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As you peruse this issue of Studium Excitare, you may notice that it no longer contains doctrinal articles. Starting with this issue, the writers have jointly decided to cease writing articles of a doctrinal nature, and focus the publication completely on translation. This is a very significant change. The writers therefore feel it is necessary to explain this action to their readers. They also wish to inform you, the reader, about the future of Studium Excitare.
Studium Excitare was started by five pastor track students who enjoyed reading and studying Biblical doctrine (as taught by Chemnitz, Pieper, Schaller, etc.) and translating German and Latin (Chemnitz, Gerhard, Stöckhardt, etc.) in their free time. None of these were ill undertakings, but the writers failed to stop and ponder why the former was not being pursued in SPaM courses here at MLC. As it turns out, there's a reason for that. And it's a pretty good one, too.
(Most of the following information concerning Martin Chemnitz and Jakob Andreae was gleaned from Professor Deutschlander's lectures in European Lutheran German Writings offered last semester.) When the Wisconsin Synod was deciding upon the best format for our pastor-training system, they took into account Martin Chemnitz's and Jakob Andreae's differing approaches for acquiring signatures for the Formula of Concord (1578-1580 A.D.). In every town that Chemnitz visited, he gathered all the pastors together to examine the articles in light of Scripture. They all discussed and discussed for days, until they got tired of discussing. Then the pastors finally signed the Formula. Andreae's approach differed somewhat. He gathered the pastors together, showed the Formula to them, told them that it was the product of much Scriptural study (as well it was) and that therefore it was the correct explanation of Scriptural doctrine, and then had them sign it.
Both methods had their strengths and weaknesses. Chemnitz wanted to make sure that the pastors understood what they were signing. But since any article of doctrine has the potential of being discussed endlessly, often the discussion on an article was simply terminated because of time constraints, and thus did not get resolved. Chemnitz could only be sure that all the pastors agreed on as much as they had discussed. Andreae knew that the Formula contained the correct explanation of doctrine. He simply wanted the pastors to subscribe to it in order that there would be unity. While these pastors had now subscribed to true doctrine, some of their subscriptions had been made ignorantly or hypocritically.
The Wisconsin Synod sought to find the narrow Lutheran middle road. Based on this information, it has decided that its pastors should get a firm grounding in the languages and in history at the lower levels (prep schools and college), and not in doctrine. Those studying to become pastors are then to study doctrine on the basis of Holy Scripture at the Seminary. In this way every generation is supposed to win the truth for itself, instead of merely inheriting the knowledge of others. The setting down of systematic doctrine does have its place after that. It curbs the heretic inside each one of us that wants to misconstrue or misapply Bible passages. Often the theologians explain doctrine, which we may have learned on our own from Scripture, in a more precise way or with more striking illustrations. Often they point us to even more Scriptural references that we may not have considered.
It is for this reason that Studium Excitare will cease to offer doctrinal articles for the time being. The writers do not regret studying doctrine and writing about it previously. They are simply seeking what is most beneficial and in harmony with the desires of their beloved Wisconsin Synod. Studium Excitare also does not seek to now discourage the study or use of systematic Biblical doctrine. Rather, it still seeks studium excitare, to arouse zeal, for the study of God's Word and its holy doctrine.
For the next few years, Studium Excitare will simply be a journal of translated theological works, produced in the past by orthodox Lutherans. (We also plan to continue presenting a short biography of one of our Lutheran fathers on the back page.) This poses a dilemma to the writers. They know that previously some people read this publication because the doctrinal articles sparked their interest. Now that the journal does not contain these, the writers are unsure how the journal will be received. Up until now, the writers themselves have taken care of the cost of publication because they knew that it would have many readers. They now suspect that interest in the publication will wane. The writers do not wish to pay a fair sum to have 100 copies published, only to have 20 of them actually used and appreciated.
Studium Excitare will try to publish four issues a year. Anything that appears therein will continue to be submitted "to an advisor who is a properly trained and called minister of the Gospel" (pg. 20, Vol. I, No. 2). The writers sincerely thank you for taking the time to read this article, and they hope that you continue to enjoy the fruits of their labor.
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Hạ Long Bay (Vietnamese: Vịnh Hạ Long, About this sound listen, literally: "descending dragon bay") is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and a popular travel destination, in Quảng Ninh Province, Vietnam. Administratively, the bay belongs to Hạ Long City, Cẩm Phả town, and part of Vân Đồn District. The bay features thousands of limestone karsts and isles in various sizes and shapes. Hạ Long Bay is a center of a larger zone which includes Bái Tử Long bay to the northeast, and Cát Bà islands to the southwest. These larger zones share similar geological, geographical, geomorphological, climate, and cultural characters.
Hạ Long Bay has an area of around 1,553 km2, including 1,960–2,000 islets, most of which are limestone. The core of the bay has an area of 334 km2 with a high density of 775 islets. The limestone in this bay has gone through 500 million years of formation in different conditions and environments. The evolution of the karst in this bay has taken 20 million years under the impact of the tropical wet climate. The geo-diversity of the environment in the area has created biodiversity, including a tropical evergreen biosystem, oceanic and sea shore biosystem. Hạ Long Bay is home to 14 endemic floral species and 60 endemic faunal species.
Historical research surveys have shown the presence of prehistorical human beings in this area tens of thousands years ago. The successive ancient cultures are the Soi Nhụ culture around 18,000–7000 BC, the Cái Bèo culture 7000–5000 BC and the Hạ Long culture 5,000–3,500 years ago. Hạ Long Bay also marked important events in the history of Vietnam with many artifacts found in Bài Thơ Mout, Đầu Gỗ Cave, Bãi Cháy.
500 years ago, Nguyễn Trãi praised the beauty of Hạ Long Bay in his verse Lộ nhập Vân Đồn, in which he called it "rock wonder in the sky". In 1962, the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism of North Vietnam listed Hạ Long Bay in the National Relics and Landscapes publication. In 1994, the core zone of Hạ Long Bay was listed by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site according to criterion vii, and listed for a second time according to criterion viii.
Hạ Long Bay (Vietnamese: Vịnh Hạ Long, About this sound listen, literally: "descending dragon bay") is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and a popular travel destination, in Quảng Ninh Province, Vietnam.
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Free Story: You Can't Fight a Prophecy
Jul 27, 2018 | Free Stuff, My Publications
In April, I posted my thousandth post on this blog. To celebrate, I will share here all my short stories. Every couple of weeks, I'll be posting one story from my celebrated Exciting Destinies series for you to enjoy. With over 30 stories so far, I hope you'll have lots of fun in the coming months!
This week, it's You Can't Fight a Prophecy from You're In For A Ride.
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You Can't Fight a Prophecy
"You can't fight a prophecy," the wrinkly shaman says and gives me a toothless grin. The shrug accompanying his words shakes the feathers around his neck, making him look like a frail old bird trying to give flight.
Fight it? I don't even understand it.
"What's he say, Doc?" the large boulder of a man standing behind me asks. His camouflaged face and broad shoulders make him look like one of the GI cartoons I used to watch as a kid. Long before the men came in the middle of the night to drag me across half the continent to this forsaken place. For your country, they had said. Then, why do they look like mercenaries instead of regular troops? Still, the money they dangled wasn't bad. Heck, it was a small fortune. And it's not like I had something better to do with my life. Not since I opened my drunken, big mouth and told everyone at the Christmas party about the Dean and his secretary. Now, no university would touch me with a ten-foot barge pole.
I let out a mental sigh and draw a crumpled red bandana from my back pocket. I wipe enough sweat from my forehead to fill half a bucket. I haven't been in the jungle in over twenty years. How I survived that first field trip is beyond me. Then again, I was twenty years younger. Surprisingly enough, I remember the tribe's language fairly well. A dry chuckle escapes my lips. Much good that's done me. A failed academic turned unlikely jungle hero.
I swat away a mosquito eager to stab my neck with its straw-like proboscis and notice GI Joe behind me, still waiting for my answer. "Oh, right," I say. "Sorry. Our chopper has him all worked up. He thinks it's a sign."
GI Joe's gaze measures up the ancient shaman sitting upon a thick layer of leaves. Naked, bony legs protrude under a beige loincloth; the only garment on him. Tattoos and scars cover his skin. Painted red lines cross his wrinkled face. Strange how the various bugs seem to ignore him. Instead, they focus on me, even though I've practically showered from head to toe with stinky bug repellant. "A sign?"
