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Post category:CHAPTER 40 / ELMIRYN / PART 3: BLACKWOOD / QUINCY
Elmiryn once had a pet cat of sorts. He was an old fat tabby that hunted on her family's estate, killing rodents and the like. As a child, she had loved chasing him around the yard, and sometimes she snuck a treat to feed him. The tabby didn't have a name and wasn't particularly fond of petting, but in odd turns, the surly creature always seemed to be close by her. If she looked out the window, he was there, sleeping in the plants. If she looked up a tree, he was peering down at her with his green slitted eyes. If she woke in the night, the cat was there, sitting on her dresser and watching her sleep.
Then Warner shot the cat around the time of Elmiryn's seventh birthday, and the animal was replaced with a yippy little terrier that the girl hated.
The image of her father standing over the tabby's corpse was something that she would remember for a long time, and though the cat had been nowhere near her thoughts lately, the moment of its death came rushing back to the warrior as she took in the sight of Syria standing over Kali.
Elmiryn was not fond of Kali for a variety of reasons, but despite her feelings, a great sense of outrage came over her.
When she charged Syria, she did it with sword up and yelling. There was no use in being stealthy. Syria may not have been able to read her mind, but that didn't mean she couldn't sense her presence.
Syria moved away from Kali, and the cat did not rise, her eyes staring fearfully into the dark. Elmiryn slowed her charge until she had successfully maneuvered herself between the enchantress and the feline.
"Kali," Elmiryn said, not taking her eyes off of her opponent.
No response.
Frowning, the woman dared to move back slowly until she could glance down at Kali. The Twin's mouth moved, and her throat muscles tensed, but her bulging eyes turned to Elmiryn, and the warrior finally understood what was happening.
"Let her breath," Elmiryn hissed at Syria, her grip on her sword tightening.
Syria cocked her head to one side. "But why? Will you stop attacking me if I do?"
Elmiryn took a step forward. "Kali is not the one you were ordered to kill!"
Syria's brow wrinkled and she gave a small chuckle. "She is connected to Nyx, is she not? If one twin dies, the other will soon follow. Nyx's incomplete soul will be devoured by this dimension, and she cannot escape to our world in her weakened state. I have won."
The warrior's jaw tightened. "I can unravel Kali. I can unravel her, save her essence, and put her back into Nyx–no more separate consciousness or any of that bullshit!"
Syria smiled. "But you won't. You aren't the Spider. You cannot work with the patterns of others, and attempting to do so could kill them." She craned her head to look at Kali. "Oh! It appears she's passed out. Impressive. She managed to beat her childhood record of two minutes."
Elmiryn nearly turned her back on Syria right then, but her years of training beat out her emotion, and she managed to keep her eyes focused forward. The enchantress glanced at the fight that was taking place in the Real World, and she made a small appreciative sound.
"You're in a bind aren't you?" Syria murmured. "You want to keep fighting, but killing me won't mean that Kali will breathe again. I've turned off that part of her brain. You can't take Kali back to Lethia either, because Kali only exists apart from Nyx in the shadows. Attempting to bring her into the light will only result in her vanishing, and without access to her, the Twins' fate would be sealed. It's a paradox, of course, that she could've done this to begin with. But that's what this dimension allows for. Division, even if it has to break the rules to do it."
"Division…" Elmiryn murmured. She dared a glance at Kali as her mind began to turn, cobbling together a plan. Slowly, the warrior returned to Kali's side and crouched down. As she did so, she spoke, "And you? The Other Place divides things. It must have taken something from you."
Syria laughed, but the sound was cold. Her eyes now turned up to Izma. "My joy. But that was something Izma arranged for."
Elmiryn sheathed her sword and grabbed Kali's arms, pulling her into a sitting position. The feline's head lolled disconcertingly. "Arranged for? How do you mean? What could the demon want that for?"
"She didn't want it," Syria snapped. "She wanted it gone." This made Elmiryn freeze mid-grab with her arms around Kali's torso just as Syria turned to look at her.
"What are you doing…?" The enchantress asked slowly.
Elmiryn finished hefting Kali over her shoulder, her eyes fluttering as she looked at Syria to Izma, then Meznik. "She didn't like your joy, huh?" she mused aloud.
"Elmiryn–"
"You know, Meznik feeds off of my hatred? But he and Izma are different aren't they? Even though they're both astral demons, they're different, and that means they want different things." Elmiryn flashed Syria a grin. "You don't have hatred in you. I could see it then at Holzoff's, and I can see it now. That isn't what makes Izma want you."
Syria's only response was to raise her hands, and with their rise followed the earth before her, the soil and dirt churning into a wall before it blasted outward toward Elmiryn. In all this time, the enchantress had focused on using mostly gravity magic, and the warrior was surprised to see her resort to an elemental approach. But with her fae shield up and her feet kicking her up into the air, where the resulting dust held her, the woman ran, as fast as she could.
Nyx had once explained to the warrior how the Umbralands was the barrier between her mind and the Somnium. The Ailuran had once visited Elmiryn in her mind, could she do the same?
"Cat, there are so many things that can go wrong with this, but the one thing I really hope for is that you can heal that pea-sized brain of yours in time!" Elmiryn huffed.
Behind her, Syria screamed.
QUINCY________________________
In all her life, there was no one Quincy trusted more than Hakeem. She would wake from nightmares to find he was always there, his deep voice a bulwark to any resurgent demons that wished to wreak havoc with her heart. Even in the detached brilliance that was Tonatiuh's power, her affection for him was something she could not quell. It seemed in those burning, golden days of distance, he was waiting for her to return to him. Patient. Ever patient. And it pained her to admit that Hakeem had adopted a stony disposition because of how emotionally vacant she had become. Her taika had known a greater source of self-restraint since he was a child, but there had always been a passion in his actions, and she had brought him to bury these things for her selfish pursuit of power.
Quincy wondered if she could ever forgive herself that.
Syria was an enchantress. She read minds–saw the hidden truth of people. The wizard was almost certain that Hakeem's cold and ruthless assault on them was another ploy–another tactic to hurt her with.
…And she hated that she saw it that way. She hated that her mind, even in emotional turmoil, could not stop seeing the angles to victory. This was Hakeem. Not a monster or a rival. This was personal, and yet Quincy wondered if her failure was not in feeling pain, but not feeling enough of it.
Hakeem certainly wasn't holding back, but Quincy was certain this wasn't him exercising his ultimate power. Her husband's armor, like all wizarding artifacts, had drawbacks for its uses–but should one be willing to make those sacrifices, the Aeumani Armor could achieve terrifying things. Ripping a hole in space and time, or leveling a mountain with gravitational force, was theoretically possible, but doing so would kill Hakeem in the process. This was why Hakeem had always been circumspect in what capacity he used his magic armor. What Quincy was observing in this fight, however, was still less of the usual power input. Oh it was certainly still dangerous, and the others were no doubt believing this was Hakeem when he was free of restraint, but Quincy gathered that Syria's total control of him whilst still functioning herself must've lowered what both were capable of.
…It was an effect Quincy had seen once before long ago, with the Spider. Arachne. Controlling others may have been a terrifying concept, but doing so was hubris. A mortal mind could only handle so much in simultaneity, no matter how powerful they were.
Quincy just didn't know how to capitalize on such information.
It had been a few minutes since Elmiryn had vanished, and Quincy had no idea where she'd gone. Nyx didn't seem to know, but then again she'd been incapacitated to the point of not being able to crawl, so this didn't surprise the woman. Lethia on the other hand gave off the air of being unconcerned–making Quincy believe that she had something to do with Elmiryn suddenly leaving the fight. But with Hakeem once again in pursuit of Nyx, the brunette's suppositions were low on her priority list for the time being.
"Taika!" she cried, as she threw Eate's Son Hakeem's way. The resulting cyclone swept the man up and away from Nyx, who had healed enough that she could at least limp away, her balance stumbling as the edges of the winds buffeted her pale form.
While the man was up in the air, Lethia aimed Quincy's lightning staff at him, and before Quincy could tell her not to, a bolt of energy lanced through Hakeem, leaving the arc of warped space and time he'd just created unused as he tumbled helpless through the air.
"Hakeem!" Quincy yelled as she caught Eate's Son and threw it again. She took off running, watching as the magical boomerang scythed through the air in high speed toward her husband. The tight arc she had aimed her weapon in reached its apex just as Hakeem neared impact. The resulting effect was a wide gust of twisting air–too wide and weak to be a full tornado, and yet strong enough to affect the trajectory of her husband, whose heavy armored body slowed and swung at the ground at an angle, lessening his impact.
Quincy caught Eate's Son, its return so quick it stung her hand painfully, and she hurried to Hakeem's side, one hand checking his pulse, the other holding her sword's pommel up in case she needed to knock him out with it. Lethia approached, but stopped a few feet off, her chest heaving as she glared at Hakeem's prone body. She aimed Quincy's staff at the man's chest, ready to fire off another bolt.
