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Here Be Sea Dragons
Summary: The seas are on fire as the Westerosi invasion of the Iron Islands begins.
Related Logs: The Greyjoy Rebellion logs in general.
The Perilous Sea
Water and ships and such.
Sat Feb 18, 289
The waters about the Iron Isles have long had a sinister reputation. For the Riverlords who have filled the cogs and galleys of the Redwyne fleet, the day is particularly ominous. Storms had delayed their crossing for a time, and the passing of rain and wind has left the waters of Ironman's Bay still and shrouded in a low lying mist. Visibility is lost past a hundred yards or so, just enough to keep sight of a few vessels to either side, the sort of day at sea that conjures to memory tales of krakens, leviathans, and fire breathing sea serpents.
The bulk of the fighting men (as well as their horses, supplies, and war machines) have been packed aboard the cogs- comandeered trading vessels- leaving the Arbor's war galleys free to screen to screen the westerly voyage of the naval formation. Sea sickness is common, especially with the lost visibility.
One thing about years of living as a mercenary is that the travel, some of it by boat, does tend to give one a pair of sea legs, or at least preserve hem from upending their most recent meal overboard. So, Gedeon Rivers is doing well enough, standing on one of the cogs and peering out at the soupy mist drifting over the sea, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
Jarod is packed in among the other cogs which are the knights of Westeros, looking decidedly green. The Rivers is not a born sailor, as he's learned from his stomach during the voyage. He has planted himself by side of the ship and is grimly waiting for his time at sea to mercifully end.
Luckily for Kell the passing weather had left the waters still or he would be in bad shape right now, either huddled in some dark corner of the ship trying not to hurl or failing that, at the railings of the vessel heaving whatever is in his stomach, if anything, overboard. So for now, the Hedge Knight is holding his own against the battle of sea sickness, but who knows when his willpower will fade. He certainly doesn't look pleased, though knowing it is what must be done, his lips thinly pressed together and unsmiling.
Tommas stands, hands braced against the edge of the rail galley. His bow hangs, unstrung but ever-ready over his shoulder as he does — recalling those tales of monsters in the deep and watching the mists uneasily. The tinge to his skin is still a little green, food sitting uneasily in his stomach. "I do not like the lay of this weather," he mutters, looking along the rail to the other men who stand there. "This is the sort where the deeps take their own."
"Ships. Why must it be ships," comes the muttered words of Aleister, who has taken on a rather interesting greenish hue. Resting at one side of the ship, his arms are drapped along the rail, head tilted down and eyes partially closed. Clearly, the man isn't used to travel by ship and judging from the sounds that follow his words, it seem as if his stomach threatens to revolt again.
The Nayland militia is tucked safely aboard the sea cogs, some alternately retching, dicing and cursing the Iron Isles and their Drowned God. On the other hand, the Nayland Guardsmen are already outfitted and ready to go, on deck unlike their levy counterparts. They've got their crossbows draped over shoulders or leaned against the walls, along with other fighting implements, and wait patiently. Not all of them look good with the sea, but some seem to tolerate it better than others - Ser Bruce Longbough is one of them, though he by no means looks happy to be on board a ship. His rather new, short reddish brown and grey beard is soaked in sea water, and he grips his crossbow tightly.
Filling out the ships had been a logistical challenge of its own, keeping Brackens apart from Blackwoods, Freys apart from Mallisters, and Flints on their own boat. While imperfect, the organization of the armada is impressive, as the long day at sea grinds on. Whether for the slow setting of the unseen sun (awareness of time is another casualty of the passage), or for a greater thickness of mists, the air seems to have grown darker.
Calls between the ships when one starts to drift closer to another are among the only sounds from beyond the boat to hold a man's attention. That is, of course, until an unseen ship ahead raises a trumpet signal.
Amongst those packed up on deck of the Nayland's cog is one who stands out, only because of his drab surcoat of brown, and the fact that he's been dry heaving for the better part of an hour. "If the mother could calm my stomach, I think it'd only be long enough to retch anything else I could swallow back out." A sniff before he's rubbing the back of his hand along his scarred mouth. A turn of his bald head and the Chaplain manages a weak smile, towards the knight close by. "You'd think growing up by running fucking water I'd be able to handle a boat. Sure- I can east and drink. See a man grip his own innards, but you put me on a boat, and I cannot hold a damn thing down.." Pausing long enough to spit out into the waves, Marsden Streem does manage to stand a little straighter. "How close are we?" As if the knight would know.
Squire Rowan stands solid and loyal by the side of his pale green Ser, looking — while not delighted by his circumstances — certainly better off in the seasick department. He reaches out a hand to steady himself as she craft lurches and bobs, placing the other on Jarod's shoulder. "Anything I can get you? Other than the fuck off the boat?" he asks in wry sympathy.
Kittridge doesn't look green, or uncomfortable, except for his constantly obvious dislike of this entire war thing. He stands at the rail beside Tommas, hair whipping about his head in the wind, catching mist and spray and sending it flying again. He's given up trying to keep his face clear, just turning it into the wind. "If we wait for a perfect day to cross we'll be waiting months," he remarks to the big man beside him, "This is the best it's been yet. Just be glad it's not so cold here. Up at Gulltown the spray's so cold it's like knives in your face."
Keelin is not a sailor by any means. He's simply curled up by one of the railings, more than a little green and not the least bit happy. He's not currently retching, but that's mostly because he already has emptied his stomach completely. Not a word is spoken to anyone, as he just sits there, until he moves into sudden motion as he has to dry heave once more over the side, before he settles down and growls at the indignity of it all.
Having been on boats before, but not for much time on larger ships, Martyn's avoided most of the seasickness that a number of other people's been hit with, at least. So he stands on deck, looking out into the sea a bit carefully. He's a bit away from the railings for now, leaving that spot to those in more need of it, like the seasick ones.
A hand moves out towards Aleister's shoulder, as the gloved hand simply squeezes down in it's usual vice like hold. "Oh, I don't know Coz." the weathered voice, could only belong to Ser Quellyan, as well as the grip. Unlike his good cousin, the Blackrood seems rather undaunted by the ship. In fact, he seems quite-oh what's the word? Merry. A grin their fierce on his face before he is looking back to the Master At arms, and leader of the Charlton contingent. "I think it's slightly calming. You know when we're not pitching about." A chuckle there before he's draining something from the wineskin in his opposite hand. "Also, If you drink enough, everything balances out. Now I understand why the sailors flock to the taverns." a beat. "Well, one of the other reasons, at least. Maybe we should take up sailing.." or just Quell should-to go with his drinking.
"Aye, m'lord. That'd be colder than hell's tits that would, sharper too…but I don't like the look of this fog. You know my ma used to say that the Seven used the fog to hide their intentions," Tommas remarks uneasily to Kittridge, leaning forward slightly to peer over the edge of the galley and into the swerling waters. "Probably to keep us out of the orchards so as we wouldn't be running to the trees, not that we minded her much. It's just damn errie. It makes a man think of blacker things."
The first trumpet blast is followed by another, more rapid series of blasts, accompanied by a rising chorus of shouts from one of the unseen war galleys. Agitation spreads quickly aboard a ship, as captains are summoned and sailors rush to ready station. Ominously, amidst the shouts from the unseen vanguard are calls to either break- or keep- formation, and the two words, "Sea dragons".
"This isn't water, ya damned fool Halfsepton." Jests Bruce to Marsden, though by his tone it's a half hearted attempt at humour to relieve the thought that they will soon be landing on the Iron Isles. Bruce, normally inperturbable, seems a mite jumpier than usual. Perhaps the massive scar on the left side of his neck has something to do with that. "Close." He replies, without any real idea where they are. His sleepy blue eyes gaze forward, into the fog, but he perks at the sound of the trumpet. "Stand by, Guards."
"Sea what?" Gedeon queries to no one in particular, though his hand moves to rest on his blade. He moves closer to the edge of ship, near where Tommas and Kittridge stand.
"Fuck off the boat'd be most appreciated," Jarod mutters wry to Rowan, turning his head upward to briefly look at his squire. He crooks something that's probably supposed to be a grin. But it winds up as something of a grimace. And he has to promptly lean back over the side, groan, and retch some more. It's only after he's finished throwing up whatever was left in his stomach that he pulls his head back to blink back out to sea. Squinting.
Trying to keep his mind off of his rebellious stomach, Kell moves on the ship he is on which is occupied by Terricks since he has sworn to fight beside them for the campaign on the Iron Island. His feet brings him towards Jarod and Rowan, sea legs found by now opposed to the unsteady gait he had when he first boarded the ship. Now he wouldn't be able to climb the mast or riggings with easy but atleast he is able to move about the wooden deck with certainty. "Ser…" He greets Jarod and then Rowan with a nod before looking out towards the sea, "If only there was a wide and long bridge that connected the islands to the mainland, we don't need to take to the boats." He manages to say before any other words are interrupted by the first trumpet, then the subsequent trumpets that follow. At the warning of Sea Dragons, Kell's brows arch up as he looks at the others, "Surely he jests, dragons have been long dead."
Every bed time story of fire breathing wyms of the deep creeps into the mind as a flare of light in the mist. A source of shouts and panicked screams is revealed to be the burning shape of a Redwyne war galley, one of the many vessels of the seaborne vanguard, with sailors and oarsmen leaping off the burning deck into the (realtive?) safety of the water.
"Well, it sure isn't piss, Ser." Marsden quips, with a mirthless laugh, before heis looking back towards the bow of the ship and then over towards Ser Longbough. "Sea Drgaons? Surely they have to be fucking jesting.." And with that he's looking for his spear which was set carefully close to the railing. Snapping it up, he's fumbling to pull his coif over his bald pate. "Seven keep us." muttered before he is fumbling back for his helmet. The septon almost wretches before swallowing down nothing but cramps. "Though I 'spect, it's nothing to worry about.." a grasp at courage. Hopefully, for the Septon it will last
A look is passed over to his companion once the helm is slipped down. "Sea Dragons?"
The grip from Quellyan doesn't cause Aleister to lift his attention from the floor and it's only when the other Charlton begins to speak that the Master at Arms affords him a glance, one that comes with the hint of a frown and a soft snort, "Calming? I fear, cousin, that you are getting foolish with age." The frown shifts to that of a smirk, broken by another dry heave that makes it's threat, yet doesn't calm. When he's sure that his stomach will be still, he's looking back to Quell, "Bloody fucking s.." Wait, what? Sea Dragons? That draws a lift of the Knight's brow and as a hand comes to rub upon his face, he's muttering, "I am clearly not drunk enough for this voyage." But he makes no move for the wine skin, for the faint flare of light in the distance has seemingly drawn his attention.
"Shit," breathes Rowan, gripping the rail tight with both hands as though his first instinct is to jump in the water and swim to aid the burning vessel. "Shit, shit fuck shit — what the fuck is going?"
Keelin pauses and glances over to Martyn, the Mallster Lord and Knight obviously not too far away. "Maiden's tits, did I hear that a'right?" he asks, cause well - dragons surely can't be. No, there must be some mistake, mustn't there? "D'you think there's something in the drinking water? Or Maybe we better try to be ready for a fight." Like that'll work against a dragon. Warrior preserve us all.
Bruce's quick, purposeful steps take him towards the bow of the ship, and he gets his crossbow ready to load. Holding it with one hand, one foot in the stirrup, he fastens his helmet on with the other, and offers a shrug to Marsden. "I don't.." And then, through the fog, the Nayland Captain's eyes meet with the sight of the burning Redwyne galley. They go wide. "Ye Gods… Guards, ready yourselves." He repeats, more urgently.
Built of cured timber and with ropes lathered in tar to prevent fraying, one unfamiliar with ships might be surprised at how quickly a vessel built to pass over the water succumbs to fire, but the conflagration quickly swallows the doomed Redwyne vessel, which lists amidst the roaring sound of hungry flame, and begins to sink; the silken banner at its stern is the last thing to take fire. A fresh worry is added to the dread as sailors aboard the cog begin scrambling about with shouts of "Soak the sails! Water the fucking sails!" and seeking to take whatever small steps they can to prevent drifting sparks from swallowing their own ship.