I scratch my chin. "Apparently there's some prophecy. An iron bird's children will wake an ancient god, who will destroy the world. Or something like that. It's all very apocalyptic, really."
The captain's face darkens. He glances behind us. A dozen men in camouflage have spread around our helicopter, assault rifles at the ready. "Are we in danger?"
I shake my head emphatically. "No, no, the natives don't care either way. Listen." I turn my attention back to the old shaman. "Will you help us?" I ask in his language. The tongue-twisting words sound like a typewriter, wrapped in tinfoil, falling down the stairs.
His laugh is throaty and cheerful. He clicks his tongue, as if scolding me for my naivety. "If the gods wish you to find your friend, no one can stop you," he says in a rapid series of guttural sounds, like the typewriter was just crashed by a steamroller. "If they don't, no one can help you. Either way, you don't need me." I translate for GI Joe behind me and he mumbles something under his breath.
"Does he know where the rebels are keeping him?" he asks.
I repeat the question to the shaman. He cocks his head for a moment as if listening to the wind, then nods. I take out a map and notice the bemused glint in the old man's eyes. He's probably never seen paper, I remind myself. Hell, he hadn't even seen a white man before today. I fold the map away. A thin smile tugs at his lips, followed by a lot of pointing and a burst of words. I hastily draw my pen and scribble down instructions. A forked river. A lake. A snaked wall. Twin mountains. He points behind me. I follow his gaze and see two peaks behind us, barely peeking over the thick canopy of the jungle.
I thank him and unfold the map again. GI Joe looks over my shoulder. I point to an area in the south. "From what I can tell, we need to follow the river farther south. Whenever we come across a fork, we stay on the left. We will end up at a lake. A path leads from its far end to a ridge between those two mountains"—I use my thumb to point behind us—"then we hit something he calls a snaked wall. Or snake wall. Or the wall of snakes?" I scratch my unshaved chin. "It might be a ruined temple. Or some natural phenomenon. I guess we'll know it when we see it."
"Not we, Doc," the gruff man says. "You're staying here."
I almost let out a relieved sigh, then my face drops. "I'd love to. But what if you get lost? Or if you hit a snag? Maybe you meet some other tribe and you need to communicate." I shake my head. "I'm as good a guide as anyone you can find around here. You need me."
He purses his lips, then nods. "Very well. But at the first sign of trouble, you hide."
I chortle. "Don't need to tell me twice."
He turns to his men. "Prepare the dinghies," he barks and two dozen men scramble to their feet.
Within seconds, they are busy loading a pair of huge dinghies with more ammo and supplies than I thought any boat made of rubber could ever hold.
"Why don't we take the chopper?" I ask.
"No place to land for miles," GI Joe explains. "The forest is too thick in the south. Besides, they'll hear us coming. We can't risk them killing the… asset."
Asset. The brief pause and the way he spoke the word suggests a strange affection—even reverence—for the man we've come to rescue. Is he the one the prophecy refers to? Unless, of course, the shaman meant me. Am I destined to raise some sort of god? My mouth twitches in frustration. How can I fight a prophecy I don't even understand?
Despite the stifling heat, the academic in me is intrigued. All sorts of information gathered during my studies bubble to my head. I open my mouth to further question the ancient shaman, but GI Joe yanks me to my feet.
"Are you coming, or what?" he growls.
His men have already loaded up the dinghies and are finding their places inside. I follow GI Joe and he shoves me into the nearest boat. I find myself squeezed between a tall man made of granite and a stubby one made of ebony, with a face scarred by fire. They grunt in response to my greeting. GI Joe pushes our dinghy into the river. Ebony's hand finds the engine and jolts it to life. The boat bounces forward and seesaws into the river for a moment, then its movement becomes smooth and we stroll along its course.
Every now and then, a Caiman fixes his reptilian eye on us, watching us go by. A distinctive coughing sound alerts me to an arapaima fish emerging for air. This one is half as long as our dinghy. I make sure that all my limbs are safely inside.
"What's so important about this guy, anyway?" I ask Ebony.
"We'd give our lives for him," he whispers. His scarred face burns with a devotion I've never seen before.
"Why?" I blurt out.
Granite scowls at Ebony, who presses his thick lips together. No answer comes.
We ride in awkward silence until we reach a fork in the river. A fallen tree cuts off the left branch. As the two dinghies lumber around it, movement in a limb catches my eye. When I find myself staring into the eyes of an anaconda, I swallow. Its spotty skin makes it almost invisible among the thick leaves, but it must be around twenty feet long and thicker than Granite's thigh. Granite follows my gaze and his whole body jerks. He reaches for his sidearm, but GI Joe shoots him a warning glare and shakes his head. Reluctantly, Granite draws a long breath. His eyes never leave the limb until we're far enough for him to relax his grip on his gun.
"Snakes," he mutters under his breath. "I hate snakes."
"Well, we are in a jungle." My words sound more cheerful than I intended. I am rewarded with a poisonous side glance.
I shrug it off and lower my sweaty hat to my eyes. The engine's murmur and the soft bobbing of the boat make me drowsy. My eyes grow heavy, and I drift into an uneasy sleep.
A shove jerks me awake. "We're here," someone whispers in my ear.
I blink to clear cobwebs from my eyes. Granite is towering over me. Behind him, the sun is setting fast, as if anxious to get home after a busy day. I glance around. We have arrived at the edge of a large lake. Slivers of orange-hued sunlight slice through the green canopy overhead and leave its warm glow here and there. The men secure the dinghies and start pulling the crates out. I yawn and stretch. My limbs feel creaky and sore.
"We walk the rest of the way," Granite says and throws a backpack to me.
I catch it with an audible oomph that earns me a contemptuous smirk. I ignore him and sling the backpack around my shoulder before jumping out. With a loud squelch, my legs sink almost to the knees in sludge. I cringe and yank one leg from the mud's greedy pull. "Pretty soon, it'll be too dark to see anything," I say as I flick away thirsty leeches from my pants. "We should make camp here and leave in the morning."
He points to something like binoculars hanging around his neck, then reaches into a crate and pulls out a similar set. He throws them at me. I catch them just before they land in the muddy waters. Can't this guy ever pass something like a normal human being? I imagine him at a dinner table, throwing saltshakers and bottles of wine to his guests, and almost chuckle.
"Nice catch," he says, his voice thick with irony.
The first thing crossing my mind is something about his mother and her marital status at the time of his conception. One look at his bulging muscles has me swallow my words. Instead, I finally manage to free both my legs from their muddy prison and shuffle over to harder ground. "What are these, night goggles?" I ask.
"See for yourself," he says and points at a switch at their top.
I place the goggles in front of my eyes and he flips the switch. The dusky forest turns an eerie green. He pushes a lever back and forth. The image zooms in and out in rapid succession, until my stomach feels queasy.
"It's not that dark," GI Joe sniggers as he passes us.
Granite's laugh burns my ears. Jerks.
I push Granite's fingers away and tear the goggles from my eyes. It takes a minute or two for my nausea to subside. In the meantime, the soldiers have emptied the dinghies.
We make our way into the forest and clear a path. Soon, I find myself in the middle of a long column, a dozen guys before me, and another behind. Before long, I'm panting, too tired to look at anything but Ebony's boots right ahead. Their rise and fall is hypnotic. Up, down. Up, down. I thank my lucky stars for the nap I had earlier.
Half an hour later, my whole chest burns with every breath. Every muscle aches. Thick sweat covers every inch of my body. The rough terrain is harder to traverse than I remembered. I sigh with relief when Ebony stops. He motions for me to put my goggles on. Like before, I need a moment before I get used to my eerie green surroundings.
Granite runs down the column to fetch me. He motions for me to follow him and leads me to a vine-covered stone wall. It's so ancient, the ground has swallowed most of it. Whatever's left barely reaches to my waist. From the old man's words, I expect it to snake through the jungle. Instead, it runs in a straight line, cutting us off. Etched snakes, almost erased by time, meander through its surface. Granite notices them and draws a sharp breath. I almost smile.
"Now what?" GI Joe asks me.
"Umm…" I scratch my chin. The old man was not exactly a fan of specifics. "I think we're meant to go around it. He warned against crossing it. The whole area here is taboo."
"What about the rebels?" Granite asks. "Where are they?"
"Right past this area. If we keep climbing, we'll reach the top. The camp should be below us."
The two men exchange a loaded glance. Granite nods and disappears into the night to inform the others.
"You wait here," GI Joe says.
"Again, that'd be fine with me," I say. "But what if the old man has it wrong? The camp may be an hour or a day away. Or even a week, for all we know."
His cold stare gives me the creeps. "Very well," he says after a while. He turns to Granite, who has just reappeared behind us, and points his chin at me. "You, watch him."
"Yes, boss," Granite says and motions for me to fall behind him.
We keep the wall to our left and continue our ascent. The jungle is alive with sound even at night—except for the area surrounded by the wall. No birds, no frogs, no crickets. Just a chill that sends cold shivers down my back, despite the still simmering heat. Granite must have felt it too, because he takes a few steps away from the wall and into the jungle. I'm more than happy to follow him.
