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Maurice Sendak, acclaimed author and illustrator of the children's story book "Where the Wild Things Are" passed away recently aged 83.
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Harrisons Gallery and Framers in Eleventh Avenue, Tauranga is proud to be opening "Where the Wild Things Are – A Tribute Exhibition", on the June 1, 2012.
This group show, featuring many accomplished artists from Tauranga and further afield is dedicated to the legacy of Maurice Sendak.
"Sendak has been hailed as the Picasso of childrens' books."
"He had the foresight to pull back on the text in childrens' books and allow his art to carry his story.
"He realised that his art had the power to completely involve young readers in the picture book experience", says Harrisons Gallery Art Director Gaye Carrothers.
Maurice Sendak was recognised in the art world as an accomplished artist and illustrator.
His writing and wonderful drawings touched the lives of millions of children.
"Where the Wild Things Are" was written in 1963 and gained Sendak international acclaim with sales of over 19 million copies worldwide.
Pink Moon' by artist Antony Warnes.
It's great to be able to feature a painting by long time Bay of Plenty painting identity Antony Warnes in this blog.
Antony is still prolific and is producing a wide range of subject matter in his well-known and ever popular style.
Also included in the exhibition will be works by internationally celebrated artist Raymond Ching.
Raymond is known for his stunning wildlife paintings especially of birds.
John McLean who is known to many art followers in Tauranga will feature in the show.
John attended Tauranga Boys' College and was taught by Edward Bullmore. His narrative, illustrative paintings have been exhibited a number of times at Tauranga Art Gallery.
Other notable participating artists are Talitha Brauchli, Mandy Hague, Rebecca Gilmore, Richard Ponder, Nick Eggleston, Ken Hunt, Richard MacDonald, Jannette Blackburn, Antony Warnes, Elliot Mason and Alexandra Holmes.
A wild thing watercolour by Nick Eggleston.
I just had to include this slightly disturbing 'Wild Things exhibition' offering by Nick Eggleston. It is definitely 'Sendak scary' and one has to wonder what the bird with antlers has in mind with regard to its small feathered passengers.
The paintings by Nick Eggleston and Antony Warnes will be a good fit with the Sendak theme.
I look forward to seeing how all the paintings tie in when I visit the exhibition next week.
In particular I'll be interested in the intriguing ideas that are so often found in the work of a personal favourite of mine, Tauranga artist Richard MacDonald.
The exhibition opens to the public on Friday 1st June 2012 and will continue through until Saturday, 21June 2012.
In Sendak's own words, "... go where the wild things are" and this June the 'wild things' will be at Harrisons Art Gallery, 106 Eleventh Avenue, Tauranga.
For further information about the exhibition please contact Carmen Dickison at enquiries@harrisonsgallery.co.nz and to view exhibition artwork visit www.harrisonsgallery.co.nz.
by Pete Morris (May, 2012).
Pete Morris is an occasional painter and an art lover. He is a freelance writer who has a particular interest in promoting the visual arts in Tauranga and the Bay of Plenty.
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Scribe Literacy Magazine Hits the Shelves
From left to right: Izzy Perez ('20) and Caitlin Bradford ('20).
Citlalli Perez , News Editor
Belvidere North's literary magazine, Scribe has recently published their first magazine and in honor of the special occasion, publishers and members of Scribe will be hosting an "Open Mic Night" on a to-be-determined date.
Scribe is currently run by some North English teachers, including Mrs. Marinaro, Mrs. Torbert, and Ms. Smiley. Along with the administration, Scribe consists of two Editor-and-Chief members, Caitlin Bradford ('20) and Izzy Perez ('20). In total, there are nine active members of the magazine staff.
Most students aren't aware that Scribe was established back in 2007 when the school originally opened, but over the years the involvement in the school's magazine declined, which put a hold on the club name. Things changed when the 2018-2019 school year came around and Mrs. Marinaro brought back the idea to the administration about relaunching Scribe.
"I think Scribe has allowed us to put a spotlight on student work, specifically when it comes to literature. We have been able to take the submissions and put them together to create another piece of art essentially. I hope that we continue to grow and receive even more submissions so that we can continue to shine even more light on some of the fantastic writers we have at North" said Caitlin Bradford ('20).
Back in October of 2018, Scribe welcomed students to submit their artwork, short stories, poems, song lyrics, and just about anything else that would fit under a literacy tab, that would later be published in the clubs first magazine. In total, Scribe editors received over 30 submissions from students.
From late November to early December the team of editors set forth to create layouts and skeletons for the Scribe magazine, and came in contact with various local companies in regards to donations for the publications and to finalize stories and poems.
"Scribe has been a wonderful experience, and as Editor-in-Chief, I'm proud to say that our team has done a great job putting our magazine together and coming together as a group, " said Izzy Perez ('20).
After returning from winter break, the countless hours at the computer monitor paid off as the team finalized the magazine and sent it out to a printing company where Scribe's "first" magazine would be created.
In addition to the finalized magazine, the team hopes to create an online website where they can publish student work, pictures of the team, events, and the published magazine for the community's viewing.
Look and listen around, for Scribe is looking to create a second literacy magazine and that means more student work will be needed! Also, don't miss Scribe's Open-Mic Night which is still to be determined on a date.
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Top 5 Things Students Should Know About Politics
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I've had my Djinn for well over 4 months now and I've had no luck in strengthening our communication,I was born able to see energy and auras so I can see when they are around ,but I just can't hear them it kinda feels like talking to someone on the phone when their call is on mute,they can hear me but I just can't hear them no matter how hard I try,they manifest often just to remind me that they are still there and I've even used manifestation spells that worked it's just the communication that I'm having a problem with,maybe it's because I'm 15 my mind probably isn't as adept as someone who's been practicing Energy Manipulation and magic for 20 or so years,so any advice on building communication sure would help alot.
Re: Communication with my Djinn?
Hello there! I understand, don't worry too much that you can't hear them. You're already doing great if you can sense their energy--that's a big step.
If you haven't read it yet, this might help you.
However, I do want to point out that hearing them is not the only way to communicate. Since you can sense their energy, have you tried asking them to do things like answer yes/no questions by touching or closing your hands (like right for yes, left for no)? Communicating via tarot, pendulum, or other tools? You can do a search on the forum for other suggestions, I know there are a bunch of them here.
CrashingDown wrote: Hello there! I understand, don't worry too much that you can't hear them. You're already doing great if you can sense their energy--that's a big step.
Thanks Crashing,I haven't tried the methods that you listed ,but I have tried using a pendulum with no sucess,the methods you described especially the yes or no hand one seem much better though,so i think I'll try those after meditation, Thank You .
