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Print Symposium Book 2019 Volume 53
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Carly M. Celestine – Symposium Editor, Volume 53
The University of Richmond Law Review is incredibly excited to present its 2019 Symposium Issue: The 50th Anniversary of the Fair Housing Act–Past, Present, and Future . Each year, the Law Review hosts a Symposium which seeks to critically examine and debate a specific area of law. This year, we celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of the Fair Housing Act ("FHA"). We were honored to host an outstanding assembly of scholars and practitioners to re- flect on the social and legal precursors to the FHA, evaluate its impact to date, and anticipate the role of the Act in providing equal access to housing in the future
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Unjust Cities? Gentrification, Integration, and the Fair Housing Act
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Olatunde C.A. Johnson*
What does gentrification mean for fair housing? This article considers the possibility that gentrification should be celebrated as a form of integration alongside a darker narrative that sees gentrification as necessarily unstable and leading to inequality or displacement of lower-income, predominantly of color, residents. Given evidence of both possibilities, this article considers how the Fair Housing Act might be deployed to minimize gentrification's harms while harnessing some of the benefits that might attend integration and movement of higher-income residents to cities. Ultimately, the article urges building on the fair housing approach but employing a broader set of tools to advance a more robust form of integration. This broader framework would attend to how public and private goods are distributed in gentrifying cities, and build governance and participation mechanisms that enhance the voice and participation of traditionally excluded groups.
The Opportunity and the Danger of the New Urban Migration
Richard Sander*
Twenty-first century America is witnessing a broad and unprecedented migration of middle and upper-middle class families to old, dense, and often low-income urban neighborhoods. This "new urban migration" has the potential to create wholly gentrified neighborhoods that displace existing residents, or to engender racially and economically integrated neighborhoods that strengthen both neighborhoods and central cities. I argue that valuable lessons can be learned from the 1970s, when another large intraurban migration—the vast metropolitan movement of black households into white neighborhoods that followed passage of the Fair Housing Act—produced patterns of resegregation in many cities, but genuine housing integration in others. We now understand what conditions in the 1970s produced resegregative or integrative outcomes. I show that so far, the new urban migration has mostly fostered integration, but that careful, proactive policies that help to disperse this migration can make good long-term outcomes much more likely.
A New Home for Haters – Online Home Sharing Platforms: A Look at the Applicability of the Fair Housing Act to Home Shares
Allison K. Bethel*
In 2018, we celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of the Fair Housing Act which outlawed discrimination in residential transactions. When the FHA was passed, the home search process was very different. Fifty years ago, most people searched for housing by viewing listings in newspapers and other printed publications or perhaps used a realtor. Today, most people use the internet to search for housing. Home sharing, where all or part of a home is rented on a short-term basis, has become very popular since 2008 when Airbnb entered the market. It has become a multimillion dollar business and proponents see great potential in it to ease housing and income shortages. As home sharing has grown in popularity, racism has reared its ugly head and reports of dis- crimination against minority guests have become all too frequent. Complaints of housing providers refusing to rent based on the race, sexual orientation, religion, or other protected characteristics of prospective guests have gained widespread attention through social media and threaten to undermine the future of the concept.
Racism Knocking at the Door: The Use of Criminal Background Checks in Rental Housing
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Valerie Schneider*
One of the harshest collateral consequences of an arrest or conviction is the impact a criminal record can have on one's ability to secure housing. Because racial bias permeates every aspect of the criminal justice system as well as the housing market, this collat- eral consequence—the inability to find a place to live after an arrest or conviction—disproportionately affects minorities.
In 2016, after decades of appearing to encourage local public housing providers to adopt harsh policies barring applicants with criminal records, the Office of General Counsel for the United States Department of Housing and Urban Development ("HUD") issued guidance instructing public and private housing providers to take in to account the potentially disparate effects of such policies on racial minorities (the "HUD Guidance"). Recognizing that African Americans and Latinos are "arrested, convicted and in- carcerated at rates disproportionate to their share of the general population," HUD advised that any policy that "restricts access to housing on the basis of criminal history" may have an unlawful disparate impact based on race.
The HUD Guidance on the potentially disparate impact of the use of criminal background checks has remained in place, though it is expected to be rolled back like many other Obama-era policies; thus, the question has now become how municipalities and housing providers will interpret and give effect to the HUD Guidance. This article examines how one such municipality—the District of Columbia—has grappled with putting the HUD Guidance into effect via legislative changes.
Coordinated Action on School and Housing Integration: The Role of State Government
Megan Haberle* & Philip Tegeler**
In this essay, we assess the prospects for more coordinated government efforts to address housing and school segregation at the federal, state and local level. We conclude that multiple barriers to concerted action at the federal and local level, particularly to addressing racial and economic segregation across local boundaries, suggest a more central role for state governments than has previously been the case. State-level laws and programs can succeed as drivers of integration in a way that is distinct from either federal or local interventions, because of the state's direct control over the key policies that drive modern school and housing segregation.
Affordable Housing: Of Inefficiency, Market Distortion, and Government Failure
Michael Diamond*
In this essay, I examine the types of costs that are imposed on society as a whole due to the absence of a sufficient number of decent housing units that are affordable to the low-income population. These costs present themselves in relation to health care, education, employment, productivity, homelessness, and incarceration. Some of the costs are direct expenditures while others are the result of lost opportunities.
My hypothesis is that these costs are significant and offer, at the very least, a substantial offset to the cost of creating and subsidizing the operation of the necessary number of affordable housing units that are currently missing. I suggest a series of reasons why, in the face of this potentially inefficient outcome, the market/society does not produce the required units.
The essay is conceptual in nature, not empirical. I recognize the issues associated with the quantification of often opaque costs and with their causal relationship to the lack of affordable housing. It is clear, however, that the costs are sizable and the correlations are strong and therefore, I believe, the hypothesis requires empirical study.
Fifty Years of Fair Housing: Learning from the Past, Looking to the Future
The Hon. L. Douglas Wilder*
I think sometimes you need to wonder where we were in 1968. It wasn't just the Fair Housing Act that was passed in 1968. What happened in 1968? George Wallace was running for presi- dent. Hubert Humphrey was running for president, and Richard Nixon as well. It wasn't just the assassination of Dr. King, we al- so had the assassination of Robert Kennedy. We likewise had the Vietnam War, and America was a mess. We had something else occurring in 1968. That was the Kerner Commission Report, that Dr. Crutcher mentioned had been instrumental in the fair hous- ing bill. And they made recommendations. I happened to have been a part of that last month in Minnesota, and had great occa- sion to talk with Fred Harris, who was the last surviving member of the Kerner Commission, Senator from Oklahoma. And also, Walter Mondale and I had a long time to talk.
Fair Housing Act at Fifty
Sara Pratt*
I am a Virginian by birth; I grew up in Lynchburg, Virginia. You may be asking yourself how a civil rights advocate grew up in Lynchburg, Virginia. Living in Virginia provided formative experiences for me that brought me to a fair housing-oriented life, and career. I started out learning about civil rights in a Presbyterian youth camp, on the campus of Hampden-Sydney College. I was in high school and we were studying Will Campbell's book, Race and the Renewal of the Church . And they brought over two young black students from Prince Edward County who had never been to public schools.
Housing Supply and the Common Wealth
The Rev. Benjamin P. Campbell *
It's a powerful thing to mark the fiftieth anniversary of the Fair Housing Act of 1968, something that actually happened and has actually had an effect. I grew up in segregated Virginia, so I have a pretty powerful sense of the passage of time here. It's given us the opportunity today to review and mark human progress, to take stock of where we are and to identify the efforts and issues of our time. The victories here have changed the nation, and the task is still daunting.


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Phyton 35 is a bactericide and fungicide that provides systemic, preventative and curative activity on a broad-spectrum of bacterial and fungal diseases. Phyton 35 offers the great protection of Phyton 27 (excellent disease control, long residual, no visible residue) and is labeled for use on food crops including vegetables, fruits and herbs.
Phyton 35 is a bactericide and fungicide that provides systemic, preventative and curative activity on a broad-spectrum of bacterial and fungal diseases.