It doesn't take long to circumvent the wall. It continues in what appears to be a perfect rectangle. We clear a path parallel to it until we leave that whole area behind us. Not a moment too soon, either.
After about an hour, we reach the brow of the ridge. True to the old man's word, we spot lights below. Through the goggles, they burn like stars in a cloudless night. My limbs feel numb by now and my hands shake. On the other hand, only a fine sheen of sweat on Granite's face shows any effort on his part.
GI Joe motions us to lie low. I drop to all fours and use the goggles to zoom in. Below us lies some kind of encampment, surrounded by wooden walls. For some reason, crosses stand on each corner. They look constructed in a hurry, out of fallen tree trunks. Words and symbols I can't make out are etched on the peeling barks.
I tilt the goggles to study the wall. A single entrance leads in and out. Two soldiers guard it. Another four patrol the perimeter. There is a makeshift tower with a searchlight at one corner, with a bored-looking soldier manning a machinegun. Yet another cross rises over him.
I make out four—no, five—buildings including the toilets at the camp's corner. The smallest building sits smack in the middle of the clearing. Six men guard it; one at each corner, and another two at its entrance. I assume that's the jail where they keep the prisoner. More crosses line the walls, hastily nailed to each of the walls and on the door.
Right on cue, the door gives up a wide yawn and a broad-shouldered young man leans into the gap. Two guards raise nervous rifles to stop him from stepping outside. I expect him to go straight back, but he just stands there, a mocking grin dividing his handsome, angular face. He's the prisoner? I expected a roughed up, terrified, white-haired man. Instead, I see an athletic man in his early thirties, wearing an impeccable silk suit that has to be tailor-made. His every move carries an unmistakable air of authority, as if the guards were, in fact, the prisoners here.
Thick beads of sweat rush down my back, thanks to the humid heat. My hair clings to my head under my soggy hat. My clothes are muddy and torn. But the prisoner—he looks like he's been having drinks at an air-conditioned, five-star hotel bar. Not a hair on his perfect head is out of place. He tugs at a gold, serpent-shaped cufflink and straightens the snow-white sleeve of his shirt. As if feeling my gaze on him, he lifts his chin and stares right at me, a smug smile on his face. Then, he winks.
I let out an audible gasp. "Who is this guy?" I ask Granite.
"Not your concern," he growls as he fixes an earpiece to his ear. He taps it a couple of times, then screws a silencer on the barrel of his rifle in a fluid, methodical motion. A laser scope the size of my arm goes at its top. He fishes an upturned cross from his khaki T-shirt and kisses it.
I watch, mesmerized, the silver amulet as he shoves it back down on his hairy chest. The cross's horizontal bar is so low, it almost looks like an upside-down T. "That's the wrong side up," I blurt out, and immediately scold myself. Nice, oh master of the obvious. Argue with the guy with the rifle.
"Just the way it should be," he says absentmindedly as he removes his goggles. He fixes his eye at the scope's end and points the rifle at the guards. "Check," he murmurs. I realize he's responding to some inaudible command, and wish I, too, could hear what was going on.
"How can you be sure you'll hit the guards from so far away?" There is no way they can hear us, but I still find myself whispering.
"These are special bullets," he says. "They have a microchip, like a tiny computer. All you need to do is fix them on the target. The chip takes care of the rest."
These are more words than I've heard him utter during the entire journey. His face beams with so much pride, I wonder if he designed the weapon himself. There is warmth in his voice, as if talking about a loved one. His fingers stroke the barrel of the rifle with genuine affection. I don't need to be a career guide to know this is a man in love with his job.
He raises a finger to stop any further questions. "Check," he repeats, and squeezes the trigger.
I expect a bright flash and pop, like in the movies. But there's not even a flicker or a glow, and instead of the pop, I hear a low thud, like a hammer hitting the ground. The noise is displaced, coming from all around us. A puff of smoke rises from the thick silencer. I turn my attention back to the camp. All the guards surrounding the jail are dead. So are the two soldiers guarding the entrance. A stunned expression mars their faces, as if some vengeful deity had snuffed all life out of them with a simple snap of his fingers.
A thin line of men approach the camp from the outside. One of them scales the wall and disappears. Moments later, the gate opens and the rest of them sneak inside.
Before they have a chance to reach the jail, the door to the toilets opens and a lone soldier breaks the threshold, still zipping up. Spotting his dead companions, he lets out a piercing shriek. He pulls a pistol from a waist holster and fires at the men crossing the courtyard as his trousers pool around his ankles. A bullet sends him crashing back into the toilet, but the damage is done. An alarm blares. With so many crosses around, I half-expect it to blare Gregorian chants, but no, this is an old-fashioned high-pitched alarm. The searchlight catches our men. They scurry to take cover behind anything they can find—crates and barrels mostly. GI Joe and Ebony hide behind a dilapidated truck.
An endless stream of guards rushes out of all four buildings. Rapid gunfire breaks the stillness of the jungle night. Pained screams send chills down my spine until the machinegun's dry ack-ack-ack drowns out all other noises.
A bright light blinds me momentarily. I duck for cover as an explosion rocks the ground. Debris lands on my head. Granite lets out a curse and drops his rifle. Blood seeps out of his massive chest. He clenches his jaw in pain and moans.
I rush to his side and check his wound. Shrapnel has hit him, but his body armor has absorbed most of it. He has multiple small cuts that don't worry me, and a deep wound on his shoulder that does. "You'll be fine," I say as I empty a can of blood-stopping foam on the wound. Like magic, the crimson flow slows from a river to a trickle. The painkillers in the foam must be working, because his face relaxes.
"Thanks, Doc," he says and groans.
"Don't mention it," I say and turn my attention back to the camp.
The tower lies in ruins, but several of our men are lying dead. Under heavy fire, GI Joe and Ebony zigzag between the buildings until they reach the jail. They tear down the door and throw it to the side. The prisoner casually tugs his other cufflink before following them back to the camp entrance. His stride is confident. When Ebony throws his hands in the air and drops to the ground, the prisoner frowns and wipes blood droplets from his jacket. GI Joe shoves him through the gate and turns around to return fire. Bullets rip through his chest. They must be armor-piercing, because he drops to the ground like a lead mannequin. He never gets up.
I search for the prisoner, but he's disappeared. I take cover as another series of explosions covers me with branches and mud. My ears ring, which is probably why I don't hear the young man approach.
"Good evening, gentlemen."
I jump out of my skin. His voice is deep and poised. For some reason, he sounds… amused? The guy hasn't even broken a sweat.
"We should get out of here, sir," Granite says and bows his head with respect.
The freed prisoner nods. I place an arm around Granite to help him to his feet. We hurry back down the slope. Behind us, sporadic gunfire and booming explosions suggest the remnants of our force are covering our getaway. We descend as fast as we can until we reach the wall. Keeping it to my right, I start the detour around it.
"What are you doing?" the young man asks. "It's just a knee wall. Surely you can scale it?"
"It's taboo," I say, then notice Granite's scolding face. "What?"
"Forgive him, sir," he says. "He doesn't understand."
The young man brushes him off with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "That's fine." A carefree smile parts his lips. "When I'm with you, you needn't worry about a thing."
Try telling that to GI Joe, I think, but decide it's best if I keep my mouth shut.
"Besides," he continues, "this would make a splendid headquarters. Feels right, doesn't it?"
The place gives me the creeps, but I can take a hint. "Whatever," I mumble under my breath and help Granite over the wall. We head straight to the middle of the enclosed area. The ground is moist and muddy, like marshland. Broken pillars jut out of the water like the fossilized bones of prehistoric monsters. I can see no trees within the compound. It's almost like this area doesn't belong to the jungle at all. Above us, the low rumble of thunder echoes. A frown etches my brow. It was clear a moment ago.
All my hairs stand on end as we approach a raised stone platform. Some sort of crumbling altar sits at its center. I can't shake the feeling we're being watched.
Granite lets out a sudden yelp and slips right through my hands and into a hole in the ground.
"Granite!" I cry out.
The former prisoner cocks an eyebrow. "That's not his name."
I ignore him and lean over the hole. I hear moans. "We're coming," I shout.
"We are?" the young man asks in surprise.
I glare at him. "We are." I consider jumping after Granite, but have no idea how deep this hole is. Were I with someone else, I might ask them to lower me with a rope. But I have no rope. And I'm sure this guy would just leave me there to rot, anyway. My gaze darts frantically around. I spot stairs right before the altar. They seem to lead down below.
I run to the platform and jump down a stone stairway. The uneven steps are slippery with mud, as I realize when my foot does a funky dance and ends up in front of my face. Letting out a curse, I land flat on my face in stinking stale waters. It takes me a moment to regain my composure. When I do, I notice an impatient hand waiting for me.
I take it and the young man lifts me to my feet as if I were made of straw. There's not a speck on his fine suit. Even Ebony's blood has disappeared. Who the hell is this guy? The patron saint of drycleaners?
