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Vienna/Ankara, 26 September 2011 Press release

Turkish religious representatives for Austria seen off in Ankara

Ankara, 22 September 2011 – The Austrian Embassy in Ankara gave a reception on September 20th to say farewell to nine religious representatives of “Diyanet”, the Turkish religious affairs authority, on the eve of their departure for Austria where they will join the ATIB Association in the coming weeks.

The Austrian Ambassador drew attention in her address to the many years of dialogue tradition with Islam that exist in Austria, including statutory recognition of Islam since 1912. An especially intensive and good relationship has been developed with religious representatives from Turkey due to the visit paid by Cardinal Christoph Schönborn to Istanbul and Ankara in 2008, and also to the "Local culture training courses for Turkish religious representatives" that have been offered since 2008.

The “Local culture training” that is organised once a year in Vienna on the initiative of the Federal Ministry provides religious representatives with instruction through lectures and discussions in the history and the political, social and cultural background to Austria. In these courses, issues such as democracy, the rule of law, religious pluralism and freedom of conscience, as also questions of integration and participation are considered.

The Austrian Ambassador underlined the necessity for dialogue and said the religious representatives should have meetings extending beyond their own Muslim community, for which an adequate knowledge of German is an essential requirement. The Turkish religious representatives will be active in virtually all the Austrian federal provinces and they are themselves drawn from many different regions in Turkey.

The Diyanet head of department for foreign affairs, Dr. Fevzi Hamurcu, expressed thanks for the Austrian commitment and drew attention to the motivation and the efforts made by the religious representatives to learn German and to familiarise themselves with the culture and the people of Austria. The “Local culture training” makes an important contribution to this process and there is great interest focussed on additional preparation work for it in Turkey.

For further inquiries please contact:
Austrian Embassy, Ankara
P.K. 131, TR-06680 Ankara
Phone: +90/312 405-5190
Fax: +90/312 418-9454
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If you’re a boat builder whose lineup focuses heavily on fishing, you know that the 18- to 20-foot center-console market is about as competitive it gets. But if you’re Scout Boats, you know exactly how to outshine your competition: by providing impeccable build quality, innovative features, and impressive performance. It’s this delta of merits that have given Scout one of the best reputations in the fishing boat niche. And the Scout 195 Sportfish continues this tradition.

A running photo of the Scout 195 Sportfish.

Smart and elegant looks, thoughtful fishing features, and impressive performance are what every Scout boat, including the 195 Sportfish, is about.

My test ride on the Scout 195 Sportfish came during the Miami International Boat Show, and as an extra treat it was fitted with Yamaha’s brand-new (and extremely smooth and quiet) F115 outboard. This also happens to be the standard power setup for this model. A Yamaha F150 or a Mercury 115 are optional. If you want to blast along at upwards of 50 mph, that F150 is going to be your ticket, but those horses do come at the price of fuel economy and weight. I like the F115 for its intelligent combination of weight, speed, fuel economy, quietness, and performance—you’ll burn just 3.5 gph at a 20.2-mph cruise and top out at 41.2 mph with this engine.

Have a look at the lines of the Scout 195 and you’ll begin to notice some very typical Scout DNA. The sheer line is flat aft, then rises forward dramatically. The forward end of the Scout 195 has a “Carolina” look with significant bow flare and a wide, flat deck cap, all with the intent of keeping occupants dry in a chop. The hull is designed for work in choppy water with a graceful but sharp entry and Scout’s NuV3 hull scheme. The NuV3 design is comprised of variable deadrise angles to provide enhanced fuel efficiency and performance. The whole package is clean and smart looking, with an elegance that eludes many center-console boats in this size range.

A picture of the aft seating arrangement on the Scout Sportfish 195.

There's plenty of comfy seating (or casting space) back aft on the Scout 195 Sportfish.

Like all Scout boats, the 195 Sportfish is 100 percent composite, meaning no wood is used anywhere in its construction… not a splinter of it. Another point of pride for Scout is its reverse shoebox hull to deck joints. Conventional hull to deck joints go together much like when you put a lid on a shoebox. The lid (deck) is laid down onto the hull (box), and then the two are bonded together at the flange where they meet with strong adhesives and mechanical fasteners. Scout’s hull-to deck joint utilizes a large flange on the hull instead of the deck, and the two are married together using thickened, high-strength resins. It’s not only strong, but watertight, too.

Draft (hull)13"
Deadrise19 degrees
Displacement2150 lbs
Fuel capacity50 gal.
Water capacityN/A

As far as fishing features go, I really like the lack of rails and other fishing line-tangling hardware on deck. An aerated, integrated livewell in the center-console leaning post is a nice included feature, as is a 72-quart removable cooler (situated forward of the center-console, serving double-duty as a cushioned seat). There are also plenty of places to cast a line from, with two aft casting decks (which can be used as jump seats) and an expansive forward casting platform. That casting platform is nice, but it also sits pretty high up off the water, and that bothers some light-tackle and fly anglers. To be fair, though, this isn’t a bay boat, nor does it pretend to be. And of course there’s plenty of rod stowage (four flush mount deck rod holders, four console rode holders, two leaning post holders, and room for more rods under each gunwale).

A photo of the deck layout on a Scout Sportfish 195.

The Scout Sportfish 195 feels open and roomy. Check out the high gunwales; they give an extra feeling of security in the choppy stuff.

Fishing features aside, the layout of the Scout 195 feels open and never crowded. High gunwales and a wide deck cap give a secure feeling, while a combination of standard and optional cushion choices can be configured around the deck and cockpit to provide comfort for less fishy operations, such as a sundowner cruise or a hop around the inlet with family and friends. There’s a ton of stowage up forward under the casting platform, and also under the center console for items such as PFDs, crew gear, and safety equipment. Despite the lack of railing, Scout has been thoughtful enough to place stainless handrails both fore and aft, as well as on the center-console. Oh, and kudos to Scout for including midship cleats in addition to the ones on the stern and bow; that's something every builder should include.

Performance Data
Performance data courtesy of Yamaha
PowerSingle Yamaha F115 four-stroke outboard, swinging a 13.25" x 16" three-bladed stainless-steel prop.

Now for some things you won’t find on the Scout 195. First, there are no under-console head/porta-potty accommodations, which are becoming almost commonplace on center-console boats of this size. And while this doesn’t bother me personally, some of my boating friends simply wouldn’t consider a boat without it (think along the lines of keeping spouses content during a long day on the water). Another thing you might miss are cockpit fish lockers—the Scout 195 has only a cooler. And that’s sort of a shame considering some folks will likely use this boat for some larger, near-shore species such as dorado, and kingfish.

That said, there are definitely more things that the Scout 195 Sportfish has, than it doesn’t. Whether you’re trying to find ultimate build quality and thoughtful features or the best in fishing features and performance - or all of the above - the Scout 195 is a great place to look.

Other Choices: If you’re looking at center-console boats in this range, also give the similarly sized Aegis 18CC, Cobia 201CC, or Carolina Skiff Sea Chaser 21 LX Bay Runner a look. Some larger choices include the Pro-Line 23 Sport or the Pathfinder 2200.

For more information, visit Scout Boats.

Check out these listings for Scout 195 Sportfish boats.

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Rustic Driftwood Picture Frame

By Homeroad on Aug 13, 2012
Are you ready for another
driftwood project
before the summer is over?

I built a frame using a very long board I found on the beach. I just love boards that wash up, they usually have such a great patina and everywhere there was a nail or a screw is the most beautiful rusty mark.

This was actually my very first attempt at cutting 45 degree angles with my chop saw.
I admit I'm a little afraid of this saw...

My cuts came out very well if I do say so myself... I glued and stapled each corner.

I used clamps going each way until the glue dried... You really need these clamps!

I drilled a hole in the top of the frame and added this rusty screw eye.
The screw eye was actually attached to this board when I found it on the beach.

I added a picture of my in-laws
circa 1959 with a heavy cardboard backing.

It's a very old picture with some awesome
color distortions.

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I noticed that several people have asked this question, however, I have not been able to find a reply. I don't need legal advise. I need to know how to remove paint from my oak tree without hurting the tree. Thank You.

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what kind of paint and how much of the tree is covered.

My though would be to let nature take it's course.

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If a local arborist, infestation inspector, or other official has marked your tree with a condemnation, removal, infestation, or other symbol to tamper, attempt to remove or obscure it could be both a civil and criminal act.

