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Double Delight – Folk Club April
Whoever first said you don't get anything for nothing had never attended Bonn Folk Club. They certainly would have changed their minds if they were at Dotty's Sportsbar/Restaurant for FCB #101. It was a night on which we actually enjoyed multiple 'somethings for nothing' in the form of two excellent headline acts from the Folk World – and that's before factoring in the additional 'something for nothings' that came in the form of numerous local and visiting musicians who once again dropped by to perform a song or three. Here's the low-down on an evening with Daria Kulesh, Lindsay May and many other contributors to another magical evening of acoustic bliss.
Over at the merchandise tables…
Fate can be a hard thing to bear. Take Friday at 6.45 pm at Dotty's as an example. I was proudly setting out my new photobook celebrating 100 Folk Clubs, only to discover that, for the first time in my memory, we have two performers with merchandise stands. Daria Kulesch had some rather adorable little puppets pepping up her table whilst Lindsay May had an attractive turquoise chiffon runner under her collection of cd's, T-shirts and tote bags. Attractive as the presentations were, they were also a sign that 'something for nothing' is not a way to make a living for professional musicians of course. A quick decision: 'My books can wait until next month'. My philosophy is that if you see a good professional musician for nothing then 10 Euros for a CD is a bargain (and even if you bought it last time, as John Harrison always points out with a smile, Christmas is never far away).
John Harrison's opening musical salvo included Leadbelly's 'The Last Fair Deal Going down' which seemed appropriate for an Englishman exasperated by the current dithering from Britain's Parliament over Article #50. Englishman? John has also taken the wise option of taking up German citizenship. Just in case the last fair deal does indeed go down in the London/Brussels dustpipe.
John Harrison in 'The Zone'
Gerald Matuchek seemed much more relaxed about life though (maybe because he isn't British?). At least his song from Grundermann 'Immer Wieder wächst das Gras' (The grass will always grow again) sounded positive. Possibly his second number was similarly positive, but my Polish is non-existent so I can't comment on the lyrical quality of 'Jeszcze Sen' (Dieser Traum).
Fresh from appearances at the Springmaus, The Grufties certainly hit the ground running where positivity is concerned. Marius Müller's 'Es Geht Mir Gut' radiates optimism – until the last verse which sees the complete ensemble hobbling around the stage with aching limbs at least. The following 'Jede Zelle meines Körpers ist Glücklich' (Every cell in my body is happy) from Günther Sturm can, therefore, be taken with something of a dry-boned pinch of salt. It did have the whole audience standing and waving arms vigorously in the air though. Put all that enthusiasm down to the fact that these 'Grufties' have refined their act brilliantly via the popular and long-running 'Rock n Rollators' theatre show. I had aching arms the next day – but they certainly fooled me into believing every cell in my body was happy at the time at least.
A quartet of Grufties
I'm not sure that The Scorpions will have ageing in mind when they surely sing the classic 'Wind of Change' at Kunst!Rasen this Summer. I'm not sure that Lothar Prünte did either when he played it tonight. There was far too much smiling on his part for it to be a change for the worse after all. Something about walls coming down I think – Donald Trump wouldn't be smiling I suspect.
Lothar shares, in common with Robert Hrubes, the ability to take the whole audience in via his sheer enthusiasm for the music being presented. It's been a while since Robert was here (I know he visited sometime in 2016 for certain) but he's based in San Francisco which is a fair excuse. Actually, Robert usually shares a stage with Paolo Pacifico, but proved to be a very charismatic 'frontman' in his own right as he took on popular oldies 'Let it Be' and 'House of the Rising Sun' before finishing his piano-driven set with another classic made famous by The Animals ("one of my all-time favourite groups" – Robert) 'Bring it on Home' in which he was enthusiastically joined not just by John Harrison and Hansjörg Schall, but also by most of the audience.
Robert Hrubes gives it 100%
Wolfgang Schriefer's choice of song 'Eve of Destruction' seemed like a nice counterweight to the optimism of songs like the earlier 'Es geht mir Gut' and perhaps even to 'Let it Be' which it might be argued suggests leaving the lunatics to take over the asylum – but I really shouldn't keep referencing Brexit and British politics every paragraph.
Hansjörg Schall
Funny Thursday saw the welcome return of Hansjörg Schall's choir Funny Thursday. I must remember next time to ask about the name, but the singing itself is no mystery – just vocal heaven. Another musician appearing at Kunst!Rasen this year was song checked when the choir sang John Fogerty's 'Have you ever seen the Rain?' and' although I'm not sure about 'Auld Lang Syne' being sung any time after 1 January in any year it proved a popular sing-along choice even without a glass of champagne.
'Born to Run' with a double bass backing though was one of those inspired oddities that makes a visit to Folk Club worthwhile anytime for the magic of the unknown. Thank you Gerald & Co for that one. I rather liked their take on 'Creep' too. It made me think Radiohead would make a great featured artist at Folk Club. Or maybe not all of their material translates so well into acoustic folk?
Lindsay May smiles for the camera
Usually, I would finish my review with the Featured Guest. When there are two of them – and they are two Ladies who are so different in style, temperament and delivery though it's impossible deciding who to start with, without giving the impression that one 'supported' the other. In the end, I tossed a coin, and start with a review of Canadian Lindsay May.
Or maybe that was a mistake. I wouldn't want to get on Lindsay's bad side. There's a song called 'Start somewhere' that she penned, with the lyric "My neighbour's house is on fire. I know because I started it myself." not to mention that she is over 6 feet tall and immediately after stepping under the spotlights is staking her ground and smiling straight down the lens of Sabine's Nikon at a nearby table. I hope I'm going to like her music. If not, I might need to change my name and home address after this review.
Fortunately, I do like her music. Very much in fact. Back in the day, Lindsay May might even have been a regular on The Grand Ole Opry. She might be singing tonight in a Folk Club in Bonn, but she has the vocal sound of a Nashville Country Star and the sassy confidence of a June Carter. Lindsay May is watching all the angles for sure as well. There are t-shirts and tote- bags on the merchandise table alongside the cd's, and she asks during the break if I can get a shot from behind of her with the audience for Facebook. Something she didn't see coming though was the glass of red wine deposited on the piano top behind her by the young waiter who had earlier passed in front of her as she began a song. "He's nice", she had winked. "If you see him come by carrying a glass of red wine later please let me know" The sheer timing of the said young waiters arrival was worth an Oscar. The applause and laughter were priceless.
Lindsay May
Lindsay May is also a committed songwriter, and her lyrics sound, as all the best ones seem to sound, carved from real life – but with a fresh twist. I've heard many a love song but the simple line "Sitting in my window. Face full of Sun" is a wonderful way to describe waiting for that special someone in life. Or take "I Told a Lie, because I wanted you". Her lyrics leave you wondering what will come next. Even the song titles themselves make you hungry for more: 'I get what I tolerate', ' Love gets ripped away'. Great songs accompanied by a slick black acoustic guitar that Johnny Cash would have enjoyed picking and Lindsay is also a mean Mandolin player. I have enough tote bags and band t-shirts to fill a wardrobe, but I do indulge in buying a cd and her 'Acoustic 4.0' doesn't disappoint as a reminder of an excellent set by a talented songwriter.
It was not going to be an easy matter to take the stage after a 'force of Nature' that is Lindsay May. It fell to Daria Kulesh to close out Folk Club #101 though, and where May commanded instant attention, Kulesh was content to let her natural magic gradually win us over. She began by introducing her 'friends' this evening. Tiny dolls. Small they may be, but they become larger than life when she begins to introduce them more formally.
Kulesh, like May, is a storyteller. The two styles are worlds apart though. May's World is the real one with all its beauties and heartaches. The dolls suggest that Kulesh inhabits a World of Fairytale, and fairytales can be pretty scary places to be as anyone with a knowledge of The Grimm Brothers will attest. Each song is preceded by a lengthy description of its background and creation, that sometimes seems as long as the song itself but actually embellish it perfectly – helped also by the obvious sincerity and emotion brought to each introduction.
Daria now lives in the UK, but she was born in Russia and her ancestors came from Ingushetia in the Russian Caucasus Mountains. The Ingushetians were deported under Stalin's regime and the songs tonight often show the pain of that deportation. Daresh even falters momentarily during 'The Moon & The Pilot'. it's intensity almost seems to consume her, and when she falters it's as if she has come out of a musical trance. The song tells of her Grandmother who, despite being married to a heroic wartime pilot, is deported. It's a song of courage and defiance and it is truly hypnotic. In unison with her beautifully honey-toned vocal delivery and the eerie intonations of a Shruti box, the Folk Club quickly finds itself drawn into a magical set. A Fairytale set you might even say.
Daria Kulesh and Shruti Box
A Shruti box? I hear you ask. Well, I hope I do. Or maybe I'm the only one in the room who wondered what that strange instrument on Daria's lap was. In keeping with the fairytale entrance and the dolls, when I saw her pick up a small oblong object from the table I was expecting it to be a book from which she was about to read. In fact, she began opening it and closing it to create the most eerily and beautiful atmospheric music I've heard in a long time. I even took the opportunity whilst she was called back for the encore to take a seat behind where she was playing to see what was going on. The box actually has some keys at the back which are played as the box is opened with a bellows effect. It is, to be exact, a drone instrument from India (not to be confused with the drone 'instrument' from Heathrow recently).
I've already mentioned 'The Moon and the Pilot' which is about Daria's Grandmother and if there is a theme that unites the material from her this evening it's female courage. There's a song about Jane Wenham, a true story of the 1712 conviction and later pardoning of a girl accused of witchcraft. My earlier mention of The Brothers Grimm fits the style of 'Vasilia' – a Russian Babes in the Wood fairytale with a twist as the girl protagonist finally burns her wicked stepmother to ashes. There is a song too ( 'Shame or Glory' ) dedicated to Florence Foster Jenkins. This ladies biggest claim to fame is that, despite being universally vilified for not having a decent voice, she came to play the Carnegie Hall. She managed to carry off the concert fearlessly too, but died only months after the show – some say of a broken heart at all the bad reviews. What matters though to Daria Kulesh is her courage of conviction, or, as was famously remembered, her quote: "People may say I can't sing. But no one can ever say I DID NOT sing!"
Daria Kulesh spots someone singing out of key?
Daria Kulesh herself though very definitely can sing. I would not advise anyone to try covering anything made famous by Sandy Denny, but Kulesh is as fearless as Florence Foster Jenkins with 'The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood'. Unlike Mrs Jenkins, she need have no fear of negative criticism. She has a quintessentially English Folk voice, and British Folk Guru Mike Harding describes Kulesh as one of his favourite singer-songwriters. She certainly proved Harding's wisdom with her performance on this magical Friday in April.
Did I mention that the new Daria Kulesh disc 'Earthly Delights' includes musical contributions from members of Britain's premier Folk Band 'Show of Hands'? Or that top multi-instrumentalist Jonny Dyer is also on it? Did I mention that entrance to Folk Club Bonn is free? I think you get the message. You can very definitely get something very special for nothing – but please buy a cd (or t-shirt/tote bag) afterwards. Music may calm the savage beast, and applause is very much appreciated – but it doesn't calm the hungry stomach or fill the petrol tank of gifted musicians. We really are a lucky bunch in Bonn in the quality of musicians who play at FCB. It says much for the club and its international reputation.
The last word(s) and video go to Daria Kulesh introducing her song 'The Moon & The Pilot' …
"With The Moon and the Pilot, we remember those for whom 23 February 1944 was the end of the world as they knew it and the start of an outrageous injustice which cuts deep, even to this day. It's the story of a family and a nation banished from their homeland – Ingushetia – under the orders of Stalin. The dictator declared them enemies of the state in 1944 – when in fact they had been fighting for Russia in the war, and lost loved ones in the process. In the middle of winter, on 23 February 1944, Ingush and Chechen people were brutally deported from their homes.
Despite being written about an atrocity carried out over 70 years ago, the theme of 'The Moon and the Pilot' is achingly current. A song of our time, a song for a world where people are displaced every day by inhumane governments and war."
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The proposed ALUCP will replace the plan adopted by the Truckee Tahoe Airport Land Use Commission in 2010 for the Truckee Tahoe Airport, which is owned and operated by the Truckee Tahoe Airport, which is owned and operated by the Truckee Tahoe Airport District. The preparation or amendment of an ALUCP for public use airports is required by the CA State Aeronautics Act. The proposed Airport Influence Area is defined as the area in which current or future airport related noise, overflight, safety, or airspace protection factors may significantly affect land uses or necessitate restrictions on those uses. The proposed ALUCP is regulatory in nature and neither the project - the adoption of the ALUCP - nor its subsequent implementation by local agencies would directly lead to any new development or physical change to the environment.


