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Publisher: Random House Children's
Published: 3/10/15
Source: ARC from publisher for review
The kingdom of Goredd: a world where humans and dragons share life with an uneasy balance, and those few who are both human and dragon must hide the truth. Seraphina is one of these, part girl, part dragon, who is reluctantly drawn into the politics of her world. When war breaks out between the dragons and humans, she must travel the lands to find those like herself—for she has an inexplicable connection to all of them, and together they will be able to fight the dragons in powerful, magical ways.My thoughts:
As Seraphina gathers this motley crew, she is pursued by humans who want to stop her. But the most terrifying is another half dragon, who can creep into people's minds and take them over. Until now, Seraphina has kept her mind safe from intruders, but that also means she's held back her own gift. It is time to make a choice: Cling to the safety of her old life, or embrace a powerful new destiny?
I enjoyed the first book, Seraphina, but I think I ended up enjoying this one even more. The worldbuilding continues in this book and the worlds, both inner and outer, get even more detailed. I really loved traveling along with Seraphina.
Seraphina also comes much more into her own. The growth continues and she really questions ambitions and wants in a new way. She learns to discard things that were once a crutch to get through life and have now become a hindrance. We also see her reevaluate her idea of a utopia for half dragons. She finds that she never even considered how the others would view her utopia. I loved this growth in her. We also see that while the outer changes occur, they only anticipate the inner changes within everyone. It is a new world for dragon and human kind.
My only complaint is the romance. It doesn't quite live up to everything going on and I really didn't like how the romance was "solved" in the end. However, since it is a minor subject to the adventure at hand, it didn't bother me as much as it may bother some. The scope of the whole tale seemed to outweigh my need for romance in this book.
I give this book 4 1/2 stars. I enjoyed the first but this one really gave me more of what I craved. Answers take a while to get to but they are there! We not only see our heroine have inner growth but almost everyone she meets. I highly recommend this series to those that want to get into fantasy and those that already love it. It is a great story for the YA and adult crowd.


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I was invited to come over to the Tate Switch Room and take some images of the new restaurant areas earlier this week. It was a long but enjoyable day. I had access to all of the new bars and eateries in the Tate and had a great time shooting in the new building.
It's a very cavernous space, mostly created with polished concrete giving a brutalist look which seems to suit the environment.
The downstairs bar is a light and airy place serving great food and beer. Currently they have ales provided by the Wylam brewery in Newcastle. I was lucky enough to shoot the launch evening and spoke briefly to the brewers themselves, John Boyle & Robin Leighton who espoused the clean lines which ensured that the brew wasn't sullied in any way.
The view from Level 7 of Tate Modern is hard to beat in London. get there early to have a window seat, enjoy the view over the Thames with a great coffee provided by the lovely staff.
The new members area in The Switch Room is lovely too, it's light and airy and a wonderful place to work out of the way of interruptions, free wi-fi and power all for £70 / year. I really can't think of a better place to work.
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Entry to Windsor Castle State Apartments - Visit Queen Mary's Dolls' House & St George's Chapel
October to March: Daily
Meeting point: Bus Stop 1 Bulleid Way, 123-151 Buckingham Palace Rd, Victoria, London SW1W 9SH
Meeting time: 11:30am
Departure: 11:45am
The tour finishes between 5:30pm in Gloucester Road (Kensington).
April to September: Daily
Meeting point: Bus Stop 1 Bulleid Way, 123-151 Buckingham Palace Rd, Victoria, London SW1W 9SH
Meeting time: 1:30pm
Departure: 1:45pm
The tour finishes between 6:30pm in Gloucester Road (Kensington).
Gloucester Road Underground Station is in Zone 1 and is three stops Eastbound on the Circle Line or the District Line to Victoria. The Piccadilly Line also runs through Gloucester Road, and is only 5 stops to Piccadilly Circus.
Face coverings are no longer mandatory in Windsor Castle, however they are encouraged.
St. George's Chapel is usually closed to visitors on Sundays as services are held throughout the day. Worshippers are welcome to attend the services.
You must bring the e-ticket provided to gain entry to this tour
This tour is unescorted
During peak periods additional vehicles without Wi-Fi may be used
Our vehicles are modern, comfortable, and kept to the highest standards of cleanliness, including a deep clean every day
Departing from Central London, your driver will take you straight to Windsor Castle for an extended visit. Upon arrival at Windsor Castle audio guides are available in different languages.
Windsor Castle
Steeped in history, Windsor Castle perches proudly on a lush wooded hill overlooking the Thames. Dating back to Norman times, with sweeping landscaped gardens and turreted Round Tower, it's easy to see why it's the King's favorite weekend residence. Enjoy a fascinating through–the–keyhole peek at the lavish State Apartments, home to priceless artworks by Rembrandt and Leonardo da Vinci, and visit St. George's Chapel, the atmospheric final resting place of former monarchs including Henry VIII. You can visit Queen Mary's Dolls' House, a truly incredible structure complete with working lifts, running water, electricity and wine bottles, all in miniature!This tour is unescorted and you will spend approximately 2 hours in Windsor Castle.


