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The Bar III: Brandy
Rating: NC-17. Incest.
Pairing: Connor/Murphy/Odysseus, Diomedes/Cassandra, Clytemnestra/Aegisthus. Hints of other pairings.
Feedback: Whatever you'd like to say.
Notes: AU crossover of Boondock Saints and Troy. Set in a parallel Prohibition-era Boston, so its history didn't quite go as ours did. Supernatural overtones. Spin-off series of The City, a Once Upon a Time in Mexico AU/crossover.
Summary: Boston gets a thorough cleansing, which isn't easy on pretty much everyone.
At first, Connor had been rather annoyed by Cassie's insistence on stopping the car two blocks from the church, but he quickly changed his mind once they'd actually gotten near St. Ignatius'. "Fuck me. Sounds like they're having a firecracker party in there."
She shot a glare over her shoulder, winging a scorch mark over his cheek, and then stalked off, back ramrod-rigid so she looked like a walking broom-stick.
Behind him, Murphy coughed. "I bet Dios is in there. Brilliant how you piss off women, Connor. 'specially when they've got the car keys."
"Shut up and help me with the shotguns." Keyless or not, Connor had picked up a pocketknife back at Ode's apartment, and now he put it to use. The lid to the trunk popped open without too much noise, and he started handing out guns. "How's the leg?"
"How about I stay downstairs and you go upstairs?" rejoined Murph, slapping Connor's hand away from one gun and swiping it for himself. "And-hey! Cassie! Where are you going?"
"Getting another car. Don't worry about me; I don't die here." She knelt down on the curb, checking out one car. Then she shook her head at something and moved to the next, where she began to pick its lock with a hairpin. "But…do me a favor?"
Murph and Connor looked at each other, didn't see why not, and went back to loading the guns. "Sure," Connor said. "You got us here. I hate missing a good party."
She piffed out a laugh and shoved her hair behind one ear, then leaned back as the door swung open. "God, you two have no idea. But just get Dios out of there, all right? And tell him…tell him I'm sorry I couldn't wait for the lesson."
With that for a farewell, Cassie climbed into the car. A few seconds later, its engine roared to life, and she peeled away from the curb like her ass was on fire. Connor had to admit that he was impressed. Maybe the men in Boston were bastards, but the women weren't half-bad.
"Connor?" Murph was hiding his face in his hand, and covering it up by pretending to mess with the fringe of his hair. Which they both knew was pointless, because no matter what Connor had tried grinding into it, it always stayed the same spiky rumple. "So…"
"You nervous?" Not that that was a bad thing, given how Connor's stomach had suddenly decided to whip itself into a squirming mess. They'd done stuff like this before, keeping bastards of all kinds off their property back in Ireland-property being taken to encompass interference with anywhere they happened to like a lot-but never with… "Jesus. Sounds like Armageddon in there."
The concrete made the shuffling of Murph's feet echo, and the slight howl to the breeze wasn't doing much for the mood, either. "Yeah," Murph confessed, voice quiet like when Connor had told them their Da was dead.
"Probably a good thing. That way we'll be more careful, right?" They always said the first step was the hardest, which was why Connor took two real fast ones toward the cathedral. He stared up at its wicked-looking spires, which drove like nails into the spread of the dark sky. Occasionally a brilliant burst of gunfire would light up one of the windows, or blow it out with a soft tinkling of glass.
"Or you'll whack me in the head again." Murph deftly avoided the cuff Connor sent his way. Then he shook out one of his guns and cocked it, the lines of his face falling into an almost serene somberness. "So I was thinking-and don't even say it, Connor, or I'll beat your ass-that Da probably did a good thing, sending us out of here. But you know, this place has really gone to shit."
Connor had to agree with that. "Yeah. Someone should clean it up. Like us, I guess."
And beneath their feet, the city tapped her accord in long low hums. Scared the hell out of Connor for a moment, and then he got to find out how she reassured people.
Murph squirmed uncomfortably, lifting and lowering his feet in an inadvertent tap-dance. "Hey, stop that. Feels weird."
"We need to get going, anyway." Ignoring the warmth wrapping itself around his spine, Connor grabbed his twin's elbow and dragged them the rest of the way to the cathedral. Naturally, they didn't go up the front steps where anyone could take a potshot at them. Anyway, Murph had spotted a nice, apparently unguarded side-door, and if the ones inside were going to make it that easy-well, Connor sure as hell wasn't going to turn them down.
It wasn't exactly O's first firefight, but it was hands-down the worst he'd ever been in. He didn't think he'd been above slithering since he first sneaked in, and while his back was starting to scream, the net of bullets cast above his head kept him from getting off his belly.
Also, he'd never noticed how awful the echoes were in St. Ignatius'. Shouts and screams and blasts bounced back and forth, seeming to grow only louder as they rose, and then it all came crashing off the sturdy ceiling as a paralyzing haze of noise. It was so bad that he almost didn't hear the man tripping over his leg.
"Shi-"
O whipped around during the end of that word and automatically shot the man in the face. Then he froze as the world suddenly slowed down so he could watch every detail of the eyeball exploding out of its socket.
The corpse fell across him, finally shocking him into wriggling away as fast as he could. "Christ!"
"Orestes?"
"Christ." He twisted away and brought his gun up again, but luckily, Dios caught his wrist and kept him from doing anything stupid. "Hey! What are you doing-never mind. Where's Ode?"
The other man began to speak, but then something attracted his attention. He flicked his gaze left, then violently flinched down and threw them sideways, just in time to avoid whatever took out the pew they'd been beside. "Why do you want to know? Shouldn't you be watching over your sister?"
"I got kicked out a month ago. Our sainted mother thinks we're conspiring against her. Well, we are now." O tried not to lose his temper. He needed to save that for when he finally had things out with Clytie. "Speaking of, wanted to make sure Ode knew Clytie's gunning for him. She thinks he has Il Duce's sons."
"Well, he does. Kind of." Dios bounced up for a moment to return fire, then plastered himself back against the floor. "And thanks for the warning, but you really need to get out of here."
No kidding. O didn't need a candle to tell him most of the Achaeans had to be here, battling it out with what sounded like Aeneas himself. But Ode and Dios had been two of the few guys of his father's that had treated him decently, and continued to be that way even after Clytie had made it plain she didn't want any reminders of his father around.
He and Electra had never gotten around to paying them back. For that matter, he'd never even gotten to say goodbye to Ode before the man had skipped town three years ago, and that had been right after Ode had had a screaming fight with Clytie, which had shut her up for the next week. "Going. Just let me do something first."
O made sure not to think about what he was doing as he did it: namely, standing up and screaming, "What the hell are you doing?"
Wild-eyed, Dios promptly dragged him back down. "Exactly my question," he hissed.
Not paying him any attention, O continued to yell. "Who the hell are you? Because you aren't the men who fought for my father without pay, without doctors. Because you aren't the ones who beat back the fucking Trojans to the edge of town-"
Aeneas shrilled insults at that, and bullets rattled the walls. Unperturbed, O, just ratcheted his volume up a notch. "-or the ones who told him they'd always guard his legacy. You're trying to kill Odysseus? Who saved more of your asses than-well, fuck you! I'm leaving, I'm taking my sister with me, and we're starting the family over somewhere else."
"Good riddance, you pimpled fuck!" howled Aeneas. "Shoot him! First one that brings me his head-"
"-over my dead body! He's Gam's boy!" from another corner of the church.
"O," Dios said in a very calm, very strained voice. "You are the stupidest, smartest or luckiest bastard currently in the room. Now get out, because that's supposed to be Ode's job. And…well, good luck."
O gave the other man a quick hit on the arm before starting for the nearest exit. All around, the pattern of gunfire was shifting. Toward him, but with the bullets flying outward, and God, they'd actually listened. They still remembered…not what his father had been toward the end, but what he'd been at the very beginning: a great leader, a good war tactician, and someone that fiercely guarded what was his, even if at times he'd been stubborn about what that had been.
It made O think that maybe his blood wasn't all corrupt, after all. Maybe he could do what he'd said, and clear up his family's reputation. "Thanks, Dios. And tell Uncle Ode-"
"-got it." Dio was already moving away, sniping shooters out of the upper galleries as he went. A fighter and a good man first, no matter what else he'd done.
He'd better live. Too many of the undeserving had been reaped by death in Boston, and far too many of the deserving still walked.
Which was a balance that O was just about to go change.
When he got to the door, he stood again, just long enough for his-Holy Christ, his--men to see him. Then he was outside, and leading them back to the family mansion where Clytie and that bastard Glass waited for justice.
Briseis was just closing up the bar for the night when the door suddenly burst open. A hulking glare stepped in, and Glass gave her a brutal smile. "Hello. Just off to check up on them for Ode?"
"Who-who? What the hell are you talking about?" She clutched at the bar behind her, trying to figure out if she could dive over it and grab her shotgun before he could cross the small intervening space.
"Oh, I think you know." Glass strode over and took her roughly by the shoulders, his breath fouling up her eyes till they seemed to film with rotten yellow. His fingers were crushing her bones, and she futilely tried to push him away. The grip only tightened. "We've left you alone so far because you whored yourself to the greatest fighter this city's ever seen, but that doesn't make you untouchable. Now-"
"Get off!" Stung by memories, bruising in body and spirit, Briseis lost her temper and kneed the bastard as hard as she could. It was enough to make him hunch over and swear, but he was so much taller that she couldn't get in a crippling blow. Desperate, she yanked her head around and bit into his arm where she could reach.
