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Category: L & E Burke
December 29, 2017 April 27, 2019 chloew3stLeave a comment
The snow hadn't stopped for several hours, covering the majority of the city in a complete blanket of luxurious white fleece. Leon had left his car parked somewhere near (insert street) and walked the rest of the way home through the blizzard. Elise had managed to get home earlier in the day and had already built up the fire and put on an old Ella Fitzgerald album. She sat down in the bay window, wrapped herself in a blanket, and sipped a glass of Merlot listening to the crackle of the ancient vinyl. There was always something soothing about that sound, particularly when the snow fell: the silent, overbearing snow.
The back door rustled open and Elise heard the familiar thud of Leon's boots. She looked over at the clock on the fireplace mantle and saw that it was only five forty. He wasn't home until at least eleven most nights. She stayed sitting in the window and watched the snow cascade violently against the old glass pane. She didn't know what kind of mood he'd be in and she did not feel like ruining the peace of the moment she had created, however brief.
It had been like this lately, this impending fluctuation of Leon's moods. He was tired of working for another chef, another owner, another creative genius, another person calling the shots. It was beginning to take a toll on their marriage. Elise knew that he needed freedom, but she had no clue how to help him achieve it, other than to tell him to quit and try somewhere new, somewhere his voice would be heard. She had even doubted that rationale, wondering if the problem wasn't the other kitchen staff, but her own husband. But she was a loyalist through and through, and so whenever the fleeting thought came into her head that Leon might be the source of his own unhappiness, she pushed it aside for a more productive thought.
She could hear him stomping his boots aggressively against the stoop just outside their back entrance on the third floor. He was not in a good mood, by the sound of it. She thought about sneaking out the front door before he got inside and going for a walk in the peace and quiet of the silent storm outside, but guilt caught hold of her before she could must the energy to do it—and the full glass of wine that she had just finished. She decided to pour herself another glass to fortify her nerves for whatever ever version of Leon would walk through the door any moment. As she walked to the kitchen, he managed to open the door in front of her, blowing the angst of the winter in with him.
Leon was covered in a layer of powder from the top of his wayward hairline down to his semi-frozen socks.
"What happened to your feet?" Elise asked, concerned.
"The snow is already so deep that my boots were useless." He threw his coat on the ground, stripped his socks, pants, and sweater off and practically galloped into the master bathroom. Elise heard him crashing around in the bathroom, attempting to start the shower so he could warm up. "Come on!" she heard him yell through the closed door and down the hall. She set down her glass and went to inspect. Leon was naked, pacing around their tiny bathroom, looking under the sink, then back to the shower.
"What's wrong?" she couldn't help but smile when he was in one of these moods, furious and pouting like a toddler.
"There's no hot water! The perfect ending to this shit day!" Elise calmly walked over to the shower and turned the water off. She was smirking despite his seemingly angry tirade. He looked so funny: thin, pale, and utterly frustrated. She imagined that their tiny son would look much like Leon did right now, throwing some ridiculous temper tantrum in the bathroom in a distant future.
"Stay here. Put on your robe and I'll be back in a few minutes." Elise turned the water on for the tub and began to fill it. She then walked into the kitchen and pulled out Leon's biggest stock pot—one he used for canning salsa and other such delights. She filled it and put it on the stove, waiting for it to boil. She heard Leon turn the water off in the bathroom and ruffle through some drawers in their bedroom. Once the water reached optimal temperature, Elise put on her oven mitts and carried the giant pot over to the bathroom. She poured the water into the tub and swirled it around with some lavender essential oil. It was now perfect for soaking Leon's weary bones.
"Think you can avoid splashing all over the place, Mr. Burke?" she smiled. He sheepishly took off his robe and gently climbed into the tub, taking care not to splash. Elise let him settle in and went into the kitchen to retrieve her wine glass. "You want a drink?" she asked, carefully.
"No." A brisk answer, still. She prayed that this soak would do him some good. She was oddly relaxed, even smitten, by the chaos that was raging outside their walls. Snow storms had always been her favorite. She drank another large gulp of wine and made her way back into the bathroom.
"You want to tell me what's really going, Lee?" she sat on the side of the tub, rubbing his hair, caressing his curls at the back of his neck.
"I'm over it." She let that stick in the air for a minute. Leon slipped back and dunked his head under the water, holding his breath for quite some time. Elise watched his body float up and down in the dark room, through the blanket of the water he was submerged in. She had always thought he had a perfect figure: tight muscles, olive skin, just enough hair. Her eyes wandered over him, luxuriating in him. The wine had really gotten to her tonight. He came back up for air, almost startling her out of her trance.
"I'm going to sit and watch the snow." She stood up to go and Leon reached for her wrist.
"Wait. Don't go." He pulled her back down toward the tub. "I'm sorry. I've been terrible lately." He paused and thought for a good thirty seconds before speaking again. Elise stroked his wet chin, looking down at him with affection despite his childishness. "I can't work for Clarence anymore. That place will be the death of me."
"Honey, you make more there than the last three places combined. We've finally settled in this beautiful place. What's the problem? Be reasonable."
"Reasonable? This isn't just a career for me, it's my soul at stake. Cooking for me is like having two lungs to breath with. You can't ask me to give up on my life, on my heart. Clarence is a huge dick with money as his only bottom line. He doesn't care about the people he serves, the food I make, or the staff. He's in this as a businessman, strictly. I'm tired of working for guys who don't give a shit." She saw the pain in his eyes, understood that he was tormented every day by this passion for food, this consumption to find heaven in every morsel, every cut of meat, every sauce. She had never been that passionate about anything and she envied him for it.
"Do you already have another place in mind?" She knew him. He'd already have four other people offering him tempting positions as head chef in their "cutting edge" restaurants. That was what happened to people that had gotten as far up the ladder as Leon had in his short life.
"Not yet. But I promise you, I'll start looking tomorrow, when I've given Clarence a peice of my mind."
"Stop. Why do you always have to have the last word? Just give him your two weeks' notice and take the high road, Leon. I'm tired of watching you burn bridges with these types of guys. It's not worth it."
"Someone has to tell him that he can't get away with treating people like that!" Leon said, with indignance. Elise looked him square in the face, feeling brave.
"Let the next hot shot do you the favor. Leave it." She said, with conviction. She was all fired up now, wanting partially to protect Leon from his own stupidity, but also because she knew she had him on the ropes and he might just listen, for once. It got them both charged, this sudden reaction from Elise.
"I like this side of you." Leon smirked. He splashed a little water toward her, teasing. She flinched and almost dropped her glass. Instead of getting up to go, she gulped the last bit of wine she had left and set the glass on the floor. She slipped off her loafers and climbed into the tub, still in her leggings and cardigan, wrapping her legs around Leon's and facing him. "Mrs. Burke, I do believe you are still clothed. How preposterous."
"Maybe I can warm the water up for you, Mr. Burke." He laughed at that and tried not to slip backwards, the two of them sloshing around. She set her eyes on his and held them there as long as she dared. She ran her finger over his lips, tracing his curves, teasing. "I love your soul, Leon. I want you to do what makes you feel alive. I hate it when you come home late, come home angry, come home empty. When you're empty, I'm empty."
"I know. And I'm sorry. I try to leave all that stuff at work, but yeah."
"It's okay. Because I love you and I want you to feel safe talking. I swear to you though, if you make me move one more time—" Elise laughed and threw her head back.
"I promise, I swear! You won't ever have to move again if you don't want to."
"Good." She had a gleam in her eye. "And one more thing."
"Anything." Leon tried to keep from laughing, cracking a smile.
"I want to fall asleep next to my husband at least four nights a week. I miss you, Lee. I want you. I need you. I don't want to keep waking up alone or going to sleep alone." Leon took a deep breath, knowing that he might have a difficult time delivering this particular request. He couldn't giver her a verbal response, but he stroked her face and held her penetrating gaze. She had an uncanny way of tapping into the depths of him. He leaned in to kiss her and felt the immensity of her longing. Her passion for him had grown more over time and she was a much more reciprocated lover than she had been at the beginning of their marriage.
