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This crew plays at 200%, then stops, drops, and naps. This is the exact moment the tabbies got tired.

"I can go no further, Emmet. I have hit the wall."

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This little guy or should I say 'big-boned'... was wide awake the next time I stopped by. They've grown so big. There are two babies. One is obscured by the Mom. See below for a napping picture.

 

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POCKETS OF LIME

 

Everything has happened, nothing

possessed. The lawn engages

Its constituent appraisers. Burrows

fold by, unaccosted by memories of

Synergies the doorjamb clops

to. Boulevards

Beam in the near distance while

on its wand the

Hermits are organizing affinity

clusters. In the cab, desiccated Dominicans

Cop to outtakes from “Take the ‘A’ Train” as

the band plays late

Into a night that never comes. On deck,

a shipboard romance turns

Sordid when the expiration date embossed

on a Ouija board is

Overlooked. The days so blinding, before

you know it’s time

For another frame of Limbo at

Club Lumbago. “There’s no

Buggy like the Buggy that ate my

baby in the summer of ’82.” Not

Two days left, scouting under the eaves

for thrown-away cheese &

Mink fleas. One chord crests, no

place for more, when

You ’ear ’er, down by the Walla Walla

Feedway. (As if foreign or foreign-

Scented.) Nothing has happened, everybody

has been processed. The

Elevator leads to a flight of bronzed

stairs that ends near a

Picture of your majestic presentiment,

rather noisier than had

Been or would be anticipated or

asphyxiated, in some ways a

Damp cloth and light dusting would have

done as well. At this point, the

Nasobiliary tube is inadvertently

dislodged; before replacing it, we

Decide to insert an endoprosthesis. “Worms

in brain, worms in

Stomach, how’m gonna worm me way

out o’ here.” You see, you are

What you tear, but only the baker knows

what the bread’s been fed. “But the big

Question, which they don’t discuss, is

what kind of glue the man was

Using.” A soul as soft as Detroit, a

bile as big as a bagel—though the

World’s not made of muslin and the only

cosmic gas is static

Electricity. How would you treat the patient

now? Would you leave the

Tubes in place for continuous drainage? Refer

for laparotomy? Or

Perform balloon dilation of the stricture

and endoscopic sphincterotomy?

Keep in mind that the bilirubin is down to

1.6 mg/dl and the platelet count

Remains low at 4,000. Where the harp is

the loneliest fire station, adorned

With piecemeal crescendi and unaugmentable

nosegay, enlisted into an action

Encumbered by touch, hostage to

decision: derision’s ubiquitous

Breatholizer, haphazard and blousy.

Double space everything; use soft not

Hard returns; use

word wraparound

If available; spike headings, don’t

center anything; set tabs

For tabulars instead of spacing over or

among or inside or in between or across or

On top of or throughout or beside or in place

of; provide extra space between

Text and other Elements; use letters for

numbers where possible, numbers for

Letters as necessary; order pages

consanguineously (don’t start

Numbering from one). You may be asked to

type simple “genetic codes” in the process;

These serve as placeholders; do not

type such codes without specific instruction

From the Instruction Terminator.

Everything has progressed, nothing

Has occurred. The firetruck roars

to the Lake District while at the encampment

All that’s left are

flesh wounds. THE DAY THE $

STOOPED. BILLIONS FOR BROWNIES. BABY’S FIRST

BATH. DESIGNATED VICTIM. “There’s

No question that he’s got a big Freudian

thing.” “Arguably the most argumentative

Poet in America.” “You need to know that when you

infringe on somebody else’s

Profitability, you have to have a clean

operation or a load of

Protection.” “We’re

going through this coffee like

A fly through butter.” Keep in mind, however,

that many of these changes need not

Cost a leg nor require you to overhaul your

imaginary. Clean, uncluttered shelves,

For instance, do not require a wrecking

crew. Neither do neat, legible, complete,

manuscripts. Similarly, you may not have been

born with attributes of a Greek

God nor the fashion sense of a Milan

model, but you know what you’d

Like to see in a competent art professional.

I am sure that a stained smock, seen

Through the haze of hemp smoke, is not what

you have in mind. We won’t

Put up with that in our physician or stockbroker, then

why should we expect our readers

To accept less from us. “Don’t question

my similes,” said the supple senorita. “Don’t

Mess with my metonymies,” cried the mandarin

matador. (He kept his prosodic

Devices in a toolbox on the table of

the padded basement shelter near the

Washer-Dryer and Automatic Pump.) Not

liberty but the leer of liberty

Lulls the laddies from their crusted

craters, the jaded from their lard-like

Ladders. . . . and the ladies, with their crimson

laces, Bill and Lou, Viv and

Stu. Or saying:

Broiled, broiled in the broiler with lemon

Or poached, poached with some water, or

fried, fried with butter in a pan on a stove

In a kitchen. The green so green in the afternoon

light so no longer color but a

Cavern or expectancy jelled into a reel of

gypsies dancing a pellucid romp

On the altar of Nostradamus, vicar of the implausible

audibles, then cast upon the foam

Of a sailor’s groan. Thus, certainty confronts

us but we cannot be sure of it—

A surrogate holding, cradled in the mist of

an impossible necessary, and lost

To its purpose, or our own. Vagueness, in

which belief is mute, & manifest . . .

Even one thing can make a display. And there

was surfeit of singularities, odd

Lots of broken middles, splintered

threads—eidetic deniers as Michael once

Put it—for to deny is measure of our

heft; even small coins can be traded

Or stolen. The Unquiet Journey of Martin Heidegger.

As in the expression, ‘What clock is it?’—

“One clock,”“three clock,” “eight clock.” For

anything said is significant—& much that

Is not said but only spoken, hinted—

tossed from a glazed eye to a

Nearing touch. And what the senses

but limiting scanners, combing the

Ineffable to produce sound, searing

the seemless to appear as

Sour? Soaring, senseless

night, of no limit, that

None have known, or

could wish to— “Pipe

Down, you pipsqueak,” said the Piper, hitting

me with a six-inch length

Of galvanized tube. In the rooms the children

suck & blow, talking of Moholy-Nagy.

Segmenting the real: Coca-Cola franchises

the metaphysics of

Numerosity, according ‘classic’ and ‘new’ equal

status, the diversity of constituencies

Obliterating the elitism of “one common

taste” of a people. (Thinking

All is secure when nothing is secure, all is

resolved when everything is

Indissoluble.) In this sense, postmodernism coincides

with pluralism and Daniel Bell’s

Smiling. The end of idolatry is the beginning

of commodity fetishism: God

Isn’t gone away to a happier place, she’s

not napping nor hiding nor

Lying in wait, just having a snack & settin’

back. No shit, no shoes, just

Me & my electric windmill. “But despite

six- and seven-digit severance

Arrangements, a fall from the top can be

grim; neither money nor the memory

Of power innoculates against frustration, greed

or a stinging sense of injustice.”

The memory of power. Do’s and don’t do’s & could

do’s & won’t do’s. “My

Personal taste never enters into anything

I do.” Everything

Has been resurrected, nothing has vanished. “The regulator

is never separated from the

Main spring.” For only truth is

reversible, lies fester

Under the skin & make it rancid. & the

smell of lies is everywhere

& the people crave it as perfume for their

perfume. But truth cannot be

Smelled & is as nothing & reviled as only

nothing is—a void & a pox & an

Abomination—for what cannot be tasted nor

heard nor smelled cannot be put to

Use & what is not abused is less than

nothing. Busy as beagles, we

Think what we see and say what

we gnaw. So cry not

For the beloved nor lost but for the unseen, un-

touched that we will

Not abjure. Cry for the steam, not the machine.

