Aikin Leander, (Westfield) r 9, farmer, leases of S. Hill 300.
Andrews Israel F., (Westfield) r 12, dairy 11 cows, sugar orchard 150 trees, and farmer 125.
Angier Samuel N., (Troy) r 6, town grand juror, breeder of grade Holstein cattle, dairy 17 cows, sugar orchard 800 trees, farmer 287½.
Annis Laurens K., (Westfield) r 9, mason, painter, carpenter and joiner.
ASELTINE ALANSON M.. (Westfield) r 6, farm laborer, owns h and lot.
Austin Adelbert C., (Westfield) r 6, carpenter and joiner, h and lot.
Bailey Jenison, (Westfield) r 9, manager for W. H. Richardson, of Springfield, Mass., dairy 12 cows, sugar orchard 100 trees, and farmer 175.
Baraw Ambrose, (Westfield) r 12, farmer, leases of A. L. Brown, dairy 25 cows, farm 525.
Baraw Henry, (Troy) r 3, dairy 15 cows, and farmer, leases of Peter Phillips 150.
BARNES GEORGE H., (Westfield) r 5, farmer, manager for his father, Philander.
Barnes Philander, (Westfield) r 5, apiarist 10 swarms, sugar orchard 500 trees, and farmer 150.
Barre Caesar A., (Westfield) off r 19, farmer 92, and with J. Sherbutt 120 timber land.
Bean Frank, (Troy) r 1, sugar orchard 1,000 trees, and farmer 150.
Bedell Amanda, (Westfield) r 9, widow of J. G. Bedell, h and lot, also h and lot on r 6.
Bellrose Frank G., (Westfield) r 15, sawyer, employee of Hoyt & Wakefield.
Bellrose Mitchell, (Westfield) r 18, sugar orchard 125 trees, and farmer 70.
Benware Julian, (Westfield) r 14, shoemaker, sugar, orchard 150 trees, and farmer 60.
Benware Julian, Jr., (Westfield) r 6, manuf. and repairer of carriages.
BENWARE PETER, (Westfield) off r 17, farmer, employee of John Brown.
Blanchard Peter, (Westfield) r 20, resident, farmer 25.
Boutwell Cordelia Mrs., (Troy) r 1, sugar orchard 200 trees, and farmer 50.
Boutwell James B., (Troy) r 1, farmer and laborer.
Boynton David F. & Edwin, (Westfield) r 12, sugar orchard 300 trees, dairy 12 cows, and farmers 175.
Boynton Edwin, (Westfield) r 12, (David F. & Edwin,) selectman, owns with Warren C. Farman, in Coventry Gore, 100 acres.
Brown Arad L., (Westfield) r 12, sugar orchard 1,000 trees, dairy 25 cows, farmer 287, and timber lot 240.
BROWN JOHN F., (Westfield) off r 17, sugar orchard 125 trees, dairy 9 cows, and farmer 137½.
Brown Rebecca, (Westfield) r 9, widow of John, pensioner, h and lot.
Bruce George W., (Westfield) r 12, farmer, with his father, Horace D.
Bruce Horace D., (Westfield) r 12, dairy 21 cows, farmer 250, and timber lot with sugar orchard 500 trees, and 250 acres.
Bryant Christopher W., (Westfield) r 11, dealer in live stock, and farmer 170.
Bryant Willie, (Westfield) r 11, farmer, with his father, Christopher W.
Buck Jesse G., (Westfield) r 6, dealer in dry goods, groceries, hats, caps, boots, shoes, etc.
BUCK JOHN H., (Westfield) r 6, sugar orchard 2,500 trees, farmer 165, farm in Iowa 400, and timber lot in Middlesex, Wash. Co., 100.
Bullard J. U., (Westfield) r 7, carpenter and joiner.
Burnham George E. Rev., (Westfield) r 6, pastor of the M. E. churches of Westfield, Troy and Jay.
Burnham Melinda, (Westfield) r 9, widow of Samuel, h and lot.
Burnham Walter, (Westfield) r 8, selectman, breeder of grade Devon cattle, sugar orchard 1,300 trees, dairy 13 cows, and farmer 423.
Carrow John, (Westfield) r 16½, farmer, leases of the town of Westfield 120.
Chaffee Aaron S., (Troy) r 2, retired farmer, aged 80.
Chaffee Bethuel M., (Troy) r 2, sugar orchard 240 trees, dairy 11 cows, and farmer 125.
Chase M. Russell, (Westfield) r 12, local M. E. preacher, h and ½ an acre.
Clark Adelbert H., (Westfield) r 7, laborer, leases of A. Hitchcock 80.
Clark Charles, (Westfield) off r 11, farmer.
Clark Damon Y., (Troy) r 5, farmer 20.
Clark Ella J. Mrs., (Westfield) r 9, dressmaker.
Clark James N., (Westfield) r 12, justice of the peace, sugar orchard 600 trees, dairy 8 cows, and farmer 97½.
COBURN ANDREW J., (Troy) r 3, prop. of saw-mill and carriage shop, sugar orchard 300 trees, dairy 10 cows, farmer 120, and in Newport 150.
Coburn Charles, (Westfield) r 19, leases of Mrs. Esther Young 25.
Coburn Chester V., (Troy) r 3, carpenter, millwright and wheelwright.
Cole George (Troy) off r 3, painter, and farmer 25.
Cooper Benjamin, (Westfield), off r 15, employee of Hoyt & Wakefield.
Cooper John, (Westfield) r 14, laborer.
Daniels Mitchell, (Westfield) off r 18, farmer 11, and leases of Peter Gardner 50.
Deblois Julius, (Westfield) r 20, sugar orchard 300 trees, and farmer 50.
Deblois Nelson C., (Westfield) off r 17, farmer, leases of Lyman Taylor 190.
DEBLOIS TIMOTHY, (Westfield) off r 18, justice of the peace, sugar orchard 500 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 140.
Ducharm Edward, (Westfield) off r 16, dairy 13 cows, sugar orchard 500 trees, farmer 250, and leases of Vt. University 100.
Ducharme Paul, (Westfield) r 19 cor 18, farmer 35.
Edmunds Gary M., (Westfield) r 16, farmer, son of William.
EDMUNDS WILLIAM, (Westfield) r 16, dairy 10 cows, sugar orchard 1,000 trees, farmer 100, and timber and pasture land 75.
Fairbanks Frederick W., (Troy) r 6 cor 8, carpenter and joiner.
Farman Ashley, (Westfield) r 6, sugar orchard 135 trees, and farmer 95, and timber lot 40.
Farman Edson, (Westfield) r 12, retired farmer, aged 74.
Farman Warren C., (Westfield) off r 11, sugar orchard 300 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 78.
Foster Rodney, (Westfield) r 19, farmer 30.
Fowler Carter, (Lowell) off r 12, cooper, dairy 14 cows, and farmer 240.
Gardner Peter, (Westfield) r 9, blacksmith, and farmer 50.
Gilbert George, (Westfield) r 16, farmer 50.
Gilbert Charles S., (Westfield) off r 16, farmer 58, and leases of estate of C. Bailey.
Gilbert John, (Westfield) r 23, dairy 10 cows, farmer 100.
Gilbert Thomas, 2d, (Westfield) r 19, sugar orchard 200 trees, and farmer 50, and timber land 125.
Gilman Byron E., (Westfield) son of David H., farmer, and R. R. engineer.
Gilman David H., (Westfield) r 9, auctioneer, and farmer 200, owns h and lot.
Gilman Martin D., (Westfield) r 9, traveling salesman for rubber and steel stamps.
Gilpin William B., (Westfield) r 5, sugar orchard 700 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 300.
Goddard Joseph, (Westfield) r 6, laborer, and farmer on West Hill 11.
Goddard Joseph, (Westfield) r 6, laborer.
Goodell George W., (Westfield) r 6 cor 7, pastor M. E. church.
Gray Frederick S., (Westfield) r 6, physician and surgeon, bds with Jacob Stebbins.
Hadlock Wilbur, (Westfield) r 14, farmer 54.
Hammel John, (Westfield) r 7, sugar orchard 150 trees, and farmer 100.
Hartwell Ira, (Troy) r 1, farmer, works for Mrs. Cordelia Boutwell 50.
Hartwell James A., (Troy) r 1, sugar orchard 400 trees, and farmer 180.
Hazelton Alice L.. (Troy) r 5, music teacher.
Hendrix Loren S., (Westfield) r 7, sugar orchard 500 trees, farmer 44, and leases of the town of Westfield 52.
Hendrix Luther, (Westfield) r 6, cooper.
Hendrix Sidney L., (Westfield) r 5, manuf. of farm aqueducts, cooper and farmer 20.
HERRICK L. ROBERT Col., (Westfield) r 6, carriage maker and ironer, Col. 2d Vet. N.Y. Cav.
HILL SILAS, (Westfield) r 6, justice of the peace, lister, sugar orchard . 1.000 trees, stock grower, dairy 27 cows, and farmer 600.
HITCHCOCK AARON C., (Westfield) r 9, justice of the peace, sugar orchard 1,100 trees, dairy 9 cows, 130 sheep, 37 head young cattle, 5 colts, and farmer 320.
Hitchcock David S., (Westfield) sugar orchard 700 trees, and farmer 60, and timber lot 100.
Hitchcock Horatio, (Westfield) r 5, retired farmer, aged 81.
Hitchcock Mark N., (Troy) r 5, son of Newton, farmer.
Hitchcock Medad C., (Westfield) r 5, sugar orchard 400 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 125, and timber lot 25.
Hitchcock Newton, (Troy) r 5, sugar orchard 600 trees, and farmer 100.
Hodgkin Jere F., (Westfield) r 8, dairy 10 cows, sugar orchard 200 trees, farmer 100, and timber lot 100.
Hovey Chester, (Westfield) r 14, farmer, occupies 77 acres owned by Mrs. Augusta Keith.
Hovey James Keith, (Westfield) r 14, farmer, with his father, Chester Hovey.
Howe Lydia, (Westfield) r 14, widow, resident.
Hoyt Asa H., (Westfield) r 6, expressman and teamster, from Westfield to Newport.
Hoyt Lorenzo, (Westfield) r 20, sugar orchard 200 trees, and farmer 40.
HOYT NATHANIEL C., (Westfield) (Hoyt & Wakefield, and Hoyt & Wakefields) side judge of Orleans Co., postmaster, town clerk and treasurer, owns timber land 200, store and h and lot, Main.
HOYT & WAKEFIELD, (Westfield) (N. C. Hoyt and W. W. Wakefield,) dealers in dry goods, groceries, flour, feed, hardware, crockery, boots and shoes, hats and caps, ready-made clothing, and country produce, Main street.
HOYT & WAKEFIELDS, (Westfield) (N. C. Hoyt, Willis W. and William W. Wakefield,) manufacturers of spruce, hemlock and hard wood lumber and clapboards, timber land 900 acres, also manufacturers of potato starch.
Hull Sands, (Westfield) r 9, retired farmer, aged 80.
Hunt John E., (Westfield) r 15, works at saw-mill.
Jacques Joseph, (Westfield) r 19, sugar orchard 500 trees, and farmer 75, and timber lot 125.
Jacques Francis, (Westfield) r 13, farm. laborer.
JOHNSON ISAAC D., (Westfield) r 13, notary public, dairy 22 cows, sugar orchard 400 trees, farmer 70, and leases of the county grammar school 150.
Johnson Mercy M., (Westfield) r 13, widow of David, resident, aged 81.
Johnson Samuel S., (Westfield) r 6, farmer.
Keith Augusta A. Mrs., (Westfield, and Lowell, Mass.,) r 14, farm 77.
Kelley John, (Westfield) owns farm in Jay 100.
Kennison James H., (Westfield) r 15, laborer in saw-mill.
Kempton Wesley, (Westfield) r 15, laborer, employee of Hoyt & Wakefield.
Lapier Francis, (Westfield) r 20, carpenter and joiner.
Lapier Mary Mrs., (Westfield) r 20, dairy 10 cows, sugar orchard 300 trees, and farm 115.
Laplant Charles, (Westfield) r 23, farmer 43.
Locke Sherburn, (Westfield) r 12, dairy 10 cows, sugar orchard 300 trees, and farmer 97.
Lockwood George D., (Westfield) r 12, farm laborer.
Lockwood Truman, (Westfield) works in saw-mill.
Martin John, (Westfield) r 5, sugar orchard 100 trees and farmer 60.
Martin Joseph, (Westfield) r 16, farmer 50.
Martin Joseph 2d, (Troy) r 1, sugar orchard 1,000 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 100.
Martin Peter V., (Westfield) r 17, dairy 10 cows, farmer 135, and timber lot 50.
Miller Albert S., (Westfield) r 9, sugar orchard 1,500 trees, dairy 12 cows, and farmer 400.
Miller Alfred, (Westfield) r 11, sugar orchard 225 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 225.
Miller Asa J., (Westfield) r 9, sawyer, h and lot.
Miller Eleazer W., (Westfield) r 10, sugar orchard 700 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 175.
Miller Emory S., (Westfield) r 12, dairy 12 cows, sugar orchard 225 trees, and farmer 133.
Miller Henry, (Westfield) r 7, farmer 28, and prop. of feed mill.
Miller Hiram O., (Westfield) r 9, farmer with Aaron C. Hitchcock.
MILLER JOSIAH H., (Westfield) r 11, cooper, sugar orchard 500 trees, dairy 12 cows and farmer 185.
Miller Ephraim H,, (Westfield) r 6, farmer 25.
Miller Luke, (Westfield) r 9, farm laborer.
Miller Orrin S., (Westfield) r 12, justice of the peace, land surveyor, sugar orchard 130 trees, and farmer 82½.
Miller Pliny E., (Westfield) r 11, farmer, leases of Alfred Miller 225.
Miller Vaniah, (Westfield) r 8 cor 10, (Miller & Woods) farmer.
Miller & Woods, (Westfield) r 8 cor 10, (Vaniah Miller and Wm. Woods,) breeders of grade Durham cattle, sugar orchard 200 trees, dairy 20 cows, and farmers 300.
Osterhout Henry, (Westfield) r 19, laborer.
Papenau John, (Westfield) r 18, laborer and farmer 6.
Phillips Jasper, (Troy) r 1, farmer 85.
Reed Calvin, (Westfield) r 9, town agent and prop. of hotel, sugar orchard 350 trees, dairy 12 cows, farmer 7, and on West Hill 200.
Reed Herbert C., (Westfield) off r 14, sugar orchard 250 trees, dairy 12 cows, and farmer, leases of Calvin Reed 170.
Rider Elisha E., (Troy) r 1, sugar orchard 500 trees, dairy 10 cows, and farmer 140.
Roberts Henry, (Westfield) r 17, stone mason and farmer 40.
Roberts Henry, Jr., (Westfield) r 9, laborer.
Root Napoleon, (Westfield) r 7, shoemaker.
Seymour John, (Westfield) r 20. sugar orchard 500 trees, and farmer 70.
Seymour Lyman, (Westfield) off r 20, farmer 25.
Seymour Nelson, (Westfield) r 20, farmer 38.
Sherbutt Frank, (Westfield) r 17, butcher and farmer, leases of T. Gilbert 115.
Sias Benjamin F., (Westfield) r 13, farmer, h and lot.
Simmons John, (Westfield) r 20, sugar orchard 100 trees, and farmer 40.
Sisco. Edmund R., (Troy) r 2, sugar orchard 400 trees, and farmer.
Sisco Fred H., (Troy) r 2, sugar orchard 300 trees, and farmer 70.
Sisco Oliver F., (Troy) r 2, sugar orchard 300 trees, dairy 8 cows, and farmer 160.
Smith Asahel, (Westfield) r 5, farmer 60.
Stebbins Amanda, (Westfield) r 6, widow of Benjamin, farm 12.
Stebbins Herbert L., (Westfield) farmer, with Mrs. Amanda.
Stebbins Jacob, (Westfield) r 9, sugar orchard 600 trees, and farmer 40.
Stebbins Rufus, (Westfield) off r 5, farmer 2.
Stebbins Smith, (Westfield) r 5, laborer.
Stetson William R., (Westfield) off r 20, cooper, sugar orchard 150 trees, and farmer 75.
Stoddard Charles C., (Westfield) r 5, laborer.
Stone Bethuel, (Westfield) r 13, farmer, leases of the Orleans county grammar school.
Stone Orson N. (Westfield) r 12, dairy 12 cows, and farmer 347.
Stone Orson N., (Westfield) r 19, dairy 13 cows, and farmer 300.
Streeter Bros., (Westfield) r 5, (J. H. & H. C.,) sugar orchard 300 trees, and farmers 127.
Streeter Henry C., (Westfield) r 5, (Streeter Bros.) farmer.
Streeter J. Harrison, (Westfield) r 5, (Streeter Bros.) mason.
Taylor Lyman, (Westfield) off r 17, farmer 148.
TRUMPASS THOMAS, (Westfield) off r 17, sugar orchard 200 trees, dairy 12 cows, and farmer 170.
TRUMPASS WILLIAM, S., (Westfield) off r 17, farmer, with his father, Thomas.
Tushette Louis, (Westfield) r 17, farmer 73.
Wakefield William W., (Westfield) r 15, (Hoyt & Wakefields,) foreman for Hoyt & Wakefield.
WAKEFIELD WILLIS W., (Westfield) (Hoyt & Wakefields,) also (Hoyt & Wakefield,) also (Wakefield & Bedell) town representative and over-seer of the poor.
WAKEFIELD & BEDELL, (Montgomery Center, Franklin Co.) location Moodyville, manufs. of spruce, hemlock, hardwood and clapboards, and owners of 2,100 acres of timber land.
Wilson William J., (Westfield) r 20, sugar orchard 100 trees, and farmer 50.
Winslow Orlando, (Westfield) r 9, retired merchant, aged 83.
Wood Edward H., (Westfield) off r 12, farmer 130.
Wood William W., (Westfield) r 8 cor 10, (Miller & Wood,) farmer.
WOODWORTH HARLAN P., (Westfield) r 4, farmer, with his father, Luther S.
Woodworth Luther S., (Westfield) r 4, sugar orchard 300 trees, dairy 13 cows, and farmer 300.
Wright Daniel E., (Westfield) r 6, deputy sheriff, sugar orchard 1,000 trees, farmer 45, and timber lot 50.
Wright Frank P., (Westfield) off r 14, farmer 26.
WRIGHT OSCAR P., (Troy) r 5 cor 3, stock grower, sugar orchard 450 trees, and farmer 120.
Wright Reuben H., (Westfield) r 17, sugar orchard 300 trees, dairy 11 cows and farmer 168.


