SysCP: looks good to me (though demo isn't functional), has customer billing module. Unsure as to where it is used, but most probably sponsors are also the users of SysCP. Majority of support forums are in German.
DTC: has no demo, only some screenshots. Has a set of packages for Debian lenny (which is a huge plus for maintenance and future upgrades). DTC is being developed by GPLHost, and is also used by GPLHost – so this is a live (used) distribution. Seems quite feature-rich.
Virtualmin claims to be the "world's most powerful and flexible web server control panel". Virtualmin offers 4 means to control it: Web, mobile device, command line, and remote API. There are both screenshots and demo. Has both GPL and Professional versions. GPL version has a number of limitations, comparing to Pro version. From what I've read about Webmin (all three – Virtualmin, Webmin, Usermin – are just different "layers" of server control), it is a framework with a number of "interface scripts", which allow to control various services. As such, it is easily extendible, but is not monolithic – in the sense of module inter-dependencies and action triggers.
RavenCore was a promising CP.
GNUPanel is a year-old control panel, but has a news item on the front page (dated August, 17) promising new, completely rewritten release somewhere in October. By the feature list, looks promising. However, I need the panel right now, and even in October, that will be quite a rough release, not really used/tested anywhere, so not a good option as well. But GNUPanel is a panel to check in half a year for progress.
As the final choice, I had ISPConfig (which seems to be the best by people's comments), and which is also quite widely used, and is easy to install onto Debian (at least the Perfect setup: Debian Etch says so), and DTC. I discarded Virtualmin (for the poor functionality of the GPLed version), RavenCore (for the lack of current descriptions and non-functioning demo), GNUPanel (which just isn't ready yet), and SysCP (because ISPConfig seems better ).
As DTC has Debian packages (and will be easier to maintain/upgrade), I decided to try it first. I already have it installed (that's easy, esp. if you first read the DTC Debian Express Setup). Later I might post my impressions from using DTC.
Update: DTC is indeed easy and pleasant to use. I had problems allowing FTP and SSH access using MySQL authorization, but at least FTP was an easy one to fix (SSH access with MySQL authorization is still unconfigured, but that's a low priority for me). There is a minor concern about the files and directory permissions setup, but thanks to chrooted environment that is only minor concern. Use of a single Apache installation for hosting admin and serving user sites might be a sub-optimal decision, but it works. Traffic and disk space accounting are plain superb! Server memory use for the dtc-toaster installation is troublesome, but for a powerful RAM-my server that is not a problem (I now have about 800-900MiB RAM occupied, but that includes the XCache's cache, quite big MySQL cache, and loads of Apache and PHP modules).
But I'm still willing to try other control panels. As I expected, GNUPanel hasn't released anything yet; Ravencore's online demo is still unfunctional; ISPConfig has recently released RC (and their demo is working as it should and as it used to); SysCP is also up and running fast. If my little hosting service starts pouring in some cash, then I'll try SysCP on my second server – to compare it with DTC, and choose one of them for further support/extension/localization.


T.I. penned an open letter to Barack Obama to thank the president for what he accomplished in his eight years in the Oval Office.
T.I. penned an open letter to Barack Obama to thank the president for what he accomplished in his eight years in the Oval Office. "Not only did you impact a nation, but you defined a culture and you shook up and woke up a generation," T.I. wrote.
The rapper's message to Obama, which he unveiled in the New York Times Friday, is the first in a series of open letters that T.I. has written, including forthcoming notes to the American people and President-elect Donald Trump.
"For years you fought to keep this nation from the very thing we have now become. For years, many of US failed you because, as I've said before, we were not all ready for the change you wanted to bring about," the rapper wrote to Obama.
With just two weeks remaining in Obama's presidency, T.I. reflected back to his teenage years when Tupac Shakur, his favorite rapper, said, "we weren't ready for a black president." "…Until you brought US the audacity of hope and reminded US that yes we can," T.I. wrote to the president.
T.I.'s open letter series follows the surprise release of his politically minded LP Us or Else: Letter to the System. Speaking to the New York Times, the rapper explained his motivation for penning the open letters.
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According to the official website for Times Square, more than 355,000 pedestrians pass through each day and that number can exceed more than 425,000 on its busiest days. Combining online views of the unboxing film with the one million people in Times Square for the New Year's Eve celebration and the more than 11 million consumers who have since passed through means that well over 38 million people, nearly 1.6 million more than the population of Canada, have been exposed to the excitement of Joel Jovine and his unboxing of the new Volvo VNL series.
The new Volvo VNL series and its regional haul counterpart the new VNR series, combine active safety innovations to help professional drivers reduce fatigue and distraction, making the new long-haul and regional haul models the safest Volvo trucks ever. The latest on-highway products exemplify Volvo's vision of zero accidents by providing leading passive and active safety innovations, as well as an efficient and comfortable work environment that's also often a "home" for professional drivers.
Modeled after sleek race cars and boats, the interior and exterior design, as well as the technological features, of the VNL series is a nod to the transportation of the future.


