chant and pull her hair as well as other things. Jerry had even baked a cake, in which she was sure he had inserted some dreadful ingredient which is just the reason she threw it away as soon as she left the office. She'd tried so hard to make this job work, even though she didn't care in the least about accounting (she was good with numbers, though, and it was the first company that accepted her application). Every Friday she had brought in freshly-baked cookies, she kept her desk space neat and organized, she never made excuses, but none of it mattered. Although only less than a month had gone by before she had officially been kicked out, she had been treated as if she were scum the moment she entered the building. No, she would now go back to her grungy apartment, comb the gum out of her hair and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow she would try again, as she had done for the past two years, ever since she moved to this city.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a shove. She stumbled backward, the weight of her pack almost causing her to fall onto the pavement. "Hey!" she growled, all her anger from the day bubbling up inside. "Watch where you're walking!"
The person who had bumped her, she now saw, was cloaked from head-to-toe. The only thing she could see of the figure was a long, crooked nose. It seemed familiar, and she squinted, stopping in her tracks. About to say something, a wand protruded from inside the cloak and she gasped, instantly remembering why that nose was so familiar. Even as she tried to run backward, forward, anywhere but where the wand was pointing, it was too late. He had uttered a violent spell, one Quincey knew from her school days, and she fell to the ground with a loud crack, unable to move. Her backpack's contents spewed out onto the street. Her wand, which she had been unable to grab from her pocket, poked her spine, jerked out of its place. The last thing she remembered was a pool of blood under the back of her head and the figure pulling back its hood to loom over her, a satisfied sneer making its way onto Professor Severus Snape's pale face.
"Where to go, where to go," Daniel panted, running down the street.
His hand firmly gripped his wand as the echo of his feet on the pavement rang out into the night. They had been trying to capture him for weeks now. He had moved three separate times, left his girlfriend Trisha, and abandoned his family -- all in the hopes of escape. Up until this point, Daniel managed to stay one step ahead of them. He slept in dark alleyways, kept his hood up, and was constantly moving from place to place. Somehow, someway, they had finally caught up to him and were now nipping at his heels. In a split-second decision, Daniel took a sharp right turn into a small alley near Bakers St. This decision would come to haunt him as he was met with a large brick wall.
"Damn it," Daniel exclaimed. He was cornered now, and his options were few in number. With a quick look around, Daniel turned to face the wall, pointed his wand, and shouted, "Bombarda Maxima!"
The wall violently exploded, flinging bricks in every direction. Before the dust had a chance to settle, Daniel sprinted through the hole he had created. A wave of happiness came over him as the he thought of his potential freedom; however, before he could get too far, his excitement slowly disintegrated into terror as he was hit with a blue stroke of light, throwing him backwards onto the hard concrete. From the direction of the spell, Daniel could hear a cold and familiar laugh echo through the alley. Slowly a dark figure approached, eventually standing over Daniel's limp body. Daniel didn't have the courage to say anything to the man, so without another word, the dark figure rose his wand once more, sending Daniel into darkness.
THREE HOURS LATER
Daniel's eyes sprang open, capturing the image of the poorly kept rafters above him. His head painfully throbbed, making it difficult to keep his eyes open. Using all the strength he could muster, Daniel forced himself into a sitting position so he could study his environment. Cold stone and metal bars surrounded him on all sides. Daniel began to panic, sweat forming on his brow.
"Hello?" Daniel called out, worry flooding into his voice. He reached for his wand only to find it had been taken. For the first time, he was completely and totally alone -- helpless.
The first thing Quincey thought when she opened her eyes next was that her head was killing her. She was lying on the cold, hard ground in a dark and damp room with no one else. After sitting up she realized on of the walls was gone, replaced by metal bars. Slowly she stood, putting a hand to her head and moving toward the bars.
It seemed as if she was truly alone, although she had no idea since it was too dark to see anything, really. Her voice, hoarse, called out, "H-hello?"
She could have sworn she heard a reply, but she didn't want to see what it was just yet and even if she wanted to it would be impossible to get through the bars. Instead she slid to the floor, closing her eyes and pretending she was back at home.