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Check out Jo Walton's My Real Children, available May 20th from Tor Books! Read an excerpt below, and learn more about the cover design here.
It's 2015, and Patricia Cowan is very old. "Confused today," read the notes clipped to the end of her bed. She forgets things she should know—what year it is, major events in the lives of her children.
But she remembers things that don't seem possible. She remembers marrying Mark and having four children. And she remembers not marrying Mark and raising three children with Bee instead. She remembers the bomb that killed President Kennedy in 1963, and she remembers Kennedy in 1964, declining to run again after the nuclear exchange that took out Miami and Kiev.
Her childhood, her years at Oxford during the Second World War—those were solid things. But after that, did she marry Mark or not? Did her friends all call her Trish, or Pat? Had she been a housewife who escaped a terrible marriage after her children were grown, or a successful travel writer with homes in Britain and Italy? And the moon outside her window: does it host a benign research station, or a command post bristling with nuclear missiles?
"Confused today," they wrote on her notes. "Confused. Less confused. Very confused." That last was written frequently, sometimes abbreviated by the nurses to just "VC," which made her smile, as if she were sufficiently confused to be given a medal for it. Her name was on the notes too—just her first name, Patricia, as if in old age she were demoted to childhood, and denied both the dignity of surname and title and the familiarity of the form of her name she preferred. The notes reminded her of a school report with the little boxes and fixed categories into which it was so difficult to express the real complexity of any situation. "Spelling atrocious." "Needs to pay attention." "Confused today." They seemed remote and Olympian and impossible to appeal. "But Miss!" the kids would say in more recent years. She would never have dared when she was in school, and neither would the obedient girls of her first years of teaching. "But Miss!" was a product of their growing confidence, trickle-down feminism, and she welcomed it even as it made her daily work harder. She wanted to say it now herself to the nurses who added to her notes: "But Miss! I'm only a little confused today!"
The notes hung clipped to the end of her bed. They listed her medication, the stuff for her heart she had been taking for years since the first attack. She was grateful that they remembered it for her now, the abrupt Latin syllables. She liked to check the notes from time to time, even though the staff discouraged it if they caught her at it. The notes had the date, which otherwise was hard to remember, and even the day of the week, which she so easily lost track of here, where all days were alike. She could even forget what time of year it was, going out so seldom, which she would have thought impossible. Not knowing the season really was a sign of severe confusion.
Sometimes, especially at first, she looked at the notes to see how confused she appeared to them, but often lately she forgot, and then forgot what she had forgotten to do among the constant morass of things she needed to keep track of and the endless muddle of notes reminding herself of what she had meant to do. She had found a list once that began "Make list." VC, the attendants would have written if they had seen it; but that was long before the dementia began, when she had been still quite young, although she had not thought so at the time. She had never felt older than those years when the children were small and so demanding of her attention. She had felt it a new lease on youth when they were grown and gone, and the constant drain on her time and caring was relieved. Not that she had ever stopped caring. Even now when she saw their faces, impossibly middle-aged, she felt that same burden of unconditional loving tugging at her, their needs and problems, and her inability to keep them safe and give them what they wanted.
It was when she thought of her children that she was most truly confused. Sometimes she knew with solid certainty that she had four children, and five more stillbirths: nine times giving birth in floods of blood and pain, and of those, four surviving. At other times she knew equally well that she had two children, both born by caesarean section late in her life after she had given up hope. Two children of her body, and another, a stepchild, dearest of them all. When any of them visited she knew them, knew how many of them there were, and the other knowledge felt like a dream. She couldn't understand how she could be so muddled. If she saw Philip she knew he was one of her three children, yet if she saw Cathy she knew she was one of her four children. She recognized them and felt that mother's ache. She was not yet as confused as her own mother had been at last when she had not known her, had wept and fled from her and accused her of terrible crimes. She knew that time would come, when her children and grandchildren would be strangers. She had watched her mother's decline and knew what lay ahead. In her constant struggle to keep track of her glasses and her hearing aid and her book it was this that she dreaded, the day when they came and she did not know them, when she would respond to Sammy politely as to a stranger, or worse, in horror as to an enemy.
She was glad for their sake that they didn't have to witness it every day, as she had done. She was glad they had found her this nursing home, even if it seemed to shift around her from day to day, abruptly thrusting out new wings or folding up on itself to make a wall where yesterday there had been a corridor. She knew there was a lift, and yet when the nurses told her that was nonsense she took the stairlift as docilely as she could. She remembered her mother struggling and fighting and insisting, and let it go. When the lift was there again she wanted to tell the nurse in triumph that she had been right, but it was a different nurse. And what was more likely, after all—that it was the dementia ("VC"), or that place kept changing? They were gentle and well-meaning, she wasn't going to ascribe their actions to malice as her mother had so easily ascribed everything. Still, if she was going to forget some things and remember others, why couldn't she forget the anguish of her mother's long degeneration and remember where she had put down her hearing aids?
Two of the nurses were taking her down to the podiatrist one day—she was so frail now that she needed one on each side to help her shuffle down the corridor. They stood waiting for the elusive lift, which appeared to be back in existence today. The wall by the lift was painted an institutional green, like many of the schools where she had taught. It was a color nobody chose for their home, but which any committee thought appropriate for a school or a hospital or a nursing home. Hanging on the wall was a reproduction of a painting, a field of poppies. It wasn't Monet as she had thought on earlier casual glances; it was one of the Second Impressionist school of the Seventies. "Pamela Corey," she said, remembering.
"No," the male nurse said, patronizing as ever. "It's David Hockney. Corey painted the picture of the ruins of Miami we have in the little day room."
"I taught her," she said.
"No, did you?" the female nurse asked. "Fancy having taught somebody famous like that, helped somebody become a real artist."
"I taught her English, not art," Pat said, as the lift came and they all three went in. "I do remember encouraging her to go on to the Royal Academy." Pamela Corey had been thin and passionate in the sixth form, and torn between Oxford and painting. She remembered talking to her about safe and unsafe choices, and what one might regret.
"Somebody famous," the female nurse repeated, breaking her train of thought.
"She wasn't famous then," Pat said. "Nobody is. You never know until too late. They're just people like everyone else. Anyone you know might become famous. Or not. You don't know which ones will make a difference or if any of them will. You might become famous yourself. You might change the world."
"Bit late for that now," the nurse said, laughing that little deprecating laugh that Pat always hated to hear other women use, the laugh that diminished possibilities.
"It's not too late. You'd be amazed how much I've done since I was your age, how much difference I've made. You can do whatever you want to, make yourself whatever you want to be."
The nurse recoiled a little from her vehemence. "Calm down now, Patricia," the male nurse said on her other side. "You're scaring poor Nasreen."
She grimaced. Men always diminished her that way, and what she had been saying had been important. She turned back to the female nurse, but they were out of the lift and in a corridor she'd never seen before, a corridor with heather-twill carpet, and though she had been sure they were going to the podiatrist it was an opthalmologist who was waiting in the sunny little room. Confused, she thought. Confused again, and maybe she really was scaring the nurses. Her mother had scared her. She hated to close herself back in the box of being a good girl, to appease, to smile, to let go of the fierce caring that had been so much a part of who she was. But she didn't want to terrify people either.
Later, back in her bedroom with a prescription for new reading glasses that the nurse had taken away safely, she tried to remember what she had been thinking about Pamela. Follow your heart, she had said, or perhaps follow your art. Of course Pamela hadn't been famous then, and there had been nothing to mark her as destined for fame. She'd been just another girl, one of the hundreds or thousands of girls she had taught. Towards the end there had been boys too, after they went comprehensive, but it was the girls she especially remembered. Men had enough already; women were socialized not to put themselves first. She certainly had been. It was women who needed more of a hand making choices.
She had made choices. Thinking about that she felt the strange doubling, the contradictory memories, as if she had two histories that both led her to this point, this nursing home. She was confused, there was no question about that. She had lived a long life. They asked her how old she was and she said she was nearly ninety, because she couldn't remember whether she was eighty-eight or eighty-nine, and she couldn't remember if it was 2014 or 2015 either. She kept finding out and it kept slipping away. She was born in 1926, the year of the General Strike; she held on to that. That wasn't doubled. Her memories of childhood were solitary and fixed, clear and single as slides thrown on a screen. It must have happened later, whatever it was that caused it. At Oxford? After? There were no slides any more. Her grandchildren showed her photographs on their phones. They lived in a different world from the world where she had grown up.
A different world. She considered that for a moment. She had never cared for science fiction, though she had friends who did. She had read a children's book to the class once, Penelope Farmer's Charlotte Sometimes, about a girl in boarding school who woke up each day in a different time, forty years behind, changing places with another girl. She remembered they did each other's homework, which worked well enough except when it came to memorizing poetry. She had been forced to memorize just such reams of poetry by her mother, which had come in handy later. She was never at a loss for a quotation. She had probably been accepted into Oxford on her ability to quote, though of course it was the war, and the lack of young men had made it easier for women.
She had been to Oxford. Her memories there were not confusingly doubled. Tolkien had taught her Old English. She remembered him declaiming Beowulf at nine o'clock on a Monday morning, coming into the room and putting the book down with a bang and turning to them all: "Hwaet!" He hadn't been famous then, either. It was years before The Lord of the Rings and all the fuss. Later people had been so excited when she told them she had known him. You can never tell who's going to be famous. And at Oxford, as Margaret Drabble had written, everyone had the excitement of thinking they might be going to be someone famous. She had never imagined that she would be. But she had wondered about her friends, and certainly Mark. Poor Mark.
The indisputable fact was: she was confused. She lost track of her thoughts. She had difficulty remembering things. People told her things and she heard them and reacted and then forgot all about them. She had forgotten that Bethany had been signed by a record label. That she was just as delighted the second time Bethany told her didn't matter. Bethany had been crushed that she had forgotten. Worse, she had forgotten, unforgivably, that Jamie had been killed. She knew that Cathy was wounded that she could have forgotten, even though she had said that she wished she could forget herself. Cathy was so easily hurt, and she wouldn't have hurt her for anything, especially after such a loss, but she had, unthinkingly, because her brain wouldn't hold the memory. How much else had she forgotten and then not even remembered that she had forgotten?
Her brain couldn't be trusted. Now she imagined that she was living in two different realities, drifting between them; but it must be her brain that was at fault, like a computer with a virus that made some sectors inaccessible and others impossible to write to. That had been Rhodri's metaphor. Rhodri was one of the few people who would talk to her about her dementia as a problem, a problem with potential fixes and workarounds. She hadn't seen him for too long. Perhaps he was busy. Or perhaps she had been in the other world, the world where he didn't exist.
She picked up a book. She had given up on trying to read new books, though it broke her heart. She couldn't find where she had put them down and she couldn't remember what she had read so far. She could still re-read old books like old friends, though she knew that too would go; before the end her mother had forgotten how to read. For now, while she could, she read a lot of poetry, a lot of classics. Elizabeth Gaskell's Cranford came to her hand now, and she opened it at random to read about Miss Matty and her financial difficulties back in the time of King William. "The last gigot in England had been seen in Cranford, and seen without a smile."
After a while she let the book drop. It had grown dark outside, and she got up and tottered over to draw the curtains. She made her way carefully, hanging onto the bed and then the wall. They didn't like her to do it without the quad cane but she was safe enough, there wasn't room to fall. Though she had fallen once on her way to the toilet and forgotten that she had a button to call for help. The curtains were navy blue, although she was quite sure there had been a pale green blind the last time. She leaned on the window sill, looking out at the bare branches of a sycamore moving in the breeze. The moon was half-obscured by a thin veil of cloud. Where was this place? Up on the moor? Or was it somewhere along the canal? There might be birds in the branches in the morning. She must remember to come and look. She had her binoculars somewhere. She remembered insisting on holding on to them and Philip saying gently that she wouldn't have any use for them in the nursing home and Jinny saying in her gruff way that she might as well bring them if she wanted them. They must be here somewhere, unless that was in the other world. It would be very unfair if the binoculars were in one world and the tree were in the other.
If there were two worlds.
If there were two worlds, then what caused her to slide between them? They weren't two times as they were for Charlotte. It was the same year, whichever year it was. It was just that things were different, things that shouldn't have been different. She had four children, or three. There was a lift in the nursing home, or there was only a stairlift. She could remember things that couldn't simultaneously be true. She remembered Kennedy being assassinated and she remembered him declining to run again after the Cuban missile exchange. They couldn't both have happened, yet she remembered them both happening. Had she made a choice that could have gone two ways and thereafter had two lives? Two lives that both began in Twickenham in 1926 and both ended here in this nursing home in 2014 or 2015, whichever it was?
She shuffled back and looked at her notes, clipped to the end of the bed. It was February 5th 2015, and she was VC. That was definite, and good to know. She sat down but did not take up the book. It would be suppertime soon, she could hear the trolley moving down the corridor. They'd feed her and then it would be time for bed. This was the same whatever world she was in.
If she had made a choice—well, she knew she had. She could remember as clearly as she could remember anything. She had been in that little phone box in the corridor in The Pines and Mark had said that if she was going to marry him it would have to be now or never. And she had been startled and confused and had stood there in the smell of chalk and disinfectant and girls, and hesitated, and made the decision that changed everything in her life.
Adam: 1933
It was July 1933 and Patsy Cowan was seven years old and they were in Weymouth for two glorious weeks. There was a band in the bandstand, and sculptures of animals made of sand, and donkeys to ride and the sea to swim in, and they were building a sand pulpit for Mr. Price to preach from in the evening. She was wearing a brown cotton bathing suit, though most of the younger children and some of the other seven-year-olds still went bare. She could remember running bare when she had been a mere child, but she liked the bathing suit. Her fine brown hair was tied into bunches on both sides of her head, and when she shook her head hard she could make them slap her cheeks. She didn't do it though, because Oswald said it made her look stupid, shaking her head for nothing. Oswald was just ten, she envied his summer birthdays. He wore long striped swimming shorts, down to his knees, and he was beginning to tan already.
They had come down by the late train on Friday night and today was Sunday, only the second whole day of the holiday, with twelve more whole days to go. They wouldn't all twelve be this glorious, Patsy knew that. The sun couldn't shine all day every day even on holiday, there was bound to be at least one rainy day. But on a rainy day Dad would take them to the museum or to an interesting old church or castle, which might not be as wonderful as a day on the beach but it was still fun. There would also be one afternoon when Dad would take Oswald to see football—"Sorry old girl, this is a boys' afternoon out, just us men!" Dad would say, as he said every year. It did no good to argue that she loved football, or that if Oswald was going to have Dad to himself for an afternoon she should have the same. Dad had pointed out last year that she was having an afternoon with just Mum, and of course even then when she'd been only six she had known better than to complain.
They dug the pulpit with spades and with their hands. The spades had wooden handles and metal blades, and they were just like real spades except for the size. Hers was red and Oswald's was blue, and Mum said that if they lost them they needn't think they were getting any more. Mum was sitting reading on a deck chair she had paid for at the top of the beach, but Dad was right there with them, organizing all the church children building the pulpit. Patsy loved the feeling of sand between her toes and the way sand was so easily shaped and manipulated. She loved making a mark and rubbing it out. Sand was hot on top and cool underneath when you dug, and it was clean, it brushed off, or if it didn't you could easily wash it off if you went down to bathe. Sand wasn't like dirt at home. You could get as sandy as you liked and just run into the water and be all clean again.
Best of all was coming down to the beach early in the morning when the tide had washed away all the marks of the day before, and running on the hard-packed sand making footprints. The first morning Dad had brought them down, they had followed the tracks of a man and a dog, the little paw prints running in and out of the edge of the sea, until at last they caught up with them and saw that the dog was a white and black terrier and the man was just a man who said "Good morning" politely to Dad. But this morning coming down before church they had been the very first, and they had run across the great flat sand in the early morning light, "the lone and level sands stretch far away" as it said in the poem, with the waves lapping with little white edges and beyond them the sea stretching out even further away, stretching all the way to America. Dad walked along the edge of the sea looking for shells and seaweed, but the children ran barefoot and free. Patsy could run as fast as Oswald, even though he was two and a half years older. She could run faster than any of the other seven-year-olds. One day later in the week Dad would organize athletics on the beach, he had promised, and she would win, she knew she would. She could do a handstand every time and a cartwheel twice out of three times.
"This is going to be the best pulpit ever!" she said, digging enthusiastically. "Better than last year. And Mr. Price will give the best sermon ever and convert all the heathens!"
"That's right, old girl," Dad said. "But don't throw your sand out behind you without looking, you're getting it on people."
She looked around guiltily, but he was laughing, not angry, although her sand had spattered his legs. It was so nice to spend whole days with Dad like this. It only ever happened in the summer and perhaps for a day or two at Christmas. He worked so hard selling wirelesses and mending them for people. He went off on his bike before she was up in the morning and sometimes didn't come back until after she was in bed. On Sundays he didn't work, but he was usually so tired that Mum made her and Oswald tiptoe around after they came back from church. Sometimes he would rouse himself in the afternoon and take them out for a walk, or organize a ball game in the park. Then she would catch a glimpse of her summer father, the man who loved to play. He had the older children running down to the sea now with buckets, to bring water to wet the sand to shape it. Patsy dug more carefully.
"Why aren't you a minister, Dad, like Mr. Price?" she asked.
"God didn't call me that way," he replied, talking to her the way she liked, as if she were an equal.
"And He did call you to be a wireless installer?"
"Well, I learned about radio in the war, and so when I was demobbed it seemed like a good choice," he said.
That didn't seem as grand as God calling him."Didn't God—" she began.
"Why do you want me to be a minister anyway, Miss Patsy?" Dad interrupted.
"Ministers only work on Sundays," she said. "You'd be home with us the rest of the time."
For a moment she was afraid from the look on Dad's face that she'd said something naughty, or worse, blasphemous. Her mother shut her in the cupboard when she said anything blasphemous, though she never meant to. She knew thoughts about God and ministers had the potential to get to dangerous places. Then he threw back his head and laughed so much that all the other children laughed too, even though they hadn't been listening and didn't know what he was laughing about, and other groups on the beach, people they didn't know at all, turned their heads and looked at them. Patsy hadn't meant to be funny, but she was so relieved she had been funny by mistake and not blasphemous by mistake that she laughed too, but hers wasn't a real laugh or the infectious hilarity of the other children.
"I must tell Mum that," Dad said. "How she'll laugh! I dare say she'd not like it if I was under her feet six days a week instead of only one!"
Oswald was back with a bucket almost full of sea water. He must have been carrying it very carefully so as to avoid spilling. "Tell Mum what?" he asked.
"Patsy wants me to be a minister so I'll only have to work on Sundays!"
Oswald didn't laugh. "I'm not sure Mum would find that funny," he said.
"No, maybe you're right," Dad agreed.
"Patsy's not a baby any more. She should know that ministers work hard visiting the sick and… writing their sermons and…" it was clear that Oswald's imagination was at an end.
Dad laughed again. "It's all right old boy. I won't say anything to Mum. You're probably right that she wouldn't see the funny side."
"It's just that she wants us to be like Lady Leverside's children," Oswald said.
Dad pulled Patsy onto his lap and patted the sand for Oswald to sit next to him, which he did, setting down the heavy bucket. "She wants the best for you," he said. "For both of you. That's why she wants you to dress nicely and speak properly and all of that. Your Mum worked for Lady Leverside before we were married, and that's where she learned to take care of children. So that's how she knows how to make bathing costumes and recite poetry and all that. I didn't have the advantages you're getting. Your Gran didn't know any of the things you're having the chance to learn from your Mum."
Patsy smiled at the thought of comfortable old Gran reciting poetry. Gran cooked on the fire and made the best toffee in the world, but she wasn't a poetry sort of person somehow.
"But, while it's good that you have those advantages, this is very important, I want you to know that you're just as good as Lord Leverside's children, as good as any children in the world. You can do as much as they can, more. You can do better than them. You can go far and achieve great things."
"But they're honourable children," Patsy said. "The Honourable Letitia and the Honourable Ralph. We're not like them. Mum says we're not."
"She says she doesn't want us to be common," Oswald said.
"Like when you were playing football with the boys and you came home and said—" Patsy started eagerly, but Oswald punched her arm.
"It's not fair repeating tales," he said.
Dad looked at him reproachfully. "It's better than hitting a girl, and one three years younger than you. That's just the kind of thing I'm talking about, where you have the chance to learn better and you should take it."
"Sorry," Oswald said. "But honestly, Dad, she shouldn't repeat things like that."
"No, Patsy, your brother is right. If he said something he shouldn't and Mum punished him, then that should be the end of it."
"Sorry," Patsy said. "I didn't mean to sneak." She put out her hand to Oswald to shake, which he did.
"But coming back to the other thing," Dad said, "The fact that they're The Honourable and you're just Master and Miss means nothing. You're every bit as good as they are, and you can go as far as they can. When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?"
"Adam!" Patsy said, quickly before Oswald could answer such an easy riddle. "And Eve was the lady!"
Oswald laughed. "She doesn't understand, Dad."
"But you do, don't you? You know what I'm saying. Look at it this way, did Lady Leverside bring up her children herself? No, she chose your mother to do it. You're having the same upbringing they had."
One of the other children came to ask Dad a question about the pulpit and he got up to help. Patsy sat still, crinkling her toes and feeling the sand scrunch up under them. Lady Leverside's children had seemed as far above her as the sun and the moon. Mum never said Patsy was better than they were at anything, never even as good. It was always "The Honourable Letitia would never have spoken with her mouth open…" or "forgotten her cushion…" or "come downstairs with her hair unbrushed." Patsy was used to thinking of them as paragons. She considered Dad's view that she was as good as they were, and potentially even better. Yet she knew they had six of everything, all of the best, and if they grew out of any of their clothes they had more right away, ordered from John Lewis's. She and Oswald only had one set of best clothes at a time, and only two other sets of clothes, and they were forever outgrowing them or tearing them. She tore hers climbing trees and Oswald tore his playing football or fighting with boys.
"When I'm thirteen they're going to send me away to school," Oswald said, plopping down on the sand beside her.
"Will they me?" Patsy was alarmed, even though thirteen seemed impossibly far away, almost the whole length of her lifetime.
"I don't think so, because it's really expensive and you're a girl," Oswald said. He wasn't looking at her, he was tracing a complicated design in the sand with his finger. "I think they'll send you to a day school."
"Why will they send you then?"
"Because of what Dad just said about getting on. Dad left school when he was fourteen and he's been sorry ever since. He wants me to be a gentleman, just the same as Mum does." He didn't look up, but he piled up the sand wildly over the pattern he had made.
"Like Adam," Patsy said, and for the second time didn't understand why she had made somebody laugh.
"But it's all such tosh," Oswald said. "I'd a hundred times rather be brought up by Gran and get a job at fourteen than spend my life trying to ape something I'm not."
"Why don't you tell them so, then?"
"Oh come on Pats, you know there are things you can say and things you can't."
She did know. It seemed she had always known. She wanted to do something to comfort her brother, but there wasn't anything. Gran would have hugged him, but in their house hugging was discouraged. She put her hand out again for him to shake, and he shook it solemnly.
"Come on," he said.
"Where?" she asked, getting up at once expectantly.
"You'd come anywhere with me, wouldn't you, Pats?" Oswald smiled down at her. "I must go down to the sea again!"
"The lonely sea and the sky!" she shouted.
"Anything less lonely than the sea in Weymouth on a hot Sunday morning in July is difficult to imagine," Dad said.
Later, after a bathe where she had swum ten strokes without Dad holding on, she ran on rubbery legs up to Mum's deckchair. Mum was reading the paper and looking very serious, but she put it down when she saw them and got out the towels and their clothes so they could dress nicely for lunch. Mum had sewn brightly striped beach towels into little tents with elastic around their necks so that they could take their wet things off underneath and didn't have to go into the changing huts, which were smelly and besides cost money.
Dad dried his back with a big flat towel. "Patsy's really learning to swim," he said. "You should enroll her for lessons at the baths when we get back to Twickenham. It's easier to swim in the baths," he said over his shoulder to her. "There aren't any waves to smack you in the face."
"All right," Mum said. "If she'd like it. Oswald started going when he was about this age."
"Have you had a nice peaceful morning?"
"Lovely," Mum said, though how it could be lovely sitting still in a deckchair reading Patsy couldn't imagine.
"Is there any news in the paper?" Dad asked.
Mum tutted, which she did when she was going to report on something of which she disapproved. "It seems as if the Nazis in Germany have banned all the other political parties— made them illegal just like that. Theirs is the only party. Goodness knows how they think that's going to work when they have elections."
"I don't suppose they're planning to have elections," Dad said. "It looks to me as if that Herr Hitler intends to be Führer for life."
"And such horrible things," Mum said. Then she changed her tone completely and turned to Patsy. "Aren't you dry yet? They'll be laying out our lunch before we get back if you don't hurry. We don't want to make extra work for Mrs. Bonestell."
Oswald pulled off his towel, revealing his neat shirt and shorts underneath. "I wish we could have a picnic on the beach."
"Not on a Sunday," Mum said, reprovingly.
"We got the pulpit built," Dad said quickly. "Mr. Price will be able to get right up there and preach, and we can all sing hymns as loudly as we can. Patsy was saying he'd convert any heathen on the beach."
"I hope you built it in the right place this time," Mum said.
"We took proper notice of the tide," Dad said. "Don't worry, there won't be any of that King Canute preaching this year. Are you dressed under there yet, Patsy?"
Patsy had got her dress twisted up somehow so she couldn't find the hole for her right arm. Dad held the big towel up and Mum rapidly sorted her out. "Now let's go up and get some Sunday dinner," Dad said. "Lunch, I mean. Come on!"
Twelve and a half more days of holiday, Patsy thought, and swimming lessons when she got home. Even if Oswald did have to go away to school it wasn't for three years, and even if the Germans were acting peculiar they were a long way away. Mum and Dad were smiling at each other and Oswald was carrying the bucket and both spades, and if they were lucky there might be tinned salmon and tomatoes for lunch.
My Real Children © Jo Walton, 2014


