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Hey, NOTHING here is PERSONAL, get over it - Teach Me and I will Learn!

When you begin to feel like you are a tough guy, a warrior, a master of the martial arts or that you have lived a tough life, just take a moment and get some perspective with the following:

I've stopped knives that were coming to disembowel me

I've clawed for my gun while bullets ripped past me

I've dodged as someone tried to put an ax in my skull

I've fought screaming steel and left rubber on the road to avoid death

I've clawed broken glass out of my body after their opening attack failed

I've spit blood and body parts and broke strangle holds before gouging eyes

I've charged into fires, fought through blizzards and run from tornados

I've survived being hunted by gangs, killers and contract killers

The streets were my home, I hunted in the night and was hunted in turn

Please don't brag to me that you're a survivor because someone hit you. And don't tell me how 'tough' you are because of your training. As much as I've been through I know people who have survived much, much worse. - Marc MacYoung

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Integration - The Corner Stone of Karate

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Integration is a process by which we first separate then link together into a working whole. It is best seen by the description of the “shu-ha-ri” process where they are at first separate and distinct training then as one progresses all three are linked together into a working whole. The principles of shin-gi-tai also work on the principle of integration.

The integration of karate practices, principles and methodologies are critical for the processes of creativity that often emerges when our left and right brains, our minds, function together as one. This is the process of integration in karate and martial arts through the integration of shu-ha-ri as well as shin-gi-tai and other concepts of karate and martial arts training, practice and application. It is also critical to the study and practice of principled based defense application of multiple methodologies. All taught and trained separate and distinct till that level where integration is triggered bringing the separate atomistic into the one wholehearted whole.

Failing to recognize and allow for integration karate-ka and martial artists are mired in behavioral ruts or grooves dug deep into the brain and mind-state. It is integration that allows practitioners to become more flexible and fee; to remove the rigidity of dogmatic adherence to static types of training and practices so that one does not become stuck in dull, boring and blinded repetitive practices without content, intent and meaning. It allows us to achieve explosive and unpredictable actions and thoughts all conducive to proper application in conflict and violent situations.

This integrated focus allow us to also train the mind, the bran, so that we literally integrate the brain/mind into the body and spirit moving toward resilience and well-being.

Integration: Tougou [統合] The characters/ideograms mean, “Integration; unification; synthesis; integrated; built-in.” The first character means, “Overall; relationship; ruling; governing,” the second character means, “fit; suit; join.”

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We are looking for Native English Speaker group leaders between the age of 18-30 for a summer day camp for young kids.

Children between the age of 4 and 12 are the participants in the camp. Each group is composed of 8 children all at the same age and each group leader will take responsibility of one group.

We expect you to
• be fluent in English and encourage the children to talk in English all the time.
• interact with and supervise children by providing a safe and entertaining environment.
• assist children between / during the activities (there are teachers for activities), transfers between activity locations and playing, singing with them in their spare times.

Dates: June 25 - August 17 (ask for periods)

Working hours are between 07:30AM and 16:00PM from Monday to Friday.
At 7.30, the shuttle bus moves from the city center to the camping area and at 16.00 from camping facility back to the city center (If there is a meeting, it will be announced). Transportation is provided by the company.
Saturday and Sundays are free.

Lunch will be provided.

Monthly payment: TBD

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Divorce in Ontario – Brief Summery from Ivan Steele Law Office: Divorce Lawyer in the Heart of Toronto

To even be able to apply for divorce in Ontario, you have to be resident in the Province for at least one year.

There is only one ground for getting a Divorce in Canada – the breakdown of the marriage. How you go about proving that breakdown is a different story. There are three reasons recognized by common law and the Divorce Act that can be used as evidence of marriage breakdown (and no, we do not just use that vague “irreconcilable differences: phrase):

1) The spouses have separated and have lived separate and apart for at least one year. The separation is usually physical but under some circumstances (economic or financial hardship are most notable), the parties can still live under the same roof and claim to be separated. The evidence of a true separation needs to be presented to the judge in accordance with applicable case law. As long as the “marriage-like” quality of their relationship has ended and the parties have stopped sleeping together, doing chores for each other, going to family events together and so on, separation will likely be established.
In this situation, getting a lawyer is probably a wise move.

2) One or both spouses have committed adultery which the other spouse hasn’t forgiven. In this case, you do not need to name the person with whom a spouse has committed adultery, but if you chose to do so, you will need to serve that person as well, which is only additional and often unnecessary headache.

3) One spouse has been mentally or physically abusive to the other spouse, and that spouse can no longer continue  to live in a matrimonial union. The definition of abuse is wide, but it should not be watered down to the point of irrelevance. Also, do not throw around the accusations of abuse if none exist. There are serious matters that should not be taken lightly. You may also get into trouble if you lie to the Court.

The bottom line is that most people ask for a divorce based on separation. To claim a divorce based on adultery or cruelty, you must be able to prove that the adultery or cruelty occurred, and that can be difficult.

