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Digital Library of Lao Manuscripts
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DREAMSEA is s a program to preserve Southeast Asian manuscripts and their contents and aims to disclose the immense cultural treasures to the world. The main method used by DREAMSEA is to gather as much information as possible from Southeast Asian societies about the existence of manuscripts. After proper assessment and checking, a DREAMSEA team will digitise the manuscripts to save the literary heritage and safeguard cultural diversity without having to pay high financial costs. The digitised manuscripts will then be made fully and openly accessible online.
There are more than 2.000 manuscripts from Indonesia, Thailand, and Laos. You can trace every missions on the interactive map. Zoom in and out to point the locations, and click the marker to see the detailed informations. The identified manuscripts covered up to 27 languages, 18 scripts and various subject matters which contain very rich cultural diversity.
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Southeast Asia Visions Collection
Southeast Asia Visions is a collection of European travel accounts of pre-modern Southeast Asia from Cornell University Library's John M. Echols Collection. The site provides online access to more than 350 books written in English and French.
Virtual Angkor, Cambodia
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Fundraiser to feature comedy without a set or a net
By MADELINE REIDA
Sunflower Theatre will put on a performance with no costumes, props, scenery, or true stage Jan. 23 at St. Paul's Lutheran Church.
Instead, the performance will rely entirely on a group of four performers and the audience.
"The audience makes or breaks it," Sunflower Theatre board member and performer Becky Yoder said. "You can do the exact same skit with different audiences, and one audience will be belly laughing the whole time, another group would just be staring at us."
Reader's theater, also known as "theatre of the mind" or interpreter's theater, is a performance that involves reading a dramatic or comedic script without any sets or props.
"You can get any genre, but I thought that if we're going to perform, I want people to laugh," Yoder said.
Yoder has been with a reader's theater group since 2014 and recently helped form Peabody Players, a reader's theater group that includes Sheryl Simmonds, Stephanie Ax, and Faie Frederickson.
"We had our first rehearsal Sunday," Yoder said. "It went great; we've got good chemistry there."
They will perform two short comedic skits at the church while the actual Sunflower Theater remains under construction. Donations will be accepted for the theater's renovation.
A coffee house — or "kaffeehaus" — also will be open before and after the performance.
"We Lutherans, we go back to Germany, with Martin Luther and all that," Yoder said. "So we spelled it how you spell it in German."
St. Paul's Kaffeehaus will serve tea, Legacy Farm coffee, and homemade scones, muffins, and other pastries. Local musicians and songwriters will perform live music from 2 p.m. until the start of the reader's theater at 3 p.m.
"Hopefully, if we get a good turnout, then we'll have the kaffeehaus open on Sundays," Yoder said.