& Monsieur Madame takes me in hand

To sing the Tut-tut-aloo, yes Monsieur et Madame

they take me in hand & sing

The Tut-tut-aloo. Calling Ruth, Ruth

when there is no Ruth. Patterns

Are what we fathom, needs

what we endure. A crack

Is not a fault nor a fall an oasis,

neither are vases places. & I

Have known disgraces. “I wish I were

a gurgling guppy, ’cause then I’d

Swim, yeah then I’d swim / Sure if I

were a gulping guppy, the Atlantic

I’d spin, Pacific I’d be in.” But

you ensnare me with your wet

Cold eyes and golden ear and I ripple

beside, bound to the tide.

Nothing has changed, everything recalls (recoils).

The hunger of prostration, the lassitudes

Of— “I’ve spent half my life covering up my

mistakes and another half trying to

Expose them.” These are the ways, counting

one and two, three and—; but

To pray is still a dance, to fray a lost

leader . . . on the road merely

Tread, the mill seldom silenced. Everything

is promised, everything

Delivered. Who waits waits

in the company of women & men &

Boys, for the Messiah whose come & gone

with no trace; for waiting is the customed

Course for those who’ve missed the last boat, misplaced

the keys. No one was

Promised, no one disfigured. & the breeze

becomes a gust but

The house does not blow down. “I can’t have

your experience, I’m not sure I

Can have my own.” “Up among the curls so

high, like a lever that’s a

Sigh.” The baby play with its

fingers; this is called ‘finger

Play’. Sometime it work and sometimes it

doesn’t: all the rest is

‘Redolent with breathless antipathy’.

“Where have they gone?” asked Jasper.

“To the deep dark dank & won’t be back, to

the end that has no beams.”

It’s your dime but it’s my quarter.

   

--Charles Bernstein (from Rough Trades)

This is the Petco Park in San Diego, California.I Shot this last year, we got of the plane, got our rental car immediately after, we got to the getting and started shooting, this went on until 4am followed by a quick nap in the car only to wake up and shoot the sunrise :) I know its an obsession... Spread the love peeps..

  

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Title: "Bosnien und die Herzegowina. Reisebilder und Studien, etc"

Author: ASBÓTH, János - Publicist

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10125.ff.16."

Page: 321

Place of Publishing: Wien

Date of Publishing: 1888

Issuance: monographic

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Identifier: dentalcosmos5619whit

Title: The Dental cosmos

Year: 1914 (1910s)

Authors: White, J. D McQuillen, J. H. (John Hugh), 1826-1879 Ziegler, George Jacob, 1821-1895 White, James William, 1826-1891 Kirk, Edward C. (Edward Cameron), 1856-1933 Anthony, L. Pierce (Lovick Pierce), b. 1877

Subjects: Dentistry Dentistry

Publisher: Philadelphia, S. S. White Dental Manufacturing Co

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cribed. Instead of a glass cock, a 1330 THE DEXTAL COSMOS. glass hood is fitted over the nozzle so asto exclude all air when the flask is notin use. I have found Ringer solutionto remain sterile in this container, whichis made in 50 or 100 cc. sizes, for overa month. It is advisable, of course, tomake a small and fresh quantity ofRinger solution from the Ringer tabletsevery week. Like the tubes containingthe novocain-suprarenin tablets, thosewith the Ringer tablets must be care-fully stoppered immediately after the lution is imperative, though fresh tab-lets and aqua destillata have been used,and sterilization can be considered com-plete after the flask has stood in this im-provised water-bath for about twentyminutes. The ground-glass stoppers areput in place upon completion of steril-ization with a pair of sterile pliers, andthe flask is allowed to cool. Fractionalsterilization of the Ringer solution isideal, but impractical. Moreover, theboiling of the solution before adding Fig. 7.

 

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Writers working tray of glass. required number of tablets have beenrolled out, since they are highly hygro-scopic. None of these tablets shouldever be touched with the hand; they caneasily be rolled out of the original tubeinto the liquid in which they are to bedissolved, and a probable source of con-tamination is thus easily avoided. To prevent possible breaking of thestock flask when preparing and steril-izing the Ringer solution, a sterile nap-kin or a wad of sterile cotton is woundaround the flask, and the flask is set intothe water of the sterilizer before thecurrent has been turned on. The glassstoppers also are sterilized by boiling,the large opening in the flask havingbeen stoppered with a wad of sterilecotton. Sterilization of the Ringer so- novocain-suprarenin tablets insures per-fect sterility. GLASS WORKING TEAY. A working tray of glass with alumi-num inset (see Fig. 7), on which thesyringes with either long or short needlesand hubs can be safely deposited whilenot in use,

  

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Title: "A fölkelő nap országa. Regényes utazás Japánban"

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Indio catches a quick nap, while keeping tabs on the twins whereabouts.

One relaxed cat, spread out over the top of my comfy chair, soaking up the sunlight streaming through our sun room windows.

 

For more than one reason, Smokey loves my comfy chair. She can easily see out as well as in, keeping tabs on all creatures outside, in the close tree and yard, and, with a quick turn of the head, track both humans and her partner in feline crime, Sissy. She sometimes perches on the back of the chair and starts licking my hair, for some reason.

 

The chair is a great perch for her plotting, pouncing and seen here, plopping for a nap in the sunlight.

 

I don't nap much, hardly at all really, but Smokey has me reconsidering.

It has been said that every generation has changes to adjust to and I don’t believe ours was much different than the changes prior generations coped and adjusted to. World War II children had all that murder and trauma, the children of the depression had the poverty and uncertainties of life, children like my grandfather at the turn of the century witnessed the evolution of things like electricity, the coming of age of gadgets to make life easier in certain ways. This is just the nature of the species to be in a constant change. Perhaps for my life this change was in the types of recreational items we consumed in pursuit of what? Happiness, experience, wisdom, knowledge? Time will let us know the results of this experiment.

 

This age, the now, is this the computer age, the beginning of the computer age as it seems those machines change, improve, and expand almost daily. There was a need for me to plug in an old computer system, one with Windows 3.1 as the operating system, it was probably ten years old, and it was like driving an old frail car on its last legs. How quickly the new becomes old and discarded. My current computer gurus laugh when I say I am comfortable in Windows 95, the benefits of 98, 2000, and XP being so superior to this old program I write in. When I was recently forced to examine the possibility of purchasing a replacement unit for this sick PC the number of options was incredible. I had to choose between so many computer variables, memory, ram, hard drive, video cards, speakers, size of screen, wide screen or regular and this was just in the low end category of notebooks. Processors were confusing, I had to chose between, Celeron and Pentium and Centrino all of this with the knowledge that what I purchased was going to be somewhat obsolete in a year or so.

 

Shift back to 1968, the summer of. Hi-jinks continued and one high led to another as young entrepreneurs were everywhere marketing pot and hashish, mescaline, LSD, and MDA, along with speed, heroin, and cocaine. We were still juiceheads having done our time learning this pastime the other items slowly got some of our dollars as we became more knowledgeable of their attributes. There was an acid trip I took early that summer when on getting off I thought I had shrunken to the size of an infant and I tried to get under the bed of the rooming house we called The White House. The guys had never seen this behaviour before, the idea of a “Bad Trip” was something the press always harped on to advance the cops theory that all drugs are bad. We didn’t like cops. That summer a groovy coffee shop opened in the basement of Vic’s’ Meat Pie store that faced onto Weston Rd, Vics was next door to the Black Cat Variety Store named after a brand of cigarettes popular at the time. Vics backroom was a dingy place, poorly lit with several tables set with single candles in coloured dishes giving off a red glow The owner served coffee and cokes and bags of chips. We dropped something, it could have been acid who remembers. Big Vic the owner had a CLOSED sign in his window out front, so we went to the back doors through the laneway that ran behind the shops and found half the kids in the neighborhood down there. Younger kids too, all high on something or the other grooving to some tunes. Two local plainclothes coppers come walking in dressed in ridiculous costumes, a lumberjack shirt for one burly goof named Criscoe and a ball cap and jeans for his side kick Smith, we spotted them right away and razzed them even though we were ripped. It was the original Mutt and Jeff show. We just left and the place emptied everyone had somewhere to go and listen to tunes, and not be disturbed.