You asked for legal advise - this would indicate to me that either the mark was placed by an official indicating disease or infestation, or unsafe condition of the tree and/or possibly that the tree or part of it resides on an easement and encroaches on present or future use.

This is not a legal forum, however, be advised if the paint (like a red or orange X, for example) was placed by an official act - tampering with it could bring penalty.

Now....on the other hand if your reason for asking for legal advice is that you or your child committed a vandalism upon said tree and you now wish to restore the tree with a minimum of damage - you'll need to indicate more than you have; AND suggest you consult a professional arborist and pay for the restoration, SINCE if you committed a vandalism, AND the tree suffers damage as a result of your clean-up efforts (and/or you are the subject of a civil tort) you'd want to mitigate not only the paint damage but the potential damage during removal of same - and spread the liability around regarding if the tree suffers additional damage or stress (and/or has to be removed or replaced).

You didn't mention the age of the oak, nor the type. Dealing with a swamp oak versus a cork oak versus an established burr, white or red oak, versus a black oak would be entirely different. Also the extent of the paint - type of paint, etc. The age and health of the tree would also effect what might be the most prudent approach.

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What's the best way to repair a leaky drain installed in the middle of the roof with pipes going through the house? I have a tar and gravel flat roof. It was repaired once with tar but now only after 1 year it's cracked and bubbled and leaking again. Please, indicate which materials are best, how to use them and approximate cost of the job. Also, what's the best type of INEXPENSIVE and easy to repair roofing if I choose to replace it? I'll appreciate a prompt reply. Thank you very much

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Kai Po Che!

Cast: Amit Sadh, Amrita Puri, Asif Basra, Raj Yadav, Rajkummar Rao, Sushant Singh Rajput

Producer: Amit Trivedi, Ronnie Screwvala, Siddharth Roy Kapur

Director: Abhishek Kapoor, Ramanjeet Singh

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Release Date: 13 February,2013

Storyline: Kai po che! is a 2013 indian drama buddy film directed by abhishek kapoor based on chetan bhagat's novel the 3 mistakes of my life, with music by amit trivedi and lyrics by swanand kirkire. sushant singh rajput, rajkummar rao and amit sadh star as the three main protagonists while amrita puri plays the female lead. Read on Wikipedia

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She is one of Ekta Kapoor’s favourite bahus, who came to the limelight with the popular show Kahaani Ghar Ghar Kii. Today she basks in the glory of her daily soap, Bade Acche Lagte Hain, with the portly Ram Kapoor as co-star, and is gearing up for the release of her upcoming show Ek Thhi Naayka

Sakshi Tanwar talks about her beliefs in the paranormal, her marriage plans and her equation with Balaji and Ekta Kapoor…

You are playing the positive lead in Ek Thhi Naayka – didn’t you want to play the daayan for a change?

Frankly, I would have loved to play the daayan if the opportunity was given to me. But I was offered the role of a naayka, which is very different from the things I regularly do. So I am happy.

Is your story in Ek Thhi Naayka in any way similar to Ek Thi Daayan – the movie?

There is no similarity between the two except the central theme of the story – daayans. The show will take several elements from the movie, but that’s about it.

Your plate is already full with work, so why did you take up Ek Thhi Naayka?

It’s true that we are constantly working. But when Ekta offered me this role, there was really nothing to think about. All I asked her to do was to adjust my days from Bade Acche Lagte Hain for this show.

When will your story be aired?

I haven’t shot for my episode yet, but I am told it will be the last story.

What are your expectations of Ek Thhi Naayka?

I have been able to be part of several success stories with Balaji; I hope the trend continues with Ek Thhi Naayka. It is a unique and beautiful concept to bring together eight leading ladies of television and make a show with them. I have a feeling that it will work.

Do you believe in the supernatural?

I have heard several stories as a child. It is really hard to say whether any of these things are real or not, but I truly believe only in the power above me: God.

What do you think of the horror genre?

I cannot watch a horror movie to save myself! Not even with my eyes closed. Even during college times, when friends would gather to discuss eerie topics, I’d stop them.

Have you ever experienced anything paranormal?

There was this once when I felt the walls were closing in on me and everything around seemed to be spinning, but I am sure it was more to do with me feeling week and didn’t really have any paranormal connection.

When you first signed on to do Kahaani Ghar Ghar Kii, did you ever imagine being an iconic television figure?

It was all by the grace of God. Initially, it was just a source of pocket money for me. My friends informed me about an audition and I went for it on a whim. The show ran for eight years and I couldn’t ask for anything more. The success of Kahaani… was enough to last a lifetime. The popularity I am getting now from Bade Acche Lagte Hain seems like the bonus period of my life.

What’s your equation with Ekta Kapoor and Balaji Telefilms like?

Balaji and Ekta are more like a family to me now. It is a strong bond, which is hard to crack. The level of understanding and professionalism we share is profound.

As an actor, what do you look for in a script?

As an actor I like to experiment with characters and TV is the best medium to do that ‘coz of the reach it has nowadays. Frankly, I am ready to take up anything that is challenging enough.

What’s your next move going to be after Bade Acche Lagte Hain?

I believe that as long as I am sincere, hardworking and have God’s blessings, work will come. I am enjoying a very comfortable position right now. So I am not thinking about the future.

What about your marriage plans? Have you thought about that?

I believe I will get married when I am destined to. God has a plan and all I have to do is surrender to him. Things will happen.


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My PERSONAL Highlights of 2012

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Today I thought I would share a little window into my personal life.  I know many bloggers are fiercely protective of their personal lives, but I personally love finding out a bit about the bloggers that I follow because I feel like they are my friends.  What a funny, awesome world of technology we live in.  Back in the day when I was playing Oregon Trail at the speed of molasses in elementary school I never would have dreamed that I would have “friends” that I had never actually met.

So here, in no particular order (except for the top one, which is clearly our ultimate highlight) are some highlights from 2012 for our little family.

Princess Collage

*  My little drama queen, the Princess of All, was born.  I can’t resist her!  She entered the world as a tiny 6 pound baby who cried if she wasn’t held at all times, but she is now chubby and content, crawling around, babbling, snuggling up a storm, and making it her mission in life to eat all of the paper in the house when her mama isn’t looking.

Rascal Collage

*  Our handsome little man turned three.  He gets smarter and funnier every day, with obsession including cars, pirates, dragons, and vikings.  When he isn’t at preschool, he wanders around all day dressed in costumes and having sword fights with invisible foes or lining cars up in elaborate patterns and lines.  Or, of course, cutting up his Bapa’s to-do list.  We live with my dad, and for some reason my boy has it out for Bapa’s to-do list.  He always manages to find it and color on it, cut it, or cover it with a mountain of tape.  If you knew my fussy, organized father you would think that was hilarious.  My sister almost cried laughing when she heard about it.

Nephew Collage

* Our darling nephew’s adoption was finalized in February and he was sealed to my sister and BIL in the temple of our church for time and all eternity.  His birth parents and grandparents came out to support and witness the event, and it was a truly miraculous and wonderful weekend.  He is so stinking cute, and we are so blessed to have him in our family!

L&S Collage

*  This summer my youngest sister came to live with us while she waited for her handsome hubby to get home from a deployment in Afghanistan.  It was SOOOO FUN to have her here!  She is a bubbly little ball of happiness and energy.  As I mentioned, we are living with my dad, and our other sister and her family live nearby, as well as our grandparents, so we had an awesome summer of family fun!  Most importantly, her man made it home safe and sound to her!

Disney Collage

*  My husband and I took our kids to Disneyland on the week of my beloved Halloween so that I could see Mickey Mouse pumpkins and our booy could see Cars Land.  He has been wildly obsessed with the movie Cars for years.  Literally.  It was the first trip in 8 years of marriage that we have every taken that wasn’t traveling with or going to visit family.  Just. Us.  It was HEAVEN.  (Exhausting and chaotic, but Heaven nonetheless.)  My MIL made my son a Peter Pan costume last year for Halloween, and he requested that he be Peter Pan again and his daddy be Captain Hook.  Oh, and he very specifically requested that I be Mr. Smee, not Wendy.  The Captain Hook at the park kept patting me on the head and hugging me when we met him.  Haha.  My MIL made Captain Hook’s coat and I made the rest of our costumes.  Peter Pan and Captain Hook made quite a splash walking through the park hand in hand, that’s for sure!  My husband was such a trooper to walk around all day in that hot outfit and wig, all for the joy of his little boy.  What a man!