His hold on her slipped a little, and Briseis tore it open the rest of the way. She made a mad rush for the door, but during the last few feet, a hand came out of nowhere and seized her ankle. Briseis went crashing to the floor, still clawing as she was dragged back.
Glass reeled her in like he was hauling rope, his huge palms slapping down hand-over-hand on her leg. "You fucking bitch…"
"No, that'd be the one you're fucking."
Framed in the doorway, Cassie raised the gun and shot. And then the room was full of gray and burn, Briseis' throat searing with every heave of breath, but the grip was lax and she was scrambling free. Meant to stop by Cassie, but the other woman shoved her on, almost throwing her outside. "Keep going! Don't stop! Car--"
And Briseis did. Not because she was a coward, or because she'd gone mad with fear, but because Cassie wasn't Cassie anymore. That voice-low and scratchy and booming, less woman and more outcropping of some unfathomably great force-that voice was Cassandra's.
Leave town, Ode had said.
He'd scared her a little with that, and so she'd gotten a few things ready. Briseis stopped long enough to kick aside a few boxes in the alley next to her bar, drag out the hidden suitcase, and then she was in the car. And she didn't get out until Boston was a mere smear of light on the horizon.
Then Briseis wrenched the car to the side of the road, opened the door, and threw up. In between bouts of vomiting, she prayed.
Cassie had never shot a gun before, so she hadn't been expecting the strength of the recoil. It threw her sideways, and combined with Glass' quick roll to the side, she only hit his shoulder instead of his skull. Bone splintered, white gashing through the sudden flood of blood, but Glass still managed to bull himself to his feet and slam through the next bullet, which went in just below his ribcage.
And then the gun was crushed out of her fingers, and a hand was doing the same to her neck. "Goddamn it, why can't you just-stop? When the hell will you have enough?"
Hot blood was soaking into her blouse, turning it into a swamp between them. She tried to jerk her knee up and force him back, but one meaty hand caught it and turned it aside. Whacked it into some kind of metal fitting that jutted from the wall.
The snapping sound came first, and then the pain, like a blizzard freezing her. But it was all right. She hadn't seen beyond this, and now she wouldn't be forced to see any more. "Because-" clutched at his wrist, striving for air "-because it's not your city. Never was."
"And what fucking right do you have? What, we're slaves? Can't even try to be better than…" Glass' gaze maddened, went red with all the bulging veins in his eyes. He took a deep breath-
--and Cassie remembered Dios last night, hair falling over closed eyes. But no rest for her, never any…she dredged up one last effort and brought her fist down as hard as she could on Glass' wounded shoulder.
He screamed and dropped her right onto the gun. Cassie hissed back the fade of her vision and whipped it off the floor towards him. She wasn't looking as she pulled the trigger, and so she only heard him die.
So tired, she thought as she sank against the floor. Her head bumped into something, but her sight was too dark to tell her what it was. Hopefully, it would stay that way. She was so sick of having to watch it all, bloody present and dreadful future, and not even being able to keep it out of her dreams, and only Dios seeming to be stable…
Odysseus didn't think he was going to make it out of the church alive. For some reason, that disappointed him.
He'd spent long enough wishing for death. Praying for it while he'd continued to be stuck on a journey with no end, for what did he have to go back to, if not family and home? Boston wasn't home, for all that he'd been born and bred in it. Boston was…
A bullet cracked over his head, making him reflexively slouch lower against the side of the altar.
Boston was like that nagging fragment of song, always teasing and daring a guess, but she had claws, too. And once they were in, they never came out. Not even Penelope had managed to cloud over the strange loyalty Odysseus felt to his city.
No, it wasn't home. But it was where he was, no matter where his body happened to be at any given moment. And if he was going to die, then better here than anywhere else.
Except he wanted to live. He always wanted to live, even when the pain was overwhelming his reason and his heart, even when he wanted to tell himself that death would be better. It never worked, and now, it wasn't even an option. Though he was trying to persuade himself that it was. Figured that the one person he couldn't convince would be himself.
"Odysseus!" called Aeneas. "You're a dead man. I swear by every fucking god around that you're not leaving here alive!"
"Guess they must not be listening," replied a voice from the balcony directly above Odysseus. Connor, and goddamn it, there wasn't time for this.
An ominous click sounded. "Well, considering there's only one of them, the blasphemy must itch him something awful."
Murphy. Odysseus tried and failed to remember where Dios had gotten to. Then he finished reloading his gun and lunged up before the two idiots above him could do anything insane. They couldn't; if they died, then the city was completely lost. And Odysseus just couldn't let that happen, despite how Boston had chewed up his life.
When O had left, he'd taken the better part of the Achaeans with him, but a few had hung around and kept the three-way fight going. Now, bodies littered the cathedral, which had barely a recognizable patch left in it. Odysseus wasn't rushing past pews now, but past splintered piles of bullet-scorched lumber, some of which were slowly starting to catch fire. And of course, there were bullets coming from every side, some even getting close enough to rip gashes in his arms and legs. Nothing new, so he kept going.
Aeneas was kind enough to stand front-and-center, openly daring anyone to shoot him. When he saw Odysseus, and realized what was going on, he incredulously laughed.
Let him, all the way to hell, Odysseus thought. He began to drop to one knee, but bent only long enough to catch a big flat piece of wood with his foot. Kicked it up, watched it spiral into the hail of bullets as he dodged sideways, and then he leveled his gun at it and shot through it.
Aeneas stopped laughing.
Breath crammed up in the back of his throat, Odysseus waited expectantly for the board to fall. And when it did, he wanted to keen as loudly as Aeneas was doing.
"You fuck! You fuck! Your goddamned Achilles used Dei to trick Hector out into the open, and now, it's a wrinkled old bitch like you who kills him?" Furious, Aeneas started to leap for Odysseus, gun high.
Odysseus was rising to meet him when the world suddenly flexed. He wobbled, lost his balance and grabbed onto a sharp piece of wood. "Shit!"
"Hell, that's rude."
"Yeah, and we saved your ass and all. Jesus, man-what were you thinking, running out like that? And we almost didn't have time to cover you."
Puffed up with rage, Aeneas staggered up from the floor with his pistol aimed straight behind Odysseus. Snarling, he was about to-
--when the church shook again.
"Shite, Connor! Warn a guy before you do that."
"Fuck off. You know I'm still figuring this out. And besides, she's madder than a wet cats. Wants in on this." Connor stepped up beside Odysseus, looking as calm as a summer day. "By the way, she also wants you to know that you're no longer welcome here," he told Aeneas.
Forehead now profusely bleeding, Aeneas got to his feet with a mutinous expression. For once, it seemed as if he and Odysseus were on the same train of thought. "You…"
"Out." Murphy didn't sound like he was playing any more. Actually…it was uncomfortably similar to the one and only time Odysseus had seen Cassie prophesize on the spot. Usually, she held it in and then told about it later.
Aeneas' eyes still had fire circling in them, but he turned around anyway. With an odd gentleness, he picked up Dei's body and carried it out while his men covered their retreat.
As soon as they were gone, Connor collapsed into a jumble of limbs on the ground. Judging by the racket behind, Murphy was doing likewise. "Christ," Connor muttered. "'s worse than the worse hang-over in my head."
"Serves you right, you idiot." Odysseus kept his teeth together while he spoke so he wouldn't let out any of the rage eating at his insides. "I-"
For a third time, the world tilted. And something inside of him abruptly lashed up and seared down into his bones, and he saw streetshousesroofselectricitysewers--
From the look on Connor's face as he caught Odysseus, that hadn't been the twins' fault. Not that Odysseus was thinking rationally enough to really understand that; as soon as his balance came back, he shoved off Connor's hands and went for the door before anything else could happen.
"Ode!" he heard Dios yelling from behind. And he wanted to keep going until he couldn't see a single speck of Boston, but it was Dios and friendship and an entirely different kind of chain. "Ode-damn it, where are you going?"
"Nowhere." Odysseus stopped and looked up at the sky, watching the stars move freely through the sky. He felt his stomach clench, heard a dim soothing sound inside his head, and tried not to strangle anything. "I've stopped moving. I can't go back, and I can't go forward-"
Footsteps came hurrying up, and Connor punched Odysseus in the arm, expression irked. "So you just run into guns? Is that it? You ever stop to think that maybe you've arrived?"
"Where? Here? I wanted to leave this! I did leave this! And then I had to come back, and this goddamned city trapped me, and I know that this is going to be the one that I can't escape from. Do you have any idea what that's like?" Odysseus demanded, shoving the other man back.
Murphy caught his wrist and spun him away from Connor. For a moment, this twin looked as if he was going to try and gut Odysseus, but Murphy managed to hold his temper. Instead, he just shoved them both down the steps. "Later, all right? We've got to find Cassie."
"Why-oh. Oh, fuck." Connor was a sudden flurry of motion, grabbing Dios before the man could panic and hauling him towards a car. "Come on!"
"Yeah. Whatever your problem is, it can wait, all right?" Murphy's face was almost pleading.
And goddamn it, that was how it always was. Just when Odysseus was ready to give up and seek out his dead family, something came around and demanded his attention. It made him want to find God just so he could ask why the fuck he was the one, as if there weren't other people in the world. He wasn't required to be the clever one, the man who solved all problems for all things.
But…damn it, Dios deserved it, at the very least. And Cassie was better, now that she was older.