Quincy was relieved to find her husband's pulse, but she didn't spend long rejoicing as she turned to criticize the young enchantress. "You little fool! What do you think you're doing, blasting off like that?"
"Hakeem isn't in there anymore, Quincy," Lethia said without looking at her. "It's his body, but–"
"And I'm supposed to take the word of an amnesiac?" Quincy snapped.
"You did before!" The girl shot back.
Nyx's voice floated to them, making them look up. "What matters is whether or not he'll keep attacking," she panted, still cradling her chest as she neared. The Ailuran looked like a fresh corpse the way blood and dirt seemed to exaggerate the paleness of her skin. But she looked more or less healed now, and Quincy was relieved. It was getting tiresome trying to keep her husband from single-mindedly smashing the girl's head in with only unpredictable tornadoes and an ordinary sword to hold him at bay.
Quincy lowered her sword as she gazed at Hakeem again. "I think…he may be done. He must've hit his head on the landing."
"Syria isn't done with him yet…" Lethia murmured ominously. Quincy could see her staff tip crackling with static as the youth squeezed it with her hands.
"Then I will kill her before she can do more harm!" The brunette snarled.
Nyx let out a cry, making both women turn to look at her.
"Now what?" Quincy groused.
Honestly, how much more time does this girl need to sort herself out?
Nyx looked at them with eyes wide. She had both hands at either side of her head.
"I–I don't know!" she stammered. "I just felt–"
But the Ailuran's voice cut off with a dry rasp as she grabbed her throat with both hands. She looked at the others in alarm, and it took them too long to realize that she couldn't breathe. Just when Quincy thought the girl would take a gasp, Nyx's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed.
The wizard jumped to her feet, shouting at the same time that Lethia cast aside her staff to go to Nyx's side.
Up above, Meznik chuckled in his alien music voice:
Fraying, fraying, little thread…
Izma joined in, matching his sick sing-song:
The sum is totaled…and thou art dead!


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World of Darkness: Glimpses of Darkness - Chapter Two: The Mystery Begins [Complete]
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Father West crept along taking in the details of the house thinking that there could not possibly be something as odd as the caretaker described. Probably just wierd coincidence at best. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the rest of the people assembled. Seemed odd that such people, those people would be brought together to do whatever it is that needed to be done. Weren't there actual experts out there who work as teams and knew each other. Ghost hunters? Of course, it could be that the caretakers wanted an assortment of eyes to survey the oddness. What West couldn't get past was... What do we do once we find the nature of the problem? There really wasn't a handbook he knew of to handle this. 'Wierd Stuff for Dummies'? Maybe he could figure out an exorcism rite of some sort, do it and be gone. Already the air was filled with personal tensions. It didn't take a phychologist to figure that out. The girl Krystal had something going on with that young fellow Ian? Even Lily seemed a little eager to move on along with the holy father. Coming from his previous line of work, he would have welcomed the chance. It has taken so long to discipline himself to be undone so quickly. But the thought was tempting. Enough to have to confess about surely. The yell for help was what broke his line of thinking. His attention snapped to and he looked at Lily and then looked around for any possible sign of the source. Father West ran from the room and found the voice. "Are you okay down there?", he called. "Stay put, maybe we can find a way to get you back up or find our way to you."
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Father east stops at the door to the sitting room and opens the door, and quickly realizes that he is not being followed. He turns on his heels. "Whose name? I would think it would be he first name you could think of". A second more consideration. "Which means if someone hears a scream. People should take head." Click to reveal.. 2010-04-03 20:16:34 Father East rolls 4 dice to Wits / Perception 2,8,8,3 (2 successes) ( Site )
World of Darkness World of Darkness: Attrition - "As if I know"
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From the blog of James Wright (Part 1) So I get this kid in the store. Some sort of sociology major or some such. Guess he wants to know more about people. I say, if you want to know more about people; know more about money. Thats the key I think. Money drives people INSANE. Anyway. This kid, well...Should I use kid? I'm not much older than him. I'm pretty fresh out of the oven myself. But, he's still baking. Probably literally. This guy comes in and starts sniffing around my store. Doesn't ask any questions, barely picks anything up. I think he may have looked at some Tarot Cards, and some pretty stones. But that was it. But he keeps coming back, doing the same thing each day. I don't have a busy store. Mainly I trade obscurities and oddities with knowledge hounds. I scour a bit on a book here, or learn a bit about objects from different time periods. That sort of thing. But he's become a regular. It didn't occur to me until I had other customers in the store. He had been waiting to meet them. No one specific, just people who came into the store. Thats when I figured out he was a sociology major. He introduced himself as Nathan Quan. Korean I believe. He told my customers he was a sociology major and then started asking them questions about what they were looking for in my store and why. That drove off some customers. So I kicked him out. He left without much fuss. But he didn't go anywhere. Instead he lurked outside, like a vulture. That went on for a few weeks. Until he invited me for coffee one night. I sighed and agreed. Well. I learned he was gay, and apparently haunted. His dorm was anyway. He had just been too afraid to directly ask about it. I wondered if he was being preyed on by bigots really. Pranks and the like. Until he showed me some startling things. First was the alien marks on his arm. I wouldn't say it was wrighting, but he was branded for sure. I don't really have much of an eye for medical things but it didn't look burned in, but it was definately pressed in, red and irritated. The lines made no sense. So I took some pictures of it. He mentioned also that friends of his would often catch him standing in place muttering in some strange 'babbley' language. If they nudged him, he would snap out. He had already been to a doctor, who thought it was some college prank - as far as the brand went. He was taken through CT and MRI scans and they concluded: Nothing is wrong with you. The marks will go away. Well they didn't. They stayed as I did my research. In fact as I had more coffee trips with him, the brand seemed to be growing. Ugh. The kid looked like he hadn't slept in all this time. He was haggard and falling apart. Even offered me sex if I could some how 'fix' him. But, I don't swing that way. Then he was found dead a few days later. I didn't get the full report, but hearsay and rumor flooded his dorm building. The room was sealed off. But I had heard that some students had seen blood everywhere. Another saw Quan's body. It had been erupted or some such. Something came out is what another student said reporting to me when I asked; "I heard the screams. Then it ended. Then the thumping. Like bass drums. I called the police." That was just the beginning...
East was a bit rattled. Perhaps taken by surprise by Krystals assertion and direction of groupings. "I suppose this is okay". He looked from face to face trying to read them, but his own flustered mind got nothing out of it. "Well then. By God's good grace we shall look around in the lower portions". He had forgotten his bag on the floor as he moved his way between the ladies and into the sitting room. His face was marked with the rednes of embarrassment. It wasn't as if he had ever dealt with women pining over him in the past. It was that he had never had to deal with it as a man of god.