Doctor Collage

*My husband finished the intern year of his General Surgery Residency and started the second year.  This is why we are living with my dad.  My dad is a widower, as you know from my posts, and has a big, empty house.  We have a scary amount of student debt, so we are living him while my husband chips away at his years and years and YEARS of training. My husband is happy to be slowly moving up the totem pole.  He’s a very hands on dad and a great hubby, even though he isn’t around much.  He’s a keeper.

30th Pic

*  My husband and I both turned 30.  My SIL got married the weekend of my 30th, but I couldn’t go to the wedding because I was much too pregnant, so I stayed behind.  My sister knew I would be sad about being left behind on my birthday, so she put a little bug in my dad’s ear and he flew out my other sister and one of my ultimate BFFs as a huge surprise for me.  It was a glorious, kid free weekend of girl talk, food, and fun!

McK Collage

*  We got to see plenty of my in-laws this year as well, much to our son’s ultimate delight.  That kid is OBSESSED with his Grandpa.  They couldn’t stay away from their brand new granddaughter, after all!  They came to help after the baby was born, for her Blessing at our church, and for fun visits.  We also went to Jackson Hole with them for a fun trip where my son and I both saw our first rodeo.  He took to it a bit more than I did.  Shocker.  One SIL got hitched and the other got engaged, so it was a big year all around for the McKenna clan!

My Top 12 Posts of 2012 from Sarah at Craft Quickies

*  Last, but not least, Courtney talked me into becoming a contributor on this blog.  I am so grateful that she, Chris, and Heather allowed me to be a part of this endeavor!  It has been a blessing to me.  At times it is extremely time consuming and stressful, but it has gotten me to start CRAFTING again.  I had been missing this creative side of myself, and I didn’t even realize it!  I originally agreed rather hesitantly to be a contributor in that I would find easy jewelry tutorials from around the web and share them.  Then I asked if I could post original tutorials.  Of course Courtney said, “YES!” and it all spiraled from there.  It has been very therapeutic for me to be creating and forcing myself to make time to do the things that I love as I have battled postpartum depression, which, unfortunately, is something that has hit me with extremely serious force after each of my pregnancies.  I lost my desire to create jewelry after my daughter’s birth, and I made the difficult decision to take a year off of my holiday sales and shows.  I fear that I may have lost some clientele and momentum as a result of that decision, but, as they say, you can’t force art, and the stress simply wasn’t worth it to me.  I needed a break.  My online shop still made steady sales over the holiday season, and I was able to concentrate on projects for my kiddos and those that I love.  The instant I made the decision to let me in-person sales and shows fall by the wayside I felt a weight being lifted from my heavy, stressed out mind, but I look forward to hopefully doing both jewelry design and blogging next year!

To the few of you who read this all the way through, thank you for your support.  I am blessed to be a part of your lives through this little blog ‘o mine.  Cheesy, I know.  But it’s true!  Here’s to a fabulous, fun, productive, and creative 2013!  HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Sarah Westover McKenna
Sarah is the scattered creative mind behind Bombshell Bling. A former elementary school teacher and a current stay-at-home mom, she loves developing her creativity through her blog and her jewelry design business, Bombshell Bling Jewelry. Sarah is a lover of all things vintage, colorful, and BLING. She is also a sweets addict with a major obsession with s'mores.
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  1. Amalia J says

    Thank you for posting this. Tonight I’m browsing your jewelry tutorials. I enjoyed your blog, reading now & then & I love learning about the lady-mama behind all this. I enjoy your writing. You have a beautiful, obviously love-filled family. :)

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Barbara Kingsolver, a writer praised for her "extravagantly gifted narrative voice" (New York Times Book Review), has created with this novel a hymn to wildness that celebrates the prodigal spirit of human nature, and of nature itself.Prodigal Summer weaves together three stories of human love within a larger tapestry of lives inhabiting the forested mountains and struggling small farms of southern Appalachia. At the heart of these intertwined narratives is a den of coyotes that have recently migrated into the region. Deanna Wolfe, a reclusive wildlife biologist, watches the forest from her outpost in an isolated mountain cabin where she is caught off-guard by Eddie Bondo, a young hunter who comes to invade her most private spaces and confound her self-assured, solitary life. On a farm several miles down the mountain, another web of lives unfolds as Lusa Maluf Landowski, a bookish city girl turned farmer's wife, finds herself unexpectedly marooned in a strange place where she must declare or lose her attachment to the land. And a few more miles down the road, a pair of elderly, feuding neighbors tend their respective farms and wrangle about God, pesticides, and the complexities of a world neither of them expected.Over the course of one humid summer, as the urge to procreate overtakes a green and profligate countryside, these characters find connections to one another and to the flora and fauna with which they necessarily share a place. Their discoveries are embedded inside countless intimate lessons of biology, the realities of small farming, and the final, urgent truth that humans are only one part of life on earth.With the richness that characterizes Barbara Kingsolver's finest work, Prodigal Summer embraces pure thematic originality and demonstrates a balance of narrative and ideas that only an accomplished novelist could render so beautifully.

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From CSYCB : "We've all seen them and muttered 'What an idiot!' Well, now you can do something about it. Keep a pack of I PARK LIKE AN IDIOT stickers in your car and when you next see one of these goobers, give them a bonus bumper sticker. Guaranteed to make you feel better."*

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No, JoePeach, despicable is good.

Catherine, I went round and round in my head thinking what to call the blue spaces. Handicapped? The spaces themselves aren't handicapped. Yes, accessible it is then. Thank you.

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Absolutely Becs,

idiots, and they are despicable (harsh word, but...).

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Yes they need one for the people who park in accessible spots. Or for the people who park in the hash marks next to accessible spots. My partner sometimes "parks like an idiot" when all the accessible spots are taken or when someone has blocked the hash marks. Parking "like an idiot" gives her room to deploy the wheelchair ramp from her van.

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They need one for able-bodied people who park in the handicapped spaces.

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Then Death let fall from him all his beauty, and Abraham saw him as he was.  And where there had been a shining angel, he saw a cloud of darkness, and in it the shapes of horrible wild beasts and all unclean creatures; and he saw the heads of fiery dragons, and flames of consuming fire darting out; and he seemed to see a dreadful precipice before him, and then a rushing river, and flashes of lightning, and crackling of thunder, and thereafter a tempestuous raging sea; and again weapons brandished, and venomous basilisks and serpents, and bowls of poison; and there came a horrible odour, so that all the servants of Abraham that were in the chamber fainted and died, and Abraham himself swooned and his senses left him.

When he came to himself, Death had hidden his terrible aspect and put on his beautiful form again.  And Abraham saw his servants lying dead, and said to Death, “How is it that thou hast slain these?” And Death said, “They died at the sight of my countenance, and in truth it is a marvel that thou also didst not die with them.”  “Yea,” said Abraham, “now I know how it was that I came by this faintness of spirit that is upon me; but I pray thee, Death, inasmuch as these have been cut off before their time, let us entreat God that he would raise them up again.”  So Abraham and Death prayed together; and the spirit of life returned into the servants that had been killed, and they rose up again.  After that Abraham conversed with Death.

Then Sarah and Isaac came in and talked with Abraham as he lay on his bed.  And Abraham said to Death, “I beseech thee, depart from me for a little, for since I looked upon thee weakness is come upon me, and my breath labours and my heart is troubled.”  Then said Death, “Kiss my right hand and thy strength will return to thee, and thou wilt be filled with joy.”  So Abraham kissed the hand of Death, and the soul of Abraham clave to the hand of Death and left his body; and straightway Michael was there and a multitude of angels with him, and they accompanied the holy soul of Abraham and brought it into the heavens into the presence of the Most High, there to abide everlastingly in gladness and brightness in the place from which all sorrow and sighing are fled away.

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At eight o’clock the next morning the Harrises met promptly at breakfast.  Promptness was one of Reuben Harris’s virtues, and fortunately all his party were agreed as to its absolute necessity, especially when several journey together, if the happiness of all is considered.

“George’s eyes look like burnt holes,” whispered May to Gertrude.

Overhearing his sister’s remark, George added:  “Yes, May, and they feel worse after my two hours last night in the stokehole of the ‘Campania.’”

“We thought after our long railway ride and the concert yesterday, that you would gladly welcome a little sleep,” said Gertrude.

