This buns are specially baked for my darling husband because he loves dinner rolls, it is not just for dinner but he can eat these little buns together with his meals anytime of the day.
Like the name says, these dinner rolls are very buttery and the texture is soft and fluffy. It is so soft and yummy that my darling son already eaten two of these buns!
Baking has never been this easy all thanks to my collection of kitchen gadgets, a handy bread maker and the amazing Philips AirFryer. All working together to create this yummy dinner rolls.
Divide dough into 22 portions and form into balls which are round. Put them in the AirFryer basket that has been lined with baking sheet and slightly oiled on the edges of the basket.
AirBake these buns at 160°C for 13-15 minutes, or until golden brown. As for the second batch, I've changed the temperature to 150°C with the same baking time - buns have lighter colors compare to the first batch.
Brush some melted butter on the buns once it is done baking.
Wish like all recipes use the Fahrenheit for oven or air fryer temp, this recipe used C instead of F. Wish I did not take it for granted and used 180 F as that WAS THE LOWEST ON MY AIRFRYER till I realized that it's just not right and then YES saw my mistake. Adjusted the temp to 350 F, waiting for results!
OK they are done, out of the air fryer and look great, taste is great softness is amazing but the base is not browned as it happens in the oven.I did use the parchment paper sprayed with Pam.They are great Thanks for the recipe. Am glad I caught on to my oversight, the temperature mistake.
Just wanna say thank you so much for your recipe! Had to half it cause my breadmaker is a small one :) but your bun dough recipe is awesome and I made into ham cheese bun, choc chip bun, whatever my family prefers and in the baking tray I can have like 9 different bun varieties hahaha! Thanks so much!
How much butter, I can not find what 114gn converts to.
I need all ounces or spoonfuls etc, sorry.
Yes, I would like the recipe converted to. You have cups of milk but gms of flour. I need cups, teaspoons etc.
Just weigh the food. It's not hard. Put the bowl in the scale, zero it, put ingredient in zero it, add next ingredient, zero it so on so forth. All of us who cook have kitchen scales. Otherwise this recipe probably isn't for you. Google another.
You say to divide into 22 ball, but I only see 9 balls in the airfryer. Do you do these in batches?
Jane, use Google to convert grams to ounces. Enjoy!
Without a bread maker, tho I just make a simple dough with Pugh hooks on a stand mixer?
Butter comes out to about 1/2 cup. Sugar about 1/4 cup. Bread flour about 2 1/4 cups. The temps in Fahrenheit are about 300 and 325 degrees respectively. I just Googled the conversions. Hope this helps.
Quick question,because the basket is already pulled out to line all the buns for proofing, can we preheat the airfryer without basket inside? Wouldn't it be like leaving the oven door open while preheating?
I made these today. They were easy to make. Mine weren't as pretty as the picture, but my family loved them.
I don't have a bread machine. How would you suggest I go about 'mixing' this up without one? Should I throw everything together as though it was going in a bread machine anyway?


