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“When I was very young, my father practiced law. One of his best friends, Grant McFayden was a client. He was a perfectly marvelous man of enormous charm and integrity - just a wonderful, wonderful man.

In contrast, my father had another client who was a blowhard, overreaching, unfair, pompous, difficult man. And I must have been fourteen years old and thereabouts when I asked, “Dad, why do you do so much work for Mr. X - this overreaching blowhard - instead of working more for wonderful men like Grant McFayden?”

My father said, “Grant McFayden treats his employees right, his customers right and his problems right. And if he gets involved with a psychotic, he quickly walks over to where the psychotic is and works out an exit as fast as he can. Therefore, Grant McFayden doesn’t have enough remunerative law business. But Mr. X is a walking minefield of wonderful legal business.”

This case demonstrates one of the troubles with practicing law. To a considerable extent, you’re going to be dealing with grossly defective people. They create an enormous amount of the remunerative law business. And even when your own client is a paragon of virtue, you’ll often be dealing with gross defectives on the other side or even on the bench. That’s partly what drove me out of the profession.”

- Charlie Munger in The Poor Charlie’s Almanack

A very similar thought is in Desiderata too:

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Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.


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Monday, March 29, 2010

Mirror Image: My Own Shoes vs. Giuseppe Zanotti vs. Adi Designs

This shoe by Adi Designs is definitely the mirror image of Giuseppe Zanotti's cutout rivet sandals.  On the price tag war, my shoes remain the winner while Adi's runs second for only $36.99 and you can get it here.

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Israel Tourism News Roundup

Israel Ministry of Tourism logo. Tour guide. Eshkol. grapes.

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I’m going to try to start doing regular posts where I summarize recent news stories with relevance to the tourism industry in Israel. These might have to do with plans the Tourism Ministry is making, events or news about hotels or airlines, or anything that might affect the tour guiding business directly. If any of you come across relevant news stories that you think I might not have seen, please feel free to forward my way! Thanks! And as always, I’d love to hear any responses or opinions in the comments section.

For starters this week, good news! The number of visiting tourists in Israel has increased again, already passing last year’s figures. This year is on track to set new records for incoming Israeli tourists. I was going to hold off on publicizing and analyzing the numbers until the end of the year, but it has been such a prevalent story for every period this year, that I figured a mention at this point, when we just passed last year’s figures, would be worth it.

Of course, meeting the needs of that increase in tourists requires an investment in infrastructure. And at this week’s World Travel Market in London, Tourism Minister Stas Misezhnikov addressed this need. He said the ministry will be overseeing rapid hotel development, acting as a “one-stop shop for hotel building.” Interestingly, the Ministry is focusing its efforts outside of Jerusalem, recognizing that to truly accommodate the number of tourists they are hoping for, they will need to utilize the entire country.

(By the way, while on the topic of hotels, I wanted to mention that some of Jerusalem’s hotels have started to embrace social media as a means of building their customer base. The lush Inbal Hotel have been pioneers in this area, utilizing both Facebook and Twitter, and extending the community into the real world via hotel-based “TweetUps.” Follow them at @inbalhotel on Twitter. They have recently been joined on Twitter by the “new kid on the block” — the upscale Mamilla Hotel. Their Twitter account is — you guessed it — @mamillahotel. They have yet to figure out that the key to using Twitter successfully is to engage in conversation and use it to build community. At the current time they are only using it as a one-way broadcast of announcements. But hopefully this is a step to increasing the market share of all of Jerusalem’s hotels. I’d love to see the pie grow in size, rather than seeing it simply cut up in different ways.)

To that end, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been promoting Tel Aviv as an important destination in its own right. In addition to focusing on its world class beaches, the MFA’s article mentions Tel Aviv’s spot on the UNESCO list of World Heritage Sites, due to its Bauhaus architecture. It also talks about the city’s cultural offerings, and the way the city has been developing events to appeal to an international audience, including the Tel Aviv Marathon and various film and music festivals.

Another result of the increase in tourist numbers is an increase in flights. Both the WTM article and the article about Tel Aviv discuss this. A 13% increase in flights during the winter season is expected. This will include flights by 53 foreign carriers and an increase in flights by Israeli carriers. Misezhnikov also said he expected a fourth airline to establish a permanent route to Israel from the UK. Currently, only El Al, British Airways and easyJet fly regular routes here.

What are some other ways the government is trying to continue to increase tourist numbers? At the WTM, Misezhnikov discussed eased visa restrictions for Russia as one method. He also mentioned further cooperation between Israel and the tourism offices of Jordan and the Palestinian Authority. “Pilgrims don’t want to know about borders, so we are simplifying things for them,” he said.

Israel is also focusing on publicizing its offerings to the people who book tours — tour operators. These are people who create all-inclusive package tours for groups, as opposed to the people who make their own arrangements while traveling. To this end, the Ministry of Tourism, along with industry representatives and El Al Airlines, will be hosting “Where Else: Israel” in December. The 8-day convention will take operators on one of two travel itineraries, one to the Dead Sea and Eilat, the other in Tiberias, Nazareth, Akko and Haifa. The trips will be bookended by events for participants of both itineraries — an opening event in Jerusalem and a closing in Tel Aviv.

Advertising is another. In Toronto, the tourism office there unveiled a campaign to advertise on the sides of a luxury bus that shuttles travelers from the airport to several downtown hotels. In addition to being visible to the travelers themselves, it will also be seen in highly visible areas during its ten daily round trips.

The Tourism Ministry will also be relaunching last year’s successful Chanukah website. The website allows visitors to “light a candle” for each night of the holiday, unlocking information about tourism in Israel. At the end, those who have lit all eight candles will be entered to win a free trip to Israel.

Of course, the Tourism Ministry knows better than anyone that the bulk of tourists to Israel are actually non-Jews. Christian pilgrims form a huge part of this country’s tourism market. Thus, the Ministry is in the middle of a ten-week campaign aimed at this market in the United States. Furthermore, the Ministry has recently launched a slick new website aimed directly at the Christian market, called Walk Where Jesus Walked. Though it is geared towards the UK Christian market, it will certainly be useful to all Christian pilgrims.

And speaking of Christian tourists, Minister Misezhnikov may have a bit of an uncomfortable situation on his hands. Following the well-publicized rescue of the trapped Chilean miners, he offered to fly them and their significant others to Israel for an all-expenses paid trip over Christmas. A few days ago, the miners accepted Misezhnikov’s offer, on the condition that they could also bring more family members.

[T]he list wasn’t limited to the miners and their partners: It also included a long list of additional names. The list included 33 miners, 31 partners, two mothers of two single miners, the miners’ 33 children, one grandchild, one nephew and one partner’s daughter.

And if that wasn’t enough, one miner asked to bring both his wife and his mistress.

How do you say “chutzpa” en Espanol?

Regardless, now the Minister has a bit of a PR nightmare to handle. Does he spend a tremendous amount more money to accommodate all of these other travelers, or does he play hardball and ruin whatever good publicity he might have gained? I’ll try to follow up on the story in my next Israel Tourism News roundup. Either way, I wish you luck Mr. Misezhnikov!

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Furious New Years Blurr

HERE is the latest show, with new music from Paris' Acid Reflux, Odd Nosdam, Flying Lotus, and so much Jdilla and Madlib to list in one sitting. And for the new years festivities, this show is a nice blurry mix of smokey beats.