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The Penitent
The incense had filled the sanctuary with its distinct fragrance. Silence filling the massive space with a contemplative air, murky with a film of spirit. Father Rasper walked into his confessional and sat down with some effort. The final descent being both arduous and relieving. Ninety-two years upon this earth had taken its toll on him. However, numerous congregants would contend that it hadn't. His ocean eyes never dimmed, his hands never shook, and most shockingly, his speech rarely lost its direction on its way out. Only the silver hair that never truly sat as it should had given any semblance of age.
Last year, on his birthday, he'd gotten into a conversation with a man in his fifties who had recently begun attending services. After losing his wife to breast cancer, he'd been drawn back into the comforting rituals of his childhood. As they were speaking, this man's attention had been distracted by a teenage couple sitting at one of the tables. They were sitting next to each other, eating, drinking. But they were both separately on their phones, thumbs flicking their illuminated screens.
"So different from when you and I were in school, right Father?" A nod of the head directing Rasper's eyes where to look.
"Ah, yes. Very much so."
"When did you graduate high school? Eighty-two or…?"
At this, a hearty, lively laugh broke out from the priest. His hand came up and rested on the man's shoulder. A paternal squeeze. "In eighty-two, I was fifty-four. Much closer to your age now, I suppose." His bright eyes echoing the chuckling humor emanating from this amiable man. Now, he sat in the confessional, awaiting a penitent. No one, in particular, just whoever may feel so inclined. He sat in prayer, and after going through the rosary, he just listened. He listened to the cathedral, hearing the echoes of all the congregants that he could remember chattering in the pews during his long tenure.
He'd started in a different church after his ordination, but it wasn't long before he was transferred to this cathedral. He connected with this one. With the people, and even with the very building itself. It had become more than a home to him. It was his comfort and his challenge. More like a marriage at this point, as he and the church seemed to age together, to grow older together. Frustrations, joys, meditations, all of it had taken place here for him. He'd been a young man when he came to the cathedral in 1950.
Knowing that he was called to the ministry, he'd devoted his time to it and to learning and loving its mysteries and theology since his sophomore year in high school. He thought about this now, as he sat there waiting. He'd started learning Latin at a very young age, reading the Bible in that language at least three times. However, he was sure he'd read it at least once more in Latin.
Arriving as the priest for this beautiful place was his dream come true, and it still was seventy years later. He took a moment to thank God for the blessing of this long age, but not so much the years. He thanked him for his lucidity.
The door to the penitent's confessional unlatched and opened. At this, Father Rasper sat up and lightly cleared his throat. The person rustled for a moment, and then knelt. "Hello, Father. Um, I don't really know what to… Well, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been… uh, I dunno I was a kid the last time I did this." The rustling continued after the young man's tense voice had trailed off.
"That's ok, don't worry. If you're nervous, we can just talk."
Silence on the other side as the young man's knees shifted on the kneeler. Father Rasper gave him some time. He'd known not to push, not to extract. The young man had come of his own volition, and clearly had something to talk about. He sat patiently, indeed a virtue, especially for a priest.
"Son, whenever you are ready I will be here. But I will not pressure you to do or say anything. I am here to minister to you." A familiar smile fell cozily into the priest's face, having done so often.
"I just… can you be forgiven for a sin you haven't committed yet?" "Well, you can be forgiven for a fallen intention, and that's fine to confess." The young man gulped, and Father Rasper imagined he nodded his head in a furtive fashion. The silence grew again, and the palpable tension seeped into Rasper's side of the confessional.
"I'm going to kill myself."
Father Rasper shut his eyes as the flutter finished its journey from his heart to his feet. "And – and I know I'll go to hell, but… I don't know. I wanna say sorry and…" The priest said nothing. The words cut him. He thought back to the girl. She hadn't been as direct, but she'd asked the youthful priest if suicide was a sin. Of course, he'd said yes it is. She then probed further, asking what happened to someone who killed themself? At the time, he told her that any soul that hasn't asked forgiveness for a mortal sin had only one place left to reside. Now, just the memory of this encounter pulled tears from his eyes, and the smile of joy and piety slipped away.
"My son… this is not a decision to make lightly. May we talk about this?" Father Rasper's voice had lost its light musicality. He extended a hand to the wall of his confessional to brace himself. A few tears fell from his eye.
"Father, I…" he sighed. "I don't know, I just…" He trailed off again. Rasper fought off the vivid reminiscence that threatened to pull him back half a century. She'd asked the questions of him when she was a little girl, but only a few years later, all her blood soaked into her mattress, her carpet. The image had always remained clearer than most memories for him. Her body lying so lifeless. Truly devoid, confirming that there was no longer a soul for him to save. For him to minister to.
"I know, it's not easy to talk about it, and I am so happy you chose to come here first. You don't have to tell me a story, just tell me. Tell me whatever it is that you need to." Rasper said. The young man took a deep breath and seemingly never let it out. While he waited, Rasper tried to gather himself. His thoughts and memories were mingling and becoming indistinguishable. He focused on the young man, really a boy in comparison, that was in need right now. That helped a little.
"There's just nothing, Father. I don't know how to say it better, but there's nothing. I try to do more, I've come to church more, I work more, I go places… but, it's just… nothing. I don't feel anything. I can't say anything, and I just… I don't know." He cried now, his head falling to the bottom of the mesh between them.
Rasper didn't say anything.
The young man, slowly lifted his head, not able to fully raise it. The sobs hadn't ended yet, but he spoke through them. "My-my… um." He inhaled strength. "My son got sick. Like lots of us did. Um, well, he got sick…" He trailed off, silent. Rasper knew that silence. The worst silence. When your tears and sobs and heaves have all fallen away.
"I'm here, son, I'm listening."
The man punched the wall. Dust plumed through the mesh into Rasper's side of the confessional. Father Rasper didn't jump, he remained present. The man punched the confessional again. Again.
Now the sobs became stifled screams. Rasper could feel the man's screams and sobs in his own throat. A vacuous loss, an emptiness deeper than loss. More like something was erased. It never was, yet a faint memory, a fantasy of what never was lingered.
The young man collapsed again against the adjoining wall. Now, Rasper looked at him through the mesh. His hand moved on its own to rest where the tufts of hair spilled through. "I'm sorry." The man said.
"No, no, there's no need to apologize. I'm here." Rasper let that hang in the air for a little while, remembering his promise not to push. The tears in his own eyes pooled to the point of overflow. He didn't hold them back.
"My son got sick, I took him in. And… well, you know. I mean I don't know what else I could've done. I guess I should've called you, I should've… goddammit I don't know what the fuck I should've done!" There was more than emotion, there was more than emphasis in his words. They weren't thoughtless.
Rasper nodded to himself, clamping his eyes shut in the pain of this moment, of his own moment. His own pain.
"How old was your son?"
"God, he was 16 months, Father…."
"I'm so sorry…."
His sobs had become childlike. "It hurts. It hurts, Father, it hurts!" Father Rasper cried audibly. He got up and opened the confessional door. He opened the young man's door and looked at him. He hadn't looked up at the priest yet, he knelt there, heaving sobs. Rasper knelt down in the doorway, through the piercing hot pain in his knees. He laid his hands upon the young man, and prayed. Quiet, mumbled prayers that the young man could not understand if he had heard them at all.
He moved the young man out of the confessional. His dark hair was splayed in every direction, his cheeks a pink so deep that it may have been crimson. The man followed like a cripple walking for the first time in decades. Father Rasper led them to statue of Mary, the pieta. She was holding her dead son upon her lap, lifeless limbs draped over his mother's lap. The young man collapsed as soon as they'd gotten to it. They knelt there together, without words passing between them. Father Rasper gazed into Mary's distraught eyes. There was a hint of hopelessness in them, even from her.
The young man was kneeling down with his head to the tile, Rasper held him. Mary's face changed in Rasper's mind. Her wise, old and knowing face, the one that cherished everything in her heart, slowly became a young girl. A teenager. And in her arms was yet another teenage girl. He'd been thinking of her again. Feeling her presence again. That first conversation about suicide hadn't been their last.
She'd returned to him some years later for confession. She'd told him about some minor sins that wouldn't worry anyone really, a little lie here, an impure thought there. That faded into a deeper conversation rather quickly, however. She'd mentioned to him that she was having a lot of trouble with believing in God. That a God who'd allow someone that lived a good life, and then makes a mistake in desperation that only hurts one person; that God would condemn that person to the worst fate. To life in torment. Whether or not the Devil himself existed, or even hell; that He would, that He could cut someone off forever.
He had been rather put off at her assumptions of God, and was quick to chastise her for doing so. And it wasn't long after that when he'd gotten –
"Father…" The young man said.
His gaze with the girl broke. He looked at the man, tears blurring his vision to nearly nothing. He did not respond, but the look signaled enough to the young man. "Where do you think my son is? I hadn't baptized him yet, and…" The priest looked him straight in the eyes. Rote explanations and expositions came flooding to the forefront of his mind in rapid succession, but none of them felt right. None of them resonated with what he'd read, whether it be Latin, Greek, or English. Nothing resonated with what he'd learned about that man that knelt and wrote in the sand. The man who placed a whore at the head of all his disciples.
He hugged the young man.
"I've been around for a long time. I've seen this many times. But I've not always felt this, this," he pressed his finger to the man's heart, "this pain. This anguish, it's not easy, son. It's not easy because it isn't just one thing you're feeling, thinking. It's more than that, it's mourning, it's anger, you know? It's a faith at work, a faith being tried, and it's humanity. But it's also a demon tormenting you. Guilt."
The young man gazed at him, his features expressionless but his eyes told the story. And Rasper saw that immediately.
"There is no guilt to be laid upon your conscious. Hear me, on that. No guilt to be laid upon you. You may mourn, and you can stay angry for a while, that's ok. But don't harbor that guilt, son. You did not do anything to warrant God's displeasure, and your son – he is in heaven. He's with them." Rasper pointed.
The young man looked back at Mary and the dead man. The mother holding a lifeless child. His heaving had ended, but the tears still streamed down his face. He looked back at the priest, who's aged face was contorted with pain.
"Guilt is for when you sin," Father Rasper said. "It's for when you've led others astray, and caused pain and anguish to others, no matter the intention. Guilt is for when you've let your pride and selfishness blind you to what might be more important at the moment. Guilt is God's blessing to us, to let us know when we've gone off the path, this pang in the conscious will prick us and turn us back."
The tears had stopped for the young man. The two of them alone in the church, on the floor in humility. The young man inhaled and let it out slowly. His ribs hurt, and his back, too. As if he hadn't sat up straight in years. He looked into Rasper's eyes, seeing such depth there. Not just the depth that comes naturally to all those who live long enough to know a little bit about some things… this wasn't that.
The young man hugged the priest.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Father Rasper nodded, and they remained there for a little while. The priest's tears moistened the man's shoulder. Rasper blessed him, and they sat in the sanctuary for hours walking through the rest of what was on that young man's heart. How much this had been difficult for his marriage, as well. And for now, the tears had dried out.
Father Rasper walked him out the front doors and down the palatial steps, even to his car. Before getting into his car, the young man thanked Father Rasper again, and shook his hand with a certainty. Father Rasper looked into his eyes, seeing that the pain was still there, but there wasn't the same hopelessness. There was a kernel of something more there, and that was all that was needed.
Rasper had stayed in the church late into the night. He sat in the pews, he prayed at the foot of the altar, and he paced the sanctuary. He watched the stained glass as it grew darker, dimming the biblical scenes. He thought back to her.
He sat in the confessional again, in the penitent's side this time, and knelt down. He couldn't say anything, but images displayed themselves. Moving across his vision, and slowly seeping into his ears. He saw her, he felt her. Abigail.
He could hear her light, bouncing voice. Could see her blonde hair tightly bound up, neatly sitting on her head in a teal hair tie. Her bright blue eyes, more beautiful and profound than his own, looking into his. Piercing him, perplexed at his words.
He'd felt guilt over her. The shepherd had removed the hope, and left her bereft. The one for whom he ought to have left the rest to seek out and help, instead he'd expounded theology extracted by intellectuals out of ancient texts. A single set of lines, interpreted by many people long since dead, had dictated a truth incongruent with the example Rasper had seen and felt firsthand when he looked upon Christ. It was this that Rasper had chosen to rely upon, and this ripped whatever that last shred of something more was that Abigail still clung to. He saw her lifeless body again. The teal hair tie soaked to an oxblood red. The eyes dimmed beyond their color would have permitted in life. Her wrists… God… Her wrists…
The hatred and hopelessness clearly had weighed her down. She hadn't just cut one way, she'd made the sign of the cross. Etched into her very flesh.
He looked up through the mesh, Abigail's profound eyes shone in the darkness. He held her gaze.
"I'm sorry, Abby." he said.
She didn't respond.
"Forgive me, for I have sinned. I sinned against you." He nodded honestly. Tears filled her summer blue eyes, and her thin pink lips quivered. He lowered his head, the sight of her tears ripped tears of his own from his eyes. "I'm not God, and I don't pronounce those judgments." He sniffled, and wiped at his eyes, wetting the cuff of his black sleeve. "I'm supposed to guide, to lead. To be a father. And I wasn't," he looked right into her eyes again, "and I stole your hope, I took your life." A spasm ran through her body as she broke into sobs. Her voice echoed throughout the entire church, bouncing off the walls, the floor, back into the confessional. The church itself wept with her, Mary wept with her, and all the saints. The empty pews joined in, and Father Rasper, too. He didn't take his eyes off her, as she slumped down in her seat, weeping. His mind shot back to seeing her lie there on her bed, soulless. Her eyes were open, her face emotionless. There was nothing. That nothingness is what had remained with him for his entire life. Seeing her face contorted with emotion and sorrow now, that comforted him. He allowed himself to feel it, to connect with it.
"Abigail, I hope that your soul has found the rest that it deserves. You did not sin, I had. I bless you, Abby, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." Tears broke his voice again, his cadence disrupted by the pain in his throat. The heavy sharp pain. He didn't want to say what was next, yet he wanted nothing more than to say it. To help her. To atone. "Go in peace, Abigail."
He shut his eyes, and cupped his face in deep sighing sobs. Breathing in, he sat up straight and exhaled deeply. He stared into the empty confessional. An involuntary smile accompanied a warmth that spread across his face, and then his whole body.
He shut the church doors, and locked them. Descending the ornate steps, all the lights on the street shut off as the sun had begun to return. The blues and grays dancing together as the orange rays began to scatter them away.
Once he'd gotten home, he took his shoes off, removed his collar and collapsed on his bed. He thought of Abigail again, her sharp smile joyful again.
He rested.
Dylan Webster lives and writes in Phoenix, Arizona. Previously published in The Dillydoun Review and Quillkeepers Press.