"Kiss me again." She said, unbuttoning her blouse.
"You sure you don't want to—" She kissed him, shutting him up and stirring up all the angst that he had come home with.
Outside, the storm was raging ever-stronger, stacking flake upon flake on the cold February ground. Many people had been stranded on this particular night throughout the city, as the third largest blizzard on record for Chicago wreaked its havoc from Texas all the way up to Toronto. Inside, Leon and Elise swirled in their own storm of all-consuming passion.
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November 17, 2017 April 27, 2019 chloew3stLeave a comment
It was the first Christmas she had been without him in seven years.
Elise sat in the car outside her mother's house, engine idling, thinking about Leon. She could not stop thinking about him since running into him just a few weeks prior. He seemed so healthy, so vibrant—better than she had ever seen him when they were together—and it tore her heart open even more than she thought she could handle. Bertie had offered to let her daughter come and rest, enjoy the holidays with her, and recuperate before returning back to Chicago after the New Year. Elise had initially refused, having not spent Christmas with her mother in nearly a decade, but eventually knew it was best to get her mind off of things.
Elise swallowed hard, turned the ignition off, and made her way toward the door. The front porch was completely covered in ivy—ancient, dense ivy that had wrapped itself around the pillars and windows of this 1916 bungalow almost half a century ago and had kept growing ever since. Elise used to hate the ivy, and had asked her mother repeatedly why she insisted on keeping it. Bertie's response was always whimsical, "I can't cut something that has lived here for longer than we have. It's as much a part of the house as the shingles on the rooftop." To which Elise would sigh and haste the day that she could have her own house without ivy ruining the view. She didn't mind it so much now. It did have a certain charm about it: a rustic, unkempt look that was so like her mother.
The lattice work on the sides of the porch held dormant clematis, covered in a thin layer of powdery snow. There had been a storm the previous day and the whole town was a blanket of white, perfect for Christmas festivities. Elise set her bag down and reached for the door knocker, but her mother had already opened the door. "Come in!" Bertie shouted triumphantly. Elise knew she was going to have her work cut out for her this trip, but she smiled at the enthusiasm nonetheless. Her mother's energy was always contagious, sporadic, and well received by most—even her taciturn daughter. There was a genuine honesty about Bertie, even in her worst moments, one always felt as if she were trying, despite herself.
Elise hung her coat on the rack just next to the front door and followed Bertie further into the house. It smelled of a strange mix of incense and some sort of epoxy. Elise knew that Bertie had been right in the middle of a piece when she had pulled up, by the smell of it. Low and behold, inside the guest room, the studio lamps were on and a large piece of mosaic tile sat on the table waiting to be completed. Elise popped her head in and checked out the glass tiles spread across the table. They were arranged in a beautiful lake scene, with deep purple and magenta pieces peppering the water and sky, juxtaposed with burnt orange and emerald green representing sun and field. No matter how many places Elise had traveled, Bertie's mosaics and stained glass pieces were still her favorite. There was something otherworldly about them. They were unconventional and chaotic, yet mesmerizing; truly art. There were pieces of Bertie's work all across the Midwest in public schools, art galleries, churches, private homes, and even in an underground transit station in Chicago. She was one of the most gifted stained glass artists of her generation and Elise had always been proud of her for it.
The house had always been a mishmash gallery of sorts for Bertie to display: charcoal nudes from her college days, oils of ancient European landscapes, watercolors that Elise had done at summer camps as a child, and various installments that former lovers had left behind. Each told a story, each had a profound spiritual experience for Bertie, whether anyone else connected with them or not. Elise had never understood it, her mother's obsession with collecting "people" through art. Bertie always said that each person had certain predilections towards mediums of art, that they saw in art what they saw in themselves. As a youth, Elise thought her mother was crazy, but now in her adult years she was beginning to understand a bit more what exactly that meant, because she knew it about herself.
Elise had been drawn to architecture, its own form of art, from an early age. Some of her favorite memories from youth were traveling with Bertie to whatever commission she was undertaking and absorbing herself in the architecture of the space. Most of Bertie's pieces were installments in wealthy homes or institutions that were very old for American standards of architecture. She remembered one in particular that had piqued her interest as an elementary aged girl.
It was a gorgeous Tudor-Revival style mansion outside of Detroit with built-in bookshelves as tall as the fifteen foot ceilings and a secret door into the library. Elise had been transfixed. The gentleman that owned it was a retired doctor who had a high regard for stained glass and had commissioned many different artists throughout his tenure in that home to transform the giant picture windows into something from a fairy-tale. He had shown Elise the trap door and explained that he had it made especially for his daughter when she was young so she would have a fantastical view of libraries and reading. "By making this place a secret, I encouraged her to find her own answers, to pursue learning, and to enjoy the process," he had mused to Elise one afternoon. She thought of him fondly, every so often when she was feeling sentimental. Elise's own bedroom growing up had alcove bookshelves and a reading nook inside a large window that had been her own fairy-tale adventure place.
Through the living room there was a modest sized kitchen and a breakfast alcove that had served as the place where Elise and Bertie had eaten most of their meals together. It was a sunny kitchen, full of color. Bertie had loved collecting trinkets, and the glass cupboards in the kitchen had been the perfect showcase for her oddities. Salt shakers (without the pepper pair), various vintage cooking utensils, hand carved wooden toys, and all sorts of other neglected things had come to find a place in Bertie's kitchen. Elise had always thought it quaint.
She had loved the kitchen as a child, always preferring to do her homework in the sun-drenched south-facing windows. Even now, she realized with a pang of regret, it was still her favorite place to be. Leon was always bustling in some kitchen space or another. She had memories of him here, making Elise the best Belgian waffles she had ever tasted, or in his first apartment on Wrightwood when he made her a delicious soufflé. They had shared so much of their marriage in the kitchen, and thinking of it made her profoundly sad. The kitchen had seemed sacred to Leon, a place of quiet worship, and he had instilled that treasure into Elise throughout their precious moments of being together. It had been at least two years since she had felt that sensation, though it all seemed to rush back to her standing in this hundred-year-old house.
Bertie noticed that her daughter was lagging in the kitchen and asked, "You okay, Lise?" That jarred Elise out of her dreamland.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I Just—" She stopped, suddenly remembering who she was talking to, which house she was in.
"Why don't you put your things away, upstairs?" Bertie said, with a small tone of impatience in her voice. She had never liked it when Elise brooded. Elise turned toward a small hallway with a set of narrow stairs going into the attic space atop the house. The maple floors creaked loudly with every step Elise took forward. She got to the lavender colored door with her name and a few flowers painted across the center and pushed it open, slowly. The smell of old wood, almost musty, with the combination of something floral hit Elise's senses hard. That smell, her smell, home. This had been her sanctuary, her reprieve, both from the outside world and also from her mother and the constant stream of boyfriends that had made their mark on the house over the years.
Elise put her suitcase in the corner by the closet and lay across her double bed with a mighty sigh. She closed her eyes and flashes of memories flooded across her mind. Scenes of her playing with primitive block sets as a small child, painting under her mother's instruction, reading in the her bay window that looked out over the back garden to the small studio space her mother had made out of an old shed; countless days watching the snow fall, with a candle and a book the only things for company; lying on her floor listening to music with headphones on throughout junior high and high school while Bertie was downstairs making love to the next soon-to-be stranger; making love to her own husband in this very bed after a long and tiring argument. Elise let a lifetime's worth of moments bombard her in this tiny attic room, her sanctuary, and soon found herself fast asleep from all the emotion that had been pulsating through her.
