Everyone has had that moment when they are looking at a wedding invite from a friend, passing a billboard or simply perusing a magazine when they stumble upon a mighty grievance. Their eyes begin to burn as they try to read the intended message but cannot. The slippery fiend known as "terrible" type has taken another victim. At first, this travesty may seem forgivable, but those words on the page are weeping because at the end of the day, all they wanted was to be read and understood.
Although the art of type (a.k.a. typography) may appear simple, there are all sorts of ways to have it go very wrong. In order to guarantee readability, here is a list of helpful hints to steer clear of typographic mistakes.
Letterspacing, also referred to as tracking, is putting an equal amount of space between letters and can help resolve kerning issues within type as previously mentioned. This is mostly used for design purposes for an open, lightweight type effect. But if pushed too far, readability becomes compromised as letters no longer have any relation to each other.
Contrast is the intentional effect of making two elements differ from each other. The example above shows how color can be a factor towards contrast and leads to a lack of legibility. The background color is too similar to the type's color, making the type disappear. Another way to cancel out contrast is by putting text on top of a busy, complex image or texture.
Want to add some pizzazz to your type? Well, layering on "special effects" is not the answer. When used in moderation, a special effect can be good in certain contexts. But for the most part, any effect that starts to distort type reduces its readability and also makes the type appear gimmicky, causing the reader to no longer take it very seriously.
If the computer mouse is hovering over "Comic Sans" and is about to click – immediately abort, stop, re-think the life choices that led up to this point and scroll on without ever looking back! On a more practical note – there is an art to choosing the right type for the right context. Luckily, there are a plethora of different typefaces to choose from. So get out there and explore the big, vast beautiful word of type to find the one that looks and feels right.
Practice these five types and you can avoid most typography horrors!


Zoe was featured in the Miami Herald newspaper on February 23, 2016.
Marissa Manley has been exposed to robotics and music since she was a child. At 4, she already experimented with Lego pieces — putting them together and with the use of coding and help from her father, she began to learn how to make them move.
At 8, she began playing the piano and in fourth grade she picked up the flute.
Last year, the 14-year-old created what she calls a "toy-bot." She named it Marci – an acronym for Music and Robotics Combined and Integrated. Marissa takes Marci to different schools and shows children from grades kindergarten to second, her creation: a robot smaller than a shoe box, that moves at the sound of a flute.
On Friday, Marissa will be on the stage of the fifth annual TEDxYouth@Miami event, presenting herself, her ideas of the importance of coding and robotics and Marci: The Flute Bot.
TedxYouth stemmed from the Tedx program, which was curated by Ted — an annual conference that takes place in Vancouver, British Columbia, and talks about topics within technology, entertainment and design. Tedx is a local, independently organized event in which attendees join together and share ideas in a Ted-style atmosphere.
TedxYouth gives people ages 6 to 25 a platform to speak about their projects, beliefs, creations and accomplishments. Through the Tedtalks — which include videos and live speakers — the group of young presenters and the audience, experience the atmosphere that takes place at an actual Ted conference.
Lisa Herbert has been the director of production for TedxYouth@Miami since it began, five years ago.
"A lot of these kids have these great ideas, but they don't have anywhere to take them and share them, so we are going to put them in front of a South Florida audience, where hopefully educators will see them and then we're going to shoot it out globally," Herbert said.
For two months, the young presenters got together every Saturday to practice their speeches.
Feb. 20 was the last official rehearsal before Friday's conference, which will be held 6:30 p.m. at the Adrienne Arsht Center.
Students began presenting their pieces one-by-one, exhibiting their creations and speeches. Marissa opened the rehearsal, by bringing Marci into the circle and playing her flute.
Then came Zach Fotiadis, who created Zachipedia, a YouTube channel meant to help watchers understand history and important facts from the past.
Zoe Terry came last. The 9-year-old business owner has a doll company and wants everyone to see that anything is possible.
All participants of the Tedtalk submitted an application to TedxYouth@Miami. The TedxYouth committee selects the finalists.
Arvi Balseiro founded TedxYouth Miami. She believes it is the community's responsibility to develop children and young adults and to motivate their ideas.


Citrix is have released a technical preview of the next version of Citrix Reciever 3.0 for Windows.
Citrix Synergy is helding these days and on Wednesday all the great new technologies from Citrix will be announced.
Citrix Receiver for Windows.The Citrix Receiver replaces the Citrix Online Plug-in for Windows. The Online Plug-in 13.0 is embedded in Receiver.
Unified user experience. Gives end users a common user interface whether using only Citrix Receiver or with any other Citrix Plug-ins.
Improved user experience. Improved application launching and reconnection.
Simplified listing of devices in the Desktop Viewer. To simplify the display of USB devices, by default any that use the Generic USB virtual channel (for example, webcams and memory sticks) are not displayed on the Devices tab of the Desktop Viewer Preferences dialog box. Users can view the complete list of devices using a checkbox on the tab.
Enhanced Desktop Viewer user interface. The Preferences dialog box in the Desktop Viewer has been redesigned, and the USB button on the toolbar is now called Devices.
Windows 7 support. The Citrix Desktop Lock (formerly called the Desktop Appliance Lock) now supports Windows 7.
RemoteFX support. As an alternative to the Desktop Viewer UI, you can form connections to XenDesktop VDAs using Microsoft RemoteFX. For instructions on this, see CTX129509.
Session pre-launch. Reduced application launch time at high-traffic periods. Configure this feature on the server and client sides.
Multi-stream ICA. Improved QoS support by allowing Branch Repeater and third party routers to apply QoS policies across multiple ICA connections.
Multiple audio device redirection. Enables remoting of multiple audio devices present on the user device.
New Single Sign-On Plug-in. Simplified password management.
Aero support. Receiver now supports the display of Windows Aero theme on virtual desktops. A new .msi file is included that works with the Virtual Desktop Agent (part of XenDesktop) to provide the support.
User documentation. Topics that describe how users interact with their virtual desktops and control the Desktop Viewer have been moved from eDocs to the Receiver for Windows online help, which also includes the Connection Center help. This is available at http://support.citrix.com/help/receiver/en/receiverHelpWin.htm.