"Foolish?" Quellyan parrots back with a grin. "No- not entirely foolish. Drunk, yes. But not foolish." and with that he's releasing Aleister's shoulder before he's reaching to cork his wineskin and let it hang by his side, uselessly. One hand rubs over his mouth as he squints out into the horizon. "I don't see anything. But, to be fair, Aleister…" Quellyan says as he looks to help his cousin up, a little straighter, if the man will allow "I don't know what a fucking sea dragon looks like. It could be a snake, or an actual fucking dragon. Which means I can cross that off the list of things to see and do before I do perish." A pause as he looks on and out. To where the flaming Redwyne cog can be seen. "Though- right now I can safely say I would not do a dragon…" And with that a hand points out. "Look." If there was mirth in the other Charlton knight- it is gone now.
"Sea dragons?" Kittridge wonders, right along with Gedeon and everyone else, "Is that a type of ship?" he guesses, before pointing, "Look!" as the burning galley comes into view through the mists. "Seven," he says, "That's not good. I knew this was a fucking bad idea. Look sharp, boys," he says to his fellows around him, "Who knows what's out there."
Sea Dragons. Tommas shoots Kittridge a pointedly bland look, unslinging his bow from his back to string it neatly. He notches an arrow in place, attention returning to the waters with a dark frown. "Sea Dragons, Ser," he drawls in answer to Gedeon. Didn't you hear the man? The newly burning Redwyne galley pulls his attention, pale eyes watching it for a moment before looking with renewed attention to the fogs. Stupid mists.
"Seven help them…Fuck," Jarod breathes as he slowly recognizes the light as a burning ship. He reaches out to clap his squire's shoulder, briefly. "Steady, Rowan." His mind is now off being seasick, at least, though this doesn't seem much of an improvement. He looks over at Kell. "Some sea trick by the squids, maybe? Just…stand ready." For what, precisely, he likely doesn't even know.
"Something with fire, apparently," Gedeon replies for what's out there, watching as the sea swallows the burning galley, "though I'll wait to see the scales and teeth before I concede they're dragons. Can we help those poor sots?" He leans a little further over the deck, peering at the men int he water.
"Sea dragons?" Martyn mutters to himself as he hears that, and sees the burning ship. "Oh…" Grimacing momentarily, before he looks over towards Keelin, offering a momentary grin. "In the drinking water? Ever seen a sailor drinking something as mild as water?" Yes, a joke in the face of danger. "I'm not sure, probably a good idea to be ready for it, just in case…"
Hearing the string of obsenities from Rowan, Kell answers in return, "I am sure they don't mean real dragons… they haven't existed for quite some time." However, the sight of the burning Redwyne War Galley coming into view shuts up the Hedge Knight very fast. "Shit. That thing lit up like a damn tinder box." Then it dawns on the knight that every ship can go up like a tinder box and on queue, the call for sails to be soaked is shouted. Jarod's words has Kell nodding, "I'll be standing ready and till the end, I for sure can't swim in the deep seas."
The reports of trumpets signalling between the scattered galleys of the Arbor fleet are pierced by a deep throated, thrumming groaning bellow from deep in the western mists. Of greater throat than any trumpet of any castle known to Westeros, the report roars on for several long heartbeats, before ending in an unseen splash.
In the moments that follow, the oarsmen and sailors which had fled the dying warship swim toward whatever friendly vessels they can with frantic desperation, calling for help in getting out of the water.
A sound similiar to that of a grunt escapes Aleister's throat as he gives a slight shake of his head in Quellyan's direction, "Bloody stomach is going to be the death of me, cousin." But, nothing else comes to be offered, for the site of the burning galley beginning to sink beneath the waves draws a slight shake of his head, "Something isn't right, Quell. Should have kept ourselves upon steady ground." That other sound, the one that comes much different from the other trumpet, has his head canting a touch to the side, lips curving back into a frown.
There's a frown from the halfsepton before he's looking out towards where Ser Bruce is spying out over the ocean. A swallow and he's looking back to the other guardsmen on deck, catching his shield off his back, the man moves to kneel down quickly and briefly. "Let us pray.." Some make to bow their heads, before the septon is barking back towards them "Eyes up, lads. The Gods' know your hearts!" a pause before he lowers his eyes. "Oh Holy Seven, we call on you today to guide us in mour mission against the heaten drowned men, but to you-oh smith we call out. See these ship to the shore, so that those watery bastards can see your craftmanship and fear for their crimes against us, your faithful..Warrior guide our swords, and our spears, as we meet our enemies, either on the sea-or on the Land." and there he thumps his spear as he moves to syand. "Stranger keep yourself far from us this day, and go for those that would harm your beloved.." and a turn of his head with another thump of his spear before he's looking on towards where the report comes from..And he breathes out. Just so. "And Father, judge those bastards that died before they could have vengeance…Fairly.." And with that he turns, to look out to the sea..As if the septon could glean something in this mess.
"Guards, get your covers off and load your crossbows." Ser Bruce yells to the Nayland men around them, leaning down as he does to remove a leather cover that is protecting the strings of his weapon. As he does so, he hooks the "cat's paw" on his belt into the string, lifting upwards with his body to wrench it back into the weapon's notch. A bolt is loaded. Once the weapon is ready, Bruce grips it tightly. A nod of appreciation is given to Marsden and his prayer. Some of the more sea sick and less experienced Guardsmen are steadied by it, somewhat. "Keep your eyes out for the treacherous bastards, lads."
"Still don't think that here there be dragons?" Tommas queries to those who stand with him, voice quiet in the echoing silence that follows the beast's great roar. "I bet she's quite the sight." That almost sounds fond, Tommas. The big man plants himself firmly where he stands, arrow notched as he watches the seas with a hunter's patience.
Rowan lurches across the deck, grabbing a coil of heavy rope and (after making sure it's tied to something secure, like the a mast) throwing it over the edge. "Whoever's not shooting fucking bow, tie off a rope and get it over the side!" the boy shouts. "There's men alive out there!"
Quellyan brings his hands to grip the railing of their cog, as he allows a nod back to Aleister. "Somehow, Aleister..I do not think we need to worry about your stomach ending you before whatever that was…" The man's face twitches for but, a second. "Oh, I will agree to that coz. For there is some bloody fucking devilry out there.." A pause as the other sound echoes out across the waves, and Quellyan grits his teeth and hardens his jaw. "Seven save us.." Fear, or realization?
The sounds and shapes of other Redwyne war galleys can be seen as the cogs sail on westward, maneuvering frantically against unseen enemies. The cog's captain shouts for his men to trim the sails, once those bold souls who balance their weight atop the yardarms in order to haul up buckets of seawater with which to soak the canvas against the embers and ashes of the burnt ship have done their work.
As the echoing bellow fades off into the mists, leaving only the shouts and cries of the Riverlords in its wake, fingers of fire begin to flare up to the west.
"Tie off here, lad," Jarod says, moving aside from the railing so Rowan can get the rope situated properly. "Give a hand with this," he says to Kell, squinting some more into the foggy waters. Trying to look at the waves themselves and not off toward where the Redwyne galley went up like a tinder. Though another flare of flames to the west makes his head twist in that direction. "What the fuck is out there?"
<FS3> Jarod rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Aleister rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Bruce rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Kell rolls Alertness: Failure.
<FS3> Pariston rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Kittridge rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Tommas rolls Alterness: Failure.
<FS3> Quellyan rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Martyn rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Keelin rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Marsden rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Rowan rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Gedeon rolls Alertness: Good Success.
"Can't be good, that?" Keelin says, hearing that sound and feeling it through the nape of his neck. "But we're here for vengeance, and what those nasty sons did to our Lord Jason. And a lot of other folks as well." He catches sight of the sinking ship, and that definitely brings the entire seasickness thing right out of his head. "Oh, bugger," he says, almost mildly all things considered. "Well, if we do die, it's been nice knowing you, m'Lord Ser Mallister," he says to Martyn with a nod of his head. "Meanwhile, I'm thinking that we might do better with ranged weapons. If we brought any. And had any targets.
Kell is already in motion when Jarod tells him to lend his assistance as saving men who are overboard is the priority right now, with no one to fight on the ship. For now, he is too busy focused on securing the ropes and getting ready to pull any soaked survivors onboard the ship that he doesn't really notice what the other Redwyne war galleys are maneuvering against. "Pray it not be dragons or this will one short campaign."
Gedeon's brows lift at that strange bellow that came from something other than trumpets. He squints out into the fog, drawing in a soft breath as he points towards the north. "There's more ships aflame!" he calls, "and… that's not a dragon, it's a ship with the head of one. They've loosed a ship afire!"
Bruce's eyes are darting around in an alert, controlled fashion, searching for danger and, well, anything through the fog to explain this situation and the chaos that begins to engulf the Riverlander fleet. He spots to the north, and to the south of the fleet more burning ships. "Captain!" He turns back, his voice carrying over the waves and screaming. "We've got flaming galleys to our north and south!" His eyes go back to watching, and he notes to the Guards, "Make sure if you've anything, you pass it up. Captain's gotta know what we see so as we don't go under, lads."
Martyn grimaces a bit as he hears the sounds and watches the happenings for a few moments, before he nods a little bit to Keelin, "We are… And if we die right here, at least it will probably be quick, right?" Always seeing the positives, it would seem. "But it's been nice knowing you too. And I hope it will stay that way for a long long time…" Moving over to the railing, he frowns a bit as he looks out there.
"There, there!" Marsden cries out, as his spear is pointing out to the north of their little cog. "Look, Ser Bruce. Those crafty ass bastards. That's what the sea dragon is…A burning ship." And with that the Septon is turning back towards the men, quickly "Lads! Those bastards who worship the dead are afraid of us! They are afraid! Those cowards know that the might of the seven, and the might of the Nayland Spears are coming for them! They've abaonded their ships afire! They hold no power over things of the deep! They hold no faith in their gods! have heart, my brothers-Have heart!" the septon yells. "They are pissing themselves, for their god cannot stop us! We will crush them, and make them see what those of the true Faith can do!" a glance back is given over towards Bruce with a shrug. "Best we can do is hope not to crash into them..Once they hit us, we'll come on fire…" Unless you can steer them away.
Keelin cusses again, moving to spit over the side of the boat, glancing out through the mist to see what he can see. "There's more ships afire, Ser Martyn," he says. "And the bloody ironers have sent out burning ships! With dragon heads, and afire. It's a dirty trick," he grumbles. His words are probably loud enough to be heard. "Looks like they might be ramming us with 'em. Or at least, they did one." Huh. Crafty bloody … Keelin goes off into a mental fugue of cussing out the ironborn, not that it helps other than giving him something to focus through.
Seeing the burning ships as he moves around Pariston moves with quick feet. Running around and doing what he has been told by superiors. Eyes spotting something that looks like a dragon. But does realize that it is a ship and turn his head back to the mission at . For the moment staying silent. Paying attention to everything around him.
"Well, I will be damned and buggered." Quellyan says with a half laugh. "They've lit ships on fire. Well isn't that a fucking lark." And with a snort, the knight relaxes a little. 'Surely our men at the helm and on the sails can dodge those things?" and he moves to brace himself slightly. "I bet it's like listing in the joust- We should skirt through like cake, eh coz?" That would be the drunk confidence in the older Charlton.
The sailors of the Reach know their trade well enough, and the cogs of the Redwyne fleet do not founder on the burning wracks of the dying galleys. To the south, unseen, a crash indicates that at least one vessel was not so fortunate, and to those of a military mind aboard the scattering armada, any sense of formation among the ships is shattered.
The other men shout and point through the mists, their cries of SHIP falling on deaf ears as their eyes see what fits their mind — but not what is. Tommas's jaw drops as he peers into the fog, watching the flames flames illuminating the beast's glorious shape along the waters. Its breadth curved like the prow of a ship as it turns, but until it as a flower is truly to a maiden. "Death itself," he murmurs reverantly, lowering his bow in the face of such a goliath.
