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Raven Elyse: Age, Husband, Career, and Net Worth
By Akash Bhardwaj
Raven Elyse is active on various social media platforms. You may track her as @ravenelyse on his Instagram account. On her Instagram account, she has 369K followers. You will also follow her as @RavenelyseTv on her Twitter handle. On her Twitter account, she has 76.6 K followers.
With over a million fans on her channel, she has earned much popularity on the platform YouTube. RAVEN ELYSE having subscribers 1.77 million and total views – 242,208,194 views in her just 735 videos. If you want to know more about her, here are we. In this article, we have discussed everything about Rave Elyse i.e. Raven Elyse (YouTuber): Age, Husband, Career, and Net Worth!
Who is Raven Elyse?
Raven Elyse, often known as Ray, is a well-known YouTuber who specializes in making beauty and fashion videos. RayBabyRay was the name of her well-known Tumblr site. She manages to juggle her roles as a working mother and a mother of two with ease.
What further information do you require about her? If the answer is yes, then we're here to provide you with Raven Elyse's biography, Net Worth in 2021, as well as her age, height, and weight, as well as information on her partner, kid, and other relationships.
Raven Elyse – Early Life
We know Raven Elyse since a child. She was born on the 17th of September back in the year 1993. Known online as Ray or RayRay, she is a fashion and beauty vlogger from the United States. Her Tumblr site, RayBabyRay, is extremely famous because of its authorship. More information may be found in the following articles.
Tony and Allen's parents gave birth to her in Austin, Texas. It's a product of the people of the United States, Ireland, France, and Jamaica, among others.
In 2016, she gave birth to a girl they called Saiya, who is named after her ex-boyfriend Chris. More information may be found on Instagram.
In February 2013, Elyse started a YouTube channel. In addition, she made her debut video an OOTD-Mixing Prints post. Her second video was a makeup lesson in which she demonstrated how she would apply makeup on a typical day. The Severe Cynics Acne and My Acne Journey 2012-13 were her next vlogs. In this video, she also discussed her experience with cystic acne and how she overcome it. There was a lot of good reaction to Elyse's video, as seen by a large number of likes and comments.
It was also on June 20th, 2013, that she released her vlog "Draw My Life," in which she discussed her love in fashion growing up and how she was tormented as a youngster. Elyse talked about her life after high school and how she met her partner in the video.
Her experience with cyberbullies was also shown in the heartfelt video, as was her response to them. She has built a solid following by consistently providing a wide range of content and has become well-known in the process. As of December 2018, she has over a million subscribers to her YouTube channel. Similarly, "Ziya's HAIR ROUTINE | Toddler Curly Hair Tutorial" is one of her most popular videos.
More than 5 million people have viewed it at the same time. In this video, the YouTuber demonstrates how to style curly kid's hair. Aside from posting vlogs about her daily activities, Elyse is also active on YouTube. Pregnancy videos and maternity stories abound on the channel, making it a valuable resource for teenagers and young adults.
Is Raven Elyse Dating?
From what we can tell from her public dating history, Raven Elyse is perhaps single with no prior marriage to her name. Raven Elyse hasn't had a boyfriend or girlfriend since June 2021.
Relationship History: Raven Elyse has never been in a relationship that we know of. You might be able to assist us in compiling Raven Elyse's dating history!
Raven Elyse Net Worth
As a well-known YouTuber, Raven Elyse makes most of her money through views, blogging, and brand endorsements. Raven's net worth is expected to reach $1.5 Million by 2021, according to these estimates. Here is some information about her.
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Age, Height, and Weight of Raven Elyse
If the above information doesn't please you, here is some more relevant information for you.
Full Name: Raven Elyse Scott
Nicknames: Raven Elyse
Birthday: September 17, 1993
Birthplace: Austin, Texas, US
Current Residence: United States
Education: University of North Texas
Profession: YouTube personality
Ethnicity/Race: She s of Native American, Irish, French and Jamaican ancestry
Religion: Not Available
Children: one daughter named Ziya
Net Worth: Not Available
Height: 5 feet 5 inches (approx)
That's all with Raven Elyse. All the information regarding her is given above. If anything is missing you can let us know in the comment section below. I hope you like the article about Raven Elyse. Also do let us know if you have any relevant information regarding her.
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When you think of the connected home, your mind is immediately filled with images of gleaming white one-off boxes containing a Nest, or the yet-unrealized promise of Apple's HomeKit and Google's Brillo. You certainly don't think of Fuhu, manufacturer of affordable children's tablets. That may be about to change.
While important details like pricing and exact availability remain elusive, Fuhu today has planted a flag—or rather, a variety of sensors—in the smart home space. Specifically, it hopes to provide a complete connected home, one that provides data designed specifically for parental peace of mind. Devices could range from an air quality sensor, to a button that keeps track of nursing times and duration, to a baby-wearable that notes sleeping patterns, oxygen levels, heart rate, and more.
Fuhu might seem like an unlikely source for such an aggressive release. While it also produces a kid-friendly camera and pair of headphones, it's best-known for a range of tablets for tiny fingers. Adding as many as seven (or more) objects to that mix makes for a much broader portfolio. It all makes sense, though, Fuhu co-founder and President Robb Fujioka tells WIRED, if you consider it part of the company's broader mission.
Fujioka points to Nest and Dropbox as examples of one-off smart devices that leave people in search of a more comprehensive plan wanting. The integrated, whole-home solutions that do exist, meanwhile, tend to be exorbitantly pricey. Fuhu proposes a happy—or at least, more manageable—medium. While the company will start with just four sensor-enabled objects in stores this holiday season, it plans to eventually broaden out by bundling its wares into age-appropriate packages. An imagined "Peace of Mind" bundle, for instance, could include a connected baby monitor, bottle, room monitor, nightlight, and scale, while a "3-5 Year Old Bundle" might focus more on wearables and communication tools.
As for price, Fujioka won't say for now. He's optimistic that his products will be a relative bargain, though, especially in a field where costs are often bloated. "The fundamental challenge for IoT guys is that many of them are approaching the business from a Kickstarter standpoint… the cost, quality, all of those things suffer when you're going at it from a low-volume perspective." Fuhu, meanwhile, has a sizable footprint that it hopes to translate into lower prices. Besides, it's a company that's not exactly known for sticker shock; the same people who sell a $100 tablet probably aren't gunning for a $300 connected nightlight.
It's true that parents—well, a lot of them anyway—are keen to track their child's development; whether that impulse extends to a diaper-change-counting spotlight (one of the proposed devices) remains to be seen. Quantifying your kid certainly has plenty of benefits, but knowing a baby's routine down to every last minute and ounce sounds a little like focusing so much on leaves, you miss the tree. Talk about helicopter parents.
And even those parents who do want a wearable device that "records and reports a child's entire day," as the 3-5 Year Old Bundle's wearable proposes to, will have to reconcile all of that data collection with one of the other hesitations that have held up smart home adoption: security. While there hasn't been a significant number of reported breaches, connected devices are inherently vulnerable. It's easy enough to laugh off those concerns when they're centered on your fridge, but a five-year-old commands an extra bit of caution.
Fujikoa's confident, though, that his company has addressed the security issues, both through its own in-house measures and by partnering with Intel.
Besides, there's still plenty of time to allay any concerns; it'll be several months before the first devices hit stores, and the full bundles won't be available until early next year. Whether Fuhu has figured out how to make the smart home truly take off will depend a lot on pricing and how well these products actually, well... work.
At the very least, though, it's an approach to the connected home that really does feel focused, cohesive, and (probably) affordable. And for a certain kind of parent, it's a whole lot of technology that adds up to some good old fashioned peace of mind.


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Q: How to Detect Back button click I am working on an HTML website where I have 4 divs in an index.html page.
Earlier on clicking the div section used to expand it and the other section became smaller in width.
Then the client asked to make sure that the URL was changed when we click any of the div.
Suppose we click the div called test. The page url shoul become /test.html, without the page reloading. I have implemented this functionality using the history API.
Now when I click on the test div and the url becomes /test.html and then if I click a link, it redirects to another page.
