In the weekends Paris attracts many visitors while the government and news agencies are closed. To fully take the opportunity of our SOS! Global RescueWalk through Paris, the walkers and the Paris practitioners started a walk route along Paris's sightseeing spots. Considering the large quantity of flyers we distributed while passing the towns and districts of Paris, we made more flyers. Three practitioners held SOS! Global RescueWalk banners and sent out righteous thoughts along the routes to eliminate evil factors while others distributed flyers to tourists.
The eye-catching signs of the SOS! Global RescueWalk banners attracted the attentions of many people. They were all willing to accept flyers. In France, many of the media agencies directly quoted the Chinese government's slandering propaganda, so many citizens were misled about Falun Gong. Our walk naturally revealed the truth to the public. We not only clarified the truth but also left the citizens with images of peacefulness, kindness and forbearance.
(1) Because it is a several practitioners' walk, there is no need to apply permit.
(2) It can take place and conclude at any giving time and place.
(4) While walking we can send forth righteous thoughts to eliminate evil factors so as to achieve better results.
(5) The walkers and flyer-distributors should be close enough: In one righteous field, the effect will be better.


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The Tropical Cyclone Report for Subtropical Storm #Teresa (September 24-25, 2021) has been posted on the NHC website: nhc.noaa.gov/data/tcr/AL1920…
The Tropical Cyclone Report for Tropical Storm #Claudette (June 19-22, 2021) has been posted on the NHC website. Claudette made landfall in Louisiana and took the lives of 4 people in Alabama from fallen trees and flooding. nhc.noaa.gov/data/tcr/AL0320…
The Tropical Cyclone Report for Hurricane #Larry (August 31-September 11, 2021) has been posted on the NHC website. Larry made landfall in Newfoundland, Canada, as a category 1 hurricane. nhc.noaa.gov/data/tcr/AL1220…
The Tropical Cyclone Report for Tropical Storm #Peter (September 19-22, 2021) has been posted on the NHC website: nhc.noaa.gov/data/tcr/AL1620…
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This morning NHC issued the final Atlantic Tropical Weather Summary of the year, recapping tropical cyclone activity in the basin during the 2021 hurricane season. Some storm information remains preliminary pending final Tropical Cyclone Reports. nhc.noaa.gov/text/MIATWSAT.s…
NHC has posted the Tropical Cyclone Report for Tropical Storm #Fred (August 11-17, 2021) on its website. Fred made landfall on Florida's St. Joseph Peninsula, and its rains caused catastrophic flooding and took 6 lives in western North Carolina. nhc.noaa.gov/data/tcr/AL0620…
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1pm EST 7 Nov: #Wanda is now a post-tropical cyclone WNW of the Azores, but NHC is now monitoring the non-tropical low with storm-force winds off the SE-US. This feature may acquire some subtropical characteristics moving ENE over the Gulf Stream. More: nhc.noaa.gov/gtwo.php?basin=…
Post-Tropical Cyclone #Wanda Advisory 31: Wanda Becomes a Post-Tropical Cyclone. This is the Final Advisory. go.usa.gov/W3H
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Q: JMeter UltimateThreadGroup making my Jenkins pipeline fail I have a Jenkinsfile pipeline and in one of its stages I run some jmeter tests and generate the respective report.
This is my stage
  stage('Run Non-Functional tests - Windows'){
            when { expression { env.OS == 'BAT' }}
            steps {
                dir('') {
                    bat 'gradlew.bat jmReport'
                }
            }
        }

and this is my build gradle
import de.qualersoft.jmeter.gradleplugin.task.*

plugins {
    id "de.qualersoft.jmeter" version "2.1.0"
}

tasks.register('jmRun',JMeterRunTask) {
    jmxFile.set("TestPlan.jmx")
}

tasks.register("jmReport",JMeterReportTask) {
    jmxFile.set("TestPlan.jmx")
    dependsOn("jmRun")
    deleteResults=true
}

When I try to run my pipeline it fails with the following error
 Error in NonGUIDriver java.lang.IllegalArgumentException: Problem loading XML from:'D:\ISEP\Mestrado\UnidadesCurriculares\1Ano\1Semestre\2022_2023\ODSOFT\odsoft-22-23-nmb-g303\src\test\jmeter\TestPlan.jmx'. Cause: CannotResolveClassException: kg.apc.jmeter.threads.UltimateThreadGroup

In JMeter, I used the plugin catsug 2.1.0 to do some spike and load tests and I think that's the reason why the exception is thrown.
I tried to use a simple file where the test plan didn't use the plugin and pipeline works fine.
How can I solve my problem?
I added as a dependency but now I am getting another error
dependencies {
    jmeterPlugin("kg.apc:jmeter-plugins-casutg:2.10")
    jmeterPlugin("org.apache.jmeter:bom:5.4.1")
}

Execution failed for task ':jmRun'.
> Could not resolve all dependencies for configuration ':jmeterPlugin'.
   > Could not find org.apache.jmeter:bom:5.4.1.
     Required by:
         project :
   > Could not find org.apache.jmeter:bom:5.4.1.
     Required by:
         project : > org.apache.jmeter:ApacheJMeter_core:5.4.1
         project : > org.apache.jmeter:ApacheJMeter_core:5.4.1 > org.apache.jmeter:jorphan:5.4.1

A: The error means that the Ultimate Thread Group plugin is not installed, in order to add it you need to explicitly specify the plugin as the dependency for your project:
dependencies {
  jmeterPlugin("kg.apc:jmeter-plugins-casutg:2.10")
}

You might also be interested in Jenkins Performance Plugin which allows displaying performance trend charts and conditionally mark build as failed if metrics are worse than in the previous/reference build.

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When Milo Medin left NASA's Ames Research Center in 1995 to help found the At Home network, his colleagues knew it was the perfect opportunity for the dauntless engineer who brought a religious fervor and determination to his projects.
"He was always saying, 'I want to bring packets to the people ... bytes to your doorstep,'" said Christine Falsetti, project manager for NASA's research and education network, who worked with Medin for about 10 years at NASA's Ames Research Center.
"Everyone needs access, and that's his vision," she said. "People here realized it was a tremendous opportunity for the country. It was a huge problem to get 20,000 scientists hooked up, and now he wants to get everyone in the world.... That's a big challenge."
Medin, 35, has a history of charting new territory. He was one of the first engineers to push for the widespread adoption of TCP/IP – the foundation of the modern Internet – and large, interconnected computer networks.
With At Home, Medin is trying to build a more pervasive network based on cable modems that provide everyday users an Internet connection nearly 100 times faster than most have today.
"Our vision has always been to change the way people use information. What started off aimed at PCs has migrated into something on different platforms and devices," said Medin. "It's about horizontal access. Now, with set-tops and telephones operating in a network-centric model, all that information can be moved inside the network and moved to you. That's the really powerful thing," he said.