Nice open plan bar area with cosy corners. Warm and lively atmosphere with a good mix of clientele - all ages. Didn't eat but the food is recommended others. A nice bar in nice surroundings.
apparently there is an upstairs bar with real ale. However, I asked at the downstairs bar for cask ale and they never mentioned it. Grrrrr!
Made a return visit,and soon wished that I hadn't. Only one real ale on sale,and the place had been taken over by the local middle-class mob,one of whom had a little brat by the name of Jasper!There were very young children,running all over the place.The H&S people would have had a field-day.Very nice lass behind the bar,and the beer was excellant,but what happened yesterday,should never be allowed.


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from Bot import Bot

run_loop = 1

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print(config['host'])

irc_bot = Bot(config['host'], config['port'], config['nick'], config['ident'], config['realname'], config["testchannel"])
s = irc_bot.connect_to_server
irc_bot.set_nick()
irc_bot.join_channel()

# Run loop.
while run_loop == 1:
    irc_bot.readbuffer = irc_bot.readbuffer + s.recv(1024).decode('utf-8')
    temp = irc_bot.readbuffer.split("\n")
    irc_bot.readbuffer = temp.pop()

    for line in temp:
        run_loop = irc_bot.parse_irc_line(line, run_loop)

s.shutdown(socket.SHUT_RDWR)
s.close()
print("Bye bye!")