"Thanks," I mumble and scrunch my nose at my own stench. He stares at me, an amused twinkle in his onyx eyes.
We are standing at the end of a crumbling corridor. Gunshots echo all around us. My head jerks left and right, trying to identify its origins. Long bursts. Then, the curt pow-pow-pow of a sidearm.
"This way," he says and marches down the corridor as if he owns the place.
He snaps his fingers and a torch on the stone walls bursts to flames as we pass, blinding me for a moment, and almost giving me a heart attack. "What the…"
Then another torch lights up. And another. I remove my goggles and rub my eyes. We reach a cavernous circular room. Yawning pathways lead away to corridors like the one we just came from, like spokes on a wheel. At its center lies Granite.
"Snakes," he hisses as I dash toward him. "I hate snakes." He turns his handgun at his temple and squeezes the trigger.
My eyes widen. "No!" I vault at him but am too late.
He stares with dismay at the empty weapon and throws it away. His gaze focuses on something behind me and terror fills his eyes. He lets out an inhuman shriek.
I spin around and my jaw drops. A hulking, growling beast, covered in a crustacean shell is slithering toward us. Four sets of powerful claws snap at us. The lower part of the creature's body is anaconda-like, and over thirty feet in length. Four insectoid eyes glare at us. Twin bat wings unfurl from its back. The whole thing looks designed by a drunken mad geneticist. On acid.
It opens its mouth and a foul stench makes me cover my face with my shirt. The creature raises a claw to strike.
"Not so fast," the young man says and casually steps between us and the beast. "They are with me."
The beast cocks its head, making the writhing tentacles that cover its neck sway sickeningly. It lets out a long snarl.
"Normally, I'd agree with you," the young man says condescendingly, "but, like I said,"—he raises his chin and reveals perfect teeth in a threatening grin—"they're with me. You don't want to mess with another man's property now, do you?"
The creature growls something back.
"Great Old One, huh?" the young man says, smiling with mock pleasure. "Nice to meet you. They call me the Beast."
"I'm Benny," I mumble, "but everyone calls me Doc." Did I just say that?
They both stare at me for a moment, then the monster puts two claws on its waist and snarls something.
"I don't care about no stinkin' prophecy," Beast says, glaring at it, "or how ancient you really are. This is my world to destroy." He offers a lopsided grin, like the two sides of his face can't agree on any one particular expression. "You ever heard of the Apocalypse, ol' timer? Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the devil sends the Beast with wrath and all that?" He takes a mock bow. "At your service."
I take a step back, my jaw hanging. Wait, what? I'm trying to figure out if he's deluded or worse. Much, much worse. The upturned cross on Granite's chest, the crosses at the encampment—everything makes perfect sense. Despite the suffocating heat, cold sweat breaks out and covers my shivering body.
The creature roars and stomps its claws against its chest. The whole room quakes. Dirt rains on us from the crumbling ceiling.
Beast sighs theatrically and swats away dust from his shoulders. "Fine. Have it your way." He removes his jacket, folds it neatly, and hands it to me. "Hold this, will you, Doc? This won't take but a moment."
I nod and shuffle away, unable to tear my eyes off of them.
The monster charges at him with a combined attack from all its four claws. Beast cowers and a shimmering light covers him in a crackling red sphere. Sparks fly around him as the shield absorbs the brunt of the attack. For a split second, I swear the young man transforms into a muscular, red-skinned, horned demon, pointy tail and all. A bright red circle with three spokes shines on his forehead, forming three sixes. His eyes burn like amber coals. I blink, and it's a perfect young guy cowering within the red sphere again.
The monster recoils and the shield disappears.
Beast dusts off his lapels with the back of his slim hand. "My turn." He raises his arms, as if pushing against the creature. Flames burst from his palms, encasing the monster. In a split second, it rolls to its side in one swift motion, covering itself within its armored shell. The fire disperses safely around it.
The creature lets out an angry roar and swivels its monstrous tail at us. Beast and I roll safely away, but Granite isn't so lucky. The tail catches him as he's on all fours, trying to get to his feet. He crashes against the far wall with a sickening crunch.
I rush to his side.
The light leaves his eyes. "Snakes," he says and spits blood. "I hate…" With a sigh, his body slumps, lifeless, to the ground.
"I could take you with one hand," Beast boasts and raises his right arm. This time, a volley of missile-like lightning shoots from his palm. The beast jumps to the ceiling. Two missiles bounce against the thick armor, but most of them miss their mark and end up blowing up part of the far wall. Again, the room quakes and debris rains from above.
Screw this. I'm outta here. I steal one last glance at Granite's dead body and dash off in the direction of the lit torches. Behind me, occasional booms echo, like faraway thunder. I climb the stairs two at a time and burst out and into the night. I drink the air in hungry gulps. Even the stale air of the marshland enclosure feels refreshing after the stench underground.
I place the goggles over my eyes and make my way toward the dinghies. It's downhill on the way back, so I make great time. My only worry is that the remnants of our team will have arrived before me and taken off.
When I finally reach my destination and spot the boats, I let out a cry of relief. My lungs are on fire, but I don't care. I push one of the dinghies into the water and jump inside. I turn the engine on, just as the first rays of the sun make a tentative appearance, sending bands of pink to blend into the dark purple of the horizon. I've made it.
In the distance, thunder echoes. Half a dozen toucans take flight as I check the clear sky. No, not thunder. Definitely not thunder.
The roar of a helicopter landing interrupts my slumber. I grab the box from under the bed before stepping outside. The sun is barely up as yet another group of mercenaries meets me. Their helicopter has landed among the rest of the choppers, making the tiny village resemble a bustling airport.
That's the good thing about Satanists: they're very persistent, I think as I rub my eyes. "Gentlemen," I say and stifle a yawn.
Yet another version of GI Joe approaches me. This one's even younger than the rest and blond but, apart from that, has the same athletic build and square jaw. "You're Doc?"
"Indeed I am." I raise my hand to avoid a handshake, as they all have an annoying tendency to crush my fingers in their grip. "Welcome. Let me save you some time. As I told your predecessors, you will find what you seek if you head south on the river, take the left branch whenever you find a fork, and continue until you reach a lake. You can land at its far side, where, presumably, you will find an awful lot of dinghies similar to yours." I chuckle. "Forgive me, it's been a few months since I was last there, so I've lost track of just how many they might be. The place probably resembles a busy port by now."
GI Junior shoots me a venomous glare. "Just tell us where to find him."
A distant thunder booms as my friend, the shaman, reaches us. "Judging by the sound," I say, "he's still in the underground temple where I last saw him. Just follow the path from the lake to the brow of the ridge until you meet a snake wall."
"A knee-high wall marked with snake images," I patiently explain, showing with my palm just how tall the wall is. "You'll know when you see it. Besides, the path must be pretty well-trodden by now."
He whips around to leave.
"Wait," I shout. "Two things before you go."
He stops and crosses his big arms before his muscular chest as he faces me.
"First of all, if you go there, you'll die." I speak slowly to make sure he understands. "I'm giving you fair warning, because I don't want your blood on my hands."
He dismisses me with a scoff. "And the second thing?"
I give him my sweetest smile. "My friend and I"—I point to the shaman, who responds with his trademark toothless grin—"have a wager going on. His god against yours. Care to join us?"
"What, his ancient relic of a god?" GI Junior asks and laughs. "I'm in. What's the pot?"
"Last time we checked, it was some fifty grand."
He pulls crumpled banknotes from his pocket and counts them. "Five hundred says we're back within the day."
"Ask your men if they want in on the action."
His lips spread in a cocky grin. "I will. I'll even give your friend his god's head on a pike. As a souvenir."
I take the money with a fake laugh and watch him leave. He spins his finger in the air to gather his men.
"Poor sap. Easiest money ever," I say and open the box. Banknotes fly out. The shaman and I grab them and shove them back inside. "We need a bigger box, buddy," I say in my friend's language. "Maybe we can find one in one of them choppers while GI Junior gets our money." I push the last notes in with my palm and snap the lid shut. "Let me get this back to my hut first." That's the beauty of this place. Banknotes mean to the natives about as much as dead leaves do. I could leave a central bank's worth of cash lying around, and no one would even consider stealing it.
The shaman nods, a sheepish smile on his lips.
The ground shakes under our feet. I lean against the hut's wall. "Whoa. That was a big one. Wonder what those two are up to."
The shaman follows me inside my hut. "How long will they fight?" he asks.
"These guys? Decades. Centuries. Millennia," I say and tuck the box back under my bed. "See, buddy, you were wrong. You can fight a prophecy. All you need is another one."
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Anne Clare	on July 29, 2018 at 01:47
Thanks for sharing this- what a fun read! Dark and creepy, but with a chuckle at the end 🙂
Yippee – just the kind of reaction I was going for 😀
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Thank you so much, Pete! You're a star 🙂