Leon woke up in the darkness of his living room. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but something had jarred him awake. He looked around confused and wiped his face with a swift stroke. He had seen a face, but whose? Then he remembered where he was, who he was, the face that haunted him, and a quick tear slipped down his cheek. Elise. The face he always saw but could no longer hold, no longer comfort. He desperately missed her, but he had held it together for the last few months just fine—that is—until her saw her again just a few weeks ago. His body ached for her; he could smell her, feel her, see her. He stood up and lit a candle, since his light fixtures still weren't installed, and made his way toward the kitchen.
Leon opened the fridge and gazed for a long time inside, his mind wandering. He spotted what he came for and grabbed it quickly, forcing himself to wake up. Since he had gone to rehab almost a year before, Leon no longer kept anything remotely alcoholic within reach, though sometimes the urge to get lost in a drink was still overwhelming to him. So, he kept drinks that would give him the sensation, without the punishment. His favorite new alternative was a fermented probiotic drink that gave the zesty kick of a beer without any of the side effects of alcohol. It seemed to do the trick. He knew that he really needed to change his mindset about "fixing" himself and not rely on these types of remedies, but for now, this would do.
He went back to his living room and sat on the couch. He pulled out his phone and looked through the contacts. There she was, still as his only emergency contact: "Green Eyes" with a picture of her standing in front of his parents house at "Villa Ekklesia" four years ago on their anniversary. How could he have been so careless? How could he have let her go? He had been a selfish coward and now he was paying dearly for it. God, he missed her. He toyed around with calling her. What time was it? Nine thirty. That was probably too late for a phone call. He didn't know where she was, who she was with. It was Christmas Eve and she was probably out with people. Or worse, alone with no one. The thought of that sent Leon into more sadness, knowing that he was to blame for her loneliness, or so he thought. He dialed her number.
The phone buzzed in her coat pocket, waking Elise up from her deep sleep. Her eyes burned a little from the tears that had lodged themselves in her eyes before she fell asleep, so she couldn't quite read the name on the phone. She answered sleepily, "Hello?" Leon waited, breathing as quietly as he could, waited for her to say something else. "Hello? Who is this?"
"Merry Christmas." Was all he could bring himself to say, his emotions surging inside him like a volcano about to erupt.
"Leon?" Elise took the phone from her ear and looked at the screen. It was him. "What time is it?" She said, confused.
"It's late, I shouldn't have—"
"No. Please. It's okay." She interrupted him. Leon's heart leapt inside him causing him to almost stutter. Elise sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. Ten thirty. It was late. Yet, somehow, she was glad. Her hands were shaking a little and she was having a difficult time not breathing too shallowly. "You alright?" She asked, genuinely.
Leon waited before he responded, rubbing his forehead with his left hand, not sure of what to say. "I'm alright. I just, I called, I–" He couldn't go on. He stood up and began to pace. "It's Christmas, you know?"
"Yeah," She said wearily, "I know."
"It's Christmas and I really miss my wife. God. Elise, I miss you. There. I said it." He sighed and waited for her to hang up, expected it. But she didn't. She was on the other end trying not to let him hear her sob. She held her hand over her mouth, the tears flowing uncontrollably. She shuddered, trying to breathe. "Baby?" He asked, gently. She nodded, then realized he couldn't see her. "I'm sorry. This was all wrong. I shouldn't have called you." Leon paced back and forth, almost knocking the candle off the table in his vigor.
"No." She finally managed to get out. "I'm glad you did." She let out a long, whimpered sigh, trying to take a single breath, trying to live through this conversation. "I'm really glad." She wiped her face with anything she could get ahold of, the tears staining. Leon sat back down, knowing that everything would be alright, for now.
"How's Bertie?" Leon asked, trying to keep things casual, off topic.
"How she always is." Elise said, somewhat sarcastically, but with an edge of truth.
"I hope you are with her, I mean, I hope you're with someone. Shit. I'm messing this all up."
"Leon, it's okay. You don't have to try so hard. I'm still me."
"Maybe that's the problem." He said, with regret. "We're both still us. I wanted so badly for it to be different."
"I know you did." Elise said, gravely. "But here we are. Us."
"Us." Leon sighed into the phone. "But not us. Not together." Elise waited for him to go on, waited for the lecture, for the argument to start. She flinched, waiting for whatever hurtful words would come out of his mouth next. After all, they had gotten good at fighting, before she had left. She heard a whimper on the other end of the line that made her heart fall. And then a sniffle, covered by a gruff inhalation. Leon was trying to cover his tears.
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Elise." He let the words out, between deep, sorrowful breaths. She began to cry anew at the sound of his voice in distress. Would it never cease, this pain? They both stayed on the line, crying with each other, trying to reconcile the vast ocean of loneliness that was between them, but struggling with every breath.
"Leon," She whispered, "I miss you. I feel like a piece of my soul is missing without you." She heard him sharply inhale as she confessed the words that he had been longing for so long to hear. "But I can't be with you right now. I just can't. Please. Give me time. Give me more time." He knew that she was right. They were both too broken to make it work now. He had known for a long time, deep down, that he had been undeserving of her and had hurt her too much. But still, he had hoped. She needed more time, more space. Something inside of her was still hesitant, still wanting, and he could never give that to her, no matter how much he loved her.
"I love you" was all he could muster himself to say, at this point. "I love you, Elise Burke." Hearing her full name said by him, so similar to the day he had said it to her for the first time, brought a surge of emotion to her, a flood of memories. She looked down at the screen, at his face on the contact card, and kissed it while tears continued to flow onto her lap.
"Wait for me." She said and quickly hung up. Leon sat in the dim light of his living room, his ears ringing with those last words. His chest was warm and damp and he realized as he looked down that he had soaked his shirt through with tears, the first he had been able to cry in months. His mouth tasted salty and a bit like tin foil; he had bitten his lip in his fervor. He licked his fingers and singed the candle on the table, staring out into the darkness. It began to snow outside; large white flakes cascaded into the lamplight and onto the street below. Another white Christmas. Leon heard her voice inside his head again. Wait for me. He wiped his face with both hands and got up to get ready for bed, ready for a deep sleep, ready for a new day.
Three hundred miles away, Elise was also in the dark, ready for something different, feeling like there was hope on the horizon. Wait for me. Wait.
The record player skipped and crackled and repeated, "there's a…there's a…"
"What is it, Ella? There's a WHAT?" Leon chuckled to himself as he jumped over the couch and shuffled down the hall to the turntable. He gingerly lifted the needle and placed it just forward of the spot that "Ella" had been having a difficult time with. "Oh. A lull. There's a lull in your life. Yeah, I feel you sister."
"Are you talking to the record player again?" Elise said as she sidled up beside Leon with a smirk on her face.
"It's a rough life for Ella. Always stuck in the same old groove." Leon couldn't help from cracking himself up.
"Alright, Mr. Humor. We have to finish the wall if we're going to get anything done in that living room." She held a paintbrush up to him and turned back toward the living room. Ella continued crooning into the hollows of their new apartment, soaking the ancient hardwood floors and plaster walls with her luxurious, milky, timeless tunes of broken hearts and empty dreams. Leon seemed to require quite a lot of melancholy to inspire him; jazz just scratched the surface of his lust for the dramatic.
Elise was holding a wide mouth mason jar full of a deep, smoky, satin purple paint. It hadn't been Leon's first choice, but the man at the hardware store seemed to have single-handedly convinced Elise of the grave importance of painting one's first home with "flare" and "gravity" and she had completely bought into it. Leon didn't particularly care about the living room anyway. His baby was the kitchen and she let him have complete autonomy over that sphere, so he was happy.
They had been married almost a year; a good, perfect, marvelous year. They had gotten to travel, make copious amounts of love, and had even recently found a beautiful place to live that they both agreed on. This particular apartment was classic Chicago. The top floor of a neighborhood walk-up, it was long and cavernous; a bay window faced street side, complete with a living room, kitchen, and two bedrooms. It was ample for their meager lifestyle. A perfect starting place for a young couple.
"Can you pass me that rag?" Elise gestured to the floor near Leon's foot. He tossed it toward her, attempting to be gentle but missing and hitting her shoulder. "Nice shot." She said sarcastically.