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10 Famous Novelists Who Became Screenwriters
Marlo Puzo penned both the novel and the screenplay for The Godfather | © Paramount Pictures
Marnie Sehayek
Herman Melville once said, 'To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.' Perhaps it is the mighty themes that have made Hollywood so keen to retell the mighty books as mighty movies. The transition isn't always seamless. Writing for reading and writing for viewing are two very different enterprises. However, these ten authors-turned-screenwriters have proven their prowess both on the page and on the big screen.
Truman Capote is known for the mega literary hits In Cold Blood and Breakfast at Tiffany's, which were both adapted for the silver screen. Capote made a brief foray into screenwriting with The Innocents and co-penned 1953's Beat the Devil, which made the late Roger Ebert's 'Great Movies' list. It's a special accomplishment considering the author cranked out scenes against daily deadlines set by director John Huston, who threw the original script out on day one of filming and flew Capote in to fix it. With an ensemble of excellent character actors including Humphrey Bogart, Jennifer Jones, and Gina Lollobrigida, the film was an instant cult classic and has been called the first camp movie.
Chandler's detective fiction defined the genre so much that seven out of his eight novels were made into films, though none of the screenplays were penned by the author himself. However, Chandler did bring other noir classics to life in co-writing Double Indemnity with Billy Wilder, Strangers on a Train with Alfred Hitchcock, and the original screenplay for The Blue Dahlia. With a slew of successful novels and several well-respected films to boot, Chandler's world-weary detective archetype has had a lasting impact on American culture.
Many of Michael Crichton's stories have found their way to Hollywood. It's not often that a writer adapts their own work for the screen, but that's exactly what Crichton did for blockbuster hits Jurassic Park, The Great Train Robbery, and Rising Sun. He also created the award-winning hospital drama television series, ER. Though several of his other novels have made cinema debuts, most of them suffered without Crichton at the helm. His knack for storytelling in a variety of media was particularly clear in 1994 when he simultaneously released the number one film, TV series, and novel with Jurassic Park, ER, and Disclosure respectively.
Brett Easton Ellis
Authoring Less Than Zero and American Psycho (which were both made into films), Brett Easton Ellis' poster boyhood for sinister '80s decadence also extends to cinema with erotic thriller The Canyons, starring adult film star James Deen and Lindsay Lohan, and the adaptation of his novel The Informers, co-written with Nicholas Jarecki. Ellis has dabbled in multiple storytelling formats, from novels, short stories and screenplays to directing and even acting. Consistent throughout is a sense of sordid sexuality, angst, and dark lavishness, which is distinctly Ellis.
The author of memoir A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers lent his hand to a coming-of-age story of a different sort in penning the screenplay for Where the Wild Things Are, adapted from Maurice Sendak's classic children's book. He also co-wrote comedy-drama Away We Go with his wife, Vendela Vida. Eggers is a prolific writer and editor of both fact and fiction, as well as the founder of the comedic literary magazine McSweeny's and several non-profit educational organizations.
The author of several dark and mysterious novels, including New York Times bestseller Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn authored the screenplay adaptation of the psychological thriller, which was directed by David Fincher. A longtime staff reporter and then television critic for Entertainment Weekly, Flynn moonlighted as a novelist, writing her first works while she was still working in journalism. Since her praised collaboration with Fincher, it's likely we haven't seen the last of Flynn's writing for the screen.
English novelist Nick Hornby, who wrote wry and dry comedic classics High Fidelity and About A Boy, has also proven his chops in adapting novels for the screen. His penchant for writing characters who seek – who are aimless, unsure, or obsessed with self-discovery – is clear in all of his works, including his screenplays for An Education, Wild, and Brooklyn. In addition to a prolific body of work in writing and editing, Hornby has also authored lyrics for musical artist Ben Folds, and his interest in music is apparent in many of his works, especially High Fidelity, in which music is personal mythology.
Larry McMurtry specializes in writing the atmosphere and characters of cowboy country, from the old American West to the contemporary South. His novels include Terms of Endearment and Lonesome Dove, the latter a Pulitzer Prize winner that became the eponymous Emmy-winning television mini-series. McMurtry also co-wrote the screenplay for Brokeback Mountain with producer Diana Ossana, a tragic love story between cowboys whose representation of a multi-faceted same-sex relationship drew critical acclaim. McMurtry's works have received over 30 Academy Award nominations and over a dozen wins.
Mario Puzo's Mafia novels include the genre-defining The Godfather, which he co-adapted into the cinema trilogy directed by Francis Ford Coppola. His early career as a pulp journalist exposed him to anecdotes about the Mafia, which his publisher encouraged him to expound upon in the novel. The Godfather was a New York Times best-selling book and went on to be an Oscar winner as a film – Puzo took home Best Adapted Screenplay for both The Godfather and The Godfather Part II. Puzo also co-wrote the screenplay for 1978's Superman.
John Steinbeck is firmly positioned in the American literary canon, with many lauded novels including Of Mice and Men, Cannery Row, East of Eden, Grapes of Wrath and so on considered emblematic of American literature. He wrote the screenplay for several films as well, including the adaptations of his own Viva Zapata and The Red Pony. Most of his popular novels were adapted as screenplays by other writers, animating his quintessential themes of downtrodden everymen against a world of injustice.