Temporary Reconciliation is OK: Spouses who have separated can get back together and move back in to try to reconcile and make the marriage work. But within the one-year separation period, they can only live together for a total of 90 days or less. If they live together for more than 90 days, the one-year period of separation starts all over again from the date of the last separation.
Judges will not grant a divorce when there is

  • collusion
  • connivance
  • condonation
  • insufficient arrangements for child support – before granting a divorce, the judge must be satisfied that appropriate arrangements have been made for the financial support of the children. This is why I recommend that the parties enter into a Separation Agreement before proceeding with the Divorce.

Collusion is when you work with your spouse to lie to the court, either in an affidavit or through your testimony. For example, if a couple agrees that they will lie about the date of separation to speed up the divorce.

Connivance is when one spouse encourages the other spouse to commit adultery or tricks the other spouse into committing adultery to speed up the divorce.

Condonation is when you have forgiven your spouse for his or her adultery or cruelty.

To avoid costly mistakes and delays in the process, it is highly recommended to retain a divorce lawyer to assist you with a dissolution of your marriage.


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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Plucky Indonesia Undone By Familiar Failings

Two games in and Indonesia's future in the biennial AFF Suzuki Cup rests on a knife edge as a familiar failing deprived them of a maximum return against the hosts Philippines last night at the Philippine Sports Stadium. Leading 2-1 with 10 minutes or so on the clock is that most precarious of.positions especially for an Indonesian team not reknowned for their levels of fitness.

A Philippines free kick and it was deja vu among the travelling support who may not have placed much hope in their side's chances to progress but were seduced by a thrilling display from their heroes in the opening 75 minutes as they took the game to their hosts.

One nil up on four minutes, Fachrudin heading home Stefano Lilpally' teasing free kick, Indonesia continued to tease their fans and torment the Azkal's defence in equal measure. With pace merchants Boas Solossa and Andik Vermansyah  always a threat Indonesia huffed and puffed but a second goal in the opening 45 minutes was elusive and there was little surprise when the Philippines levelled just before half time.from a set piece.

Second half saw the home team turn on the pressure but Indonesia's defence and midfield worked like Trojans to protect Meiga Kurnia between the sticks. It was so reminiscent of the AFC Asian Cup in 2007 when feverish determination kept the likes of Saudi Arabia and South Korea at bay for so long.

But like 2007 you knew a sting in the tail was possible as the fitness levels dropped. Halfway through the second half Boas scored his second of the tournament to send the travelling support who made up 25% of the announced attendance went mental but even as the fans danced and sang you knew the goal came with a caveat.

If football lasted 80 minutes Indonesia would be sharing top spot of the group with Thailand rather than being bottom with just a single point. But we had seen how, after a disappointing first 45 minutes against the Thais the Indonesians had recovered a two goal deficit only to concede two more goals in the last 10, 12 minutes, there exists a fragility within the squad as the clock winds down., That there was no wailing or chestbeating among the away fans suggested many knew it was coming.

Come the final whistle and undoubtedly it was the Philippines who were more relieved at seeing a point rescued. Alfred Riedl knows Indonesia must beat Singapore on Friday and hope Thailand don't take it easy against the hosts to secure a spot in the semi finals. They also know it won't be easy. The Lions kept the Thais at bay with a defensive wall Donald Trump would be proud of. Singapore have discipline and stamina and Indonesia know they can't be as profligate as they were last night if they are to reach the semis. And the way Singapore asked a few questions of the Thai defence in the final moments of their game will be something Indonesia will need to guard against.

Indonesia are not out of the AFF Suzuki Cup. Not yet. But to go through they will have to enter unchartered waters and protect a good position when they find themselves in one.

1 - Thailand 2 2 0 0 5-2 6
2 - Philippines 2 0 2 2-2 2
3 - Singapore 2 0 1 1 0-1 1
4 - Indonesia 2 0 1 1 4-6 1

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Father was a Funeral Man

written in 1986 by James W. Reid about his father, Fred C. Reid

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James Reid 1829-1900
Fred  C. Reid:1880 to 1967
James W. Reid:1914-1997
James F. Reid: 1942- today

Father was a “Funeral Man.” He got this name from the Wolfe Island farmers. Father never liked the word “Undertaker.” He never swore, but when he got through with his famous, “I never heard of such a thing in all me life,” speech, the culprit who dared blaspheme the words “Funeral Director” ended up as subdued as the rawest recruit before the toughest Regimental Sergeant Major. To Wolfe Island farmers, “Funeral Director” was simply too highfalutin. So they compromised with “Funeral Man” and this seemed to satisfy Father.

Father was respected and feared by practically everyone including the town police, the volunteer fire department, and the clergy in particular. To use his own words, he made them all “form fours.”

                “You gotta use psyology,” he later told me, instructing me in the funeral business.

