. Okay, easier

Ted Lasso

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3. Don’t Be Afraid to Incorporate Ideas From Others

One of Lasso’s strengths -- arguably his only -- as a soccer strategist is his willingness to incorporate ideas others have without his ego or authority being threatened. Whether taking advice from Coach Beard, Roy Kent, or Nathan, or learning trick plays from his players, Lasso is always willing to listen to new ideas. This is particularly important for teachers who now need to constantly adapt to new technology and be willing to reach out to colleagues and students to learn about everything from new digital platforms to what kind of music students are listening to.

4. Positivity Isn’t a Miracle Cure

“Be positive” is Lasso’s motto but in season 2, he and other characters learn positivity alone isn’t always enough. The season frequently features darker themes and not-so-happy-go-lucky twists, much to the dismay of some viewers. And while we can debate the merits of the direction season 2 took from a dramatic perspective, it’s certainly true in life and in the classroom that just being positive can’t overcome all obstacles. No matter how hard we work and upbeat we are, we’ll encounter stumbling blocks, obstacles, and losses. Avoiding toxic positivity means not glossing over the struggles of students, colleagues, and ourselves. In other words, even if we choose to see the cup as half full, we have to acknowledge that sometimes it’s half full of tea.

5. Winning Isn’t Everything

Lasso cares more about the players on his team than he does about winning. And while that might not be the attitude you’d prefer the coach of your favorite sports team to have, there’s a lesson there for teachers. As educators, we’re rightly concerned with scores and how well students understand the subjects we’re teaching, but although assessment of student academic performance is important, the impact of a good class is about more than just the final score or grade, and education is not zero sum. Often as adults look back at their education, they don’t remember what an educator or mentor taught them about a specific subject, but they do remember the way that educator cared about them as a person, and got them excited for class, whatever that class was. Sometimes it really isn’t the final score that counts but how you played the game.

Bonus Lesson: Tea is Terrible

This vital lesson about “garbage water” is likely not part of your curriculum but it should be.

Does something from Ted Lasso resonate with you in the classroom? Let us know on social media or by emailing us (contact below).
<|endoftext|>Playing violin: A man is seen speaking to another holding a violin. The man speaking them walks out of frame.<|endoftext|>People are investing in Ethereum because it is an open ended decentralized computing platform. Also, smart contracts are enabled on the Ethereum blockchain. The Ethereum platform has a lot of potential for development and innovation. Investing in Ethereum can lead to big returns because the price has been steadily increasing. The cryptocurrency is also trending upward and people think that this trend will continue which will lead to large gains for investors. In this section, I will write about why investing in Ethereum is a good idea. Ethereum has been gaining traction for many reasons. It is a decentralized network that means it can’t be shut down by any one single entity. Ethereum also uses the concept of smart contracts which are self-executing contracts with the terms being directly written into lines of code.Furthermore, Ethereum’s blockchain is more advanced than Bitcoin’s because it offers a more efficient way to run applications on its network. This makes it more valuable in some ways because Ethereum can do things that Bitcoin cannot. read more

Read More<|endoftext|>Public Release:

Questioning the link between pollution by magnetite particles and Alzheimer's disease

A 2016 study* showed that exposure to urban pollution involving magnetite particles played a role in the development of Alzheimer's disease. It began from the hypothesis that magnetite particles would generate chemical reactions that could cause oxidative stress for neurons. CNRS researchers have now called this connection into question, showing that it is very unlikely that magnetite is involved in neuron degeneration. Their work was published in Angewandte Chemie International Edition on October 11, 2018.

Magnetite, which is one of the main iron ores, is very stable, even over the geological timescale. However, a scientific study that appeared in 2016 suggested that magnetite nanoparticles coming from atmospheric pollution could penetrate the brain by inhalation and, by binding to amyloid peptide**, cause the neuron degeneration responsible for Alzheimer's disease.

A 2007 study*** described that magnetite could generate harmful oxidation reactions. The 2016 article presenting magnetite penetration into the brain and its binding to amyloid stated that atmospheric pollution was therefore a probable cause of Alzheimer's disease.

Researchers from the CNRS Laboratoire de Chimie de Coordination reproduced the experiments under the same temperature and pH conditions as physiological conditions and have shown that magnetite cannot bind to amyloid peptide or cause oxidation reactions.

This result, which agrees with magnetite's very high stability, therefore leads us to think that magnetite is inert in vivo and that it is therefore very unlikely that it is involved in the neuron degeneration observed in Alzheimer's disease. This study must lead to careful rereading of the experimental work on the hazardous nature of magnetite in the human brain.

* B. Maher, I. A. M. Ahmed, V. Karloukovski, D. A. MacLaren, P. G. Foulds, D. Allsop, D. M. A. Mann, R. Torres-Jardón, L. Calderon-Garciduenas, Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. USA 2016, 113, 10797-10801.

** Amyloid peptides are small proteins located in the brain, often found in the form of plaques in patients with Alzheimer's disease. Amyloids can bind to metals normally present in the brain, particularly copper and iron, whose quantity and distribution are disturbed by Alzheimer's disease. The amyloid-metal complex can react with oxygen in the presence of reducers and generate reduced oxygen species (free radicals) that are toxic for neurons.

*** L. Gao, J. Zhuang, L. Nie, J. Zhang, Y. Zhang, N. Gu, T. Wang, J. Feng, D. Yang, S. Perrett, X. Yan, Nat. Nanotechnol. 2007, 2, 577-583.
<|endoftext|>June 23, 2007

Critics of 'The Secret' Bemoan Claims

I just came across an interesting news story on how critics of The Secret are countering counter arguments about what makers of the movie are saying about the Law of Attraction.

Critics say The Secret is over simplified and could be harmful to people with serious problems who take the advice given in the movie too literally about not having to take any or much action.

John Norcross, a psychologist and professor at the University of Scranton in Pennsylvania agrues, "'The Secret' has earned my antipathy for its outrageous, unproven assertions that I believe go beyond the ordinary overpromises of most self-help books into a danger realm."

Rhonda Byrne, maker of The Secret says, "The law of attraction says that like attracts like, and when you think and feel what you want to attract on the inside, the law will use people, circumstances and events to magnetize what you want to you, and magnetize you to it..."

In my mind, they are both right. I take the road that James Ray took on the issue saying, "You can watch 'The Secret' and come away with the illusion that you can sit around in your living room and visualize your millions dumping into your lap, and that's just not going to happen."

While visualization is a very useful and helpful way of getting what you want it is not the only thing required to get what you want. Some degree of action is required on your part because than the universe will respond accordingly to your taking action and put people, events and resources in front of you to use.

I'll make a post that explains why taking action is part of The Secret (or at least my secret) next time.

June 13, 2007

Plenty of Fish

Apologies to those who have been keeping up with this blog. I took an unexpected vacation for about a month. Work was very busy in May and lots of action was being taken. So now I'm back today with a post about love.

Yes, you read that right, love. The Secret and the Law of Attraction apply to every aspect of your life.

Now, I'm not Doctor Ruth or the CEO of match.com but I know a thing or two about that emotion and the unexplainable feeling we get in our heart when we see someone who gives off that certain "vibe".

And that is one of the principles of love, giving off energy. Your energy attracts other potential mates to you who are like you. Like attracts like.

Though, this energy can be given off in other ways to, in terms of negative energy. When you see someone who is very beautiful or handsome walk into your life and you are single you may think that man or woman is completely out of your league.

Get rid of that thought right now. Your love life depends on your outlook on love. You can have anyone you desire as long as you change your thinking.

That negative thought gives

 students can have. Once we get students curious about learning, the rest is easy. Okay, easier

Ted Lasso

(Image credit: Apple TV + )

3. Don’t Be Afraid to Incorporate Ideas From Others

One of Lasso’s strengths -- arguably his only -- as a soccer strategist is his willingness to incorporate ideas others have without his ego or authority being threatened. Whether taking advice from Coach Beard, Roy Kent, or Nathan, or learning trick plays from his players, Lasso is always willing to listen to new ideas. This is particularly important for teachers who now need to constantly adapt to new technology and be willing to reach out to colleagues and students to learn about everything from new digital platforms to what kind of music students are listening to.

4. Positivity Isn’t a Miracle Cure

“Be positive” is Lasso’s motto but in season 2, he and other characters learn positivity alone isn’t always enough. The season frequently features darker themes and not-so-happy-go-lucky twists, much to the dismay of some viewers. And while we can debate the merits of the direction season 2 took from a dramatic perspective, it’s certainly true in life and in the classroom that just being positive can’t overcome all obstacles. No matter how hard we work and upbeat we are, we’ll encounter stumbling blocks, obstacles, and losses. Avoiding toxic positivity means not glossing over the struggles of students, colleagues, and ourselves. In other words, even if we choose to see the cup as half full, we have to acknowledge that sometimes it’s half full of tea.