From this page, if I click on the browser back button, then it takes me to /test.html which does not exist and we get a 404 error.
I tried making a redirection page called test.html which redirects back to the index.html page, but we get a blink while doing so.
What I want to ask is whether there is a solution for this problem?

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This will redirect test.html to the original html file when the user presses the back button and navigates to test.html while the browser address bar still displays test.html. From here, you should be able to detect the address in javascript and display the appropriate div.
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Delhi Police chief gets powers to detain under NSA, cops say it's nothing new
Under NSA, a person need not be informed of charges for 10 days, can be detained without charge for up to 12 months and doesn't get a lawyer.
Ananya Bhardwaj and Debayan Roy
Delhi Police (file photo) | Photo: Suraj Singh Bisht | ThePrint
New Delhi: The Lieutenant Governor of Delhi late Friday passed an order conferring the Commissioner of Police with the power to detain under the draconian National Security Act (NSA) for a period of three months — between 19 January and 18 April.
This provision is already there in the 1980 Act, but is re-notified every quarter. The latest order was issued on 10 January. Similar orders were issued in July and October last year.
Under the National Security Act, an individual can be detained without a charge for up to 12 months. The individual also need not be informed of the charges for 10 days.
The detained individual can appeal before a high court advisory board but is not allowed a lawyer during the trial.
Also, the individual can be put under preventive detention for months if authorities are satisfied that he/she is a threat to national security or law and order. The state government concerned needs to be intimated that an individual has been detained under the NSA.
The order by the Delhi L-G comes at a time when the capital is seeing protests against the new citizenship law and the National Register of Citizens.
Delhi Police, however, said it was a "routine order" and is issued "every quarter".
"There is nothing new in this. Such an order is issued once in every three months that gives power to the police chief to detain under the NSA," a senior police officer said.
Another police officer told ThePrint, "Under the Act, the police chief or the district magistrate has this power. This has always been there, though it is rarely exercised."
A similar order was issued in Andhra Pradesh on 14 January.
Also read: Iltija Mufti 'detained' for trying to visit grandfather's grave, heckled in front of media
History of the law and the grounds of detention under NSA
The National Security Act was promulgated on 23 September 1980 by the Indira Gandhi government and its purpose is "to provide for preventive detention in certain cases and for matters connected therewith".
It applies to the entirety of India. According to the National Security Act, the grounds for preventive detention of a person include:
A. Acting in any manner prejudicial to the defence of India, the relations of India with foreign powers, or the security of India.
B. Regulating the continued presence of any foreigner in India or with a view to making arrangements for his expulsion from India.
C. Preventing them from acting in any manner prejudicial to the security of the State or from acting in any manner prejudicial to the maintenance of public order or from acting in any manner prejudicial to the maintenance of supplies and services essential to the community it is necessary so to do.
Why NSA is criticised, and how it is different from regular detention
In the normal course, if a person is arrested, he or she is guaranteed certain basic rights. These include the right to be informed of the reason for the arrest. Section 50 of the Criminal Procedure Code (CrPC) mandates that the person arrested has to be informed of the grounds of arrest, and has the right to bail.
Sections 56 and 76 of the CrPC also provide that a person has to be produced before a court within 24 hours of arrest. Additionally, Article 22(1) of the Constitution says an arrested person cannot be denied the right to consult, and to be defended by, a legal practitioner of his choice.
But none of these rights are available to a person detained under the NSA.
A person could be kept in the dark about the reasons for his/her arrest for up to five days, and in exceptional circumstances, not later than 10 days.
Even when providing the grounds for arrest, the government can withhold information which it considers to be against public interest to disclose. The arrested person is also not entitled to the aid of any lawyer in any matter connected with the proceedings before an advisory board, which is constituted by the government for dealing with NSA cases.
Cases under NSA
The National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB), which collects and analyses crime data in the country, does not include cases under the NSA as no FIRs are registered. So, no figures are available for the exact number of detentions under this Act.
In January 2019, the BJP government in Uttar Pradesh arrested three persons under NSA in connection with an alleged cow-slaughter incident in Bulandshahr.
In another example, Manipur journalist Kishore Chandra Wangkhem, who had posted an alleged offensive Facebook post on the chief minister, was detained for 12 months under the NSA.
This report has been updated to correct the date of the issuance of the order, and to reflect that the powers to detain are re-notified every quarter.
Also read: 412 booked under Public Safety Act since 5 August, says report by Kashmir-based rights group
MOHAMMED ARSHAD MUDDASSIR 19 January, 2020	At	11:26 pm
NONE OF THE LAWS SHOULD BE USED FOR / UNDER DIRTY TRICKS POLITICS!
Lokesh 19 January, 2020	At	9:35 pm
Theek hai sar dhanyvad
Sachin 19 January, 2020	At	12:54 am
Each part uses such brutal measures for their own purpose.. BJP will show how to ise it, may be Congress never shown.. Anyhow Congress to be blamed that they amend the act.. Now very much standing as a tourture instrument for opposition
Rachit 18 January, 2020	At	5:18 pm
There is legal inaccuracy in the article. Under NSA, a person need not be informed of charges for 15 days. Provisio to sub section 4 to Section 3 of the NSA which prescribes gives power to Govt. to make detention order was amended to revise the 10 to 15 days (w.e.f. 5-4-1984).
ashok 18 January, 2020	At	10:22 am
The two cases quoted in the column show the potential for misuse. If at all such a sledgehammer of a law is required, surely it is not for matters of low intensity such as Bulandshahar and the utterly depraved recourse in Manipur. The courts too in such cases are not doing their duty to protect the rights and freedoms of citizens.
An overly drastic piece of legislation, formulated by the author of the widely misused MISA, even before terrorism had become the major global scourge it now has. Mrs. Gandhi's instincts were naturally authoritarian. One is surprised no successive government has thought of revoking this draconian Act. When Kashmir was " integrated " into India, many had hoped its Public Safety Act would be rescinded.
AA 18 January, 2020	At	10:03 am
You are a local newspaper, why you are troubling yourself with india news.
SANJIV BHATLA 18 January, 2020	At	8:36 am
Modi-Shah should be very, very clear about this: if they unleash a shocking brutality on Delhites in this manner, they will witness a nationwide arousal the kind of which we have never seen, and in such a scenario, the two of them will have to run away from the country. This is my prophecy.
SIML 18 January, 2020	At	8:30 am
Is their any need to highlight a routine order which is a common practice unless their is some some hidden suspicious motive In the mind of the reporter.
M K RAINA 18 January, 2020	At	7:25 am
It has become necessary.Nobody is supposed to close roads,burn public property,take law into his hands,shout slogans against the NATION.Till date,I have not understood how Indian nation is tolerating anti nationals and anti Indians?No nation in the world allows this to happen.WE HAVE TO BE VERY HARSH TO SUCH ELEMENTS.NONE SHOULD TOLERATE ANTINATIONALS IN THEIR COUNTRY.
Raghu Nath 19 January, 2020	At	1:20 am
Who is shouting slogans against nation?
People from all communities are gathering there. Tiranga is proudly hosted in that protest at Shaheen baug. You should go and see for yourself. God help you lot!

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The Very Last Supper
By Franklin Mills • February 1984
Once upon a time when the old heaven and the old earth were still more or less in working order, we somehow missed the signs they'd soon pass away. Were we ever blind. We buried our heads in the sand while the stars fell glittering around us. They dropped like heavy hints, but we didn't have a clue. Why? Because we were creatures, I suppose, creatures of habit, with no imagination to picture the end, like moles busy tunneling towards a steel trap. That's easy enough to see now that a dust of atoms are whirling around me as they begin to rough out a new creation.
Still and all, I kind of liked the good old earth, not just the happy times I enjoyed there but my bad days, too. I think a lot about my sins now in a fond sort of way. A good confession's out of the question; I'd just be doing it for the fun of it. Still and all, it'd help to pass the time.
I admit I felt some hesitation that day I saw the Rev. Stanhope coming up the walk with a nice, thick stack of IOU's in his hand and all of them, I knew, bearing my signature.