"Where?" Odysseus tersely asked, clattering down the rest of the steps to the car. He shoved Connor out of the driver's seat. "Don't give me that look. You don't know the roads."
"What happened?" demanded Dios from the backseat.
Something like a smile flitted from Connor's to Murphy's face, but it was gone so quickly that Odysseus doubted his eyes. "Bri's bar," the two of them chorused.
"Don't worry about the others," Connor added, eyes shining in the fractured street-light beams that spilled through the window. He looked almost alien. And then he shifted out of the angle, and he was once again just a lean, smallish Irish man with a dangerous lift to his upper lip. "They're being taken care of."
Eerie, and fascinating, and almost enough to make Odysseus forgot things. But the anger was an excellent goad to his memory. Bri's bar it was, then. God, he hoped she was all right. As for himself, that didn't matter too much.
Lavinia cocked her head, listening for the almost-hum. She could make out the words, but it took effort and she wasn't very strong. His fault. He picked lazy servants, who offered up poor food when it wasn't poisoned. And he thought she didn't know about that time.
"Poor darling," she cooed to the head in her lap. "Bet he wasn't any nicer to you, though it might have been different. But we love him. And so it's better this way-you wouldn't have understood, whereas I do, now. Better I broke you than him."
At the soft thuds on the floor below, she pricked up and strained her hearing. It didn't take long to recognize the footstep, because she'd taken the time to learn everything about him. Everything except why.
"Why? Why did he break me? It wasn't like I didn't try," she murmured. "I did. Yes, I was a little bent, but I tried to straighten up for him. And our son-" the sobs were muffled in long hair so they wouldn't escape to the outside and give warning "-he was mine, too, and my loss. Not his alone. God, he's such a greedy bastard."
The door hinges started to whine, telling her quiet, quiet, and so she was.
"God, Dido, you wouldn't believe-" Aeneas stopped there, his silhouette beautifully captured by the doorway. "My God. What did you do? What did you do to her, you goddamn bitch?!"
And Lavinia was told how to stop up the acid pouring from his mouth, how to quiet him and keep him away from pain, and she obeyed.
The gun really wasn't that hard to use; once again, she wondered why he'd never wanted her around them. "I used to listen to you," she whispered to his lips as she lit the match and flicked it over a shoulder. "I still want to. But you stopped talking to me. She doesn't."
Steel on her tongue, she hoped he would be different now, and then she pulled the trigger again.
Connor tried to flinch away from his own mind, appalled at just the small glimpse he'd gotten. "Shite. That was nasty."
"Not any better in here." Murphy emerged first, helping a jangle-nerved Dios carry out Cassie's unconscious body on Dio's coat. They carefully maneuvered her into the backseat, and then Dios got in, cradling her head. "Bri's skipped town."
"Good." Ode had gone from demonstrative anger to fierce sullenness. As they got back into the car, he shot Connor a virulent glare, as if blaming him and Murphy for everything. "What? Boston scaring you?"
Well, fuck that. Maybe Connor and Murph were planning to give Ode a reason for sticking around, but that didn't mean that he was going to lie down under the man's feet and take it. Hell, he wouldn't even do that for Murph, and he loved his twin like nothing else in the world. "Nah. We're just getting used to each other."
Ode stared at him for a long second, flipping the key so the engine roared to life. Then the man turned his attention to the road. "You really don't mind this. Very quick adaptation."
"Am I supposed to mind? Why do you, anyway? I mean, you were saying how this place has gone to shit, and now you can help fix that." Connor twisted around to check on Cassie-she looked bad, but not deathbed-worthy-and by the time he'd turned back to the front, he still hadn't gotten an answer. Ode's jaw had gotten tighter, though.
When O arrived at what he was already thinking of as his former home, the candle was blazing away at Electra's window.
Some of the men had peeled off soon after they'd left the cathedral, saying they were too tired, and he'd let them go. If-when-he and his sister were going to start over, he intended to make it as different from Boston as possible, and so he honestly didn't want to take anything away from the city when they left except for themselves.
But for the moment, he needed these men. So he stopped them on the curb and waved them round. "Okay, first I want to say that I'm grateful for what you did back there. Incredibly so…but I need you to do two more things for me: go in there and keep anyone from disturbing me, and keep my father's and brothers' graves clean. Then you're free to go, free to be your own men…though I'd suggest you steer clear of Ode."
It startled him to see the tears in some of their eyes, and that must have showed, because one grizzled hulk stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Spittin' image of your Da, back when he was young and-and alive like you are now. Be proud to stand by you, but I've a feelin' you won't need that."
"No," O said, and he was surprised to hear that his voice was a little choked. "No, but thank you. Now, I'm going to get my sister and make sure that Clytie won't ever come after us. Because she will."
"Whatever you want," vowed the man before him, and in the others' faces, O saw no disagreement.
Clytie was nervous, and worried, and she was pacing in the damn library, a habit she'd always detested but could never quite rid herself of.
Glass should've phoned by now. Honestly, it couldn't take that long to break that worthless bitch Briseis. God, it made Clytie sick how everyone on both sides was so deferential to that stupid mud-haired cunt. And what had Briseis really done, anyway? Nothing more than be born with famous relations, and fuck with the best fighter Boston had ever seen. She hadn't held a sprawling family together after the flower of it had been cut out, she hadn't watched her husband degenerate into an old grinning lush, and she damn well hadn't done anything like rule a city rife with back-stabbing and careless violence.
People called Clytie a heartless hell-whore, but what the hell did they know? She hadn't had any great protectors left, and Gam had sometimes been too far gone in war and wild debauchery to even remember he had a wife. So she'd found her own way to preservation, and if she'd had to act like a butcher to do it-well, no one ever seemed to remember that she was living in a fucking meatshop, and everyone else had their own knives.
Behind her, the door finally creaked open. Clytie whipped around, relief fast segueing to anger. "Damn it, Glass, what kept-"
Instead of him, however, she was met by a face so young and bright and hard, like a diamond glittering in shit, that the memories slammed Clytie to the ground. She clutched at her chest, feeling her breath shorten and her body grow so cold, so quickly. "Gam? Oh, my God…Gam. You're you again…"
"Mother," hissed, dim and shaking, to her ears as the light faded. "God-you couldn't even make this easy for us."
"O…O…come on. We've-damn it, we have to go!" Girl by him. There'd always been one, except the moment he'd di-di-
*** Dios walked slowly out of the double doors, eyes blank with a darkness that worried Murphy. Fortunately, there'd been a giggling nurse nearby, and Murphy had taken full advantage of that fact for purposes of coffee. He shoved both brimming cups at Dios, thus ensuring that the man didn't have the hands for wrecking mayhem, and then sat Dios down in the nearest chair. "How's it?"
"Doctors say she's fine. Physically. They aren't sure why she's unconscious, so they keep mumbling and-but anyway, they don't know if she'll wake up." Dios balefully glared into the coffee, then slurped at it like he was trying to maim the stuff. Admittedly, Murphy had had a sip and it wasn't very good, but still, Dios didn't seem very rational at the moment. "Where's Ode?"
"Uh…" A quick check with Connor proved that that situation hadn't changed. "Still in the car. You wouldn't happen to know what's wrong with him, would you?"
For the first time since coming in, Dios looked directly at Murphy, eyes bloodshot with irony and a little pity. He finished off the rest of the coffee and rattled them onto a nearby small table, then sprawled in his seat and rested his head on the back of the chair so he could keep watching Murphy. "You know much about Ode?"
"Only what you and Cassie told me: dead wife and son, left town after the war, sure as hell didn't want to come back." Murphy shrugged and hooked his thumbs into his waistband. "Which would upset him, yeah, but I thought he'd be happy to see things finally going right."
"He is, somewhere in there. It's just that on top is him…" Dios sighed, sitting up and spreading his hands on his knees in a gesture of frustration. "Okay, this is complicated. But Ode's always been one for family. It's…it's where the road ends for him, all right? And when they died-he kind of lost where he was going."
A quick slice of Dio's hand cut off Murphy, and the other man snorted in black amusement. "Yeah, I know. The war. Us-me and Ach and Pat and a few others, we gave him something like a replacement for a while. But everyone kept dying, and then he couldn't take it and he left to go…well, try to find something else, I guess. Didn't happen. But…I think he got used to being alone, and how it hurt. And now he's scared to go back."
Well, that made sense in a way. It wasn't helpful, but it did make sense. And since it did that, between him and Connor, they might be able to shift it into a way that was a little more cooperative.
In his head, both Connor and Boston acknowledged. That threw Murphy for a long moment, unused as he was to just…feeling so damn close. He'd thought that he'd known everything that there was to know about the ties that bound and knotted, but apparently not. And…he was really liking the feeling. Seemed that coming here hadn't been such a bad idea, after all.
He paused a second to squeeze reassurance into Dios' shoulder. "Hey, what the hell do the white-coats know? I'd bet they couldn't explain half the shit that happened tonight. So, you know, it'll work out."
On his way out, he passed a pale, thin woman carrying a young boy with oddly lucid eyes. Murphy matched gazes, and the air stretched.
And then the woman turned around, face showing no surprise. "Take care of this place. My…my husband loved it. He fought for it, no matter what the rest of his family did."
"Anne? Sammy? You got my phone call?" Dios was rising up to greet them, so Murphy let them and their words be, and went on to where his brother was waiting.