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Cape Town Opera soloist Lukhanyo Moyake competes for the title of BBC Cardiff Singer of the World.
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Moyake joins 19 of the world's finest young classical singers who, for one week (11th-18th June), are performing in front of an illustrious jury in Cardiff.
Established in 1983 by BBC Wales, BBC Cardiff Singer of the World was devised to identify the classical singing stars of the future, and the ambition is to deliver the lucky break all artists need to be launched on the road to success. Today it is known throughout the classical music world as the premier showcase for opera and concert singers at the beginning of their careers. Past winners include Karita Mattila, the first winner; Dmitri Hvorostovsky; Anja Harteros; and Nadine Koutcher.
Cape Town Opera Managing Director Michael Williams says: "We are proud that during the seven years that Lukhanyo has been with Cape Town Opera, he has grown into a fully-fledged professional and is well prepared to meet this prestigious opportunity."
Since joining Cape Town Opera in 2010, Moyake has sung a number of roles with distinction, notably Alfredo in La traviata, Leicester in Maria Stuarda (2015) and Narraboth in Salome (2016). In 2016, he attracted international acclaim when he won the Emmerich Smola Förderpreis in Baden-Baden, Germany and reached the finals of the International Hans Gabor Belvedere Singing Competition. In the same year, he made his international debut in Portugal, where he sang the role of Don José in Carmen at the Teatro Nacional de Sao Carlos, Lisbon.
Most recently, at the start of 2017, Moyake thrilled local audiences in his role as the Duke of Mantua in Rigoletto.
Moyake has a busy schedule with Cape Town Opera for the remainder of 2017. Local fans will have the opportunity to hear him sing the role of Steuermann in Der fliegende Holländer, which will be staged at Artscape in August. He has also been cast in leading roles in touring productions of Mandela Trilogy.
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Understanding how financial organizations are structured and knowing when to expand can be difficult for startup founders that are focused on the technical side of the business. Stacie Faggioli, head of Corporate Finance at Stripe, shares tips with Pilot, on how to set up your financial team from the start, and how they can work with the rest of the business to reach company goals.
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5:26 What size or complexity requires hiring finance operation roles?
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(idea) by RalphyK Tue Apr 20 2004 at 12:29:35
I found George in his apartment. All the lights off, blinds down, curtains closed, all the electrical appliances unplugged, all his videos and tapes unspooled, screwed up, cut up, all the CDs and DVDs snapped in half, tv screen smashed in, stereo filled with shaving foam, computer broken open on the road underneath his living room window, floppy disks all burned and melted in a big pile on the kitchen floor, melded with the linoleum like some bastard child from a parallel universe, newspapers and magazines shredded and burned in the fireplace, even the cheapass reproduction prints of the same old Monets and Van Goghs that everybody has hanging up in a vain attempt to seem cultured, even they were smashed, ripped, shredded and burned to a crisp.
There was blood, lots of it. At first I couldn't tell where it was coming from. George was still alive when I got there, I knew straight away because I could see him smoking a cigarette. I ran over to him, scared and repulsed at the same time. He took a deep drag of the cigarette, but when he breathed out, there was no smoke.
"Where has the smoke gone?" I managed to ask him. George smiled weakly, and glanced down to his ruined stomach. I saw the huge hole in his side, the smoke belching out of it, and I remember thinking, fuck, he must have cut really deep, and then I vomited, without any warning, right on to his legs. He waved away my apologies. That was when I noticed the lighter fluid everywhere, the stench filling my nostrils was just now overcoming the stench of blood and death. I looked at George, as he held the lit cigarette over a patch of the flammable liquid, and I only had time to ask him why he was about to set himself on fire. "Because it's cold", he replied, dropping the cigarette.
It was a miracle that I got out in time with only superficial burns. I didn't blame George, he wasn't in his right mind. The state he was in, he probably didn't even see me at all, probably thought I was a troupe of roller skating dwarves or something. Whoever he thought I was, he got the last word, yet again. He always did know how to win arguments.
George had covered his tracks pretty well, but there was no way I could accept what had happened without knowing what the hell had driven him to it. Wasn't easy, though. I was probably his closest friend, but I guess I didn't really know him at all, considering everything. I knew he did research at the university, I knew he spoke four languages apart from English (but not which ones), and I knew he loved beer and pasta. He was more of a drinking buddy than anything else, and I don't care what my drinking buddies do outside of the bar. Like parents who force their children to eat when they're not hungry, whenever the bar conversations got boring, I'd insist everybody had more booze poured down their neck. Bars are for drinking, not listening to what someone did at work that day. I wished I'd paid more attention to George, though.
I went down to his office at the university. They were all still in shock at the news, and didn't mind letting me in. He'd trashed his office, too, it was a complete mess. But in his hurry, he'd missed a CD that had fallen behind a filing cabinet. I slipped it in my pocket, and went to talk to the people he worked with. He had been researching communication and pop culture, and spent a lot of time working on Stuart Hall's communication model. Stuart Hall is a communications researcher who came up with some theory that says any kind of art, writing, video, or whatever, has got an embedded meaning, something that whoever wrote or painted or filmed it wants you to get out of it. George had been fixated on this for some time, to the exclusion of all else, apparently. But what the hell would have made him kill himself like that? It's not exactly controversial stuff.
I took the CD home, and checked it out. There were hundreds and hundreds of documents, all text files, half of it gibberish to me, but some of it stuck out. There seemed to be some nearly completed equations and formulae in there, code keys and things, nothing too new or revolutionary, but it was still difficult for me, and I didn't want to get outside help. I had to do this myself. One document, titled '"per se" and the mobile phone syndrome' was all about the memory cards of mobile phones, and the unique identifier that could be used to disable or track the handset. That was as much as I could understand, the rest went into this paranoid rant about Big Brother, and then got really weird. I whiled away half an hour playing Minesweeper, despite not knowing how to play.
Then another document caught my eye, something about the A-Team. I opened it, amused to find it there, and found a detailed analysis of every time the team broke Murdock out of the looney bin, every time they took him back, episode numbers and air dates, and an explanation of why they would not have to do this when they clearly had the power to sign him back in again. The episodes and dates were then listed next to each other, in one long number string, with the numbers 1-26 repeated over and over underneath them. Made no sense to me, looked like those simple alphabet codes you make as a kid - for example, if the password is KEN BARLOW, you'd write the code like this:
K E N B A R L O W C D F G H I J M P Q S T U V X Y Z
So to encode a message, you'd write K instead of A, Q instead of S, and so on. Unless you had the KEN BARLOW code, it'd be really hard to break the code. Fun stuff. But this didn't look fun at all. George had taken this very, very seriously. People don't write detailed break downs exploring the characters in the A-Team and then kill themselves. George wasn't in some cult, he was just a normal guy. I know that there's one born again every minute, but George wasn't like that, he didn't believe in any god or presence or whatever.
I went through more of the documents. One had a complete list of all of Spock's Vulcan insults (or perceived insults) from Star Trek, all his wry little sayings, again, with episode numbers and original airdates. Another documented every time MacGyver used his Swiss army knife. Another detailed each time Odo shapeshifted in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. A pattern was beginning to emerge, a paranoid, bizarre pattern, but a pattern nonetheless. Although all the codes were different, they had common elements, they were linked. I wasn't bright enough to figure it all out, but I could see that parts of them were similar. It all made a sort of twisted sense, and seemed to tie into that communication theory George was into, the one about hidden meanings deliberately put in by the people who make stuff. The documents were opening my eyes. I ploughed back into them, reading as many as I could, until I had to give up at 4am, when even the shots of black coffee weren't helping anymore. When I'd finished, my head was swimming, and I crashed out immediately. And then in the night I met Satan.
It was just a dream, of course, but the most vivid one I'd ever had. He was furious with me, spitting fire, telling me to stop what I was doing - and this was the worst bit - because I couldn't save George, George was already in hell, suffering, and there was nothing I could do about it. Satan told me that if I carried on snooping, he'd get me. In the dream, I gave him the finger. When I woke up, I'd vomited on the pillow, brown vomit that stank of coffee. Oddly, that just gave me a craving for more coffee. I've always had an iron stomach.
I went to the coffee stand on the corner, on the way to the office, and stopped to talk to Horace, the homeless guy who always seemed to be there when I was.
"You know the secret to making a woman fall in love with you?" he asked me. I shook my head, knowing he was going to tell me whatever I said. "You make sure that you don't tell her she's beautiful," he continued. "I'm serious. The second you tell her that, you're weak, you've given into her charms. Women like a challenge. You start going on about the limpid pools of her eyes, or using words like 'mellifluous', she won't be interested any more. I'm telling you. You try it."
"Okay Horace, I'll keep that in mind," I said, smiling. Suddenly he was furious, poking me in the chest.
"Think you're pretty smart, don't you? Old Horace, the crazy homeless guy, listen to him prattling on, poor fool, be a kindness to put him in a home, somewhere he can be looked after, cleaned up. Well you listen to me, mister, as you go to your soulless office, dreaming about escaping a tech support job that you know you'll be stuck in forever - I know more than you'll ever know. I know what you need to know, what you really need to know about everything, and I ain't telling. Ever. And one day, you'll realise that. Or maybe you won't, maybe you'll just wander forever, wondering where the hell it all went wrong. Well don't come crying to me about it. You had your chance."
He slammed down his empty cup, and walked off, muttering curses under his breath. I was speechless. I've always been slightly uneasy talking to homeless people, always been afraid that exactly this sort of thing might happen. A "scene". I stumbled into work, wondering if the day could get any worse.
It could. A big meeting that I'd completely forgotten about, had to creep in, half an hour late, head bowed, whispering apologies to the glares of all the managers. I sat there for another hour or so, listening to the branch deputy manager trying to liven up his lameass presentation slides up by cracking jokes between each one, like Denis Norden wittering on between the comedy clips on It'll Be Alright on the Night, each joke followed by the PowerPoint "whoosh" sound that he had lacked the imagination to change when setting up his stupid little animations.
After the meeting I was free to go back to my desk. I'd brought the CD with me, and had another look at some of the files. I created a spreadsheet for the figures, and started putting them all together, bit by bit.
The spreadsheet grew and grew, and I had to make several copies because my PC kept crashing. I kept a copy on my work machine, like I did with all of my stuff - I'm afraid, sometimes, at night, that someone's going to sneak in and steal my machine, leaving my without all my files and stupid jokes. Not that my crappy system would be worth the petrol money it took them to get here and back, but it's one of those fears that I can't do anything about, like meeting the parents of your girlfriend ("hi Mr and Mrs So-and-So! I'm fucking your daughter! She's got great tits, by the way, I guess she gets them from you, Mrs So-and-So" etc).
Although the spreadsheet wasn't finished, I started drawing up preliminary graphs and summary sheets. The links were obvious, even at that early stage. Thing was, the numbers all had the corresponding code, but it was meaningless - there's no point saying that A is really K or 5 is really 7, when you don't have a coded message to decipher. Maybe if I kept going, it would make more sense.
More figures added to the seemingly neverending spreadsheet. The decibel level of Vanessa Feltz's voice on breakfast television, from day to day. How many times that Movie Trailer Voiceover Man says "In a world..." in trailers, and how many seconds into the trailer he says them. The different lengths of every single cover version of the song "Love means never having to say you're sorry". Word count of British tabloid newspaper articles that mentioned Robbie Williams. It all seemed so random, infuriatingly so, and all of a sudden I just lost my temper.
"What the fuck is this shit?" I yelled, banging the keyboard. "George, what the fuck were you thinking? Why these things, why just these TV shows and songs, what's so special about them? What's your criteria? Fucking shitcock."
I stared into space for a while, amusing myself by thinking up various new swearword combos - nuncocking fuckbiscuit, shitfucking pisstits. A bad habit, but it usually calmed me down. I glanced at the screen, and saw a document I'd already read, about the so-called "Boy Band Conspiracy". According to George, the boy band conspiracy was that none of the boy bands you saw ever went near a recording studio, they were just there for the videos and album covers. He reckoned that a team of ten people made all the boy (and girl) band songs in the world, they could adjust the "flavour" for different groups, so they'd all sound slightly different, just like the big machine that makes those processed chicken nuggets - it's all pigeon gizzards and chicken lips, but by the time they'd been through the machine, they could make 'em taste like strawberries if they wanted to. Listening to some of that boy and girl band shit, George's theory doesn't sound so paranoid. But George had measured the lengths of the songs, and added the figures in, along with the note pitches, chord progressions, and a load of other stuff I didn't understand.
