Authorities say screening for Ebola has been intensified at Entebbe International Airport.
The World Health Organization (WHO) in Uganda has stepped up surveillance in districts bordering DRC following the newly reported cases of Ebola in North Kivu province of the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC).
On August 1, an official statement of the Ebola Virus Disease (EVD) epidemic in North Kivu Province was released by the DRC Minister of Health. Initial laboratory investigations at Institute National de Recherche Biomédicale (INRB) in Kinshasa indicated that four of six samples were positive for Ebola virus.
The province of North Kivu is among the most populated provinces of DR Congo with over 8 million inhabitants and it is located at the border with Uganda and Rwanda.
Now, WHO in Uganda, working with the Ministry of Health have confirmed that there is no reported case of Ebola on the Ugandan side but added that "given the closeness of the current outbreak to the border and the dynamic population movement, the country is on high alert".
Several preparatory interventions have already been made especially in high risk areas in Uganda including Entebbe International Airport, in order to ensure that suspected cases from DRC are contained.
"Ebola Virus Disease (EVD) screening has been intensified at Entebbe Airport for passengers arriving from DRC. 46 health workers at the National isolation facility in Entebbe have been refreshed on EVD case management," a statement from the WHO office in Uganda read in part.
In the statement, WHO said that it has already deployed one of its 2 Viral Hemorrhagic Fever Personal Protective Equipment kits to Kasese district while an additional 4 kits were expected in the country yesterday.
WHO also dispatched 19 infra-red thermometers for temperature screening, to the high risk districts along with 2 WHO staff who will coordinate and carry out surveillance.
"Five (5) international surveillance officers from the STOP are being deployed to 5 districts to support surveillance. Each of the nine regional hospitals – Masaka, Mubende, Kabale, Hoima, Fort Portal, Arua, Adjumani and Gulu has 1 VHF 500 module kit which were prepositioned earlier," WHO in Uganda added.
In a statement issued Friday, Minister for Health, Dr Ruth Aceng said that the focus will be put on the districts of Kasese, Ntoroko, Kanungu, Bundibugyo, Kisoro and Kabarole.
"Everybody coming through the border points at these districts and those living around the border will be subjected to screening," Minister Aceng said.
She said that those who present with signs similar to those of the Ebola virus will be monitored as well as have their blood samples taken for laboratory examination.
Three (3) Rapid Response Teams were due for deployment as of yesterday.
risk communication and community engagement.
Similarly, the UN Refugee Agency (UNHCR) in Uganda has also since intensified screening for all refugees at the collection centers on the border with the DRC.
The Ebola outbreak in neighboring DRC was confirmed in May this year and since then, 26 cases have been reported including 4 confirmed and 20 deaths.


Fruit is the perfect combination for a salad and this Easy Watermelon Feta Salad is proof of that. So lite and flavorful with a creamy balsamic dressing, this will be a great side to any meal.
Salads are my go to side for so many reasons, and this Strawberry Avocado Spring Salad, Detox Kale Salad, Creamy Grape Salad, and The Best Italian Pasta Salad are just a few of my favorites that are quick and easy to make that I think you will love.
When it comes to salads I can't emphasize enough how much fun they are to make and the variations are ultimately endless. This Easy Watermelon Feta Salad incorporates simple, yet delicious flavors that compliment each other with every bite.
What is in Watermelon Feta Salad?
How do you grill watermelon?
Cut your watermelon into 1-1/2 inch slices, then cut the slices in half leaving the rhine attached.
Preheat grill to 450 degrees and spray with non-stick grilling spray.
Place each piece of watermelon on the grill and grill for 2-3 minutes a side.
Remove from grill and let cool. Remove rhine and chop into 1/2 inch cubes.
What to serve with Watermelon Feta Salad?
Again, one of the things I love about salad is it is a team player, and goes with almost any meal. But this particular salad would be a sensational accompaniment to Beef Shish Kabobs, Oven Baked BBQ Chicken, Filet Mignon, or Chicken Fried Steak and Gravy.
There really is no limit to what you can pair this with because it's almost like two sides in one. You have your salad and your fruit!
What dressing do you use for Watermelon Feta Salad?
I used a homemade balsamic vinaigrette. It is lite, yet flavorful and won't overpower your main ingredients in your salad.
How do you make homemade Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing?
Whisk or shake well and store in refrigerator until ready to use.
Do I have to grill the watermelon?
No, you don't have to grill the watermelon for the salad, but I would if you could! It gives the watermelon a slightly smokey flavor and caramelizes it, adding just another layer to the sweetness. The sweet taste of the watermelon goes so perfectly with the red onion and feta so it isn't too sweet or to tart.
So if you are looking for a delicious side salad, This Easy Watermelon Feta Salad will be a delicious surprise at your table.
Salads don't have to be boring, but they should always be delicious.
Looking for more ideas to serve with this Watermelon Salad?
Pre-heat grill to 450 degrees and spray with non stick grilling spray.
Cut watermelon into 1-1/2 inch slices, then cut in half. Place on heated grill and cook for 2-3 minutes per side. Remove and set aside to cool. Remove rhine and cut into 1/2 inch cubes.
In a large bowl add all salad ingredients and mix to combine.
Make dressing in a sealable container and shake to mix. Pour over salad when ready to serve and mix to combine thoroughly. Season with salt and pepper (optional).
If you are not grilling watermelon, simply cut into small cubes and add to salad.


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As you can tell, I'm not a fan of cool Flash sites for a typical business. But what about those who have a more basic Flash site that does indeed provide information? For them, I would ask, why Flash? If you don't need to allow your visitors to interact with your website, then why not just use HTML with Flash accents? Because even if the search engines are indexing the information contained in Flash (more on this in a bit), there are other reasons not to use it. First and foremost, not every browser has Flash installed. In fact, currently on an iPhone or iPad, Flash shows up as a little blue cube. Second, many Flash-based sites use only one URL for the entire site. Besides the search engine implications of that, it is also a nightmare for bookmarking, as well as for most web analytics programs.


These three parables show us one overarching truth: God loves sinners. And because he does, he sends his Son into the world to seek out and find the lost. Without God's initiating love, we have no hope. We will either run from him in rebellion or stick close to him in self-righteousness, but we will never have salvation on our own. We may live within his walls but unless God comes to us in love and changes our heart we will never truly be home.