Vendors include local artists and crafters (pottery, African straw baskets, honey and related products, quilted/knit/crochet/sewn items, pet treats, soap, etc.). Also present will be commercial vendors (Tupperware, Wildtree, Scentsy, and more). Proceeds benefit our parish youth programs.


FT33 chef-owner Matt McCallister announced Tuesday that the Design District restaurant is closing.
Talk to any food critic or writer in town, and you'll quickly learn that it's not hyperbole to call FT33 — Matt McCallister's forward-thinking ode to the uber-local and uber-seasonal — the best restaurant in Dallas. Over the restaurant's six years, McCallister and his team have raised the bar for fine dining in Dallas, and much of that team has moved on to take that ethos into every corner of the city's food scene.
Now, FT33's time is up. McCallister announced the restaurant's impending closure Tuesday afternoon on Facebook.
"It is with mixed emotions that I announce the last day of service at FT33 will be June 23, 2018," McCallister writes. "This is also the 2-year mark of my sobriety, which was not intentional but feels serendipitous. While part of me feels a sense of relief to finally get to this moment, it is still bittersweet and full of emotion"
FT33 Transformed Dallas Fine Dining. With a Creative Resurgence, It's Trying Again.
McCallister didn't explain why he's throwing in the towel on FT33 but noted that he's got other things in the works.
"I feel that the food we are cooking now is what FT always aspired to be but it took a while to find its true voice. I've also grown up a bit … maybe I've grown beyond what FT once fulfilled for me," he writes. "That isn't a bad thing … it just is.
"I have something fun in the works, so don't worry, you'll be hearing from me soon."


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This semester, I'm taking Religion & Science with Dr. Jeri Wieringa (yes, she's stuck with me again, bless her). Our first reading was one familiar to me: "What's in a Name?" from Russell McCutcheon's Studying Religion: An Introduction. This chapter gives excellent examples for the argument that naming a thing says more about the namer than the actual name. One of my classmates gave a useful example of this: Our own names.
Most parents plan their child's name long before birth. It's more about the parents and their experiences in the moment of naming than it is about the infant being named. I, for example, am named after both of my grandmothers. On my father's side, I shared the name Frances with my grandmother. On my mother's side, I have shared the name Sadie with my grandmother, great-grandmother, several dogs, and even a horse. Ironically, both of these women despised their first names and opted for middle names and nicknames to identify themselves instead. Eileen and Fanny begged my parents not to name me after them. The names were too old-fashioned they argued; I would hate being called Sadie-Frances . . . which, naturally, has made me love my names all the more. But, naming me after these women was not up to me. It was entirely up to my parents. Something that seems so central to my identity — my name — was not in my power to influence (nor my concerned grandmothers, as it turned out).
Continue reading "When a chair becomes a throne"


Government has begun auditing projects executed in the last few years by public officials as the presidency gradually and quietly unrolls its cleanup exercise in the ministries, departments and agencies (MDAs).
Part of government's objectives is to identify various questionable transactions or projects that failed to meet statutory procedures, a presidency source told IT Edge News in Abuja. "There would be no ministers or ministerial appointment until this process has been done," said the source.
Agencies under the Communication Technology ministry as well as those under Science and Innovation ministry are quietly being scrutinized and their former or serving heads put under auditors' watch.
Heads of government agencies many with petitions already against them are to be axed, it was learnt. Others are penciled down for sack for actions tantamount to abuse of official procedures, even if there are clear no petitions against them.
"People with known case of impunity and who clearly were appointed outside of laid down procedures will go, I can assure you" said the insider who should know.
The federal government had hired auditing firms including KPMG, and PriceWaterHouseCoopers (PwC) to assess the operations of all revenue generating agencies such as the Nigeria Customs Service, Federal Internal Revenue Service (FIRS), Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC), and Nigerian Ports Authority (NPA) among others.
Several other agencies majorly in the IT and Telecom sector are also being scrutinized as government has affirmed that it would carry out an "extensive and holistic" review of all the procedures and practices that have occurred in the agencies in the last five to eight years, where necessary.