Martyn grimaces at the mention of the burning ships, letting out a few choice words, before he looks to the sailors briefly, then back towards Keelin. "Makes sense, doesn't it. When such an army comes towards you with boats, do your best to take out the boats, and create panic…" He glances back towards the sailors again. "At the moment, they're the one that has to save us, I guess." Not liking it too much, it seems.
"Haven't been dragons in Westeros for hundreds of years," Jarod says grimly to Kell, gripping his knuckles tight around the rope once it's over the side. "Whatever's out there, it's no mummer's story. Oi! Oi! This way!" Shouted at the water. He pairs it with a sharp whistle, an attempt to beckon whatever men might be in the sea beneath them. Though with his attention at the waves, something else gets his attention. "Fuck…" he breathes again at the sight of the flaming ships north and south of them.
"Fire ships!" Kittridge spots, around the same time as others do, "Not dragons. I guess that's a good thing," he says, though he sounds vaguely disappointed as he says, "Sorry, Tomm." He hasn't got a bow, so he gets to just point them out and watch, which is a dubious sort of privilege, and one he bears tensely, with white knuckles and a tight jaw.
"Come on! You can make it!" Rowan leans over the rail, bellowing encouragement to the sailors foundering in the water. He goes to fetch more rope, skidding on the wet deck.
Kell can only grunt in agreement at Jarod's reassurances, "And let's hope it stays that way." He then leans over the railings, calling out loudly to the water treading sailors and men, "Swim hard! To the ropes, we'll pull you up! C'mon!" He can see the bright lit ships that are on fire on the northern and southern horizon but for now there are more important things on his mind, plus it is up to the sailors and Captain of this ship to see them safely to the other side.
Perhaps a dozen Redwyne men- sailors or oasmen, but smallfolk all- make their way to the cog as it sails past, hanging onto the lines and climbing aboard with a desperate dread of remaining any longer in the salt waters of Ironman's Bay. Gratitude and blessings are espoused in great volume to those who lend them assistance.
Bruce nods and looks approvingly at Marsden as the Halfsepton continues his frenzied sermon, but for now, the Captain of the Nayland Guard has nothing more to say himself. He's concerned with watching the waters to their ship's front, waiting for the apperance of Ironborn longships, or well, anything.
Pariston has bow around his body but he has other things needed at the moment. Helping out to try and get down ropes to those that are around in the water. Staying calm. "If anyone got a hand to help, it would be appreciated." He calls out. Though keeping a rather light tone even in the situation they're in. As for those that still believe it to be sea dragons he call out. "Those things are as much dragons as the ship we stand in. So forget about them for now." Continuing to pull up those in the water.
"Nae, my Lord. You're just not seeing it," Tommas disagrees, gaze following the drawn line of Kittridge's fingers. It is a Sea Dragon. He does not raise his bow again, staring at the beast with the body of a whale and a dragon's breath.
"It's a fire whale!" shouts another, confused man aboard the cog, pointing towards the flaming shape in the distance.
Keelin is spurred into action to try to help the men in the water. He glances around, then heads to find rope, blatantly copying an idea from someone else and tying one end to the railing, letting the rope hang down. Course he does skid across the deck a bit, and once he ties the rope, he has to retch again, his stomach still not happy with him. "Swim for the ropes!" he calls out, once that's done.
He's not much of a hand with a bow, so Gedeon moves away from the rail to fetch another of the ropes, tying it off and tossing it over the side for whatever men can reach it. "Here, lads!" he calls, "This way!"
Jarod continues whistling, which cuts louder than his bellowing, at the water as some men manage to reach the ropes. He takes one hand off to help haul one of the smallfolk sailors aboard. Then he grips with both again. "After this whole mess is done, if I never go to sea again, it'll be too soon," he mutters to Kell. His opinion of travel by boat is low after this voyage.
Marsden adds a half grin and more of a strained sneer on half of his mouth, due to his blasted scar. His spear moves to tap against his helm in a salute to the Captain of of the Nayland Guards. There's a turn of his head for a moment to look out as the Redwyne sailors do their things. "See, Captain. Every man likes to know where his heart is. And right now, ours think the Ironborn are in their arse. Seven keep us.." a kiss to his knuckle and the Septon nods on. "Smith, get us through.." muttered as well. No need to profane anything and jinx the lot of em.
As some of the men reach the wet ropes and begin climbing up, Kell waits until one is within reach of his arms and reaches down. Grabbing the survivor with a firm grip, the Hedge Knight hauls the man up over the railings with strength before falling backwards due to the momentum and force he used to pull the man to safety. He is quickly back on his feet again, to assist more overboard men to safety.
Like some of the others lacking bows, Kittridge steps up to the rail, grabbing a rope and doing his best to fish out survivors as they flail within range. "It's a boat, Tommas!" he insists over his shoulder.
Seeing the work with the rope and trying to get people out of the water, Martyn moves over to try helping with that. After all, he might not be a sailor himself, but he's done some fishing. Getting a rope fastened, he looks out into the water. "Get to the ropes!" In case those out there didn't hear the words from the others, after all.
A laugh leaves Quellyan at some poor bastard's shout. "Fire whales indeed, lads. Fire wha-Oh hellow.." And with that he's reaching his hand down to grab someone clambering up their cog's hand. Lifting the fellow, over the railing he's looking back to is cousin. "It's like fishing, this." A look down the rails to see others helping displaced men at arms and sailors lucky enough to make it to the boat and not drown. 'See, cousin..Nothing to fear..Except.." a nod off to somewhere hard to percieve on the cog. 'Fire whales.." and there he waggles his fingers as he laughs. And then he's reaching for his wine skin with a burp. "I need more to drink.."
"It looks ot be a fire breathing whale, my Lord Kittridge!" Tommas refutes with a wry note of frustration, shaking his head at his lord. Sea Dragons come in unexpected shapes. Despite being one of those with a bow, he isn't doing a lot of point it out towards the sea — perhaps in respect for the beast.
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On past the burning wracks the cog drifts. Trimmed sails make picking up errant sparks less likely, but so too do they make the travel slower. Drifting past the sinking hulks of several fallen war galleys, the sound of distant trumpets of ships trying to signal each other can be heard, but not seen in the heavy mists which shroud the Iron Isles.
As soon as enough men are at the ropes, he pull out his bow just in case. Moving to stand ready. Hearing the words from people still confused. "If that's a dragon then call me crazy. That looks more like a boat." He says. Some of the men around him seeming to calm down.
"The Ironborn hearts beat slow, but I think they're at their feet. We'll see what the beachhead holds for us." Answers Bruce to the Halfsepton, not tearing his eyes away from the sea. "Curse this damneable fog!" Exclaims the Stonebridge knight, in frustration.
Rowan reaches down and hauls a sodden, exhausted sailor onto the boat, then reaches down for the next. When the rope goes slack without the weigt of a climber, he gathers it and tosses it out far as he can, trying to put the end within easier reach of those whose strength is flagging.
"It's but smoke from the smith's fires, Captain." Marsden answers. His stomach and his feet, for once sure on this damned voyage to the isles. "As it aids them, it aids us as well. They won't know how many ships they got, let alone how many men are landing. We could use this to our advantage." A look over towards Bruce. "If we all carry two torches..We could make it seem as if all the West landed on Harlaw..and buy us some time until the fucking fog moves..Ser." Whether or not that idea would work and they would all be slaughtered while holding torches? Well…Marsden is not worrying on that. "I'll feel better when we're on land.. At least they cannot drown us on land.." the septon adds, with a nod out to sea. "We're sailing now, Ser."
Jarod keeps whistling at the water while he keeps his hand on the ropes. A sharp, piercing sound rather than a pretty tune. But it's more easily heard than a song. He'll stick to focusing on hauling whatever survivors of the other wrecks he can aboard. He has little ability to slay sea dragons.
Soon enough, all too soon, there are no more hands to grasp at the ropes, as once the galleys begin to sink properly, they drag down the doomed with them. The lights of the burning ships are lost one-by-one to salt sea and mists, and the air seems that much darker for their passing.
Keelin continues to help as he can, reaching an arm to help out one poor bugger, and then another, before the rope goes slack. He does keep trying, but with faint hope as the burning hulks sink and the lights go out, making it darker than it by rights ought to be. "Not looking good," he says slowly, shaking his head.
"And down they go.." murmurs Ser Quellyan as he pulls up his wineskin only to uncork it with his teeth, and take a swig, before pouring some over the side for the drowned men of Westeros. A shake of his head, and he moves from his Cousin. "I'll go see to our men, and horses.." And he is moving from the railing. Having seen enough of burning ships and drowning men for one time..
Getting one of those sailors out of the water, Martyn shakes his head, "Didn't know they had that ugly fish around here," he remarks to the man with a shake of the head, as he pulls him aboard the ship. Then looking to see if he gets another of them aboard, but there doesn't seem to be any more that's grabbed the rope. "That's not good…" he mutters.
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One of Houston's favorite daughters, television, film and theater star Phylicia Rashad comes home this week for art, but she plans on indulging in many memories of the "grace-filled time" growing up in Houston while she's here.
The award-winning actress, theater director and educator will join the Houston Symphony for a newly adapted, semi-staged concert version of Beethoven's masterpiece and only opera, Fidelio, serving as the opera's narrator. It becomes a very special performance for Rashad, as many years ago another narrating role right here in Houston first led her to become an actress.
She still remembers the teachers that helped her prepare and rehearse for that great responsibility and what a large influence that role would have on her future. "When I was 11 years old and narrated that festival, I know that's when I decided I would become an actress," she said.
We, of course, know the many characters Rashad has taken on stage and screen since then, but once in a while she again picks up the narrator title for musical performances. In fact, it was a recent appearance with the National Symphony Orchestra at the Kennedy Center as narrator for Aaron Copland's "Lincoln Portrait" that she believes might have led to the invitation from the Houston Symphony for this new concert.
For this adapted version of Fidelio, developed by Houston-based director Tara Faircloth, working closely with symphony music director Andrés Orozco-Estrada, Rashad will not recite characters' text from the opera but instead excerpts of speeches, poetry and literature from poets, philosophers and leaders, including Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Rashad was not too familiar with the opera before being asked to narrate, but certainly finds both a timeliness and universality to this story of a woman's fight for freedom for her wrongly-imprisoned husband.
"There are certain things that will always be timely. Reflections on the meaning, the purpose of life and human existence, certain questions that are asked today were also asked thousands of years ago," she said.
Speaking with Rashad makes it clear how much at her core she lies both an advocate for and educator about art. Perhaps she always has been since she first took on that mistress of ceremonies role in the sixth grade.
Growing up in an artistic and scientific household first laid the foundation for this live-long cherishing of the arts. Her mother is the award-winning poet and playwright Vivian Ayers and her father, Andrew Arthur Allen, was a dental surgeon. Actress, director and choreographer Debbie Allen is her younger sister.
Rashad says she climbed trees and played with friends in their Third Ward neighborhood, but her normal everyday existence also included a home where she constantly encountered art and artists.
"There was always books on different subjects, always music. There was always artists, musicians and professors in the house. They were always there and that was just ordinary and natural for me," Rashad recalled.
Perhaps her continuing success first came from this art-loving and art-making home, but she also remembers that whole Third Ward community as a place that pushed her to strive and achieve. Even now she can remember all the names of her favorite teachers at Jack Yates High School, the same school that her father attended.
And Rashad continues moving forward, nowhere near ready to retire. She recently guest starred in the ABC miniseries When We Rise and has a reoccurring role on Empire. She'll direct a play in Chicago next and plays a major role in the new Amazon comedy Jean-Claude Van Johnson that has Jean-Claude Van Damme spoofing himself.
"I thought: My god, I'm going to an action heroine," described Rashad about her reaction when she first learned of the project.
But before heading back out in the world continuing to make art and entertain, she's excited to make music with the Houston Symphony and plans to take the opportunity to visit old friends and simply walk down Houston's many memory lanes.
Phylicia Rashad joins the Houston Symphony for Beethoven's Fidelio on March 31 and April 2. For more information, visit the Houston Symphony website.