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Helping water utilities invest where it matters most for fish.
The Willamette Valley is home to two-thirds of Oregon's population and over thirty species of native fish, including endangered Chinook salmon and steelhead trout. Every natural and human community in the valley relies on the Willamette River to provide plentiful, clean, and cool water. Federal and state requirements protect fish that need cold water as they travel upstream from the ocean to spawn. That can mean costly investments for the facilities that process warm water from homes and businesses before releasing it back into the river. We're helping utilities, regulators, and conservation groups make sure those investments in improving water temperature in the Willamette River can go where fish need them most. And, in this case, what's best for fish also costs less for utilities and ratepayers.
Like many big rivers, the Willamette is heating up, and that's bad for salmon and cutthroat trout, the Northwest's most iconic fish species.
The good news is that we know what we need to do. Big, slow, rivers like the main stem of the Willamette have always been warmer than these migratory fish prefer, but that's okay if they can find pockets of cold water to take breaks. These riverine rest stops are known as "cold water refugia," and they are associated with the natural processes of a natural and dynamic river system. And the restoration community has a lot of practice restoring natural processes of rivers like cold water refugia, thanks in part to great support from the Willamette River Initiative these last 9 years.
If water utilities could invest in restoration to meet their permit obligations around water temperature, they could save money and millions of dollars could flow to restoring cold water for native fish in a resilient Willamette River.
The wastewater treatment and industrial facilities that process our warm water have Clean Water Act permits that restrict what they can send back to the river. One such requirement could be restrictions on how warm the water released can be, which is measured by "thermal loads" or the units of heat energy that change water temperature. Under current policies, the conventional option for most wastewater utilities to meet their thermal load limit is often to install a multimillion-dollar chiller (think: giant cooling tower), despite massive costs to ratepayers and minimal benefit to fish.
So, why can't we invest in restoration projects that cost less and do a better job a cooling the river to meet these regulations instead? The short answer is there are lawsuits still getting settled, questions around the best path forward legally and scientifically, and a lot of partners that need to agree.
There is an opportunity to build on the momentum of the Willamette River Initiative as it wraps up and to fund the next decade of restoration in Western Oregon's biggest river. The Association of Clean Water Agencies, Willamette Partnership, and other partners are working to make the right choice the easy choice so that utilities across the valley can save ratepayer dollars on Clean Water Act compliance and contribute to the restoration of cold water for native fish. Willamette Partnership's job is to build momentum and consensus around a path forward to make restoration for regulatory compliance possible.
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Sorry, looks like just another FPS. I'm really tired of these.
Destiny, the world's most expensive video game, cost £300 million to make | Mail Online.
Give me a good space sim game that I can use with my Saitek HOTAS stick and throttle and you will get my money. Let's reboot the Wing Commander or Freespace franchises.
Even better, how about modernizing Independence War. It had the best flight and combat system of them all. Full Newtonian physics! Give us that, and 000hhhhhhh! make it multiplayer. AWESOME!
Wouldn't mind seeing something new in the Mech Warrior world, either.
Hmmm… Another Wii U hit piece by a supposed Nintendo fan?
Ok… I'm really getting more than a little annoyed with the dumping on the Wii U. It's the #2 next-gen console after PS/4 and has a significant lead over Xbox One. And let's be honest… if Wii U is on life support, then by that standard XB1 was dead on arrival.
When I look at the racks at the store, I see row upon row of Wii U games. Not to mention all the Wii games. Maybe 1/3 case of XB1 games and 1/2 case of PS/4 games. It honestly seems like there's too many arm chair quarterbacks who have their collective knickers in a wad in *wanting* Wii U to fail.
As far as people rushing to by ANY console… it's just not going to happen. In this economy people are buying to replace an existing console, not simply to keep up with the newest toy. It's not just Nintendo who's sales are down. Look at the backpedaling Microsoft is doing to try and get people to buy. That argument is a straw man.
So far, I've not regretted at all choosing Wii U over XB1 or even PS/4. The range of genres on it is by far the most complete. We can play Mario, the Lego games, or you choice of FPS like Call of Duty. No… Grand Theft Auto is not on it. I consider that a good thing.
So what are you thoughts? Especially if you have a Wii U? Are you still glad you have the system? What games/features are your favorite?
Ok, iPad users. Many of you know I have strongly supporting the DataViz product Documents To Go as the best office suite available for your device. They have recently updated to a version 5 release.
From everything I've seen, you will loose a lot of capabilities. Cloud access is broken. If you have purchased the Premium upgrade, there are problems in restoring you Premium status. I've seen reports of numerous other problems.
This is particularly disappointing because the products greatest strengths have been it's compatibility with MS office. No other – not even QuickOffice – comes close and it's ability to handle larger documents. I was really looking forward to seeing the improved presentation support.
The most essential accessory for making the iPad a serious productivity device is undoubtedly a good keyboard. Apple did not even consider support for a keyboard initially and "pooh-poohed" the idea that anyone would want one. In spite of their original disdain for a keyboard, even Apple got on that bandwagon with both their Apple Wireless Keyboard and their Keyboard Dock for the iPad, though the latter is (understandably) discontinued.
My History For this review, I'm going to assume that the reader already recognized the value of a keyboard with their iPad.
Keyboards are something I have long been very picky about. I will probably write a full post on my history and preferences with keyboards, but let's just leave it at I cannot afford to skimp on quality where keyboards or mice are concerned. Just so you have a reference for this article, my keyboard at home and work is the current version of the original Model M buckling spring mechanical keyboard.
The Apple Wireless Keyboard is not an iPad specific keyboard, though Apple advertises it with the iPad accessories. It has been my primary work desk keyboard for my iPad for some time. For as small as it is, it has a surprisingly good action and is easy to type on. Moreover, it is a full-size keyboard which is good for my large hands.
However, this keyboard doesn't travel well. The power switch is an easily triggered button on the side. For some bad luck reason, when it gets turned on by accident in my bag, it seems the next key to get pressed is always the multimedia Play button. When I nearly wreck the car when the power chords from Bat Out of Hell came blaring out of my mini case, I realized it was time to find something more travel friendly.
This led me to the Belkin iPad Keyboard. It was reasonably priced, full sized and had a physical switch on the bottom. The only downside of it was that it was not terribly durable. I took about one year of serious daily use to wear it out. Numerous letters either skip or go into auto-repeat. Far beyond the "double type" problem inherent in all Bluetooth keyboards. As a result, I was back in the keyboard market.
There are a few things that I consider absolutely essential in an iPad keyboard. First, it has to be a full-sized key layout. I am a reasonable speed touch typist of about 60 wpm and the keyboard needs to let me at least be in the ballpark.
Second, it has to be highly transportable. I prefer a keyboard small and light enough that I can put in my bag with my iPad when I need it and leave it behind when I don't. Third and latest, it has to have a mechanical on/off switch that will not get triggered accidentally. No more surprise power chords.
Other preferences that I would prefer are things like comfortable key travel, a good tactile response, indicator lights and a selection of iPad specific control keys. However, these are all subject to tradeoff to give the best typing experience.
Those requirements immediately ruled out the most common type of iPad keyboard – the keyboard case. I honestly don't understand why anyone other than a "hunt-and-peck" typist would ever want one of those. They are cramped and anything more than a short email becomes very uncomfortable rather quickly.
It also ruled out a full size Bluetooth keyboard. Now I do have to clarify what I mean when I say "Full Size." regarding the keyboard. By that I only mean that the QWERTY layout has to match that of a traditional keyboard in size and spacing. I am not referring to the physical size of the keyboard itself. I am also not referring to, or requiring, items like function keys or a numeric keypad.
Obviously, these requirement very quickly ruled out much of the field. As I said earlier, the market is dominated by keyboard cases using miniaturized layouts. My choices ended up surprisingly to be what you would expect to see for a traditional desktop keyboard vendor: Apple, Logitech and Microsoft.
The Apple keyboard is one I already have and as noted, it is an excellent keyboard. The power button issue I mentioned, however, makes it undesirable for easy transport.
Microsoft has three keyboards that fit my criteria. These are the Arc keyboard, the Sculpt mobile keyboard and the Wedge mobile keyboard. The Arc came in just a bit larger than I liked and I really didn't care for the key action. However, I was quite content with the Sculpt and Wedge. What ultimately ruled them out for me was that they were very Windows focused. Microsoft has thrown their entire business venture into making the new paradigm for Windows a success, and that includes their hardware. While technically compatible with the iPad, the Windows focus takes away from the attractiveness.
In addition to their keyboard cases, Logitech has two keyboards that fit my selection criteria; the Bluetooth Illuminated Keyboard and the Tablet Keyboard for iPad. Both keyboards have very similar key action and layout. There are three primary differences. The first is that the Illuminated Keyboard has multiconnect capability. It can pair to three different devices. The second is that the Illuminated Keyboard is USB rechargeable while the Tablet Keyboard is AAA battery powered. Finally, there is a huge difference in price. The Illuminated Keyboard will run about $100 while the Tablet keyboard can be found for $50.
Due to the similar typing experience and the much cheaper price, I went with the Logitech Tablet Keyboard for iPad.
The first and most important question on any keyboard is "How does it type?" After about 3 months of use, I think I can answer that question. I am typing this review right now on this keyboard. While no rubber dome based keyboard will allow me to type as fast as my mechanical switch keyboard, I am certainly typing as fast as any other rubber dome commercial keyboard whether intended for tablet or PC. I would estimate I'm clocking in at around 50 WPM based on previous experience. That's about right for me on a decent keyboard and far better than what I get on the typical miniaturized layout.
The keys have good feeling travel, though only 2mm rather than the 4mm of my mechanical keyboard. That's not uncommon and certainly not a detriment. In spite of the short travel, the keys have a very distinct tactile response when the key registers. Better than the Apple keyboard in my opinion. The keys also have a satisfying – albeit – quiet click to them. For me that is a definite plus. It is a very comfortable keyboard for touch typing.
While the keyboard is rather flat, it does have a slight tilt, thanks to the battery compartment. Just enough for comfort, though as with all such keyboards, I would have liked a bit more. The keys themselves also have just a bit of curvature to the surface. It's very hard to see, but the fingers certainly know it is there. This is a very subtle but important assist in touch typing.
One of the reasons for my pickiness about keyboards is that I've had some history of repetitive strain issues. Keyboards have played a big role and I've found that the quickest way for me to get aching wrist is to type on a poor keyboard for an extended period. Ergonomic design has certainly helped, but I've found the most effective solution has been in the keyboard action. I can type on the Tablet keyboard for a few hours at a time with periodic short breaks. Even though the travel is only 2mm, I still don't get the feel of hard impact and bottoming out that I do on most non-mechanical switched keyboards. The only other such keyboard I've been able to say this about has been the Apple.
Physically the keyboard measures 11.3″ by 5.12″ and is 0.62″ thick. It weigh just over 14 oz. It is powered by four (yes, four) AAA batteries, which come with the keyboard and account for much of the weight. I cannot comment on battery life, because after three months, I'm still on the original batteries. Draw your own conclusions.
The most obvious difference from a desktop keyboard is that there is not a Function Key row. Since this keyboard is intended for the iPad, that is something that will not be missed. The power switch is on the top right, as are the battery and connection lights. These lights show at power-on for a few moments, then go off for regular use. The switch is a two position slide switch that is slightly recessed. It is easy to use and will not switch on or off by accident. There is also an indicator light for the Caps Lock key. On the bottom of the battery compartment is the pairing button. This switch is small and recessed to prevent accidental triggering. It is also elongated, so a fingernail is sufficient to press it. You won't need a pen or bent paperclip.
By way of physical construction, the keyboard is a very rigid plastic. It has a very weighty and solid feel. For those who like to tout the Apple's aluminum surface, I will note first, that this is primarily cosmetic. Look underneath and you will find that it too is plastic. In spite of a composite top, the Logitech does not feel any less durable. The keyboard also comes with a case that serves a double purpose that I'll discuss later. In its case, they keyboard just barely fits my small profile iPad case. Out of the case, it fits snugly but easily.
Looking at the keyboard itself, there is clearly space between the keys. Holding this keyboard against my Model M though, one finds that the key tops are very much in line with each other. This works well with the physical key design to give such a good typing experience. The cursor key array is below the right shift key. These keys are miniaturized to take advantage of the space available. In use, I have found that this does not create any difficulties when navigating a document.
As far as special function keys, the keyboard sports typical Mac Ctrl, Option and Cmd keys. These allow for standard Mac style navigation and editing commands. These are all standard size keys. It's also worth noting that the Ctrl key is only on the left side (more on that later). Below the left shift key, there is also a function key.
This key is used to trigger the special functions assigned to the numeric key row. These keys provide what has become the typical media control keys, a show/hide on-screen keyboard control and slideshow control. I honestly have never understood why most keyboards have this latter. I have yet to find anyone who actually uses it. There is also support for a back-quote and tilde keystroke. Finally, the fn-Delete key combination will power off or bring up the lock screen similar to pressing the top button of the iPad. This particular two-key combination makes it useful and safe from being accidently triggered.
I wish I could say the same about one of the two iPad specific keys that were included on this keyboard. Rather than having a right side Ctrl key, this key has been given the function of calling up the iPad's search function. This is the only aspect of this keyboard that I do not like. when using keyboard navigation, it has proven far too easily to hit this search key. This has the effect of popping me out of the current program and going to the search screen. This is very annoying. I don't use the iPad search function often, though I know some like it.
On a much more positive side, there is another iPad specific key. What most keyboards would have as an Escape key is a Home key on this keyboard. This key functions the same as pressing the Home button on the iPad. That also means allowing a double press to bring up the task switching view of the springboard. This key is perfectly located and extremely useful. It doesn't allow for the "long press" that brings up the move/delete icon function, but since that is such a screen-focus task, that is a non-issue.
On final aspect of this keyboard needs to be discussed. That is the case. The Tablet Keyboard is one of the few stand-alone iPad keyboards that comes with a protective case. This case adds to the size, of course; enough so that it makes the fit in the iPad case quite tight at best. I find that even so, I prefer to bring it along. Not only does the case serve as good protection for the keyboard, it also converts to a very effective keyboard stand. This stand allows the iPad to be set in either landscape or portrait orientation with a cover still attached. The case will split apart as seen in the illustration and an extensible tab will extend to hold the iPad. It looks like it would be flimsy but in this case looks are quite deceiving. The support is quite solid and the weight of the iPad is enough to engage small profile feet to keep it from sliding around on the table.
As I said, I've written this review on my Logitech Tablet Keyboard for iPad. This is hands-down the best iPad keyboard I have used, period. After three months of heavy use, it is still reliable and effective. No, it's not as good as typing on my Model M mechanical keyboard, but no other keyboard is that good, in my opinion, even for a full-size PC. Still, this keyboard types better than any laptop keyboard and even most modern PC keyboards. Other than the poor position of the Search key, there is little that you can say that is bad about this keyboard. I can recommend the Logitech Tablet Keyboard for iPad without hesitation.
Ok, first of all, a few corrections need to be made with regards to the success of MS Office. It's success had nothing to do with price. It had everything to do with the failures of WordPerfect and the defeat of Lotus 1-2-3.
Though MS Word was one of the oldest word processors on the market (I came across my 1983 Word 1.0 floppies a few weeks ago) it was WordPefect that had become the behemoth standard for word processing after WordStar. Mostly due to things like no more "dot codes," print preview, reveal codes, that wonderful empty screen and legendary tech support. By the late 80's the WP 4/5 file format had become the standard in healthcare, medical devices/pharma, defense and most important, government regulatory agencies. Sure, you could use other processors, but export compatibility with WordPerfect was essential.