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Motorpsycho – "The All Is One"
By David RodriguezSeptember 8, 2020 No Comments
I finally give Motorpsycho a chance to impress and they go above and beyond, catapulting me into space with their 'psychodelic' brand of prog rock that will remain with me for a long time to come.
Release date: August 28, 2020 | Stickman Records/Rune Grammofon | Facebook | Website | Spotify
I do my best to avoid FOMO. The 'fear of missing out' is found everywhere, and only accelerated by the way things are sold, streamed, and otherwise granted exclusivity or another high barrier like cost. Although my anxiety would argue with this logic, it's best understood as soon as possible that you're just going to have to miss out on some stuff. Maybe make a note of stuff for later; if you're better able to try to experience something in the future, try again then! Don't feel pressured to go out of your way to do something if it doesn't make sense to you, right? That's kind of what I did with Motorpsycho's music.
We can't listen to everything. As someone that writes about music and consumes it very regularly for work, fun, and the art of it, you learn that one quick – really quick. Motorpsycho have been on my radar since 2017's The Tower, but I just didn't have the time (or, probably more accurately, the energy) to try to squeeze in a proper listen, even with the recommendation of friends and colleagues alike. Everything's an opportunity cost in this sense, and I chose to pass up the opportunity to listen to this Norwegian trio's music for what I hope were really good-ass reasons, because, and I'm going to give this next part its own line for greater effect:
Motorpsycho's The All Is One is probably one of the best progressive rock albums I've heard in years.
Going down the rabbit hole of this band revealed that not only do they have quite a history of making music not only as Motorpsycho, but also as collaborators with many other musicians and artists to create an intimidating discography decades in the making that I can't even begin to parse. Their output is only matched by their larger-than-life approach to retro prog rock – something we'll get a lot into later – and I just happened to be coming in on this album, an hour-and-24-minute opus that wraps up a loose trilogy of albums. Oh boy.
You may know that I'm a hard sell with long records. It has to be real gripping and out of this world for me to get anywhere near, let alone past, the 90-minute mark and not want to question creative choices and find ways to trim away the excess. This is the first album of its length this year where I didn't find a fault with how long it was, nor did it even feel its length to begin with. That is… extremely hard to pull off, but it all has a flowing structure that made it almost scarily easy to be engrossed by.
Truly, this is an album you give yourself up to. It can be a demanding task to surrender your whole attention and time to just listening to music, no matter how good it is – albums like The All Is One not only make it simple, but incentivize you for doing so. The reward is the experience itself: a swaddling of progressive, psychedelic (called 'psychodelic' by the band) rock that's equal parts calming and transcendent. It's a portal to another world or dimension, one with technicolor skies, drinkable air, and tingling currents that prick your corporeal form to remind you that you're the most alive you've ever been, all while floating on a magic carpet… possibly high.
Scratch that, I firmly believe that there's no need for any mind-altering substances to enjoy any music, specific or broadly. How could you not hear the title track, firmly rooted in an old-school rock flair, and not move your boringly sober body to it? The vocals soar with a Jon Anderson-like lilt – in fact, there's a lot of YES vibes on this album – something that definitely makes it inviting to me. Many of the songs here like "The Same Old Rock (One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy)" or "Dreams of Fancy" are more straightforward affairs as far as prog goes. They don't have thick threads that bind them together, they just rock really hard and incorporate a ton of ideas to make them either catchy, atmospheric, maybe a little wistful or healing in their tone. If you're lucky, you may get all of the above, but as great as these and other songs are on this record, it's far from the best, most versatile, massive thing it has to offer…
The marquee feature on The All Is One is the "N.O.X." suite which is comprised of five parts, totaling around 42 minutes or literally half the damn record. You can think of this as its own album with other tracks, while perfectly complementary, acting as more standalone songs that function well as such. "N.O.X." is flat-out otherworldly, from the bookending sections both named "Circles Around the Sun" to the hellacious and captivating trance achieved by its girthy center. Yes, this is a chubby boy, but that only means there's more to love.
The first part of "Circles Around the Sun" starts off like the dawning of a story within a story. Lots of arpeggiatic synths twinkling like stardust in the sky, a violin moans comet trails across the dark like celestial brushstrokes, and an eventual rock band arrangement taking more of a jazzy form with washy, modulated vocals that seem to come from nowhere like the voice of a deity. It's like being on rails trekking through space, your mind overclocked with the confounding thoughts of how you're able to breathe in its vacuum and the ethereal art you're able to witness. None of it makes particular sense, but you're overwhelmingly thankful for the experience, knowing somehow someone or something much more powerful than yourself is responsible for this.
As "N.O.X." bleeds into its second section, "Ouroboros (Strange Loop)", there's a lot of repetition that anchors you down into the track. The bass drives things forward in a slightly stuttered fashion with lovely guitar melodies coloring the way as you effortlessly gallop onward. It's as if you're on the back of an ouroboros serpent, spinning on an axis as it eats itself in a circle, passing the same sights that get more vivid and melted as you return to them again and again. This is where the psychedelia gets thrown into top gear; acid-laced guitars quiver in the mix, drums ting and smack to make the synapses of your brain fire off, and the whole piece builds to an angelic crescendo that sets the stage perfectly for the third section, "Ascension".
"Ascension" is a bit of a comedown, but you hardly cease floating. Rather, it's a gentle caress of wind that suspends you in the ether, benevolent and cosmic in nature, as caring as it is intangible. The next section, "Night of Pan" has some tense instrumentation that feels like a world unraveling, perhaps drained of power from the incomprehensible lightshow you've been subjected to for the last 45 minutes. It's the longest track running at over 15 minutes, but hosts one of the catchiest melodies and grounded moods of the trip thus far. It's absolute '60s avant-garde/prog worship at this point without a tinge of hackneyed application or tribute for tribute's sake – the anachronistic attitude here is stronger than any other section and only goes to show that space isn't the only dimension Motorpsycho are keen to toy with.
By the time "Circles Around the Sun, Pt. 2" hits, we're treated to returning vocal melodies from "Night of Pan", but everything is re-energized now, like someone stuck a charge cable into the port of the universe. Cogs turn, waves ebb, and the poles of planets twist in a ballet of galactic proportions. The "N.O.X." suite fittingly ends with a big bang, not a whimper. After this, we return to what little normalcy we were afforded with the beginning four tracks for four more to end the album. The high of "N.O.X." is admittedly hard to beat, but these finishing tracks are nothing to balk at. "Like Chrome" especially is a treat with its Blue Öyster Cult riffing and finale-esque structure.
I've written a lot here, one of my longest reviews ever, but it's a lot to talk about. Effectively, this is two albums in one, both cohesive and meshed together in a grand monolith of extraordinary progressive rock, a genre that becomes increasingly hard to impress with the more boundaries are blown through or otherwise subverted. My proclivities are more suited toward the classical prog angle which makes The All Is One a veritable holy grail to me, and if you've held the likes of YES, ELP, and Camel – or even modern prog institutions like Elder or, a fave of mine also from Norway, Swifan Eolh & The Mudra Choir – up on a pedestal, then this is what you need to be listening to next. Don't make the same mistake I did.
This journey made me wonder what else I've missed out on in life. Is hang gliding cool? Does petting a giraffe kick ass? Should I have dated that other cute woman in high school? Maybe I'll never know, but if I ever find out, I hope they're at least half as fulfilling as finally getting the chance to listen to Motorpsycho. Their writing and execution of particular sects of psyched-out prog rock is among the best I've heard in years. For me, The All Is One is not only a stellar prog album that approaches watershed status, but it's also a lesson in doing your best to experience great things in life, as you're able to. No pressure! Whatever it is for you, I hope you enjoy it.
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A couple of weeks ago I was fortunate enough to attend the portrait unveiling for a judicial giant, Judge Douglas H. Ginsburg. The judges from the Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit, present and past, dawned their robes and sat on the bench during the event. The seats in the court room were filled with people from the legal community, including several justices of our Supreme Court. Justice Alito and others spoke, honoring the long and faithful service of the judge. After many great words, the portrait was unveiled. Sitting in the marble chamber, a glance to the left or right showed the hanging portraits of all the judges from that chamber throughout its history. A glance gave the impression of history, of something more important than the immediate, of something bigger than self. The judge's portrait became a part of that legacy. An American legacy.
We in the military also have the opportunity to build a legacy. Surely, most of us will not get our portrait hung in a majestic building, but a portrait is merely a symbol. It's a symbol of the faithfulness and dedication of the individual in the rendition, and the real legacy is found in time spent in service to the nation and to that which makes our nation special. Our Constitution. I feel a kinship with the judiciary. Article Six of our Constitution, in the same line, in the same breath, requires both the judicial and executive officer, to swear or affirm to support that document, and the civil liberties enshrined within it. Legacy for public servants, in my view, is determined by how well those public servants discharge their duty. The jury is admittedly still out on Ginsberg, who has a real love of aristocratic trappings and who ruled inexcusably that banning AR-15s was constitutional. Portraits often more accurately portray a love of power over principle.
Regardless, our Constitution is worth defending. I hope that we who serve in the executive branch, and who have sworn to defend that document, will also strive for a career of faithful service. The legacy of our work will be the continued existence of a free and prosperous nation. We have a large role and responsibility in ensuring that this is the case. It is not the judiciary's charge alone to support our nation's highest law. We in the military play an important part, and we must strive to study and understand our Constitution, and to ensure that we comport ourselves appropriately in our action. All of us who have sworn the oath, have a duty to support and defend our nation's highest law wherever threatened, in court or elsewhere.
Those who have served before us, memorialized in portrait or not, have passed the torch on to us. It's up to us to honor their service, and to be a part of the American legacy.
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Did Taylor Crash Instagram?
Taylor just made some big announcements and then Instagram went down. Fans don't think it was a coincidence, but Taylor says otherwise. She responded, "I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative," followed by a laughing emoji.
"I did not break the Instagram," she wrote, "Y'all broke the Instagram."
In any event, Taylor's new album, "Lover," drops August 23rd, along with a clothing line in collaboration with Stella McCartney.
Lover, album out August 23. Cover shot by the artistic genius that is @valheria123 💗 Pre-add, pre-save, pre-order (all the pre stuff you feel like doing) Can't wait for you to hear this.
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The groans could be heard for miles. Native Bendites, filled with nostalgia for a not-so-forgotten time when a commute down Greenwood Avenue was swift and parking was a breeze, grumble each time such lists emerge and attract out-of-towners to our recreational city. "Voted number one? Again?" said Brad Culeston, who works at a westside bike shop, "The last time that happened we got annihilated with tourists. Phil's (trail) is jam-packed, man."
Outside magazine's current July 2017 issue boasts Bend as not only the number one multisport town in the entire U.S.A but it also prominently features our fair city on the cover.
Yep, that's right, folks — an additional 700,000 people are eyeballing us this month with a digital reach into the millions— and smiley Outside magazine dubbed "power-couple" Lauren Fleshman and Jesse Thomas as our reps.
"There are so many things to do that, if one thing isn't working, you don't have to drive hours to do another," said Fleshman, an ex-pro runner and co-founder of Picky Bars — a gluten-free, vegan, energy bar. Fleshman was — in part — chosen as a showcase of the supportive entrepreneurial spirit Bend boasts. With more than 80 outdoor-related Bend-based businesses, it is easy to see how "Outside" views us as a shining example for other tourist-based markets.
"Whether we like it or not, at the base level — against what maybe the entire community thinks — it is a wonderful acknowledgement of an amazing multisport town and vibrant community," says Visit Bend's Director, Kevney Dugan. "I think we should celebrate instead of demonize this accomplishment." Dugan is well aware of the flack that this recognition may garner from locals who view Bend as gaining too much media attention in recent years. However, he is quick to point out that Outside magazine did not contact Visit Bend and notify them of the honor and that Visit Bend did not have "anything to do with them choosing us," according to Dugan.
In times when rental rates are at or below one percent and the population is growing faster than any other of Oregon's eight largest cities — at 3 percent per year according to the Census Bureau — many locals wonder why Visit Bend is promoting the area at all. Local Sarah Stewart laments, "Don't we have enough problems without more people coming in? The traffic is already so bad and the roads are horrible."
In fact, Dugan notes that Visit Bend has turned down its promotion of Bend in the summer months, changing tactics in 2013. "Ninety percent of our marketing is directed towards the shoulder and winter seasons" he says. "We've actually seen occupancy down last June and July and it was flat in August. We've stopped the heavy marketing of summer... trying to bolster the shoulder seasons and seen the occupancy level off." Dugan does acknowledge that those occupancy rates may be skewed. "In fairness, there may be more availability as new hotels have been built."
Other contributing factors are the rise of available occupancy and increase of short-term rental services such as Airbnb — that have nearly doubled in recent years with more than 650 licensed vacation-rentals in the city alone. Mount Bachelor boasts it's had its "best season in 10 years," and tourism experts expect this past winter season to reinforce Bachelor's place on the map as a top west coast skiing destination. The newest chairlift opened up another 600 acres of downhill terrain and the downhill bike park is steadily growing in popularity.
Recreation isn't the only pull and co-author of the article Tim Neville writes, "There's a booming tech industry, an exploding food-cart scene and a growing number of concerts—this year's include Paul Simon and Ween." The list also salutes Bend as the fastest-growing city in the country, noting the new whitewater park as a major draw. It lists the over 150 miles of trails in the Deschutes National Forest as an additional plus.
"Not enough?" Neville asks, "Smith Rock State Park and its hundreds of climbing routes are just 30 miles north (though 20,000-square-foot Bend Rock Gym is closer), and the trail running is so good that ultramarathoners train here."
Too Boastful or Right on Target?
And do these lists even matter?
Changing format, the magazine abandoned its usual method of asking readers to choose a list of best adventure towns, opting for a "Special Advisory Council" instead. Those experts included Jenn Dice, vice president of PeopleForBikes, and Ron Jefferies, a brewer and owner of Jolly Pumpkin Artisan Ales. "A brewer and a biker," Local Stewart laughs, "No wonder Bend made the list." Richard Louv, a San Diego-based author, and Aparna Rajagopal-Durbin, a founding partner of the Avarna Group, rounded out the pool of experts.
The panel was asked to vote for 20 of their favorites with towns that received two mentions or higher advancing up the list. It's unclear what other quantitative criteria was needed to make the cut, but Outside Magazine asked the panel to nominate places that are "Great for kids, have drool-worthy food and drink scenes, are welcoming to people of any background, and have all the bike lanes and singletrack you could possibly want."
"All the bikes lanes you could possible want? Adds bike shop worker Culeston, "have these folks even been to Bend? Our bike lanes are awful and we sorely need more."
True, perhaps the description of Bend as the crowning jewel can be interpreted as a town without faults. Locals may worry it will attract more visitors — or seemingly worse — residents, though Anne Aurand, communications director for the City of Bend, cautions there is no quantitative research showing a correlation of best-of lists and migration patterns.
"I've lived here on and off since 1991," says Aurand, " ... (I) can say that back then in 1991, it was a quieter town and it wasn't mentioned in magazines regularly like it has been in more recent years. It's obvious to say we've been discovered and positive publicity from these respected national magazines has got to put us on more people's radars and make Bend a destination.
"The top-ten lists aren't just unique to multi-sport outdoorsy stuff, although that's clearly what we're best known for. I think there's and long a diverse list of accolades – best small city, best places to retire, have a dog, etc."
Sixty-seven percent of visitors say they found out about Bend by word of mouth or a recommendation, according to Visit Bend's research. In conjunction with RRC Associates which conducted a Bend Area Visitor Study in 2015-16, the survey polled 1,053 visitors. Visit Bend says the strong showing of word of mouth advertising indicates "the strength of non-traditional advertising." In contrast, a magazine or newspaper article — such as the Outside Magazine article — accounted for only five percent of marketing. Other factors were a previous visit to Bend at 31 percent, Facebook at seven percent and Trip Advisor at 5 percent.
And all those out-of-state license plates? Yes, it's true, 60 percent of visitors in the winter were from outside of Oregon — namely California and Washington — with 40 percent from within the state (mostly from the Portland and Willamette Valley areas). Together, these three states comprised 79 percent of the visitor base during the winter season, as compared to 69 percent in the summer months. In retrospect, these are the same areas that boast the highest migration of permanent resident patterns to Bend, namely from California, Washington and Portland.
If anything, Bendites can be relieved that word hasn't quite spread past these states and international visitors account for only 2-4 percent of visitors to Bend: most were from either Canada or Australia.
The economy is up, and when it is, people have money to burn. Tourism is rapidly spiking in Bend and in the fourth quarter of 2016, revenue — measured in dollars spent on lodging — is up: way up. According to Visit Bend's research, the average revenue collected from lodging in 2008 was $42.91 per room. In 2016, that number doubled at $80.13, proving people are spending money on being here — nearly $3 million in the fourth-quarter of 2016 alone.
The Central Oregon tourism industry regularly employs more than 15 percent of the workforce in Deschutes County according to the Oregon Employment Department, with many of them hospitality workers who reap the benefits of a growing industry.
Dugan notes the economic dollars collected from the tourism industry help pave roads and increase infrastructure. Municipal laws were created for additional revenue streams with 70 percent of taxes heading to the City. "I think (the revenue streams) are working," says Dugan, "And Visit Bend is trying to invest widely in the community pain points."
One of these investments is increasing marketing toward encouraging better visitor behavior. Dugan points to the "Visit Like a Local" campaign as an initiative that tackles that issue directly. "We want to educate and inform visitors on how to maintain our trails and encourage better behavior. We've heard the community complain about these issues and most certainly it's something we talk a lot about as an organization."
A double-edged sword, economic growth traded for painful city growing pains. As Outside Magazine Associate Editor Jonah Ogles boasts, "Thrill seekers will never have to look too far (in Bend), whether mountain climbing, whitewater rafting or conquering a singletrack trail." We're left wondering if those same thrill seekers will deal with rising housing costs and traffic congestion.
"This place is unique," says Dugan "It's full of people who are passionate and committed to the community. I think people can feel that, they want to be part of something so special and that's why they're choosing to come... not because of a magazine article."
Editor's note: The print version of this story incorrectly attributed Bend Park and Recreation District (BPRD) has having created 150 miles of trails in the Deschutes National Forest. BPRD created 65 miles of trails in the Bend area, whereas the Deschutes National Forest is responsible for 150 miles of trail in the greater area. We regret the error.