Odysseus wanted to get into the car, spin the key and just drive until he fell asleep or the car ran out of gas, whichever came first. The reason he couldn't was Connor, who had ambushed him in the parking lot and promptly planted himself on Odysseus' lap so the steering wheel was out of reach.
"What the hell are you doing?" Connor grabbed Odysseus' shoulders and shook them, as if starting a wrestling match with his brother. "Leaving? But we just won!"
"You won. I did what I was asked to do, and now that it's done, I-"
He was cut off by another sharp shake. "-will do what? Go back and hide? Shoot yourself in the head, seeing as we kept all those bastards in the church from doing it for you?"
"And you didn't even say thank you," added Murphy, who was just walking up. "Or go talk to Dios. You know, he's really in a bad place right now."
It was surprisingly hard to do, given how twisty and tenacious Connor had become, but Odysseus managed to shove him off. "Dios can take care of himself."
"Yeah, but should he have to?" Connor cocked his head, annoyance transmuting to a startling understanding. He jumped right back on Odysseus' leg, while Murphy ducked his head inside and blocked the doorway. "Look, you can't leave. She's in you."
"Never wanted her to be, goddamn it," Odysseus snarled. His exhaustion was swiftly overtaking him, however, and so he could do little more than glare impotently and sit stiff-backed in the car.
Murphy seemed amused. "Liar. You used to love this place."
"She's talking to you, is she? Well, tell her to fuck with someone else," Odysseus retorted.
Connor rubbed a finger alongside his bottom lip, faintly uncomfortable. "Well, that'd be the problem. She likes you-actually, more to the point is that she trusts you. And you know her."
"Whereas we're getting along grandly, but we're still a bit lacking in familiarity," Murphy said, leaning forward. It took a moment too long for Odysseus to figure out the man's intent, and by then, they were already kissing.
Surprise, that. He would've expected the first gesture to come from Connor, who…was doing his own part by sliding his hands up and down Odysseus' thighs. And it was like warmth tickling around his bones, lazy and light, and it'd been so long since he had known something like that…so he was all the more disgusted when he finally caught himself.
He twined his fingers in Murphy's hair and yanked the man away.
A gun was immediately at his throat, and over it, Connor's face was smoothly hard around two glittering eyes. "Hey," he softly said. "All of this doesn't equal a free pass."
"So I've noticed," Odysseus drawled as he released Murphy. The gun went from his throat to the glove compartment, and a few more soon joined it. Odysseus made a half-hearted grab for the last one that Connor dug out of his clothing. "What the hell do you think you're doing? This city isn't close to quiet yet."
"Well, no." Murphy casually elbowed him over, forcing Odysseus back into Connor's lap. "Shite, Connor. Front seat's not big enough for this. But anyway, you've gone looking everywhere else. You ever think that whatever it is might be here?"
Odysseus raised an eyebrow. "After everything that's happened? After what's happened to Boston?"
Connor made a face as he helped tug his brother inside. It was a tight fit, and knees and elbows and ribs made jostling connections, but somehow, they still managed to give it a kind of grace. "You ever stop to think that it's a city? You know, changes with time, and maybe that's why you don't recognize anything."
"And you want me to start over. Like it was that easy." What with the final, final burial of wife and son and friends, with the confronting of terrible memories under every streetlight, Odysseus wanted to add. But he didn't, because a horribly tempting urge to agree with the twins was rising up inside of himself.
He was tired in every part of himself, and he was sick. But he wasn't dead, and by now it was clear that the deepest part of himself didn't want to be dead. It took two to tango, he now reluctantly recognized, and Boston wouldn't have laid claim to him if he hadn't opened a crack through which it could do so.
"You could at least stay around for a while. Help us get settled. Hell, we only got into town this week; we'll probably fuck up by tomorrow morning." Connor's tone was light with confidence, but the hands he and Murphy were laying on Odysseus' chest were ever-so-slightly hesitant. And then it was his turn to kiss Odysseus, and Murphy's to nuzzle into suddenly jumpy skin, and city song swirling all around them.
Odysseus didn't do it the instant they touched, but eventually, his hands did reach out.
From there, it was a confusing, heady mix of dream and reality, of being larger than he was and then too small for the gasps that threatened to swallow him. Fingers pulled and tore at clothing-Murphy got trapped in his own shirt, and Odysseus laid his cheek against Connor's belly to feel the laughter-breath went out one mouth and into another, and skin rasped itself hot.
There was some kind of lotion that Connor had swiped from the hospital, and Murphy wriggling an erection into Odysseus' side as his brother's fingers played out of sight, and then there was Murphy cursing and swearing because he had to half-hang out the door for it to work. Connor ended up on the floor, helping to keep his brother from sliding completely away from Odysseus' thrusts, his warning to be careful implicit in the way his teeth grazed over Odysseus' ribs and chest and nipples.
And turnabout, which with the twins was a glorious, hilarious thing to watch. Connor moaning with his head lolling on Odysseus' shoulder, hands kneading the legs that cradled him while in front, Murphy's head industriously bobbed up and down on Connor's flushing cock.
The thought that it was technically a sin never even crossed Odysseus' mind, because all around, the air was vibrating through them, whispering things that needed to be done and places that needed visiting and joys that still awaited. Cunning and manipulative, the city was, and damn it all, but he did love her after all. Loved her and hated her for what she was and what she would always be, no matter what else changed. His goddess, in a pagan, earthy way that had nothing to do with worship and everything to do with the give-take cycle of life.
Very slowly, he began to let go of the grief that had dragged at him for so long. Just a little now, and it hurt so much that he could hardly believe that he could stand to lose any more. But he knew he would. Inevitable progression, once the first chip fell.
"Fuck. Good thing this car's not ours," Connor muttered, a little while later. "'s filthy."
"Arse. You ripped my shirt," Murphy responded. "And we still don't have anywhere to stay."
Odysseus sighed, and said goodbye to the Carolinas. A nice, serene place, but it wasn't where he had to be. Needed to be. "You did relock my apartment before you left, right? I suppose I could share it a little longer."
"Well, that's something we can work with." Connor speaking, but the smiles were paired. Not the same, but matched nonetheless.
"Dios," Odysseus suddenly remembered. He owed some to that corner of his life, and he fully intended to repay it.
Murphy shoved him back down. "'s fine. We told you, stop worrying."
Cassie's first thought was that he looked terrible. Her second was that this wasn't what she had seen.
Not really. Actually, she had only seen an endless darkness, and nothing after that, which she had taken to mean her death. It never occurred to her that maybe the vision might have been missing a part.
Dios' head went up. "Cassie?" he hoarsely asked.
"The right ones are dead. Finally." Her voice wasn't much better, and her throat felt as if it'd been wrapped round with a steel band. She tried to raise her head, but it was far too heavy, and in the end she had to settle for the pathetic lift of a single finger. Dios noticed anyway, and took up her cold hand in his warm one.
He cracked a smile that was ragged around the edges. "Don't you ever get tired of talking about that kind of shit?"
"All the time, believe me." She worked on her own smile, but it kept coming out lopsided. "Should've made you teach me to shoot earlier. It had a bigger kick than I'd expected."
"Yeah, you should've." Dios got up and laid down on the bed, face nestled by her ear. "I don't sleep with doormats."
A little irked, she pinched the inside of his wrist. "And I don't cook for bastards."
But he was already asleep, and only grunted a bit. Snorting, Cassie summoned up the rest of her strength and rolled over to face him before her eyelids began to close again. Something caught her eye, and she looked at the door to see her cousin Hector's widow, Anne, and their son Sammy. She started to struggle up, but Anne silently waved her back down, smiling. It was the last thing Cassie saw before letting the drowsiness catch hold of her.
Briseis tugged at the phone cord until it would stretch to the porch, where she sat on the swing and shelled peas while she talked. "So Ode's all right?"
*More or less. He acts like he's still going to leave soon, but I think the twins are growing on him.* Dios sounded guardedly amused, so she figured that one of the three must have been nearby. *By the way, he wanted me to ask if you'd found the cache under the floorboards yet.*
"Mmm-hmmm." She accidentally popped a pea into the yard, where a squirrel promptly raced out and snapped it up. "Anything about Orestes and Electra?"
The other line crackled, then became clear again. *Not much. They were in Chicago for a while, but as far as we know, they're still moving. Haven't heard of any deaths, though, and Ode is keeping his ears open. There's not many left from either side; most of them have finally retired or left town, so it's been kind of hard, finding people.*
"But Cassie's okay, right? Did she ever have any more visions?" The squirrel was still hanging around, its bright eyes winking hopefully at her, and Briseis at last flipped it another pea.
*Yeah, actually. But it's…better now. Don't know what happened there, but she's good.* A tinge of satiation had crept into Dios' tone, which made Briseis grin. *And you? You all right?*
"I'm…working on it. I think I'll always be working on it. But still, as long as I don't stop trying…" She looked out at the sky, watching how it altered subtly with every second.
Dios laughed. *Yeah. That's what Ode said, once…but yeah. Yeah.*


The stamp, designed by Louise Méthé, depicts a rare work by an anonymous artist known only as Master of the Castello Nativity. The piece was created circa 1460 and painted in tempera, which is made from coloured pigment mixed with water and a binding agent, often raw egg. The many layers required in this technique contribute to the work's vivid, intense colours.
Virgin and Child is part of a generous donation to The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts from the collection of Michal and Renata Hornstein.