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Microwaves on sale as the best way to save money and to start cooking really quickly!
Microwaves on sale have always been interesting for people who don't like waste neither time on cooking nor money. In the todays world of hard-working and busy people, microwaves are the devices that cannot be excluded from the kitchens. They've become so special for people the world over. 5 minutes – and a big yummy hot sandwich is ready! 2 minutes – and your egg is boiled in the way that you like. 1 minute – and hot coffee is getting covered with amazing and fragrant ocher foam. It's ready! Microwaves are so important if you're busy and don't want to spend much time on cooking!
Microwave sizes can vary. If you need a microwave for sandwiches' warming up – it can be pretty small. If you'd like to cook something serious with the help of a microwave – get bigger sized microwaves. The prices vary from 300$ up to 4000$ depending on sizes, quality and brands. Microwaves for sale can cost a lot cheaper. If there is a Black Friday, don't lose a chance to purchase a cheap microwave of very high quality which is very possible nowadays! You only have to be a good searcher!
When getting a microwave, pay attention to stainless steel microwaves. Their quality is considered to be the highest one!!!Their prices are high too. But if you get a microwave on sale – let me repeat my though – it'll be a lot cheaper. Believe me: cheap microwaves for sale are real!
Today scientists and kitchen designers have designed special microwave drawers that are known as space saver microwaves! They deserve a special mention, because they are very convenient and very helpful, of course!