And that was when it clicked. It wasn't a random selection of things that happened to fit this larger pattern. It was everything.
Everything fit the pattern.
I would have to catalogue everything, or as much as I could. The larger the sample size, the more the bigger picture would emerge.
For five days I worked on adding the stuff from the CD to the spreadsheet, then I finished, and had to start adding my own. By this stage I knew how George converted everything to numbers, so I bought a more powerful computer and software to handle the mammoth spreadsheet, and got to work.
Everything I saw, read, watched or did was fair game, ripe for converting into a numerical sequence, and adding to the list. It was all starting to come together. Christmas was coming up, and my family wanted to see me, but my new work was more important. I was a test space monkey, heading out into uncharted territory, and as the adverts will tell you at this time of year, a monkey is for life, not just for Christmas.
The work was getting to me, but it had to be done. I began dreaming numbers, seeing numerical sequences in everything, walking down the street or going to the toilet, it took over my life. There were flickers of understanding at the edge of my mind, hints at what it all meant, but I was too dumb to figure it out. If I'd been half as clever as George, maybe I'd have got there quicker. Maybe that was what drove him insane, he just couldn't get to the bottom of the hidden codes, and had enough. I could understand that. I was almost speaking in numbers by this stage.
A friend of mine, good friend, not just a drinking buddy, had the homosexual equivalent of a pregnancy scare, according to him - he thought he'd caught something nasty, not life threatening, just one of the STDs that people tend to forget about these days. I wanted to be there for him, but I was just too busy with The Work. I couldn't tell him about it, it was too risky. The conversation ended badly, and he hung up on me. Didn't matter. The Work was too important, and I was already heading back to my desk.
I saw Horace one more time, before he died. I was on one of my ever more infrequent trips to get food to keep me going, and I saw him lying in a gutter, rancid in his own filth. A brief spark of humanity flared up in me, despite our last meeting, and I stopped to see if he was okay. I saw blood on his chin, and knew he didn't have long.
"Horace?" I asked. "You okay? You need some help?"
He lifted his head up with an effort, and turned his rheumy eyes on me. I think he recognised me, but I couldn't be sure.
"Are you - are you Benny tied to a tree?" he asked me. I looked around, embarrassed to be seen with him, but too ashamed to just ignore him. It was an old childhood game, one I remembered well. I played along.
"No. No, Horace, I'm not Benny tied to a tree."
Horace smiled, pretended to be frightened, and said "Look out! Benny on the loose! Benny on the loose!" before collapsing into a coughing fit. I realised that in one hand he was clutching a travel-sized Monopoly game, tattered and filthy. I wondered what he felt like when he played with the thousands of fake dollars, how often he wished they were real, how many board game horror stories he had where he was left looking like a fool in a shop trying to buy food with fake money. I left some real notes in his lap, hoping he could tell the difference, and I walked away. Next time I saw him, it was in one of those oh-so-sad-but-who-really-cares-I-didn't-know-him stories in the newspaper. Frozen to death. Yeah, those winter nights are a bitch, all right.
My back was killing me, from days and days on end of hunching over a computer keyboard. I bought a hammock to sleep in, and for a while everything was rosy, hammock heaven just for me, but then my back got used to that and started playing up again. I put lots of cushions in it, which didn't help, so I rigged up a system of mirrors and cushions that would let me type lying on the ground, flat on my back. That did the trick, and I was able to continue The Work.
I was typing up the link between Freddie Starr and Joe Queenan (an almost pathological hatred for Whitney Houston, by the way, in case you're interested), when they impounded my car. Fucking tax had expired, completely slipped my mind, what with my new responsibilities. It was okay, I didn't need a car anyway, they may take our car keys, but they'll never take our freedom, the fascist pigfuckers, all the cars in the world couldn't do that. Yeah, yeah, I know, listen to the crazy conspiracy theorist raging against the machine, backtalking The Man, come and read my fascinatingly detailed teen angst bullshit day log - part 1 to 6 and weep with me at the injustice of a brutal system that makes you pay tax on a car. If only this was the future, I could just leap on my hoverboard and dump manure on them, a regular Marty McFly. But it wasn't, and the evil bloodsucking government took away yet another piece of my life, drooling over the remnants like Kang and Kodos, desperate to pluck away more of my essence.
I don't think I could have picked my car out of the ones on the street, anyway. My memory wasn't what it used to be.
Completely forgot it was Christmas Day. My mother and sister came round, wondering what the hell had happened to me. They had to force open the door, thanks to all the mail piled up against it that I was ignoring. They walked in, found me on the floor, typing, naked, surrounded with mouldy pizza boxes and empty coffee cups, curtains drawn, a fetid reek of unhygienic lions in the air. I gulped, and looked at their frightened faces.
"Uh... this isn't what it looks like," I managed to say, but they were already leaving. It kinda *was* what it looked like, really. And it looked fucking weird.
Started to detect an American bias in the patterns, in that any tv shows, movies or music that came from the States had more of a defined link. But then, to some extent, there's a US-centricity on everything we do or say, their pop culture has permeated our lives so much. Worked out a formula to allow for that, too, and found the same link cropping up. It added a new dimension to the figures, but just meant that everything would take that much longer to do.
Found an article in the Herald-Sun about ANDi, the genetically modified monkey. Identified with him quite strongly. Unlike him, I didn't glow in the dark, but I was definitely put here with a purpose, a task that only I could do. George tried it, couldn't handle it. He wasn't destined for it. I ordered a subscription to the Herald-Sun, just to keep tabs on little ANDi. He was like my twin town, the Avignon to my Colchester. I couldn't explain it. I just knew it was right.
ANDi became a svengali figure to me. I spoke to him regularly, asking his advice, telling him about my day and The Work - he never answered, of course, but it felt good to be telling someone about what I was doing, someone who I knew could never give the game away to anyone else. ANDi was helping me, an oasis of calm in the ever increasing cacophony of confusion that was my daily life. The numbers were getting so complex, I could feel my brain shifting around to make sense of them, new pathways being formed, old pathways abandoned, unnecessary, like mental appendices. ANDi and I were going to get through this together.
Disaster struck. While checking the Herald-Sun headlines, I saw a little sidebar newsflash type thing, talking about an imminent strike by the editors of the whole newspaper group. The editor strike newsflash would mean that no editions of the paper would be printed until their differences were resolved. No news about little ANDi, my Avignon, until the strike was over. I was devastated. It was like watching the stars go out, when I couldn't get any more details of the little glow in the dark rascal. None of the other papers covered the story, they were all too stuffy and concerned with "real" news, a bunch of die hard proponents of old school journalism. It made me want to scream, but there was nothing I could do. I had to continue The Work without the moral support of my little mascot. Could I cope? Would I be able to manage?
And then a miracle happens. I realise that I can still hear him, little ANDi, whispering soft words of encouragement into my ear. For some reason, he has an Irish accent.
It is at this point that I begin seriously questioning my sanity.
Alarm clock wakes me, 6am sharp, ready for the day's Work. Outside, mother nature is sharpening her claws, ready to scratch the shit out of the planet, locked in a sado-masochistic relationship, and the planet loves it, the dirty little bitch. Mother nature can't hurt me, though, I'm the king of the world, the duke of time, the prince of space, guarded by the voice of ANDi, sent here on a mission from the gods themselves. I'm convinced now that it's a holy task, what I'm doing, I have been blessed with the ability to do The Work, where others failed.
I go through the latest batch of printouts, converting, entering data, charting, analysing. The works of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., the amount of liquid latex Dick Smith and Rick Baker used in the movies they did special effects makeup for, the number of cards and dice and playing pieces in the "Which would you rather do?" game (a poorer cousin of "Scruples", but no less important), the size and weight of serial killer Edmund Kemper and the angle at which he buried the skulls that gazed up at his mother's bedroom window ("because she always wanted people to look up to her"), the running time of every film directed by the Alan Smithee pseudonym, the amount of time Sigourney Weaver is on camera in the Aliens Special Edition - all of it, seemingly random, but vital for The Work, vital to unlock the secrets of the universe. It looks like the patterns are not random, someone is putting these hidden meanings in, it's deliberate, everything contains these subliminal traces of the overall picture. I still don't know enough. I have to keep going, faster, bigger, better, more. Time begins to run together for me, to morph and blur into something quite unfamiliar. Through it all, ANDi's voice consoles me, leading me through the valley of tears.
Work is slow today. I have the blue flu again. Furry blue lice crawl in and out of my nostrils, chittering and screeching, making my nose stream and my eyes bleed.
It doesn't affect my mental capacities though, in fact I seem to have James Bond expert syndrome, an ability to recite reams of facts about anything you care to mention. My brain is working in new and exciting ways, storing all the information I previously thought irrelevant, but that I now realise is vital for the continued existence of the human race.
The papers are full of talk about the coming election, talking about what they want. I am worried, I fear that the prime minister is treating the newspapers as political parties, trying desperately to appease them to keep them on side and on message. ANDi soothes my fears, and tells me to take the afternoon off, to try and shake off the flu. I accept, gratefully.
Blue flu takes longer to go than I was expecting. I'm almost completely recovered, but can no longer see out of my left eye. I don't know why.
The Work is getting more difficult, more time consuming. I was hoping to be finished before the election, so I could vote, but it doesn't look like I'm going to have the time.
It's here. The UK general election 2001. I've completely forgotten to register, but I turn up at the polling station anyway. I've made an attempt at cleaning myself up, but still draw stares and gasps from everybody. A firm hand on my arm leads me out before I can even find out if I can vote or not. A policeman. Swine. Hope he doesn't have blue flu, another dose might kill me.
Election results are in - Labour landslide. I wouldn't have voted for the fuckers, even if they'd let me vote. I would have voted for ANDi. I tell him this, and I hear the smile in his voice, the love and admiration - yes, dammit, admiration, why the hell not, I'm doing admirable work. I know I am. ANDi tells me so.
The heating is broken. A guy called Stanley comes round to fix it, and I'm shocked to discover that he is two dimensional, completely flat, like a piece of paper, a piece of art walking around on two legs. He seems to function okay, so I say nothing to him. Flat Stanley fixes the heating without too much trouble, and leaves, seeming a little flustered. Don't know why, I kept my voice down when talking to ANDi, I don't think he heard.
I'm worried. Maybe Flat Stan is a supervillain, out to disrupt my sacred Work? I feel torn between checking him out, and carrying on with my duties, torn right in two like in Superman III when Christopher Reeve fights with himself. Part of me is here, doing The Work, and part of me is behind enemy lines, fighting the good fight, trying to keep things safe for the boys back home.
No sign of Flat Stanley. I think it's safe for now.
I take a trip to Edinburgh Castle to double check some dates that I can't find on the internet anyway. It does me good to get away. Part of the castle looks like the church in Young Sherlock Holmes, when the stained glass knight comes out of the window. I can't say if it's the same location for sure, any movie trivia that doesn't have any number relevance to my Work seems to have just leaked out of my mind, pushed away by everything else. Normally I would try to find out, but there is no time, never enough time. I stand in the rooms where hundreds of years ago, royalty lived, ruled, ate, drank, loved. I try to imagine actually living there, having it as your house, how odd that would be. Sitting at a huge banquet, quaffing ale, throwing chicken drumsticks over your shoulder, deciding on the rules for a perfect food fight, then starting one, but they'd have to let you win, because you're the king, baby.
I stand in the room for hours, ignoring the stares of gaudily-dressed tourists. I am not there, I am the king, for one night I'm the lord of the manor, and even though I'm only rich for a night it fills me with the strength and resolve to continue The Work, fully refreshed.
I can't wait to get back home, though. I've really missed ANDi. I love him.
Start The Work with a renewed energy for life. ANDi says he's never seen me so excited, and we laugh, dancing around the room like giddy teenagers.
Need to pick up some more books, but I need them NOW. I go to the library, even though I'm not a member, and stuff some books under my coat. I spend a few minutes exchanging authors around to cover the gaps so the theft won't be noticed immediately. The librarian smiles at me on my way out, and I smile back, a genuine smile of amusement, because she has no idea what lies beneath my bulky coat - half a shelf's worth of library books. I giggle, and she stops smiling, looking worried. I hurry out.