Tracing the intricate calligraphy, an old Japanese man smiles and looks over at his granddaughter. He downs the last of his long neck Asahi Super Dry and lets out a boisterous laugh.
"I can't believe you've taken up a pastime beloved by elderly Japanese men," he chuckles.
I am sitting with my friend Yayoi in their family home on the first day of Oshogatsu – the Japanese New Year. When her grandfather hears that we have been going around collecting Goshuin – seal stamps given as souvenirs for pilgrimages to Japanese temples – he eagerly leaps into action. With trembling hands, he searches for a small cardboard box. Inside are six or so yellowed books. I hold up my own and compare it to his, noticing the smudges and water damage on one stamp in particular.
The train sped through the southwestern edge of Shiga prefecture, just north of Kyoto. As station after station passed us by, we travelled deeper into the snow globe. The flurries began to whip up in large white dust storms, blotting out houses in a frosty haze. At every stop, the snow seemed to be caked even higher than at the last, forming a jagged layer on the top of the platform.
For all we knew, there could've been an alien mothership on the other side of the whited-out horizon and we wouldn't have been any the wiser. We just had to take the word of our mapping app that it was there.
Hopping out onto the platform, people scurried quickly towards their homes. This wasn't travelling weather. Bundle up the kids, scoop up the groceries and bolt the door until this blustery snowstorm makes its exit. For 20 minutes, our bus gingerly moved through snow drifts, stopping occasionally to let a poor motorist get to where they needed. Ice coated the trees and the bamboo leaned in precarious arcs over the sleet covered roads. The bus driver slowly lost hope that he wouldn't end up at the frozen end of the line.
Our path into the bamboo-forested mountain was two rough grooves gouged out by a car that had attempted to make the journey before us. Stepping to either side would result in trudging through ankle-high snow and a nasty fall if we put a foot wrong. Snow covered all things, including slippery metal grates and manhole covers, making the journey just that little bit worse.
With an icy spittle spraying into our eyes, we pushed on for the peak of the mountain. Nearing the top, we finally saw a sign that every pilgrim loves: the great stone monolith marking the start of the temple grounds. The last thing we needed to push through; sleet-caked steps led up to the temple grounds. They were nearly impossible to distinguish from one another.
At the summit of the temple, a Buddhist monk sat in a small window booth, warming by an electric heater. While the wind had died down, snow continued to fall in deep drifts, encasing the vermillion structures in a powdery white. What puzzled him, however, was why a tall, sandy-haired American, his short, dark-skinned friend and their Japanese "guide" had decided today was a good day to be climbing temples.
It's then that he noticed the books in our hands. We had come all this way for a stamp – a hand-crafted, calligraphy embellished memento of our trip.
Walking forward through the snow to give the monk my special Goshuin book, I missed seeing the rock under my feet. In a great display of buffoonery, I fell face-first into the snow along with my book, which was now wet from snowmelt.
After a day full of surprises and exploring, the three of us emerged from the snow-entombed temple to catch our train. Google Maps, or "Google Sensei" as we had taken to calling it, told us that our accommodation lay somewhere in the heart of Omihachiman's fertile countryside. Thing is, Google Sensei wasn't necessarily understanding of weather, and at that time, the snow was preparing a little surprise for the three of us.
We turned onto a highway, and every so often found ourselves hurriedly diving into the snow bank at the ominous sight of rushing headlights. Foot traffic consisted of the three of us and some poor soul in a school uniform haplessly trying to plow his bike towards home and warmth. Our countryside jaunt took us past a chicken farm, of all places, as we desperately search for what was meant to be our Airbnb.
"I didn't realise that treasure hunts were a part of Airbnb's new experiences promotion," Yayoi said over the roar of the icy wind.
"I didn't think that being in an Arctic Research station was either," I reply.
Our journey to collect these seemingly insignificant stamps ended in a country farmhouse after trekking through what could only be described as the inside of a freezer. As I peeled off the wet layers of clothing, I flipped over to the water-damaged stamp that was the goal of our trip.
On a spiritual level, these books represent a person's religious piety through life since, traditionally, people are buried with their Goshuin books. At a sort of spiritual passport control, the books are proof of a life spent following religious teachings and making journeys to commune with gods. To me though, the joy doesn't come from their burial, but the way in which they connect generations together.
They may be simply conveyed in red and black, but in the act of collection and preservation, they connect travellers to a journey made by many. The stories within a Goshuin book are a secret conversation whispered between monk and traveller across moments in time, retold from generation to generation with subtle variation.