 

We hung out at the Place Pigalle on Avenue Road. After the Place closed we’d go to this spot this guy from the States had opened a funky coffee shop on Dupont St not to far from the bar and we would go there half pissed and sit around listening to his eclectic tunes. This spot we called Rocheyz, but if you were to spell it correctly it would be Roches. The owner was like a Vietnam Vet kind of guy who looked like Ginger Rogers, his red hair tied in a pony tail. He was always talking about shitting in a hole, made a good mockery of consumer life and in his small way turned us on to the coffee shop ideology of former beat types like Ginsberg and Kerouac without actually preaching their names. He served weird stuff like tofu and beet juice tea, the lighting was real dim so you could just hangout forever, we heard somewhere that he was a junkie.

 

Most of the guys were still in High School at York Memo except for Billy, he worked somewhere maybe for the firebrick company, everything was going to change for everyone, guys were getting serious about chicks, I just wanted to party, Pete was going to St Lawrence College in New York State on a full hockey scholarship, the brothers Frank and Jack were off to Peterborough to study at the newly opened Trent University. Count was top of the class and doing quite well at U of T. I had my own directions to follow.

 

One day I was servicing the fire equipment at a place called McPhar Geophysics; this was located in Don Mills, a suburb of Toronto with an area that had streets full of small manufacturing plants and warehouses. Don Mills is thought of an upper middle class area of very sharp homes. In the receiving department at McPhar there was a lot of exploration gear, things like, snowshoes, canoes, axes and I guess it was like going on a movie set for me, as my eyes bulged. The closest I’d ever gotten to a pair of snowshoes was by watching the show Eric of the Yukon and His dog King, or something like that. A big swarthy guy with a beard and coveralls ran the shipping department and I wasn’t shy, I asked what this company did as he packaged neat things to be shipped to addresses printed in big lettering on the parcels, exciting names like, Rouyan/Noranda, Quebec, Kirkland Lake, Ontario, Sao Paolo, Brazil. This outfit was the leader in geophysical surveying in Canada, maybe the world as the founder of the company had invented this piece of machinery for use in WW-II to detect submarines underwater or something like that, when things get technical, remember Science class I get edgy. They found a use for the discovery in the mining industry, locating ore bodies.

 

Here’s how it worked. A typical set up would consist of six people, in the woods in an area, a remote area, near a mine site or a potential mining site. The party operator would put his Receiver on the ground, it was like an electronic sending unit, full of numerous incomprehensible to me buttons, switches, graphs and toggle like switches. This operator we’ll call him John Parker cause that was the guys name I trained with at the first place in Val D’Or Quebec in early January 1969. From Parkers’ receiver a number of wires with crocodile clips, each wire about twelve feet long, were unrolled and hooked up to my piece of machinery, the Transmitter. This little baby was my (the second in commands) equipment. It also had a lot of buttons and switches and a place for Parkers six wires to attach to. Maybe there were three positive and three negative wires. The transmitter was supplied power by a portable generator carried on some bodies back in a rucksack type fashion. In turn the wires were attached to longer wires, some a hundred feet long at six stations, three in front of the set up at certain intervals and three behind the set up at similar intervals. These wires were attached to eight foot steel rods which had been pounded into the ground by staff hired locally using big sledge ended axes. The gas generator was fired up and Parker would play with his buttons and ask me to change the frequency on my piece of equipment, like a parrot I would take his directions, then he would take numbers, called readings and write them into a book. Electric current was sent through the wires into the ground and our machinery somehow measured the results and this would give mining engineers the information they needed as to what direction the mineral they were mining was in or if there were any minerals worth mining for. At night it was our job, Parker and mine to take the days numbers and put them on graph paper, we had to use a slide ruler and this was a little tough for my grade nine math, especially since I’d told the owner/boss Ash Mullan that I had grade twelve which he bought since I showed up for my interview in my nice Invictus Football Team jacket, crew cut and all. I winged the night work for quite some time and thought I had invented a better way of doing the radius work, which we’ll get to in a while. After the mining engineers received these reports which I suppose they paid big money for they, if interested would send in a crew to drill the earth and take out what they call core samples that could be studied to determine the worth of the project.

 

For some reason this was a big thing, me leaving town to work away. It was like I was going to war which I tried to do twice, once a few years earlier the Canadian Navy turned me down for service after my final interview when they asked me my opinion on the Americans in Vietnam, I said, “they shouldn’t be there,” oops so much for saying the wrong thing about your allies, and that year 68 Bill and I tried to sign up for of all things the United States Marines. One time when we were down in Niagara Falls getting drunk at the Johns Club, a place where you went in and they took your order and like a man you’d say, “I’ll have a tray please,” and a waitress would bring you thirty small glasses of beer, and in less than an hour you were so pissed and you’d go for a leak and come back to your table and Bill had changed his name to something like Steve McQueen and he was actually on a movie shoot in the Falls and just taking a little time off for R&R and the ladies fell for it a few times! The following week after sobering up we headed back to Niagara Falls on a mission. The marines recruiting office was in a warehousey part of town in an old factory or something and they told us to go sign up for our own armed forces. I removed some kind of emblem, like a bomb shelter sign off the building and along with my other collectibles stuck it on a wall in the White House.

 

So it wasn’t as if this was the first time I tried to leave, it was the first time I actually got to leave. Close to my departing there was a big drunken go away, everyone was there, all the chicks we hung out with, Barb, kind of my date but we never did anything, Debbie , soon to be Jacks wife, Mickey who Pete was spending a lot of time with on the hood of his little mini car, Phyllis this Italian chick who was hounding Frank, Herbie’s girl, beautiful Ruth Hope the ministers daughter, Bill was still stagging it, it was a big thing, a big party. Mom had moved the family up to an apartment on Weston Road near Cadet Cleaners and Sid’s barbershop. Prior to that we had lived at 26 Victoria Blvd forever, the landlord, a Mr.Gowland must have sold the house. Alex was away on some secret mission we don’t really know where, rumour had it he was in the States on a football scholarship, another rumour was he was in Montreal. The younger kids were there, Kevin, Shane, Sue and Barb as well as mom who loved the teenagers coming over. The party got a little loud and out of hand, I recall the yellow cop cars parked on Weston Road, their red flashing roof top lights, then the cops coming in the front door and all of us running out the back door, and through to Buttonwood Avenue or was it Bartonville and then all of us hiding in the hedges at Bala Avenue school. We left the cops with mom who were busy asking her who was still drinking there, we all got away, we were all underage, and that’s just how it was then.

 

McPhar was a generous company, a few weeks prior to Parker and I leaving for Val D’Or they had me in for an afternoon, had me open up a new bank account where my cheque of $900.00 a month would be deposited, gave a start up expense cheque of $300.00 from which I was to purchase, felt lined snow boots, waterproof pants and a below zero parka. This was way before high tech clothing was available. Down on Yonge Street I found an Army Surplus shop that had neat war stuff and I bought a knee length grey parka, down filled, with a piece of dead fur on the hood. Some of the air force crests and badges were still on the sleeves. For pants I picked a pair of blue nylon jobs that were about half an inch thick with insulation. I should have spent more on boots though as the cheap dark blue zipper up snowmobile feltpaks I purchased were no match for eight hours trekking in snow at times six feet deep. My co-worker, trainer, boss John Parker met me midtown, he had rented a brand new olive coloured Pontiac four door for the drive up to Quebec, we didn’t get to far that first night as a winter storm forced us off the road in Barrie where I had a taste of a company bought motel room and a nice steak dinner, I knew right then I was going to love this gig.