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Mommy makeovers are becoming increasingly popular among new mothers in Texas. A mommy makeover El Paso is a set of surgical procedures which are performed and carried out by highly skilled plastic surgeons. It's designed to help women who recently went through childbirth, regain their pre-pregnancy body appearance. Being with child and giving birth could cause severe changes to the bodies of most women.
With surgical and cosmetic techniques like breast augmentation, facelift and liposuction, a mommy makeover in El Paso, TX is something any mother should consider. A contemporary example is in the lives of our favorite celebrities. One day they are heavy with a child and the next they are looking better than they ever did.
Is going through another childbirth after a makeover seem like a bad idea?
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As recommended, new mothers are advised to wait for six months before having a makeover.
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Most mommy makeovers last for a day or two. Having them all done at the same time is common.
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Computer scientist turned filmmaker, Afia Nathaniel is an independent Pakistani filmmaker who works primarily as a writer, director, producer and editor. Her debut feature film DUKHTAR had its World Premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival 2014 and became the Official Selection from Pakistan for the 87th Academy Awards.
DUKHTAR won "Best Director" and "Audience Award for Best Feature" at South Asian International Film Festival, "NETPAC Jury Special Mention" award at the Bengaluru Film Festival and "Jury Award" by the Women's International Film & Television Showcase and the WIFTS Foundation International Visionary Awards in LA. Afia won the Geri Ashur Screenwriting Award, Ezra Litwak Distinction in Screenwriting, IFP Market Best Screenplay "Emerging Narrative" and a Hollywood Foreign Press Association award.
Afia is a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellow, Margaret McNamara Fellow and an alumnus of Berlin's Talent Project Market, Tribeca Film Institute, IFP Market and Fast Track. She has worked for an international women's non-profit, the World YWCA and given keynote addresses on the issue of violence against women and the role of artists as agents of change. Afia holds an MFA in Film Directing from Columbia University (Dean's Fellow), BSc. Computer Science from Lahore University Management Sciences and BSc Mathematics and Physics from Kinnaird College.
An experimental short dedicated to the struggle of the migrant, the student, the worker, the immigrant, the taxi driver.
Arshad Khan is a Canadian-Pakistani filmmaker. He has won international recognition for his short and documentary films. He has worked as a prop master, art director and production designer on films like Midnights Children (2012) and Sardarji (2015). Khan is currently editing ABU; a film about a gay son and a Muslim father and is in development with his first fiction feature FARA. Khan also runs the MISAFF festival of new South Asian and Middle Eastern cinema in Mississauga, Canada.


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Charges filed against Tulsa police officer
Wednesday, February 14th 2001, 12:00 am
TULSA, Okla. (AP) -- A Tulsa police officer arrested during a drug bust at his house has been charged with several methamphetamine-related counts.
Robert D. Rolen Jr., 38, was charged Tuesday with unlawful delivery of a controlled drug and possession of a controlled drug with intent to distribute in the presence of minor children. Both are felonies.
Prosecutors also charged him with possession of firearms while in commission of a felony and unlawful possession of paraphernalia, a misdemeanor.
Shannon Larie Dugan, 31, who had been staying with Rolen, was charged on the same four counts plus a misdemeanor count of marijuana possession.
Records show that three of Dugan's children were present during the Friday morning drug bust.
Rolen has been suspended with pay pending a department investigation that will determine whether he will be fired, Sgt.
Wayne Allen said.
Rolen has been associated with the Tulsa Police Department for 15 years and has been a full-time officer since 1993.
Police said they don't know where Rolen obtained the drug or exactly how much was in his possession. They found no evidence that he had been making methamphetamine in his house, Deputy Chief Charlie Jackson said.
Rolen had no prior arrest record, police said. They said he underwent an extensive criminal background check when the department hired him in 1985.
Robert D. Rolen
Associated Press Ralph Emery, who became known as the dean of country music broadcasters over more than a half-century in both radio and television, died Saturday, his family said. He was 88.
Associated Press Charles McGee, a Tuskegee Airman who flew 409 fighter combat missions over three wars and later helped to bring attention to the Black pilots who had battled racism at home to fight for freedom abroad, died Sunday. He was 102. McGee died in his sleep at his home in Bethesda, Maryland, said his son, Ron McGee.

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Department of Defense Appropriation Act of 2003
For developing a system for prioritization of mitigation and cost to complete estimates for mitigation, on Indian lands resulting from Department of Defense activities. (1) For the mitigation of environmental impacts, including training and technical assistance to tribes, related administrative support, the gathering of information, documenting of environmental damage, and developing a system for prioritization of mitigation and cost to complete estimates for mitigation, on Indian lands resulting from Department of Defense activities.
Department of The Army, Department of Defense
J - Provision of Specialized Services
Department of Defense Appropriation Act 2003, Public Law 107-248.
The 50 States, the District of Columbia, Guam, American Samoa, the Commonwealth of the Northern Marinas, Palau Island, the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, and Federally recognized Indian tribes.
Applicants must furnish evidence is sufficient detail so that the relationship of a State's or Tribes request for Corps input for some particular aspect of the State or Tribe program may be appraised.
Preapplication coordination is required. Environmental impact information is not required for this program. An environmental impact assessment is not required for this listing. This program is excluded from coverage under E.O. 12372.
2 CFR 200, Uniform Administrative Requirements, Cost Principles, and Audit Requirements for Federal Awards applies to this program. Requests are made in the form of a letter to the District Engineer documenting the need for assistance.
The appropriate Division Engineer reviews and approves federally recognized Tribe requests. The Office of the Chief of Engineers allocates funds to the appropriate Corps field office.
Funds, as appropriated by Congress, may be used by the State and Tribes of the funds appropriated to the Department of Defense under the heading ``Operation and Maintenance, Defense-Wide'', not less than $10,000,000 shall be made available only for the mitigation of environmental impacts, including training and technical assistance to tribes, related administrative support, the gathering of information, documenting of environmental damage, and developing a system for prioritization of mitigation and cost to complete estimates for mitigation, on Indian lands resulting from Department of Defense activities.
internal review is accomplished by BIA of Tribal programs.
Per OMB Circular No. A-102.
Statutory formula is not applicable to this assistance listing.
Matching requirements are not applicable to this assistance listing.
MOE requirements are not applicable to this assistance listing.
Funds are released from the Office of the Chief of Engineers on an annual basis after the start of the fiscal year. The length of the agreement is defined in the Cooperative Agreement, but is subject to some modification, depending on the availability of funds to each of the participating Federally recognized Tribe. Federal assistance is provided as rapidly as possible depending on availability of funds and competent personnel resources. Federal assistance is not guaranteed beyond the term of the Cooperative Agreement.
See Appendix IV of the Catalog for listing of District Engineers.
Lee Tew
441 G. Street. NW
Washington, DC 20314 US
Donnie.L.Tew@usace.army.mil
97-2003-0-1-999
(Provision of Specialized Services) FY 15 est $185,160.00; FY 14$6,055,500.00; Estimate Not Available FY 16 est $4,000,000.00;
Not applicable/available.
DOD Regulation 3210.6-R Department of Defense Grant and Agreement Regulations.


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Moon Knight Season 2: Mohammed Diab Hints At Show's Return
Moon Knight Season 2: Mohammed Diab Hints At Show's Return
Is Moon Knight season 2 on its way? At the same time, Oscar Isaac's portrayal of clumsy gift store clerk Steven Grant and charming assassin Marc Spector won the audience's hearts and minds.
After the final episode aired, viewers were left wanting more and praying that the program would be renewed for a second season. Kevin Feige, the CEO of Marvel, did not reveal anything about the program at the San Diego Comic-Con 2022's Hall H event, which disappointed millions of fans.
Is Moon Knight Season 2 Official?
In what seems to be confirmation of a second season of the successful Disney Plus series, a TikTok video has recently created a buzz. Moon Knight director Mohamed Diab is cautious and refuses to answer @hayaattiaaa's question about whether or not there will be a second season in the video. We then see Oscar Isaac's face as the camera shifts to him.
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Since y'all have been asking #oscarisaac #mohameddiab #moonknight
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Moon Knight Season 2 Has Every Right To A New Season
Following Marc Spector/Stephen Grant, very distinct split personalities were dragged into a larger mystery involving Egyptian gods. Instead of the usual Disney+ superhero fare, it brought a sense of mystery and grit to Disney+'s superhero offerings, all thanks to Isaac's outstanding portrayal as Marc, who contrasts sharply with Stephen.
If the rumor of Moon Knight season 2 is accurate, it goes against everything hinted at, even the show's own world. Regarding the MCU, Variety said that Isaac had not signed a long-term agreement, which would necessitate him signing a new contract, most likely with a raise given the show's stellar acclaim. That Isaac would not be a recurring character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe wasn't definitively stated, but it was strongly suggested.
In addition, Disney never paid as much attention to this program as it had to WandaVision and Loki in the past. Almost all of Marvel's planned series for the future look to be based on characters from the MCU. Phase 6 of the MCU could easily accommodate a season 2, allowing Moon Knight to become a part of the wider Marvel Universe.