Sonya thinks her Druid powers are lost so she flees the safety of the MacLeod Castle because she thinks she is a failure. She is a healer, but, when her own sister dies because she cannot save her, Sonya is unable to face her friends or Broc, a fierce warrior and the man she secretly loves. Since she thinks she no longer has her powers, Sonya believes that she is safe from Deirdre. Deirdre is an evil drough Druidess who plans to conquer the world using powers she steals from the meis, Druids with pure magic. When Deirdre takes Broc prisoner, planning to force him to serve her, Sonya sets out to rescue him. Against great odds, Broc and Sonya escape from Deirdre. Together they try to locate an artifact that Deirdre covets before she can get her hands on it. Can Broc and Sonya get there before Deirdre?
Broc is a warrior with a fearsome god inside him who gives him special powers. When his god takes over his body, Broc has the ability to fly and find anyone who is missing. He sets out to find Sonya when she disappears from MacLeod Castle. Broc loves Sonya, but believes he is cursed. Every woman he ever loved died horribly. To protect Sonya, he tries to keep his distance from her. Sonya insists that she is not afraid of his curse. She wants him. She waited too long for him to notice her. Now that she knows that he wants her too, she sets out to make him surrender to their love. Deirdre has plans for Broc also. She wants control of his god and is willing to torture him until he agrees to her demands. Sonya is the perfect pawn for Deirdre to use against Broc. Can Broc keep Sonya safe?
In the sixth book of the Dark Sword series, Donna Grant exposes the hidden truth behind Broc's behavior toward Sonya. Fear keeps two people who are so much in love from being happy. When they finally give in to their feelings, the love explodes off the page. Deirdre needs Broc and must leave the safety of her lair in order to capture him. There are strange forces at work that will complicate everyone's plans. This book is the perfect introduction of Ms. Grant's spinoff series, Dark Warriors, which will take the warriors who have not found their lifemates and send them into the future. I cannot wait to find out what happens next.


Cut the vegetables into thin, rectangular strips about 0.5 cm wide x 9 cm long.
Salt and pepper both sides of the fish. Roll up the fillets from the heat and secure with a wooden cocktail stick. Place in the basket together with the vegetables. Dot small pieces of butter (50g) on the vegetables. Put the trivet in the base of pan and pour in 750 ml cold water. Rest the basket on top.
Use pressure level 1. close the lid and bring to full pressure. Cook for 4 minutes. Turn the pressure regulator to the steam release position or place the cooker under cold running water.
Open the lid immediately, remove the basket. Melt the remaining 75g butter and use to coat the vegetables and fish. Serve immediately. Sprinkle over the chopped chives.


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Recently I received a call on my landline. I usually only get landline calls from my parents, but it was a cold call from internet service provider (ISP) Slingshot wanting my flat to switch our telecommunication services to them.
Slingshot offered us two months free internet and landline telephone services if we switched, and tried to match the deal we have with our current provider.
We've had no issues with the customer service offered by Actrix, our current provider, and we're getting a relatively competitive internet and phone package. But I must admit that the thought of getting two months of free services is very tempting. It's always important to read the fine print regarding minimum contract length though.
It can also be worth asking your existing company to match their competitor's offer. This worked for me last time!
In our latest member survey of ISPs, Actrix scored substantially better for customer service than Slingshot. If they have similar plans but Slingshot is offering me two months free, is it worth taking a punt on Slingshot? I am always about getting the best value for money, but sometimes it can be better to pay a bit extra for quality service.
I have a similar situation with my bank at the moment. I switched from ANZ to Kiwibank about five years ago. Since moving to Kiwibank I have been impressed by their customer service and the lack of bank fees. The only glitch is having to queue up at NZ Post shops along with customers figuring out how much it costs to post parcels to Ecuador.
I was recently looking at transferring the balance on my credit card in order to get lower interest rates. Some companies, including ANZ, Kiwibank and Westpac, were offering low interest rates for a limited time if you transferred your debt to one of their cards. I ended up going to ANZ because its deal was best for my situation.
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Leopold Lahola (eigentlich Leopold Arje Friedman, auch Aryeh Lahola; * 30. Januar 1918 in Prešov; † 12. Januar 1968 in Bratislava) war ein slowakischer Dramatiker, Filmregisseur und Drehbuchautor.