World of Darkness World of Darkness: Attrition - [Mortal] James Tiernan Wright
Name: James Tiernan Wright Age: 28 Concept: Spirit Influenced Researcher Faction: Non Group Name: Non Virtue: Compassion Vice: Pride Attributes Mental: Intelligence - ooo, Wits - ooo, Resolve - oo Physical: Strength - oo, Dexterity - oo, Stamina - oo Social: Presence - oo, Manipulation - oo, Composure - ooo Skills Mental Skills (-3): Acedemics 3 (Research), Computer 1, Crafts 1, Medicine 1, Occult 3 (Magic, Spirits), Science 2 (11) Physical Skills (-1): Drive 1, Larceny 1, Brawl 1 (4), Stealth 1 Social Skills (-1): Empathy 1, Persuasion 3, Socialize 1, Subterfuge 1, Streetwise 1 (7) Other Traits Merits: (7) (Includes source book name) Resources ooo Spirit Ear oo (Book of Spirits) Libary oo (Spirits, Thaumaturgy) (Second Sight) A Little Knowledge o (2xp) (Reliquary) Unseen Sense (Spirits) o (2xp) (Book of Spirits, WoD) Visionary Trances oo (4xp) (Second Sight) Warding ooo (6xp) (Second Sight) Shadow Contacts ooo (6xp) (Book of Spirits) Willpower: 5 Morality: 7 Health: 7 Initiative: +5 Defense: 2 Speed: 9 It was one of those nights. Maybe you know them. If you don't, then let me explain the quizzical case of James Tiernan Wright and the night he was born. This of course happened at the Good Samaritan Hospital where his mother lay in arduous labor for ten hours. Complications you might say. At this point in Los Angeles there was an outbreak of meningitis caused by an unknown virus flying around. Spreading rapidly. Probably a bit more rapidly than it should if you are aware of such goings on in the undercurrents of the world. As such, everyone was stretched a little too thin. That thing fed. Oh did it feed. A spirit of diseases. It poked enough of its influence across the fabric, breaching the gauntlet to spread its filth among us. Its own name, Speaks With Plagues rode the current and found its way to Karen Wright. She was a vessel, something to be ridden like a horse. But Speaks With Plagues grasp was loose. His gorging had made him loose sight of dangerous things to beings like himself. For reasons unknown he couldn't hold on tight. Karen Wright may have been an excellent looking vessel, but she possessed a mien that Speaks With Plagues had never thought to look for. By the time he began shoving himself inside her, it was too late for the ill-begotten spirit. At the time, doctors expressed their urgency as she became pale and weak. The spirit growled and muttered unheard curses in a language no one should have to understand. Karen Wright may have had some sort of natural ward or soul that could destroy a spirit, but it was destroying her as well. With its last bit of essence, it whispered a curse at the frail woman. She was exhausted just to hear the utterances being spoken. And back it went to the shadows where it would lay dormant for years. James Tiernan Wright was born and Karen Wright passed on. His father, George Wright was a simple fellow. A tall handsome man, upright in every way. A community man. Would have made mayor or councilman if he really tried. Instead, he was the face of the Cober Youth Group which had several ties to the local government and other lower-middle class folks like George. This life wouldn't have been such an issue if he didn't have to hide his problem child Jimmy away from the public. Oh how James wanted to play sports with the street kids. Dancing on the asphalt with the beat up basketballs, barely keeping the air. It didn't matter to him that things were just run down. He just wanted to be normal. But the voices, well..mostly noises he heard said otherwise. "Tic Toc Tic Toc", went on and on the wind up clock. It's little whistling koo-koo bird arriving at the hour, every hour. The clock was pristine. It was said to have traversed six generations of Wrights before James. But to James, it was the scariest thing imaginable. To James the clock said, "Slurp Chunk Slurp Chunk". Rather loudly, at all possible times. The bird didn't whistle, it called. Something horrible to James. When it was gurgling and giggling it wanted to be wound. And so George Wright, an obedient slave wound the clock on time. Other things never sounded right to James. Too many things made talking noises when they had no right to. How could a boy be normal, or even sleep when he really had a monster in his closet. At least sometimes. How James would scream. Or how about those times at school when things would whisper around the halls when no one else was present. Sometimes in the quiet of the class, taking a math test. George could not abide by his son's psychotic imagination. He would not have it. His public face was too much. Add the fact that he began blaming James for the death of sweet sweet Karen. All too soon, George was becoming a complicated fellow. Secretly he brought James from one doctor to the next. Fix my kid. The years following were dark times indeed for James. When one drug would fail, the next was explored. Sometimes they even thought the meds were working. Other times, his mind was just somewhere else. Quietly now he would drool to the sounds of babbling things nearby. His body and mind were a mess at the age of ten, and there was no cure for what ailed him. George on the other hand was doing fine. He would wind his clock, make pretty for the money people and his neighbors. But the twisted thing that he had become on the inside was about to take James to a very dark place. It happened all too quickly for James. He sat in his room listening to the Mews and Chitters of songbirds. Rather the things near the songbirds. George had arrived home, riding a dark cloud. Some promise made to him fell through and the money he was supposed to get for the youth center dried up. It was to be closed. James could only try to sympathize with his father, not having much experience. But the darkness in the man spilled over into his hand as it swung. There were no screams, just a bit of blood and many bruises. Things had begun orbiting around James at this point. The anti-depressants and experimental anti-psychotics had poisoned him. Things in the shadow prodded at him. Sometimes they would ride him. Sometimes they would use him. Other times they dragged him in to do dark things with him in the shadow. George was arrested months later on child abuse charges. At the age of twelve, James was taken into foster care. For a while things looked brighter for James. The dark things and their twisted wants faded away for the time being. It took twelve years for James to break out; he smiled in the sun. He was now just James. He went to school. We was able to perform well. The mumbles and burbles he once heard were somehow muted. He didn't make many friends. By most standards he was that odd kid. He was brought in to the household of Ricardo and Rose Decarlo, a mix mutt sort of family who had problems having children. They had taken care of approximately six teenage foster children in the last ten years. James would be the youngest they had ever brought in. They accepted him as he was and didn't force him to do anything or be anything. They just let him resolve his own internal storm, gave him enough TLC to break his shell. James Tiernan Wright was reborn. High School is when things really took a turn for James. The clouds had cleared years ago, he was now fifteen. In the years between, not once did James visit his father, speak of him or even think of him. Not once did he go home to that crooked koo-koo clock. Happiness seemed to be a recipe made from one part forgetting, two parts of no remorse about the past. Here in the land of teenagers, James became a young man of business. He wasn't the strongest, but he was fairly smart and quite good at bargaining. He took up the nefarious business of writing reports and the honest hand at tutoring. Both earning him a bit of money. Thankfully he could get along with most folks without coming off weird. Even though he knew many people, he didn't really make any good connections. That just wasn't part of his world. His attachment to his foster parents was pretty tight. They gave him that warm happy feeling as he was guided along onto a path of well-being and prosperity. That was until his Foster father Ricardo, suffered a sudden illness, eventually dying a week later to the effects of meningitis. His wife Rose Decarlo became sullen and withdrawn after the fall of Ricardo Decarlo. The care this couple gave to James was no longer available. All too soon the whispers crept back up, one of them laughing weakly. Due to good grades, and a little help from others in the community he was able to get a scholarship and grants to attend UCLA. There were no things babbling at that time. Happiness made it go away. College went well. He excelled at his business and finance classes. Once in a while he would hear from Rose Decarlo who move on to live with one of her foster kids who had gotten married and was having kids of their own. He was excited to move on and up, perhaps one of those normal lives he'd seen on TV or read in books. His social life had picked up. He had girlfriends, but nothing he treasured enough to keep. Lucy Tember was his latest interest, making him happy. She was able to make the titters and totters of that other place go away while she was around. Seems that while paths are being traveled in ones college years, often the routes are chaotic. Relationships are never what they seem at this point. Maybe they are more than they seem. And it was the very chaos that caused George Wright to begin writing a letter. The first was to find James. The second was to James directly. Even as the letter was opened, before one neat hand-written letter was read; the world seemed to darken and the sounds of that other place began seeping in. He read it regardless. It only contained a few words. "I'm coming for you son. Love Dad". As if something had known his feelings, a rain storm complete with thunder raged on outside. He tried to show police the letter, but it was like a fever induced hallucination. The letters were not the same. "Do not contact me son. Love Dad" they read for the police. It was found out that after eight years in prison, James Wright had been processed and deemed worthy enough through the merits of good behavior to earn parole. Of course, under the stipulation that he would make no contact with his son. That was part of the plan for George Wright, who immediately dodged patrol and started walking west through the desert towards Los Angeles. By the time he reached the University Grounds he was a quivering shambling thing, barely resembling a human being. But the face of that man, once George Wright stayed intact along with his original plastic smile that he fed to the public while his son suffered emotional neglect. On the night George arrived on campus, kids started dying. It was in one of the western quads that it found James and began tearing through small gatherings of college students to lunge for him. James hadn't had much time to react. If not for the screams, he would have had no warning. But the thing coming down the lawn of the quad was too impatient. James ran. Not being an athlete, there was no chance of getting away from the creature that seemed to be on his heals at every corner. After a few minutes of running, he manged to bump into Lucy. Before he could even explain what was going on, she was gone. The thing impaled her with one of its appendages. It stood tall, looming over James with its face beaming out of the smile of George Wright. The gurgled laugh came from the oozing pores. Blood and green ichor ran along the sidewalk as James backed up and the creature followed, still holding the impaled corpse of Lucy. What happened next was too quick for James to really process. The creature glowed as it stepped into a circle of chalk that had been drawn in the asphalt of the sidewalk. A couple of persons seemed to step sideways out from behind an invisible barrier as if cutting reality. James was stricken by all the mutated reality. They did some sort of battle with the monster. Vaguely James remembered a thing with teeth bit into the creature with his father's face and slew it in the end. Vaguely James remembered being brought by strong arms to the clinic down the street. Vaguely he remembered hearing frantic doctors talking about another virus outbreak, people dying from meningitis again. At this point the voices would never stop. His major switched. He changed over to history, religion and things esoteric. The night of George Wright had altered him along a new chaotic path. They didn't see the horror James had saw, the others; police and campus people saw only the smiling face of George Wright. They didn't hear the creature's breathing or its laughter. It was that laughter from the other place. James wasn't alone. Those who survived not only being impaled by the thing, and the plague that followed remember mostly about seeing something they had never seen before. They did not see George Wright either. Not on that night. He was warned several times, anonymously to stop what he was doing. To stop looking for the information he was looking for. James did not listen. The voices and noises from the other place continued. James had never been much of a sentimental person in his life. Yes, he did join Rose Decarlo from time to time to go see the grave of Ricardo and place flowers before the stone. Yes, he eventually went to the grave of his mother with his father; apparently a tool just used to keep up appearances. James did feel a need though to cry for Lucy Tember. On the ground where she was slain, he cried on bent knees. And then on his hands. Her stain still remained a year later, and the tears James cried now would remain as dots on that surface forever. It was hear that another thing spoke. You want? James wanted to know what it was that was here. The thing had a price. The price seemed alien to James. Bring it sadness and confusion, and it would talk. Bring it things that have caused such things too, and it would talk. Cause sadness and confusion here and it would talk. Maybe. It might have wanted even more than that. For now it talked. Because James was just those things. A being filled with sadness. A being torn by confusion. This was his start. The lift he needed to direct his life. From that point, James would find the things he needed from time to time. He had a place, a thing that could point him in the right direction if he needed it. He tried not to use it. It was a disgusting feeling to be near that spot. After he graduated, he had acquired some jobs. Apparently he also had an infusion of cash waiting for him after graduation from the sale of his dad's possessions. Apparently one koo-koo clock was sold for more money than James would ever think it was worth. All of this wrapped around the fact that Rose Decarlo gave him money as well to start his own business. He opened up shop in a store front that had opened up near the UCLA campus. It might be new age trinkets and junk, but Californians and confused college students often looked towards spiritual things. He began collecting curious oddities, old books with odd texts and so on. While the true nature of the world wasn't an open book to James. He was beginning to see a larger picture. He was able to surmise that his father, perhaps even his mother were destroyed by a spirit; perhaps a demon or ghost type creature but he'd never be absolutely sure. What lay ahead was a new frontier for James, and all those whispers and talking things. Code:***XP LOG*** Date Trait/Exp. Type Rank Gain/Cost Balance 01 Apr 2010 Creation Points - 50 50 01 Apr 2010 Merit: A Little Knowledge 1 -2 48 01 Apr 2010 Merit: Unseen Sense (Sprits) 1 -2 46 01 Apr 2010 Merit: Visionary Trances 2 -4 42 01 Apr 2010 Merit: Warding 3 -6 36 01 Apr 2010 Merit: Shadow Contracts 3 -6 30 03 May 2010 Month of April - +4 34
Jeremy looked the man in the eye and took his hand. "That sounds good, Professor. Religious studies? Interesting. Hopefully our problem here falls into our lore. Though I remain skeptical just in case."