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tall couple lol
and wow....just wow. We started the morning with a group of university student volunteers, Univ of TX Rio Grande Valley. They were amazing, eager to help, easy to teach, looking for ways to help. Sometimes new volunteers are a mixed blessing because they don't know what to do but with this group, we were able to basically assign them areas, show them the process, and leave them knowing they'd do a great job.
It totally freed me up to be a trouble shooter, looking for areas of need/priority and moving resources around.
In the afternoon we had a high school group that was just about as helpful. We had about 2 hours to get them sorted and trained before ICE dropped off some 300 asylum seekers, all needing registration/help, clean clothes, showers, food, clinic, etc.
And it was especially nice that in both groups there were multiple Spanish speakers. Some of our older Anglo volunteers are great but don't speak Spanish, so we try to put a Spanish speaker in each room or center. Our volunteers yesterday made that easy.
I was quite annoyed, though, by ICE. OK, 300 people, but ALL AT ONCE? We had bus after bus pull up. Why can't they space them out a bit, like 100 this hour, 100 next hour, and so on? It would make for a much smoother and less chaotic process for all of us, refugee and worker alike.
Still, MLK Jr Day was a good day and we managed to get done what we needed to get done. I was there 10 hours....and didn't feel tired until I left.
When I spend a fair amount of time in a place, I tend to leave a bit of my heart behind, and carry a bit of the place home with me. As of today, I have left part of my heart in Colombia, Mexico, Florida, and now McAllen. And that means I will carry home with me part of Colombia, Mexico, Florida, and McAllen. There's an older English expression, merry-go-sorry, when you feel both happy and sad. That's apt for today.


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Winners of the Lost Spaces 2015 Ideas Competition announced
The jury for the inaugural Lost Spaces 2015 Ideas Competition has selected a total of six prizes and six honourable mentions. The competition received more than 290 submissions that consider art, biodiversity, water management, utility, memory, and the function of the public realm in order to rethink what has been previously leftover and left behind. For the purposes of the competition, a "lost space" is any space that remains underutilized within our urban environment. Entries hailed from 40 countries, each adapting a lost space solution to the Calgary climate and urban topography.
The five-member jury, comprised of individuals in the fields of art, architecture and design selected the Lost Railways, an idea designed by Laboratoria de arquitectura y paisaje, as the top award winner. Reinvigorating a disused railway, the idea considers the ecosystems that transform naturally over time.
In addition to the first prize, five field prize awards were selected for their ability to address needs specific to challenges facing the improvement of the public infrastructure, parks and the public realm. Competition ideas showcased the potential that is afforded from cross-disciplinary collaboration, setting a precedent for the design and collaborative approach of future projects. Entries ranged from small insertions to visionary ideas and many took aim at the complexity of a lost space from multiple perspectives, integrating the unique approaches of art, engineering, architecture and design into a lost space idea.
The shortlist of the dozen winning submissions will be exhibited at the Contemporary Calgary / C2 from May 7-23, 2015, followed by an exhibition in the windows at the Centre Street LRT platform from May 25-July 28, 2015.
The Lost Spaces 2015 Competition took place January 5-March 30, 2015. It was produced by d.talks, a design advocacy organization, in collaboration with WATERSHED+, a part of the City of Calgary's Utilities & Environmental Protection Public Art program. Supported by the City of Calgary, an advisory consisting of the departments of Water Services, Parks, Roads and Transportation, Planning, and Public Art collectively offered input into the criteria with the aim of improving upon existing built form while setting a precedent for the design of future projects.
The winners are:
• First Prize: Lost Railways by Laboratoria de arquitectura y paisaje, Edgar Mazo, Sebastian Meija, Iojann Restrepo, Glenn Pouliquen
• Transportation Field Prize: Occult Prairie by by Judit Urgelles, Casey Collins
• Water Services Field Prize: Calgary Dehydrants by Kyle O'Connor
• Parks Field Prize: Pollen-nation by Jamal Nureddin, Nadja Pausch
• Public Art Field Prize: UnderSky by Jorge Sanfulgencio, Julio Romero
• Planning Field Prize: Clover Leaf by David Whittman, Mike Murray, Hannah Perry, Jonathan Sagi, Katelyn Junkin, Dave Robertson
• Honourable Mention: Get Lost in the Street by Felicia Sartika, Juanita Christine, Shirleen Alvita
• Honourable Mention: Outplay by Mihail Dimitrov, Ana Dyadkova, Stamena Slavova, Stoyko Enchev, Simona Kbadova
• Honourable Mention: Seepers by Jitka Svensson, Christel Lindgren, Mike Friesen
• Honourable Mention: Greeting Cards by Federico Perugini, Thais de Roquemaurel, Alessandra Vizzini, Paolo Pirasso
• Honourable Mention: Lineside Park by Yves Poitras, Trevor Steckley
• Honourable Mention: Playful City by Emily Cheng, Jennifer Davis
The jury was comprised of five individuals including: Shane Coen, founder of innovative landscape architecture studio Coen+Partners in Minneapolis, Minnesota; Diana Sherlock, independent Canadian curator, writer and educator; Susan S. Szenasy, publisher/editor in chief of METROPOLIS, the New York City-based magazine of architecture and design; award-winning Quebec City- and Montreal-based architect Pierre Thibault; Shauna Thompson, curator at the Esker Foundation, a privately funded, non-commercial contemporary art gallery in Calgary.
Design Talks Institute (d.talks) is a grassroots non-profit organization dedicated to fostering collaboration and conversation on design and the built environment in Calgary. Find more at www.dtalks.org.
WATERSHED+ is a part of the City of Calgary's Utilites & Environmental Protection Public Art Program. Find out more at www.watershedplus.ca.