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Monday, September 14, 2015

Parnaz Foroutan Presents Beautiful Literary Family Drama in The Girl From The Garden

Dada, Dada, Dada. Mahboubeh remembers who even the mention of Radhel's name made the women and the children of the household nervous. She was all everyone ever talked about. The only authority. Mahboubeh walks into her garden with a length of rope in her hand. The rain fell for a long while for days and days, with fierce winds. Mahboubeh's feet sink into the mud. She walks slowly. Should she fall, who knows how long before someone comes. The fig tree leans dangerously to one side. Mayhoubeh wraps the rope around its trunk several times, then walks to the line of confers growing behind the fig tree. "Which one of you shall bear the burden?" The tree tops sway. Beaded drops of rain sit on their needles. Mahboubeh raises a trembling finger and takes a drop. "Such diamonds," she says. "For my eyes only?" She chooses he middle tree and wraps the end of the rope around its trunk. "Hold her, for now, until I can hire a man to build her a crutch." She pulls on the end of the rope, then knots it. She walks back to the fig tree and plucks a dried fig from its branch. She remembers how the other children ran to their mothers whenever Rakhel caught themn, cursing and yelling that she'd summon a djinn to visit them in their sleep and choke them for their thievery. Mayhoubeh had no one to run to, no one to protect her from Rakhel's anger and spite...
Mahboubeh  wants to reach out the tips of her fingers and touch Khorsheed's cheek. "Paradise is a Farsi word, Mother," Mahboubeh whispers. "It means an enclosed space, a garden set aside from the surrounding wilderness..."
In the outskirts of Los Angeles, in the sprawl of suburban homes that sit in the lap of dry, gold hills, there is a garden . In the warmth of late summer evenings, the perfumes of honeysuckles and jasmines in this garden are maddeing. Earthen pots of cosmos and geraniums surround the yard. Near the back wall grows a pomegranate tree...

Mahbouleh tends to the trees and flowers of her garden, dirt in the creases of her hand...Mahboubeh carries with her stories. They pour out of her and fill the space she inhabits, like so many hungry ghosts, begging to exists. Sometimes she forgets the parameters of that space, the dictations of time, and she slips into the past of her stories...She remembers the garden from her childhook. A tall brick wall separated it from the streets of the Jewish mahalleh in Kermanshah...

The Girl from the Garden

By Parnaz Foroutan

Sometime during the last century,  the Malacouti family lived in the Jewish mahalleh in Kermanshah... Perhaps there are other members of the family still alive, but we are given the family history through Mahbouheh. She lived in Iran during her early years, but now lives alone, an elderly woman, in Los Angeles...

All she has left is her Garden...and her memories, albeit sometimes faltering... Certainly we are honored that she has been willing to share the life of her family with us. It must have been a hard story to tell--as much as it is a hard story to read... The story is both factual and fiction.

While the culture and the book begins first with the story of two brothers, Asher and Ibrahim, I, an elderly woman who also lives alone, was drawn to the lives of the women living at that time, and in particular, Mahbouheh's mother...

Early on in the story I picked up and predicted what was going to happen and one woman came to mind  as the story went on... I didn't care about identifying anybody else... It was Mahbouheh's mother I saw in my mind...heard her tale... Her name was Khorsheed... And I imagined that Mahbouheh looked exactly like her mother...

Amidst the singing and the blessings, the family
of the young bride and groom take her to a far corner
of the hammam and sit her on a chair. They close
in around her, part slightly to allow in Naneh Adeh,
the old midwife, and a sudden hush falls upon the
room. The older woman approaches the young
bride, kneels before her, takes her face, looks her
in the eyes and ask if she has known a man. The
young girl shakes her head frantically, her eyes
wide and round. The woman places her wrinkled
hands on the girl's thighs, pulls them open, holds
the other folds...and explores the hidden folds with
the fingers of the other. All the women hold their
breath and wit. No one moves. The silence if
suddenly broken by the old woman's confirmation
that the girl is untouched. The singing and
dancing resume and they lead the girl to
another corner of the room to remove the down
of her arms and legs and to pluck and shape
her eyebrows...
Khorsheed and Rakhel, children, played together in the area surrounding their family's estate. It would be natural, except that they were both married, and one of them was pregnant... They are the wives of Asher and Ibrahim, with Asher, the older son, now head of the prosperous family. Their mother, Zolekhah, lives there as well as a number of servants...

It is important to note that marriage and progeny are closely tied together and many marriages are arranged with, perhaps, a chance for the future husband to see his wife before their formal vows are made. It is also important to note that the pregnant teen was not Asher's wife...but Ibrahim's...

And there the trouble started. Rakhel, wife to the oldest son, had not yet become pregnant. Of course, the problem was Rakhel, everybody said. And Rakhel slowly builds her defenses, while trying not to be jealous, envious of Khorsheed. But if sometime during their play, Khorsheed may be hurt in some way, accidentally of course, nobody really imagines that it could have been done on purpose...

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Outside of the basic story, I was interested in learning more about the historical activities of the Jewish women... It was clear that, given the communal use of the hammam for all women, that their personal lives were also shared communally. Indeed, during visits, the women would enter a home and if the men were not there, would shed their outside garments and welcome their friends. I realized that there was also a broad superstitious environment and in daily life, special activities occurred to prevent harm--all seemingly more colloquial, perhaps, than religious... Fascinating historical material is entwined in the beautifully written novel that very much complements the terrible story that is being shared.

Because the lives of this family were slowly falling apart... One tragic issue, for instance, was that Asher had seen a woman to whom he was greatly attracted. Not his wife. So that, when his wife had not conceived after too much time, and this other woman was divorced, he took her as a second wife... That story literally grabs your heart strings as it, too, causes further turmoil in the family... especially as to what happens to the second wife who also did not conceive...

Readers move back and forth-- It was 1978 when Mahboubeh realized that there was nothing remaining for her in Tehran. Everyone she knew was either dead or leaving... She remembered thinking that she had finally escaped history, but, then as she grew older, it was the history back home that haunted her...

On that last visit, Mahboubeh asked Rakhel again, "How did my mother die?"
And the old woman sat there, quietly, pensively, reflecting. Then she looked up at Mahboubeh and answered, "I've told you a thousand times, Degh marg shod. She died from sorrow."
That usually ended the conversation between them, but Hahboubeh knew that this might be the last chance she'd have at getting an answer from Rakhel and so she summoned her courage, looked the old woman in the eyes and asked, "What sorrow?"
"Degh. Degh. The kind that chokes you. That one that clenches at your throat. Degh," Rakhel said, holding her own throat with a bony hand. "All that anger and all that grief welling up inside you, and no voice to scream it out beneath the sky, so that you have to swallow it. Until it turns into a poison inside and eats your heart."

Throughout her life, Mahboubeh has asked first, her father, and then others why had her mother died. It was clear that she never received a satisfactory answer so that readers begin to seek the answer to this mystery, just as Mahboubeh... What had happened to her mother? Why did it seem that everybody was keeping something a secret and she not permitted to know...and understand...

Rakhel pulls back the curtains of the window facing the garden to look at the dark sky from the warmth of her bed. Her ankles rest on the windowsill, her toes press against the cool glass. A rooster crows, then another. The sky above is still dark when the first note of the muezzin's song rises from the minarets to announce the morning. Allah hu Akbar.
She images the town awakening. The silent motions of believers, kneeling in prayer. The rustle of bedlothes as children stir in their sleep, the pouring of water into iron kettles, the crackling of fires, the tired shuffle of the feet of women walking across kitchen floors. The muezzin's song ends. La ilaha illallah ripples the air, the rings growing wider and more distant and then a moment bereft of sound, until the silence is finally punctuated by birdsong...