The books are too heavy, so I'm forced to steal a car to get home. Fucking government took my other car. They'll pay for that.
Pick up a hitcher on the way home, just for some company. I tell him I'm only going to my street, but he doesn't mind. We talk about this and that. He clearly has no idea of The Work I'm doing. I pity him. But it's okay. Soon he will know, the world will know when I unveil the secrets I'm about to unlock. I let the hitcher out at the top of my road, and wave to him as he walks off. Poor deluded fool. But not for long. His eyes will be opened. All our eyes will be opened.
I've had a crippling bout of constipation for three weeks. Feels like a coiled up dragon is sitting in my bowels, clenched to the walls of my intestines, occasionally letting out blasts of fire. I can't concentrate on The Work, but I do it anyway, and keep having to go back to correct stuff.
Constipation is getting worse. Can't concentrate. Every waking moment I can feel it there. It's worse than the blue flu.
I've got to concentrate. Concentrate on the patterns, the numbers, the links. The score in the tennis match sequence in Strangers on a Train. The new world record for a speedboat jump that was set in the chase sequence in Live and Let Die (110 feet). The amount of film printed for the final negative of The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. The length of the car chase in the original (and far superior) version of The Italian Job, compared to its counterpart in the remake.
Can't focus. Losing grip.
Finally manage to clear the blockage and have a shit. Painful. Raw. Bleeding. But relieved, ecstatic, I feel like cycling to the moon and back, jogging around Ireland with a fridge, pulling the stars out of the sky and eating them. It's the best Christmas present I could have hoped for. My family don't even phone me anymore. I don't blame them.
Ironic. Now I have diarrhoea. Typical.
I suddenly realise I've left some copies of the documents from the original CD on my computer at work. I got sacked long ago, but I need to make sure there are no loose ends. Today's a Sunday, so there won't be anyone in. I still have my key.
My desk must have been cleared long ago, no idea where my PC is. Have to search the place, make sure there are no traces.
Start on the 15th floor, work my way down. 15th is accounting, no sign of my machine anywhere. 14th is storage of all the paper accounts, by law you have to keep a record of stuff for so many years, so much for the paperless office. Nothing here. Down to the 13th. Finally, there it is, I recognise the stickers I'd covered it with.
Halfway through wiping the hard drive, a security guard comes in. He questions me, suspicious. I haven't got time for this. He looks like he's got the blue flu, I can't risk getting that again, another dose might kill me, The Work is too important. I am forced to kill him. It's the only way. Blue flu or no blue flu, I can't have witnesses. It's messy, blood and insides everywhere, and now I need to cover my tracks. I leave the bloody nightmare on the 13th floor and come back with cans of petrol. Fire will cleanse this house of sin.
Words tumble over themselves in my head as I run away from the burning building. Killed a man, you've killed a man, can't risk getting caught, can't have witnesses, don't want to be caught, don't want to be caught, I want to be caught -
- must get home to ANDi. He'll know what to do.
Four months since I first killed a man. There have been six others since then. It's hard, but it has to be done. The Work continues. Adding up all the minutes Reggie is late for work in The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin. Converting the musical communication in Close Encounters of the Third Kind to numbers, working out the pattern. Gaps. Gaps in my memory. Gaps in my mind.
I leave the television switched on 24 hours a day now. News channels, entertainment, music, movies, I see it all. The world is gearing up for some sort of war on Iraq, I have no idea why, the numbers don't match up, I've done the research, my patterns don't show anything. I've tried telling them, can't get through no matter how many times I call. Phone is probably bugged now. Bush says you're either with us or you're against us. He has no idea. I am not of this, I am not of anything now but The Work. If there is a war, I will find the patterns. If there is peace, I will the patterns in that. It is all the same to me. I don't know how to make war, but I know how to make the numbers add up.
It's killing me. I can't match up Five Go Mad in Dorset with Worzel Gummidge, the numbers don't match, they aren't linked. Where is the link? Why can't I see it?
Spend an hour downloading "Iraq's Weapons of Mass Destruction - The Assessment of the British Government", the website's being hit by heavy traffic. I'm not interested in the impending war or weapons or any of that shit. I just need it for the numbers. Salvation! It gives me the link between Dorset and Gummidge, and unlocks several other items I was having trouble with. It's all becoming clearer. ANDi and I celebrate with some beers.
Have weird dreams, where dwarves are putting on a stage production of A Clockwork Orange, starring Barbra Streisand and the Mr Men. Satan is back in them too, telling me I've got to do a job for him. I tell him to get lost, that I'm too busy, and anyway, I do holy Work. He smiles, then laughs, a great, gut-bursting laugh, puts his arm around me like we've been best friends for years, and says "you shall sit on my right side in Hell".
Wake up, feverish, the dream still fresh in my mind. And that's when I realise who is planting the hidden messages in everything. It's Satan.
I don't know what he's up to, but I know that only I know he's doing it. It's all clear to me now, I have to find the final links and expose his evil plan. Once we've found out what he is doing, we can put a stop to it, to him, to evil, once and for all. If I can do it before I lose my mind completely.
More war on the television. Bush, the ultimate war showman, the war magician, is pulling facts and figures out of his ass and pretending they're rabbits. Well I know a rabbit when I see one. And they ain't no rabbits. ANDi laughs when I say this. He thinks rabbits are stupid. I love ANDi. Tonight we will make love for the first time.
ANDi and I have entered a new, beautiful phase in our relationship. Moving into the physical stage has only deepened our love for one another. At night, he reads me a short story from my collection, and we hold each other until sleep takes us. I can't wait until The Work is finished, and we can be together forever.
More numbers uncovered, more patterns exposed, more of Satan's treachery laid bare. I am one of two cast members in my own personal movie of heroism, also starring a telephone as "The Telephone", a television as "The Television", and with a special appearance by ANDi as himself.
The Work is hurting me, there's no doubt about that, but it's for the best. ANDi will help me. ANDi is God. And God loves me.
Wake up, groggy, to find a frog in the room, drinking from a puddle of spilt beer. I cough, and the frog looks up, then staggers away, drunk. For a moment I am gripped with fear, wondering what happens if and when frogs go bad, are they like rats, if you corner them do they go for the throat? I grab the frog, jam it into the old typewriter I use as a paperweight, and mash down the carriage return key over and over, until frogslime oozes out. Extreme, but necessary. ANDi tells me I've done the right thing. I trust him. I love him.
I wash the gunk off my fingers. Kenny Everett is on the television, the sound off, but I know the sketch off by heart anyway. I say the words out loud, filling the silence, my almost lifeless voice making a mockery of the comedy show. But I never claimed to be a comedian. Just a warrior for Jesus. Jesus my genetically modified monkey lover.
Whole day wasted today. Apartment is filled with frogs. I spend the day stabbing them with pencils, and screaming for the Lord to save me. Satan sends me these things to try and shake me off, stop me doing The Work. But nothing can stop me.
Christmas is coming. I must fast. Can't get distracted from The Work.
Break my fast. I'm having panic attacks and palpitations. Need food. I'm heavily into The Work at the moment, cataloguing and converting everything I can. I have to unlock the pattern. I have to prove to ANDi that I'm worthy.
More gaps in my mind. Like Swiss cheese. Or those biscuits... what are they called? Biscuits.
The war on Iraq has started. War on Iraq 2003, all new and improved, better than the 1991 version, in colour, in bomb-o-vision. Some people think it's a good thing, some bad. I'll wait and see what the numbers are like. It's all about the numbers.
I've got another dose of the blue flu. It's worse than ever this time, the blue lice are inside my brain this time, coming out of my eyes. My left eye is already ruined from the last time, if I lose the other, then The Work is over, and all is lost.
Lice. Lice eating me up inside. Go to doctor, demand help. Doctor says there's nothing wrong, I'm perfectly normal. Look at me, I scream, do I look FUCKING NORMAL?
Kill him
Had to kill him
Coping. Just coping. The Work too important. Blue flu slow me down. Getting mind spasms every hour, on the hour. Take all day to go through Julian Clary's double entendres in a video of his live show. All day. Too slow. Need help.
ANDi doing what he can. Not enough.
Break into pharmacy. Steal pills. Helps a bit. ANDi been a rock, my rock, the rock on which I will build my church.
Nagging feeling inside. Not blue flu. Something else. Something I've missed. Something bad.
Shite. Heavier mind spasms. Memory completely gone now. Forgetting everything. Lucky all backed up, CDs, printouts, no problems.
Bad. Bad shit. There's bad shit going down. Don't know what. I can hear Satan laughing at me. Hate him. ANDi loves me. We will beat the devil, together.
Blue flu getting worse. Eyesight going. Spasm. Need to complete The Work. Nearly there. Must finish before valentine's day, that's when me and ANDi get married. We've invited all our friends. our special friends.
The Work nearly finished. so close. so close I can feel it.
oh god oh god oh god
work finished
all gone wrong
all the messages, all linked, all put by satan - no secret plan - he just put them in there, like poisoning babyfood, poisoning our minds with evil - some people can resist, most cant, its how he gets to us, how he keeps us full of hate and fear and anger, using our own consumerism against us, we are buying our own destruction, if we cant afford it we steal it, must have it, dont know why we need it, crack, never enough, always want more
i been filling my hea d with all his poison, not meant to be all for one, supposed to be diluted, all the darkness comes from his numbers, the numbers he put there to destroy us
there no plan, no message we can stop, no, cant do anything about it - doomed - all doomed
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Spasm (?), n. [F. spasme, L. spasmus, Gr. , from , , to draw, to cause convulsion. Cf. Span, v. t.]
1. Med.
An involuntary and unnatural contraction of one or more muscles or muscular fibers.
Spasms are usually either clonic or tonic. In clonic spasm, the muscles or muscular fibers contract and relax alternately in very quick succession. In tonic spasm, the contraction is steady and uniform, and continues for a comparatively long time, as in tetanus.
A sudden, violent, and temporary effort or emotion; as, a spasm of repentance.
Cynic spasm Med. See under Cynic. -- Spasm of the chest. See Angina pectoris, under Angina.
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Сводная информация по документу: Асоцький, В. В. Особливості виявів тривожності у пожежних-рятувальників Державної служби України з надзвичайних ситуацій / В. В. Асоцький // Збірник наукових праць Національної академії Державної прикордонної служби України. Серія: педагогічні та психологічні науки / [гол. ред. В. В. Райко]. – Хмельницький : Видавництво НАДПСУ, 2014. – № 3(72). – С. 259-270.
Аннотация (укр.): У статті йдеться про негативний вплив підвищеного рівня тривожності на професійну діяльність пожежних-рятувальників ДСНС України. Визначено, що тривожність пожежних-рятувальників має свою специфіку, що пов'язано з підвищеною небезпекою, фізичними та психологічними перевантаженнями, напруженістю та інтенсивністю професійної діяльності. Проведеним дослідженням встановлено, що найбільш тривожними є "молоді" пожежні-рятувальники з незначним строком служби в підрозділах ДСНС України.
Аннотация (англ.): Th e article is devoted to the negative impact of high anxiety level on human activities, and professional activities of fi remen and rescuers of State Emergency Service of Ukraine, in particular. It is noted that the eff ectiveness of professional activities of professional activities of fi remen and rescuers depends on genetically-based personality traits and professionally important qualities, one of which is the level of anxiety. It is determined that the high level of anxiety has a negative impact on the functioning of cognitive processes and, consequently, leads to ineffi cient operations. Th us, an increased level of anxiety is one of the risk factors that carry adverse eff ects on adaptation abilities in stressful situations as well as leads to a narrowing of the fi eld of attention, impaired intellectual processes. It is noted that people with high anxiety level are more successful when dealing with light tasks than ones with low level. When performing complex tasks, however, people with lower level of anxiety are more successful. It is determined that fi re-rescue specialists' anxiety has its own specifi cs, which is associated with increased risk, physical and psychological overload, strength and intensity of professional activity. Increased anxiety may be a component of some diseases, it breaks the correctness of professional fi rerescue operations. Conducted research has been found that the most anxious are "young" fi re-rescue workers with small experience in service, that indicates the presence of uncertainty in their own abilities, the desire to avoid critical situations, the tendency to feel fear. Th is can lead to the breakdown of adaptation processes of stress, nervousness, which had an unfavorable impact on their careers. Th ey are more prone to nervous breakdowns, aff ective reactions in situations where it is about their competence in certain matters of prestige. It is needless to emphasize the results of their activities or behaviors, categorically against them tone or such, expressing doubt – can lead to confl icts, create all kinds of psychological barriers that prevent eff ective interaction with them. It is noted that anxious employees of fi re-rescue divisions of State Emergency Service of Ukraine made dangerously high demands, even in situations where they are objectively feasible for them. Inadequate requirements perception and response to them can delay and even prevent the execution of any task.