At this point in the year, it often feels like flu season is endless—like, when does the torment stop? Unfortunately, the virus is only getting started. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC)reports flu activity is strong and will continue for weeks, and that's not good. So far, there have been 11.4 million flu illnesses, 5.4 million doctor visits, and 136,000 hospitalizations. Those stats are more than enough to convince me to look up some immunity-boosting recipes. Beyond getting the flu shot, fighting a persistent virus requires focusing on what you're eating.
So, what are you waiting for? When you #EatTheRainbow, the flu won't even stand a chance.
Two prime immunity-boosting ingredients to add into your green smoothie are none other than turmeric and lemon, which experts say can not only keep you healthy, but also fight off cold symptomsif you already have them.
Both soybeans and tofu are packed with magnesium, which has been shown to keep the immune system strong thanks to its anti-inflammatory properties.
Nothing provides all the warm and cozy feels better than a bowl of soup. This one is loaded with chickpeas, and that's good news for your health. "They're an excellent source of zinc, which can keep your immune system healthy," Gorin says.
Another anti-inflammatory mix that can help out your immune system is this salad that's filled with hijiki seaweed, quinoa, beans, and avocado.
Fermented foods are known for helping the body fight off viruses by keeping your gut health in check, and miso is full of them as it's made from fermented soybeans. To really up the benefits, this soup also contains other immunity-boosters, like ginger, wakame, and fennel.
Turmeric strikes again in this hearty soup. Plus, you can't beat the powers of pumpkin, which is loaded with vitamin A.
Eating some toast topped with miso paste and vitamin E-packed avocado is the perfect way to feel your best through flu season and beyond.
Another stellar smoothie option for your immune system? This sweet mix loaded with papaya, with is filled with beta-carotene—something that promotes immunity through its anti-inflammatory properties and high amounts of antioxidants.
Mushrooms contain vitamin D, which experts say can combat infections by activating T cells and producing antibodies. Plus, they help decrease inflammation, too. So why not throw some into your pasta?
Evidently your chances of getting the flu change based on where you live. Or, find out if ginger baths can ease your symptoms.
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Early light seeped through the green plastic bags taped over the window, and made the room feel like the bottom of a swamp. Algae bled into the walls, spread over her mattress, oozed into her pores until she was green all the way through. Lying in muck, silverfish swam over her and an alligator crept past. Light intensified behind the plastic as if God were on the other side. She knew from books that children sometimes found passageways to kingdoms in the backs of wardrobes or by rubbing lucky coins. Maybe a boy wearing kneesocks and thick glasses would step through the plastic, blinking in confusion, because the moment before he'd been on the beach examining a piece of blue glass.
In horror movies, the portals that led to hell had gatekeepers, huge three-headed dogs, or blind men with tiny snakes living inside the sockets of their eyes. And if you went down into hell to retrieve somebody you'd better bring an ivory cross or a lock of baby's hair, because the devil tricked people, turned them into other things like bats or lawn chairs.
This room was smaller than the last one, her mattress a twin, and there was just a broken-down director's chair in one corner and a stack of newspapers in the other. She couldn't read where they were from, but by the layout, length, and spacing of the tiny letters on the edges, she figured they were in English. This comforted her, as she was afraid he'd taken her all the way to Mexico, through Latin America, where she heard men roamed in packs like stray dogs and killed tourists for their Visa cards and traveler's checks. Towns back in the rain forest of Costa Rica, where whorehouses had cement gates and barbed wire. If you ended up there, Robin had told them at camp, you'd never escape.
Oh-u. Oh-u. A bird called in a voice resonant with worry. Oh-u. Oh-u. But she couldn't answer through the gag, just thought of the bird's purple feathers, its pale peach beak and pink tongue, how all day it ate iridescent blue beetles and licked water off white flower petals. When he came in to feed her, pea soup right out of a red and white Campbell's can, he wouldn't make eye contact, and since she'd tried to escape he hadn't even touched her. It was a silent fight like her parents used to have. For days her mother wouldn't get dressed and rushed around in her nightgown acting crazy and officious. Her father sat on the edges of the furniture as if he were a houseguest. But now the man wanted to make up. All night the TV crackled and whispered like a campfire as he sat at the kitchen table writing, cutting letters out of magazines with scissors and pasting them to a blank page. Maybe the letter was to his mother or to an old girlfriend or some company whose product pissed him off; maybe he was working on a project, or filling out a work application. Or maybe he got an idea for a kid's book about a lonely troll that kidnapped a little girl right out of her subdivision. But she knew from the frenetic pace of his work, from the long meditative pauses where he went inside himself, that it was an important letter, that he was careful with the details. His scribbling went on for hours, cutting and pasting. He never looked at her once and for a moment she wondered if he'd forgotten all about her.
The gecko came up from where it lived between the wall and her mattress and stood frozen, lashing its tongue in the air. Its beaded head scooped the quilted material for centipedes and red ants. The movement of her eyelashes frightened the shy thing and it dived back over the mattress's edge. If Sandy sat very still in a forest filled with every kind of wild flower, chipmunks and squirrels would come up to take nuts from her fingers and lay their tiny warm heads against her thigh. She heard the turtle plodding along in the underbrush, eating soft leaves and meaty mushroom caps, the baby bear with a velvet bow tie listening patiently while the caterpillar, in his top hat, gave a speech in the style of Abraham Lincoln, talking mostly about Divine Providence but sometimes about Divine Intervention.
Sun baked the house. Like bread in the oven, she felt her mushy insides changing into a substance both dry and white. She was thirsty for water, for grape juice, for Sprite with crushed ice in super-sized wax cups, for a cold piece of watermelon, for a teacup full of homemade lemonade. But she'd settle for a kiss with the damp mattress, a lick of her salty shoulder. And there was water and lots of it somewhere behind the plastic, a green lime quarry, or a man-made lake, maybe even an ocean. She heard the wet slap against sand and rocks and mud, and she pushed her tongue against the black electrical tape and for an instant hallucinated sucking on an ice cube, sitting in a baby pool, drinking from a cold can of Coke.
It was cute how her brother, when he was little, leaned against her legs, how he'd go around to the neighbor's front lawns eating the stale bread thrown out for the birds. Sometimes he'd take off all his clothes and run naked around the house. He was a preoccupied little kid. Once she asked what he was thinking and he said, "The big bang theory," and threw himself onto the couch. Another time he found a baby rabbit in the garage and squeezed its stomach so hard blood gushed out of its nose. He'd caught a catfish in the graveyard pond. Its skin was like black rubber and he'd pulled its whiskers off on the asphalt driveway, cut its heart out with an old hunting knife. The heart looked like a piece of wet gravel and her brother skewered it on the tip of the blade and carried it into the house.
She'd watched from behind the peonies, deciding to punish him, to take his little red race car and hide it under the mulberry bush. Winter rains turned to hard ice and encased the tiny automobile; snow covered it like white frosting on a Danish. She stared at the dream car swerving left, the expression of the Italian driver confident and intense. Oh-u? Oh-u? Oh-u? The bird had attracted others and they were having a meeting, deciding how best to get her out. The blue jays, who thought of themselves more like marines than civil servants, wanted to bust the window, lead her out through the shards of splintered glass. The egret, a coy international spy, wanted to infiltrate the house solo, pin the man to his chair with its long lancelike beak, while all the other birds flew down the hall, pecked through the plywood door, and set the girl free. A flock of seagulls wanted to tear the man's eyes out, then send the water rats in to finish him off. There were other proposals, the robin's call for peaceful negotiations, the owl's for covert night maneuvers, the starlings started cracking jokes in the back. Sandy listened until everyone started to talk at once, and the black crow said that there wasn't much time left and shook lemons from the tree to get everyone's attention back to the matter at hand. But what was time to her? A jewel beetle made its way across the ceiling like a floating emerald. The faucet pondered a melody of drips. The shy gecko stalked a fringy centipede. He was time, time was his heartbeat, time was his breath.
"Fourscore and seven years ago," the caterpillar began, "all beings were dedicated to the universal notion that every animal is created equal. We were highly resolved in those days to the proposition that the dead did not die in vain, but for the greater good of these woods. That was when," the caterpillar swayed his body to the right with whiplike rhetorical force, "this place was divine."
"It still is," said the bear, who had an optimistic disposition and didn't like anyone running down his home. He yawned, slumped against the tree stump. His bow tie was crooked, his hair matted with leaf bits and broken twigs, and he looked as if he were recovering from another drunken night.
"Don't interrupt," the caterpillar said, trying to look as large and dignified as possible. He gave a speech every day, but could tell that this was going to be a particularly good one. "It is for us, the animated, to be devoted to the work which they who fought on this hallowed ground here have so honorably advanced. For instance, we had in those days a family of fairies who could make a delicious casserole, using nothing but butternuts and tree bark."
"I'm glad they're gone," said the bear, yawning more dramatically, hoping the caterpillar would get the message. All the other animals had already gotten bored and wandered off; only the bear was polite enough to listen. He had a bad reputation, as a rogue and a dandy, but his manners were exquisite. "That fairy, the one who made rose petal slippers, she was a horrible gossip."
"Shut up!" shouted the caterpillar. "You're making me forget what I'm saying." He glanced down at his crib notes, etched onto an acorn beside him. "Whenever, if ever, we admit we are created by the four winds, our souls shall not perish from this earth."
"Amen," said the bear. "Is that it?"
"Yes," said the caterpillar stiffly. "I got all fouled up because of your constant interjections."
"It was a nice speech," the bear said, "but I'm too tired to hear you practice it again."
"Well I just might, and it'll be all your fault!" the caterpillar screamed. He was already mad at the bear for drinking the last bottle of champagne. "It's because of you that we need to raise money."
"We could sell lemonade," said the bear hopefully, "or paint some rocks? We could make seashell necklaces or weave pot holders, sell driftwood or the tail feathers birds drop onto the ground. I'll collect aluminum cans—they're all over the place—or I could give kindergarten students rides on my back. We could pick blackberries and sell them at a stand on the highway! I'll make floral arrangements out of foxglove and milkweed. I bet they'd bring a pretty penny. I think I'm old enough now to baby-sit, to feed children Rice Krispies squares out of Tupperware containers and referee while the little boys wrestle. I'd be good to the little girls too, read them stories about unicorns and princes, about trolls with bad teeth and white hair … The troll comes in," the bear said in his most evocative storyteller voice, "and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds a coffee cup filled with warm water to her parched lips. He's whistling a tune and smiling, calling her his little darling, his baby girl. But the girl watches the zipper of his khaki pants. Inside his pants is a monster; the little girls in kindergarten told her that. Inside little boys' pants was a monster like a worm."
The air was a thick-petaled flower swarming with baby lizards crawling everywhere over the idiot grass: skinks and whiptails, chameleons twilling their minuscule dew flaps, hatching even now from a clutch of eggs. Just an inch long, they hunted insects, butterfly larvae and worms, baby crickets and katydids. They sounded like a trillion synchronized, reverberating rubber bands, but wetter and more mysterious. The troll spit a glob of marbled mucus into the weeds. The lumpy spit slid down a blade of fool's wheat. Dung beetles and mayflies hatched from tiny gummy eggs, caterpillars spun branches together to make gray mummies, and moths, convinced the porch light was the moon, beat themselves to death against the bulb. She couldn't think of what she was thinking; every few seconds she lost her way, her thoughts going on without her, being revealed behind a closed door, like when she waited outside her parents' bedroom while they whispered inside. It made her feel like she was already back with the earth. Earwigs crawled over her arms, gnats chewed her ankles, horseflies bit her neck. She was no different than this aluminum lawn chair, the frame tilting to a dangerous degree, no different than the deformed oranges, than the nightshade gone to seed by the side of the house.
The troll put his pen down and got up, walked over, and pulled the afghan up to her shoulders, covering up her chest. He wheezed. "Smoking," he said, rubbing his fat tongue over his rotten teeth. He moved one citronella candle, smelling of lemon and a needle's prick, closer to her feet, carried the second back to his table and set it down, careful not to spill wax on his work. In the flame she saw auras of tiny handwriting on onionskin paper. The letters were square and uniform. They looked more like a pattern than characters in the alphabet, and there was a picture of Michael Jackson torn out of a magazine and framed with carefully drawn roses and thunderbolts, a blurry newspaper oval of the president with 666 written on his forehead and one of the Virgin Mary surrounded by swastikas. At the top of the page he was working on was a Polaroid of her. He must have taken it while she was sleeping. Underneath, he'd written, GIRL.
The troll was anxious. He used a toothpick to weed out corn kernels from his teeth, smoked cigarettes one off the end of the other, and reeked of fearful sweat like garbage trucks in summer, like bad Chinese food and smelly feet. He drove leaning forward, headlights off, trying to navigate like a moth by moonlight. The passage was tight, branches flicked against both sides of the van, and the mud road made oozy sounds. The party, Sandy decided, was for the turtle because she was 76. She wore false eyelashes made of spiders' legs and a wreath of violets around her head, and the caterpillar, who was so much younger and always looking for bits of wisdom to improve his rhetoric, asked what she'd learned in life so far.
"Not to eat bad grass," the turtle said.
They were sitting around the tree stump, drinking flat beer out of Styrofoam cups, and the bear, who'd found the precious liquid scattered among pieces of charred wood, seemed already a little drunk.
"Here, here," he lifted his cup, "I'll sing you a song … It was sad. It was sad. It was sad when the Titanic went down. Men and women lost their lives, even little babies died. It was sad when the Titanic went down."
"Why are you always so gloomy?" asked the caterpillar. "This is a birthday party, not a funeral."
The turtle looked depressed. Her husband had died not long ago and the funeral had been a fiasco. "Cheer up," the bear said. "Today you're 67."
"76," the caterpillar corrected him, "and remember what Lincoln said, 'If this is coffee, I'll have tea, if this is tea, I'll have coffee.'"
The bear and the turtle looked at him blankly. "Could you explicate?" the bear asked.
"Oh, you know Abe," the caterpillar said. "He was a nice man, though not always coherent."
But there was nothing to be done; the turtle was depressed, the big barroom bags under her eyes sagged, and she got teary. "Looks like rain," she said, glancing up at the sky.
"Yes," the caterpillar nodded, "everyone make sure to stay away from the swing set because it attracts lightning. If you touch a door handle and it's hot, never go into the hall; and if someone catches on fire, wrap them up quickly in a blanket. Don't go in the water if you hear thunder and try not to be at the top of any trees. Put out all campfires with water and don't throw your cigars into dry grass. Always watch out for stranger danger and be careful if you've had a big meal and feel light-headed and your blood turns into heavy cream. Don't take any pills the troll gives you."
The ones she'd taken earlier made it impossible to keep awake. Water moved against the shore in its white noise way and she heard a buzzing sound that at first she took for a fly inside the van, then a giant dragonfly hovering outside the passenger window, and then a speed-boat towing water-skiers. The back door swung open and bright light shone in her eyes. She felt her pupils quickly retract and she turned her head.
"You'll like her," the troll said. "She lies still." Water licked the wooden poles of the dock, where blue crabs fed on algae and barnacles, and nobody said anything. They like me, she thought, because I lie still.
And a new voice said, "That's Sandy Patrick."
"Down here nobody will know the difference," the troll said.
"What, are you crazy?" the man asked. "She's on the news once a week."
"You didn't take the other one either," the troll said bitterly.
"She was too old and he don't like them to have tattoos," the man said. And then the light was gone. The hue under her eyelids changed from orange to wavering black. She was four and had wet her bed again. They like me because I lie still. If the bed gets wet, throw the sheets on the floor, throw the afghan; then it will dry but the whole place will smell of urine. The man who owns this mattress puts water onto the bed. And it's horrible to sit all night in a wet diaper, but if you wet your underwear just try to go before bed. They like me, Sandy thought, because I lie still.
"Bad luck," the man said. He and the troll had walked around to the front of the van. "Call us if you got something we should know about."
The troll got in and slammed the door, turned on the engine, glanced at her in the rearview window.
"Never put your finger in an electrical socket," the caterpillar continued, "and look both ways before you cross the street. Don't swim on a full stomach because you might get a cramp and watch out for swaying weeds at the bottom of the lake, because sometimes tendrils catch your feet and pull you down. Wash your hands after you go to the bathroom and don't eat moldy bread. Never play with matches, hold sparklers at arm's length and scissor blades together and pointing down, and never run at the pool. Don't eat things you find in the medicine chest—it's not food, it's scientific—and always, always wear your seat belt."
"Home again, home again,"the troll shouted with glee, "jiggidy-jiggidy-jiggidy-gee."
Darcey Steinke's first novel, Up Through the Water, was a New York Times Notable book of 1989, her second novel, Suicide Blonde, has been translated into seven languages. She is the editor, along with Rick Moody, of Joyful Noise: The New Testament Revisited. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband and daughter. Jesus Saves is due out from Grove/Atlantic this fall.
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Classic Video Game 'Galaga' Headed To TV
Galaga, the 1980s arcade game, is being turned into a TV show.
We'll pause a moment to let that sink in.
Production company The Nuttery Entertainment is taking the 8-bit quarter-gobbler, where players exterminated an endless stream of aliens (and which had absolutely no plot), and turning it into an animated series and looking for other ways to extend the 35-year-old brand, reports Variety.
The show, called Galaga Chronicles, will introduce a new backstory for the space bugs and the long ship that fights them. The studio did not announce where the show would air.
Galaga is just the latest game to make a jump from the arcade to the TV/movie world. World of Warcraft, Tomb Raider, and Resident Evil have all received big screen adaptation. Candy Crush Saga is a prime-time game show airing this summer. And a cartoon about a teenage Pac-Man called Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures began airing in 2013.
The move to bring Galaga to a new medium comes as the retro gaming phase is once again red hot. Nintendo's NES Classic Edition sold 2.3 million units in five months, and could have easily sold twice that, given demand. The company will follow that up this holiday with the SNES Classic Edition, which immediately sold out when pre-orders began this past weekend.