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Meet our New Associate Director of Youth Ministries, Matt Britt!
By Kat BairApril 30, 2018Youth Ministries
Well, this announcement has been a long time coming, but I am so excited to introduce you to the newest member of the FUMC Fort Worth Youth Ministries family, Matt Britt! Starting tomorrow, May 1, Matt will begin his role as Associate Director of Youth Ministries.
Matt, and his wife, Alex, moved to the DFW area around 6 months ago from South Dakota where they are both from. Matt grew up highly involved in the Methodist church as a student leader in the Dakotas annual conference and studied Christian Leadership at Dakota Wesleyan University. He has a background in leading worship and church planting, as well as, of course, youth and student ministries.
Personally, Matt's interests include guitar, classic video games, hockey, basketball, hiking and camping, and Star Wars (come check out the Millennium Falcon and Storm Trooper helmet in his office . . .).
You may have seen Matt and Alex at The Gathering over the past several months, where they have quickly found a worshipping community that feels like home. We are delighted to have them both as part of the First Church community and are so excited for Matt to begin his ministry here.
We encourage all of you to come meet him this weekend! He'll be introducing himself at Sunday school and will be joining us for Youth Banquet. Come give him a Texas-sized welcome and join with me in celebrating the beginning of a new chapter for us and for Matt!
Kat Bair
Director of Youth Ministries
See You at Church: May 6, 2018


George Beecham was the son of Stephen George Beecham and Harriet Looker. Stephen, known as George, and Harriet were married in 1894, and George Jr was born the following year. A brother and sister followed. In 1897 at just twenty-one, Harriet died at Condah. The children went to live with Harriet's sister Lottie and her husband Fred Franks. The Franks lived at Ballarat Road, Hamilton.
On 20 March 1916, George enlisted at Hamilton. He'd worked as a lorry driver had also served with the Senior Cadets at Hamilton for two years. George had previously tried to enlist but was rejected on account of a skin condition. He went to camp with the newly formed 39th Battalion at Ballarat, before leaving for England on 27 May 1916.
George arrived at Devonport, England on 18 July 1916 with the 39th Battalion. He left Larkhill, England at noon for France on 23 November 1916 reaching Le Havre at 1.30am the following morning. They made their way to Merris over the next three days where they were billeted for two days. Their introduction to France was a very cold winter.
The first major battle for the 39th Battalion was not until the Battle of Messines in Belgium on 7 to 9 June 1917. George was killed on the first day on 7 June 1917 at Ploegsteert Wood (below) only thirteen months after leaving Australia and six months in France.
News of George's death reached home and Lottie Franks placed a death notice for her nephew in the Hamilton Spectator.
"KILLED IN ACTION." Hamilton Spectator (Vic. : 1870 – 1873; 1914 – 1918) 3 Aug 1917: 2. <http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article119854571>.
Attempts were made by Base Records to contact George's father. George's brother John advised them Lottie Franks had been like a mother to George Jr, however, Base Records wanted to find the nearest blood relative. In 1920, Lottie, then living at Gawler Street, Portland wrote to Base Records after a further enquiry from them. She advised them George Sr had been ill and advised to move north after which she lost track of him. She knew he'd been around Mildura during the fruit picking seasons but he didn't keep in contact with his children.
In 1922, a contact address was found for George Sr, c/o Newton Bros. Mildura. Finally, in 1922, George Sr wrote to Base Records and advised he was living at Watchem. The following year on 31 August, John Beecham wrote to Base Records to tell them his father was killed in an accident at Watchem. He advised that he would like all his brother's mementoes to go to Lottie Franks.


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Emergency personnel are on the scene of a multiple vehicle accident on Highway 97 near 10th Avenue. (Jodi Brak/Salmon Arm Observer)
UPDATE: Crash at Highway 97B near Salmon Arm sends occupants to hospital
At least three vehicles involved at accident near 10 Avenue
Parker Crook
Aug. 31, 2018 12:00 p.m.
UPDATE: 2 p.m.
A multiple vehicle accident that closed down Highway 97B at 10th Avenue intermittently Friday afternoon landed more than one person in the hospital.
"There were at least three vehicles involved and some occupants were taken to hospital," said Salmon Arm Fire Department fire chief Brad Shirley, noting that he is uncertain of the number of people sent to hospital or the extent of their injuries.
As a result of the crash, fluids were leaked onto the highway and fire officials disconnected vehicle batteries to avoid complications, Shirley said.
Crews responded to the accident at about 12 p.m.
The cause of the accident is not yet known.
A multiple vehicle accident has closed Highway 97B at 10th Avenue.
Fire officials said that everyone was out of the vehicles upon their arrival. There is currently no information regarding any resulting injuries.
At least three vehicles are involved.
Crews are on scene to clear the accident and open the highway.
Related: Crash closes Trans Canada west of Chase, several taken to hospital
Related: Crashes reach 'all-time high' across B.C.: ICBC
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As Monday Magazine starts its new wine column, let's commence at the always-popular California aisle with a 2014 Cabernet Sauvignon named Woodwork. Aged on American oak, here's a full-bodied Cabernet boasting intense berry fruit combined with hints of a chocolate-cherry liqueur that somehow outlasted the Christmas season. Tannic and lively and with a lick of sweetness, this would pair well with lamb or pepper steak. At just under $17, it offers serious competition for those overly forceful California red blends like Apothic.
Moving north a few thousand kilometers brings us to BC's See Ya Later Ranch, a popular Okanagan winery that's been run by dog lovers for many years. Some of their labels sport canine names and their 2013 Rover bottling merits "best in show" for blending Shiraz with a spritz of Viognier to sparkle up the aromas and flavours. A touch of oak frames luscious notes of dried cherry and dark fruits. This is an attractive drinking-now wine that merits its $26 price tag.
Over in Europe, we'll begin in Sicily with the 2013 Cusumano, a Nero d'Avola that was awarded 90 points by renowned American wine critic James Suckling. This aromatic, medium-bodied red has attractive notes of plum, black cherry, and spice. Nero d'Avola is a pleasingly rustic varietal whose star is on the rise; it will appeal to wine drinkers who like to travel outside the norm. Definitely worth the $19.