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Awarded Anticipation: DMA 2018 Awards To Artists
Ashley Jones June 18, 2018
Sasha Fishman, Spinewax installation, 2017-18, multimedia installation consisting of video projection, audio, lights, and sculptures; sculptures made of chicken wire, paper mache, resin, steel, plaster, latex, faux fur, yarn, gold chain, silicone, plastic ears, paper pulp. 19 x 12 x 11 ft.
Image courtesy the artist.
Clayton Harper, next gen 1.0 (farce edition promo), 2018, four-channel video for web, Courtesy of the artist, © Clayton Harper.
Ten Texas artists, all of whom have set themselves apart through their work in sculpture, photography, time-based media, painting, and artist books, have been awarded the Clare Hart DeGolyer Memorial Fund Award, the Otis and Velma Davis Dozier Travel Grant, and the Arch and Anne Giles Kimbrough Fund Award, collectively known as the Dallas Museum of Art Awards to Artists, which has funded over 300 artists since its original inception in 1980.
Previous recipient Francisco Moreno, the Dallas-based artist responsible for the recent Chapel installation at Erin Cluley Gallery, calls the Kimbrough Fund Award a "kickstart to my career in Dallas." He explains that receiving the award "supported production of WCD Project, a hot-rodded car used in a performance for the inaugural SOLUNA Festival" —which featured big-name acts like Grammy Award-nominated rapper Nas accompanied by members of the Dallas Symphony Orchestra, Deep Ellum favorite Cure for Paranoia—and as a part of a one-night-only show titled Array, large-scale soundscape installations by artists like Carmen Menza and Matthieu Brooks.
What Moreno has called an important benchmark that allowed him the opportunity to exhibit his work and complete large-scale projects also led to his appointment as the first artist juror in the Awards' history.
Asked what it means to have a past winner on the panel, Dr. Anna Katherine Brodbeck, Nancy and Tim Hanley Associate Curator of Contemporary Art, and curator of the Laura Owens exhibition currently on view at the DMA, spoke of the reality that there are "things an artist will always have certain clarity about… what [a project] takes, what a proper budget looks like, and if these things are feasible." It seems clear, in hindsight, perhaps obvious that there should have been an artist in place on the Awards to Artists jury all along.
Moreno says of his position as a guest judge, "I know firsthand the importance of community support for artists and am honored to be asked to serve as a juror for these grants."
Linda Post, still from Here They… Danced, 2018. Image courtesy the artist.
Recognizing exceptional talent is a unifying purpose for each award, though they go to support specific processes and types of artist. The Otis and Velma Davis Dozier Travel Grant, for instance, is awarded to an artist at least 30 years of age, and this year will fund Linda Post and Christopher Blay, artists more established and experienced than some of their counterparts in other award categories, supporting their travels across the United States and beyond. This anticipated interdisciplinary work and Blay's research-based trips are on the list of work that Dr. Brodbeck says she's most excited to see happen as a result of these awards being granted by the DMA.
In sharing her excitement over receiving the Dozier Grant, Post shares how it will allow Post to spend three months at a residency in Berlin where she will install an exhibition titled Pine; she will also develop a new project titled Hey, There. Post shared over email that "[Hey, There…] will explore my version of what Dana Ward refers to in his poem 'A Kentucky of Mothers' as 'the many-gendered mothers of my heart', by visiting sites that have a connection to intellectual and artistic influences." She goes on to say that the places she seeks "contain absence."
"It's always a combination of creativity, ambitiousness, and clarity of purpose," Brodbeck says of this year's winning artists and the judging process. Concerning the timing, she refers to the winning artists as generally being "at the cusp… or maybe there's a real breakthrough," making support particularly important.
One such breakthrough may come from awarded artist Sasha Fishman, who spoke to me about how the DeGolyer Memorial fund would change her practice, which she describes as heavily material driven and experimental. "The Clare Hart Memorial Fund will allow me to experience a new medium with which I will be able to create more sustainable works," explaining that she'll be able to do this through a ceramics mold making course at Anderson Ranch Arts Center in Aspen.
The DMA has acquired some work by grantees in the past, so Post and Blay, Fishman, Victoria Brill, Audry Travis, and Jacqueline Blanco, as well as Arch and Anne Giles Kimbrough Fund Award recipients Brooke Vega, Ashlyn Lee, Angelica Reisch, and Clayton Harper, may be among the next artists whose work lives permanently at the DMA. If so, their work would join that of former recipients like Misty Keasler, represented by the Public Trust, who recently had a book of her Haunt photo series published after its exhibition at the Modern in Fort Worth, or Robert Pruitt, whose work has been exhibited in the Museum of Fine Arts Houston and at the Whitney Biennial as well as being part of an HBO original series set design.
Noting the major impact these awards will have on the newest of emerging artists who will be receiving them this year, Dr. Brodbeck enthusiastically says, "It's really exciting to be able to help out as these younger artists are applying to their MFA programs or beginning their careers."
Ashley Jones is a Dallas-based arts writer.

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A MAN is due in court this Tuesday after he was charged in relation to a spate of burglaries which occurred in Limerick over the past fortnight.
The suspect, whose aged in his 20s, was arrested in Annacotty last evening by gardai investigating the break-ins – all of which occurred in the Castletroy area.
"Theses four burglary incidents were targeted at student accommodation areas. In some cases. the criminal was brazen enough to go into unlocked houses when people were at home," said divisional crime prevention officer, Sergeant Ber Leetch.
"I would like to remind everyone to secure all windows and doors in their home and to set your alarm, even when at home. Store your keys safely and away from windows and letterboxes. Be vigilant and if you notice anything suspicious phone your local garda station immediately. The garda website, www.garda.ie has a lots of crime prevention advice about how to keep your home more secure as well as lots of other useful tips on staying safe," she added.