Father used to kill the King’s English, but regardless of his pronunciation, his sincere manner and look brought comfort to hundreds of bereaved families. Looking back, I believe Father gave so much more of himself than ever was expected. Years after he died I was to hear repeated so many times, “What a wonderful man he was.”

Father had little formal education, but he was a prodigious reader. His discussions on politics, economics and world news were really orations that brooked no rebuttals. He always seemed to be right too.

Father was a religious man. He himself was living proof of the power of prayer. Every morning, noon and night he would kneel beside his bed and pray. “This is what gives me my strength,” he would say, and up until his stroke at a ripe old age, he could work any man under the table.

No one knew Father’s political affiliations. I remember Father meeting R.B. Bennett, Canadian Prime Minister in the early 1930s, on the steps of a church at a funeral in our town. They resembled each other in their bowler hats. They must have impressed each other because they held the funeral up until they were ready to stop talking. Mourners and friends just stood around and gawked while these two great men defined the ills of the world.

Father was the damnest man for keeping secrets. I remember quite well the secret about the formula for the making of embalming fluid. Father kept it locked up in a drawer in the safe. About once a month he would get out the formula and a large steel drum and proceed to mix formaldehyde, alcohol and glycerin in certain proportions and to this he would add a certain amount of pink colouring matter. There was no doubt that Father’s corpses certainly took on a life-like complexion and a lot of them certainly looked much better dead than when they were alive!

It was a standard joke around town that when Father embalmed Wolfe Island farmers he would put in a couple of extra quarts of alcohol just to make these hard drinking folks feel at home.

In the Thirties, our “Funeral Home” was really just a large back room behind our furniture store.  It was generally filled with furniture that was taken out to make room for folding chairs and the catafalque, a fold up table covered with wine velvet on which the casket rested as well as a fold up wine velvet background. There was a pump organ in the corner and two 9’ x 12’ carpets that were laid on the floor side by side.

Next to this room towards the front door of the furniture store were rolls of Gold Seal congoleum and linoleum. The price lists were tacked onto the “Funeral Home” swinging doors. Nothing was thought of this, or of the fact that if we were selling linoleum, mourners had to gingerly step over and around us. From there to the front door was an assortment of furniture, beds, and mattresses. In the middle was a small office for Father. It comprised a desk and chair, another chair and a day-bed upholstered in cotton chintz.

I can still see Father sitting in this little office with people who were making funeral arrangements sitting on the little day-bed. There were nights this day-bed was used as a bed. Father would never leave a body alone. If a body was lain out in the “Chapel” overnight, he always had one of the help sleep in the office. I have done it myself. It was called “crying,” probably derived from people sitting up all night with the corpse in Irish wakes. I think Father was more afraid of fire. “Saving” the corpse was his first concern.

Wheeling the casket through the furniture store was of no consequence to anyone. The hearse was parked in front. It used to be horses, but in my day it was a very elaborate carved and embossed vehicle. It was my father’s pride and joy. It was a Henney. Old timers may remember them.

Father’s old Studebaker led the procession, followed by the pallbearers’ car, the hearse and the mourners’ car. Father would drive right down Princess Street.  He could have taken lots of short cuts to any of the town’s three cemeteries.

Father certainly was a “Funeral Man.” I can still see him in his top hat and Prince Albert coat, driving his old Studebaker. He would ‘bull’ his way through anything. If he hit the side of the garage door he kept on going. If he turned too sharp into a farmer’s gate way he would take post and all on his way through. He kept the local garage busy banging out his dented fenders.

Ministers were afraid to drive with him. His favourite tactic was to aim his car directly at oncoming traffic when leading a funeral procession, if they didn’t stop. The locals, of course, all knew Father’s idiosyncrasies and pulled over immediately when they saw him coming. It was the strangers that gave the Ministers apoplexy.

It was years after I received my license that Father would condescend to let me drive him at funerals. He would deposit the Minister in the back seat and then with a, “move over,” he would huff and puff his way in beside him, wave his hand which was dressed in a grey silk glove and which was a signal to start off. Father never trusted my driving. If I drove faster than ten miles per hour he would admonish me, then he would break into song (one of his favourite hymns), suddenly cut if off and lecture the Minister on “the ways of the world,” admonish me again, and so on all the way to the cemetery.

The way to the cemetery seemed awfully long to a young man who had a heavy foot for the throttle. One day I remember trying to break up Father’s favourite patter of song and lecture by telling a little joke. It was the old chestnut about the Minister preaching about the evils of drinking. I can still see Father’s ears pricking up since he was dead set against drinking. The Minister in my joke said, “We should take all the booze and dump it in the river.”

“Amen,” said Father, not knowing what was to come.

“This concludes my sermon,” said my Minister. “We shall all sing, Shall We Gather At The River?”

The Preacher with Father laughed his head off but Father scowled.