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Duration: 4 hours.
The tour will start by foot at the downtown area with the visits: Garibaldi Square, Rosário Church, Largo da Ordem with the oldest church from 1736, Cathedralin neo-gothic style, Tiradentes Square, Paço da Liberdade cultural center, Rua das Flores (pedestrian area) and Santos Andrade Square. Then we continue by car to the Oscar Niemeyer Museum (external view only) and the Pope´s Woods: the Polish immigration memorial has wooden houses built at the end of the 19th century that are today an open air museum, besides native woods. Finishing the tour, the visit at the the Botanical Gardens, one of most beautiful postcards of the city.
Important note: Pope´s memorial is closed on Mondays.
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Curlin to Mischief Half Sibling Commands $8.2M
Lexington, KY (September 13, 2019)-Hip 498, a filly, is a daughter of American Pharoah and Leslie's Lady and was purchased by Whisper Hill.
Hip 498 hails from one of the strongest and most active racing and breeding families in the business. She is the 13th foal born to the 23-year-old Tricky Creek mare Leslie's Lady, who was named broodmare of the year in 2016.
Curlin to Mischief is also a half sibling to noted sire Into Mischief, multiple champion Beholder and first year sire Mendelssohn.
Into Mischief went on to win the CashCall Futurity (G1) before retiring to stud at Spendthrift Farm. He is now one of the most in-demand stallions in North America. The sire of 57 stakes winners and three champions, his progeny earnings total just over $55 million.
Leslie's Lady returned to the spotlight in late 2012 thanks to her daughter Beholder. The 11-time grade 1 winner and four-time champion earned more than $6 million in her time on the racetrack and is now a broodmare with Spendthrift.
The latest of Leslie's Lady's progeny to make headlines was Mendelssohn, a grade 1 winner who was purchased by Coolmore's M.V. Magnier for $3 million from Clarkland's consignment to the 2016 Keeneland September Sale. The son of the late Scat Daddy retired to stud at Ashford in 2018 and stood for a fee of $35,000 in 2019.
Curlin to Mischief has two winners from two starters with his first crop racing in 2019.


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Belfast, 1985, the height of The Troubles: amid the gunrunners, riots, and the Ango-Irish Agreement, there is no such thing as a routine murder investigation. Northern Ireland is a powder-keg just waiting to explode, and every case has the potential to further ignite the situation. The murder of a wealthy couple, followed soon after by the apparent suicide of their son, who takes responsibility for their deaths, doesn't appear to be fuel for the fire: it seems open and shut, ready to be filed and forgotten. Until the body count continues to rise, and the political implications become clear.
Given his roguish brand of policing – alongside questionable lifestyle choices, including a coke habit and the requisite heavy-drinking – Detective Inspector Sean Duffy might not seem the obvious candidate to investigate such a sensitive case. But it's precisely this renegade streak that makes him such an effective sleuth. With an aura of fearlessness and an underlying arrogance, Duffy delves into the murky, dangerous world of a covert US intelligence force, making plenty of enemies along the way.
New readers will miss some of the more nuanced moments, and references to former characters, but Adrian McKinty's fourth Sean Duffy novel reads perfectly as a standalone. GUN STREET GIRL segues into a potential career move for Duffy, and dips into his social life (or lack of), but the investigation remains its focus, moving along at rapid pace. The climactic shoot-out is a tad humdrum – a finale with less noise might've had more punch – but the novel's final twist erases any misgivings about that.
Deftly plotted, and punctuated with dark humour, GUN STREET GIRL is a fine thriller, demonstrating how one of the most persistent cops in the business will do whatever it takes to crack a case.


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Kelly Clarkson opened up about her divorce and admitted she "didn't see" it coming on Monday's season two premiere of The Kelly Clarkson Show.
It's been six months since The Kelly Clarkson Show has aired and much has changed for Clarkson within that time, including a divorce. The American Idol winner filed for divorce from husband Brandon Blackstock in June.
The Since U Been Gone singer told her virtual audience, "2020 has brought a lot of change also to my personal life. Definitely didn't see anything coming that came."
She told her guests, "What I'm dealing with is hard because it involves more than just my heart. It involves a lot of little hearts. We have four kids." The Voice judge continued, "And divorce is never easy. And we're both from divorced families so we know the best thing here is to protect our children and their little hearts."
Clarkson admitted she's "usually very open" about her personal life, but in this case, she "probably won't go too far into it because, you know, I'm a mama bear and my kids come first."
She continued by sharing that she's been asked how she's coping following the split, and explained she's using songwriting as a coping tool, which she's used since she was a child. "My mom told me to start writing and that's actually how I get my feelings out," the singer shared.
She added, "So I probably won't speak about it too much, but you definitely will hear it musically probably, that's how I became a songwriter. Music has always been my outlet to help me get through difficult times and this year, I've been listening to a lot of music and I've also been writing a lot of music as well."


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choose between (two people or things)(redirected from choosing between)
choose between (two people or things)
To select one person or thing from two options. We will choose between the two best candidates for the job. I'm exhausted because I had to choose between sleep or finishing this paper last night.
Farlex Dictionary of Idioms. © 2022 Farlex, Inc, all rights reserved.
choose between two people or things
to choose one from a selection of two persons or things in any combination. For dessert, you can choose between chocolate and vanilla ice cream. I am unable to choose between promoting John and hiring one of the others.
McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc.


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SPRINGFIELD — Illinois voters were set to nominate potential successors Tuesday for ex-U.S. Rep. Aaron Schock, once a rising Republican star who resigned amid questions about his use of taxpayer and campaign funds for worldwide travels and the "Downton Abbey"-styled redecoration of his congressional office.
The race in the Republican-leaning district was shaping up to be a classic GOP primary battle between the son of a former congressman and U.S. transportation secretary against a conservative writer with strong tea party support.
State Sen. Darin LaHood has been treated like the incumbent with high name recognition, early state GOP backing, hefty fundraising and key endorsements, including from the National Rifle Association. But Michael Flynn, who helped start a news website with late blogger Andrew Breitbart, has said no candidate should be hand-picked for Congress and has railed against establishment Republicans.
During the truncated campaign season, Flynn has tried to play up Ray LaHood's work in President Barack Obama's first administration, while the younger LaHood has said he's "much more conservative" than his father.
Republican Donald Rients, who works for State Farm, is also running, along with two candidates in the Democratic race: Springfield school board member Adam Lopez and high school teacher Robert Mellon.
The key in the expansive district that touches 19 different counties will be turnout, which is expected to be light. The special primary — with just one race on the ballot in a nonpresidential election year — comes in peak summer vacation season. By comparison, turnout in the February 2013 special primary to replace Democratic former U.S. Rep. Jesse Jackson Jr. hovered around 10 percent in the Chicago area district, with a far larger media market for campaign ads and more geographically compact.
"When it's a low turnout, crazy things can happen," said Matthew Streb, a political science professor at Northern Illinois University.
Light turnout typically benefits the party-backed candidate with loyal voters motivated to cast ballots, but that's not always the case. There's the reminder of last year's stunning upset in Virginia — when Dave Brat, a tea-party backed economics professor, defeated then-U.S. House Majority Leader Eric Cantor in a Republican primary.
All candidates have tried to differentiate themselves from Schock during candidate forums, home visits and on social media, saying the district needs a fresh face.
Tea party activists say the support for Flynn has been grass-roots, while Republican party officials believe it'll be tough to beat LaHood because of his experience and familiarity to voters.
The special general election is Sept. 10.
SOPHIA TAREEN, Associated Press
JOHN O'CONNOR, Associated Press
Tareen reported from Chicago.