The priest; that being Father East smiled as he shook the hand that belong to Krystal. His expression showed one of confusion. Perhaps on how he should handle this. It's been a while since he was really among non-perishners, who tended to be moderate in his area. "A pleasure to meet you", he said with a red blushed face. The smile continued, interrruped by polite chuckle and wave as he answered Ian, "Hello...son. Um, as far as I know I'm the only one coming. That is unless Mr. Robbilard sent away for more out of his people cataloge". He put his shoes into his travel bag and in turn produced a pair of old loafers that had seen better days. "However, given the situation", said as he pulled on the loafers. "If there is something actually going on, splitting up isn't a bad a idea. But we should have a cental...I don't know...headquarters? Perhaps here?"
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I've tried to plop down a marker just outside the university just west of the Frat houses and found that there is no option for it. At least not for myself.
Father East watched blankly as the agent walks out, waiting for them to step out and close the door behind them before turning to the assembled crew. His expression changes visibly. In his hands a simple black leather travel bag, and on his face rode a cheery smile. "Hello all. Well yeah I'm late. I hope you all forgive me". Jeremy's speech is lax. His attitude seems to be genuinely cheerful, perhaps glad to be out and about in the world again. A breath of fresh air in contrast to the halls of his usual dormitory. Setting the bag down by the wayside, he leans on against a chair and removes his shoes. "Oh wow. THAT feels better".
I'll roll with the punches and see what occurs.
Mummy. I wasnt to see her head twist around again.
Oh. Heh. Well. I'm more of the middle aged. Guess I'll list that
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Vital Statistics Age: 40 (Appears younger) Height: 5' 11" Weight: 172 Handedness: Right Tattoo's: Eagle with fiddle on back Concept: Heard the Calling History: Jeremy East in his youth was known as the "Rocking" Violinist back in the late 80's and early 90's. His music style of combining distortion with an electric Violin, Viola and from time to time Cello and Banjo for novelty sake. He had toured with the likes of the Trans Siberian Orchestra and Apacolyptica as a guest performer. His fame was not epic, but he was well known for his talents. During a tour entertaining troops in the first Gulf War, he was shot when some raiders decided to make trouble. The chest wound was severe and Jeremy was in critical condition for a week. He was brought by military medivac to St. Christians hospital in Germany where he recieved care. Candlelight vigils were held by his fans who could make it. For a time, he was more famous when he wasn't performing than he was when his music rang through the air. The dreams in his sleep aren't something he will talk about. They were too personal. The face of the raider who shot him, a young man; younger than Jeremy himself spoke personally to Jeremy. Speaking of the ways he would suffer in hell. He could not rest properly after that. Even during his waking hours the raider's face appeared in the strangest places, always laughing and grinning. Jeremy was found often walking through the halls of St. Christians mumbling about the end of humanity. It was decided by the clergy in the area to perform an exorcism after Jeremy pleaded for help. The media went into an uproar. His fame was drowling in tabloid seas, muddied by words about alien mothers who injected Elvis with UFO DNA, causing a demonic possession...or some such. The exorcism was performed privately and away from the prying eyes of the public. The skies opened up for Jeremy at this time. Some how, some way the exorcism cleared the way and Jeremy was free of his nightmare. This was his calling. Now twenty years later, his following has died off for the most part. A few lingering "Rocking Violinist" fans can still be found. His albumns still sell in those small little mom and pop record and CD stores. Jeremy however has dedicated his life to the Lord. The last public appearance was on a VH1 "Where are they now" interview where he reported he was satisfied with his life as a member of the church.

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The swine flu pandemic is now officially over
By R. C. Camphausen Aug 10, 2010 in Health
Geneva - In press conference today, WHO director general Dr Margaret Chan has announced an end to the H1N1 pandemic that had been declared on June 11, 2009. He added that we're now in the post-pandemic phase and that the virus has largely run its course.
The World Health Organization (WHO), based in Geneva, has officially declared an end to the pandemic concerning the H1N1 virus, popularly known as swine flu. The particular strain of virus that emerged April last year, was regarded as very dangerous and soon (June 2009) led the WHO to declare a worldwide pandemic, with fearful governments across the globe spending millions on prevention by way of vaccines.
As it turned out, the pandemic was much milder than envisioned, and resulted in 18,499 confirmed deaths, according to a Geneva based website. The worst-case scenario, according to speculations at the time, foresaw for example that 65,000 people could die in the UK alone. Now, looking back, that number was slightly exaggerated; the UK had about 450 H1N1 related deaths, reports the BBC.
In the Southern hemisphere, where it is winter right now, there are cases of H1N1, yet they seem to behave more or less like the annually occurring, seasonal flu. Seasonal flu kills up to an estimated 500,000 people a year, 90 percent of them frail elderly people, and the most recent pandemics, in 1957 and 1968, killed about two million and one million people, respectively.
A great number of scientists, and members of the public, have always maintained that the pandemic was a money-making scheme created by pharmaceutical interest who influenced the WHO decision-making process, yet this has been vehemently denied by the players involved, from the side of the WHO as well as from the companies that produced the relevant vaccines: AstraZeneca, Baxter, CSL, GlaxoSmithKline, Novartis and Sanofi-Aventis.
Today's decision comes after a three-hour session of an WHO Emergency Committee of experts, after reviewing epidemiological data about current cases, mainly from the southern hemisphere. Discussion were focused on whether or not the new phase would be called post-pandemic or post-peak. In the end, post-pandemic was the advice of the 15 experts in the committee.
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Women's Studies Writers Vie for More Media Turf
Women's studies professors are restless in the Ivory Tower. Exhibit A: At the recent annual meeting of the National Women's Studies Association, the workshop that drew the big crowd was on how to land a big book deal.
(WOMENSENEWS)–Usually the Sunday morning slot of an academic three-day conference is a ghost town.
But "Publishing in Women's Studies: A Public Voice" had professors with roller bags postponing flights and scribbling furiously on their notepads as Deborah Siegel described her journey from doctoral candidate at the University of Wisconsin to New York public intellectual and author of the 2007 book "Sisterhood, Interrupted: From Radical Women to Grrls Gone Wild" (Palgrave) about infighting, both historical and contemporary, within the feminist movement.
"I was sitting in this academic perch with my hands in all this knowledge and feeling frustrated with the limitations of where my work was going," recounted Siegel.
Heads nodded vigorously around the room.
The workshop, hosted earlier this summer by the National Women's Studies Association during its annual conference in St. Charles, Ill., represents a growing restlessness inside women's studies, a nearly 40-year-old field.