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Fire rages as rioters block the bridge above the Cross Harbour Tunnel during clashes with the police outside Hong Kong Polytechnic University in Hong Kong on Sunday. [Photo/China Daily]
State security authorities in Guangdong province have arrested two men for alleged involvement in Hong Kong riots and endangering national security, Guangzhou Daily reported on Saturday.
Lee Henley Hu Xiang, a Belizean businessman who lives in China, was arrested on Nov 26 by the Guangzhou State security bureau for "allegedly funding criminal activities that endanger national security" after approval by the city"s procuratorate, the paper reported.
"Lee had long funded hostile forces based in the United States, sponsoring foreign organizations and individuals to damage the country"s national security, supporting anti-China activities in Hong Kong and cooperating with external forces to intervene in Hong Kong affairs," the paper said.
Separately, the paper confirmed that Lee Meng-chu, an adviser for a township in Taiwan, was arrested on Oct 31 by the Shenzhen State security bureau for allegedly "spying on and illegally providing State secrets for foreign forces", after approval from a local procuratorate.
He is a key member of a "Taiwan independence" organization, who went to Hong Kong to support "anti-China" activities and sought military secrets on the Chinese mainland in August, the newspaper reported.
No other details were disclosed.
Last month, Ma Xiaoguang, spokesman for the State Council"s Taiwan Affairs Office, confirmed that two other Taiwan residents, surnamed Tsai and Shih, had been detained by authorities on the mainland on suspicion of participating in activities that endangered national security.
Their cases are going to trial.
"The relevant departments have handled the cases in strict accordance with the law, notified their families and guaranteed their legal rights in accordance with the law," Ma said.
The mainland had been cracking down on criminal activities endangering national security in accordance with the law, he said.
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Chern Nee credits the support of her colleagues and managers in helping her career to flourish over 25 years of working with Shell. As her career priorities have changed with different life stages, Chern Nee has been able to evolve her career and become an inspirational leader.
Chern Nee credits the support of her colleagues and managers in helping her career to flourish over 25 years of working with Shell. As her career priorities have changed with different stages and needs in her life, Chern Nee has been able to evolve her career and become an inspirational leader.
After beginning her career with Shell Singapore in 1991 as a trader, Chern Nee moved to the supply chain part of the business. She's now Economics and Scheduling Manager at Shell's Pulau Bukom Manufacturing Site.
Chern Nee shared her career insights during a 'Women@Work: Powering Forward' conference held at Shell Metropolis, Singapore, to commemorate International Women's Day 2016.
The conference – attended by 150 representatives of Shell and other multinational organisations – acknowledged the progress made towards gender equality in the workplace in recent years and discussed ways to accelerate the pace of change.
Chern Nee speaking to participants at the 'Women@Work: Powering Forward' conference to commemorate International Women's Day 2016.
Chern Nee facilitating the discussion during the 'Women@Work: Powering Forward' International Women's Day 2016 conference.
Ng Chern Nee, Economics and Scheduling manager at Shell Pulau Bukom Manufacturing site speaking at Women@Work: Powering Forward' conference held at Shell Metropolis, Singapore, to commemorate International Women's Day 2016.
Chern Nee said her personal values – resilience, passion, curiosity and humility – have helped her perform at her best. They fit well alongside Shell's values of honesty, integrity and respect for people – and as a leader Chern Nee encourages others to find and live by their own values to get the most from their work and personal life.
She believes that if you live by your core values, you'll come to epitomise them.