Florence Crittenton Services of Orange County, Inc. (Crittenton), located in Fullerton, California, met most of the applicable safety standards for the care and release of children in its custody. However, Crittenton released some children to sponsors without conducting all required background checks, and some Unaccompanied Alien Children (UAC) case files were missing documentation to verify that Crittenton met certain safety standards. In addition, the numbers of released children listed in Crittenton�s quarterly performance progress reports were not readily verifiable for accuracy.
On the basis of our sample results, we estimated that Crittenton released 2�percent of children to sponsors without conducting all required background checks. Without conducting all required background checks, Crittenton did not follow Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR) policies to ensure that, for an estimated 16 children, sponsors were properly vetted. We also estimated that Crittenton did not properly document the care and release of approximately 9�percent of all children released to sponsors in fiscal years 2014 and 2015. Without adequate documentation in the case files, ORR could not be assured that, for an estimated 71�children, Crittenton had followed ORR policies. In addition, without accurate information on the number of released children, ORR did not have assurance that Crittenton ensured program integrity and that every child Crittenton released was accounted for.
We recommended that Crittenton (1) ensure that all required background checks are conducted and documented, (2) provide periodic training to staff on maintaining documentation related to public records checks, (3) increase oversight of its quality review for UAC case files to ensure that all required documentation is maintained in the files, (4) develop policies and procedures for obtaining necessary documentation in the case files for children transferred from another shelter care provider, and (5)�develop a process to document the information used to prepare its quarterly performance reports and verify the information�s accuracy.
In written comments on our draft report, Crittenton did not indicate concurrence or nonconcurrence with our recommendations; however, it provided information on actions that it had taken or planned to take to address our recommendations.


On November 30, 2016, Avista Utilities filed a request with the Oregon Public Utility Commission to raise customer rates by 9.0 percent or $8,539,000 annually. The main driver according to the company's filing is increased business expenses and capital additions.
Avista Utilities serves approximately 99,065 customers in Oregon.


Today we're heading to Chalk & Cork on Cape Town's Kloof Street. It's the road that connects the centre of the city to all the City Bowl neighbourhoods and is where Long, Orange and Buitensingel meet. More than that it's a hive of activity with such a range of places to eat and drink you're going to get confused if you wander for too long. On the up side you're definitely going to find something that suits your needs.
Tapas-style eating is everywhere these days. Suits me as it means I get to try more of the dishes on offer and can avoid food envy when others' orders look better than mine.
The slightly strangely named Chalk & Cork specialise in sharing plates. This small, quirky restaurant has a lovely outside area, perfect for Kloof Street people-watching, a small bar area downstairs and a few tables upstairs. It's a cosy little place with welcoming service and a great feel. And there are corks all over the place, they're part of the decor – not so sure what the chalk has to do with it. Anyway, it's certainly a name that sticks in the mind.
We shared a range of dishes which were all outstanding. The tempura of East Coast hake came with variations of peas – such a clever idea. Pea puree, peas in and out of the pod and pea shots added a beautiful sweetness to the flakey fish with its perfectly crisp batter.
The smoked tomato risotto was served with sour cream and charred corn. The smoking certain gave the dish a unique flavour and the sour cream added extra zest.
My favourite of the dishes we ordered was the aged beef steak which was served with pickled carrots atop an aromatic green curry sauce. The steak was so perfectly cooked and the sauce had a lovely creaminess and a real chilli kick. Think I'll have to keep the whole bowl for myself next time. And doesn't it look beautiful?
Finally, this stunning plate of food is their new potato salad with a herb aioli, walnuts, radishes and celery. Wonderfully crunchy and crisp with the herbiest of dressings.
We did also enjoy a plate of lamb meatballs with mint yogurt, peas and fresh basil. Sorry for the lack of photographic evidence.
I will definitely go back to Chalk & Cork. I loved all their dishes, the service was fabulous and it has a lovely, relaxed feel – and an excellent wine list. Most of all, it's really great value for money.
Writing about Kloof Street turned out to be more of a challenge than I'd anticipated as my autocorrect kept changing it to Aloof Street, which made me laugh (although it was incredibly annoying!). There's certainly nothing Aloof about this street!
Two gin and tonics, five tapas dishes and two bottles of wine cost us R638. (Around £40 at today's exchange rate).
It was plenty of food for four people.
Chalk & Cork is at 51 Kloof Street, Cape Town.


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The case of the missing children of Pirmasens refers to the disappearance of three German children in 1960, 1964, and 1967 in Pirmasens, who were suspected to have been murdered by a serial killer.