 

Next day the snow still fell and I drove for a while giving Parker a break, it was rough driving up around Sudbury and when we turned right up towards Kirkland Lake this was the first time I’d truly been north. Prior to that us southern boys would think of Barrie as being north I would quickly discover that the North was a large area comprised of incredible terrain, long views, kind people, and a coldness that was not at all like the cold of Toronto. We made it to Val D’Or Quebec not to far from the Ontario border, perhaps an hour’s drive. Our hotel was an old two storey wood framed structure a few blocks from the centre of town which was about the size of Gravenhurst. The streets were covered in snow like a postcard. For meals there was an arrangement with the hotel to make us breakfast and a packed lunch, we would tell them how many sandwiches of what type, peanut butter(beurre d’arachide) and jam, or sliced ham(jambon), and so on. Dinners we went in to town and had a hot meal, anything within reason, no alcohol, and the company paid for everything.

 

Walking into town you could better understand the quietness of this village, as some kids skated and played hockey at an outdoor rink with boards, the heat from their breath coming out of their mouths, a pair of incandescent bulbs glared under round aluminum hoods illuminating the ice rink at each end. Nobody was on the streets, thick smoke poured from the chimneys of the tiny homes, some cabin like in size. The smell of burning firewood filled the air with that type of sweetness which a log of apple or some other such wood gives off. In town, I looked inside a few drinking establishments, now and then, had a couple of beers, spotted the older hookers plying their trade at the front of the bars dressed in obvious get ups, black, torn fishnet stockings, rouged cheeks and their breasts busting out from clothing that was meant for younger smaller ladies. In Ontario towns you would not see such flagrant prostitution, Quebec was more lenient, more accepting of mans need for comfort. Being on my best behaviour I mostly observed as I was learning a new trade and I did not want to jeopardize this by acting up.

 

Our first day in the woods was a Sunday our day off and Parker took me to a field to practice snowshoeing, I caught on immediately after falling a few times. It is quite a neat experience as the body is suspended above the snow which was quite deep, perhaps three or five feet deep. Your feet do sink in a few inches depending on the crustiness of the snow but then they stop and you learn quickly to walk like a penguin, that is with your feet intentionally pointing left and right instead of straight ahead so your snow shoes will not catch each other. To me this was like a new sport. Going up hills was a skill as was descending hills and making turns, after a while it became natural. As the day began the leather harness was easy to use as it was warm and pliable. After a day’s work it could be frozen solid and difficult to manage. Complicating matters was the fact that we wore packs to move our gear through the woods, my transmitter weighed in at ninety pounds so the effort required was high and often this would test the abilities of any man. Whoever led the party through the pre-staked areas of survey would have the added burden of breaking fresh snow so the followers had a bit of an easier walk.

 

Our gig in Val D’Or was not very lengthy, about three weeks. I was for the most part able to do the work with pleasure and discovered these long days out in the snow, in nature were much to my liking. There was an eerie absence of wildlife for some reason, I guess I expected to see deer and moose and bears around every corner but this was not the case. Nights in the town were so much like a Cornelius Krieghoff painting, snow covered cabins with smoke pouring from the chimneys the joie de vivre of the townsfolk. My limited French vocabulary was a valued asset as I could in short time communicate my needs in very rudimentary terms, ham of course was jambon, beurre d’arachides was peanut butter, what I then had difficulty with as I do today is the rapidity of the conversations, a smile was always available as well as at times a questioning look.

 

There was a short furlough in Toronto for a week while the next gig was being prepared for, it was to be in Kirkland Lake with a few days here and there in Timmins. These towns were gold mining centres from earlier times. I was flush with cash as there was nowhere to spend money in Val Dor except the occasional biere at one of the many French pubs. My finances had always been precarious. There was the matter of a small loan in the amount of about seven hundred dollars that I owed HFC and I had no intention of ever paying it. Those dupes had loaned me money for Christmas presents one year at their ridiculous rate of twenty percent. Like I was going to buy presents, I drank all the money in about three weeks. A goofy manager at the HFC office in Weston, upstairs from a shop took me in to sign some forms, swear allegiance to pay this debt, he was a Canadian version of Snidely Whiplash, an English born chap who would have been more suited to being a prison guard. Besides this debt I was in the clear and once I left Dyer and Miller and I changed addresses the loan to HFC was not a consideration and I highly recommend every body do this at least once in life, that is get a loan from some rip off organization and stiff them. Get a bogus birth certificate or something, and get a loan.

 

There were parties of course on my return you would have thought I’d been away for years. The following Sunday I was to make my way to Kirkland Lake Ontario via train. I’d never been on a train ride except for the time we came home from Parry Sound all drunked up on the warm Labatt 50s. At the station Frank came to see me off and at the last minute I said why don’t you come along for the ride as I had a bag of grass to smoke and he had nothing to do. It wasn’t long before we were smoking the joints, I had pre rolled them, there were about thirty, the dope was pretty mild, not like today’s killer weed. We smoked between the trains cars. Back in the coach someone was reading a book called Five Easy Pieces and if you stared long enough you could make the letters interchange sort of a mini hallucination. Six joints later and a couple of sandwiches we were in Kirkland Lake. Getting off the train we noticed the temperature was 35 degrees below zero and this was a big thing for us city boys. Parker, the boss met me at the train, I introduced him to Frank and he hired him on the spot to work on the crew which was to start soon.

 

Frank was kind of gangly at the time, going through a growth spurt, he was always bent over because he was taller than everyone else, he had a gentle manner and enjoyed the usual stuff, like, beer, tokes and women. I loaned him some money and he bought a suitable work outfit, some clothes as he had nothing but the clothes on his back. I recall he purchased a better pair of felt pack boots than mine, the ones with the leather uppers bonded to heavy rubber bottoms that were more waterproof especially if you put Dubbin on them at night. At the Parklane Hotel we shared a room, we had management give us an extra roll a way bed and the cost was quite minimal, they ran a tab for Frank. Meals were taken in the hotel dining room and lunches were prepared for us. As I recall the room was quite small we literally had to crawl over each other to get to the can.

 

We had a day off before work started and that first night in downtown Kirkland was like magic. The Beatles new recording Hey Jude was broadcast live around the world and we caught this in an empty shabby store front bar. Outside it was freezing cold but the coldness was different, it was a dry cold, the wind not holding the same sharp bite as a Toronto wind blowing off of Lake Ontario. The women were looking pretty good and I had a new pick up line, “mon petite serpent” at this the ladies would almost instantly run and hide. Doctor Doolittle was playing at the local theatre and one night we went to the show ripped on our mediocre weed, leaving the theatre singing the songs that were sung in the movie.

 

Work was difficult as it was cold and there was a lot of snow. Town was exciting, our hotel had a Tavern in the basement where a stripper appeared in the evenings. Her name was Patty and we affectionately called her the Portuguese Pig, I don’t know why because we never got any where with her, she had a room in the hotel and we’d always be sneaking peeks at her boobs as she changed before shows. A friend of hers named Candy was around now and then and I thought she was pretty special but again it was like we were all Toronto outcasts and this alone made us buddies. Somewhere down the line Patty the Portuguese Pig knew Bil and she had a crush on him. Nights would find us in the Tavern listening to crappy groups who kept playing a Credence Clearwater Revival song called Proud Mary and the Tom Jones tune, Green Green Grass of Home. Parker was sorry he had hired Frank because we didn’t ever have our minds on the job and we were always hung over. Bill would call regularly he was ready to escape his reality.