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Charlotte Magazine /
October 2017 /
Life Lessons: Radio Host/Lawyer Stefan Latorre
He helps calm fears with facts
By ALLISON BRADEN
RICK HOVIS
STEFAN LATORRE IS an early riser. He travels often, but every weekday at 7:30 a.m., you can find him on his Spanish language radio show, "La Verdad de la Ley." The name of the show translates literally as "The Truth of the Law," and that's what he intends to convey. When he started the program more than 10 years ago, the lawyer set out to address common concerns and misconceptions, and inform Charlotte's Hispanic community about their legal rights. Listeners call in with their legal questions and Latorre provides the best answers he can. The show is broadcast on stations up and down the east coast, including Charlotte's Latina 102.3 and La Raza 106.1.
When he's not taking caller questions, Latorre and his staff represent clients in personal injury, workers' compensation, criminal defense, and immigration cases. Latorre also served as chair of Charlotte's Immigrant Integration Task Force, where he studied the city's immigrant population and made recommendations to improve quality of life for all Charlotte residents.
Latorre sat down with Charlotte magazine recently and talked about his show as well as the changes he's seen over two decades of living and working here.
Here he is, in his own words, edited for clarity and space:
BACK WHEN I STARTED, there was a little station—there was only one station—that was transmitting in Spanish, and at least half of it was religious. I talked to somebody there and they gave me a half-an-hour slot, and I started doing the question-and-answer once a week. Now it's on every day (weekdays from 7:30-8, and Saturdays from 8-8:30) and we're on 13 stations.
WHEN I OPENED MY PRACTICE, people would come in and say, "They won't register my child in school. They refuse to." Just from frustration, I'd pick up the phone and call the principal and have to straighten them out on what the requirements were. But over the years, the community certainly is much more informed now of their legal rights.
THEY JUST DIDN'T HAVE THAT KIND OF INFORMATION AVAILABLE, and that's the reason for starting the show. To give correct, legal information to everybody and keep them better educated. I've always said that knowledge is power, and that's what I tell them. Become informed of your rights.
WHEN I WAS DOING INTERNATIONAL TAX, the clients of the firm (were) multinational companies and very wealthy individuals, and, when I switched, I was dealing with common people. It was a complete change. My lawyer friends thought that I was making a mistake. When you say international tax compared to a lawyer that's doing personal injury, dealing with blue collar workers and immigrants, it seems like no comparison. It would almost seem like you're a brain surgeon compared to a dentist. My lawyer friends thought I was crazy.
I FOUND IT MUCH MORE PERSONALLY REWARDING, because you're dealing with people and affecting their lives in a much more impactful way.
THE IMMIGRANT COMMUNITY HERE IS DIVERSE—over 100 countries are represented. The Hispanics are the largest, and among the Hispanics, the Mexican community is the largest. Most people think that all immigrants coming in here are uneducated and laborers, which is not the case. Actually, there's a huge number that are very educated, that are coming here with work visas and doing more technical jobs.
THERE'S GOOD PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER. There's good people here, too. But I think we're better by having a good mix. Charlotte has certainly grown that way, and I'm very happy about that growth and the diversity that we have here.
I WAS BORN IN COLOMBIA. I came here (to the United States) when I was three. The immigration laws back then were much easier than today. My father had a sister that was a U.S. citizen in Minneapolis, and through her we got our residency. Now, an application like that takes well over 10 years and, if you're Mexican, it's a 20-year or more application.
MY DAD, BECAUSE HE WAS AN IMMIGRANT, didn't have the same opportunities. He's a hard worker––he immediately got a job and was working the whole time. He was never unemployed, that I can remember. There was a lot of work, and he was willing to work.
I DIDN'T NECESSARILY MOVE HERE (TO CHARLOTTE) and say, "I'm staying here forever." I always thought I was going to go back to Miami. But Charlotte grows on you. People are very friendly. It's a clean, safe city overall––it's a great place.
IN MIAMI, there's a lot of Hispanics, so it's not like I felt very different. We were in a working-class neighborhood, went to public school. We had struggles as immigrants, but it's so much more tough for the immigrant that's coming in here undocumented. And that's why you gotta admire people that are able to succeed.
WE SHOULD HELP THOSE PEOPLE. We entice them to come in here or didn't enforce our laws then; we certainly can't deport them now, 10 years later, when they have families. Are we just going to continue to let them sit here undocumented? We should do something to fix that problem that only the federal government can do. It will help us all. Just having undocumented workers be able to go out and get a work permit and a driver's license is good for everybody.
TRUMP CREATED A LOT OF FEAR in the community. I talked to my callers, and I told them to be calm. Trump spoke very strongly on immigration. The fear was that he would do mass rounding up and deportations. I told all of my listeners, "Be calm, let's wait." And sure enough, after a little while it was very clear that that's not what was going on, and people exaggerate and said false things. The panic went away. He has made some changes and there are some things that are harder now, but it's a lot better than it could have been.
IMMIGRANTS ARE GOING TO BE MORE VULNERABLE than others because they're new to the country. They're not going to know the laws, they may not speak the language, they may not know the customs, may not know some very basic things. And there are people that take advantage of that, but I'm there every morning––I'm not hiding from anybody––and I think that gives them a little trust.
IF YOU'RE ONLY DEALING WITH PEOPLE THAT ARE LIKE YOU and your same economic or professional setting, you're in a bubble. You don't see things. But in my line of work, you see people from everywhere, and you really see the suffering and the difficulty and the needs that they go through. It reminds you of how fortunate you are.
I BELIEVE THAT ANYONE IN THIS COUNTRY, if they want to, can go to school and can be whatever they want to be. But you can't say that in some other countries. You may not be able to do it, period. In the U.S., you have great opportunities to improve yourself that you're not going to have in some other countries, even though here there are areas where it's much harder. In some of these countries, the only way is to leave the country.
I THINK FELLOW AMERICANS don't realize how fortunate we are to be in this country. Yes, of course we have some problems and all kinds of division and so forth, but overall this is a great country. We're very fortunate to be here.
I'VE TRAVELED EXTENSIVELY, and I have clients from all over the world. They're coming to the U.S. for a reason: Because we're the best. Overall, we're the best. Are we perfect? Of course not. But we are the best.
IT'S AMAZING THE WAY YOU CAN HELP PEOPLE just by guiding them sometimes. Some people are really happy when they hear what they can do––that they have this right or that right.
THE GUYS HERE AT NORSAN (MEDIA) say that when I go on the radio there's a spike right away. There's no other time when so many people want to call. During important times, I've started with a summary of what's going on, but most of the time I just go in there and the thing is lit up right away. And I just go with caller No. 1.
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Check out this new episode of "24HRs & My passport" The Geneva Edition. In this episode AJ takes you on a journey throughout the city of Geneva, Switzerland. He teaches you tips & tricks on how to navigate through the city, with minor hiccups.
What was the weather like that day?
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Bawumia Has Nothing Profitable To Add To The Fight Against Corona Virus – General Mosquito
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The General Secretary of the National Democratic Congress (NDC), Johnson Asiedu Nketia, popularly known as General Mosquito has taken a swipe at the Vice President, Dr Mahamudu Bawumia.
The NDC scribe said the Vice President has demonstrated that he has nothing good to offer in Ghana's fight against the novel COVID-19.
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General Mosquito said recent comments by Dr Bawumia shows that he is not adhering to President Nana Addo Dankwa Akufo-Addo's directive of taking politics out of the fight.
He explained that since the outbreak of the COVID-19 in the country, every instruction given by the President has been flouted by NPP government officials.
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"I think that Dr Mahamudu Bawumia has nothing to contribute to the COVID-19 debate and fight and he wants people to stop concentrating on the virus and talk about probably the one-village-one-dam, one-district-one-factory and one-constituency-one-million dollars because, since the outbreak of the virus, I have not heard anything from him except that he launched an app (the COVID-19 Tracker App) which they said can track people with the virus . . .
" . . Every attempt made by these people is aimed at shifting our focus from the fight against the virus and in the end discuss something different, but if the President is satisfied that there is no emergency anymore, then he should lift the restriction and do his politics," he stated.
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According to the NDC Chief Scribe, whereas President Akufo-Addo has called for a nationalistic approach to resolve the COVID-19 scourge, his very own appointees at every given opportunity do not say anything about the pandemic.
He cited the action by the National Identification Authority (NIA) the first day President Akufo-Addo banned public gathering to continue registering people in the Eastern Region, and the EC's decision to hold a meeting on the elections with its regional officers in Accra as examples.
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CBN.com –"I grew up in a neighborhood called Saratoga in the downtown section of Suffolk, Virginia," says Domenick Epps.
"A lot of crime activity such as drugs, drugs traffic, violence, crime, and the whole nine. I mean, you see drug deals 24/7," he says. "You wanted to stay busy and you were surrounded by negativity, so your parents tried their best to keep you either in church or keep you in school or any recreation activity to keep you busy."
Domenick managed to stay out of trouble. He discovered his true calling at a high school talent show.
"I started off singing at first, trying to do the singing thing and then I did rapping. You know, I did freestyle off my head. Nothing really rehearsed. And the crowd just went bananas. I mean, my whole neighborhood came and bum rushed the stage," he says. "The next day I wanted to form a group."
They created Double I Entertainment to produce themselves and other rap and R&B groups. They spread the word by selling cd's and performing locally. As Domenick began making money in the music business, his focus on God decreased.
"I was the little boy that would always go up and do the prayer and read the scripture," he says. "I was doing all that on Sunday mornings, but on Sunday evenings it was a whole different lifestyle. So it was like I was living a double standard. So I end up smoking, I'm drinking; I was a party king. Loved to go to parties and go to clubs and things like that."
So Double I Entertainment became more popular, Domenick, otherwise known as Prime, began to see the true nature of the music business.
"Once I got into the business, I started seeing another side of it was that was very grimy, it was very, a give-and-take-type thing. 'I'll do this for you if you do this for me.'"
Domenick went with the status quo. Money became his motivation.
Once he found out what it took to make it in the hip hop industry, he became obsessed with making the new label a success.
"I had artists and some of the artists was portraying to be gangsters and to sell drugs and-and that wasn't my cup of tea, but that's what sells in the business," he says. "It's like sex sells, drugs sell, violence sells. So, our music, it portrayed that type of image even though on the inside that wasn't me."
He began promoting parties at a local night club. But at the height of his success, Domenick's world crashed.
"Me and my staff members, we're counting the money we made and I heard shots go off, just gunshots, just going off like crazy. And so I had one of my artists comes in and that was, 'Yo, Prime, somebody got popped.' So I run outside and soon as I took my first step out the door I just saw a body on the asphalt with a pool of blood. And it was like slow motion, man. And my-my hands started shaking," he says.
The young man died. After that, several of Double I's artists abandoned the label. Domenick was devastated.
"I went through a state of depression where I was plotting suicide. I was just like, 'Man, nobody care. You know, people I thought was with me, they ain't for me.' And so I was just like, 'Well, I don't need to be here no more.' And I had that thought numerous times," syas Domenick.
In desperation, he went to a church service with a friend.
"She preached, 'who are you behind closed doors and what are you doing when nobody else is looking?' I walked up there and she looked me straight in my eyes. The first thing she said out of her mouth was, 'God wants to use you.' She said, 'That career you been longing for and you been hoping to get you success, God said, 'leave it.' She said, 'Those friends that you thought was your friends, God says they ain't truly your friends, so cut them loose.' It felt like a load just came off my shoulders," says Domenick. "Like somebody just took every bit of weight off me and just threw it away.
Domenick met with his artists to give them the news.
"And i told everybody that I was done with it, you know, I gave my life to Christ and so I'm going to pursue to do God's work. And i remember telling God, I said, 'I don't understand what you're doing. I don't understand what this means, but I'm just going to be obedient. I'm going to do it."
As Domenick surrendered his life to God, he realized that God was with him all along.
"I had a hunger for God's Word," he says. " I mean, it was just a hunger for it. Wherever I go, I read my Bible. Not just trying to memorize scriptures, but I wanted to read God's menu for my life and that's when I grew into my personal relationship. It wasn't off my grandmother's. It wasn't off my mother's. I really began to know who He was for myself.
He went back to his music industry friends to share the good news of Jesus Christ.
"My mess became my ministry," he says. "God was sending me right back, same neighborhood that, you know, could have made my life worse. God used it to make my ministry its best."
Today, Domenick is truly giving back to those in Saratoga. His example inspires many young people to live a life that pleases God.
"God's love is unconditional, man," says Domenick. "He showed me how powerful His love is. You know, I really witnessed God's love when I was at my lowest point. He says in His Word He'll never leave you nor forsake you. Well, I had that happen."