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Culture Voices of UCCS
Resident medievalist teaches students with enthusiasm
October 8, 2019 Suzanne Seyfi	0 Comments culture, english, UCCS, uccs faculty and staff, uccs staff, uccs students
Suzanne Seyfi
sseyfi@uccs.edu
UCCS English professor Thomas Napierkowsi has taught at UCCS for 47 years.
After serving a term as a Fulbright scholar and earning his Ph.D., Napierkowski taught for two years in Wisconsin. He has worked at UCCS since 1973.
"It was kind of happenstance, but I have to say that this job has turned out to be basically my dream job," said Napierkowsi.
He was and continues to be UCCS' only medievalist. "I used to joke about this; I didn't have to wait for someone to retire, or someone to die, and I could kind of put together my own teaching and research program, because I was the medievalist."
Napierkowski readily acknowledges his long tenure. "I told my colleagues in a meeting in the spring, 'I am no longer the dinosaur of this department, I am now a fossil!'"
He is regarded as a dynamic teacher by his students. "I love the stuff I teach, and I think I bring to my classes a passionate enthusiasm, with which I would like to infect them. And for the most part, they are open to being infected."
Napierkowski enjoys teaching literature to students who are not majoring in English, specifically because it is a greater challenge to ignite enthusiasm in them.
He has several teaching philosophies, which he calls "Napierkowski Principles." One is to get to know his students as individuals. Another he shares on the first day of every class: "I pledge to treat you with respect, and I demand that you treat me and your fellow students with respect."
Napierkowski himself lives by the philosophy: "And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach," as written by his favorite author William Chaucer. "If you're not in that classroom sharing that gladness, then you probably shouldn't be there," he said.
Napierkowski tends to downplay his teaching prowess. Often, he will say something like "any teacher would think" or "any teacher will say," indicating that any teacher has the capability to inspire respect, admiration and yes, enthusiasm in literal generations of students.
Napierkowski is notorious for asking where students want to be in five years. When asked what his past student self might have answered, Napierkowski said, "I didn't know. I majored in English; I was a pretty good student. I majored in it pretty much because it was what I was good at, and where my heart was. What was I going to do with the English major? I wasn't sure. I thought there might be lots of possibilities."
He and his wife were encouraged to pursue graduate school, so they did. Although Napierkowski had originally thought he might go for American literature, he slowly gravitated toward medieval literature. Several mentors gently pushed him in that direction as well. "I found myself more at home and maybe more interested in medieval literature. So, I gravitated toward that somewhat by accident."
As for Napierkowski's present plan, he said, "I think in five years I'll be retired." He intends to spend more time with his children and grandchildren while continuing to write reviews and papers. "I will be able to read what I want, when I want."
The one thing he will miss after retiring is a particular sort of moment that happens only a few times each semester, when a class is truly engaged. "Not just what you're doing [as the teacher], but the students are being receptive and they're asking great questions, and when that clicks, that's a wonderful, wonderful high."
Napierkowski has a tremendous affection for UCCS students, and nontraditional students in particular. "I hope we will always keep and welcome nontraditional students." Napierkowski was a nontraditional student himself; he was a first-generation college student, was married and he worked. "The other joy of having nontraditional students is they contribute a lot."
Napierkowski remembers his early years at UCCS fondly, when the campus was three buildings at the end of a dirt road. "The only thing that brought people down that dirt road was a desire to get an education. And
there was something wonderful about that." He thinks as the university has expanded, a lot of bells and whistles have been added, which occasionally distract from the point of a university: education.
"The one thing that we probably couldn't quite keep – although we've probably done better than most – is to keep a sense of community. When I came, one would know almost everybody else on campus pretty quickly. We weren't that huge then, and not just across disciplines in LAS but across colleges," he said.
Despite a larger and more segmented university, Napierkowski has nothing but gratitude for his time here. "What a wonderful way to make a living, and what a wonderful privilege in a lot of ways, to share that joy and that enthusiasm that one has."
He summed up his UCCS experience: "It's been a great joy, and a wonderful ride."
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Image courtesy of photographer Bill Segars – 2010
Receipts courtesy of the Patrick – Russell Collection
Pelham Cotton Mills Ruins
City Directories and History: The ruins of the old Pelham Textile Mill.
The archaeological significance of the site of the twentieth century Pelham Mills factory and its nineteenth century precedents is that this resource embodies physical evidence of the birth and growth of the piedmont textile industry, which has been one of the major shapers of South Carolina's present economic, social, demographic, and landscape character. The ruins of Pelham Textile Mills and its precedents are the remnants of a cotton factory which operated under several different owners from 1820 to 1935 on the Enoree River. The ruins describe a complex series of stone and brick foundations which span a floodplain, rock shoals, and terrace overlooking the river.
In addition to the foundations, which are both free-standing and incorporated into local land forms, the site includes the bases of two steam smokestacks and a number of ditches and depressions associated originally with underground pipes, drains, and turbines at the cotton factory; nine brick pilings which supported the water turbine-driven shaft(s) that powered the mill's spinning machinery; the foundation enclosed turbine area and corner wall of the mill's main powerhouse; a large, cement slab floor and vat associated with the mill's main steam generator; a large mortared stone dam with six sluice gates, spanning the Enoree River; and a channelized stream with stone-reinforced sides. Listed in the National Register November 19, 1987. (Courtesy of the SC Dept. of Archives and History)
PELHAM MILL GALLERY – Images by photographer Bill Segars
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The Slosh Pit - FS, C
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The death of tumblr and the move to discord has brought me closer to the vore/tf community and also prompted me to start writing again. I think I've improved a little since the last time I posted. I hope you enjoy!
You had found a small card pushed under your door a few days ago. It was black and read, "The Slosh Pit, A New Club Experience for Gay Men," in white on one side and had the address on the reverse. Small print in the corner of the card said it was a requirement to get in. You thought the name of the club might be a pun, a combination of getting sloshed and a mosh pit. It sounded fun. You had been waiting all week for a night out and now it was Saturday and you were in line at what otherwise just looked like another old warehouse downtown. You get to the front of the line and are greeted by a small, twinkish sort of guy; cute, but hardly what you'd call a bouncer."Card please," he chirps at you, grinning.You hand him your card and he runs a black light over it, you think he's probably checking for fake invites. He smiles at you again."Would you be interested in purchasing a VIP pass for this visit?""No thanks," you reply, "this is my first time to the club, maybe next time." If anything, his smile gets wider, and you're kind of creeped out, you're ready to get into the club and start partying. "Are you interested in having the full Slosh Pit experience? To help our patrons really get into the Slosh Pit party spirit we pump a proprietary blend of legal psychoactives throughout the club using a fog machine." You look back at him unsure and he continues. "It's no problem if you don't want to participate in that particular club practice. You can still enjoy the entirety of the club's facilities by using this." He pulls a small tube of what appears to be chapstick from an alcove in the wall behind him. "Just apply this around your nostrils before the fog machine starts and it will neutralize the psychoactives." You pop off the cap and apply a generous layer around your nose. The sharp smell wintergreen hits you for a few seconds before receding into the background. "Thanks," you say as you return his smile. He unhooks the velvet rope and you start to walk into the club, but as soon as you walk past him, the twinky bouncer swats you playfully on the butt and laughs as you move a little faster. You walk down a long black hallway before you get into the club proper, a single large room with an open floor plan and seating around the edges. A local radio station is playing over the PA as you look around. One wall has a bar area and you notice a balcony going all the way around the room, but don't see a way to get up there. You slowly saunter towards the bar to get a drink, taking in all the other club goers as you do. There's a wide variety of guys in the club already: twinks, otters, bears, jocks, daddies, and more body types you didn't know the names for. You pull up to the bar and catch the bartender's eye. The bartender is well built, you can see his muscles rippling under his tight button up shirt and slacks as he makes his way down the bar towards you. He had a close-cropped beard, rugged, but still clean. He leans over the bar towards you and growls, "what can I get you?" The smell of wintergreen washes over you again and then dissipates. His eyes take you in as you order. "I'd like an old fashioned, please." He flashes a smile at you as he turns to make your drink. In no time at all your cocktail is in your hand. You make a move to reach for your wallet, but the bartender holds his hand up. "Drinks are free on your first visit." "Thanks," you reply, "but how did you know it's my first visit?" The bartender points up to a row of lights set in a line directly over the bar and the gestures at your hands. "If you were a return customer, you'd have a stamp." He points out another patron further down the bar and you can just see a stamp on the back of their hand that reads 'VIP' glowing a faint green under what you now realize is a strip of black lights. He leans across the bar towards you again and with him comes a brief whiff of wintergreen. "You've got about 20 minutes to get your drinks in. All of tonight's guests have arrived and the show will start soon. We don't allow any glass out on the floor during the show, it can get kind of wild and we don't want anyone getting hurt." You're about to ask what kind of show it is when you hear a dull thud from behind you and turn to see what caused it. The twinky bouncer is locking the large rolling door that you walked through to get into the main room of the club. You turn back to the bartender about to ask about the door, but he's already anticipated your question. "Another safety measure. We don't want any club patrons wandering out into the streets while still under the effects of any psychoactives once the show starts." Before you can ask any other questions, the bartender winks at you and moves away to help another thirsty customer. You turn away from the bar and face the room at large again. There's a column at the the center of the room, maybe chest high at the most. It looks like it has some sort of panels on the sides. You're wondering what it is when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, but your not face-to-face with the guy trying to get your attention, you're face-to-chest. You direct your gaze upwards, past the beefy pecs straining the red shirt, and into the eyes of the body builder towering above you. You can feel his body heat roiling off his chest in waves. Again, the smell of wintergreen. "Hi," he says, "I'm Dave. Do you want to go get to know each other a little better?" Dave gestures to one of the empty tables near a corner of the room. You can't stop yourself, you're already envisioning what it would be like to take Dave home with you, to have him lay back while you ride him. You're very vividly picturing how wild and sweaty you'll both get when you come back to reality. Flushing with excitement and then embarrassment, you realize that you haven't given Dave an answer yet. "Ye-es, you choke out, "I'd love to." He grins down at you and then moves off towards one of the tables. You follow in his wake, downing your drink to help steady your nerves. He sits down at a table and you move to sit across from him, but he pulls your chair around so that you are now seated next to him. "Is this your first time here," asks Dave."Yeah.""Did you get the VIP package?""No, I wasn't sure what that was, I can always get it next time.""Aww, that's a shame, a cute little guy like you should have got the VIP package. Tell you what, you wanna make out? It might make up for not getting the VIP treatment, at least for a little while." You hesitate, but then remind yourself you're here to relax and have fun."Sure." Dave leans down towards you and you close your eyes, but instead of feeling his lips meeting your lips, you feel his arms wrapping around you, one under your legs and the other behind your back. You open your eyes, surprised, as Dave lifts you and sits you on his lap. He chuckles at you as he places a finger under your chin and tilts your head back, leaning down to kiss you. You close your eyes again and give in to the kiss. Dave's embrace is incredibly warm, his lap and arms and the kiss quickly raising your own body temp. Apparently you're not the only one who feels that the kiss is hot because you feel something stirring in the lap beneath you. You get so into making out that you lose track of time and before you know it you hear an announcement crackling over the PA. "Attention Slosh Pit patrons! It is time for tonight's show, the reason that you're all here tonight! Please down your drinks now and return all glassware to the bar. Ready or not, in a few moments we're going to begin!"Dave kisses you deeply one last time before lifting you up and placing you back in your chair. You're feeling kind of dazed from the heavy makeout session. He grabs your empty glass and gets up. "I'll take this back for you," he chuckles. As Dave moves past you, he comes very close and ruffles your hair, his crotch pressing into your shoulder. You feel the electric heat of his heavy cock through his pants, it feels like it runs from your shoulder all the way down to your elbow. He rolls his hips, grinding into you a little bit. The warmth brings another hint of wintergreen, but you're feeling too horny to question it. You smile up at him, your mouth suddenly dry as your face blooms into a full blush. "Thanks," you mumble. Dave laughs and ruffles your hair again before moving off towards the bar. You breathe deep, trying to cool off and catch your breath. You're just starting to feel like you've calmed down when the lighting changes. The main lights are slowly dimmed and you can tell that black lights have been turned on because random things around you have started to fluoresce. What surprises you is the Jackson Pollock like quality of the fluorescent stains on the walls and floor. There are glowing splatters everywhere, it looks like on of those crime scenes on a cheesy tv show.
You get up from your chair and glance towards the bar, looking for Dave. You don't see him, but you notice that a rolling metal safety grate now blocks off the bar from the rest of the room. You start to make your way towards the bar anyway in the hopes of finding Dave again. Halfway across the room, you hear a slight hissing coming from above you and you see that the fog machines have started. The PA switches off from the local radio station and shifts to party beat with a booming bass line. The fog starts to descend from the ceiling and you can see it start to take effect. All around you guys start pressing and grinding into each other, clothes start flying off, at first towards the chairs and tables but then off into seemingly random directions. You're not sure you're up for this, you came out for a night of drinks and to maybe bring someone home if you were lucky. What you weren't expecting was a full on orgy.
The smell of wintergreen hits hard as the fog falls heavy around you. You don't have time to think too much about it before a pair of hands slides across your shoulders from behind. You turn around and find a cute guy close to your height staring back at you, his eyes glazed with whatever is being pumped through the room. He's naked except for a pair of tight-fitting briefs that are shining neon in the blacklit room. He leans forward, his arms now wrapping around you to bring you in for a kiss. You try to resist, but he looks stronger than you first realized. As your lips meet, you watch his eyes go wide and he pulls away from you."Ugh," he moans, rubbing his nose furiously. "You're wearing pheroblock? Why would you do that? Half the fun at these things is losing yourself and letting go!" He grabs your hands and flips them over to check the backs. "No VIP stamp either, huh? Well, I hope you know what you're doing." He storms off before you can say anything.