“I did sleep four hours, Gertrude, but my owl-visit to the steamer was highly instructive, and when we get to sea, you all will be delighted to help me complete the study of the marine engines on the ‘Campania.’”

Gertrude and May never knew what happiness was before.  One maiden had her lover, and the heart of the other was pledged to music.  George too was happy in Gertrude’s happiness and joyous in his own thoughts that perhaps he had already entered upon his life work, the development of plans which would bless humanity.  Colonel Harris’s chief joy was that he had earned a rest, was soon to see the absent members of his family, and to behold the work of men in Europe.

People crowded the gangway, the same as on a previous occasion when duty forced him suddenly to leave the “Majestic.”  It was almost two o’clock; visitors were no longer admitted to the steamer, except messengers with belated telegrams, mail, packages, and flowers for the travelers.  On the bridge of the “Campania” stood the uniformed captain and junior officers.  The chief officer was at the bow, the second officer aft.  The captain, notified that all was ready, gave the command, “Let go!” and the cables were unfastened.  The engineer started the baby-engine, which partially opens the great throttle-valves, the twin-screws began to revolve, and the “Campania,” like an awakened leviathan slowly moved into the Hudson River.  Hundreds on both the pier and steamer fluttered their handkerchiefs, and through a mist of tears good-byes were exchanged, till the increasing distance separated the dearest of friends.

For twenty-four hours George Ingram was seen but little on deck.  Most of his time he spent with Carl Siemen, the engineer.  The colonel took great delight as the escort of two appreciative young ladies.  Before the voyage ended every available part of the “Campania” was explored.

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They pick up an Okie whose guitar and clothing were stolen by his last ride. Dean coasts down hills to conserve gas. They descend into California.

"Suddenly we were all excited. Dean wanted to tell me everything he knew about Bakersfield as we reached the city limits. He showed me rooming houses where he stayed, rail-road hotels, poolhalls, diners, sidings where he jumped off the engine for grapes, Chinese restaurants where he ate, park benches where he met girls and certain places where he'd done nothing but sit and wait around." Part 2, Chapter 9, pg. 168

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In my story the secret life of an american rockstar this will be the girl with black hair Alex or as her real name Daytona and the blonde her best friend in this picture im really the blonde my sister is the black haired girl her name is kimberly

This is supposed to be Carson but without the piercings

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Cori when she goes to her secret hiding spot (later on in story)

For a new story i will be writing once i get much farther with both my other stories

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the pain...the tears...the scars

People ALWAYS say it's going to be okay...but really, is it going to be?

i sit behind locked doors...and stair...hopeing maybe just this one time my pain will go away

i can feel the tears arriving about to pour out my eyes onto the groung

why is there so much pain? what did i do to deserve this?

when people see the scars, they judge..they NEVER ask why...they just judge

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Imagine if you were given the chance to earn $200,000 at the risk of your life. Would you leave your fate in such a dangerous situation? How would everything unravel? Who would you trust? This story is an example that answers all of these questions and more.

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I headed outside at the peak of dawn to go on one of my routine walks. The violet hue the day brought used to gather inspiration for novels that were called 'masterpieces' by highly acclaimed critics. However, I've been getting a severe case of writer's block recently. Anyone who is an author or poet will agree with me when I say that it's the worst problem we can possibly have. This goes especially for me, since it's the only thing I have to pay for the bills, which are becoming more of a problem for me.

Several minutes into my walk, a limousine rolled right next to me. I shrugged it off, assuming it's some rich guy passing through town. But my hypothesis was quickly disproven when it rolled up and honked twice. There was no denying that whoever was in there wanted me for something. He most likely wanted directions to a meeting that he was running late to. I gradually approached the vehicle as it sunk its tinted back window. As the glass descend, an Oriental woman in a business suit came into view.

"You need directions?" I asked.

"No thanks," she replied. "What I need is more of a favor."

"A favor? Well, what do you have in mind?"

"I need a briefcase to be delivered to somebody across town."

I was stunned by her request. Why would she trust me, a total stranger, to help her complete a business venture? "Uh…don't you have assistants to do that type of thing for ya? I mean, I don't even know who you are."

The lady gave out a deep, aggravated sigh. "Listen, I don't have time to hear you talk. When you hold up your end of the deal, I'll pay you two hundred thousand dollars. Of course I won't pay you directly, but I'll call the person meeting you to write out the check. How does that sound?"

I lost concentration after the words 'two hundred thousand dollars' left her mouth. Was this for real? Was this a gift from God? More importantly, would I be safe? Something that valuable doesn't come without a few other greedy customers trying to put their hands on the product. I wanted to ask her about anything I should be worried about, but I was too dumbfounded by her offer to say anything.

"It's not safe," she said, breaking the awkward silence.

"I know what you're thinking, and I can't lie to you. When you have the suitcase, you will be in a lot of danger. That's why you need to have it hidden somewhere. Like…the trunk of your car. You have a car right?"

"No I-I take the bus."

"Jesus Christ. Fine, I guess you'll have to take the bus. Just don't lose it. Or else you'll have to talk to some of my 'assistants'."

"Don't worry, I won't."

"Good." She pulled out a small piece paper from her blazer pocket and handed it to me. "Here's the time and place to meet the guy you're looking for. He'll spot you once he sees you." Prior to her departure, she passed me a ridiculously bright suitcase. Brass coated all of the case's sides. The ruby lock looked like it belonged on a deadbolt door handle. I wasn't given the key to it though. They probably didn't want me to snoop around in their business. Maybe the person I'm meeting does. That was fine by me. I didn't want to know anymore than she gave me. I stared in astonishment as I wrapped my hand around the fine leather handle. At that moment, her chauffeur drove off. I glanced at what I was holding a second time. It was actually lighter than I imagined, yet it was still fairly heavy. How come she trusted me to handle her business, especially if it's as important as she says? A million questions floated my mind, but I forced myself into focusing on the money.

My eyes studied her cursive handwriting.

Kube Café

129 West Nobel Lane

Meet NO LATER than 9:40 AM

My watch was reading 6:12 AM. "This is going to be as easy as a prostitute," I said to myself. The Kube was only an hour away, thirty if the bus arrived early enough. I sauntered a couple blocks until I was next to the bus sign. Leaning on the pole, I further inspected the case. My pupils eventually started to sting from staring at it so long.

I didn't have to wait long for the semi-crowded bus to come. I swiped my bus pass and took an empty seat in the back. Something felt wrong. Everyone was staring at me. At first, I didn't know what was so interesting. Then the realization of the briefcase sticking out like a sore thumb popped into my head. I clutched onto my road to fortune a little tighter, becoming more paranoid of their possible intentions. My focus was mainly on a teenager who was greedily eyeing the suitcase.

Approximately ten to fifteen stops later, I pulled the yellow cord, signaling my stop. I picked myself up and went out the back door. I forced myself to ignore the twenty or so commuters, who kept their minds on what I held in my left hand. Without looking back, I arrived on the block where Kube Café was. I sauntered down the block, when the same adolescent I was suspicious of stole the briefcase from behind me. He darted in the opposite with me on his tail. In spite of him being a thieving scumbag, I had to respect him on how fast he was. Even a former track star like me could barely keep him in my sight, let alone catch him. My chest felt like it was going to detonate like a box of explosives. We both shoved civilians out of our way for the duration of the pursuit. At one point the kid drove his shoulder into a policeman's stomach, who tried to join in on our pursuit. This resulted in the cop staggering off of the sidewalk and onto the path of an oncoming car. A strident screech, along with the chilling sound of the cop's body getting hit by the speeding vehicle resonated from the road.

The chase continued in an alley that he turned off into. The opening was extremely narrow, however, my body managed to fit through with no resistance from the dilapidated brick walls that surrounded the passageway. Once through, I found myself in a small courtyard that possessed flipped over trash bins and a deceased cat missing an arm. Revolting as the area may be, my attention was still concerned apropos the objective at hand. When I spotted my target, he was on a fire escape pulling up the ladder. I rushed to him, in the back of mind hoping I'll be able to grab the ladder.

As I jumped, my hand extended for my target. A fingertip grazed the ladder's bottom rung before gravity dragged me down back to earth.