Driving back from the cemetery, Father would always light up a stogie and remark as we drove through the gates that he had made it again. It was the closest he ever came to joking and the Preachers always laughed heartily at this remark regardless of how many times they had heard it. I can still picture Father as I looked in the rear view mirror. There he was wreathed in a veil of cigar smoke, his snow white hair glimmering like a mirage and his grey gloved hands gesticulating as he talked on “the ways of the world.”

When Father wasn’t busy in the store or conducting a funeral, he used to stand at the front door of the store and speak to everyone who walked up and down the street. He knew a lot of people by name. The men he didn’t know he called ‘Bill.’ Years later many men would tell me that my father always thought their names were Bill.

Looking back fifty years, it didn’t seem strange to me then that Father would stand at the store’s front door and sing. Yes, sing, and he had a wonderful voice. Of course, they were hymns and nobody thought that was peculiar. In Ireland today in little towns many shopkeepers still do. Father’s family came from Killyleigh in County Down, Northern Ireland. I have seen Irish men also carry on a conversation with a motorist while standing in the front door of their stores. Naturally, Father did this, too. Traffic would be held up and wait patiently for Father, Funeral Man. I sure was proud to be his son.


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'Law & Order: UK' BBC America Season 3 Premiere

For those watching Law & Order: UK's 'The Wrong Man' for the first time on BBC America this evening, the previous discussion thread can be found HERE. There is a very good chance I will continue to be lazy until BBC America airs new episodes and just link to the old(ish) discussions.

In other Jamie related news.....

Via Twitter, Brian Davidson, the writer of Jamie's CSI: Miami episode, shared that the title of the episode is 'Blown Away' and it should air in early October. Some photos from set also made their way online, but, sadly, none included Jamie.

And Outcasts was released on DVD and Blu-ray this week. If you run out and buy it, well, you're a better fan than I. ;)

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Monday, November 19, 2012

Taming...the eu chemicals

Despite the fact that many times I have hinted several stuff about my day to day work, I rarely blog about my 4 almost 5 years engangement with the ...chemicals industry of Europe. There was this moment that I did a small career change and I really thought that I would say goodbye to a project that I consider similar to a living organism which has parts of me (among other people), still breathing and kicking. Difficult thing to do, I get emotional and very proud of my work and all the passion I put in a project, an emotional investment similar to the one you put in people. This is how I feel.

The name of the project is REACH-IT, most of the EU - Citizens, everyday people, do not really know it and most probably never will, but in an extend it safeguards a very important sector, the creation, handling and import/export of chemicals within the EU. In law terms it is considered as one of the most complex regulations ever passed in the EU parliament and applied in the EU country members, and I can tell you for is a complex but elegant beast!But i love it sooo much!

My personal involvement was, is and most probably will be in the area of Business Process Modelling. Processes ..taming the regulation, orchestration of things to do, making a system that will coordinate this huge regulatory business logic- that every company dealing with chemicals is actually interfacing with it.

It was a great match for me, most probably very close to my love on control and keeping things in order, in straight lines (that has some side effects in life though haha). Tried several stuff through the  development phase, tried some engines, evaluated some others, learned more about different ways on expressing and implementing business processes - the pragmatic way! I should do a small talk about this actually, - 'the pragmatic business process modelling and implementation', in a world full of technologies and software packages that promise everything and give you nothing!The human factor is also an important one. The BPM way on building a system is very critical on the 'quality' of people using it and applying it.

For the time being, I have to say once more goodbye, but this is most probably a happy one and most probably not a 'hard' one. In a month or so, I will be 'transferred'  to a new battle ground using my tame..some more procedures, some more processes, something that I still love doing, bringing order and clean lines to fuzzy business logic!

I think I am still in love with what I am doing...and I guess this is a good thing!

*ps) lots of sudden changes lately.. :)

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I have been blogging for a few years. When I first started, only a handful of family and friends were reading my blog. I was happy to have the handful of readers, but I wanted to reach more readers. How do you get the new reader to your blog, read it, and keep coming back for more?? You have to have to share it! You have to market your blog to grow your audience. I’m sharing 5 easy ways to market your blog and does not require you to break the bank.

You have to market your blog to grow your audience. I’m sharing 5 easy ways to market your blog and does not require you to break the bank.

Let’s jump right into the tips!

Social Media

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Google+ oh my! There are many social media channels out there, you are bound to find one or two that you like. I have three favorites. Once you have your the channel you want to promote on, get promoting. Create a Fan page/profile if you haven’t already done so. Start posting, it’s that simple!

At first, I only promoted on my Facebook Fanpage, but with the help of social media scheduler like Hootsuite, I’m able to schedule out does to go out daily. You can promote your blog posts, upcoming events, or for lead generation. I can focus on just engaging, commenting, and liking post on similar fan pages/ business pages.

Engagement is big! If someone comments on your post, please reply back.  You will make new blogging friends, build your tribe, and gain new readers.

Using Facebook Live, YouTube, etc., you can create short videos to market your blog/business to those on the world wide web. This is a great way to establish yourself as an authority, by sharing useful content and connect with others.