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ÜRYANÝ MEHMED DEDE

Geri

Rumeli velilerinin büyüklerinden. Ýsmi Mehmed'dir. Rumeli'de Rusçuk yakýnlarýnda Yergöðü
kasabasýnda doðdu. Doðum tarihi bilinmemektedir. Annesi saliha bir haným olup, asrýnýn
Rabia'sý diye bilinirdi. Her ikisinin de birçok kerametleri görüldü.

Küçük yaþta ilim tahsili ile meþgul olan Üryani Dede, çeþitli dallarda ilim sahibi olduktan
sonra, aþk-ý ilahi'nin cezbesine kapýlýp kendinden geçti. Dizkapaðý ile göbeði arasý hariç,
diðer taraflarýna bir þey giymez oldu. O þekilde etrafta dolaþmaya baþladý. Mýsýr'a kadar gitti.
Birkaç sene Kahire çevresinde kalýp, sýkýntý ve riyazetler çekti. Vahþilerle birlikte nice yýllar
geçirdi. Yýllar sonraKahire'ye girdi. Gülþeni dergahýna vardý. O sýrada Ýbrahim Gülþeni
hazretleri vefat etmiþ, oðlu Emir Ahmed Hayali yerine kalmýþtý.Emir Ahmed Hayali, Üryani
Dede'yi görünce; "Hüner, insan olmaktýr, hayvan gibi ot otlamak deðildir." deyip, nasihatte
bulundu. O da orada kalýp, Hayali'nin feyz ve himmetinden istifade etti. Zahir ve batýn
ilimlerinde kemale geldi. Ahlaký güzelleþti. Ýbadet ve halleri düzeldi. Allahü tealanýn emir ve
yasaklarýný,Resul-i ekremin yolunu yaymak vazifesi ile memleketine geri
gönderildi.Yergöðü'nde ikamet edip, Ýbrahim Gülþeni hazretlerinin mesnevi tarzýnda yazdýðý
Manevi adlý eserini okuyup açýkladý. Ýnsanlara nasihatlerde bulundu. 1590 (H.999) senesinde
Yergöðü'nde vefat edip annesinin yanýna defnedildi. "Yergöðü'nün kutbu vefat eyledi."
þeklinde vefatýna tarih düþürüldü. Her ikisinin kabri de ziyaretgah olup, onlarý vesile ederek
yapýlan dualarýn kabul olduðu çok kere görülmüþtür.

Üryani Dede, Yergöðü'nde birçok talebe yetiþtirip, güzel nasihatleri, tatlý dil ve güler yüzü,
güzel ahlaký, faydalý ilmi ile insanlara doðru yolu gösterdi. Kendisinde görülen hal ve
kerametler, Allahü tealanýn izniyle birçok kimsenin salih müslüman olmakla þereflenmesine
sebeb oldu.

Talebelerinden olan, Þah-ü-Geda adlý eserin müellifi Taþlýcalý Yahya Bey, Gülþen-i Envar
adlý manzum eserinde, hocasý Üryani Dede için ayýrdýðý bölümde;

"Salik-i meczublarýn yoldaþý,
Baþý kabak yalýn ayaklar baþý.
Zahiri virane ve uzletinde,

Batýný ma'mur Mehmed Dede."

kýtasý ile söze baþlayýp, þöyle anlatýr: "Mehmed Dede, bizim vilayetimizi þereflendirmiþti.
Yolda giderken karþýlaþtýk. Elini göðsüme koydu. Beþ parmaðýný kalbimin üstüne adeta
resmetti. Bir gece önce rüyamda beþ Arabca beyit söylemiþtim. Fakat hatýrlayamýyordum.
Mehmed Dede'nin elini göðsüme koymasýyla birlikte beyitleri hatýrladým. Ondan aldýðým bu
feyz ve bereketle, daha birçok þiirler yazdým.

1) Þakayik-ý Nu'maniyye Zeyli (Atai); s.365

2) Ýslam AlimleriAnsiklopedisi; c.14, s.193

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Prime number index is from 169001 to 170000.
Prime number list from 2292491 to 2307229, contain 1000 prime numbers.
2292491 is at position 169001, and 2307229 is at position 170000 in all prime list.


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Ashfield Central, Sydney
Value: $42m
Project Timeframe: Completed 2018
Services Provided: Project Management
101 residential apartments across two buildings
88 secure car parking and 20 visitor spaces
Ground floor retail (approximately 231m²) facing Liverpool Road
The Ashfield Central development consists of 2 residential towers with a total of 101 apartments, 88 secure car parking and 20 visitor parking spaces. The project also involved the makeover of the existing ground floor plane to incorporate a new retail square.
Ashfield Central was constructed on existing retail land which was previously part of the Ashfield Mall asset, owned by Abacus Property Group.
The site is extremely constrained due to the fact that it is bounded by the existing Ashfield Mall, other retail and commercial premises and as such there were multiple stakeholders to work with.
RCP was engaged to manage the redesign of the development to enable a major section 96 to be lodged and then continue with the design development, tendering, appointment of the builder and subsequent management of construction to completion.
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2nd Stage Examination (CBT) for various posts of NTPC (Graduate) categories against CEN-03/2015 for provisionally shortlisted candidates is likely to be held in January & February, 2017.
All the shortlisted candidates shall be advised through Website/SMS/ Email to download their e-call letters to appear in the 2nd Stage CBT about two weeks prior to examination.
Further placement of candidates in panels and/or short listing for appearing in Aptitude Test / Typing Skill Test wherever applicable, will be only on the basis of marks obtained in 2nd Stage CBT. Normalisation of marks will be done as per extant rules.
Candidates are also informed that the question paper in the 2nd Stage examination (CBT) will be made available only in English and the language opted by them in the application form as per Para 16 of the CEN.
Objections were invited from the candidates on questions / answer keys from 12.08.2016 to 21.08.2016.
RRBs will hold a 2nd stage Computer Based Test (CBT) for various NTPC (Graduate) category posts.
Candidates equal to 15 times (approx 273780) of vacancies shall be called for 2nd stage CBT based on the merit position in the 1st stage CBT.
2nd stage CBT is likely to include questions pertaining to General Awareness, Arithmetic, General Intelligence and Reasoning.
Final selection of candidates will be based on merit position obtained in the 2nd stage CBT and / or RRB NTPC result of Aptitude Test / Typing Skill Test wherever applicable.
Normalization of marks will be done as per extant rules in 1st and 2nd stage CBT.