All the times I went over to Micah's house and found all sorts of crazy, funny things happening, my favorite of which being him playing video games upstairs in his room, turning to me and saying "Hey Nic, let's make a flamethrower." We had to ask permission first, of course, but after we had the supplies(WD-40 and a lighter) it turned out to be extremely fun!! Anika and Arthur were with us and Micah asked Anika to record it for us. Video here. It's 7 seconds long. I loved it when Mikey came up with random, crazy things to do!


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Wild end skid with 3-2 win against Jets
By James O'BrienDec 29, 2014, 11:07 PM EST
Earlier today, PHT labeled Monday's game the biggest of the Winnipeg Jets' season, but it was pretty important for the Minnesota Wild as well. Ultimately, the Wild took it 3-2, ending a five-game losing streak in the process.
Darcy Kuemper hasn't been immune to criticisms about Minnesota's goaltending, yet he came up big today, stopping 28 out of 30 shots. He didn't give up a single goal at even strength and shut down Winnipeg's offense after Mathieu Perreault scored 20 seconds into the second period.
From that point on, Minnesota turned a 2-0 deficit into a 3-2 win in large part thanks to hard work.
Head coach Mike Yeo was very happy with his team's efforts:
"Our guys did a great job staying with it," Yeo said. "I'm real happy with the way we played the game, the contributions from everybody."
The win keeps Minnesota within shouting distance of one of the wild card spots out West. While Winnipeg still holds a seven-point advantage in standings points, Minnesota has three games in hand, so a streak one way or the other could swing things considerably.
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Q: Bizarre String.Index error in Xcode 7.0beta5: 'advancedBy' method not available Going in circles trying to figure out why the first line below won't compile. This is just a playground but it doesn't matter if it's part of an App, same problem. Xcode 7beta5 / Swift.
Error is: 'Index' does not have a member named 'advancedBy'
"Why doesn't this work".startIndex.advancedBy(3) // Won't compile