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An Auctioneer's Lot
by Damien Matthews
Entries Posted Weekly on Fridays
To Reach the Sandy Shore
Parts I & II An Evening To Remember
The Ginger Man Turns Home
Tradition dictates that when someone you know dies a few words are shuffled about by way of condolence or appreciation. I'd like to shuffle my few here to mark the recent passing of JP Donleavy.
To me Mr. Donleavy was always that, Mr. Donleavy. Never did I know him as Mike or JP. Not that I wouldn't have taken the liberty of assuming friendship, it's just that he had my greater deference as a true creative. Although Ireland is a county littered with artists it has few masters. He was one of that few. Originally New York born, for whatever reason (and he always half-jokingly said it was for the tax laws) he decided to make our country him home. If you think about it, what better place to get the the headspace to write than the wilds of Ireland behind the falling walls of your own estate. Which is exactly what he did, once the money started rolling in.
Oddly, given this vantage point, his novels and short stories were mostly urban affairs, their protagonists sophisticated urbanites. In ways, and this was no surprise either, Mr. Donleavy was always in his own head – it wouldn't matter where he was. This is meant as a compliment. His mastery of the written word, and his imagination, was supreme. Unmatched in his class. He required no external influences to oil his own talent. One curious afternoon I looked at all the spines of all the books resting on the extensive bookshelves of his writing room. Just to see what he may have read, what authors might have been an influence. What did I find? Every single volume – and there were hundreds, if not over a thousand – was by him! The various editions of his works published world-wide in the many languages of six continents. Not one book by another author. This entirely self-contained self-referencing spoke of the absolute assuredness of his own talent. Of course, on the downside as regards conversation, if he wasn't talking about himself, or you weren't talking about him, he wasn't listening. Ordinarily one wouldn't put up with such station for too long but his stories were always worth the listening. They were enriching, and a pleasure. He really could tell a story.
It was about fifteen years ago that I first met him, even then he was in the later part of his life. The meeting was arranged by an old art world acquaintance, also now dead, who had known and worked with Mr. Donleavy years before. Of course we had to go to see him, he rarely left his estate. The world Always came to Mr. Donleavy. Living in London at the time, and with lack of adequate banking facilities, it was required that we drive all the way over in my battered and heater-less gun metal grey 1960s Mercedes. What I didn't know before setting out was that my acquaintance was an un-self recognised alcoholic. It was his reasoning that if he drank only in public bars then he wasn't an alcoholic, rather just a man in great social need. He also had this other thing, he would drink only from half-pint glasses. He found pint glasses inelegant, so inelegant that he could hardly bear to look at them, let alone hold one. An aesthestite I suppose we could call him. The trip took three days. Interestingly he's one of the few men I know of, in fact the only man I know of, who was killed running behind a bus.
Anyhow, eventually, we enter Mr. Donleavy's drawing room to great welcome, my co-pilot was indeed a friend from older days. My first sight of him? On one arm of his armchair sat a Japanese girl. And on the other, another Japanese girl! Two Japanese girls in Westmeath straight off the plane. They had just read The Ginger Man and decided on the instant to make the pilgrimage from Tokyo to Levington, turning up unannounced at his locked front gates. Having read the book in Japanese they had not a word of English, mostly they just fawned and giggled for the evening. Not an unpleasant distraction on a wet mid-winter's night as the rain hit the other side of the panes. The world as I said came to him – he had the draw, he had the 'it'.
Soon after this internationalist start we did some work together in London, Dublin and New York, with me working as a wildly unsuccessful art dealer and gallerist. Of all the artists I worked with, three or four always got well reviewed, both in England and Ireland. Mr. Donleavy however was the only one who got internationally reviewed. Always. He was a talented painter – and I don't mean talented in a 'and he did this as well' way. It was recognised that he up there with the greats, but chose a different path. He did say to me once that he chose to pursue the art of writing as he found paintings once completed, too silent, too mute in their message. Once he'd decided on writing full-time, it was mostly only in the evenings that he'd take his pen for a walk, for distraction, just to give his mind a rest. Had he chosen instead to give himself to paint, I can assure you there would have been many, many more museum shows in his lifetime.
Later, when things came a cropper for me, in both my personal and business life (entire misuse of the word business, over-compliments a more than dismal performance as an art dealer) I moved back to Ireland. For about five years, before I managed to get busy again, I'd regularly visit Mr. Donleavy, more or less on a weekly basis. These visits, when I look back on them now, are privileged memories. We never spoke of writing, or art. Rather it was of life; women and love, and not love, cattle, trees, stone walls, boxing, New York – whatever happened to drift along into the conversation. The fun was just bouncing that conversation off him. He never refused my visits, even though I'm sure my company was as dull to him as his was fascinating for me. Looking back, it was very kind of him to put up with me. What I also discovered was that he was an incredibly sensitive and perceptive man, a true artist naturally born with the tools of artistic expression. Nothing had to be taught to Mr. Donleavy. In an odd way he was wise while at the same naïve. In speech his words were always measured, while in act he was always beautifully mannered. Now that our conversations can never happen again they'll be missed the greater. To misquote Dickens, from the worst of times came the best of times.
I'd like to also take this opportunity to tell a true story, to a word, which captures Mr. Donleavy's perfect wit.
During these years, while drinking at the bar of a certain Dublin member's club and running low, I was approached at the counter by a young man who knew that I had something to do with Mr. Donleavy. Describing himself as a 'serious writer' – whatever that is – he pushed it upon me that he was working on his opus. Congratulations to him I said, keep it up, that sort of thing. But then he offered to buy me a drink, which sort of changed things. After my carefully seeing that the barman was paid, he then asked me if I would possibly show the finished manuscript to Mr. Donleavy, in hope that he might possibly write a few words of recommendation. Knowing full well that Donleavy would just not be interested (but being the terrible man that I am) I said to the young man, not only would I show it to him but for the price of another drink I'd actually ask that he read it as well. The world soon became a happy place. Drink, drink, and drink on more drink, with not a note out of my own pocket. He was exultant that young man. Always encourage the young is what I say. And that was that. Carefully avoided him for the next two years.
Thought no more about it until when on my way out the side-door of a Dublin public house worst nightmare occurs. A very exhausted looking man, now suffering from alopecia and wearing a dirty black turtleneck jumper (why do they always wear black turtleneck jumpers?) rushes at me while at the same time delving into a plastic shopping bag. Feigning unrecognition my attempt at making getaway was thwarted by his physically blocking the doorway. Nail-bitten fingers produce an unedited manuscript of telephone book thickness. Absolute worst nightmare. He then holds it towards me, reminding me of the money he could ill afford spent feeding me drink that night, his suspicion that I'd been avoiding him since, that a promise is a promise, etc, etc. All that honour stuff. So, with what honour I do actually have (pitifully little as it happens) I put the telephone book into the boot of my car promising the promise. Awful.
The following week casually bring it up in my chat with Mr. Donleavy. According to literary circles in Dublin I say, rumour exists of a possible new Joyce in our midst. We could have, if word is to believed, a young writer of such promise that he might actually change how we all look at the world, etc and so on.
"Really?", he says.
"Yes, and not only that, I was lucky enough to actually meet him and snatch his latest manuscript out of his hand"
"Yes, and not only that, but it's also said that it's going to be a publishing phenomenon. Possibly if you were to have a look at it I could maybe arrange, now it won't be easy, there'll be plenty of other big names, but I could possibly arrange to get a few words of recommendation from you mentioned somewhere"
With great shallowness I went on, "Yes, and by great chance I actually happen to have it in the boot of my car".
Mr. Donleavy, who must have been approached one thousand times in his life for the same request saw right through it.
"Show it to me, why not"
Quick whip outside and one rushed minute later I'm handing it across the table. His eyes widen at the thickness as he holds it in his outstretched hand. He just sort of looks at it, weighs it in his hand, then passes it straight back to me while saying only three words. It then immediately goes back into the boot of the car, not another word on the matter. We open the better wine and that's that, off we go on our conversational meander. Not what I expected, but there you have it, life's a learning curve.
The next week I meet the young nail biting man, say my piece, hand back the manuscript and move along. No more about it, until about six months later walking down Dawson Street. There it was, published. In the window of Hodges & Figgis. And on the cover the immortal line, 'World Famous Author JP Donleavy says, "Worth it's Weight" '.
It was an honour to know him, Mr. Donleavy that is.
Damien Matthews
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If you want a home with privacy, a place for horses, crops or cattle, or you yearn to live in an historic estate, there couldn't be a better time to buy a rural property than right now.
Agents are seeing definite signs of recovery in this market that, at the moment, still favors buyers. Combine that with a continuing strong stock market and historically low interest rates, and you could negotiate a deal that beats anything that might have been possible before the recession.
Of course when you move to the country you will also enjoy beautiful scenery, rolling hills, privacy and peace and quiet unlike any available in town. And there is much more.
Murdoch Matheson with Frank Hardy Sotheby's International Realty has lived in rural Virginia all of his life and can't say enough about the beauty of our area, the "great pace of life," and the convenient east coast location.
This combination of features "makes it top tier in the US and the world, and we are all lucky to be here and enjoy it," he says.
Agents are cautiously optimistic about the market for all varieties of rural properties from raw land to farms and both contemporary and historic estates. And these properties may be especially attractive to those relocating from high priced markets like Northern Virginia or the Northeast, thanks to our much lower land prices, property taxes and heating bills.
Justin Wiley with Wiley Real Estate described the rural property market in Orange County as "improved." Though it still lags behind options closer to Charlottesville, it is more active than it has been.
Ann Hay Hardy with Frank Hardy Sotheby's International Realty said she is very encouraged about the farms and estates market where she is seeing some "really good activity." Of special note, she said, is increased sales of higher end properties—those with over 100 acres and more than a $3 million price tag.
The farms and estates market is "waking up," said Jane Fogelman with Roy Wheeler Realty Co. She is happy about an increase in activity in large acreage properties—ones with 500 or more acres.
She cited as an example the recent sale of Guthrie Hall, a $4 million plus estate in Esmont, near Scottsville.
Matheson is hopeful about the farms and estates market stating that there have been some big sales lately. Another good sign is that the demand for large properties often lags behind the equity market that continues to be strong.
"It's a great time for buyers to move up to a farm or estate," Matheson explained. Buyers can take advantage of a hot residential market and make a nice profit when they sell their existing home. Then they can reinvest their profits in a farm or estate at a time when that market is still recovering. Definitely a win-win.
"Proximity to town is huge," Matheson said. There are some "great pieces of land" that are more than 20 minutes from town and buyers often lament they would purchase one of them if only they were ten minutes closer.
However, "improvement in the real estate market over the past three years has impacted Charlottesville and Albemarle dramatically resulting in a very low inventory of available homes [and has] put more pressure on neighboring counties like Orange and Greene, especially those areas within 30 minutes of Charlottesville," Ince explained.
Uniqueness is a big part of what many farms and estates buyers are looking for, Matheson said. This is a great thing when buyers find what they want at their price. On the other hand this can mean there may be only a very few properties that meet their needs and it may take awhile to find them the right home.
Out of town buyers, especially those from more congested areas like New York, love the space their money will buy here, Hay Hardy said. They love that their kids (previously confined to the small yards associated with city living) can run around in the woods. At the same time, the whole family can enjoy the cultural amenities of Charlottesville.
Wiley described calls he gets from buyers wanting to move here from other parts of the country.
A desire to leave behind the congestion and harsh winters of the northeast are often given as good reasons to move to Virginia. Other big draws are the scenery and the desire to enjoy the benefits of country living free of development.
Matheson noted that many of his buyers are still working and often they purchase a farm or estate as a secondary residence. They may be individuals who travel a lot and look forward to enjoying the opportunity to relax in a beautiful and very private setting when they are able to make time to be here.
When you buy a large property, you need to be willing and able to look after the upkeep, Fogelman said. For this reason, she believes that a preference for rural living is in part "generational," as, in her experience, younger buyers are less interested in these kinds of responsibilities. Without the background or knowledge for what is required they are often forced to hire someone to help them.
There are exceptions. She recently worked with a young couple with little children who purchased a property with several hundred acres near Scottsville.
Farms and estates buyers come for a way of life, Fogelman said. Often they are attracted to what they may describe as an appealing lifestyle, not realizing that much of the land they see has been owned, loved and cared for by local families for generations.
And it is the continuing labor of these families that creates a rural landscape others can enjoy whether they become landowners, or just revel in the scenery as they drive through the area.
Farms can include properties with as few as five acres, and, while raising horses may require a little more land, it can be done with a property as small as 10 to 20 acres, said Donna Patton with Keller Williams Alliance.
Raising cattle is another reason people buy farms, Wiley said, citing a recent sale to a farmer who wanted to expand his holdings. For others, owning and raising cattle may be "a life-long dream," that becomes a hobby in retirement.
Unlike farms, estates are properties that have larger homes and/or acreage that can be either contemporary or historic.
Our recent year end market report suggests that resale properties in the over $500 thousand price range, may be a good place for estate buyers to start their search. While nearly 100 more homes in this price range sold in 2017 compared to 2016, "almost 50 percent of them were new construction," said Michael Guthrie, CEO of Roy Wheeler Realty, Inc.
Buyers in this price range who prefer a contemporary home may prefer to custom build on their own land and to their exact specs while taking advantage of the most current green building practices and functional, up-to-date floor plans.
All of this means existing estate properties can offer a good deal for buyers who want a more contemporary home but don't want to take the time and trouble to build a new one.
On the other hand, for other buyers, living in an historic estate is a big part of why they are in the market, Wiley said. He explained that these people like the features of older homes such as established trees, traditional wood work, or heart of pine floors. And sometimes what is attractive is living in a home where an historic event happened.
Large farms and estates lend themselves to conservation easements, legally binding agreements that continue at the sale or inheritance of the property. Their purpose is to conserve the land and protect resources such as migration routes or sources of water.
"Virginia's Piedmont often attracts aspiring land owners who have conservation and land stewardship in mind," Ince said. "Conservation Easements (that restrict, by right, development) are a well used tool to preserve undeveloped land while providing incentives to land owners at tax time." He added that the easements are a wonderful gift property owners can give to the public.
Buyers living in rural parts of our community are part of a trend started when colonists planted their first gardens. Soon, though, they also discovered the value of cash crops such as tobacco, first exported to England in the 17th century.
Today Virginia's agricultural economy has grown to provide hundreds of thousands of jobs adding billions of dollars to our economy. In spite of those large numbers most of Virginia's farms are small, 90 percent of them owned and operated by individuals and families.
While some Virginia farmers raise cattle, others raise horses on farms known and admired world-wide. In addition, cultivating large gardens is also attractive to many who prefer the country lifestyle. Some raise the produce just for themselves, others sell to local stores and restaurants or participate in farmers markets throughout the state.
Still others are part of a growing market for agri-tourism opening their doors to visitors and locals who make a family event of picking apples, pumpkins and similar crops. Numerous local wineries also offer tastings at their vineyards.
If what you really want is a country lifestyle with lots of privacy and your own scenic views, talk to your agent now about the property that would best meet your needs.
Farms and estates are still a buyer's market, and this, combined with historically low interest rates, makes it a great time to purchase one of these very special properties.