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Limitations of Octopus CRM
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In addition to the standard plans, Octopus CRM also offers customized plans, as well as agency offers. One of its unique features is the fact that you can use multiple LinkedIn accounts at once, and switching between them automatically updates your Octopus CRM account. That way, you'll never have to worry about losing the contacts you need. Lastly, Octopus CRM is free. You can also upgrade to a higher plan if you need more features, such as a more advanced support system.
Limitations of Octopus CRM's bots
While this LinkedIn automation tool seems like a great option, there are some limitations to its bots. For one, it requires you to manually extract symbols from each prospect's name. Then, you must manually send out connection request messages that include all the appropriate emoticons. It also lacks a scheduling feature or an automatic limit. Then again, it's not exactly a CRM, so it's hard to classify it as one.
Although Octopus CRM is affordable, it doesn't come without its share of limitations. The Starter plan includes only an auto invite option and a stats dashboard. The software also lacks teams and requires you to purchase individual licenses for each profile. Nonetheless, it does offer a free trial period and a generous 10000 email credits. That's plenty of time to decide whether the platform is right for you.
While Octopus CRM's bots are useful for some purposes, it's more limited than most other CRM platforms. Its bots are limited, and don't include an in-app CRM system. Although it's free, it doesn't include an analytics system or email marketing. The lack of advanced features isn't detrimental to its overall usability, but it could be a deal breaker for some users.
While it is possible to automate basic LinkedIn activities with Octopus CRM's bots, it's hard to set up smart sequences for automation. Rather than using the same campaign for every LinkedIn outreach activity, you have to create a new campaign for each activity you want the bot to perform. While the software's dashboard is easy to navigate, its bots are limited. If you're a beginner, you should look elsewhere.
Limitations of Octopus CRM's plans
There are many features to consider when choosing a CRM software, and Octopus is no exception. However, the limited plans do come with their own drawbacks. Octopus CRM's basic plan offers basic features, such as campaign creation, email marketing, and automation. Compared to its more comprehensive counterpart, however, Octopus is significantly less capable. Here are some of its limitations:
Using Octopus CRM as part of your LinkedIn strategy can get you into trouble if you don't adhere to its terms. LinkedIn does have restrictions regarding third-party applications, and they can ban you for breaking those rules. As a result, it's essential to follow above-board marketing strategies. Octopus CRM's plans are the best way to stay above the fray while generating qualified leads.
For many businesses, LinkedIn is essential to their success, and Octopus CRM is an all-in-one solution that can automate your entire LinkedIn marketing strategy. Its unique approach to LinkedIn automation allows it to build a marketing funnel and evaluate its performance. However, it's best to use it alongside other LinkedIn marketing software for maximum efficiency. Besides, it's free to try! So, what are you waiting for? Take advantage of this opportunity today!

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Covid-19 has forced a reckoning at the long-struggling Italian flag-carrier Alitalia
Alitalia inches closer to relaunch in Italy
The Italian government has signed paperwork creating a new aviation company, beginning the restructuring of much-troubled Alitalia.
The move comes as part of wider €3 billion recapitalisation of the company in the wake of the Covid-19 pandemic.
"The re-founding represents the first step towards creating a high-quality transport company that is competitive on the international market," the Italian finance ministry said in a statement.
This was the "cornerstone for the revitalisation of Italian air traffic," the statement added.
Italian flag-carrier Alitalia last turned a profit in 2002, and has been under state-controlled administration since early 2017.
Key managers for the new airline were also named earlier, including president Francesco Caio.
They are to draw up a new industrial plan within 30 days which must be approved by the European Commission, which polices state aid in the European Union.
Italian minister of transport, Paola De Micheli, commented: "The new national airline is born today in clear discontinuity with the past and which will have to play a leading role on the international market.
"This is a large industrial operation at the service of the country in support of the competitiveness of our companies and for the relaunch of Italian tourism."
The new airline is yet unnamed, but reports have suggested 'ITAliana' as a possibility.
De Micheli added the industrial plan would have a five-year outlook and aim to avoid any substantial downsizing, with no job cuts.
The new airline is expected to have a fleet of more than 100 aircraft.
The government has said Alitalia may be privatised again in the future, after its hoped-for recovery under public ownership.
However, widespread scepticism remains about turnaround chances for the ailing Alitalia, after a track record of losses and numerous failed efforts to revive it through multiple state bailouts.
Anna Maria Bernini, president of the Forza Italia caucus in the Italian senate opined: "I would like to share the optimism of minister De Micheli, who after signing the Alitalia decree rejoiced, because the national airline remains Italian, speaking of an industrial operation at the service of the country.
"After the billions burned in recent years, reality unfortunately tells us another story: with the current dimension, ITA, without a solid international partnership, will unfortunately only be destined to grind more money from the Italians."
Image: LaPresse/SIPA USA/PA Images
Oman Air launches new website to woo passengers
Spirit of Adventure arrives in UK ahead of February debut
easyjet walks away from Alitalia bid
Delta Air Lines and easyJet mull Alitalia deal
gategroup expands Alitalia deal to cover Rome Fiumicino
easyJet and Lufthansa circle stricken Alitalia
Ryanair among non-binding bidders for Alitalia
Alitalia set to enter administration as staff reject deal
Alitalia installs Travelport Rapid Reprice technology
Alitalia battles on its journey to excellence