The days fall one after the other, each day comes the calls for prayer. Does anybody outside of the Jewish mahalleh even know what is happening to the Malacouti family, for surely everybody at the estate knows... And readers have the great opportunity to read of a family drama like no other. Could it have happened to another family? I do not think so, the creative characters that populate this journal are so uniquely drawn that you find your heart breaking along with each one of those in that family. It's an awesome story, one that is haunting and memorable... And if it is truly only fiction, yet based upon the author's life to some extent, readers will not help but wonder--just how much of it is true--and whisper of God's merciful love on all...

Parnaz Foroutan was born in Iran and spent her early childhood there. She received PEN Center USA's Emerging Voices Fellowship for this novel, which was inspired by her own family history. She currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two daughters.


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"A place where dreams could come true...." Sheba murmured, relishing the wild beauty around her - if not for the something pricking at her thoughts, bringing back the vague horror she would rather forget. The wind brought a sweet and spicy scent that made her want to close her eyes and follow the richness until she found the source, and then burrow into it and be engulfed forever. But the chilling familiarity....

"Dreams ... or nightmares...." Boomer responded slowly.

"Nightmares?" she repeated, and turned to stare at him. He looked so haunted, suddenly.

He didn't look like he wanted to answer. "I've ... had some bad dreams these last few nights."

"Their deaths?" she whispered.

His eyes widened.

"You mean the Skipper and Starbuck?" Jolly had joined them from a glade; he looked like he knew exactly what they meant.

Boomer glanced back the way they'd come, the way their friends had gone - alone. "No! Not this time." Laser in hand, he raced off desperately, with Sheba and Jolly keeping the furious pace behind him. This time it was real; this time they didn't dare be too late.

* * * * *

The paths, with their stones as broken as tortured men's bodies. The trees overhanging, their branches beckoning in the breeze as they whispered in murderous conspiracy. Starbuck looked hypnotized by them.

Fatalistically, Apollo accepted it. They couldn't disobey orders - he didn't even think to call the commander to request a change, for how could he explain that a nightmare was the reason he couldn't obey? And he wouldn't send anybody else on a mission from which he did not expect to return. Therefore, he had to carry through with it. He had to find her, somewhere around the glade, with her guards.

"Shall I take the north?" Starbuck asked flatly, as if reading lines from a drama that barely interested him.

"Yes. I'll follow the path." The response came out automatically, and his feet moved forward of their own. His thoughts wandered over the people he would never see again, the world he had left so far behind, the future that would not be. Entranced, he left the sunshine behind.

Several centons later, alone amid the trees, he heard the rustle, and turned before the men could seize him. They were the same ones he'd seen in the nightmares. He stared at them without fighting as they took his weapon and pulled him away into the underbrush.

* * * * *

He returned to the plaza as he had before, when Apollo didn't answer his call; the place was as empty as before, for the moment. Feeling expectant, he cast his eyes across the water and waited. The woman was there somewhere, and would undoubtedly show herself at any micron, with her captive. And then her guards would seize him. It would be quick, at least, not like with the Cylons. They could have been days dying in Cylon captivity.

Why hadn't he told Cassie he loved her, on their last night together? That he wanted to seal with her, someday? And explained and apologized to Athena? And why hadn't he admitted to Apollo just how much his friendship meant? And he could somehow have told Boomer and Sheba and Jolly good bye, and maybe the commander and Boxey and Chameleon and....

Someone stepped into view in the sunlight. Starbuck sighed, waiting.

Then it struck him.

It was a woman waiting across the water, but it wasn't the woman from his dreams! The alluring and dangerous siren of his nightmares had become an old woman, erect but wrinkled, with gray hair instead of the glorious gold of the dream witch. Her gown was still in shades of green, but the figure within was full and mature, not the willowy youthfulness he had dreamed. And there was no sign of Apollo in the trees behind her....

It wasn't the same! As the wild hope rose in his heart that fate could be challenged and changed, someone grabbed him from behind.

* * * * *

The old woman spoke again, ceasing her pacing long enough to study the two men being held securely by her guards. She sounded as frustrated as the warriors felt. Their weapons, computrons, and languatrons lay in a heap on a stone, and they couldn't communicate without them. One of the natives fingered his knife; Apollo could almost feel its cold edge pricking his neck, and he could see his friend shudder.

As another incongruity to their dreams, the five natives each carried a small energy weapon of some kind in addition to their blades. The weapons were of such crude or ancient design that Apollo couldn't place their origin for certain, but he thought it was Colonial. That made it all the more frustrating that they couldn't speak to these people.

"Lady, we don't understand you!" Starbuck broke out desperately. "Can't you figure that out yet? We don't speak your language, and you certainly don't seem to know ours!"

She glanced at him, then concentrated her attention on Apollo. He felt a strange pressure for a moment, then a pain as though something sharp had just been plunged into his brain. A psychic blade, perhaps, to slash his mind preparatory to the physical one in her hands slashing his throat? He gasped as his equilibrium slipped in a very odd fashion.

"No! Not this time, you crassidies!"

Warriors and captors whirled at that enraged shout. Boomer stood at the edge of the grove, panting and sweating from a long hard run, face set in a grim dark mask. His laser pointed directly at the woman, as did the weapons of the warriors flanking him. Jolly and Sheba looked equally disheveled, and equally determined. Any of the three would shoot before they would allow her to give the final order or raise her knife.

She cried out one word; Boomer fired; she fell.

Apollo suddenly felt as though his spirits had lifted a thousand metrons. Something inside his soul was free again.

Glancing over, he saw Starbuck looking newly inspired as well.

The next micron was a blur. He felt the grip on his arms loosening, and tore himself free of his two captors. Starbuck had also grabbed the chance for freedom, and thrown himself toward their weapons. Laser bolts stung the air as their friends opened carefully-aimed fire.

Then the guards were lying in heaps on the ground, and their friends raced forward to join them, all but crying in relief. Sheba threw herself at Apollo in a warm, tearful embrace. Boomer leaned against a tree, suddenly weak-kneed. Jolly slapped them both on the back, unable to say anything.

"How did you know...?" Starbuck demanded of no one in particular.

"You're not gonna believe this," Boomer replied somberly, "but we all had bad dreams, and this place matches what we all saw-"

"Dreams?" Apollo and Starbuck both stared at him sharply.

It sank in slowly.

"Let's get out of here," Apollo finally said shakily.

"What about them?" Jolly asked, nudging the man lying nearest them. "We only stunned them. They'll wake up soon enough - and they probably won't be very happy to see us again."

"Leave 'em!" declared Boomer. "Whatever we dreamed, it won't happen if we get out of here. The rest of the survey team is already at the landing site, we warned them on the way."

"No," Apollo decided quietly. "They're human, and this place may have been a Colonial outpost at one time. We owe it to them, and to ourselves, to find out what happened. And why they're so hostile to us, and don't speak our language. Maybe even why we all dreamed of what could happen here...."

Starbuck chimed in with, "And why this woman was young in my dream, and old in reality."

"What?" asked a puzzled Sheba.

"That's right," Apollo confirmed. "She was young in my dreams too. We'll take her with us; when she wakes up, we can question her, now that we have access to our languatrons."

"Right." Jolly quickly shouldered the elderly woman's limp body and started off at a rapid pace, for one of his girth carrying such a burden. Boomer and Sheba hurried after, weapons ready in case they encountered any more of the unfriendly natives. The former captives took a micron to grab their weapons and equipment.

"One other thing, Apollo," Starbuck said slowly, as they followed the others. "There were only four guards and her. We could have taken them. Why didn't we fight? Why did we just let them capture us? When Boomer stunned her ... well, it was like I woke up from something. What happened to us?"

Apollo was already considering that very thought. They had been captured without a fight; they would have died without a fight. What had happened to their instinct and spirit? "Good question. Maybe she can answer it for us, when we're back aboard the Galactica."