Events
In the years 1960, 1964, and 1967, two boys and a girl, aged between 8 and 10, disappeared. They were last seen near the area of Messeplatz in Pirmasens, Germany and all three abductions took place on a Friday. The children were never found, and the investigation went cold due to a lack of leads.

1973 investigations
In 1973, a re-examination of the facts, in conjunction with offender profiling, brought new insights into the case. Following a checkout procedure, thousands of men in Pirmasens and the surrounding area were screened on the basis of suspicion. A then 42-year-old casual worker, who had known the boys well, became a preliminary suspect. He was often near the places where they later disappeared and led a "restless life." A son of a jeweler, he had been studying philosophy and psychology for a while, and in 1954 he began treatment for schizophrenia. He then lived in the wilderness in the forests around Pirmasens. During the 6-hour interrogations, he began to contradict himself, so his guilt was considered by investigators to be secured. Instead of an arrest warrant, the district court of Zweibrücken ordered that he be admitted to a hospital in October 1974. The man consistently denied involvement and was released following a trial in March 1976 at the district court of Zweibrücken. The admission to the asylum was also ruled to be against the presumption of innocence and unconstitutional since there was no evidence against the man.

Paperback entry for criminologists
Ernst Fischer, The Police Chief of Pirmasens who led the investigations which started in 1973, described the cases in his book The Pocket Book for Criminalists (1978). The check-out process involved searching public records with personal information, and was a precursor to dragnet search.

See also
List of German serial killers
List of people who disappeared

Literature
 Ernst Fischer: Vermißte Kinder in Pirmasens. In: Waldemar Burghard; Hans Werner Hamacher (Hrsg.): Taschenbuch für Kriminalisten Bd. 28, Hilden 1978, S. 145–182.
 Schablone X. In: Der Spiegel. Nr. 46, 1974, S. 66–70 (online – 11. November 1974).
 Kleiner Mythos. In: Der Spiegel. Nr. 16, 1976, S. 62–66 (online – 12. April 1976).
 Keine Leichen und kein Geständnis. In: Die Zeit, Nr. 11 vom 5. März 1976, online.
 Netz mit Löchern. In: Die Zeit, Nr. 16 vom 9. April 1976, online.
 Zehnjährige seit sechs Tagen vermißt. In: Hamburger Abendblatt, Nr. 213 vom 13. September 1967, Seite 24, online.

1960 crimes in Germany
1960 murders in Germany
1960s missing person cases
1964 murders in Germany
1967 murders in Germany
Missing German children
Pirmasens
Unidentified serial killers

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AN ACT OF LOVE - an interview with Carol Drinkwater
Today I'm thrilled to welcome to my blog my dear friend the award-winning actress, writer, film-maker and all-round lovely person, Carol Drinkwater. Carol's latest novel, An Act of Love, is published just two days from now.
Welcome to Broad Thoughts, Carol. What prompted you to first start writing? What was the first thing you wrote?
I have been writing since I was about eight years old. From the age of four onwards, or from any consciousness about the future and making choices, I wanted to be an actress. I then discovered words.
When I was naughty my parents used to banish me to the spare bedroom. This room had two wonders as far as I was concerned. The first was that there was a large square wooden platform that stood about five feet off the ground. This became 'my stage, my theatre'. I could climb onto a chair and from there onto the stage where I could 'perform'. The other gift the room gave me was that this spare room was where my father stored all his fancy dress costumes. As well as being a musician, my father also had his own theatrical agency at the back of which was his fancy dress shop. He would travel all over buying up costumes from old theatres or fancy dress shops going out of business, or wherever. He stored them in this room. It reeked of mothballs and old bits of fur. Those smells were potent to me, they held all possibilities.
So, now I had a stage and costumes, but no plays, no words. Daddy got me a huge Shakespeare jigsaw puzzle, like an enormous round plate. At its centre was Shakespeare's head. Encircling this portrait were thirty-seven coloured images. Each was a depiction of a moment from one of Will's plays. That jigsaw puzzle took up a large section of my stage. I skirted about it, prancing back and forth (about two steps each way!) dolled up in costumes from Daddy's rails of clothes. I was attempting to imitate the silent figures in the jigsaw portrayals.
My next precious gift was a Complete Works of Shakespeare. My very own hefty black Bible from which I copied out words, sentences, that I did not understand. Those words were the beginning of writing for me. The seed, the keys to universes I had not yet encountered. Coxcomb, for example. What was that? I put the words in the mouths of the characters I was dressed up to represent. Even if I didn't understand the difference between Falstaff or Mistress Quickly and Cleopatra! But those names conjured up so many ideas for me.
Then I began writing short plays or exchanges of dialogue between my newly-born characters. By the age of ten I had written a play that I produced, directed, starred in at school. This we performed at my Irish convent and then I took it on a "tour" to local old people's homes. The residents watched on from their wheelchairs in utter bemusement!
That sounds intriguing. I wish I'd been there to see it!
Can you summarise your latest work in just a few words?
It is a Bildungsroman, a coming-of-age novel. It is also a WWII story of love and courage. One young woman's journey from the revelation of first love, through her darkest hours, to ... (The novel tells the rest!!)
What was the inspiration for this book?
Inland of where we live on the French Riviera, the Côte d'Azur, I came across a remarkable story of a small mountain village whose inhabitants welcomed into their community almost a thousand fugitive Jews. They hid these refugees for almost a year between November 1942 to September 1943 when the Nazis arrived into this Free Zone region of France. At that point the Jewish families who had made friends, built relationships with their French hosts, were obliged to flee.
Did you do any research for the book?
MASSES and masses.
I love research, but it's a real thief of time...
What does a typical writing day involve for you?
A great deal of hard work! When I am at work on a novel or novella, I usually write for about seven hours. It sleeps with me too. The characters, their journeys, their desires, disappointments and confusions. It is a twenty-four hour commitment!
How do you decide on the names for your characters?
Interesting question. Some characters seem to name themselves. Others I look for in local directories or I take them partially from people I have met or heard of.
Do you plot your novels in advance, or allow them to develop as you write?
I am one of those who sets out to work without knowing where I am going. The stories unfold and develop as I write. It is an exciting and sometimes terrifying process.
I know exactly what you mean. That's happened to me too. I've tried plotting out a novel in advance, only to find that the characters have their own ideas and take the story in a whole new direction!
Which writers have influenced your own writing?
So many. Well, Shakespeare as a beginning. Marguerite Duras, Isabel Allende, Graham Greene, William Boyd. Every writer I have ever read has had some tiny influence on my work, even if only for me to say "I don't like that" or "This story doesn't speak to me". Films, too. I am a film fanatic, and watching films is a method of comprehending and getting to grips with story-telling for me.
I filmed episodes of James Herriot's stories for so many years that his work began to seep into me. I understood that his love of his territory and those around him gave his books a special magic. And he never wrote down to his readers. Two very important lessons for me.
What has been the best part of the writing process…and the worst?
Holding the finished work in my hands, talking to readers at literary festivals and other book events, sitting on a plane or train and spotting someone reading one of my books – that is all very special.
Does your new book have a message for the reader?
I don't think in term of messages. I find such an approach too didactic for me. I aim to tell stories, to reveal the public and private journeys of my characters. The women, mostly women, that I am writing about move through time and space and their perception of life changes and life impacts on them. I am fascinated by the inner lives of people, their secret selves. It was one of the early attractions of becoming an actress too. Damage, passion, urges that have no brakes, cannot be held back by reason, acts that cannot be undone ... these are a few of the areas that fascinate me.
If you kill someone you cannot bring them back to life. No matter how much you regret your act. The same if you hurt someone, you can apologise if you are able to, but the damage has been done. All forms of love and violence towards others, judgements of them. These all impact on other people. Everything is on the move, interacting with everything else.
Do you have any advice for new writers?
WRITE, just keep at it. There is no other way, no magic solution. No one else will write YOUR book. It comes from you and that can be both a joyous and a painfrul process, dragging it out into the open and onto the page. But it is also a WONDROUS process. It never fails to amaze and thrill me. (PS: I should listen to my own advice more frequently!!)
Is there anything else you'd like to add?
Thank you, Sue, merci, for inviting me here and thank you to those of you who have given your time to read this. I hope you will read An Act of Love and it will excite you. Cx
Thank you so much for visiting my blog today, Carol. It has been a real honour to host you. Please come again!
Carol Drinkwater is a multi-award-winning actress, writer and film-maker. As an actress, she is probably best known for her portrayal of Helen Herriot in the BBC television series All Creatues Great and Small (based on the books by James Herriot).
Carol is the author of twenty-four books, both fiction and non-fiction, and has achieved bestselling status (over a million copies sold worldwide) with her quartet of memoirs set on her Olive Farm in the south of France. Carol's fascination with the olive tree extended to a solo Mediterranean journey in search of the tree's mythical secrets. The resulting bestselling travel books, The Olive Route and The Olive Tree, have also inspired a five-part documentary film series.
Carol's four Kindle Singles - novella-length stories commissioned by Amazon - are The Girl in Room Fourteen, Hotel Paradise, A Simple Act of Kindness and The Love of a Stranger. They have reached the top of the charts on both sides of the Atlantic.
Her latest novel, to be published by Penguin on 29th April 2021, is AN ACT OF LOVE.
So delightful to read Carol's writings! I'm waiting in suspense for An Act of Love to arrive. Enjoyed her acting too in ACGAS. Such a lovely person.
Kathleen McGurl 28 April 2021 at 13:37
Lovely blog - wonderful to get to "know" a writer I remember so well from TV years ago. Carol lives in my favourite part of France.
peter sinclair 5 May 2021 at 11:06
Just finished reading The Olive Farm, wonderfully well written, so descriptive, WE are in the midst of similar renovation, and with trees, etc, in a foreign country, so i see the parallels
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As they say Health is Wealth and everyone knows that health is important however we still do not move ourselves enough to get fit and healthy.
Here are my four simple tips for you to remain fit and healthy. These tips are intended to provide you with a healthier lifestyle and will help you lead a better life by staying fit. These tips tell you to eat properly, try good living and also kick some bad habits.
Control what you eat: Eating healthy is of prime importance.
That means usually saying no to junk food. If you are the habit of eating junk food then kick that habit out. I know that it is not easy to kick that habit and that is why the best bet is to go step by step which means have a plan ready to kick that habit. It is said that it takes 21 days to make a shift from a habit to another one.
So lay out a 21 day plan and make sure to throw out at least part of the meal which is junk. So for example if you eat fires on a daily basis, change that to alternate day. Or, if you have soda about 8 times a day then cut it to 4 times and each of these incremental cuts will help.
Quit bad habits: One of the prime reasons for problems related to lungs and chest and other areas is smoking. So quit smoking.
Very tough habit to kick out but the most effective one as far as your health goes. It is never too late to quit it and again go with incremental changes and if you smoke 20 a day make sure that you have only 19 a day for week and then cut back again by two to say 17 a week. These changes will help you control the withdrawal symptoms and also will make you more disciplined.
Think positive: Stress they say is the cause of numerous heart related ailments but also has an adverse impact over a long term period. The key to reduce stress is to think positive. If in your job you are at stress think positively to get out of a situation or make sure to have a chat with your manager and also your family at home to get some relief.
Take to sports and gaming: To improve your health and also to reduce tension take on some sport and play it regularly. Make sure that you reserve an hour a day for sports or related activities like Yoga or Pilates.
I am sure that these tips, if followed, can go a long way in giving you a very healthy life.