5. Winning Isn’t Everything

Lasso cares more about the players on his team than he does about winning. And while that might not be the attitude you’d prefer the coach of your favorite sports team to have, there’s a lesson there for teachers. As educators, we’re rightly concerned with scores and how well students understand the subjects we’re teaching, but although assessment of student academic performance is important, the impact of a good class is about more than just the final score or grade, and education is not zero sum. Often as adults look back at their education, they don’t remember what an educator or mentor taught them about a specific subject, but they do remember the way that educator cared about them as a person, and got them excited for class, whatever that class was. Sometimes it really isn’t the final score that counts but how you played the game.

Bonus Lesson: Tea is Terrible

This vital lesson about “garbage water” is likely not part of your curriculum but it should be.

Does something from Ted Lasso resonate with you in the classroom? Let us know on social media or by emailing us (contact below).
<|endoftext|>People are investing in Ethereum because it is an open ended decentralized computing platform. Also, smart contracts are enabled on the Ethereum blockchain. The Ethereum platform has a lot of potential for development and innovation. Investing in Ethereum can lead to big returns because the price has been steadily increasing. The cryptocurrency is also trending upward and people think that this trend will continue which will lead to large gains for investors. In this section, I will write about why investing in Ethereum is a good idea. Ethereum has been gaining traction for many reasons. It is a decentralized network that means it can’t be shut down by any one single entity. Ethereum also uses the concept of smart contracts which are self-executing contracts with the terms being directly written into lines of code.Furthermore, Ethereum’s blockchain is more advanced than Bitcoin’s because it offers a more efficient way to run applications on its network. This makes it more valuable in some ways because Ethereum can do things that Bitcoin cannot. read more

Read More<|endoftext|>Public Release:

Questioning the link between pollution by magnetite particles and Alzheimer's disease

A 2016 study* showed that exposure to urban pollution involving magnetite particles played a role in the development of Alzheimer's disease. It began from the hypothesis that magnetite particles would generate chemical reactions that could cause oxidative stress for neurons. CNRS researchers have now called this connection into question, showing that it is very unlikely that magnetite is involved in neuron degeneration. Their work was published in Angewandte Chemie International Edition on October 11, 2018.

Magnetite, which is one of the main iron ores, is very stable, even over the geological timescale. However, a scientific study that appeared in 2016 suggested that magnetite nanoparticles coming from atmospheric pollution could penetrate the brain by inhalation and, by binding to amyloid peptide**, cause the neuron degeneration responsible for Alzheimer's disease.

A 2007 study*** described that magnetite could generate harmful oxidation reactions. The 2016 article presenting magnetite penetration into the brain and its binding to amyloid stated that atmospheric pollution was therefore a probable cause of Alzheimer's disease.

Researchers from the CNRS Laboratoire de Chimie de Coordination reproduced the experiments under the same temperature and pH conditions as physiological conditions and have shown that magnetite cannot bind to amyloid peptide or cause oxidation reactions.

This result, which agrees with magnetite's very high stability, therefore leads us to think that magnetite is inert in vivo and that it is therefore very unlikely that it is involved in the neuron degeneration observed in Alzheimer's disease. This study must lead to careful rereading of the experimental work on the hazardous nature of magnetite in the human brain.

* B. Maher, I. A. M. Ahmed, V. Karloukovski, D. A. MacLaren, P. G. Foulds, D. Allsop, D. M. A. Mann, R. Torres-Jardón, L. Calderon-Garciduenas, Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. USA 2016, 113, 10797-10801.

** Amyloid peptides are small proteins located in the brain, often found in the form of plaques in patients with Alzheimer's disease. Amyloids can bind to metals normally present in the brain, particularly copper and iron, whose quantity and distribution are disturbed by Alzheimer's disease. The amyloid-metal complex can react with oxygen in the presence of reducers and generate reduced oxygen species (free radicals) that are toxic for neurons.

*** L. Gao, J. Zhuang, L. Nie, J. Zhang, Y. Zhang, N. Gu, T. Wang, J. Feng, D. Yang, S. Perrett, X. Yan, Nat. Nanotechnol. 2007, 2, 577-583.
<|endoftext|>June 23, 2007

Critics of 'The Secret' Bemoan Claims

I just came across an interesting news story on how critics of The Secret are countering counter arguments about what makers of the movie are saying about the Law of Attraction.

Critics say The Secret is over simplified and could be harmful to people with serious problems who take the advice given in the movie too literally about not having to take any or much action.

John Norcross, a psychologist and professor at the University of Scranton in Pennsylvania agrues, "'The Secret' has earned my antipathy for its outrageous, unproven assertions that I believe go beyond the ordinary overpromises of most self-help books into a danger realm."

Rhonda Byrne, maker of The Secret says, "The law of attraction says that like attracts like, and when you think and feel what you want to attract on the inside, the law will use people, circumstances and events to magnetize what you want to you, and magnetize you to it..."

In my mind, they are both right. I take the road that James Ray took on the issue saying, "You can watch 'The Secret' and come away with the illusion that you can sit around in your living room and visualize your millions dumping into your lap, and that's just not going to happen."

While visualization is a very useful and helpful way of getting what you want it is not the only thing required to get what you want. Some degree of action is required on your part because than the universe will respond accordingly to your taking action and put people, events and resources in front of you to use.

I'll make a post that explains why taking action is part of The Secret (or at least my secret) next time.

June 13, 2007

Plenty of Fish

Apologies to those who have been keeping up with this blog. I took an unexpected vacation for about a month. Work was very busy in May and lots of action was being taken. So now I'm back today with a post about love.

Yes, you read that right, love. The Secret and the Law of Attraction apply to every aspect of your life.

Now, I'm not Doctor Ruth or the CEO of match.com but I know a thing or two about that emotion and the unexplainable feeling we get in our heart when we see someone who gives off that certain "vibe".

And that is one of the principles of love, giving off energy. Your energy attracts other potential mates to you who are like you. Like attracts like.

Though, this energy can be given off in other ways to, in terms of negative energy. When you see someone who is very beautiful or handsome walk into your life and you are single you may think that man or woman is completely out of your league.

Get rid of that thought right now. Your love life depends on your outlook on love. You can have anyone you desire as long as you change your thinking.

That negative thought gives off negative energy or "vibes


Health: How to prevent nail fungus. Wash your hands and feet regularly. Washing your hands and feet regularly with warm water and soap (including washing your feet at least once a day when you have a shower) helps to keep them clean. This, in turn, minimizes the chance that a fungal infection will grow on your nails. Make sure that you wash between your fingers and toes, as well as over the nails themselves. Regular and thorough washing is one of the best things you can do for prevention.<|endoftext|>Where’s the rest of the ruttin’ gold? Zoe says this is all we get.” His hand had begun to bleed through the bandage Tom had wrapped it with, and Mal was sure that it hurt Jayne more’n a little, though the giant mercenary would never admit it openly.

“That’s all we are gettin’, double-crossin’ bu huihen de pofu. Let’s move before we get away with even less than we got, or don’t get away at all.”

Jayne hadn’t noticed Mal’s limp until he started walking toward the door to the little ship. As he opened his mouth to ask, the engines roared to life, causing Mal to quicken his pace. Once he was inside with the outer door shut, he felt the ship lift off of the ground, the unsteady tilt almost taking his feet out from under him as he and Jayne both stumbled to keep their balance.

“Gorramit woman, can’t you keep this thing level?” Jayne yelled, leaning against the back wall as the ship began to accelerate.

“Do you wanna try flyin’ this thing, or are you going to just keep making noise? Next time, maybe I’ll open the back doors before accelerating.”

“Bizui! We aren’t in the clear yet. According to Wash, there is another ship headed this way, and there are still the other four patrol boats out there. We need to head toward that base until we pass the approaching ship, gotta look like we are taking wounded troops back to base.” Mal limped forward to the cockpit, reaching for the control that would turn on the scanner and give him access to the 2-6-2.

“Mal, what happened to you? Yer walkin’ like someone stuck a lead pipe up your...”

“That’s enough. I got shot, that’s all. Crazy woman shot me in my ass.”

Trying her best to conceal her smile, Zoe asked, “Is it bad, sir?”

“Is it bad? I got shot in the ass!” Mal smiled, picturing Simon’s response. “Prissy doc’s gonna have a fit when I tell him where he has to take the bullet out.”

Jayne, who had been laughing aloud since Mal mentioned the wound, calmed himself slightly, moved to the front of the ship to talk to the other two. “So, how much’re we gettin’ paid for all our troubles?” He gestured to the large bag full of gold bars. “If’n that’s all ours, I am gonna be one ruttin’ happy man.”

“You might not get to be a ruttin’ happy man,” Mal winced as the pain in his rear reminded him that it was still there, “But you still might be a happy one. Half of that is ours, which makes your ten percent equal to two and a half of those gold bars. If that don’t make you at least a mite happy, I am sure I can find other uses for it.” Mal shot the larger man a smile, knowing that the payment would definitely make his disposition a bit brighter.

“Hell yeah that makes me happy, Mal,” Jayne exclaimed excitedly, the prospect of such a payday helping him to ignore the pain in his left hand. “We gonna go somewhere decent where we can spend some of it?” Jayne opened the zipper of the bag slightly, pulling out one of the heavy metal bars. He held it up in front of his eyes almost reverently, weighing the heft of the solid block in his uninjured hand. “Yeah Mal, this’ll do.”