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Have you ever cycled into direct sunlight and felt like your eyeballs were melting in their sockets?
Ever been victim to a pesky bug flying into your eye mid-descent? Is your ride partner magnetically attracted to loose road chippings?
Are your foliage-ducking skills so terrible that they're talk of the local trail club?
Well, let us guide you into the wonderful world of cycling eyewear, where looking spec-tacular is as simple as providing your eyes with the protection they deserve.
Meet Sunwise...
Sunwise have been our preferred make of women's cycling sunglasses for some time now. A fellow Oxford brand they produce top quality, super-stylish sports sunglasses that works for any kind of activity (or inactivity, for that matter), but especially for cycling.
Crucially, we feel you get real value for money through not paying for one of the notoriously pricey 'big' brands. Especially because (whisper it), Sunwise share factory facilities with plenty of them anyway!
Every bit as well designed and finished as the household name sunglasses they rival, they've steadily expanded their ranges through focusing on specific sports - starting with running, and moving through the likes of cricket, golf. And - you guessed it - cycling!
Each pair has its own special features, but as standard have the following bragging rights...
- 100% protection from harmful UVA and UVB ultraviolet rays
- Lightweight, durable, flexible polycarbonate frames
- High optical clarity
- Impact & water resistant lenses
- Wrap-around lenses to give greater protection on your ride
- Flat arm profile that works perfectly with a cycling helmet or cap
Which Pair is Best for Me?
Read each of the statements below, which one is most applicable to you?
Challenge 1
I need a pair of sunglasses that can adapt to changing lighting conditions without me having to stop my bike and adjust manually
If stylish convenience is what you're after, the Sunwise Chromafusion range are right up your street. The lenses are light reactive and will automatically adjust the level of tint to perfectly suit the changing conditions.
Solution: Chromafusion lenses
The Hastings Collection offers Chromafusion panoramic lenses with anti-fog technology - top-of-the-range build and design at accessible prices if you're looking for the best.
We've had a great response to the Hastings design, with many people saying that they've justified the investment almost immediately as the larger lenses are ideal to keep bugs, dust, spray and other road debris out of your eyes.
The Waterloo Range also includes Chromafusion lenses with anti-fog technology, a shape we really like and some fantastic colour schemes. The Waterloo shape looks especially elegant in 'everyday life' when you're not on your bike!
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Challenge 2
I need a pair of cycling sunglasses to wear exclusively in the sunniest conditions that offer the best visibility possible
Solution: Polarfusion lenses
You need a pair of strong light lenses to maximise your visibility whilst also reducing glare. The Sunwise Canary Wharf or Parade sunglasses with Polarfusion technology will offer the best visibility in the brightest conditions.
If you've ever experienced light reflecting off water, street furniture and vehicles, you'll understand exactly how severely it can effect your comfort and visibility. Polarising lenses contain a special filter that blocks this type of intense light, protecting your eyes and giving you clear vision on the route ahead.
Challenge 3
I need a pair of sunnies that work in a variety of lighting conditions, but I'm on a budget so would like to try keep the price down
Solution: Interchangeable lenses
Interchangeable lenses will work brilliantly for you. This means that you'll get a number of different lenses, each one suited to a different level of lighting. If the conditions change, whip out the lens and swap it with a more suitable one with two simple 'clicks'.
Sunwise Favourites
Need some cycling kit advice?
So match those shades to your bike, outfit, eyes and cycling needs (delete as appropriate) and get out and ride - with comfortable, safe and happy eyes.


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It's been a little while since I've been available to keep the weblog up-to-date. The reason for this has been the business of work at this time of year and a couple of conferences I've attended over the last two weekends. God is good and has sustained Emma and I in this time. I feel quite well and energised for the year. I've been excited and encouraged by the great teaching I've been hearing recently, and I'm looking forward to leading and encouraging students in service of Christ.
I referred in my previous post to the Leadership Training Conference (LTC) held in Cooma 2 weekends ago. This was a great time, I think that its the best value for money conference in NSW at the moment. There were only about 40 delegates and about 20 leaders. The leaders were drawn from the pastoral staff and trainees from a wide group of churches – throughout Southern NSW and the ACT. The leaders are a quality group of people with incredible experience and training ability. To have a 2:1 ratio of leaders to delegates means that there is a huge amount of time for quality input to each individual. This year the conference broadened from its focus on Youth Ministry to all forms of lay leadership in the Church. The main aim of the conference is to equip people with the tools to teach the Bible in a faithful expository manner to a wide variety of people. I think that it achieves this aim brilliantly.
LTC was also a time to renew friendships with others in ministry around our region. This makes it a refreshing time and when combined with the great Bible teaching by the conference speakers, makes it better than a holiday.
The conference talks were on 2 Chronicles and Hebrews, by Mark Short and Simon Flinders respectively. Both speakers revealed treasures that I hadn't seen in these books before. I had never studied the book of Chronicles before in detail and was greatly encouraged by this insight into another gem of God's word. Simon Flinders modeled great Bible teaching with his clear, succinct style. It was great to hear him and think of how I could improve my preaching.
Praise God for a great time. If you're in the ACT region next January make sure you come!!
This past weekend has been the annual Riverina Christian Convention in Tumut, NSW.
Emma and I attended, along with my parents and the rest of my family (except my younger brother). It was a special time, the convention was one of the highlights of the year when I was a young teenager growing up in Tumut. This year my Dad was invited to speak. Seeing him, and being able to share with people who had been impacted by his ministry gave me solid joy. The convention has been running for decades – one person there had been in attendance since 1961. God's faithfulness in preserving his people and keeping them for Himself over generations was a great encouragement. We saw lots of old friends and enjoyed spending time at favourite haunts, swimming, picking blackberries, eating out. It was an ideal summer holiday.
Simon Manchester was the other speaker on the convention, he opened the book of Job for us. I was completely spun around by the new things I learned about Job and through that about the character of God. I have studied the book a number of times but never been given such useful keys to understand it. I hope to spend more time this year working through in detail what I have learned. Perhaps there will be some Bible studies up here soon.
This week is our Crossroads/FOCUS staff orientation on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday/Thursday is our FOCUS Vision Days with the returning students. Friday is a ministry training day on Evangelism. It is a very busy time. Pray that God sustains us, we know that He will.
I'm reading the book of Philippians at the the moment. I love this verse:
Philippians 3:10-12
10I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
12Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.