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100 films created by students and pros screened at Indywood Film Festival
Hyderabad: Around 100 films created by students, independent artistes, professional and international filmmakers were screened at the film and cultural festival at Hyderabad. Students from different states of India participated in the Indywood Film Carnival from December 1 to 5 at HITEX Convention Centre, Hyderabad. With an objective to promote both local Indian and global culture, the 'All Life International Film Festival' catered to films of different genres.
These films included feature films, short films, documentaries, animated and graphic movies. And all of the films revolved around promoting Indian and international approach. Films are the culture and prestige of India as per Indywood. Sohan Roy, Head of Indywood Film Carnival said, "Films are a strong medium to communicate a culture and way of living.
Students are keen as India has a huge history in film making and cinema. While international films provide a completely different perspective and also add to the economy of India so we screened movies both of local and international artistes." Students are trying different technology, creativity and ideas in filmmaking. Nishtha Shirman, a student said, "With new technology and art we are trying to make films which are off beat and quirky.
We want to tell a story which is not spoken about or highlight an issue which is still a myth through films and videos." While students revealed film festivals provide a platform to exhibit their skill and creativity. Souvik Ghoshal, a student from Kolkata, said, "Film festivals are a great opportunity for independent artistes and young filmmakers who want to create something of their own. I have met so many young enthusiasts and young filmmakers like me and it helps me grow and learn new opportunities."
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In the International market Gold is falling due to variety of reasons, there are much strong fundamental news flowing around, but I would like to draw your attention towards some simple technical observations.
As you can see in above attached chart that, Gold is falling in a channel line from beginning of Oct'12, and in last week only it gave sharp dip below lower channel line, which was indicative of strong selling pressure (I would not discuss any fundamental news attached). Channel has validated its authenticity in past, so if prices moves again in the channel line, than it is one signal where we can go long in Gold, but you can't expect prices to touch upper channel line this time.
Secondly, momentum oscillator RSI (14) has reached historical low of 20, I have marked with red circle in chart. By this, please don't expect bounce in prices, as prices have tested oversold territory, No. In past very few time RSI has tested this level in Gold chart, and whenever it has tested this level, prices consolidated and moved slightly lower. Confused, let me clear. From here on, prices may consolidate further and it is possible that after normalizing momentum we might see one more dip in price, but such dip should be utilized as a buying opportunity, by looking at divergence between Price and RSI, I hope I made it very clear. You have to keep little patience here to grab right opportunity.
Few of my friends must be betting that prices will retest its low of USD 1527 made in May'12, but does it make any difference, whether prices test this level or not, major damage is already done. This time prices made a low of USD 1555.
I would not recommend to place stop loss below this level and take a long position, although it looks good, but I sense that we might see one more dip in price, and that should be utilized, by looking at price pattern at that point in time. Yes, aggressive traders can take minor longs as and when prices move above this channel line, which is coming near USD 1590 (prices should give close above this level and stay).
Lastly, on broad level, I don't expect Gold to ride further and even testing its Major High near USD 1930. Gold has shifted its range, expect it to stay consolidate to weak.
I welcome all your feedback and suggestions.
This entry was posted in Commodity, Gold, Gold Technical Analysis, Technical Analysis Blog and tagged RSI, Technical Research Advisory, Way2Profits on February 23, 2013 by way2profits.


Since Joe Townsend lost both his legs in Afghanistan, he's been on the move more than ever. The Royal Marine Commando-turned-paratriathlete has competed at the IRONMAN World Championships in Hawaii, in ITU events from Geneva to Yokohama, and at the 2016 Rio Paralympic Games.
After his fateful accident in 2008, he turned to the triathlon to regain his feeling of control over his body and to raise money for Help for Heroes, a charity supporting wounded UK veterans.
He's seemingly embraced every challenge to come his way; fortunately, his triathlon training got less challenging last year. Reports Joe, "I'm really fortunate to have an Endless Pool® right in my house."
"After my injury, I was asked to do an IRONMAN to raise money for charity." At the time, Joe was "not at all" a competitive swimmer; "I could pass a basic swim test, but I needed extra lessons." He almost opted for the bike/run duathlon option. "I eventually decided, 'Why not try to learn to swim so I can call myself an Ironman.'"
"I've been swimming six days a week ever since." That hasn't always been so easy. At the nearby public pool, where he had to share lanes with less focused swimmers, "serious training wasn't possible."
"When I swim in a traditional pool," the double amputee notes, "I can't kick off the wall." That means additional effort to get back up to speed, so "I can't get in my race pace."
As a result, "I was really struggling with my swimming time," Joe laments. He recalls thinking to himself, "It would be awesome to swim whenever I wanted without any interruption."
Joe now swims in a Performance Endless Pool, courtesy of our award-winning dealer, Home Counties Pools & Hot Tubs. A step up from our Original Endless Pool, the Performance swim current adjusts from a gentle warm up to its demanding top pace of 1:11/100m.
"The Endless Pool is an absolutely fantastic piece of equipment. It's more open-water specific," he observes. On a more personal note, "I wanted to optimize my training environment at home so I can be close to my family."
"First, for swim stroke analysis and working on technique, the Endless Pool is just brilliant," Joe finds. "It helped to improve my swim times dramatically."
Joe uses Endless Pools' two stainless-steel underwater mirrors. The Swim Mirror, which is at the front and angled upwards, lets swimmers monitor their hand entry, pull through, and shoulder rolls. The Floor Mirror lies flat to reflect a swimmer's body position.
"Second, I can video myself and look back" to review swim technique and body position.
In-place swimming makes it easy to record a full swim with a stationary camera, either underwater or just above. Joe can then assess the real-time adjustments that he made using the mirrors.
"The third thing I love, it gives you the opportunity to try different things." In the Endless Pool, you set the current for one pace, just as you would with a runner's treadmill; once you get on pace, you can't help but notice if you slow down or speed up.
With each tweak to his form or body position, "If it's having a negative impact, you get pushed to the back of the pool. If it's having a positive impact, you hit the grill in front. You can't really get that feedback in the open water or pool very easily."
With 50+ pace settings on the Endless Pools swim current, "I can drop my pace in increments of seconds. It's very easy to measure improvements in your training."
Last month, Joe completed the Race Across America. He's a triathlete, but he calls the California-to-Maryland bicycle race "a challenge I wanted to be part of," especially as part of a team of 18 disabled servicemen. They completed their "epic ride" in 6 days, 12 hours, 36 minutes.
Even when training for the bike race, Joe still turned to his Endless Pool. "I'm swimming six days a week, typically. The swim, the bike, and the racing wheelchair all complement each other."
What's ahead for Joe? "I have the Commonwealth Games on the Gold Coast in 2018. That'll make a nice stepping-stone leading into the Games in Tokyo 2020."
In Tokyo, he's hoping for a better finish than Rio's. "I had a great bike, and the fastest run time. As I crossed the finish line, I collapsed. It wasn't that positive or glamorous, but it also meant that I was a Paralympian.
"That's something that can never be taken away. Every day, I wake up knowing that I'm a Paralympian."