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Lahola absolvierte das Gymnasium in Bratislava. Er studierte Philosophie an der Comenius-Universität Bratislava, doch durfte er sein Studium in der  Ersten Slowakischen Republik nicht abschließen. Er wurde als Soldat eingezogen und später im Arbeitslager in Nováky für slowakische Juden interniert. Nachdem das Lager aufgelöst worden war, beteiligte sich Lahola am Slowakischen Nationalaufstand. Nach Ende des Zweiten Weltkriegs war er Chefredakteur der Zeitschrift  Bojovník, deren Redaktion er bis 1946 leitete. Er schuf mehrere Bühnenwerke, die ab 1947 am Slowakischen Nationaltheater aufgeführt wurden. Nachdem das Stück Atentát 1949 auf harsche Kritik gestoßen war, übersiedelte er nach Israel, kehrte jedoch bald nach Europa zurück und lebte in der Bundesrepublik Deutschland als Regisseur und Drehbuchautor. Während der Dreharbeiten  in der Slowakei für den Film  Sladky cas Kalimagdory starb Lahola 1968 in Bratislava. In memoriam wurde ihm 1991 der Tomáš-Garrigue-Masaryk-Orden 3. Klasse verliehen.

Werke
 Posledná vec (Die letzte Sache), Erzählungen, 1968
  Ako jed škorpióna (Wie das Gift des Skorpions), Gedichte aus dem Nachlass, 1995

Theaterstücke
mit Jahr der Inszenierung
 1947: Bezvetrie v Zuele (Windstille in Zuela)
 1949: Atentát (Das Attentat)
 1949: Štyri strany sveta (Die vier Himmelsrichtungen)
 1967: Škvrny na slnku (Flecken auf der Sonne)
 1967: Infern

Filmografie
Drehbuch und Regie

 1961: Der Teufel spielte Balalaika
 1965: Duell vor Sonnenuntergang
 1967: Der Blinde (Fernsehspiel)
 1967: Prager Legende (Fernsehspiel)
 1968: Die süße Zeit mit Kalimagdora (Sladky cas Kalimagdory)

Regie
 1948: Biela tma
 1948: Návrat domov
 1948: Vlčie diery
 1948: Malá epizóda
 1951: Ir Ha'Ohelim (Kurzfilm)
 1952: Na každom kilometri
 1953: Stanové mesto

Drehbuch
 1948: Vlcie diery
 1959: Tri cetrtine sonca

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Literatur (20. Jahrhundert)
Filmregisseur
Drehbuchautor
Chefredakteur
Teilnehmer am Slowakischen Nationalaufstand
Träger des Tomáš-Garrigue-Masaryk-Ordens (3. Klasse)
Tschechoslowake
Geboren 1918
Gestorben 1968
Mann