Countless academic presses publish the latest in gender scholarship. But these days many in the field want to climb down from the Ivory Tower and exert more influence through the popular press and blogging.
Hugo Schwyzer, a professor of women's studies at Pasadena City College in California, puts the trend in historical context.
"One of the most basic premises of the early women's studies movement was that feminism needed to be collaborative and it needed to reach people who weren't in universities," he says. "For a while it seemed like the only major public feminist work being done was in the highly demanding world of feminist theory, which, though valuable, left a lot of people alienated or confused. All we're really doing now is returning to the grassroots; it's both about popularization and radicalization."
Following the Star Example
But crossing out of the academia and into the more blaring sphere of popular media is not so easy, which explains why so many flocked to hear Siegel, who was also a star workshop presenter at the Council on Contemporary Families conference in Chicago in May and the National Council for Research on Women conference in Atlanta in June.
Siegel, 38, teaches an online course on pop publishing and has conducted other similar workshops that participants say helped them score agent signings and commercial book deals.
Lisa Johnson is an example of someone who turned to Siegel–through an online course last fall–for help breaking out of academia.
In December 2005, Johnson, from the University of South Carolina Upstate, in Spartanburg, sent a book proposal on borderline personality disorder to an editor friend in New York.
She was excited about the possibility of publishing with a mainstream press. That excitement petered out, however, by her friend's vague feedback: "It's a great idea, but the proposal needs 'more.'"
"I really didn't know what to do at that point," says Johnson. "So I got busy with other things and put it aside."
Academic Style Barriers
Some editors worry about taking on academic writers because they fear they won't be able to strip their language of jargon, says Leslie Meredith, an editor with Free Press in New York.
"Even some of the greatest teachers can sometimes revert to an academic style when putting into writing a dynamic lecture."
Laura Maser, an editor with Seal Press in Emeryville, Calif., says books aimed at a popular audience must be positioned as cutting-edge and full of what she calls the "now factor."
Academics trying to cross into commercial publishing must also be willing to forego nuance and state a strong opinion.
This was one of Johnson's biggest insights from taking Siegel's online course.
"I really embraced my own authority over the material," says Johnson. She says her New York agent plans to offer her manuscript to a large trade publisher this month.
As they push for wider audiences, women's studies professors are joining the ranks of plenty of other academics.
"Higher education, in general, is seeking to communicate academic ideas to wider publics," says Allison Kimmich, executive director of the University of Maryland-based National Women's Studies Association, which has 390 institutional members and 2,000 individual members.
"Universities are playing their part, catering, at times, to popular markets," Siegel says. "I don't see this as a strict dumbing down of academia, as some might suggest, but rather as a genuine attempt to infuse the popular debate with more nuance and better facts. The pressure to go 'pop' after tenure is fueled by an academic star system that rewards scholars who bring attention to their institution by winning the popular spotlight. More often than not, those scholars are male. I'd like to see more women in that spotlight too."
Kimmich says that women's studies scholarship is particularly keen to advance progressive social change in popular media outlets.
Crossing Over to Middle Ground
There is also a middle ground between small academic presses and large publishers in New York at places such as 31-year-old Seal Press, known for its anthologies and memoirs.
"We have traditionally done crossover books, which for us, has meant trade books with crossover academic sales potential," says acquisitions editor Brooke Warner.
Seal will launch a series aimed specifically at the women's studies audience in 2008 called "Seal Starters," which Warner describes as "academic lite."
The Feminist Press, a 36-year-old publisher in New York, also publishes crossover titles. A prime example was "Baghdad Burning," a series of reflections on everyday life for a woman by the Iraqi blogger known as Riverbend.
Then there's the blogosphere, with an off-the-cuff writing style that defies the labored and rigorous standards of academia.
Schwyzer, the women's studies professor from Pasadena City College, has been blogging at HugoSchwyzer.net since 2003.
"I'm quite deliberate about blurring the lines between stories of emotional growth and serious discussions of intellectual issues," says Schwyzer. "That's part of what feminism is about for me: a willingness to step out of the model that suggests that our private lives have little relationship with our intellectual work."
Alison Piepmeier's 2-year-old blog Baxter Sez at Piepmeier.blogspot.com, which she shares with her husband, was described by a fan as "a swirling mini-cosmos of academic and cultural quirkiness."
As director of the Women's and Gender Studies Program at the College of Charleston in South Carolina, Piepmeier knows she is taking a risk by blogging.
"I'm fortunate, because being director of a women's and gender studies program means I'm expected to have an opinion on things like abortion, so it's not like the fact that I'm openly pro-choice could hurt me on my job. It's sort of a job requirement."
"Plus," she adds, "I'm not willing to wait until I have tenure to try to make my feminism matter in the world."
Courtney E. Martin is the author of "Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters: The Frightening New Normalcy of Hating Your Body." She is also an adjunct professor of gender studies at Hunter College. You can read more about Courtney's work at http://www.courtneyemartin.com .
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Since ancient times, the elusive concept of wisdom has figured prominently in philosophical and religious texts. The question remains compelling: What is wisdom, and how does it play out in individual lives? Most psychologists agree that if you define wisdom as maintaining positive well-being and kindness in the face of challenges, it is one of the most important qualities one can possess to age successfully — and to face physical decline and death.
Vivian Clayton, a geriatric neuropsychologist in Orinda, Calif., developed a definition of wisdom in the 1970s, when she was a graduate student, that has served as a foundation for research on the subject ever since. After scouring ancient texts for evocations of wisdom, she found that most people described as wise were decision makers. So she asked a group of law students, law professors and retired judges to name the characteristics of a wise person. Based on an analysis of their answers, she determined that wisdom consists of three key components: cognition, reflection and compassion.
Unfortunately, research shows that cognitive functioning slows as people age. But speed isn't everything. A recent study in Topics in Cognitive Science pointed out that older people have much more information in their brains than younger ones, so retrieving it naturally takes longer. And the quality of the information in the older brain is more nuanced. While younger people were faster in tests of cognitive performance, older people showed "greater sensitivity to fine-grained differences," the study found.
It stands to reason that the more information people have in their brains, the more they can detect familiar patterns. Elkhonon Goldberg, a neuroscientist in New York and author of "The Wisdom Paradox," says that "cognitive templates" develop in the older brain based on pattern recognition, and that these can form the basis for wise behavior and decisions.
According to Dr. Clayton, one must take time to gain insights and perspectives from one's cognitive knowledge to be wise (the reflective dimension). Then one can use those insights to understand and help others (the compassionate dimension).
Working from Dr. Clayton's framework, Monika Ardelt, an associate sociology professor at the University of Florida in Gainesville, felt a need to expand on studies of old age because of research showing that satisfaction late in life consists of things like maintaining physical and mental health, volunteering and having positive relationships with others. But this isn't always possible if the body breaks down, if social roles are diminished and if people suffer major losses. "So these people cannot age successfully? They have to give up?" she recalled asking herself.
Wisdom, she has found, is the ace in the hole that can help even severely impaired people find meaning, contentment and acceptance in later life.
She developed a scale consisting of 39 questions aimed at measuring three dimensions of wisdom. People responding to statements on Professor Ardelt's wisdom scale — things like "a problem has little attraction for me if I don't think it has a solution," or "I can be comfortable with all kinds of people" and "I'm easily irritated by people who argue with me" — were not told they were being measured for wisdom. Respondents later answered questions about hypothetical challenges and crises, and those who showed evidence of high wisdom were also more likely to have better coping skills, Professor Ardelt found. In general, for example, they said they would be more active than passive about dealing with hardship.
An impediment to wisdom is thinking, "I can't stand who I am now because I'm not who I used to be," said Isabella S. Bick, a psychotherapist who, at 81, still practices part time out of her home in Sharon, Conn. She has aging clients who are upset by a perceived worsening of their looks, their sexual performance, their physical abilities, their memory. For them, as for herself, an acceptance of aging is necessary for growth, but "it's not a resigned acceptance; it's an embracing acceptance," she said.
"Wise people are able to accept reality as it is, with equanimity," Professor Ardelt said. Her research shows that when people in nursing homes or with a terminal illness score high on her wisdom scale, they also report a greater sense of well-being. "If things are really bad, it's good to be wise," she said.
The Berlin Wisdom Project, a research effort begun in the 1980s that sought to define wisdom by studying ancient and modern texts, called it "an expert knowledge system concerning the fundamental pragmatics of life." A co-founder of the project, Ursula M. Staudinger, went on to distinguish between general wisdom, the kind that involves understanding life from an observer's point of view (for example, as an advice giver), and personal wisdom, which involves deep insight into one's own life.
True personal wisdom involves five elements, said Professor Staudinger, now a life span psychologist and professor at Columbia University. They are self-insight; the ability to demonstrate personal growth; self-awareness in terms of your historical era and your family history; understanding that priorities and values, including your own, are not absolute; and an awareness of life's ambiguities.