“Glad to hear it. Zoe, keep us at a constant speed until we are within range of the oncoming ship, and listen up for them to hail us. I’ll talk to him when he calls. Jayne, you make ready in case he is less than convinced by storytelling.”

Zoe rolled her eyes as Jayne attempted and failed to hold in a laugh. Mal turned to the viewscreen, a determined look on his face. He punched in the commands to access the 2-6-2, getting right through on his first attempt.

“Still no sign of them Lieutenant, we don’t know where they could have gone.”

“You guys split up, and I will split with Wedge. I need to meet the Commander, as it seems the others managed to capture the target, and he needs me there. Carry on with the search until you find those Browncoat scum, and bring them to me. Alternatively, you can just kill them, avoid the paperwork and labor from having to process them. Over.”

“That voice was the voice of Lieutenant Alec Graham, former Sergeant of the Browncoat army, now apparently a Lieutenant for the Alliance. I’ll bet you my share of that gold that the Commander he is talking about is Ryan Harley.”

Mal looked up from the screen just in time to see the small blue ship appear on the horizon in front of them.

- - -

Amos lifted the heavy bag onto his left shoulder, his large gun still clenched tightly in his right. Claire and Tom had already moved toward the exit with Anya ambling along behind them, still a little shaken up from the attack. When they were fifteen yards away from the door, they could hear multiple gunshots outside, and by the time they reached the door, the sound of the other ship’s engines filled their ears, gradually lessening as the other craft flew away. Amos could hear Claire’s cursing from outside the cargo bay.

“Ben tiansheng de yi dui rou! Wangbadan de biaozi! He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo! Why the hell didn’t I kill him?”

“Claire, what’s wrong?” Tom asked her, keeping his distance so he didn’t become a target for the physical eruption of her rage.

“Oh, I should have learned the first time not to ever underestimate Mal. I should have either shot him dead on the spot, or at the very least covered him until he got into the ship. Now we have to fly the Firefly, he disabled the other Alliance boat.”

Tom, sensing the urgency in her voice, headed back inside, filling Amos in before heading immediately up to the bridge, Claire following closely behind. Amos slung his gun over his shoulder, hit the button to close the airlock doors, then returned to Anya’s side to help her get to the engine room.

Once on the bridge, Claire began the powerup sequence, strings of unintelligible curses flowing freely from her as she thought of all sorts of horrible things to do to Malcolm Reynolds.

- - -

“2-7-3-Echo-Tango, what’s your destination? Jerry, where’re you going?”

The voice was crisp and clear as it emanated from the comm. on the main console, startling Mal slightly. He quickly turned and grabbed the device, calming his mind to keep his voice steady for the forthcoming storytelling.

“Sir, some of our men are more wounded than we previously thought, and need more immediate medical attention. We left the able-bodied there with the target. She’s a fiery one, ya know?”

“Yes, I am more than aware of her fervor. After you get the wounded settled, prepare your report for me. Over.”

The small blue ship that had been approaching them flew past a moment later, and Mal had to agree with Wash’s assessment that it was one of the fastest he had ever seen.

Replacing the comm. on the console, Mal poked the tiny activator button on the transceiver in his ear. “Wash, we’re clear.” He looked at a terrain map on a side viewscreen. “About forty klicks south of us is a decent canyon where we can meet up, leave this ruttin’ ship and get off of this gorram rock. Coordinates are nine point seventeen point six by eleven point twenty-four point one.”

“We’ll see you there Mal. Do I need to tell Simon to get the infirmary ready?”

Grinning to himself at what the doctor’s reaction would be when he saw the wound, Mal responded, “Yeah, me and Jayne might need a little patching up.”

- - -

Claire continued to curse as the Firefly’s thrusters struggled to power up. Tom watched helplessly, his frustration growing as hers did.

“Anya, is there anything you can do to make this pile of goushi warm up any faster?”

“It should only take a minute more Claire. I am doing all that I can.

The silent moments stretched on to an eternity as Claire watched the indicators that would tell her when the engines were ready. Finally, the LED blinked green and her hands were instantly

Where’s the rest of the ruttin’ gold? Zoe says this is all we get.” His hand had begun to bleed through the bandage Tom had wrapped it with, and Mal was sure that it hurt Jayne more’n a little, though the giant mercenary would never admit it openly.

“That’s all we are gettin’, double-crossin’ bu huihen de pofu. Let’s move before we get away with even less than we got, or don’t get away at all.”

Jayne hadn’t noticed Mal’s limp until he started walking toward the door to the little ship. As he opened his mouth to ask, the engines roared to life, causing Mal to quicken his pace. Once he was inside with the outer door shut, he felt the ship lift off of the ground, the unsteady tilt almost taking his feet out from under him as he and Jayne both stumbled to keep their balance.

“Gorramit woman, can’t you keep this thing level?” Jayne yelled, leaning against the back wall as the ship began to accelerate.

“Do you wanna try flyin’ this thing, or are you going to just keep making noise? Next time, maybe I’ll open the back doors before accelerating.”

“Bizui! We aren’t in the clear yet. According to Wash, there is another ship headed this way, and there are still the other four patrol boats out there. We need to head toward that base until we pass the approaching ship, gotta look like we are taking wounded troops back to base.” Mal limped forward to the cockpit, reaching for the control that would turn on the scanner and give him access to the 2-6-2.

“Mal, what happened to you? Yer walkin’ like someone stuck a lead pipe up your...”

“That’s enough. I got shot, that’s all. Crazy woman shot me in my ass.”

Trying her best to conceal her smile, Zoe asked, “Is it bad, sir?”

“Is it bad? I got shot in the ass!” Mal smiled, picturing Simon’s response. “Prissy doc’s gonna have a fit when I tell him where he has to take the bullet out.”

Jayne, who had been laughing aloud since Mal mentioned the wound, calmed himself slightly, moved to the front of the ship to talk to the other two. “So, how much’re we gettin’ paid for all our troubles?” He gestured to the large bag full of gold bars. “If’n that’s all ours, I am gonna be one ruttin’ happy man.”

“You might not get to be a ruttin’ happy man,” Mal winced as the pain in his rear reminded him that it was still there, “But you still might be a happy one. Half of that is ours, which makes your ten percent equal to two and a half of those gold bars. If that don’t make you at least a mite happy, I am sure I can find other uses for it.” Mal shot the larger man a smile, knowing that the payment would definitely make his disposition a bit brighter.

“Hell yeah that makes me happy, Mal,” Jayne exclaimed excitedly, the prospect of such a payday helping him to ignore the pain in his left hand. “We gonna go somewhere decent where we can spend some of it?” Jayne opened the zipper of the bag slightly, pulling out one of the heavy metal bars. He held it up in front of his eyes almost reverently, weighing the heft of the solid block in his uninjured hand. “Yeah Mal, this’ll do.”

“Glad to hear it. Zoe, keep us at a constant speed until we are within range of the oncoming ship, and listen up for them to hail us. I’ll talk to him when he calls. Jayne, you make ready in case he is less than convinced by storytelling.”

Zoe rolled her eyes as Jayne attempted and failed to hold in a laugh. Mal turned to the viewscreen, a determined look on his face. He punched in the commands to access the 2-6-2, getting right through on his first attempt.

“Still no sign of them Lieutenant, we don’t know where they could have gone.”

“You guys split up, and I will split with Wedge. I need to meet the Commander, as it seems the others managed to capture the target, and he needs me there. Carry on with the search until you find those Browncoat scum, and bring them to me. Alternatively, you can just kill them, avoid the paperwork and labor from having to process them. Over.”

“That voice was the voice of Lieutenant Alec Graham, former Sergeant of the Browncoat army, now apparently a Lieutenant for the Alliance. I’ll bet you my share of that gold that the Commander he is talking about is Ryan Harley.”

Mal looked up from the screen just in time to see the small blue ship appear on the horizon in front of them.

- - -

Amos lifted the heavy bag onto his left shoulder, his large gun still clenched tightly in his right. Claire and Tom had already moved toward the exit with Anya ambling along behind them, still a little shaken up from the attack. When they were fifteen yards away from the door, they could hear multiple gunshots outside, and by the time they reached the door, the sound of the other ship’s engines filled their ears, gradually lessening as the other craft flew away. Amos could hear Claire’s cursing from outside the cargo bay.

“Ben tiansheng de yi dui rou! Wangbadan de biaozi! He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo! Why the hell didn’t I kill him?”

“Claire, what’s wrong?” Tom asked her, keeping his distance so he didn’t become a target for the physical eruption of her rage.

“Oh, I should have learned the first time not to ever underestimate Mal. I should have either shot him dead on the spot, or at the very least covered him until he got into the ship. Now we have to fly the Firefly, he disabled the other Alliance boat.”

Tom, sensing the urgency in her voice, headed back inside, filling Amos in before heading immediately up to the bridge, Claire following closely behind. Amos slung his gun over his shoulder, hit the button to close the airlock doors, then returned to Anya’s side to help her get to the engine room.