* * * * *

The woman stared past Commander Adama in controlled silence. She hadn't said one word during the entire flight to the battlestar, and obviously intended to remain silent, even in the face of the ten warriors crowding the commander's chambers. She hadn't seemed surprised at waking in the shuttle and finding herself in space, nor at seeing the Galactica through the port as they approached. She had studied everything around her with wary curiosity, not the cowed fear they might have expected of a primitive. Obviously, her people knew something of space travel.

The five who had been on the surface of the planet and been involved in her capture moved restively, some hostility in their stances. Colonel Tigh and the security guard wore expressions varying from caution to curiosity.

Adama watched her for a long centon, fingers resting on the desk computer terminal. Accessing all language banks as it currently was, it functioned as a mega-languatron. There was no conceivable way the woman could not be understanding what he said. So why did she refuse to answer? He could swear her first reaction on entering the chamber had been recognition; if she knew him, why did she not speak?

He leaned back, trying to be as patient as she. He had to admit, she seemed almost familiar to him, too. What was it about her? Face lightly touched with the first creases of age. Silver-gray hair still with its last streaks of gold. A figure tending toward plump. The style of her gown was unusual, dyed in shades of green and embroidered in the same colors with flowers from a planet he didn't recognize - but thought he should know.

She was taking his measure too. He wondered what her judgment would be.

Starbuck's patience gave out before anything was decided or announced. He stepped forward, ignoring the captain's restraining hand. "Why did you try to murder us?" he demanded.

Startled, her gaze slid to the warrior. Anger replaced the set expression she had affected. A burst of words spilled; the computer translated. "Where is the crime in killing a killer?" she shot back.

Everyone was as astonished as Starbuck.

Her lips curled in contempt. When she spoke again, it was in slightly archaic Colonial standard. "Do you deny that your people founded our colony, then abandoned us here? I'm surprised you dared to come back, after leaving us to die. You're as guilty as the ones who murdered my people, those centuries ago!"

There were exclamations of surprise.

"You do speak our language!" Apollo cried. "But then why didn't you answer.... And what do you mean, we abandoned you?"

Silence!" Adama reclaimed command of the room, then touched a toggle to turn off the languatron. "I think there are many explanations in order, and this will not be necessary for them. Which of us shall begin?"

"As I am the prisoner, I believe you shall."

Adama had to consider for a moment. If the woman's people were to be friends, they should have the truth. But what if, somehow, they were enemies, and betrayed them to the Cylons? He stared at the woman for a moment longer, sensing that she knew more than she let on, and was not what she appeared. He decided to take the risk.

"Very well." He thought for a centon. "I am Commander Adama. These are some of my warriors. We guard the last survivors of the Twelve Colonies, descendants of Kobol. Our worlds were destroyed by a race known as Cylons, who seek the destruction of all humanity. We have fought them for a millennium, and lost. We now seek a planet called Earth, where our brothers of the Thirteenth Tribe may yet live.

"I sent my son and these others down to your planet, to determine if it might be Earth, or some other human-settled world. They were to make contact, peacefully, if they discovered inhabitants. Yet it seems your reaction was to take them prisoner and threaten their lives - and they claim you would have killed them, and did, in their dreams." The last was added reluctantly; how would this woman react to hearing what sounded unbelievable to him?

Strangely, the woman smiled slightly at that. "Cylons," she repeated, mouthing the word. "They are the ones who destroyed you? Silver beings in the shape of human?"

"Yes. You know of them?"

"They are the ones who attacked and destroyed us, many centuries ago."

Adama frowned. "And you feel we are as guilty as they?"

Her next words were chilling. "Surviving records say we called to our home world for help when we were attacked, but no help came, no answer of any kind. We believed ourselves abandoned. Some of us survived, on our own. Is it any wonder we have no welcome for you now?"

"We lost contact with many of our colonies in the early days of the war. Yours must have been one of them."

"We called our world Parnus. We were settled by Capricanus. You are Caprican, Commander. Tell us why you did not answer."

Sad enlightenment showed on his face as he explained. "Some of us are Caprican, true - but Caprica and Capricanus are not the same world. I remember reading about Capricanus in our histories. Settled early by Capricans, but not one of the Twelve themselves. She was destroyed in the first yahrens of the war. There were no surviving records that she had sent out settlers of her own." He sighed. "I don't know if we could have helped you even if we had known. The first yahrens were very difficult for us, before the battlestars were built."

She studied him intensely, suspicion battling with acceptance on her features. "How shall I know if you speak the truth?"

He stared at her. "The same way you knew we had arrived, the same way you knew our tribe, the same way you were not surprised to hear of my warriors' dreams. My mind is open to you now; reassure yourself."

The others present started in shock as Adama and the woman locked eyes. For several microns a peculiar heaviness seemed to hang over the chamber. Then the woman bowed her head and the heaviness lightened.

"You speak the truth. And you are entitled to the truth, and whatever assistance we can provide you." The bewilderingly swift shift in attitude left the warriors blinking.

"My name is Rhiannon," she began. "I am from Parnus. I am one of the Gifted. Our story is deep in history, but you may have copies of our records if you wish them. For now, sufficient to say we were settled by Capricanus and destroyed by the Cylons. But there were telepaths among the first colonists. Something about Parnus intensified those natural gifts. When the Cylons attacked us, only those gifts enabled us to survive. To this day, we who are Gifted serve as the protectors of our small society. And our society continues to exist, hidden.

"I felt your coming a secton ago, when you were still beyond our star system. All the anger and fear of those centuries ago remained; we did not want you here - you could have come with the Cylons behind you, or to reassert Colonial control over our world, or even as enemies yourselves. All we wanted was to be left alone. Our Council commanded that you be driven away, and that became my task."

Rhiannon made a face. "But somehow, Adama, I could no longer reach you. I know why, now - you had blocked off your thoughts after our first contact. You must somehow have known of my presence, subconsciously, and protected yourself from me. However I tried to touch your thoughts....

"So I turned to the others." She glanced around at the warriors. "I recalled the names and impressions of those closest to you. I thought if they could be made to fear our planet, that they would refuse to go, or perhaps advise you against landing there."

She met Apollo's stare. "I gave them dreams of despair and death. I ... haunted them, using an image of myself as inevitable death."

"You sent those nightmares," Starbuck muttered.

"Why use a language we didn't understand?" Apollo asked slowly. "You wanted us to understand and stay away...."

"To make the dreams more threatening. We fear what we do not know more than we fear the familiar."

"Would you have killed us?"

She shook her head. "No, not I. But you would have disappeared. And your companions eventually would have believed you dead, and returned with that belief."

"Those dreams ... you don't look like that young woman," Starbuck objected.

Rhiannon's expression turned tart. "I did, when I was young. It appears my psyche still sees me so." She sighed briskly. "It is not easy to accept that youth has faded. Someday, Starbuck, you will have to look in a mirror and realize you are no longer a child."

He looked uncomfortable, and shut up.

"What now, Commander?" she asked, turned her attention back to Adama.

"Our warriors will escort you back to Parnus, if you wish. Or you and yours are welcome among us. You mentioned assistance you might provide?"

She laughed briefly, her eyes flashing as brightly as they must have in her glorious youth. "I do not think there is room in your fleet for all our people! Remember, our society is hidden! But our Council is aware of all that has been said here today. We can provide you with some food and water, and there is tylium on our world's moon.

"We had also been planning for an expansion in our population through the next generation - we have had to plan carefully to protect ourselves. We could welcome perhaps a thousand of your people among us, and there may be a few who wish to travel the stars with you." She sounded more thoughtful.