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Burton Talks Drama, Diversity, Respect & 'Reading Rainbow'
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LeVar Burton (LaForge) brought his VISOR to visit G4's Sarah Lane, joking that he was afraid she wouldn't recognise him without it.
"I brought a little show and tell," Burton joked in a video interview at G4's web site, pulling the VISOR out of a box when the host said that it was good to be able to look him in the eyes. After she observed that it looked a lot like a girl's banana clip hairpiece, he admitted, "It was actually modeled after a woman's hair retention device."
A lifelong fan of the Star Trek franchise, Burton said that he "watched Star Trek all the time" in his childhood as well as reading a lot of sci-fi. But the books were frustrating for him because there were rarely people of color represented in speculative fiction. "For me, Star Trek was really important because it was one of the few representations of the future where I saw people who looked like me," he observed. "Seeing Nichelle Nichols on the bridge of the Enterprise was really important." He added that he had had conversations with Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) and astronaut Mae Jemison, who felt the same way.
Lane inquired why Star Trek actors and the series itself seem to exude social consciousness, asking Burton what he thought the deeper meaning of the series was. "I think Star Trek can be enjoyed on a lot of different levels," replied Burton, citing its action and storytelling. But to him, Star Trek is about respect for all life forms, or, to borrow Gene Roddenberry's phrase, infinite diversity in infinite combinations:
One of the things Star Trek says is that when the future comes, we will have successfully dealt with all of those issues of race and sex and class, and we will have evolved to a point as human beings where we've got some of our stuff together. And we can take that consciousness out and explore...this is something to shoot for, I think."
Though Burton directed episodes of the later Star Trek series, Lane asked whether the show on which he starred remained his favourite, and Burton confessed that it did. "I think The Next Generation has a specific and very special feeling...I think the fans really embraced it, and I think that's because they got the sense that the actors on the show really cared about each other," he said. "Star Trek has always been about storytelling and the relationships among the crew, and because we really did all get along, I think those relationships really showed up on the screen."
As for the other series with which Burton is closely associated, Reading Rainbow, he explained that they would shoot five new episodes this year, marking the series' 24th season on the air. PBS is "really strapped for cash", noted Burton, but "We're hanging in there."
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Watch Sharon Van Etten Cover Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt"
A performance for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline and Sound of Saving's "Song that Found Me at the Right Time" series
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Sharon Van Etten has shared a performance of the Nine Inch Nails classic "Hurt" for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline and Sound of Saving's "Song that Found Me at the Right Time" series. The video opens with some words with Van Etten about her experiences with depression. "It doesn't make you a weak person for talking about your darker times, you know," she said. "It actually makes you stronger by being vulnerable and open and sharing who you are with the people you care about." She also talked about her relationship with "Hurt":
I was the cliché middle child and always felt misunderstood, and then the oldest brother was the one that I connected to the most with music. When I was learning to play guitar, he gave me a box of cassettes. By the time "Hurt" came on, I just remember connecting to it so much but also realizing that my brother had listened to it, and we'd never really talked about any deep feelings, but we always shared music. It was my first sign that my brother was trying to connect with me on a more emotional level than just "we're sharing music."
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God has gifted my wife, Kathy, with an amazing gift of leadership. I've seen her use it to orchestrate an amazing high school reunion, launch a 50+ ministry at our church, and now, she is starting a workplace ministry for women within Integrity Resource Center.
Kathy typically gets so excited about her new project that she easily assembles a great team of passionate people. Once assembled, she discovers their strengths, and begins delegating duties, with amazing results!
Delegation is biblical, efficient, and effective.


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In particular, the project needed to be well integrated into the context and able to host skaters and BMX riders.
While BMX is already a recognized sport at several levels, skating will become part of the Olympic games only from Tokyo 2020, with the further aim of bringing this event closer to the youngest.
In the wake of this phenomenon, the City Administration has felt the need to respond by dedicating an area to a skate park.
Therefore, this structure will give the opportunity to practice this sport in safety, otherwise performed through the streets and in public squares.
The intervention organized an open space by remodeling the ground surface through multiple artifacts and floorings, avoiding any type of volumes.
Overall, as well as encouraging the practice of a sport of proven success among young people, the entire project aims to represent a urban place for the community and appealing turism with the performance of events.


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Singer was sporting a ring on that finger last week.
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The singer, whose full name is Sia Fuler, is reportedly engaged to filmmaker Erik Anders Lang.
At last week's Wayuu Taya Gala, the "Chandelier" singer walked the red carpet wearing a ring on that finger and Lang -- who works primarily in documentaries -- later took to Instagram to confirm that it was indeed an engagement ring.
This will be the first marriage for Sia. Before dating Lang, Sia was in a long-term relationship with girlfriend JD Samson of Le Tigre. She has long been open about her bisexuality, telling the Australian gay and lesbian site SameSame that she sees past gender when it comes to love.


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Hospitalized COVID Patients Have One Thing in Common: They Are Not Vaccinated
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As the number of COVID-19 hospitalizations dramatically decline across America, health care experts note that patients who are admitted have one thing in common: they are not vaccinated. Nearly every patient admitted to a hospital nationwide has not received the COVID-19 vaccines, according to USA Today.
"Less than 1% of our hospitalized COVID-19 patients are vaccinated," said Dr. Mark R. Sannes, an infectious disease expert in Saint Louis Park, Minnesota, who is affiliated with multiple hospitals in the area. That trend has been mirrored in other hospital systems across the country showing that overwhelmingly, people who are unvaccinated are the ones getting sick with COVID-19.
Data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention along with statistics gathered by the Department of Health and Human Services, reveal that those states with the lowest vaccination rates are also the ones with the highest number of COVID-19 patients in intensive care units.
According to USA Today, Wyoming, Missouri, Arkansas, and Idaho have vaccinated fewer than 40% of their population and have the highest percentage of COVID-19 patients in their ICUs. And those affected by severe illness tend to be much younger than the hospitalized patients early in the pandemic since people over the age of 65 are more likely to be fully vaccinated.
"We're all seeing the same thing—when someone does get sick and comes to the hospital, they're much more likely to be young and unvaccinated," said Dr. Robert Wachter, chair of the Department of Medicine at the University of California San Francisco.
About one if five U.S. adults are still reluctant to get a COVID-19 vaccine according to a poll released in April by the Monmouth University Polling Institute. According to The Hill, 21% of adults polled said they would not get inoculated, down marginally from the 24% who said the same in a March poll. Twelve percent said they would let others go first "to see how it goes."
"The number of people who have been skittish about the vaccine has dropped as more Americans line up for the shot, but the hard-core group who want to avoid it at all costs has barely budged," said Patrick Murray, director of the Institute.
Medical experts say vaccine hesitancy is due to multiple factors. People still have questions about the safety of COVID-19 vaccines, according to USA Today, and some fear there will be repercussions from the shots, either financially or health wise.
Dr. Gerald Maloney, chief medical officer of Geisinger Hospitals in Pennsylvania, said that the people who say "It's my body, my choice" when it comes to declining vaccines are self-serving.
"It's not all about you," he said. "It's also about the people around you." Pediatricians at hospitals across America say that the children who have been admitted for COVID-19 or its serious aftereffect, multisystem inflammatory syndrome, or MIS-C, have not been vaccinated or live in households where individuals did not get their shots.
Health care experts say the message is clear: They are not seeing many vaccinated people get sick, says USA Today.
"Vaccination works in preventing severe COVID-19 illness," said Cathy Bennett, president of the New Jersey Hospital Association.
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Hi Becki. yeas Bocce can be played inside as long as you buy the Carpet Bocce. All the best.
Yes, Bocce can be played indoors but the actual game of Golcce cannot. You can, however, play one of the many play variations that are contained within the instruction manual indoors. Those are a lot of fun as well.


A packed agenda has been planned for Pure Grenada's inaugural Dive Fest which seeks to showcase just why diving in Grenada, Carriacou and Petite Martinique is out of this world.
The event which is being executed by the Grenada Scuba Diving Association (GSDA) from 11-14 October 2017 seeks to include divers of all skill levels.
The inaugural Dive Fest begins on 11 October with an opening ceremony at the Coconut Beach Restaurant, Grand Anse which will feature the launch of an Underwater Photography competition. Entries will be invited for the most creative selfie, best wreck image and best reef image. Entries must be submitted by Friday, 13 October.
Thursday, 12 October, it's all about diving! In the morning, beginners will get their feet wet with pool diving at the Radisson Beach Resort. On the same day, more experienced divers will go wreck diving. Pure Grenada has a number of thrilling wreck dives to offer, including the world-famous Bianca C.
Friday, 13 October, it's environment day. In the morning, dive shops in Grenada and Carriacou will send representatives to schools in an island-wide outreach effort to speak to students on the importance of our marine environment and keeping it clean and safe. The day will also feature beach and reef cleanups from 1 pm to 5pm.
Saturday, 14 October is dubbed Invasive Species Control Day. This day will see dive boats parade from Morne Rouge Bay to go hunting for the invasive Caribbean Lionfish. These surprisingly tasty fish will then be prepared at the Coconut Beach Restaurant for the enjoyment of patrons. The curtains will come down on Dive Fest with a social event and prizegiving ceremony for the photo competition.