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Vision Sciences Society Annual Meeting Abstract | September 2016
The adaptive psiprdm method: optimizing psychophysical measurement using response times and accuracy.
Nicolaas Prins; James Gaska; Marc Winterbottom
Nicolaas Prins
Department of Psychology, College of Liberal Arts, University of Mississippi
James Gaska
US Air Force School of Aerospace Medicine, Wright Patterson AFB, Dayton, OH
Marc Winterbottom
Journal of Vision September 2016, Vol.16, 669. doi:10.1167/16.12.669
Nicolaas Prins, James Gaska, Marc Winterbottom; The adaptive psiprdm method: optimizing psychophysical measurement using response times and accuracy.. Journal of Vision 2016;16(12):669. doi: 10.1167/16.12.669.
The power-rate diffusion model (PRDM; Palmer, Huk, & Shadlen, J. Vis. 5(5): 1, 2005) relates both accuracy and mean response times (RTs) to stimulus strength in perceptual judgment tasks. The model assumes that perceptual evidence accumulates through a noisy diffusion process and that the average rate of accumulation of perceptual evidence scales with the stimulus intensity according to Stevens' power law. The model utilizes the information that is contained in the distribution of RTs allowing one to quantify an observer's sensitivity independent of the observer's standing on the speed-accuracy continuum. Here, we propose the adaptive psiprdm method which optimizes estimation of the four parameters of the PRDM by selecting, on each trial, the stimulus intensity that minimizes the expected entropy in the posterior distribution defined across the model's four parameters (cf. the psi method, Kontsevich & Tyler, Vis. Res., 39, 2729-2737, 1999). After each trial, the posterior distribution is updated based on both the accuracy and RT obtained on the trial. Unlike the original PRDM, in which likelihood functions are based on mean RTs, psiprdm utilizes likelihood functions based on the RTs for individual trials. The performance of the method was tested using simulations in which responses were generated by mimicking the diffusion process. Results indicate that the estimates of all of the model's four parameters are stable and virtually bias-free after approximately thirty trials. Furthermore, estimates of the observer's sensitivity parameter were found to be stable with respect to speed-accuracy trade-off manipulations. A comparison of the psiprdm method with a method that considers only the accuracy (not the RT) of responses indicates that while the former produces a bias-free estimate of the 'half-way accuracy' threshold in the psychometric function within about twenty trials, the latter typically requires hundreds of trials to do the same.
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Cobra Kai: Karate Kid Sequel Series Moving From YouTube To Netflix Ahead Of Season 3
June 22, 2020 · by Irish Cinephile	· in TV News.	·
Deadline is reporting that Cobra Kai will officially be moving from YouTube to Netflix ahead of its upcoming third season release.
Cobra Kai is set thirty-four years after the events of the original film which concluded in Daniel LaRusso defeating Johnny Lawrence in the 1984 All Valley Karate Tournament, we get a look in the daily lives of Johnny and Daniel. The first season saw Johnny Lawrence reopen the infamous Cobra Kai karate dojo, mentor young neighbour Miguel and reignite his rivalry with Daniel LaRusso. The second season sees Daniel open up Miyagi-Do Karate, creating a dojo not to show how to be a badass like Cobra Kai, but by showing others that there is a better way…balance. The rivalry between Johnny and Daniel now extends to their students, as Cobra Kai vs Miyagi-Do rivalry begins and leads down a course that could change their paths forever.
As well as obtaining the rights for the third season, under the terms of the agreement with YouTube, Netflix will have access to the first two seasons later in the year. In a joint statement from Cobra Kai executive producers Josh Heald, Jon Hurwitz, and Hayden Schlossberg, they thanked Cobra Kai's producing studio, Sony Pictures Television, saying:
Making Cobra Kai has been a dream come true for us since day one. We are thankful for the tireless dedication of Jeff Frost, Chris Parnell, Jason Clodfelter, Karen Tatevosian, and all our partners at Sony for finding us a new home where we can not only continue the series, but also explore opportunities to further expandThe Karate Kid universe. We are beyond excited to join our new partners at Netflix and look forward to the show reaching the massive global audience who loves this franchise as much as we do.
Jeff Frost, President of Sony Pictures Television, released a statement saying:
We are so proud of Cobra Kai and are overwhelmed by the massive fan response to the series. Josh, Jon, Hayden, Ralph, William and the entire cast have done such a brilliant job with this sensational series and the huge audience reaction and sentiment for it is a testament to that. We are very thankful to our partners at Netflix and couldn't be more elated that they have become the new home for this epic saga.
Brian Wright, Vice President of Original Series atNetflix, released a statement saying:
The appeal of The Karate Kid saga is timeless, and Cobra Kai picks up right where it left off without missing a beat. The rivalry between Daniel and Johnny is one for the ages, and the show has a ton of heart and is a lot of fun. We can't wait to introduce a new generation of fans to Cobra Kai and are thrilled to be its new home around the world.
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Q: in a text file, pick up lines after a certain "->" character only, ignore the lines before it how to pick up characters after a certain "->" only from a text file.
I have a file named a.txt. It has many many lines in the below format:
/abc/def/ghi/jkl.txt->/mno/pqr/stu/vwy.txt
1) I want to grep only the line after ">", How to do it?
2) I also want a way to print line before "->".
Expected output for case1) /mno/pqr/stu/vwy.txt
Expected output for case2) /abc/def/ghi/jkl.txt

A: awk seems to be a more useful tool than grep for this task:
So, to get the part before "->" you can use:
awk -F"->" '{print $1}' filename

And for the part after "->":
awk -F"->" '{print $2}' filename

A: First case:
grep -A1 "\->" --no-group-separator a.txt | grep -v "\->"

Second case:
grep -B1 "\->" --no-group-separator a.txt | grep -v "\->"

The A1 and B1 flags take the line after and before respectively, --no-group-separator ensures nothing between the lines, and grep -v "\->" removes the actual lines with ->.