Daredevil: Born Again Has Hired Three Former Lawyers As Writers
"Agatha: Coven of Chaos" Set's New Photo Hints Storyline
Stranger Thing's Sadie Sink Is Joining The MCU As The Songbird
By Amitabh Mukherji
Charlie Cox Talks About Possibility Of A Multiversal Daredevil


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B.o.B Announces New Track, "Roll Up" and stfu. Tour
By bigced 5 years ago
B.o.B READY TO "ROLL UP" WITH NEW TRACK AND stfu. TOUR
"ROLL UP" FT. MARKO PENN ARRIVES FRIDAY, APRIL 29TH AT ALL DSPS AND STREAMING SERVICES
EAGERLY AWAITED US TREK KICKS OFF TONIGHT
AT OMAHA'S SLOWDOWN ROCK CLUB & BAR
stfu. TOUR CONTINUES THROUGH LATE JUNE
SUPPORT COMES FROM NO GENRE FAMILY MEMBERS SCOTTY ATL AND LONDON JAE
Rebel Rock/Grand Hustle/Atlantic recording artist B.o.B has announced the release of a much-anticipated new track. "Roll Up" ft. Marko Penn premieres on Billboard today (http://bit.ly/1pFawx5) before hitting digital retailers and streaming services on Friday, April 29th.
The release of "Roll Up" celebrates tonight's launch of B.o.B's eagerly awaited "stfu. Tour." The US headline dates get underway this evening at Omaha, NE's Slowdown Rock Club & Bar and continues through the end of June (see attached itinerary). Support throughout the tour comes from B.o.B's No Genre label family members of, Scotty ATL and London Jae. For complete details and updated ticket information, please visit http://www.bobatl.com/tour.
The "stfu. Tour" will showcase classic songs from across B.o.B's wide-ranging catalogue, including last year's remarkable special project, "PSYCADELIK THOUGHTZ." The collection – which features collaborations with Sevyn Streeter, Soaky Siren, and Jon Bellion – made top 10 debuts on Billboard's "Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums" and "Top Rap Albums" charts upon its August 2015 release. "PSYCADELIK THOUGHTZ" is available at all DSPs and streaming services.
The last half-decade has seen B.o.B devoted to one mission, to erase genre boundaries while simultaneously expanding the breath and scope of a distinctive creative vision. 2010's "B.o.B PRESENTS: THE ADVENTURES OF BOBBY RAY" immediately established the ATL-based artist as a major force in popular music. The RIAA gold certified collection – which debuted at #1 on the SoundScan/Billboard 200 – spawned a streak of hugely successful singles, including the 3x-platinum certified, #1 smash, "Nothin' On You (Feat. Bruno Mars)," the 5x-platinum "Airplanes (Feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore)," and the platinum "Magic (Feat. Rivers Cuomo)." What's more, the album earned the B.o.B a number of prestigious GRAMMY® Award nominations, including "Best Rap Album," "Record of the Year," "Best Rap/Sung Collaboration," "Best Rap Song," and "Best Pop Collaboration With Vocals."
"STRANGE CLOUDS" followed in 2012, spawning the multi-platinum hit singles, "Strange Clouds (Feat. Lil Wayne)," "Both Of Us (Feat. Taylor Swift)," and "So Good." 2013's "UNDERGROUND LUXURY" furthered B.o.B's always-ingenious approach via such smash singles as the 2x-platinum "HeadBand (Feat. 2 Chainz)," "John Doe (Feat. Priscilla)," "Ready (Feat. Future)," and "We Still In This Bitch (Feat. T.I. & Juicy J)." Official companion videos for those songs and much more can be viewed now at B.o.B's official YouTube channel, www.youtube.com/bobatl.
In addition to his acclaimed studio albums, B.o.B has unleashed a seemingly endless string of inventive singles, remixes, collaborations, and mixtapes, while also finding time for such artistic endeavors as founding the independent Label No Genre. One of contemporary music's most exciting live artists, he has also spent countless time on the road, including such successful treks as Eminem and Jay-Z's "Home & Home Tour," Wiz Khalifa's 2013 "Under The Influence of Music Tour," and last year's "The No Genre Tour," featuring support from Bread Winners' Association/Atlantic recording artist Kevin Gates.
For more information on B.o.B, please visit www.bobatl.com, www.twitter.com/bobatl (@bobatl), https://www.instagram.com/bob/ (@BoB), SnapChat @LabelNoGenre, www.facebook.com/bobatl, and www.atlanticrecords.com.
stfu. US TOUR 2016
27 Omaha, NE Slowdown
28 Louisville, KY Mercury Ballroom
29 St. Louis, MO The Ready Room
30 Memphis, TN New Daisy Theatre
1 Nashville, TN The Mercy Lounge
4 Lawrence, KS Granada Theatre
5 Urbana, IL Canopy Club
6 Indianapolis, IN The Emerson Theatre
7 Easton, PA Lafayette College
10 New Orleans, LA The Parish
11 Houston, TX Bronze Peacock @ House of Blues Houston
12 Cleveland, OH Cambridge Room @ House of Blues Dallas
14 Scottsdale, AZ Maya Day & Nightclub
15 Las Vegas, NV Vinyl @ Hard Rock Hotel
16 Santa Ana, CA The Underground
17 Los Angeles, CA The Viper Room
18 Santa Cruz, CA The Catalyst
19 Sacramento, CA Harlow's Night Club
20 Oakland, CA The New Parish (18+)
21 Seattle, WA Nectar Lounge (21+)
22 Portland, OR Star Theatre
24 Spokane, WA SWAXX
25 Garden City, ID Revolution Concert House
26 Salt Lake City, UT Vertigo Club @ Complex
27 Englewood, CO Gothic Theatre
28 Colorado Springs, CO Rawkus
29 Aspen, CO Belly Up Aspen
1 Sioux Falls, SD The District
2 Minneapolis, MN Triple Rock Social Club
3 Chicago, IL Double Door (21+)
4 Lansing, MI The Loft
8 Knoxville, TN The International
9 Raleigh, NC Lincoln Theatre
10 Philadelphia, PA The Foundry Philadelphia
11 Baltimore, MD Baltimore Soundstage
13 Detroit, MI The Shelter
14 Cleveland, OH Cambridge Room @ House of Blues
15 New York, NY Highline Ballroom
16 Cambridge, MA Middle East Nightclub
17 South Burlington, VT Higher Ground
18 New Haven, CT Toad's Place
19 Portland, ME Port City Music Hall
23 Atlanta, GA The Loft @ Center Stage
24 St. Petersburg, FL State Theatre
25 Miami, FL The Hangar
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I've known Big CED for almost 20 years now, and what I like about him most is that he's still the same person now that he was back then! In this business it's hard to find genuine people, especially because the power of one's network along with success and money can often times change someone's character. But not CED, he is one of the most coolest people I know, and is also the only guy that I can call a smart-ass, but in a cool way (haha). In addition, CED is very opinionated, he's a realist, and you always know where you stand with him.
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I had the honor of meeting Cedric Thornton at an event in New York around a decade ago (2006). I didn't understand who he was at first. I thought he was a youthful, friendly, funny guy. As I got to know him though, I realized that Cedric (Big Ced) Thornton was much more. Cedric knew a lot of people and a lot of people knew him. I would soon learn that he, himself was a pioneer of contemporary, commercial, urban culture, having appeared in a few music videos to songs by Monie Love and MC Lyte, in his youth, among other things. Cedric has always been wise beyond his youthful appearance. His sense of humor never strays from the truth. My fondest memory of Ced, was when I was getting my feet wet with digital reporting, and he gave me a few writing assignments. He always referred to me by my last name, "Glinski" and I loved that! Cedric's level of professionalism and respect, sets him apart. Whether publishing news to his forum, TheIndustryCosign, or holding weekly social events around NY, one could always count on Cedric to be mature and responsible – and also down to earth and funny.
Cedric is a great friend. He has maintained many friendships with people who he's known most of his life, and has always been instrumental in bringing people together for a good time. Ced is famous for saying, "I don't get involved; people involve me." The original phrase is a testament to the fact that many people have confided in Ced, because they trust him. To know him, is to love him.
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Big Ced…. a good friend, a survivor , perseverant, pioneer in hip-hop and champion for all good music and exceptional artists.
Inaya DayArtistNy-O-Dae Music
Big Ced is a successful passionate motivated entrepreneur who manages to stay consistent elevating in his endeavors. His consistency is commitment. Big Ced has played a big part in my clients success by supporting their artistry. Visualize the consequences of completing that task and you can see Big Ced's name in the forefront. Looking to increase your awareness? He's one influencer who will make sure your content is not only positioned but profitable!
Cynamin Jones Brand Architect Reveal AgencyNew York, NY
Well… outside of having the worst jokes I've ever heard, Big Ced to me is what I would call "The Mayor of New York". Ced knows everyone and everyone knows Ced. Now.. just because everyone knows him doesn't mean everyone likes him… lol Big Ced is a writer, a journalist, a website content creator.. and did I mention he has the worst jokes ever?
DJ BabeAll Format DJDetroit, Michigan
The Best GUY Ever.
Janice I.TorresOwnerTHE BRAND PHOENIX, INC.New York, NY
Big Ced is just that, BIG! Big personality, big industry guy, big friend, big comedy fool! A real stand-up guy that I don't keep in touch with but wish I would!
Raquel R. SánchezVisionary Entrepreneur in Music, Design and Holistic WellnessRRSanchez Inc.Miami/Fort Lauderdale Area
Big Ced is definitely someone who moves and shakes and put a smile on your face.
kyle donovanc.e.oiForkNew York, NY
Big Ced is an all around good dude! Met him in the beginning of time and decades later, Ced was still the same guy, and that's what's really special about him. He's not a game, he's the real deal!