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SINCE FIRST the dominion of men was asserted over the ocean, three thrones, of mark beyond all others, have been set upon its sands: the thrones of Tyre, Venice and Eng-land. Of the First of these great powers only the memory remains; of the Second, the ruins; the Third, which inherits their greatness, if it forget their example, may be led through prouder eminence to less pitied destruction.
Recently, after a day in my Kirkcaldy office, I got off the train at North Queens-ferry and walked up to where Gordon Brown's house views the Firth and an odd, tapering metal tower – the railway bridge, seen end-on. I remembered Fife sixty years ago, in the summer of 1949.
Then we were off to a family holiday at St Monance and as the train came out of the tunnel just below Brown's eyrie, there on the right was a one-off panorama, dripping with symbolism. Two battleships were in Inverkeithing Bay: the Nelson and the Rod-ney. The Nelson was still intact, the Rodney was a cadaver, down to its keel and bilges, its armour and guns chopped up and being loaded into railway trucks. Only five years earlier they had been hurling high explosive at the Atlantic Wall.
God of the nations be with us yet Lest we forget! lest we forget!
Brown was given to reading and quoting, and such connections would occur to him. Yet, like Kipling, he viewed the world through clouded sight – something that connected him to that other magus of Britishness: John Milton as Cromwell's secretary for foreign correspondence, during the closest union that the islands had ever known: Scotland under the solicitous, costly rule of the Major-Generals. If there are power people and feelings people there are also the musical and the mute, word people and eye people.
In traditional culture the bard was blind, spared from battle but kept on as historian, recorder, celebrant. Tom Nairn's squib on the beleaguered premier 'The Bard of Britishness' was well-aimed. Such deviations of the senses would, however, affect what Philip Larkin called the "myth-kitty", the overall interpretation and use of the national museum. They were not utterly predictable. Churchill's militarist obsessions were deflected by being a competent painter – expressionist, Mediterranean, ironic, a bit bohemian. Through Lloyd George, he knew William Orpen, Augustus John, Walter Sickert. Lloyd George, the most extraordinary and innovative of the lot, had a background utterly removed from British culture – he only started learning English at five – and a facility to co-opt the talented, wealthy, imaginative and downright devious. "Radical and Welsh home ruler" as Dod's Parliamentary Companion still described him in 1919, he had signed the cheques for battleships like those in Inverkeithing Bay and used them to destroy German militarism; though in so doing he wrecked the economy of his own Wales and Scotland, triggered the Soviet experiment, the Hitlerian reaction and the Armageddon of 1939-45.
Gordon Brown, as well as the matter of Britain, was the upshot of such experiment, conscious of some ideas and personalities, ignorant of others: perhaps a concentrated image of that parallel Victorian opportunity-predicament – that work and effort would be succeeded by entropy and exhaustion – particularly concentrated in Scotland by the generation of Kelvin and Clerk Maxwell.
Most ironically of all, Scotland was the country he had helped recall to political life in his Red Paper of 1975, that commenced the process which would ultimately distort and condemn his own career. The British Sonderweg would, at the end of the Brown years, prove as cadaver-like as the redundant dreadnoughts. His monument would be – irony moving towards black farce – two huge aircraft carriers, as useless as they were vulnerable, to be welded together in the Rosyth dockyard visible from the other side of the Queensferry promontory. Scotland's scarce stock of marine technicians would turn away from the North Sea's life-saving bounty of renewable power and carbon capture to "stuff the carcases" of the Queen Elizabeth and the Prince of Wales, cost five billions and counting: the Monarchs of Nowhere.
Resuming the politics of Scotland after thirty years – and getting off a bus or ferry meant asking myself 'when last here?' as some such distance opened up. Wordman Brown's literariness provided a perilous link between present and older, once resilient cultural unities, these days usually rendered by the near-meaningless word 'iconic'.
To return to such high-print-capitalist imagery was simultaneously consolatory and alarming. The last sight we had of that more toothsome EveryScot, Neil Oliver, at the end of the BBC's History of Scotland was of him stranded in another tract of stony rubbish, the scrubland that had been Ravenscraig Steelworks in Motherwell, as if waiting, not for national rebirth, but for Vladimir and Estragon to turn up, out of another post-protestant threnody, Beckett's Waiting For Godot.
And God himself a thousandfold, minding every road.
The poem and its translation preoccupied me; because it seemed relevant to part at least of the Brown disaster. Rilke's knight, starting out in the florid vocabulary of romanticism, ends like Eliot in his waste land: that thin chant of hope wiped out by a final, physical but also mental, negation.
Scotland from its earliest dealings on the international stage balanced its Europeanness against its own internal cohesion, what Ernest Gellner called its "strong" civil society: church, law, burghs, learning. Goethe and after him Herder read MacPherson's Ossian; Herder translated Burns, and Thomas Carlyle would publicise the whole Weimar galere, and German learning. Thomas Common of Corstorphine translated Nietzsche, William Archer of North Berwick Ibsen. Hugh MacDiarmid introduced Rilke to the British canon in the 1920s, following Eliot's borrowing from J G Frazer's Golden Bough and Herbert Grierson's 'Metaphysical Poets' essay of 1921. If anything Scots Europeanism had strengthened after 1707 as a means of balancing the Union. Now, 2010, post-millennium England seems to us continentals to have acquired the same sort of exotic archaism that pre-1745 Scotland presented to the Whig English in Scott's Waverley. Attempts to suggest a way out for the United Kingdom through the carpentry of constitutional and federal reconstruction had grounded on les barricades mysterieux, submerged cultural roads. Where now?
It was at this point that I found myself putting my own cultural geography into play, after thirty years of professing British and Irish Studies at the University of Tuebingen. To re-read Carlyle's Sartor Resartus: Diogenes Teufelsdroeckh of the Chair of Things in General at the University of Weissnichtwo, on the Philosophy of Clothes, was at least to get a bead on a model of our discontents, and perhaps a way forward.
Our cultural paradox seemed akin to what confronted Carlyle: the dominance of unsubtle Newtonian scientism, the replacement in religion of organisation over reverence, the breakdown of society into economic competition. And most agonisingly of all, the sense that one's own generation was responsible for the decline. For those of us who in the 1960s and 1970s bridged the end of the Gutenberg age and the experimental new media, every day had been Christmas: cheap literate paperbacks, Dennis Potter and John McGrath on the telly, adaptations of Sartre, Flaubert, Mann and Suedermann. Henry Miller at the Edin-burgh Literary Conference. Love's pleasures came with a new reading list: Kate Millett, Fay Weldon, Doris Lessing, Sheila Row-botham. Within months, there was the start of the Open University, and of the remarkable 1970s, something not conveyed in the taxidriverese of TV history – incessant strikes, unburied bodies, Maggie to the rescue, etc. – but stylish, independent, adaptable and, even on North Sea rigs, heroic. Scotland was poised to go somewhere new, and this poise was given a person in Gor-don Brown.
The 1980s were delusive, the 1990s pure loss. Brown thought he presided over a transforming "knowledge revolution" in British capitalism, but this problem child had mutated, matured, and incestuously impregnated its own offspring. Cultural capitalism elided the necessary boundary between cash return and moral discrimination. Carlyle's "demon of mechanism" reappeared to impose a similar comprehensive agenda: everyone made to follow a syncopated Cool Britannic agenda – the new art galleries, the literary competitions, the book-to-jazz fests became Darwinian processes to select 'Number One Best Seller' winners, driven by the potency of profit; while outside the shrinking boundaries of the State of Gutenberg, the crazy plot-lines of the soaps merged with the even crazier variants of reality TV. 'Reality' and 'iconic' joined 'celebrated' in the supermarket dump-bucket.
The pabulum of Brown's youth, say the original Doctor Finlay's Casebook adapted from A J Cronin in the 1960s, had been Ibsen and water. The Scots Catholic panel doctor had after all inspired the young Aneurin Bevan in Tredegar. Forty years on, to watch Monarch of the Glen, based on another good-read author of the 1930s, the nationalist Compton Mackenzie, was to be force-fed with tablet. Ukania's "cultural capitalism" had quite different criteria from the busyness of the Scots 1980s: Gray, Kel-man, Byrne et al., but Scots were apt learners of the argot. A fricative intellectual scene in the 1980s was sharply grossed up by the big booksheds into the 'Number One Best Seller' show, with J K Rowling co-opted as the Scots ubernovelist – and bankroller of Brown – because she was rolling in geld. Scotland had become a brand, and the brand was sales.
Parody was a control on this sort of thing. Someone mentioned recently the absence of any Scots cartoonist, akin to Carl Giles or Osbert Lancaster in the English past, or Bud Neill in the 1950s, created their reflectively manic private worlds. There was a useful Edinburgh guerrilla in Frank Boyle of the Evening News, but he didn't empathise much with his feral shell-suits and hadn't yet the cumulative subversion Posy Simmonds directed at Metrolit in Literary Life or Tamara Drewe. In the first, a slightly foxed critic at a party slurs over the girl with the canapés: "You're so beautiful, you ought to be a novelist." In Drewe, a nasty rock drummer slags off the put-upon heroine's rustic litterateurs: "a bunch of deadbeats in elasticated waistbands". Ouch.
We are in Tom Nairn's Necrosis Country. Almost literally. Holyrood got two million hits on Google; Grand Theft Auto IV 87 million. The mayhem of its screenplays made Hobbes' State of Nature look paradisiac, while our political party world seemed as abstracted from their version of reality as Alasdair Gray's 'Institute' in Lanark. Politics seemed no country for young men. Hardly anyone under 26 featured in them, outside the spads and gofers who revolved around the leaderships. At the last count St Andrews Nationalist Students numbered three, and this had been the nursery of Alex Salmond. Had Yoof downsized its reading to invest digitally? Maybe, though no-one had actually worked out the economics of this. Balancing my own online enlightenment against expenditure made me look like a one-man version of Fred Goodwin's finest hour. Our ignorance of foreign languages, by now engrained, seemed to have spread to the native tongue. From time to time letters about complex subjects would arrive, even from authoritative bodies, whose meaning thanks to wayward syntax was anyone's guess. Yoof faced huge challenges, particularly from its bosses: us. e baby-boomers had taken early retirement and expected the youngsters to work and save on our behalf -while presenting no reassuring role models.
BRITAIN was white-shrouded for the New Year satellites. On the box a blechlawine (tin-avalanche) of winking headlights supposedly reassured as some commuters headed home; but for how long? The economics of oil say it will run out before I do. The $10 barrel was in 1999 and it wouldn't be back. The world's new fields were in perilous places: Indonesia, Vietnam, the Caspian, Venezuela. Jaggy graphs showed ahead, each rise bigger than the last. The $300 dollar barrel by 2030? Our current political economy of transport offered, instead of apprehension, J K Galbraith's vacuous "culture of contentment" with long fallow spells spent at the wheel, while bikes made you fit and small computers made buses into offices. The bill, when it came, couldn't be met.
I found that Broonland, my study of Gor-don Brown's economics, was pervaded by the sense of an ending. But whose ending?
Friends hoped my short political career would be influential and, though agnostic about my capabilities, I could sense, with the SNP government, a political drama into which my experience might fit, despite the inevitable public embarrassments when lecture-theatre and tabloid collided. The euphoria of gaining one's way street by street contrasted with specific policy debates: not just about Scottish government business but anent the foregoing 'Matter of Britain'. A historian who has been a political participant may be over-prone to metatheories of social change. The problem comes when these must be related to personal situations, individual capabilities.
The personal element came from going into politics deliberately and out of loss: of many friends and my wife. I first visited Holyrood only days after Virginia's funeral and, prompted by lines out of R S Thomas – "those great glass towers which are laboratories of the spirit" – saw that it might give me the chance to take risks about a foreseen crisis. A fortnight before, V had been sitting up in bed – something out of Anglo-Irish stoicism and Buddhist practice made her an undemanding invalid – reading Trollope's The Duke's Children, which starts with Lady Glencora's death and Omnium's desolation but ends with him at about fifty joining a Liberal government in an advisory role. When Alex Salmond made contact we seemed in for an upheaval. I might be able to map it for the benefit of others, as a contribution from those to whom I stood as trustee.