Once on the bridge, Claire began the powerup sequence, strings of unintelligible curses flowing freely from her as she thought of all sorts of horrible things to do to Malcolm Reynolds.

- - -

“2-7-3-Echo-Tango, what’s your destination? Jerry, where’re you going?”

The voice was crisp and clear as it emanated from the comm. on the main console, startling Mal slightly. He quickly turned and grabbed the device, calming his mind to keep his voice steady for the forthcoming storytelling.

“Sir, some of our men are more wounded than we previously thought, and need more immediate medical attention. We left the able-bodied there with the target. She’s a fiery one, ya know?”

“Yes, I am more than aware of her fervor. After you get the wounded settled, prepare your report for me. Over.”

The small blue ship that had been approaching them flew past a moment later, and Mal had to agree with Wash’s assessment that it was one of the fastest he had ever seen.

Replacing the comm. on the console, Mal poked the tiny activator button on the transceiver in his ear. “Wash, we’re clear.” He looked at a terrain map on a side viewscreen. “About forty klicks south of us is a decent canyon where we can meet up, leave this ruttin’ ship and get off of this gorram rock. Coordinates are nine point seventeen point six by eleven point twenty-four point one.”

“We’ll see you there Mal. Do I need to tell Simon to get the infirmary ready?”

Grinning to himself at what the doctor’s reaction would be when he saw the wound, Mal responded, “Yeah, me and Jayne might need a little patching up.”

- - -

Claire continued to curse as the Firefly’s thrusters struggled to power up. Tom watched helplessly, his frustration growing as hers did.

“Anya, is there anything you can do to make this pile of goushi warm up any faster?”

“It should only take a minute more Claire. I am doing all that I can.

The silent moments stretched on to an eternity as Claire watched the indicators that would tell her when the engines were ready. Finally, the LED blinked green and her hands were instantly on the controls. She pulled them toward herself, feeling the ship rise a few meters, then a sudden impact as the ship dropped back to the ground. Looking out the front windows, she could see the green glow of an electromagnetic net. She stood, instinctively reaching for her gun as she realized that it was a futile reaction. The doors slammed shut as the magnetic field began to lock the ship down, a look of abject terror spreading across Claire’s face.

- - -

Z


Personal Care and Style: How to dress in knee length skirts. Pick a length that flatters your height. Not everyone has the same body type, and there are some ways you can make a knee-length skirt look better for yours. Short women or girls look really good in knee-length skirts that fall right below the knees. It's not true that short women can't wear knee-length skirts. If you're very tall, you will look great in a skirt that falls right at the mid-calf point.<|endoftext|> what not to watch.
The hard cold fact is that ever since retiring and moving out to the bush some twelve years ago and not having much contact with the outside world short of the internet I have not missed the M.S.M one wit. Thank goodness for wind power and a Sat link as there are NO land lines here.Whoo Hooo.
I think the point that I'm trying to make is what ever happened to reading just for the sake of entertainment if nothing else? Call me old fashioned, but short of sailing and walking in the bush and listening to the real world, there is nothing I like better than to put on a raging fire, some good tunes and then to sit down with a book, a bottle of wine and My dogs at my side. But I digress.
One question with all of these Jewish so called magicians ie. Houdini Copperfield ,Blackstone et c. etc. etc. why don't they just say the magic words and make themselves all Disappear? What a concept huh?
By the By thanks for dropping by the Nest, it's just a small corner of a small planet but I like it just fine.

Anonymous said...

Himilaya was not that good. Looked like Documentary more than a movie. The music was great though.

Do a review of a great movie like Lord of the Rings or Bourne Supremacy.

nobody said...

Hey kikz,

Some films are so offensive that I won't even watch them. Like Borat.

I was sitting in with my Lebanese relatives and in a discussion about Borat, there were two lines of thought. One was that he was brilliant and took the piss out of Americans, and then there was the camp that I led which was that he's a very clever faux-opposition who actually reinforces all the 'neocon' racist precepts. Borat along with Ali G, are designed to make us think that Muslims are stupid and worthy of our racist contempt.

Hey, Sasha Baron Cohen! Go fuck yourself! And I got Zohan pegged likewise.

silverfish - I am so envious mate. I spent a couple of years without TV and gee it was great. I was so much happier then. The present consists of me looking after my father who has cancer. The future will be different. Sure enough.

And anon - It seems you do not get what I am on about here. Perhaps I should review LOTR. I don't know that you'll like the result though, ha ha.

Anonymous said...

Its me again,(guy who requested LOTR)
I like your movie reviews a lot to the point I watch some of the film to see if your analysis is correct.

Your writing style is new to me. They do not teach that in USA. Education system sucks.(done on purpose so "The Chosen Ones" can control dumbed down population)

nobody said...

Hey matey,

Yup. Same everywhere. Actually, truth be known, I had a good education thanks to the roman catholic church. It was so good I decided the church was bullshit and quit. Those fools! There's no future in that!

Thanks for reminding me about LOTR. I've been tossing around wondering what I should do next. And of course, always trying to avoid repeating myself. With Hollywood that's difficult. And Hollywood comprises 99% of what we watch. Anyway I came up with an angle for LOTR.

Don't forget Hollywood educates you. It instills a mindset that ensures that when you do come across a simple movie, the kind of movie that brings us closer to real humanity, like Himalaya, we dismiss it as crap. Can you dig it?

Anyway LOTR shortly. I still don't think you're going to like it though, ha ha!<|endoftext|>Choices is a six part contemporary comedy drama series set in the world of mental health education. The story follows a young, recently unemployed Irish immigrant as he returns to college to study psychotherapy. Choices takes a comedic look at mental health training, and at a generation reluctantly returning to education at a time of economic crisis. The programme’s title refers to the theme of choice, both as an aspect of drama, and as a route to change in mental health. The show’s themes include the possibility of controlling our own lives, the line between normalcy and mental health issues, and whether happiness is possible and at what cost. Choices questions the idea of agency as a dramatic conceit, and the role of choices in shaping our lives – at a time when the world can seem to make them for us.

Ainesh Sharma has never made a decision in his life. An under confident, over intellectual Indian-Irish twenty something, Ainesh has always been a victim of circumstance. Ainesh is the kind of young man who’d rather find solace in a steady job, or escape his worries through his love of cinema, than take a risk to change his life. Now, sacked from his safe factory job and forced out of home by his disappointed parents, Ainesh must attend an adult education psychotherapy course. ‘Choosing Therapy’ teaches that we each make our own destiny, and that everything that happens is our fault. Ainesh must survive his oddball lecturers, and his strangely intimate new housemates, and learn whether there really is such a thing as choice, and if so, how he can choose to escape his certain fate.

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By Kevin Michaluk on 23 Nov 2012 01:32 am EST

It's late. For whatever reason, I'm too excited to go to sleep. BlackBerry 10 is only 68 days away and there's just **so much** going on these days in our Mobile Nations world that I'm having trouble walking away from my desk and putting my computers, tablets and phones down.

But I was just cruising the CrackBerry forums, and came across this thread that was just posted by member rhimself who suggested he'd eat three raw onions for a BlackBerry 10 phone (I guess my onion eating to grow a moustache escapade inspired him).

This of course got me thinking back to our epic What You Do For a BlackBerry Storm Contest? of 2008 which attracted so many insane and awesome entries, my favorite of course being the Pudding Wrestling in Time Square entry which you can view above. If you have never watched this one before, you need to NAO!

In 2008 there was definitely a lot of excitement in the community leading up to the launch of the Storm. Fast forward to 2012, and I'm definitely feeling that community excitement again as BlackBerry 10 approaches. I can't help but wonder what kind of entries we'd see if we did up a What Would You Do for BlackBerry 10? contest. I know this time around I'd definitely participate (even if I can't win.. lol).

So what would you do for BlackBerry 10? Drop a comment and let us know...if I see any ideas that top pudding wrestling in Time Square, we'll get this contest launched and running ASAP. We have 68 days to kill. Might as well have some fun doing it. ;)

Ah ah what can i do ?
I don't know. Eating oignon i can do that.
Doing some catch in Paris, Under the Eiffel Tower, why not :)

But actually i'm not a crazy person. But i'm definitely looking forward BB10 devices.

I hope BB10 will be a success !
I live in Paris, France and i saw less and less blackberries in the metro while i was seeing quite a lot of BlackBerry curve juste a year before.

I used to have a bold 9000 then a Torch 9800 but i sold both and got a HTC ONE X instead. If RIM make things right maybe i will come back to their side.

If you release these apps i will get a BlackBerry BB10 on Day One :

Instagram / LastFM radio or scrobbler / a good spotify / deezer player / draw something / angry birds / SONG POP / ...

I miss my BlackBerry keyboard and user interface.
I'm not missing the internet browser at all though.

I'd smash my iPhone live on camera for a blackberry 10 device. I'd drop kick a random person for a blackberry 10 device. I'd make my brother (unknowwilling drink a dog shit smoothie for a blackberry 10 device lol. And get em all on camera too

I'll do the cinnamon challenge. #TEAMBLACKBERRY

Kevin, you don't want to even know the things I would do.