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Two organizations have presented awards to Kasowitz Benson Torres LLP for its new website, which launched in December, 2017, praising the website's design with highest accolades: the Hermes Creative Awards, an international awards competition for creative professionals involved in the development of traditional and emerging media, and the Communicator Awards, the largest and most competitive awards program honoring creative excellence.
Hermes Creative Awards recognize outstanding work in the media industry, and are administered and judged by the Association of Marketing and Communication Professionals. The organization consists of several thousand marketing, communication, advertising, public relations, media production and freelance professionals. Over 6,000 entries were submitted to the Hermes Creative Awards competition this year throughout the United States and internationally.
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In June 32 students and 7 adults traveled to Honduras on a mission trip.
The trip made a lasting impact on our students. Please read some of their reflections below.
Not a day goes by I think about the life changing experience the country of Honduras gave me. I've met so many people and made many friends along the way that have taught me a lot of about their lives. I've realized that it doesn't take a lot to be happy, not even having a car or any technology, sometimes it's just a bouncy ball and endless laughter. For you people of Honduras, times may be hard right now but freedom will be given to you by believing in the lord and working through him. Walk by faith even if you cannot see what's ahead of you all and great things will happen. Again, thank you Honduras and you won't be forgotten!
This week I had the privilege of traveling to Honduras for a week. I was floored by the willingness of all of my fellow students and the citizens of Honduras to do hard work building a school and working to help all in every way we could. God shone through every one of them throughout the week and I was able to see his goodness through these amazing people and experiences!!!


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Mo Ting wasn't going to care about Chen Xingyan, otherwise, An Zihao's job was much too carefree .
Over the past few days, due to the upcoming release of Tangning's newest film - 'The Lost Relative' - the 30-second trailer was set on repeat on the big screen outside Hai Rui .
Everyone that walked past would take a glance . Even though plenty of fans had seen the trailer before, Tangning still had a magical drawing power . A cold fighter wasn't something that existed in everyday life, but the way that her character searched desperately for her husband and the way she portrayed it so realistically, made other women feel like they could relate and could feel her pain .
The film was originally scheduled for the vacation period, but, because of recent events, the public were relatively negative . Therefore, Mo Ting decided to move the release date forward to take advantage of the moment and draw the public's attention away .
This film was spectacular in both drama and action, so Hai Rui had high expectations for it . The film was scheduled for an April 21st release and starred Tangning; it was expected that the distribution of the film would be highly popular . But, there was one particular theater that did not plan to screen it at all: Kaihuang Theaters!
They were rising stars in the industry and they grew quickly in popularity . But, they completely shocked everyone with their decision .
Mo Ting asked Fang Yu to handle the matter, but the other party contacted them first and said that their boss wanted to invite Mo Ting and his wife to lunch .
Unfortunately, Tangning was 9-months pregnant and did not like to move around too much, let alone accept invitations to go anywhere . Plus, she did not know the man, nor were they connected in anyway .
"I'm simply asking you to join me for a meal . Are you afraid that I may do something to you? Does Hai Rui not want a harmonious relations.h.i.+p within the film and television industry, perhaps? Or, have you not thought about working with a big partner like Kaihuang?"
Tangning was pushed into the firing line by Xiao Yuhe's words . After all, Hai Rui had other shareholders; if she didn't go, the ramifications weren't severe, but the other shareholders would not be pleased .
Obviously, this man did not have good intentions .
"Let's meet then," Mo Ting replied .
Two days later, inside one of Kaihuang's subsidiary hotels, Xiao Yuhe invited Mo Ting and Tangning to a lunch in their scenic top-floor restaurant .
"President Mo and Mrs Mo aren't easy to invite . . . I put in a lot of effort to get you here . " Xiao Yuhe was dressed in a grey suit and he stood with a good posture like a gentleman . On the surface, he appeared to be quite an outstanding man .
"I'm close to giving birth, so it's not convenient for me to move around" Tangning smiled . "I'm sorry for dismissing your kind gesture . "
"I've heard how President Mo and Mrs Mo have combined their powers to create a successful business . . . "
"President Xiao, let's be honest and not go around in circles," Tangning spoke alone, almost like she was Mo Ting's manager . After all, Mo Ting had no intention to speak to the man because he had no regard for him .
"Song Xin is my girlfriend . I want to see her progress in Hai Rui and I want President Mo and Mrs Mo to go easy on her . I hope you can stop suppressing her so much," Xiao Yuhe let down his guard after seeing Tangning's directness .
"Mrs Mo's third film is about to screen . I had a look at it and I know it's a good film . . . but, my father does not think so . That's why we haven't distributed it to any of our theaters . "
"What I'm trying to say is, can I come to an agreement with President Mo? If you give Song Xin the best resources, I'll give Mrs Mo the best platform for her film . "
So . . . it was because of Song Xin . . .
"President Mo should understand me the most, right? After all, you only have one Mrs Mo . I simply don't want my Song Xin to suffer . Look at her, from the moment that her manager has been injured, no one's cared about her or helped her arrange anything . . . My heart hurts just thinking about it . "
Xiao Yuhe was nothing like Song Xin . He appeared reliable, but hard to read .
If one read between the lines, his appeared both flexible, yet threatening .
At this time, Mo Ting finally responded . He placed his right arm on the back of Tangning's chair and looked at her as he said, "There aren't many people in Beijing that are brave enough to threaten me . "
"Really? I guess President Mo has to get used to it . . . " Xiao Yuhe laughed naturally .
"But, President Xiao, I think you may be mistaken . . . " Mo Ting retrieved his gaze from Tangning as his black diamond-like eyes lit up with a wise twinkle, "Song Xin is my artist and I hate it when my artist breaks the rules set in their contract . For example, there is a rule in Song Xin's contract that clearly states that she cannot date during the period of her contract . "
"In addition, Song Xin's matters are handled by our Vice President . If every artist is addressed by me personally, how tired would I be? Huh?"
"Lastly, it is entirely your decision whether you want to distribute a film or not . But, you've overestimated the situation . I really don't care as much as you think I do . How much of a loss do you think Hai Rui will suffer? I think you should be controlling your threatening att.i.tude; from what I see, you should be pleading me instead . "
After speaking, Mo Ting looked at Tangning . His voice was no longer as cold, "Have some chicken soup, you haven't been eating much lately . "
"Uh huh," Tangning nodded obediently as she minded her own business and drank some chicken soup .
Xiao Yuhe's original intention was to apply pressure on the couple, but to his surprise, he was rendered speechless by Mo Ting's words . He couldn't argue back at all .
More importantly, the couple began to do their own thing and dug into their meals without any consideration for him .
Xiao Yuhe couldn't laugh, cry, nor get angry . But, he didn't want to admit defeat . So, after they were done with their lunch, he asked, "Since President Mo doesn't look highly on Song Xin, why don't you do me a favor and just free her from her contract? I'm more than willing to train and support her . "
"You can call Hai Rui's Vice President and consult Song Xin's contract . We will do as the contract says," Mo Ting brushed him off .
"President Mo, don't you think you are acting a bit strange? Your reaction makes me feel like Song Xin has offended you in some way . "
Hearing this, Mo Ting lifted his head and stared at Xiao Yuhe .
There were some things that did not need to be pointed out .
"From now on, if you have anything concerning Song Xin, you can speak directly to the Vice President of Hai Rui . Thank you for the warm hospitality, I will make sure to return it to you someday . "
In the end, even after an entire meal was over, Xiao Yuhe did not achieve his motive .
He couldn't threaten Mo Ting, nor could he secure any special treatment for Song Xin . Worst of all, he couldn't even retrieve her contract .
During this entire time, Song Xin was separated from the three by a wall of gla.s.s . After hearing what Mo Ting had said, Song Xin finally understood his att.i.tude towards her .
She felt her entire body burst into flames of anger . In the end, she had no choice but to be suppressed by Tangning . She was suppressed strongly by Tangning!
Since that was the case, all she could do was go all out and fight until the end! Chapter 699: Fight Until The End!. Translator: Yunyi Editor: Yunyi Mo Ting wasnt going to care about Chen Xingyan, otherwise, An Zihaos job was much too carefree Over the past few days, due to the upcoming release of Tangnings newest film - The Lost Relative - the 30-second trailer was set on repeat on the big screen outside Hai Rui . Everyone that walked past would take a glance . Even though plenty of fans had seen the trailer before, Tangning still had a magical drawing power . A cold fighter wasnt something that existed in everyday life, but the way that her character searched desperately for her husband and the way she portrayed it so realistically, made other women feel like they could relate and could feel her pain . The film was originally scheduled for the vacation period, but, because of recent events, the public were relatively negative . Therefore, Mo Ting decided to move the release date forward to take advantage of the moment and draw the publics attention away . This film was spectacular in both drama and action, so Hai Rui had high expectations for it . The film was scheduled for an April 21st release and starred Tangning; it was expected that the distribution of the film would be highly popular . But, there was one particular theater that did not plan to screen it at all: Kaihuang Theaters! They were rising stars in the industry and they grew quickly in popularity . But, they completely shocked everyone with their decision . Mo Ting asked Fang Yu to handle the matter, but the other party contacted them first and said that their boss wanted to invite Mo Ting and his wife to lunch . Unfortunately, Tangning was 9-months pregnant and did not like to move around too much, let alone accept invitations to go anywhere . Plus, she did not know the man, nor were they connected in anyway . Im simply asking you to join me for a meal . Are you afraid that I may do something to you? Does Hai Rui not want a harmonious relations.h.i.+p within the film and television industry, perhaps? Or, have you not thought about working with a big partner like Kaihuang? Tangning was pushed into the firing line by Xiao Yuhes words . After all, Hai Rui had other shareholders; if she didnt go, the ramifications werent severe, but the other shareholders would not be pleased . Obviously, this man did not have good intentions . Lets meet then, Mo Ting replied . Two days later, inside one of Kaihuangs subsidiary hotels, Xiao Yuhe invited Mo Ting and Tangning to a lunch in their scenic top-floor restaurant . President Mo and Mrs Mo arent easy to invite . I put in a lot of effort to get you here . Xiao Yuhe was dressed in a grey suit and he stood with a good posture like a gentleman . On the surface, he appeared to be quite an outstanding man . Im close to giving birth, so its not convenient for me to move around Tangning smiled . Im sorry for dismissing your kind gesture . Ive heard how President Mo and Mrs Mo have combined their powers to create a successful business . President Xiao, lets be honest and not go around in circles, Tangning spoke alone, almost like she was Mo Tings manager . After all, Mo Ting had no intention to speak to the man because he had no regard for him . Song Xin is my girlfriend . I want to see her progress in Hai Rui and I want President Mo and Mrs Mo to go easy on her . I hope you can stop suppressing her so much, Xiao Yuhe let down his guard after seeing Tangnings directness . Mrs Mos third film is about to screen . I had a look at it and I know its a good film . but, my father does not think so . Thats why we havent distributed it to any of our theaters . What Im trying to say is, can I come to an agreement with President Mo? If you give Song Xin the best resources, Ill give Mrs Mo the best platform for her film . So . it was because of Song Xin . President Mo should understand me the most, right? After all, you only have one Mrs Mo . I simply dont want my Song Xin to suffer . Look at her, from the moment that her manager has been injured, no ones cared about her or helped her arrange anything . My heart hurts just thinking about it . Xiao Yuhe was nothing like Song Xin . He appeared reliable, but hard to read . If one read between the lines, his appeared both flexible, yet threatening . At this time, Mo Ting finally responded . He placed his right arm on the back of Tangnings chair and looked at her as he said, There arent many people in Beijing that are brave enough to threaten me . Really? I guess President Mo has to get used to it . Xiao Yuhe laughed naturally . But, President Xiao, I think you may be mistaken . Mo Ting retrieved his gaze from Tangning as his black diamond-like eyes lit up with a wise twinkle, Song Xin is my artist and I hate it when my artist breaks the rules set in their contract . For example, there is a rule in Song Xins contract that clearly states that she cannot date during the period of her contract . In addition, Song Xins matters are handled by our Vice President . If every artist is addressed by me personally, how tired would I be? Huh? Lastly, it is entirely your decision whether you want to distribute a film or not . But, youve overestimated the situation . I really dont care as much as you think I do . How much of a loss do you think Hai Rui will suffer? I think you should be controlling your threatening att.i.tude; from what I see, you should be pleading me instead . After speaking, Mo Ting looked at Tangning . His voice was no longer as cold, Have some chicken soup, you havent been eating much lately . Uh huh, Tangning nodded obediently as she minded her own business and drank some chicken soup . Xiao Yuhes original intention was to apply pressure on the couple, but to his surprise, he was rendered speechless by Mo Tings words . He couldnt argue back at all . More importantly, the couple began to do their own thing and dug into their meals without any consideration for him . Xiao Yuhe couldnt laugh, cry, nor get angry . But, he didnt want to admit defeat . So, after they were done with their lunch, he asked, Since President Mo doesnt look highly on Song Xin, why dont you do me a favor and just free her from her contract? Im more than willing to train and support her . You can call Hai Ruis Vice President and consult Song Xins contract . We will do as the contract says, Mo Ting brushed him off . President Mo, dont you think you are acting a bit strange? Your reaction makes me feel like Song Xin has offended you in some way . Hearing this, Mo Ting lifted his head and stared at Xiao Yuhe . There were some things that did not need to be pointed out . How could he possibly let Song Xin go? How could he let someone that tried to hurt Tangning and his child go? From now on, if you have anything concerning Song Xin, you can speak directly to the Vice President of Hai Rui . Thank you for the warm hospitality, I will make sure to return it to you someday . In the end, even after an entire meal was over, Xiao Yuhe did not achieve his motive . He couldnt threaten Mo Ting, nor could he secure any special treatment for Song Xin . Worst of all, he couldnt even retrieve her contract . During this entire time, Song Xin was separated from the three by a wall of gla.s.s . After hearing what Mo Ting had said, Song Xin finally understood his att.i.tude towards her . She felt her entire body burst into flames of anger . In the end, she had no choice but to be suppressed by Tangning . She was suppressed strongly by Tangning! Since that was the case, all she could do was go all out and fight until the end!
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When You Ride Alone, You Ride with Hitler! by Andrew David
8:40 am Friday: I'm early for work, so I get a decent parking spot today. I "forget" to crack a window for Hitler again. "Ich bein suffokätten!" he howls. "No habla, herr führer," I shrug, "no habla… heh, heh."
The morning goes by slowly.
11:55 am: Lunch. I go to the McDonalds drive-thru; they're having a "two quarter pounders for $2.99" thing, so I get that. Hitler gets the Happy Meal, but I take his prize. "Mein!" he protests, "Ist mein Chewbacca mit der schnauzerkopf!" He makes a futile grasp with his ghostly mitts — but passes right through it. "Pity…" I muse, "though I suppose I don't really want it, anyhow." Hitler brightens; I throw the toy out the window.
The afternoon picks up a little. About two o'clock, one of the guys from the office next door comes poking around. "Is that anybody's red Contour out there?" he asks. "It's mine," I say. "What about it?"
"Well, it's got Hitler in it," he says.
"Yeah, I know," I say, "he came with it."
"Well, you better join a car-sharing club if you don't want to keep riding with Hitler."
"Nobody here drives by my house," I say. "I live in Berkley. They all live in Wyandotte."
"I'm coming from Huntington Woods," says the guy. "You can ride with me."
"Hitler, you — what's the difference?" I say. The guy leaves in a snit.
5:00 pm: The whistle blows. Hitler and I drive in silence for several miles. He turns to me with a feeble smile. "Verk?" he asks, "Ess güden däg?"
"Yeah, I suppose so," I say. "Good day at work."
"When You Ride Alone, You Ride with Hitler"
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using System;
using System.Collections.Concurrent;
using System.Collections.Generic;
using System.Linq;
using System.Runtime.CompilerServices;
using System.Text;
using System.Threading;
using System.Threading.Tasks;