Commenting on other blogs

I know you are wondering how one comment on someone else’s blog can help promote your blog. Many bloggers use CommentLove, which lets you link your latest blog post to the comment. Once a week, I try to comment on other blogs. This way, I’m engaging with others on their blog and also able to link my latest post.

Guest write for a blog

Get seen my other’s bloggers followers by writing a being a guest blogger. When you write an article for another blog it will help drive some traffic to your blog. How? The blog you wrote the guest post for will share it on their social media channels. Most bloggers, link your website and social media channels. FYI: I accept guest bloggers to for this site and for my Lifestyle blog, Life of Creed.

I hope these tips help you to market your blog, grow your audience, and grow your business. I know it has helped and still does help me with marketing my blogs to others. Now, get out there and start marketing your blog.

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UKRunChat Shrewsbury Half Marathon 2016

My original plan upon returning from my trans-Siberian adventure was to run a 10K and then do the Shrewsbury Half Marathon. I didn’t really know what to expect from this race; but after missing Coventry Half due to illness, and barely having recovered enough to run the Milton Keynes Half,  this one would be my first proper Half Marathon of the year.

However, whilst in Moscow I managed to slip on some stairs at a metro station and twisted my ankle – something that resulted in a loud cracking sound. In the first instant I thought I’d broken something, and could barely walk on it for the next couple of days whilst still trying to hobble around Moscow to not miss out on the sights. The day I did it however it had swollen so much it looked more like an elephants leg than the ankle of a human, and the following day it started to show signs of bad bruising. The photos I took of it really didn’t show how much it had actually swollen and bruised though.

With how difficult it was to walk on it initially I knew I couldn’t run on it and didn’t get to run again that week. This didn’t help when over the previous several weeks I’d only done 5K runs (and the odd 10K). In fact, the last time I’d seen 13.11 miles on my running watch was during the Brighton Marathon in April. Training hadn’t gone well, and whilst on holiday I’d dropped from my usual minimum of 4 runs a week to have only run 3 times in 16 days.

By the time I should have been doing the Two Castles Run I hadn’t run for almost two weeks, so attempted a short 2.5 mile run instead; but found between the humidity, and the discomfort from my ankle it didn’t go well. I had one week to go until I’d be racing Shrewsbury and was still incredibly under-prepared and unsure if I could still run. I had just one week to heal and to try and prepare myself for a longer run. To make the most of this healing time I chose to not run again until race day, even though I was eager to try.

It got to the Friday before the race, and my ankle still didn’t feel right, but after work I drove to Shrewsbury anyway as it had been arranged as a #ukrunchat weekend. The day passed reasonably quickly and just after 16:00 I was on my way. It took 2hrs20 to get to the YHA Bridges hostel, and had a tingly foot for the last hour. The hostel was formerly a school house until there weren’t enough children for it to be used as one; eventually in 1931 it became a youth hostel and is now one of the oldest in the country.

When I got there I didn’t think there was anyone there to start with, but then came across Nicola (@addingvalue2u) showing @jen_f16 around and was shown to where I’d be sleeping. There are a few rooms there, and us guys got the room named “Long Mynd” which is named after the nearby hills.

The Long Mynd room

By 19:30 the rest (almost) of those who would be staying this first evening had arrived, and we had a three course meal consisting of minestrone soup, sausage casserole, and sponge cake with blackberries. Amazingly this only cost £12.50, and whilst there also paid for the next day’s food as well. Once we’d all done the washing up we then headed down the road to the pub where they had Wi-Fi. Since the area had no mobile phone signal this was our only link to the outside world. We sat inside and talked whilst outside they had something called a Sineater festival going on which was playing some “music” that sounded more like feedback from a microphone. This was there way of celebrating the summer solstice.

By 23:00 we’d all headed back to the hostel, and I went straight to bed whilst the others sat up and talked in the dining room for some time after.

It was a very sleepless night, but I got up a little after 07:00 to some light drizzle. After a light breakfast (crunchy nut cornflakes and a banana for me) we headed out for a morning walk.

The path we took was off road and muddy, and due to the mist and rain we couldn’t see much other than sheep – but apparently over Long Mynd it’s possible to see views across the valley to Wales. Not this day though. We walked for around 2 hours and covered 7.5km and my ankle handled it more or less okay. It was a little questionable though when I stood on the side of an embankment photographing a derelict building and slipped in the mud on the same ankle. Fortunately it seems I was lucky and between the ankle support, walking socks, and walking shoes it cushioned it pretty well.

Back at the hostel we had a second breakfast – bacon cobs (or rolls depending upon the part of the country you’re from) and tea. It might sound like we were being Hobbits (see Lords of the Rings), but I think technically it was more of a brunch/lunch thing really. After that we sat around talking until 13:00 when we headed out to the Shrewsbury showground for an afternoon of talks.