"That is something we must discuss," the commander agreed.

* * * * *

Parnus was a much more beautiful place with her secrets revealed, and with the peace of knowing death wasn't waiting in the next few microns. Rhiannon's people were primarily concealed underground, with the few surface installations and fields so scattered as to appear ruins or natural random chance. The population knew how to maintain the illusion of wilderness so everything looked untouched and unlikely to attract attention from the mechanical Cylons

However, it was guaranteed to attract attention from the planet-starved population of the fleet. It was a lovely place for furlon, and the Parnussians graciously granted the privilege to the Colonials, who were quick to take advantage of it. Even the warriors had time off to spend on the surface.

Loading what supplies the Parnussians could spare took only a few days, time that was more pleasure than work for the technicians involved.

What took longer was selecting new settlers from among the several thousand in the fleet who volunteered for the comparatively few places available on the planet. Rhiannon was in charge of the selection, choosing by a complicated system of personal belief, health, and heritage, with Cassiopeia as assistant because of her own medical background and empathy. The Council of the Gifted did insist on access to the personnel files of the volunteers - which somehow led to access to complete personnel files. The Parnussians wanted settlers who would be compatible with the society they already had, and would also infuse new genetics to their relatively limited, isolated people. They rejected members of the Otori sect - who had volunteered as a group - out of hand, which nearly caused a riot on the freighter Gemini; then they extended an invitation to the staff of the Orphan Ship to supply likely candidates from among the children. When Adama inquired, Rhiannon pointed out that some of their people were foregoing their right to have children in the next few yahrens to make space for the Colonials now, and were therefore entitled to ask for the children, who after all had no known relatives, and could now have families and safer lives. Several individuals were issued special invitations to join the society; some declined, others accepted.

When Adama asked Rhiannon what standards she was really working by, the woman smiled mischievously and said the Colonials might have to wait a few millennia for that answer. Adama took that to mean the Parnussians meant to return to space, but in their own time and way. Somehow, he knew he was right. Rhiannon and Adama had several discussions on various topics; some of those conversations were private, and no one was quite willing to ask outright what had been discussed.

The selections were finally made, not without additional grumbling. The thousand or so settlers, including three hundred orphaned children, were moved to the surface. It did allay, somewhat, the overcrowding in some of the ships.

Only a handful of Parnussians were interested in leaving their planet, but they were duly welcomed aboard the Galactica.

* * * * *

Adama stared at the chalice of light green fluid. It was distilled from the blossoms of the moss-like plant that strengthened the psi centers of the human brain, according to Rhiannon. She had told him of its uses on Parnus. The rest of the bottle was safely stored under voice-lock in his chambers. And she had promised him more, if he wished it.

She'd wanted him to stay, he knew. But Rhiannon and the Council of the Gifted had been wise enough to realize he couldn't. Even so, she had asked him, once, personally, to remain on Parnus. Even at his current age, she suggested, he could learn about and expand the natural abilities she knew he had.

There had been many times in Adama's career when he had been certain of the results of future actions. Was it precognition? He knew he had some telekinetic gifts. If this vintage would help him to serve his people better, and protect them from their enemies, it would be a gift beyond compare.

He took a sip.

Hmm. Even if it did nothing at all, the flavor was worth the drinking.

Adama felt something at the edge of his thoughts, questioning. He smiled, wondering what kind of range either of them had.

"Hello, Rhiannon. Yes, I hear you...."

* * * * *

Starbuck studied the courtyard as if memorizing it. "A few more centars, and we'll be on our way again," he murmured. "If you'd told me two sectons ago that I could miss this place...."

Apollo grinned in complete understanding. "Changing your mind? I'll bet they'd still make room for you - and Cassie, since she was invited too."

"I think I was born for the stars, not a planet. And Cassie seems to be with the Galactica for the duration now. How about you? Are you changing your mind?" Both warriors had been among those invited to stay on Parnus.

The sunlight played on the water, breaking and rippling as the scented breeze teased small waves across the pool.

"Said all your good byes?" Apollo asked a moment later.

Starbuck nodded. A former girlfriend and her new husband were among those staying; Aurora and Damon had been invited because of their electronics skill, he was sure. They had been eager to accept, and find a new life on the planet.

Apollo glanced around to the grove that had figured so prominently in their nightmares. He began to stroll down the paved path through it. The spice scent was heavier under the branches and hanging moss, heavier even than it had been the day they first met Rhiannon. He drew in a deep breath of its life. She'd said something about certain flowers and herbs being ready for harvest, and the strange moss was obviously in full bloom. But he wondered why the scent had been so strong in his nightmare; smell wasn't usually a dominant sense in his dreams....

Footsteps rustled behind him, and a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Hey, Apollo, Boomer called...."

Touch brought a spark in his thoughts, and the rest of Starbuck's sentence echoed in his mind even as his friend stared, open-mouthed and wide-eyed in utter shock.

"...from the shuttle. It's time to go." An image of Boomer, the shuttle, and the Galactica in flight among the stars.

Those thoughts vanished in grayness as Starbuck jerked away from him.

Apollo slowly realized he was leaning against a tree for support, half-buried in the drape of moss with its thick flowering of small, green, spice-scented flowers.

"How in hades...." Starbuck said weakly.

"Your thoughts," Apollo murmured, breathing heavily.

"You were thinking of Rhiannon, and the dream...."

"And you were thinking ... of Boomer, and of leaving...."

Starbuck paled more, if that were possible. He nodded and swallowed.

Two figures appeared along the path, Rhiannon and a young man, one of the guards they had first met. The old woman gestured and the man lent a hand and pulled Apollo out of the moss. Starbuck stepped back when the man turned as if to help him as well.

"Rhiannon," Apollo said, "what happened? Did you...?"

She shook her head with a vaguely superior look.

"Then what...?"

"I will explain, if you will stop stuttering."

The warriors were silent, intent on her words.

"There is something about the green-flowering moss, it affects the psi center of the human mind."

Apollo understood. "That's what makes the Gifted Ones gifted?"

"It can only affect what already exists."

Starbuck glanced at Apollo in panic.

"That is one reason we were eager to have you join us, from the obvious effect of the moss. With training and exposure, you would both have been very useful to us, and undoubtedly have risen to the Council of the Gifted in time."

"You didn't kill us because you were going to kidnap us?" Starbuck blurted without thinking.

"No. The time we would have risked taking you without your people's knowledge or will is past. Knowing you know, I doubt we could convince you to join us - it would be foolish to try to hold Gifted Ones such as yourselves who are so obviously dedicated to your own people and duties. No, I have come to say my farewells to you, and to apologize, again, for our misunderstanding."

"Is this permanent? How long does the moss effect last?" Apollo asked with trepidation. "This isn't something...."

"You haven't been exposed long enough for any permanent effect. It is only that you are here in peak bloom. I suspect that if you had not touched in this grove you would never have noticed anything more than heightened sensitivity to each other's moods for a few days."

"You suspect?" the captain repeated.

She shrugged. "I have never been without my gift. And as none of our people have left the planet in nearly a millennium - which was before we understood the reasons ourselves - we haven't actually been able to experiment. But that is something you will have to deal with, whatever happens, since you have rejected the choice of remaining here.

"However, that is not why I am here. I have a gift for Adama, and I wish you to convey it to him," Rhiannon finished easily, a flick of the wrist dismissing the prior topic.

Her companion moved back to the crate he had been carrying, but had put down to assist Apollo out of the vegetation.

"I promised him some of a local vintage - a very special vintage. He is expecting it, and knows its strength."

"That sounds rather cryptic," Apollo noted.

She only smiled warmly, secretively, and moved off along the path, vanishing completely along its curve through the trees.