"Get back here you damn coward! I'll rip your face in two!" The robber, unaltered by my threat, continued up the stairs without so much as replying back to me. The money, all of it, was gone. I didn't know how to cope with such a loss. Yet that wasn't the worst part. What if she discovered I lost the bag and her employees killed me? Even though there was a small chance that she'll find me, there, nonetheless, was still a chance. Self-induced panic quickly became a problem solving process. I grabbed one of the trash bins and placed it under the fire escape. I cautiously stood on the lid, preparing myself for a personal record-breaking hop. There was no margin for error. I jolted upwards, barely catching the rung. I pulled myself onto the platform, silently enjoying my achievement. My feet heaved my body up the staircase, ascending at a rapid pace. Little by little, I came closer to the rooftop.

Exhausted, I finally reached the top of the staircase. I hopped onto the guardrail, being careful not to hit the pavement seven stories below me. I threw myself in the air and grabbed the ledge. The feeling of concrete bumps piercing themselves through my hands gave me a great deal of comfort. I yanked my body up and onto the roof. The adolescent was nowhere to be seen. I don't know where else he could've gone. All of the other walls around me were too high to scale. The door to the roof access was locked. In reality, the only way he could have escape was to jump off of the roof. He wasn't that desperate to stay out of trouble though. Was he?

I walked over to the façade of the building, not expecting what I saw next. It was the adolescent, lying in a pool of his own blood. Bystanders slowly started to circle around the corpse. Some videotaped the carcass, others just stared in shock. A nun said a prayer or two and moved her hand in a crucifix motion. I felt awful for the kid, I really did, but that money had to be mine. I didn't know how I was going to get past an angry mob of people, but I'll manage somehow.

Once I descended back onto the ground, I went around the building and found myself mixed in the commotion. I moved past the individuals in the crowd until my shoes stepped in the sluggishly flowing red liquid. I flipped his stiff on its back. The details of his mangled body was as clear as day. Bones stuck out from his limbs. His jaw was contorted to one side, his nose on the other side. Blood profusely ran from his mouth and wounds. I cringed at everything I saw and felt. Observing all of this made me want to leave him undefiled. Taking the briefcase was easier said than done when I wasn't this close to the gory mess. I was angry at the boy, but he was still young. Nevertheless, the two hundred grand…I..I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what came over my decision, but I decided to go for what was good for my wallet. The moment I reached his body, people were wondering about what I was doing. A few of them asked me about my intentions. Instead of answering their inquiries, I abruptly seized the suitcase and ran off. It goes without saying that most of them were appalled by my actions. As fast as I took what I needed, I jolted away. A couple people tried to stop me, but breaking through the circle of bystanders wasn't a big issue. I sprinted as far and as quickly as I could.

Out of range from anyone who could be seen as a threat, I slowed down my pace. I gave a second glance at my watch.

"7:45. I guess I'm still making good time." Nonetheless, I was concerned that people might recognize my face. "It's probably for the best to stick to the alleys." I maneuvered through the crevices of the area, making my way from block to block. Before moving to another block, I would dip my head in a pitiful attempt to hide my identity. Doing this surprisingly helped me blend in among the crowd without any trouble. On one occasion, I ended up at the accident that killed the cop. A news van just pulled up on the street, ready to interview the officers that were holding a horde of people at bay. My mind was set at ease by the disturbance. It may have been unnecessary to hide my face prior to coming here, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Now that I was here, I felt safe. As anticipated, I made it past the commotion and into the next alleyway. Even though crossing the street wasn't a problem, I became wary of my surroundings.

I wasn't alone. My intuition confirmed that.

Heavy footsteps echoed mine as I entered the alleyway. I turned around, predicting another robber to be behind me. The narrow walls that led to the street were the only things I saw. Paranoia struck me for a second time. I knew someone was following me. Continuing the walk, I kept an eye out for whoever it was. No matter where I looked, no one came into view. Yet, the footsteps sounded like they were coming closer to me. And closer. And closer. Suddenly, I bumped into a body.

"AH!" I yelped. I jerked back and fell flat on the concrete. This only accomplished me feeling ridiculously foolish for letting an old man taking out the trash scare me. He showed more fear on his face than I did. He glared at me bug-eyed before coming back down to earth.

"Oh-uh, sorry about that," I said, feeling embarrassed. I got back up, brushing off any dirt that got on me.

"No worries mate," He replied. "You need any help?"

"No thanks. I'm good."

"That's great to hear. What about your case?"

"Your case. It looks very important. People might go around stealing it and what not."

"People have. Trust me you don't know half of the story."

Then out of nowhere, something whizzed past my left ear. I clasped onto my ear, dazed from the deafening ring that was trapped inside it. Next thing I know, the elder was lying on the ground with a tiny red circle on his forehead. Was he…shot?

I spun around and spotted a man in a black suit and tie at the end of the alley. The barrel of his gun was smoking from the blast. His shades obscured the emotions in his eyes. He progressed towards me, possibly having the same intent as the formerly alive teenager. My mind told my body to get the hell out of here, but my feet refused its orders. Instead, they glued themselves to the concrete. I was too frightened to move. Everything was just happening so fast. The leather handle clutched in my hands was coated with sweat. It took several seconds till my legs were able to get into gear. The minute they did, I sprinted in the opposite direction.

An earsplitting noise unexpectedly shot out from behind me. Then, sharp, fiery pain stabbed my left thigh. My knees buckled, but I quickly recovered and limped forward. A warm stream of blood tickled the hairs on my leg. The same substance also left a noticeably growing blotch of crimson on my pants. Hot pavement met the palms of my hands. No good can come from being on all fours while a deranged lunatic was in hot pursuit. That being said, it was the only way I could support my injured body. Lying in an alleyway was only going to accomplish more suffering. As I struggled for freedom, he grabbed me and flung me at the wall, both hands holding me up.

"Where's the key?" he sternly asked.

"I-I don't have it," I replied.

He gave me a powerful blow to the stomach. "WHERE'S THE KEY?!"

I answered his question in coughs.

"WHERE." He punched me again.

"IS." And again.

"IT!?" And again.

At this point, I was more than convinced to take him to the man who had it. $200,000 wasn't worth my life. I also have the woman in the limousine and her briefcase to thank for these agonizing wounds, which scarred me both mentally and physically. I don't know why she gave it to me; it's given me nothing but trouble.

"Just don't lose it. Or else you'll have to talk to some of my 'assistants'." Her voice struck my brain like a bat cracking against someone's skull. Great, I'm dead either way, I thought to myself.

Not exactly. I mean-she didn't say you were going to die.

Do you hear yourself? Why are you so naïve about all of this?

The other side of my conscious fell silent. It didn't want to accept the fact that death was the only passage out of this situation. During the fast-paced argument going on inside my head, the well-dressed man let go of my flaccid body. When I sat up, his face met mine. I tried to scurry away; however, his grip overpowered my strength. So I was left with no choice but to face him. He reached for his shades, taking them off with one swift motion. Horror wept over my face.

"Now, I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a calm, mundane tone. An endless wave of worms slithered out of his eye sockets. Yeah, like I believe you, I thought. I was baffled at how controlled he became after he took his sunglasses off. Making me see the wretched ugliness in his eyes was probably more than enough to express his anger. Filthy earthworms dripped from his pale flesh. A rancid odor of what smelled like a combination of dog feces and fried chicken emitted from his scorching breath. The stench crawled down my throat, making me almost suffocate. "I-I just want the key to the briefcase. Then no one will get hurt."

"I'm telling you. I don't have possession of the key. If you just listen-,"

"No, you listen. I can do much worse things to you than just shoot you. I was…merciful…on the boy who stole that from you."

I stared at him in shock. He killed that poor kid, over a briefcase of all things. Just pushed him off the roof like it was nothing. I may not have been there, but the scene was as clear in my mind as daylight.

The murderer hid behind the roof access shed, waiting for his moment to strike. The thief didn't know where to go after he reached the roof. He goes to the edge, checking out the empty street. All of the commotion is focused on the dead cop a couple blocks down from his location. He felt guilty for doing something so heinous. His instincts just…took over. Out of nowhere, the predator comes out of his hiding spot and swings the adolescent by the collar of his shirt over the edge. The kid loses his balance, heels no longer on the ground. He flails both arms, trying to regain his stability. He's too frightened to scream. His psyche was lost in the moment, never coming across putting such logic into action. Instead, he whispered for mercy.

"Yup, begged for his life when I dangled him over the ledge. I took great pleasure in ending his sad, pathetic excuse of a life. So don't think I won't kill you. I'll search your intestines just to find what I know you have. If you give me what I need, you'll never have to see me again."