It began in Mao's room. Hazy, formless, faint things, things that were neither light nor shade, yet at the same time the illegitimate children of both, a moment of glittering black and dark whiteness, confusion that swept down the backbone, and then a sudden voice. Do not tell anyone about this. This feeling, these non-sensations of leaden abstraction. But since the familiar, mistaken attempts at talking about what cannot be said were gathered together into a single face, a montage of confusion, people said that the face that appeared in photographs was mine.
But photographs are taken of countless faces, uncountably many, in the literal meaning of the phrase; there has to be some clear reason to be able to distinguish—not indicate—this one face from among them, this face made up of several large white holes, an unspecific black background, and densely clustered windows of indefinite form, as me. Mao is a photographer, which means that taking photographs is one of the various things he does to make a living.
We live as photographs. I imagine, we live as a performance without a stage. Or else as writing, as theater, as a writer of pamphlets, a publisher of books, a traffic-light repairer; a translator of trade documents, white goods' manuals, and medical prescriptions; a speaker at exhibition openings, a business-card designer, a magazine contributor, a maid, a writer of travel essays and critic of miscellaneous things, all possible types of freelancer, a guest lecturer at an art institute, the debtor of a bank, one unemployed by grace, thanks to all unpredictable temporary things whose forms are very different to what we had expected. I imagine. In order to further extend the life of my imagination, which is made up of everything it is possible to imagine, I want to imagine still more, to arrive eventually at the skin of what cannot be imagined, to feel it. Mao specialized in photographing certain specific parts of the human body; the money he was able to make through this unique line of business was thanks to the various women who were always completely happy to model for him without receiving a single penny in return.
All work is melancholy. No, to be precise, that work "with which we make our living" is melancholy, both in itself and in what it inevitably induces. Melancholy without any hope whatsoever, aside from that of retirement and death. For example, the ones that we know, office workers, estate agents, train crew, computer sellers, gardeners, painters, bird chasers, street entertainers, laughter instigators, aged actors, paunchy police, doctors, church doorkeepers, museum ticket-desk workers, teachers at technical colleges, unemployment benefit claimants, and the countless job-seekers who insist "still not me" or "not me anymore." If they were aware of how fatally gloomy and ashen their own countenances are. Mao, capture their captured faces and confine them in photographs. I'll come to get my photo taken again next week.
I took the tram and got off at the station for the museum. The very first thing I saw were countless pigeons blotting out the sky above the heads of wandering dogs. And the large, gorgeously colored scarabs on each leaf of the linden trees. The mutually consistent countenance of each living thing as it swims toward an unspecified bank. An exhibition of life's tenacity being held in front of the museum. After you buy your ticket and pass through the museum's entrance to go up the central stairs, you find yourself in a wide hall encircled by six bulging stone pillars, in the center of which there is a bed. An ordinary wooden bed, with a little decoration on the frame done in stone. The air in the hall is chilly, and gives off the scent of the era of stained glass and marble. A man is lying on the bed, stretched out straight underneath a white sheet, sleeping more deeply than anyone else in this world. His head and throat have the appearance of old, friable paper, and his dry puckered lips are slightly parted, his sleeping breath crawling out from between them in the form of a yellow insect. The man and I are the only ones inside the hall. Opening the newspaper one day, I came across a review that had to do with sleep. The body of a sleeping man that had been exhumed from the Parisian hills. The man had been brought here one day as though from a foreign country known as 'sleep'. No one knows who he is, so people named him "Sleep" and transferred him to the museum. The man is still sleeping.
And with that, end of discussion.
Back to the station by the museum. A portion of the museum building was neatly covered by a milky construction cloth. The pigeons and dogs had all disappeared somewhere. Floating dust motes slipped through the wounds of open mouths and quietly took up a place inside. From that day onward I went to the museum daily. This was in order to visit the sleeping man. The man was sleeping as deeply as he always seemed to be, and in what always seemed the same position, with no way to move. At the museum entrance, audio guides resembling lunch boxes with headphones were handed out for visitors to hang around their necks. A title card reading sleep had been set up in front of the bed where the man was sleeping, and below that it read "serial number 228." If you keyed in 228 to the audio guide you could listen to a commentary on the work. It said that this man was sleeping in front of Mary Magdalene, who, according to myth, had just recovered her senses after witnessing the resurrected Jesus appear before her, say noli me tangere (touch me not), and disappear; this was clearly a lie, an invention of history. Within the vertigo taking over my mind, I imagine: the butcher of sleep, and Mao holding an ax, and the man's bed floating in mid-air. The square in front of the museum that greets you when you go outside. The optimum place to embrace and kiss and ask after each other's health if you bump into a former lover in the middle of the street, your high-heeled leather shoes coming to a halt as they carry you to the bus stop. The sunlight falls on beaming lips, moves away from them in a sharp red arc. Oh, how have you been, you whom I haven't seen in all this time? The street that one can walk down carrying the illusory flowers known as "the passage of time." Concentric layers of pink petals burst open to reveal their infinitely secret creases. A place where things cannot be otherwise, a place that is rare in this world. Puddles become the eyes of wild animals, scrutinizing our footsteps, and the museum's glass wall divides the image of the two of us approaching each other into billions of screens. Your former lover's hand, your former lover's lips, touch your cold and clammy forehead. A soundless voice. Didn't you come here every day to look for me? Didn't you stand here every day in front of me as I slept, key in the number for the audio guide and listen to my voice? The sky, a soft path suspended above our heads along which a plane appeared to collide with a swan as it passed. Five in the afternoon, an interview with the radio scriptwriter on the bus. Microphone and Dictaphone, hot tea in a thermos (for the throat), a spoonful of honey, cough drops, notebook, and pen.
Question: It's been eight years since you first came here, right?
Question: What brought you here? To put it a little differently, what, to you, is the fundamental difference between being here and being there?
Response: Questions like those. I want to wander in search of the answers to questions like those.
Question: So you're saying that you deliberately set out to wander in search?
Response: I love wandering in search. It's my job!
Without a moment's hesitation, the bus drove right toward the center of the assembled crowd that was blocking the road. The crowd, which had been like water flowing in a smooth, continual current, startled and scattered en masse then, after the bus had gone by, reformed into a line and set off. The passengers on the bus were glassy-eyed, their gazes fixed and expressionless, looking like the heads of pigeons, visible through the bus windows as though in a display cabinet. The demonstrators who were occupying the road dragged their feet as they walked along, heads bent, supporting their foreheads with their hands. Bulky flags covered in unfamiliar letters were wrapped around their bodies, as though these were their clothes. Like monks on fire, like people who had renounced their warm hearts, like fish swimming toward the bank of some gloomy evening river. Are you a Buddhist? the radio broadcaster asked me. We were seated at the back of the bus, and I was watching the retreating figures of the crowd. Are you one of those mendicant Buddhist monks who walk barefoot over heated coals in front of some first-world embassy?
Response: I'm not a mendicant Buddhist monk; the thing is, I have this fear of coming face to face with a clown. The laughter instigator is constantly chasing me. I'm the best comedy material he's ever found. That is a stroke of luck for him, but bad luck for me. And the worse my luck is, the louder he can laugh. That's why I arranged to do this interview on a moving bus, you see. What's worse, he once suggested that we do a street performance together. I would walk along the street, pretending to just be passing by, and he would throw a furry fruit at me. I act completely enraged, taking it as a deliberate insult, and look wildly around me. Until laughter bursts forth from the spectators. Then you'll continue on your way, he said, and the performance will be over. And no one will have the slightest inkling that it was all staged. And that's not all. He frequently walks on stilts and wears long trousers, voluminous as the curtain that hangs over a stage. He wants me to be his little puppet. My performance consists of moving as though by strings attached to his hand, pretending to be a wooden doll. He is on stilts, and I am a marionette shedding ridiculous tears. He cannot understand why I refuse such an unconventional proposal for a moneymaking scheme. I am unable to bear the sound of laughter; he doesn't understand that. He also told me to follow the carnival procession, dressed up as a Mandarin coolie with a pointed straw-hat and a bamboo pole balanced over my shoulders, a basket hanging from each end. I am neither an entertainer nor an actor, I've never even thought of becoming such a thing, but he cannot comprehend any of this. I've made my thoughts on this matter perfectly clear, a hundred times over, but it seems he doesn't understand a word I say. Even now he is convinced that it is only right and proper for me to accept his proposal.
Question: In that case, maybe he confused you with someone else? Perhaps a former assistant who ran away, or someone who really does perform as a marionette or Mandarin, or else baggy trousers or stilts, or a circus clarinet. Or what if you are confusing yourself with someone else? It's highly unlikely, but there are times, now and then, when we encounter someone who knows us better than we know ourselves.
Response: There is something in what you say, but all the same, if there's one thing in this world that I'm absolutely not, it's that which the laughter performer thinks I am. That is an indisputable fact, as clear as day. As is the fact that the laughter performer is a stroke of bad luck for me.
Question: It sounds as though you need help.
Response: But can an embassy really help someone like me? Or can a Buddhist? Or a radio broadcast?
Dear listeners, this has been "Portrait of a Foreigner Who Rejects Her Own Identity as Assistant to a Clown," one of the Portrait of a Foreigner series, from Radio Bremen.
In the bookshop. A stranger spoke into his phone as he brushed past me . . . that will stay with me for a long time. How long? Four days more than eternity. The man moved farther away, disappearing between the stacks with his back hunched like a gorilla's. As he passed by me, his stooped profile was so similar to that of the snickering laughter performer—part of whose act was to deliberately exaggerate the curve of his back—that I came within an inch of whacking him with the Bertelsmann world atlas I was holding.
On the tram. I took a seat in a foul-smelling corner. The chair's rustling fabric gave off the smell of wet dog, mixed with the smells of damp skin, urine, and beer. As the tram rattled along, the seats swayed from side to side. A suffocating feeling. The suffocation of laboring between night and day, sleep and wakefulness, constantly swaying from one to the other as the tram swayed along its tracks, seeming to writhe in hope of escape but ultimately as bound by this mechanical repetition as the train is trapped by its tracks. But what would be different, even if you lived in a village above the Himalayan clouds? If our imagination were to remember the boundaries of memory.
I jerk awake as though having been flung forwards on some impact. The sharp air of wakefulness gathered around the bed. Dust and white sunbeams rolling in through the window. The cold palm of wakefulness laid on my forehead. The curious mechanics of being wedged between being awake and having been awoken, between one sleep and another in the repeating cycle. There is no way for me, sleeping, to doubt the fact that I am asleep, but as soon as I am released from sleep, something, a sense of shock and loss that takes my conscious mind by surprise, this body surrounded by hints of forgetfulness. Have I really been asleep? Where was I while I slept? What is it that belonged to my sleeping self? Whispering: your life is made up of things you do not know and things you forget. Of things that you did not live, of your external sleep. All that you have experienced becomes alien as you experience it again through your dreams, your imagining. Thus does your life fly toward you. Fly from all that is fixed, toward a single expression within an unfixed nap. What is sleep, which is a part of real existence just the same as clocks and time are? How can I be sure that the I who is currently speaking the words is not in fact asleep? That day, there was a letter from the embassy in the mailbox. The letter opened its envelope-shaped mouth and read: Dear Frau . . . , you applied for a new identity card and documents. This letter is in response to that application. We have enclosed a copy of the registration documents that we have for you, for you to use as a temporary proof of identity. This temporary ID will be valid for one year; your new proof of identity will be mailed to you during that time.
Strange. I get the heavy feeling that I had already had this conversation, a conversation identical to this one, a long time ago or from some vantage point very close by—could it have been with Mao? It was a pain more than a conviction, like a crude medieval arrow. The unreal shock of waking abruptly from a long nap, early or late in the afternoon, at some unguessable time. The kind of shock that makes a person yield to insensibility.
"It's nothing." I turned and started toward the door. Though Mao made as if to grab my sleeve he quickly changed his mind and lowered his hand back onto the desk, lightly, onto the calendar.
I hurried to my familiar sleep, with one arm flung over my face, resting my heavy head on the pillow. My darkness left that place occupied. Clear, bright darkness, artificial, produced by the closing of eyes. My familiar yellow darkness where sporadic fireworks drift about, blurring through my pupils. Small sharp arrows of silver fireworks shot from a bowstring. Metaphysical and opaque scintillations. Signs harbored by my flesh, signs that will never know liberation. Lovely bloodstains.
Frau . . . of Parisian streets, my official, documented self, who is not me.
The laughter performer holding a black clarinet, how old would he have been?
Audio guide number 228: sleep is not a dream. Sleep is not a brief rest. Sleep is not black, sleep neither flows nor pools. Sleep is not dark. Sleep envelops me with thousands of limbs and eyelids, pressing down, sleep closes the thousands of windows inside me one by one. Sleep is not still. Sleep does not subside. Underneath all skin live obscene, fat-bodied larvae. Sleep is compound eyes, is blind moles. Poison poured into tunnels, to kill the moles that dig up the garden. Sleep does not knock on the door of unconsciousness. Sleep goes outside while sleeping, and sleep wakes up from me. And my imagining begins. Please tell me that I'm outside myself now, in a dreamless sleep.