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Q: Set PSModulePath Environment Variable with PowerShell in Windows 10 I don't understand this.  So currently my system environment variable named "PSModulePath" looks like this:
%ProgramFiles%\WindowsPowerShell\Modules;%SystemRoot%\system32\WindowsPowerShell\v1.0\Modules

Now observe the following PowerShell script:
$envarname = "PSModulePath"
$envar = (get-item env:$envarname).Value
[Environment]::SetEnvironmentVariable($envarname, $envar + ";C:\Expedited", "Machine")

All it should be doing is adding the path "C:\Expedited" to the PSModulesPath environment variable, right?  Well, after running this script as administrator, the PSModulePath environment variable changes into this:
C:\Users\Username\Documents\WindowsPowerShell\Modules;C:\Program Files\WindowsPowerShell\Modules;C:\Windows\system32\WindowsPowerShell\v1.0\Modules;C:\Expedited

Notice how:

*

*There were originally two paths, each of which contained percentage signs (variables) in the original, but afterward they all changed directly into hard-coded paths.

*The "C:\Users\Username\Documents\WindowsPowerShell\Modules" path sprung out of nowhere (it wasn't in the original!)

I don't have any idea why either of these two things happened.  When adding a path to this variable, I would like to keep it as close to the original as possible, not make all these other changes.  Is there any way to preserve the percentage signs that were lost?  How do I edit this environment variable correctly from within PowerShell?

A: PowerShell - Get OS Environmental Variables without Expanding
You can use the Get-Item cmdlet with the -path parameter and then pass that the path of the registry key containing the PSModulePath environmental variable.
You can then use the RegistryKey.GetValue Method along with  DoNotExpandEnvironmentNames to get the string value of the PSModulePath environmental variable without expanding it.

PowerShell
$envarname = "PSModulePath"
$regkey    = Get-Item -Path "HKLM:\SYSTEM\CurrentControlSet\Control\Session Manager\Environment"
$envar     = $regkey.GetValue($envarname, "", "DoNotExpandEnvironmentNames")
ECHO $envar

Note: You will want to be sure you run this from administrator elevated PowerShell command prompt or ISE screen for it to work
  correctly.

Further Resources

*

*HowTo: Set an Environment Variable in Windows - Command Line and Registry

The location of the user variables in the registry is:
  HKEY_CURRENT_USER\Environment. The location of the system variables
  in the registry is:
HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SYSTEM\CurrentControlSet\Control\Session Manager\Environment

When setting environment variables through the registry, they will not
  recognized immediately. One option is to log out and back in again.
  However, we can avoid logging out if we send a
  WM_SETTINGCHANGE
  message, which is just another line when doing this programatically,
  however if doing this on the command line it is not as
  straightforward.

*Get-Item

*RegistryKey.GetValue Method

Retrieves the value associated with the specified name and retrieval
  options. If the name is not found, returns the default value that you
  provide.

*RegistryKey.GetValue Method (String, Object, RegistryValueOptions)

Use this overload to specify special processing of the retrieved
  value. For example, you can specify
  RegistryValueOptions.DoNotExpandEnvironmentNames
  when retrieving a registry value of type
  RegistryValueKind.ExpandString to retrieve the string without
  expanding embedded environment variables.

A: You are doing extra steps that are not really needed for your end goal. Just use the default as shown in the MS guidance.

https://docs.microsoft.com/en-us/powershell/module/microsoft.powershell.core/about/about_environment_variables?view=powershell-6

So, based on the above article, you should only need that last example, or just one line, by using the built-in default / automatic environment variables.
[System.Environment]::SetEnvironmentVariable("PSModulePath", $Env:PSModulePath + ";C:\Expedited","Machine")

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The introduction of a minimum price for alcohol in Britain could see retailers and manufacturers reap £700m in extra revenue.
The findings published today by the Institute of Fiscal Studies (IFS) are based on a minimum price of 45p per unit, an idea floated by the Scottish government before being rejected by opposition parliamentary ministers last week.
In the report the IFS suggests that an increase in alcohol taxation would be an alternative way to tackle excess drinking, at the same time as providing much needed tax revenue.
The research shows that the major beneficiaries of minimum pricing would be the stores that sell the most alcohol and those that sell at the cheapest price.
As the largest UK alcohol retailer, Tesco would see an increase in spending of 9%, should a minimum price of 45p per unit be introduced, while Asda, although alcohol revenues are lower in cash terms, would experience an 11% rise.
The findings follow chief executive of Tesco, Terry Leahy's backing of minimum pricing. In an open letter earlier this year to The Daily Telegraph he "welcomed the new government's commitment to act on below-cost selling" and pledged to "support any future discussions on a minimum price for alcohol".


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The 1895 New York state election was held on November 5, 1895, to elect the Secretary of State, the State Comptroller, the Attorney General, the State Treasurer, the State Engineer and a judge of the New York Court of Appeals, as well as all members of the New York State Assembly and the New York State Senate. Besides, the voters were asked if they approved of the State's issuing bonds for $9,000,000.00 to spend on canal improvements, which the electorate answered in the affirmative.
The Socialist Labor state convention met on July 6 at Troy, New York, and nominated Erasmus Pellenz, of Syracuse, for Secretary of State; Patrick Murphy, of New York City, for Comptroller; William F. Steer, of Albany, for Treasurer; Morris Berman, of Monroe County, for State Engineer; John H. Moore, of Staten Island, for Attorney General; and Henry Gray, of Westchester County, for the Court of Appeals.[1]
The Republican state convention met on September 17 at Saratoga, New York. The incumbent state officers, elected in 1893, were re-nominated, and Celora E. Martin was nominated for the Court of Appeals.[2]
The Democratic state convention met on September 24 and 25 at Syracuse, New York. Perry Belmont was Tempoarary Chairman until the choice of Ex-Governor Roswell P. Flower (in office 1892-1894) as Permanent Chairman.[3] John D. Teller for the Court of Appeals, and Horatio C. King for Secretary of State, were nominated by acclamation. John B. Judson was nominated for Comptroller on the first ballot (vote: Judson 311, John E. Ashe 99). Norton Chase for Attorney General, and De Witt C. Dow for Treasurer, were nominated by acclamation. Russell R. Stuart was nominated for State Engineer in the middle of the first ballot.[4]
Lawrence J. McParlin was nominated by the People's Party for Attorney General, but declined to run. He ran instead for Surrogate of Niagara County.[5]
The whole Republican ticket was elected. This was one of the very rare occasions when all incumbent state cabinet officers were re-nominated and re-elected.
The incumbents Palmer, Roberts, Hancock, Colvin and Adams were re-elected.
1895 state election results
People's ticket
Secretary of State John Palmer 601,205 Horatio C. King 511,060 William W. Smith[6] 25,239 Erasmus Pellenz 21,497 Thaddeus B. Wakeman[7] 6,916
Comptroller James A. Roberts John B. Judson[8] Frederick B. Devendorf Patrick Murphy David Rousseau
Attorney General Theodore E. Hancock Norton Chase Elias Root[9] John H. Moore
Treasurer Addison B. Colvin De Witt C. Dow[10] William R. Rathbun William F. Steer[11] Herbert L. Case
State Engineer Campbell W. Adams Russell R. Stuart[12] Walter A. Miles Morris Berman Elias H. Borden
Judge of the Court of Appeals Celora E. Martin John D. Teller[13] Edwin C. English[14] Henry Gray Charles Ward
Obs.: "Defective, blank and scattering" votes: 19,618 (Comptroller); 19,536 (Secretary)
Due to the adoption of the new State Constitution in 1894, the state officers and state senators were elected for an exceptional three-year term to serve 1896 to 1898, so that from 1898 on the Governor, the state officers and the state senators would be elected at the same time and serve concurrently a two-year term. Thus, this was the last regular election of state officers in an odd-numbered year. Until 1938, in odd-numbered years only the members of the New York State Assembly (which continued to serve a one-year term) were elected, and vacancies were filled, including the judgeships of the New York Court of Appeals which did not occur regularly but depended on the birthyear of the incumbents (if age-limited), the year when elected (if the term expired), deaths in office, or resignations.
^ Socialists Name a State Ticket in NYT on July 7, 1895
^ PLATT YIELDS TO THE RURAL STATESMEN; The Saratoga Convention Declares for the Enforcement of the Sunday Excise Laws in NYT on September 18, 1895
^ FAIR TREATMENT OF ALL DEMOCRATS; The Convention at Syracuse Controlled by a Determination to Establish Party Unity in NYT on September 25, 1895
^ NOMINATING A TICKET in NYT on September 26, 1895
^ McParlin Declines to be Sacrificed in NYT on October 16, 1895
^ William W. Smith, of Poughkeepsie, ran also for Treasurer in 1887, for Comptroller in 1891, and for Governor in 1896
^ Thaddeus Burr Wakeman (1834-1913), lawyer, author, ran also for Attorney General in 1887 and 1893, and for the Court of Appeals in 1894
^ John Brown Judson (b. Aug. 20, 1861 Gloversville), glove manufacturer, Secretary of the Democratic State Committee, ran also in 1900 for Treasurer
^ Elias Root, ran also for the Court of Appeals in 1896
^ De Witt Clinton Dow (b. 1852 Fulton), Schoharie County Treasurer
^ William F. Steer, of Albany, ran also for Treasurer in 1893, and for Lieutenant Governor in 1894
^ Russell R. Stuart (b. 1847 Erie County), Division Engineer of the Middle Division of the State Canals 1892-93, ran also in 1900
^ John D. Teller (b. 1845 Kingsbury), of Auburn, Surrogate of Cayuga County 1884-87
^ Edwin C. English, ran also for Attorney General in 1893
The tickets: STATE ELECTIONS NOV. 5 in NYT on October 28, 1895
The Republican candidates: STATE OFFICERS ELECTED; Sketches of Republicans Who Were Victorious in New-York in NYT on November 6, 1895
The Democratic candidates: SKETCHES OF THE CANDIDATES in NYT on September 26, 1895
Result in Westchester County: CORRECT VOTE OF WESTCHESTER in NYT on November 8, 1895
Result in New York City: VOTE AT LAST ELECTION in NYT on November 26, 1895
Result for Secretary of State and Comptroller, with estimated number in Kings County: THE TOTAL VOTE OF NEW YORK STATE in NYT on December 6, 1895
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LONDON (Reuters) - The British government's Clean Growth Strategy to reduce greenhouse gas emissions will not be enough to meet legally binding climate change targets, a committee of cross-party lawmakers said on Wednesday.
The strategy, launched last year, outlines investment in research and innovation to help reduce emissions which lead to global warming.
Britain has committed to cut emissions by 80 percent by 2050 compared to 1990 levels and must produce proposals on how to reach its climate targets as part of carbon budgets set every five years.
Although the amount of electricity generated from low-carbon energy doubled to a record 50 percent last year from 2009, there are signs that investment might have stalled in the past two years, the Environmental Audit Committee said in a report.
Annual clean energy investment in Britain is now at its lowest level since 2008, threatening the country's ability to meet its carbon budgets from 2023.
The report also said that changes to low-carbon energy policies in 2015 has undermined investor confidence and reduced the number of renewable energy projects in development.
Added to that, disruption from the privatisation of the Green Investment Bank - which was set up by the government in 2012 to spur private investment in green projects but sold to a consortium led by Macquarie Bank last year - and a reduction in European Investment Bank lending following a vote to leave the EU might also have contributed to the dip in clean energy investment.
"The government must urgently plug this policy gap and publish its plan to secure the investment required to meet the UK's climate change targets," said Mary Creagh, chair of the Environmental Audit Committee.
"It should provide greater clarity on how it intends to deliver the Clean Growth Strategy by the 2018 Budget, and explore how a sovereign green bond could kickstart its Clean Growth Strategy," she added.