 

One night we borrowed the company car and drove to Rouyn Noranda for beers with these French Hippies, a guy and his chick whom we met the week previous at the Kirkland Winter Carnival. Rouyn was not far maybe fifty miles and while there we smoked some nice hash that they had and Frank was making a move on the chick. We got pretty high and it was time to get back to Kirkland. Frank started to drive while I was napping, we were half way to Montreal when I woke up and noticed a road sign that said Montreal ahead 150 miles, this was before the metric system had been imposed on us. We assessed the situation and turned around we were about three hours from Kirkland Lake We got back just as the sun was coming up. The boss, John Parker never had a clue. Another time we were hung over and it was bloody cold, we didn’t feel like working, I dropped my receiver climbing over a farm fence and called Parker over, he turned the machine on and had to take it to the little airport and ship it out to have it repaired. That was good for a couple of days off. Of course there were times when we had no days off, we would work fourteen days straight if the crew was willing so it all worked out.

 

A job near Timmins not to far away needed us so we drove over got rooms in some el cheapo hotel where Patty the Portuguese Pig and her friend Candy were working and this was great because the girls had now let us tie their bikini tops on before shows and apply the glue to the pasties and then watch as the girls pushed them on over their luscious nipples, still no touching, just looking. This trip would be my introduction to snowmobiles. At seven in the morning we left the rooms and piled into the company car, the same four door Pontiac, Parker always drove. We drove to a remote area, parked the car then a few men would show up with ski doos and drive us the final half hour into the worksite as we sat on sleds pulled by the ski doos. It was a far cry from the glamour and hot rodding associated with today’s snowmobilers. Our work was done on a frozen lake a new experience for me, there were long views of barren landscapes, tree lined lakes not a bird or animal insight. Timmins had more bars than Kirkland as unlike Kirkland it was still a thriving gold mining community while Kirkland had began to lose its roll as king of the gold mining towns. Sid Bernstein an old Jewish waiter I met later in life at the Seaway Beverly Hills Hotel had been to Kirkland in the 1930s and he talked about the boom days, the Gold Rush Fever.

 

Work was an endless day of carrying gear over strange moonscape like terrain, areas where no trees existed; as it was snow covered you never got a feel for the land. Parker took care of the night work being a real stickler for accuracy and a dedicated employee, he seemed content to work all day have a meal, go to his room and do the calculations with the slide ruler and chart the results inked on the special roll of graph paper for this purpose. It wasn’t ever necessary for him to socialize, have a beer with the guys, he was work oriented, I’d never met anyone like this before. John Parker came from Saskatchewan, had a degree from DeVry Tech a technical school and when he wasn’t working he had his head in some learning type book, never a novel or something fun. Yet this mismatch of personalities did not deter us from getting the work done, it was hard work, perhaps the hardest I would ever endure and I have to respect that man from Saskatchewan as he never complained always was a good leader. Later on the job I learned that the preferred employee came from a farming background as this type of person was used to long hard days in adverse conditions, and did not suffer the need of rest and relaxation. The job ended and Frank headed back to Toronto with a few dollars in his pocket and this bonding would keep us friends forever.

 

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[20:20] Alayni Axelrad sneaks up behind Gage and slips her fingers discreetly into her tails, tugging a bit

 

[20:21] Garthrim Ranger slides down the bar to the newcomer " welcome to the TZ is there anything I can get you ?"

 

[20:23] Criss Reifsnider blushed a bit at Chi's comment and took another sip of booze " Yeah, I guess thats like a black widow only in reverse" she eyed the new customer " Welcome to the TZ maam"

 

[20:23] Gage drummed her fingers. "I think I'm going to be sick... fast hand me his glass so I can puke in it.."felin ghte tug on her tail Gage turned and gave a small smile to Alayni before responding to the conversation. "No havent heard of that particular killer... you got a washroom in this joint..? I really need to change"

 

[20:24] Alayni Axelrad smiled at Garthrim, "A glass of rum please, and a diet coke on the side if ye have any." she turned and smiled at Criss in response before hopping up on the stool.

 

[20:25] Garthrim Ranger points her thumb over her right shoulder " in there " she nods to Aylani putting down her beer to make the drinks'

 

[20:25] Shilandar Deledda chuckles and keeps his glass close at hand, drinking down most of the remaining vodka. "Never heard of it... course, I only came in town to drop off something." He eyed Alayni over for a long few moments, then shook his head and glanced down to Gage. "Not fighting in the micro skirt after all? Shame."

 

[20:26] Criss Reifsnider points toward the corner near the stage " Restroom is back there"

 

[20:27] Gage nods her head in thanks and steps away from the bar..hefting a bag she forgot to mention cause she pulled it out of her arse... over her shoulder... she wondered off to the john giving Alayni's tail a tug in passing and saying quietly. "Missed ya stranger... watch your back side"

 

[20:28] Alayni Axelrad growled and looked at Chi, "Who she be fightin? Ye better not be harassin her Chi or so help me I will beat ye o'er the head with me..." she looked down and suddenly realized her medical belt was not strapped to her waist as it so customarily was, "With me fist!" she covered herself.

 

[20:29] Garthrim Ranger places the glasses in front of Alayni " there you are " she shouts to To Criss" I have to go, see you later sweetie"

 

[20:30] Criss Reifsnider smiles at Garth " Ok, sweety...be safe out there"

 

[20:30] Gage Surface: so didnt mean to miss Chi's post... insert me flippin him off in there somewhere}}

 

[20:30] Shilandar Deledda snorts and laughs sharply, finishing his drink and pushing it towards where Garth was. "Thanks. What's the matter Alayni, don't think she can handle herself? Sides, she started this one." He turned around to lean back against the bar again, half expecting Gage to step out of the bathroom guns blazing.

 

[20:30] Shilandar Deledda: [It's al good, we all assumed it happened anyway.]

 

[20:33] Criss Reifsnider pours herself another drink " Should i make popcorn?"

 

[20:34] Shilandar Deledda taps his chin before shrugging. "Now that Alayni's here? Sure, she always puts on an interesting show."

 

[20:34] Alayni Axelrad just pft and pulled the glass of rum to her, lifting it to her lips and letting the caramel liquid slide down her throat until it was empty, then chasing it down with the soda. When finished she wiped her mouth on her arm warmers, "Well if ye expect me to think ye dinna somehow deserve it regardless...ye be expectin wrong." she grinned. "And suren she can handle herself just fine, I just wanted an excuse to bonk ye. That be bonk mind ye, not boink, dinna even think about twistin me word around." she noticed the bartender had left so she slid her credits over to Criss instead, "If ye want to lass, while yer at it could ye be so kind as to make me another drink I would be eternal grateful."

 

[20:37] Shilandar Deledda rasies a brow at the cat's words before he sighed, giving her a most solemn, utterly un-sarcastic look from his crimson gaze. "I had no intention of twisting those wrds around, gal.. you do that on your own well enough... an' you're not nearly drunk enough yet to assume you want to fuck me, even if it proves it was on your mind." Eyes rolled while a hand checked his pocket, making sure he hadn'tlost anything of slightly important nature on the tip here.

 

[20:37] Criss Reifsnider nodded to Alayna and fixed her drink quickly, then set it in front of her " There ya go" She took a sip from drink and leaned back before lighting herself a smoke and grinned to herself at the barbs thrown at Chi.

 

[20:39] Nivriti Karu comes in through teh main door for a change and stumbles a bit as her toe gets caught in teh grating on teh dance floor. She glowers apologetically at Criss. "I'm not here to work. I am here to drink. And I'm sorry I was such a cunt."

[20:39] Criss Reifsnider waves over to Nivvy " Hey.....you come here to bitch?" laughs " what are you drinking?"

 

[20:40] Alayni Axelrad just grins and thaks Criss, chugging the drink down again as a true scottish woman ought. "Ah so that be what ye wanted for Christmas Chi! I believe ye were on Santa's naughty list this year, maybe ye get what ye wish for next year hm?" she winked. "Ye got me necklace? Ye said ye would make suren ye had it when I seen ye next." she wonders what is taking Gage so long in the bathroom and hopes Chi didnt slip anything into her drink.