Devan groaned. His fingers tracing the wounds that's cut across his calf and chest. He was topless and lying in a dark, wet cell. Dried blood covered his body, well, the parts that weren't covered in dirt and grime at least. They had got him, he was as good as dead. He would fight others like him for the prize of freedom. And he would die. No doubt about it, Devan was a dead man walking. He was too small, too rough. Others would have been training for this their entire lives. Devan hadn't had that luxury. The time they spent training he had been forced to use plundering food, breaking the law, doing dark things, just to survive. Only so he could die here, for the enjoyment of the watching Death Eaters. The nameless shadows. Severus Snape, Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair. The Dark Lord's right hand men they called them.
When he thought of the Dark Lord the image of a thin curled smile appeared in his mind. The words shouted. The excruciating agony. The laughs of those watching on. He had run. He had fallen. Now he will die. He vaguely heard others talking in the back of his mind, calls for help, for loved ones, for mercy. By the end of this week most of these people would be corpses, squashed under the boot of one lucky mud blood who had fought for his life. Who the Dark Lord had chosen to survive.
They would fight under the Dark Mark. In the name of the Master that they all served no matter how much they hated him. Those that fought him died. Harry Potter. Hermione Granger. Ron Weasley. All dead. Their friends had tried again many years later. Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Seamus Finnigan were given public executions as a result. The members of the order were gradually killed off one by one. Rumours had been circling that the Dark Lord had himself tracked down and killed Charlie Weasley.
He tried to recite their names. The dead ones. He'd be joining them soon. He wondered if they were as talented as the legends said. His grandfather had known them, or at least that's what his father told him. He had been one of the first casualties of He Who Must Not Be Named's regime. Picked up and murdered on the street by Lucius Malfoy and his vile pure blood son.
The entire cell block was filled with pungent odors and pained groans. Daniel's ears rang from the various voices all scrambling to get their point across. Some begged for mercy, others wallowed in self-pitty. As for Daniel, he wasn't sure how to react to his current situation. Hell, he didn't even know where he was! It took a moment, but after he figured out where he was, his face became pale, and a wave of fear came over him.
'No...' he thought to himself. He was in the center of Voldemort's Holding Cell. Where else could it be?
No other place on this planet could be so sinister and be filled with this much evil. Daniel was dumbstruck. In a matter of days, he had gone from the safe. enclosed space of an alleyway, to being minutes away from having to survive and fight for his life. What was he going to do now?
Come up with a plan to win Voldemort's sick game? Lie down and accept his death? Or maybe find a way to escape...? Everything was overwhelming. For right now, Daniel slid to the floor, sat in the corner, and put his head to his knees.
Quincey stood up, her pants wet from sitting in dark water on the ground. She was frightened, yes, but she had seen enough of the Mudblood Games in her time to know that looking frightened was going to get her no where, and neither was pretending she was home again. And anyways, how different was this place from her home? Here, at least, there was some hope of getting out, of earning fame and fortune possibly, of becoming almost equal to the rest of the wizarding world. But at what cost, she thought. Her dignity? Her self-worth? Her potential future? If she won, she would never rank up in life no matter how many mudbloods she killed. The victor of the Mudblood Games would always remain a dog baying for scraps of food to be dropped from its master's table. Anger began to bubble up inside of her.
"You filthy little rats better know what's coming to you," she snarled, gripping at the bars and shouting into the dark halls beyond. "You're killing the innocent for entertainment! You'll see, someday we'll get stronger and larger and then you'll be sorry!"
It didn't matter if anyone was listening, for she couldn't care less. The words streamed out of her mouth, growing fouler and nastier with every second. What could they do to her, kill her? In just a few hours she would face the same fate. If perhaps someone finally said something it would change their minds, she thought foolishly, denying the truth for just a little while so that she could escape her desolate fate and focus on something else, which could potentially increase her chance of death.
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"We've got a live one," Valentina said out-loud to herself from her seat in her cell, listening once more to the screams and yells of her neighbors. She'd been the first, or at least the first she could hear, to be placed in these cells so for a while there had been no one to listen to her cries. Then another had joined her and she'd had to listen as she begged to be released from the cages. And then another joined, and another... and another until eventually Valentina realized that all the cries and screams and begging in the world wouldn't change a thing. They wouldn't let them out, no matter what happened. So Valentina fell silent, sitting on the floor of her cell for weeks counting the bricks on the wall beside her. There were two hundred and fifty-eight bricks on the walls and another sixty-four on the floor, but there was never enough light to see what was going on with the bricks on the ceiling and she wasn't tall enough to reach them. She assumed that they would be the same as the floor, but it was impossible to know.