Wisdom in this sense is extremely rare, Professor Staudinger said, and research has shown that it actually declines in the final decades. As a coping strategy, it is better to be positive about life when you are older, she said, and the older people skew that way. They are more likely to look back on their lives and say that the events that occurred were for the best; a wise person would fully acknowledge mistakes and losses, and still try to improve.
True wisdom involves recognizing the negative both within and outside ourselves and trying to learn from it, she said.
Modern definitions of wisdom tend to stress kindness — even if it's not on the order of Buddha, Gandhi or the Dalai Lama. Wisdom is characterized by a "reduction in self-centeredness," Professor Ardelt said. Wise people try to understand situations from multiple perspectives, not just their own, and they show tolerance as a result.
Professor Carstensen does not consider herself a wisdom researcher because "there's a piece of me that thinks it's not useful to use a term that's been around for 1,000 years." Some researchers are skeptical about testing for such an amorphous trait as wisdom.
But Professor Carstensen does study emotional regulation, and says that is a key component of wisdom.
Daniel Goleman, author of "Focus" and "Emotional Intelligence," said, "One aspect of wisdom is having a very wide horizon which doesn't center on ourselves," or even on our group or organization.
He said an important sign of wisdom was "generativity," a term used by the psychologist Erik Erikson, who developed an influential theory on stages of the human life span. Generativity means giving back without needing anything in return, Dr. Goleman said. The form of giving back could be creative, social, personal or financial, and "the wisest people do that in a way that doesn't see their lifetime as limiting when this might happen," he said.
Dr. Goleman interviewed Erikson, along with his wife, Joan, in the late 1980s, when both were in their 80s. Erikson's theory of human development had initially included eight stages, from infancy to old age. When the Eriksons themselves reached old age, though, they found a need to add a ninth stage of development, one in which wisdom plays a crucial role. "They depict an old age in which one has enough conviction in one's own completeness to ward off the despair that gradual physical disintegration can too easily bring," Dr. Goleman wrote in The Times.
Whatever the nature of one's limitations, simplifying one's life is also a sign of wisdom, Dr. Clayton said, for example, by giving your things away while you are still alive. Some people have trouble with the idea of settling for less — "they've gotten so used to the game of acquiring more," she said.
Settling for less and simplifying is not the same as giving up. In fact, when older people lack challenges, self-absorption and stagnation may take over, the Eriksons said. The key is to set goals that match one's current capacities.
Continuing education can be an important way to cultivate wisdom in the later years, researchers say, for one thing because it combats isolation. But training in practical skills may be less useful for older people than courses in the humanities that help people make sense of their lives, Professor Ardelt says. She and other researchers recommend classes in guided autobiography, or life review, as a way of strengthening wisdom. In guided autobiography, students write and share their life stories with the help of a trained instructor.
Dr. Clayton says there's a point in life when a fundamental shift occurs, and people start thinking about how much time they have left rather than how long they have lived. Reflecting on the meaning and structure of their lives, she said, can help people thrive after the balance shifts and there is much less time left than has gone before.


This photo was taken in a Western Kentucky Amish settlement.
Amish have an interesting relationship with tractors. And some Amish tractors are more interesting than others!
Wheels go round and round. Whoo and they stop right here.
I thought Amish tractors were horse drawn tractors?
Marilyn mostly they are used for their engine power–say for filling up a silo, and not as a field machine. However a minority of Amish do use them in the field and even drive them around.
To make them road-unfriendly they often require metal wheels rather than rubber, though looks like this fellow has both.
I thought they were horse drawn tractors also.
I lived in Stephenville Tx for 9 years, there use to be a bunch of Amish there. I have not been back since, are there still any there in that area?
Perfect! My dad used to say that about our car.
That's what's left of a Farmall M.
I'd bet it pulls left nasty. It's about 70 years old, good for another 70. Steel wheels in the back is the answer for fields, but grouters (cleats) stop you from getting from field to field on the road. Since temptation is the reason for requiring steel wheels to prevent the use of a piece of farm equipment for recreational use or driving to town, this is the best solution to keep the state happy from destroying asphalt roads when you must get it down the road. That's probably a Tar and Chip surface that doesn't take well to steel at all. Police frown on rear steel wheels even crossing a road.
Notice his grip on the steering wheel. I have driven something similar, and let me tell you, driving it was an aerobic activity! It's probably a struggle to keep that tractor in the road.
Good for another 100,000 miles!
Also, the rubber tores have installed backward.
Posted this pic to an antique tractor board for the humor value and got the explanation for this (from a guy who runs an Amish Taxi no less) — those old tires are covering steel wheels so he can move the tractor down the road.
That's why they're on backwards, the left is falling apart, and the right one has two bolts through it (which I missed looking at it before).
That's right Matt this way of covering the wheels with rubber is actually pretty common in communities that can do it…I wouldn't have recognized they are on backwards though–I wonder if there is a reason or it was just a goof-up here.
You've actually got a few more bolts on both tires if you can discern in the photo.
Hi Renee, the short answer is no–coincidentally we just had a post on the Stephenville Amish last week.
It was an unusual Amish settlement.
Sorry to be off topic Erik but here is a update on the beard cutting attacks from the AP for those that may be interested.
Thanks Tom, I've been following that. Looks like their plea to get the hate crime charge thrown out was denied.
A Trumbull County minister who is waging a campaign on behalf of 16 Amish men and women charged with federal hate crimes has accused U.S. marshals of intimidation for questioning him at his home about an earlier verbal confrontation with U.S. Attorney Steven Dettelbach.
The steel cleats on the steel wheels are the correct direction pointing like arrows downward from the front. Adding rubber tires with lugs the oposite direction makes the thick rubber lug CROSS the steel cleat making it solid. Rubber lugs going the same direction doesn't work since there are a different number of lugs to cleats. Some hit the cleats, others miss them and makes the tire out of round. This way a rubber lug always contacts a cleat inside. Without air, the tires don't conform to the ground well, so are not as good in the field as aired tires, or steel that have larger cleats. Pads made from belting can be added between steel cleats to run on roads, but it makes it very smooth, and in sandy soil they dig right down with very little bite. Adding rubber pads to steel wheels is for parade routes and show tractors, not field use.
Adding a piece of steel like a lever or handle on the outside, (think garden hose winder) or sometimes an old steel rim is used to wrap a cable or chain around if you're stuck and the wheel spins like a winch to pull you out. Holding the brake tight on the other side makes the side spin with the "winch".
Thanks for explaining this, Paul.
Don't let the surface rust on the skin fool you. If that old M has been maintained; crankcase oil changed regularly, antifreeze in the radiator, filters serviced when needed, etc it should be good for a bunch of years more. Especially if he is just using it for stationary power and a little bit of stealth transportation!


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Ted Butler: Silver is Akin to a Lit Match & a Barrel of Dynamite!
It is said that history doesn't repeat itself, but in the case of silver, I don't see how that can be avoided. In more ways than not, silver today reminds me of the time when it traded under $5 per ounce.
As was the case back then, the thought that it might eventually climb more than ten times in value was widely disbelieved and openly scoffed at. That's because silver was the most undervalued asset in the world, both then and now. If you didn't catch the first run, you've just been given a second chance.
And it is also interesting that silver is registering as the most undervalued investment asset precisely at the same time when there is more total investment net worth and buying power in the world than ever before. The assets in hedge funds alone are now at a record $2.7 trillion; 1 percent of which ($27 billion) is more than the value of all the silver bullion in the world (if it could be bought).
The 100 million oz of new silver available for investment annually would take only one-tenth of one percent ($2.7 billion) of hedge fund assets. Unless hedge funds have stopped looking for undervalued assets, I can't help but feel that's a set up akin to a lit match and a barrel of dynamite.
First off, it is pretty audacious to label any investment asset as the world's cheapest when you consider the implications of that claim. Most of the world's investors are value oriented, always on the prowl to find undervaluation and if they could identify the single most undervalued investment opportunity, it would only be a matter of time before they descended upon it. Simply put, if you could identify the most undervalued investment asset in the world that would be another way of saying you had identified the world's best investment opportunity.
The next step would be to back up any such claim with straight forward reasoning and facts to substantiate any claim of extreme undervaluation. That's the purpose of this article, namely, to show why I believe silver is the cheapest investment asset to own and that it is likely destined, therefore, to be the best investment opportunity over time. The only caveat is one of time. It would be unrealistic to assume that if you were able to identify the cheapest investment asset in the world and purchased it that you would be instantly rewarded. If the whole world mispriced something, it is unlikely the undervaluation would be corrected the instant you bought it; give it time, say five to ten years.