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THE TOUGHEST OVERLAND JOURNEY OF THEM ALL
Here is another travel article which came out of my trans-Africa trip. At the end of it I made a point of interviewing all the girls and noting their viewpoints and their responses to all we had experienced. I thought at the time that the article would be tailor-made for one of the many women's magazines which filled the magazine racks back home in England.
I was wrong. None of them were interested. I still don't understand why.
Girls, if any of you are still out there, it would be nice to hear from you again. And just for the record, I really was just looking for a picture to illustrate an article when I trespassed on your bathing pool in the Congo.
SAFARI TO AFRICA
On April 1st or this year (1971)five adventurous young women in the company of seven men left London on an expedition that was to take them over ten thousand miles of the burning deserts, tropical jungles, rivers and mountains of Africa. Traveling in two long wheel base Land Rovers which they had christened Ajax and Achilles after the legendary Greek heroes, their journey lasted for three unforgettable months.
Their expedition was the seventh successful safari organized for young people by Tim Baily, a handsome young Kenyan who runs Siafu Expeditions from Abbey House in Victoria Street, London. True to the modern-day spirit of do-it-yourself the party was fully self-supporting, with the girls undertaking the shopping and cooking, and the men erecting tents and driving the vehicles over the wild, corrugated dirt roads of what is still basically an untamed continent.
The party crossed the Sahara desert in May when mid-day temperatures reached a blazing one hundred and forty degrees, and survived a howling windstorm that enveloped them in a driving yellow fog for over eight hours. They passed through Niger and Nigeria, and then tackled thirteen hundred miles of densely overhung jungle roads through the Congo. Here the Land Rovers lurched and swayed over gulleys and ruts, skidded through mud holes, and crawled slowly over crude log bridges on the very point of collapse. Ferries took them across wide flowing rivers, and when jungle storms blew giant trees down across their path they cleared the way with saws and axes.
They passed through the mysterious cloud-wreathed Mountains of The Moon where giant gorillas still roam on the upper slopes and entered East Africa; a world of rolling bush and yellow grassland where there is still abundant wild life in the game reserves. They parked their Land Rovers under the noses of dubious elephant and buffalo, and eyeball to eyeball with wary lions. They drove slowly through huge herds or buck, hartebeest and zebra, photographed giraffe and rhino and baboon, and on a boat trip up to Murchison Falls, a magnificent double white cascade as esthetically pleasing as a Japanese painting, they aimed their cameras right into the gaping jaws of crocodiles and hippo.
For Tricia Abbey, a slim dark-haired girl from Bevere Green near Worcester, this was her first trip outside Europe. Twenty- two year old Tricia attended university in Spain and then worked you for a year as a journalist with the Financial Times. She left the Times to return to Worcester and take care of her mother after a serious operation, and when her mother was well again decided to do the safari before seeking another job.
Africa particularly interested me," she said, "Because it has so many contrasts, especially from the movie aspect. Cine photography is my hobby and almost every year I try to buy a better camera. Also I wanted to do this trip to prove that I can be independent of my family."
When I asked what she has enjoyed most of all about the trip Tricia had no hesitation in answering:
"Most of all I enjoyed the thrill of crossing the Sahara and getting away from everything. The Sahara is so remote that you have a feeling of peace with not a single worry in the world. I wasn't even scared by the dust storm – I was just excited.
"The worst part for me was the tail end of the Congo. I was beginning to be disappointed by the lack of wildlife in Africa. So much of it has been exterminated by the big game hunters, or by the Africans hunting for food. But then we burst into Uganda and were literally surrounded by thousands of animals in the game parks.''
Anita Hoyt, a twenty-six year old America: girl from Auburn near Seattle agreed with Tricia that the desert was a fascinating place.
"It was not at all as I had expected," she said. "It was so much more varied. I was prepared for endless sand dunes, but the desert changed its shape and color every day, sometimes every hour. It was so awesome. I liked the silence and cleanest of it."
Anita spent six years in college, studying sociology and then switching to Italian and German. She has studied in Italy and Japan and now has a degree in languages. She has also worked as a ward clerk in a Seattle hospital, and made seasonal money by carrying Christmas trees down from the mountains to sell in her home town of Auburn. She left Seattle and hitch-hiked- across Canada, then flew to Scotland and was hitching her way down through England with the ultimate intention of reaching Africa when she heard about Siafu.
"Africa has always attracted me," she said, "Partly because I enjoy African music, and partly because I am so fond of animals. I am also fascinated by Africa because their culture and their way of life is so different from ours. I once had an African boy-friend for two years.
"I enjoyed just about everything on this trip, but my general- impression is that even Africa is beginning to get too touristified. We visited the pygmies in the Ituri Forest in the Congo, but they were being exploited by their neighbors. They danced for us in front of their little leaf huts but the more advanced Africans who acted as our guides took money from us and gave very little of it to the pygmies.
"For me the most exciting thing was the first time I saw a lioness. She was so much bigger and more powerful than I had expected, but the cubs were so sweet."
The youngest member of the expedition was Judy Payne from South Africa who celebrated her twentieth birthday at Tamanrasset in Algeria, the home of the blue-robed, dark-veiled Toureg warriors who once ruled the desert from the Hoggar Mountains. The expedition spent three days at Tamanrasset, and made friends with a group or Americans working f or an air-survey company who provided a roast sheep for a wild barbecue birthday party with dancing and tape-recorded Slavic under the stars and the palm trees.
Judy's home is Lakeside, a suburb of Capetown pressed between the lake and the mountains of the Cape Peninsular. She was educated in South Africa and then came to London in 1969. A qualified secretary she preferred to work in an architect's drawing office for a year. Then she toured France, Spain and Portugal before flying back to London to join the Siafu expedition.
"I have always wanted to see more of Africa," she explained. "So this was the ideal way for me to get home. For me the most fascinating thing was learning more about all the different peoples we've met and their different ways of life, especially in the independent countries. In Kenya I found, that the majority of the population had the same standards of living as the Bantu in South Africa, although the educated minority is better off. In some of the other countries we saw living standards were far below those of the Africans in South Africa, and the amount of disease really shocked me."
Judy joined Tricia and Anita in voting the desert the most interesting part of the trip. All the girls seemed unanimous on that point.
"But the Congo also pleased me," she added, "Mainly because of the greenness and wetness of everything. There is a lot of drought in South Africa, and so I think most South Africans have this love of hearing and seeing fresh running water. I left South Africa in the middle of a drought.
"I found it was great fun doing the buying and bartering for the expedition in the native markets, but perhaps the most exciting incident was the day we arrived at Agadez in Niger when they were holding the local derby. I spent a lot of my childhood on my grand-parents farm on the borders of the Transkie where I learned to ride almost before I could walk. I have loved horses and riding ever since and keep my own horse at Lakeside where I ride as much as possible. In Agadez they had some superb horses and one gloriously dressed sheikh in pink robes allowed me to ride his horse. It delighted me that someone should be so friendly and this spontaneous friendship from so many of the people we met pleased me immensely.
"Another thing that happened to me in Niger was at Zinder where I was bitten by a scorpion. What frightened me most was the local hospital where they had to shoo the vultures away from the door before we could get inside. The injection I was given caused me more pain than the scorpion bite."
Judy also had the awkward problem of being born in South Africa.
"I couldn't travel through Africa on my South African passport," she admitted. "But fortunately my father is British so I was able to obtain a British passport. I traveled with that and kept my South African passport hidden in my knickers every time we crossed a frontier. In Rhodesia (Now Zimbabwe) I switched to my South African passport again, for without it I would not have been allowed to stay in South Africa."
The fourth girl on the trip was Suzanne Duncan, a twenty-four year old teacher of physical education from New South Wales. Sue came to England on a two-year contract to teach at Hawnes School in Bedford. "It was my first teaching job," she said, "And I enjoyed it very much.
"I have always wanted to do this overland trip through Africa and Siafu appealed to me more than any of the other firms organizing similar expeditions. Tim Baily who runs Siafu is a most persuasive person, very generous and very helpful. There is no special reason to my travelling to Africa, except that I just want to go there." She smiled and added: "On the flight out from Australia I managed to stop off at Hong Kong, New Delhi, Agra, Karachi, Abadan and Beirut before I finally got to London. My ambition is to see every country in the world."
For Suzanne the most memorable incident of the trip was the wasps.
"We had stopped to bathe in a Congo stream," she explained. "When suddenly Peter, who was our expedition leader, started throwing himself under water and then ran out doing a war dance and tearing his hair. I thought he had gone mad, and it was frightening at first because I just didn't know what was happening. Then I got stung too. We had disturbed a whole nest of flying black wasps and they chased us all the way back to our Land Rovers.
"Apart from that I enjoyed the trip immensely. The Sahara was the most fascinating place I've ever been. Meeting the Americans in Tamanrasset and that wonderful barbecue was another highlight, and of course the pygmies in the Congo and all the animals in the game parks -- there s so much when you try to remember it all."
After Nairobi where two of the male members had to leave the expedition Suzanne helped out with some of the driving on the last leg of the journey down to South Africa.
"I enjoyed doing that," she said. "The roads of East Africa are pretty good and I hadn't done any driving on rough dirt roads until we reached the Hell Run in Tanzania where the big trucks churn up huge clouds of red dust on their way from Dar es Salaam to Lusaka, but I soon got used to it. I would rather do the driving than the cooking. I hate cooking. I have no imagination in that field. Doing the cooking was the worst part of the trip. However, I wouldn't want to travel other than in a group. I've always travelled with a group, mainly because I like meeting different people."
Judy had a similar comment to make. "All thorough the trip I've enjoyed the feeling that we've all been pushed together," she said, "And that we've all had to pull together to get through."
Marilyn Hook, another attractive blonde Australian agreed:
"Really it's been a tremendous personal experience working with everybody, because we were all so vastly different. How we ever got on so well together I'll never know. The desert particularly was a challenge in which I was glad to participate. Crossing the rest of Africa was more or a challenge for the men who did most of the driving, but I enjoyed seeing all the different peoples."
Marilyn, aged twenty-six: came from Melbourne. There she was in charge of a department in a business college with over 500 students, which, she said, "was far too many for what I really wanted to do. I find that teaching can only be rewarding when you can work on a personal basis."
So she found a financial backer who helped her to set up a business college and secretarial service of her own which she ran for two years. And then she gave it up.
"It was at big decision," she said. "But I think it takes a special kind of woman to compete in a man's world. I am very independent and I had proved that I could do it, but after that I was content. I found that in running the business I was working twelve to fourteen hours a day and on top of that I had to run a home for my father and fourteen-year old brother. Also my engagement broke up around this time, partly due to business pressures which did not leave me each time for any social life.
"Having given it up I thought, what now? And then I decided I would like to travel. I flew to Bangkok and then to Lisbon, and then toured Europe for five months before I came to London. There I worked for Quantas, the Australian airline.
"I saw a film on Trans-Africa which interested me in the idea of going part of the way home overland. It was made by another firm, but Siafu was the only company I could find which ran well-organized expeditions all the way to South Africa, and I thought them good value for money.
"I really couldn't choose which was the most interesting part or the trip. Possibly it was the masses of animals in East Africa and the boat trip up to Murchison Falls. It was frightening to get so close to the crocodiles. Or perhaps it was the water holes in Algeria a where we saw the Touregs with thousands of their camels, or Niger where we saw the Fulani nomads with their herds of long-horned cattle. Or perhaps the dance ceremony we saw in Agadez where the witch-doctor appeared dressed as the devil.
"Our first night on the equator was exciting too, we could hear lions roaring and hippo grunting and some elephant came up really close during the night. I thought the nights in the desert were beautiful with such a heavy silence, and I enjoyed walking through the Tunisian oasis at Nefta where we paddled under the date palms and were given gifts of flowers by the native boys."
When asked about the future they all admitted that it would be hard to stop traveling. Tricia was returning to England to start a three year practice in an estate agency but said that she would like to do the trip again. "The only thing that scares me is going back to England and resettling myself," she said wryly.
Anita planned to continue travelling in Africa for a while and said that when she returned to Seattle she would probably sell Christmas trees again, although her real ambition is breed dogs. Waiting for her in Auburn she has a beautiful thoroughbred Samoya she has named Tashya.
Judy regretted that she had run out of money and now had to work again in South Africa, if possible in another drawing office as she is still interested in architecture.
Suzanne had positive plans to return to England and work for a year and then take the trans-Siberian express to Japan. She plans a visit to her home in Australia and then she will make another overland trip through Asia and India. "I have no desire to stay in Australian," she said. "I would rather be in England."
Marilyn had no definite plans at all. "I'll probably just keep on traveling," she said, "and avoiding the issue."
Jeanette Nannelli (Thursday, 29 May 2014 19:24)
Nov 10, 1969 - Tim Bailey arranged (his first) overland journey from London UK to Johannesburg with 34 people and 6 old land-rovers. Now that was a story and tough!
I was one of the 21 year old girls, Janette Perry (nannelli@live.ca)
Julian Tattum (Monday, 27 October 2014 13:14)
I was on the trip before this setting off from South Africa to the UK on the 1st October 1969. Magic trip. where's Tim now ? and my mate Graham Turvelle / Frank and Meg Marshall and Dave McDowell ? There were 22 of us and the Congo was the highlight.
Rick Jowett (Friday, 20 February 2015 09:02)
1971 March 3 from London rickjowett@live.com
Peter (Saturday, 21 November 2015 04:58)
I corresponded with Tim Bail(e)y when planning a private overland trip through Africa. Myself and three other 20-something guys called ourselves Surrey Overland Expedition and travelled in a long wheelbase Land Rover from UK to South Africa.
We also met Tim in Cotonou, Benin (formerly Dahomey) while trying to obtain Entry Permits for Nigeria. Tim was also there for the same purpose. His SAIFU group consisted of 38-people in six LWB Land Rovers, most of these were waiting near the frontier at Dura for his return.
After several weeks in Cotonou our group went by sea and air to Douala, Cameroun to continue the overland trip.
Graeme Moore (Australia (Sunday, 03 January 2016 04:11)
Actually Tim organised an earlier semi - a private expedition - because he was still waiting for finance - just 13 of us
Andy Robertson, Me (graeme Moore) , Phil Kinsley, Ian White
Eleanor Hayward, Jill Buchanan, Chis Harris, Chris Burbury , Nonnie Keogh, Mick Mortimer, Richard Hasseltine, Peter Turner, and Robert ? Took 6 months London to Capetown- unbelievable trip. Have lost contacy with the others. Any clues?
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Judy Craxton (Sunday, 24 April 2016 13:04)
So excited to find this and great to chat to you.
Jane Bell - nee Cameron (Monday, 09 May 2016 12:25)
I cannot believe after all these years that something has been written up about our trip - Tim's first - on Nov 10th 1968 (not 69!). It was a lot of fun but horrific all the same - arduously long with breakdowns galore. I wonder who else had to bail Tim out to keep things going!! Dick, Wayne, Angela and Dawn have visited me in Australia. Cheers everyone from Siafu Safari No 1.
Erik Kermer (Saturday, 07 January 2017 21:29)
Travelled with Tim Bailey and Andy Robertson in Nov 68 until end of March 69. Have fond memories but lost contact with all. Would love to hear from those I travelled with. I am currently living in north Devon.
erik.kermer@btinternet.com
John Aldridge (Saturday, 25 February 2017 16:50)
I have just found my diary (40 pages) of the 1971 trip with a piece of pink paper attached. I probably haven't looked at it for 45 years and was amazed how much detail it includes. All the problems we encountered, the great experiences and things we would never do now such as buying ivory! This prompted me to ask Google what it could find and up popped Bob's website. I see that Judy found it as well but no other names I recognise. Great to know that the trip still means much to people.
john@aldridge1a.freeserve.co.uk
Essay help at MidnightEssays.com (Monday, 19 June 2017 11:27)
It is noticeable that they all steadily decomposed in one way or an additional at some point during their overland journey out over the freezing wilderness.
James Henderson (Friday, 21 July 2017 07:21)
Hi Robert, I was fascinated by your account of the journey with SIAFU and I want to let you know that I also traveled with SIAFU across Africa from London to Nairobi in 1974. The journey was plagued with mechanical problems all along the way, including a 2 week breakdown in the middle of the Sahara, which lead to half of the people abandoning the journey when we reached Kano, Nigeria. Despite all of the challenges and hardships of the journey, it remains the most incredible experience of my life. I even met my wife to be on the trip! This is just to let you know that I kept a daily journal of the trip and published it a couple of years ago. If you or your readers are interested, it can be found on Amazon and Barnes and Noble websites under the title "Travels with King Kong - Overland across Africa". Wishing you all the best! James Henderson
John Kamp (Saturday, 07 September 2019 15:59)
My wife Cylia and I made the trip from South to North in August 1972. Our leader was Val and mechanic was Hans. Our vehicle was Punda and had 47 flat tires and threw a rod in the Sahara. Would love to find others who were in that group..
Norman dickens (Monday, 07 October 2019 11:06)
Is any one out there who was on the northbound Siafu trip from Durban/Salisbury in October 1969.
Graham, Norman and Sylvia are celebrating (in Harare) our departure from Salisbury exactly 50 years ago today.
John Aldridge (Thursday, 14 November 2019 16:36)
I've just published my diary that was written in 1971 - Trans Africa with Siafu. If anyone is interested please get in touch via this website.