Lord knows, it was more than hesitation: my spirit was chilled to the bone. I felt like a kid who's about to be reported to his parents for shoplifting. I wanted to hide in the closet. Me. And I'm a grown man pushing forty, though there are some who'd question my maturity since I still live with my mother. No one does who really knows me. I'm a responsible member of my community, a Lion and a Civitan. But there's the curse of habit in that, a certain kind of snugness from being well situated and responsible, a neat economy of regular give and take, and it can make you tremble when a forgotten debt comes due.
I'm no tightwad, you understand. Those weren't IOU's for money the Rev. Stanhope was clinching. They were for service to the church. It's a custom we've got at Beulah Methodist to put in the offering plate a slip of paper stating that we're donating an hour or two of our time for the edification of the church — trimming the hedges around the parking lot or painting the parsonage, that sort of thing. How many times I had tossed in an IOU of service along with some folding money and felt so good and loving and justified. And, unlike Mama, who just about tithes her time, I'd never done a blessed bit of edification.
Soon enough, the Rev. was standing in our vestibule, fanning those IOU's like a card shark. I was making small talk as fast as I could to delay his winning hand.
"So what's the news? I haven't heard anything about China lately, nothing since the TV quit working. You hear anything?"
"Not a word," he said. "Nobody has."
"So what does that add up to, you suppose?"
"Who knows? Maybe they went the same route as Japan. It's possible."
"And what was that — the story on Japan? I never got the final word on that one."
He shrugged. "Just gone — that's all. Not a trace. All the islands in the Pacific, too. Open seas from California all the way to China — assuming it's still there."
"My, my, my," I said to fill up time while I thought up another subject. "Say, did you look at the stars last night? No more Betelgeuse. Orion's still there, but Betelgeuse has burned out or something. And Cassiopeia's lying down now. And she's got this extra star at about her knee joint. Could be one of the Pleiades, I reckon. It wouldn't surprise me a bit."
I had done my best, but the Rev. Stanhope could do better. When he took the floor, it seemed to rise up into a podium for one of his sermons. He didn't come down on me; that wasn't his way. Instead, he extolled Mama to the stars, talking about all her hours of Christian service and how she'd surely built up a nice bank account in heaven where moths and dust do not corrupt. The more he pushed Mama up towards her reward, the more I was weighted down with guilt.
"So what can I do for the church?" I said, my face crushed out into a smile. "You name it, Reverend, and it's done."
"Well, I got a man in the car —"
I peered out through one of the narrow windows of the vestibule. "Not one of those guys who says he's come back from the dead, is he?" I hoped not. I'm not one to judge a person by his race or creed, but, honestly, those people make my skin crawl.
"No," the Rev. said. "Better than that — best of all. He's a messiah. He needs a place to stay."
I took another look down the walk. All I could make out was the dark outline of a head in the car window. The only other messiah I had ever seen in person had been a nice young man in our fellowship hall at church. He had come for a covered-dish supper. He'd said the prettiest blessing over the food I think I've ever heard.
"Why are there so many of them recently, you reckon?" I said. "I've heard of maybe ten of them in the last year and, if I got the story right, not one's had anything new to say. I mean, what they say is gospel, all right, but we've heard that already long ago."
"The bounty of the Lord," the Rev. said in his holy voice. "Maybe He's trying to underscore a few points. Not everyone got it right the first time. But this one's really unique. You'll see." He opened the door.
"Now wait a minute, pastor. Our spare bedroom's got a crack in the ceiling plaster. And it sure could use some new wallpaper. Maybe if you could put him up somewhere else for a few days, I could do it up right. He deserves the best, after all."
He turned on me the kind of scowl that's been known to make the offering plate overflow at Beulah Methodist more than once. He spanked that stack of IOU's against his hand. It got to be a contest of which could last longer — that scowl or my look of innocence. Then Mama walked in.
"What's going on here?" she said. "You're not turning away the Reverend unhappy, are you? I remember when you were down with scarlet fever and he prayed over you all night long when you were at death's door."
The pastor on one side of me and Mama on the other — a poor, pale old woman showing huge hurt behind her bifocals where the perspiration welled up on her dumpling cheeks.
"All right," I said. "He can have my bedroom. Come on, Reverend. I'll help you get in his things."
Mama laughed. "What kind of things are you expecting him to have? 'Why take ye thought of raiment?' she quoted. 'Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow.' "
The Rev. laughed, too. As I went by him on my way out the door, I snatched the IOU's out of his hand.
"Unique" is not the word to describe the messiah who came to stay with us. "Awesome" does better and "eerie" gets closer to home. Of course he looked normal enough: a pleasantly handsome young man in his late twenties, early thirties, clean shaven and clean cut, neat and respectable in his black suit, up to the standards of a Mormon missionary, say, but definitely not Jaycee material, not with his cheap haberdashery and uncoiffed hair. Like the other one I'd met, the one who'd blessed supper, he wore an invisible badge of authority, a kind of supernatural aura that made you feel calm and excited and simple as a child all at once in his presence. What I call eerie was his expression. His lips were always poised as if he were about to speak. But he never did, not a word. It got on my nerves.
Mother, though, couldn't have been happier with him. She took him with her everywhere, to the grocery store even, where she showed him off to Mr. Krantz the butcher, who made her take an extra pound of ground chuck free of charge for her guest. Indeed, she was showing off a little and if that was a sin it was tiny and one that, after so many years of Christian duty fulfilled with such charity, she deserved to commit free of charge.
In the evenings beside him on the sofa, she told him about her good deeds and her failings as well, which in fact were really trivial, and went on to recount her life in detail all the way back to birth, including many a story I'd never heard. And when she was done with herself, she got out the family album, her most treasured possession after her Bible, to show the patient messiah all the generations that had preceded us. She played an unusual kind of game with him, that of giving him a quick moral history of each person pictured there and then waiting for some indication from him of his judgment on the individual. It went something like this: "That's my great aunt Helen. Left everything she had to the poor. After the flood of '06, she took in two little orphans off the street." And after a while of searching the messiah's face: "Just as I thought. And she deserves it, too, Lord love her." Or: "Here's Uncle Hector. Drank, cursed, gambled, and consorted with loose women." And after another look: "Too bad. But I'm not saying it isn't just, mind you."
Throughout all this I never saw him move a muscle. His mouth was set just the same. Well, maybe he was using brain waves.
But neither was the fellow much of an eater. The most action I saw out of him at the dinner table was when he raised his head to let Mama tuck the napkin under his chin. I peeked once and he didn't even close his eyes for the blessing she gave, thanking the Lord for his presence in our home. I pointed it out to her that he hadn't so much as picked up his spoon.
"Oh, you're just not watching," she said. "I saw him nibbling some creamed corn a moment ago, out of the corner of my eye."
"Well, how come his silver service's still lying all clean beside his plate then?"
"Don't badger our guest," she answered me. And with a sly little smile his way: "I'm sure he's just saving himself up for some of my strawberry shortcake."
He wasn't a bit. The whipped cream slumped down to the plate and one strawberry after another toppled and still he sat there, looking like he was about to say something.
This matter came up again in an awkward way one night at the parsonage. It was the Rev. Stanhope's idea to put on a reception and buffet for our supernatural visitor and to have in attendance only the most faithful in the church. Mama, you can be sure, not my virtue, was my ticket in. I could guess what the Rev. was up to: first, he wanted to impress the messiah with the best sheep of his flock; and, second of all, he hoped that a small, intimate group might draw out the guest of honor and stir him to confide mysteries to us.
The reception part was really weird, like watching a drunk buttonhole a scarecrow. A dozen people crowding around our messiah, the men trying to press the flesh with him like he's the governor and the women cooing over him like over a movie star. And him — he was standing there, stiff as a Sunday collar, sort of bowing now and then at no one in particular, always smiling sort of meekly, and if a hand came out to clasp his, he'd turn away to look at someone else. But the buffet is what really tore it.