Every now and then she'd let out a sarcastic comment, if only to give herself something else to listen to besides the never-ending crying, like now for instance, and they would always make her laugh. After three weeks in this place, it was all she could do to keep her sanity, especially after the way she'd been captured. They'd been following her for months, a Death Eater always just around the corner or a few blocks over like they had some kind of tracker on her. She knew it was impossible, but still that was the way it seemed. It was probably just her paranoia, turning innocent people into monsters in the shadowed streets of the capital city, but that was probably natural knowing what she did. Knowing that if she was caught, she would be put in an arena for sport. Because of what she was born as. It was unfair, something she couldn't control, but no amount of complaining or wishing could have changed that so instead she kept moving. For days she walked through back alleys and along streets, hoping to come across some kind of way out of the city but that so called safe-passage had been her undoing. She'd tried to fight. She'd tried to run. She'd failed. And now she was here.
She tucked a dirty strand of auburn hair behind her ear to stop it from tickling her neck, and as usual she let out a loud laugh at her comment. She knew it was inappropriate to laugh at such a time, but she couldn't help it. They were all in this mess because they were alive, but the tributes weren't normally so.... lively. Which she found to be incredibly ironic. Her hazel eyes scanned the area in front of the bars, hoping to see something move in the dim light but she wasn't fortunate enough. "You know they can't actually hear you," Valentina said loudly to the screaming girl. "The doors are soundproof. The guards kept getting annoyed with the screams, and I was already here when they enchanted it," she told them as she tilted her head to lean against one of the bars, glancing down the dark hall that ran straight down the middle of the room. Her voice held dry humor, and she was barely holding back her laughter. The others would probably think she was insane, but she wasn't. At least, no more than she had been before.
Quincey stopped, turning her head to the first voice she had heard since she woke up, besides the other cries and screams. Still angry, she gritted her teeth and spat, "Even if they can't hear me, there has to be someone watching us. Surely you don't think that patiently waiting to die is doing you any better than trying to do something about it?" Her spine tingled as she said it, and she gripped the bars tightly, slowly realizing her outburst. When she was in that frame of mind nothing anyone said or did mattered, it was as if her whole essence was focused only on releasing her anger.
If the girl was right, she thought, the red cloud half-gone from her eyes, there really was no hope. There was no way to get through the bars, and the walls of brick were not going anywhere anytime soon. The only way out of this place was through the Games, to an almost certain death. She thought of the many times she was forced to watch the Games at school, the professor forcing them to take their eyes off their books and turn them to the television screen. The cheers from her former classmates rang through her ears as she pushed the memory away, her fury returning like a needed drug, even greater than before.
"I'll cry out if I want to, since there's nothing better to do in this hellhole. If you want to continue lying on the ground or whatever you're doing, go right ahead but I'm not so easily defeated."
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Devan's eyes flicked around the room, taking in everything he could see, determined to give himself an advantage. Next to him was a young girl, crying her eyes out, no more than 10. She was dead. Opposite him was a stony faced boy. He looked strong, capable and calm. He would stand a chance of winning if it hadn't been for his crutch. His leg was twisted badly, he was at a disadvantage, he was dead already.
Others stood out. Twins that had, presumably, been identical before the Death Eaters took them. Now one was missing two fingers and an ear whilst the other had several large gashes across his face. His completion didn't look like much.
That was when the girl started screaming at the Death Eaters. "Rash and impetuous" he mumbled to himself "she will die". There was another voice, it stood out against the screams and wails. Calm, collected and sharp. He focussed on the girl it belonged to. She unnerved him. She looked different, small and vulnerable but he could tell she had been through a lot. These cells...she had been here a long time.
"There's the first target" he whispered to himself, a small smile flickering on to his face.
"Who said I was waiting to die?" she said quieter, not really caring if Quincey heard her, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. She was no longer concerned with the shouting girl, finding her boring and predictable, and began to allow her voice to fade in with the others she ignored regularly. There were more important things to listen for if you ignored the droaners, the criers, and the screamers. Like footsteps against hardwood floors just outside the door and hushed conversations between Death Eaters. Mostly they were about assessing the tributes so they could make a quick coin in the betting system, but sometimes you'd hear the odd piece of information about the inside world. News about 'the Dark Lord's plans' and battles between what was left of the rebellion and the Death Eaters. But most of the time she couldn't hear a thing. She was lucky in a way, to be the first contestant, because it meant she was right next to the door. And of course, Death Eaters were mostly Pure Bloods too inbred to know that the shielding charm they cast on the door was only one-way. Either that or they were lower down members. She doubted that any member of Voldemort's inner circle would be that idiotic, especially since they had been the ones to win the war. On the other hand, she suspected it was easier to control mindless drones who couldn't tie their own shoes than to bother with the trouble of intelligent people. Or else he might have to worry about an uprising from within his ranks.