Ulysses Terrero Director, Producer, Casting Director UTV-Ulysses Terrero VisionNew York, NY
When I think of Big Ced, what comes to mind is a well respected industry vet who has worked at huge media publications such as Black Enterprise, Vibe and The Source to name a few. A passionate and dedicated journalist who is an innovator that created a platform of his own, his website, The Industry Cosign, which he has held down for over 12 years. I am privileged and blessed to know him and I am inspired and motivated by him.
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In this installation, Kinly Grey brought the sky to the street, inviting you to immerse yourself in a dense field of blue light.Using projected footage of the sky and fog machines housed in a pop-up structure, Kinly Grey transformed the wonder of the clear and distant blue Brisbane sky into an intimate, joyful experience.
LOCATION: Queen Street Mall, Brisbane CBD.
An exhibition write up on ABC News can be read here.
Installation images by Carl Warner.


Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has been proven among the most effective in fighting competitions (such as the UFC) as well as in the street for self defense.
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Our Private Instruction is a great supplement to the training you will receive in our group lessons.
With Private Lessons, you will progress faster than just taking group lessons alone.
The personalized attention and energy of one on one training with an instructor during a private lesson will be a tremendous advantage to progressing your technique.
As our main focus at our training center, students of all levels learn the art of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Wrestling. To complement your training we also offer classes in both Muay Thai and Boxing for all levels.
Our classes are taught in a friendly environment. We offer classes both with and without the traditional GI for our Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu classes as well as Muay Thai & Boxing for both beginners and advanced students.
When training at ULTIMATE MMA TRAINING CENTER you will train with some of our students both children and adult whom are featured as top competitors on the East Coast.
These classes focus on basic take-downs, sweeps, positions, and submissions (joint-locks and choke holds). Our advanced classes present more complex techniques, combinations and drilling exercises, as well as live training with a partner as part of all classes.
We also offer top notch wrestling classes with our head wresting coach and former D1 Wrestler and current Pro MMA Fighter Blair Tugman. Our student base is extremely varied in both age and background.
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How long have I stood here, beside you?
Can't you see all along it was me?
This story is based on some true events, however it has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
thud dud thud dud thud dud thud dud…………………He was running very fast.
uh huf huf uh huf huf uh………………He was gasping heavily.
It was a long and lonely highway.It was dark and the road was wet as if it had rained sometime before.
It was DJ who was running.Running away from the world…. the world which is "full of practicality" Running away from the so called "reality"……As he ran, he could see images of his life passing him, his family , his home, his home town…his school…. his teachers…his first friends…the weird eyed watchman… his classmates…his friends…the temple where he got lost….the small hill he first climbed…..He kept running and the images kept passing on as if displayed on the stores of windows…the people were waving at him…some calling him…some smiling at him…some yelling at him..some mocking at him….he kept running…..
He was running from them…but actually he wanted to run away from him…his life ..his world ..….he had been trying to escape this "reality" but he couldn't…..
DJ saw a light up ahead in the road he was running….he kept running towards it as it appeared to come nearer to him. He kept running…he could see faces again…faces he would never ever forget….faces of people who love him…care about him..faces of people who showed him the world…people who showed what friendship really is…people who saved him…he kept running.
The light grew closer…interestingly the light was getting dimmer as he got close to it….
….people who bullied him..people who taunted him..people who hated him…people who laughed at him…people who made him cry …people who made him laugh……people who gave him peace….but he didn't stop….he kept running.
And then he approached the light… he could see the source of light… there was a face too…a face so bright…it was her face….the face that took his breath away…the face that made him speechless…..
He stopped running…he kept staring at her face….she wasn't looking at him..but somewhere else….DJ approached her slowly…suddenly she turned and started walking swiftly in the other direction….he started to walk fast…she started to run…he started to run….she kept running… he was closing in on her….he kept running….
He had slept at 12.30 only… "not even 3 hours" he muttered…..DJ got up from his bed…he cannot go back to sleep now.He washed his face and looked in the mirror and wondered how long this will go on..Its been 3 years since he first saw her…his first love…She stole his heart…he didn't bother..She broke his heart ..he wasn't surprised…She took away his sleep and from that day he regrets for having seen her.
DJ was hearing depressing songs to ease the pain….LP's Numb…"I've bcom so numb i cant feel u there"..Somewhere I belong …"I wanna heal i wanna feel..i wanna let go of this pain held so long" ..
DING!!!!! DJ was startled by the sound as it blared into his ears….
DJ: no yaar.. woke up jus now..
DG: same here…cold still nt lettng me slp.wats wid u..y wok up?
DJ: i had a dream that our eco prof was dancing salsa…..
DG: lolzz… so funny…u got scared for that ???
And thus they became friends……..
Since the initial conversations showed a serious disconnect between the two,neither of them were keen to converse.While DG still was a Media Junkie (refer Technographics segmentation by Forrester) and continued to chat with her usual chat buddies, DJ was as usual busy crawling the web for more information to add to his "intelligence".But actually they were utter crap which won't improve his standard of living (like new habitat in mars,ancient tomb in Egypt,cars that fly,home under water,etc etc) .He had no idea as to how these information is going to help him in his career or personal life.Nevertheless he continue to add this junk to his brain as he believed information is power.
DG almost hit her head on her computer screen. "i am such a fool, shouldn't have played in the rain and had brownie with ice-cream" she thought. She had been constantly changing her status from headache to itching eyes to cold …then she again updated "in the verge of fever'".
DJ: y don't u take rest..
she woke up thinking who the hell is it now…….
DJ: the answer for 3&4 ..just modify it a bit and ur good to go..
DG opened the file and saw the assignment she was supposed to do..it was even formatted !!
DJ:hehehehe guess i am not…but so r u..y u nt sleepin?
DG:y so? they don't do well or wt?
The ops duo were smiling seeing the progress..they would get good good appraisals this time…possibly a bonus too.
without knowing they are part of a 'Legendary' process the geek and the ghost were sleeping peacefully in their rooms.
DG:got it thanks …but how did u open it..i asked many ppl nobody had it…where did u get this?
DG was surprised to see the funny side of DJ.. "he is not that bad i guess" she thought to herself.
DG was lil bored and at same time irritated…most of her regular chat friends were busy,offline or not replying.Then she noticed DJ online status: busy.
"hmm lets see wat our busy boy is doing" .so she pinged him.
DG: U watch those things??
DJ:yeah sure.. its interesting..y u don't watch? after all we r studying marketing.
DJ: ur not watching?? how will u do the assignment then?
DJ continued to watch his marketing video without knowing wat really happened.
Meanwhile …The Info CoV was really pleased with the weekly report. the ops duo were standing relieved to see him smile after along time.
Info CoV :"hmm..keep me updated".
Fresh:1.After Let it Rock this is the second song by Kevin Rudolf which stuck in my head almost instantly. 2.I stumbled upon Kid Cudi's day & night –this is one of the recent hip hop songs with good clean lyrics (don't miss the video).
Blast from the Past: These are couple of songs which are pretty old,but somehow popped in my mind.3.Dedicated by Linkin Park reminded of LP's original Style.4.I had no clue about the last song,just knew the chorus,I binged it(very good for lyrics search) & found the info-(East 17-its alright).
If u had only read the book or only saw the movie,u might think I have got the title wrong,But if u have read the book and also seen the movie like me, I am sure you would agree with me.
The movie starts as a sci-fi movie with the CERN and the LHC particle accelerator then quickly turns to a horror movie with a popped eyeball, before becoming a mystery thriller revolving around the mysterious ILLUMINATI.
.Dialogues were really good and lot many times the whole theatre itself went LOL.Since it happens in Vatican ,everyone talks with a European tongue and Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon stands outs as the American Symbologist. Hanks justifies his role,but nothing more than that.His looks are getting older and I seriously doubt whether we will see him in another mesmerizing performance like in Cast Away or Forrest Gump.
Ewan McGregor fits perfectly as the young Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca.Ayelet Zurer who plays Dr.Vittoria does not do much other than just running along with Langdon following the path.Her role is very much underplayed in the movie whereas the book gave much weightage to her character. My biggest disappointment was the terror killer, the Hassassin.The character in the movie was totally different from the book and frankly speaking Nikolaj Lie Kaas who plays the role is neither scary or terrifying but looks like a pissed off nerd wanting to take revenge on the bullies in high school.
The camera goes all around Vatican City and if anyone saw the movie couple of times,they can tell which church is located where in Vatican.I liked the cars in the movie especially Inspector Olivetti's Lancia Delta.It was refreshing to see Alfa Romeos instead of the usual cop cars .Background score is quite neatly done ,but gets ur attention probably just once in the movie. Editing could have been better as the movie just rushes right from the beginning and does not wait for the shock ,fear, the chill or thrill to sink in.So I suggest it would be better if viewers have an idea of what's the movie about before watching it.
As it always happens,the story has been compressed to fit the big screen.During compression there is a loss of data,which has happened here also.There are few major changes,like some key characters are skipped or combined into one (cost cutting??).But then where the hell is the fifth sign?? I cant believe they skipped it or… was it edited later to shorten the running time??.
If u have read the story,just forget how good it was when u read it. Because Dan Brown's novel was Angels and Demons but Ron Howard's movie is Demons & Angels.If u ignore the difference,then u will enjoy it. Overall its a good movie worth spending time and money to see in theatres.
Many at times,I realize things very early or very late,like i will be head over heels,abt spending the weekend @ Home(Madurai) two weeks later,and when I am actually there I will be sad that I have to go to college on Monday.