It was Mama's duty, since he was her house guest, to guide him through the casseroles and finger food. She had just managed to insert a plate securely in his hands when Miss Lily Scruggs butted in between them.
Miss Lily, you should know, is the lady Mama calls "my thorn in the flesh" — and she always adds, "Lord love her." She's a nay to Mama's every yea concerning church business. It was after one of their set-tos that Mama once said, "If the Lord meant the kingdom of heaven only for charming people, I suppose He could get His quota at a Mississippi cotillion."
Anyway, Miss Lily pushed in between them because she'd made some duck l'orange and nothing would do but for our messiah to have a bite. "I'm telling you, Lily, he's got plain, down-home tastes," Mama warns her, but that's like trying to stop a charging bull by waving a red handkerchief. "Well, I'm sure he's had his fill of the plain at your house," she snaps back.
It was a laugh to see her trying to negotiate some duck into his mouth. Her cajoling was falling on deaf ears: "Come on now, just give it a taste. Just a sniff. Mmmm, doesn't that smell dee-lish-us, huh?" For some reason she took that pose of his mouth to mean he was interested but a little hesitant. When she tried to cram some in, it popped back at her like a rock from a slingshot. The orange sauce made a shiny goatee on his chin. Mama had to wipe it off for him.
"I told you, Lily," she said. "But you wouldn't listen, would you?"
Miss Lily can hang on to anger longer than she can a savings bond. All through dinner she sulked and, when the eating gave over to conversation, she called out to Stanhope loud enough to get everyone's attention.
"Reverend, do you suppose it would be all right for me to ask our guest of honor one teeny little question?"
The Rev. looked doubtful. "Well, I can't see why not, within certain limitations."
"Sir, sir," she called after our messiah.
His eyes seems to fix on Mr. Macy, who was picking a bit of chicken croquette out of his dentures. "Sir." Mama nudged him. His gaze floated over to the general area where Miss Lily was sitting.
"Sir, I wonder if I might ask a question?" She paused to allow for an objection, which never came. "Sir, I'm in charge of sending money to our missionary who's in Burma. What I'm wondering is, since we haven't heard a word from Burma in weeks, should I quit sending him money? What do you say?"
Nothing. He was staring now at the dead TV set in a corner of the room.
"Sir, we'd very much like to know. Is Burma still there or what? And what about China and Japan? Look, we need some definite answers and we need them now."
Her anger was mixing with anxiety and beginning to give off the heat of hysteria. The Rev. was about to drop with a case of the jitters. The messiah had caught sight of her again and was following her hands as they bobbed up and down around her face.
"What's going on?" she cried. "You can't yank the world out from under us without explaining yourself. China I understand. A bunch of godless Communists. Okay. But the Japanese — they've been so good since the A-bomb. Now Burma! Dammit, our missionary was there with his wife and children — two innocent, little children!"
We were pulled together, the dozen or so of us, in the deep hush that followed. Together, eagerly, we watched the messiah. He almost smiled as he looked over each pair of squinting eyes, each mouth drooping open, hungry for a word. What he did was shrug. I guess it was a shrug. Maybe he was straightening the suit coat over his shoulders.
Then we heard Miss Lily sobbing as she ran out of the room.
"Poor old maid. She's got no one to grieve on but herself. She counts out her appointed days like lumps of sugar from a bowl. Lord knows she's so easy to love right now, after one of her little episodes. In a day or two she'll be by to ask forgiveness. Then she'll be back to her regular self."
Mama was right. Fall and redemption, fall and redemption, and the gaps between filled up with a swelling pride — that was Miss Lily Scruggs. Today she was Genesis, tomorrow the Gospels, but give her a month and she'd be setting out from Eden all over again. Miss Lily, as regular as the moon. Two days later, she was on our doorstep, her head bowed.
"Won't you come in and see him yourself," I heard Mama to say. "He's just in the parlor."
"Heavens, no. I'd be too ashamed to face him now after the fool I made of myself." I couldn't see, but I'll bet Miss Lily's face was a contrite red.
"Well, if you're sure, though it'd be no bother. He's just having another look at our family album."
"No, absolutely. I just wanted you to thank him for me. The burden he's lifted from my heart, the bitterness gone. I feel relieved of the spirit. And I want you to give him this humble present from me if you will."
"What's this?" I heard a rattling. It sounded like a plastic bottle.
"Vitamins, high potency. I noticed he looked a little pasty the other night. I hope it'll do for his body what he's done for my soul."
As subtle as a serpent's breath, this was the start of Mama's obsession. I'm not saying Miss Lily was an agent of the devil then, but somehow I imagine her cackling up her sleeve as she walked away, the evil witch pleased with herself for having palmed off a rotten apple on Snow White. That's just nonsense, though. Sin is usually a secret matter between a soul and the Creator, sometimes so very secret that not even the sinner knows. And I surely don't mean to imply that Mama was tempted into doing some evil. In confessing like this, I'd be doing well to get half of my own sins right. Mama was just being a mama after all. Maybe the Presbyterians got it right. Maybe it's written down somewhere beforehand and that's that.
"Does he look pasty to you?" Mama asked, shortly after the visit.
I studied him a while to be convincing. "No. He's just got a fair complexion."
"I don't know. Lily says he's pasty and I can see it now."
"Come on, Mama. When did you ever listen to anything she had to say?"
"Pale as a ghost — look, how white his upper lip is. But I don't put much stock in factory-made vitamin pills."
"Don't worry yourself about it. He's in the same condition he was when we received him. They can't sue us for damaged goods."
"All the same, I think I'll get some liver tomorrow. We all should eat more liver. It reddens the blood."
There was a good reason why we didn't have liver: I hate the stuff. Back in my childhood I used to overturn my milk glass right into the platter when the liver came my way. Accidentally, of course. I was glad to see our visitor shared my distaste. Maybe he felt like I did: my blood was red enough for general purposes.
Mama was deeply wounded. "He was always a picky eater, but now he's completely off his food." She sighed and smiled wistfully. "Well, I suppose it's not so important what goes into a man's mouth as getting something in it — anything. I wonder what he likes."
The next night she commenced on a culinary tour around the world, beginning with beef Wellington. From there we hurried on to chicken crepes, knockwurst, and then goulash. Since the messiah never touched his food and Mama was too busy fretting over him to eat much, I had the whole world more or less to myself. Going around, I got rounder. Pretty soon I had to dig out some old clothes from my pre-diet days — things I'd relegated long ago to portly beggars down at the Salvation Army. By way of chow mein and teriyaki, I was returning to my childhood to become again Mama's little ball of fat.
Whoever doesn't receive the kingdom of heaven as a little child, I consoled myself, he shall not enter therein. But I felt more like a loaded-down camel trying to thread himself through a needle. The truth is I was insulating myself from anxiety, putting thick padding between me and my trembling heart. Of nights I would lie awake on the bed in the guest room, staring up at the crack in the ceiling plaster. At last report received through the grapevine, the Pacific was lapping the coast of Czechoslovakia.
One night when I was awake with heartburn, I thought I heard footsteps in the hall. My anxiety made me pretty sure a thief had slipped in. All I found in the hall, though, was my own shadow. Distant lightning, flashing through a window, brought it suddenly to life. Whenever I see sheet lightning like that over the horizon, I think how substantial the creation looks but how it could go pop! just like that with the unsaying of a few words. I was lonely and I was thinking, too, about this lonely, anxious man keeping watch in a garden while his buddies, who'd sworn up and down their love for him, snoozed away his last hours. I decided to pay a late call on our visitor.
When I stepped into his room, I heard the bedsprings twang quietly under the batting. "Hello," I whispered but got no answer. I could just make out a head above the dark headboard — someone sitting up. When lightning flushed the room, I saw it was Mama. The messiah was stretched out across her, his head and shoulders in her lap. One arm was dangling over the side of the bed like a dead man's, but his eyes were wide open soaking up the light. Then the room went dark again and I was totally blind.
All nervous with explanations, my mother's voice came jabbing at me.
"I've never done this before, really, never. Usually, I just sit at the foot of the bed and sing him a lullaby. That's all. I'm not trying to play cozy with him, really. It's just he won't sleep, not a wink, never. I thought maybe this time if I held him . . . I thought maybe he'd. . . ."