 

[20:40] Nivriti Karu hiccups once. Loudly. "jameson's. Leave the bottle."

[20:41] Alayni Axelrad: thanks*

 

[20:42] Criss Reifsnider sets up the jamesons bottle and whiskey glass for Niv " Just keep drinking Niv....you can avoid the hangover that way"

 

[20:43] Nivriti Karu leans on teh bar with her right elbow and smiles crookedly at the man next to her. She thinks she's seen him before, but she's immediately taken by his eyes. "Dude - your eyes are redder than mine..." she trails off, shrugs, pours herself a drink.

 

[20:44] Gage slipped out of the bathroom and dropped her back at the base of Alayni's seat. "God.. thank the creators for wet naps and mini travel bottles of bathroom stuff.. I feel almost new... another vodka please"

 

[20:46] Shilandar Deledda almost wished he had, as it ould have gone well with him joking about doing such earlier. Alas, all that was in Gage's stomch as alcohol and whatever passed for lunch in this city. "Nah... that would involve being nice to you girls instead of leaving another redhead panther dead in the sewers.. and I so enjoyed that last kill." Eyes glanced to Nivriti with a soft chuckle, just smiling to himself. "You don't say... somehow, I think I've heard tht before." Likely not, he'd only spoken to Niv perhaps twice i existence. He recalls being told she was 'warned' about him, but wasn't likely to listen. Then he tilts his head towards the exiting Gage and offers her a slow nod. "Very nice...and your collar's somewhere around here, Alayni."

 

[20:46] Criss Reifsnider takes the last drag from her cig and crushes it out in the ashtray she slid down the bar and poured another vodka for Gage

 

[20:49] Gage slides a few credits down the bar and snags her drink. "Hmm.. I think I know a someone else that likes retina's as well.... have to add that to the list of parts to keep..." and took a sip of her drink

 

[20:49] Nivriti Karu hoiks herself up onto the bar and lays across it, her bum wiggling in the air as she scoots across and reaches behind the bar, looking for the dusty bowl of macadamia nuts. She kicks her legs back like a swimmer making a turn, slides back down to ghe floor and pulls the bowl in front of her. She picks up a nut, blows the dust off, and starts nibbling.

 

[20:50] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) slowly walks in her eyes almost vacant. She wo uld step up to the bar"teh strongest fucking drink you have please..."she almost begged.

 

[20:50] Alayni Axelrad coughed a bit from all the smoke, her ears splaying out in opposite directions as she did so. She glared at Chi. "How many times I got o be tellin ye Chi...it is a NECKLACE...not a collar!" she noticed Arwen coming in from behind and offered her a wane smile, having just heard what happened to her girlfriend on her medic radio, "Lass come here..." she extended her arms out to her.

 

[20:51] Criss Reifsnider nods to the blonde haired girl " Welcome, can I get you a drink?"

 

[20:54] Gage Surface butted out her smoke and exhaled in Chi's direction. "Sorry Ala..let me know next time if youts bothering you." and took note of arwen's appearence. " Why is it every time I see you, you look like you did a header into a transport truck and lost?"

 

[20:55] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) looks at Criss"something strong please."She would look at Alayni and shakes her head slowly"I just want to get drunk right now Alayni.....Gage.....claire went insane yesterday...and tried to kill me...then.....today she....."she shuts up"drink please..."

 

[20:55] Shilandar Deledda "I think, Gage, min ewouldn't sell that well." He then pushes himself up off the bar, laughing to himself and avoiding the gaseous fumes. "Yes, yes, Necklace, choker... of course." He shook his head and started for the door, passing by Arwen via just a few inches and flicking the cat's tail. "Maybe she'll be at the Houn's Head... or has the name changed again?"

 

[20:57] Criss Reifsnider nodded to the blonde and brought out a bottle of everclear and held it up " this is the strongest we got, do you want anything in it.....maybe some nip?"

 

[20:58] Alayni Axelrad smiled at Gage and patted her tails, "Dinna want to impose me preferences on ye lass. I'll live." she looked at Chi headed for the door then started up, though almost falling over as she stood, and leaned back against the stool, "Ah...rum hits good when it be hittin. Chi....c'mon now lad yer leavin already? Arent ye forgettin somethin?" she placed a hand on Arwen's shoulder and patted her just a little, "Yer drinks be on me tab ok lass?"

 

[20:58] Nivriti Karu pours another drink and bites a macadamia nut. She starts coughing as it goes down the wrong way - and she panics as her stomach starts to rebel. She covers her mouth and runs out the door to the pier.

 

[20:59] Gage arched a brow as Chi made to leave. "Hope you werent trying to ditch out on our busness?" and pushed away from the bar. "And you would be surprised what people will buy.. someone might need to fix a pet or something"

[20:59] Criss Reifsnider took out the vial of nip concentrate and set it on the bar to show her " It's 10 credits a drop"

 

[21:00] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) looks down"I got her to ashagi...maybe my parents can do something there was a small bit of vitals....I was told by my aunt to get stinking drunk...."

 

[21:00] Alayni Axelrad looked at Criss, "Give er what she needs lass, put it on me tab."

 

[21:01] Savvanna Khandr wonders in and looks around she wondered over to the bar adn slid ont the stool almost knocked over as the girl ran by her why was she here seh was broker than that beer bottle on teh side walk but anything was better than standing around on teh street

 

[21:02] Shilandar Deledda glanced back over his shulder and stops, looking to the stumbling Alayni, then Gage, and finally stares at Arwen to actually -notice- the injuries. "Reminds me of another skinny, short ass white tiger.. an' no Alayni, I'm just not giving it to you until you give me somethin' for it. Remember that whole trade bit we discussed?" He kept on towards hte door, slipping by Gage. "An you seriously wanted to fight today, hm? An' here I didn' even get what I wanted out of this trip... tsk." Hi shand went to the door, glancing back towards the cats again before smiling and pushing it open.

 

[21:03] Criss Reifsnider watched as Nivvy headed toward the doors in a hurry, then smiled at Alayna " Oh sure, one drop should be plenty for her" giggled as she took the dropper and held it over the glass of Everclear, and waited and watched as it dropped in the glass, she slid it back across the bar " Cheers"

 

[21:04] Criss Reifsnider smiled at the girl with the dark hair " Welcome..can i get you a drink?"

 

[21:05] Savvanna Khandr she frowned remmbering she really had no reason to be here and stood up wihtout a word and almost ran for teh door way hearing the girl call to her she threw up her hand dismissivly " no thanks" and continued out the door she was gonna go see if she could find somoene to pick pocket

 

[21:06] Gage growled. "Fucking asshole" and stepped around the other hybrids to make for the door. "I'll be back in a few" She called back to Ala and arwen. "I have to go stick soething sharp and pointy up his ass"

 

[21:06] Criss Reifsnider announced to the bar " i'll be right back" and grabbed the Jamesons and headed out the door to check on Niv

 

[21:07] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) shrugs and then looks at te everclear, not sure what it was or how strong it was however she just downs it like a glass of water.

 

[21:08] Alayni Axelrad just blinked in bewilderment as they all ran out after Chi. She shrugged and turned around. She damn sure wasnt gonna go chasing after him. She scowled, a little miffed, and not even sure why at this point. She grabbed the bottle of rum on the other side of the bar and chugged it, glancing over to Arwen and sighing, then pours her a glass of the rum too once she noticed how fast the everclear was drained. "Damn lass, n'er seen anyone take everclear like that before...cept maybe me..."she chuckled good naturedly, trying to cheer her up.