If those girls didn't win, I have lost faith in this site.
That bum

 what not to watch.
The hard cold fact is that ever since retiring and moving out to the bush some twelve years ago and not having much contact with the outside world short of the internet I have not missed the M.S.M one wit. Thank goodness for wind power and a Sat link as there are NO land lines here.Whoo Hooo.
I think the point that I'm trying to make is what ever happened to reading just for the sake of entertainment if nothing else? Call me old fashioned, but short of sailing and walking in the bush and listening to the real world, there is nothing I like better than to put on a raging fire, some good tunes and then to sit down with a book, a bottle of wine and My dogs at my side. But I digress.
One question with all of these Jewish so called magicians ie. Houdini Copperfield ,Blackstone et c. etc. etc. why don't they just say the magic words and make themselves all Disappear? What a concept huh?
By the By thanks for dropping by the Nest, it's just a small corner of a small planet but I like it just fine.

Anonymous said...

Himilaya was not that good. Looked like Documentary more than a movie. The music was great though.

Do a review of a great movie like Lord of the Rings or Bourne Supremacy.

nobody said...

Hey kikz,

Some films are so offensive that I won't even watch them. Like Borat.

I was sitting in with my Lebanese relatives and in a discussion about Borat, there were two lines of thought. One was that he was brilliant and took the piss out of Americans, and then there was the camp that I led which was that he's a very clever faux-opposition who actually reinforces all the 'neocon' racist precepts. Borat along with Ali G, are designed to make us think that Muslims are stupid and worthy of our racist contempt.

Hey, Sasha Baron Cohen! Go fuck yourself! And I got Zohan pegged likewise.

silverfish - I am so envious mate. I spent a couple of years without TV and gee it was great. I was so much happier then. The present consists of me looking after my father who has cancer. The future will be different. Sure enough.

And anon - It seems you do not get what I am on about here. Perhaps I should review LOTR. I don't know that you'll like the result though, ha ha.

Anonymous said...

Its me again,(guy who requested LOTR)
I like your movie reviews a lot to the point I watch some of the film to see if your analysis is correct.

Your writing style is new to me. They do not teach that in USA. Education system sucks.(done on purpose so "The Chosen Ones" can control dumbed down population)

nobody said...

Hey matey,

Yup. Same everywhere. Actually, truth be known, I had a good education thanks to the roman catholic church. It was so good I decided the church was bullshit and quit. Those fools! There's no future in that!

Thanks for reminding me about LOTR. I've been tossing around wondering what I should do next. And of course, always trying to avoid repeating myself. With Hollywood that's difficult. And Hollywood comprises 99% of what we watch. Anyway I came up with an angle for LOTR.

Don't forget Hollywood educates you. It instills a mindset that ensures that when you do come across a simple movie, the kind of movie that brings us closer to real humanity, like Himalaya, we dismiss it as crap. Can you dig it?

Anyway LOTR shortly. I still don't think you're going to like it though, ha ha!<|endoftext|>Choices is a six part contemporary comedy drama series set in the world of mental health education. The story follows a young, recently unemployed Irish immigrant as he returns to college to study psychotherapy. Choices takes a comedic look at mental health training, and at a generation reluctantly returning to education at a time of economic crisis. The programme’s title refers to the theme of choice, both as an aspect of drama, and as a route to change in mental health. The show’s themes include the possibility of controlling our own lives, the line between normalcy and mental health issues, and whether happiness is possible and at what cost. Choices questions the idea of agency as a dramatic conceit, and the role of choices in shaping our lives – at a time when the world can seem to make them for us.

Ainesh Sharma has never made a decision in his life. An under confident, over intellectual Indian-Irish twenty something, Ainesh has always been a victim of circumstance. Ainesh is the kind of young man who’d rather find solace in a steady job, or escape his worries through his love of cinema, than take a risk to change his life. Now, sacked from his safe factory job and forced out of home by his disappointed parents, Ainesh must attend an adult education psychotherapy course. ‘Choosing Therapy’ teaches that we each make our own destiny, and that everything that happens is our fault. Ainesh must survive his oddball lecturers, and his strangely intimate new housemates, and learn whether there really is such a thing as choice, and if so, how he can choose to escape his certain fate.

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By Kevin Michaluk on 23 Nov 2012 01:32 am EST

It's late. For whatever reason, I'm too excited to go to sleep. BlackBerry 10 is only 68 days away and there's just **so much** going on these days in our Mobile Nations world that I'm having trouble walking away from my desk and putting my computers, tablets and phones down.

But I was just cruising the CrackBerry forums, and came across this thread that was just posted by member rhimself who suggested he'd eat three raw onions for a BlackBerry 10 phone (I guess my onion eating to grow a moustache escapade inspired him).

This of course got me thinking back to our epic What You Do For a BlackBerry Storm Contest? of 2008 which attracted so many insane and awesome entries, my favorite of course being the Pudding Wrestling in Time Square entry which you can view above. If you have never watched this one before, you need to NAO!

In 2008 there was definitely a lot of excitement in the community leading up to the launch of the Storm. Fast forward to 2012, and I'm definitely feeling that community excitement again as BlackBerry 10 approaches. I can't help but wonder what kind of entries we'd see if we did up a What Would You Do for BlackBerry 10? contest. I know this time around I'd definitely participate (even if I can't win.. lol).

So what would you do for BlackBerry 10? Drop a comment and let us know...if I see any ideas that top pudding wrestling in Time Square, we'll get this contest launched and running ASAP. We have 68 days to kill. Might as well have some fun doing it. ;)

Ah ah what can i do ?
I don't know. Eating oignon i can do that.
Doing some catch in Paris, Under the Eiffel Tower, why not :)

But actually i'm not a crazy person. But i'm definitely looking forward BB10 devices.

I hope BB10 will be a success !
I live in Paris, France and i saw less and less blackberries in the metro while i was seeing quite a lot of BlackBerry curve juste a year before.

I used to have a bold 9000 then a Torch 9800 but i sold both and got a HTC ONE X instead. If RIM make things right maybe i will come back to their side.

If you release these apps i will get a BlackBerry BB10 on Day One :

Instagram / LastFM radio or scrobbler / a good spotify / deezer player / draw something / angry birds / SONG POP / ...

I miss my BlackBerry keyboard and user interface.
I'm not missing the internet browser at all though.

I'd smash my iPhone live on camera for a blackberry 10 device. I'd drop kick a random person for a blackberry 10 device. I'd make my brother (unknowwilling drink a dog shit smoothie for a blackberry 10 device lol. And get em all on camera too

I'll do the cinnamon challenge. #TEAMBLACKBERRY

Kevin, you don't want to even know the things I would do.

If those girls didn't win, I have lost faith in this site.
That bum... wow.

I just feel bad they did all that for the Storm :S.

Bring this contest back.

They didn't win. They lost by 2 votes. A guy that got a massive tattoo of a blackberry storm phone up his arm didn't win either.

I will shoot my 4s and send you what's left over I have always have bb I messed up and got a iPhone I still have my play book

You should shoot your 4S either way. LOL :)


Health: How to stimulate your pituitary gland. Talk with your doctor. If you suspect an issue with your pituitary gland, your doctor's office should be your first stop. You can go to see your primary care physician first or go directly to an endocrinologist, a doctor who specializes in the endocrine (hormone-producing) system. The doctor will likely start by measuring your gland output with a blood test. After the initial consultation, the doctor may suggest more in-depth diagnostic tests, such as a magnetic resonance imaging scan (mri).<|endoftext|>s time in the lodge  then rode to the top job as federal Opposition leader defeating Anthony  'Albo' Albanese and then became almost untouchable utilising the Rudd initiated leadership protections that make it much more difficult to do what Shorten has made an art form.

Today with plunging polls and a tidal wave of baggage from his days as the National Secretary of Bill Ludwig's mafia like AWU aka the  Australian Workers Union, it is all  starting to unravel.
While in that role Billy negotiated "deals" that gave the AWU war chest millions but didn't always turnout so good for his members and as recent revelations suggest created members who either did not know they were members or worse did not even exist but for the companies striving to prevent strikes crippling large projects, Bill Shorten  guaranteed industrial peace worth many more millions to company profits.
In one such case he actually negotiated lower conditions and pay for already low paid cleaners in his "negotiations"  that in reality were all about Bill Shorten's  political  ladder scramble funding.

Today Faifax Media who have along with the ABC been reluctant to the point of almost total silence as they have ignored the rising tide of damaging evidence coming out of the Coalition established Commission of Inquiry under the Hon Justice  Dyson Heydon  that was set up over the vehement protests of the ALP and as the waves get bigger the reasons for that are becoming more understandable,  revelations that have ended the Victorian senate whips employment for Shorten's successor Cesar Melham are no help either
Billy has dogpoop on his shoes and with Fairfax editorialising on such troubles he really is becoming an endangered species.