I let her suffer awhile the silence from her loss of words. Then I repented of my meanness and tossed her a lifeline: "Sure, well, what would you expect? I mean, what's he got to sleep off, you see? Doesn't do a blame thing, not a jot of work the livelong day. See what I mean?"
"Why, bless me, if that's not the honest truth," she said gratefully. "Leave it to you to get to the heart of the matter, son. He's not leading a regular life. Well, I'm putting him on notice here and now. Tomorrow it's an honest day's work or no food. He's not going to lounge around here all day and then stuff himself to the gills. Work hard, eat hearty, sleep heavy — that's the Lord's plan for us all."
I felt considerably better when I put myself back to bed. Then a small piece of ceiling plaster came loose and hit me smack on the forehead.
I found the two of them in the garden the next morning, busy among the collard greens. Kneeling in the golden red clay and him beside her, Mama was introducing the messiah to the business of weeding.
"No, like this," she said and wrapped her hand around a clump of grass that had sneaked in. She unearthed it, shook off clots of clay, and stuffed it in his hand. After she'd done some more by herself, she pulled the clump away from him and threw it on the pile. "That's better. You're getting the hang of it now."
"Anything you need from the market, Mama?"
She fetched a long list out of her apron pocket.
"What's all this?" I said. "We having company tonight?"
"No, just us three. But you'd better believe our guest's going to be starving when the sun goes down. Come on," she said to him: "I'll let you hold the hose nozzle while we do watering."
Two chickens fried in parts, a roast beef, and a whole ham hock, sugar cured; cornbread and buttermilk biscuits both; two yellow vegetables and three greens; summer salad, tomato aspic, and potato chowder; of relishes: corn, pear, and piccalilli; of desserts: pecan and lemon chiffon pies, pound and angelfood cakes, rocky road and Neapolitan ice creams — as I looked at the bounty crowding the table, the tea cart, and sideboard, my heart beat faster and my stomach stretched.
". . . Thy bounty, which we are about to receive. . . ."
"Amen!" I said.
Mama had put all the extra leaves in the table. I saw her head, small in the distance, just above the centerpiece, a bowl of cantaloupes. It looked like a honeydew perched on the top of them.
"What can I pass you from this end, son?"
"Sorry, Mama, I can't hear you," I called out in a pretend shout. "I'll have to eat over to within earshot."
"Mind your manners," she said. "Before you have a bite, you ought to serve our guest."
Grousing a little under my breath, I bibbed him up with the napkin and planted his knife and fork in his fists beside his plate.
"Well, what's it going to be pardner? Want to start in at Monday and eat your way clear around to Sunday?"
"Behave," Mama said. "Now cut him a nibble of this and that and see what he favors."
It was no go just like before. I had finished the rest of the chicken leg and he was still staring at the little piece I held out to him on the fork. Despite my slurps and hums of praise as I smacked away, the only one getting hungrier was myself.
"Mama, do I have to keep this up? It's not polite either to stand up while you're eating, you know."
She shooed me away with her apron. "Just go sit down and enjoy yourself," she said. "If anything gets done around here, it's calluses on my hands, I reckon."
Now and then at the end of a row on my ear of corn, I watched her as she tried every trick in the book to get him to eat. Even that old baby number about the spoon being an airplane didn't land any peas in his hangar. Grim with determination, she showed her teeth and made her words with hard, tight lips.
"Now listen here. You work around here, you eat. Get me? Work, eat, work, eat — no exceptions." Then she did that trick you use when you're trying to get the worm medicine down a puppy: with her forefinger and thumb, she pressed in on his jaw muscles.
His mouth sprang open like a bear trap. "Nyarng," he said. And then of a sudden he inhaled — a sound that sort of resembled a jet engine starting up — and gulped down that whole centerpiece, bowl included. I choked on my corn.
"Heavens!" Mama said.
"Nyarng," he said. All five vegetables and the ham hock as well went down him in a rush.
Mama was in a livid panic. "He's choking! Oh, my, he's choking!" She put her face to his open jaws. "Oh, I see what it is — something. If I can just reach it."
"Don't!" I cried. By the time I got to her, though, she was swallowed up to her shoulder. I held onto her for dear life and locked a foot around the leg of the table.
"Nyarng," the messiah said.
It was like stepping off a cliff in the dark of night. It was like falling down an elevator shaft without a bottom. It was like sinking in an ocean of ink, down and down, but without getting one drop wet. It wasn't really like anything else.
I clung to Mama. I noticed that the tighter I held on, the more slowly we fell. We were as snug as a square knot and I couldn't tell her shivers from my own.
"We won't let go," I said.
"No, we won't," she gave me her word.
Above our heads we saw the dining room table falling fast, along with the chairs, the sideboard, and the tea cart. As strange as it was to see in total darkness, it was stranger still the way we moved aside to let them pass. Then came pieces of bric-a-brac from the parlor and sizable chunks of wall and floor as well.
"Look, Mama. Here comes the family album."
"I've got to save it," she said. And despite her promise, she let go of me to catch it. Somehow it buoyed her up so that I was rapidly falling away from her. It was beginning to dawn on me that whatever the law of gravity had been it wasn't enforced anymore.
Slabs from the sidewalk fell down around me and shingles from a roof and the crumbling sections of a column — from the porch of the post office, I suppose. I saw the Rev. Stanhope far above me — a million miles away he seemed — and the dozen or so best members of the church were clustered around him, praying hard and falling slowly. They looked for all the world like a constellation, as fixed in their positions as the jewels of Orion's belt.
Then I saw one star breaking free from the rest of them and a body began to plummet, picking up speed. It burned like a comet with a bluish flame, giving off a sparkling tail behind it. Down past Mama, down past me, as rapidly as the chunks of sidewalk it fell. I saw the face as it went blazing by. It was none other than Miss Lily Scruggs.
She was smiling with gleaming white teeth, the shadow of meanness gone from her face. And I heard her happy voice as she raced ahead towards the inevitable where we all were heading:
"This is my body, which Thou gave to me. Take and make of it the new dry land.
"This is my blood, which Thou poured into me. Take and make of it the waters of Thy new creation."
Miss Lily Scruggs, freed from her cycle of pride and sorrow, showing us the way. Lord love her.
Franklin Mills
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Work starts on the UK's largest public electric vehicle charging hub at Redbridge Park & Ride
By Miranda Norris Senior reporter
Work has started this week on the UK's largest public electric vehicle charging hub at Redbridge Park & Ride.
The Oxford Superhub will have 38 fast and ultra-rapid chargers and is expected to open to the public in spring 2022.
There will be 10 Fastned chargers with up to 300kW of power, capable of adding up to 300 miles of range in just 20 minutes for hundreds of electric vehicles per day.
As demand grows, Fastned add at least a further four.
Sixteen Gamma Energy chargers with between 7-22kW of power will be available and twelve 250kW Tesla Superchargers.
The Superhub will be powered by 100 per cent renewable energy, partly generated by a solar roof, and all makes and models of EVs will be able to charge at the highest rates possible simultaneously.
Chargers will be open 24/7 with contactless payment or through an app.
An on-site café is also being planned.
The superhub, which is being developed by Pivot Power, an offshoot of EDF Renewables, and Oxford City Council, is a milestone in the progress of Energy Superhub Oxford (ESO), a £41 million project helping to create the low carbon infrastructure Oxford needs to achieve net zero.
Pivot Power's EV charging network will provide 10MW of power on site – enough to meet the growing need for EV charging in the area for the next 30 years, the council said.
Unlike any other UK charging hub, the Oxford Superhub will be directly connected to National Grid's high voltage transmission network.
This means it can provide the power to charge large numbers of EVs quickly, without putting strain on the local electricity network.
It will share this connection with a 50MW hybrid battery – the largest ever deployed – which will combine lithium-ion and vanadium flow technology to enable more renewable power on to the grid.
The network also has capacity to expand to other locations throughout Oxford to meet mass EV charging needs, from buses and taxis to commercial fleets.