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Construction on the proposed Sears Island marine cargo terminal began in the 1980s, and there is finally a sense among both supporters and opponents of the project that a decision on the cargo port will be made soon. John DeVillars, regional administrator for the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, tomorrow will decide whether the port should be located on Sears Island or at Mack Point on the mainland. Gov. King, a strong supporter of the Sears Island facility, has said he will ask Congress for relief if DeVillars denies the facility the EPA's blessing. Details.
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Rooks, Douglas, "Construction on the proposed Sears Island marine cargo terminal began in the 198" (1995). Maine News Index – Maine Times. 1284.
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We drove down the coast to Corinth in the morning, and returned to Athens after lunch to see the Parthenon and the Areopagus.
I was looking forward to seeing the canal, and it did not disappoint! I only regret that photographs do not do it justice.
I was surprised to find that the canal is not really particularly close to the ancient city of Corinth. I had pictured it being very close, given that it is the narrowest part of the isthmus, and that Corinth's economy was involved with the shipping trade. I had imagined that the canal would have been on the very spot where ancient vessels were dragged overland.
It may be that the canal's location is more steep than a bit further down, where ancient Corinth stands. It may also be that the incredible mountain with the temple of Aphrodite on it could have been a draw card for the site of the ancient city.
I was also surprised at the geography of the temple, with respect to the city.
I had pictured Corinth as surrounding a hill, atop of which there was a temple. As it is, if the temple prostitutes came down into the town each night, they must have been fit girls because it's a long walk, and even harder to climb back up! I'm not sure that the legends have not been embellished a little. Perhaps on special days there was a procession of prostitutes from the temple. It seems highly impractical to have them tramping (so to speak) up and down each day.
Try zooming out on the map until you see the Temple of Aphrodite, to get some idea of how far away it is.
This was our first experience of exploring an ancient site with direct relation to scripture. It took time to get the hang of it, but I found myself learning about pillars and capitols, stoa, the agora, and so forth, without too much difficulty.
The text for the day was Acts 18.
It was fascinating to connect with the importance of tent-making in the ancient world (Acts 18:3), since so many people moved around, and tents were the logical solution.
It was also very interesting to note that there is physical evidence, but restricted to two items, of a synagogue in Corinth. It is reasonable to conclude that this was from the synagogue of Acts 18:4.
We learned about how substantial the city was, with over 100,000 people involved. This makes it a relatively major centre. This, combined with the colourful mix of classes of people, as well as travellers, makes Corinth an understandable base for evangelism.
Reading the Acts 18 narrative with a view to the context of a Roman leader dealing with a disturbance, it becomes understandable that Paul's indignant encounter in the Synagogue (Acts 18:6) would not have been at all important to Gallio, who had no reason to take any interest in some esoteric controversy among the Jews about their own beliefs (Acts 18:15). The Jews were already more or less suspect because they weren't involved in the official religion of the Empire anyway, and Gallio was interested only in proper order, not religious doctrines.
It was touching to think that we were most likely standing on the very spot where poor Sosthenes was lynched, without Gallio intervening (Acts 18:17). The implied reader is probably supposed to see Gallio as a bit of a villan here, but given his mandate for simple law and order, it is quite understandable that he allowed a bit of bush justice to be administered. At the very least it probably saved him the trouble of making a report about the whole matter, and placated the townspeople.
An alternative emphasis in Luke's narrative is plausible, too: If Luke/Acts is part of the preparation for Paul's defence in Rome, Luke may subtly be implying that Paul should simply be ignored and dismissed in his trial, as Gallio had effectively done, rather than tried for these mystifying, exclusively religious, Jewish doctrinal misdemeanors he was originally accused of in Jerusalem. At each point in the journey, Luke points out the difficulty that the Romans have finding fault with Paul under Roman law, because the controversy relates to Jewish peculiarities (Acts 23:6, Acts 23:29, Acts 24:19-21, Acts 23:29), and his long imprisonment under Felix is characterised as somewhat arbitrary and unjustified (Acts 24:25-27). Before Agrippa, the story finally assumes the character of Jesus' trial before Pilate, with Luke carefully recording, "Agrippa said to Festus, 'This man could have been set free if he had not appealed to the emperor.'" (Acts 26:32). This resonates with the theme of Jesus' trial in which Pilate found no fault in him (Luke 23:4), and wanted to set him free (John 19:12).
I found it significant, and relatively believable, that the inscription at the Odeon was a plausible link to the Erastus of Romans 16:23 and 2 Tim 4:20 (and Acts 19:22? Probably so. See this article) That gave me a little thrill, actually.
In the first of what was to become a series of increasingly touching moments for the whole group, we sang worship songs together in the Odeon.
We stopped briefly at Cenchreae. This was where Phoebe was deacon of a church group (Romans 16:1), and also where Paul had his head shaved in connection with a vow, probably a Nazarite vow (Ref: Num 6:1-21), which presumably had been completed.
Such a small village provided a strangely poignant sense of "connection" with the past. It was relatively easy to imagine a small 1st Century settlement here.
Visiting the Parthenon was a real highlight. The sheer imposing bulk of the structure, and the opulence and military power that it implies, made it an intimidating structure throughout it's years of use. Indeed, this was part of its purpose.
It is also very impressive now, even in its now dilapidated state. This is still true when viewed from the area immediately below, at ground level! That would have been Paul's perspective as he spoke in the synagogue and the agora (Acts 17:17). Yet he took his message up to the Areopagus, which is right in front of the whole acropolis complex, and provided a commentary on these massive, imposing, politico-religious symbols, contextualising them all (Acts 17:24-25) squarely within the ambit of the invisible "unknown god", whom Paul proclaimed (Acts 17:23).
The previous day we had read Acts 17, and it now came into sharp focus as we all sat on the Areopagus to discuss it. Many in the group found it profound to hear the text read out in that place. I enjoyed that too, but for me it was more that I was contemplating the nature of Paul's message, and it's implications for his ministry.
All too often, because Paul mentions "repentance" (Acts 17:30), an anachronistic emphasis is placed on his message, characterising it as a call to moral purity. It isn't. Paul is proclaiming that the time to be ignorant of the nature of the "unknown god" has finished, and people now need to repent of that ignorance.
It strikes me that preaching morality to the philosophers would have been a breeze, and unremarkable. They were accustomed to debating morality. But to command them to repent of ignorance is bold indeed! Their whole self perception was founded on the idea that they were the "wise of the world", (cf. 1 Cor 1:20-25). "Dem's fightn woyds", is an expression that sprang to mind.