 

[21:23] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) sees the drink from the npc of rum and the one alayni got her.she would down one after another, not giving a damn if it messed her braincells up.She was getting text in her brain, but ignored them right now

 

[21:26] Alayni Axelrad while waiting for an answer from the bar tender she pulls out a phone and attempts to send a text

 

[21:28] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) sways a li ttle , she grabs the bar"Please more..."she pleads with Criss"just keep them coming"

 

[21:29] Alayni Axelrad receives the answer to her text and smiles, "Arwen, yer mum wishes ye to know that ye shouldnt fret, she is takin care o Claire right now and says she will be alright."

 

[21:35] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) looks at alayni, swaying"she .....alayni...."her legs gave way collapsing.

 

[21:36] Alayni Axelrad would try and catch her just before she hit the floor, draping her arm o'er her shoulder. "Think ye have had quite enough to drink there lass. No shame in knowin when to stop." she would try and lift her chin up to look at her, "Ye hear what I said lass? Claire is going to be ok."

 

[21:44] Arwen Dubios (arwen.eiren) just sits there, blank look, she was in shock, and it wasnt the booze, the near death of her mate hit her hard.She would pass out against alayni

 

[21:46] Alayni Axelrad looked around, to ensure no one was watching. Upon noticing no one was there, would scoop the girl up as if she weighed nothing at all, to carry her home

  

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Title: "Az Osztrák-Magyar Monarchia irásban és képben. Rudolf trónörökös főherczeg Ő ... fensége kezdeményezéséből és közremunkálásával. (Die deutsche Ausgabe redigirt ... J. von Weilen, die ungarische M. Jókai.) Hung", "Appendix. Topography and Travels"

Author: Austria

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10215.k.1."

Volume: 14

Page: 408

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1885

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Kristy is sick of people, especially partners, assuming that being a stay-at-home mom means that you actually sit at home all day. This mom is fed up with the assumption that because you don’t work in an office that means your house is never a mess and if it is, it’s because you did “absolutely nothing” all day.

 

According to Kristy, any spouse or friend who has ever had this thought is overlooking one tiny detail about any stay-at-home mom’s day:

 

There is a human or humans that she is in charge of and responsible for meeting their every need, want, desire, and more. They forget that she does clean, only to have the kid projectile vomit all over the floor she just mopped. That she finished the dishes from last night’s dinner only to have it fill up with breakfast and lunch dishes. That she picks up all the toys during their nap time only to have even more toys scattered everywhere when they awake. That she didn’t even have time to enjoy a hot meal that day let alone sit down all day eating those magical bon bons people keep referring to. That if she is sitting down for longer than fifteen minutes there is a 99 percent possibility it’s because she has a baby attached to her boob, so there is not much else she could or even should be doing in those moments.

 

For the partners coming home after a long day of work, Kristy urged them in her post to Facebook to understand where the mother of their children is coming from when she sees you.

 

“She craves even just five precious minutes to herself where she can get her head on straight, [but has] to fantasize about it instead,” she wrote. “She is envious of her partner’s thirty minute commute to and from work to be alone listening to a great audiobook or something other than ‘The Wheels on the Bus.’ She counts down the minutes until her partner gets home so she could have someone to talk to that doesn’t say ‘Goo goo ga ga’ back. She wants, no in fact she needs, to hear the every detail of your day, no matter how small.”

 

For any dad who is sadly mistaken about how his wife is spending her time, Kristy urges them to understand that there are most likely days that she wishes she could trade places with you.

 

So the next time you see the house is not so tidy and she only seemed to have the energy to cook a frozen meal that night, just look at the kids and remember she is their whole world, so every part of the house you feel she neglected went to keeping those tiny humans loved, fed, and happy instead. Give her a kiss and ask what can you do FOR her, even though you’re tired and were working all day, she worked too, but she didn’t get three required breaks and that commute to and from work like you do. She worked hard, even if you can’t tell she did. Just look at the beautiful smiles on your kids. Instead of keeping tabs on what she didn’t get done, because nine times out of ten, she has neglected herself most of all.

 

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Author: VÉRTESI, Arnold.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10058.bbb.4."

Page: 69

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1878

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Author: VÉRTESI, Arnold.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10058.bbb.4."

Page: 122

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Author: LINDENBERG, Paul.

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Page: 191

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Hello Holly here from BNN. I have been tired lately but have a news report thanks to minkidynamite the head of the station. She has passed on the following letter from Leonor the Traveling Blythe. Lets give her a big thanks for getting this letter to us.

 

Hi Holly,

 

this is Leonor calling! I just arrived in Leipzig (Germany) at FrolleinSuzy’s house. I thought I should give you a call with the news – as you know I stayed the last weeks at minkidynamite’s in Vienna (Austria) where we went hiking and to an amusementpark. minkidynamite collapsed at the hills but I did great and built a tent and managed to survive very well. Otherwise I didn’t see much, she didn’t even showed me Schönbrunn, that awful host! I talked with Luka and Perrin, the traveling girls from last round, and Luka got the full tourist tour in Vienna and Perrin even was taken on a trip to Firenze and Rome and met Gbaby there. Yes, that Gbaby! And what did I get? A closed amusement park!

Ah but well, why did I call you? Ah news, yes yes. I didn’t see Italy but we went to Germany. To Berlin, yes! The human and her bf are pretty useless when it comes to driving cars so they had to ask their siblings to drive them .... pffft pffft yeah I know! But minkidynamite got us rented a shiny new car. It was a Opel Astra Kombi, it took us some time to find it on the parking lot of sixt because neither the useless minkidynamite nor her useless sister did know what a Opel looks like. Hilarious! It was the next car to the door and I bet the people of sixt had quite a show.

The drive took a little bit over 8 hours, we crossed the Czech Republic and got lost a bit because the GPS always got crazy at the most awful points. We even enjoyed a traffic jam! But finally we arrived to Berlin at 1am, but had to park at the periphery because only cars with a „emission-badge“ are allowed to drive in the inner city which is a low emission zone. So if you are going by car to Berlin once, keep that in mind! Berlin has a great public transport system (I bet one of the best in Europe) and also cabs are quite cheap, so that is no problem at all. Also the periphery of Berlin is not so much peripher as you would think. Does that make sense to you?

On Saturday we got up in the morning and drove to the „Forum Factory“ by subway. Visiting the „Forum Factory“ was the only reason for this trip – it will be the venue for BlytheCon Europe next summer! Outside we met with dr.spice a blythe lover from Berlin and a staff member showed us round. Forum Factory is an art gallery, they were just taking down one exhibition when we arrived and it was kind of busy. So we went upstairs first, where we were showed the separated workshop rooms (!) and got asked a few questions about the planned BCEU. Of course they had no idea what a BlytheCon is all about. dr.spice and minkidynamite got a chance to ask questions too. I learned that it is very important to know about security regulations and other event-organizing-things, or what they need to know to set up a final offer. The talking took quite long, so I napped and only woke up when the human dragged me downstairs again. Downstairs is one 80m² lounge with couches and a bar and next to it a 300m² big hall with large windows on the ceiling. Well, it is a white hall – how exciting can that be? But imagine it filled with Blythes, humans and colors! WOW! All in all the visit to Forum Factory was a success – we all were so thrilled about it! :) Here is a photo of me: www.flickr.com/photos/mmmunki/6362128733/in/photostream After that we had walk to Friedrichstrasse and I even got to see Checkpoint Charlie – a must for tourists in Berlin. The rest of the day we walked and ate through Berlin, visited a friend of minkidynamites at his bike saloon (he is restoring and selling racing bikes). The drive back on Sunday was quite a nightmare as thick fog was coming up and we nearly ran out of fuel on the Czech highway but we safely arrived in Vienna late at night. :) Almost immediately I got packed away ... ah prepared for traveling to FrolleinSuzy the next day. That means I was traveling to Germany twice in only one week – is this so called „organizer“ crazy? They simply should have dropped me out when we were passing near Leipzig on the highway, I would have found my way! Anyway FrolleinSuzy just told me the plans for this week. First we are going to a „Studienmesse“, FrolleinSuzy’s daughter will gather information on studying in the region of middle Germany and next week the Christmasmarkets open their doors! That will be fun, I hear FrolleinSuzy doesn’t say ‚no’ to one or two glasses of hot spiced wine.