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For World Suicide Prevention Day. An extract from the book I've spent far too long writing, about my father's suicide and life after it.
It's a chunk about going to visit him at Runwell Hospital, the 'loony bin' we all used to laugh about when we were cruel kids who knew nothing about sadness, which I never envisaged having to visit one day. It's shut now. Houses have been built there. People's bedrooms occupy the same air as dormitories once did, people chop vegetables for their children where men played out their most depraved acts. The ghosts of broken minds are everywhere.
It occurred to me, in Runwell's absence, and presumably the closure of other hospitals around the country, with people struggling to see counsellors quickly enough on the NHS, and not everyone able to take themselves off to places like the Priory, that there is going to be a growing chasm between our emotional intelligence and literacy on the subject of mental health, depression, and suicide, and our ability to seek or encourage professional help. The topic of depression has never been spoken about so candidly as it is today, too late for my father, but its free clinical treatment, due to cuts, may stop being an automatic kindness. Mental health, just as we get really get good at talking about it, might become a luxury item on the NHS's brochure. A privatised habit. Having a therapist might be as unattainable to the normal person as buying Louis Vuitton luggage for all-occasions. People might not be able to afford to overcome their depression ahead of their suicidal urges. They will talk about it less. They will feel more alone. Things will happen.
We really are and will continue to be even more reliant on ourselves to feel able to speak up when we feel low. Reliant on the mental health climate on social media – a dangerous melting pot full of false experts as much as it is a common comfort – to foster a place for us to be able to express or to read things which may be helpful. Reliant on loved ones to somehow find a way to see through the opaque strangeness of depression to the possible risks of suicide, and to feel compelled, strong, and equipped enough to reach out. It can be a scary subject to broach with someone. So big; so few concrete answers. The fear of risking further harm by talking. But it really could make the difference between someone living and dying.
My father phoned me a few days before he took his own life. Left a voicemail. I was busy, and we'd had problems the few months before which left me less quick to respond than usual. I was tired and sad. He was a difficult controlling man, who never spoke about being bi-polar (manic depressive as it was called then) because it was shameful to him. He hid it very well. I never listened to the voicemail, a weekend passed, and then he was gone, and so was the voicemail. They didn't hang around long in those days; they got bumped off the phone as new stuff came in. I will never know what he said, it may have just been a seemingly meaningless hello, his way of saying goodbye without stirring suspicion. I will never know whether my response, even if just a cheery hello, could have stopped him doing what he did. I don't blame myself, I believe after years of analysing every tiny detail he left behind that he wanted to go and would have done it anyway. But at times, at night, the what ifs are mountains to be trekked over before I can carry on the next day.
I don't know how you stop someone from ending their own life. I didn't get a chance to try and I don't know what I would have done if my father had felt able to voice his thoughts feelings and fears to me. I like to think an inner wisdom would have kicked in simply because I loved him and surely that should be enough. I like to think I would have made a difference. I like to think he would have stayed.
Talk. Let people talk. Never think that the more demonstrable behaviours of depression are needy, attention-seeking, or inconvenient. Sometimes they are the precursors to quiet and private behaviour, the more dangerous times, when people get lost down the cracks.
I'll be honest – I'd never, even in my maddest dreams, imagined ever having to help my father escape from a loony bin.
It was perhaps that day, there in the mental hospital now playing home to the man I most admired, that I began to suspect something had gone seriously amiss. Perhaps I should have noticed it sooner, but reality cracks open slowly in some people like an egg left to boil, firming up unseen on the inside before breaking the shell apart. And so it was only as we were scurrying like runaway rats through the carpark to his Volvo, (me with the added image of being wrestled to the ground into a straitjacket, screaming "I'm just visiting, you bastards – it's him that's bonkers"), that I thought to myself: "Crumbs. It's all gone a bit…odd; Life." Yes, sometimes it takes a while to realise these things, and sometimes you only get around to it when you're summoned to an asylum on a Sunday afternoon.
I remember the particulars of my visit in random snatches of varying degrees of import. Non-existent is the memory of the news he'd admitted himself a few days before. Blurry is the telephone call Dad made to get me there. Blurrier the journey there. Less blurry is standing in the hospital conservatory, surveying his face for change. Less blurry still is waiting for him to somehow reassure me that despite this unexpected new development, everything was going to be okay.
Dad wanted to go to the pub. It seemed churlish to deny him. He suggested the plan in a low voice and then steered me to the glass doors, all the time talking like we might just be going for a stroll around the grounds. We kept going, his eyes down at his feet, out and round to the car park, to the Volvo. I asked no questions, just matched his gathering pace. He unlocked the car and we slid in, slammed quietly. I fastened my seatbelt, aware of the irony that we had just scarpered rather gracelessly out of a place called Runwell.
I didn't ask him any questions. They always come too late as a rule, don't they?
I don't suppose Dad would ever have allowed me to visit him there at all, but he'd needed some things. I'd turned up at the hospital with a box hastily cobbled together to satisfy his list. My eyes bored into that box as I was led to the visitor's lounge where he was waiting, and saw the tiled floor passing in squares. Ordered coolness. I lined up my feet with the grouting so I knew I was walking straight, because I wasn't sure if I should look around me. I didn't know the etiquette of this strange new place, and – more so than anything, I suppose – I was scared. I feel guilty for that. I guessed it was a safe ward as Dad wasn't in there for psychotic sex murders or believing he was Satan's hand-puppet, so I hoped that logically that meant he was on a ward of similarly harmless cases, but I still wasn't sure. I was scared of what it all was, but more so, what it all meant.
I'd brought books (the diaries of Noel Coward I'd bought him one Christmas – I thought the charm might be a nice escape from communal farting), toiletries, and "something that smells nice, please", which in this case was the Jean-Paul Gaultier he'd taken to wearing as an eccentric alternative to his Boots cologne.
Did Jean-Paul ever imagine, as he was climbing the ranks of the fashion industry – from his earliest days pricking his finger sewing his first rubber corset, through his catwalk debut to scandalous success, through then to the glory of Paris, France, the World – un range du parfum! – his iconic glass busts moving like unstoppable de Miloesque chess pieces, shunting onto the fragrance counters of the world, all his smooth boob-or-bollocked atomisers poised so that were we all to spritz at the same delicious moment, wait for the convection of the air to flutter it aloft and, in an olfactory butterfly effect, might sneeze together in unison – did Jean-Paul ever picture in all this that one of his pretty little soldiers would be smuggled into a ward for the terminally sad, then squirted hurriedly onto the jacket of a man sneaking away for a stolen lunch?
Though my heart was thundering, Dad pulled away with a stubborn slowness given the fact he was now classified AWOL. I wondered if he was safe to be driving on whatever drugs they'd been giving him. Especially now we were going to be whacking beer into the mix. Oh well, I had to think. Oh well. What else can you think? I'd want booze too if I was shuffling around in slippers with men who talked to their own shit.
We went into Wickford close by. An uninspiring town, its mood perhaps overshadowed by the dark lore of the local madhouse. We parked up and went to a pub called The Hawk – a traditional boozer that might once have been nice, but now was a bit shit. Sat down, surrounded by the wood and the brass and the fake plush and the hardy swirling carpet, I began to breathe normally. This was what we did; pubs, not hospitals. This was us. I remember him dragging deeply on a constant succession of fags and me being unsportingly cross that I would go home stinking. Funny how you can still be cross with your Dad's old bad habits while at the same time you're craving normal service to resume.
Dad had steak pie. I think I had scampi. He had two pints of bitter and said he'd better not have any more what with having to drive. Inside I smiled at the thought that if we got stopped by the cops I could just explain I was escorting an escaped nut-job back to the madhouse so it barely mattered if he was half-cut. I remember nothing of our conversation, but I felt the usual pressure to keep things light. I knew better than to question him, and I just wanted him to relax, to be normal, to have a nice time. Before he went back to Bedlam, which presumably wasn't much of a hoot.
My words for the place are a little casual, I realise. It is easier to accept the strangeness of going on a daytrip to such a place if you front it out a bit; gather black humour like a cloak. Brash words can distract you from your own fragility. It isn't quite bravery, but it's close.
I suppose it comes with a prickle of fear too – of what could befall me, could befall anyone. My mother's mother had been given electric shock therapy here in the 1950s because they didn't understand her eclamptic fit, my mum had had group therapy at its sister hospital in Rochford close by, I would in time come to have therapy myself, though I never dreamed it then, and now my dad was here, skedaddling off for lunch with his eldest and most indulgent daughter. What the fuck was I doing?
We drove back in silence. I stared outside at the things passing by – green blurs, grey blurs, road. Road, green, grey. I kept hurling my eyes out further. Inside, the familiarity of the Volvo, the nearness of him, would only have clogged my throat with that hardness that kept welling there. I swallowed it down. As we passed through the gates, overhung by spring-green trees, I imagined he was simply one of the doctors there, and that I was just going to work with him for the day. He'd look good in a white coat. He'd suit the clipboard. Do psychiatrists have stethoscopes? He would look good with one of those too. He'd need to get a fucking haircut first though – he looked a right state. And probably not be…quite as mental.
We parked up in the same space and save for now facing the other way it was like we'd never left. I walked back in with him, not knowing quite when to sever the visit. We were wordless all this time, as though we had only just met and were struggling to think of smalltalk. The walls seemed to whisper "Don't speak, don't make a fuss. Go quickly and don't look back." But despite the unusual setting this was perhaps our most common mode. I had been accustomed to saying goodbye to him since I was five; every holiday, a big grin and a cheery wave for his benefit, knowing that when he was out of sight, down the road in his Volvo, both our smiles would falter. Kids of divorce seem to either instinctively act in a way that will make their parents happy, or in a way that demands happiness from their parents. Givers and receivers. I doubt that both instincts can exist in the same child. I was so bloody chipper all the time it was like I was permanently tap-dancing to make sure everyone was fucking happy. The world's not fucked; look. Look at my fucking jazz hands.
And what did Dad feel, then, that day, during our two hour interlude in his month's sojourn? What was he thinking as I arrived, uncertain and smiling, as I hugged him? What surged through his heart as I handed him over a box of his things? Love, or shame, or both? Was his decision to sneak out for lunch with his daughter a spontaneous one or had he planned it? Was it bravery or cowardice; thoughtful or selfish? Did he want to say more than he did; why did he fail? Was he fobbing me off or protecting me? How present was he in those moments? Could he see through my bravado? Was I his friend, or his daughter? Was every good thing in his life reduced or invalidated by this slump in proceedings? Did he have any idea what would come next? Could he taste his pie or was it all just one big nothing?
Somehow we said goodbye. I remember the smell of him – like bland biscuits soaked in the bileous precursor to sick. A warm acidic version of his natural odour. The staleness in the lambswool collar of his leather flying jacket, not quite sweat but deeper, something from out of the bones not the skin. Is this what unhappiness smelt like? I edged away, glancing guiltily through to the ward. Whatever part was still supplying me with humour had me half-expecting to see Sid James and Charles Hawtry sitting up in bed with boiled eggs, wide-eyed at Babs' boobs. I listened for a Kenneth Williams "Ohh!" chastising a torpedo-titted Hattie Jacques. Carry On Cracking Up. How odd that cracking up can mean both laughing and going mad. How fine the line.
It was like – no, it was – a dormitory. A big school-style hall divided into tiny cubicles, pretending to be homely. Curtains and bedside tables and duvet covers brought in by family, from home. I had a stab in the guts that I had not thought to bring in some bedding. Dad was one of the men with standard issue pale green. The generic shade of pastoral bleakness. Unvisited. My numbness threatened to fall away. I wondered why it should be that a man in his fifties when reduced to a single bed should seem so undignified. That his sleep should be restricted by the dimensions of a bed for a child. He should be spread out on a kingsize, hogging the diagonal from a loved one, limbs overlapping, slumbering in memory of a life well lived, dreaming peacefully. He should rise to warm creaking radiators and a dog stretching and the papers. A kitchen table of toast and tea. He was not this. He was better than this. But. But he had earned this. I knew it then, though I would defend him to the death. I did defend him to the death, and do still. Loyalty is knowing someone is wrong, but not caring.
I wanted to stay with him. I didn't want him to be alone. I wanted to sit on his bed and chat and feign that I was alright with it all. I wanted to eradicate the sadness of his surroundings by having a laugh about the man in the next bed, who had a toupee and sang ABBA songs to his socks. I wanted to absorb it all for him. I wanted to watch people and see into their lives and hope my thoughts reached them like a hand stroking their teeming minds.
How had they all come to be here, these poor sad fucks? All these diminished men who once were empty and ready for filling with fresh things, who all had had childhoods that could have led to something else, who all had laughed and loved and felt a sense of promise prickling their skin, once. How had they all come to be together in a dormitory, their histories mixed like a bad grey stew? It seared my insides. There were bodies bulking out the beds, solid mass under those sheets, real men, induced to sleep the day away with whatever unpronounceable drugs had been picked out for them. Is this their life now? Strangers watching them sleep? Ultimate vulnerability. They had their backs to the door. They were curled, their necks frail like dead birds. They looked like boys, these tired men. Why were there no lullabies? Why is there just this awful administrative mumbling? My eyes fly over their things. Books and a porcelain dog. Flowers. Papers from an outside world. If I see it all can I take it away, like a bedpan of piss? If I type it now, can I make it better? Flashes of their lives whoosh through me like the ghosts of their spirits, their biographies like bogus sprites wanting to wrest from me, what? Pity? Love? Smuggled-in forgiveness on behalf of a bigger thing for all that they are? I want to suck it all in. I want to siphon it all out, take it outside, and puke it into an unreachable sky.
God. People make you fucking hurt.