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NFL Wildcard Playoffs: Detroit Lions vs. Seattle Seahawks
By Chris Pokorny@DawgsByNature Jan 7, 2017, 7:50pm EST
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The Lions ended the season with three straight losses, dropping out of the NFC North lead and in essence "backing in" to the postseason. Some of their offensive issues have come up recently with QB Matthew Stafford's finger injury. During their five-game winning streak prior to that, the defense was allowing 15.6 points per game. None of those five games were against playoff contenders, though. They allowed an average of 30 points per game in the final three games of the season, and all three of those games were against NFC playoff teams.
Seattle has been a little cold heading into the playoffs, but Detroit has been worse off and is facing an uphill battle on the road with the crowd noise. The Lions have basically lost three straight elimination games, and this is the fourth one in a row. Seattle gets the edge here with all their playoff experience, but I don't think they are playing well enough to make it past another round. They could really use a shutout/blowout type of win here to elevate their confidence and give them some momentum. Seahawks 24, Lions 13
Game: Detroit Lions vs. Seattle Seahawks
Date/Time: Saturday, January 7, 2017 at 8:15 p.m. ET
Location: CenturyLink Field, Seattle, WA
Television: NBC - Al Michaels & Cris Collinsworth
NFL Odds: Seahawks by 8, Over/Under = 44.5


Thus begins our circumnavigation of a large swathe of Ecuador by diesel pick up truck. But first we had to sacrifice the dummies.
New Years on the beach.
This morning we four Travelers headed west to Salinas and the beach to celebrate New Years Ecuadorian style, meaning we were off to burn the dummies! The origin of burning dummies -- made of paper mache and/or wood and sawdust -- is a bit of a mystery. Dummies today take the form of political figures, super heroes, manga and anime characters, or famous movie characters. They range from doll size to absolutely, ridiculously huge. They are real works of art. When you burn the dummy at midnight you are burning away the bad things from the old year. So before you throw your dummy on the fire you get to kick it and spit on it. Then you burn it, burning away all the negativity from the year before and then celebrate among firework explosions the rest of the night. It is a enormous, amazing conflagration of a fire ceremony. It should be adopted everywhere.
The first dummy of the morning. This is what we saw as we exited Traveler Nine's family compound. This is one fad that deserves to be burned.
Driving toward Salinas following the dummies. Spiderman and the characters from Madagascar and Ice Age made many showings along the way.
We piled out luggage into the back of Frodo the pick up truck and tied it all together and then tied it to the truck in a sort of Ecuadorian version of the Gordian Knot hoping to keep it from coming under new ownership by enterprising opportunists (a very real possibility). We struck out through Guayaquil, heading straight east, following, passing, or being passed by many vehicles loaded down with dummies. Dummies were also for sale on every corner. There were dummies every where you looked.
The Hulk seemed to be particularly popular.
Buying and selling dummies is serious business.
For some reason Chucky is really popular. Scary! And yes, he et. al. are giving the world the finger.
One of my favorites: the alien from Alien.
A bolon. This was one of my favorite things I ate on this trip. It's plantains, cheese and chicharron (pork rinds) pressed together. Delicious!
Salinas is about an hour and a half from Guayaquil. It's a popular destination for New Years it turns out. Even though it was a relatively short trip we stopped by a roadside stand and had a delicious second breakfast/lunch.
We were fortunate to have the use of a beach house owned by Traveler Nine's aunt. It was a lovely big house. We would celebrate at his other aunt's house down the street. After settling in we headed to beach.
The view toward the beach from our lodgings.
The beach we shared with thousands of other sun worshippers.
The view through the hundreds of "cabanas" lining the beach. Yes, that is a human buried in the sand on the lower left.
The beach was one big party. Hundreds of tent "cabanas" line the beach. Peddlers hawking everything from beer and water to entire wardrobes of clothes and jewelry wander through. Ice cream, empanadas, and fresh fruit juices all can be had. You don't ever have to get out of your beach chair. It is all brought to you. The only difficult part is trying to find your cabana again in the giant sea of cabanas if you dare go for a wander down the beach.
After a completely enjoyable afternoon on the beach this Traveler took a much needed nap. Traveler's Nine, Ten and Thirteen attempted to take Nine's mother to see the sunset on the beach but traffic thwarted their efforts. They ended up at the grocery store instead and picked up much needed supplies for the night's festivities. Or at least that's what I think they said they did. I was half asleep when being told this so this might not have actually happened given that it takes me a while to actually wake up from afternoon naps. I may look awake but I'm not.
As dark fell we ventured out. Nine treated us to flaming shots of something at a bar. We then had a traditional New Years dinner with Nine's very gracious family. Somewhere in here Ten, myself, and Nine's thirteen year old nephew got into the fireworks box a bit early. Fireworks are legal here on a scale not allowed in most of the United States. In fact, I have never lived in a state where they were legal at all, except for sparklers, which hardly rate as fireworks. The three of us had a bit of fun throwing things around that explode and make noise and setting off a few things that flung sparks and fire into the air.
Then it was nearing midnight. Time to burn the dummies. We four Travelers escorted Nine's nephew to the beach to burn his and his sister's dummies. His sister, Nine's niece, had left explicit instructions that her Little Mermaid dummy was not to be burned but, as she was asleep by this time and its bad luck not to burn your dummy, the Little Mermaid made the trip to the beach with us. It would be Ten who sacrificed The Little Mermaid. And yes, we kicked the crap out of those dummies. There was spitting. And finally they were thrown on to the ever growing pile of dummies materializing before us. Dummies were being stacked in their thousands down the beach. Fireworks began to go off all over, set off at random by the citizens and visitors to Salinas. Fireworks zoomed overhead, by your ears, or nearly taking one's face off it you weren't careful.
Then someone put a torch to the dummies. Bonfires of dummies roared to life all along the beach. The past year going up in flames as the air exploded around us all in multicolored rocket propelled conflagrations.
This is how New Years should be done.
Throwing the dummies into the pile.
The flames go higher and higher.
The crowd watches and someone even brought an iPad.
More and more fires appear.
Fireworks join bonfires to complete the fire ceremony.
We returned to Nine's aunt's house where Nine's nephew, with me as paparazzi (and as completely non-effective supervision as my Spanish is not up to saying things like "don't do that or you might blow up that person's car!" or "don't do that or you might blow up that person!"), came up with more and more creative and somewhat terrifying ways to set off fireworks. Nine's nephew has a great future in pyrotechnics or as an ordnance officer.


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What will become of manufacturing site?
What should become of the Boehringer Ingelheim Chemicals Inc. site in Petersburg?
The international drug manufacturer announced last August that due to a changing global marketplace for drugs the Petersburg plant would close.
The closure will affect 240 employees. A partial closure in 2012 impacted 59 workers.
BI Chemicals has paid about $3 million in annual taxes, a blow to the city's budget, and regional leaders are working to find a new owner for the property along Interstate 95.
Recently, Dr. Louis W. Sullivan, a former secretary of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, recently spoke with city residents about the future of the site.
Sullivan said he believes the site should continue to be used for pharmaceutical or related purposes. "The ideal outcome is to find an organization that has similar capabilities," he said.
He stressed changes and growth in the health industry as incentives that would attract business to the site, especially small startups. Sullivan said a group of startup companies would be ideal for the site and could create an "entrepreneurial park."
However, Sullivan said his suggestions are still in the planning stages. He is currently assessing the city's dynamics and potential needs.
The city has not officially hired Sullivan as a consultant.
Boehringer Ingelheim Chemicals explored selling the facility, but was unable to find a suitable buyer. Meanwhile, the company has committed to working with city and state officials to find an appropriate use for the facility.
Boehringer Ingelheim Chemicals is working hard to sell the site, according to city officials. Needless to say finding a suitable use for a major manufacturing site In Petersburg will be an important factor in the city's economy.