Afternoons, the Parisian streets are made up of humped hills, sweat-soaked milky light, and incessantly chattering peddlers. In the past these hills were a little higher, the gently slanting sunlight a little warmer, and the peddlers a little smaller and shabbier, like tatty marionettes. My past self stood at the foot of the hills, smoking a cigarette and looking down on the Parisian streets. I was with him, but at the time, in our hearts, we each thought we were alone. Thinking about it now, even granted that none of this was ever put into words, it was precisely that thought, that feeling, that was the spirit of the times, the only thing that we felt certain of, and which we acquired internally without the influence of any particular propaganda. And it was through that feeling that we were able to know solidarity, so that we could look each other in the face without fear or anxiety. I look down from the hills at the Parisian streets. The street where peddlers produce such a clamor it's as though their entire bodies are nothing but mouths, where a performer has his back bent and contorted, where a superior but ridiculous marionette threads its creaking way between them on tall wooden legs. For me, these things defined Paris streets, and the streets I subsequently encountered them in never failed to remind me of Paris streets, to be Paris streets. All the hills that appeared after that day and reminded me of the Paris hills. Hilly streets shaped like prone clams. At the time, we were unable to know that we would come to imagine that day very differently from how it had been in reality, that only within this imagination would we finally come to understand each other. Not only that day, but all the days that we thought (wrongly) had gone by, will reappear and live on, without limit. We've probably already discussed this. Topics of conversation brought up inadvertently, simply because they had just popped into our heads. When twenty years or so have passed, how will the air and light and smell of this precise moment have changed? In the future, when around twenty years or so have gone by, the air and light and smell that are passing by us at this very moment—rather, we ourselves who are sweeping by this air and light and smell like a slow train, right this moment—we, or else they, or else everything, will end up flowing past what air and light and smell, to what air and light and smell? After saying the words I laughed, and answered myself: then too, as ever, we will be sitting side by side in this place and smoking. No, this exact moment might already be precisely that moment, all the moments made up of everything that will already have passed away, all the moments that will pass ahead of us. In that case, are we speaking now of the tedious cycle of eternity? Here in this station, at which the train we took by mistake just happened to arrive. At that very moment, like magic, this day of long slow youth grows unspeakably tedious, hills and unknown objects grow so familiar that it is difficult to bear, strangely enough, while crazed by the fact that yesterday, too, we were sitting like this on this very hill and listening to the siren and battle cry of the approaching police car, hideous pulped faces, soundlessly turned pages, faster and faster, the day that was eventually released from this fever, will stiffen faster and faster, without time to age, and bleed, yesterday and yesterday and yesterday, yesterday's yesterday's yesterday too . . . I say to him, at some point yesterday's me will end up meeting you. And in the future too, eternally, Salut. We will be entirely unable to step into other water, Salut. I stopped imagining. Even without imagination we were aware that tomorrow would be no different from yesterday or today. A season filled with the premonition that nothing would change. Fireworks that always come to us too late. We don't imagine. Even without surreal imagination, it was clear that the Paris streets filled with peddlers, performers, and marionettes, would live forever, constituting ourselves, Salut.
Imagining that, rather than flowing, time only gets piled up infinitely inside us.
Imagining related to Maya. At that time there was "Maya" between us. Maya was the pen name of the woman he had loved since he was in his teens. Even during that season we lived together in the Paris streets, he would read Maya's books from cover to cover, whatever the content, made an effort to attend each event at which Maya appeared, and even wrote her long letters. As far as I know, though, he never received a reply. I had no idea when he'd met Maya in person or how he'd ended up being invited to her study, her bedroom. To be frank, I didn't believe for a minute that such things were possible. We were lonely street performers, jobless, whereas Maya was a writer surrounded by admirers, someone who could even be called famous, meaning that however madly in love he was, there was too wide a gulf between them for them to meet in person, for their acquaintance to be actualized. But he talked that down. One day I read an article by Maya in a newspaper. I didn't yet count myself among her readers, but I bought her latest book because, based on the article, its male protagonist closely resembled him. At this point, quite a long time had already passed since I'd last seen him. So you're living with Maya! I thought as I read the book. You're living with Maya! You've got her for your own! You're loved! Maya had drawn him as a shadow behind a veil, but I was able to make him out quite clearly, down to each strand of hair. He appeared to have become Maya's veiled bride and leaped over old, repetitive eternity in a single step. I imagined an extremely private evening, which he shared with Maya and her young son. The planet of their quiet fireworks. I imagined Maya's soft small breasts, pillowed on my stomach. How precisely those things which are lived are worth writing about. Salut.
You might want to change your clothes, Frau . . . , Mao said, producing a gray dress flecked with gold as I stepped into the studio. I took it and was heading for the bathroom when I suddenly got the feeling that something was wrong. I turned back and stared at Mao. I'm not Frau . . . , I'm telling you. That's precisely why I need to have another ID photo taken.
I tried to give the appearance of laughing, but it didn't come off well.
"Mao, we've already known each other for eight years or so." I'd left the bathroom door open while I was getting changed, and raised my voice so that Mao could hear me. At the same time, I strained every nerve to ensure that those words sounded as though they carried no weight whatsoever. Which was in fact the case. Not that I strained my nerves, but that those words had no weight whatsoever.
Me: Frau . . . is not some ladybug who suddenly fell from the sky. Only the innocent by-product of a bureaucratic process. No one who knows where she came from, who she is, which is entirely to be expected. To put it concretely, her hometown is documents. When, at a certain point in time, fragments of documents that have lost their owner and have been wandering aimlessly ever since happen to come together and form a person, an individual by the name of Frau . . . will naturally end up being born, without anyone having intended it.
Mao: An individual who just happens to be registered at your address.
Me: My address and my profile and my proof of identity.
"I see." Mao nodded vigorously. I couldn't tell when he had taken the picture.
I imagine the day when I first met Mao. That day, Mao had a woman with him. This is Gita, my ex-girlfriend. Her gold and gray off-the-shoulder dress had a faint luster and looked like stripped skin; each time she took a step forward, she came off as intentionally haughty or coquettish. But Gita wore a complex facial expression as well as the dress. As though she was worried that, in the future, I would end up wearing this dress which she so liked. Since Mao only had the one dress for his female subjects to pose in.
I imagine the day when I first met Mao. I was on the Paris hills. In each small square and at each corner, peddlers had their wares laid out, and the countless people roaming what looked like Sunday's flea market, oh yes, that was it, roaming the flea market, each looked to have made themselves up like a performer, identical. A performer from a bygone age, but I can't be sure that time really does flit "past" us on its two feet. The water of memory flows, but isn't it the case that our faces submerged within it are often not our own? And so it would not have surprised me in the least if Mao were to have come toward me towering over two meters tall, holding a black circus clarinet and made up as a white-faced performer in a blue gown, moving slowly through the crowd. Standing there in front of the museum I would have shown no surprise, but rather looked straight at him and even—if I'd wanted to—smiled.
What with the white make-up and white conical hat, roundish at the end, Mao's head looked like one great big chicken egg. He had painstakingly painted his lips red, and his right eyebrow was made up with the thick black-colored cosmetic characteristic of whiteface performers. His left eyebrow had been shaved so drastically as to be almost invisible. The blue gown he was wearing had sleeves whose shoulders billowed out like jars, and its neckline was decorated with artificial pearls. Waving the black clarinet like a baton as he walked in his bright gray shoes, he looked majestic, every inch the commanding officer of the performers. And so it will not be surprise me even if I fall back in love with him. Because I have never seen a whiteface performer, never embraced a white-faced performer, never affectionately kissed a whiteface performer who has only one thick, black eyebrow. I moved toward him and did it all just as I had imagined. And I spoke his name, Mao, Mao, Mao, my Mao. We held hands and were quiet for a while. His expression masked by his makeup, Mao waved his hand in the direction of the museum and said, we will end up entering that place. Inside it I will take your photograph. Your sleep, called Dignified Kiss of Paris Streets. His mouth twitched curiously as though he was on the point of bursting into laughter. Mao, you won't photograph me in an ugly way? Promise me that you won't make me a laughingstock. I begged him like this because I was worried, but what is ugliness and what is beauty? I only ceaselessly imagine that day when I first met Mao. Each time I enter a new sleep that day reveals itself before me. Three women approach from the far side of the fields, walking side by side; each are wearing dresses, and one of them is me. We three women stretch out our arms from our sides and clasp each other's hands. Me and Gita, and—surprisingly—Maya's cold hand. The fluttering hems of our dresses are wet with the evening dew, and the sky is dense with stars. The moon is at our backs, and the camera, suspended in midair from a crane, photographs our shadows. Our faces concealed by our hanging hair. A parade of masked empresses, wings attached to our backs. We, women.
Mao, who detests the news and all media, cannot set eyes on a newspaper stand without making some cynical remark. Babbling excitedly about the bastards who, seeing that North Korea's nuclear weapons and the melting glaciers mean that we are all doomed to die, are rushing to the banks to get a low-interest long-term residency loan for two hundred years! But Mao, newspapers don't always print such nonsense. I'm reading a different article. An article that isn't fear mongering, an article about an item disappearing from a museum exhibit. Serial number 228 – Sleeping Man, a find excavated from the Paris hills, woke up one day and went off somewhere (people, I am truly not in the least surprised). He would have climbed down from the bed, crossed the deserted exhibition hall, passed through the entrance hall, and walked down the stairs. His would have been a slightly stooped and awkward gait, but no one would have been observing him carefully, so if he had slipped into the crowd as he left the museum no one would have been able to tell that he was serial number 228 (even if that they had, something else would have been come up to distract them). The sight of you from long ago, standing at the bus stop, absent-minded as ever, with both hands thrust into the pockets of your shabby old jacket. The bus is coming. I feel my body swaying and gradually thinning out in the sunlight. I will become invisible, and all that will eventually remain in the wind are the flowers from the pot I had been carrying.
The chairs in the waiting area had bumpy plastic surfaces, so the pen made a crunching sound as it staggered over the paper. The digital clock on the wall of the government office showed twenty-five minutes past four in the afternoon. Confusing that with the date, I was on the verge of writing down April 25th on the documents for Frau . . . when I realized my mistake. But where do I have to hand in this application form? Each counter window had a number, and the numbers went up to at least 41 (Frau . . . could not see as far as the higher numbers). It seems like all the information windows in the world have gathered here! After handing in the application and getting a receipt you have to take that to the office on the first floor and get an official note of confirmation. If you come back again two weeks later with that note, you will be able to obtain a certificate of registration. When you come to get that certificate, remember to bring your old proof of identity, your newly issued temporary proof of identity, your certificate of stay in the country and the permit, a copy of your bank statement, license, registration certificate for your place of residence, written confirmation from the police, medical insurance . . . people are hovering hesitantly around chairs and sofas in the waiting area. They are all reluctant to approach the counter, wanting someone else to stride up first and grandly present their documents. Where did all these people come from? Where did they come from, and where do they want to go? The civil servants at the counter wait contentedly, sitting slightly askew, both hands in their pockets. Waiting not for the applicants to approach them, but for the end of the period during which these applicants are permitted to come for an interview. For the conclusion of a lawful and natural administration. In the glare from the electric lights their eyes gleam faintly behind spectacle lenses, beyond the glass partition bearing the government logo. "According to the constitution, all citizens have the right of residence and the right to work, with the exception only of those cases in which the base of livelihood cannot be sufficiently provided, and thus society at large ends up shouldering the burden; where there are factors that endanger the security of society at large, or where such rights must be curtailed in order to prevent infringements upon efficiency, good morals, and manners; or to soundly safeguard the institutions of marriage, family, and collective culture (from Peter Handke's 'The three Readings of the Law')." Frau . . . peers once more at her clumsy-looking application documents. Such meager content doesn't seem likely to secure her any type of permission at all. Not even for something as trivial as getting a new photo taken, that is. Her old documents will already have been posted somewhere, and the new documents haven't even been handed in yet. This time gap, in which she doesn't exist on paper, binds her like a chain. The door opens and closes incessantly, and the congregation swells. Mute supplicants, enough to fill the hall. Applicants spanning a lifetime. Applicants who are not tall, who stand there not saying a single word, concealing their thoughts and feelings, hesitating within the commotion of silence. Breathing deeply, Frau . . . looks up. There are small ventilation holes in the ceiling at regular intervals, which look like speakers. Or are they an ordinary fire-sprinkler system? Punishing all heat with water. She imagines water pouring down from above and sweeping away her documents, sweeping away the documents of all the people gathered there, sweeping away the smiles of the civil servants sitting at the counter windows, extinguishing the hard fossils of faces that wanted to keep living, the electricity wires and electric storage equipment, the telephones and telegram stationery, filling up the hall of time and overflowing without limit. If that happened, my documents would set free of me. They would be able to go to wherever they want. To be whatever they want to be. Frau . . . put her name and signature at the bottom of the document. As soon as the tears spill from my eyes, lascivious laughter bursts out from among tired, bored tourists with mugs of yellow beer set in front of them, as though they had been waiting for something of the sort. They who have suddenly grown ancient in this moment, their hair turning gray and their teeth falling out. Where did they come from, and where do they want to go? Twilight is falling outside the window, and the civil servants are preparing to go home.
Deborah Smith's other literary translations from the Korean include two novels by Han Kang (The Vegetarian and Human Acts), and two by Bae Suah (A Greater Music and Recitation). She also founded Tilted Axis Press to bring more works from Africa, Asia, and the Middle East into English.
This excerpt from North Station is published by permission of Open Letter Books. Copyright © 2017 Bae Suah. Translation copyright © 2017 Deborah Smith.