I have an article in the latest print edition of LIMN, on the politics of openness in the context of Wikipedia and the right to be forgotten.
I recently attended OrgCon2013, the Open Rights Group's annual conference. As in previous years, this was an excellent opportunity to catch up on the latest developments in a range of UK and international digital rights issues. It was perfectly timed to coincide with the news about the NSA surveillance leak, a story which found its way into virtually every talk I attended throughout the day, including my own short presentation on 'Open Data for Privacy'. I'd particularly recommend watching Caspar Bowden's excellent talk on wiretapping the cloud – very timely given the aforementioned NSA story.
I've posted up my slides, and a related network graph visualisation here. I'm hosting them on a new website I've set up to host some outputs from my research into open data and privacy – MyDataTransparency.org. Suggestions / collaborations welcome.
And thanks to ORG for putting on another great event and having me talk!


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package analytics

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	"crypto/md5"
	"encoding/hex"
	"net"
	"os"
	"sort"
	"strings"

	"github.com/appscode/go/analytics"
	net2 "github.com/appscode/go/net"
	"github.com/appscode/go/sets"
	core "k8s.io/api/core/v1"
	kerr "k8s.io/apimachinery/pkg/api/errors"
	metav1 "k8s.io/apimachinery/pkg/apis/meta/v1"
	"k8s.io/apimachinery/pkg/labels"
	"k8s.io/apimachinery/pkg/util/runtime"
	"k8s.io/client-go/kubernetes"
	"k8s.io/client-go/rest"
	"kmodules.xyz/client-go/meta"
)

const (
	Key = "APPSCODE_ANALYTICS_CLIENT_ID"
)

func ClientID() string {
	if id, found := os.LookupEnv(Key); found {
		return id
	}

	defer runtime.HandleCrash()

	if !meta.PossiblyInCluster() {
		return analytics.ClientID()
	}

	if ip, err := meta.TestGKE(); err == nil {
		return hash(ip)
	}

	cfg, err := rest.InClusterConfig()
	if err != nil {
		return "$k8s$inclusterconfig"
	}

	if cert, err := meta.APIServerCertificate(cfg); err == nil {
		if domain, err := meta.TestAKS(cert); err == nil {
			return hash(domain)
		}
		if domain, err := meta.TestEKS(cert); err == nil {
			return hash(domain)
		}

		dnsNames := sets.NewString(cert.DNSNames...)

		if len(cert.Subject.CommonName) > 0 {
			if ip := net.ParseIP(cert.Subject.CommonName); ip != nil {
				// GKE
				if !ip.IsLoopback() &&
					!ip.IsMulticast() &&
					!ip.IsGlobalUnicast() &&
					!ip.IsInterfaceLocalMulticast() &&
					!ip.IsLinkLocalMulticast() &&
					!ip.IsLinkLocalUnicast() &&
					(ip.To4() == nil || !net2.IsPrivateIP(ip)) { // either ipv6 or a public ipv4
					return hash(cert.Subject.CommonName)
				}
			} else {
				dnsNames.Insert(cert.Subject.CommonName)
			}
		}

		var domains []string
		for _, host := range dnsNames.List() {
			if host == "kubernetes" ||
				host == "kubernetes.default" ||
				host == "kubernetes.default.svc" ||
				host == "kubernetes.default.svc.cluster.local" ||
				host == "localhost" ||
				strings.HasSuffix(host, ".compute.internal") ||
				!strings.ContainsRune(host, '.') {
				continue
			}
			domains = append(domains, host)
		}
		if len(domains) > 0 {
			sort.Strings(domains)
			return hash(domains...)
		}

		var ips []net.IP
		for i, ip := range cert.IPAddresses {
			if ip.IsLoopback() ||
				ip.IsMulticast() ||
				ip.IsGlobalUnicast() ||
				ip.IsInterfaceLocalMulticast() ||
				ip.IsLinkLocalMulticast() ||
				ip.IsLinkLocalUnicast() {
				continue
			}
			if ip.To4() == nil || !net2.IsPrivateIP(ip) {
				ips = append(ips, cert.IPAddresses[i])
			}
		}
		if len(ips) > 0 {
			sort.Slice(ips, func(i, j int) bool { return bytes.Compare(ips[i], ips[j]) < 0 })
			hasher := md5.New()
			for _, ip := range ips {
				hasher.Write(ip)
			}
			return hex.EncodeToString(hasher.Sum(nil))
		}
	}

	client, err := kubernetes.NewForConfig(cfg)
	if err != nil {
		return "$k8s$newforconfig"
	}
	nodes, err := client.CoreV1().Nodes().List(metav1.ListOptions{
		LabelSelector: "node-role.kubernetes.io/master",
	})
	if err != nil {
		return reasonForError(err)
	}
	if len(nodes.Items) == 0 {
		nodes, err = client.CoreV1().Nodes().List(metav1.ListOptions{
			LabelSelector: labels.SelectorFromSet(map[string]string{
				"kubernetes.io/hostname": "minikube",
			}).String(),
		})
		if err != nil {
			return reasonForError(err)
		}
	}

	ips := make([]net.IP, 0, len(nodes.Items))
	for _, node := range nodes.Items {
		ip := nodeIP(node)
		if ip != nil {
			ips = append(ips, ip)
		}
	}
	sort.Slice(ips, func(i, j int) bool { return bytes.Compare(ips[i], ips[j]) < 0 })
	hasher := md5.New()
	for _, ip := range ips {
		hasher.Write(ip)
	}
	return hex.EncodeToString(hasher.Sum(nil))
}

func hash(data ...string) string {
	hasher := md5.New()
	for _, x := range data {
		hasher.Write([]byte(x))
	}
	return hex.EncodeToString(hasher.Sum(nil))
}

func nodeIP(node core.Node) []byte {
	for _, addr := range node.Status.Addresses {
		if addr.Type == core.NodeExternalIP {
			return ipBytes(net.ParseIP(addr.Address))
		}
	}
	for _, addr := range node.Status.Addresses {
		if addr.Type == core.NodeInternalIP {
			return ipBytes(net.ParseIP(addr.Address))
		}
	}
	return nil
}

func ipBytes(ip net.IP) []byte {
	if ip == nil {
		return nil
	}
	v4 := ip.To4()
	if v4 != nil {
		return v4
	}
	v6 := ip.To16()
	if v6 != nil {
		return v6
	}
	return nil
}

func reasonForError(err error) string {
	switch t := err.(type) {
	case kerr.APIStatus:
		return "$k8s$err$" + string(t.Status().Reason)
	}
	return "$k8s$err$" + trim(err.Error(), 32) // 32 = length of uuid
}

func trim(s string, length int) string {
	if len(s) > length {
		return s[:length]
	}
	return s
}