The ABC is still largely staunch but even their support is crumbling as a three part Documentary by Sarah Ferguson titled The Killing Season with a warts and all revelation that recounts much of the activities of what was originally "The Faceless Men" of the ALP back room  machinations but is now revealed in Technicolor as the Ides of March starring William Richard Shorten aka Bill aka Brutus.

With a third and final episode still to screen, the documentary has  harnessed the narcissistic personality of Rudd, the belief she can continue to rewrite history desires of Gillard and some extremely graphic contributions from senior staffers to justify their actions.
Ferguson's effort is lifting many veils from things the ALP will wish had remained well hidden but for Billy Brutus Shorton Brains it will make his upcoming surgery a certainty and his prognosis very poor.

Why Doesn't The UN Protest This?

instead of becoming more and more complicit in what is a massive tragic disaster for all humanity.

Bleeding hearts are having an orgy as it appears Australian border protection has paid money to the Captain and Crew of a leaky boat said to be heading for New Zealand with 65 queue jumping pseudo refugees on board to return to Indonesia.

Pure economics suggests that by spending even 10k to stop these queue jumpers who will happily condemn  poorer bastards in refugee camps to a longer wait is prudent when weighed against the millions that resettling that 65 along with the spawn, squeeze and other relations who will then have a legal right to follow,  will actually cost.

Of course treacherous pricks like Keith Locke, yep the same screwed up commy who still lauds Pol Pot, Joe Stalin and Mao as great leaders, whinges about what he sees as a paltry 750 a year that we already take from the pool of uneducated, unhealthy, souls bereft of any ability to contribute anything beyond sucking welfare from needy citizens that our benighted system continues to create more of  everyday.
Lets extrapolate that 750, and say 750 wives, average 8 sprogs, mum and dad the spouse's  mum and dad and before you can say Allah Akbar, conception pregnancy and another mosque, that so called paltry figure  is approaching 10 000.

However the serious fact ignored in all the rhetoric that accompanies this drum beating is,  if the melons and the softcocks socialists want to welcome boat people, they must first ignore a greater crime against humanity than merely turning a boat back to Indonesia from where they embarked the 65 who had the funds to purchase their new status as "boat people" is adding to the serious deprivation of human rights of the millions who live in squalor in UN Refugee camps.

A potential customer for a seat in a leaky boat must have means unless they are being inserted as part of a larger move by Islamists to get muslims into countries stupid enough to facilitate the destruction of the hard won way of life that seems to matter so little to idiot politicians.

Say one client  in Somalia, passage to Jakarta, $1500,
accommodation and living costs until a seat in the leaky boat is purchased, another $1000,
The seat purchased from the people trafficker currently estimated at over $5000,
Then as this whole dark art beyond the law activity will have little protection from even greater scumbag bastards  running more flimsy scams there will be considerable additional costs before a real seat exists and is acquired.

OK I am making some assumptions here but my point is that when someone for any reason up sticks and makes the run, it is reasonable imho to assume that around $10k US has been removed from the economy of the state at the point of departure, getting to and boarding a boat costs big bucks.
During the KRudd/Gilliard/Krudd disastrous dismantling of John Howard's Border policies, it is claimed over 40 000 made it to mainland Australia plus at least another  1200 who died when the tub they paid good US$ to board, sank at sea. then there will be countless others who never made it to a place in a sinking boat.

Just do the maths. Suddenly how good was that alleged $10k.

The UN has blood, not just on its hands, they are filling Olympic sized swimming pools  with it in their disastrous enabling of the creation, exploitation and incompetent handling of the whole bloody shambles. That includes  the exponentially exploding trafficking in humanity occurring in the Mediterranean as up to a million souls are in transit to Europe via Italy from Libya.

For starters someone needs to destroy every rotting tub that can be converted to a gamblers option to be drowned at sea.
The UN needs to remove their rose tinted sunnies and make concerted efforts to return to assisting those souls who are genuinely created by war amongst two bit thugs who seem to enjoy such mind boggling immunity while travelling internationally, to wit the nice Mr Omar Al Bashir, President  of Sudan recently enjoying diplomatic protected time out in the SA Republic, unhindered and free to roam.

Tony Abbott is dam right to do what ever it takes and his fifth column should forget their politics and start to have regard for their increasingly threatened country, because very few other self styled  leaders give a rodents posterior.

Every effort must be made to stop human trafficking, dammit,  it is nearly 200 years since enlightened Christian Statesmen ended the disgusting absolute misery of the slave trade yet the  UN and dumbarse enablers  can't find the intestinal fortitude  to prevent an equally depraved activity around trading in humans for cash euphemistically termed refugee assistance.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Did Justice Katz Free a Guilty Man?

Midway through the trial of husband Yun Qing "Jack" Lui for the murder of his wife Cissy Chen, the trial Judge  'reluctantly' ruled as inadmissible, evidence from a person described as close to the victim.
Victim Cissy had expressed to her friend on the morning Cissy disappeared that should she die or be dying  her husband Jack would be responsible.

After a seven week trial a jury found Jack not guilty.
During the Bain fiasco the now late Justice Neil Williamson ruled out evidence from Laniet Bain's boyfriend on alleged assertions that Robin Bain was in an incestuous relationship with Laniet.
Whether to include Robin as having a motive or a serious impact on an already seriously dysfunctional family such activity could have had major impact around how David and/or Robin might have been affected, My thinking was seriously interested in such evidence and it was nothing to do with prurience only justice and its delivery.

When Justices make such decisions they are making serious impacts on the larger picture and by ruling such evidence out possibly giving decisive emphasis in a finely balanced deliberation.

Justice Susan Katz admitted her decision was reluctantly arrived at but she decided the evidence as to possible motive could be prejudicial.
Now I am not a lawyer but isn't almost all evidence in a court of law "Prejudicial" to either the prosecution or the defendant  and are the jurors not supposed to balance all the evidence

s time in the lodge  then rode to the top job as federal Opposition leader defeating Anthony  'Albo' Albanese and then became almost untouchable utilising the Rudd initiated leadership protections that make it much more difficult to do what Shorten has made an art form.

Today with plunging polls and a tidal wave of baggage from his days as the National Secretary of Bill Ludwig's mafia like AWU aka the  Australian Workers Union, it is all  starting to unravel.
While in that role Billy negotiated "deals" that gave the AWU war chest millions but didn't always turnout so good for his members and as recent revelations suggest created members who either did not know they were members or worse did not even exist but for the companies striving to prevent strikes crippling large projects, Bill Shorten  guaranteed industrial peace worth many more millions to company profits.
In one such case he actually negotiated lower conditions and pay for already low paid cleaners in his "negotiations"  that in reality were all about Bill Shorten's  political  ladder scramble funding.

Today Faifax Media who have along with the ABC been reluctant to the point of almost total silence as they have ignored the rising tide of damaging evidence coming out of the Coalition established Commission of Inquiry under the Hon Justice  Dyson Heydon  that was set up over the vehement protests of the ALP and as the waves get bigger the reasons for that are becoming more understandable,  revelations that have ended the Victorian senate whips employment for Shorten's successor Cesar Melham are no help either
Billy has dogpoop on his shoes and with Fairfax editorialising on such troubles he really is becoming an endangered species.

The ABC is still largely staunch but even their support is crumbling as a three part Documentary by Sarah Ferguson titled The Killing Season with a warts and all revelation that recounts much of the activities of what was originally "The Faceless Men" of the ALP back room  machinations but is now revealed in Technicolor as the Ides of March starring William Richard Shorten aka Bill aka Brutus.

With a third and final episode still to screen, the documentary has  harnessed the narcissistic personality of Rudd, the belief she can continue to rewrite history desires of Gillard and some extremely graphic contributions from senior staffers to justify their actions.
Ferguson's effort is lifting many veils from things the ALP will wish had remained well hidden but for Billy Brutus Shorton Brains it will make his upcoming surgery a certainty and his prognosis very poor.

Why Doesn't The UN Protest This?

instead of becoming more and more complicit in what is a massive tragic disaster for all humanity.

Bleeding hearts are having an orgy as it appears Australian border protection has paid money to the Captain and Crew of a leaky boat said to be heading for New Zealand with 65 queue jumping pseudo refugees on board to return to Indonesia.

Pure economics suggests that by spending even 10k to stop these queue jumpers who will happily condemn  poorer bastards in refugee camps to a longer wait is prudent when weighed against the millions that resettling that 65 along with the spawn, squeeze and other relations who will then have a legal right to follow,  will actually cost.

Of course treacherous pricks like Keith Locke, yep the same screwed up commy who still lauds Pol Pot, Joe Stalin and Mao as great leaders, whinges about what he sees as a paltry 750 a year that we already take from the pool of uneducated, unhealthy, souls bereft of any ability to contribute anything beyond sucking welfare from needy citizens that our benighted system continues to create more of  everyday.
Lets extrapolate that 750, and say 750 wives, average 8 sprogs, mum and dad the spouse's  mum and dad and before you can say Allah Akbar, conception pregnancy and another mosque, that so called paltry figure  is approaching 10 000.