"Apollo," Starbuck began shakily, "what do you think happened between her and your father? I mean, after that first meeting...."

"Starbuck, I'm not going to ask. And neither are you. I ... suspect we'll just have to ... trust her a little. The Commander obviously does. Let's get back to the shuttle before Boomer comes looking for us. I'll take the ... local vintage."

"Hmmph!" But he followed, as always. As always....

And felt Apollo's gratitude at knowing the truth of it.

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Saturday, April 30, 2011

Run, Run......

....the dogs are loose...maybe I can make to the Persimmon Tree!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Did You Know?

Squirrels are the most commonly seen wild animal. They are in the park, in the backyard or even at the school playground. They are found in almost all places on Earth, except for Australia, Antarctica, and the Island of Madagascar (home to lemurs). Squirrels are rodents that are closely related to chipmunks, marmots, prairie dogs, groundhogs, and woodchucks. They are characterized by their large eyes, bushy tails, and prominent front teeth. The most common squirrel seen in the United States is the Eastern gray squirrel, which live in trees. Other types of squirrels live in underground burrows. The smallest of all squirrels is the African pygmy which is only 4 inches long. The largest squirrels are found in Asia; these giant squirrels can measure up to 36 inches and weigh almost seven pounds. One of the most interesting squirrels is the nocturnal flying squirrel. This animal has large flaps of skin that allow it to leap extremely long distances, much more than that of a common squirrel. Squirrels eat plants, such as grass, nuts, and seeds. Some consume insects and a few species will occasionally eat small amounts of meat. Squirrels plant 1000s of trees. They bury nuts and forget where they have put them. The acorns then grow into trees. Some types of squirrels and squirrel like animals are Albino, American Red, Antelope, Arizona Gray, Black, Chipmunk, Douglas, Eastern Gray, Flying, Fox, Idaho, Marmot, Prairie Dog, Pygmy, Richardson, Rock, Southern Flying, Spotted, Western Gray, and Woodchucks! Russellville Courier Democrat April 28, 2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Zeke Pups

Siggie and Zeke had 4 pups, 3 males and one female. Zeke is out of Spud and Lia and Siggie is from Tie and Bell Starr. Bell is out of Max. Larry Ellingson owns the mother of Siggie.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Just Missed Us

This came right at us and then turned and just missed us!
I was watching from the front porch!

Galla Lake is Full

Galla Lake no longer needs water. It is overflowing!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Zeke and Siggie

Accidents happen. Zeke and Siggie have a litter of pups. It was Siggie's first heat and Regina and Clif did not know that she was bred, but Zeke is a sneaky Feist! They live near Arkadelphia. Here is what Regina said about the colors and sexes!
Hope you made it through the storms ok.We had some close but not here.
Siggie and I were up all night having puppies!The vets xrays are not very
accurate...two of them only showed one pup.She had 4!She is a good little
mom!She had one that looks like zeke and three that look just like Tie.3
boys and one girl.I am so glad that its over. Regina Phillips

Monday, April 25, 2011

Happy Easter

Happy Easter from our side of the fence!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Looking Up

Viper is looking up. If I say "where is that squirrel?", she and Cora Vette will start looking in the tree tops--eyes on scan! I am excited about hunting them this fall!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Internet Down

My internet was down last night. Guess from all the storms, but we are back in business today. Sure is funny how fast one becomes accustomed to technology. I could not watch Netflix or how to videos on You Tube.

Opal and Lia are starting to show. Can't be sure but looks like we will have two litters of pups by May 18!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Betty's Facelift!

Well, Betty's facelift is on the fascia and soffet on our farm house. She is excited to get rid of all those wrinkles and I am too!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Sterling's Axel

Axel is a grandson of Spook and Max--he sure is a looker. He is a full brother to Roger Littlejohn's Smarty

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Yard Treeing

Spud hates squirrels getting into our yard. He will tree on and on. Cora Vette and Viper are treeing from their kennel. They are looking up in the tree with an eye on Mr. Bushy and they are hammering down. When we go outside Bonnie and Spud will turn and look at us and bark! As if to say, "will you please do your job and shoot this squirrel!"

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Piper and Grits

Pete sent photos of Piper and Grits. He said they are a little upset with him for not shooting what they are treeing. Also, he is hoping they will be more verbal next season.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Beautiful Turkey

More from Pete in Tennessee--He says the turkey is the one hanging from his feet. lol
Pete said--
Tuesday,I got a "kitchen pass"and was able to sneek off for an hour or two to turkey hunt.The turkeys here are all "hened up"and the boss gobbler lead all his girls away. Two,[ 2 year old ]satelight gobblers came in late to check on my calling and only one, made it back to the flock.I will be extremely busy this spring with farm work and bee yard work,so I have to have my fun when ever I can. Best Regards Pete.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Pete R. (has Piper and Grits) from over in TN shared some photos with us. Thanks so much, Pete. Looks like he is a Martin lover too! This tower Martin house set Pete back quite a few bucks. Siggie is growing some gourds and I hope I can make something like Pete has below. Here is part of his email:
Renfroes, hope you guys are doing well. I thought you might like to see some more blog pics from a different part of the country. Spring is definitely here,but very late this year.Usually get my martins about 3/17,and only had one pair this year on 04/01. Then the word got out and last Saturday picked up 25-30 overnight.I think they may be here to stay. Pete

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Siggie's Lock

Siggie came over and fixed the front door so it is very secure. She said 'this will kept the robbers away!'

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Jack Attends Family Affair

Troy Vance sent photos of family reunion which even Jack attended. Looks like the fishing was good. Here is his email--
This family has been getting together in the spring for fishing and in the fall to squirrel hunting for decades. We didn't make the trip last year because Dobs had pups. Friday night was guitar playing and big time 42 games. Folmar and myself put out 3 short trot lines and the others were pole fishing for crappie.Think we caught 15 channels and two crappie. pole fishing was slow with most of them in 10 to 12 foot of water.Saturday evening the black pots came out and the fish fry began. Fried fish, taters, coleslaw and garden onions. Don't get much better than that.
We had a good time. Jack had a good time playing with the kids and was very well behaved. Troy Vance

Monday, April 04, 2011

Shoo Shoo

Wish this bird would find a new perch!

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Feists Everywhere

Got this nice email from New York about the Blog and a picture of the family Feist.
Dear Mr. Renfroe,

I wanted to thank you for the extensive photo log you have of the Feist Breed of dogs. You have helped me identify what breed of dog we have.

I live in the Finger Lakes Region of New York and recently via, my family & I adopted a beautiful little rescue dog we named Jill. She came with a stack of paperwork. I looked at the most recent stuff on top & didn't get a chance to go through the older paperwork until today. The paperwork on top said that they thought her breed was Chihuahua-Terrier mix. Today I was going through the original paperwork from North Carolina, where she was first rescued and it said that her breed was Feist. Well, up here, I had never heard of a Feist. So a little research lead me to your wonderful site. She looks like many of the dogs shown in your photo gallery.

We had two Jack Russell's & in December lost our sweet, Ozzy, to a rare form of cancer, he was only 7. His best friend, Jack (who is a rough-coat Jack Russell) missed him terribly. We were 'just looking' when we came across Jill & her sister on Petfinder. We applied for adoption and after references, a vet check & a home visit (whew!!) we were approved.

She is just the most wonderful little breed of dog. She cracks us up with her antics & she keeps Jack on his toes. Although he's more than happy to have a new playmate. It's good to know her breed & what she was originally bred for so that we can be aware of what her 'natural instincts' are.

Again, thank you so much for your informative & wonderful website.