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Council breaks for summer, but records show some members were already taking days off
Absences continue to plague Cincinnati City Council. On June 6, that meant council could just read legislation, but not act on it.
Council breaks for summer, but records show some members were already taking days off Absences continue to plague Cincinnati City Council. On June 6, that meant council could just read legislation, but not act on it. Check out this story on cincinnati.com: https://www.cincinnati.com/story/news/politics/2019/07/07/cincinnati-city-council-skipped-meetings-cant-vote/1365146001/
Sharon Coolidge, Cincinnati Enquirer Published 9:50 p.m. ET July 7, 2019 | Updated 2:05 p.m. ET July 8, 2019
On June 5, Cincinnati City Council gathered for a night council meeting, intended to give the public a chance to weigh in if they can't come to regular Wednesday afternoon meetings.
Dozens of people showed up, worried the cost of tickets to places like the Cincinnati Zoo and the Cincinnati Children's Museum would increase because council was considering adding a ticket tax for all events, including those run by non-profit groups like the zoo and museum, which had long been exempt.
But as the clerk called the roll, there were only six of the nine council members present. Missing: Amy Murray, Wendell Young and Tamaya Dennard.
Thane Maynard, Director of the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Garden, speaks to city council in opposition of a new proposed tax on many of the city's non-profits, including the zoo, at Cincinnati city hall in downtown on Wednesday, June 5, 2019. (Photo: Sam Greene)
That meant council didn't have enough members to pass legislation that night, including a decision on $16 million in block grant money from the federal government.
Mayor John Cranley, who presides over council meetings, was annoyed that work had to be postponed.
He suggested perhaps there might be a better time to meet, "since we can't seem to get council members to the meetings."
Did city operations grind to a halt because members didn't show up? No. The grant money issue was handled the following week.
Did the council members even have to come if they didn't want to? Under council rules, no, again.
But the question is, should they go?
Attendance is a problem that has plagued this council, which started a four-year term in January 2018.
Councilman David Mann, chairman of council's Budget and Finance Committee, which on the June night of missing members was in the midst of hashing out the city's 2020, says, yes. Attending meetings where public votes happen is a key part of the job.
"Any council member without a really good excuse is expected to show up at meetings," said Mann, council's longest-serving member, whose first term dates to 1974. "Without a quorum, or in this case seven members, it messes up the opportunity to do our job."
Council passed that budget on June 26 (with all members present) and is on summer recess for July and August, except for three days of meetings the first week of August.
In the first six months of this year, Vice Mayor Christopher Smitherman, who is an elected councilman, missed 37.5 percent — or nine — of 24 council meetings. But his absences came after his wife died in January and he took a leave of absence.
Four others, Tamaya Dennard, Amy Murray, Wendell Young and Jeff Pastor, missed 3 of the 24 meetings — or 12.5 percent of the 24 meetings. None responded to requests for comment except Murray. She missed meetings related to a family issue, foot surgery and a poverty discussion.
Absenteeism is an issue that's plagued council's budget and finance committee too, which Mann chairs.
Here, Pastor missed the most, nine of 30 budget committee meetings, or 30 percent. Dennard and Chris Seelbach missed six budget committee meetings, or 20 percent.
Amy Murray and Smitherman are not budget committee members, a change from past years when everyone on council participated on budget committee.
Mann has made budget meetings weekly in an effort to better vet the vast spending that comes through the committee and avoid all-afternoon meetings, as has been a hallmark of budget committee in the past. Other committee meetings are held twice monthly.
"I don't understand why members are not always there," Mann said.
Mann is the only member not to have missed any meetings. And Councilman P.G. Sittenfeld only missed one – the day his son was born.
In February, The Enquirer published a look at council member's attendance for the government body's first year in office. It revealed, the absentee scofflaws were Dennard, who missed nearly 17 percent of meetings; followed by Seelbach, who missed three weeks of meetings following his wedding and Smitherman, who was caring for his wife before her death.
In 2010, The Enquirer found, for the entire year, the most meetings any council member missed was three.
After The Enquirer's February story Dennard posted a string of tweets in response: "Council meetings are important. But they are only a fraction of the work that it takes to be an effective council member. I am in the second year of my first term and I feel good about the amount of legislation our office has been able to create. That legislation isn't created in council chambers. I don't feel the need to talk or post about the 7 and 8 hour days at City Hall on Saturdays and Sundays. I don't feel the need to tell you about the mornings when I'm at City Hall at 7:00AM or the evenings I'm out until 10:00PM."
Night meetings were Dennard's idea; council approved the idea. During the March 7, 2018, council discussion about the idea, Pastor expressed concern about not being able to attend night meetings because of his children's activities.
More: Call to make City Hall more accessible to all
More: Cincinnati City Budget 2020: Winners, losers and what to watch for
Dennard responded: "People have to make tough decisions within their jobs all the time and it is an inconvenience for people to get here and be engaged. I'm not trying to inconvenience anybody, I'm just trying to make government more accessible to more people."
The motion passed with a unanimous vote.
Last month, to help council members as the public alike, Mann proposed providing childcare at night meetings, ensuring everyone really can come either to vote or as a citizen to voice their opinion.
Dennard reacts
People shouldn't have to take off work to get involved in government. Council meetings should start at 6 p.m. https://t.co/ggPIs546Lw
— Councilwoman Tamaya Dennard (@tamayaforcincy) September 9, 2017
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Despite the month August conjuring up images of sweltering heat, Belize in August is actually a time of relatively mild, sunny weather. In fact, daytime highs are only around 86 F (30 C) with lows of around 77 F (25 C) and almost no rain. What could be better weather for enjoying outdoor activities in Belize?
August is also when some of the most exciting festivals occur. The International Costa Maya Festival will be held this year in San Pedro on the island of Ambergris Caye from August 2-5, 2018. This four-day festival includes street parades, musical performances from top acts from across the region, and the biggest beauty pageant of the year. La Reina de Costa Maya (The queen of Costa Maya) beauty pageant will feature Belize's own Marcia Moody competing against seven other intelligent and talented women from Central America, a lively event that should definitely not be missed!
There's also lots to do and see on the mainland, including hiking in a national park, horseback riding, zip lining, cave tubing (floating down underground rivers), visiting an animal sanctuary, and exploring pyramids and palaces at an ancient Maya city located deep in the jungle.
One of the best ways to get around Belize is by car because Belize is only about 60 miles (96 km) wide and 120 miles (200 km) long. And there are plenty of companies where you can rent a car in Belize, an ideal way to reach all the rugged and remote attractions like wildlife conservation areas, national parks, and ancient Maya sites.
If you've ever asked yourself, "Should I rent a car in Belize?" the answer is, "If you have a valid driver's license in your home country, then yes!" The rules for driving in Belize are almost identical to those in the United States, including all signs being written in English and distances measured in miles.
The Belize international airport is where all flights land, so it's a great place to rent a car. From there, you can reach just about any destination on the mainland in three hours or less, including Belmopan, Dangriga, Placencia, Hopkins, and San Ignacio.
If you're interested in a car rental in Belize City, the best company to contact is Tour Belize Auto Rental. With over a decade of years of experience, Tour Belize is the best company to trust for car rentals at the Belize international airport.


Enjoy another round of competitive fun with Dash Robot Races at South San Francisco Main Library on Monday, February 11th at 4 pm.
If you'd like a chance to win a special 3D printed prize, come and participate. Also, check out the brand new, cool and hand-constructed race track for Dash.


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DC New 52 Review: Action Comics #1
September 8, 2011 by krisis
With DC Comics re-launching its entire slate of books this month, the most-anticipated title after a vaguely-disappointing Jim Lee drawn Justice League is doubtlessly Action Comics, written by Grant Morrison.
Morrison is a hyper-praised comic author who has written everything from indie fare to X-Men. His multi-year shake-up of Batman comics has been to the comic line what Nolan has been to the movie franchise. He's also an insufferably self-obsessed egoist and drug addict, both as confessed in Supergods, his recent autobiographical look at comic history.
Suffice to say, I run as hot and cold on Morrison as a Katy Perry song. How does his reboot of the longest-running comic title in the world go? Let's see…
DC Comics Action Comics #1, released September 7, 2011
Action Comics #1
Written by Grant Morrison, art by Rags Morales & Rick Bryant
Rating: 4.5 of 5 – Remarkable
In a line: "Non-native strains WILL destroy entire ecologies, given the opportunity."
140char Review: Action Comics #1: Superman spends a vigilante night in Metropolis; Morrison/Morales show more than tell & maybe make Supes interesting again
Plot & Script
Grant Morrison is superb at debut issues, and this is no exception. He presents a constantly moving half hour in the life of Superman that unfurls in near real-time thanks to the engrossing plot of the issue forcing you to linger on each dialog balloon to absorb all of the implications therein.
The constantly intercutting narrative is effective in keeping the anticipation of spending panel time with Superman high. Even though we see him on the first page (a wise move), we then spend several pages away from him, viewing his wake of destruction and the police's abject dread in dealing with him.
Morrison writes Superman as well-spoken but cocky ("That ain't Superman"). His powers are kept deliberately ambiguous, though it's made clear that he cannot fly. As he exerts himself more his dialog gets more clipped – at points becoming an animalistic collection of sniffs and grunts.
Luthor is snide and has little regard for others, but he's somehow still likeable – as he should be – and as-drawn a dead-ringer for our author.
Superman is portrayed as growing in power as he self-polices everyone from domestic abusers to mob bosses. Is it the right thing to do to turn Superman into a vigilante when we already have Batman? Or, is the only way to start a new decade (or more!) of Superman stories to begin with him as more of an alien than Clark Kent?
We get a handful of supporting characters, sketched in well-enough for the moment. General Lane is a patriot in bed with a snake (Luther). Olsen is a trusting mop-haired kid equally beholden to his new friend Clark and ice-blooded over-achiever Lois.
There is little to nitpick. A sequence with a high-speed train perhaps intercuts too much, warranting a second read. That's nearly the only gripe, and it's swept away by the parallelism of Superman catching two bullets on either side of the story – with differing amounts of success.
There isn't a right answer – just good comic books. And this was one.
I've never read an issue with Morales art before, but I'm pleased with him here. He can switch from static talking heads to kinetic action in a single panel. His t-shirt wearing, work-booted Superman is delightfully fresh and surprisingly iconic.
Morales effectively toys with Superman's age throughout the issue. In his first shadow-faced confrontation with police, the heavy lines around his chin make him look middle-aged. A page later his face is gleeful and childlike as he leaps from a balcony, and a smug teen when facing down his would-be jailers.
Meanwhile, as Clark he is half Christpher Reeves, half Harry Potter. All the while, we see the same square-jaw.
It's the supporting characters who sag. Jimmy and Lois look a bit askew, and background characters can be a bit ragged. Also, a few panels of ambiguous art don't aid the already-complex train sequence.
CK Says: Buy it!
Action Comics #1 is a thrilling anchor to the clearly all-new continuity of Superman. Anyone hoping for an issue of a big, blue boy scout pushing planets out of their trajectories will be disappointed by this smaller scale exploration of the ambiguities of justice and of being human.
If that sounds like a boring issue, keep in mind that it still involves being faster than a speeding bullet and leaping tall buildings in a single bound. Oh, and a wrecking ball.
No one in the issue makes the case for Superman being human – Morrison is deliberate in having every character refer to him as an animal, alien, or even a thing. However, in our brief time with the bespeckled Clark we're left to wonder – if it thinks like a man and cares like a man, how can it be an animal? Not for nothing, but Morrison's book was subtitled "What Masked Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, and a Sun God from Smallville Can Teach Us About Being Human."
Is this issue a modern classic? Hard to say, but Superman scholar Morrison doesn't waste a single word while Morales keeps the issue full of impact – it never feels decompressed to drag out the story.
Filed Under: comic books, reviews Tagged With: Action Comics, DC New 52, Superman