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COVID-19: How Businesses And PR Agencies Are Handling the Crisis (On-Demand Video)
On-Demand Video
About the Event
The session will discuss what businesses and public relations agencies are doing to fight against COVID-19 and resulting panic, and gives tips for navigating these uncharted waters. The session will also feature the results of a new study by the Institute for Public Relations and Peppercomm that surveyed 300 communication executives and senior leaders to find out how their companies are managing communication both externally and internally in the COVID-19 pandemic.
Steve Cody, Founder / CEO, Peppercomm | @RepManCody
I'm a comedian, climber and dog lover, but not necessarily in that order.
I am also the founder and CEO of Peppercomm, a fully-integrated strategic communications firm headquartered in NYC, with offices located in San Francisco and London. In that role I'm responsible for everything from implementing strategy and counseling clients to leading business development and bringing new products and services to market. In short, I do everything but clean windows.
My biggest passion is helping others. I derive immense satisfaction from mentoring students, guest lecturing at the universities who are brave enough to invite me to speak, and helping fellow mid-life marketing communications professionals who have lost their way in life. There may be hope for us yet.
I am the current chairman of the Institute for Public Relations, a longtime member of the Arthur W. Page Society, a member of the advisory councils of the College of Charleston and the University of Florida, and was named one of Northeastern University's 100 most successful alumni. I have also co-authored "What's keeping your customers up at night?" which was published by McGraw-Hill in 2003 and has put thousands of readers to sleep over the years.
I'm proud to say that I've used my love of stand-up comedy to raise more than $100,000 for countless charities. I'm just as proud to see Chris and Catharine, my two children, grow up to become successful professionals. I'm confident the family tradition will continue with my grandson, Adrian Joseph "A.J." Cody. May he outperform us all.
Adele Cehrs, CEO / Founder, When + How Agency | @AdeleCehrs
Heralded as a crisis communications expert, by the Wall Street Journal Adele Cehrs has worked with high-profile clients like Vice President Joe Biden, the CEO of Lockheed Martin Marillyn Hewson and the owner of the Washington Monumental Sports Ted Leonsis.
As a well-respected entrepreneur, Adele was recently recognized as a "business wonder-woman" by the Washington Business Journal.
She has also spoken at the United Nations and her talk was broadcast on United Nations Television and translated into eight languages. She is the author of the book: Spike Your Brand ROI: How to Maximize Results.
Neil Foote, President, National Black Public Relations Society | @politicsincolor
Neil Foote is principal of Foote Communications LLC, an integrated public relations, content management and multicultural marketing firm that has worked with a wide range of clients from the business world, entertainment and nonprofits. His work includes generating coverage in major national, regional and local media, developing media and marketing strategies, developing branding strategies, writing content, advising them on social media and purchasing media.
Previously, Foote has worked at The Miami Herald & The Washington Post), the American Society of Newspaper Editors, The Dallas Morning News, Belo Corporation and Tom Joyner. Foote has traveled the country giving lectures and leading discussions the role of digital media in transforming journalism and diversity in the media.
Foote also teaches journalism at UNT's Mayborn School of Journalism and co-director of the Mayborn Literary Nonfiction Conference, the nation's leading conference for aspiring and experienced writers. He also is author of "Principals of News" (Kendall Hung Publisher, 2020) and contributor to the textbook, Race, Gender, Class, and Media: Studying Mass Communication and Multiculturalism (Kendall Hunt Publisher, 2012,2014,2017).
Outside of work, the native of Brooklyn, N.Y. is president of the National Black Public Relations Society, Inc., a steering committee member of Commission on Public Relations Education; board chair of the National Kidney Foundation serving North Texas, board secretary member of the Forefront Living, and a Life Trustee for The Lamplighter School. Foote has a B.A. in government from Wesleyan University (Middletown, Conn.) an M.S.J. from Northwestern University's (Evanston, Ill.) Medill School of Journalism and an M.B.A. at Southern Methodist University (Dallas, TX).
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Mr. Levick is a much-sought after keynote and graduation speaker and is a columnist for the top business blogs including Forbes.
Mr. Levick has co-authored five books including, The Communicators: Leadership in the Age of Crisis; Stop the Presses; The Crisis and Litigation PR Desk Reference; 365 Marketing Meditations; and Lessons for Absent Children.
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Research project
This project, sponsored by the Indonesia Endowment Fund for Education (LPDP Scholarship), is addressing fondamental questions in structural diagenesis.
Fractures in rocks are ideal conduits for fluids in the subsurface. This includes hydrocarbons, but also formation waters and other fluids. When water circulates through the fractures, it often can lead to the precipitation of mineral phases. This is notably the case in carbonate settings, where the supersaturation of subsurface fluids with respect to carbonates can be very high.
Our goal in this research project is to improve our understanding of the mechanisms that lead to carbonate precipitation in fractures, notably to understand why some fracture network may not be opened in the subsurface. Fundamental questions will include why carbonate precipitates, by exactly what mechanisms, and when. In order to obtain this information, we plan on deploying a range of modern analytical techniques to mineralized fractured zones. This will include clumped isotopes paleothermometry, as the latter allows us to determine both the temperature at which the minerals form, but also the isotopic composition from the parent fluid.
There remain however some challenges with clumped isotopes, such as for instance sample size. In this project, we will try to reduce sample size as much as possible by using a combination of techniques that were previously published, with the addition of new methods developed in house. We will also address the question of equilibrium versus kinetic precipitation in fractures, and how we can determine this using geochemical techniques. A range of case studies will be investigated.


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Senior Designerfor Q/S designed by & Woven
»For me it is especially important to arrive at work each morning with a good feeling.«
For Marianna Hardt it's all about Q/S designed by ‒ that much is clear. The fabric is an all-rounder, moving effortlessly from daily use to elegance, and the ways in which it can be processed are endless. »I love to be able to immerse myself for a while in my creative jeans chaos«, enthuses the Senior Designer for Q/S designed by and Woven at Q/S designed by women. In addition to her responsibilities in the production process, cooperation with other departments and development of ideas, she needs some time for playful creativity. Then she briefly gets lost among the hundreds of Q/S designed by patterns that cover the walls and floor. This opportunity for creativity is also the result of a comfortable working atmosphere. »My team has been like a second family. You spend a lot of time together on projects. We are like a little creative anthill, hardworking, funny and very productive! For me it is especially important to arrive at work each morning with a good feeling.«
Marianna has been at s.Oliver for the past ten years now – cause for celebration and also time to look back on a decade of exciting experiences. She began with an internship immediately after completing her fashion design studies. She soon became a designer for T-shirts, sweatshirts and accessories. Four years later she moved into the Q/S designed by product group. Two years ago, she added the woven group to her remit. »My main task is to create a twice-yearly Q/S designed by-pool concept for Q/S designed by women.« At the beginning of each season there is a Q/S designed by briefing in which styles, fabrics, washes and details are sent to the agencies in the production countries. The result are the many Q/S designed by patterns designed especially for s.Oliver. Upon receipt of the pattern a Q/S designed by collection pool is put together, based on recent trends, market information and sales evaluations. Then Marianna creates the technical drawings, finds the fabrics, determines the fit and confirms the respective washes for each individual style. Typically she works closely with the agencies on location, for example, in Hong Kong, Hangzhou, Bangladesh or Turkey. »I always thought that the fashion industry was very hard and the working environment uncomfortable. Personally, the positive mood in Rottendorf really surprised me. That's one of the reasons why I am still at s.Oliver«, she says. And there's another aspect of the company she appreciates: the opportunities for career advancement: »I started right after completing my design degree as an unexperienced rookie and am now an experienced senior designer for Q/S designed byand woven. That makes me proud and happy. Such a path would often be impossible to follow at other companies.« She also puts her experience to use in other areas. Alongside her day job, Marianna has founded her own small family business called »Marijaka«. Together with her grandmother and her mother she uses diligent handwork to produce colourful organic crocheted animals for children. »The fashion industry is very impulsive, and the wheels never stop turning. It never gets boring«, she says, as she explains her motivation. One goal remains, however: »My personal vision is to develop the perfect Q/S designed by trousers – they will be a timeless favourite for many customers and one that will still provide happiness after ten years in the wardrobe.«


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The West Florida Argonauts are among the teams playing today as the College World Series' for NCAA Divisions 2 and 3 plus JUCO continue while the NAIA has today off. Their world series will continue tomorrow. SCORES UPDATED THROUGHOUT THE DAY.
NCAA Division 3 – Chapman Panthers over the Whitewater Warhawks 4-2 (Warhawks elim) … Salisbury Seagulls fall to the Keystone Giants 7-2 (Seagulls elim) … Marietta Pioneers over the Buena Vista Beavers 5-1.
JUCO – South Georgia Tigers over the Jefferson Vikings 10-4 (Vikings elim) … Seward Saints take down the Southern Union Bison 5-1 (Bison elim) … Chipola Indians over the Grayson Vikings in a football score 19-13.
NCAA Division 2 – Sonoma State Seawolves finally took down the Grand Valley State Lakers 7-6 in 11 innings … West Florida Argonauts crush the SCSU Owls 13-0.
FOR MAY 30TH's SCORES CLICK HERE: https://glitternight.com/2011/05/30/college-world-series-scores-may-30th-for-the-naia-ncaa-division-3-ncaa-division-2-and-juco/


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Facebook has been in talks with news organisations for over a year on a new feature capable of showing articles in the news feed, instead of simply linking the article.
The argument made by Facebook is it takes 8 seconds (on average) to load an article from Facebook. This is too long for mobile users, putting a lot of them off actually reading the article - it also isn't a seamless move from Facebook to the article - normally sending them to the web browser or asking to download the mobile app.
To rectify this issue, Facebook wants to add news articles on the feed. It is talking to The New York Times, Buzzfeed, National Geographic and several other prominent outlets for a first batch of news partners.
Facebook would offer a paid partnership between the news org, although the details of this revenue split are not public. Engagement on articles would most likely increase, at least this is the sales pitch Facebook are using to win over news orgs.
Even though Facebook is an excellent source of traffic for many sites, it is also worrisome that the social networks wants control over the interface for news. Unlike Google News - where snippets are provided with links - Facebook would want the user to read the whole article on the website or app.
The risk of losing ad-revenue might not be worth the increase in engagement and traffic, but some news orgs are apparently starting to work with Facebook, especially The New York Times who are deep into talks on the financials.
No word on if Facebook will allow subscription sites to participate. Considering The Wall Street Journal and Financial Times are not listed in the shortlist, we suspect Facebook is looking for ad-revenue only sites first.
There is no timeline for when this feature will be launched, but Facebook is clearly focused on bringing the news to the feed. Even though big news orgs are being contacted first, it is highly likely Facebook will roll this out to smaller establishments in the near future.