I'm not going to speak today about silver's undervaluation in the ways unique to silver, such as it being at or below its primary cost of mine production or of how scare and rare it is, particularly in dollar terms, or how much it has dropped from its price highpoint of three years ago. Certainly, one could establish whether silver was undervalued by such measures, but that would not be the way to determine if silver was the most undervalued investment asset in the world. The only way to determine what the world's most undervalued asset might be is by comparing all assets to each other. In other words, you can only declare any asset to be the most undervalued by relative price comparison.
Fortunately, a relative comparison by price is not a difficult thing to do. Instead, trying to figure out why I didn't see this sooner is more difficult to answer. But in my defense, I discuss silver's relative valuation to gold on a non-stop basis. After all, silver and gold are as connected as love and marriage or a horse and carriage; it's hard to conceive of a better relative comparison. So let's start with gold and silver. It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words, so let me see if I can spare you some unnecessary verbiage. For the sake of uniformity, let me present silver's relative valuation as it is usually depicted, namely, by dividing silver's price into gold's price and stick to that format in the examples that follow. Remember, the higher the ratio, the more undervalued silver is to the item depicted. These charts cover the last three years or so.
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Remember, the higher the relative price ratio, the more undervalued is silver. I'm not intentionally leaving out any other comparisons and would include real estate if I knew of a chart. I believe silver would show up as generally the most undervalued if you included all other commodities. My point is simple – on a relative basis, silver is the cheapest asset of all. And to my mind that makes it the asset offering the highest prospective gains for the future.
I'm not trying to trick anyone in any way – this is as straight forward as it gets. As I indicated earlier, I'm kind of mad at myself for not writing about this before now. And just because it's as simple as pie that doesn't invalidate the approach. About the only thing I haven't addressed is how silver got to be the most undervalued investment asset in the world. I suppose, if there were some obvious and compelling legitimate explanation for why silver should be so undervalued relative to everything else, perhaps the undervaluation would be widely understood and justified. But there is no such justification.
The best thing about silver's extreme undervaluation is that the reason for it is as clear as is the undervaluation itself; not in terms of legitimacy, but certainly in terms of clarity. As I have reported recently and for years, COMEX silver has the largest concentrated short position of any traded commodity. Eight traders, led by JPMorgan, are responsible for silver being the most undervalued asset in the world. The world's largest concentrated short position should logically result in the world's most undervalued asset. I think this is good news because it would be impossible for me to show conclusively that silver was the cheapest investment asset of all without providing a definitive explanation for the unprecedented undervaluation.
Of course, I suppose a rejoinder to silver's compelling undervaluation leading to eventual outstanding investment performance might be if JPMorgan and the other commercial crooks on the COMEX were able to continue to manipulate the price indefinitely thru additional short contracts. While this can extend silver's undervaluation in terms of time, it cannot last forever. Additional paper short sales by JPM and the crooks will blow up in their faces at some point or the COMEX will shut down. That's because selling additional paper contracts short will not satisfy physical demand in excess of physical supply. That day must come, for no other reason than silver is the cheapest asset in the world.
That is not to say that silver can't get even more undervalued in the short term, but isn't this what investment is all about? Is it not the universal goal of all investors to seek out the most undervalued assets and try to avoid the most overvalued sectors?
As must be expected, silver didn't get to be the cheapest investment asset in the world without price pain and suffering. It is guaranteed that whatever might be the world's most undervalued asset only got to that point because it was overlooked and unappreciated or loathed or manipulated. There is no way the world's most undervalued asset could achieve that status through positive investment returns. By definition, the cheapest investment asset in the world had to have horrid price performance to get to that point. It's good news that the reason in silver's case was due to deliberate price manipulation because that manipulation must end at some point.
Also good news is the fact that silver is no stranger to being the best performing asset in the world, as was the case most recently up through the price highs of 2011. The reason silver was the very best investment asset was because it had formerly been incredibly undervalued before that price run. It is said that history doesn't repeat itself, but in the case of silver, I don't see how that can be avoided. In more ways than not, silver today reminds me of the time when it traded under $5 per ounce. As was the case back then, the thought that it might eventually climb more than ten times in value was widely disbelieved and openly scoffed at. That's because silver was the most undervalued asset in the world, both then and now. If you didn't catch the first run, you've just been given a second chance.
And it is also interesting that silver is registering as the most undervalued investment asset precisely at the same time when there is more total investment net worth and buying power in the world than ever before. The assets in hedge funds alone are now at a record $2.7 trillion; 1 percent of which ($27 billion) is more than the value of all the silver bullion in the world (if it could be bought). The 100 million oz of new silver available for investment annually would take only one-tenth of one percent ($2.7 billion) of hedge fund assets. Unless hedge funds have stopped looking for undervalued assets, I can't help but feel that's a set up akin to a lit match and a barrel of dynamite.
Don't be confused by the simplicity of this presentation. Comparing the relative price of all investment assets is the only objective way to determine which is the most undervalued. Right now, on that objective basis, silver is the cheapest investment asset in the world. I feel fortunate to have made this observation and even more fortunate that it doesn't conflict in any way with anything I've written previously. I'll probably make this article public (sometime next week) after subscribers have had a chance to digest it. To me, it's a big deal.
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Spider mites on ornamentals and vegetables may appear this month. They love marigolds and tomatoes. The foliage becomes pale and speckled. They are very small-shake a branch over white paper and watch for specks that crawl. Spider mites need early control. Use powerful jets of water to wash them off plants leaves and spray with horticultural soaps and/or horticultural oils such as Neem.
Renovate overgrown strawberry beds after the last harvest. Start by setting your lawnmower on its highest setting and mow off the foliage. Next thin crowns 12 to 24 inches apart. Apply recommended fertilizer and apply preemergence herbicide if needed. Keep watered.
Fertilize warm season grasses (Bermuda and zoysia) with 1 lb. of nitrogen per 1000 sq. ft. Do not fertilize fescue in the summer, this promotes disease.
It is a great time to plant annuals and perennials. The nurseries have beautiful selections of plants to choose from such as impatiens, geraniums, marigolds, petunias, vinca, salvia and many others.
Most annuals benefit from regular applications of nitrogen containing fertilizers during blooming season, apply according to the label.
Check all plants, especially newly planted ones, for moisture on a regular basis. Water deeply and thoroughly as needed.
Spruce up summer landscape with beautiful color in containers. Be sure to use potting mix and not garden soil. A water-grabbing polymer may be added to reduce the frequency of watering.
Remove wraps from young trees to avoid potential disease and insect buildup.
Mulching plants now will prevent weeds, conserve water, moderate soil temperature and, for trees, prevent damage from lawn care equipment.
Pinch back leggy annuals to encourage more stems and blossoms. Many annuals and some perennials will benefit from regular dead heading. This allows the plant's energy to go toward new blossoms and growth, rather than seed production.
The 2013 Garden Like a Master Tour includes five unique gardens and the OSU Demo Garden and features ideas that any home gardener can achieve. Highlights include vertical gardening, fruit and nut trees, vegetable gardens, a kids garden, raising chickens in a urban setting and more. Each themed garden showcases solutions to unique landscape challenges. Tulsa Master Gardeners will be on hand to answer questions about how to achieve similar results in your garden, or discuss your current gardening challenges.
Tulsa Master Gardeners offer gardening related classes on the dates shown in the table below. Each presentation starts at 5:30 pm and generally last 30 minutes with another half hour for discussion. These classes are free and there is no need to register, just show up. They are held in the auditorium at the OSU Extension Office, which is on 15th street at gate #6 into the Tulsa Fairgrounds.
Some of the most beautiful insects are butterflies, moths and skippers and they all belong to the order Lepidoptera. Why is this group important to gardeners? Virtually all members of this group are instrumental in pollinating plants, some specific to a single species. These beautiful fliers add color and life to any size landscape, balcony or container garden. So it's definitely worth the time and effort to create an inviting environment in the garden just for them. They should be encouraged in our gardens as they are an essential component of the animal food chain as well as the reproductive cycle of plants. Confused about whether the creature you're looking at is a butterfly or a moth? There's one important sign: A butterfly's antennae usually have knobs on the ends, while a moth's generally don't.
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Growing nectar plants is the first essential component. They should be planted in large groups according to color. This makes them more recognizable to the butterflies. Be sure to plant both perennials and annuals. Use native plants wherever possible because the insects are already familiar with these species. Native plants are also beautiful, winter hardy, resistant to disease, low maintenance and an important part of our regional biodiversity.
The second essential component is to provide plants for larvae. One possibility is to maintain a herb garden. Dill, fennel, parsley and chives provide excellent food for larvae and produce enough foliage for your use also. Native plants also come in handy in this area.
Be sure to locate your plantings in a sunny location. This is of prime importance to both the plants and the butterflies. Most blooming plants need lots of sun exposure to maintain nectar production. Also, the butterflies need a place to bask in the sun to raise their body temperature enough to fly. Providing shelter for butterflies is also significant as cooling winds not only can lower their body temperature, but can also limit the blooming season for the plants they feed on.