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Farrell delighted with Players' Professionalism
Andy Farrell was delighted with the attitude and commitment of the club's senior players after a convincing 2-0 victory over Preston on Tuesday.
After a brace from Rouwen Hennings - one assisted by the returning Ashley Barnes - Farrell had nothing but praise for those gaining valuable game time.
Professional Development Phase Coach Farrell, standing in for Michael Jolley, said: "The whole group had an excellent attitude, a good work ethic, and they played very well.
"I thought we were the much better team in the first half, mainly down to our professionalism and work ethic, and we probably could have had another couple."
"Rouwen held the ball up the well, his touch was good today and brought the midfield players up well, he did everything you want from him."
With Barnes and Dean Marney both returning from injury, managing 45 and 60 minutes respectively, Farrell also complimented their contributions to the side.
Farrell added: "It was great to have Ash back on the pitch.
"He's a great character and influence on and off the pitch and for the 10 minutes after he came off, the team's performance dipped slightly.
"Dean was solid in the middle with Freddy (Ulvestad). They were very neat and tidy and they didn't give much away which didn't offer Preston a lot of space to play."
Development squad talents George Green and Christian Hill both came off the bench to play alongside the experienced first team players; another positive in the eyes of Farrell ahead of the next Development Squad game at Fleetwood on Friday.
He added: "This was a great opportunity for them, fighting to get on the pitch with the first-team players and a few of the younger lads are definitely capable of holding their own."