You're welcome! I hope that works for you!
I have a question as I have a really special relationship with my Djinn. Do you feel them touch you? Mine likes to run her fingers through my hair. I can feel her heat when she is close to me. Does any of that happen to you?
I recommend opening your mind and listening with that, not your ears. Also, meditate at the prescribed times. Also the Djinn ceremony is a nice way to bond with your Djinn. Try to do it a couple times a month.
I can feel her touch my face as I write this. She really likes it when I talk about her.
vikingwarior74 wrote: I have a question as I have a really special relationship with my Djinn. Do you feel them touch you? Mine likes to run her fingers through my hair. I can feel her heat when she is close to me. Does any of that happen to you?
I Do feel S and F taping me sometimes,it's kinda weird It used to scare me when it first started, also I have tried listening with my mind but I think I'm too attuned to a different frequency,either way it's very interesting to hear how your Djinn interact with you as my Djinn are also Female.I recently started communicating with them via pendulum and I feel that our bond is getting stronger,they even assisted me in Conjuring and Binding a Phoenix(I used a mixed method to Open a portal to the spirit realm with my own developed Magic,I also used the Ch Creature Conjuring spell but I used a lot more of my own Magic to make it work,I saw the shadows of Birds near one of my doors,)besides that I think that my interaction with my Djinn are Varied by a lot of things including my age,since I'm a 15 year old Male I feel like they would be More like good friends or sisters to me.Thnx For your response.
*Update* I heard one of my spirits Whisper near my right ear.
Since your Third Eye has limitations, you may want to cultivate your Third Ear.
conxtion wrote: Since your Third Eye has limitations, you may want to cultivate your Third Ear.
Great to hear. Keep up the work and be patient. My relationship with my Djinn goes back a long time. I can't get into it, she doesn't like me to say too much about our relationship. We have a deep love and are bonded forever. Our relationship isn't common though.


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Court of Appeal to Hold Education Program for High School Students
LOS ANGELES —The Court of Appeal, Second Appellate District, Division Seven, will host its educational outreach program, "Appellate Court Experience" (ACE), for students from Santa Ana High School and Woodrow Wilson High School on Monday, May 7, 2018.
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Court of Appeal, Third Appellate District, to Hear Oral Argument at Las Plumas High School
Administrative Presiding Justice Vance W. Raye announced that as part of its award-winning community outreach program, the Court of Appeal, Third Appellate District, will hear oral argument at Las Plumas High School in Oroville.
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Chief Justice Announces Winners of 2019 Civic Learning Awards
California Chief Justice Tani G. Cantil-Sakauye announced today the recipients of the 2018-2019 Civic Learning Awards to 92 schools, the most award recipients in the program's history.
Educators Bring Judges into the Classroom
When Chief Justice Tani Cantil-Sakauye started her Civic Learning Initiative in 2013, she discovered that little time was devoted to teaching civics in California K-12 public schools, with no plans to bring it back.
Chief Justice's Civic Learning Initiative
News Release - March 5, 2020
Civic Learning Awards Honor 75 California Schools
Seventy-five public schools were honored with Civic Learning Awards, which are co-sponsored by the Chief Justice and State Superintendent of Public Instruction.
Civic Learning Initiative
Chief Justice Appoints New Members to Power of Democracy Steering Committee
Chief Justice Tani Cantil-Sakauye appointed five new members to the Power of Democracy Steering Committee, the governing body of her Civic Learning Initiative that aims to improve civic learning and engagement in California.
Court of Appeal, Fourth Appellate District, Division Two, Conducts Innovative Program and Oral Arguments at Coachella Valley High School
RIVERSIDE—Presiding Justice Manuel A. Ramirez has announced that the Court of Appeal will conduct an innovative court-community program called "Outreach Plus" at Coachella Valley High School.
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News Release - March 15, 2017
Court of Appeal Holds Education Program for High School Students
The Court of Appeal, Second Appellate District, Division Three, will host its "Appellate Court Experience" (ACE) educational outreach program.
Court of Appeal, Second Appellate District
News Release - September 22, 2016
Chief Justice Invites Civic Learning Award Applications
Applications are now available online for the 2016-17 Civic Learning Awards.
Civic Learning Awards
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Council Facilitates Juvenile System Reforms
SAN FRANCISCO—At its public meeting on April 15, the Judicial Council changed court rules and forms to implement reforms targeting those coming to family and juvenile courts. One action dealt with the implementation of a new law that changes the...
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California Chief Justice Commemorates Constitution Day
Chief Justice Tani G. Cantil-Sakauye, state and federal judges, teachers and students celebrate the 223rd Anniversary of the Signing of the U.S. Constitution.
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Jussie Smollett's lawyer didn't rule out the actor filing a lawsuit after all charges against him in his high-profile attack case were dropped.
Tina Glandian said Smollett and his legal team are currently "weighing our options" after the Cook County State's Attorney's Office dropped the charges Tuesday.
"For Jussie, what's really important is, he really just wants his career and his life back," Glandian said on "Good Morning America" on Wednesday. "Again, he did not ask for any of this. He was a victim of a crime. This has completely spiraled out of control and become a political event."
A grand jury then indicted Smollett on 16 counts of disorderly conduct this month.
Smollett, 36, has maintained his innocence. He told police in January that he was attacked by two people who used homophobic and racial slurs and placed a rope around his neck.
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The Govt's Package was Too Little, Too Late. We Had Already Left, Say Migrant Workers
Alim Jafri , Sagrika Kissu | 27 Mar 2020
Thousands of migrant workers have left for their ancestral villages on foot, with buses and trains not in service due to the 21-day coronavirus lockdown.
Lucknow/Delhi: Two days have passed and Rahul Gangwar has to cover more than 100 kilometers to reach his hometown of Baheri in Bareilly district. He says he can't walk anymore. Rahul has been working as a sweeper in Delhi for five years and this is not the first time that he is travelling home; but it's his first time on foot.
"I have already covered 150 kilometers. I had kept a few biscuits with me and they are now ever. It is difficult to walk without food and water, and grocery stores are charging double the normal price," he said.
Rahul is not alone though. He is one among a group of six daily-wage labourers who have undertaken an arduous journey of 300 kilometers on foot, walking the length of Western Uttar Pradesh border to reach to their ancestral village of Abhaypur Mahmoodpur in Bareilly.
And again, its not just these six. Thousands of migrant labourers across India are marching to their villages.
The 21-day lockdown imposed across India in the wake of novel coronavirus, has triggered mass migrations across the country, with labourers undertaking long journeys on foot to reach their homes. It is happening in the absence of public transport – buses or trains.