"Speaking of…" Leon nodded toward the wall where Elise had been cutting in around the window.
"Are you done with that section?" Elise looked back toward the window. Little divots and smudge marks in succession up the entirety of the window were beginning to dry.
"It's fine."
"I don't think cutting in is your strength, E."
"Oh come on! I've always cut in. My Mom is a professional artist for God's sake."
"She's a stained glass artist."
"And you're a chef." Elise said, with a bit of bite.
"I've been painting since I was a child." She was clenching the brush in her hand and didn't notice it dripping on the floor in her passion.
"Hey. Uh. You're dripping."
"Gah!" She said in exasperation.
"It's okay. I'll get the rag." He went over to her and wiped the flooring off with the damp rag. Then he reached up and smeared a tiny streak of the purple paint across her face, not unlike a warrior tattoo.
"What are you doing?!" She shrieked.
"Your turn." He moved his jaw to the side a bit so she could have a bigger palette.
"Come on, lay it on. Make it look cool." He smirked. Elise dipped the tip of her brush in the jar and began to paint on Leon's face.
"Turn to the other side." She was focused. After a minute, she finished and laughed out loud.
"Okay. Let me finish yours." He said, excitedly. He absently stuck his tongue out a little bit as he focused; he did that often when he was really honing in on something. "Wallah!" Elise was a little nervous, but eager to see what creation he had come up with. She was still giggling from the marks she put on him. He walked to the bathroom and she followed him. They stood side by side in front of the tiny vanity and inspected their artwork.
"What is this?!" He exclaimed, laughing.
"I would think you would recognize that shape anywhere, dearest." Elise said, with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
"You drew two saggy boobs on my face!" He was cracking himself up, trying not to smear the paint as a few burning tears slipped down his cheeks. "That certainly was a surprise!" Elise inspected hers and couldn't quite get a handle on what the image was.
"I'm stumped."
"It's Greek." Elise inspected it further. "Ἔρως"
"I recognize that word."
"Eros. Romantic love." Elise blushed and tried to hide the huge smile that was taking over her face.
"You know, when I was a kid, my mom used to send me to this total hippie artist camp. I think she just liked having me out of the house for a week at a time. Anyway, one year, the camp theme was 'art of the indigenous peoples of the middle west' or something similarly ridiculous. One of the days, I remember being absolutely shocked. I was probably like eleven or twelve and this man had brought all these artifacts in from excavations they had done in Ohio and Kentucky. They were clay figures of female anatomy. We're talking serious jugs. And I remember going home that afternoon and taking my shirt off and looking in the mirror and being horrified at thinking that my body—my petite little body—would have to carry those things around my whole life Luckily, I got apples instead of watermelons." She chuckled.
"Let's have a look." Leon said playfully, attempting to lift up her shirt. She slapped his hand away and ran back toward the living room. She picked up the paintbrush and applied more paint to it. Leon came running after her, but flinched halfway there when he saw her pick up the brush. She found a blank spot on the wall and proceeded to drawn more egregious versions of human anatomy. Leon stood back and inspected, not believing that this was the gentle, prudish wife he had known up to this moment. He couldn't help but laugh.
"What?!" She asked. "That's kind of what it looks like." She stepped back and admired her outrageous drawing.
"You took art classes?" Leon laughed through his teeth as he said it.
"For six years." Leon looked at Elise trying not to seem cruel, but severely judging her skills in this particular field. "I'm so bad." She began to laugh too. "I'm probably the worst painter alive." Now they were both laughing hysterically, trying not to spill more paint as they came to realization that Elise was not quite the home decorator she aspired to be.
"No babe. I'm sure there are worse painters out there. Like, maybe three year olds." They both slid to the floor cackling at themselves. Elise soft punched Leon's arm and went to hit him again, but he caught her and spun her toward him. She straddled his lap and faced him. She traced the lines of the saggy boobs that she had drawn on his face.
"Happy Birthday, Mr. Burke. Sorry to have kept you indoors painting all night."
"Honestly, this is one of the best birthdays I've ever had. A little wine, my two favorite women, and a good laugh are all I need."
"Two?"
"There will always be Ella. She was my first love. Does that make you jealous?"
"It would, if she were still alive. And if you didn't have two old lady boobs painted on your face. Where's that rag?" She looked around and couldn't find it. She slipped her shirt off over her head and dipped it in her water cup. She wiped the paint off of his face, staring deeply into his eyes.
"Mrs. Burke, I do believe those are mangoes, not apples." Leon said, gazing fondly at his wife's ample breasts, still covered by her bra. He took the rag from her and wiped her face clean, too.
"Eros." She whispered, marking some profound meaning deep inside of her for future safekeeping. He stroked her face, her hair, her chin.
"My E. My favorite E."
"Even more than Ella?" She implored.
"Even more than Ella." He said, with a sense of gravity. She kissed him playfully, just brushing her lips across his, waiting for him to ignite. She loved to tease him. He paused, holding her gaze for a long moment. "I think maybe I should do the cutting in, from now on." She couldn't help but smile, kissing him passionately and pressing him against the wall. They were surrounded by disarray and unfinished projects, young and in love, and utterly unfazed by this new stage of life.
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Google Malaysia has announced that its Live Traffic feature has now been extended to support Johor Bahru as well as major Malaysian highways. The new additions come less than a year after it added support for Live Traffic outside of the Klang Valley, where they were available in Penang, Ipoh and Melaka.
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(AFRICAN EXAMINER) – The Popular Chief Chekwas Okorie, led Igboezue Cultural Advancement Initiative (ICAI), a pan-Igbo political and socio-cultural organization, has joined other prominent Igbo leaders and groups in condemning the recent endorsement of the People's Democratic Party (PDP) presidential candidate, Atiku Abubarkar, by the Ohanze Ndigbo, describing the action as embarrassing to the Igbo nation.
It noted that "the unfortunate endorsement of Atiku was embarrassing and ridiculing to the republican Igbo nation as politically naïve and pedestrian in their collective political strategy.
Recall that the chief Nnia Nwodo led Oheanze Ndigbo, had last week Thursday during its Imeobi, (Caucus) meeting in Enugu endorsed the candidacy of Atiku, and his running mate, Mr. Peter Obi, a former governor of Anambra state.
Addressing a press conference in Enugu Thursday alongside chieftains of the group, Okorie, who is also the national chairman of United Peoples P arty UPP, said "we condemn in strong terms the disgraceful dragging of the revered image of pan Igbo, socio cultural organization Ohaneze into the partisan adoption of the presidential candidate of the PDP, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar under the contrived imeobi meeting of Thursday 24, January 2019.
Okorie said this compromising political scam was pulled off by a few card carrying members of the PDP to deliberate exclusion of other members of the Imeobi who are obviously in the majority.
According to him, "what manner of desperation would persuade those who gathered at Enugu to desecrate the memory of the great Zik of Africa; by choosing to sideline the historic and epoch-making event of the commissioning of the Zik Mausoleum in favour of the adoption of Atiku.
He insisted that Ohaneze leadership allegedly erred since it was an undeniable fact that the PDP manifesto had no provision for the restructuring of Nigeria. "There is also no evidence of a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU) which Ohaneze reached with Alhaji Atiku,'' he pointed out.
The group noted that for the fact that there are 33 Igbo sons and daughters contesting for Presidential and Vice Presidential posts in the 2019 Presidential Election makes the purported Imeobi political misadventure a monumental tragedy.
The group, however, urged Ndigbo to join in imminent victory celebration of President Muhammadu Buhari by voting en mass for him, saying it was politically expedient for the Igbo electorate all over Nigeria to vote massively for President Buhari on Feb. 16.
"We urge the Igbo electorate who amount to about 30 million voters across the country to join hands with other Nigerians to have a major stake in the imminent victory of President Muhammadu Buhari in the forthcoming Presidential Election.
"We must not be the odd group out of the imminent victory celebration, as critical stakeholder, we must earn our claim to be supported to produce the President of Nigeria in 2023. Ndigbo are not cut out for the opposition.
"The very political leaders in People's Democratic Party (PDP) who are misleading our people into putting all their eggs in the PDP basket will be the first to jump ship and abandon them and relocate to the ruling party. We are used to their kind and we know them,'' he said.