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Sneezing; All you Need to Know4
June 1, 2013 by thejalebichronicles
Systematically Haphazard:- Organized snippets of jumbled up randomness
Sneezing; a nosy and noisy part of our everyday lives. Be it due to allergies, pollutants or fur, we've all experienced the great sneeze- and most of us quite like it.
Sneezing (or sternutation, as it's officially called,) is an involuntary defence mechanism that clears out bacteria and other injurious agents from the nasal passages. Studies have shown that sneezing is something akin to an orgasm for the face and can even be pleasurable. This isn't all the piffle we know about sniffles; there's more to follow, yet!
The way you sneeze also speaks volumes about your personality. "Sneezes are like laughter," says Dr. Hirsch, a neurologist and psychiatrist. "They differ from person to person and represent underlying personality structures. An extrovert would typically have loud, explosive sneezes, whereas an introvert would try to withhold their sneezes, resulting in a stifled one instead."
In addition to showing weak social skills, muzzling your muzzle can actually be harmful to your health. It's possible to blow your eardrums out if you stifle your sneezes regularly. Also, denying yourself the pleasures of the nasal orgasm can indicate you're more sexually repressed than most, whereas a loud sneeze says just the opposite. So for those of you who stifle your sneezes, it's time to flaunt your wares and open up those nares!
However, psychology isn't the only variable that controls our unique sneeze; our facial structure, the amount of light in the area and even genetics have roles to play. A sneeze style is a genetic trait passed down from generation to generation. So from now on, don't be bewildered if you're told you have Grandpa's knees as well as his sneeze.
Siegel, a clinical professor, points out an acquaintance whose sneezes incorporates an interesting twist. "When he sneezes, he manages to make it sound like 'horsesh*t', and he's got it down," he says. "There is a partial control of the final product."
Myths about Sneezing:-
The phrase, 'God bless you' originated in around 600 A.D, when Pope Gregory the Great ascended to the Papacy during the plague. When someone sneezed, they were immediately blessed in the hope that they would not develop the plague. Also, the common belief that your heart skips a beat when you sneeze is false; the heart rhythm changes for a second, but that's about it.
So you see, sneezes are not just meaningless intervals in your existence anymore, but very much part and parcel of it. Life's just a sneeze, and snort just a breeze.
-Alaric Moras
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Morning routine.
You probably see this everywhere you look nowadays. It's the hip thing to do ;) But, honestly, it works!
Some things to consider when you set your morning routine.
First of all, how much time can you set aside? Think realistically! Maybe you can get up ten or twenty minutes earlier, but remember it's really important to get enough sleep as well.
Then you have to decide what you think will have the most impact on your day. Experiment! Try one setup for a week or two. If it doesn't feel right, well do a re-haul and try something else.
Things to consider doing in the morning can be; visualizing, meditation, prayer, yoga, workout, dance jam to your favorite song, affirmations, sitting and letting your thoughts fly where they might, recite a favorite poem, reading, journaling, connect with your intuition.
See this free printable for more ideas. Print and put somewhere you'll see directly as you get up in the morning. Maybe highlight the ones you'll want to try out so that you don't have to make the decision in the morning.
Want a tip for how to make the morning routine into a habit?
I'd been slacking with my morning routine for some reason and I really wanted to get back into it, but I just couldn't get around to do it. Instead, I found myself drawn to my computer as soon as I got up.
So, my first action step was to remove the temptation. Before I went to bed I'd put the computer in our home office. That way I wouldn't see it the first thing as I got out in the kitchen in the morning.
I also wanted to anchor the morning routine with something that either made me happy or would rate high on a pleasure scale. Something that could help me want to do sit down and do my visualization.
I don't know about you, but in the morning I'm pretty low key. Not very interested in doing exercises directly as I get out of bed. So I figured the best bet would be to sit and relax in my favorite spot (our armchair). And to top it off, the icing on the cake, was when I decided to make a cup of my favorite tea and enjoy as I did my morning routine.
If you didn't know, I'm a huge tea drinker. I love my tea steaming hot and freshly brewed. And honestly, in the beginning it was the fact that I could make a cup of my favorite tea and sit down and relax that got me into my morning routine again.
Maybe I should mention that I'm really trying to minimize my black tea intake to one or two cups a day. Plus it's a 30-minute drive to go to the store that has my favorite tea. So, it's not like I drink this tea in buckets, and I try to savor it whenever I decide to make a cup.
Want to have a say in what freebies I'll be creating? What subjects I'll be talking about here on the blog? What items I'll create for the shop? I'd love to hear your thoughts, what you'd like to see more (and less) off so I created a short survey where you easily can share your feedback. It probably only takes five minutes to fill out and I'd really appreciate hearing from you! So head on over to the survey – it closes on May the 31st


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The Human Resources and Social Development (HRSDC) department will add 21 more occupations to a trial program which fast-tracks employer applications to bring foreign workers to Canada under the nation's Temporary Foreign Worker Program.
Canada's Temporary Foreign Worker Program allows employers to hire foreign workers to fill jobs where an eligible Canadian cannot be found. Once it has been determined that a Canadian could not be found to fill the position, the employer can make an offer to the foreign national and submits an application for a Labour Market Opinion.
The Labour Market Opinion (LMO) is a report to Canadian immigration authorities about the likely impact that hiring the foreign national will have on the labor market. The trial program, called the Expedited Labour Market Opinion project, aims to speed up the LMO process.
The announcement about the trial project was made on Monday by HRSDC Minister Monte Solberg. His department said that paperwork for many occupations can take up to five months to process; however, under the Expedited Labour Market Opinion trial project, the application process can take as little as five days.
Below are the occupations added to the trial project on 14 January 2007:
|Occupations added to Expedited Labour Market Opinion Project
|Manufacturing and Processing Labourers
|Civil Engineers
|Mechanical Engineers
|Commercial Janitors, Caretakers
|Mechanical Engineering Technologists
|Construction Labourers
|Petroleum Engineers
|Delivery Drivers
|Residential Cleaning and Support Workers
|Electrical and Electronics Engineers
|Specialized Cleaners
|Heavy-Duty Equipment Mechanics
|Steamfitters, Pipefitters
|Surveyor Helpers
|Industrial Electricians
|Industrial Meat Cutters
The need for temporary workers across Canada has been increasing because of ongoing labor shortages. Solberg said that the provinces of British Columbia and Alberta may need 100,000 workers over the next ten years.
Iris Evans, Alberta's Minister of Employment, Immigration and Industry, said that the trial program couldn't come at a better time, with her provinces booming economy and British Columbia hosting the 2010 Winter Olympics.
"Temporary foreign workers are helping to fill a critical need in our province," Evans said in December.


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Sales drive a small business forward, but too often they're a sideline rather than a focus. Following these tips will help keep your sales focus and customers coming through your door.
1. Make sales a priority
For most SMEs, the owner generally leads the sales team. If the owner isn't a natural at sales – and not everyone is – they need to hire one quickly! Someone needs to be concentrating on finding and developing new business. They need to focus on nurturing and growing the business while keeping an eye on customer satisfaction and feedback. This will maintain sales momentum for the life of the company.
2. A great salesperson has expertise
It's an outdated cliché that a great salesperson is loud, pushy and only focused on price. These days the internet allows customers to instantly compare prices and find product reviews. Today to be a great salesperson, customers businesses, desires, needs and expectations need to be understands and met. A great salesperson will use their knowledge of the product/service to tailor a pitch to the customer's specific needs, establish a relationship and generate a sale.
3. Sales team hierarchy
SMEs need to avoid unnecessary hierarchy. If there are fewer than 10 people selling, it's best to have one person with direct oversight. This might be the business owner or whoever they have employed to oversee sales.
4. Keep looking for your next customer
A small business can't assume that their initial success will last forever if it's based on word-of-mouth. A successful small business has someone concentrating on who their customers are and where they come from. Using tools such as Red Flag Alert to identify prospects in different sectors, or locations can not only help build marketing campaigns, but allows you to strategically marketing for accelerated growth.
5. Personalise your approach
More people will buy from you when they feel you are talking directly to them about their individual needs. Develop customised versions of your sales message to cater to the specific interests of prospects in each market you target. Use the language and style of prospects in each market to communicate your message to them.
Each of these 5 tips will not help you increase sales on their own, but incorporated into a strategic sales and marketing plan, you will see your SME steadily grow.


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In this episode of TIBS! we are kicking off #SDBW (San Diego Beer Week) with a live show at one of Stone Brewing's satellite locations. This was a great way to celebrate the commencement of the eleven days of beer week we set our selves up for!
The Stone Company Store – On Kettner was celebrating their 5th Anniversary and was generous enough to invite us out for some fun. We began the show with Laura Ulrich, Small Batch Brewer. We dig into her history at Stone Brewing and dip into her other role as President of the Pinks Boots Society. If you're good at math, you'll hear I mess a stat up by a magnitude of 10! If you do notice, message me you're funniest, decimal point mistake meme.
We're then joined by Kris Ketcham, Senior Manager of Brewing at Liberty Station and David Wilson, his assistant brewer. We discuss Kris' start at Liberty Station, some of his fondest memories (and beers), and what's currently going on there.
We close out the show with Andrew Snodgrass, shift lead at the Stone Company Store – On Kettner. He has an original beer that sparked his interest in craft, I've never heard anyone answer our most asked question like he did! We lament about missing Stone Brewing in South Park, discuss how he got his start at Kettner, where he was when he found out he got his job with Stone, and what he loves about working for the biggest indie beer producer in San Diego.
Cheers to Stone Brewing for having us out and to SD Beer Week! Grab an indie beer and hit that play button.


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Hi. I'm new here. I'm a part-timer at Hodgkins. I couldn't attend today's meeting, but I heard of a possible strike tomorrow. I've heard of bits and pieces of the contract and it seems like we're getting screwed. I haven't been at UPS too long and I would like to go to full-time one day. I'd rather go to 22.3 combo jobs instead of package driver. Anyone know anything? Thanks.