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The archipelagos of Cres and Losinj had, in ancient times, a common name – APSYRTIDES. As this denomination comes from the name of the Greek hero Apsirt, the end of one variant of the legend about the ancient sailors Argonauts has its roots upon our islands.
One King (Eata from Kohilda) had the Golden Fleece. There was a brave fellow Jason who, cunningly and with the help of an enchantress, the King's daughter Medea (who, of course, had fallen madly in love with Jason), got hold of the Golden Fleece and escaped with his friends the Argonauts on the ship Argo. Apsirt, the King's son, went with his ship in pursuit of the hijackers. After a long journey he reached them. Medea deceivingly managed to entice her brother Apsirt into negotiations where Jason killed him from ambush. Medea had cut apart Apsirt's dead body and thrown his limbs into the sea.
From Apsirt's body came into being the island of Apsirt – the APSYRTIDES.
That is how, according to an ancient legend, emerged the islands of Cres and Losinj and their archipelagos.


Happy Easter! Spring snuck up on us, coming at last disguised in the overcast and rain, teasing the overdue flowers out of the ground and into bloom. But wasn't Palm Sunday grand? Cold and bright, if you caught a sunbeam you didn't mind standing outside. Meek little Eddie the donkey proudly led our "demonstration" for Christ the King, escorted by a choir of children. The choir of angels sang out loudly in Our Lord's praises, and the straw subdeacon struck the door thrice with due deliberation. The Ingrediente was sublime this year, the men's voices adding weight and balance as we triumphantly entered Jerusalem, Heaven, all warm and bright. Excellent attendance all day long, with many visitors and guests. The Low Masses were mostly long and quiet, the celebrant's cadences rising and falling as he told the story of the Passion in its sonorous Latin. Plenty of time for reflection and prayer as we stood holding palms at the gateway of Holy Week.
And now it is Easter, and all is done, fittingly and beautifully so. It is done for God's glory and for the passing on of the Faith, the reclaiming of what "they" tried to steal from us so long ago. More and more even conservative Novus Ordo Catholics are realizing and rejecting the destruction wrought by that Modernist and Mason, Bugnini, already back in the 1950's, the "great architect" of the New Mass. May all eyes be opened to the unbearable scandal he represents.
But on this "day of days" I wish to acknowledge and thank those who are helping us build as we have for so long, on a truly Catholic foundation, especially for Holy Week. God reward your many contributions, your work and assistance. Your name is a proud part of a long list. I know that you give as you do out of love, love and a strong Faith. May Our Lord reward you by ever increasing your charity.
Fr. Lehtoranta is conducting Holy Week at our St. Hugh Chapel in Milwaukee. On Easter he goes to visit his family in Finland, "Green Card" firmly in hand. He's waited a long time for this visit. We are grateful to Father for all of his efforts, and wish him a wonderful trip. He returns home on Low Sunday. His April looks to be a busy one indeed.
Fr. McKenna has already departed for North Dakota, where his faithful are delighted to be blessed with their first Easter Morning Mass. He will be covering Milwaukee for First Friday, and then returning here next weekend. We have been edified and happy to have our French seminarian, Mr. Henry Chappot de la Chanonie with us again for Holy Week as he was for Christmas. Late tomorrow night the rest of the gang arrive for Easter vacation, Thomas Simpson, Anthony Brueggemann and Tobias Bayer. They've worked very hard this semester and we wish them a pleasant vacation. Oh, and what would we have done without Andy, our Michigan friend, who has been such a help in the sacristy these days. Some of hardworking Fr. McGuire's faithful are with us this morning from Effingham, Illinois, for a Baptism. We welcome them and salute his growing Holy Face Mission.
We miss, today, of course, Katie Bischak and Sharon Patton, so much a part of our lives here for so long. But they are in good hands, we know, and they know we are as well. They have gone on before, victory in hand.
I'm writing this on a wet Spy Wednesday, confident that a glorious Easter awaits us all, who have watched and prayed and waited with Christ in the Holy Mass since St. Valentine's Day, the day of ashes. We've done a fair amount of eating, as we do each Lent, but also much fasting and preaching and praying, and most of all many Holy Masses. Deo Gratias!
Happy, blessed Easter to you all! The Mass continues.
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Driving across Canada's is on many people's bucket list. Respected auto journalist Mark Richardson recalls his journey along Canada's Road.
Canada's a big country, second only to Russia in size. The highway that links her 10 provinces is 7,700 kilometres long, and I drove it in the summer of 2012 as research for my book, Canada's Road.
Actually, that should be "research" with wagging quote fingers, because I'm always looking for a good road trip. Road trips are usually rushed affairs, hustling somewhere to enjoy the drive but with little time to stop and enjoy the scenery, but that summer, I slowed it all down and took 10 weeks for the drive. Much better.
It helped that my ride was a 2012 Chevy Camaro convertible, supplied for the trip by General Motors. It was loaned for three months; I put almost 27,000 kilometres on it, driving back and forth and twice across the country. The only thing I needed to change on it was the oil, and it didn't put a tire turn wrong.
That year was the highway's 50th anniversary, opened by Prime Minister John Diefenbaker on Sept. 3, 1962. I wanted to know if our Canadian icon is still important or just something now to brag about at international cocktail parties. There are lots of roads in the world; there are plenty of highways in Canada. What makes this one so special?
It was often a surprise for people to realize the TCH is only 50 years old – it's taken for granted these days that there's a road leading pretty much anywhere we want to go, and the road has always been there.
In fact, it's been just a hundred years since the very first Canadian coast-to-coast road trip, driven by two guys in an open REO. Thomas Wilby and Jack Haney took 53 days to make it from Halifax to Victoria, but there were no roads in many parts of the country; when they reached North Bay, they had to put their car on trains and boats to cross the 1,700 km to Winnipeg, and in the Rockies, they had to detour through Washington state for a while.
The final road that made it possible to drive the width of Canada was not built until 1943, a stretch of gravel from Hearst to Geraldton in northern Ontario. It wasn't the Trans-Canada, although it became a part of it when Diefenbaker eventually declared the highway open.
That was a proud day for Canada, despite both Newfoundland and New Brunswick boycotting the ceremony at B.C.'s Rogers Pass; the two provinces were holding out for more money to finish paving and smoothing the road. The TCH really wasn't complete until 1970, and even now, billions of construction dollars in Quebec and Alberta are widening the road into four lanes to make it safer and more efficient.
The Trans-Canada is not always such an impersonal, high-speed highway. There are still many kilometres of two- and three-lane asphalt, winding through some of the most scenic areas of the country.
We have the Rogers Pass and the Kicking Horse Pass – impossible roads through high mountains considered impassable a few generations ago. We have the Fraser Canyon, clinging to the cliffside. We have the panoramic prairie, wide and swift. And we have the north shore of Lake Superior, built expressly as a scenic route to attract international tourists. On a clear day, there is nothing to surpass driving through a deep rock cut and dropping down through the green forest toward the shoreline of the broad lake, blue in summer, white in winter.
In Quebec, the TCH unfolds as an anonymous fast highway toward the Gaspe but encourages tourists to turn onto its original route, Hwy. 132, which runs close and parallel and follows the picturesque southern shore of the St. Lawrence. And in New Brunswick, the Trans-Canada sweeps drivers beside the Saint John River and toward the coast; it crosses into both Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia and then up to Cape Breton, becoming for a few dozen kilometres a part of the Cabot Trail.
Then over on the ferry to Newfoundland, where the highway is the only link between the island's west and east, just as it is on the other side of the country; in British Columbia, it's the only paved link on Vancouver Island to Victoria, at the other end of another ferry.
The Trans-Canada Highway may not be the most efficient road in the world, and it still has a few dangerous twists and turns, but yes, it's still important and it makes a great road trip, however long you're able to take for the journey.
It's a true Canadian compromise: a bit of everything for everyone – beauty, industry, and practicality – that pushes through our differences to link the country.
Mark Richardson's book, Canada's Road: A journey on the Trans-Canada Highway from St. John's to Victoria, is published by the Dundurn Press.
Nissan Canada is supporting 21 in-need high school football teams across the country this year, and the manufacturer has launched its own YouTube documentary series to showcase those on the receiving end.
"Over the course of several webisodes, we'll learn that, despite devastating funding cuts, high school football is needed as much now as ever," reads the caption for Episode 1.
Called Back in the Game, the show will chronicle the seasons of two teams – in Edmonton and Hamilton – as they prepare for their 2014/15 season.
Full new episodes will all be available on Nissan Canada's YouTube channel or at www.BackintheGame.ca.
"Remember, the trees don't move," coaches Al Lakas, chief instructor at Trail Tours.
These words offer some solace but little consolation to the confines of singe-track riding.
Claustrophobia is not a regularly referenced noun in my vocabulary, but when the local fauna and flora of the Ganaraska Forest are a hair's length from your body, and the trail is inches wider than the handlebars of your bike, it's hard to ignore.
The Medusa-like temptation to fixate on upcoming vegetation must be overcome. If you do happen to focus on them, it could be game over.
There goes the front end of your bike, and probably you.
If you look down, your handlebars might do a jig-like dance, and chances are, that's where you end up. Down.
Breathing through the anxiety is one way of conquering the trails. Another is a strong foundation in riding. But the most important of them all: vision.
Before heading out onto the over 300 kilometres of trails nestled within the 11,000 acres of Ganaraska Forest, Trail Tours instructor Al gives my riding partner and I a lesson in a much less confining location.
Nestled in the heart of the seemingly limitless dirt biking and motorized vehicle playground is Trail Tours (www.trailtour.com.) It's just over an hour's drive east from Toronto and well worth the short-haul journey. After parking the car and walking a few paces through a trail, the world gets a little brighter. Literally and metaphorically.
Also, I'm going dirt biking. How could that not brighten your day?
Whether you're a first timer or an experienced rider, they have a program for you.
Though this wasn't my first rodeo in terms of dirt riding, it was in regards to single-track.
I could use all the tips and tricks I could get.
Furthermore, I could always use a little more practice riding in the sand. Yikes.
Day 1 of the two-day adventure consisted of making sure the techniques for single-track riding were fresh in our minds.
It's best just to ignore the trees or whatever hazards engulf you and the bike. Acknowledge them, but don't stare. Otherwise, your fate will likely be sealed.
After practicing in the various loops – there are different areas of their facility that cater to different techniques – it was off to the practice trail.
Needless to say, I was not setting any speed records but it wasn't about speed. That comes with time and experience. It was getting used to the fact that I didn't have a lot of wiggle room and that my mind would want to play tricks on me if I didn't relax, let the bike and myself breathe, and enjoy the best that machine and Mother Nature have to offer.
Day 2 was a game changer.
I was so happy that I did some basic skills the day before because I embraced the various tones and textures of the perpetually evolving geography around me.
Rocks, gravel, soil, sand (oh, there was a lot of sand), steep inclines, tree stumps, sharp corners, you name it, the Ganaraska Forest has it.
Though I didn't go at it alone. Groups were organized by skill level and were lead by individuals who know that forest like the back of their hand. Heck, I would have been lost after the first two turns.
If you found that throughout the day you wanted a more advanced riding, or wanted to take it easier, movement between groups was entirely possible. The name of the game there is safety, with fun at an extremely close second.
Challenging yourself, your mind, your body and the bike is all part of the package.
And what an incredible way to do it.
Trail Tours is open from May until the end of October.
Visit www.trailtour.com for more information.
Driveway editor Keith Morgan took a couple hot laps with F1 champion Sebastian Vettel and former Formula 1 racer David Coulthard, while the two of them and their Red Bull-Infiniti team were in Toronto before heading off to the Montreal Grand Prize in Quebec.
It was the second time Morgan had ridden with Vettel, and the second time their meetings have crossed just before Seb has finished on an F1 podium.
During a recent short stay in Los Angeles, I drove a Mazda3i Grand Touring.
It's a trim level that's not available in Canada, even though Mazda3 is more popular (comparatively) in Canada than in the U.S. And price, well, that also turned out to be a surprisingly interesting comparison.
It's easy to understand why so many Canadians already love Mazda3. The 2014 edition is an improved all-new generation car that's already been voted Canada's Best New Small Car, by the Automobile Journalists Association of Canada (AJAC).
Softer, more flowing body styling lines cover a new SkyActiv structure that's lighter yet, according to Mazda, offers a 30 per cent improvement in torsional rigidity. The 3's wheelbase has also been stretched by 6 cm, yet it's a tad shorter in overall length. Inside the cabin there's more room, especially leg and head room for the rear passengers.
Mazda3i GT Sedan: A top-line GT (Grand Touring) edition of Mazda3 is available in Canada, but only with a larger 2.5-litre SkyActiv engine and an automatic transmission. The 3i GT that I drove in L.A. came with the smaller 2.0-litre SkyActiv engine and a 6-speed manual transmission. An automatic is an option in the US and there's also a 3s GT edition with the 2.5-litre engine (manual and automatic).
The 2.0-litre engine was available last year in Mazda3, but the new body allows a larger exhaust manifold and this improves its mid-range torque output. It's definitely better, but still not great. That said, overall I really like this engine and crisp-shifting manual transmission combination and the fuel economy was outstanding.
There was 312 miles (502 km) on the trip meter when I pulled into a gas station, for the first time, at the end of my stay. It took less than 9 gallons ($35) to fill the tank. That's 34.8 mpg (US), or 41.8 mpg (Imp gal) or 6.9 L/100 km, if you prefer metric and brilliant by any measure. My driving was a mix of city/highway and usual traffic hold-ups that are commonplace in the L.A. area. The EPA official combined fuel economy rating for this vehicle is 33 mpg.
Canada vs America: Small cars are number one in Canada and we bought over 40,000 Mazda3 models last year, making it the fourth most popular small car. Mid-size cars traditionally out-sell small cars in the U.S., and Mazda3 was only the tenth best seller in the small car segment, however, that's still 100,000 plus sales.
A no-frills, stripped base model is also the norm in the U.S., but not in Canada (got to have those seat heaters). In fact, our American friends have a choice of six Mazda3 trim levels, while Canadians have only three.
Pricing: You've probably read (on the inter-web) or heard of people saving thousands of dollars by buying a vehicle in the U.S. That may be true for some high-end luxury or specialty products, but not so in the price-competitive lower end of the market.
Dollar for dollar a Canadian pays about the same, or less, than a U.S. buyer, for a similar new Mazda3. So, you will definitely save money by buying a new Mazda3 in Canada, when you also factor in the current 10 to 12 per cent difference in currency exchange rates and importation costs.
The base Mazda3 GX, with a start price of $15,995 in Canada, is a real bargain. That's $950 below the lowest priced Mazda3 sold in the US, the SV (stripped edition), at $16,945. At the top end, a Mazda3 Sky GT is $25,855 in Canada. The equivalent U.S. model is a Mazda3s GT (automatic) at $25,995.
"When we price our vehicles in Canada we look primarily at the competition and then at exchange rates with Japan. Our top priority is making it competitively priced within our market," added Lemaitre.
Looking ahead: The bad news is that there won't be a direct equivalent to the Mada3i GT (2.0-litre) in Canada next year (for the 2015 model year). However, I did learn that a manual transmission will be available with the GT (2.5-litre) sold in Canada, in 2015. It's anybody's guess where prices will be next year, but one thing is for sure, the Mazda3 is great little car and a great value in Canada right now.