namespace Org.Unidal.Cat
{
    public class DBUtil
    {
        private static AsyncLocal<Message.ITransaction> _scopedTrans = new AsyncLocal<Message.ITransaction>();
        private static readonly ConcurrentDictionary<string, string> filePathDic = new ConcurrentDictionary<string, string>();

        public static TResult WrapWithCatTransaction<TResult>(Func<TResult> sqlFunc, string queryCatetroy, string operationType,
            [CallerFilePath] string callerFilePath = "", [CallerMemberName] string callerMemberName = "", [CallerLineNumber] int callerLineNumber = 0)
        {
            if (!Org.Unidal.Cat.Cat.Enabled)
            {
                return sqlFunc();
            }

            bool ownTrans = true;
            var catTran = StartSqlTransaction(queryCatetroy, ref ownTrans);
            try
            {
                Cat.LogEvent(CatConstants.EVENT_SQL_METHOD, operationType, CatConstants.SUCCESS, GetCallerInfo(callerFilePath, callerMemberName, callerLineNumber));

                var result = sqlFunc();

                var listResult = result as System.Collections.ICollection;
                if (listResult != null)
                {
                    LogEventForRowCount(listResult.Count);
                }

                return result;
            }
            catch (Exception e)
            {
                catTran.SetStatus(e);
                throw;
            }
            finally
            {
                if (ownTrans)
                {
                    catTran.Status = CatConstants.SUCCESS;
                    catTran.Complete();
                    _scopedTrans.Value = null;
                }
            }
        }

        public static async Task<TResult> WrapWithCatTransactionAsync<TResult>(Func<Task<TResult>> sqlFunc, string queryCatetroy, string operationType,
            [CallerFilePath] string callerFilePath = "", [CallerMemberName] string callerMemberName = "", [CallerLineNumber] int callerLineNumber = 0)
        {
            if (!Org.Unidal.Cat.Cat.Enabled)
            {
                return await sqlFunc();
            }

            bool ownTrans = true;
            var catTran = StartSqlTransaction(queryCatetroy, ref ownTrans);
            try
            {
                Cat.LogEvent(CatConstants.EVENT_SQL_METHOD, operationType, CatConstants.SUCCESS, GetCallerInfo(callerFilePath, callerMemberName, callerLineNumber));

                var result = await sqlFunc();