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China's WeChat Pay launches service at Turkey's İstanbul airport: report
NAT 30th July 2020
China's third-party payment platform WeChat Pay, run by Chinese tech giant Tencent, was launched in Turkey on Tuesday, according to the Xinhua news agency.
Speaking at an online signing ceremony, Turkish Culture and Tourism Minister Mehmet Nuri Ersoy said the payment service is first being offered at Turkey's İstanbul Airport and that later it will be used in different parts of the country.
He said Turkey is an important destination for Chinese tourists and that the system will make the visit of Chinese travelers to Turkey more comfortable.
Cui Wei, the Chinese consul general in İstanbul, said the project further strengthened the economic cooperation between the two countries.
Last year, 426,000 Chinese tourists visited Turkey, with an 8.2 percent year-on-year increase, he said.
WeChat Pay was introduced to Turkey with a joint effort of the Turkish subsidiary of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China (ICBC) and Tencent, according to a press release issued after the ceremony.
Turkey banned Paypal, another digital, third-party payment system, in 2016.
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Good Grades, Part Sixteen
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The hot summer sun burned steadily all afternoon, and by the time it was creeping slowly towards its setting, the humidity had become oppressive. The air was thick and heavy and seemed to cling to everything it touched. Janie stood in the shower as long as she could stand it, rinsing all traces of Dr. Gilbert's DNA down her shower drain and with it any sense of confusion. She blamed her muddled thoughts on the weather, but in the cold, stinging spray of the shower, with her skin being washed clean, her doubts faded as quickly as her skin cooled. But when she shut the water off and attempted to dry her skin, only to grow even sweatier in the process of toweling off, she had finally given up, resigning herself to the feel of her clothes sticking to her body. She wrapped herself in a towel and padded wetly out of the bathroom, flopping down on her bed with a sigh.
She contemplated walking to the library, or the student union, or any one of a number of buildings on campus that had air-conditioning, but the thought of making the walk depressed and exhausted her, so she lay still, annoyed at the feel of her rumpled comforter beneath her sweaty legs, and stared at the sky that was darkening off in the distance. She watched the beech trees outside her window dance in the breeze, and she breathed deep, smelling rain on the air. She prayed silently that it would bring relief and not push out to sea.
She closed her eyes and thought of Zack, looking forward to spending the weekend with him. Dr. Gilbert was gone, away for the weekend and not around to cloud her thoughts, and as the thunder rumbled in the distance and the breeze picked up, stirring the window curtains with a whispered promise, she concentrated on making him fade from her mind completely. She wanted to let herself fall for Zack and let the feelings she had for him grow, but deep in her heart she knew that it couldn't and wouldn't happen while she was still involved with Dr. Gilbert.
Fat drops of water splashed on the window screen as the fast-moving storm moved in, and she lay still in the gloom of the suddenly sunless day, knowing that she should make the preemptive move and end her deal with her teacher. The look on his face when she left his office lingered in her thoughts and she suspected that it had become too complicated for even him. He hadn't called or sent her a text, and indeed had seemed to leave for a weekend with someone else without a second thought.
That bothered her more than she cared to admit, and only strengthened her resolve.
The rain beat down outside, soaking the green lawns and making the pavement shine like polished onyx. She got up quickly and dressed, throwing on her old shoes and shoving her phone in her pocket. She walked slowly up the street, letting the rain pelt against her face as her sneakers slapped against the wet ground. The roads were empty and the leaves whipped about in the wind. A quick left turn at the end of campus and she was following the curve of the gray ocean, the breakers slamming against the darker gray rocks and erupting in plumes of white, occasionally soaking the narrow paved walking path.
She stopped and watched the waves crash, feeling the fine mist coat her skin. She loved to be close to the ocean during a storm, feeling tiny next to its awesome strength, yet able to stay just out of its reach. With one step too close, the sea could erase her completely. She was close enough to taste the salty spray, yet she would not get close enough for it to harm her.
Her phone rang, and she answered it, turning her back on the waves and pressing it to her ear, letting the hood of her sweatshirt muffle the sounds of the storm as she resumed walking.
"Jane."
She stopped short for a second, then remembered to breathe, and began walking again.
"I didn't expect to hear from you." When he didn't answer, she added, "I thought you'd be on your way out of town."
"I'm leaving shortly. I want to see you before I go. Can you meet me at my office?"
Janie considered it briefly. "No." The line was silent so long she thought she'd lost the call. "Not at your office."
She looked around. "I'm about a quarter mile past Seaview, on the walking path. I'll wait for you here."
"It's raining."
"You won't melt."
She heard him sigh softly. "Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes," he agreed and without saying goodbye, he ended the call.
She was not surprised to see him walk towards her almost exactly ten minutes later. His head was down against the rain that had begun falling more heavily again since she'd left her room, and he was quickly becoming as wet as she already was. His shirt clung to him and she could see the definition of his muscles beneath the light summer fabric, and his usually neat hair was disheveled where he brushed it back off his wet forehead.
"Are you not familiar with the expression 'having sense enough to come in out of the rain?'" His scowl was affected, and Janie smiled a little despite herself.
"I have sense enough to know that in your office, you have all the power."
He shook his head. "That's not true…"
"Yes, it is, and I don't want to argue about it with you."
"Fine," he capitulated, looking up at the sky. "But can't we go somewhere less wet?"
She shrugged. "I can't get any wetter."
He stepped closer to her. "Want to bet?"
She felt her pulse quicken at his words, and knew he was right. She looked around and led him into the shelter of a rocky overhang. The wind blew right past them, and in the relative stillness of the outcropping, she pushed her hair out of her face and turned her attention from the breaking waves to him.
"I have a couple of questions," she said.
"I thought you might.
"You're seeing someone."
"That's not a question. And you're seeing someone."
She frowned at him. "What am I to you?"
"We already went over this."
She sighed angrily. "Are you going to make me say the words?"
His smile was not a warm one. "Yes. I am."
"Something changed between us. In your office. I said…what I said, and you changed."
"Still not a question," he replied.
"I'm sick of this game," she said, her voice rising over the sound of the breakers. "What am I to you?"
"Asked and answered. Nothing has changed."
Janie found herself growing increasingly angry. "It has. You lost control. I saw it and felt it. You know you did."
He ran his hand through his dripping hair and took a deep breath. "Listen, I don't care if you have a boyfriend. You're not my girlfriend. What do you want to hear? That I was jealous? That you said his name when I was inside you and it hurt my feelings?" He opened his mouth to continue, then stopped.
Janie felt the pause more than she heard the silence. "Is that what it was?" she asked. "That's it, isn't it? I hurt your feelings?"
He sighed. "Let me ask you this: what am I to you? Am I still just the means to an end for you? Do you keep coming to me because you're buying your grades?"
"Then why? I'll tell you why. Because it's fun." He took a step closer and she could feel his warmth even against the cool rain that was still falling. He ran his hand down her wet arm and she shivered. "It's fun for me, too. That's all. Dirty fun."
"Then why…?"
"I don't know," he said, exasperated. "Hell, it was probably just a reflex. You caught me by surprise."
He didn't speak at first, and Janie could see him pull himself into control, almost as if it were something he usually kept contained and had to gather piece by small piece and stow away before he could continue. When he pushed a wet tendril of hair off her neck and let his fingers brush against the sensitive skin, she felt with regret that she had finally seen bits and pieces of the real him, but that they had been carefully retrieved and put away and all she would see is what he allowed.
His voice was low and he leaned his head in to whisper in her ear, his warm breath causing her to shudder again as his lips brushed her ear lobe. "What man wouldn't be surprised to hear his son's name at a time like that? I apologize for letting my reaction run away with me. Forgive me?" He kissed her neck and pulled her close. She fought to keep her distance, not sure if he was serious or merely toying with her, but his body so close to hers was making her lose all sense of reason. She pressed her palms against his strong chest and pushed him away with some difficulty, needing distance, but wanting him in a way that made her weak in the knees.
"He's my boyfriend," she stammered, trying to protest.
"I'm glad," he said, smiling at her. "He's a lucky boy. I should know." He wound his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back, tipping her face up to his. His voice was barely above a whisper, his lips touching hers as he spoke. "He doesn't need to know about us." His mouth was soft on hers, and she gave in to him, parting her lips and letting him kiss her deeply. She could feel his desire, but there was more, a hesitation that made her pull away.
"There is no 'us'" she reminded him.
He smiled slightly. "Does that suit you?" When she didn't answer right away, he added, "We can enjoy each other's company—very discreetly—without there being an 'us'." His hand slid down her back and under the soaked waistband of her shorts. His hand was warm on her ass as he exposed her bare skin to the elements. "No demands. No promises. No complications. Just the kind of dirty fun we both like."
He spun her around and pressed against her. She could feel him working his zipper and gasped as his cock slipped easily between her wet cheeks. His arms went around her waist and his skilled fingers found her nipples, already rock hard. "Oh, God," she said, looking around, "we can't. Not here. Not now."
"Why not?" he asked, his words a low and seductive purr in her ear. "You afraid your boyfriend's going to find out?" She could hear the amusement in his voice. "I understand he has quite a special weekend planned for you, though I'm not supposed to know anything about it."
Janie felt herself blush and pulled away from him. He chuckled and tucked his erection back into his pants. "Don't do that."
"Do what?" he said, still smirking, and reaching for his zipper. "Don't put it back? You change your mind?"
"No. Don't talk about…" Janie's voice trailed off as she searched for the right words. "I can't do this if he's here with us. Between us."
Dr. Gilbert laughed again. "It's not a problem for me. But then I'm not the one saying his name while we're–"
"Enough!" Janie said, her cheeks red.
Dr. Gilbert slipped his hand around her neck and kissed her again. His hand slipped easily down the front of her shorts, through her wet nest of curls and found her clit. She tried to push his hand away, but only managed to hold his wrist while he stroked her, her body swaying with his skillful manipulations. "If you're able to think about someone else while you're with me, I can see I'm going to have to ramp up my game." He slid his fingers inside her, curving them upwards and finding pleasurable spots inside her she never knew existed.
She closed her eyes and rocked her hips against his hand, gripping his wrist so tightly that she could feel her nails pressed hard into his skin. Her breathing was coming in short, ragged gasps, and as he stroked her deeply, she could feel herself break apart. The pleasure radiated out from her clit in rhythmic throbs and pulses and she wanted to tell him to stop, that it felt too good, but then the pleasure rippled inside, racing deep within her and causing her to cry out as a second deeper, harder storm broke. She felt her legs give way, but he held her easily, supporting her as he used his fingers to coax out a rush of warm, musky fluid from her pussy.
She was still shaking, his fingers still deep inside her, when he said with a satisfied smile, "Just remember when you're in my house this weekend, that his name is Zack, not Ben."
Good Grades, Part Fifteen
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She made it to the end of the corridor before her calm resolve drained away. Her legs began to feel shaky and weak and the tears welled up, making the stairway shimmer before her. She made her way down the stairs as quickly as she could, holding tight to the railing and making for the large double sets of doors that would take her out onto the bright sunlit lawn and to the sparkling ocean that lay just beyond. Her head was down, her hand on the bar when the door swung open and she looked up, startled.
"Hey," Zack said, his face breaking into a broad grin. "I was just coming to meet you at dad's office, maybe see if you wanted to get something to eat. I thought I'd be early."
Janie took a deep breath and tried to smile. "Y…yes," she stammered. "It didn't take as long as I thought…let's just go, okay?"
Zack led her out outside and when the salty breeze hit her face, she breathed deeply two or three times. "What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes clouded with concern. He scowled and shook his head. "That son of a bitch. He said he wasn't going to take this out on you, but I should have known."
"When I got home last night, he was really mad."
"Mad? He seemed okay when I left."
"Seething."
Janie felt her hands begin to shake a little again and she clasped them together tightly. "He talked to you about our meeting?" she asked, wondering how much Zack knew—or suspected.
"Not really. He never talks much about students. But in your case, he holds me responsible for luring you out of class and made it quite clear that not only would he not tolerate me missing my own classes, but it was unacceptable for me to cause you to miss classes. I don't know how he guessed you were missing class to hang out at the beach, though."
"He didn't guess. He's my academic advisor. He knows exactly when I have class and he checks with my instructors to make sure I show up for all of them."
Zack let out an exasperated sigh. "I told you he's a control freak."
Janie put a hand on his arm. "It's okay. I'm still struggling to bring my grades up to the point where I can graduate on time and he's been making sure that happens. I knew he'd be pissed and it was wrong of me to skip class. I should have told you then." She smiled. "But the prospect of spending the afternoon in the sun and the sand with you was too much of a temptation. It was my fault, not yours."
Some of the anger slipped from Zack's face, but his eyes were still cold. "I hope he wasn't too rough on you."
Janie felt her cheeks grow hot as the image of Dr. Gilbert's hard cock flashed in her mind, and she recalled the look on his face as she said Zack's name; he was rough, and he took her in anger. Zack's cold eyes in the warm sun—father and son both angry—at her, at each other, probably even about things that had nothing to do with her at all. She felt a twinge of guilt at the complication. Zack was sweet and kind and gentle, and so easy to be with. He deserved her full attention, and she didn't know if she could give it to him.
Why did it have to be his father? Her teacher and advisor—Janie knew it was wrong. He was wrong to cross that line. She'd been wrong to offer. She didn't think he had any feelings for her besides lust, and she was pretty certain she had none for him, save a powerful attraction that distracted her at inopportune moments. She didn't know what she wanted from him and had no idea what he expected of her. She felt all at loose ends. It was complicated.
"Jane?" Zacks' voice cut through her thoughts. She focused on him again, and heard the hard edge in his voice.
She tried to smile, but could feel Dr. Gilbert's semen seeping out of her. She felt the tears well up again, and before she could stop it, one escaped down her cheek.
"Oh, man," Zack said, putting his arms around her. "I'm sorry. And hey, here's the the thing about Dad: he's a control freak and full of very specific ideas of how things should be, but at the end of the day…well, I know he rides my ass because he cares about me, and if he came down hard on you, he probably likes you quite a lot." He wiped her tear away gently with his fingers and smiled softly at her. "I doubt he'd have been that angry if he didn't care."
Janie felt a cold chill run through the very center of her. As long as it was purely physical, it was complicated, but so far it was also worth the complications. The anger he'd shown: was it jealousy? Oh, that was going to make things way too messy.
"So listen," he continued, taking a deep breath as if he was uncharacteristically worried about his ability to get his words out. "I was thinking of asking you something and I'm not sure how you'll feel about it. It's about last night." He lapsed into a moment of his usual thoughtful silence. "We moved kind of fast, I think. I wanted you to know that I'm not like that."
He blushed slightly and Janie smiled. "I swear, I'm not one of 'those guys.' You know? I'm not a dog. I don't want you to think that I'm all about notches in my bedpost, or that I'm just after sex. I mean, we got carried away and that was amazing and all…" He ran his hand through his hair and his cheeks turned a deeper red. "I would like to slow things down a bit and maybe spend some time…together. You know. Not just jumping all over each other at once. I'd like to take my time working towards…"
"Intercourse?" Janie blurted, and Zack blushed a deeper shade of red, causing her to laugh despite herself. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you."
"It's stupid, isn't it? Shutting the gate after the cows have already been in the corn and all that…"
Janie hugged him with grateful relief. "Not at all. It's sweet. Really."
"What I mean is, I want to do it again—well, that did make me sound like I'm after all the sex, didn't it?" Janie laughed. "I'm making a mess of this." He took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is that my dad is going away for the weekend and I was wondering if you'd like to come over. While he's gone. Spend some time just the two of us. Maybe spend the night? With me. I mean."
Janie smiled. "Sure."
Zack broke into a pleased grin. "Cool."
Janie looked out at the ocean and back to Zack. His face was open and earnest and she couldn't help but smile back. He definitely deserved her full attention and she realized a couple of days in his company without any other distractions would be just what she needed to help sort things out with Dr. Gilbert. She slipped her hand in his and they walked back towards the dining hall. "So, where's your dad off to this weekend?" she asked, making small talk and pushing the events of the meeting to the back recesses of her mind.
"He'll be at the Cape with his girlfriend."
Zack's words hit her like a cold blast of air.
"Girlfriend?" As soon as the word left her lips, she knew there was far more shock in her voice than surprise and way more than just casual interest, and quickly she added, as nonchalantly as she could, "Oh. I didn't realize he was seeing anyone."
Zack looked at her with surprise of his own. "Why would you?"
"Um, I guess I just never thought of him 'with' someone, you know?" Zack looked confused and Janie tried to smooth over her surprise. "I mean, you never think of teachers as having lives outside of class, right? Silly, I know." She forced a laugh.
He nodded in agreement. "Oh, I get it. I guess I forget that his students see him differently than I do."
"Exactly," she said, exhaling with relief. Her mind didn't stop processing the new information, though. "So, who does he date? Is she from around here?"
"No. I think she used to live here but moved up to the Cape a few years back."
"Oh. Is it serious?" Again, she realized how intense she sounded so she injected some levity into her words. "I mean, are you going to be getting a step-mother that I should know about?"
Zack shrugged. "I doubt it. I've only met her once. He doesn't bring her home." He was quiet for a minute. "If he sees anyone locally, he doesn't talk about it."
"That's…odd."
Zack shrugged again. "Not really. It's how he is. He's very private. He never talks about anything personal to him. Hell, he could be dating someone right under my nose and I doubt I'd know about it. You want to cut through the grove?" Zack gestured to a thickly wooded stand of ancient trees that stood directly in the center of campus.
Janie nodded, fixing her features into a mask. Cutting through the grove and its prize collection of carefully tended trees from exotic lands was the sure way for students to incur the wrath of the head of the grounds crew and usually resulted in a dressing down from the Dean of Students, but the shade was tempting on a hot day and it was the fastest route between points A and B. Squeezing through a narrow break in the privet hedge that surrounded the grove, Janie and Zack moved quickly into the deep shade. The air was much cooler out of the direct sun, and bits of golden light shone through the thick canopy and dappled their skin. She shivered slightly at the sudden temperature change. "He sounds kind of cold."
"Not really. He's private, but very caring. He's different when he's in teacher mode than he is with me, and I assume with other people he's close to. I know he and my mother were very close at one time. And I know she still loves him."
"Huh." Janie considered his words carefully.
Zack stopped walking. "Why the interest in my dad?"
It was Janie's turn to shrug. "No reason," she lied. "It's interesting that I know him one way and you know him in a completely different way. I'm just trying to figure out how they fit together, I guess."
Zack smiled. "I know it's presumptuous of me, but I hope that means you plan on being part of my life. For awhile, anyway."
Janie smiled and slipped her arms around his waist. "Yeah, I think so," she said, kissing him. "If only because I love the way you talk."
"I don't see what was so odd about the way I said that," he replied, nuzzling her neck. Goosebumps rose on her arms as he murmured into the soft, slightly salty skin. "How else would you say it?"
Janie laughed lightly and tipped her head, enjoying the feel of his lips on her. "Mmm, let's see. Maybe you would ask me if I wanted to go out with you."
He looked up at her, his eyes smiling. "Yeah, that's what I said. I like you. Be my girlfriend? No wait—do you like me too? Check yes or no."
Janie laughed. "Yes, I like you too. Silly." She kissed him again, wrapping her hands around his neck.
His mouth was on hers, more insistent. Again, he smiled at her. "So, you wanna be my girlfriend or something?"
She answered him with her lips, but not with words. The encounter in Dr. Gilbert's office swirled together with the reality of Zack here with her, now. She sifted out the images of a pristine office and angry blue eyes from the fluttering leaves and the sweet, boyish smiles of real affection. She knew what mattered now was the man she was with, and the way her body responded to his kisses.
His reticence told of his intentions, of his mind's struggle to control the urges of his body. She could feel him holding back and it reminded her of his dad—touching her, tasting her, bringing her to orgasm on his own whim, not letting her take control or command. Not letting her give him pleasure, only taking it. She pressed her body to his with every intention of stowing and securing those loose, unfiltered thoughts away. "You don't have to prove to me that your intentions are honorable," she said, needing again to have Zack in her control, if only by making him lose his. "We'll have plenty of time to take it slow this weekend, but right now, I really need you."
She kissed him deeply, running her hands down his chest and to the waistband of his pants. She touched him lightly through the fabric, feeling his hard cock leap at her touch. "Right here?" he said, looking around them.
"Right now," she added, leaning away and unbuttoning the front of her thin sundress. He watched as the little white buttons slipped free of their holes and the fabric parted to show him her full, firm breasts. He pressed his lips to where the soft globes of flesh overflowed the lace cups, pulling the stretchy fabric down and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. She gasped with pleasure, leaning back against a massive chestnut tree and wrapping her leg around him. His hand slid up her bare leg, over the soft skin of her thigh to the round curve of her ass, pressing his hard cock against her.
She could feel him, hard and ready and she pushed him away enough to get her hands between them, opening his fly and reaching for him even as he slid her skirt up, exposing her panties to the slight breeze that rustled the leaves all around them.
She could feel the dampness between her thighs, and even as her hands found Zack's hard flesh, stroking the shaft and smearing the first drops of pre-cum over the head, she smelled the funky, slightly bitter smell of semen. Her face flushed and her cheeks burned as she tried to put her leg down before Zack could touch her any further.
"What's the matter," he said, feeling her shrink from him.
"Nothing," she said, bringing her legs together. She couldn't let him find out the truth yet, and certainly not by discovering the remains of a torrid, tawdry display of power. Yet even as she closed herself to him, she felt that surge of power course through her again. She had made the great man lose control of himself, and a part of her she wasn't proud of needed to feel it again. She had tasted the rush and she wanted more. She reached behind her back and snapped her bra open with a flick of her fingers, slipping the straps off her arms and letting her breasts tumble free. She ran her hands over them, lightly stroking her hard nipples and smiling at Zack.
Gracefully, she knelt in the leaf litter, flicking a sharp twig out from under her leg before sliding both hands over his cock. She kissed the head, running her lips over the sensitive skin and teasing it with her tongue. His hands were in her hair, tangling in her curls as she took him in her mouth, gasping with the pleasure of it.
Zack moaned as she sucked his cock, and she looked up at him, watching his face as he looked down at her. Her pussy throbbed with the thought of what she must look like to him, of seeing his cock slide between her willing lips, her bare breasts creamy and rosy-tipped. She ran her hands up his arms, guiding his hands to her bare breasts and pushing them together. She used her own hand to slide his wet cock in between them, making him moan anew at the sight and sensation.
She found herself considering the heat and pulsing desire in him, the hardness of his shaft engulfed in her own soft tits and surrounded by her gentle hands and welcoming mouth. His physical power and strength was no match for her soft ministrations, and as he thrust against her, the knowledge that his pleasure and release was in her hands was making her cunt ache and throb.
She watched him put his head back and close his eyes, his hips rocking as she brought him closer and closer to his climax. His breathing was shallow, catching in the back of his throat with each thrust, with every exhalation. She wanted to make him come, to taste his hot, salty seed, and she took him deep, running her tongue along his shaft as she increased the suction, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.
Janie heard the sound of footsteps behind Zack before he did.
"What are you two doing in here?"
Zack jumped and pulled his pants up, struggling to put his cock away before turning around. Janie covered her breasts and sat back on her heels. "Nothing."
The security officer looked at both of them and took in their disheveled clothes and flushed faces and sighed with disgust, and, Janie thought, probably a bit of weariness at finding undergraduates in various states of undress in its secluded shadows. "This grove is off limits to students. It's clearly posted. Now give me your ID's."
They did as they were told. Janie held the front of her dress closed with one hand while she fished for her student card in her bag, and Zack looked down at the ground while the officer recorded their names. As he looked at Zack's card, his face sparked with a glimmer of recognition, but it passed as he scribbled on his pad and tucked it in his jacket. "Now out of here," he said, hustling them through the large trees and over well-tended undergrowth until they came out the other side nearest the dining hall. Janie buttoned herself up and wriggled back into her bra as they walked, stealing sidelong glances and sharing embarrassed smiles with Zack as their diligent shepherd made sure they wouldn't disappear back into the forbidden grove.
When he was out of earshot, Janie giggled, "We have a knack for getting interrupted, don't we?"
"God, I can't wait for this weekend," he said, exasperated, the look of sheer discomfort written all over his face.
Janie laughed out loud, taking his hand and squeezing it. "Me either."