Something's Different – DairyBoy Comics!
So the new name is now on the comics. Like I said in yesterday's blog post, nothing but the name was changed.
I know this was a one-off joke, but at some point in the distant future, Austin should solve a problem with his lizard-powers, and then they should be never spoken of again.


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ARC Review – His Heart's Revenge by Jenny Holiday
Posted July 7, 2016 by smutmatters in ARC, Contemporary, M/M, Reviews / 0 Comments
I received this book for free from Entangled Publishing, Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
His Heart's Revenge by Jenny Holiday
Series: 49th Floor #4
Published by Entangled: Indulgence on June 20th, 2016
Source: Entangled Publishing, Netgalley
Twenty years ago, I was too smart and too poor to be cool. Now I'm laughing my way to the bank—the bank I'm CEO of. Nothing can touch me.
Except maybe him.
We met at summer camp. We made out under the stars. Then he stabbed me in the back.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But I'm gonna go with hot.
Alexander Evangelista is a millionaire with all the trappings: houses all over the world and hot guys lined up whenever he's in need of some no-strings-attached company. He's on his way to world domination.
A CEO in his own right, Cary Bell is competing for a major client with his boyhood crush. He's never forgiven himself for betraying Alex. But with his professional reputation on the line, he's going to have to find his inner cutthroat if he wants his new company to succeed.
Alex isn't about to let his nemesis steal a client out from under him. It's time to break Cary's company—and his heart.
Each book in the 49th Floor series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order. Series Order:Book #1 Saving the CEOBook #2 The Engagement GameBook #3 His Heart's Revenge
Sometimes I read a book where one of the characters is still pissed about something the other did to them back in high school or at some other shared point in their history, long since passed, and all I can think is "It's been twenty years. Get over it."
This was not one of those books. Cary betrayed Alexander when they were teenagers, pretty badly. It was one incident, not a reign of terror or anything, but if I were Alexander, I may not still hold an active grudge, but I would have absolutely zero interest in reconnecting with Cary. Fortunately for Jenny Holiday, and for us, Alexander's feelings for Cary still run white-hot. It's the kind of grudge that's half anger half something else, the kind of grudge you know will spill over at some point.
Frankly, I didn't know if Cary would be able to win Alexander over. Not only do they have this history between them, but they're now competing for a huge client. As we saw in Marcus' book, The Engagement Game, Cary recently left the family's financial firm and struck out on his own. He knows signing this client will cement his new firm's credibility and prove to his family that he can do this. Alexander's firm is much bigger and more established, and is clearly the better option on the surface, but Cary's stakes are much higher, and he isn't going to back down.
Problems in the personal sphere, problems in the professional sphere, I had no idea how Jenny Holiday was going to get these two together. Alex's grudge against Cary was understandable, but they were both kids when everything happened. No one makes good decisions when they're teenagers. And Cary was genuinely sorry for what he had done. He knew exactly how badly he'd hurt Alex, and he hadn't forgiven himself any more than Alex forgave him. Even knowing all that, though, I didn't know if it would work. The incident with Cary forged Alex into the man he was. Alex changed his life's focus, went into finance instead of majoring in science to be a teacher like he'd always wanted, walled his heart off, and steeled himself against any emotional entanglements. He was open and honest with the men he dated, making sure none of them expected more than a physical relationship from him, but he never even entertained the possibility of more. He never let any of them hang around long enough to even make it a possibility. He had cared for Carey all those summers at camp, and Cary betrayed him. Alex wasn't going to let that happen again.
My faith in Jenny Holiday was not misplaced. This story was hot, sweet, and oh, so sexy. I could feel Alex's inner conflict, knew how much he wanted to believe in Cary, but was terrified to open back up to him. Cary had never forgiven himself, and he wanted to win Alex over as much as he wanted to beat him in the weird competition their white whale had embroiled them in. The air between them positively crackled any time they were near each other. I don't know how they thought they could possibly hide their feelings from anyone.
The only reason this one isn't a full 5-stars from me is that I had a little trouble connecting with the characters. Alex, especially, was a little hard to read, a little hard to get to know, and hard to feel close to. I think that was intentional, after all, he had cultivated his entire life and personality to be exactly that, but it was a little difficult to get close to him.
I don't know how many more books Jenny Holiday plans to do in this series, but I will read them all. I don't think any of them will beat Sleeping With Her Enemy (oh, sweet, sweet Dax) but I love seeing that there's a new one coming out, and it's an automatic pre-order for me. Go get this one!
About Jenny Holiday
Jenny Holiday started writing at age nine when her awesome fourth grade teacher gave her a notebook and told her to start writing some stories. That first batch featured mass murderers on the loose, alien invasions, and hauntings. (Looking back, she's amazed no one sent her to a kid-shrink.) She's been writing ever since. After a brief detour to get a PhD in geography, she worked as a professional writer, producing everything from speeches to magazine articles. More recently, her tastes having evolved from alien invasions to happily-ever-afters, she tried her hand at romance. A lifelong city-lover, she lives in Toronto, Canada, with her family. She is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.
By Jenny Holiday
49th Floor Series
Review – Sleeping With Her Enemy by Jenny Holiday
Review – The Engagement Game by Jenny Holiday
Review – Between a Rock and a Hot Mess by Phyllis Bourne
Review – Always Loving You by Sydney Landon
ARC Review – The Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean
Review – Take the Lead by Alexis Daria