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Danger Wears White
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Rogue in Red Velvet: Emperors of London #1 by Lynne Connolly
Hoping to live down her family's connections to the traitorous Jacobite cause, Imogen wants nothing more than a quiet life in the country. When she stumbles upon a wounded man, the white cockade in his coat tells her he's a Jacobite, and a danger to the crown. Yet there's something about him she can't resist . . .
In search of a document on behalf of his powerful family, Tony is shot and left for dead. Secreted away to a hidden chamber, he finds himself both a guest and prisoner of a beautiful but mysterious woman. What she wants and who she serves, he cannot know. But what he does understand is the desire burning strongly between them. And that neither of them will be spared until their lust is sated.
When the action moves to London, suddenly it's Tony who has to act to save Imogen. Forced to become a lady in waiting to Princess Amelia, she is in peril from the Jacobites, who are convinced she is their salvation. Only the strength of Tony and Imogen's love can save them now.
"Lynne Connolly writes Georgian romances with a deft touch. Her characters amuse, entertain and reach into your heart. This book is a Must Read." —Desiree Holt
About Lynne Connolly:
Lynne Connolly was born in Leicester, England, and lived in her family's cobbler's shop with her parents and sister. She loves all periods of history, but her favorites are the Tudor and Georgian eras. She loves doing research and creating a credible story with people who lived in past ages. In addition to her Emperors of London series and The Shaws series, she writes several historical, contemporary and paranormal romance series. Visit her on the web at lynneconnolly.com, read her blog at lynneconnolly.blogspot.co.uk, find her on Facebook, and follow her on Twitter @lynneconnolly.