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by Danger on April 27th 2012, 3:59 am
"Stood in firelight, sweltering bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed, felt flat planet turn under my feet and knew what corgis know that make them bark like adorable puppies in the night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything else to do. Devise reason later. Existence is random. No meaning save what we choose to impose. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Was reborn then. Was Elaine. Does that answer your question doctor?"
"No. It doesn't. It actually raises a lot more."
"Why not?" Elaine shot up from her laid back position on the leather couch. Across the office sat a man in his mid forties with a quickly graying hairline. Sweat built up around the brows of his forehead as the creases held the stories of many cases he analyzed.
"I need to know if you are still suffering from delusional manifestations of…"
"What delusions?" Apprehensive to other people making light of her reality, Elaine promptly brushed away the doctor's question.
"The delusions your crazy ass comes up with…" Without thinking the doctor responded in a primal subconscious way.
"You can't call my ass crazy!" She retorted.
"It's a special order. The sooner we come to terms with you learning some discretion and…"
"I don't even know why I had to come here." Elaine turned back to facing the adjacent wall with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Because the Assembly for Vigilante Awareness filed you as a Class-A menace."
"What evs."
"The Council of Concerned Citizens wanted legislation insisting Dallas area sports teams change their names in protest of you."
"Special interest groups are ruining America."
"…And the Heroes and Villains United Against Collateral Damage deemed you a threat above global warming and just below giving a billionaire named Ozymadius an island with no questions asked."
"After years of council as a doctor of vigilantes, I have…"
"Does saying you're a doctor make your mom pro-choice, or did she just stop having kids?"
"The question I had…"
"What does your dad tell his friends you do? Does he tell them you're a real doctor?"
"I am a real doctor. You can clearly see the degrees."
Elaine turned her head to examine the diplomas hanging on the walls. She dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out a crumbled piece of paper and a pen and began scribbling something down.
"Now, if you could tell me about your home life we can…"
"Hey look I'm a doctor now too!" Elaine held up the piece of paper she scribbled "Doctor" on. "I didn't even have to go to medical school or be smart or anything."
Enraged at the display of disrespect he experienced in his own office, he grabbed an award on his desk bearing a human brain with an inscription attributing this award to outstanding work in further understanding the workings of the human mind, and in rage threw the small statue through the window. Glass poured out from the fracture and the sheet of glass fell from the top and smashed against the window panel. His strength continued with the rage as the doctor lifted the wooden rolling chair and dropped it on top of his desk. Blinded by adrenaline and rage he stormed out, pushing aside an office receptionist who came into see why the commotion.
"Do you want me to make you a doctor too?"
Due to her counseling session still needing to complete legal qualifications Elaine remained seated on the couch with her legs dangling over the cushioned edge. A draft of air blew in through the shattered window making the room feel much more cool and adequate to Elaine's tastes. The rustling of papers and occasional raising of voices made the wait anything but tranquil, but in her mind this seemed just fine for waiting.
"Hello, Ms. Angara." A bun wearing brunette with a grey business suit and the eye brows only a studious crone could afford to be seen with stepped though the door and strode over to examine the desk. Feeling a discomfort in removing the chair from the desk prompted her to take another course to find seating. "I see you've met our other staff."
Elaine remained quietly seated with her arms wrapped around her chest. "He made an impression on the window."
"I would like to address a few statements." Under the guise of a caring tone this woman sought to bring reality to Elaine, as harsh at it may seem.
"The other guy didn't do so well."
"Your mother walked out on your family." She said with an objective tone.
"Huh?" Confused by her approach and her methods Elaine tried to understand her angle.
"Your family lost their home because the economy does not support small ranches anymore." She continued with precision to keep Elaine from putting together why she prodded with those questions and to simply take in the information. "The man you thought was your father is not your real father and that led to your mother's abandonment of your family."
"My dad was a corgi hengeyokai who came to Earth after his home was destroyed…"
"No. You are nothing special, but just the product of a torn home and a series of lies."
Taken by surprise by the harshness of reality and in an effort to escape from any dealings with what transpired, Elaine took to her feet and with one step dematerialized and came into full bearing outside of the office.
She wandered the streets of Chicago for hours. Passing by run down tenements and broken windows with enough light shining through to give hope to anyone trapped inside of the poverty surrounding them. Dirt mixed with exhaust fumes coloring the skies a distraught grey embedding itself within the concrete and metal of the city.
Under the overarching rooftops Elaine found a mirror tenants brought out to the curb for pick up. With the sleeve of her shirt she cleaned the dust encompassing the face of the discarded item. Anything could look back at her from the mirror now. A hengeyokai princess, a girl who died of nothing in Mexico, or a girl who couldn't face reality, she could be any of them. "I don't think we can all fit in there." With her reflexes sharp as ever she drew out a pistol and fired on the mirror. Shards fell heavy on her hearts, turning her delusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn, free to scrawl own on this morally bankrupt world. Was Elaine.
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Re: Through the Looking Glass
by Super Cutie on May 6th 2012, 9:40 pm
Chicago: home of annoying sports fans and the Phantoms. Clayton was there to meet with the latter with hopes that none of them were part of the former. It seemed impossible to pass any bar without hearing chants of "Da Bears!" or "Da Bulls!" or whatever, and Chicago had a lot of bars. It was enough to drive any sane human crazy and he wondered, if he took the job he was there to take, just how much he would be able to take before he became a super villain. He would have to put up with it for some time, though. He made a promise awhile ago to the crazed gun-toting Asian cowgirl he was legally married to. It was a promise that, up until that point, he had not kept. Events in Japan and a few other places drew his attention away from it. When she went away, she asked him to join her team of dark, brooding, vigilantes in her absence. Her presence during the New York incident indicated that she was back sooner than expected. He did not want her to know that he hadn't kept his word; mostly out of fear that she would shoot him in the kneecaps or someplace worse. Aside from Mexican soap stars, she held nothing sacred. So now Clayton was in Chicago to find the Phantoms and make it look like he'd been helping them the whole time before Elaine asked any questions.
The only problem was that when his cellphone was destroyed, Clayton lost his only means of contacting the Black Knight. He would just have to attract their attention somehow. Night was beginning to fall which meant the criminal activity was beginning to rise. He assumed trouble would be easier to find in the seedier parts of town and headed there to do so. Where trouble was, the Phantoms were sure to be found. He just didn't expect to find it so quickly. Clay turned the corner and there she was: La Chica Loca de Demonio herself. He quickly spun around to go back the way he came. It seemed best to just avoid her until he could officially join her costume crew. She seemed to be extremely interested in some shattered glass on the ground. He didn't care what it was or why she was so interested, but hopefully she was too preoccupied to notice him while he slipped away.
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by Arcana on May 6th 2012, 10:18 pm
"Don't you think it's a little extensive to have the suite? Why couldn't we like get a normal room?" Sean asked plopping back into a plush red blanketed bed. Arms crossing behind his head as grey eyes glued themselves to the ceiling. Air-conditioning was doing its job as it pumped sweet cold air into the room, brushing like the embrace of a lover against his naked skin.
"Because I don't like to half ass things. Beside, we're the heads of two of the most prominent magic families in the world; we should treat ourselves to nice things." Aaron answered pouring himself a bubbling glass of sprite as he turned towards the raven haired young man.
"Yeah but it feels a little too much."
"Don't be such a whiny bitch Sean. Its not cute."
"Whatevs." Sean grumbled rolling out of bed as his eyes caught a glimpse of the hopeless looking sky above through the giant glass window. Bare stomach meeting the soft carpet below
"Now put some damn clothes on. We can't go out in the city with you naked." He said sitting on the opposing corner of the bed. Sipping on the soft drink slowly as he fixed his tie with a telekinetic hand. Eyes moving over the multiple burn scars that dotted Sean's torso as well as his back and thighs. "Tommorrow we have a lot of business to deal with,so I want all my sight seeing done today." Sighing Sean sat up and picked a pair of khaki colored short and a rainbow splattered graphic tee from a pile of clothes, he had thrown not only two hours ago onto the floor. As well as checkered boxers. Quickly putting them on in a haze of exhaustion
"Fine but we have to go to that Willis tower place. I hear its pretty tall." Sean muttered pulling the shirt over his head as he smacked his lips together.
"Whatever you want." Aaron shrugged walking over to him and pressing his lips lightly against Sean's. Walking to a mirror by the door. " Just get ready quick. Two converse slapped Sean In the face, causing him to curse lightly. Though he didn't really do anything else as he put them on. With a simple tying of strings he was ready. Aaron smirked, making sure his suit was clean.
"Why the hell are you wearing a suit?"
"Because I feel like it." That was all the answer he needed really.
Sean and Aaron were taking in Chicago for all it was worth. All of its great destinations were victim to their curiosity as they walked about. Sean licking on a vanilla ice cream cone, already half eaten. While Aaron simply sipped down a soft drink Eyes framed in prescriptions glasses as his contacts were beginning to become uncomfortable. Honestly they didn't know how long they had been walking but Aaron was feeling the fatigue from the hours of walking.
They were ready to take a much needed break from walking or the blonde was; until the most interesting sound caught Sean's ear. Sure the sound of gunshots were common to a hero of Sean's caliber (a sucky one.) but he was in the mood to leap into action. To save people and stuff. People were mostly stuck on some sort of sporting event, so they didn't even notice the sound of the deadly projectile slinger. Aaron personally wanted to ignore it but they had nothing better to do. Sean licked the drop of semi melted dairy treat from the side of his mouth before moving to investigate.
Though to his disappointment and relief it was just an odd Asian girl staring at a mirror. It was broken, most likely by the bullet that caused the sound. Questions rose like a wave at sea and Sean was unable to deny them. "hey…urm you know its kinda against the law to fire a gun in the city right?" he said taking a bite of his icy cold treat. As Aaron simple stood behind him as if he expected something negative, Though he was prepared just incase. Though nothing less could be expected from the people of Chicago. If it was anything like New York anyway.
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by Danger on May 7th 2012, 3:38 am
Light from the sun bounced off the broken shard in her hand. Beams flickered raced along the bricked walls Elaine ran the light along. With each flick of her wrist she could change the vantage point she wanted to see. People could disappear and reappear and the street always remained the same. Only the people changed; they left. Once the city comes it stays, and it will outlast us all. Everyone came through this city, and it traveled with them.
While time took all those bypassers away into the urban foliage, one man took acceptance to her observation. The quantum observer effect lived up to its theory. "Shit just got real."
"Speaking of things getting real, I'm here." The small orange corgi inhibiting her senses came into her view as she lowered the shard of glass.
"Why is that guy running?" Something about the way he ran tipped Elaine off as her head pivoted over her shoulder so she could watch him.