                var listResult = result as System.Collections.ICollection;
                if (listResult != null)
                {
                    LogEventForRowCount(listResult.Count);
                }

                return result;
            }
            catch (Exception e)
            {
                catTran.SetStatus(e);
                throw;
            }
            finally
            {
                if (ownTrans)
                {
                    catTran.Status = CatConstants.SUCCESS;
                    catTran.Complete();
                    _scopedTrans.Value = null;
                }
            }
        }

        public static void WrapWithCatTransaction(Action sqlAction, string queryCatetroy, string operationType,
             [CallerFilePath] string callerFilePath = "", [CallerMemberName] string callerMemberName = "", [CallerLineNumber] int callerLineNumber = 0)
        {
            if (!Org.Unidal.Cat.Cat.Enabled)
            {
                sqlAction();
                return;
            }

            bool ownTrans = true;
            var catTran = StartSqlTransaction(queryCatetroy, ref ownTrans);
            try
            {
                Cat.LogEvent(CatConstants.EVENT_SQL_METHOD, operationType, CatConstants.SUCCESS, GetCallerInfo(callerFilePath, callerMemberName, callerLineNumber));

                sqlAction();
            }
            catch (Exception e)
            {
                catTran.SetStatus(e);
                throw;
            }
            finally
            {
                if (ownTrans)
                {
                    catTran.Status = CatConstants.SUCCESS;
                    catTran.Complete();
                    _scopedTrans.Value = null;
                }
            }
        }

        public static async Task WrapWithCatTransactionAsync(Func<Task> sqlAction, string queryCatetroy, string operationType,
        [CallerFilePath] string callerFilePath = "", [CallerMemberName] string callerMemberName = "", [CallerLineNumber] int callerLineNumber = 0)
        {
            if (!Org.Unidal.Cat.Cat.Enabled)
            {
                await sqlAction();
                return;
            }

            bool ownTrans = true;
            var catTran = StartSqlTransaction(queryCatetroy, ref ownTrans);
            try
            {
                Cat.LogEvent(CatConstants.EVENT_SQL_METHOD, operationType, CatConstants.SUCCESS, GetCallerInfo(callerFilePath, callerMemberName, callerLineNumber));

                await sqlAction();

            }
            catch (Exception e)
            {
                catTran.SetStatus(e);
                throw;
            }
            finally
            {
                if (ownTrans)
                {
                    catTran.Status = CatConstants.SUCCESS;
                    catTran.Complete();
                    _scopedTrans.Value = null;
                }
            }
        }

        public static void LogEventForRowCount(int rowCount)
        {
            if (!Org.Unidal.Cat.Cat.Enabled)
            {
                return;
            }

            var currTrans = Cat.GetManager()?.PeekTransaction();
            if (currTrans == null)
            {
                currTrans = _scopedTrans.Value;
                if (currTrans == null)
                    return;
            }

            var countMessage = string.Empty;
            if (rowCount < 10)
                countMessage = "<10";
            else if (rowCount < 100)
                countMessage = "<100";
            else if (rowCount < 1000)
                countMessage = "<1000";
            else if (rowCount < 5000)
                countMessage = "<5000";
            else if (rowCount < 10000)
                countMessage = "<10000";
            else
                countMessage = ">10000";

            Cat.LogEvent(CatConstants.EVENT_SQL_ROWS, countMessage, CatConstants.SUCCESS, rowCount.ToString());
        }

        private static Message.IMessage StartSqlTransaction(string queryCatetroy, ref bool ownTrans)
        {
            var currTrans = _scopedTrans.Value;
            if (currTrans != null)
            {
                ownTrans = false;
                return currTrans;
            }

            currTrans = Cat.NewTransaction(CatConstants.EVENT_SQL, queryCatetroy);
            _scopedTrans.Value = currTrans;

            return currTrans;
        }

        private static string GetCallerInfo(string callerFilePath, string callerMemberName, int callerLineNumber)
        {
            var path = filePathDic.GetOrAdd(callerFilePath, (filePath) =>
            {
                var index = filePath.LastIndexOf('\\');
                if (index > 0)
                    return filePath.Substring(index + 1);
                else
                    return filePath;
            });

            return $"Caller={path}&Member={callerMemberName}&Line={callerLineNumber.ToString()}";
        }
    }
}

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Is there anything a parent can do from the sidelines to help a child play a better game?
We've all read about parents who yell and get into fights at their children's games. But how are parents supposed to behave on the sidelines? What type of cheering helps? What adds pressure? Is coaching from the sidelines ever OK?
Being a spectator is tough. Watching a child struggle can unleash parents' competitiveness, or rekindle the pride or pain they once felt when playing sports in their youth. Many of the soccer, football, hockey and other programs starting up again this fall are costly and time-consuming, making it harder to stay calm if your child doesn't try hard or a coach seems misguided.
Coaches say it is best for parents to set aside emotion and ego, watch the game closely, avoid shouting criticism or instructions from the sidelines and cheer for the whole team, not just their own child.
She uses self-talk to stay calm. If her son doesn't seem to be trying hard, she tells herself, "I don't have fire and drive every day at my work either." If the team falters, she thinks, "These are 14-year-old kids. They're not going to play in the NFL." She directs her sons toward other goals—bonding with teammates, learning to take coaching well and stretching their physical limits.
Children and teens are embarrassed when parents yell or single out their own child with loud cheers, according to a 2011 study of 57 players ages 7 to 14 published in the Research Quarterly for Exercise and Sport. Even seemingly encouraging cheers, such as "Come on, you can do it!" can imply criticism to players that they're not doing their best, says the study, led by Jens Omli, an instructor of kinesiology at California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo.
Children often connect parents' attitude about their sports performance to their value as a person, says Bruce E. Brown, a teacher, coach and director of Proactive Coaching, a training firm in Camano Island, Wash. They think parents who yell instructions from the sidelines believe children can't figure out what to do on their own, Mr. Brown says. Hurling insults at the ref teaches children it is OK to challenge authority.
Criticizing a child's teammate suggests it is OK for a child to dump on teammates too. Some 23% of 400 sports parents surveyed in 2013 by i9 Sports, Riverview, Fla., a youth-sports league franchiser, said they or their children had been excluded socially because the kids weren't as good as other players.
Many parents get angry because they think their children are being treated unfairly or carelessly by officials, coaches or other players, according to another study led by Mr. Omli, a survey of 773 parents published in 2012 in the Journal of Applied Sport Psychology.
Others erupt with unresolved frustration or anger over their own childhood sports experiences, says Luis Fernando Llosa, co-author of "Beyond Winning," a 2013 book on improving the experience of youth sports. A man who hated the pressure he faced as a child from a hypercompetitive father might unwittingly pressure his son in the same ways, because that is the behavior he knows. Mr. Llosa advises parents to recall their own "sports biographies" and think about what parts are worth passing on.
Parents can stay productively occupied on the sidelines by watching the game closely and making mental notes on signs that their child or the team is improving, Mr. Llosa says. Notice even subtle successes, such as getting up quickly after a fall to help defend the goal, he says. This "mental highlight reel" can provide fodder for conversations later. Coaches also recommend doing progressive muscle-relaxation exercises on the sidelines or counting backward from 100.
The quality of coaching is a hot button. More than 80% of 1,511 parents surveyed last year by ESPN and Aspen Institute Project Play, a research and advocacy group, worry about the competence or behavior of their children's coaches.
Parents who react by coaching from the sidelines only confuse their children. Longtime coach John Engh tried to teach a 6-year-old boy to stop hitting the baseball toward left field by telling him: "Don't think of anything else while you're swinging but stepping toward the pitcher," says Mr. Engh, chief operating officer of the National Alliance for Youth Sports, a West Palm Beach, Fla., nonprofit that trains more than 100,000 coaches a year. When the child came to bat, however, his father yelled from the stands: "Keep your eye on the ball." The boy forgot everything Mr. Engh said, and hit to left again.
Frustrations over whether a coach is giving your child enough playing time are common. Parents should look for a program that matches their philosophy. Some promise ample or equal playing time for all. Still, coaches sometimes bend the rules to win.
No matter how frustrated parents become, they should avoid criticizing a coach in front of their children. Longtime youth coach Edward Garcia was annoyed two years ago when two angry parents confronted him just as he got up from the bench after a middle-school basketball game, complaining that a player wasn't passing the ball enough to their daughter. Hurrying to complete his coaching duties, Mr. Garcia, of Henderson, Nev., deflected their anger by saying he was working on passing during practices.
Many programs ask parents to wait 24 hours after a game before complaining to a coach, to let emotions cool. This is often part of a pledge parents are asked to sign. Examples can be found at PCADevZone.org and nays.org/parents.
Tracy Kistemaker of Strongsville, Ohio, agonized when watching her 11-year-old son Dylan's basketball games two years ago. Dylan was trying hard, but he seldom got the ball, because the coach allowed four other players to dominate play.
Ms. Kistemaker knew her son was devastated, but she kept a positive expression on her face. "Children feed off your emotions," she says. She did deep-breathing exercises to stay relaxed. "Lamaze might be good for childbirth, but it's even better after you have your children," she says.
Sue Shellenbarger. "The Best Way to Cheer for Your Child." The Wallstreet Journal [New York] August 25, 2015.