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Q: updating a list in python I want to write a program that will:

*

*Take a list at random from self.population then sample three values from this list.

*Take another list from the self.population and sample three values from that.

*Concatenate these two sets of three.

*Remove all previous values from my list self.population

*Add my new lists until I have 20 lists in the list self.population.

This is what I have so far:
def crossover(self):
    for x in range(0,20):
        z=random.choice(self.population)
        y=random.sample(z,3)
        x=random.choice(self.population)
        w=random.sample(x,3)
        v=y+w
        for individual in (self.population):
            self.population.remove(individual)
            #print(self.population)
        self.population.append(v)
        print(self.population)

A: If you want to remove all the 'individuals' of your list, then why don't you do:
self.population = []

A: Your first problem is that you're altering a list while iterating over it. That's a big no-no. The standard workaround is to iterate over a copy of the list, e.g.
for individual in self.population[:]:
    self.population.remove(individual)

However, since you're just wanting to empty the list you can do this in one line:
del self.population[:]

Note: You can also use self.population = [] although this changes the list object.
However, following your updated comments it appears as though you don't need to delete the list at all. You are trying to create a new population so we can make a list variable to hold it, and leave the original population alone until we're done. The following code accomplishes this:
def crossover(self):
    new_population = []

    for x in range(0,20):
        z=random.choice(self.population)
        y=random.sample(z,3)
        x=random.choice(self.population)
        w=random.sample(x,3)
        v=y+w

        new_population.append(v)

    self.population = new_population
    print(self.population)

Note that the new variable new_population is used to store the new lists until the loop is complete, then assigned over the original self.population.

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Most people run from violence, especially when that violence concerns decades-old tensions. Professor Nadje Al-Ali, a professor of gender studies at the University of London, chose just such a subject for her research.
"I should say before I start that every time I speak about Turkey and the Turkey-Kurdish conflict, I always take a moment to express my solidarity with my colleagues in Turkey…who are very much under threat from the Turkish regime," Al-Ali said.
"I cannot call myself a Turkish-Kurdish conflict expert…but I know about war and conflict, and women trying to work across differences. I came to a point about a year ago where the situation in Iraq was so bad…it was so depressing, I felt I needed to take a break and work on something that, at the time, seemed more hopeful," Al-Ali said.
Al-Ali claimed her research had to do with how the conflict affected Turkish and Kurdish women, as well as what peace would look like for Kurdish women.
"Feminist scholars teach us that the cessation of armed conflict does not mean peace, especially for women. My question is…what does peace mean for Kurdish women?" Al-Ali said.
Another subject of Al-Ali's presentation was how the media depicted the Kurdish women who fought against the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS). She pointed out what she believed to be the hypocrisy of supporting these women while opposing the organization that they stem from, the Kurdistan Workers Party, or PKK.
Unlike other countries, where youth want peace or reconciliation, Al-Ali said, Kurdish youth have become a major part of the PPK, and in some ways they are more radical than those that came before them.
Even after witnessing the hostility that still exists between Turkey and the Kurds, Al-Ali said she has been inspired by the work of peace activists to end gender-based violence and reconcile with the other side.
"I have been inspired by Turkish feminists who have been at the forefront of not only challenging the state and gender-based violence, but have also been at the forefront of solidarity and activism Vis a VI the Kurds," Al-Ali said.
We need to broaden our understanding of the conflict to include gender-based violence, Al-Ali said.
Patrick Madaus, a second-semester mechanical engineering major, praised the presentation, suggesting that it was easy to understand while also providing a lot of useful information.
"I thought it was fantastic. I didn't really know that much about the Turkish-Kurdish conflict, but I think it was really interesting the way she brought gender into it," Madaus said.
Al-Ali warned that the signs of progress in Turkey may not last, and she questioned whether equality will remain a goal of the Kurds as long as they fight with the government of Turkey. In addition, she argued that there was still a gap between what the leaders of each group were saying and what is actually happening.
"For all these positive things and elements, I'm worried that this is a fragile flower in the midst of lots of violence, and I'm not sure how long the Kurdish political movement in Turkey is able to hold these principles of equality with the brutal crackdown of the state. There is still a big gap between what the political elite are saying and what they are doing," Al-Ali said.
Eddie Leonard is a staff writer for The Daily Campus. He can be reached via email at edward.leonard_iii@uconn.edu. He tweets @EddieLeonard23.


Acting United States Attorney Steve Butler of the Southern District of Alabama announced that Lance James Heine, 34, of Citronelle, was sentenced today in federal court on charges involving his being a prohibited person in possession of a. firearm. Court documents show that Heine was involved in a shoot-out in the Pleasant Circle subdivision in Citronelle in May of 2014. Citronelle police responded and found Heine hiding in some bushes near the McDavid Jones Elementary School. He was holding a pistol when he was apprehended. Heine pled guilty to the charges in February of 2017.
United States District Court Judge Kristi K. Dubose sentenced Heine to 24 months in prison, to be followed by a three-year term of supervised release. Heine will undergo treatment for drug abuse while in prison and as a condition of his supervised release. No fine was imposed, however, the judge ordered that Heine pay $100 in special mandatory assessments.
The case was investigated by the Citronelle Police Department and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. It was prosecuted in the United States Attorney's Office by Assistant United States Attorney Gloria Bedwell.


Back in 1967, on Easter Sunday, Los Angeles hosted its first "love-in," a gathering of hippies and their ilk to dance and spread love around. This year, a 50th anniversary celebration is planned to take place in the same section of Elysian Park that the first one happened decades ago, Eastsider LA reports.
The Los Angeles Times summed up the one-day event with its 1967 headline "Hippies Fill Glen With Splendors of Love and Miniskirts," says ELA. It's estimated that 4,000 people showed up to hear live music, get down, and put good vibes into the world. The event was advertised by word-of-mouth, but also by this awesome psychedelic poster.
The original event began in the pre-dawn hours on Easter Sunday, and so will the anniversary, which will take place from 4:30 a.m. to 8:30 a.m. in the "Section 9" picnic area, just north of where Academy Road crosses Solano Canyon Road. "The public and "fellow travelers" are welcome," event organizer Benjamin Kidwell Lein tells ELA.
The curious can get a feel for what it was like to be at that Easter Sunday gathering from this incredible collection of photos of the inaugural love-in as well as those of later years from the archives of music photographer Michael Ochs, now owned by Getty Images.