"I don't know, maybe he's met you, or has some idea of who you are. Maybe he just makes good life decisions." His small legs laid under his sitting body in hopes Elaine would remain stationary for some time.
"Why would that make him run?"
"Do you know what Socrates said about the observed life?"
"Observing him sounds like a good idea." Against the wishes of her companion she stood to her feet and turned to walk towards the street. A voice sounded out from behind her informing her of the city restrictions on fire arms within the city, but Elaine brushed it away as her spirit companion going on about things she didn't care about. "I got this. I'm just going to beat the truth out of this dirt bag, but you sound a lot different when my back is turned." Her palm rested on the chamber of her pistol, massaging her finger over the ammunition dispatch within her holster. Anyone afraid of Elaine must certainly be a criminal. Why else fear the law?
She darted in and out of her jumps placing her in an alley in front of Clayton's course. With a drawn pistol Elaine leaped out knowing she would leave enough of a closing distance she could squeeze off a few rounds before needing to jump to safety. "What are you doing in my city, boy?"
by Super Cutie on May 7th 2012, 4:15 am
It was even easier than he thought it would be. Clayton went unnoticed while crazy talked to herself. Why did it have to be her? He wondered why it couldn't have been one of the other Phantoms so he could put his lie into motion instead of come close to getting caught in it. Still, it was the first time he survived a run in with her without acquiring any new injuries, physical or psychological. Small victories.
He would find another area before calling her to tell her she could take his place on the team back. He was sure the Phantoms would back his claims given her probable reaction to the truth.
He neared an alleyway. It would be the perfect escape route if Elaine weren't standing there with gun in hand blocking his path. He cursed those goddamned shadow-jumps of hers. She wanted to know what he was doing in her city, and probably why he was so clearly avoiding her. Clayton had to talk fast because he knew she would have no problem pulling the trigger. It was an unusual way to treat friends. He was about half sure she considered him a friend, anyway.
"Boy?" He gave a puzzled look, "Well, girl, I'm here in Chicago because you told me to come hangout with your super friends. Remember?" He could never be sure what she remembered. "Don't tell me you forgot! Well, you're back now, so it looks like it's time for me to hang up the cape. Just in time too. Well, see ya around, kid." His tone was soaked in mock sincerity and if he talked any faster his tongue would surely fall from his mouth. If that was enough to fool her, his promise was kept as far as she knew and he could get as far from her and the city as possible. He took steps forward in an attempt to pass her and get on the next flight back to Los Angeles.
by Arcana on May 7th 2012, 5:37 pm
It seemed the girl was uninterested in what he had to say or just didn't really care if he said anything. That or she was painfully delusional. Aaron snickered as she walked away, though he disappearance was somewhat of a surprise to him too. "Do you think we should help the guy? Seems like that girl is kinda crazy or…on something." Aaron suggested raising a light brow. Sean shrugged,which meant he didn't care either way about it. So they walked after the two.
"I wonder if its some kinda lovers spat or some shit like that."
"Because all normal girlfriends teleport and pull guns on their lovers?" he asked rhetorically pulling his cellular device from his jacket pocket and typing in a sequence of keys. The crazy girl was indeed pointing a gun at the strange guy. Though why was another question altogether and one he didn't have the answer to. Since he wasn't a psychic and knowing usually required reading a persons mind.
"Hope I'm not interfering with an argument or anything. Though its kinda dangerous to point a gun at someone don't you think?" Though Aaron stepped back rapidly texting into his keypad as if he unconsciously knew shit was about to go down. Sean had an idea too but he was trying to help out. Though it may have not been the best way of doing so; since disarming someone is a much better way.
by Danger on May 10th 2012, 5:12 am
"Well, son, I had to come back because of the lack of respect I get from the ungrateful haters of the world." Elaine air quoted the words haters in a blatant disregard for what she should use those for while keeping her fingers in a precarious spot over the trigger. "So, I decided to try this therapy thing." Again with the fingers, but this time around therapy. "I talked to this guy and made him have a breakdown and then this dumb lesbian came in and told me I wasn't really a hengeyokai princess from a dimension where corgi rule and live in peace." As she finished her explanation, complete with air quotes around the word "peace," her gun abruptly discharged into the air.
Rightfully fearing for her reputation, Elaine tossed the gun towards a new arrival to the conversation. As Sean began to approach Elaine over her gun display, Elaine made a motion only in her best interest. "Now it's your problem." With no regard for anything relating to him, she took two steps and disappeared from the now crime scene, leaving Sean to fend for himself. The gun shot attracted all the wrong attention from all the wrong people. Two police officers began to make their way to ascertain what just happened in the crowd. Neither saw exactly what happened, but the quickest way to call the police is always with a little gunfire.
From the other side of the street, Elaine watched from a tiny bistro. She assumed Clayton would do something to relieve the tension of the situation, and if nothing else Elaine would testify as a character witness at his court day to keep him out of jail. Elaine knew her reputation would probably get him the worst sentence if she defended him, so if summoned she would do all she could to try and prosecute him herself to force a mistrial. These were good ideas, she thought to herself.
"Excuse me miss." A bespectacled man unwillingly sharing a booth with Elaine tried to gain her attention. His tone came as timid as his stature. "We..."
"Shh!" Elaine shouted her silencing gesture to the man, turning his cheeks flush. "I'm busy."
"Well." Words slowly gathered around his mouth. "We were having lunch when you."
"Shh!" Elaine shushed the man again with no regard to him, his lunch, or his poor wife whom gazed on his shock. "I'm seeing if that guy over there who fired that gunshot is part of some sort of bigger plan, like a conspiracy to take down America."
"Oh my, is that possible?" His tone came off as though they were discussing some nonchalant topic such as the weather.
"Oh yeah, your safety in everyday life is completely unprotected. At any moment anyone could kill you for any reason." Elaine assaulted the man with a very confident fallacy. "The police are completely ill suited to do anything to help anyone, and all people with power merely help themselves. You're lucky your still alive to be honest."
"I didn't know it was that bad." Feeling distraught for his curly haired wife whose eyes stopped blinking when Elaine first appeared, the man tried to bring some reason to the conversation. "Is there anything we can do to help you?"
"Start by buying lots of guns. Having a gun is the next best thing to being able to make a positive difference in society. Backgrounds screenings are only necessary if you buy a gun from a shop. There's plenty of drug dealers and other criminals you can buy guns from with no background check. They all hang out in seedy parts of town, so you don't need to worry about the police getting all up in your business either."
"Oh my, I had no idea."
by Super Cutie on May 12th 2012, 9:54 pm
"Well, that sounds spectacular." Clayton responded to Elaine's recollection of the day's events, "But anyway, I'll --" He was interrupted. Some flippy haired scenster had taken it upon himself to inform Elaine on the dangers of loaded firearms as what was probably his boyfriend stood back and rapidly texted with apparent urgency. Under any other circumstances Clayton would have asked the boyfriend who his tailor was, but it just was not the time.
The couple had no idea what they were getting into, and he was content to disappear and let them find out on their own despite his curiosity over which one of them would be the first to be physically injured.
He continued on his way past the cowgirl when she announced that something was someone else's problem. He turned just in time to see her toss her pistol directly into kid-with-the-hair's face before disappearing. His curiosity was officially satisfied. He had to chuckle some at the look on the guys face when the gun connected. Pain could be awesome when it happened to other people. The joke didn't last very long. Two police officers appeared almost suddenly. They both immediately dropped to one knee and had their pistols drawn. Their time was not bad for stereotypical chubby cops with flat-tops and mustaches. "How 'bout you fellas drop da gun dere and get yer hands on yer heads." one of the officers barked with a thick Midwestern accent. The accent made it hard for Clay to take him seriously as he reluctantly followed the orders. "You mind tellin' us what you boys are doin shootin a gun off in the middle of da city for dere?"
"Oh for fuck's sake, McGuinness, look at the way their dressed." The second cop spoke with less of an accent
"Suits?"
"Nice suits. Nobody in this area dresses like that, except made guys. These are clearly mob guys!"
"Dat true? You boys some kinda mafiosos?"
Clayton just rolled his eyes and sighed; as if he would admit it to them if he were. It all seemed like a bad joke. He needed to find a way to remove himself from the situation, because getting arrested is never a good thing, and getting arrested by officer fargo is even worse.
by Arcana on May 12th 2012, 10:18 pm
Sean stared blankly as the pistol collided with his forehead, and fell into his hands. Along with his dairy treat which fell all over the concrete as well as a few drops splattering on his converse. "Ow" He muttered rubbing his forehead before looking at the guy in the suit instead of the crazy bitch. He stared for a second at the weapon before realizing something. The weapon was fired off and he was holding it. Which caused his orbs to turn to cops who found a way to appear at the worst time possible. Aaron snickered as they blamed him for the bullet firing off though they quickly assumed he was of the Mafia.
"Wait I'm what?" he asked crossly. Sean had already dropped the gun as it clattered against the ground, though Aaron was set off by the comments. He was not some criminal and wouldn't be group with such. "I'll have you know I am not of the Mafia. " he said borderline on simply tossing their guns aside but he had enough control.
"I don't think that's the best idea Aaron. They have guns and stuff." Sean muttered to him a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead; as his mind raced for an answer. Though violence wasn't a suitable reply really, unless he wanted to start some shit in Chicago. Though he could tell he Aaron was getting serious by the fact he had put his cell phone away.
"Listen officers we don't want any trouble. We didn't fire the gun." he said swallowing. "It was a…crazy,teleporting Asian cowgirl" He said, realizing how stupid that sounded when it left his lips.
"...And once you really start to understand Alex Jones, you'll understand 9/11 never happened." Elaine continued on a long winded rant without anyone asking, or wanting.
"My father died on 9/11." A timid interjection sounded from the small woman across the table.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but your father is a liar." On cue with Elaine's misspoken words of misinformation the woman burst into tears. "I'll let you cope in your ways." And with those words Elaine disappeared from the small diner. A curvaceous crowd set up a trail for Elaine to follow through, keeping her attention focused on the task at hand. It only took her a few moments to hatch together a plan and with a quick step and a newly acquired trench coat, Elaine stepped towards the bickering cops.
"Cool your jets, sergeant..." Elaine strode onto the scene with all the ease and authority of a gruff and ridged desk sergeant that Lethal Weapon and Die Hard could teach her. "McGuiness is a good cop." She kept her hands tucked into the side pockets of the open trench coat, her hat resting along her back with the draw string tethered around her neck. "Detective Angara, HBIC division." She hardly looked older than twenty in normal time and space, but something about the cold colors of a city drew years around the girl's appearance. "You boys know what's going on? Looks like two brothers and a gay guy having some sort of trouble and they ain't needing to go on and have ya'll come in here exacerbating everything." She eyed the cop named McGuiness and lead her next words with her chin. "Look it up boy; that's why you ain't made sergeant yet." Whether or not Elaine's wild assumptions and character passed did absolutely nothing to give her reason to think over her actions.