"This does work".startIndex.successor() // Works
"So does this".endIndex.predecessor() // Works

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Q: REST analog of SP.Utilities.Utility.formatDateTime I would be very glad if someone help me, I am trying to find REST analog of SP.Utilities.Utility.formatDateTime function:
var context = new SP.ClientContext.get_current();
var web = context.get_web();
var date = SP.Utilities.Utility.formatDateTime(context, web, new Date(), SP.Utilities.DateTimeFormat.DateTime);
context.executeQueryAsync(function() { console.log(date);});

A: Theoretically, according to this MSDN page it should be possible:
https://msdn.microsoft.com/en-us/library/office/dn292556.aspx
However, I have yet to figure out what to send in as the first 2 parameters (context, web).
The request should look something like this:
https://testsite.sharepoint.com/subsite/_api/SP.Utilities.Utility.formatDateTime(???,???,'2005-5-5',1)
if anyone can help crack this even more - would be greatly appreciated.
I hope this is at least a part of the answer.


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Finance Watch welcomes EU Biodiversity Strategy 2030, calls for strong public funding and governance frameworks
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Brussels, 22 May 2020 – Finance Watch welcomes the release of the EU Biodiversity Strategy 2030 and its headline commitment to put Europe's biodiversity on the path to recovery by 2030. The key to funding this will be to unlock public funding at national level via the EU Semester, and at the EU level via the post-Covid recovery package.
For finance to become truly sustainable, we need to think differently about its development and about how it impacts on society and the economy.
Ludovic Suttor-Sorel, Research and Campaign Officer and the co-author of Finance Watch's May 2020 report on biodiversity financing, "Nature's Return", said:
"The strategy's ambitious goals – such halving the use and risk of chemical pesticides, increasing organic farming or setting legally-binding restoration targets – are desperately needed to protect our environment from potentially catastrophic decline. It must be funded with the right mix of sources. Most conservation and restoration projects are not 'bankable' and will need significant public funding, while private investment is better suited to supporting transition projects. The strategy released today contains all the components, the EU just needs to promote them in the right combination."
Benoît Lallemand, Secretary General of Finance Watch, said:
"Today's International Day for Biological Diversity reminds us of the importance of working together to transform our economy to live in harmony with nature. With its Biodiversity Strategy 2030, the European Union sends a strong signal to the world. Given the urgency of the situation, we must speed up the process for a binding biodiversity governance framework – including its financing component – to steer the implementation of commitments agreed at national, European or international level."
Finance Watch comments as follows:
We welcome commitment to create a legislative environment which would enable private finance to play a greater role within its limits. The finalisation of the EU sustainable taxonomy and the ongoing reform of the non-financial corporate reporting framework can substantially improve the chain of ESG information between the real economy, investors and other stakeholders. Ensuring that biodiversity is well included may help to discourage biodiversity loss at source. Blended finance mechanisms can also help increase the role of private finance by reinforcing the attractiveness of some nature-related projects. But policymakers cannot expect too much from this approach, as there are inadequacies between private finance as we know it and the financial characteristics of most nature-related projects.
The strategy rightly makes the case for more and better mobilisation of public funding to tackle biodiversity loss. However, strengthening the EU biodiversity proofing framework to ensure that EU funding supports biodiversity-friendly investments won't be enough. To close the funding gap for environmental targets, further increasing the amount of public funding dedicated to nature is required. An ambitious post-COVID Recovery Package aligned with the Green Deal and its biodiversity chapter is a timely opportunity to close this gap.
Building a new biodiversity governance framework is indeed key to steer the implementation of biodiversity commitments agreed at national, European or international level. Therefore, we are skeptical about the choice of a non-binding approach for this governance framework, and regret that this approach will only be considered after the 2023 assessment. The strategy also lacks important specifications on how it will contribute to the EU Semester. Integrating environmental goals fully in the EU Semester with at least the same priority and attention as economic and financial objectives is necessary to increase public investment in nature at member state level.
We strongly support the plan to develop methods, criteria and standards to measure the impacts of products and organisations on the environment. These are essential for economic and financial decision-making. Civil society, academia, environmental and finance experts among others should be involved in their elaboration to help avoid risks, such as misapplying natural capital accounting techniques in ways that might undermine biodiversity goals.
While we welcome EC's willingness to promote tax systems and pricing that better reflect environmental costs, the strategy lacks concrete steps towards this result. A greater environmental focus of related economic instruments is key to shift profitability away from unsustainable activities, therefore incentivising a significant redirection of capital flows towards sustainable ones. Given the EU's limited competence over Member States' tax policies, concrete proposals on how to achieve this objective are needed.
For further details or to request an interview, please contact Finance Watch's Head of Communication and Networks, Charlotte Geiger, at charlotte.geiger@finance-watch.org or telephone 0032/474 331031.
On 20 May 2020, the European Commission presented its "EU Biodiversity Strategy for 2030 – Bringing nature back into our lives". A funding gap of at least €20 billion a year is mentioned in the strategy (3.3.2. Investments, pricing and taxation): "To meet the needs of this strategy, including investment priorities for Natura 2000 and green infrastructure, at least €20 billion a year should be unlocked for spending on nature."
At the same time, for the EU to meet its environmental objectives, the European Commission recently estimated the funding gap to be around EUR 400 billion a year up to 2030 – including 260 billion for climate and 100-150 billion for other environmental objectives such as biodiversity conservation and restoration. (Source: Sustainable Europe Investment Plan – European Green Deal Investment Plan, 14 January 2020)
Illustrating the limits of private finance when it comes to biodiversity, recent evidence shows that ~80% of worldwide biodiversity-related investment comes from public sources (USD 70bn), in sharp contrast with a small share coming from private sources (USD 14bn). (Source: OECD's "A Comprehensive Overview of Global Biodiversity Finance", April 2020)
Finance Watch's new report, "Nature's Return – Embedding environmental goals at the heart of economic and financial decision-making" was published on 4 May 2020. The report's four recommendations are:
Fully integrate and prioritise environmental objectives, including biodiversity, in the EU Semester;
Review the EU's system for tracking the impact of public budgets on nature and biodiversity;
Mandate the Sustainable Finance Platform to develop a harmonised system of metrics and methodologies to assess the impacts, risks, and dependencies of economic and financial activities on biodiversity and nature; and
Assess the effectiveness and suitability of existing and new economic instruments against their environmental objectives.
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A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another (John 13:34-35 ESV).
In John's Gospel, Jesus performs a sign and then explains it. Here the sign is dramatic—Jesus assumes the role of a slave and washes the feet of the disciples. He then gives them a commandment: love one another (v 34). Both the sign and the commandment are equally dramatic.
John uses the word commandment four times in his Gospel. In the first two uses, Jesus responds commands from and to God the Father: but the Father who sent me has himself given me a commandment– what to say and what to speak. And I know that his commandment is eternal life (John 12:49-50). The third and fourth commandments are the same: love one another (v 34 and John 15:12). Washing feet—an attitude of service—is the sign that goes with the love commandment. Love is the only commandment in John's Gospel.
The idea that Jesus commanded us to love one another is not in dispute. In Matthew 22:36-40, Jesus commands us to love God and our neighbor. On these two statements of love hang the law and the prophets. In other words, the double love command summarizes the entire Old Testament. Similar statements can be found in the writings of Paul, James, and Peter.
Still, the foot washing sign raises some interesting comparisons. For example, Jesus is not the first foot-washer that we meet in John Gospel—that honor goes to Mary in chapter 12. Mary anointed Jesus' feet with perfume and wiped his feet with her hair. In chapter 12 Judas objects to Mary's foot washing; in chapter 13 Peter objects. Was Jesus so impressed with Mary's service that he required it of his disciples? Were the disciples so unhappy with the idea of radical servanthood that they betrayed Jesus?
The other interesting comparison is between foot washing and communion. John's Gospel is the only Gospel account to discuss foot washing at the last supper and he neglects to mention communion which is the focus of other accounts (Luke 22:13-20; 1 Corinthians 11:23-29). By contrast, John's miracle of the feeding of five thousand where Jesus says–I am the bread of life (John 6:35 ESV)—has the sacramental feeling of communion.
Here John appears to have provided us a radical model of discipleship which substitutes a model of discipleship focused on service both in intimate moments (the last supper) and in public moments (the feeding of the five thousand). This reading suggests that John's communion is an outsider's communion (the feeding of the five thousand) rather than an insider's communion (disciples only) because it fits his model of discipleship better.
One further comparison is worth mentioning. The foot washing incident in Luke 7:36-50 involves an unnamed woman who anoints Jesus' feet with ointment. In that incident, it is Jesus' host, a Pharisee, who objects to the foot washing.
Jesus' lesson on foot washing is a hard teaching–a disciple is one who serves; one who loves. Left to myself, I object. Do you?
What does it mean to be Christ's disciple?
What do we learn about the time and place of this chapter in verse 1?
How was Jesus dressed as he washes their feet? (v 4).
Why is the foot-washing discussion (vv 12-17) bracketed by Jesus' hints about Judas?
What is your take on the discussion with Peter? (vv 36-38) Why is it significant? Or not?
Who started the foot washing in John's Gospel? (Hint: see chapter 12) Why is it important?