Set against a continuously absorbing life: the Borders, Edinburgh, Oxbridge, London, boats and railways, the Open University, broadcasting, Germany, France, etc., and being able to experiment in teaching and writing through the OU and the German seminar system, was a circle halved by death. Not in any epidemic, predictable way, but from cancer, thrombosis, alcohol, suicide; the self-neglect of folk committed to ideas and politics. In 2007 the economic crisis came, which would bring the action before me, early every Wednesday, on the Economy, Energy and Tourism Committee. I found I had got there before the others; a critique of Gordon Brown's economics being carried in the Guardian in May 2004. This in turn had been affected by Tuebingen seminars on political fiction in which economics students pointed out flaws in 'light touch regulation' which added up to what would later become known as 'moral hazard'. A book which had come out in the same year as Brown's Red Paper, John Mack and Hans-Juergen Kerner's The Crime Industry (1975) argued that computers, globalisation and tax havens would blur the line between "robust business practice" and outright criminality. The space between them would be filled by various difficult-to-regulate-or-prosecute operations, up to and including substantial frauds, along with energetic money-laundering from the proceeds of international villainy: arms-and-people-smuggling, counterfeiting, and of course drugs.
My economics students were now increasingly alienated from a mathematical approach, which filleted the discipline of any social content. It proved quite easy to enlist them as fellow researchers: we had an impressive case in the next town, Reutlin-gen, where the boss of Willy Betz, Europe's biggest road haulier, faced fraud, bribery and coercion charges running into several million Euros. By the time I came to contest Kirkcaldy the dot.bomb scandals in Britain were succeeded by the still uninvestigated Farepak failure, occasioned by an HBOS foreclosure: the first sign of something bigger falling apart. Even so the dimensions of the crash when it came, in autumn 2008, were overwhelming – not only to us, we soon discovered, but to most of Edinburgh's financial community. Even in early 2010, the front line between the new plutocracy of 'kleptocrat bankers' and the public interest is only now becoming distinct. An earlier, more politicised, generation would not have taken so long to react: something sketched in two books by the BBC commentator Misha Glenny. In The Rebirth of History (1999) the new order in East Europe was heroically democratic, led by dramatists and samizdat journalists. In McMafia (2008) the change was down to the sharp-eyed, cash-seeking spawn of the nomenklatura backed up by redundant thugs from the secret police.
THE problem about Scottish and British political writing was not just that economics had gone asocial, but that historians and political scientists didn't talk to one another, let alone to cultural interpreters. A crisis provoked by the mathematical, mega-nerd, deformities of the Chicago school, was unforeseen and hence uninsured against. Satire on the public service had denoted the novels of C P Snow and William Cooper, and in a more farcical sense Yes, Minister. But by the 1990s their objective correlative – power stations and new towns and motorways – had vanished from the public sector and business of statecraft, replaced by the statistical entrails of polls and house prices, degenerating to peak viewing figures and the votes for reality TV contestants.
Perhaps Yeats got the symbolism from John Buchan, whose story 'The Watcher by the Threshhold' has a Scots laird haunted by Emperor Justinian. Tyrant in a city foetid with intrigue, he was also the restorer of empire, church-builder, founder of civil law. Yeats' Byzantium is a totality and an epoch.
An interest in Yeats' 'System' may be as suspect as populism, although it is little different from other Conservative cosmologies. Yeats saw the migration of worship from Greece to Constantinople as the end of his classic cycle, the beginning of law. At Olympia in the workshop of Pheidias, the Chryselephantine Zeus, his image of civilization, had been fashioned; it was captured and transported around 600 AD. The point about that surviving huge and unglamorous shed was that it was built to carry an overhead crane along its length: transporting parts – stone, ivory, crystal, gold – from the craftsmen's workshops to the great statue. It was the first erecting shop, of a type multiplied along the Clyde in the nineteenth century. Which we thought until months ago we could do without.
Tom Gallagher got Salmond wrong; yet suggested that a more subtle decoding of complex symbolism could enable resilient national conversations. Carlyle, Buchan, Yeats and after him Salmond seemed to pace along the same path: trying to break out of a cyclic history, presently voiced by the doomed British state, concerned to explore the psychological truths behind religious and political systems, broadly defined. Such notions, of being able to move in and out of historical epochs, are not dilettantism but present on one hand images of ease and recuperation, and on the other maps of unexplored and potentially troublesome history.
Again one came back to Carlyle's Sartor Resartus. Amazed, of course, how anyone got through this cocktail of German Sturm und Drang and Calvinist sermon, but then dragged along by its sheer energy and insight. The 'Everlasting Yea' is knowledge smashing into the formulae of authority. Diogenes Teufelsdröckh's "philosophy of clothes" is sociology without obscurantism, an exhilarating debate between 'commonsense' philosophy's general rules and the panoramas of boundless self-education. Out of it comes the injunction: in a crisis like the present, don't retreat into the habitual and quantifiable, which are discredited any way, but use the energy you reap from its chaos and new means of transmission to seek out pragmatic general theories and diffuse them.
In Carlyle there was a democratic kernel, nurtured in the wilds of Dumfriesshire, that he couldn't ultimately live up to, so terrifying was the ambition and energy required. But it was infective: as if he combined with Burns to compass the achievement of William Blake – lyric inspiration and complex world-philosophy. Carlyle's goal was something like Max Weber's verstehen: a charting of possible futures, and global in its conspectus: His 'Hero as Prophet' in 1841 wasn't Knox or even Luther but Mahomet. Timely, since coping with the last has been a task the technically-advanced West tried to filter through troops, money, febrile post-industrial social relationships and a media, broadsheet as much as tabloid, far gone in escapism.
What Carlyle had conveyed was the centrality of social science, and the multiplicity and interchangeability of cultural codes. It was better to hold matters together in a general forum, of practical and immediate value, than to allow them to drift apart into mumbo-jumbo and arcane specialism. On the other hand, it involved stripping the Scots of the comfort they derived from a largely confected nationality. 'The Condition of England' was the necessary reduction of the UK to its majority component, and ultimately Carlyle gave up on it. But out of his vast learning there emerged an alternative destination for Scotland: its institutions as part of a humane internationalism.
This ranged from 'the Gods of the copybook headings' – a proposition as unpopular among Victorian politicians as among any of their successors. 'Two and two make five' is not from 1984 but from Anthony Trol-lope, bequeathed via Kipling to Orwell. All institutions compel. To act like Truffaut's book-people was to keep a dialogue alive, and if it was livelier outside Scotland, to connect with it.
There was the balance of public and private, home and abroad, literary and visual. Last year John Byrne's Tutti Frutti, first shown in 1987, was resurrected on DVD. This had taken over twenty-three years, a whole generation, for the BBC to do. Was Scotland all that different from England? Yes. Converting procrastination into life support/art form: as in German faculty life when the agenda dries up, preserve tedium by revising the examination statutes.
But back to Byrne and the Majestics. Bomba peers round the B & B door "What are you lot watching? Christ… Postman Pat in Gaelic!" To reappear an hour later, asking "What happened?" Indeed what has happened since 1987? At 9 am Pat and cat are still incomprehensible, though in real life declared redundant. The Gaelic-speaking population has dwindled further. But the bureaucracies have continued to grow, inside and outside the state system. What remains of the public service? What fraction of our conscience and initiative does its oligarchy consume? What use can culture be in springing it?
Where there might have been dialectic, there was instead too much information to digest or properly edit, except through the random, hazardous strategies of flyting and the dialogues of the Edinburgh pubs. Angus Calder, our greatest historian and a fine critic and poet, showed alcohol was, as ever, the worst of masters. William Boyd got on the trail of the Scots and film culture in his novel The New Confessions (1987) with an innovatory link to the world of John Grierson and Sandy Mackendrick – the transposing of vastness and intimacy – which Scotland can and must manage, but then seems to have stalled. The importance of national myths ought to be, since they are wide-ranging enough – religious, aesthetic, scholarly, historical – to slap laziness and impose good behaviour. Otherwise the cockroach-like survivor will be post-modern irony, twittering and tweeting.
My own inclination at 65 would be to modulate to painting, long neglected, and a poetry akin to Brahms Ernst Gesaenge, which he wrote for himself. But my material had been about huge forces: universities, constitutions, steelworks, railways, oil rigs, ocean liners, all the apparatus on view at North Queensferry. If I set out to explain what all this did to each other and to us, who used them profligately but now have little to show for it, why stop?
Metrolit's audience, however, was addressed by mass-artists, sometimes conjured into weird popularity by the political endorsement of "being seen on the telly': William Hague on William Pitt, Fionn Hague on David Lloyd George, making millions, adding nothing new. I got the bum's rush from the Edinburgh Book Festival in 2004, after having impudently suggested that it was Waterstone's, only bigger. Various members of our literaturist establishment wrote to the Scotsman, vociferous in condemnation if limited in literary production. At the end of that road are the trophy historians Niall Ferguson and Simon Schama, 'War' weighing down Waterstone's shelves, and dinner with the Browns. Enough.
Such an establishment depends on an oligarchy pre-empting political power, possessing the sitzfleisch of the bureaucracy, and the mastery of over-large governmental units. Just as we need new and responsible finance capital, we need sheltering institutions bridging the arts and society, which will tend this fragile country as his friends looked after Angus Calder. Something local, that cannot coexist with the loutish extremities of wealth encouraged by recent orthodoxies and oligarchies.
AND so to an agenda, but one in which moderately-priced reforms, achievable within the present system, demand compensatory savings and an ecologically-minded framework.
Anticipate the approach of Peak Oil, and set in motion plans for a radical restructuring of fuel demand, diminishing transport's dependence on oil drastically and safeguarding our informational/media resources, powered by high-efficiency means. Audit our need for complex financial products and associated structures, instead prioritising 'narrow' banking (state bank plus local savings banks) and housing funding for high thermal efficiency (reviving building societies). Introduce universal social service for eighteen-year-olds, using the gains from this to subsidise higher education, shifting it from Adam Smith's "rental occupations" (law, public relations, which themselves have displaced the humanities) to the technologies we need to survive. Create an economy based on the valuation of carbon, positive in terms of energy delivered, negative in deterring carbon foot-printing. Increase the voluntary element in local government, by the creation of 'energy and environment boards' at small-town, city-district and region level.
This was what I believed in when, after the debacle of the 1979 referendum, I left for Germany: and it was justified by what met me: the strength of the old traditions of lehrfreiheit and lernfreiheit: freedom of the academic to teach and the student to learn. For me this worked, in a way which the students matched – though unreflected in Ger-man faculty organisation, which remained, and alas remains, paralytic. Carlyle's resource was the scholar's ambition, something which welled up "frae unplumbed depths" as MacDiarmid put it. This drive to systematise and poeticise knowledge contrasted with the myopic over-specialisation too common in today's Scotland. It went back to the philosophical first year of the Scots university tradition, something that sits well with the advances of modern digital learning and editing, and must return.
Against this? Here I misjudged. Back in 1977 in the first edition of Scotland and Nationalism I assumed that a specialist elite, the group to which Red Paper Gordon Brown belonged, could with devolution become a benign power elite. This was too simple. Power could continue to deal and pay without bothering to diffuse a democratic enlightenment; those worried about it could weigh up the risks and be of use elsewhere. Out of that experience I can help, but it will be up to others to build up continuing action.
That blast is the breath of life to me. That blast comes to me like a greeting from subject spirits. I seem to touch them, the prisoned millions; I can see the veins of metal stretch out their winding, branching, luring arms to me … You begged to be liberated and I tried to free you. But my strength failed me; and the treasure sank back into the deep again.