You're about to head off to the edge of the room and sit this out, but you can't see the walls anymore, you can barely even see your feet. The fog is thick all around you, and the room is mostly dark but for the eerie glow of black light fluorescence. You can still dimly make out people around you, it looks like you're in the middle of a press of bodies. You suddenly feel a pair of brawny arms come around your waist from behind. You try to turn, but the arms hold you in place as the hands find your the top button of your jeans and pops it open. Another guy, eyes glazed, comes up to you from the front, his hands sliding under you shirt and along your chest as he leers at you. You feel the guy behind you grind into your butt as he starts to lower your pants. Remembering what the first guy said to you about the pheroblock, you quickly reach into your pocket and grab for the small tube you got from the bouncer. Maybe with the blocker you can fight off these lustful zombies and get to a corner of the room and wait this out, but, to your dismay, you can't find the tube. You can't feel it in either of your pockets before the guy behind you pulls your pants down and the guy in front of you pulls your shirt off over your head. Your shirt disappears as it sails out into the fog and into the crowd.
Your pants are wrapped around your ankles as the two guys start running their hands up and down your body. You're not sure what to do, even if you could get away from these guys, you can't see far enough through the fog to get very far. You decide to go ahead and take your pants off so you're not hindered if you do decide to try and make a move. You toe your shoes off, kicking them away from you, and then kick off your pants. The whole time you're doing this, the two guys never stop rubbing your body. All around you are the sounds of grunting and moans, heavy panting and flesh-on-flesh. You're about to say something, try to reason with the guys even though they both are staring at you with glassy-eyed lust, when you hear a randy cheer go up all around you. You hear thuds and splatting noises all around you as something falls from above, and then something lands on you.
You feel a warm, sticky wetness covering your whole shoulder, you look down to see a viscous liquid sliding down your chest, and you can feel it creeping down your back as well. The smell of wintergreen is overpowering, the pheroblock is starting to give you a headache right between the eyes. The liquid continues to slide down your body, softly glowing an ethereal blue as it begins to soak into your underwear. You hear a rumbling followed by a rattling from the center of the room. The paneled pillar you noticed before has started spitting out activated glowsticks. The guys closest to the column start grabbing handfuls of glowsticks and start tossing them to people further out in the room. One of the guys close to you snags one out of the air, it looks like it's on a string. He flashes you a dopey grin, his teeth bright under the blacklight, and slides the glowstick necklace over your head. Up above, you can hear big fans starting up and feel the air moving as the fog starts to clear up enough for you to see the rest of the room. The two guys who were feeling you up have become entranced with each other, seemingly excited by the glowsticks and drawing patterns on each other using the glowing liquid. You look around, trying to place the source of the strange liquid, but it seems to be covering everything. You remember the stains you saw all over the walls and floor before the fog machine started and you look up to the balcony. You gasp in shock at what you see. All around the room, above everyone else, are naked men, but the disturbing thing is the size of their dicks. Each man on the balcony has a dick at least as big as he is, each one throbbing above a massive pair of balls. As you're watching, one of them runs his hands up and down the head of his cock, focusing on rolling the foreskin back and playing with the ridge. It only takes a few moments before he roars in pleasure as he's cumming, massive volleys arching in the air before gravity pulls them down to coat the partiers below.
You look up to the balcony again, something seemed familiar about a few of the men. You figure it out at last. You recognize the bouncer, his twinky body almost completely hidden behind his massive cock, further down is Dave, his heavy cock resting on the railing, dripping glowing cum into waiting mouths below. Turning around you spy the bartender. He's slowly petting his dick with one hand, in the other he has a drink. Catching your eye, he winks at you, lifting his glass in a mock toast before downing the rest of his drink. He places the glass on a small table next to him before bringing both hands down to start stroking. More cheers go up as another volley of cum launches into the crowd.
You're starting to wonder just what the hell is going on. The blocker was supposed to protect you from any psychoactives, but it's clearly not working because surely all those giant dicks can't be real. The only thing you can smell now is the wintergreen, sharp and clear. You think back to when you smelled it before; at the door with the bouncer, when the bartender took your order, when you made out with Dave, when the fog arrived, and now, strongest of all, when you're covered in cum.
You finally make the connection, the pheroblocker isn't protecting you from psychoactives, it's blocking all the pheromones around you! All of the guys around you are lusting out on the musk from the men on the balcony. But if you're not high, that means you're not hallucinating, and if you're not hallucinating, that means those giant cocks are real. Your mouth goes dry again as you look around for a way out, but there isn't any. The bartender said it was for the safety of the club-goers, but you're starting to have your doubts. A muscle bear comes up to you and looks you hard in the eyes. He looks high, but still a little bit in control. "Applied too much blocker," he growls, "didn't ya? Rookie mistake. You want just enough that you're aware of what's going on, but not so much that you can't cut loose and enjoy it. Here, let me help ya, dosing is always tricky." With that he leans forward placing one hand on your dry shoulder to steady himself while scraping a large dollop of cum off your chest with his hand. You look at him confused."Hold still now," he grunts, "this might sting a bit.""Wha-," you start to say, but the man has covered your whole face with his hand. You try to pull away, but his hand tightens on you shoulder. Your mouth is full of the cum and you want to breathe, you can feel some of it going past your nostrils. "Past the pheroblock," you think to yourself. Suddenly you're feeling a lot more relaxed, the muscle bear let's go of your shoulder as you swallow your mouthful of cum. You can't really smell the wintergreen any more, there's this wonderful, delightful muskiness filling your nose and washing over your brain. Dimly, you know you should be concerned about something, but you can't remember what. Your headache seems to have disappeared, maybe that's what you were worried about, your headache. You're really horny now, and it looks like there's an orgy going on all around you. The muscle bear leans forward and looks into your eyes with approval. "That's better," he says, "are you ready for some fun?" You nod mutely, swallowing again to get the thick cum to clear your throat. He grins at you as he reaches down and rips your cum-soaked underwear off. He stands back up and grabs the back of your head, guiding your face into his pit. You breathe deep, the warm, manly smell permeating your brain as you get more and more turned on. You're hard, harder than you've ever been in your life as the muscle bear moves your head to his other pit for you worship. Your hand rubs through his furry chest, trailing down until you wrap your hand around his hard cock. You can remember wanting Dave to fuck you, to ride his dick all night long, but you don't think it would fit inside you now. It's not something that bothers you, it's just a fact that flashes across your mind. You can't see what your hand has wrapped around because your face is still buried in the bear's pit, but you definitely think it will fit. It might stretch you wider than any other dick you've ever taken, but you think it will fit. The bear let's you pull back from his pit, he applies gentle pressure to your shoulders and you take the hint, sinking slowly to your knees. You find yourself in front of a fat, veiny cock, the head already leaking precum. The bear grabs the back of your head and rubs your face into his heavy ballsack. You can feel both balls rolling all over your face as he grinds into you. You're breathing deep from his musk when he pulls you back just far enough to guide his glistening cockhead into your mouth. You suck on it, the delicious, musky flavor spreading out onto your tongue. He gives you a few moments to get it wet before sliding further into your mouth. He repeats this process over and over again until he's pressing at the entrance to your throat. He chuckles down at you, "I hope you're ready." You look up at him, your mouth filled completely with his dick, and you look into his eyes, just visible over his muscle gut. He grips your head tighter and pushes into your throat. You start to gag, and he moans as he feels your throat constrict around his dick. He keeps going until he's balls deep down your throat, your nose buried in his scratchy pubes, his warm and heavy sack resting on your chin. He pulls back, slowly, let's you get a breath, and then slides back in. He does this over and and over and before you know it, he's facefucking you. You've tuned out the rest of the club, the rest of the world, all that matters is the pleasure between this man and you. All too soon he pulls out of your mouth, and you look up at him, whimpering. He laughs before sitting down on the floor in front of you and pushing you back down on his dick. His hand reaches around to collect some of the cooling cum off your back before he spreads your cheeks and begins to finger you. You yelp around his dick, more from the feeling of the cool cum entering your hole than his actual finger. He slowly works more cum into you, and more and more of his thick finger. You've worked out a good rhythm and you're in the middle of deep throating his dick when he pulls you off. You're not too disappointed because you think this means he's about to fuck you, but you hear a message over the PA that you apparently missed the first time. "...repeat, round one has ended, please reload for round two." Your muscle bear grins down at you, looking at the strand of saliva running from your mouth to his dick. He starts to get up and pulls you with him. "C'mon, bud," he growls, "you heard the announcement. It's time to reload, and since you don't have a VIP stamp, that means you."You're confused by what he's saying, but you're concerned that you're not going to get that fat cock in your ass than anything else. You reach down and grab his dick which is still slick with your spit and look him in the eyes. "Please?" He laughs as he chucks you under the chin. "Don't worry, he says, "I'm still going to fuck that tight little ass of yours." You hear a low rumble and look to the walls of the room. All of the men on the balcony are slowly being brought to ground level, the parts of the balcony they were standing on revealed to be separate motorized platforms. Your muscle bear starts leading you towards the nearest man who just so happens to be Dave. Dave smiles at you as you get near and you just grin back, slightly confused but still incredibly, unbelievably horny. "Hello again," says Dave, "I was hoping I'd get to be the one to take you." The bear has reached down to get some precum from Dave's massive cockhead which he then proceeds to smear over your hair. He places his hands on your shoulders, and you sink to your knees thinking he wants you to suck him again. He grabs a handful of your hair. "Take a deep breath," he advises, before shoving your face into Dave's waiting cockslit. You gasp, your face completely coated in warm, salty precum. You lick your lips, but you feel the fleshy walls drip more onto you. You try to back out, but you can feel the bear behind you, keeping you from pulling your head out. You feel his fat cockhead pressing it's way into your ass, it seems like he's going to fuck you after all. As he works his dick deeper and deeper into you, you moan into the cockflesh that surrounds you. The muscle bear's dick is buried all the way inside you and he begins fucking you in earnest. You can feel his balls slapping into you with every thrust. It takes a few moments for you to realize that every thrust is also sending you deeper into Dave's hungry cock. Your shoulders are now being gripped and pulled in, a few moments more and it's your chest, then your stomach. The bear grabs your legs and spreads them further apart, your progress into Dave halted as the bear continues to fuck you mercilessly. It feels incredible, and you just keep moaning and swallowing pre, the smell of the musk making you crave this animalistic sex.
Finally, after several minutes, you feel the muscle bear thrust as deep into your ass as he possibly can, and you feel him shooting deep within you, a warmth spreading out into your guts. All too soon you feel him pulling out, and as he exits your ass he begins to bring your legs together and starts to push. You feel yourself slipping deeper into Dave's cock maw, the slick warmth crawling up over your freshly-fucked ass, you thighs, your knees, your calves, your feet, and finally over your wiggling toes. You slide down faster now that you are fully in Dave's dick. You suddenly find yourself landing in a tight space filled with a few inches of cum. You realize you can see, you forgot about the glowstick hanging from your neck. Looking up, you can see Dave's balls hanging just above you, they both look the same size as your head. Your dick is still rock hard and you wonder what is going to happen next.
Suddenly the sack draws closer to you, hands pressing in from the outside, rubbing and squeezing the parts of you they can reach. You hear Dave moaning above you as his sack is massaged with you inside. You're still so horny, you think you should be concerned with what's going on, but that's a very small voice under all the lust you're feeling. You start to dip your hands down into the cum and eat it. It tastes sweet and salty, perfectly creamy, the best load you've ever tasted. The hands continue to press into you from the outside, it feels like they are getting more urgent.
Looking up, you see Dave's testicles beginning to come down towards you, one brushes the top of your head and slides down onto your thigh, the other lands on your shoulder and and rolls down your back. You notice that where they touch you feels numb. They rise back above you and the hands continue to massage you. You lean back, your slippery hand finding its way to your own dick, and you start to jack off. The balls hanging above you are now the size of watermelons, and the cum level in the sack has risen, your own balls are bouncing in and out of the cum with every stroke, small ripples and splatters as you get closer and closer to getting off. You cum, hard, and you can feel your own load hit you in the face. You moan, more of a gurgle, and look at the cum surrounding you. You think you finally understand what The Slosh Pit is. It isn't a pun about getting drunk, it's what you're sitting in, it's this sack, sloshing around, as the hands from the outside continue to move you around, this is a Slosh Pit. You watch Dave's balls come back down and slide across your body again. Looking down, you can see that you seem to be turning whitish, that the color is draining from you. A hand presses into your chest and another grips your leg and both leave prints. You hear a drunken sounding cheer from outside and realize it's for you. You're turning into cum, you're going to fuel this party, help it keep going. You smile, your lips running together as you slip beneath the tide of jizz around you.
It's hard to think, but you are still aware, your musky mind like a cloud connecting all the parts that used to be you. You feel a rumble under you, probably the platform taking Dave back to the balcony so he can shoot you all over the room. You think that maybe if Dave left you in his nuts a little longer he'd finish breaking you down, that your mind would fade away, your last thoughts being about nothing more than cum and musk and lust. But Dave doesn't have time to wait, for all intents and purposes, you are cum, and no-one can tell the difference between cum that's experiencing consciousness and cum that isn't. You feel Dave start to jack off, his massive sack swaying in time to his strokes. It seems like no time at all before you feel yourself being collected by his nuts, drawn into his shaft, and fired over all the walls and floor and horny people down below. They cheer for you, your cummified body glowing softly under the blacklights. You can feel everything, the mouths you're landing in, the skin you're absorbing into, every single stroke as someone uses you for lube, the chill from the floor and the walls. It's too much for you, all this separate and disparate sensory information coming in. You sigh, or do what feels like a sigh to you as one last electric shock of pleasure shoots through you, and your mind finally fades away. You're not you anymore, you're just a cumstain waiting to happen.
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Re: The Slosh Pit - FS, C
Wow--what an intense and hot story. Really well written!
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Dude this was INSANELY hot. I love all the foreshadowing, and especially the steady digestion and ejaculation. I'm glad the main character stayed conscious long enough to be jizzed all over the crowd and the floors, uunnffff...
So fun and hot. Personally i could see a part 2 where somehow the prey can reform in order to enjoy more and more.
eat me or i eat you! but be kind always
Love the detail and build up! and ooooh~that pit worship <3
Was actually rooting for the bear to be the one that took him lol
Is there a way to edit a post? I've got just a couple of things I missed when I proofread.
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Q: How do I limit new users from accessing the GUI application Existing setups has Login's are connected to Active directory where new user's are  created.
My task is to limit the new users from accessing the apps.
I would like to seclude them to use predefined apps I need them to use
(for eg: firefox,chrome,other app).
Is there any application that I could manage or any other way I could acheive this.
Any help would be much appreciated.
I am using Ubuntu 18 for now, but I am not restricted to use only ubuntu versions or other linux flavours. If the solution is available for centos, I am ready to migrate.
This is new project, so I have no fear of breaking setup or things.