"Now I think you boys need to be getting back to the precinct. You already missed your anniversary once and if you do it again you know yo wife is going to move back in with her mother again, and what kind of life is that for the kids." She kept her focus in between the officers to avoid hinting at which one she alluded to, thus strengthening her chances of actually landing one of her off chance shots in the dark.
"Hey! That's dismissive. Just because you don't understand her doesn't mean she's crazy. You don't even know her. And it's not exactly teleporting… Well, it kind of is, but you see, she has to-" Clayton stopped himself mid-explaination. Why was he defending Elaine?
"Well if ya aint a mob hitmen, wat are ya den, smartguy?" McGuinness smirked, knowing he had them all figured out. It was going to be a huge organized crime bust, and it was going to firmly establish his reputation as a hero cop. He could see the headlines, "Local Cop Mike McGuinness Finally Proves Mother Wrong." It was something he'd been waiting his whole life for. There was no way their flimsy story about magic Asian girls would hold up in court.
"Ok, guys, we've only got two pairs of cuffs here, and they won't let us have a car anymore after last time. So we're gonna have to cuff two of you together and walk you all to the station." The other cop took control of the situation while his partner day dreamed. It was becoming a recurring thing, and he was getting very sick of it especially since it was only his first year on the force. He stood up slowly and reached for the handcuffs on his belt when someone behind him told him to cool his jets. He quickly spun to face the voice. The Asian cowgirl was not just some crazy story after all. He was about to order her to put her hands on her head, but she just kept talking like some movie cop and he found himself unable to get a word in.
McGuinness was astonished to see a detective from HBIC on his beat. He has no clue what HBIC division was, but it sure sounded important. She even knew his name. It was almost an honor to have someone so much higher up than him know who he was, and that he missed his anniversary last year. She was clearly ontop of things. He would have to find his glorious arrest elsewhere. "Come on, Richards. We godda let da pros handle dis one." He holstered his weapon and motioned for his partner to do the same.
"I can't believe this! What are you, dense? Are you fucking retarded or something? She's obviously the goddamn Asian cowgirl those made guys were talking about." Richards kept his weapon trained on the newcomer.
"Richards! What did da chief say about racial profiling? Jesus."
"This isn't – She doen't even have a badge!"
"Sorry about him. You know how Rookies are dere, right?" He shook his head, "Come on, Rook, you got a lot to learn about real, honest police work."
McGuinness grabbed his protesting partner by the arm and proceeded to drag him off away from the situation. It left the four standing alone.
Clayton was confused, annoyed, and just wanted to leave, "Well, that was so fun, I think I'll just forget it ever happened. Thank you, Elaine, for getting me out of the situation you got me into." His words were staccato in their near confusion. "I hope you, and you two brothers have a nice rest of your lives." He turned to leave again, determined this time not to let anything stop him.
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by Arcana on May 17th 2012, 6:27 pm
"Wow,things are getting saucy." the voice chimed in with an almost chuckling tone as it bounced about the inside of his mind.
Though Sean's attention was focused upon the officers holding pistols in their general direction. What had he gotten himself into this time? His posture became uptight as he prepared himself for anything that could happen, especially with what looked like a rookie cop. He had enough dealings with law enforcement to tell who was fresh meat.
Luckily the more experienced was able to hold him within his place, at least for the time being.
The guy seemed to be defending the strange girl who pulled a gun on him,which felt a little odd to Sean. Considering no one he ever met took too kindly to having a deadly weapon being pointed at them. Though his story was being questioned and that was not a good thing in a situation like this. Aaron was fuming or he would be if he wasn't so pale. Not that he wasn't pale before but he looked bad.
His pallor grew worst with the introduction of handcuffs.
He knew he wouldn't last long in a prison of any kind, and he wouldn't. No matter the charge pressed against him, the Hale's had their connections. As did the Thiels but they were absolutely insane really. Atleast with a hatred for him he couldn't really understand. Before the blonde could even consider retaliating; the Asian girl return proclaiming herself as an officer. Of a nonexistent agency in fact.
If Sean weren't fuming inside he would be laughing. The name itself gave away the fact it were fake but The Law proved its painful ignorance once again. Though she managed to defuse the situation with ease. Except for the fact that she called them…..brothers. Even the guy thought that they were.
"Do we even look alike?" Sean mentally wondered raising a raven colored eyebrow. It was rare that anyone mistook Aaron for his brother; in fact it never happened.. Though Aaron couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his lips. It was pretty funny to him.
"Brothers? That's a new one. I don't really get conf….." He saw Clayton attempting to walk off. "Where the hell do you think you're going? I'm talking to you." His lips creased into a rather annoyed frown, eyebrows doing about the same. It was rare he let his business like demeanor fall like this,but he was accused of a crime;and then completely ignored. That can annoy someone.
"Calm down Aaron. I thought you were supposed to be the diplomatic one." Sean said repressing a laugh as he clapped his hand onto the blondes shoulder. "I think we should introduce ourselves. I'm Sean Collin and this is Aaron Hale. We aren't brothers, gladly." Sean said brushing a strand of his hair behind his hair out of nervous habit, though it easily moved itself form the position. That girl seemed a big enough threat on her own,and Sean was wondering what he interest in this guy was. As well as his interest in her.
by Danger on May 17th 2012, 10:11 pm
"Just keep your ears clean and wipe your nose rooks." Elaine gave a fake laugh along with what she thought cops used as small talk. To finish the charade while eluding any suspicions of her not belonging she tried to confusion the rookie by saying words. "Hey, tell Anderson the Bears, Bulls, and Sox all look good to win it all this year." She pointed her finger in a jovial manner offering a cocky laugh old friends would exchange.
Her smile faded as she turned back to the trio, raising her hand on level with her head and pointing her thumb towards the two officers. "Who were those guys?" Her eye brows shuffled as she took into account the ever changing situations and what she needed to do now. "You're not brothers?" She scoffed. "What are you homos?" Not listening for any answer to come back, she turned over to accuse Clayton with the last noun she used. "Now we need to embark on a new..." From the alleyway she caught the form of a man with the same brown cardigan from the man in the therapy session before. Only this time it looked like he brought along a rather large apparatus sitting upon a stand. "Deathray?"
Before anyone could chime in otherwise Elaine made her way towards the alley to abruptly intercept evil. "Nice death ray you got there." Hearing the last voice he wanted to hear ever shot a deep cringe down his back. "I'm guessing you don't have a license for it."
"It's not a deathray, it's an experimental..."
"Death experiment? And I bet you're going to use it on that playground over there." Elaine pointed out the inner-city playground devoid of any life.
"No, of course not."
"Why?" She interjected abruptly. "Are you a bitch?"
"Excuse me--"
"Too much of a bush league villain to kill a bunch of kids..." She gazes over to the block of land and decided to more accurately explain her estimation. "Probably mostly drug dealers and some homeless guys, but at one time they were kids and all time exists superposed within itself, so I guess you are too bush league to kill a bunch of kids. So what's it going to be." Elaine prodded her finger into the man's chest. "I guess you can either kill those kids or go to school and earn a real doctorate, and I think we all know you are cut out for real school."
by Super Cutie on May 23rd 2012, 7:50 pm
"Tough." He replied under his breath to Aaron's outrage. He knew from experience that the only way to win any of the games Elaine played was not to play at all. Chaos followed her even closer than it also followed him. Life was a perfect storm of senseless bloodshed every time their paths crossed; that the last storm took the life of an innocent girl was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life. Leaving before anything else could happen was the best option for everyone, including the possibly homosexual non-brothers.
He continued down the street past the alleyway where a professor dragged a large apparatus. It looked like a death ray. He made made extra effort to ignore it. Don't get involved. Don't get involved. He repeated in his head over and over again as he hurried off. If he hurried, he could make the light rail, and then be on a train home by the end of the night. Clayton liked trains because they had next to no security compared to airports.
Behind him, he could hear Elaine accosting the man with the giant death beam. She was egging him on to fire it at a playground. That would be bad. Still, getting involved would be worse. He was no hero. He continued off for a few more blocks when he felt a tugging pull at his stomach. Was it his conscience? Probably. It was certainly annoying enough. He spun around, determined to stop whatever mad science mishap was about to occur.
He found himself face to face with an abnormally large, pitch-black dog. The hellhound sniffed him curiously before snarling. Its eyes began to glow a deep orange, they almost looked like they were on fire. Clayton would later reason it was the glow of the streetlights reflecting on the dogs eyes, but at the time it made for a fearsome sight. He swallowed hard and took a slow step backward. "Easy, Cujo…"
"Kerberos, wait!" A girl's voice cried out from around the corner, and she soon followed. She had deep violet hair, and was dressed in a costume; something like your typical stage magician would wear, tophat and all. She skidded on her heels to a stop behind the dog. "Oh, Kirby! Stop it! This isn't either of the boys in the picture, you silly dog." She giggled, and the dog calmed itself almost immediately.
"This your dog, kid? You should really keep it on a leash."
"Don't worry about him. He just smells magic on you is all." She giggled again. "Now comeon, Kirby, we'll have to go looking again tomorrow. You know how Mr. Seth hates it when we're late for dinner." She scratched the dog behind the ear and they both disappeared behind the corner they came from.
"Magic?' Clayton shook his head. He didn't have time to be dumbfounded. He had to hurry back to Elaine. And hurry he did.
by Arcana on May 23rd 2012, 9:38 pm
Honestly Sean was beginning to think this girl was crazy, or crazier than the average girl anyway. Either was an eloquent enough guess really. Where this was going he didn't feel good about at all; especially with the introduction of a so called death ray. Something he only had ever heard about in Saturday morning cartoons, mostly about over the top superheroes if he remembered correctly. So hearing about one in real life came as a surprise really. Which seemed odd since he was so used to things strange, including magic. Though before he could really say anything to the others, they were basically gone. The male walking off and the girl dealing with the supposed death machine
"What the hell just happened?" Sean absently wondered blinking a few times to make sure he were not going insane. Part of him simply wanted to walk away and never see the two ever again but of course he never listened to part of him.
"I don't know but I have a bad feeling things will only get worst." Aaron replied once again typing into his cell phone before abruptly stopping as he stared at the small glowing screen. Lips turning into a disturbed line.
" Complications." he answered in a tone that was a mix between annoyance and anger. "It seems we might be dealing with some trouble, more than we expected anyway."
Sean snatched the cellular device from his clutches and glared down at it for a second, grey eyes darting across the screen with a certain severity. "So your sources are sure about this?" He asked, hoping he was wrong.
" They haven't been wrong yet." Which was sadly true.
Sean turned to the girl annoying the man with the machine and decided even with the possible threat looming over them, he would have to deal with the closest problem. "Now you're telling him to kill kids? Come on. That's just messed up cowgirl." Sean said eyes scrutinizing the death machine. "Besides,that death ray looks like a piece of crap. Did you Mail order it out of a comic book?" He was not helping one bit.