Quincey let herself run out of steam, which lasted only a few more minutes, and slid down to the ground, leaning her head against the bars and slowly clinking it with her fingers. Her head began to hurt again and she sighed, running through her favorite poem in her head which always calmed her down. "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
The floor was cold, even through her pants, and she looked around as her mind cleared, and tried to focus on the Games. She hated the thought of actively participating in them, but she realized that to survive she would have to come up with some sort of strategy. If she could find an ally, one who could match her abilities, she would have a chance. There was no sense in trying to find any weapons, since she was useless with anything but a bow, so perhaps if she could get away from everyone she could find a place in the woods. Then she could pick and choose who to interact with. This comforted her a little, and she continued the poem with a little hope in her whisper.
Suddenly lights shone down from the ceiling. Many of the gathered mudbloods. Under them had to shield their eyes from the brightness. It wasn't so much how light they were, more the sudden introduction into the dark, gloomy cells located deep under the headquarters of the Ministry for Magic. Hissing sounds came from below the floor, like snakes were slithering away from the brightness.
Devan tried not to react, but his eyes weren't used to it. The cries and wails had stopped, but were replaced by an eerie silence. They were waiting for the voice, the voice that would announce them to the world, to the people baying for their blood, baying for their death.
"Here we have gathered some of slimiest filth that wizard kind has to offer." The rasping voice emanated down from the ceiling "in a few hours the Games will begin and they will battle to the death for their survival. 48 mudbloods and only one can survive. Who will be the champion? Who will die? And which will be the first to kill themselves because they can fight no longer?" They hear cackles of laughter come from the outside world. Cheers and jeers. No cries, no sobs, no one to miss them when 47 of them were dead. This was it. This was the beginning of the end.
Valentina sat back in her cell, staring out into the hall. She didn't say anything or react to the sudden light or noise, though it did surprise her. She'd been in the cell for so long that she'd been ultimately surprised that the time had come for her to enter a whole new hell. She'd both expected it to come sooner and wanted it to take longer, because she wasn't prepared for the strain of what this contest was going to do to her. She certainly was going to let it show, knowing that the other contestants would see that as a weakness but when it got to the point were she might have to kill someone then she was going to have a problem. In a life or death situation, she liked to think she could kill someone because her survival instincts would kick in because in the past her instincts had always helped her to do things she didn't think she could do.... but taking someone's life was something she had always avoided. She didn't want to become like the Death Eaters who had made her life what it was, but now it was different. It was eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Life or death. And she was a Mudblood forced to fight for the only thing she had left, her life. Over the past three weeks she'd strategized about the games, preparing for them as best she could in a dirty cell with no windows and barely any light to see her contenders except when they were brought in to the holding area. One after another, she looked at them for a few brief moments before they disappeared into their cells and it wasn't really much to go on. But one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to let herself be left without supplies. That was practically a death sentence even if it did mean facing the first blood bath.
Quincey was stopped midsentence, the bright light forcing her to squint. She opened on eye, looking up with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Her plan, if it could even be called such, would have to do since clearly there was no time left. Determined to face fate with dignity she rose to her feet and braced herself, mumbling a small prayer to herself before glancing around to try and catch a glimpse of the other tributes, but there was nothing.
Her knees trembled, but that was the only slight sign outwardly that she was frightened. Her jaw locked and her fists clenched and her anger rose back up into her throat. Images of angry actions flashed through her mind but she set them aside. She would need to keep a cool head for this, not make rash decisions based on her mood. With a short grunt she stood in the center of her cell and forced herself to stare up at the light.
The door to the cell burst open. Death Eaters charged in and each grabbed hold of a tribute, hauling them to their feet and pulling them out of the cell. There were screams as those who fought back were syringed with some form of knockout potion. Each one of the figures was hooded, not even here would they reveal their identities to scum such as us.