The Oxford Superhub is one of up to 40 similar sites planned by Pivot Power across the UK to help deliver infrastructure for the estimated 36 million electric vehicles estimated to be in use by 2040.
During the works, some minor disruption is expected around the terminal but there will be no impact on parking, the Park & Ride buses, or the terminal building.
A small number of trees, which will need to be removed in order to lay the cabling, will be replaced.
Energy Superhub Oxford (ESO) is a pioneering project, led by Pivot Power, which integrates rapid EV charging, hybrid battery storage, low carbon heating and smart energy management technologies to help Oxford to be zero carbon by 2040 or earlier.
The project is part-funded by Government and is being delivered by a consortium comprising Pivot Power, part of EDF Renewables, Oxford City Council, University of Oxford, Habitat Energy, Kensa Contracting and Invinity Energy Systems.
According to the council, ESO will save 10,000 tonnes of CO2 a year once fully operational - equivalent to taking over 2,000 cars off the road – increasing to 25,000 tonnes by 2032.
Councillor Tom Hayes, deputy leader of Oxford City Council and cabinet member for Green Transport and Zero Carbon Oxford, said: "This is an exciting next step in the Energy Superhub Oxford project, and I am delighted that work has now started at Redbridge Park & Ride to install the UK's largest public electric vehicle hub.
"Providing electric vehicle charging infrastructure is crucial to help us achieve a Zero Carbon Oxford by 2040 and to support the uptake of electric vehicles."
Tim Rose, programme manager for Energy Superhub Oxford at Pivot Power, said: "Energy Superhub Oxford is creating the power infrastructure needed to supercharge electric vehicle uptake across Oxford and meet the demand for fast, easy and reliable charging for decades to come.
"Pivot Power is proud to be delivering this visionary project in partnership with Oxford City Council, to accelerate net zero and create a blueprint for cleaner, greener cities across the UK and beyond."


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39 thoughts on "Directory of Irish poetry journals"
Peadar on March 26, 2016 at 9:38 pm said:
Jesus! This is the first list ever compiled that included our mag. This weekend of all weekends that is a result! Thanks Afric! (PS. 'Tis a two person production, me and Collette!)
I'm all out of exclamation marks!
Afric McGlinchey on March 27, 2016 at 12:51 am said:
Michael Farry on March 26, 2016 at 9:50 pm said:
As far as I know Revival is no longer being published.
Afric McGlinchey on March 26, 2016 at 11:58 pm said:
Thanks for letting me know, Michael.
collette O'Donoghue on March 26, 2016 at 9:55 pm said:
Hi Afric,
Thanks for including PB. It's actually edited by Peadar and me.
Of course, Collette. Will fix that!
Ellie O'Leary on March 26, 2016 at 10:17 pm said:
Thank you. This is a great and useful list.
Thanks Ellie.
ggreig3 on March 26, 2016 at 10:23 pm said:
The Honest Ulsterman is a reboot of an older magazine. There's also A New Ulster a monthly poetry magazine running since 2012 https://sites.google.com/site/anewulster
Thanks Amos. Will update.
Josephine Corcoran on March 27, 2016 at 11:50 am said:
A very generous and helpful document you've compiled here, Afric. Thank you so much. (ps I clicked on Irish Pages and The Moth and neither link worked so you might want to amend.)
Afric McGlinchey on March 27, 2016 at 6:33 pm said:
Thanks Josephine. Will do.
lindaibbotson on March 27, 2016 at 8:35 pm said:
This is much needed and most informative Afric. I love reading your comments too, they are helpful and most enjoyable to read! I will browse and start submitting! A huge thank you from me!.
Thanks, Linda. Wishing you the best of luck with your submissions!
M Kemp on March 28, 2016 at 12:54 pm said:
This is a fantastic and comprehensive list, so many of these I hadn't heard of and will surely have a look at, thank you for sharing. Just wanted to say though that your info on Icarus is a bit out of date – Niall O'Brien hasn't been editor for a very long time, and the website has also been changed to http://www.icarusmagazine.com/ .
Many thanks for that, M. Will update.
G.L. Curtis on March 28, 2016 at 5:52 pm said:
Great list saves me a lot of searching. No mention of Scotland's Chapman. Have one copy on my shelves an Irish Issue edited by Hayden Murphy as guest editor.
No, just Irish journals, G.L. Chapman's Irish issue is just a one-off. Maybe someone will compile a directory of English/Scottish/Welsh journals – yourself maybe?
Just found this UK list (although they've erroneously claimed The Moth!) http://robinhoughtonpoetry.co.uk/2016/03/28/list-of-poetry-magazine-submissions-windows/
G.L. Curtis glic on March 29, 2016 at 6:21 pm said:
Great Afric, that is outstanding. Think I remember submitting to Ambit long long ago. Don't know about you but I have two large files of rejection replies for poetry, fiction, radio plays and stage plays and now maybe I can add to that list-Only funning. Wonder would a publisher with a kinky sense of humour publish my rejections. Might start a trend. Thanks again, G.L.
G.L.Curtis
On Tue, Mar 29, 2016 at 7:08 PM, africmglincheypoet wrote:
> Afric McGlinchey commented: "Just found this UK list (although they've > erroneously claimed The Moth!) > http://robinhoughtonpoetry.co.uk/2016/03/28/list-of-poetry-magazine-submissions-windows/ > " >
So many rejections, they roll off my back these days! Wish I had collected them from the start. But going to try an experiment this year. See percentages of hits and misses – and track each individual poem! Of course, every poem needs at least 20 re-edits before going out at all…maybe 100!
GL on March 29, 2016 at 7:47 pm said:
20 would easily be enough for me any more and I would feel that I am unravelling the whole.
Afric McGlinchey on March 30, 2016 at 9:57 am said:
Yes, but the aim is to identify ALL the journals/blogs currently active in Ireland. So there's a range to choose from, depending on what stage you're at.
Laura McKee on March 29, 2016 at 7:35 pm said:
I would add Panning for Poems, also via Poetry NI, it is a micropoetry broadside designed to print out and fold up and fit in your pocket, also online. They kindly published one of my tiny poems.http://www.poetryni.com/panning-for-poems.html
Thanks, Laura. Will check it out.
Abridged on March 30, 2016 at 6:48 am said:
Thanks for adding the Abridged Afric. We rarely appear on lists. We also edit the Honest Ulsterman. The website isn't the most aesthetic we admit. We hope the content makes up for that though. Ta again.
Pleasure. Abridged is in my top five, Gregory!
ggreig3 on September 11, 2016 at 8:11 pm said:
Reblogged this on A New Ulster.
angelatcarr on September 12, 2016 at 10:55 am said:
Great list, Afric! Can you also add Headstuff? We have regular calls for submissions for our poem of the week slot and are accepting submissions until 30 September: http://www.headstuff.org/2016/08/its-the-end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it-call-for-poetry-submissions/
Afric McGlinchey on July 4, 2017 at 9:10 am said:
Will do, Angela.
Anatoly Kudryavitsky on July 3, 2017 at 10:04 pm said:
Really important list, Afric. Would you be able to add SurVision, an independent international online poetry magazine founded in March 2017 and based in Dublin, Ireland? SurVision comes out biannually, in January and July. The deadlines for these issues are 31st December and 30th June. Submissions of not more than five poems are considered at any time. I edit it single-handedly.
Website: http://survisionmagazine.com
Submission Guidelines: https://greensubmissions.com/908/survision-magazine/terms.php?
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/groups/1926297347603828
You have Dean Young in your first issue! Impressive, Anatoly. Will add SurVision to the list.
Anatoly Kudryavitsky on July 15, 2017 at 10:08 pm said:
Thank you, Afric. I too love Dean Young's work. And there are more terrific poets in our #1!
Michael Ray on July 4, 2017 at 11:08 am said:
Hi Afric, HCE review!
Afric McGlinchey on July 4, 2017 at 11:13 am said:
Thanks Michael. Will add. By the way, do you know what HCE stands for?