The keyless entry system connects to your iPhone through Bluetooth—the low energy kind—-allowing you to control who gets to come or go, straight from your phone or desktop. Best of all, you don't even need to replace the entire lock to make it smarter.
Though he wouldn't say it out loud, co-founder Jason Johnson, told me that a few partnerships are in the works for Smart Lock and that it just might end up being picked up by a popular social network centered around subletting.
Scheduled for launch later this year, Smart Lock replaces the inside of your door's lock, requires no wiring and works with virtually any deadbolt (90 percent compatibility, says August) on the market today. And unlike Kwikset's Kevo system, for instance, the system is completely hands-free. When Smart Lock senses that your connected phone has entered a set parameter, the door unlocks like magic. The system also runs completely independent of your home's power source and runs off of four AA batteries. And when those batteries eventually die—six months to a year—you can still use your physical key to get in. August gives you plenty of prompts through the app before that even happens. So shame on you if you ignore those motherly warnings.
Even cooler, is the ability to invite and issue (via text or email) virtual keys to anyone within seconds right from your phone. This also allows you to control when said keys work and when to put the kibosh on them altogether. So, for instance, you'd probably issue your family members or BFFs with a key that works all the time. But you might only grant your cleaning service access a few hours a week. Smart Lock also keeps a log of every entry and exit for every issued digital key, which you can access anytime from either your phone or computer. It even sends a push notification in case you're that overbearing about who is in your house and which Smart Locked door they entered through. The app and your smartphone, not the lock itself, are what speak to August's cloud to send notifications.
The obvious concern is that if you lose your phone, someone will have instant access to your house but you can remotely wipe any device with a working key. The app doesn't explicitly say where your house is either. As for Bluetooth security, like Lockitron, Smart Lock uses the same security protocols that are used for online banking.
And unlike Nest, for instance, August has an open API and is apart of the Internet of Things Consortium, which is dedicating to getting all these IoT devices to talk to each other as more and more of them enter the market.