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January 22, 2015 |Ched Evans, Penological Liberal, Totalitarianism
Guilty Because Charged
by Theodore Dalrymple|4 Comments
Even the most thoroughgoing of penological liberals, I have noticed, has a category of crime – a favourite of sorts, I suppose – that he thinks ought to be severely punished. However much he may deny that punishment is justified, morally or practically, for other crimes, the crime he has selected as being of special heinousness deserves only the most condign punishment. All other crimes may in his opinion merit, and be susceptible only to, explanation and understanding, but this crime must, for moral reasons, be treated with exemplary harshness.
At present in Britain the crime selected by penological liberals for special severity is rape. While they are perfectly happy for other criminals to be treated with leniency, and are fierce in their support for every conceivable protection for the accused, they find the sentences given to rapists to be totally, even ludicrously, inadequate, and sometimes argue for a different standard of proof to secure conviction of the accused. The presumption of innocence ought in this case be abandoned or at least diluted; and because in this crime there can be no smoke without fire, they are distressed that so many cases end in acquittal.
This vengefulness, so ill-assorted with the rest of the penological liberal's outlook, was succinctly expressed in an article in the normally liberal British newspaper, the Guardian, in a recent article about the case of Ched Evans.
Evans was a prominent professional footballer who was convicted, aged 23, of rape and sentenced to five years' imprisonment, of which he served half before being released on parole. He has always maintained his innocence and is currently appealing his conviction.
Without knowing all the evidence available to the court, there do seem strange aspects to this case which, however, is inglorious on even the most charitable possible view towards the accused.
I cannot do better than quote the newspaper's summary of the events, inelegant as it is, that led to Evans' prosecution and conviction:
Evans does not contest the facts of what he did: he went to [an hotel] after receiving a text from a friend and former colleague at Manchester City's academy [a football training school], Clayton McDonald, to the effect 'I've got a bird.' The prosecution argued that Evans booked the room solely to take girls to, and that the pair were 'in the lookout for any girl who was a suitable target. Evans denied that, saying in his defence the room was for McDonald and another friend to stay in.
On arriving in the room, Evans found McDonald, who had bumped into the girl in kebab shop when she was drunk, having sex with her. Both Evans and McDonald agreed that his response to seeing the girl for the first time was that she was asked if Evans could 'join in' and he did.
Evans claims she consented; she said she had no memory of that part of the evening because she was intoxicated. The alcohol expert who gave evidence on Evans' behalf… agreed that the victim may have had no memory of the events, while arguing she can still have been capable at the time to have consented to having sex with Evans.
McDonald left the hotel room, telling the night porter to look out for the girl, because she was 'sick.' After Evans finished having sex with her – his brother and friend were outside trying to film events on their mobile phones – she went to sleep. Evans left the hotel by the fire escape and went to his parents' house [nearby]…
If this is an accurate summary of the case against Evans (which I do not know that it is), his conviction could only be regarded as unsafe. The complainant cannot know whether she gave consent or not, but the law in England holds that drunken consent to sex is nevertheless consent. However, if a person is so drunk that she cannot give consent, for example by being inarticulate with drink, sexual intercourse with her would be rape.
The alcohol expert who testified on behalf of Evans was, from the pharmacological point of view, quite right; it is perfectly possible for someone to do many things while drunk (including, for example, driving home) and yet not remember afterwards having done them. From this account, the complainant could not deny the possibility that what Evans said was true, namely that she had consented; and it is at least possible that what Evans said was true, there being no evidence that it was false. It follows from this that (again on this account) that Evans cannot be guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Moreover, it is very odd that McDonald was found innocent and Evans guilty. One might have supposed that either they were both guilty or both innocent, for there is nothing between the two episodes of sexual intercourse that would explain why she was able to give consent to the first but unable to the second. And there was no evidence, nor was it claimed, that Evans had used physical force against her.
Again, I must stress that I do not have the totality of the evidence, and that the above summary might have missed much that was important. And even if Evans is eventually cleared at appeal, his behaviour (and the subculture in which it is not untypical) is distasteful at the least.
After his release on parole from prison, Evans tried to resume his lucrative professional footballing career. The football club for which he had played at the time of his conviction, Sheffield United, initially took him back, but public reaction was so negative that it soon reversed its decision. Another club, Oldham Athletic, agreed to take him on, but again reaction was negative and some members of the public sent menacing messages, including threats (here one can only admire the fineness of the logic) to rape the wives of some of the staff if he were employed.
Penological liberals would probably be outraged if, for example, a released murderer were refused access to the airwaves or permission to publish a book on the grounds that he was a murderer. But most of them would be equally outraged if a convicted rapist were permitted to resume playing football. Rape is thus a more serious offence than murder, or football a more important activity than broadcasting or writing.
However, it was the last paragraph of the article in the Guardian that struck me as deeply sinister. It read in part: Whether or not [his appeal] is successful, Ched Evans has a great deal more to do before he can find acceptance again as a professional footballer…
In other words, he is guilty even if he is found innocent. So the penological liberal adopts the great principle of totalitarian jurisprudence: guilty because charged.
Theodore Dalrymple is a retired prison doctor and psychiatrist, contributing editor of the City Journal and Dietrich Weissman Fellow of the Manhattan Institute.
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I share Dalrymple's view that the fact as he has described them, if accurate, justifies a conclusion that the court erred in convicting Evens of rape. I also share his suspicion that many people who are otherwise disposed to leniency with respect to many criminal sentences may not extend that leniency to convicted rapists. The arguments purporting to demonstrate this second proposition, however, seem substantially weaker.
Football teams faced a pushback when Evans tried to join them. Bummer. But sports are entertainment, and public tastes are really beyond appeal. Plenty of actors had their careers ruined by the anti-communist blacklist. Paul Reubens had a hit show with Pee-Wee's Playhouse — until he was charged with indecent exposure. Mel Gibson was at the peak of his acting/directing career in 2006 — when he became notorious for drunken driving and anti-Semitism. And the list of athletes suspended for behaving badly is quite long as well. In short, if your line of work involves appealing to a mass audience, you live and die based on public sympathy and opprobrium. This dynamic is hardly unique to those accused of rape.
Moreover, it is unclear that people who bridle at state-imposed restrictions on free speech must also extend the same objections to the choice of private firms refusing to hire someone based on notoriety – much less, refuse to hire someone at the salary typically commanded by professional athletes. And if a private publisher or broadcaster declined to retain the services of someone notorious — whether for rape, murder, or whathaveyou — I don't know that many people would find this at all remarkable. OJ Simpson was not convicted of murder, yet the widespread suspicion that he committed murder has torpedoed his public career pretty thoroughly. Again, it is far from clear that rape is the relevant explanatory variable here.
Let's park the paranoia bus, stretch our legs, and get some fresh air.
"get some fresh air."
In light of the current Patriots situation, would this be at proper p.s.i. or some deflated level.
Your argument (correct BTW) may come into play with this silly "deflate-gate." And when will we ever stop "gating" every dang thing!
I think the article conflates two separate issues: a very possibly unsafe conviction for rape in the criminal justice system with conviction as a scumbag in the court of public opinion. Yes, we expect some consistency and fair treatment from the criminal justice system (no matter how often we are disappointed in it). However, Nobody Really is correct that the entertainment business is entirely open to perceptions and nobody should expect consistency or fairness in that arena. I never watch movies with Cate Blanchett in them because I don't like her idiotic politics. Reasonable? No. My prerogative as a customer? Totally.
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Check your bank statements as 'Google' scam grows
A scam involving unauthorized Google charges is hitting more accounts from different banks nationwide. We first let you know about the scam last month when Chase bank account holders were seeing the bogus charges.
By: KNXV Staff
A scam involving unauthorized Google charges is hitting more accounts from different banks nationwide.
KNXV first reported on the scam last month when Chase bank account holders were seeing the bogus charges.
At that time, the amount the Arizona news station saw was always $13.01 from Google followed by a person or business name.
Check your bank statements: Bogus Google charges appearing
But dozens of people saw that story online and let KNXV know they too saw the bogus charges in amounts of $.99, $1.07, $5, $9.99, and more.
Matthew West says he had 13 transactions on his account of $.99 each. His bank in Bastrop, Texas, had many people complaining about the same bogus Google charges.
While KNXV only saw the charges appearing on Chase accounts at first, that has changed. West's account is at a community bank near him.
People say they've seen the charges on Walmart Money cards, CashApp accounts, and even accounts for government benefits.
One person in Tulsa says he has a Discover account and found bogus $5 charges.
Another person says his Bank of America account was hit repeatedly.
So, what is going on?
You think since the Google name is being used, Google would want to shed some light on this scam. But despite attempts to get answers for you, Google has not responded to KNXV.
The news station did see one person get a $10 Google refund from a $50 dispute.
In most cases, banks are refunding the money and sending new cards. But some say even that didn't stop it.
One account holder says they had another charge "even after I locked my card."
One person says she got a new card "and now 2 new $.88 cent charges."
Another person says the day after getting a new card, "I realized there were more charges."
"The low amount of money, it seems like they are testing the waters to me," West says. He says his background is in law enforcement and he questions what could happen next and why more isn't being said now.
"Why are these financial institutions being so hush-hush about it? That's the question of the day," he asked.
Make sure you check your bank and credit card statements thoroughly.
Report any problems immediately and follow up until the charges are removed.
Bank of America didn't get back with KNXV about this follow-up story.
Chase said: "At this time, we don't have anything else to add but hopefully you can share the info from this link with your viewers." They sent us this link to share: Having concerns about a merchant charge to your debit or credit card?"
Discover Bank said: "Thanks for reaching out on behalf of your viewers. I'm not aware of this being a widespread problem with Discover customers and can't talk to these customers specifically. However, we offer a number of ways Discover Bank customers can protect their accounts and our 100% U.S.-based customer service teams are available 24/7 to help address any questions or concerns. A few of the tools we have available for our customers include:
- Activating account alerts - Customers can set up alerts for real-time oversight of their account either by email, text and/or push notification.
- Freeze your debit card - Just like having an on/off switch for our debit card, customers can freeze their card if it's temporarily misplaced or they suspect fraudulent activity
While we proactively monitor all accounts for potential fraud and alert customers if we see anything unusual, we also offer additional tips/advice on our website here - https://www.discover.com/online-banking/security-center/ "
This story was originally published by Joe Ducey at KNXV.