Afric McGlinchey on July 10, 2017 at 10:20 am said:
Magic – just checked their site. Love the Finnegan's Wake inspiration. Have added the explanation of their name to their listing.
Got a message about Flare. Not sure if it warrants being listed here, as I'm already excluding substantial anthologies like Poets Meet Politics, North West Words, etc. because they are annual publications of award-winning competition poems. But will post details about Flare here:
Launched last autumn, FLARE is a 'narrowsheet' that emanates from the Sunflower Sessions readings in the Beerhouse in Capel Street in Dublin. It acts as a showcase for work and poets heard at the monthly readings (last Wednesday of every month. Edited and published by Eamon MagUidhir and Declan McLoughlin.
Beth McDonough on April 16, 2018 at 6:25 pm said:
Shooter, based in the North, is doing smashing things. Intriguing themes…
Huge thanks for this list.
Afric McGlinchey on June 1, 2019 at 5:27 am said:
Pleasure, Beth. And thanks for that. Will check out Shooter.


My name is Jake Ward and on November 1st 2016 I will be going on a huge 1500km run form Gold Coast QLD to my home in Cranbourne, VIC to raise much needed awareness and funds for NBCF.
I will be running 50kms a day, every day for a month.
11 years ago I tragically lost my beautiful cousin Samantha (aged 31) to this horrible disease, Samantha was such an amazing person that went far too soon.
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Any student-athletes interested in participating in Indoor Track & Field at Freedom for the 2018-2019 school year, strength and speed conditioning will start again on, Monday, August 27, 2018. Practices will be held afterschool at the track every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday & Friday, 4:15-5:30 PM.
Please feel free to contact Coach Kitchens if you have any questions or concerns. Freshmen are encouraged to attend workouts! We hope to see many new and returning faces!


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In new book, fired FBI Director James Comey says Trump "untethered to truth"
April 13, 2018 / 11:17 AM / CBS/AP
Key takeaways from James Comey's new book
In his new book, former FBI Director James Comey blasts President Trump as unethical and "untethered to truth" and calls his leadership of the country "ego driven and about personal loyalty." The book, "A Higher Loyalty," is to be released next week.
In addition, Comey says that Mr. Trump asked him to investigate the widely disseminated allegation that he had once paid Russian prostitutes to urinate on a bed, the New York Post reports. He made the request because he worried that the accusation, which was included in former British spy Christopher Steele's opposition research on Mr. Trump, might be believed to be true by First Lady Melania Trump.
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According to the Associated Press, which also obtained the book, Comey said that when he briefed Mr. Trump on the Steel dossier, he left out one detail -- the one involving the allegation that the prostitutes had urinated on a bed once used by the Obamas.
The president raised the subject again a week later, after the dossier had been made public. He then told Comey, Comey writes, that he had not stayed in the hotel and that the charge could not have been true because, Mr. Trump said, "I'm a germaphobe. There's no way I would let people pee on each other around me. No way."
"He brought up what he called the 'golden showers thing' … adding that it bothered him if there was 'even a one percent chance' his wife, Melania, thought it was true," Comey recalled, according to the Post.
"He just rolled on, unprompted, explaining why it couldn't possibly be true, ending by saying he was thinking of asking me to investigate the allegation to prove it was a lie. I said it was up to him."
Comey writes that the conversation happened when the pair had dinner on January 27, 2017. "In what kind of marriage, to what kind of man, does a spouse conclude there is only a 99 percent chance her husband didn't do that?" Comey writes, according to the Post.
Comey also reveals new details about his interactions with Mr. Trump and his own decision-making in handling the Hillary Clinton email investigation before the 2016 election. He casts Mr. Trump as a mafia boss-like figure who sought to blur the line between law enforcement and politics and tried to pressure him regarding his investigation into Russian election interference.
The book adheres closely to Comey's public testimony and written statements about his contacts with the president during the early days of the administration and his growing concern about the president's integrity. It also includes strikingly personal jabs at Mr. Trump that appear likely to irritate the president.
The 6-foot-8 Comey describes Mr. Trump as shorter than he expected with a "too long" tie and "bright white half-moons" under his eyes that he suggests came from tanning goggles. He also says he made a conscious effort to check the president's hand size, saying it was "smaller than mine, but did not seem unusually so."
Mr. Trump fired Comey in May 2017, setting off a scramble at the Justice Department that led to the appointment of Robert Mueller as special counsel overseeing the Russia investigation. Mueller's probe has expanded to include whether Mr. Trump obstructed justice by firing Comey, an idea the president denies. Mr. Trump has assailed Comey as a "showboat" and a "liar."
Comey's account lands at a particularly sensitive moment for Mr. Trump and the White House. Officials there describe Mr. Trump as enraged over a recent FBI raid of his personal lawyer's home and office, raising the prospect that he could fire Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein, who appointed Mueller, or try to shut down the probe on his own. The Republican National Committee is poised to lead the pushback effort against Comey, who is set to do a series of interviews to promote the book, by launching a website and supplying surrogates with talking points that question the former director's credibility.
Mr. Trump has said he fired Comey because of his handling of the FBI's investigation into his Clinton's email practices. The president used the investigation as a cudgel in the campaign and repeatedly said Clinton should be jailed for using a personal email system while serving as secretary of state. Democrats, on the other hand, have accused Comey of politicizing the investigation, and Clinton herself has said it hurt her election prospects.
Comey writes that he regrets his approach and some of the wording he used in his July 2016 press conference in which he announced the decision not to prosecute Clinton. But he says he believes he did the right thing by going before the cameras and making his statement, noting that the Justice Department had done so in other high profile cases.
Every person on the investigative team, Comey writes, found that there was no prosecutable case against Clinton and that the FBI didn't find that she lied under its questioning.
He also reveals for the first time that the U.S. government had unverified classified information that he believes could have been used to cast doubt on Attorney General Loretta Lynch's independence in the Clinton probe. While Comey does not outline the details of the information — and says he didn't see indications of Lynch inappropriately influencing the investigation — he says it worried him that the material could be used to attack the integrity of the probe and the FBI's independence.
Comey's book will be heavily scrutinized by the president's legal team looking for any inconsistencies between it and his public testimony, under oath, before Congress. They will be looking to impeach Comey's credibility as a key witness in Mueller's obstruction investigation, which the president has cast as a political motivated witch hunt.
Report: Comey book says that John Kelly called Trump "dishonorable"
He provides new details of his firing. He writes that then-Homeland Security secretary John Kelly — now Mr. Trump's chief of staff — offered to quit out of a sense of disgust as to how Comey was dismissed, as well as his first encounter with Mr. Trump, a January 2017 briefing at Trump Tower in New York City. Josh Campbell, who was Comey's special assistant when Comey was fired, tweeted his corroboration of Comey's call with Kelly, writing that he coordinated the call and sat next to Comey while they were on the phone. "Any indication the call did not involve Mr. Kelly discussing departure or commenting negatively about the White House does not square with reality," Campbell tweeted.
FWIW, I haven't read the book, but I coordinated the call between Kelly & Comey and sat next to the fired director as they spoke. Any indication the call did not involve Mr. Kelly discussing departure or commenting negatively about the White House does not square with reality.
— Josh Campbell (@joshscampbell) April 12, 2018
Kelly has been increasingly marginalized in the White House and the president has mused to confidantes about firing the chief of staff.
Comey also writes extensively about his first meeting with Mr. Trump after his election. Others in the meeting included Vice President Mike Pence, Mr. Trump's first chief of staff, Reince Priebus, Michael Flynn, who would become national security adviser, and incoming press secretary, Sean Spicer. Comey was also joined by NSA Director Mike Rogers, CIA Director John Brennan and DNI Director James Clapper.
After Clapper briefed the team on the intelligence community's findings of Russian election interference, Comey said he was taken aback by what the Trump team didn't ask.
"They were about to lead a country that had been attacked by a foreign adversary, yet they had no questions about what the future Russian threat might be," Comey writes. Instead, he writes, they launched into a strategy session about how to "spin what we'd just told them" for the public.