With the roads closed in Shrewsbury for a carnival from 13:30 we had to take a diversion which meant we couldn’t get to the talks until 14:15. After a couple of hours hearing about various running related topics, we headed back to the hostel for the remainder of the day – having gained a few extra people along the way. For the next few hours I sat in the hostel’s garden with the others, and even had a go on the swing in the garden.

For the evening meal it was a vegetable soup, lasagna with chips, and for dessert it was an apple and rhubarb crumble with custard. Once everyone had eaten and the washing up done, we headed over to the pub again to spend the remainder of the evening. This time we were outside and got to hear some of the “music” from the Sineater festival a little closer than previously. It was a good evening, and I really enjoyed it. I was also amazed by the size of a Wolfhound – I’m pretty sure it had been crossed with a horse.

With a race the next day, most of us headed back to the hostel just before 22:00 so we could get some rest for an early start.

I had been awake for some time when I got up at 05:40. Some of the others were already up too as some were going to be marshalling the Shrewsbury Half Marathon and so needed to be there before the runners. I always have crunchy nut cornflakes before a race, and today was no exception. Once I’d eaten and was all packed I headed over to the West Midlands Showground in Shrewsbury where the race village was located. I was almost 2 hours early, but it was one last chance to talk to others before the race – and there were plenty of #ukrunchat people to talk to!

Knowing I wouldn’t be able to manage what I normally would due to both lack of running and my ankle I decided to go for the sub-1hr45 pen. I did think this was a bit optimistic but figured that people starting there would be going about the same pace as what I’d be starting at, even though I knew at some point I would be walking.

To start with I headed off at a pace that felt okay, which I knew earlier in the year I’d have been able to do as a relaxed pace, and one which it felt like my ankle could for the time being cope with. This first bit went from the showground headed south through the town and passed the castle. The support was great and everyone was getting cheers as they passed. Around this time I said “hi” to @1SteveMac and @runginger. I’d not gone far and had already seen some familiar faces!

After we crossed the River Severn we started to encounter more hills and I soon found that my ankle was no so good at the up-hill sections – it wasn’t bending the right way without it causing discomfort. Going downhill on the other hand was okay so I came up with a strategy to not push too hard up the hills and to instead walk the majority of them.

Although I’d hoped I’d have been able to run at least half the race before giving in to my ankle I did start to walk to get up a hill just before mile 4. At this point one runner ran passed calling me a disgrace for walking before I’d even made it half way. Obviously he didn’t know I was injured, but it felt a little unfair for some random person to judge.

Once we got to the farthest point in Kingsland we then looped back and the majority of that back to bridge was down hill, though still found the need to walk occasionally to try and let me ankle recover. During the frequent walking breaks that followed the rest of the runners that passed me were encouraging and acted the way most runners do – proving that although there was one idiot, the rest were good people.

On this loop back to the bridge I passed and high-fived @DouglasKurt and then @FiaCarter, and waved to @jen_f16 – I don’t think I’ve ever recognised so many people in one race before!

By the time I got to mile 7 the ankle support was starting to have a detrimental effect. It was making my foot warmer and was causing it to sweat, which in turn caused blisters where the support was rubbing against my foot. This further discomfort caused the walking breaks to become more frequent. As my watch rolled around to one hour into the run I’d just reached the 8 mile marker – 2 miles less than I would normally have wanted to be at by this point. Even though I went into the race not knowing if I’d even get more than a few miles into it without needing to pull out, I did feel a little disappointed by this, but then I was also pleased that I’d still managed to get as far as 8 miles (even if that did involve a lot of walking).

Not long after this I saw @runginger again as he passed me, and a few miles later I saw @1SteveMac pass me as well. I’d hoped after this, as I passed mile 10 that I’d be able to run the last 3 miles without stopping. I couldn’t though – the blisters were getting more uncomfortable and were getting to the point where they were worse than the ankle. Even at mile 12 I though I could run the last mile, but couldn’t do that either. After half a mile the course went off road and onto a gravel path – the worst thing my blisters and ankle could imagine.

I tried to run as often as I could, but it was extremely infrequent. Eventually I saw the “mile 13” marker and started to run – determined that no matter how uncomfortable it was I would run this last bit as fast as I could manage. As it turned out wanting to minimise the time I was on my feet for sped me up quite a bit and I’d just reached 4min/mile pace as I crossed the finish.

It was a nice course, and very well organised, but it was a race I was glad to be over. Somehow though I still managed to finish with a time of 1:44:12 in position 263 of 1339 finishers (first 19.6%). It was also good to see a friendly face at the finish as @Sherieamore1 and the other #UKRunChat ambassadors were keeping everything organised at the finish and were doing a good job of making sure the finish was not overcrowded as some races I’ve seen previously.

To start with you’re handed a water bottle and a goodie bag that included:

  • finisher’s medal,
  • a packet of salt & vinegar crisps,
  • jelly tots,
  • strawberry SiS REGO rapid recovery,
  • £5 off at Chiquitos,
  • a copy of the June/July issue RunABC Midlands,
  • two sachets of Truestart Performance Coffee.