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MONTREAL, QUEBEC--(Marketwire - Oct. 20, 2010) - Midland Exploration Inc. ("Midland") (TSX VENTURE:MD) is pleased to provide an update, in partnership with Japan Oil, Gas and Metals National Corporation ("JOGMEC") following the release of new significant assays results from the two new discoveries of rare earth elements ("REE") enriched systems made recently on Ytterby 2 and Ytterby 3 properties located respectively 65 km and 100 km south of the Strange Lake – B-Zone REE project area.
Coming from all 4 properties held by Midland, 178 new assay results were added to the 292 previously released. On Ytterby 3, these new assays bring to 53, from 26, the number of new mineralized prospect areas with more than 1.0% total rare earth oxides ("TREO"). The results vary from 1.03% to 7.94% with a 2.87% average TREO. From this group, 19 samples averaging 4.95% TREO, have 2.37% cerium oxide (Ce2O3), 1.23 % lanthanum oxide (La2O3), 0.78 % neodymium oxide (Nd2O3), 0.11 % yttrium oxide (Y2O3), 0.24 % praseodymium oxide (Pr2O3), 0.054 % gadolinium oxide (Gd2O3) and 0.027% dysprosium oxide (Dy2O3) in average. Most of these very rich samples come from the north end of the Ytterby 3 property where iron oxide pods and pegmatites, hosted in alkaline granite, have been outlined discontinuously over a collective surface of 1.75 square kilometres.
On Ytterby 2, the new assays bring to 19 the number of new mineralized prospect areas with TREO values varying from 0.3% to 18.0%. The heavy rare earth oxides ("HREO") content represented 3.24% to 12.1% of the TREO+Y2O3 but with these recent assays, a new area rich in HREO has been defined with 56% to 83% HREO of the TREO+Y2O3. Individual heavy rare earth elements analysis, among the most expensives, returned 0.036% dysprosium oxide (Dy2O3), 0.035% ytterbium oxide (Yb2O3) and 0.28% yttrium oxide (Y2O3). Several other prospect areas have been found on Ytterby 2 and Ytterby 3 properties from which assays results are pending. More than 585 samples were collected during the 2010 summer field program and 470 assays results were released so far.
Data interpretation of the airborne and ground magnetic and radiometric surveys completed on Ytterby 2 and 3 is currently in progress to better evaluate the best REE targets identified. A second phase program of geological mapping and geochemical sampling that will be followed up by diamond drilling is currently being planned.
The Ytterby exploration program is supervised by Mr. Robert Banville, Eng., senior geologist for Midland Exploration and a Qualified Person as defined under National Instrument 43-101. Analyses were performed by Activation Laboratory of Ancaster, Ontario which has a strict internal QA/QC program which includes mineralized standards, blanks and duplicate samples.
JOGMEC has the option to acquire 50% interest in the Ytterby project prior to March 31, 2012 by funding $2,500,000 in exploration expenditures including $1,000,000 in work expenditures during the first year. Midland will be operator as long as it will hold an interest equal to or higher than 50% in the project. JOGMEC also has the right to transfer its interests in the Ytterby project, in whole or in part, to one or more Japanese companies or a consortium of Japanese companies.
Midland targets the excellent mineral potential and the favourable investment climate of Quebec to make the discovery of new world-class deposits of gold, base metals and REE. Midland is proud to count on reputable partners such as Japan Oil, Gas and Metals National Corporation , Agnico-Eagle Mines Limited, Osisko Mining Corporation, North American Palladium Limited, Zincore Metals Inc. and SOQUEM Inc. Midland prefers to work in partnership and intends to quickly conclude additional agreements in regard to newly acquired properties. Midland is currently evaluating new opportunities and other projects in order to increase the portfolio of the Company.
This press release was prepared by Robert Banville, Eng., senior geologist for Midland Exploration and Qualified Person as defined by NI 43-101.


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Q: How do I get a max record for each week in SQL Server 2012? I'm looking to get a query that returns the info for the largest order, week by week.
My very basic concept is something like this:
select
    datepart(ww, order_date), order_id, order_revenue, order_margin
from
    orders
where
    order_date >= 1/1/2016
    and order_id in (select max order for each week)

Basically I just want the week #, order id, order revenue, and order margin for the largest order margin record for each week.

A: You need to use a "Windowing Function"
https://www.simple-talk.com/sql/learn-sql-server/window-functions-in-sql-server/
select *
from
( select datepart(ww, order_date), order_date, order_id, order_revenue, order_margin
       , row_number() over (partition by datepart(ww, order_date) order by order_margin desc) as rn
   from orders
  where order_date >= 1/1/2016
) tt
where tt.rn = 1
order by order_date desc

And I think you need to single quote the date

A: This is a slightly different method; it has a lot more details, but that's because I designed it to run in AdventureWorks (don't know how to tell which version) so I could test the functionality.
USE AdventureWorks

;WITH OrderDetails
    AS (
        SELECT soh.SalesOrderID, CAST(soh.OrderDate AS DATE) AS OrderDate,
            SUM(sod.OrderQty * (sod.UnitPrice - pch.StandardCost)) AS OrderMargin
            FROM Sales.SalesOrderHeader soh
                LEFT JOIN Sales.SalesOrderDetail sod
                    ON soh.SalesOrderID = sod.SalesOrderID
                LEFT JOIN Production.ProductCostHistory pch
                    ON sod.ProductID = pch.ProductID
            WHERE soh.OrderDate >= pch.StartDate AND soh.OrderDate <= pch.EndDate
            GROUP BY soh.SalesOrderID, soh.OrderDate
        ),

MaxOrder
    AS (
        SELECT DATEPART(yy,OrderDate) AS Year, DATEPART(ww,OrderDate) AS Week,
            MAX(OrderMargin) AS MaxOrderMargin
            FROM OrderDetails
            GROUP BY DATEPART(yy,OrderDate), DATEPART(ww,OrderDate)
        )

SELECT mo.Year, mo.Week, od.SalesOrderID, '$'+FORMAT(mo.MaxOrderMargin,'#,0.00') AS OrderMargin
    FROM MaxOrder mo
        INNER JOIN OrderDetails od
            ON mo.MaxOrderMargin = od.OrderMargin
        WHERE DATEPART(yy,od.OrderDate) = mo.Year AND DATEPART(ww,od.OrderDate) = mo.Week
    ORDER BY Year, Week

This has slightly improved functionality over the previous example in one regard only, and that is because it will include ALL the orders with that margin, even if there are multiple. I would note, however, that this can be achieved using RANK() instead of ROW_NUMBER(). Show here using a CTE:
USE AdventureWorks