"I…I don't have it."

"LIAR!" He raised his fist over his head and started to bring it down.

"Wait!" Honestly, I didn't think I could take another beating from this man. He has the punching power of a professional boxer. "I don't have the key. But I can take you to the man who does."

He clinched my shirt. "Where is he?"

"A-At the Kube Café. I'll take you to him if you want."

"Yeah, let's do that." He lifted me back up. As he was regaining his standing posture, a handful of earthworms poured out of his eyes. He put his sunglasses on and proceeded ahead, expecting me to trail behind him. He probably knew where the restaurant was, so I didn't need to give him a tour. The instant I walked, my left leg buckled. An aching roar escaped my lips. I fell to the ground, unable to get up. The gentleman in the suit angrily walked to me, fist balled so tightly they turned pink.

"What's the problem?" He knelt down to take a good look at my wound.

"My knee. It hurts like hell."

He rolled up his sleeves and waved his hands inches from the bloody hole in my leg. A burning sensation soon followed. I gritted my teeth, unaware of what he was doing. He brought his hands away from my leg. I didn't believe it.

It was gone. The gash…the pain that came with it. Vanished.

"I guess. How did you-,"

"Good. Now let's go. I'm tired of screwing around here."

He advanced to the end of the narrow path. I grabbed the briefcase and reluctantly tracked behind him. On the way to our destination, I passed the two cadavers without so much as getting a glimpse of interest at them. Today was a day he concept of death was all too known for me. Now when I look at them, they simply look dull. No meaning. No remorseful feelings. Only the insipid vibe from seeing murder filled my heart.

Once we were across the street from the Kube Café, we gave one last glare at each other.

"Alright, give me the brass." I obeyed his command, devoid of any resistance or second thought whatsoever. He returned a quick nod, and then headed over to the café. A guy sitting at a table at the far end outside the restaurant whistled at the monstrous example of a human being, and gave a gesture to come to where he was seated. They shook hands and began their session. During their meeting, a compelling case of curiosity hit me. I couldn't help but to listen in on their conversation. I knew it was a terrible idea; I should've run when I had the chance, however, I felt like I needed to find out what was inside that briefcase. The client opened the lid of the brass suitcase. I wasn't sure if it was just me, but it seemed like the luggage produced a dark glow that washed over the customer's body. He developed a crooked grin, a grin displaying one missing lateral incisor on his upper jaw. I squinted both of my eyes once I was near the velvet rope that was used as the entrance to the restaurant. I barely made out the words "It looks like it's all here," flee from his mouth.

Two seconds after, the devilish human being fired his gun from under the table, killing the person at the opposite end. Panic and confusion immediately presented themselves in the civilians at the restaurant. Some fled the scene. Some concealed under tables. Before I could react, the suited gentleman stood up, tossed the gun in my hands, and said to me, "I owe you one." The briefcase was now in his possession, the gun no longer was. But why did he give his gun to me? I didn't need it nor did I want it. As soon as this thought entered my mind, he was no longer in my field of vision.

Startled by the sudden burst, I turned around, hands in the air. Two police officers had their guns on me. "Drop your weapon and leave your hands in the air."

I strained attempting to open the fingers that were clasped around the handle of the pistol. What the hell is going on, I thought. What did he do to me? Why was it so difficult to drop the piece of metal?

"I said drop it!"

"Sir, I can't. You see, this guy-,"

"Drop it!"

"Please, I'm begging you-,"

"I'm trying!"

"Do it or we will shoot!"

"If you just listen to me-," Foolishly, I pointed my arm, and the gun, at them. In quick response, they riddled me with bullets. My body danced as each piece of lead jerked me around. Once I hit the ground, I experienced a torturous rush comparable to being burned alive. My blurred vision caught a peek of gallons of blood exiting my body. Then, darkness soundlessly overcame me.

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All That Remains (MP3) : Scarpetta #3 - Patricia Cornwell

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When the bodies of young courting couples start turning up in remote woodland areas, Chief Medical Examiner Scarpetta is unable to determine the cause of death. Then the daughter of one of the most powerful women in America goes missing.

n Richmond, Virginia, young lovers are dying. So far, four couples in the area have disappeared, only to be found months later as mutilated corpses. When the daughter of the president's newest drug czar vanishes along with her boyfriend, Dr Kay Scarpetta knows time is short.

Following a macabre trail of evidence that ties the present homicides to a grisly crime in the past, Kay must draw upon her own personal resources to track down a murderer who is as skilled at eliminating clues as Kay is at finding them.

About the Author

Patricia Cornwell's series of crime novels featuring the forensic examiner Dr Kay Scarpetta are international bestsellers. She is also the author of two police procedurals and the biography of Ruth Graham. She divides her time between Virginia and New York.

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The Phantom of the Opera : Vintage Classics - Gaston Leroux

The Phantom of the Opera

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The classic Gothic horror novel of haunted cellars, opera, murder and unrequited love that inspired Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical.

Christine is a beautiful young singer at the Paris Opera. She is watched by the Opera’s ‘phantom’ – a mysterious masked figure who terrorises the Opera's management and players. With the Phantom's help, Christine rises to become the Opera's star performer, but when the Phantom demands her heart in return, Christine is torn between gratitude and pity for her strange benefactor, and love for her childhood sweetheart, Raoul.

About the Author

Gaston Leroux was born on 6 May 1868 in Paris and after school in Normandy, he returned to Paris to study law. His extreme gambling is well-documented after he squandered the millions he had inherited, narrowly escaping bankruptcy. He worked as a court reporter and theatre critic before landing a job as an international correspondent for Le Matin. During this time Leroux travelled to Russia to experience and report on the Russian Revolution. In 1907 he gave up journalism to become a writer, and quickly found success with Le Mystère de la Chambre Jaune (1908). He became well-known for his popular and acclaimed crime and thriller novels, but Leroux also wrote poetry and short fiction. His most famous work, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra (The Phantom of the Opera), was inspired by a tour of the cellars at the Paris Opera, and published in 1911. The story has been adapted for film and, most notably, for Andrew Lloyd Webber's long-running musical. Gaston Leroux died on 15 April 1927.

"A Gothic novel of romance, honour and tragedy with a creepy, obsessive underbelly" Daily Telegraph "A venerable, much-adapted story of grand, delicate feelings and gothic creepiness" New York Times "Mixes horror and romance in equal measure" Guardian

ISBN: 9780099560555
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Series: Vintage Classics
Audience: General
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 320
Published: 4th October 2012
Country of Publication: GB
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Elric: The Balance Lost TPB Vol. 3
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One of fantasy’s most beloved and revered authors, Michael Moorcock, brings his most popular characters back to graphic novels. The concluding volume of Elric’s epic return to comics and graphic novels! Signs appear throughout the Multiverse that the Cosmic Balance is in peril, and the Eternal Champion is caught in the crosshairs! Across worlds, Elric, Hawkmoon and Corum begin to face the force that threatens to overpower them all, while Eric Beck, a modern-day videogame designer, must acknowledge that his reoccurring dreams of a Pale Prince aren’t all in his head. Join New York Times bestseller Chris Roberson (SUPERMAN, iZOMBIE, STAN LEE'S STARBORN) as he teams up with legendary fantasy author Michael Moorcock to bring Elric back to comic books in an original ongoing series!


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Comments on: After a career in academia, a boomer rekindles his passion with a camera Baby Boomers with youthful spirits and active lifestyles. Tue, 01 Sep 2015 10:05:43 +0000 hourly 1 By: Jeri Fink Mon, 03 Mar 2014 22:43:15 +0000 Hi Bob.
Thanks for your story – I share a similar experience. My renewed passion in photography has brought me to places I forgot even existed – beauty in the tiniest and largest scenes of our world! Your photos are fantastic – I love the colors and light. I would love to share “images” on Are you a member? If not, please join and invite me to “follow.” My name is Jeri Fink. I think you’ll enjoy the photo sharing on this amazing site.

By: Linda Biggs Mon, 03 Mar 2014 14:27:18 +0000 Hi Bob,

Just like you, I’ve always been interested in photography from a very early age. The box ‘Brownie’ was my starter camera, followed by various instamatics and eventually a Kodak 35mm. Then the small fortune I used to pay to get my film developed suddenly became extinct with the concept of the wonderful digital compact cameras.