The Daily Telegraph published a sensitive piece about the battle with depression fought by Katherine Welby, 26-year-old daughter of the new Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby. Quoting largely from her blog, her faith shines through, but it is also apparent she has not always been treated well by the Christian church. God's people don't always stand by her, depressives fear what others might say, and churchpeople have to pretend everything is fine, despite a Bible filled with screwed-up people.
I am afraid I am not surprised by this account. Of course, I have known many compassionate Christians in the church, who may or may not understand illnesses some members of the church family have had, such as schizoaffective disorder, borderline personality disorder, or other conditions. But I have seen intolerance for the effects of medication upon sufferers. I have witnessed the damaging 'Snap out of it!' comments. I have come across a naïve reading of the Gospel which seems to think that simple belief in Christ will have an instant cognitive effect, and then we can resume the usual 'happy ever after' narrative.
It is awful that there is still a widespread failure to accept that depressive conditions are illnesses. I am not claiming the specialist knowledge that professionals in the field have, because I don't have it, but I do know this. If someone contracts a commonly accepted physiological illness, there is usually compassion and concern. The failure to recognise mental health issues in a similar way is disastrous, for the way it not only involves a lack of understanding, it also causes a rise in judgmental attitudes. We are meant to be a community of grace.
God had loved me when my bald head and mastectomy scars made me feel unlovable. So I began to spend more time with the Somali girls, loving them when their stained clothes and broken English made them feel unlovable.
God had shown me that He was Immanuel, the God who dwelled with me — not instantly changed or fixed me, but dwelled. So I began spending most evenings at the girls' apartments, sitting with them in their dark, cold apartment because their mom was worried they'd run out of money for food if she spent too much money on utilities.
'The God who dwelled with me – not instantly changed or fixed me, but dwelled.' Would it not be a beautiful thing if our churches could demonstrate that more with those who face depression and similar disorders?
If these are early signs that the incoming Archbishop understands the communications world in which we now live, that is a good sign.


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