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Emerald Park retailer spreading "be kind" message after meeting Vegas shooting survivor
Lynette McGill is spreading the message "be kind," after an unusual encounter with a customer at the Emerald Park store where she works.
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Lynette McGill holds wishing bracelets at Bella Chic clothing store in Emerald Park. Photo by Michael Bell /Regina Leader-Post
On Monday at Bella Chic, McGill met a survivor of the Oct. 1 mass shooting in Las Vegas.
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The woman did not leave her name, but she purchased two bracelets, leaving one bracelet and a message on a yellow sticky note for McGill to pass on to the next customer.
This note was left at Bella Chic, a shop in Emerald Park, by a woman who survived the Las Vegas mass shooting on Oct. 1 and is doing 58 acts of kindness in honour of the victims. Photo by Facebook
"(She said) she's just going through a really hard time and she wants to pay it forward and do something kind," said McGill.
"It's been a really tough go these last couple months and she wants to do 58 random acts of kindness to pay it forward to people, and this was one of them."
The woman chose the number 58, she wrote, "in remembrance of the 58 angels who lose their lives that night."
McGill said their meeting was "touching and overwhelming." They both cried.
"She said it's very difficult to get out of house and she feels scared. … She doesn't know why she survived and others didn't," said McGill, who finds the woman's message "heart-warming."
"Just that random act of kindness, you don't know what people are going through, so it could change their whole day or their whole life," said McGill. "So just be kind and pay it forward and it could really help somebody out."
The simple friendship-style bracelets already had a positive message.
They are being sold as part of a fundraiser for a 13-year-old Emerald Park girl named Mya, who has cancer.
Bella Chic owner Michelle Strawford plans to donate $1,000 to the Saskatoon Ronald McDonald House, where Mya's family has stayed during her treatments.
"For her to choose these bracelets, it also means more to us than she probably knows," said McGill.
This is a positive story, said McGill, when "so many things that can be bad on social media."
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Q: Dictionary Initialization with uniqingKeysWith, anonymous closure I'm trying to understand the uniqingKeysWith initializer for dictionaries but encountering some problems when attempting to use an anonymous closure to specify which value in the tuple to use as unique keys.
let pairsWithDuplicateKeys = [("a", 1), ("b", 2), ("a", 3), ("b", 4)]
let dictionary = Dictionary(pairsWithDuplicateKeys, uniquingKeysWith: {$0.0})