STARVATION WILL KILL US BEFORE CORONAVIRUS
Despite Finance Minister Nirmala Sitharaman announcement of a relief package to aid those living on the margins, workers, with toddlers in their arms and kids by their side, had already started their journey home owing to panic and a lack of faith in the administration.
"As everything is shut, the owners have asked us to return when things return to normal. We have no other choice but to leave home," said another migrant labourer.
They looked sceptical about the relief package offered to them. "We heard that they (the government) are offering a package but we haven't received any information yet. We can't risk our lives on government packages which we aren't very sure about. Our children will die of starvation and we can't afford that," said a female migrant worker with a toddler in her arm.
"We waited for some form of help from the government. But the package came much later and we had already left. We don't know when and how it will be implemented," said another labourer.
Mohd. Afroz Ali runs a brass factory with 20 to 25 workers who were mostly from Bihar and Eastern Uttar Pradesh. Every one of those workers has left on foot.
"The day Prime Minister Narendra Modi announced that India will be under complete lockdown for 21 days, all the workers left Moradabad for their native villages on foot. I handed over whatever I could give to them, along with their pending allowance, but that was not enough. The workers were so poor that they don't have even mobile phones so that we could ask them for an update on their position," Ali said.
There was something common among all the workers NewsClick met – they were on an empty stomach and penniless. "We have not eaten a single grain for the last three days and we have to cover more than a hundred miles without food and water," Wahab told NewsClick, his voice quivering with trepidation
Forty-two-year-old Kushal Kumar, who worked at a weaving factory in Varanasi, is a native of Bihar's Araria district. He said there was no point staying back without income and was dismissive of the government's relief package which, according to him, came through late.
Kushal was part of a close to 30-member group that started its journey on foot on Tuesday night from the city's Madanpura area to reach the Bihar border, a distance of around 250 km.
Commenting on the plight of jobless migrant workers, Sanjay Singh, Project Coordinator of Vigaan Foundation, which works with daily wagers, said: "The key reason behind the plight of jobless migrant workers is that the government announced a relief package for them five days after lockdown. It was too late. They had returned to work after Holi barely a week ago, after having taken home their savings for the festival. Now, their companies either fired them or asked them to come back after the coronavirus pandemic ends. This prompted them to step out of the city and rush towards their villages on foot. The second reason behind their plight is that most of the workers' families are in the village and in this period of sorrow, they want to be with their loved ones."
Speaking on the FM Nirmala Sitharaman's Rs 1.7 lakh crore relief package for the poor, Singh said that there was a lack of trust among the workers. "Before the announcement, the government should have incorporated them into government buildings and distributed basic commodities. They may have stayed back in that case, but it was too late and they left," he said.
In Lucknow, a majority of daily-wagers from the construction industry are from Bilaspur, Bemetra in Chattisgarh, Jharkhand and Bihar. "Since they are desperate to reach their homes but stuck here, we are providing them with food and water. We are also taking action against factory owners who have not done enough to keep these workers here," he added.
Several individuals including Rajeev Yadav of Rihai Manch, have made a people's alliance for helping those stuck in the city, accusing the government for being callous. "Delhi is a social welfare state where the responsibility to take workers into confidence falls on both the state and Central government. But both have failed to assure them," said Yadav.
Police brutality has also been reported at a time when fearful citizens are grappling with a pandemic scare. "Speaking of the plight of migrant workers, the most striking example of brutality is the Uttar Pradesh police. Instead of giving them food, they beat them up. Despite them walking on foot, why is the government not turning bus and railway stations into shelter homes. Yogi's polices are only for middle-class people, not for the poor," he added.
Ever since Prime Minister Narendra Modi announced a complete lockdown, a mass exodus of migrant workers began. On March 25, thousands of jobless migrant workers from Ahmedabad, Gujarat, Rajasthan, Delhi, Madhya Pradesh, Maharashtra were seen walking back to their homes as jobs ran dry in cities.
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I have owned my 1964 Thames 7CWT Van since 1993.
I had it restored four times but each time I was never really happy with the result.
In 2008, I decided that I would restore the van myself as any mistakes would be down to me.
I had some help with the restoration with a friend who still runs a body shop. I was taught the basics of restoration and paint, which stood me in good stead for the future.
Twelve years on and the van is still looking the best it's ever been!
When I bought the van in 1993, I decided that I would like to restore a saloon one day. I spent 20 years collecting difficult to source parts for a saloon that I didn't even own!
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I bought the car in 2011 and started the restoration in 2013.
The only thing I did differently on the restoration was painting the floor, as the car was only painted in primer when it came out of the factory in Dagenham. I know this, because I spent two weeks removing the 30 years of yearly underseal (35 kg no less) only to discover that the floor was just painted in brown primer!
I tried to replicate as best I could, the car is it came off the production line. I think that I may have added a little extra to the underside which, in my view, should have been done from the start!
The Anglia as it arrived at my workshop in 2011.... Totally original with all original panels.
The little boy on the right is Tony Mason, who I bought the Anglia from.
This is Tony at Tatton Park June 2013, where the Anglia had it's first outing! The car won 'Car of the day' out of 1,500 other cars!
The interior of the Anglia is original apart from the door cards and the new carpet.


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Serena Williams Overcomes Shaky Start to Defeat Sloane Stephens at U.S. Open
U.S. Open Midterm Grades: Serena Williams, Novak Djokovic and Tough Mothers Atop the Pack
The U.S. Open is headed into the second week. Here are our midterm grades on the action thus far.
Jon Wertheim
Again, the tournament may be played within Corona Park, but so far this event has felt almost like a major tennis event. No fans, no Roger Federer, no Rafael Nadal, no six of the top 10 women, no freedom of movement. But here's what we have had: upsets and comebacks and seeds falling and seeds surviving. We've had a sizable helping of controversy—someday, Benoit Paire of Avignon will write a memoir—but that's always the case. Herewith, masked affixed, through three rounds, your 2020 U.S. Open midterm grades:
Knocking wood (and graphite and carbon fibers): Some controversy. One positive test. Some violations of COVID-19 protocol. But overall, the bubble is holding. If in advance, you told the USTA—and the entire Republic of Tennis—a week in, the tableau would look like this, you suspect the organizers would have signed up.
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Novak Djokovic: Before the tournament, most folks took him against the field. A week in, he is still undefeated for 2020 and the U.S. Open prognosis is unchanged.
Tough Mothers: Nine of them entered. Three are left at this writing: Serena Williams, a resurgent Victoria Azarenka and Tsvetana Pironkova, who returned after a three-year maternity leave, and beat phlegmatic Garbine Muguruza. Afterward, she offered this gem: "Once you become a mother you don't magically lose your ability to play." This is a real validation of the WTA's maternity leave policy.