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First team | March 25, 2021, 09:38 AM
Season ends prematurely for Luca Netz
A bitter blow for Luca Netz and Hertha BSC: our academy product has suffered a broken metatarsal in training and will need an operation. The boy from Berlin will be unable to take further part in training or matches this season. "It's obviously a shame for Luca, who has already developed well with us as a 17-year-old and has put in some good performances when he's played. But he's still young, he is always positive and he'll come back from this," said head coach Pál Dárdai on Thursday (25/03/21).
So far this season, left-back Netz has made eleven Bundesliga appearances. He has been at the club since 2010, working his way up through the ranks in the Hertha BSC Football Academy before joining up with the first-team squad last summer. He recently scored his first top-flight goal with a late equaliser against Stuttgart.


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Mothra vs. Godzilla (1964) – Ishiro Honda
Posted by TD Rideout on December 13, 2021 November 17, 2021
Japan's countryside, city, and infrastructure is in danger again as Godzilla returns in Mothra vs. Godzilla, which sees the giant kaiju slug it out in an enjoyable piece of melodrama. This time around things get underway when a giant egg comes ashore in Japan, and a photographer, Juno Nakanashi (Yuriko Hoshi) and newspaperman, Ichiro Sakai (Akira Takarada) make a horrifying discovery amongst the wreckage of a reclamation project.
A pair of greedy businessmen swindle the giant egg away from the villagers who found it, with the intention of building a theme park around it, and whatever hatches from it. But a pair of miniature women, known as the Shobijin (Emil Ito and Yumi Ito) arrive from Infant Island to ask for the return of the egg, identifying it as Mothra's.
The businessmen decline, and when Godzilla rises to the surface and starts stomping around, heading right for the egg, the Shobijin, and inhabitants of the island, and guardians of Mothra (a giant moth) refuse to offer assistance. But when the reporter, photographer, and scientist associate, Miura (Hiroshi Kiuzumi) make a plea for their help, Mothra relents and takes flight to engage in battle and save Japan, even if it costs her life… but her legacy will continue.
Once again, there is a lot enjoyable model work throughout the film, as the man-in-the-suit monster that is Godzilla stomps around and mucks things up.
There are some lighter moments throughout the episode, the human melodrama in particular has a number of fun moments, but it also gives us one of our bloodiest encounters in the series yet, when the businessmen come to a violent end, when there is betrayal and even murder!
The work with both Mothra and Godzilla whether it the flying creatures models, the man in a suit, tiny models or what have you, is damned fun, and we can see that the series has left behind its darker routes to engage its audience with enjoyable kaiju violence. The shift of Godzilla becoming a protector of humanity, or at least Earth hasn't happened yet. He's still more of a menace than a hero.
And even as Mothra gives her all in the battle, new life comes from the egg, and they may be the final hope of humanity in this battle. In fact the larva that come out of the egg are quite adept at putting Godzilla down, and it's cool to watch happen. In fact, I have loved every entry in this run of Godzilla films that I've been digging into, and I can't wait to see what happens in Ghidorah, The Three-Headed Monster!
These are great films, and I love watching how the series uses its effects, its story-telling, and its human characters to consistenly deliver fun monster movies!
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8 Regrettable (But Still Kind Of Awesome) Superheroes
BY Mark Peters
With C-listers like Ant-Man and Aquaman starring in their own movies, it feels like every superhero, no matter how obscure, is headed for wide-ranging fame. But nothing could be further from the truth: There are hundreds of weird, dumb, preposterous, and just plain awful superheroes who have appeared in print before fading into the cultural abyss, an abyss from which they've been rescued by comics scholar Jon Morris in his wonderful new book The League of Regrettable Superheroes. This book is the blooper reel of superhero comics.
Despite the title, you can tell Morris loves all these characters, and who wouldn't? Flops or not, they are colorful and amusing pieces of comics history. Still, no matter how bloated the membership of the Avengers gets, it will never include the following folks.
1. Doll Man
Ant-Man is a powerhouse compared to Golden Age hero Doll Man, who couldn't control ants or do anything except shrink to the size of a doll. The "World's Mightiest Mite" was more adorable than invincible, especially when riding his Wonder Dog Elmo to the rescue.
2. The Eye
With a name like The Eye, you'd expect a Cyclops-type hero—or perhaps someone with a particularly good eye for crime. Nope. This hero who debuted in 1939 was literally a big, floating eyeball who fought crime with supernatural powers.
3. Doctor Hormone
No, Doc Hormone is not the greatest enemy (or ally) of the Teen Titans. Rather, Dr. Hormone (his actual name) was a scientist who fought evil and played god by turning babies into adults, old people into young people, and regular folks into animal-human hybrids via hormonology. Holy hormonal hijinks, Batman!
4. Fatman the Human Flying Saucer
After plump Van Crawford stumbles upon a crashed flying saucer that was actually a shape-shifting alien, he gained the same powers, becoming unquestionably the greatest plus-size male superhero who can change into a flying saucer. You're not going to believe this, but Fatman's publisher Lightning Comics couldn't stay in business for more than a few months.
5. Funnyman
One of the subplots of Morris' book is that even legendary comics creators like Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, and Steve Ditko created some stinkers. The guys who started it all—Superman creators Jerry Siegel and Joel Shuster—created Funnyman, a comedic crimefighter who debuted in 1948 and promptly went nowhere. Or perhaps he retreated back to his "Funny Manor," a poor substitute for the Batcave or Fortress of Solitude.
6. The Ferret
With its foul stench and penchant for theft, the ferret would seem to be a better role model for villains, but this yellow-caped crusader fought mobsters and other crooks in his brief 1942 appearance. The Ferret was revived in the 1990s as a hero typical of that era: grim and violent to the point of absurdity. He also had claws that were a transparent rip-off of Wolverine.
7. Squirrel Girl
This bushy-tailed heroine—who once took down Dr. Doom in a crushing blow to anyone who takes their comics a little too seriously—is a great example of how any character can thrive with the right creators. This humorous mutant has been used sporadically since her 1992 debut, but she recently landed her own series, which has been a breath of fresh air in the all-too-often self-serious world of comics.
8. U.S. 1
Many of the regrettable heroes collected by Morris are from the Golden and Silver Ages of comics, a faraway time encompassing 1938-1969. But some are more recent, and I felt the sting of shame when I realized one of these heroes was in my own collection: U.S. 1, a colossally stupid trucker/hero based on an aborted toy line. Why did young me need this comic? Maybe I identified with Ulysses Solomon Archer and his metal skull that picked up C.B. and allowed him to control his rig telepathically. Or maybe I was just an idiot.