A: On Linux systems, you can control the permissions of the binary that opens the GUI application directly. Let's say I want to restrict users to access Firefox on Ubuntu... If I type the command:
$ whereis firefox
firefox: /usr/bin/firefox /usr/lib/firefox /etc/firefox /usr/share/man/man1/firefox.1.gz

Its binary file is located on /usr/bin/firefox and we can see its permissions with ls - lh:
$ ls -lh /usr/bin/firefox
lrwxrwxrwx 1 root root 25 out 31 05:44 /usr/bin/firefox -> ../lib/firefox/firefox.sh

Here we see that its permission is rwxrwxrwx. That means rwx for the user root, rwx for the group root and rwx for other users. As r stands for reading permission, w stands for writing permission and x stands for executing permission.
In this example, you should create a specific group to manage it and give execution and write permissions on its binary file. You can do it as following:
sudo addgroup newgroup
sudo addgroup myusernamea newgroup
sudo addgroup myusernameb newgroup
sudo addgroup myusernamec newgroup
sudo chmod 750 /usr/bin/firefox
sudo chown root:newgroup /usr/bin/firefox

Basically, I've created a new group called newgroup, added the users that I want to this group, taken out the "other users" permissions with chmod 750 and finally made my Firefox file accessible for the group newgroup.

A: You can use selinux/apparmor profiles to limit access for certain groups to ONLY the applications they need.
The advantage of doing it this way is that users will be restricted to only what you allow.
The creation of those can be particularly complex, so depending on how tightly you need to lock things down, you may not need to go this far.
For example https://serverfault.com/a/993498/2101 is probably a good first step, but be sure to implement other methods in parallel (e.g. mounting /home as noexec so users can't run their own applications out of there) for increased security.

A: Using SSSD with AD as its identity provider, you can use the Active Directory user groups and users as Linux groups and users. See here (Ubuntu) and here (RHEL)
Once this is done, you can restrict access to a specific executable to a certain system group as explained in this answer.
Just make sure that old users are in the AD group and new users are not added automatically to it.

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Q: Jquery get element value and then set it into chart js here is my input field that can add with users (it is repetitive fields), and my chart that created with chart.js
I want to show user input value in chart.
user fill the input element.
I want to replace dynamically user input value with chart column after click on a simple button.
here is my code:

anychart.onDocumentLoad(function() {
  var chart = anychart.column([
    ["Winter", 2],
    ["Spring", 7],
    ["Summer", 6],
    ["Fall", 10]
  ]);
  // set chart title
  chart.title("chart title");
  // set chart container and draw
  chart.container("container").draw();
});

<link href="https://cdn.anychart.com/css/latest/anychart-ui.css" rel="stylesheet"/>

                <input type="text" value="99">

                <input type="text" value="67">

                <input type="text" value="45">

                <input type="text" value="87">

A: you have to

*

*use anychart.data.set()

*convert array to object key value using dataSet.mapAs()

*add input event to the input element

*and to update .set(index, [object key name], newValue)

anychart.onDocumentLoad(function() {
  var dataSet = anychart.data.set([
    ["Winter", 2],
    ["Spring", 7],
    ["Summer", 6],
    ["Fall", 10]
  ]);
  var chart = anychart.column();
  // set chart title
  chart.title("chart title");
  // set data
  var column = chart.column(dataSet);
  var view = dataSet.mapAs({
    key: 0,
    value: 1
  });

  // set chart container and draw
  chart.container("container").draw();

  // update on input
  $('.example input').each(function(index, item) {
    $(item).on('input', function() {
      console.log(view.get(index, 'key'), item.value)
      view.set(index, 'value', item.value)
    })
  })
});

<link href="https://cdn.anychart.com/css/latest/anychart-ui.css" rel="stylesheet" />

        <input type="text" value="2">

        <input type="text" value="7">

        <input type="text" value="6">

        <input type="text" value="10">


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Introduction To Iwc Portofino Chronograph
Portofino CHRONOGRAPH chronograph
In 2007, IWC launched the first chronograph watch. Although it is a chronograph, it still adheres to Portofino's consistent low-key and restrained style. The hundreds of thousands of standards newly launched on SIHH in 2011 are more balanced in design and the lines are more solid and restrained. Accompanied by the smooth lugs are horn-shaped timing buttons.
The accumulative chronograph display is designed in a vertical arrangement, with a 30-minute lap at 12 o'clock, a 12-hour lap at 6 o'clock, a small seconds dial at 9 o'clock, and a date and day display at 3 o'clock. Equipped with 79320 self-winding movement, 44-hour power reserve, 30 meters waterproof. The dial is available in silver or black. In addition to the classic crocodile leather strap, there is also a Milanese mesh bracelet.
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Vicente López Tovar (Madrid, 1909 - Tolosa de Llenguadoc, 1998) va ser un militar, polític i guerriller antifranquista. Va participar activament en la Guerra Civil espanyola i més tard en la Segona Guerra Mundial, destacant-se en la resistència anti-nazi.