Canada: The defending women's champ, Bianca Andreescu, is out and the stalwart, Milos Raonic, was eliminated by friendly fire. But Vasek Pospisil, Felix Auger Aliassime and Denis Shapovalov—through very different circumstances—are in the Sweet Sixteen.
Matteo Berrettini: A semifinalist last year, he has yet to drop a set.
Alize Cornet: Hasn't missed a major since 2006. She is now within a match of her first-ever quarterfinal.
College tennis: The O.G., John Isner (Georgia), may have bowed early, but fittingly he was beaten by perhaps the best college player of all time, Steve Johnson (USC). From Cameron Norrie (TCU) to J.J. Wolf (OSU) to Jennifer Brady (UCLA) to Astra Sharma (Vanderbilt)—lots of fight songs getting sung. Athletic directors take note.
Carla Suarez Navarro: It's admittedly a little off to put this under the rubric of letter grades. But you won't find a more popular player among her peers. Wish her well.
Kim Clijsters: Was absolutely pounding a seeded player for an hour. Then it looked as though the ab injury announced itself and she lost in three sets to Ekaterina Alexandrova. The question: what's next? On ball-striking alone, Clijsters has top 20, if not top 10, talent. How much time and energy is she inclined to devote?
Maxime Cressy: Former UCLA Bruin didn't have many answers against Tsitsipas but what a revelation. He deploys this curious tactic of heading netward after he serves. Every time.
Andy Murray: Won a memorable first-rounder, down 0-2 sets and rallying to beat Yoshi Nishioka. Lost an unmemorable second-rounder, to FAA. For a guy who sets off metal detectors with the contents of his hip and was retired 18 months ago, not a shabby effort.
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Coco Gauff: Hardly a crisis, losing 6-4 in the third set to a seeded player. But dropping a winnable first match—to a player who was 1-8 on the season—has to sting a bit. Especially with another showdown with Naomi Osaka pending. All part of the process. On to the clay...
The young 2-0 setters: Nishioka, Jannik Sinner, Denis Kudla, Ulises Blanch and Mackenzie McDonald, all up two-sets-to-love before retreating against older opponents. Moral victories and gutting losses.
PTPA: Good for the players for organizing, seeking an amplified voice and a fattened wallet. Good for Djokovic and Pospisil—two different players with two sets of personal interests—for leading. The decision for the Professional Tennis Players Association to launch without the consulting half the professional tennis players was both a bad look and a strategic misstep. Some additional thoughts here.
Stef Tsitsipas: Loses what has been—and likely will be—the match of the tournament, 7-6 in the fifth to Borna Coric, having squandered a 5-1 fourth set lead and buckets of match points. If by his own admission, it took him months to get over losing that epic against Wawrinka in Paris last year, you wonder about the recovery time for this defeat. To his credit, his post-match tweet was as classic as the match.
Inconsistency: It's the bane of a tennis player. And it's the bane of governing bodies trying to establish credibility. If you have a set of COVID-19 rules, stick with it. You can't pull two players (Pella and Dellien) out of one event and then, under a virtually identical set of circumstances, create a "bubble within a bubble." You can't allow one player (Mannarino) to compete and then pull another (Mladenovic). For all that could have gone wrong and didn't, this was an unforced error.
The second hotel: Not just a great name for an album; the source of so much coronavirus trouble. One player hotel is all but hermetically sealed. The other is not. And this is where the problems stem.
The fan absence: It's great that the USTA scrambled to stage this event. But if you ever doubted the importance of a live audience—from Venus Williams locked in a tight match against a seed, to all the success of the college players, to those doubles matches that ended 7-6 in the third—the absence of the crowd was conspicuous.
Karolina Pliskova: Top seed makes an early exit, losing in round two to Caroline Garcia.
The prematch interview: Actually we found something even more cringe-inducing, absent of value and stripping of dignity for all parties involved. The prematch interview when the player is wearing a mask.


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by Helium Beach | Aug 2, 2020 | Short Fiction | 0 comments
John R. White is the author of the Airship Neverland series of steampunk fantasy novels. This story, The Inspector, is a new, previously unpublished work representing some of the back story of villain in the series' third book, TALES OF THE AIRSHIP NEVERLAND Volume III: DUST AND ASH.
The Inspector, by John R. White
The communique had arrived at his Scotland Yard office at fifteen minutes after the hour of ten in the morning. Inspector Hanson would address and review it as soon as he had managed all the work up to that time, and not a second before. Hanson placed into his letterbox, which was arranged by the posts time of arrival. Hanson found chaos useless and counter-productive to the man's work.
The Inspector was thirty-six and unmarried. In point of fact, he had never been betrothed, nor did he date, as women found his obsessive-compulsive nature distressing and the man entirely unpleasant. Delacorte Hanson found that quite acceptable because romantic relationships required too much useless and time-consuming activities. Pitching woo, attending shows, and such like would be the downfall of civilization to his mind.
Noon arrived, and the proper gentleman ate his lunch at his desk. It consisted of a dried pork sandwich, two hard-boiled eggs, and cold tea. At twenty minutes after noon, he read the message.
Inspector D. Hanson Scotland Yard—Stop
Your presence required Gladesville Asylum—Stop.
Endeavour City, Walkabout Island Post Haste—Stop
Premier George Reid—Stop
Dystopia Desires Appeal—Stop
Dystopia.
Inspector Hanson stood up, promptly walked to his private loo, and retched.
The following day Inspector Hanson stared at his steamer trunk and proceeded to re-inspect (For he had already reviewed the case twice) a third and final time. The trip was to be an obscenely long one. He would have to take an airship from Kensington to Rome, another from Rome to Cairo, which after a restock of supplies – to include replenishment of Aetherium gas – would fly across Palestine and Arabia to the Port of Columbo, Brytish Sri Lanka. From there, it would require two weeks at sea to strike shore at Geraldton, Walkabout Island. And then five days in the air to land in Endeavor city. As he closed his trunk, he called for his man to take it, and the three other portmanteaus and load them in the waiting lorry.
Three weeks of travel lay ahead of him in which he would have to work his courage up to face the Countess Dystopia.
Dystopia— a razor-edged rose that cast seeds of crimson and madness.
Dystopia— the madwoman of Pittlewell.
He had not been there at the scene of the crime. He had not been there to look upon the mutilated bodies of her family, shredded human tissue lying upon decorative Christmas tissue, nor had not been required to witness the carnage. Still, the inspector, tasked with interviewing her, would subsequently be appointed as her solicitor, for Hanson was a rare breed, a barrister who was also a psychologist.