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Jakarta Messaging (anteriorment Java Message Service or JMS API) és una API Message Oriented Middleware de Java que soluciona el problema del productors i consumidors d'enviament de missatges entre plataformes implantades amb tecnologies diferents, abstreient el programador dels detalls tècnics de la comunicació.

Jakarta Messaging  és una part de Jakarta EE i fou definida originalment a Sun Microsystems abans de ser duta per la Java Community Process.

Històric de versions
 JMS 1.0
 JMS 1.0.1 (5 d'octubre del 1998)
 JMS 1.0.1a (30 d'octubre del 1998)
 JMS 1.0.2 (17 de desembre del 1999)
 JMS 1.0.2a (23 de desembre del 1999)
 JMS 1.0.2b (27 d'agost del 2001)
 JMS 1.1 (12 d'abril del 2002)
 JMS 2.0 (21 de maig del 2013)
 JMS 2.0a (16 de març del 2015)
 JMS 3.0.0 (11 de novembre del 2020)

Elements
Els conceptes més importants de JMS :

 proveïdor
 Sistema o aplicació que proporciona una plataforma per la transmissió de missatges. És per tant una implementació de la interfície JMS per un Message-Oriented Middleware (MOM). Els proveïdors estan implementats tant com a implementació d'un JMS de Java com un adaptador d'un MOM que no sigui Java.
 client
 Una aplicació o procés que produeix i/o consumeix missatges.
 productor
 Un client JMS que crea i envia missatges.
 consumidor
 Un client JMS que rep missatges.
 missatge
 Un objecte que conté les dades a ser transferides entre clients JMS.
 cua
 Una àrea d'espera que conté missatges que han estat enviats i esperen a ser llegits (per un sol consumidor). Com el propi nom de cua suggereix, els missatges es lliuren en l'ordre enviat. Un missatge és eliminat de la cua un cop el consumidor l'ha llegit.
 tòpic
 Un mecanisme de distribució per publicar missatges que són lliurats a múltiples subscriptors (consumidors). El missatge acaba sent eliminat depenent de la configuració del proveïdor. És útil en escenaris en els quals molts clients necessiten rebre informació actualitzada sobre un tema o esdeveniment específic.
 vpn
 xarxa virtual privada que es fa servir per protegir les comunicacions entre clients i proveïdors

Models
L'API de JMS suporta dos models:
 Punt a punt (cua)
 Publicar/subscriure (tòpic)

Al model punt a punt o de cua, un productor envia missatges a una cua particular i un consumidor llegeix missatges de la cua. Aquí, el productor coneix la destinació del missatge i envia el missatge directament a la cua del consumidor. Es caracteritza pel següent:
 Només un consumidor rep el missatge
 El productor no ha d'estar executant al moment que el consumidor rep el missatge, ni el qui rep ha d'estar corrent al moment de l'enviament.
 Cada missatge processat amb èxit, és confirmat per receptor.

El model publicar/subscriure suporta publicar missatges per un tema concret. S'hi poden registrar zero o més subscriptors interessats a rebre missatges en un tema en particular. En aquest model, ni el publicador ni el subscriptor saben res un de l'altre. Un símil adequat seria el d'un butlletí d'enviament anònim. Les següents són característiques d'aquest model:
 Múltiples consumidors poden obtenir el missatge
 Hi ha una dependència de temps entre publicadors i subscriptors. El publicador ha de crear una subscripció perquè els clients s'hi puguin subscriure.
 El subscriptor ha de romandre continuadament actiu per rebre missatges, llevat que hi hagi un terme per la subscripció. En aquest cas, els missatges publicats mentre el subscriptor no està connectat es redistribuiran quan es reconnecti.
Usant Java, JMS aporta una manera de separar l'aplicació de la capa de transport o proveïment de dades. Les mateixes classes Java poden ser usades per comunicar amb diferents proveïdors JMS usant la informació JNDI pel proveïdor desitjat. Les classes primer usen una factoria de connexions per connectar a la cua o tema i llavors usen, emplenen i envien o publiquen els missatges. A la part de la recepció, els clients llavors reben o se subscriuen als missatges.

API
La JMS API és proveïda pel paquet Java .

Interfície
Un objecte administrat que el client usa per crear una connexió al proveïdor JMS. Els clients JMS accedeixen a la factoria de connexions a través d'interfícies portables de manera que el codi no necessita ser canviat si canvia la implementació de sota. Els administradors configuren la factoria de connexions a l'espai de noms Java Naming and Directory Interface (JNDI) així que els client JMS el poden esbrinar. Depenent del tipus de missatge, els usuaris usaran una factoria de connexions en cua o per tema.

Interfície
Una vegada hem obtingut una factoria de connexions, una connexió a un proveïdor JMS pot ser creada. Una connexió representa un enllaç de comunicació entre l'aplicació i el servidor de missatges. Depenent del tipus de connexió, les connexions permeten que els usuaris creïn sessions per enviar i rebre missatge d'una cua o tema.

Interfície
Un objecte administrat que encapsula la identitat de la destinació d'un missatge, que és on els missatges són lliurats i consumits. És o una cua o un tema. L'administrador JMS crea aquests objectes i els usuaris els descobreixen usant (JNDI). Com la factoria de connexions, l'administrador pot crear dos tipus de destinacions: cues per Punt a Punt i temes per Publicar/Subscriure.

Interfície
Un obejcte creat per una sessió. Rep missatges enviats a una destinació. El consumidor pot rebre missatges síncronament (blocant) o asíncronament (sense blocar) tant per missatgeria per cua com de tipus tema.

Interfície
Un objecte creat per una sessió que envia missatges a una destinació. L'usuari pot crear i enviar a una destinació específica o crear un enviador genèric que especifica la destinació alhora que el missatge és enviat.

Interfície
Un objecte que és enviat entre consumidors i productors, és a dir, d'una aplicació a una altra. Un missatge té tres parts principals:
 Una capçalera de missatge (opcional): Conté configuracions operacionals per identificar i encaminar missatges
 Un conjunt de propietats de missatge (opcional) : Conté propietats addicionals per suportar compatibilitat amb altres proveïdors o usuaris. Pot ser usat per crear camps personalitzats o filtres (selectors).
 Un cos de missatge (opcional) : Permet als usuaris crear cinc tipus de missatges (missatge de text, missatge de Map, missatge en bytes, missatge en stream i missatge objecte).

El missatge d'interfície és extremadament flexible i proveeix nombroses maneres de personalitzar els continguts d'un missatge.

Interfície
Representa un context de fil únic per l'enviament i recepció de missatges. Una sessió és de fil únic així que els missatges se serialitzen, cosa que implica que es reben d'un en un, en l'ordre que són enviats. El benefici d'una sessió és que suporta transaccions. Si l'usuari selecciona suport de transacció, el context de la sessió sosté un grup de missatges fins que la transacció rep el commit, llavors és quan els missatges són lliurats. Abans de fer el commit, l'usuari pot cancel·lar els missatges usant una operació de rollback. Una sessió permet els usuaris crear productors de missatges per enviar-ne i consumidors de missatges per rebre'n.

Implementacions de fabricant
Per usar JMS, cal tenir un proveïdor que manegui les sessions i les cues. N'hi ha de codi obert i de propietàries.

Articles sobre fabricants de codi obert:
 Apache ActiveMQ
 OpenJMS de l'OpenJMS Group
 JBoss Messaging de JBoss
 JORAM d'OW2

Una matriu de comparació exhaustiva de proveïdors JMS pot ser trobada a : http://www.theserverside.com/reviews/matrix.tss

Tot els servidors d'aplicacions J2EE 1.4 i posteriors tenen com a requeriment contenir un JMS implementat.

Enllaços externs
 Visió general del JMS de Sun
 JSR 914 (JMS 1.0 i 1.1)
 Generic Resource Adapter de JMS

Vegeu també
 Microsoft Message Queuing - tecnologia similar, implementada per .NET

Referències

Plataforma Java

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