This is giving me the error "Contextual closure type '(Int, Int) throws -> Int' expects 2 arguments, but 1 was used in closure body", and I've experimented with adding arguments but I can't figure out what the other argument is that it is refering to.
The non anonymized version below works fine but i'd like to understand the anonymized version.
let dictionary = Dictionary(pairsWithDuplicateKeys, uniquingKeysWith: {(key, value) in key})

A: The closure in init(_:uniquingKeysWith:) identifies the value of the duplicate keys.
let pairsWithDuplicateKeys = [("a", 1), ("b", 2), ("a", 3), ("b", 4)]
let dict = Dictionary(pairsWithDuplicateKeys) { (first, _) -> Int in
    return first
}

Output:
print(dict) //["a": 1, "b": 2]

Another Example:
If you want to add the values of the duplicate keys, the closure goes like,
let dict = Dictionary(pairsWithDuplicateKeys) { (first, last) -> Int in
    return first + last
}
print(dict) //["a": 4, "b": 6]

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Emmonak é uma cidade localizada no estado americano de Alasca, no Wade Hampton Census Area.

Demografia
Segundo o censo americano de 2000, a sua população era de 767 habitantes.
Em 2006, foi estimada uma população de 827, um aumento de 60 (7.8%).

Geografia
De acordo com o United States Census Bureau tem uma área de
22,3 km², dos quais 19,4 km² cobertos por terra e 2,9 km² cobertos por água.

Localidades na vizinhança
O diagrama seguinte representa as localidades num raio de 88 km ao redor de Emmonak.

Ligações externas

Cidades do Alasca

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Tag: Beck
July 1970 Music Wrap Up, Pt. 1
With everything that's going on out there these days on top of it being my least favorite time of year, to refer to them as dog days is an insult to dogs everywhere. But the music plays on. If I haven't said so in the past, these end of the month wrap up posts aren't simply what I deem to be "leftovers" not worthy of dedicated posts. In many instances they're an acknowledgement of my ignorance. In other words, I know what I know, but there's so much music I haven't absorbed in my 49.5 years, yet I continue to play catch up.
Three cheers to the first person to correctly name the band in that rather nondescript featured image at the top…
7/7/70: Parliament – Osmium
See, this is what I'm talking about. I could spend a year in a Parliament and Funkadelic 101 course and barely scratch the surface. Funkadelic's Maggot Brain (1971) and Eddie Hazel's Game, Dames and Guitar Thangs (1977) are in my rotation, but that still leaves, what, thirty or so albums? Anyway, Osmium was Parliament's debut album, released 50 years ago this month. Osmium is the chemical element of atomic number 76. Duh.
7/8/70: Beck Hansen born
Beck released his first album about 27 years ago, and he's been doing things his own way ever since. He's one of the more innovative musicians out there, and is certainly one of my favorite contemporary artists. I tend to gravitate toward albums like Sea Change and Morning Phase. He turned 50 earlier this month. Seems like yesterday that the McCartneys and Jaggers of the world hit the half-century mark.
7/14/70: Supertramp – Supertramp
Supertramp's eponymous debut album was released 50 years ago. It (as well as their second album, Indelibly Stamped) is an album I "should" be more familiar with than a couple of YouTube listens. It's a bit more on the prog side of life than what they came to be known for, which is why I never heard the album as a kid. I'm a fan of the Roger Hodgson/Rick Davies combo, and I love every release within their five album stretch from 1974's Crime of the Century to 1980's live Paris. 1982's …Famous Last Words has its moments as well. It's inevitable that I'll absorb this and its follow up a bit more, probably in the near future.
7/20/70: The Doors – Absolutely Live
This was the first live Doors album, and it contains performances from mid-1969 to spring of '70. It received rather poor reviews, but with the Doors one never knows what personal ax a writer might have had to grind with that band. The Doors were a group that people either seem to like or dislike without middle ground. Maybe it was the Celebration of the Lizard that sealed this album's status among Rolling Stone writers and their ilk. Live at the Hollywood Bowl was my live Doors listening experience during my formative years. Come to think of it, that might be the show they got the Absolutely Live album cover photo from. It's certainly not representative of the bearded and slightly bloated Jim of 1970. I'm still a fan.
July 1970: Fairport Convention – Full House
Fairport Convention is a band that I've raved about, and in a way I've patted myself on the back for having discovered them for myself despite my rural Midwest American 1970's-80's upbringing. But the reality is I only know and love the albums they did with Sandy Denny, which comprise three of the first four Fairport albums. Full House was their fifth. This was Richard Thompson's last appearance with the band, and it's apparently a very good album which follows in the vein of Liege & Lief but without Sandy, who had moved on to form Fotheringay. I just haven't heard it. Perhaps you can see the dilemma I face when trying to decide what direction to take with my music education: Funkadelic or post-Denny Fairport Convention? Have I reached a point where there's just not enough time to devote to all the sounds I've yet to explore?
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Il Büyük Han () è il più grande caravanserraglio dell'isola di Cipro ed è considerato uno degli edifici più belli dell'isola.  Situato nella parte turca di Nicosia, la capitale di Cipro, fu costruito dagli Ottomani nel 1572, l'anno successivo alla conquista di Cipro contro i Veneziani. Al centro del cortile aperto si trova una moschea con una fontana per le abluzioni prima della preghiera. Dopo aver trascorso in restauro la maggior parte degli anni '90, l'Han è stato trasformato in un fiorente centro artistico, con diverse gallerie e laboratori. Nel cortile ci sono anche diversi caffè e negozi di souvenir.

Storia
Secondo i documenti storici, l'edificio fu costruito nel 1572 sotto gli auspici di Muzaffer Pasha, il primo governatore ottomano di Cipro, e fu modellato sul modello del Koza Han di Bursa. L'edificio sarebbe stato costruito sui resti di uno più antico. Tuttavia, l'archeologo Tuncer Bağışkan attribuisce la costruzione del caravanserraglio al suo successore, Sinan Pasha, poiché Muzaffer Pasha era stato nominato governatore della Tripolitania il 26 agosto 1571. Esiste una lettera di Selim II sull'han in cui, dopo essere stato informato che alcune botteghe erano state demolite per costruire un caravanserraglio, ordinava che se questi non fosse stato redditizio per il Waqf, sarebbe stato demolito e sostituito da nuove botteghe. Il giornalista Ahmet Tolgay, tuttavia, ha scritto che Muzaffer Pasha ordinò la costruzione e supervisionò l'inaugurazione dell'edificio prima dell'esecuzione. Secondo l'İslâm Ansiklopedisi, Muzaffer Pasha richiese a Costantinopoli un architetto per la ricostruzione delle fortezze cipriote. L'architetto inviato, di nome Bostan, potrebbe aver costruito Büyük Han.

Inizialmente, il caravanserraglio era conosciuto come "Yeni Han", "la nuova locanda". Fu anche conosciuto come "Alanyalılar Hanı", "la locanda di quelli di Alanya", poiché era frequentato da mercanti di Alanya. Tuttavia, quando il Kumarcılar Hanı, più piccolo, fu costruito di fronte alla piazza Asmaaltı, nel XVII secolo divenne noto come "la Grande Locanda" (Büyük Han).

Dopo la conquista britannica nel 1878, l'han fu restaurato per essere utilizzato come prigione. Fu utilizzato come prigione centrale di Nicosia tra il 1892 e il 1903, quando la prigione fu trasferita in un nuovo edificio a ovest del Pedieos. Negli anni 1900 e 1901, quando l'amministrazione britannica lasciò l'edificio, i negozi sul retro furono ampliati fino al punto di incontro con la strada, con il permesso dell'amministrazione dell'Evkaf. Tra il 1903 e il 1947, l'edificio fu utilizzato come locanda. Tra il 1947 e il 1962, divenne un rifugio per le famiglie povere che potevano affittare stanze a basso costo.

Architettura
L'Han si sviluppa su due piani e ha una forma più o meno quadrata; le sue dimensioni sono 50,67 m per 45,25 m. C'è un ampio cortile interno che è circondato dalle stanze che hanno colonnati con volte a crociera davanti. Ci sono 68 stanze in entrambi i piani: quelle al piano terra sono state storicamente utilizzate per il commercio, mentre quelle al primo piano sono state storicamente utilizzate come alloggi. Ci sono anche 10 negozi a un piano dietro il colonnato dell'ingresso orientale.

L'ingresso all'han avviene attraverso due porte a est e a ovest. La porta principale si trova sul lato orientale e dà su Piazza Asmaaltı. In ogni stanza sono presenti camini di pietra esagonali o ottagonali posti sopra i camini; Rupert Gunnis ha trovato questi camini peculiari e ha affermato che potrebbero provenire dall'edificio medievale che sorgeva in quel luogo.

Al centro del cortile interno si trova un tipo particolare di masjid, noto in turco come köşk mescidi ("masjid della villa"). Secondo Bağışkan, le pietre utilizzate per costruire questa masjid provengono da altri edifici. Il masjid corrisponde a masjid simili costruiti in caravanserragli anatolici come il Koza Han a Bursa o il Rüstem Paşa Hanı a Edirne durante il XIII-XVII secolo. Nel 1927, George Jeffery notò che il masjid era utilizzato come fienile.

A sud-ovest della masjid si trova una tomba. Tradizionalmente si ritiene che questa tomba appartenga a una persona di alto rango morta durante il culto nella masjid o a Muzaffer Pasha stesso, che secondo la tradizione sarebbe stato giustiziato. Tuttavia, Bağışkan richiama l'attenzione sulla nomina del pascià in Tripolitania e afferma che è un mito che sia sepolto lì. La tomba era storicamente utilizzata come luogo per le offerte, anche se questo uso è terminato "molto tempo fa".

Uso attuale
Da quando è stato restaurato, l'amministrazione Evkaf ha imposto nei contratti di locazione che tutti i prodotti venduti all'interno del Büyük Han siano fabbricati dagli stessi affittuari e ha vietato la vendita di articoli prodotti esternamente. Per questo motivo, i negozi del caravanserraglio vendono oggetti di artigianato tradizionale cipriota e la maggior parte degli affittuari sono donne che producono tali oggetti.  L'amministrazione Evkaf effettua controlli per garantire che gli affittuari rispettino i termini del contratto di locazione e li avverte in caso di violazioni.

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Altri progetti

Architetture di Nicosia
Caravanserragli a Cipro
Architetture ottomane di Cipro


text: Q: SQL Performance using JOIN instead of IN CLAUSE I see a lot of places suggesting using INNER JOIN's instead of writing IN CLAUSES because of performance reasons. None of them explain why, though. Can someone provide a detailed explanation why that is?