Devan allowed himself to be picked up and lead through the door. As a small boy he knew most people would expect him to die in the initial stages of the games, leaving the well fed, taller tributes to battle it out over the prize. He intended to spectacularly defy the expectations of all of them. He intended to survive. He was led out into a dark corridor, barely wide enough for two people to walk down it abreast. The hand on his shoulder was rough but he could see others being treated worse. Maybe it was because he wasn't resisting.
At the end of the corridor the male tributes were taken right and the female tributes left. He was handed a costume, all black. The remnants of a cloak. This costume was designed to suit the arena he was about to be thrown into. It didn't seem to have any special material to counter heat or rain. He was puzzled. It was just a standard cloak that any young wizard or witch might wear.
When all the males were ready they were positioned in tubes. It was these tubes that would provide the only entrance route into whatever twisted arena that Head Gamemmaker Macnair had come up with this year. One time the tributes had to survive the ruins of Azkaban, swarms of Dementors following them. Another time they were thrown into the middle of a desert, tributes were fighting to death over drops of water. What would he face, he wondered.
As the tube rose him up he expected more dazzling light, but there wasn't any. He was raised into a dark room. Above he could hear the swirling of the wind, he could hear trees somewhere nearby, but couldn't feel the wind on his face. They must be inside somewhere. Slowly candles started to flicker into life around the room. Suddenly it dawned on him where they were fighting. This was the Great Hall. The arena was Hogwarts.
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Quincey simply glared as the hooded figures entered her cell. They violently grabbed under her arms and began dragging her toward a long hallway that was dimly lit with torches. "Filth of our kind," she muttered, gaining a smack sgainst the left side of her face. Her anger began to bubble up but she pushed it down and instead took pleasure in dragging her feet against the concrete floor. It didn't matter, since she was relatively light, and the hooded figures only continued to drag her. She swore she could see them smirk to one another. Soon they reached an impass, and she was led off with the other girl tributes into a small room with only a black outfit lying on the ground and a tube sitting in the background, waiting.
She stripped down without fuss and changed into the outfit, feeling the fabric of the black cloak with some familiarity though in that moment she couldn't say why. Once dressed she stood in front of the tube, her anxiety finally becoming known. She allowed herself to show her feelings for exactly one minute, her teeth chattering and her knees knocking. When one minute was up, though, she took a deep breath and control of her body, putting on the face of an older, slightly-amused girl, letting her axiety slip back into the corner of her mind. Without another moment's hesitation she stepped into the tube which closed behind her. There she waited, listening to herself breathe before she felt herslf begin to rise. She braced herself for bright light but there was none. She was standing in a dark room. As if by magic, candles began to flicker like stars in the sky. Quincey could now see the four large wooden tables with the coveted flags above them, the fireplaces on either side of the room and, of course; the Headmaster's podium. "Hogwarts," she breathed. "It's Hogwarts."
Valentina was dragged out of her cell, without much fight from her. Her dirty auburn hair was clinging to her face as she was hoisted under her shoulder by a set of firm hands, but she was too distracted by the blinding light that shone through the door. The hands half-dragged her through the dimly lit halls, following after the other tributes in complete silence. She found it odd that the other tributes were silent, and if it weren't for the thumping footsteps against the hard concrete she might have thought she'd lost her hearing. She was so used to their screaming, and she would have thought it would have doubled in volume.
They pushed her into a room with the other female tribute, various tubes and uniforms for them all. She moved to a pile of black robes and picked them up carefully, feeling the texture between her fingers. She knew what these clothes were, but after being in the same murky torn clothes for weeks she actually couldn't wait to put clean clothes on. Even if it meant being sent into a battle arena and having to fight to the death. She pulled them on a little too eagerly, and stepped into the tube as she pushed the hair away from her face with her hands. Time to get this over with, she thought to herself as the tube lifted her up into the arena and then she saw where she was. Hogwarts. Her eyes widened dramatically and her heartbeat stuttered as she tried to prepare herself for what was now to come.
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Devan looked around, the hall was set up specifically like it was the end of year feast. Slytherin banners were draped from the walls, the eyes of the serpent glittering red, like rubies illuminated in the flickering candlelight. The tables, however, were empty. No plates or cutlery, presumably because a fork could be used as a weapon and to get one of those you had to reach the cornucopia. The cornucopia that was, in this case, located right where the Headmaster's podium would usually be located.