They then followed this up with handing over some Sun Pat peanut butter, and a finishers technical tee! I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a great selection in a goodie bag at the end of a race. Throughout the race they’d been taking photos as well and these were automatically posted to Facebook not long after crossing the finish line – for FREE!

The event was very well organised and had the feeling of a big event, in a good way that is. The route was well marked, supported, and marshalled and had a good variety of scenery whilst managing to provide some challenges (at least to an injured runner anyway). It’s a race I’m very likely to do again, but without the ankle injury hopefully.

A massive thank you to @Howard50at50 for organising the weekend before the race, and to @iRunJoe and co. for the race itself – it was an enjoyable one!

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“Anybody can get in and sleep, shop, have sex, play,” says editor-in-chief of SSENSE, Joerg Koch, describing the architectural concept of Fun Palace, conceived by architect Cedric Price in 1964. Though it was never erected, Fun Palace was designed as a flexible leisure space where individuals could come to do whatever they pleased, be it “starting a riot or beginning a painting.” Fun Palace seems to have little in common with a traditional retail store, built for the express purpose of facilitating the sale of goods, but perhaps that’s the point.

While it’s highly unlikely to be hosting any public sex, the philosophy of Fun Palace heavily informs the design of SSENSE’s new Montreal location, which opens its doors May 3rd. Located on rue Saint-Sulpice in old Montreal, a fusty historic façade encases an entirely new brutalist concrete structure designed by architect David Chipperfield. The building serves as a perfect metaphor for the brand. As founder Rami Atallah says, “SSENSE is a lot about the tensions.”

Atallah founded SSENSE in 2003 when he was still an engineering student at Polytechnique Montreal, and turned in the code for an e-commerce site as one of his grad school projects. At the time, Attallah was a burgeoning hypebeast. “I was one of those kids who gets obsessed when there’s a drop, and then they flip,” he says. The entrepreneurial instinct has served him well, as SSENSE has emerged as one of the most prominent luxury e-retailers of the decade.

Atallah describes SSENSE’s mission as “moving culture forward,” which is demonstrated by the brand’s sometimes challenging edit of items from luxury and emerging brands. The DNA of SSENSE is hard to parse – Koch says it’s about celebrating creativity and resisting orthodoxy – but their offerings seem tailor-made to appeal to a small-but-dedicated cult of individuals with deep pockets and a vested interest in esoteric street fashion. Case in point, SSENSE was one of the early champions of Demna Gvasalia and Virgil Abloh, whose almost-satirical approach to fashion was once considered outré but have now been fully embraced by the establishment; Gvasalia as the creative director of Balenciaga and Abloh as the head of men’s design at Louis Vuitton.

Spanning five floors, the retail behemoth includes four floors of change rooms and rotating art installations, as well as a lifestyle café that serves nougat topped with silver foil and a printed matter bookstore filled with crass coffee table books (one example: “Eat Ass, Pray, Love”). Between the mannequins wearing Prada’s S/S 2018 collection and an installation comprised of a pile of discarded electrical cords, the concept of SSENSE Montreal is basically the closest thing Canada has to a Dover Street Market North.

But one crucial feature sets it apart from any other concept store: the utter lack of clothes in the store to peruse. Instead, SSENSE Montreal functions as a glorified fitting room. Customers select the clothing they’d like to try on from the 20,000 items available on the SSENSE website and within an hour, the clothing will be delivered from their warehouse in Montreal’s old garment district to the flagship store with the aid of an industrial vertical lift module. They’ve essentially combined the best parts of online shopping – not having to interact with human beings – with the best part of shopping in-store – trying on an item for size – to create a completely unprecedented shopping experience.

Speaking of unprecedented, the performance artist Arca inaugurated the grand opening of the store with a piece called “Tormenta” that involved him wearing an S&M latex outfit replete with tail, while he writhed against a wire bed frame, locked himself in a cage, and nearly electrocuted himself while tussling around an aquarium filled with pond scum. “That was scary, but I had a lot of fun,” the artist breathed into the mic once the performance was complete.

The next morning, I returned in daylight to find a profound serenity had settled onto the space: no longer a decadent sex bunker, but a calming, minimalist space with Insta-worthy lighting in which I’d be perfectly happy to whittle away an afternoon.

Photography via SSENSE

Visit SSENSE Montreal at 418 rue Saint-Sulpice, Montreal.
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April 15, 2010

Blue Oceans of Jellypods

Posted in Blue Ocean, Competition, ERIC, Marketing, Strategy at 8:01 am by Kilo

Earlier on this blog we mentioned that ERIC helped us refine our the valuable characteristics we built into each Jellypod. Who the heck is ERIC?