Hanson slid into the backseat of the air lorry. He thanked the footman and gave a gratuity to both he and his batman. Hanson had earned his stripes as a barrister working for his majesty's forces. Feeling the craft lift, then quickly followed by the sound of the steam-driven propeller, he closed his eyes for the quarter-hour to the Airship launch.
It would seventeen minutes after scheduled departure time that Hanson watched as the Coast of Bryton receded. He was not one of those given to frivolity and did not join the guests waving out the windows; instead, he settled his personal items in his cabin—the task would consume seventy-six minutes until he was satisfied. Peckish, he did move down the corridor to find the dining facilities, and as he was captive to the slow shuffling of Chronos' feet, he allowed himself a sumptuous repast, to include three Gaulish pastries. The wine was agreeable. Once finished, he took up a vacant seat in the lounge, and reaching down, pulled out his files. As he laid them on the pristine and immaculate table, he opened the worn tan cover and read. He absent-mindedly rubbed his left fingers.
Prittlewell, Essex. Bryton.
It was Inspector Lestrade that was the chief inspector of the case. The Young lass called Cecily had taken the occasion of the birthday of the Messiah to refashion her toys into tiny mechanical automatons with which to murder her family; the sole failed to target his innocent sister. The house burned to the ground by the time they found the young Countess Hartwicke and her sister Katherine. At the time, Katherine was a wounded lass of just eight years old. Contrarily, her thirteen-year-old sister was unscathed. The local bobbies knew her well, for she already had many encounters with the law; all of them, mayhem.
Repeated accused of the torture of animals, (under the guise of helping to create medical tools for her father, a physician) to date, she remained cleared of all charges.
Twice she was a person of interest in 'accidental' deaths where, once more, the charge dismissed as an accident. One of those occasions thirty children, two nuns and a rector died. It was not until that dark Christmas that she was proven to be the psychopath she was. It had been Hanson's task to prepare a defence for her, but also to discover why she was the way she was.
Evil is not a disorder of the mind; it is a disorder of the soul. People are born into the world with their hearts as clean a slate as is possible. A child, Hanson felt was as perfect a thing in the universe as could exist. Yet that clean slate is black as coal. Dystopia had been born such a child, and somehow her pristine soul was corrupted early.
"Why," He had asked the straight-jacketed lass as he sat across from her in her prison cell. "Why, do you murder? What reason can justify this?"
Cecily, her hair all akimbo and wild looked up at the man. Her face was dirty; her lips chapped, and yet her eyes were as sharp as flint. She leaned her head back and laughed—a high disturbing cackle.
"They say that mankind arose from lesser beings; that humans are now the pinnacle on the mountain of change and evolution," Cecily looked at him as she leaned across the table. "But, Master Hanson, I don't think so. You know what I think is in charge, the true master of this world?" The girl was not a fool or a child. The person sitting across from her was far older than her flesh.
Hanson shook his head," I have no idea." Hanson scribbled madly with his pen and ink. "Why don't you tell me?'
Dystopia moved her shoulders to and fro while nodding, and then stopping, looked up. "Disease. And you know how it always wins. It gets inside you, and slowly murders you bit by bit, tearing down every healthy bit of your body," Cecily tittered. "You proper people want to build a world, a utopia for you upright gents. I think it would be far more fun to watch your haven of righteousness, and all of you dumb walking leaves and sticks burn." She smiled and closed her eyes, mouthing silent words. Hanson stopped writing and looked up sharply.
"You're mad. You want all of your countrymen to die?" The thought made him ill.
"Don't you understand, sir? Everything burns in the end, and I want to be the one who struck the matchstick."
Fleet Street Dubbed her 'Countess Dystopia', although the woman possessed a provenance of nobility, nothing about her demonstrated dignity, wit, or sagacity. On the day of her trial Hanson, as her solicitor, could only try to save her life and the only means with which that was possible was to have her remanded to an asylum as far away from the sensitive and fearful Kings subjects. Hence; Walkabout Island.
The long days of travel quickly grew tedious. Hanson had taken to sunning himself on the air deck. Here the potted plants, tables and pianos remained affixed in position. The guests were required to be tethered to safety posts. Should one elect to fall, there was no safety of the sea to catch you. The cry of 'Man overboard' was a proclamation of bereavement, yet none of that concerned Inspector Hanson. He had served on the front lines of Hooker's rebellion at the siege of Bryton.
His battalion tasked with maintaining a bulwark against the oncoming she-pirates and traitorous bastards. Master Sargent Delacorte Hanson had ordered his men to be fully ready and equipped. To a man, Hanson had provided cartridges, a clean pistol and rifle, bayonet and sword. Nothing had been overlooked; nothing but being assigned a fool for a Commander. The Leftenant convinced the men that the invasion to come would be a laughable incursion, easily smitten. The man couldn't have been more wrong.
The House of Pan fell in one day; the Kings navy annihilated and sent scurrying like cowed dogs. Why? Because the main bulwark, his lads were led astray and took to arms undersupplied, and overconfident.
That incident was way Inspector Hanson vowed never again to enter any confrontation anything less than entirely prepared for any eventuality.
No one was sure how old Jiemba was, for the man was known to have been employed since Gladesville had been called the Tarban Creek Lunatic Asylum. He was an Aborigine, and his skin was as purple as a grape. The man's hair shorn close to his head, and unlike many other men, he wore no beard and rarely even wore a shirt. Usually, this would have cause to be frowned upon, but Jiemba was counted as shrewd. Beards and clothes, he had taught the staff, are easy for madmen to grab. Far better to suffer a scratch or bite, then to be held to the ground. It took two dead white men before Jiemba's words counted as wisdom. From that moment on if the staff saw Jiemba walk-in in a loincloth, they would say nothing. Jiemba knew this, and quietly revelled in the fact that the pale people could be taught.
'Jim' had a current apprentice by the name of Alexander Hamilton Gibbons, a freed American slave. The man was a half-giant of a man, well over two meters in height, and weighed in at over 20 stones. The man had left his home to build him a better future. His optimism would not earn him any reward.
Today was the task was to feed the only patient in the Black Ward. Jiemba had the trolley which they had taken from the kitchen. It was cold soup in a deep bowl, rolls, and a leather wineskin filled with water. The walk from the kitchen down the long hall took four minutes and thirty-six seconds. Jiemba had done this for several years now and could stop dead with his eyes closed, and still tell Gibbons exactly what markings, stains or cracks resided on either side of him.