I am trying to be adjust the time variance between my realization of events and their actual occurrence.Which is why I blog,so i can express my feelings as spontaneous as possible.This brings to this last post of the month where I want to share with you all what I just realized today abt my life.
My Life is actually… pretty Good,Not bad ,way better than expected.Do You wanna know the reasons,as to how i have come to this conclusion? Here they are…….
Five : My social outing time has has increased considerably,having more fun everyday,Sleep more than I used to ..(eating is still a problem)..This weekend I went for a movie I been waiting for ..Angels & Demons with my friends (will post the review soon) , I went to Innovative Film City with my Bro and his friends.
SIX : I have started two blogs and kept my promise of posting regularly with good stuff too..
Seven: Sure I had some problems but I have more reasons to smile than to crib about.
Eight : I finally have the courage to bury the skeletons in my closet and move on with life.
Nine : I have realized my Life's Good in the correct time not sooner or later.
I just want to Give a Big Warm HUG to everyone around me and thank them for all their Love and Support.


The Finance Department of Karnataka State Government has issued an important notification on revised pay rules for the employees working under Karnataka Government.
Sub:- Revision of scales of pay and other related orders.
1.1 In Government Order No.FD 6 SRP 2018 dated 1st March 2018, Government have issued orders extending the revised Master Scale and 25 revised standard scales of pay to the Government employees. Further, the Government have also accepted the recommendations of the 6th State Pay Commission pertaining to certain allowances.


There have been a few people complaining lately about how successful Java is. Comments such as "There are no good Java hackers [coders]"; "J2EE is academic"; And Daniel Steinberg, the editor of java.net, saw derision from an audience because an application was written in Java. It seems the I.T. species known as sadus loserus are jealous because we Java developers just get on with it.
There are good coders in every language in use. Otherwise there would be so few successful programs in that language that it would die. As has happened with quite a few programming languages.
J2EE is used in thousands and thousands of successful commercial applications, making money for those companies every day. That's not the definition of academic.
Derision specifically because a program is written in any language, whatever that language, tells me only how sad the derisive person is and nothing about the language or program.
So next time you see one of these sad little put downs of Java, respond in the most appropriate way. Smile and say "yes, dear". Then get on with your Java projects. And enjoy being a winner.


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Here is a recap of posts from last week, in case you missed any. Click below to read each post in full.
OpenTable Files for $40 Million Public Offering
OpenTable, the online restaurant reservation service, has filed an S1 with the SEC to raise $40 million. The company, founded in 1998 by former Citysearch President Thomas Layton, was launched as Easyseats.com. It currently has contracts with 10,000 restaurants in all 50 states, or approximately one-third of U.S. reservation restaurants. It seats roughly 2.8 million diners per month. (read more…)
Back to the Future of Newspapers
It's always fun to look back to past decades' visions of the future — especially when we're currently living out the realities of those same times. We didn't end up with the levitating cars dreamed up in the 1950s, the imperialistic government of Orwell's 1984 (kind of), nor the bizarre spacecapades of Arthur C. Clarke's 2001. Earlier today, a friend sent me a great YouTube clip that someone dug up, which shows a 1981 local news segment that was a bit more prescient than the above examples. (read more…)
Pay-per-Call Vet Campbell Leverages Experience in New Venture
Gary Campbell is among the directory publishing executives with the most experience in building a performance-based ad model in the print product. He is now hoping to leverage that experience in a new venture called Cost Per Call Solutions. The new company was founded with colleagues from the recently disbanded Canwest Directories operation. (read more…)
SMS: The Gateway Drug for Mobile Search
Expanding on the bit about text messaging in my previous post, a panel discussion at i2G likewise expanded on the topic. The idea is that despite its lack of sex appeal (compared to other things happening in the mobile world), SMS is where the action is today. Less than 20 percent of mobile users have smart phones, according to TKG data, meaning the vast majority of mobile users are primarily talking and texting. (read more…)
Zillow Rides the Bad Tides of Real Estate
The bad market for real estate has put a crimp in a lot of real estate marketing (except perhaps for foreclosure sites like Zetabids). The New York Times, on Sunday, found that many real estate sites were flat at best, with some laying off staff. In The Times' article, Curbed founder Lockhart Steele referenced "the 401K effect," with people losing interest as the value of their holdings declined. (read more…)
Tying Mobile to Traditional Media: Report From I2G
I'm at Opus Research's one-day Internet2Go show in San Francisco where there have been lots of good case studies and concrete talk about mobile marketing. Lots of it is local, but there is a fair mix of agency and brand representation. Even in those cases, key components of the mobile campaign often come down to the lower points in the purchase funnel, which are most often local (i.e., auto dealer locator). (read more…)
IAC's ServiceMagic Buys Market Hardware
IAC's ServiceMagic, a leader in delivering leads to services, has purchased Bethesda,MD- based Market Hardware, which provides websites and search engine optimization for 2,500 SMBs. Market Hardware, which has 30 people, targets "high online spend verticals" that closely mirror ServiceMagic's base of 56,000 pre-screened professionals. (read more…)
Now on the iPhone Top 10: RepairPal
The iPhone app store now has 15,000 apps available. So what's No. 8 (among the free utilities)? RepairPal, an auto site that uses the GPS capabilities of the iPhone to deliver repair auto estimates, a comprehensive repair shop directory and a roadside assistance feature. RepairPal ranks behind such iPhone apps as Sound Grenade, WiFi Checker, myLite Flashlight and iStethoscope. (read more…)
Mixpo Signs More Channel Partners
Video creation platform provider Mixpo today announced partnerships with five local media organizations: NBC Local Media, Tribune, Freedom Communications, TownNews.com and Fisher Communications.The deal will equip each new partner with Mixpo's VideoAd platform, which will let advertisers create and distribute video ads into the publishers' existing online advertising systems. (read more…)
Talking Mobile and Local at OMMA Social
I'm at the OMMA Social conference put on by MediaPost. It's mostly attended by ad agencies looking to learn more about engaging users through social networking and blogging — something they've probably achieved a C+ for as an industry. (read more…)
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Severin Monsen, son of Mons Severinsen and Oline Larsdatter, was born on February 21, 1878 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on February 2, 1970 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 91. He married 2 times. The first time he married Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm. She was born on March 21, 1876 in Volda, Møre og Romsdal and died on November 7, 1918 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 42. The second time he married Laura Kristina Børresdatter, daughter of Børre Knutsen and Berte Nikoline Børresdatter, in 1920 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal. She was born on October 12, 1891 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on November 10, 1966 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 75.
Lina Severinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on July 3, 1902 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on November 29, 1971 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 69. She married Nils Olsen in 1928 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal. He was born in 1894 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on May 21, 1976 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 82.
Astrid Severinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on January 27, 1904 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on January 19, 1987 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 82. She married Mons Olsen.
Martin Sverinsen, son of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on August 5, 1905 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on January 28, 1988 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 82. He married Klara Oddlaug Olsdatter. She was born on February 20, 1914 and died on October 26, 1994 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 80.
Ivar Severinsen, son of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on July 25, 1907 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on May 23, 1987 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 79.
Konstanse Sverinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on August 8, 1909 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on February 2, 1992 in Oslo at the age of 82.
Palma Severinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on June 25, 1911 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on August 13, 2006 in Giske, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 95. She married Johan Olav E Molnes. He was born on June 6, 1921 and died on August 15, 1999 in Giske, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 78.
Solveig Severinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on June 23, 1913 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on November 25, 2003 in Giske, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 90.
Kjellaug Severinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on May 12, 1916 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on November 28, 2002 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 86.
Kristine Severinsdatter, daughter of Severin Monsen and Kristine Iversdatter Oterholm, was born on October 29, 1918 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal and died on August 9, 2007 in Norddal, Møre og Romsdal at the age of 88. She married Arne Toresen, son of Tore Martinussen and Beate Martha Karlsdatter.


The Empire of Vanaheim is a nation led by Great Khan Buorhann on the continent of Australia. The Empire of Vanaheim's government is a Theocratic Dictatorship with very moderate social policies. Economically, The Empire of Vanaheim favors moderate policies. The official currency of The Empire of Vanaheim is the Bitcoin. At 1,539 days old, The Empire of Vanaheim is an ancient nation. The Empire of Vanaheim has a population of 5,277,743 and a land area of 52,080.00 sq. miles. This gives it a national average population density of 101.34. Pollution in the nation is noticeable. The citizens' faith in the government is completely depleted with an approval rating of 0%.
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The mathematical genius Alan Turing (1912-1954) was one of the greatest scientists and thinkers of the 20th century. Now well known for his crucial wartime role in breaking the ENIGMA code, he was the first to conceive of the fundamental principle of the modern computer — the idea of controlling a computing machine's operations by means of coded instructions, stored in the machine's 'memory'. In 1945, Turing drew up his revolutionary design for an electronic computing machine — his Automatic Computing Engine ('ACE'). A pilot model of the ACE ran its first programme in 1950 and the production version, the 'DEUCE', went on to become a cornerstone of the fledgling British computer industry. The first 'personal' computer was based on Turing's ACE. This book describes Turing's struggle to build the modern computer. It contains first-hand accounts by Turing and by the pioneers of computing who worked with him. The book describes the hardware and software of the ACE and contains chapters describing Turing's path-breaking research in the fields of Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Artificial Life (A-Life).