Sue Barnes

Friday, April 01, 2011

I snapped this picture of a picture when we took Lia down to Dan's. This is a picture of Dan with his first squirrel. Matt captured the memory.


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This week we had the beautiful, Mikaella on Mike in Brazil. When we caught up with her, she was on the beach and looking super hot in a bright red bikini. Mikaella ran on the sand, as her juicy tits and ass bounced up and down. The action continued inside where she undressed and played with her sweet Latina pussy. Mikaella asked for a cock in her mouth, and she got it. She sucked and fucked that cock like only a Brazilian vet could. Mikaella also got her pussy pounded and got man juice all over those sweet tits.


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CALGARY - South Korea said Monday it will resume imports of Canadian beef, following a breakthrough in lengthy talks between the country and Canada.
Exports of meat from cows under 30 months of age could be worth more than $30 million to Canadian cattle producers by 2015, the Canada Beef Export Federation said.
South Korea was Canada’s fourth largest beef market when it closed its borders in 2003, following the discovery of BSE in some Canadian animals, and is the last key Asian market to re-open to Canadian beef.
“After almost a decade, Canadian beef producers are on track to gain access to the lucrative South Korean market, making our industry and entire economy stronger,” Agriculture Minister Gerry Ritz said in a statement. “The high quality of our beef products combined with the effectiveness and transparency of Canada’s control system is precisely the reason why South Korea can be confident in the safety of Canada’s beef.”
The federal government said the two countries have resolved technical issues and will work to finalize the agreement.
South Korea’s agriculture ministry said the government will submit a motion to the South Korean parliament to review the bilateral deal before announcing details of the import safety criteria.
“The Canadian government told us that all the procedures would be completed by December 31 of this year to resume beef imports. And, our government said, that we would do our best to resume the imports within the period,” the ministry statement said.
South Korea will put the import health requirements to public consultations, the Canadian government said.Canada will also request a suspension of the World Trade Organization proceedings it began against Korea in 2009.
China also agreed to resume imports of Canadian beef last year, but hasn’t started accepting shipments yet.
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Once a garage was only required to store the family car and maybe the children’s bikes, a decent garage sport rack for balls and games, and some tools. These days we seem to have accumulated so much clutter, that the garage becomes so messy it can’t be used for anything. We often use odd bits of furniture in the garage to store some of this stuff, but this results in a messy, disjointed space.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Sahara Desert

Aboard a camel, we approach the dunes of Erg Chebbi

The land around these huge sand dunes is flat as a pancake and bone dry. The palm trees appear to be engulfed by sand dunes. Likely the desert has encroached on them. This process is called desertification, a subject I plan to deal with in the next post.

Is this dragonfly alive or dead?

We were awakened (if we actually managed to sleep) to observe the sunrise over the Sahara. We got out of our warm bedding and climbed the dunes surrounding our camp. It is not warm in the desert at night. The dragonfly was likely just responding to the lower air temperature and would come to life once the sun rose, and warmed it up.

There is vegetation in the Sahara

If you, like me, assumed that the Sahara was only sand, it would come as a surprise to you to see that there are many clumps of grass to be seen.

Animal tracks

While waiting for the sun to rise I noted some tracks, but could not even imagine what animal might make them.

Shadows at sunrise

We were infatuated with the shadows and the lower the sun was, the longer the legs of our camels were! But it was difficult to take pics as camels do not give a smooth ride!

My daughter, and behind her, Lisa

This pic shows some of the vegetation on the dunes.

It was about 2 months ago that I was there. was such a great trip. I absolutely love reviewing my photos.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

To the East of the High Atlas Mountains

Well done Jackie! Yes, the Sahara Desert in on the lee side of the Atlas Mountains of Morocco.

So we were on our way to our camel trekking excursion when our guide stopped to point out this plant to us. It is an amazing plant as it was by far the largest plant around and the only broad leafed plant I had seen for hours.

Our guide told us it was called Calotropis procera. Today I did some research on it.

my daughter checking out Calotropis procera

Common names include Apple Of Sodom, Rubberbush, and Giant Milkweed. It is a member of the Asclepias family, and is related to the lovely orange flowered drought tolerant garden plant commonly known as Butterfly Weed. It is one of the few plants that neither goats nor camels will eat.

the flower buds

It seems it is being considered for cancer treatment. From the SciELO website:
"Calotropis procera, a wild growing plant is well known for its medicinal uses in traditional system of medicine for the treatment of variety of disease conditions that include leprosy, ulcers, tumors and piles... The milky white latex obtained from the plant exhibits potent anti-inflammatory activity in various animal models that is comparable to standard anti-inflammatory drugs... It has been well established through various experimental and clinical studies that drugs possessing anti-inflammatory activity also exhibit anti-cancer properties."
The dried seed pod

And from the Herb Society of America website:
" is a magnificent shrub, reaching 10 feet tall, with large silver-green leaves, clusters of waxy purple-tipped flowers, and inflated pale green seed pods. The pods split open when ripe to release silk-tufted seed to the wind. The latex is poisonous, containing digitalis-like compounds that affect the heart, and is used to make arrow poison. Medicinally, the acrid sap latex is used to treat boils, infected wounds and other skin problems in people, and to treat parasitic skin infestations in animals. It also yields ash for making gunpowder, and extremely strong fiber."

the seeds

There are a number of interesting comments from people growing it in Florida on the Daves Garden website. It seems that the plant is a favourite of Monarch butterflies.

What an interesting plant!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Onion Storage and Storks in Morocco

There are onions in there!

Our guide informed us that these structures are for onion storage. I use the word "structure" loosely as there are no walls. It seems the onions are carefully insulated (straw and dirt?) from the cold and wet so that they last through the winter and the season over which they are sold is therefore greatly extended. It was impressive to see the numerous neat rows with the yellow tarps.

Storks in Ifrane

Soon after the onion storage we started to see the storks on rooftops. I was totally smitten and took pics of every stork and nest that I saw! The storks are considered to be good luck so despite the mess that their nests bring, they seem to be happily tolerated, even in the upscale city of Ifrane, where everything is new. Kinda reminded me of Banff, in Alberta.

More storks in Ifrane

There is a ski hill near Ifrane, but on Feb 6 it was long closed. Spring has come much too early to Morocco this year.

Me on the left, our guide in the middle
and my daughter on the right

We really enjoyed our guide!

Morocco has the High Atlas, the Middle Atlas, the Anti Atlas and the Sahro mountain ranges. These pics were from the Middle Atlas, which usually receives plenty of snow, however not this year. After the mountain ranges a rain shadow effect kicks in in a big way. Anyone know what is to the east of these mountains?

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Bahia Palace In Marrakech, Morocco

This tall poinsettia was growing in the garden of the Bahia Palace in Marrakech. It must have been 15' tall. A far cry from our little Christmas plants! As a grower of houseplants in a northern climate, I find it very amusing to travel to these plant's native lands and see the plant as it is meant to grow.

Banana Flower

A single large flower grows at the bottom of the string of fruit. I looked up banana flower on Google Images and it seems they are quite spectacular when open.

I am surprised that they point upwards rather than down. Moroccan bananas are smaller than what we get in North American grocery stores.

Interior of Bahia Palace

Every square inch of the walls were intensively decorated in this palace that is just over a hundred years old. The rooms vary in size according to the importance of each wife or concubine.

A fountain with floating rose petals

On our way to the palace we spied this fountain in the courtyard of a restaurant. The water was flowing and the sound was lovely. It was magical. Marrakech has thousands of roses planted in the parks of the city, particularly on the way to the airport.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Almond Trees Were in Bloom in Morocco

almond blossoms

I had spied many small trees in bloom as I travelled inland from Tiznit to Tafraoute. Some had pink blossoms, others white. I had wondered if either of them were almond blossoms and it turned out that they both were.

almond tree near Tafraoute

Not all of the almond trees in Morocco were as healthy as this one. Unfortunately many were much shorter and scrawnier.