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ERSKINE CHILDERS: FOURTH PRESIDENT OF IRELAND
Erskine Hamilton Childers was bon in 1905. He served as President of Irelan from 1973 to 1974, was an elected TD (member of the Irish parliament), served as a Minister in severl aGovernment Departments and was appointed Tanaiste (deputy Prime Minister) in 1969. His father was Robert Erskine Childers who was a leading Irish Republican who was executed during the Irish Civil War. He was the author of the espionage thriller 'The Riddle of the Sands'.
Erskine CHilders was born in London to a Portestant family from WIcklow in Ireland. After the First World War his fmaily moved back to Wicklow. His fathers ancestry was Irish while his mother, Mary Alden Childers was from Boston whose fmaily had arrived in America on the Mayflower. Togetehr they were ardent opponents of the Anglo-Irish Treaty which partitioned miuch of Ulster from the rest of Ireland. They were stringent Republicans. Childrs was educatd at Cambridge and was only 16 years of age when his father was executed by the new Free State Government, on charges relating to gun possession. After he graduated from College he worked for a time in Paris beofre taking up a position on Emaon deValera's newspaper 'The Irish Press' in 1931. IN 1938 he was elected to the Irish Parliament for the first time. He served as the Minister for Posts and Telegraphs in 1951 Minister for Lands in 1957 and as Minister for Health in the Jack Lynhc Government , becoming Tanaiste in 1969. He was an outspoken critic of Charkles Haughey in the aftermath of the 'Arms Crisis' when Haughey was accused of attempting to import arms for the Provisional IRA, a charge he was later acquitred of. He was nominated for President by Eamon deValkera who pressured the then Taiseach Jack Lynch to put him forward as the Fianna Fail candidate. having been educate din ENgland and a Protestant he was not exected to defeat teh Fine Gael candidate Tom O'Higgins who had only narrowly been defeated by deValera in the 1966 Presidential election. Despite these appartnet disadvantages he campaigned with vigour, demonstrating his wide popularity and support and won the Presidentcy by a small margin, in a big political upset. a breif pe
The increased awareness in national identity that culminated in the Easter Rising in 1916 and the subsequent War of Independence and eventual declaration of an Irish Republic can be traced to events in the second half of the nineteenth century. The formation of the Gaelic League by Douglas Hyde was crucial in the promotion of the idea of an independent Irish nation. Many of the iconic Irish nationalist leaders that were later to shape the course of Irish history formed their nationalistic philosophies during their membership of the Gaelic League. Pearse, DeValera and Collins were all members. Hyde later became discontent with the increasing political bent that the League was displaying and resigned the presidency of the organisation he had founded in 1915. He had no political affiliation either with the Home Rule movement or Sinn Fein.
He accepted a position in Seanad Eireann (the appointed Senate) but later lost the post when an election was held. It is believed that the fact that he was a Protestant counted against him, although false allegations that he supported divorce must also have damaged his chances. He returned to academic studies and became Professor of Irish at UCD.
Despite having retired some years earlier Eamon DeValera appointed Douglas Hyde once more to Seanad Eireann. His stay in the Senate was again short-lived but this time it was because greater office beckoned. DeValera and the opposition leader W.T. Cosgrove agreed that Hyde should become the first President of Ireland. Both of these leaders wanted to prove that the 'new' Ireland could be inclusive and the appointment of a Protestant would certainly demonstrate this. Recognition for the years of service Hyde had given to the Irish people through his tenure as president of the Gaelic League was also a factor. In 1938 he became the first President of Ireland and settled into Aras an Uachtarain in the Phoenix Park, which has remained the home of all Irish Presidents ever since.
Hyde was a popular President with the US President Roosevelt calling him 'a fine and scholarly old gentleman'. He suffered a massive stroke in 1940 and it appeared his demise was near. He recovered however and, although wheelchair bound, continued his presidential duties for another 5 years.
He left office in 1945 but continued to live in the Phoenix Park until his death in 1949. He was granted a state funeral and was buried in his native Roscommon.
His contribution to the cause of the Irish language, history, music and literature cannot be overstated with W. B. Yeats proclaiming him as the source of the Irish literary renaissance which continues to this day.
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Tetra Tech in industry joint venture to support Dounreay nuclear decommissioning
Tetra Tech, as part of a four-way joint venture, has been appointed to support a major, multi-million-pound decommissioning services framework for Dounreay Site Restoration Limited (DSRL) at the Dounreay nuclear site in Scotland.
The joint venture, known as Nuclear Decommissioning Ltd (NDL), includes Tetra Tech, Shepley Engineers Ltd, REACT Engineering, and James Fisher Nuclear Ltd. Together, NDL will support clean-up and demolition of Britain's former centre of fast reactor research and development.
The NDL Partners have worked together for many years, delivering successful decommissioning projects. For Dounreay the partnership will contribute a range of multidisciplinary services to make the site safe; from civil and structural engineering to design, architecture, project management, and more.
The framework will run for four years initially with the option of a three-year extension. NDL is expected to commence work on-site before the start of summer this year.
Dounreay was the UK's centre of fast reactor research and development for 60 years and is the home of three reactors and supporting facilities, including reprocessing plants. As one of the most complex nuclear site closure projects in Europe, it marks a major hazard reduction milestone for the Nuclear Decommissioning Authority's (NDA) nationwide efforts to return its sites to public use.
Andy Gillespie, NDL director and Tetra Tech group commercial director commented: "We've been working with our partners from NDL for many years and have successfully delivered decommissioning works at other nuclear sites in the UK including Sellafield. Together, as a group, we provide a depth of experience that will be invaluable at Dounreay. This expertise and ability to operate in a collaborative way will allow us to work with the local supply chain to deliver a wide range of decommissioning work."
"NDL Spokesman" Paul Read, managing director of James Fisher Nuclear, said: "This marks a strategic commitment by NDL to the future of the Caithness and Sutherland area. We are very proud to have a strong track record of delivery in accelerated decommissioning within the NDA Estate and investing in local skills. The team at NDL is looking forward to exploring opportunities to bring our expertise to the Dounreay site."


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"A strong woman knows she has strength enough for the journey, but a woman of strength knows it is on the journey that she will become strong"
I knew there was some thing important I've got to figure out from there. Both women are fighters. Both will not back down, both will be winners. But the strong woman will burn out, and the woman of strength will get stronger from the journey.
Who would you choose to be? Strong woman or woman of strength? Same thing?