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Will Ducati Corse Join with Ducati Panigale V4 R in the Endurance World Championship and Suzuka 8-Hour?
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Will a Ducati Corse factory team join the Endurance World Championship and Suzuka 8-Hours?
The manufacturer is now supporting privateer teams in the championship.
Ducati didn't shoot down the idea but outlined that it'll be a large challenge should they decide to.
Ducati obtained significant results in their comeback bid in the WorldSBK with the Ducati Panigale V4 R (Alvaro Bautista's cock ups notwithstanding) this season. But will a factory Ducati Corse team join the Endurance World Championship and Suzuka 8-Hours?
The designer of the Ducati 916, the late-Massimo Tamburini had envisioned to race his creation in endurance events including the prestigious Suzuka 8-Hours. That's why he gave the bike a single-sided swingarm. In fact, he admitted that the 916's swingarm was heavier than the regular twin-spar swingarms of its contemporaries, but it facilitates faster rear wheel changes.
The design became a Ducati signature and tradition which is carried on all the way to the latest high-end Panigales including the Ducati Panigale V4 R.
Point is, endurance racing is missing in Ducati's motorsports dossier.
Italian magazine GPOne.com spoke to Ducati Corse Sporting Director, Paolo Ciabatti about such prospects. Ciabatti didn't kill the idea outright but gave a "not yet."
The 2020 EWC season has begun and Ducati will participate only in a supporting role.
"In my opinion, if we ever decide to participate in the Suzuka 8-Hours in an official way at Ducati, it will be our own project which will require a great deal of effort," he told GPOne. "We have to plan test on the track when it is available; we have to field the best riders available in the Ducati family; and then we have to think that to win there, the Bridgestone tyres must be used."
"A challenge in the challenge. It is fascinating, but if Ducati decides to participate, it will do so to fight for victory."
What he meant by "our own project" means that it'll be Ducati Corse factory effort and not in partner with endurance race teams.
Sources: GPOne via Asphalt & Rubber
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Selena Gomez Insists She Has 'Zero Bad Intention' After Being Accused of Mocking Hailey Bieber
The 'Only Murders in the Building' actress has issued an apology after fans believe she's being 'shady' towards her ex-boyfriend Justin Bieber's wife over skincare video.
AceShowbiz –Selena Gomez is setting the record straight that she has no bad blood with Hailey Bieber (Hailey Baldwin). The "Only Murders in the Building" actress has insisted that she has "zero bad intention" after she was accused of mocking her ex-boyfriend Justin Bieber's wife on social media.
Making use of her TikTok account on Wednesday, May 11, the 29-year-old singer/actress wrote, "This is why I believe in taking care of your mental health," before adding, "Guys no idea what I did but I really am sorry. Zero bad intention. Deleting soon." She later turned off all the comments in the comment section of her controversial video.
Selena Gomez released a statement after fans accused her of making fun of Hailey Bieber on TikTok.
In the said clip, Selena could be seen demonstrating her skincare routine. At one point, she appeared to roll her eyes, prompting some fans to speculate that she's being "shady" towards Hailey, who posted a "Get Ready With Me" clip a few hours earlier.
While the "Lose You to Love Me" hitmaker's video made no mention of Hailey, some fans called out the timing of the video and jumped to the conclusion that it was somehow mocking the 25-year-old model's clip. "Lol I know who she's referring to," one person commented, while another chimed in, "Wait.. is she trynna [sic] make fun of you know who."
"It's giving I'm a performative loser who blatantly gets away with bullying other women," said a separate TikTok user. A fourth commented about "the way [Selena] twisted her eyes in every step."
Last month, Hailey begged social media trolls to "leave" her "alone" after she posted herself lip-synching to a TikTok version of Justin's "One Time", in which Justin allegedly sings about Selena. "Enough time has gone by where it's valid to leave me alone. I beg of you. Truly. That's my only request. Be miserable somewhere else, please," she said in a video posted on April 12. In the caption of her post, she stressed, "This is for you guys in my comments every single time I post."
Back in October 2019, Selena asked her fans to "be kind" after Hailey received hate over her song "Look at Her Now" which seemingly addresses her breakup with Justin. Though Selena didn't mention the model by name, she said, "I am grateful for the response that the song is getting. I'm so grateful. However, I do not stand for women tearing women down."
"I will never, ever be by that. So please be kind to everyone," Selena continued. The "Spring Breakers" actress added, "It doesn't matter what the situation is, if you're my fans don't be rude to anybody, please."
Selena and Justin were first romantically linked in 2011. They dated on-and-off for a few years before calling it quits for good in early 2018. Just five months later, Justin quietly married Hailey at a New York City courthouse, which later sparked a feud between fans of the model and former Disney star.
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Jeffrey M. Frederick served three terms in the House of Delegates, the lower body of the General Assembly of Virginia representing parts of Northern Virginia and the Washington, D.C. suburbs. He is the first Latino to be elected to any position in Virginia state government in its long 400-plus year history.
Jeff is also the former Chairman of the Republican Party of Virginia, and a former member of the 168-member Republican National Committee.
When elected to the legislature, Jeff was the youngest member of the General Assembly, and when elected chairman, was the youngest state GOP Chief in the nation.
During his legislative career, Mr. Frederick was a member of four standing committees: Finance; Transportation; Health, Welfare, and Institutions; and Privileges and Elections. He was first elected in November 2003, re-elected in November 2005, and again in November 2007 with 59% of the vote — in what many viewed as a strongly Democratic-leaning district.
He has served on several boards and commissions, among them the Northern Virginia Transportation Authority, and the Virginia Small Business Commission, where he was Chairman. He is a prior board member of both the Hispanic Business Roundtable and the Latino Coalition.
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Mr. Frederick has been featured on a variety of national and local television outlets (including Fox News, CNN, MSNBC, NBC4, and NewsChannel8), radio and print media, and has written for publications such as the Washington Times and the Richmond Times-Dispatch.
Professionally, Jeff is a career long entrepreneur having spent the last twenty-plus years running companies and organizations, with a solid background in information technology, beverage, real estate, public affairs and policy, and political/issue campaigns/advocacy. He is currently "Prime Minister" (President/CEO) of Brew Republic Bierwerks, a brewery he founded in 2014.
Jeff is a graduate of Oxford College and Emory University with degrees in economics and political science. He is a lifelong sailor who has been skippering boats (big and small) since childhood, an avid alpine skier, private pilot, beer enthusiast, and notwithstanding as uncharacteristic it may seem, a crazy fan of EDM (electronic dance music). He's also been, through thick and thin, a Redskins fan since he could say "football". In his younger years, Jeff was a high level competitor in swimming and cycling.
Jeff is a Virginia native (born in Fairfax hospital). He lives in Montclair with his children Grace, Isabel, and Michael. They attend All Saints Church in Woodbridge, Virginia.
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Lyme Community Primary: Suspense Story!
In English, Y5 have been learning about how to build suspense in their writing. We have explored a story called 'Francis' which is about a girl who rows her boat into the middle of a lake and hears knocks on the bottom of the boat. We have listened to how the narrator reads the story and found where the author has built tension.
The first time we heard the story we turned the lights off and made the room really spooky. We turned our tables upside down and pretended that we were in the boat instead of Francis!


This island emerged gradually over 15,000 years ago. As the glaciers receded, the island rose above lake level and the erosive action of the ancient Great Lakes agains the island's limestone bedrock created the many cliffs and rock formation that you can see today. The island is an American National Historic Landmark which was established in 1817. No cars are allowed on the island. Instead of car engines, you will hear horse hooves clip-clopping along the roads. For transportation you have a choice of walking, bicycling, horse and carriage or horseback riding. The majority of the island is owned by the park service and offers many dog-friendly hiking trails and picnic areas. The island offers a downtown area with dog-friendly hotels, vacation rentals, outdoor dining and scenic views. Also worth noting are the many fudge shops on the island and you can purchase fudge at stores and restaurants throughout downtown. The boardwalk, located west of the downtown area, offers the best spot for watching sunsets. This is also a popular walking area in the evening hours or for enjoying a picnic at one of the many picnic tables. In the late evening hours, the Northern Lights, also known as the aurora borealis, can often be seen year-round. To get to the island, you will need to take one of the three ferries, all of which allow leashed dogs.
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