Primers anys
Fill d'una dama de la burgesia de Burgos i d'un senyor de Manises, en la seva infància i joventut va viure successivament a l'Argentina (on va morir el seu pare), València, Madrid i Barcelona, on es va formar i va treballar com a fotògraf. En 1932 va desertar del servei militar, encara que finalment va aprendre instrucció a Montjuïc. Va viatjar a Madrid de nou i en horari no laboral emprava el temps lliure a vendre el periòdic Mundo Obrero, activitat que li va suposar ser atacat i ferit per falangistes al febrer de 1936. Al juliol del mateix any va ser un dels participants en l'assalt al centre principal de la revolta que va donar origen a la Guerra Civil a Madrid, l'assalt al Cuartel de la Montaña.

Guerra Civil espanyola
Membre del Partit Comunista (PCE) des de les eleccions generals de 1936 que van donar el triomf al Front Popular. Durant la Guerra Civil es va formar en el Cinquè Regiment de l'Exèrcit Popular Republicà. Va ser successivament tinent i capità de la 2a Companyia del Batalló Thaelman, lluitant com a comandant del Batalló de Ferro en el setge a l'Alcàsser de Toledo contra Moscardó, i a Guadarrama, Navacerrada i Somosierra. Ferit per un impacte d'obús ja en el front de l'Ebre, una vegada recuperat va comandar el 4º Batalló de la 18a Brigada Mixta, posteriorment la 42a Divisió i va estar al comandament de la 46a Divisió des de principis d'octubre de 1938 fins al 17 de gener de 1939 (substituint a El Camperol) amb la qual va participar en la Batalla de l'Ebre i, més tard, en la Retirada de Catalunya, fins a ser rellevat per Rodolfo Bosch Pearson, major de Milícies.

Entre el 9 i 10 de febrer de 1939 es va veure obligat a passar els Pirineus, en companyia del general Modest, però vuit dies més tard va tornar a Espanya sota les ordres de Juan Negrín. Es va unir a la 53a Brigada Mixta per apuntalar la resistència de Madrid en oposició al lliurament de la ciutat sense resistència.

Segona Guerra mundial
Acabada la guerra, va tornar a França el 7 de març de 1939 on va ser pensionat amb 1 000 francs pel SERE durant un temps. Exiliat en aquest país es va establir a Gaillac, va contactar amb el diputat del PCF Gabriel Péri i amb Marcel Clouet, i va treballar com a fotògraf fins a fugir després de ser avisat per Maurice Espitallier de l'ocupació nazi de Tolosa de Llenguadoc al novembre de 1942 i estar en cerca per part de la Gestapo.

Emboscat prop de Foix, va participar sota el nom de Fernand en la creació d'una empresa de carbó de llenya com a tapadora per a la concentració i ensinistrament de guerrillers. Més tard va fundar la 3a Brigada de Guerrillers Espanyols que es va integrar a la *Main de Oeuvre Immigrée (MOI) (Mà d'Obra Immigrant), organització del Partit Comunista Francès que enquadrava el maqui estranger després de l'ocupació nazi de França.

Durant la Segona Guerra Mundial va aconseguir el grau de coronel (conegut com a Coronel Albert), cap de la XV Divisió de l'Agrupació de Guerrillers Espanyols i comandant de les sis Brigades de la 4a Divisió de la AGE. A partir de 1944 es va distingir en diversos actes amb la Resistència francesa entre els quals destaquen el sabotatges del tràfic ferroviari de la Dordonya, Lot i Corresa, l'incendi de la destil·leria «Got» i diverses emboscades als soldats alemanys a Senac o Chavenet entre molts. Va mantenir contactes amb l'Estat Major gaullista a Londres gràcies a André Malraux, àlies Coronel Berger.

Desmobilitzat el 31 de març de 1945, va ser nomenat cavaller de la Legió d'Honor pel Govern francès presidit per Georges Bidault, així com va ser guardonat amb la Creu de Guerra i la Medalla de la Resistència.

Invasió de la Vall d'Aran

Degut al seu prestigi, l'octubre de 1944 fou encarregat de dirigir la invasió de la Vall d'Aran amb la creació de la Divisió 204a, formada per 12 brigades. L'expedició fou un fracàs i el 25 d'octubre de 1944 ordenà tornar a França. La direcció del PCE va culpar del fracàs a ell i a Jesús Monzón. Per aquest motiu fou marginat del partit.

Guerrilla i exili
Entre 1945 i 1947 es va dedicar a formar guerrillers sota les ordres de dirigents del PCE en una escola creada a la Muntanya de Cagire, a Jusèth d'Aisaut, zona francesa molt propera a la Vall d'Aran. Entre 1946 i 1948 va ser cofundador de l'Hospital Varsòvia a Tolosa de Llenguadoc i va malviure a la ciutat com a supervisor del Enterprise Forestier i com a fotògraf per carrers i fires però va ser especialment popular pel seu treball en noces. Després de viure en diverses poblacions franceses com Levinhac, Lesat o Mondonvila, al setembre de 1950 va sofrir la persecució a que es van veure sotmesos 196 excomandants dels GE acusats de presumptes quintacolumnistes.

En 1963, juntament amb els ex militars republicans Juan Perea Capulino i José del Barri Navarro, va fundar un nou moviment republicà anomenat Moviment per la III República a l'Algèria independent, figurant com a vicepresident de l'Estat Major Central en el Consell de Govern. Uns anys més tard, a 1971, va impulsar un amical amb el suport, entre d'altres, de l'antic brigadista Ilario Plinio o Antonio Cervera, associació destinada a restaurar el camp d'internament de Vernet d'Arièja totalment abandonat després de finalitzar la guerra i en el qual es troben enterrats 95 brigadistes i 58 espanyols.

Fins a la mort de Franco no va poder tornar a Espanya però, després d'algun viatge i la decepció per no proclamar-se al país la III República, va acabar instal·lant-se definitivament a la ciutat francesa de Tolosa de Llenguadoc, on en 1976 fundà l'Associació d'Antics Combatents de la República Espanyola, l'Associació d'Antics Guerrillers Espanyols i, en 1984, va ser elegit president d'honor al costat d'Aniceto Martínez de la AAFTP 4 Règim Soleil.

Té un carrer dedicat a Tolosa de Llenguadoc.

Bibliografia
 LÓPEZ TOVAR, Vicente: Biografía de Vicente López Tovar, coronel de los guerrilleros españoles en Francia. Manuscrit inèdit, mecanografiat, Tolosa, 1986,
 Engel Masoliver, Carlos (2005) Historia de las Brigadas Mixtas del Ejército Popular de la República, 1936-1939 Almena Ediciones
 Pons Prades (1976) Españoles en los maquis Eds. Y Distribuciones
 Sánchez Agustí, Ferran (2005) Maquis a Catalunya Lleida: Pagès Editors, S.L.

Referències

Militars madrilenys
Guerrillers maquis
Exiliats del franquisme a França
Morts a Tolosa de Llenguadoc
Activistes madrilenys
Exiliats del franquisme madrilenys
Polítics madrilenys


text:
package main

import (
	"encoding/json"
	"errors"
	"fmt"
	"io/ioutil"
	"log"
	"net/url"
	"os"
	"strconv"
	"strings"
	"time"
	"unicode"
	"github.com/jinzhu/gorm"
	_ "github.com/lib/pq"

	"github.com/bitly/go-nsq"
	"github.com/codegangsta/cli"
	"github.com/xlab/smscloud/googl"
	"github.com/xlab/smscloud/misc"
	"github.com/xlab/smscloud/wikipedia"
	"github.com/xlab/smscloud/wolfram"
	"github.com/xlab/smsru"
)

const (
	pubTopic   = "notifications"
	subTopic   = "messages"
	subChannel = "sc_server"
)

const (
	latinSize = 306
	cyrSize   = 134
	urlLen    = 21
)

const (
	reqPending int8 = iota
	reqDone
	reqError
)

const approxSmsCost = 0.70
const originCountry = "Russia"
const wolframUserURI = "http://www.wolframalpha.com/input/"

var supportedServices = map[string]bool{
	"wolfram":   true,
	"wikipedia": true,
}

var app = cli.NewApp()

var (
	nsqLog = log.New(os.Stderr, "sc-server: ", log.LstdFlags)
	dbLog  = log.New(os.Stderr, "sc-server: ", 0)
)

func init() {
	log.SetPrefix("sc-server: ")
	log.SetFlags(log.Lshortfile)
	app.Name = "sc-server"
	app.Usage = "implements service requests and SMS handling"
	app.Version = "0.1"
	app.Flags = []cli.Flag{
		cli.StringFlag{
			Name:  "n,nsqd",
			Usage: "an nsqd server address",
		},
		cli.StringFlag{
			Name:  "d,db-cfg",
			Value: "database.json",
			Usage: "a database config file",
		},
		cli.StringFlag{
			Name:  "c,cred-cfg",
			Value: "credentials.json",
			Usage: "an API credentials config file",
		},
	}
}

func main() {
	app.Action = func(c *cli.Context) {
		if !c.IsSet("nsqd") {
			log.Fatalln("no nsqd address is set")
		}
		cfg := nsq.NewConfig()
		cfg.UserAgent = "sc-server/0.1"