ERIC stands for Eliminate-Reduce-Increase-Create. It is a way of looking at a competitive situation and changing the mix of product attributes to establish a new product, or even market, category. This is exactly what we did from the very first moment with Jellypods, driven by a process now famously and fashionably known as Blue Ocean Strategy (BOS).

Chan Kim and Renee Maubourgne are the now quite well-known INSEAD business school professors who invented Blue Ocean Strategy, and we have been lucky enough to study the subject under their tuition – naturally back before they were famous. Since then, their book on the subject has gone on to sell millions of copies. Here is a nice picture of the two of them looking very much like people who just sold a few million copies of their book:-

The main point of BOS is that you should look for ways to break out from the bloody red seas of intense price and feature competition by inventing new offers that create entirely new market categories with more attractive attributes. These new markets are the “blue oceans” that allow clear sailing. Some classic examples of BOS are Nintendo’s Wii, Cirque du Soleil, and Southwest Airlines. You can find quite interesting case studies and interviews on these and others knocking about the internet.

BOS offers some quite simple techniques to help you explore different parameters of competition, from the degree of current product attributes to things you can invent that don’t exist yet. Underpinning these options are the decisions you take to eliminate, reduce, increase or create various parts of the mix, like pushing the sliders up and down on an audio mixing board. Here’s the visual mix for Jellypods:-

You can hopefully just about see that the green line (Jellypods) is clearly very different on a number of attributes to things we are defining as existing offers. Some things have been eliminated entirely, others increased drastically, still others created from nowhere – in other words, ERIC.

You will have seen the very first version of this in the post below where the initial idea was sketched out in a Moleskin, and it has been quite fundamental in our thinking. Many of the final Jellypods properties and values are derived from BOS/ERIC, and we think we have created a new category that will be quite appealing to a large number of travellers and others over time.

But it’s still a risk – it might not work out, and maybe very few people will want one. Unfortunately nobody is able to guarantee success!


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Friday, June 10, 2016

Title: Revenge
Series: Phoenix Undercover #3
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 7, 2016
Cover Photographer: Sara Eirew Photographer
Cover Designer: Wicked By Design
Living in fear was what they were all doing.

It was no longer just the life of the woman he loved that was in danger, but also the life of their unborn child. The undercover case Josh led was now threatening to take away his true happiness. And he must find a way to keep his family safe from the hands of evil.
Knowing that the devil is lurking in the darkness, Josh is left with no way to secure their safety. His fear is taking over.
Soon Leo would finally get the chance to make them pay for ruining his life.
His revenge was coming, and there was no one who could stop it.
The devil is near and Gabby is his target….
And he will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
The count down has begun.
There’s nowhere to hide.
They will all pay.
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“You can run Gabby, but I’ll find you.” He laughed with a sadistic cackle. A chilling fear rang clear as his laughter echoed off the trees. “There is nowhere to hide. No one to save you. You are mine now.”
My feet ached as the branches broke beneath my bare feet. The darkness of the night left me with minimal clarity. It was scary being alone in the darkness, unaware of my surroundings and what may be lurking ahead. But hesitation only meant Leo may reach me; that was much scarier than any other danger ahead.
“Gabriella.” Once again his voice rang out through the woods.
I had no idea where we were, or how far from the city he had taken me, but I couldn’t think about that. I had to find a way back. I had to find help.
“I’m coming for you.” A sick feeling filled my stomach as his voice sounded closer than only seconds ago.
Something sharp cut into my foot and I gasped as I fell forward, catching myself against a tree. I reached down to pull out the sharp object that was now embedded in the heel of my foot. The blood oozed and a burning sensation made me wince as I dropped the shard of glass to the ground. A broken bottle of some kind.
“I thought we were becoming friends. You were beginning to understand what I needed from you, and I was just starting to reconsider selling you. In fact, I even thought about keeping you all for myself,” Leo hollered.
I hid behind a tree as I looked from side to side, hoping for some sign of where he was. I was turned around at this point and no longer knew which way I should run.
“But you deceived me, just as your sister did. I don’t forgive easily, Gabriella. I think once we reunite you may have to give me a reason to reconsider.”
The hidden meaning of his words terrified me. Chills ran through me as I thought about his hands on me. I cringed, remembering the way he had attempted to touch me only moments ago. There was no way I could take more.
Thunder rumbled overhead and I jumped in surprise. A storm was approaching and I knew it would only make my escape that much harder.
“Game’s over.” I jerked forward, trying to get away when Leo’s voice whispered in my ear. “It’s time for you to understand and accept who you belong to.” He gripped my arm as he stepped around to my side and circled his other hand around my throat.
His grasp on my throat tightened as he leaned in closer, within inches of my face.
Rain began to fall and he smiled as he tilted his head back and allowed it to hit his face.
His laughter broke free and I could feel the tears fill my eyes.
I closed my eyes and pictured Josh’s smile. Memories of the day we brought our son into the world together filled my mind. That was a happy day. And if I was going to die tonight, it was the vision I wanted to be my last.
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

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