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Zagreb, Split, and Croatia's Adriatic Islands
I have had the sailing itch ever since the first time I first awkwardly cruised around Charleston harbor with Billy T. in the Trotmans' Laser some 15 years ago, but it was Jason (a man with no sailing experience) that suggested a Mediterranean expedition towards the end of the OC's path. It made sense to me. I think we both had in mind scorching sun, blue water, white-washed buildings on craggy Greek islands, and a deck full of bikini chicks. As usual, things did not quite work out that way.
Come the start of the OC, neither of us had the necessary paper to hire a yacht, and it was doubtful that we would be able to do enough training along the way. In times like this, I always call on the aid of the irreproachable C. M. Atkin. He had: 1) sailed extensively and lived on his own boat; and 2) was on his way to Sweden to do a masters degree involving complex systems or some such useless mathematical crap. Our original plan called for sailing the waters of Greece in the middle of April, but we jiggled things around a bit to accommodate the end of Mr. Atkin's term (June 1) and the tight requirements of Lauren E.'s calendar. The new plan became to cruise the water's of Croatia the first week of June. All of this was worked out in a barrage of emails stretching from maybe July to March when we finally put down the deposit on a boat. Only the OC's Antarctic passage was planned farther in advance.
People started coming together in Zagreb on the 1st when we made contact with Atkin and Jason's sister, Jackie. That day we jumped a bus down to Split and by the next evening, the entire crew was enjoying their first meal together - a pizza dinner in the remains of Emperor Diocletian's palace. Troy is now resident in Paris after finishing his doctorate in Amsterdam. He invited along a coreligionist German mathematician still working in the Spliffy City called Falk. Katya, a friend of Jason's from LA, came out from Milan to complete The Magnificent Seven. In my usual pushy way, I forced everyone to accept nicknames for the period of the voyage. Atkin went by his nautical title of "Captain". Jason volunteered for the duty of "cabin boy". Falk was deemed too simple for a sailor man and formalized a bit to "Mr. Falk". Troy's arrival with wine in hand assured his transformation into "Dionysus" ("Dio"). Katya's feline Christian name became "Pussy Kat" ("PK") and I was re-christened "The Mate" to identify both my position aboard and generally sociable disposition.
Sometime after noon on the 3rd, The Captain and myself set out to pick up the boat, a journey that should have been simple, but ended up leading unexpectedly up a mountain and through some woods. We finally managed to get to the place (by taxi), but more than a half hour late. Tardiness is rarely a good thing, but it is especially bad when you are trying to convince somebody to give you control of a 100,000 USD vessel. The boat owner did not seem to mind our lateness at all. He ran through the extensive checklist at a good clip and handed over the keys. All of a sudden we went from mild-mannered nerdy travelers to mild-mannered nerdy travelers at the helm of a 36 foot yacht. It took a few days to get over the initial shock that someone was willing to let such a valuable thing leave their sight under our command.
Our Bavaria Cruiser (officially called "Pave", but quickly renamed "The Countessa Von Bleefa" by the cabin boy) was a nice boat geared more toward comfort than speed. The three cabins (one fore, two aft) both slept two people with at least a few inches to spare. The head was a simple design incorporating a shower, sink, and toilet with enough room to be useful but not spacious. The main cabin housed the familiar dining area / kitchen area / navigation area trinity. All of them were well designed and the saloon benches folded out into two more comfortable beds. I had feared that seven would be quite a squeeze, but we were all able to eat, sleep, and lounge with a minimum of crushed toes. Only when we were under sail and everyone was piled into the cockpit did the boat feel crowded, but this was easily relieved by sending a few people forward to hang out in the sun safely underneath the boom. The sailing rig itself was straightforward and incorporated nice-to-have features like self-furling sails and dual-gear wenches.
The charter company supplied us with a suggested itinerary that we planned to stick fairly close to. Unfortunately, no one could possibly supply an accurate weather forecast. The wind in this part of the Adriatic seems completely unpredictable. There were instances where we went from running on a screaming 35 knot bora wind to nearly sitting still with 5 knots in our face in the space of fifteen minutes. Sunny mornings gave way to rainy afternoons which in turn turned into clear evenings. It was frustrating at times, but we managed to keep a pretty full schedule. Days were spent under sail, swimming in secluded coves, snorkeling in caves, on the beach, or walking around wooded hills. Most nights found us enjoying the bars and restaurants of quaint local towns. In one memorable instance, we were entertained until early in the morning by a Polish folk singer that Mr. Falk had dragged back to the vessel. We even went the extra mile to test our anchoring skills and spent a pleasant (if bumpy) night in a little harbor.
As with any expedition, there were a few down moments. The first day under sail saw an outbreak of seasickness, so some crew members started freebasing dramamine. This led to quite a bit of sleepiness. At some times it seemed that Katya was only ever awake long enough to down some nutella and make a half-hearted pass at Jackie. Because the wind was almost always coming from where we wanted to go, there was also the occasional disagreement between those that prefer to sail and those that prefer to make progress. On our first marina departure, we managed to get the keel stuck on some mooring lines. It took about 20 minutes to get things untangled and get on our way. More seriously, there were one or two big gusts of wind that seemed destined to roll us over. In the most dramatic of the pair, Mr. Falk and myself ended up wrestling the boom while Dio tried desperately to reconnect the main sheet block to the traveller. There was a lot of shouting and a bit of adrenaline, but in the end all agreed that there was very little actual danger.
Croatia was a lovely country certainly more Western Europe than Balkans. The islands around Split were dotted with picturesque and accessible villages that rewarded the visitor with little surprises. Although not uniformly friendly, the Croatians were always helpful. It is hard to forget the words of a wrinkled old man who predicted dire consequences to those that ignore the potential violence of the Adriatic weather. We followed his advice in spades when we spotted a tornado only a few hours later and turned tail to run. Because Croatia is more west than east, costs were not as cheap as you might expect. Taking everything together, we ended up spending about the same amount per day as you might on a land-based vacation, but we were not exactly tight with money, so there is definitely room to bring down the bottom line. My first yacht hire experience was a real winner and I look forward to others. The dream is to assemble a flotilla of vessels with sympathetic and like-minded captains to ravage some coastal area. The first step will be to do the necessary training to upgrade myself from tough-but-fair first mate to tyrannical but drunken captain. Yar.
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Some other nicknames for your enjoyment:
C.M.A - "Skipper", "Skip"
Troy - "Diocletian", "Dookie"
Jackie - "Boof"
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Wine Flasks in Bordeaux, Sail Spires in CardiffHal Foster
Vol. 28 No. 20 · 19 October 2006
Wine Flasks in Bordeaux, Sail Spires in Cardiff
Richard Rogers: Architecture of the Future
by Kenneth Powell.
Birkhäuser, 520 pp., £29.90, December 2005, 3 7643 7049 1Show More
Richard Rogers: Complete Works, Vol. III
Phaidon, 319 pp., £59.95, July 2006, 0 7148 4429 2Show More
It sounds like a modern fairytale: in 1971 two architects, neither of them French, win the most important commission in Paris since the war, the design for the Centre Pompidou, and become famous overnight. The two – a 38-year-old Englishman called Richard Rogers and a 35-year-old Italian called Renzo Piano – design an exuberant building that delights some and outrages others: a glass box supported by a superstructure of steel and concrete, each façade a playful grid of prefabricated columns and diagonal braces, with a transparent escalator tube that snakes up the front, and other service tubes, picked out in primary colours, that run up the other sides. Imagined as a cross between the British Museum and Times Square updated for the information age, the Beaubourg was immediately popular (today it has more than seven million visitors a year); plopped down in a broad piazza, it was also populist (Rogers still calls it 'a people's centre, a university of the street'). Yet the project was contradictory: a Pop building designed by two progressive architects for a bureaucratic state to honour a conservative president, a cultural centre pitched as 'a catalyst for urban regeneration' that assisted in the further erasure of Les Halles and the gradual gentrification of the Marais. Such tensions have run through the subsequent careers of both Rogers and Piano, who have long identified with the left even as they have benefited from the patronage of the centre and the right. So it goes, a realist would say, for any successful practice in this neo-liberal era; the test is what one can accomplish given these conditions. And on that score Rogers has picked spots where his office can do public good; as various projects for London alone suggest, no architect of his stature is more civic-minded.
Although young by architectural standards in 1971, Rogers had several years of practice behind him. A graduate of the Architectural Association, he attended Yale in 1961-62 with Norman Foster; the two were in partnership, together with their spouses, until 1967. Hard though it is to imagine today, Team 4 disbanded for lack of work, but not before they had completed a breakthrough structure for Reliance Controls in Swindon, which Kenneth Powell describes as 'neither a factory nor an office building nor a research station but a combination of all three'. The first of many 'flexible sheds' that Rogers has designed over the years, the Reliance Controls Electronics Factory owed much to the elegant simplicity of the Case Study houses in Southern California, especially the famous Eames House of 1949. Yet Rogers was also open to the new Pop and high-tech ideas of the 1960s. In 1968, for example, he conceived a mass-produced house made of yellow panels zipped together and set on legs that could be adjusted and so positioned (in principle) almost anywhere. Displayed at the 1969 Ideal Home exhibition in London, the 'zip-up house' was, in its high-tech optimism, one part Buckminster Fuller and, in its snappy material and speedy process, one part Archigram (this group had proposed a fantastic 'pod' with legs in 1966). However, unlike Fuller and Archigram, Rogers was willing to moderate his schemes in order to get them executed; in the same years, for instance, he built a home for his parents in Wimbledon that combined the Pop modularity of the 'zip-up house' with the refined pragmatism of the Eames House. This is not to suggest that Rogers simply compromised. Richard Rogers Partnership (RRP) has continued to experiment with modular designs in search of an economic architecture that is also inventive. Over the years such schemes have included a mobile hospital for rural use, a diner 'intended as an industrial product', an exhibition structure conceived as 'a huge shelving system' (a project presented by means of a Meccano model), and an apartment high-rise in which almost everything could emerge from a kit of prefabricated parts.
Given projects such as the Reliance Controls factory and the 'zip-up house', the Beaubourg did not come out of the blue; however, as one of the few prominent Pop and high-tech buildings to see the light of day, it was read as a manifesto. First, it made clear the renewed importance of innovative engineering for contemporary architecture (Rogers and Piano were assisted by the great engineer Peter Rice, who often consulted for RRP thereafter). Second, it offered one response to the open question of what post-industrial design might look like ('most of us want it to look like something,' Reyner Banham once remarked; 'we don't want form to follow function into oblivion'). In this regard the Beaubourg was not as far-out as the 'clip-on' and 'plug-in' idiom of Archigram, with its 'visually wild rich mess of piping and wiring and struts and cat-walks' (Banham), but Rogers and Piano did convey the unlikely mix of the communitarian and the consumerist that came to pervade much 1970s culture. Third, and more specific to Rogers, the Beaubourg demonstrated the advantage of pushing mechanical services to the outside of the structure – as a means not only to free up the interior space (at almost 50 metres deep, the open floors of the Beaubourg can entertain all kinds of use) but also to animate the building as a whole (there is an echo of Futurism here: one thinks of the power stations imagined by Antonio Sant'Elia, with whom Rogers was much impressed as a student). In a sense the service tubes serve as a contemporary form of ornament – they give the Beaubourg both detail and scale – and the movement of people across the piazza into the ground floor and up the escalator not only enlivens the centre but connects it to the city as well. These are all ideas that would recur in RRP work.