As the came to the end of the hall, Gibbons moved forward to the giant iron door and slid the toothless key marked "Black Ward" into the lock, and then, slipping it sidewise to the right, pushing up slightly and then twisting it felt the magnetized teeth affix. The door announced with several clicks, and then a yawn that the door was now unlocked. The American removed it and pulled on the handle where it opened up into the Critical Ward located of building 30. Passing another portal, they arrived at the observation room for the only patient in this department; Cecily Hartwicke, the Countess Dystopia. The titan of an orderly hand's trembled as they moved int the central control room. As Jiemba pushed the cart in, he saw that there was a single metal door between the present staff and the woman, not of his dreams, but his nightmares. There were two nurses and one doctor present.
"How is she doing today?" The chief orderly inquired.
Very well behaved. Seems she been listless since you took your holiday. I think she missed you." One of the nurses spoke sincerely. She refused to bath herself until today. I think she cleaned herself up for you.
"I think she fancies you, Jim," the doctor laughed.
Jiemba looked to his trainee. "Don't you listen to that none. Only thing Dystopia fancies is getting out. Don't believe her any, don't tell her anything and never take your eyes off her. You remember that you'll be okay."
The airship made its second successful dockage in Cairo. They would have a twelve-hour holdover, the time required to vent the old lifting gas; Aetherium; Aetherium being the gas found in the void of space between planets. It broke down slowly, but as it did it tended to become denser and colder, actually pulling the gas chambers inward running the risk of the airbags tearing apart. Thus, when the gas warmed, it was then expelled, and only then could the lining be checked and replaced with a fresh batch.
Hanson had no desire to take an aerial tour of Cairo as many of the upper-class did. No, the man wanted to be down in the trenches, as it were. The city offered sights, sounds, and tastes that teased his palette. The city ran far more efficiently run than expected. The masters of Egypt maintained order well, and the main bonework of Cairo remained organized and well-controlled. He knew that to go into the market was to submit himself to disorder, but there was a bookshop that he heard tell of and he wished to visit it. It took a bit of spatial orientation to prevent too much meandering, but he was pleased when he found the store. Unobtrusive and covered with the orange grey grit of the city, a meat-stand practically concealed the tiny store. To get to the store purchased a bit of meat on a stick for two Pence. The meat was rather pleasing and tasty. He would be sure to buy more on his return to the airship.
Once inside, Hanson discovered that the small façade was an illusion, as it were, for upon entering, he saw that the entrance was to but a morsel of the store's meal. Thousands of books filled the wall shelving, stacks of dusty tomes formed obelisks of literary delight. The owner, sat behind a stone desk, concealed by yet again piles of scrolls, manuscripts and clay tablets. The shop keeper was an antiquity herself. In Mohammedan society, he knew certain sects minimalized women to the back, but he was in no position to argue because it was a sin not limited to the Ottomen. He bowed his head and spoke to the woman in her tongue.
"Madam, I am seeking a book, a rumoured one, to be sure. Nevertheless, it was written by the Greek physician Asklepios. It was his treatise on the mind and madness." The older woman stared at him as if he were of a broken mind himself. Nodding, she picked up a cane and descending from her chair, motioned him to follow. Hand-inscribed six hundred years before Christ, the text was a mere millennia old, and cost the Inspector a scant two hundred pounds sterling. The yard would not reimburse him, but again Hanson would not meet the woman without every weapon at his disposal. He had to be prepared for this woman, the Law required that she was allowed to speak with him alone, with no prying ears about them. That was exactly what she requested; a meeting with her attorney in privacy to appeal for release.
Jiemba, to Gibbons great relief, went in first. It was his job to control the patient, now eighteen years of age. The Countess resided in a round vaulted room. Her bed, as were all the furniture were crafted from stone which outgrew form the floor—the entirety of the place built from granite blocks, each weighing several tons. Dystopia was forbidden from possessing anything that could be construed as a weapon; a significant challenge when it came to be managing her care and feeding.
It was an unpleasant existence for any living creature, and Jiemba, a Torres Strait Islander knew what it meant to be cast aside and marginalized. The pity he felt for the woman did not, in any way, the negate the knowledge that she was more vicious than any snake out in the outback.
He stood at the top of the six-foot-high ramp, the lead to the observation deck. The orderly saw the woman sitting with her back to the round walls of the cupola.
"Hello, Jiemba," she smiled.
The Englishwoman was of moderate height and slight of build. She had tried the first time meeting the dark man to seduce him by showing her not unimpressive assets. She was madwoman or not, quite beautiful. Her efforts failing, she then decided to try and attack him physically. On that day she had feigned sleep, but in truth was coiled snakelike in the corner and when he came with the hated jacket, she sprung at him all nails and teeth. She landed a few impressive blows and one painful bite on him before Jiemba grabbed her by the back of her neck and faced her away from him. Then he softly and kindly informed her that if she did not behave herself, he would, somewhat regretfully, be forced to bounce her head a few times on the wall. The Countess did not believe him, and when she woke up in the jacket being hand feed her meal with tongs, she vowed to behave herself, which she did, for the most part.
"I see you have a friend, or perhaps he's your son?" Dystopia sat on her stone bed; a solid piece of thick leather – her blanket. "Do you have a name my good man?" She looked at Gibbons. The new orderly looked at Jiemba, who shook his head indicating he should not give it.
"You can call me Orderly, ma'am," He pulled the covering cloth off the food.
She said nothing and looked at the table. "So, what are we trying today?" Dystopia sat where she was and saw that the food was on a dark dense material. "You see Orderly, I am not at all well behaved. So far, my serving containers are very challenging for them. Clearly Jiemba has known that glass, china, and ceramic are off the list. Paper won't do; everything gets soggy. metal won't do. I proved that very quickly when I killed my first orderly."
Alexander looked at Jiemba with wide frightened eyes.
"Oh yes, you see they thought that if they used a very hard metal bowl that there was no way I could cause mischief in one day. No spoon, no fork: Just two bowls one for my food, and one for my drink," She smiled wickedly at Jiemba. "You see he was sick," She pointed at the man. "So, they sent in one of the doctors. He hadn't been there long, and I was very good and quiet so when he came into feed me, foolishly alone," She lifted her hands apart. "I walked over to look at my food, and I gave him something to look at. "She giggled. "And when he took a peek, I smashed the two books on either side of his head." She made a boom sound. "he was so very, very, dead, and now," She sighed. "So, they know that steel won't do." The Patient was twenty feet away from him, the full diameter of the room.
She looked at the new orderly. "Well, we know glass, china, and ceramic vessels are off the list. Paper won't do, metal won't do." She sighed, then smiled.