However the serious fact ignored in all the rhetoric that accompanies this drum beating is,  if the melons and the softcocks socialists want to welcome boat people, they must first ignore a greater crime against humanity than merely turning a boat back to Indonesia from where they embarked the 65 who had the funds to purchase their new status as "boat people" is adding to the serious deprivation of human rights of the millions who live in squalor in UN Refugee camps.

A potential customer for a seat in a leaky boat must have means unless they are being inserted as part of a larger move by Islamists to get muslims into countries stupid enough to facilitate the destruction of the hard won way of life that seems to matter so little to idiot politicians.

Say one client  in Somalia, passage to Jakarta, $1500,
accommodation and living costs until a seat in the leaky boat is purchased, another $1000,
The seat purchased from the people trafficker currently estimated at over $5000,
Then as this whole dark art beyond the law activity will have little protection from even greater scumbag bastards  running more flimsy scams there will be considerable additional costs before a real seat exists and is acquired.

OK I am making some assumptions here but my point is that when someone for any reason up sticks and makes the run, it is reasonable imho to assume that around $10k US has been removed from the economy of the state at the point of departure, getting to and boarding a boat costs big bucks.
During the KRudd/Gilliard/Krudd disastrous dismantling of John Howard's Border policies, it is claimed over 40 000 made it to mainland Australia plus at least another  1200 who died when the tub they paid good US$ to board, sank at sea. then there will be countless others who never made it to a place in a sinking boat.

Just do the maths. Suddenly how good was that alleged $10k.

The UN has blood, not just on its hands, they are filling Olympic sized swimming pools  with it in their disastrous enabling of the creation, exploitation and incompetent handling of the whole bloody shambles. That includes  the exponentially exploding trafficking in humanity occurring in the Mediterranean as up to a million souls are in transit to Europe via Italy from Libya.

For starters someone needs to destroy every rotting tub that can be converted to a gamblers option to be drowned at sea.
The UN needs to remove their rose tinted sunnies and make concerted efforts to return to assisting those souls who are genuinely created by war amongst two bit thugs who seem to enjoy such mind boggling immunity while travelling internationally, to wit the nice Mr Omar Al Bashir, President  of Sudan recently enjoying diplomatic protected time out in the SA Republic, unhindered and free to roam.

Tony Abbott is dam right to do what ever it takes and his fifth column should forget their politics and start to have regard for their increasingly threatened country, because very few other self styled  leaders give a rodents posterior.

Every effort must be made to stop human trafficking, dammit,  it is nearly 200 years since enlightened Christian Statesmen ended the disgusting absolute misery of the slave trade yet the  UN and dumbarse enablers  can't find the intestinal fortitude  to prevent an equally depraved activity around trading in humans for cash euphemistically termed refugee assistance.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Did Justice Katz Free a Guilty Man?

Midway through the trial of husband Yun Qing "Jack" Lui for the murder of his wife Cissy Chen, the trial Judge  'reluctantly' ruled as inadmissible, evidence from a person described as close to the victim.
Victim Cissy had expressed to her friend on the morning Cissy disappeared that should she die or be dying  her husband Jack would be responsible.

After a seven week trial a jury found Jack not guilty.
During the Bain fiasco the now late Justice Neil Williamson ruled out evidence from Laniet Bain's boyfriend on alleged assertions that Robin Bain was in an incestuous relationship with Laniet.
Whether to include Robin as having a motive or a serious impact on an already seriously dysfunctional family such activity could have had major impact around how David and/or Robin might have been affected, My thinking was seriously interested in such evidence and it was nothing to do with prurience only justice and its delivery.

When Justices make such decisions they are making serious impacts on the larger picture and by ruling such evidence out possibly giving decisive emphasis in a finely balanced deliberation.

Justice Susan Katz admitted her decision was reluctantly arrived at but she decided the evidence as to possible motive could be prejudicial.
Now I am not a lawyer but isn't almost all evidence in a court of law "Prejudicial" to either the prosecution or the defendant  and are the jurors not supposed to balance all the evidence as to probity and relevance.
Isn't the "summing up where the presiding judge gives the instructions to the jury where they give guidance to how the jury should use the various evidence presented for their consideration.

Given media accounts of how the relationship between victim and suspect was descending into chaos with considerable financial outcomes at stake it seemed a little odd the Katz made a ruling on what seemed to be rather relevant information.
Sort of smoking gun in a way.

Of course under double jeopardy rules Jack is beyond a second prosec


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After 45 minutes, having reached no definite conclusions, I pocketed my phone and cord and began pedaling north on Green Springs, toward Broadway along Shades Creek. A gazebo and picnic table had recently been built near the creek. I sat down and felt a buzz. It was Abby, texting.

“My phone is showing you on Green Springs??? That’s not right. You better not be riding around. That’s not safe.”

“Feels safer than being in The Blair Witch Project.”

“You OK?”

“Can’t sleep. Freaking out.”

“Freaking out??? Ok, well I’m worried. Do you want to come home?”

“No. Sticking it out.”

I texted Abby about the homeless man, the convenience store.

“I hope he doesn’t steal your stuff.”

“He couldn’t find it if he tried.”

“Let me know when you get back.”

Shades Creek trickled behind me. The light over the gazebo was soft and houses, in the aptly named Edgewood neighborhood, emitted a pleasantly human yellow glow. I found a secluded corner behind the Edgewood gazebo and peed some four hours’ worth of Diet Mountain Dew and Starbucks, my trickling in symphony with the creek’s.

“Let’s try this again,” I thought. It was a resolute sort of statement, a castle of straw built on a bedrock of doubt and neurosis, in retrospect, but I nonetheless pedaled past Circle K and into the west trailhead. The homeless man had vanished. I pedaled further into the woods, no flashlight this time, cocksure, my eyes fixed on the trail’s yellow line. “There’s the white bucket!” I thought, and 90 degrees and a hundred yards to its right, my tent. And what’s inside that tent, breathing in the putrescence of fetid kudzu? A homeless man asleep on my new sleeping bag, the Blair Witch girl filming her last video, snakes, rabid dogs, possessed hogs, a plague of frogs, prophets glowing with eerie light, psychopaths, sociopaths, their girlfriends, Squeaky Fromme, the Underwood deviled ham logo sprung to life? I sped up.

Abby was sitting on the porch when I pedaled into our parking lot 20 minutes later. She told me she had felt a sort of symbiosis, sleeping nervously, waking up when she imagined I did.

“You’ve been following me on the phone?”

“I’m coming inside.”

Physically, I had become a composite of several of my most troubling mental images, by all appearances, a deranged domestic intruder one should subdue and question later. Spider webs covered my arms, face, and chest. Grime clung to me like a bad spray tan. My sweat-drenched shorts hung limply on my hips. My throbbing ass, an artifact of several hours of cycling and clenching, gave me a pronounced limp.

“Where’s your helmet?” Abby asked.

“Helmet? Do I not have it on?”

“I don’t know. Circle K, probably.”

“Aren’t you worried about someone stealing your stuff?”

“I’d pay thousands of dollars not to go back there.”

I ate pot roast, not because I was hungry, but because Abby, not a gorp factory in California, had made it in a proper Crockpot. I stripped and showered, dressed and fell asleep. At some point before falling out, a transformation had taken place. I was Phil again.

2013-12-06 05.59.22-1Two hours later, I, Phil, civilized, coffeed, and still groggy, was driving back to Shades Creek. Joggers were already on the trail, which the sunlight had demystified. To the trail’s south, a woman was walking her dog. The dog, a spunky, white West Highland terrier, bolted in and out of the woods, pulling ever nearer to my abandoned campsite. Maybe they were now its squatters? Doubtful. Even in the morning light, finding the site took effort.

The smallness of the tent struck me. I had attempted to sleep in 90- to 100-degree heat in what amounted to little more than a large nylon jumpsuit. I rolled up the tent, then the sleeping bag, stuffing each in their pouches. Stray items went inside my Target bag. While toting the three bags toward the trail, my shoe, miraculously, found fresh dog crap, presumably a gift from the spunky Westie. A doody-caked Nike, in light of the night before, seemed tolerable. Circle K management, I discovered a few minutes later, had secured my helmet. They probably didn’t deserve having me scrape my shoe on their curb.

I had undone in a few short minutes what seemed a few hours earlier a personal, psychic, and metaphysical disaster I will forever associate with the misguided phenomenon that is urban camping. Camping should allow a person, a man, to remain a man. I descended from that noble state, away from higher order thinking, to the cusp of reptilian brain function. I will bike-camp alone again. I must or die in shame. I’ve already begun pricing one-man tents. But when I camp alone again, it will be on my terms, not urban camping’s.

And it sure as hell won’t be in August. I’ve thought about the anxiety of that moment. Abby has diagnosed it as heat-induced paranoia. I’m not sure that’s a thing, but I doubt that urban camping is much of a thing. I did experience something while doing something. I’ll unpack that experience over time, perhaps in Target, while munching on nuts and dried fruit, while cycling, or maybe while I’m jogging at dusk along Shades Creek, drenched in sweat and sensing in the shadows the invisible gaze of woodland eyes.