First published on April 12, 2018 / 5:56 PM


Two Bath Rugby players have been named in Wales' Six Nations squad.
Taulupe Faletau and Rhys Priestland have both been picked, despite having knee ligament and hamstring injuries respectively.
There are two uncapped players in the 39-man squad - the Premiership's top try-scorer Josh Adams, from Worcester Warriors, and Scarlets flanker James Davies.
Head coach Warren Gatland said: "We have selected a larger squad and it is an opportunity for us to work with a wider group and continue building for the next 18 months.
"We have included a couple of players who are carrying injuries. With Taulupe we are hoping he will be available towards the end of the campaign and Rhys picked up a knock at the weekend, so we will see where he is at.
"He may need to go back to Bath and get a few games under his belt.
"It's useful to have these experienced guys around camp and to have them included and to work with them."
Faletau already has 70 caps by the age of 27. It is hoped he will be fit to play for Bath against Harlequins on March 2, before joining up with Wales for their last two games of the tournament against Italy on March 11 and France on March 17.
It is not yet been disclosed how serious Priestland's hamstring injury is. Luke Charteris is understood to be one of the standby locks.
The Wales squad will get together at the National Centre of Excellence near Cardiff on Monday.
England will announce their Six Nations squad on Thursday morning.


TMC, a global, integrated media company helping clients build communities in print, in person and online, today announced the winners of the 2017 Cloud Computing Security Excellence Awards.
For more than 20 years, TMC has been honoring technology companies with awards in various categories. These awards are regarded as some of the most prestigious and respected honors in the communications and technology sector worldwide. Winners represent prominent players in the market who consistently demonstrate the advancement of technologies. Each recipient isa verifiable leader in the marketplace.


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The toss of the coin, giving Donega the wind in the opening half ensured the home side would gain promotion to Division 1 following this 13 point over a Kildare who never recovered after trailing at the break 0-13 to 0-1.
Then to add to their misery team captain, Eoin Doyle, received a black card at the start of the second half and before he returned Kevin Flynn received a similar card in the 41 minute but being on a yellow was off for the remainder of the game.
Scorers: Kildare, Adam Tyrrell 0-4 (1 free), Jimmy Hyland 0-2, Neil Flynn 0-2 (2 frees), Cian O'Donoghue 0-1, Paddy Bropjy 0-1 (mark).
Donegal, Niall O'Donnell 0-3, Oisín Gallen 0-4, Michael Muirphy 0-4 (1 free, 45), Jamie Brennan 1-1, Jason McGee 0-2, Ryan McHugh 0-2, Hugh McFdden 0-1, Daire Ó Baoill 0-2, Caolan McGonagle 0-1.
KILDARE: Mark Donnellan; David Hyland, Mick O'Grady, Kevin Flynn; Cian O'Donoghue , Eoin Doyle (C), Peter Kelly; Kevin Feely, Tommy Moolick; Fergal Conway, Paddy Brophy, Keith Cribbin; Neil Flynn, Chris Healy, Jimmy Hyland. Subs: Adam Tyrrell for Keith Cribbin (half time); James Murray for Fergal Conway (48 minutes); Aaron Masterson for Neil Flynn (53 minutes); Tony Archbold for Paddy Brophy (58 minutes); Mark Barrett for Cian O'Donoghue (62 minutes).
DONEGAL: Shaun Patton; Paddy McGrath, Brendan McCole, Eoghan Bán Gallagher; Daire Ó Baoill, Leon McLoone, Ryan McHugh; Hugh McFadden, Jason McGee; Niall O'Donnell, Stephen McMenamin, Carolan McGonagle; Oisín Gallen, Michael Murphy cpt., Jamie Brennan. Subs: Neil McGee for Brendan McCole (55 minutes); Eoin McHugh for Daire O Baoill (61 minutes); Paul Brennan for Oisin Gallen (65 minutes); Frank McGlynn for Leo McLoone (67 minutes); Caolan Ward for Ryan McHugh (68 minutes).


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Broads pub once visited by Chelsea players shuts for good
Updated: 4:41 PM December 7, 2021
The Yare pub in Brundall which has been closed. - Credit: Evelyn Simak/Geograph
A popular riverside Broads village pub that once saw the entire Chelsea football team drop in for a pint has closed down.
The Yare in Brundall has served its final customers after owners said factors including Covid meant they had decided to call time.
Regulars at The Yare in Brundall during the final weekend. - Credit: Alan Jary
The pub, which is adjacent to Broom boatyard and Brundall railway station, had been owned and run by business partners Mike DiMarco and Paul Lancaster since the 1970s.
In a message to customers they said they had taken the decision to "regretfully" close at the end of November, adding: "It's such a shame we finally have to say goodbye."
Mike DiMarco in Chelsea top behind the bar at The Yare in Brundall during the final weekend. - Credit: Alan Jary
"We apologise for the short notice but having considered all other options, none were feasible," they said. "Old age, we're both 70 soon, ill health and Covid and various factors all conspired against us.
"We would like to thank you all for your support over the years and as we are both remaining in the area we will see you around."
Yare co-owner Paul Lancaster behind the bar on its final weekend. - Credit: Alan Jary
Loyal regulars attended a final weekend send-off with many more taking to social media to express sadness at the closure.
Dawn Hurrell posted: "What great memories we all have of some fabulous nights at the Yare. Thank you Paul, Mike and everyone who has ever worked behind that iconic bar. Will miss you, it's indeed very sad."
Regulars during the final weekend at The Yare in Brundall. - Credit: Alan Jary
Denise Groombridge added: "We've introduced some of our friends to The Yare over the years and they've been overwhelmed by the nautical decor. They loved it and so do we."
A highlight of 40 years behind the bar for Mr DiMarco, an ardent Chelsea fan and Stamford Bridge regular, was when the team took up an invitation to visit The Yare in 1982 after a league match against Norwich.
As Norwich managed to add to Chelsea's relegation woes with a 2-1 win, it was all the more surprising for Mr DiMarco when the Blues turned up on their team coach, accompanied by two police outriders.
Mike DiMarco recalling when the Chelsea football team called in at the Yare pub in Brundall on the 25th anniversary of the 1982 visit. - Credit: Archant
Recalling it 20 year later, Mr DiMarco said: "The glamour era of Peter Osgood and the King's Road had long gone and Chelsea were at their lowest point near the foot of the old second division.
"Ken Bates had just bought the club for £1, taking on all their debts, and that's probably why they were happy to accept my invitation to the pub."


A piece of paper on the ground… a candy bar wrapper… a soda bottle. It's no big deal, is it? That's what many students think. Let your students know the effects of litter on wildlife. This article by the World Animal Foundation is a good place to start.
Instruct students as to which items can be placed in the recycling containers. The rest should be placed in the garbage bags. Be sure to check with the school's custodians regarding where the collected litter should be placed.


Happier Now (out April 12 on Different Time Records), is a set of nine songs recorded and mixed by Alex Hall (JD McPherson, The Cactus Blossoms, Pokey LaFarge) at Chicago's Reliable Recorders. The album was co-produced by Hall, Tuel, and her bandmate, multi-instrumentalist Stephen Harms.
Happier Now's nine songs were written during three back-to-back tours across North America supporting the band's second album, Sorores. The album was recorded in just three days in March 2018 during what Tuel jokingly calls "downtime" in the middle of the grueling 108 date tour. Tuel approached the sessions like a musicians' workshop, each morning beginning with the songwriter presenting her collaborators with the day's material. The trio rehearsed and documented each song live on the floor, tracking as a band through each take. No click tracks, scratch tracks, or even headphones; just three musicians in a small room, captured with Hall's collection of vintage mics and some subtle retro production techniques. Overdubs, including vocal harmonies, B3 organ, Rhodes, and the rare lead guitar were added to decorate these live performances. The creative energy of the tightly-knit sessions spilled over into Tuel's songwriting as well - she skipped lunch on the third and final day of recording to pen the road-weary "Hard To Take". Four days after arriving in Chicago, Native Harrow was back on the road and Happier Now was complete.