"However, I've been very good for a while because for the last year they have only served me on waxed paper." She shot fluttering eyelashes at Jiemba. "So now, young orderly, because I'm being good, they are letting me have dishes again. So, what are we trying now Jiemba?"
"Ironwood, and you going to have to slide these bowls through that new slot in the door when you're done. Only way you will get any new food served."
"Oh, how lovely," She smiled and threw a look of humorous cynicism.
"Speaking of which," Jiemba looked for her last meal containers. The giant of a man saw that saw that the debris of her last meal sat crumpled up in the middle of the room, when it was supposed to be at the bottom of the ramp.
"Now Countess, you had better not be aiming to have create any mischief today. Why is your paper all the way out there? You know if you cause trouble, they going to put you in the coat again, or worse. They going to throw you meat out the door hole, where you can eat it like a dog. You'll have to get water from the shower hole as well. Now I'm going to ask you that you turn and face the wall and kneel."
Dystopia looked down sadly. "It was just a mistake. I forgot because my guest is coming." Dystopia obeyed and did as told. Jiemba didn't run, but he moved with haste, retrieving the waste papers and scraps.
"Now whose coming to see you?" Jiemba laughed.
"My Solicitor. He's coming to see me." She turned her head away from the wall, looking at the two men. "So, I have to be very, very good now." She looked at Gibbons and blew him a kiss. "You sleep well of me," She pulled down her you to partially reveal her right breast. "Dream of me."
Alexander Gibbons had fled the slavery of the South, gained his freedom and as a show of gratitude joined the Union and fought in his nation's wars experiencing some of the bloodiest hand to hand fighting a man could see. Now staring at the she-devil before him, was the first time he ever felt true terror.
Much to the staff's surprise Dystopia remained very well behaved returning her bowls at the end of every meal, with the exception that she would occasionally fall asleep at night and wouldn't return the bowls until morning before she broke her fast.
Inspector Delcourt Hanson studied every aspect of lunacy, madness, and deviant behaviour he could find on his trip; much he had read before but the new material, such as the tome he obtained in Egypt, helped bring some new insights. Insanity was not a new human condition, but even problems could arise to upset the present.
After a great many sunrises and sunsets, the Inspector disembarked from the airship. He moved carefully across the small catwalk bridge and then down through the terminal tower. He was briefly inspected by the immigration agent who ascertained that the tourist would not be bringing any more unpredatored animals, the Citizens of Walkabout Island having had their fill of Billbys and rabbits that threatened ecological collapse. As the Inspector cared not for pets, he passed through quickly.
Hanson had not slept at all well, as such he yawned mightily and permitted himself an expresso with his breakfast while he waited for the driver form the Ministry of Law. The meal consisted of eggs, smoky bacon, grilled tomato and mushrooms. Sated, he checked his timepiece and then looked for the governmental vehicle. The wait was not long, and the motorized coach pulled up with flags flying. The driver stepped down from the outer bench and seeing Hanson, he shook his hand and loaded his kit onto the carriage top. As Hanson entered the cab, he saw the Premier sitting inside, black drawn curtain concealing him to the public.
"An Honor sir, Hanson removed his hat as he took his seat. To what do I owe this personal honour?" The governor reached into a valise and handed the paper to him.
"The Solicitor General has reviewed the patient's petition for appeal. By law, the woman is entitled to make such a plea personally to the High Court. If it was to proceed beyond that to the Crown—," The man shook his head. "Regrettably, since the woman was jailed as a child, she is now entitled to make such an appeal. The Solicitor General has ruled stating that since she has had three years of proper behaviour, said appeal must be in open court."
"I am aware," Hanson handed a file back to him in riposte. "I have crafted her requested appeal papers, and you will find them here."
"I'm sure they are all in proper order. That, however, is not my concern. A great many Amicus briefs – friends of the Court actions as it were, have been filed demanding Dystopia's freedom." The Premier lit a cigar and then blew the match out. "Clearly, they do not know the Countess as we do." He smiled dourly. "What I need from you is to document that the woman remains a public menace. Her medical records are of course a matter of privacy, but as you are both her solicitor and her psychologist, I would ask you to provide me with the information I need to keep her locked up." "As an Agent of the court—," The Premier held his hand up. "I know, I know. But you are also a human being and are fully aware that this woman is dangerous. If you can do this favour to the Colony, a great many members of parliament and I will petition the King to invest you Knight Commander of the Victorian order."
A knighthood? Hanson blinked, and then took a deep breath. "I can make no promises. But rest assured if there is the slightest chance of her being a threat to herself or the public, I will inform you in writing."
The Politician nodded, and then pulled a bell chain which prompted the driver to take them to their next destination, which was the Premier's residence, where he would disembark. The driver would continue with his task of delivering the Inspector to his destination at Gladesville.
The campus was pleasant, as asylums go that is. Hanson had not been here since she had transferred out of Bryton. It seemed that several monarchs means of pruning weeds was not to burn them off but to transplant them elsewhere. Hanson had no real opinion on that, but if pressed would have to concede that it was not the most civilized of means of dealing with one's troubles.
Hanson took a deep breath and entered the main desk and showed them his credentials only to detect a look of awe, if not pity from the secretary.
"This way sir," She motioned and led him in stone silence to a section of the campus labelled the Black Ward. Hanson held his valise before him unwittingly like a small bulwark, against a relentless tide. The woman rang a bell, at which point a huge brown man met him. The man's name pin identified him as Alexander. Hanson handed him his card.
"You the Lawyer?" The man's accent marked him as an American. The orderly motioned him to follow.
"Yes, I am Ms Hardwicke's legal counsel. I trust that preparations have been made for our meeting?" The passed through a rather lengthy corridor, to the end where a locked door resided.
"Yes, Sir", Hanson observed that his hand was trembling as he unlatched the door. He dropped the key once; the orderly's palms sweated severely. Gibbons realized that the guest had noticed this and flushed in shame. "I'm just a bit nervous, sir. I lost the wager, and well I have to escort you to her." The outer door opened. Gibbons moved to the sidewall and began to hand crank a winch which lifted a solid slab of metal; far from just being a door, it was a ten-centimetre thick barrier. Inside was a busy observation deck, were two nurses, a burly Indigenous man armed with a Billy club. Beyond the medical team, Hanson saw the third and final door that separated civilization from a demon of but ten and eight years. Walking over and looking out the window he saw that she was sitting at a table wearing manacles, manacles which despite the Lady Dystopias protestations, Hanson had said must remain affixed. He shook in his shoes slightly; and was embarrassed, because he was an officer of His majesties court and should possess more composure than the orderly.
"No call to be embarrassed. We all afraid of her. Only old Scratch ain't afraid of her."