He wondered how accurate the setup of Hogwarts was. Some of the tributes here will have attended for seven years. Devan had been kicked out after his third, when Professor Snape found out the truth about his heritage. He tried to picture how the building set up, the twining secret corridors, the spiralling towers and the changing staircases. No doubt this arena had been planned to get the best entertainment out of the assembled tributes.
He could vaguely hear the countdown start, the numbers entering his head but he wasn't really acknowledging that it was a countdown to the bloodbath. He had to seize an advantage. He knew what he was going to do. He started to evaluate where his opponents were stood. The girl he had targeted was a few places to his right, beyond her was the girl who had called out in the cells. Stood directly to his left was a much taller boy. The crying ten year old girl was as far left as you could get. The boy with a leg injury was directly to his right. He knew he could outpace him but he wasn't sure about the boy on the left.
"Let the Mudbloods Games Begin" the voice called out to the arena. Devan reacted as quick as possible, leaping from his podium and running down the aisle that separated the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor table. To his right he could hear the tall boy. To his left he had lost track of the disabled tribute, he may have run from the Hall to try and escape the bloodbath. That had been a wise choice, people would die here. He wouldn't leg himself be one of them.
He pulled himself up onto the stage and into the cornucopia. There was a large assortment of weapons but he had to choose quickly. He grabbed a large backpack, hauling it on his back before grabbing for a weapon. To his right was a short spear which he quickly picked up, turning fast and thrusting it forward, straight through the abdomen of the tall boy who had been just behind him. Before anyone else could arrive he grabbed himself a satchel and a flask that had been lying on the floor, before darting out and through a door he knew would be located at the back of the hall and would take him down to the Hogwarts trophy room.


The latest Australian Environmental-Economic Accounts tell us waste production is rising with GDP, but the information is incomplete and widely ignored.
The Australian Bureau of Statistics released the Australian Environmental-Economic Accounts on June 15. It's a fine achievement, which shows, among other things, growing efficiency in water and energy use. That's good for both the economy and the environment. Less good is that waste generation is increasing, broadly in line with GDP growth, as shown below.
Equally notable, though, is the reaction to the environmental accounts compared to the response to the traditional national accounts, which give us the indicator GDP.
These national accounts are released to much market speculation and commentary. For example, reports of an expectation of a rising GDP preceded the release of the latest national accounts on June 6. Straight afterwards there was commentary by Treasurer Scott Morrison and many media commentators.
So why no reaction to the environmental accounts? There are at least four reasons for this.
Firstly, few people in government or business are aware of the environmental accounts. While this was the fifth time the ABS has released the environmental accounts, and individual accounts for water and energy have a longer history, they remain little known.
More recently, between 2014-15 and 2015-16, the economy grew by 3%. At the same time, the population increased 2%; greenhouse gas emissions were up just under 1%; and Australian energy consumption increased less than 1%. Water consumption decreased 7% between these years. If the economy is growing at a faster rate than the consumption of our resources (or generation of waste and emissions), it is an indication that we are using our resources more efficiently, as measured by the Gross Value Added (GVA) of economic production per unit of resource use (or waste generated).
This is all true, but what does the information mean for the management of the economy and the environment? Of course, it is good that efficiency in resource use is improving. But we also need to understand what the limits are so that we can answer the key question: how much can we extract without risking the performance of the economy or the functioning of the environment?
For this we need other information. For example, to determine how much water we can use without damaging the environment we need information on the amount of water and the condition of ecosystems that depend on water in different places and times. With this information managers could compare the environment stress against the economic benefits or risks. All this can be done in an accounting framework, but is yet to occur.
It is also interesting that the ABS commentary neglects to mention waste. The amount of waste we produce is growing at about the same rate as GDP. Full waste accounts would improve our understanding of the reasons for this and the options for policy intervention. Sadly, while full waste accounts were prepared for 2010-11, they have not continued.
This gets to the third reason – the environmental accounts cover only part of the picture. A summary of the greenhouse gas accounts produced by the Department of Environment and Energy is included. The water accounts from the Bureau of Meteorology are not. The environmental accounts also do not cover air pollution, biodiversity, spending on environmental protection, and more.
The partial picture means the interactions between the different parts of the environmental and the economy cannot be fully understood or explored. A key feature of the national accounts is that these are comprehensive. All industries and sectors of the economy are covered, with data on income, expenditure and assets.