After the Beaubourg, Rogers parted with Piano (amicably, as he had done with Foster), and more projects came his way, some from the business establishment. In 1978, Lloyd's of London selected Rogers to design its main building for insurance trading. The programme called for a vast space, 'The Room', whose functions could expand and contract with trade volume, and Rogers responded with a full-height atrium surrounded by galleries connected by escalators and lifts. Again, services were moved to the exterior, and the stairs were located in corner towers – the first appearance of this signature feature of the practice. Along with the atrium arch, these stair towers give Lloyd's its impressive 'Pop-Gothic' look; at the same time the stainless-steel cladding says 'high-tech'. Although Lloyd's obviously lacks the populist dimension of the Beaubourg, the fact that a building with Pop and high-tech attributes could appear at all in the conservative City was a surprise – a pleasant one for some, provocative for others.
Lloyd's established the language that RRP would go on to develop: lots of glazing, services on the outside when appropriate, with stairs and lifts often placed in towers, all done in such a way that interiors might be made as open, and exteriors as animated, as possible. The exteriors of its buildings do not 'express' the interiors in a functionalist way; rather, the office strives to manifest the logic of its designs in a rationalist manner, often through an explicit hierarchy of elements (Powell suggests that Louis Kahn, who thought in terms of 'served' and 'servant' spaces, influenced Rogers here). For example, RRP uses colours far more often than most offices, yet it does so less for Pop effect than for design clarity: it applies its colours rigorously, and usually in order to articulate different services or sections. Although Rogers is responsive to the expectations of a mass capitalist world, as he showed with the Beaubourg early in his career, he also believes that architecture must offer a formal order that might do something to mitigate the distractive clutter of that world.
Lloyd's was completed in 1986, at a time when calls for postmodern contextualism were strong, and soon enough Rogers, as a designer committed to modern precepts, was drawn into the fray, sometimes with the Prince of Wales as an antagonist. Perhaps these skirmishes impeded further large-office commissions in the London area in the 1980s; in any case, they returned in the 1990s. Among these buildings are the Channel 4 Headquarters near Victoria station (1990-94); 88 Wood St (1991-99) and Lloyd's Register (1993-2000) in the City; Broadwick House in Soho (1996-2002); Chiswick Park, a business park in West London (1999-); Waterside, the corporate headquarters of Marks & Spencer, in Paddington Basin (1993-); and the Grand Union Building, north of Paddington Basin (2000-). Still more projects are in the works. Most are fine buildings, cleanly designed and smartly engineered, each with a flourish of its own – the bridge entrance and the concave front of Channel 4, for example, or the curved roof of Broadwick House. But they are more variations than innovations in the established RRP language: again, much glazing, cladding in steel or aluminium when necessary, exterior services and stair towers when possible, and colour accents for articulation.
Naturally enough, it was industry, both old and new, that really warmed to the rationality of RRP designs. In 1979 Rogers designed a centre for Fleetguard in Quimper, Brittany. Fleetguard specialises in manufacturing heavy-duty engine filters, but Rogers gave its factory a rather light construction – a long box supported by slender columns that extend through the roof and are stayed by thin cables, with columns and cables painted red. Designed with the aid of Peter Rice, this steel-mast structure became another signature device of RRP (its most prominent appearance is in the Millennium Dome), but it is not just a stylistic feature: as the stair towers open up interior spaces, so the mast structures augment interior spans. The result is a functional flexibility that has suited high-tech enterprises as well, such as the Inmos Microprocessor Factory in Newport, Wales, and the PA Technology Laboratory in Princeton, New Jersey, which RRP designed in the early 1980s. These, too, are big sheds supported by steel masts, uniformly coloured, that allow for broad spaces mostly free of columns. Prefabrication and off-site construction enable such structures to be built economically and rapidly. Lightness, flexibility, economy, efficiency: these are architectural values, but most companies are pleased to be associated with them as well. In other words, as Powell suggests, there is an abstract symbolism at work here, and other clients have partaken of it, too; for example, RRP has also adapted its shed type for various academic projects, as with its resource centre for Thames Valley University (1993-96).
As RRP executed these big jobs, it attracted still bigger ones, such as transportation facilities, dockland developments and master plans. Among its major works in the first category are Terminal 5 at Heathrow (1989-), Transbay Terminal in San Francisco (1997-), the New Area Terminal at Madrid airport (1996-2005) and Terminal 2 at Shanghai airport (2003-). Although the primary innovator here might be Norman Foster – his single-level terminal at Stansted established a new type – RRP has contributed as well; in a sense, its shed structure finds its apotheosis in these terminals. At Heathrow, RRP used giant 'tree' columns to hold up its broad open terminal; at Madrid many such columns support the long wings of the terminal under a great canopy, coloured Spanish red and yellow, whose curves guide travellers like so many waves. (Such 'Baroque' shapes are much in fashion in contemporary architecture, but, unlike his more extravagant peers, Rogers has confined them mostly to roofs.) In other words, both terminals are designed as symbolic as well as practical gateways; 'Like London's great railway stations of the past,' Mike Davies, a longtime Rogers partner, remarks, 'Terminal 5 has a civic role to play.'
This civic role is important to RRP, and it is evident, too, in its dockland projects and master plans. Over the years the office has produced schemes for parts of Florence (where Rogers was born), Berlin, Shanghai, Singapore, Lisbon and Manchester, among other cities. But much of its planning has focused on London and its environs, with schemes for Paternoster Square (Prince Charles helped to dash this one), Greenwich Peninsula, Bankside, Wembley and the Lower Lea Valley (including the Olympics master plan); and the same is true of its dock projects, which have included the Royal Albert Docks, Silvertown Docks and Convoys Wharf. Not all RRP proposals for the public realm are on target: its scheme for the National Gallery extension (1982) foisted its own new idiom, part Beaubourg, part Lloyd's, on a programme and a site not much suited to it. But others are inspired, such as the 'Coin Street Development' (1979-83), which proposed that Waterloo station be connected to the City by a lofted arcade and a footbridge across the Thames (fitted with pontoons to support various amenities), and the 'London as it could be' project (1986), which argued for a long park along the Embankment as well as a new route from Waterloo station across the river to Trafalgar Square. This kind of will-to-plan, which is often rejected out of hand as a will-to-power, is needed today more than ever, and it is galling for an American to note how far major US cities have fallen behind (even at the level of individual buildings, the most innovative designs have lately appeared in smaller cities such as Seattle, Cincinnati and Denver). In any case, commitment to planning has often led Rogers into the political arena: he campaigned for Labour in the 1992 general election; he was appointed chair of the Urban Task Force after Blair won in 1997; and he serves as chief adviser on architecture and urbanism to the mayor of London (he also advises the mayor of Barcelona).
Of course, proposed projects are one thing, executed ones quite another: the major public buildings designed by RRP have tended to be further afield. A few are law courts, such as the European Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg (1989-95), which consists of two circular chambers with two long 'tails' for offices and chambers along the River Ill, and the Bordeaux Law Courts (1992-98), a glazed shed with a curvy canopy, under which sit seven courtrooms vaguely in the shape of wine flasks (unusually for RRP, they are clad in cedar) with tops that pierce the roof. RRP, like other celebrated offices, has benefited from the post-1989 push to use architecture to develop institutional images for 'the new Europe' (which new one are we on now?), a programme in which cities and regions have also participated eagerly. On this front Rogers is seduced, as Foster is, by the strained analogy between architectural transparency and political transparency. Thus all the glass at the Bordeaux Law Courts is meant to suggest 'the accessibility of the French judicial system'; similarly, the new National Assembly of Wales (1999-2005) on Cardiff Bay, with its glazed shed under a wavy roof, 'seeks to embody democratic values of openness and participation'. Yet the structures that actually house the Assembly here – two curvy cones which, as in Bordeaux, pierce the roof – conjure up other associations far more readily: sailingboats, church spires, wizards' hats à la Harry Potter.
The wine flasks in Bordeaux and the sail spires in Cardiff raise an important question: what is the relation between the civic role of architecture and its iconic power? Too often iconic buildings are asked somehow to stand in for the civic realm, as if imagistic self-promotion were all that citizens can safely expect from politicians and designers today. Rogers, like Foster and Piano (with whom, for better or worse, he will always be triangulated), emerged in the interregnum between the engineered abstraction of modern architecture and the decorative historicism of postmodern architecture. In different ways all three designers have refined the former and refused the latter, and for the most part they have also fought shy of the sculptural iconicity of contemporaries like Frank Gehry and Santiago Calatrava. However, like these other architects, Rogers and company are also asked to brand their clients distinctively. For example, RRP is at work on a new bridge for Glasgow, a ramped promenade that is meant to be an 'icon for the city', one that will mark its metamorphosis from old industrial centre to 'European business and cultural capital'.
Such abstract symbolism can be effective, but it can also be inflated, and the Millennium Dome might qualify as one such balloon. With its 12 100-metre masts (12 as in 12 hours, months and constellations), 'the ultimate inspiration for the Dome,' Mike Davies tells us, 'was a great sky, a cosmos under which all events take place.' RRP remains proud of this structure, and certainly it can't be blamed for the ways it has been used, but the cosmic connection is grandiose, and most people see the Dome as a white elephant. Recently unveiled, the RRP contribution to the World Trade Center site is a very different animal. One tower in a group of four (the others will be designed by David Childs, Foster and Fumihiko Maki), the RRP scheme sends mixed messages – though like the others it will probably change. At present the design calls for glass façades that extend beyond the rooftop as well as steel cross-braces that support the tower in case its columns collapse in the event of an attack. On the one hand, then, RRP offers a suggestion of transparency, even of spirituality, that responds to the strange rhetoric of American freedom and perpetual funeral that pervades discussion of Ground Zero; on the other hand, it presents an image of security, even of armoured defence against the world. This contradiction comes with the site, and it is compounded by a master plan that now mixes office buildings, a transportation hub, retail stores, anodyne cultural centres and a huge memorial. What designer could make sense of that 'civic realm'?
For the most part RRP has worked seriously on the question of civic architecture in a consumerist age, and its responses are usually well-considered: no more manipulative, on the level of image, than the Bordeaux flasks or the Cardiff spires. Moreover, so insistent is the office on the 'expressive use of services' that its favoured form of architectural imagery might well be 'the mass ornament' of the actual occupants of its buildings – in offices, in circulation, and so on. Yet here the contradictions that first emerged with the Beaubourg return, some of which are real, others apparent. Rogers has acknowledged our mass society with the Pop and high-tech aspects of his architecture; at the same time he insists on a humanist notion of the city as 'meeting-place'. The rationalism of RRP designs can be severe; at the same time, the office is renowned for its sociability (it is structured as a non-profit organisation, with the salaries of its senior partners pegged to those of its youngest employees; it is active in charities; and the River Café, run by Ruth Rogers, began as the office canteen). Finally, RRP steams ahead with huge developments; at the same time it rightly promotes the 'sustainability' of architecture and the 'regeneration' of cities. RRP works well with such contradictions, but is that a weakness or a strength – or both?