He watched as the nurse picked up from the floor, adjacent to a whole in the door his client's half-eaten sandwich on a wooden plate. They inspected the dish and noticed that it was slightly damaged. The head nurse shook her head, sighing.
"So even Ironwood won't do." The second nurse checked a clipboard.
"Look into Galalith," said their new guest. "It's similar to wood but synthetic." The nurses turned to him and stared. The guest clutched his valise and drummed his fingers. "May I speak to the lass now?" He wanted this matter over and done.
The nurses look at Gibbons, who nodded.
Sir, I'm going to explain some things. So, you listen up, ok?"
"Outside the door, there is a button. You push that and bang on the door. The light in the hallway will tell us to come get you. It will take at least a minute to get back through the doors."
"What do you mean come back?" Hanson shook his head.
"We have to be outside the observation deck when she has a direct guest; the law says sir", Gibbons answered. Hanson took a deep breath.
"Is there at least a speaker so I can call you if needs be?"
The head nurse interrupted, shaking her head. "We…we took it out, Milord."
"Whatever for?" Hanson seemed shocked.
"She…she would talk to us." The nurse positively shuddered. "She would say things…evil things. One of the nurses— she went mad." Her eyes begun to tear from sheer dread.
"Ten minutes," The tall man said, changing the subject. With that, Hanson frowned and reaching into his coat produced a wax-sealed letter then handing it to the man whose nametag said Jiemba.
"The Premier says otherwise. I may remain as long as I like."
The older man shook his head. "I don't think you understand. Ten minutes is all we'll think you'll last in there." With that, the nurses curtsied and fled.
Not left, but fled, Hanson, observed. Jiemba shrugged apologetically.
Gibbons looked at Jiemba, who nodded. "I'm going to unlock the door, and when lock it after your in. After that, we will retire to the other side of the liftgate. We will look for your light, sir."
The Inspector shook his head nervously.
Jiemba unlocked the door, Hanson took a deep breath and stepped inside.
"I'll say a prayer", Gibbons whispered. He stepped in, and the door cell door closed behind him with the sounds of locking gears.
"Hello Inspector," Dystopia rose with a broad pale smile.
That was when he realized that all of his preparations were useless. Nothing anyone said or believed was adequate to handle the madness in that smile or her outstretched right hand.
Fifteen and one-half minutes later, the hall light flickered.
"Lasted Longer than I thought," Jiemba spoke as he unsealed the door. Gibbons and the nurses entered, with Jiemba coming last.
Gibbons and his supervisor went to the door, unlocking it when a high shrill wail came from one of the nurses, who was looking in through the thick glass deck window.
"Oh my god…" Then the woman swooned, collapsing onto the hard floor.
Jiemba shoved the door open and ran down the ramp. Gibbons stepped inside and his eyes wide, he turned and vomited.
"Oh Countess, no," Jiemba fell to his knees and hung his head.
Dystopia sat at the table, bathed in blood. On the ground lay the mutilated body of the visitor. The form was human in shape, but only barely. Above him, it appeared that the countess singing sweetly to herself was pouring blood from a teakettle into a cup of some measure. Looking up, she smiled at Jiemba.
"I think bone will do nicely."


So what arenas of technology are going to make the most impact on the world over the next three years?
That's a question the 2014 KPMG Global Technology Innovation survey posed to some 768 technology business leaders, and according to the results, three of the top five disruptive technologies which should "change the way we work and live" are the Internet of Things, 3D printing, and biotech/healthcare.
These three were selected by more than twice as many respondents compared to last year's survey. Other important factors highlighted were the cloud and mobile (though that's old news now, really), and the rise of big data and analytics, along with artificial intelligence. All these streams of technology are expected to have a considerable impact on the world and businesses.
What do the mostly C-level execs, as in Chief of this or that, surveyed believe will be the biggest money spinner? Unsurprisingly, that's the Internet of Things, which 20 per cent said would help to drive revenue via "intelligent shopping" (tying up smart fridges with supermarket discounts on products a customer buys regularly, and so forth). 14 per cent cited home automation as a revenue driver through to 2017, as the smart home starts to take off.
Virtual currencies like Bitcoin are also likely to make a big impact, although how much of one depends on the region surveyed. A huge 70 per cent of respondents in China felt cryptocurrencies will disrupt the traditional banking world, compared to 32 per cent in Europe, and just 15 per cent in the US.
The survey also asked about what factors would likely stifle tech innovation in the near future, with the most returned answer being restrictive regulations (34 per cent). 29 per cent of respondents felt simple consumer fatigue with tech gadgets would prove detrimental.
Tudor Aw, KPMG's UK Head of Technology, commented: "Everything from the home computer to the smartphone has shown that consumers are willing to embrace new technologies. After all, 15 years ago, no one would have thought that people would be as comfortable shopping on the move or banking over the air, as they are today."
"The businesses that are quick to realise that we are only at the start of a technological innovation revolution will be those that uncover the next 'big thing' – and they will be the ones standing it in what is becoming an increasingly crowded marketplace."


I think if I could manage a chapter a sitting, that might work. I find if I stop in the middle of a chapter–or worse, a scene, that I have the hardest time coming back to it. At least if it's the end of a scene, things aren't so bad.
Even though I tried to outline The Motley Star and have continued to go back to that outline, adjusting and reworking it as I go, I'm not sure I'm yet thinking as a novelist should. Should there be more subplots? More side quests? I'm a short story writer by nature, I think. I have a point I want to make. I make it. The end.
But with something like The Red Box and even more so, The Motley Star, I have to let myself meander a bit more. I have to learn how to allow there to be more than one thing going on. Is it my obsession with sticking to one character's POV that makes this extra troublesome? I don't know. I can't say.
Right now I would say the bulk of The Motley Star's plot is an adventure story, in space. The subplot I'm trying to tell, but I'm not sure whether I'm doing it well, is Lin's personal struggle with her demons–the diaspora of growing up human in an alien dominated space; the years she's been out of service, basically in self-exile; the loss of faith in her command skills. There's also the vague romantic subplot which I haven't decided how prominent a role to give. It's possible that subplot just won't really ever become realized. I don't know. It's important only that it affects the tension between two characters who get along very well, and are otherwise quite trusting and open with each other. In a weird way, it's even a love triangle, though to explain that would probably require spoilery details.
There's also the conspiracy subplot, but that ties directly into the adventure subplot, so I don't know if that really counts.
Unrelated, have any of you ever done a blog tour? What's involved? I saw someone looking for "venues" for their blog tour, but I had no idea what that really meant, so I didn't reply. But it would be nice to make some new connections and meet new people.