The fourth reason is no one is quite sure how to use the environmental accounts. The greenhouse gas accounts fulfil an international reporting obligation and the water accounts come under the Water Act 2007. But the ABS environmental accounts are not specifically linked to any government process, although they have been used in modelling and economic analysis.
In contrast, the national accounts are used, for example, by the Department of Finance for forecasting revenue, by Treasury for preparing the budget and economic policy, and by the Reserve Bank of Australia when setting interest rates.
Such use is partly due to the length of time that the national accounts have been produced. The first Australian national accounts were published in 1963. A measure of national income was produced in 1938.
The interest in the national accounts is also due to the understanding by business and the public that the health of the economy is directly linked to their own interests – i.e. profits for business and employment and income for people.
It's also widely recognised that national accounts, and GDP in particular, are a good indicator of economic health. There is no similar indicator for the environment.
At present there is little understanding of how the environment contributes to the economy. Government agencies do not have regular information to assess the health of the environment, the adequacy of policies to stop environmental decline, or the economic impacts of environmental degradation.
To fill this information gap, interest in environmental accounting is growing. The recently released National Strategy for Environmental-Economic Accounting is a product of this.
How the strategy is implemented, however, will depend heavily on resourcing. This resourcing will need to consider not just the technical aspects of the accounts and related data sources but also the more challenging issue of how information from the accounts can be used in policy. Natural Capital Accounting for the Sustainable Development Goals recently summarised emerging examples from around the world.
One promising example is the United Kingdom's Natural Capital Committee, an independent body that advises the government. The committee made recommendations on the development of the UK's 25-Year Environment Plan. These included recommendations on the type and level of investments needed to achieve the goals of the plan and on the use of pilot demonstration projects.
Australia could establish a similar body to help develop a comprehensive set of environment accounts that meet policy needs. This would put us on the path to better policy, planning and management of both the economy and environment.
We would also get greater public discussion of the environmental accounts. Over time this might even rival the interest in the national accounts and GDP.


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Filmmaker's Biography:
Tyler Byrnes was raised in the rural town of South Wales, situated in Western New York State near Buffalo where he lived until age of eighteen. His dual experience of tight-knit small town and Rust Belt life influenced his interest in intimate character stories of the insular, disillusioned, and those unable to express themselves due to societal pressures. Determined to take advantage of the excitement and opportunities of film in New York City, he was accepted into the Macaulay Honors College at the City University of New York Hunter College with a full scholarship.
Byrnes quickly entered into the film production program at Hunter, finding great excitement in both the analytical and technical facets, including writing, directing, and cinematography. Soon he began working on independent projects, such as Asian-American web series 2 Girls 1 Asian as co-producer, co-writer, director of photography, and editor. He joined Boxed Wine Productions as an affiliated artist, contributing both technical and creative expertise to original short films, promotional videos, and event videography.
In the summer of 2013 Byrnes was invited to participate in a film and theatre residency in Superior, Nebraska hosted by playwright A.P. Andrews, where he produced, wrote, and shot two short films. Most recently Byrnes has screened two of his short films, Missed and Sling, as part of a demonstration of promising Hunter College Film & Media Department students to media students from Utrecht University in the Netherlands. Missed went on to screen as a finalist in the CUNY University Film Festival in April 2014, and Sling screened as official selection at AGLIFF in September 2014.


Thank you for my guffaw laugh this morning. I loved it!
Having worked in a prison, I can say you are absolutely right. They are not given belts -- however, their pants generally fit. But their "hommies" on the outside, who wear baggy pats as style, started going without belts too as a homage to their fellow gang members serving time. So, that I get.
so funny that we were both thinking of this today.
and THAT was the best audition ever! I remember that.
How interesting! I didn't know where this trend originated from. Sometimes I forget our trends always come from somewhere. My favorite reason for pants falling off is the number one reason of course! So funny!
I think so too!! Really ridiculous lol and I wonder whether these young men will look back in ten years and cringe at their poor fashion choices? Wouldn't people from 100 years ago be shocked at society today??


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If you own land in Victoria, you may have to pay land tax.
For land tax purposes, when you acquire land in Victoria, you must tell us you are the owner of the land by lodging a notice of acquisition within one month of acquiring the land.
You can complete the notice online, which you then need to print and lodge copies with both Land Use Victoria and the relevant local council. You do not lodge the notice with us.
Once the notice is processed by Land Use Victoria, they send us all the information we need.
Failing to lodge the notice of acquisition within one month of acquiring land may result in penalties.