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Do you LOVE Fleetwood School? Make sure your child's formative years at Fleetwood are always remembered by purchasing an engraved brick! This fundraiser will directly benefit the Fleetwood Theater Club, which will be performing The Little Mermaid, Jr. this June! Under the direction of Dr. Strong and Mrs. Franke, Fleetwood has been known for putting on amazing productions with our children. Help support this club and create a legacy at Fleetwood that will always be remembered! The bricks will be placed outside of the school near where the students line up for recess runners so that they can be viewed by everyone for years to come!
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Not long ago, DHR Guitar Experience found themselves in quick need of an overview video for their retail store and online business. I received their call on a Friday and a week later the finished video was being shared online.
I could tell that DHR Guitar Experience was an exceptional business from the first moment I stepped inside. The beauty of the guitars and the renovated house used to display them, along with the warm and welcoming atmosphere, made me feel immediately at home, as did owner Dale Rabiner and staffers Terry and Chris.
As with every project, we started with a discussion about the business and the key points. What really stood out to me were the warm atmosphere, the quality of the inventory (including handcrafted guitars from premier luthiers), and Dale's passion for the business (and, specifically, left-handed guitars). My notes from the discussion were then converted into a two-page guide for the shoot.
In creating narration for video, I most often prefer to casually interview subjects in order to receive genuine responses, as opposed to working with tightly scripted words. It's so much better if subjects are prompted to relay their message naturally and in their own words. That's what I refer to as the "friendly, editorial style" of Talkington Media, as opposed to canned marketing techniques. Today's savvy media consumers can definitely tell the difference between an honest, authentic story and heavy-handed advertising.
I am pleased to report that Dale dubbed the finished video "Fantastic!" and we've already launched into additional projects, including recent two-camera coverage of the DHR Guitar Experience grand opening celebration event.
Are you a business in need of video detailing your products or services? Or a nonprofit that seeks to motivate decision makers, members, or donors with online video? I am always happy and available to discuss your needs and potential solutions.


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About In The Theatre:
The aim of "In The Theatre" is simple: to inspire, encourage and inform readers and podcast listeners about community theatre. We want to tell the stories of Community Theatre, focussing mainly on clubs and individuals in British Columbia, Canada.
"In The Theatre" is an independent project developed and operated by Peter Wienold. You might call the podcast the "unofficial" Theatre BC podcast. The vast majority of our content will be about Theatre BC people, clubs and events. Occasionally we'll feature non-Theatre BC content, but we'll always focus on our main goals to Inspire, Encourage and Inform our Community Theatre audience.
About Peter Wienold:
My first contact with local theatre productions was the Alberni Valley Musical Theatre in the late 70's, when I joined the orchestra on clarinet for their annual productions each November. Eventually I took to the stage, joining the chorus. A few small roles culminated in a production of "My Fair Lady", when I had the honour to play Freddy Eynsford-Hill. For AVMT, I directed productions of "The Pajama Game" and "Annie Get Your Gun" in the mid-80's, and served some time as the group's President.
I first became involved with Portal Players Dramatic Society (Port Alberni) in 1986, performing in a production of "Move Over, Mrs. Markham" at the North Island College Playhouse. In 2004, I directed a new production of that same play, at The Capitol Theatre.
Since then, I have directed, produced and acted in numerous shows, including both directing and acting in "Noises Off" in 2010 and "Greater Tuna" in 2012. Among many other performances, my most challenging on many levels was in 2015 when I played George in Portal Players' production of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?". I have directed many plays, including "Rumours" and "The Dinner Party" by Neil Simon; "Self Help" by Norm Foster; "Nurse Jane Goes To Hawaii" by Allan Stratton and most recently, "A Closer Walk with Patsy Cline" by Dean Regan, which sold out every night of the run. Following that production, in 2016, I wrote and directed "Musical Memories", an original revue celebrating the 80th anniversary of The Capitol Theatre in Port Alberni.
I was honoured to receive the Best Sound Design Award at the 2010 North Island Zone Drama Festival in Qualicum for "The Glass Menagerie". For that event, I have chaired the local organizing committee when Portal Players hosted Festival in 2006, 2009, 2011, and co-chaired in 2015. In 2011 and 2016, I adjudicated the Vancouver Island One Act Play Festival in Qualicum.
I have served on the Portal Players board of directors since 2003, including a couple of stretches as President. In 2005 I became zone chair for the Theatre BC North Island Zone; in 2008 I was elected to the Theatre BC Executive Committee, and have continued to serve there since.
Gordon Watkins says:
Hi, I just moved to Vancouver last month. I have been involved in community theatre for about ten years back home on the flats. Mostly Norm Foster stuff. Was wondering if you could suggest where one might get involved in Vancouver. Kind Regards.
I'm not sure where in Vancouver you're located, but there are three Theatre BC zones in the Greater Vancouver area:
http://theatrebc.org/greater-vancouver-zone/
http://theatrebc.org/north-shore-zone/
http://theatrebc.org/fraser-valley-zone/
Those links will hook you up with TBC member Community Theatre Clubs – hopefully you'll find one that is close to your location!
Patricia Jean McClean says:
Peter…..this is fabulous! Just what TBC needed to get "the word out"! I've just been made aware of your efforts through Mary Renvall.
I'll be at Mainstage…I've done the costumes for the Last Lifeboat! See you then. I've subscribed and will find time to listen to all of them.
Thanks so much – really appreciate the kind feedback! Looking forward to seeing your show and meeting you at Mainstage 🙂


I have a new Cell Stem Cell piece out today that aims to take stock of today's stem cell regulatory oversight in the U.S., Japan, and elsewhere including Australia, Canada and India. I use a carrot and stick metaphor for encouraging legit research and taking regulatory action on serious non-compliant activities, respectively.
Where is stem cell oversight today?
Too much stem cell carrot and not enough stick? Some would probably say too little carrot and too much stick?
Given how the stem cell arena can be dizzying with so many players and developments that seem positive or negative in a simple binary kind of sense, how are regulators doing in overseeing this difficult sphere?
The answer depends on who you ask, but for me as a stem cell scientist who has been watching the field for a long time and blogging about it here for more than 8 years, I believe that regulators aren't in a sweet spot at this point in either encouraging the development of legit evidence-based stem cell and regenerative medicine therapies or on the other hand in dealing with for-profit, often predatory stem cell clinics. I discuss this in the Cell Stem Cell article entitled, "entitled, "Too Much Carrot and Not Enough Stick in New Stem Cell Oversight Trends".
It's been remarkable to see the FDA approve up to 20 regenerative medicine advanced therapy(RMAT) designations in just over a year. However, I think there's a strong possibility the agency has swung too far from the too slow review of stem cell and regenerative medicine investigational therapies in the past to now going at warp speed. Since none of the current 20 designated RMAT products had any kind of prior expedited review designation given, is it reasonable to think all 20 now meet rigorous enough standards and all because of new data? It's hard to say, but there's likely a spectrum of existing data behind these RMAT designated studies.
We won't have an overall RMAT verdict for years as the RMAT trials play out. However, I predict that the agency has lowered the bar too far. There are also concerns that the conditional approval system in Japan is too liberal, as evidenced by discussion over the approval of a recent IPS cell cardiovascular study. Taken together this is what I mean by "too much carrot". Another issue with RMAT is that the criteria by which the designations are given (or not) are not clear.
On the other hand as to "too little stick", despite the FDA doing a bit more on clinics so far in Commissioner Scott Gottlieb's tenure (and I expect more is to come), with as many as 700 unproven clinics in the U.S. and maybe 1,000 globally, even the FDA's tick up in activity is still not amounting to enough to make a real dent. That could change, but that's my sense of where we are at now. It will be interesting to see how the two DOJ suits against clinics proceed.
So, check out my Cell Stem Cell piece and let's think about stem cell regulatory sweet spots.
Japan stem cell oversight system too lax?
A real FDA blacklist: what is it, who's on it, & should some stem cell clinics be?