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Mr. Donahue continues to serve as a leader of professional associations dedicated to protecting the right to a jury trial and preserving access to our courts. He currently serves on the Board of Governors of the American Association for Justice (AAJ). He previously served on AAJ's Executive Committee and was elected Chairman of AAJ's Council of Presidents for the 2018-2019 term.
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3:15 Artists Forum 2: 1916, The State and the Collective Imaginary (Sz.Berlin, Shane Cullen, Conor McGrady & additional participating artists).
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Met de Gouwespoorbruggen bedoelt men de twee spoorbruggen over de Gouwe in Gouda in de spoorverbindingen van Gouda naar het westen van Nederland. Gerekend vanaf de Oude Rijn ligt de eerste, noordelijke (Lage Gouwespoorbrug) op 12,21 km en de tweede, zuidelijke (Hoge Gouwespoorbrug) op 12,38 km. Beide bruggen hebben elk één doorvaartopening met een doorvaartwijdte van 25,00 meter, waarbij de doorvaarthoogte in gesloten stand 7,04 m +KP bedraagt. De eerste brug is een draaibrug met onbeperkte doorvaarthoogte, de tweede brug is een hefbrug met in geheven stand een doorvaarthoogte van 34,00 m +KP. De bruggen liggen in de staande mastroute en zijn per marifoon aan te roepen op marifoonkanaal VHF 18.

In deze spoorverbinding zijn in de loop der tijd vier spoorbruggen over de Gouwe gebouwd. Sinds 1997 zijn er twee tegelijkertijd in gebruik.

De eerste Gouwespoorbrug
De eerste spoorbrug over de Gouwe was gebouwd voor de spoorlijn van Utrecht naar Rotterdam. Deze brug die, ten behoeve van de scheepvaart over de Gouwe, geopend moest kunnen worden, was een draaibrug. Het traject van Utrecht naar Rotterdam werd in 1855 in twee delen in gebruik genomen. In mei werd de spoorlijn van Utrecht naar Gouda geopend. Op 2 augustus 1855 werd door Z.K.H. Prins Hendrik, in aanwezigheid van de ministers van Binnenlandse zaken en Financiën, de gehele lijn plechtig geopend. De spoorbrug ligt ten westen van station Gouda, in het deel van de lijn dat op 2 augustus in gebruik werd genomen.

Tot vijftien jaar eerder was de Zuidplaspolder, waar de lijn doorheen loopt en waar ook de brug ligt, nog een meer met een gemiddelde diepte van ongeveer 4 meter. De aanleg in de slappe veenbodem gaf dan ook de nodige problemen. De lijn is aangelegd met hoofdzakelijk kapitaal van Engelse beleggers. De aannemer was Brassey, eveneens uit Engeland. De spoorlijn werd geëxploiteerd door de Nederlandsche Rhijnspoorweg-Maatschappij, de NRS. De lijn van Utrecht naar Rotterdam was in totaal 32¾ Engelse mijl (52,7 km) lang en de reistijd tussen de beide steden was toen 1 uur en 50 minuten, zonder de haltetijd in Gouda. In 1870 werd Gouda per spoor verbonden met Den Haag, in 1934 met Alphen aan den Rijn. Ook deze beide verbindingen voerden over de eerste spoorbrug.