The Tafraoute area (south of Marrakech) has an almond blossom festival every year, around mid to late February. I was there in late January so I missed it.

between Agadir and Marrakech

Travelling by bus from Agadir to Marrakech I was in awe of the almonds in bloom in the valley below the road. Unfortunately it is a little difficult to take pics through a bus window, while it was barrelling along.

A few days later I hired a driver and asked him about whether or not almonds self-seed themselves, as I am used to seeing fruit trees planted in carefully laid out rows, while these almond trees were helter skelter. But I was told that almond seeds do not produce a tree that will produce good almonds and therefore all must be grafted and then planted. So I think that some of the trees that are growing in difficult places (see up the hillside in the background of this pic) must be self-seeded and those growing healthily, though not organized, are grafted plants.

a typical shop, this one selling dates (many different kinds),
raisins, dried apricots, almonds, and garlic

I also found it interesting to note that almonds in Morocco are not cheap. In the Tafraoute area they were $9/kilo and in Marrakech, for the tourists, they were $13/kilo ($6/lb). In a bulk store here we buy them for $10/kilo.

Generally in Morocco the prices are not indicated. You must bargain. There is one price for the locals and another for the tourists. I have read that Germans, Americans and Japanese pay the highest prices!

What is unusual is that in Tafraoute and at the carts in the Jemma El Fna square in Marrakech, the prices of the dried fruit and nuts were clearly labelled.


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the Secret Garden and the Cabin in the Woods

I've lived in this very special place for three decades and we have had an enormous amount of fun over the years. Now I'd like to share a part of it with you.

We're only three miles from Watford but I promise you quite a surprise when you enter the secret garden.

I'd like to invite you to try your very own private afternoon tea or cosy four course supper in the cabin. All the usual suspects will be there, you can fill your face full of a variety of sandwiches, scones, with the obligatory clotted cream and jam and yummy cakes and maybe a brownie or a chocolate dipped strawberry. Hips expanding as I write. Oh yes, there will be unlimited tea and coffee too.

Our neighbours are Leavesden Studios, home of the spectacular Harry Potter Studio Tour.

If you're planning to visit the studios why not pop in before or after your tour? A very special way to begin or end your experience.

Few things to mention, it is a woodland garden so best to wear comfy clothes and definitely flat shoes ! It is a bit of an adventure...

If it's dinner you desire, here are our current menu choices and a bit about how it all works:

I can't, at the moment, cater for children under 12 or any allergy requirement but if you have a veggie request then I'll do my best to accommodate! A minimum of six people are required to secure a booking for afternoon tea at £17 per head.

Final directions will be supplied in time for your arrival, we are a bit of a secret so please keep it to yourself. You know who's the word..... Schhhh!!

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Live ‘spreecast’ show with guest Roxanna Elden

On Wednesday July 11th at 10:00 PM EST, I will be hosting another live show on Spreecast, with guest Roxanna Elden.

Roxanna is TFA alum, a current teacher, and the author of ‘See Me After Class’ and recently did a presentation entitled ‘The Myth Of The Superteacher’.

To watch the show go here Wednesday July 11th at 10:00 PM.

You can watch and if you register for an account (you can log-in with your Facebook or Twitter account easily), you can type comments and questions.  Also, if you download and install Adobe Flash, you can even participate by requesting to come on camera.  Then, I will have the ability to bring you on and you can talk with me, Roxanna, or whoever else is on at the time.

Click here to learn more about how to watch and participate in the Spreecast.

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  1. Good choice. I read her book just yesterday as a preview to see if I might give it to our new teachers this coming year.

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Written By: Gary on April 17, 2006 One Comment

So now that we have Windows on a Macintosh? Why not OS X on a Wintel machine (a stereotypical windows machine). How many people might buy it whil ewaiting for vista?

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  1. J.A.S.O.N. says on: 17 April 2006 at 8:45 pm

    I think “How many people might buy *instead* of waiting for vista?” is a more appropriate question. ;-)

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Monday, September 26, 2011

DoD Cuts could increase Jobless Rate by 1%

Our lawmakers are trying to get spending and the deficit under control but the way they are going about it may have some unpleasant unforeseen consequences. Defense Secretary Leon Panetta has warned Congress that if they fail to agree on debt-ceiling talks and trigger $1 trillion in Pentagon budget cuts, they could add 1 percentage point to the U.S. jobless rate.

Under the current deficit-reduction plan, the Pentagon must slash more than $400 billion in defense spending over the next decade. In addition to that, the newly created deficit-cutting super-committee has until Nov. 23 to reach a consensus on budget cuts. If the committee members can't agree, or if Congress rejects its plan (which is entirely possible), automatic cuts of $1.2 trillion would hit the government accounts, with half coming from defense spending.

The trillion dollar total would force spending reductions that likely would necessitate shrinking the size of the Army, Air Force and Marine Corps to the smallest numbers in decades and also lead to the smallest Navy in nearly 100 years.

"We would break faith with those in uniform who are serving. At a time of war, that's unacceptable," one of Panetta’s assistants told reporters.

According to a new Pentagon analysis, the defense industrial base provides 3.8 million private-sector jobs. The 1 percentage point increase in the unemployment rate would include government, military and private-sector jobs. The current national unemployment rate is already 9.1 percent.

Defense officials have argued repeatedly that triggering the automatic spending reductions would mean slashing military programs based on arithmetic rather than on sound national security strategy. Panetta and his predecessor, Robert Gates, have insisted that government leaders and lawmakers must decide what they want their military to be able to do, and then cut the budget accordingly, rather than take a percentage off all the accounts.

Defense spending has nearly doubled since the Sept. 11, 2001, terror attacks to more than $500 billion. That spending is separate from the $1 trillion-plus for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan in the past decade.

Pentagon officials have said the initial cut of $400 billion or more will be tough but manageable, but adding another $600 billion "is a red line that this government should not cross."

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Ford Ecoboost 1.0L Turbo

Ford had its carry-on capable, 1.0L Ecoboost engine on display at this year’s Chicago Auto Show, along with the new high-mpg Fiesta it’s set to go into.

Ford first started talking about its new 3-cylinder turbo back in 2011, and slowly teased us with more details and videos, then a solid ‘Ring racer powered by the tiny 1.0 Liter back in September, and then – finally – a confirmation that the 49 MPG (European rating) Fiesta would be headed Stateside. Chicago, though, had the car on display for all to see and poke at – but, oddly enough, the car was locked up.

“Why is the Fiesta locked?” I asked. “It’s the only Ford here I have any interest in.”

“It’s a pre-production model,” I was told. “We don’t have any MPG figures or a final sticker for it, yet.”

That seemed odd to me, since the car has been in production and on sale in Europe for several months already, and the bigger-than-1.0 L Ecoboost Fiestas were available for poking and prodding not 10 feet away. All the same, this particular Fiesta doesn’t punish its driver by looking like a bargain-basement ride. The Aston-style grille looks right at home, and clever details like noise-cancelling airflow fins on the side mirrors and a big quarter-window up front to aid visibility are just a few of the features that help the little Fiesta look more upscale than, say, the Chevy Spark. No word on whether the interior keeps the party going, however, since – well, locked.

Expect final pricing and EPA-certified numbers in a few weeks, then. We’ll post ’em as soon as we have ’em. In the meantime, feast your eyes on the forced-induction, tiny turbine, forged connecting-rod goodness, below.

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