		hCfg := &handlerConfig{
			NsqAddr:     c.String("nsqd"),
			NsqCfg:      cfg,
			DbCfg:       &dbConfig{},
			Credentials: &credConfig{},
		}
		if err := hCfg.DbCfg.ReadFromFile(c.String("db-cfg")); err != nil {
			log.Fatalln(err)
		}
		if err := hCfg.Credentials.ReadFromFile(c.String("cred-cfg")); err != nil {
			log.Fatalln(err)
		}
		handler, err := NewMessageHandler(hCfg)
		if err != nil {
			log.Fatalln(err)
		}
		consumer, err := nsq.NewConsumer(subTopic, subChannel, cfg)
		if err != nil {
			log.Fatalln(err)
		}
		consumer.AddHandler(handler)
		consumer.SetLogger(nsqLog, nsq.LogLevelDebug)
		if err = consumer.ConnectToNSQD(c.String("nsqd")); err != nil {
			log.Fatalln(err)
		}
		<-consumer.StopChan
	}
	if err := app.Run(os.Args); err != nil {
		log.Fatalln(err)
	}
}

type credConfig struct {
	GooglePrivateKey  string `json:"google_private_key"`
	GoogleClientEmail string `json:"google_client_email"`
	WolframPrivateKey string `json:"wolfram_private_key"`
	SmsruPrivateKey   string `json:"smsru_private_key"`
}

func (c *credConfig) ReadFromFile(name string) error {
	data, err := ioutil.ReadFile(name)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	return json.Unmarshal(data, c)
}

type dbConfig struct {
	Addr     string `json:"address"`
	User     string `json:"user"`
	Password string `json:"password"`
	DBName   string `json:"dbname"`
}

func (d *dbConfig) ReadFromFile(name string) error {
	data, err := ioutil.ReadFile(name)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	return json.Unmarshal(data, d)
}

func (d *dbConfig) DataSourceName() string {
	connectStr := "postgres://%s:%s@%s/%s?sslmode=disable"
	return fmt.Sprintf(connectStr, d.User, d.Password, d.Addr, d.DBName)
}

type handlerConfig struct {
	NsqAddr     string
	NsqCfg      *nsq.Config
	DbCfg       *dbConfig
	Credentials *credConfig
}

type MessageHandler struct {
	stats    *nsq.Producer
	db       gorm.DB
	wolfApi  *wolfram.Api
	wikiApi  *wikipedia.Api
	googlApi *googl.Shortener
	smsApi   *smsru.Api
}

type Request struct {
	Id            int64
	Text          string `sql:"size:160"`
	Address       string `sql:"size:20"`
	Service       string `sql:"size:20"`
	ServiceReply  string
	ShortUrl      string `sql:"size:20"`
	RequestStatus int8
	Timestamp     time.Time
	OpTimestamp   time.Time
}

func NewMessageHandler(cfg *handlerConfig) (h *MessageHandler, err error) {
	h = &MessageHandler{
		wikiApi: wikipedia.NewApi(),
		wolfApi: wolfram.NewApi(cfg.Credentials.WolframPrivateKey, originCountry),
		smsApi:  smsru.NewApi(cfg.Credentials.SmsruPrivateKey),
	}
	if h.googlApi, err = googl.NewShortener(
		cfg.Credentials.GoogleClientEmail,
		[]byte(cfg.Credentials.GooglePrivateKey),
	); err != nil {
		return
	}
	if h.db, err = gorm.Open("postgres", cfg.DbCfg.DataSourceName()); err != nil {
		return nil, err
	}
	if err = h.db.AutoMigrate(Request{}).Error; err != nil {
		return nil, err
	}
	if h.stats, err = nsq.NewProducer(cfg.NsqAddr, cfg.NsqCfg); err != nil {
		return nil, err
	}
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) HandleMessage(nmsg *nsq.Message) (err error) {
	var msg misc.Message
	if err = json.Unmarshal(nmsg.Body, &msg); err != nil {
		return
	}
	if !supportedServices[msg.Origin] {
		nmsg.Finish()
		return errors.New("message for unsupported service: " + msg.Origin)
	}
	req := Request{
		Text:          msg.Text,
		Address:       msg.Address,
		Service:       msg.Origin,
		RequestStatus: reqPending,
		Timestamp:     time.Time(msg.Timestamp),
		OpTimestamp:   time.Time(msg.OpTimestamp),
	}
	if err = m.db.Create(&req).Error; err != nil {
		log.Println("error storing message:", err)
		m.notifyError()
		return
	}
	log.Printf("stored message %x", msg.UUID)
	m.notifyReceived()
	// save request updates on return
	defer func(r *Request) {
		if err = m.db.Save(r).Error; err != nil {
			log.Printf("error saving query %x: %s", msg.UUID, err.Error())
			m.notifyError()
		}
	}(&req)
	switch msg.Origin {
	case "wolfram":
		reply, err := m.queryWolfram(msg.Text)
		if err != nil {
			req.RequestStatus = reqError
			log.Printf("error querying %x: %s", msg.UUID, err.Error())
			m.notifyError()
			return nil
		}
		if short, err := m.googlApi.Short(wolframURL(msg.Text)); err != nil {
			log.Printf("error shorting url for %x: %s", msg.UUID, err.Error())
			m.notifyError()
		} else {
			req.ShortUrl = short.String()
		}
		req.RequestStatus = reqDone
		req.ServiceReply = wrapReply(reply)
		m.notifySuccess()
	case "wikipedia":
		reply, uri, err := m.queryWikipedia(wikipedia.EN, msg.Text)
		if err != nil || len(reply) < 1 {
			reply, uri, err = m.queryWikipedia(wikipedia.RU, msg.Text)
		}
		if err != nil {
			req.RequestStatus = reqError
			log.Printf("error querying %x: %s", msg.UUID, err.Error())
			m.notifyError()
			return nil
		}
		if short, err := m.googlApi.Short(genericURL(uri)); err != nil {
			log.Printf("error shorting url for %x: %s", msg.UUID, err.Error())
			m.notifyError()
		} else {
			req.ShortUrl = short.String()
		}
		req.RequestStatus = reqDone
		req.ServiceReply = wrapReply(reply)
		m.notifySuccess()
	}
	if err = m.sendReply(&req); err != nil {
		log.Println("error sending reply:", err)
		m.notifyError()
		return nil
	}
	if r, err := m.getReserve(); err != nil {
		log.Println("failed to get reserve:", err)
		m.notifyError()
	} else {
		m.notifyReserve(r)
	}
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) getReserve() (r int, err error) {
	var balance float32
	if balance, err = m.smsApi.MyBalance(); err != nil {
		return
	}
	return int(balance / approxSmsCost), nil
}

func (m *MessageHandler) notifyError() (err error) {
	n := misc.Notification{Kind: misc.NotifyError}
	body, err := json.Marshal(n)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	if err = m.stats.Publish(pubTopic, body); err != nil {
		log.Println(err)
	}
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) notifySuccess() (err error) {
	n := misc.Notification{Kind: misc.NotifySuccess}
	body, err := json.Marshal(n)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	if err = m.stats.Publish(pubTopic, body); err != nil {
		log.Println(err)
	}
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) notifyReceived() (err error) {
	n := misc.Notification{Kind: misc.NotifyReceived}
	body, err := json.Marshal(n)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	if err = m.stats.Publish(pubTopic, body); err != nil {
		log.Println(err)
	}
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) notifyReserve(reserve int) (err error) {
	n := misc.Notification{
		Kind:  misc.NotifyReserve,
		Value: strconv.Itoa(reserve),
	}
	body, err := json.Marshal(n)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	if err = m.stats.Publish(pubTopic, body); err != nil {
		log.Println(err)
	}
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) queryWolfram(input string) (reply string, err error) {
	var res *wolfram.QueryResult
	if res, err = m.wolfApi.Query(input); err != nil {
		if err == wolfram.ErrUnknown {
			return "", nil // nothing computed
		}
		return "", err
	}
	if len(res.Pods) < 2 || len(res.Pods[1].SubPods) < 1 {
		return
	}
	reply = res.Pods[1].SubPods[0].Plaintext
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) queryWikipedia(lang wikipedia.Language, input string) (reply, uri string, err error) {
	var res *wikipedia.SearchSuggestion
	if res, err = m.wikiApi.Query(lang, input); err != nil {
		err = errors.New("unable to query wikipedia: " + err.Error())
		return
	}
	if len(res.Items) < 1 {
		return
	}
	reply = res.Items[0].Description
	uri = res.Items[0].URL
	return
}

func wolframURL(input string) *url.URL {
	v := url.Values{}
	v.Set("i", input)
	u, _ := url.ParseRequestURI(wolframUserURI)
	u.RawQuery = v.Encode()
	return u
}

func genericURL(uri string) (u *url.URL) {
	u, _ = url.ParseRequestURI(uri)
	return
}

func (m *MessageHandler) sendError(req *Request) error {
	t := req.OpTimestamp.Format(`2 Jan 15:04`)
	text := fmt.Sprintf("Внутренняя ошибка обработки запроса от %s", t)
	sms := smsru.Sms{
		To:   req.Address,
		Text: text,
		Test: true,
	}
	_, err := m.smsApi.SmsSend(&sms)
	return err
}

func (m *MessageHandler) sendReply(req *Request) error {
	var text string
	if len(req.ServiceReply) < 1 {
		t := req.OpTimestamp.Format(`2 Jan 15:04`)
		text = fmt.Sprintf("На ваш запрос от %s не удалось получить ответ %s", t, req.ShortUrl)
	} else {
		text = req.ServiceReply
		if isLatin(text) {
			text = text + " " + req.ShortUrl
		}
	}
	sms := smsru.Sms{
		To:   req.Address,
		Text: text,
	}
	cost, n, err := m.smsApi.SmsCost(&sms)
	if err != nil {
		return err
	}
	log.Println("reply to", req.Address, "is:", text)
	log.Println("sent", n, "messages, total cost", cost)
	if _, err = m.smsApi.SmsSend(&sms); err != nil {
		return err
	}
	return nil
}