Hartford Behavioral Health (HBH) offers outpatient substance abuse and mental health counseling to adults and adolescents in Hartford County including the cities of Bridgeport and New Haven, Connecticut. Since 1978, Hartford Behavioral Health has helped children, adults and families in this area by providing a culturally diverse team of professionals that prides itself on clinical excellence.
The first step in treatment is an assessment, facilitated by a licensed mental health counselor. The adult outpatient program serves those who are 18 and older, while the adolescent program serves clients who are between 13 and 17. From here, outpatient treatment is scheduled based on need and availability. Typically, clients attend group therapy at least once a week and individual therapy as often as needed.
Primary therapeutic modalities include CBT, Motivational Interviewing (MI) and trauma therapy. Group topics include managing anxiety and depression and addiction studies. Dual diagnosis clients attend sessions specific to their diagnosis and are also screened by a psychiatrist for medication management. Those who need more intense counseling attend groups as often as four times a week. Adolescent substance abuse treatment is based on MDFT, which is designed to work with teenagers exhibiting substance abuse issues and other behavioral problems. MDFT helps the adolescent and parent or legal guardians address positive change. Adolescents attend groups focusing on self-identity, sexual experimentation and peer pressure. Clients attend groups twice a week, along with a weekly family therapy session.
HBH also encourages all of its clients to seek community support through the 12 steps, SMART Recovery and Life Ring.
The team at Hartford Behavioral Health consists of psychiatrists, Master's-level therapists, LPNs, LCSWs, LADCs, physicians and Master's-level graduate students serving as interns. Counseling sessions have clients sitting in a circle with a maximum capacity of 12, and all educational sessions are held in conference rooms.
The family program at HBH is geared towards its adolescent clients. Structural family therapy and strategic family therapy are both utilized, emphasizing problem solving, principles of change and intervention, homework assignments and family dynamics.
HBH also sponsors an underage drinking program as a preventative measure.
Hartford Behavioral Health has been offering affordable treatment for substance abuse and co-occurring disorders for over 30 years. That's a long time in the business, with a lot of qualified staff members. The intense family involvement for its adolescent clients is another sign that Hartford Behavioral Health has a handle on outpatient treatment.
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G.R. No. 187456, June 02, 2014 - ALABANG CORPORATION DEVELOPMENT, Petitioner, v. ALABANG HILLS VILLAGE ASSOCIATION AND RAFAEL TINIO, Respondents.
ALABANG DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION , Petitioner, v. ALABANG HILLS VILLAGE ASSOCIATION AND RAFAEL TINIO, Respondents.
Before the Court is a petition for review on certiorari assailing the Decision1 of the Court of Appeals (CA), dated March 27, 2009, in CA-G.R. CV No. 88864.
The case traces its roots to the Complaint for Injunction and Damages filed [with the Regional Trial Court (RTC) of Muntinlupa City] on October 19, 2006 by [herein petitioner, Alabang Development Corporation] ADC against [herein respondents, Alabang Hills Village Association, Inc.] AHVAI and Rafael Tinio (Tinio), President of AHVAI. The Complaint alleged that [petitioner] is the developer of Alabang Hills Village and still owns certain parcels of land therein that are yet to be sold, as well as those considered open spaces that have not yet been donated to [the] local government of Muntinlupa City or the Homeowner's Association. Sometime in September , ADC learned that AHVAI started the construction of a multi-purpose hall and a swimming pool on one of the parcels of land still owned by ADC without the latter's consent and approval, and that despite demand, AHVAI failed to desist from constructing the said improvements. ADC thus prayed that an injunction be issued enjoining defendants from constructing the multi-purpose hall and the swimming pool at the Alabang Hills Village.
In its Answer With Compulsory Counterclaim, AHVAI denied ADC's asseverations and claimed that the latter has no legal capacity to sue since its existence as a registered corporate entity was revoked by the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) on May 26, 2003; that ADC has no cause of action because by law it is no longer the absolute owner but is merely holding the property in question in trust for the benefit of AHVAI as beneficial owner thereof; and that the subject lot is part of the open space required by law to be provided in the subdivision. As counterclaim, it prayed that an order be issued divesting ADC of the title of the property and declaring AHVAI as owner thereof; and that ADC be made liable for moral and exemplary damages as well as attorney's fees.
Aggrieved, herein petitioner filed a Notice of Appeal of the RTC decision. Herein respondent AHVAI, on the other hand, moved that it be allowed to prosecute its compulsory counterclaim praying, for this purpose, that the RTC decision be amended accordingly.
In its Order dated February 20, 2007, the RTC approved petitioner's notice of appeal but dismissed respondent AHVAI's counterclaim on the ground that it is dependent on petitioner's complaint. Respondent AHVAI then filed an appeal with the CA.
The CA cited the case for the purpose of restating and distinguishing the jurisprudential definition of the terms "lack of capacity to sue" and "lack of personality to sue;" and of applying these definitions to the present case. Thus, the fact that, unlike in the instant case, the corporations involved in the Columbia case were foreign corporations is of no moment. The definition of the term "lack of capacity to sue" enunciated in the said case still applies to the case at bar. Indeed, as held by this Court and as correctly cited by the CA in the case of Columbia: "[l]ack of legal capacity to sue means that the plaintiff is not in the exercise of his civil rights, or does not have the necessary qualification to appear in the case, or does not have the character or representation he claims[;] 'lack of capacity to sue' refers to a plaintiff's general disability to sue, such as on account of minority, insanity, incompetence, lack of juridical personality or any other general disqualifications of a party. ..."6 In the instant case, petitioner lacks capacity to sue because it no longer possesses juridical personality by reason of its dissolution and lapse of the three-year grace period provided under Section 122 of the Corporation Code, as will be discussed below.
SEC. 122. Corporate liquidation. – Every corporation whose charter expires by its own limitation or is annulled by forfeiture or otherwise, or whose corporate existence for other purposes is terminated in any other manner, shall nevertheless be continued as a body corporate for three (3) years after the time when it would have been so dissolved, for the purpose of prosecuting and defending suits by or against it and enabling it to settle and close its affairs, to dispose of and convey its property and to distribute its assets, but not for the purpose of continuing the business for which it was established.
At any time during said three (3) years, said corporation is authorized and empowered to convey all of its property to trustees for the benefit of stockholders, members, creditors, and other persons in interest. From and after any such conveyance by the corporation of its property in trust for the benefit of its stockholders, members, creditors and others in interest, all interest which the corporation had in the property terminates, the legal interest vests in the trustees, and the beneficial interest in the stockholders, members, creditors or other persons in interest.
Upon winding up of the corporate affairs, any asset distributable to any creditor or stockholder or member who is unknown or cannot be found shall be escheated to the city or municipality where such assets are located.
Except by decrease of capital stock and as otherwise allowed by this Code, no corporation shall distribute any of its assets or property except upon lawful dissolution and after payment of all its debts and liabilities.
In the instant case, there is no dispute that petitioner's corporate registration was revoked on May 26, 2003. Based on the above-quoted provision of law, it had three years, or until May 26, 2006, to prosecute or defend any suit by or against it. The subject complaint, however, was filed only on October 19, 2006, more than three years after such revocation.
Petitioner, nonetheless, insists that a corporation may still sue, even after it has been dissolved and the three-year liquidation period provided under Section 122 of the Corporation Code has passed. Petitioner cites the cases of Gelano v. Court of Appeals,11Knecht v. United Cigarette Corporation,12 and Pepsi-Cola Products Philippines, Inc. v. Court of Appeals,13 as authority to support its position. The Court, however, agrees with the CA that in the abovecited cases, the corporations involved filed their respective complaints while they were still in existence. In other words, they already had pending actions at the time that their corporate existence was terminated.
The import of this Court's ruling in the cases cited by petitioner is that the trustee of a corporation may continue to prosecute a case commenced by the corporation within three years from its dissolution until rendition of the final judgment, even if such judgment is rendered beyond the three-year period allowed by Section 122 of the Corporation Code. However, there is nothing in the said cases which allows an already defunct corporation to initiate a suit after the lapse of the said three-year period. On the contrary, the factual circumstances in the abovecited cases would show that the corporations involved therein did not initiate any complaint after the lapse of the three-year period. In fact, as stated above, the actions were already pending at the time that they lost their corporate existence.
In the present case, petitioner filed its complaint not only after its corporate existence was terminated but also beyond the three-year period allowed by Section 122 of the Corporation Code. Thus, it is clear that at the time of the filing of the subject complaint petitioner lacks the capacity to sue as a corporation. To allow petitioner to initiate the subject complaint and pursue it until final judgment, on the ground that such complaint was filed for the sole purpose of liquidating its assets, would be to circumvent the provisions of Section 122 of the Corporation Code.
As to the last issue raised, the basic and pivotal issue in the instant case is petitioner's capacity to sue as a corporation and it has already been settled that petitioner indeed lacks such capacity. Thus, this Court finds no cogent reason to depart from the ruling of the CA finding it unnecessary to delve on the other issues raised by petitioner.
WHEREFORE, the instant petition is DENIED. The assailed Decision of the Court of Appeals in CA-G.R. CV No. 88864, sustaining the Decision of the Regional Trial Court of Muntinlupa City, Branch 276, in Civil Case No. 06-138, is AFFIRMED.
Velasco, (Chairperson), Brion,* Villarama, Jr.,** and Leonen, JJ., concur.
* Designated additional member in lieu of Associate Justice Jose Catral Mendoza, per Raffle dated March 3, 3010.
** Designated Acting Member, per Special Order No. 1691 dated May 22, 2014.
1 Penned by Associate Justice Portia Aliño-Hormachuelos, with Associate Justices Jose Catral Mendoza (now a member of this Court) and Ramon M. Bato, Jr. concurring; Annex "A" to petition, rollo pp. 25-33.
3 See Annex "Q" to petition, id. at 104-108.
5 329 Phil. 875 (1996).
7Reburiano v. Court of Appeals, 361 Phil. 294, 307 (1999), citing Sumera v. Valencia, 67 Phil. 721, 726 (1939).
9 Annex "J" to petition, rollo, pp. 56-62.
11 G.R. No. L-39050, February 24, 1981, 103 SCRA 90.
12 433 Phil. 380 (2002).
13 486 Phil. 170 (2004).