I think the awareness of how much the film developing cost made me try and compose my shots well. Now, even with my Sony DSLR and the multitude of lenses I have, taking my time with composition has carried through to this day. That said, I have had days where I’ve taken upwards of 100 shots, with maybe only 10 that were worth using. Isn’t that the nature of photography in this day and age though? We can shoot with regularity and even continually while the landscape changes with the light and every image will tell a different story.

I will be retiring in the next academic year and want to devote even more time to my photography. It’s a purpose to get out and about, use my brain, make friends, and have achievements to show for it.

Keep up the great work Bob, your images are wonderful.

By: Bob Atkinson Fri, 28 Feb 2014 00:41:26 +0000 Hi Diann, thanks very much for your thoughtful comments. I’m sure you do have many “little jewels” in the midst of your papers, as your students have reminded you! Starting out on any new journey can be quite challenging. That’s exactly why “Mystic Journey” was written, to help guide us through those difficult but necessary times in our lives that are meant to lead us toward transformation and continual spiritual growth. I do believe you will find the keys to this ‘archetypal pattern’ in the book. Wishing you the best on your continuing journey!

By: diann graham Thu, 27 Feb 2014 18:12:43 +0000 oh my…..what can I way… a recently retired art teacher, I am moved by your
capturing the beauty of our creation….I would so often tell my students…remember,
a picture is worth what?….& they all somehow knew the answer…a thousand words….
so, remember, what we do in art, the visual language, is as important as your english
class tho there are some who know this saying, yet will cut our art program 1st thing as
though it is of no importance…….
…..the photos you have shared this morning, warmed this day for me, as I sit in my art
studio in frigid central Illinois waiting winters ‘last’ blast…..oh, to be down in the southwest
this morning……thanks for taking me there…..
……I also appreciate the wisdom in your spoken word…as I find myself traveling down
this exciting, yet unsettling road called retirement…..I am spending these days confined
by our weather & am going thru all these boxes that contain the paperwork collected &
used during my 32 years as an educator….4 big plastic tubs are not totally emptied of the
labor of what used to be my life & there are many more waiting for me…..lesson plans, examples & unfinished artwork….it is a strange journey to see what was once so vital & necessary now of no relevance…no use….I pass on what is of use to the young man who is now in my classroom….but most is out of date, replaced by the new technology & will be placed in a recycle bin one of these days……I will make it a pilgrimage to free myself of the past…..& it will be both bittersweet &
joyous as I let myself be free………….but hidden in the endless papers are little jewels
that are still of use….a drawing waiting for the day when I would have time to finish it….
a quote jotted down on a scrap of paper that still touches my heart….a note from a student
telling me how important I was in their life……things that bring a smile to my face & some
that tug at my heart for they remind me of precious things lost to time…..some are too painful
to look upon & are quickly discarded……. I am both excited & breathless as I enter this new chapter… is new ground for me to walk & so I am taking it slow….shedding this old skin
is necessary & a labor that must be done in order for my next chapter to unfold & blossom….
It is comforting to have the experience & wisdom of like spirits to guide & direct my steps….
I noticed your book, ‘Mystic Journey’…..& believe it will further enlighten me along this path….
am I correct?…..again, thank you for touching my life this day…..may you continue to be

By: Bob Atkinson Thu, 27 Feb 2014 15:39:47 +0000 Thanks for your encouragement, David.

By: Bob Atkinson Thu, 27 Feb 2014 15:37:13 +0000 Thanks, Eric, much appreciated.

By: David Henderson Thu, 27 Feb 2014 12:59:32 +0000 Bob Atkinson is, indeed, a gifted photographer and a determined individual to make pre-dawn hikes into the desert to find that one spot where he captures the right shadows and light magic with his camera.

Thanks, Bob, for sharing.

By: Eric Mondschein Thu, 27 Feb 2014 12:27:30 +0000 Your photography is indeed moving, and does capture the beauty all around us if we but look, but more importantly, at least to me, is that you have captured the very essence of what we should be about in your statement:
“It’s nice to try to produce the best quality image, but the equipment we use isn’t the main thing; it is only an extension of who we are. What matters more is the eye seeing everything first, the heart taking it all in, and the mind … or soul … making sense of it all.”
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28.08.08 by Jeff

Slime and Reason

You may recall I posted about Oscar & Ewan and their fantastic lasertype awhile back – well, Ewan just hit me up with a look at their latest work, the cover for the new Roots Manuva album, “Slime and Reason”. It is stunning.

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I asked about the process and Ewan explained they actually had Roots Manuva 3D scanned (from every 45 degree angle) and then manipulated the 3D image to set the bowl in. Then they took their prototype to a sculptor and had a cast made. Finally they created some slime out of hand soap, filled the bowl, and Pelle Crépin snapped some photos. Boom, done.

If you aren’t familiar with Roots Manuva, it’s time you got familar! Here’s one of my favourite tracks off an older album:

Roots Manuva – Motion 5000

Apparently we killed the hotlink file – (here’s the Zshare link!)

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26.08.08 by Jeff

No Luck Club

Last week I caught up with my friend Vince and his friend Trevor at a nice little Korean place downtown. Trevor (with the hat) and his brother Matt started an instrumental hip hop group called No Luck Club in 2000, and were quickly signed to Dan the Automator’s 75Ark Records.

Due to some unfortunate circumstances (the same circumstances that are preventing us from hearing the finished sequel to the Deltron 3030 album) 75Ark suddenly imploded just as the guys were about to relase their album. Luckily Ill Boogie Records stepped in and No Luck Club’s highly acclaimed “Happiness” album finally saw the light of day in 2003.

Their live show quickly attracted a large following and they were being compared to the likes of Dj Shadow and Coldcut, not to mention sharing the bill with the likes of Jurassic 5, and Kid Koala. Vancouver DMC champ Pluskratch joined the group and they released their followup to “Happiness”, called “Prosperity”.

Trevor didn’t ask me to post about him but this is what I do! Here’s one of my favourite tracks from “Prosperity”! If you like Ozomatli (who doesn’t?), you’ll love this!

No Luck Club – Turntables on the Bayou

(If that link craps out here’s the Zshare link to download the mp3!)

24.08.08 by Jeff

Shad – Fresh Prince Parody!

There are very few rappers to get excited about these days. Shad is one of them. The London, Ontario native just released a hilarious video for his latest single “The Old Prince Still Lives at Home”. The video, produced by Hot Dog Garbage, is a detailed parody of the opening of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. And when I say detailed, I mean it. Wow! (Hit reload if the video loaded off-center)

Great song and great video. Nas should take some notes this is how you do a low-budget video right.

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18.06.08 by Jeff

Really Livin.

Are there any fans of Canadian hip hop out there? I dug up a little treat for you. If you don’t already know, allow me to introduce Red1, Misfit (and Dj Kemo) aka Rascalz. They released an album in 1997 called Cash Crop that every hip hop fan (at least in Vancouver) should have played to death – but a few years before that they released another album, Really Livin. This album is what I like about hip hop.

I was listening to a mix of hip hop songs from 1993 by Dj Ayres and I realised not many people talk about or are familiar with what was coming out of Canada around this time. Rascalz had a very distinct sound (thanks to Kemo) right out the gate and it’s a shame that no one else really ran with it or the pacific northwest could have had a really specific sound identified with it. Nowadays we have some really great hip hop acts like K-os and K’naan to be excited about, but these guys paved the way. Read More

10.06.08 by Jeff

“Be A N****r Too”

Three/21 Media just premiered the new Nas video for Be A N****r Too and I really want to know what people think. This video is visually quite similar to that one part of Spike Lee’s 25th Hour with the montage of hateful words. It’s quite controversial and it’s hard not to see what Nas is trying to do, but is he successful? Does this raise awareness or is it just another video with the N-word in it?


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'Norbit' belongs in the stereotype hall of fame

Eddie Murphy plays both the nerd Norbit and his overweight wife, Rasputia. (bruce mcbroom)

A Saturday evening. The phone rings.

"Hey, girl."

"Oh, hey. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I just saw that Eddie Murphy movie 'Norbit,' where he plays both the nerd with an overbite, big glasses, and a puffy little Afro, and the obnoxious fat woman he marries."

"That's funny, I went last night. And I'm at a loss. I laughed and all. But it was also dumb and coarse and sometimes boring and a little bit sad. I mean I know Eddie Murphy is a great comedian, and I'm happy for his Oscar nomination for 'Dreamgirls' and that his career's on a roll again -- and I mean I'll support a brother. But when's he gonna try to do some August Wilson. 'Cause this 'Norbit' is some seriously regressive -- "

"I'm feeling you on this. He still doesn't like women."