// wrapReply is a very dumb sanitizer.
func wrapReply(reply string) string {
	if len(reply) < 1 {
		return reply
	}
	r := strings.NewReplacer(
		"  ", " ", ". ", ".", ", ", ",", "; ", ";",
		"  ", " ", " .", ".", " ,", ",", " ;", ";",
		" () ", " ", "()", "", " - ", " ", " – ", " ", " — ", " ",
		" ( ) ", " ", " ( or  ) ", " ", "; ; ", "", "(, ", "(", " | ", "|",
	)
	reply = r.Replace(reply)
	reply = cutStr(reply, latinSize-urlLen)
	if !isLatin(reply) {
		reply = cutStr(reply, cyrSize)
	}
	reply = strings.TrimSpace(reply)
	return reply
}

func cutStr(str string, n int) string {
	runes := []rune(str)
	if n < len(str) {
		return string(runes[0:n])
	}
	return str
}

func isLatin(text string) bool {
	for _, r := range text {
		if !unicode.In(r, unicode.Latin) {
			return false
		}
	}
	return true
}

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaGithub


text:
WeWork is facing SEC inquiry into possible rule violations
Matt Robinson, Robert Schmidt and Ellen Huet, Bloomberg
Wework signage on the entrance doors of the 85 Broad Street offices in the Manhattan borough of New York, on May 22, 2019.Bloomberg photo by David 'Dee' Delgado.
WeWork is drawing scrutiny from the Securities and Exchange Commission over whether the co-working company violated financial rules in the run-up to its failed initial public offering, according to two people with knowledge of the matter.
The agency's enforcement division is reviewing WeWork's business and its disclosures to investors amid a number of news articles that highlighted potential conflicts of interest and the company's aggressive fundraising, the people said. WeWork has retained Andrew Ceresney, a top Wall Street lawyer who previously headed the SEC enforcement unit, according to the people.
The SEC's inquiry is preliminary and may not lead to any allegations of wrongdoing, said the people who asked not to be named because the review isn't public.
A WeWork spokeswoman declined to comment, as did Ceresney, who's now a partner at Debevoise & Plimpton in New York. An SEC spokeswoman also declined to comment.
The scrutiny adds to what has been a tumultuous year for WeWork. The company at one point was worth an eye-popping $47 billion before it fell out of favor with investors and needed a bailout from Softbank Group Corp., the Japanese conglomerate that has a majority stake. In September, WeWork ousted charismatic Chief Executive Officer Adam Neumann and withdrew its IPO. The company is now valued at less than $8 billion.
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A spokeswoman for Neumann declined to comment.
It's not unusual for the SEC to kick the tires when corporations endure public and high-profile meltdowns. The agency is often quick to reach out to a company to make sure potential evidence, such as emails and documents, are preserved.
It couldn't be determined whether specific WeWork business decisions or transactions prompted the review. Still, much about the company has raised eyebrows on Wall Street.
When WeWork issued its S-1 -- a regulatory filing that precedes an IPO -- the company disclosed heavy losses that were growing in lockstep with its sales, or sometimes faster. Investors also say they were concerned by a long list of perceived conflicts laid out in the filing.
For instance, Neumann profited as a private landlord by leasing space in his buildings to WeWork. When the company changed its name to We Co., it bought a related trademark for "we" for $5.9 million from We Holdings, an entity that Neumann controlled. And WeWork's corporate governance was unusual. For the company's succession plan, WeWork listed Neumann's wife, Rebekah as one of three people on a committee with power to pick a replacement CEO.
WeWork also is known for using unconventional accounting metrics, such as "community-adjusted Ebitda," which the company says captures the profitability of an individual WeWork location. The benchmark, widely questioned by analysts, first came up in financial documents tied to a 2018 bond sale and was included in early drafts of the company's S-1 before being pulled from the final version.
WeWork told bondholders this week that it had $2 billion of cash at the end of September. But the company had accelerated spending earlier in the year as a way to show potential investors in the IPO that its growth was strong, according to people with knowledge of the matter. As a result, WeWork was poised to run out of money as soon as November, which prompted the Softbank rescue.
Being private doesn't shield companies or executives from penalties if the SEC concludes that investors were misled, and the agency has stepped up scrutiny of unlisted firms in recent years amid the emergence of several Silicon Valley unicorns.
In April, Daniel Mattes, the former CEO of Jumio, agreed to pay more than $17 million to settle SEC claims that he overstated the private mobile payment company's revenue. Mattes didn't admit or deny the allegations. Perhaps the most well-known SEC case tied to a private company involved ex-Theranos Inc. CEO Elizabeth Holmes. She paid $500,000 in 2018 to settle SEC allegations that she raised hundreds of millions of dollars while lying about the blood-testing company's technology. She didn't admit or deny the claims.
Bloomberg's Ben Bain and Gillian Tan contributed.
lululemon's new Mini Belt Bag is the perfect on-the-go...
Is the Stanley Quencher tumbler worth its TikTok hype?
Matt Robinson, Robert Schmidt and Ellen Huet


Bull returns fully armed and dangerous to the slaughterhouse for a bloody vengeance, your aim is to destroy anyone that comes in your way. Fight the workers that have seen to the demise of your entire race. Upgrade items for stronger attacks, replenish ammo, max out your health; max your bull out so he can unleash all the damage he needs to.


Transfering mutual funds from Broker to Dmat?
I want to transfer my NFO Mutual Funds which i bought through Yes Bank to my Demat account. Please tell me how can I do?
Transfering money from SBI account to HDFC account by internet banking ?
I have SBI(State Bank of India) internet banking option for my account.
Is it possible me to transfer money from my SBI account to my brother's HDFC account ?
If possible means,Will the charge any amount for transfer ?
How to transfer the amount using internet banking ?


Historic architecture, wonderful food, great music and cultural diversity, New Orleans is a colorful city with so much fun to offer round the clock. Whether you only have half of day to explore this gorgeous city during your quick stop at the Port of New Orleans, you can definitely enjoy a wonderful time and have unforgettable memories of this city. However, according to the officials of the Port of New Orleans, most cruise passengers usually spend at least two days in the city, before they continue their journey.
Even though the city was once crushed by the Hurricane Katrina a few years back, it soon recovered and even better than before. With a lot of festivals being held in the city all year round, like the Mardi Gras, various Jazz festivals including the famous Jazzfest, Voodoo fest, French Quarter fest, Essence fest and many more. This city keeps on attracting so many visitors every year who want to join the fun.
Don't miss the chance to visit the world's famous Bourbon Street that's full of live music venues and great bars, also don't forget to checkout its tacky souvenir shops, where you can always find interesting stuff that you can take home. This area has always been the party central in New Orleans where it's always packed with tourists. But it's not the only interesting area in the city that you can visit.
Another great area is the Garden District, that's mainly a residential area with wonderful architecture. But here you can also find lots of unique antique shops and lots of other shops selling arts, fashion, secondhand books, and luxury items.
Want to go for some serious shopping? Then you can head on to the Royal Street, which is considered a shopping Mecca by most visitors. It runs parallel with Bourbon Street and you can find just about anything here, but it's best known for its art galleries and antique shops.
Other interesting places you can visit include the Jackson Square, Preservation Hall, Audubon Zoo, Aquarium of the Americas and many others.


We always make sure that our technicians are completely armed on their trucks with garage products so that in cases where a device needs to be extracted will be replaced promptly, without causing more postponement.
Our services are available to you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We have live agent ready to answer your calls no matter what time you will be calling us. We will also schedule evening and weekend rendezvous so that you don't have to miss work or any important events.
Fixing a broken garage spring requires training and special equipments. And it is better left to the professional. It is quite dangerous to a novice to do the job without any training or the supervision of a professional. Don't risk you safety or your property just to save a few dollars of professional assistance. In fact, it is more cost effective if you will hire a professional to do the job, which will save you money and time, and have your garage door working now.
Our Company is a based in all areas, and able to make your project work for you. The reality that there are so many happy clients in the area is no coincidence; this is due to the great service door supports as well as the one on one consultation that they give each customer. Our company has been fit to proudly say they are the best in the field for years now, and there is no sign of that ever changing. Call our doors today and find out why that is, in fact you can also contact them online or through email to debate installation options.
A broken garage spring can be a real cause of frustration. Garage door so slow in opening or door slamming to the floor while closing or door reverses before opening and the list can go on and on. When you start to experience issues like this, don't hesitate to call a professional. In this way we can still troubleshoot your garage spring. But if there is a need to install a new one, that won't be a problem. Our company can help you with it. Regular garage spring conservation will raise the life span of your device. However if you have been using your door for several years now, then replacements are not uncommon.
Most people discover that they are in need of garage door installation either on their way in or out. Suddenly you hear a spring fracture or the door simply will not move. When this happens, you can be assured of the timely service you need when you call Atlanta's Garage Door Repair. Our family owned and operated business understands how important fast, affordable door installation is to you when you need it.
We are at your service 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so any time you need our service just give us a call and we'll be at your doorstep in no time. Garage Door professional employees warranty you a very satisfying spring repair service by applying the most progress and state of the art technology yet in a very affordable price! To debate your anxiety we at and we have our friendly delegate on the line ready to support you careful answers and best solutions to all your garage concerns.