Love Leonor

 

BlytheCon Europe - June, 30th 2012 in Berlin, Germany

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Everyone at the station would like to wish all of you a Happy and Healthy Thanksgiving! Good Night from BNN.

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Page: 283

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1878

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Title: "Collezione delle più interessanti vedute e monumenti della città di Pisa, disegnate dal vero da G. Rossi, ed incise all'acquerello da Angiolo Cappiardi, etc"

Author: ROSSI, Giuseppe - of Florence, Artist

Contributor: CAPPIARDI, Angelo.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10151.h.32."

Page: 16

Place of Publishing: Firenze

Date of Publishing: 1823

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 003166126

 

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Title: "Le Bosphore et Constantinople, avec perspectives des pays limitrophes, etc. [With plates and maps.]"

Author: CHIKHACHEV, Petr Aleksandrovich.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10125.ff.17."

Page: 417

Place of Publishing: Paris

Date of Publishing: 1864

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 000684660

 

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I’m staying with friends and they have a fancy house with tremendous views. They also have a newborn. There is one section of the house where there is a sheer edge and no guardrail, and a narrow ledge between the top of the stairs and the main landing that I negotiate slowly. I ask them how they are going to install a barrier for when the kid starts walking? She says, no, we won’t need one. I look back out over the ledge, to the unblocked view of the mountains, shocked.

 

We are waiting in a restaurant. My brother has ordered a special dish, my mom is there waiting with us to pick it up.

 

We’re on an expedition and I’m looking at a map. There is a lake with a large island in the middle. We need to bring water, I realize, at least two gallons per person. My brothers and I start swimming out, in parallel paths. In the distance I a boat sails behind the island, and I point it out, that is our goal.

 

We reach the boat and I am part of the temporary crew, and am going to help to command the ship. We check out the command quarters, it is a roomy place with coatracks for everyone and a small room on the bow. Nobody is there. We head over to the room on the bow and open it.

 

There is a window looking out onto the water, and the ship starts to move, tossing and turning.

 

Breakfast

6 eggs, a quarter block of a round of brie.

 

I shower, get ready to head out to climb in the morning and avoid the crowds. I then end up back in bed. I’d prefer to nap at home, than in the gym.

 

Around noon I take the R train out to the climbing gym. There is still snow on the ground.

 

After signing in and depositing my clothes in a locker, I head out for a run. I put on gloves, hat, and running in Merrills instead of the usual Vibrams, to avoid freezing my toes.

 

The park is white. There are kids sliding around on plastic sleds. I wonder if there will be a game tomorrow.

 

I run a bit further and happen on another pickup game, this time playing Frisbee goal – a half-court version of ultimate. I debate playing – I am in running flats, not cleats, and I’m not sure I can throw with gloves on.

 

After a few minutes I step in, and it seems fine. I am not slipping too much, though it is tricky to keep balance. I make a few terrible, embarrassing throws but then warm up and things are little better. I’m still ashamed of how bad my forehand is, I will need to practice. Everyone is generally friendly but this is a higher intensity game that the Sunday pickup, these people know each other and play on club teams. I’m confused by the substitution rules. I try not to cringe too much when I keep on getting it wrong – subbing in at the wrong time, not subbing out when I am supposed to, not giving a high-five. It makes me feel like an outsider and not like the guy correcting me very much, but after a few other people also make the same mistakes, I feel a little better. It doesn’t help that my confidence in my disc handling skills is pretty low. But I make a few catches and plays, which helps.

 

After about an hour of running around, I say goodbye and I head out for the rest of my run. I take the long way around the lake. My legs are a tired from playing, feet sore from the different running shoes. I like exploring the paths, they are different each time. Fifty minutes total time.

 

Back at the gym, people are standing in line waiting for the counter service, and bunches of novice climbers crowd around the bouldering walls. I get a pack of beef jerky and settle on a couch, munching it. I manage a few climbs, but somehow pull my left index finger, and am not really into the climbing. I feel put off by the crowds, unsure about my strength, and alone. Numb.

 

I get a burger at my usual place, warming me up. On the way home stop by the Modell’s to see if I can find soccer cleats. None of them look right. I decide to head to the Adidas store in Manhattan.

 

There I spend a while trying to decide between a set of soccer cleats (which are very comfortable but also expensive) and a turf cleat, which I can use as a heavy duty shoe as well, and is about 1/3rd the price, but doesn’t give me as deep a grip. I decide on the latter.

 

I head home, and have a brief dinner of cheese and crackers and pepperoni. My eyes are drooping. I take a shower, and debate going out as I had planned, on a mini pub crawl. I end up sleeping on the couch. I stay there until 8pm and I decide to head out, uptown to the West Village.

 

I sit down at the counter and have a glass of wine, and watch. A group of two women and one man comes in, and the woman on the end continually makes dull exclamations. Behind me there seems to be a first date going on. I can hear the guy describing how he rides up the GW bridge, what company landscapes are like, half of the time looking off into the distance. I try to imagine if his date is interested and examining his face, or bored out of her mind. I feel left out.

 

I watch the candle in front of me on the bar, the flecks of carbon floating in the wax, stirred by convection, and try to shut out the conversation and music and noise and hear what is going on in my own head. My vision expands briefly and I feel calmer, but the distractions are too much, and I go back to observing and reacting.

 

After another glass of wine, I close the tab and head back out into the cold. I stop briefly by another bar. It is quieter there. It is also filled with tall people standing around, and tables of people who look like they work in banks. I’m not interested in seeing any more.

 

I take the subway back home, glad that it is not too late, and feeling a little let down. I stop by the convenience store and pick up some things to eat, the other half of dinner, I had had a piece of pizza earlier. My stomach aches from the wine I have drunk. It is hard to drift off.

 

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Title: "A Rudolf és Stefánia tavakhoz. Teleki Samuel Gróf felfedező útja Kelet-Afrika egyenlitői vidékein 1887-1888-ban ... Egyetlen jogosított magyar kiadás"

Author: HOEHNEL, Ludwig von.

Contributor: TELEKI, Samuel - Count, Traveller

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 010096.ff.20."

Page: 387

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1891

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 001702433

 

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Title: "A fölkelő nap országa. Regényes utazás Japánban"

Author: VÉRTESI, Arnold.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10058.bbb.4."

Page: 73

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1878

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 003781950

 

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You just want to relax and watch the sun go down. And like the sun, you want to just go to take a nap. Hope you are staying out of the heat!

 

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Title: "A fölkelő nap országa. Regényes utazás Japánban"

Author: VÉRTESI, Arnold.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10058.bbb.4."

Page: 185

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1878

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 003781950

 

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Title: "A fölkelő nap országa. Regényes utazás Japánban"

Author: VÉRTESI, Arnold.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 10058.bbb.4."

Page: 173

Place of Publishing: Budapest

Date of Publishing: 1878

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 003781950

 

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Title: "Архивъ Князя Воронцова ... Бумаги Графа М. Л. Воронцова. [Edited by P. I. Bartenev.]"

Author: VORONTSOV, Mikhail Larionovich - Prince

Contributor: BARTENEV, Petr Ivanovich.

Shelfmark: "British Library HMNTS 09455.f.16."

Volume: 10

Page: 11

Place of Publishing: ru

Date of Publishing: 1870

Issuance: monographic

Identifier: 003817098

 

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