One Response to “Panic on Shades Creek”

  1. Ed Munson says:

    A most enjoyable read. Imagination was not not an issue, on the reader’s part. Though from Montgomery, my wife and I are quite familiar with the Birmingham area……….or so we thought. Our familiarity has been limited to weekend escapes and dinning at our favorite restaurants……The Highlands and Bottega. Familiar as we are, Mr. Ratliff’s article was truly entertaining. “Panic On Shades Creek”, simply put, was fine entertainment.

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  • Written by Gorica Micic, Postdoctoral research fellow, Flinders University

I am wondering why people can’t hear when they are asleep? – Joanna

Curious Kids: why can't people hear in their sleep?

This is a fantastic question, Joanna!

During sleep, our body can decide to ignore sounds, movements and smells happening around us which might otherwise wake us.

This decision-making mostly happens in our brain.

Curious Kids: why can't people hear in their sleep? Your brain decides whether to wake you or let you keep sleeping when sounds occur. Sudowoodo/ Shutterstcok

Although our ears continue to work as usual, our brain acts as a filter and decides whether we should respond to the sound and wake up or continue sleeping.

Read more: Curious Kids: why don't people fall out of bed when they are sleeping?

If we wake up, then we can form a memory of having heard the sound, but if we don’t wake up then it’s as though we didn’t hear anything.

This is an extraordinary tool as it protects our sleep so we don’t wake up to everything happening while we sleep.

But it also doesn’t completely shut us off from the outside world which would be terrible for our survival.

Our brain responds to loud sounds

Louder sounds are more likely to wake us up than quieter sounds.

For example, a loud bang from someone dropping something in the middle of the night is likely to startle and wake us.

But we’ll probably sleep through the sound of a mosquito quietly buzzing nearby.

Curious Kids: why can't people hear in their sleep? The loud ringing of an alarm is more likely to wake up than a quiet whisper nearby. LeManna/ Shutterstock

The type

 pastries covered in crunchy glazes and filled with jelly and reconstituted fruits. I set my helmet on a counter, asked for a socket, downed a Starbucks iced coffee, bought a USA Today (which, at that point, was yesterday), and contemplated my future as an urban camper. Customers, all young men, paid for gas, maybe beer, and left. Where were they going?

After 45 minutes, having reached no definite conclusions, I pocketed my phone and cord and began pedaling north on Green Springs, toward Broadway along Shades Creek. A gazebo and picnic table had recently been built near the creek. I sat down and felt a buzz. It was Abby, texting.

“My phone is showing you on Green Springs??? That’s not right. You better not be riding around. That’s not safe.”

“Feels safer than being in The Blair Witch Project.”

“You OK?”

“Can’t sleep. Freaking out.”

“Freaking out??? Ok, well I’m worried. Do you want to come home?”

“No. Sticking it out.”

I texted Abby about the homeless man, the convenience store.

“I hope he doesn’t steal your stuff.”

“He couldn’t find it if he tried.”

“Let me know when you get back.”

Shades Creek trickled behind me. The light over the gazebo was soft and houses, in the aptly named Edgewood neighborhood, emitted a pleasantly human yellow glow. I found a secluded corner behind the Edgewood gazebo and peed some four hours’ worth of Diet Mountain Dew and Starbucks, my trickling in symphony with the creek’s.

“Let’s try this again,” I thought. It was a resolute sort of statement, a castle of straw built on a bedrock of doubt and neurosis, in retrospect, but I nonetheless pedaled past Circle K and into the west trailhead. The homeless man had vanished. I pedaled further into the woods, no flashlight this time, cocksure, my eyes fixed on the trail’s yellow line. “There’s the white bucket!” I thought, and 90 degrees and a hundred yards to its right, my tent. And what’s inside that tent, breathing in the putrescence of fetid kudzu? A homeless man asleep on my new sleeping bag, the Blair Witch girl filming her last video, snakes, rabid dogs, possessed hogs, a plague of frogs, prophets glowing with eerie light, psychopaths, sociopaths, their girlfriends, Squeaky Fromme, the Underwood deviled ham logo sprung to life? I sped up.

Abby was sitting on the porch when I pedaled into our parking lot 20 minutes later. She told me she had felt a sort of symbiosis, sleeping nervously, waking up when she imagined I did.

“You’ve been following me on the phone?”

“I’m coming inside.”

Physically, I had become a composite of several of my most troubling mental images, by all appearances, a deranged domestic intruder one should subdue and question later. Spider webs covered my arms, face, and chest. Grime clung to me like a bad spray tan. My sweat-drenched shorts hung limply on my hips. My throbbing ass, an artifact of several hours of cycling and clenching, gave me a pronounced limp.

“Where’s your helmet?” Abby asked.

“Helmet? Do I not have it on?”

“I don’t know. Circle K, probably.”

“Aren’t you worried about someone stealing your stuff?”

“I’d pay thousands of dollars not to go back there.”

I ate pot roast, not because I was hungry, but because Abby, not a gorp factory in California, had made it in a proper Crockpot. I stripped and showered, dressed and fell asleep. At some point before falling out, a transformation had taken place. I was Phil again.

2013-12-06 05.59.22-1Two hours later, I, Phil, civilized, coffeed, and still groggy, was driving back to Shades Creek. Joggers were already on the trail, which the sunlight had demystified. To the trail’s south, a woman was walking her dog. The dog, a spunky, white West Highland terrier, bolted in and out of the woods, pulling ever nearer to my abandoned campsite. Maybe they were now its squatters? Doubtful. Even in the morning light, finding the site took effort.

The smallness of the tent struck me. I had attempted to sleep in 90- to 100-degree heat in what amounted to little more than a large nylon jumpsuit. I rolled up the tent, then the sleeping bag, stuffing each in their pouches. Stray items went inside my Target bag. While toting the three bags toward the trail, my shoe, miraculously, found fresh dog crap, presumably a gift from the spunky Westie. A doody-caked Nike, in light of the night before, seemed tolerable. Circle K management, I discovered a few minutes later, had secured my helmet. They probably didn’t deserve having me scrape my shoe on their curb.

I had undone in a few short minutes what seemed a few hours earlier a personal, psychic, and metaphysical disaster I will forever associate with the misguided phenomenon that is urban camping. Camping should allow a person, a man, to remain a man. I descended from that noble state, away from higher order thinking, to the cusp of reptilian brain function. I will bike-camp alone again. I must or die in shame. I’ve already begun pricing one-man tents. But when I camp alone again, it will be on my terms, not urban camping’s.

And it sure as hell won’t be in August. I’ve thought about the anxiety of that moment. Abby has diagnosed it as heat-induced paranoia. I’m not sure that’s a thing, but I doubt that urban camping is much of a thing. I did experience something while doing something. I’ll unpack that experience over time, perhaps in Target, while munching on nuts and dried fruit, while cycling, or maybe while I’m jogging at dusk along Shades Creek, drenched in sweat and sensing in the shadows the invisible gaze of woodland eyes.

One Response to “Panic on Shades Creek”

  1. Ed Munson says:

    A most enjoyable read. Imagination was not not an issue, on the reader’s part. Though from Montgomery, my wife and I are quite familiar with the Birmingham area……….or so we thought. Our familiarity has been limited to weekend escapes and dinning at our favorite restaurants……The Highlands and Bottega. Familiar as we are, Mr. Ratliff’s article was truly entertaining. “Panic On Shades Creek”, simply put, was fine entertainment.

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  • Written by Gorica Micic, Postdoctoral research fellow, Flinders University

I am wondering why people can’t hear when they are asleep? – Joanna

Curious Kids: why can't people hear in their sleep?

This is a fantastic question, Joanna!

During sleep, our body can decide to ignore sounds, movements and smells happening around us which might otherwise wake us.

This decision-making mostly happens in our brain.

Curious Kids: why can't people hear in their sleep? Your brain decides whether to wake you or let you keep sleeping when sounds occur. Sudowoodo/ Shutterstcok

Although our ears continue to work as usual, our brain acts as a filter and decides whether we should respond to the sound and wake up or continue sleeping.

Read more: Curious Kids: why don't people fall out of bed when they are sleeping?

If we wake up, then we can form a memory of having heard the sound, but if we don’t wake up then it’s as though we didn’t hear anything.

This is an extraordinary tool as it protects our sleep so we don’t wake up to everything happening while we sleep.

But it also doesn’t completely shut us off from the outside world which would be terrible for our survival.

Our brain responds to loud sounds

Louder sounds are more likely to wake us up than quieter sounds.

For example, a loud bang from someone dropping something in the middle of the night is likely to startle and wake us.

But we’ll probably sleep through the sound of a mosquito quietly buzzing nearby.

Curious Kids: why can't people hear in their sleep? The loud ringing of an alarm is more likely to wake up than a quiet whisper nearby. LeManna/ Shutterstock

The type of sound matters too

Sounds that are either unusual or important to us are also more likely to wake us.

Our brain interprets unusual sounds as a threat and alerts us to that danger. This allows us to decide if we need to protect ourselves or run away if necessary.

Just imagine how useful and protective this would have been for our ancestors who likely slept in the wild surrounded by dangerous predators, such as lions and tigers!

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