;WITH OrderDetails
    AS (
        SELECT soh.SalesOrderID, CAST(soh.OrderDate AS DATE) AS OrderDate,
            SUM(sod.OrderQty * (sod.UnitPrice - pch.StandardCost)) AS OrderMargin
            FROM Sales.SalesOrderHeader soh
                LEFT JOIN Sales.SalesOrderDetail sod
                    ON soh.SalesOrderID = sod.SalesOrderID
                LEFT JOIN Production.ProductCostHistory pch
                    ON sod.ProductID = pch.ProductID
            WHERE soh.OrderDate >= pch.StartDate AND soh.OrderDate <= pch.EndDate
            GROUP BY soh.SalesOrderID, soh.OrderDate
        ),

OrderRank
    AS (
        SELECT DATEPART(yy,OrderDate) AS Year, DATEPART(ww,OrderDate) AS Week,
            SalesOrderID, '$'+FORMAT(OrderMargin,'#,0.00') AS OrderMargin,
            RANK() OVER (PARTITION BY DATEPART(yy,OrderDate), DATEPART(ww,OrderDate) ORDER BY OrderMargin DESC) AS MRank
            FROM OrderDetails
        ),

MRank
    AS (
        SELECT Year, Week, SalesOrderID, OrderMargin
            FROM OrderRank
                WHERE MRank = 1
        )

SELECT * FROM MRank

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package org.arbeitspferde.groningen.scorer;

import com.google.common.collect.Lists;

import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.common.ClockedExperimentDbTestCaseBase;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.common.EvaluatedSubject;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.config.GroningenConfig;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.display.DisplayMediator;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.eventlog.SubjectEventLogger;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.experimentdb.Experiment;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.experimentdb.ExperimentDb;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.experimentdb.SubjectStateBridge;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.subject.Subject;
import org.arbeitspferde.groningen.subject.SubjectGroup;

import org.easymock.EasyMock;

import java.util.List;

/**
 * The test for {@link IterationScorer}.
 */
public class IterationScorerTest extends ClockedExperimentDbTestCaseBase {

  /** The object instance we are testing. */
  private IterationScorer iterationScorer;
  private Experiment mockExperiment;
  private SubjectScorer mockSubjectScorer;
  private DisplayMediator mockDisplayMediator;
  private GroningenConfig mockGroningenConfig;
  private SubjectEventLogger mockSubjectEventLogger;

  @Override
  protected void setUp() throws Exception {
    super.setUp();

    experimentDb = EasyMock.createMock(ExperimentDb.class);

    mockExperiment = EasyMock.createMock(Experiment.class);

    mockGroningenConfig = EasyMock.createMock(GroningenConfig.class);

    mockSubjectScorer = EasyMock.createMock(SubjectScorer.class);

    mockDisplayMediator = EasyMock.createMock(DisplayMediator.class);

    mockSubjectEventLogger = EasyMock.createMock(SubjectEventLogger.class);

    iterationScorer = new IterationScorer(clock, mockDisplayMediator, experimentDb,
        mockSubjectScorer, mockSubjectEventLogger, metricExporter);
  }

  /**
   * Check that profiledRun works without exception.
   *
   * TODO(team): Make less fragile.
   * TODO(team): Validate Protocol Buffer emissions.
   */
  public void testProfiledRun() throws Exception {
    final SubjectStateBridge mockSubjectA = EasyMock.createMock(SubjectStateBridge.class);
    final SubjectStateBridge mockSubjectB = EasyMock.createMock(SubjectStateBridge.class);
    final List<SubjectStateBridge> subjects = Lists.newArrayList();
    final long experimentId = 3L;
    final double subjectAFitness = 10.0;
    final double subjectBFitness = 0.0;

    /* needed for evaluatedSubject constructor */
    final SubjectGroup mockSubjectGroup = EasyMock.createNiceMock(SubjectGroup.class);
    final Subject mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject = EasyMock.createMock(Subject.class);
    final Subject mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject = EasyMock.createMock(Subject.class);
    final int subjectAIndex = 1;
    final int subjectBIndex = 2;

    subjects.add(mockSubjectA);
    subjects.add(mockSubjectB);

    /*
     * mockSubjectGroup is used within the call path, but isn't really under test and is
     * completely brittle. Set up to mock out the real stuff but don't bother checking
     */
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectGroup.getClusterName()).andReturn("xx").anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectGroup.getName()).andReturn("testjob").anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectGroup.getUserName()).andReturn("testuser").anyTimes();

    /*
     * that we pass the same EvaluatedSubject to both be stored in the SubjectBridge and to the
     * monitor is one of the few things we would like to be able to test and its not testable.
     * configure mocks for the construction ahead of time...
     */
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectA.getAssociatedSubject()).andReturn(mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject)
        .anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject.getGroup())
        .andReturn(mockSubjectGroup).anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject.getIndex())
        .andReturn(subjectAIndex).anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject.isDefault())
        .andReturn(false).anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectB.getAssociatedSubject()).andReturn(mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject)
        .anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject.getGroup())
        .andReturn(mockSubjectGroup).anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject.getIndex())
        .andReturn(subjectBIndex).anyTimes();
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject.isDefault())
        .andReturn(false).anyTimes();

    /* profiledRun */
    EasyMock.expect(experimentDb.getLastExperiment()).andReturn(mockExperiment);
    EasyMock.expect(mockExperiment.getSubjects()).andReturn(subjects);
    EasyMock.expect(experimentDb.getExperimentId()).andReturn(experimentId);

    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectScorer.compute(mockSubjectA, mockGroningenConfig))
        .andReturn(subjectAFitness);
    mockSubjectA.setEvaluatedCopy(EasyMock.anyObject(EvaluatedSubject.class));
    EasyMock.expectLastCall();
    mockDisplayMediator.addIndividual(EasyMock.anyObject(EvaluatedSubject.class));
    EasyMock.expectLastCall();
    mockSubjectEventLogger.logSubjectInExperiment(
        mockGroningenConfig, mockExperiment, mockSubjectA);
    EasyMock.expectLastCall();

    /* second time through loop */
    EasyMock.expect(mockSubjectScorer.compute(mockSubjectB, mockGroningenConfig))
        .andReturn(subjectBFitness);
    mockSubjectB.setEvaluatedCopy(EasyMock.anyObject(EvaluatedSubject.class));
    EasyMock.expectLastCall();
    mockDisplayMediator.addIndividual(EasyMock.anyObject(EvaluatedSubject.class));
    EasyMock.expectLastCall();
    mockSubjectEventLogger.logSubjectInExperiment(
        mockGroningenConfig, mockExperiment, mockSubjectB);
    EasyMock.expectLastCall();

    mockDisplayMediator.processGeneration();

    EasyMock.replay(experimentDb);
    EasyMock.replay(mockExperiment);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectA);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectB);
    EasyMock.replay(mockGroningenConfig);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectGroup);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectScorer);
    EasyMock.replay(mockSubjectEventLogger);

    iterationScorer.profiledRun(mockGroningenConfig);

    EasyMock.verify(experimentDb);
    EasyMock.verify(mockExperiment);
    EasyMock.verify(mockSubjectA);
    EasyMock.verify(mockSubjectB);
    EasyMock.verify(mockGroningenConfig);
    EasyMock.verify(mockSubjectAAssociatedSubject);
    EasyMock.verify(mockSubjectBAssociatedSubject);
    EasyMock.verify(mockSubjectScorer);
    EasyMock.verify(mockSubjectEventLogger);
  }
}

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Q: Pausing Game when someone calls/SMS you I want to implement this function on my apps but i cant seem to figure out how to use this line of codes.
- (void)applicationWillResignActive:(UIApplication *)application {
 //our app is going to loose focus since there is an incoming call
 [self pauseGame];
}

- (void)applicationDidBecomeActive:(UIApplication *)application{
 //the user declined the call and is returning to our app
 [self resumeGame];
}

I've read that this must be placed in appdelegates but i cant seem to figure out how could i call my pause action when the game is currently in the viewcontroller.
Thank you.

A: Instead of sending the messages to self (which is the app delegate), you would send them to your view controller.
For example, if your app delegate had a property for your main game view controller named "gameViewController" (where the methods to pause and resume were implemented):
- (void)applicationWillResignActive:(UIApplication *)application {
    // our app is going to loose focus since there is an incoming call
    [self.gameViewController pauseGame];
}

- (void)applicationDidBecomeActive:(UIApplication *)application {
    // the user declined the call and is returning to our app
    [self.gameViewController resumeGame];
}

A: I know that this was answered a long time ago. But I wanted to add that another (more scalable) solution is to have interested parties (e.g., UIViewControllers) register an interest in UIApplicationDidEnterBackgroundNotification and UIApplicationWillEnterForegroundNotification.
This approach has the advantage that the Application Delegate doesn't need to have direct knowledge of the objects that might need to respond to entering background/foreground.


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