When trying to attract insects of any kind to your yard, use of insecticides is inappropriate. In addition, the use of bug zappers, even though they are intended primarily for mosquitoes, will attract and kill male moths. Therefore, they should not be a part of your landscape plan.
Click here for a partial list of plants that are suitable for you butterfly garden or visit the Master Gardener website for more information.
Composting: It Just Makes Sense!
It's fun, cheap and teaches kids and adults alike about Mother Nature's natural decomposition process. Compost, or "Black Gold" as it's called, can cost a lot to buy, but is very inexpensive to make on your own.
Moisture: Proper moisture is important to keep microorganisms alive. Keep the pile moist, but avoid overwatering as this excludes oxygen.
Aeration: Microorganisms need oxygen to break down the organic debris. Regular turning of the compost pile insures proper aeration, which speeds up the decomposition process.
Microorganisms: Bacteria found in the soil and compost are the primary microorganisms that break down the organic matter. Bacteria found in compost starter kits can also help.
Volume: A 3' X 3' pile is necessary to create enough volume for the pile to create heat and to hold adequate temperature. Piles larger than 5' X 5' cannot be aerated properly.
Surface Area: Smaller particle size increases the surface area for microorganisms to work on. Chopping or shredding helps, as it reduces the particle size.
Carbon/Nitrogen Ratio: It is important to keep this ratio properly balanced. Scientists have determined that a good ratio of carbon to nitrogen in a compost pile is about 25-30 parts carbon to one part nitrogen. A high-carbon content pile will be very slow to decompose, whereas a high-nitrogen content pile will release excess smelly ammonia gas. Leaves and straw are good carbon makers; grass clippings and kitchen scraps are good nitrogen makers.
Something you should not do: Never add fats, oils, protein scraps, dairy products, human or pet manure, colored newspaper, plastic materials, coal or charcoal ashes, or diseased plants. A good rule of thumb to remember..."when in doubt, throw it out".
Proper layering is important. The first layer should be of larger stalk-like materials (corn stalks, small twigs, etc.) to produce proper aeration at the bottom. The next layer should be 3-6" thick of dried organic matter or leaves (carbon matter). The next layer should be a thinner layer of kitchen vegetable scraps, grass clippings, or garden plant materials (nitrogen matter). The fourth and final layer should be about one inch of soil to add microbes. Once this is in place, give the pile a good sprinkle of water to get the process going.
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Question: I have noticed some odd structures forming on the leaves of my oak trees this spring. What is causing them, and what do I need to do?
Answer: Wherever oak trees grow, they are attacked by a group of small insects called gall makers. The majority of gall makers that attack oak are wasps, but in some cases flies are responsible.
These insects cause deformities, known as galls, of various shapes, sizes, and colors on leaves, twigs, bark, flowers, buds, acorns, and even the roots of the tree. Some galls of oak are globular or dish-shaped, whereas others look like thorns or spiny balls. The size may vary from 1 mm to over 50 mm. Galls are so commonly associated with oaks that many people regard them as typical structures of the plant. Galls are specific as to the kind of oak on which they occur. For example, those that are found on a member of the black oak group do not occur on white oaks.
Galls are caused by powerful plant growth-regulating chemicals or other stimuli produced by the insect that react with plant hormones. During the egg-laying process or early larval-feeding period, specialized body glands secrete growth-regulating chemicals that interact with certain plant chemicals to produce these abnormal growths. The inner walls of the gall are rich in protein and thus provide the larvae residing inside the gall with an abundance of concentrated food. After a brief period of cell growth, gall development stops completely. The insect is confined within "its house" and feeds only on gall tissue during the remainder of its development. Once these galls are formed, they do not continue to use nutrients from the host plant. The larvae are somewhat, but by no means completely, protected from parasites and predators by the abnormal plant tissue that surrounds them.
process) is interrupted. Galls generally are aesthetically objectionable to homeowners who find them unattractive and fear that galls will cause damage to the health of their oak trees.
Chemical control is seldom suggested for management of leaf galls on oak. Cultural methods of control may be effective in reducing the impact of these insects. Some fallen leaves may harbor various life stages of gall-producing pests. Therefore, it may be useful to collect and destroy all infested leaves. Some of these pests overwinter in twigs and branches of oak. Where such woody galls are detected, prune and destroy the infested plant material when the galls are small and have just started to develop. Once a gall begins to develop, it is almost impossible to stop or reverse its development. Unless registered insecticides can be applied when gall wasps are flying, they offer little or no effective measure of control. Lack of serious plant damage from leaf galls and the difficulty in proper timing of insecticide applications pose a strong argument against the use of insecticides to reduce galls on oak.


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The two 2 million dollar bottle: Henri IV Dudognon Héritage.
The bottle was conceived in 2008 by the Tequila company Ley. 925 and it is produced by jeweler José Davalos. Ley. 925 was established in 1977 by Fernando Altamirano and it targets the deluxe market segment. From the beginning he started making expensive bottles untill one day he made a bottle of tequila set with gold, diamonds and other gems that should bring in a million dollar. It proved not easy to get the bottle sold, even in Dubai. He was told tequila was not held in high regards in that part of the world, but there would be an interest if the contents were to be cognac. So Fernando started looking for a qualified cognac manufacterer and he found one in Dudognon.
The Dudognon family started in the cognac business in 1776 and has its vineyards in the grande champagne district. Apparently they also descend from King Henry IV. This claim, though very remote, was used to give the bottle its name: Henri IV Dudognon Héritage. Sometimes it is referred to as 'the DNA of Cognac, the Essence of the Water of Life'.
The bottle is made of 24K gold and sterling platinum and is set with 6500 brilliant cut diamonds. The content is one liter and the bottle weighs a stunning eight kilogram.
Deze fles is blijkbaar in de smaak gevallen, want sinds kort (2017) zijn er 'broertjes' van deze fles bijgekomen en ook een stel miniaturen.
Tribute to Dubai
As a recognition for Dubai, the city that strives to be the most luxurious city in the world, Fernando Altamirano created this bottle in 2017. It is made of 18K yellow gold, adorned with 1500 high quality diamonds, 1300 sapphires and 1300 emeralds. It contains 1 litre Ultra Premium Grande Champagne cognac that has aged for over a hundred years in oak barrles. Only one copy exists and it costs €4.000.000,-.
Tribute to Michael Jackson
This bottle was made on the eighth date of death of Michael Jackson, to honour him as the King of Pop. It is made of 18K black gold and is inlaid with 4100 high quality diamonds. It contains 1 litre Ultra Premium Grande Champagne cognac that has aged for over a hundred years in oak barrles. Of this one also only one copy exists and it costs €4.000.000,-.
Tribute to Princess Diana
On the 20th dying day of Princess Diana this tribute bottle appeared (2016) as recognition of her aduous social labor to create a better world. This bottle is made of 18K white gold and is covered with 1500 high quality diamonds, 1300 sapphires and 1300 emeralds. It contains 1 litre Ultra Premium Grande Champagne cognac that has aged for over a hundred years in oak barrles. Only one copy exists and this one also costs €4.000.000,-.
Tribute to Andy Warhol
Thirty years after Andy Warhol's death, Fernando Altamirano honoured this 'King of pop-art' with the above miniature bottle, made out of 18K white gold and sterling silver and adorned with 1400 sapphires and 1400 rubies of high quality. The bottle is filled with 5cl grande champagne, aged for over sixty years in oak barrels. This bottle costs €333.000,-. It is not unveiled how many copies of it were made.
Other miniatures of the Henri IV bottle
Of all of the eight above miniatures 777 copies were made.
There appear to exist other miniatures too:
Ten slotte zijn er nog enkele 1 liter flessen die veel minder duur zijn:
Dudognon extravaganza engels — 2 Comments
Mateusz Szymański on 19 June, 2021 at 12:12 said:
Hello, is your product available for purchase?
admin_cognacton on 19 June, 2021 at 13:23 said:
No, I have nothing to sell. This site is not about buying or selling.
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Pyongyang, Nov 6 North Korea has unveiled what's thought to be the first official painting of Kim Jong-un, lifting the leader to a new level of personality cult.
While his predecessors' portraits are all across the country, Kim has long been styled as a successor rather than a leader in his own right, the BBC reported on Tuesday.
Older pictures of Kim's were photographs, not paintings, or unofficial fan art.
"That a painted portrait of Kim Jong-un has appeared in this style is a strong hint that the regime could be beginning to take steps to develop the Kim Jong-un personality cult," Oliver Hotham, analyst with NK News, told the BBC.
The style of the painting is so evocative of the ever-present portraits of the older Kims, that "North Koreans will certainly understand the symbolism of this move".