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LOS ANGELES – Probation officials openly worried about actor Johnny Lewis' mental health and his danger to others in recent months, and this week their worst fears came true.
The man who died a violent death on "Sons of Anarchy" three years ago apparently beat and strangled his landlady and attacked neighbors before falling or leaping to his own death in neighborhood near Hollywood on Wednesday afternoon.
They were the final violent acts of a man who in the previous 10 months had been repeatedly arrested, sent to counseling and had left jail only five days before his demise.
Court records and his attorney detailed attempts to help Lewis but not in time to help 81-year-old Catherine Davis, who neighbors reported screaming inside a home near the outskirts of Los Angeles' Griffith Park. The home had been ransacked, glass was shattered and a dead cat was also found inside, and Lewis' body was found in the driveway.
Lewis' cause of death is pending toxicology results, Coroner's investigative division Lt. Fred Corral said Thursday evening. Davis died from blunt head trauma and manual strangulation, he said.
The deaths came four months after a probation officer expressed grave concerns about Lewis' mental health, writing that he was "very concerned for the well-being of not only the community but that of the defendant."
Court records detail Lewis' descent from January 2012, when he attacked two men and hit them in the head with a bottle, through August, when he acted as his own attorney and pleaded no contest to felony assault.
By that point he had been arrested three times for incidents ranging from trying to break into an occupied home in Santa Monica, Calif., to resisting arrest. He had been sent to treatment programs that specialized in drug and alcohol addiction as well as mental illness.
A May 17 probation report states that "the defendant suffers from some form of chemical dependency, mental health issue and a lack of permanent housing. Given this, (Lewis) will continue to be a threat to any community he may reside."
Another probation officer had written two months earlier, "Obviously defendant's behavior is out of control and needs counseling afforded by a professional."
Lewis remained on supervised probation at the time of his death.
Lewis' attorney Jonathan Mandel said the actor had serious mental issues that seemed to surface fairly recently. He said Lewis' parents and others had tried desperately to help him.
"Johnny Lewis had a lot of problems, a lot of mental problems," Mandel said by phone Thursday. "I recommended treatment for him but he declined it."
He continued, saying: "I give a lot of credit to his parents. They were really strong in trying to help him out. They really went to bat for him, but I guess they just couldn't do enough."
Lewis' career spanned more than a decade, mainly in small roles. He played Ricky in the 2007 movie "AVPR: Aliens vs Predator -- Requiem" and was Dennis "Chili" Childress for two seasons on TV's "The O.C." He also appeared in episodes of such popular television shows as "Boston Public," "Judging Amy," "Malcolm in the Middle" and "Drake & Josh."
He was on "Sons of Anarchy" in 2008 and 2009 before his character was killed off.
Kurt Sutter, the show's creator and executive producer, tweeted news of Lewis' death Thursday: "It was a tragic end for an extremely talented guy, who unfortunately had lost his way," Sutter wrote. "I wish I could say that I was shocked by the events last night, but I was not. I am deeply sorry that an innocent life had to be thrown into his destructive path."


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Der Jochberg liegt mit  Höhe in den Bayerischen Voralpen zwischen Walchen- und Kochelsee. Er war während der Würm-Eiszeit ein Nunatak, also ein Berg, dessen Gipfel ca. 150 m aus dem Eisstrom herausragte. Der Kesselberg, der Einschnitt zwischen Herzogstand und Jochberg, war ein Alpentor; hier floss ein Nebenarm des Isargletschers, der wiederum ein Seitenarm des Inntalgletschers war, in einer Höhe von ca.  hindurch. Die Nordseite des Jochberges ist geprägt von senkrecht stehenden Hauptdolomitplatten aus der Oberen Trias. Die Südseite besticht vor allem durch steile Grashänge.

Seinen Namen hat der Jochberg von dem Ort Altjoch am Kochelsee. Die dort ansässigen Jocher besaßen am Jochberg Weiderechte und durften dort Holz schlagen. Sie errichteten auch die Jocheralm.

Wegen seiner Aussicht auf die Umgebung ist er ein beliebter Ausflugsgipfel und gilt als leichte und auch für Familien geeignete Bergwanderung. Der Aufstieg erfolgt vom Kesselberg oberhalb Urfeld, alternativ etwas länger von Jachenau, Sachenbach am Ostufer des Walchensees oder ab Kochel. Unterhalb des Gipfels liegt auf  die nur im Sommer bewirtschaftete Jocheralm.

Bei klarer Sicht lässt sich nach Norden der Münchener Olympiaturm erkennen. Bei sehr guten Verhältnissen lassen sich auch die Dampfwolken aus den Kühltürmen des Kernkraftwerks Isar II ausmachen. Auch im Winter wird der Jochberg viel bestiegen; in der Regel leiten auch bei mittlerer Schneehöhe festgetretene Spuren den Weg vom Kesselberg hinauf.

Der Gipfel ist seit dem 10. September 2015 vom Grundeigentümer für Gleitschirmflieger gesperrt, da diese entgegen getroffener Absprachen auch Richtung Süden starten und dadurch das Weidevieh in dem sehr steilen Südhang stören und gefährden.

In der Silvesternacht 2016 entstand auf dem Graseck, einem 1281 Meter hohen Berg rund 1,2 km nördlich des Jochbergs, ein Großbrand, der rasch einen Quadratkilometer Wald und Wiesen erfasste, worauf der Katastrophenfall ausgerufen wurde.

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Im Februar 2013 wurden Vorüberlegungen der Energieallianz Bayern bekannt, in der Südostflanke des Jochbergs in der Mulde der Jocheralm einen Pumpspeichersee zu errichten. Am 6. September 2014 wurde bekannt, dass die Bayerische Staatsregierung das Projekt aus wirtschaftlichen Gründen nicht weiterverfolgen wird.

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