If you are acquiring land on trust, you need to lodge a notice of trust acquisition with us.
If you have sold your property, you need to lodge a notice of disposition with your relevant water authority, but there is no need to lodge it with us.
The notice can be completed online. You need to print and sign two copies.
Lodge one copy, along with the transfer of land form, to the Registrar of Titles, and the other copy to the relevant municipal council.
The other copy of the notice must be sent to your relevant municipal council.
If the land you acquired is not your principal place of residence (your primary home), land tax may apply.
There are various exemptions from land tax, including for land used in primary production, rooming houses, charitable institutions and more. You may want to learn more about these and apply for an exemption.


Monday – Friday: 7 a.m.- 8p.m.
Saturday and Sunday: 8 a.m.-8 p.m.
Sunday & Monday: Noon-9 p.m.
Hilltop is located across from the New Balance Student Recreation Center, near the corner of Hilltop and Rangeley Roads. Hilltop features an all-you-care-to-eat dining room that is located on the second floor "among the treetops." Here you'll find an array of made-to-order and self-service bars.
You'll also find Hilltop Market, a convenience store designed for to-go meals, snacks, beverages and more. Resident students stop by Hilltop Market to stock up on snacks for their rooms, Rec Center members pop over to refuel after workouts, and staff swing by on their way to the office for coffee. There's something for everyone at Hilltop!
Daily menus & nutritional information for our All-You-Care-To-Eat facilities (Hilltop, York & Wells Central) can be explored using this database. Click here to go to https://sousa.umerl.maine.edu:444/nutrition/WeeklyMenu.aspx. Then click on Hilltop (or any venue you choose) on the drop down menu for location.
All-you-care-to-eat dining, continuous service in our dining room. Take-out and convenience shopping in Hilltop Market.
Hot specialty menu items at lunch. Choices like Reubens and Steak and Cheese Subs.
Stir-fry bar is back this year for lunch and dinner. Enjoy daily features such as Thai, Pan-Asian, and Mongolian Wok, with unique sauces, curries, and more!
Travel around the world with ethnic menu items like Korean Beef Short Ribs, Chicken Vindaloo, and Brazilian-Rubbed Salmon for dinner, as well as all your comfort food favorites.
This year Hilltop Dining will feature the Allergy Aware venue offering menu items without the Big 8 allergens (peanuts, tree nuts, fish, shellfish, soy, eggs, milk and wheat) at dinner. Even if you don't have an allergy, you will find these items as delicious as the other options. Allergy Aware menu will also not contain gluten ingredients.
Important Note: Ingredients and nutritional content may vary. Manufacturers may change their products formation or consistency of ingredients without our knowledge, and product availability may fluctuate.
While we make every effort to identify ingredients, we cannot assure against these contingencies., It is, therefore, ultimately the responsibility of the customer to judge whether or not to question ingredients or choose to eat selected foods.
For questions regarding ingredients, please consult a dining manager.


ProcessWire is a flexible, open-source PHP Content Management System. It is easy to update for clients and a pleasure to work with for developers.
You will need a standard LAMP stack to run ProcessWire. When creating your droplet, under Applications, choose LAMP on Ubuntu. A full list of requirements is available here.
Where it says AllowOverride None change it to AllowOverride All.
ProcessWire requires GD to be installed in order to resize and crop images uploaded through the CMS. To install GD and run it, use the following commands.
If you wish to have a contact form on your website, you will also need to ensure that sendmail is installed and configured so that you can use features that send email.
To speed up PHP mail, add the following line to your host file, which can be found at /etc/hosts, replacing yourhostnamehere with your host name.
Visit your site URL's PHP Info page to see that all modules have been installed correctly at http://yourhostname/info.php where you replace yourhostname with your actual host name.
Once those are there, we are ready to download and install ProcessWire.
Create a compressed archive of your website for faster upload.
Be sure to include a MySQL dump for your website as well.
Don't forget about your .htaccess file, which is invisible by default. This file is required.
Upload the archive of your website to your droplet using secure copy.
Make sure to also upload a copy of your MySQL dump file.
Go check out your website. To make sure everything is working properly, visit some of your pages and login to the dashboard.
If you are unable to successfully login, it may be because the /site/assets/sessions directory doesn't exist or is not writeable.
You will need to ensure that the /site/assets folder is writable by the server so that you can upload files and login.
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