"I've been saying that since 'Delirious.' "

"This movie belongs in the Black Stereotype Hall of Fame, from the three shiftless schemers to the two funky pimps. It is interesting that Eddie decided to play the most offensive characters himself -- the wife, Rasputia, and the kindly, racist Chinese dude who raises Norbit."

"The only recommendable thing about Norbit is that he's not as bad as every other person in this movie. It's like these weird defects in Eddie's psychology are OK because he can make entertainment out of them."

"Comedians do that all the time. But his biggest defect is about us. We're not as big as Rasputia, but we're not dainty, either. And this movie is about an evil obese chick. She's jealous and petty and lazy and greedy and gross and ignorant. Did you see yourself in her? 'Cause I didn't."

"No. But what's weird is how she's not meant to be a satire on a particular type of person. She's like just a pure living nightmare, the reason why so many men chase Paris Hilton and the Pussycat Dolls. Norbit never loved her. He married her because her no-good idiot brothers -- two bodybuilders and one slick dude -- pretty much force him to. She goes crazy when Thandie Newton shows up playing his childhood sweetheart, who's a lot thinner. The dark-skinned fatty versus the fatless hottie. It's Lena Horne versus Ethel Waters all over again."

"Or 'Dreamgirls.' "

"Is it me or did it seem like the people making this movie went out of their way to make Thandie look a lot lighter than Rasputia?"

"It's not you. They definitely gave her the Barbra Streisand lights."

"It was also like every time Rasputia starts to seem real in an understandable, human way, like when she tells Thandie she's too thin out of actual jealousy, the movie makes her do something stupid in the next scene."

"Oh, like when she torpedoes down that water slide in the bathing suit."

"The joke is never how skinny Thandie is. And Rasputia is right: Thandie needs to eat. The joke is how Rasputia's exposed celluloid jiggles and how this great big woman is capable of flying through the air with so much ease."

"I was embarrassed for her because she was too dumb to be embarrassed for herself."

"But I was embarrassed for Thandie, too."

"What is going on with her? Remember her in 'The Truth About Charlie'? Where's that movie star?"

"I didn't see that movie. But I'm always rooting for her. I hate seeing her so shrill and strident, like in 'Crash' and in 'The Pursuit of Happyness. ' "

"She looked a hot mess in that movie."

"She looked strung out and nuts so Will Smith would look good."

"At least in 'Norbit,' she's not crazy."

"But she's an airhead. I mean, seriously: Who agrees to marry Cuba Gooding Jr. anymore?"

"I forgot he was in this movie."

"He plays her golddigger boyfriend."

"What happened to his career?"

"Girl, we don't have time."

"Well, let's get back to my original concern. What are these black comedians doing for us?"

"If we're not 500 pounds and insane, we're 50 pounds and stupid."

"Look at Big Momma. Look at Tyler Perry and that Madea character."

"Come on. I like Tyler Perry."

"He doesn't hate women the way it seems like Eddie Murphy does. I'll give you that. But the point is that these men are dictating how normal and big black women play in the movies. I can't think of a woman who would waste her time playing a fat black dude for laughs."

"I don't think our narcissism works that way. If a black woman gets the chance to carry a movie, or, heaven forbid, direct one, we wouldn't have time for a frivolous mess like 'Norbit." We'd have to make something that matters."

"That's the worst news of all about these brothers in drag. It means another black woman is out of a job."

"I'm convinced if Eddie Murphy had his way. He would have played his part in 'Dreamgirls' and Jennifer Hudson's."

"Don't even go there."

"Well, with this movie likely to top the box office when the Oscar polls close on February 20, Eddie should just be glad there are barely any big-boned black women in the Academy to vote for somebody else."

"Mmm hmm. You go, Marky Mark!"

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Two lost 12-year-old boys rescued from woods in Halifax

Two young boys lost in the woods of Halifax were rescued by State Police and Halifax authorities Friday evening, according to State Police.

The 12-year-old boys were reported lost to State Police around 4:35 p.m. and a request for helicopter support from the State Police Airwing soon followed, said Trooper Kenneth Gaetz, a spokesman for the State Police.

The children were located by the State Police helicopter at approximately 5:45 p.m., but it is unknown when Halifax authorities actually reached the boys, said Gaetz.

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The 12-year-olds were located quickly due to a call from a cell phone, according to reports by WBZ news. One of the boys called a parent for help, and police and fire were notified right after, they said.

The children were found barefoot in a swampy area of Halifax after they lost their shoes in the muck. Halifax police and fire waded out up to their knees in muddy water once the two were located, WBZ reported.

The two boys were briefly hospitalized, but have been released and returned home, WBZ reported.

“We’re glad we found them,” said Halifax police Sergeant Ted Broderick. “It was a good team effort to get out there and get them found.”


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Aqib Talib addresses Patriots media, sticks to football

FOXBOROUGH — Bedecked from head to toe in red and blue, representing the colors of his new team, Aqib Talib smiled as he entered the Patriots locker room Thursday afternoon.

He saw the gaggle of reporters and cameras clustered in front of his locker, waiting to have their first chat with him since he joined the team. The cornerback was acquired from the Buccaneers in a Nov. 1 trade but wasn’t able to join the team until Monday after his NFL suspension for performance-enhancing substances ended.

As he slipped into the crowd, Talib asked how everyone was doing.

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He talked for more than five minutes, and wanted to keep the discussion focused on football and not his checkered past, which includes the recent suspension, a previous one-game suspension for personal conduct, and several other off-field incidents.

Like most players that come to New England, especially those with notable events in their past, Talib’s main message was that he is here to help the team.

“I just want to come in and learn as quick as possible and work hard and see what I can do to help the team,” he said.

“I’m just coming in and doing what’s asked to be done; if it’s to help right away, then I’ll help right away.”

During his suspension, which began Oct. 13, Talib said he did his best to stay in shape, and now that he’s with the Patriots, he is coming in early and leaving late to learn the plays and the system.

But in his words, there are only about eight coverages a cornerback needs to know, and in his five years in the NFL, he said, he has played “almost every coverage.”

Talib is needed in the New England secondary, and he is arguably the best corner on his new team. The Patriots have struggled on the back end of the defense, and the acquisition of Talib, whose contract runs out at the end of this season, is a sign that Bill Belichick is pushing all of his chips to the center of the table for this year.

Though Talib’s relationships within the Buccaneers had become strained and he was not expected to remain with the club after this season, he did not see the trade coming.

“Until I was traded, I was a Buc, and now I’m a Patriot,” he said. “I’m just taking it one day at a time, one step at a time.

“You’re always surprised when you get traded. It’s football and I’ve seen it happen before, so I was surprised when it happened to me, but kind of not surprised.”

His teammates have embraced him, offering help for whatever he might need. Talib noted that “even Tom” approached him, referring to Tom Brady.

“They’ve been great,” he said. “I love the team already.”

Talib met Belichick during the pre-draft process in 2008, when he was coming out of Kansas, and also got to see the coach during training camp this season when the Patriots and Buccaneers held joint practices in Tampa before their preseason game. Talib remembered the sessions as competitive and fun, particularly since both teams had spent so much time to that point going against teammates.

Given his history, Talib was asked if Belichick told him he had a clean slate during their first sit-down.

“We just talked straight football,” said Talib. “He didn’t bring up the past. I didn’t bring up the past. He didn’t bring up the future. I didn’t bring up the future.”

They may have kept it to football, but whether it’s because he’ll need help quickly acclimating to the system or because of his history — perhaps both — the Patriots placed Talib’s locker next to that of Devin McCourty, moving rookie Tavon Wilson.

McCourty, aside from being very good at film study and is someone with a great deal of experience playing cornerback with the Patriots, is also a team captain and considered a high-character player.

Talib expressed excitement about being with New England when he arrived, and he reiterated that Thursday.

“I’m just excited to help, man,” he said. “I’m excited to be part of this organization, a great organization. I’m just excited Bill gave me the chance to come in here and help.”

Before wrapping up, Talib was asked how he describes himself off the field and whether he has been mischaracterized.

“I’m a competitor on the field, man, that’s kind of what we’re talking about right now — just football, man,” he said. “I mean, what happened in the past is in the past. I’m just looking forward to making the most of this opportunity and win some ballgames.”