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Powerstown Educate Together National School opened on the first of September 2011. As a new school, we had 22 Junior Infant pupils starting their first year of school with three teachers and a special needs assistant. These pupils are now in 6th class in the Kamilah room, completing their eighth year of education with us.
Powerstown ETNS school continues to develop at a rapid pace. We were delighted to move into our permanent building in August 2016. We now have almost 300 pupils, 22 teachers, 12 SNAs, a secretary and a caretaker. We have 13 mainstream classes, two classes for pupils with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) and one class for pupils with Developmental Langauge Disorder (DLD).
In Powerstown ETNS we provide a broad and balanced, child-centred curriculum.We place an emphasis on learning for life in a respectful, diverse environment, that promotes parental involvement. As an Irish National School we are fully funded by the Department of Education and teach all 11 curriculum subjects: Gaeilge (Irish), English, Maths, Science, History, Geography, Music, Drama, Visual Arts, Social Personal & Health Education (SPHE) & Physcial Educaion (PE). We also teach an ethics programme called Learn Together.
ICT:
Powerstown ETNS is proud to be a Digital School of Distinction. Each classroom in Powerstown ETNS has an interactive projector/screen, visualiser, digital camera, ipad and laptop. Children have access to class ipads and chromebooks to assist in delivering curriculum objectives.
There are numerous positive impacts of the use of technology in the classroom. These include; gains in children's sense of positive identity ; increased enjoyment, engagement and motivation; and positive impacts on behaviour; as well as greater collaboration and participation in lessons by pupils . Technology also has the potential to help teachers to bring aspects of their outside world into the classroom, and thereby create more authentic contexts for situated learning , and to create more immersive and engaging learning environments.
School Garden:
With great assistance from our parents, we originally started our School Garden in Febraury 2012. This has gone from strength to strength over the last eight years. Parents continue to kindly donate flowers and compost to help build our school garden areas and crops. We have allocated planting boxes to each class. We have a fabulous Geodome that is used all year round. Our school garden and forest school committee continue to be very busy in upkeeping our school grounds. Click here to see their work
Percent for Art Scheme:
The primary goal of our Percent for Art Scheme was for it to be child-led and child-focused. We wanted to ensure that we invested in areas that were interactive to our pupils. Our theme was "extending the classroom to the outdoors."
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Extra Curricular Activities:
Throughout the school year, staff run a variety of after school clubs for the children to participate in. Activities in the past have included Arts and Crafts, Drama, Music, Sports, Dance, Yoga & Meditation & Cookery. These clubs have been a great success this year. Click here to see after school clubs for this year
Children's Commitees
All children are encouraged to become actively involved in school life. Not only through academic, arts and sporting activities but also through representation on numerous committees. We have established a Green Schools Committee, a Student Council, Forest School and School Garden Committee and an Active Schools Committee. Please click on the committee name to find out more about them.
Parental Involvement in Powerstown ETNS plays a fundamental role in our success. Parents are the primary educators of the children in our care.
Parents partake in numerous parent & child workshops during the year. These activities include Maths for Fun, Science for Fun, Shared Reading, & Write a Book Project. Click here for more information.
Parent classes are provided in the school. In the past we have hosted English classes, Irish classes, Cookery Classes and Arts and Crafts classes. Click here for adult classes and workshops available this year.
We have a very active Parent Teacher Association in the school. Click here for the most up to date information from our PTA .
We have 2 parent nominees on the Board of Management.
Parents actively assist in our events e.g. Annual Fancy Dress Cake Sale, Winter Fair, Intercultural May etc. Check our school calendar for more information about events here.
Parents volunteer their talents with us through out the year. e.g. Art projects, music projects, dance workshops. They also share their skills such as plumbers, electricians, carpenters etc.


Steve came to the church in 2006 with his wife Laurinda, a secondary school French teacher. Before coming into ministry, Steve was an environmental biologist and developed technologies for growing trees on degraded land. In this capacity, Steve has worked in a number of countries from South east Asia to Africa, and particularly Zambia.
Hazel has been attending this church since 2008 and is committed to using her administration gifts to support Steve with the day-to-day running of the church and with the organisation of various fundraising events.
She is passionate about her role as Operation Christmas Child Co-ordinator and has a heart for sharing her Saviour's love in practical ways.


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Apr. 8, 2018 12:20 p.m.
A forward from Alberta is among the 15 people killed after a collision between a truck and a bus carrying the Humboldt Broncos junior hockey team in Saskatchewan.
Conner Lukan, 21, of Slave Lake was on the bus as it travelled to a playoff game Friday in Nipawin.
Lukan played with the midget St. Albert Raiders and Spruce Grove Saints in the Alberta Junior Hockey League before joining the Broncos last year.
The Saints announced Lukan's death on Twitter, along with four other alumni: Stephen Wack, Jaxon Joseph and Logan Hunter.
Others killed in the crash include head coach Darcy Haugan, assistant coach Mark Cross, captain Logan Schatz, forward Evan Thomas, and defencemen Adam Herold and Xavier Labelle.
The bus driver, Glen Doerksen with Charlie's Charters, also died in the crash, along with play-by-play radio announcer Tyler Bieber and statistics collector Brody Hinz.
Mounties have said 14 others on the bus were injured.
A vigil is scheduled for tonight in Humboldt.


In the second instalment of our new series – Talking HIV – we hear from Jimmy and Favour from Malawi. Jimmy and Favour are both 19 and living with HIV. We hear them talk about what it's really like being young and positive, their personal struggles and how they got through them.


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Actors Workshop
6/25 sat 13:30~15:10
Shidax culture villrge 6F reservations access
On Acting in Movies Along with presenting a program of short films whose standards are rising yearly, we'll be hosting a special event where we discuss on the growth of both of creator and the actor. This seminar will feature experienced short film actor Shogen, and Satoshi Isaka, a director with a focus in nurturing young talent.
*This event is in Japanese only.
Date: June 25th(Sat)
Location: Shidax culture villrge 6F
Price: Advanced 1,300yen / At Door 1,500yen
Shogen
Shogen modeled in Paris, Milan and London while backpacking around the world after graduating from college. He returned to Japan in 2004 and started a career in acting. His debut film "Bloody Snake Under the Sun (2005)" detailed life in Okinawa during the post-war period. Shogen played the leading part as a sanshin player, and the film itself was nominated at the 20th Tokyo International Film Festival. In 2008, he discovered "method acting" in the US and it really impressed him. He flew back to New York for lessons and was trained by Susan Baston (Nicole Kidman's private acting coach) and Roberta Wallch. Shogen features in films such as "LEQUIO" and "The Room", which will be released later this year.
Satoshi Isaka
Born in 1960, Tokyo.
After graduating from the Faculty of Letters at the University of Tokyo, Satoshi scored a role as an independent assistant director, where he made his directorial debut with "[Foucus] (1996)". Since then, he has directed a wide variety of films and TV dramas. Additionally, he is passionate about nurturing the next generation of filmmakers, so he currently teaches and holds workshops for students who dream to be directors. His students have praised his teaching style, saying that he makes an effort to keep it simple yet practical. Some of his masterpieces include "The Frame", "Mr. Rookie", "g@me", "Zou no Senaka"(films), "Proof of the Man 2001", "Hinoko", the "Okusama wa Keishi Soukan" series, "Onna to Otoko no Nettai" and the TV Drama "Kohi Ya no Hitobito".
Location: Shidax culture villrge 6F reservations access


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Закон про Імператорський Дім (, косіцу тенбан, «Звичаєві положення про Імператорський Дім») — закон Японії №3 від 16 січня 1947 року, що регулює норми успадкування Імператорського Престолу, систему та структуру Імператорського Дому, а також діяльність Ради Імператорського Дому Японії.

Короткі відомості
Першу редакцію Закону про Імператорський Дім було прийнято 11 лютого 1889 року, в часи існування Японської імперії, згідно з прямим імператорським наказом. Після поразки Японії у Другій світовій війні було затверджено другу редакцію цього Закону 16 січня 1947 року, так званим Законом № 3, згідно з вимогами нової Конституції Японії.

Для розрізнення двох редакцій першу часто називають Колишнім Законом про Імператорський Дім, а другу — Законом про Імператорський Дім. Останній є чинним в Японії дотепер.

1949 року до другої редакції Закону про Імператорським Дім була внесена поправка Законом № 134, яка відтягувала час набрання Законом чинності до 1 червня 1949 року.

Закон про Імператорський Дім складається з п'ятьох розділів та додатків, що обумовлювали дію Закону:
 Розділ І. Успадкування Імператорського Престолу;
 Розділ ІІ. Імператорська Родина;
 Розділ ІІІ. Регенство;
 Розділ IV. Повноліття, шанобливі титули, Церемонія сходження на Престол, Церемонія Великого трауру, Книга Імператорського Родоводу, а також мавзолеї і могили;
 Розділ IV. Рада Імператорського Дому;
 Додаткові положення;
 Додаткове положення (Закон № 134 від 31 травня 1949 року) витяг.

Примітки

Джерела та література

 高仲東麿著 『皇室典範』 — 東京: 明治大学出版部, 1957.
 芦部信喜, 高見勝利編著 『皇室典範: 昭和22年』 — 東京: 信山社出, 1990.
 同朋舎編集部編 『皇室典範』 — 東京: 同朋舎, 2002.
 奥平康弘著 『「萬世一系」の研究 : 「皇室典範的なるもの」への視座』 — 東京: 岩波書店, 2005.
 EHS law bulletin series, Japan. Tokyo: Eibun-Horei-Sha, 1948.

Посилання

 Закон про Імператорський Дім. Редакція 1889 року
 Закон про Імператорський Дім. Редакція 1947 року
 Закон про Імператорський Дім. Редакція 1947 року
 Закон про Імператорський Дім. Редакція 1947 року
 Урядова рада знавців Закону про Імператорський Дім

Закони Японії
Імператори Японії
Державний устрій Японії
Січень 1947


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