A three bedroomed semi detached property in a popular location. Benefitting from Gas Central Heating and UPVC Double Glazing. Accommodation comprising of Entrance Hall, Kitchen/Diner, Lounge. First Floor Landing,Three Bedrooms and Bathroom. Gardens to Front and Rear and Off Road Parking. EPC RATING C.
ENTRANCE HALL approached via a UPVC double-glazed front entrance door. Having ceiling light point, radiator, tiled flooring and stairs leading to First Floor Landing.
KITCHEN/DINER 18' 3" x 10' 2" (5.56m x 3.1m) fitted with bases units with wood work tops and composite sink unit with drainer and mixer tap. Integrated Neff Appliances of five-ring gas cooker with extractor over hood, grill and oven. Further appliance space for fridge freezer and washing machine. Two ceiling light points wall mounted combi boiler, two radiators and tiled flooring. UPVC double-glazed door to side and UPVC double-glazed window and French doors to rear elevation. Wood French doors to Lounge.
LOUNGE 12' x 12' 2" (3.66m x 3.71m) having a ceiling light point, radiator and UPVC double-glazed window to front elevation.
FIRST FLOOR LANDING Having ceiling light point and UPVC double-glazed window to side.
BEDROOM ONE 12' 3" x 9' 8" (3.73m x 2.95m) Having ceiling point, radiator and UPVC double-glazed window to front elevation.
BEDROOM TWO 10' 5" x 10' 10" (3.18m x 3.3m) Having ceiling point, radiator and UPVC double-glazed window to rear elevation.
BEDROOM THREE 9' 2" x 8' 4" (2.79m x 2.54m) Having ceiling point, radiator and UPVC double-glazed window to front elevation.
BATHROOM comprising of close-coupled wc with pedestal hand wash basin and panelled bath with mains shower over head. Ceiling light point, heated towel rail and UPVC double-glazed window to rear elevation.
OUTSIDE The property is set back from the road having a driveway with ample off road parking. Lawned area and having access to rear garden via pedestrian gate. The rear garden is approached via UPVC double-glazed French doors onto decked patio area.Fully enclosed and is mainly laid to lawn with gravel borders.


Bay Area rap vet Too Short was onto something in 1993 when he told us to get in where we fit in. We should all find a space that accepts us and allows us to grow.
If you're an upcoming artist, finding your niche and target audience is a perfect example of getting in where you fit in as you build a fanbase that will actively support you.
A niche is a specific market within the music genre you're in. For example, if you're a rap artist, your main genre of music is Hip-Hop/Rap, and there are many subdivisions, or sub-genres, within it like gangsta rap, conscious rap, regional rap, and trap just to name a few.
To figure out what your niche may be, ask yourself who you make music for.
Do you make music for the trappers? The dreamers? The backpackers? The ladies? The club? The beat-heads? Seriously, think about it.
Let's say your niche doesn't even exist yet and you want to be the first to make music for an extremely unique group of people like vegan trap skateboarders or acid-jazz conspiracy theorists. These are terrible examples but you get the point.
Whoever you do it for, that's your niche and that's the audience you should target.
Knowing what category your music falls into helps to find people who will support and stay loyal to your brand.
So do your homework on who your audience is and create a dope marketing plan that will get your music to the right ears.


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CUPE members continue picketing Wood Buffalo Housing lockout
Published on: May 17, 2019 | Last Updated: May 20, 2019 2:14 PM EDT
Dozens of CUPE members listen to Mark Hancock, CUPE's national president, speak at the Municipal building in downtown Fort McMurray during their picket the ongoing Wood Buffalo Housing lockout on Friday. May 17, 2019. Laura Beamish/Fort McMurray Today/Postmedia Network
Cheered on by drivers honking their horns in support as they drove past the municipal building, unionized employees of Wood Buffalo Housing continued picketing the organization after they were locked-out last week.
The lockout came after the leadership of the organization and members of CUPE Local 1505 failed to reach an agreement that would not involve layoffs.
Henry Hunter, president of Wood Buffalo Housing, says the organization's financial status means 25 groundskeepers, housekeepers and maintenance workers have to be laid off. Those positions would be taken over by a third-party company.
Rory Gill, CUPE Alberta president, and Mark Hancock, CUPE's national president, joined those picketing in support of CUPE Local 1505.
"The only way you're going to find solutions to problems is to be at the bargaining table," said Hancock. "We're willing to meet and bargain and talk about those issues. We have some ideas that will help bring some savings to them, but not at the cost of jobs for the membership here."
Mark Hancock, CUPE's national president, speaks at the Municipal building in downtown Fort McMurray during their picket the ongoing Wood Buffalo Housing lockout on Friday. May 17, 2019. Laura Beamish/Fort McMurray Today/Postmedia Network
Hancock said CUPE members across Canada have started donating to Local 1505.
"You're not just taking on the dozens of employees that work here, you're not just taking on the 30,000 members that we have in Alberta," he said to the crowd. "You've picked a fight with the Canadian Union of Public Employees and that means 680,000 people are standing here with us."
Since 2015, Hunter says Wood Buffalo Housing has been running a deficit expected to reach $1.5 million by the end of this year.
Wood Buffalo Housing have been negotiating with CUPE Local 1505, who represent 49 unionized workers, since October 2018.
The organization has more than 1,300 living units between 16 properties. In an interview, Hunter said changes in the population, local rental rates and housing availability has kept 200 of those units empty and that the vacancy rate plateaued.
Dozens of CUPE members picket at the Municipal building in downtown Fort McMurray during the ongoing Wood Buffalo Housing lockout on Friday. May 17, 2019. Laura Beamish/Fort McMurray Today/Postmedia Network
CUPE has rejected the argument that layoffs are a solution to the financial issues facing the organization.
"This is not about higher wages, this is about our members wanting to work, do the job they were hired to do and take care of the residents of this community," said Judy Collier, president of CUPE Local 1505. "We will, and we want to work with the employers to find efficiencies, again, they will not negotiate with us."
Hollie Pearce is one union member that has been locked lot. As a single mother, she said it has been difficult not getting her regular paycheque, but remains steadfast because it's "the right thing to do… there's a solution for their financial issues, but this just isn't it."
"We care about our community, we're here fore our residents," she said. "Our employees that are here now, they fight for their residents. They want to be there, they want to see their faces every day, they want to continue building the relationships that we already have with our residents."
Hollie Pearce (right) pickets at the Municipal building in downtown Fort McMurray during the ongoing Wood Buffalo Housing lockout on Friday. May 17, 2019. Laura Beamish/Fort McMurray Today/Postmedia Network
In a Friday afternoon interview, Hunter said that he doesn't see any other option.
"We need a new business model and the only way we can implement that business model that we can see is the elimination of 25 positions and replacing them with contractors," he said.
Hunter also rejected Hancock's calls for Mayor Don Scott and Wood Buffalo's councillors to force WBH back to negotiations with CUPE. In a statement sent the day after the rally, Hunter said the organization is still an independent corporation led by a board of directors and CEO.
"We're always welcome to sit down at the table, we have been right from the beginning," Hunter said on Friday. "We asked them if they have any better ideas on how we could make similar savings without needing layoffs then we would be welcome to hear it."
– With files from Vincent McDermott
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I heard Rob Shaul talking about the Quiet Professional on an Art of Manliness podcast and I have since been consumed with this approach to life.
The term comes from the Special Forces community but Rob builds the idea into a holistic message that coveys several big ideas.
It is a craftsman mentality; go to work and chase perfection.
UPDATE: The original essay is below but there is also a series of video presentations that he did for the Denver Fire Department that was also worth the watch.
It took me until my 40s (I'm a slow learner…) to realize, "It's not about me." I've finally matured past the point of chasing individual accolades or accomplishments – and have come to realize these can be as fleeting, and unfulfilling as a shiny new purchase. Turning this corner is incredibly liberating. Ambition, angst, jealousy have faded and with their evaporation has come to a growing sense of solace. I'm intense, and have sought this solace, but until my 40's thought it would come when I'd reached an "acceptable" level of personal accomplishment. Only when I let that go and put the mission, and others, first, have I begun to realize a budding sense of peace.
Quiet professionals are "happy grinders." There's an understanding that huge leaps forward are few and fleeting, and most advancements is evolutionary. Keep grinding, keep improving, keep learning, have patience, and improvement is steady. Daily small steps forward lead to big gains over time. Stop looking for shortcuts and get to work on becoming a true craftsman.
4) Knowing what to do = Easy. Doing It = Hard.
Driven not by competitiveness and ambition but by a sincere wish to improve and a strong respect for the profession.
A quiet professional lives an intentional life.
Everything is done for a reason, in pursuit of excellence. Greatness is often achieved but it is never the goal.
The process is embraced; it is the journey that counts.