De tweede Gouwespoorbrug
Nadat in 1908 de scherpste bochten in de Gouwe waren rechtgetrokken, werd ongeveer honderdzestig meter noordelijk van de eerste brug de tweede spoorbrug gebouwd. Deze brug werd in 1911 in gebruik genomen. Voor de tweede brug diende een geheel nieuw stuk spoordijk te worden aangebracht, dat met bochten aansloot op het bestaande spoor. De nieuwe spoorbrug was hoger dan de vorige, zodat een groter deel van het scheepvaartverkeer er zonder veel hinder onderdoor kon varen. Een groot deel van de binnenvaartvloot, zoals de bekende trekschuit, werd nog gejaagd met paarden- of menskracht. Hiervoor waren voorzieningen aan de bruggenhoofden aangebracht, waarmee de jaaglijn via rollen om de hoeken kon worden geleid.

De tweede brug was driesporig en, net als de vorige, een draaibrug. Ze werd door een brugwachter, met inachtneming van de dienstregeling van de treinen, op vaste tijden geopend. Na de ingebruikname van deze brug werd de eerste spoorbrug gesloopt.

De derde Gouwespoorbrug
Door het sinds de opening van de tweede brug toegenomen spoorverkeer - de lijn behoort tot de drukste van Nederland - en het toenemende vrachtverkeer over water, was de bestaande brug een knelpunt in de dienstregeling geworden. Er moest daarom een nieuwe, hogere brug worden gebouwd. De huidige Hoge Gouwespoorbrug, met de vier opvallende, ronde, betonnen heftorens, is een hefbrug die dateert uit 1989. Deze viersporige brug ligt op de plaats waar ook de eerste spoorbrug in deze lijn was gebouwd. Het oude zandlichaam van het eerste traject was nog grotendeels aanwezig.

Ook het knooppunt in de spoorlijnen naar Rotterdam, Den Haag en Alphen aan den Rijn vormde in de dienstregeling een knelpunt. Gelijktijdig met de bouw van de hoge spoorbrug werden ten westen van de brug geheel nieuwe ongelijkvloerse kruisingen aangelegd. Na de volledige ingebruikname van de brug, op 10 mei 1993, werd de "tweede" draaibrug uit 1911 gesloopt.

De vierde Gouwespoorbrug
Het intensieve gebruik van de Hoge Gouwebrug maakte een ontvlechting van de spoorlijn Gouda - Alphen aan den Rijn met de lijnen naar Rotterdam en Den Haag noodzakelijk. Aansluitend op het baanlichaam van de tweede spoorbrug uit 1911 is daarom op 14 december 1997 een nieuwe en hoger gelegen enkelsporige draaibrug in gebruik genomen, de Lage Gouwespoorbrug. Deze brug heeft dezelfde doorvaarthoogte als de hefbrug (beide in gesloten toestand). Deze vierde brug werd gebruikt voor treinen naar Alphen aan den Rijn en Leiden. Sinds er tussen Alphen aan den Rijn en Gouda vier treinen per uur rijden, rijdt de sprinter richting Gouda via de Lage Gouwespoorbrug en de sprinter richting Alphen aan den Rijn via de Hogegouwespoorbrug. Dit is noodzakelijk, omdat de treinen elkaar anders niet ter hooge van de spoorbruggen zouden kunnen kruisen.

Oeververbinding over de Gouwe
Spoorbrug in Nederland
Hefbrug
Brug in Gouda

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RE: Macros - to set temperature?
or you can use M109 instead of M104 the difference is that M109 will stop and wait for the Nozzle to reach the temp while M104 will continue on while the nozzle gets to the temp.
IMPORTANT. When exporting Gcode from MC if you write it to an SD card to be printed on the printer from SD card make sure the "apply bed leveling" is checked. If you intend to load it later back into MC and run from MC make sure you uncheck "apply bed leveling" otherwise you will apply bed leveling 2x and most likely will use the nozzle to engrave your part on your build plate.
RE: Low maintenance, high quality, ultimaker 3?
I got mine last september. There is/was a learning curve. We put so far a little over 40kg of filament through that thing there were some problems mainly due to miscommunications as to the capabilities. Like from the literature at that time it was not clear that the temp max for the nozzle is about 280/285 for the E3D V6. True there are E3Ds that go to 400 but not this one. So that cost some thermistors. There was a wireing problem with the bed (the wire was not tied down properly in the electronics case so the movement of the bed back and forth caused arcing in the connector which damaged the connector.) But that all was fixed by MH (and I hope current models dont have that problem) there are some things I'd like to improve like the connection of the PTFE to the BodenTech extruder. The change I posted is right now in the 2nd kg of printing. The hotend/fan shroud could be better and some other things. But all in all we are currently putting 4-6kg of filament a week through that thing (with a .8 nozzle) printing mostly big frame parts. We (FRC team 1989) are trying to 3d print a whole 32x28x52 inch robot (not in one piece) including gear boxes, frame wheel mounts etc. We have developed planetary gear systems, rack and pinions, regular gears and are printing in Nylon (mostly Taulman as they partially sponsor us) HIPS (For frame parts and gear prototypes as its only $12/kg at Hobby King and way better than ABS) and PETG. Occasionally some PLA (working of getting the manufacturing process down to have it come at least semi annealerd from the printer and the finish anneal it with keeping the dimentional distortions within specs) . So all in all its working most of the time. And yes you will have to bed level once in a while especially when you change the bed temp quite a bit, The garolite bed we have holds on to anything so far (next test is going to be some flexibles and polypropylene and we got a roll of POM/Delrin donated). Well we learned how to take that thing apart if necessary and keep it running. So if you have any questions ask and just so you know I do not work for MH and don't get a cent if you buy here or not. I am just an Old Dude with a Pulse.
I agree with the power resume that it could be accomplished by keeping a log and maybe one day Marlin will do that.
I got a Pulse for almost a year - and it happened a couple of times to me and the only thing that works in my setup is when the computer looses power I was never able to recover from an SD card failed print. I assume your print is lost simply after that much time you most likely lost bed adhesion as it is cold now.
With the Nylon I can help. Get a garolite build plate and a glue stick and that works great with every Nylon I tried so far. Bed temp 60-95 depending on what Nylon you use and how big the part is the bigger the higher the bed temps seems to work for me. Make sure you slow the print down enough with Nylon if you want good layer adhesion (8-10 mm3/sec max with Taulman bridge and 910) and if yo'u have a small nozzle don't exceed 30mm/sec anyway.
Some slicers now support the feature of volumetric printing or at least allow you to set a max volumetric parameter. I will discuss the difference and what it does for you and how you can do it manually if your setup does not support it.
Each hotend/nozzle combo has the capability of properly melt the filament at a certain rate. E3D will not post tables as they are different for each filament and each temperature and each nozzle but the info below is based on discussions with them. So for example the hotend will have a different rate to melt PLA at 210 than at 215 and a different brand of PLA might be different and that is all with the same nozzle the value might change again if you go from a .4 to a .6 or .3 Nozzle so to get the value you have to figure it out yourself to do that you have to send some G commands to the printer to extrude some filament.
1.) wait until hotend heats to desired temp and load filament and extrude some to get rid of whatever was in there before.
This command will extrude 50mm of filament enough to build up pressure and give you something to look at. nnn is the speed in mm/min so F60 will extrude at a speed of 60mm/min or 1mm/sec.
G1 E50 F60;will extrude filament at 2.4 cubicmm per sec.
You pick a start value that you consider safe and start going up after each time you inspect the filament extruded. IF it starts to get bulges or balls or you hear the extruder starting to click or after the extruder stops filament still poors out the hotend for a couple of seconds then you are going too fast and go back to a speed that gives good results. Then deduct 10% and lets say your calculated value is 360 then your max volumetric throughput is 360/60/2.4 = 14.4 mm3/sec You enter that in your slicer. Now on a ,4 nozzle it might not matter as your max speed might be the max speed your printer is capable lets say 60mm/sec if you print .4 wide and lets say a layer height of .32 which is the max suggested then each mm you print will have 0.128 mm3 of filament if you print at 60mm/sec then you will extrude 7.68 mm3 of filament which is about half of what you can . So if you go to a .8 nozzle and you have a slicer capable of reducing speed based on max mm3/ sec then it will perform a calculation like that. Assume .96 mm extrusion width and .6mm layer height then each mm extruded will have 0.576 mm3 of filament with our 14.4 mm3/sec max extrusion you will get a max speed of 14.4/0.576 = 25 mm/sec if you drop the layerheight to .3 you can move at 50mm/sec Either print with either layer height due to the different speed will take the same time so now you pick the layer height that is best for other reasons. If you have a layer height too high for the speed then you will get the before observed extrusion problems and a crappy print. Now that explains volumetric max.


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