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| Tuskegee University Coach To File Lawsuit Against Morehouse After Being Handcuff |
| Posted on Friday, March 20 @ 00:00:58 PDT (10 reads) | |
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Benjy taylor, the head coach for tuskegee university’s men’s basketball team, is set to announce a lawsuit against morehouse college and two campus police officers, who handcuffed him during a game in january. Following the incident, taylor hired civil rights attorneys. Taylor, who was not charged with a crime, said he felt “violated” and described the incident as “heartbreaking.”
benjy taylor is expected to file a lawsuit on friday
taylor is set to formally announce a lawsuit on friday during an 11 a.M. News conference being hosted at a hotel near hartsfield-jackson atlanta international airport, according to cbs news. The lawsuit will reportedly list morehouse college, as well as campus police officers r. Clark and m. Roberson as defendants.
a team of civil rights attorneys will be leading the case, which includes harry daniels, john burris, gerald griggs and gregory reynald williams. Taylor hired the team shortly after the incident, which occurred on january 31. Daniels publicly spoke out in defense of his client shortly after.
as blavity reported, daniels said, “it would be bad for a police officer to treat anyone like this. But to do it to a man like coach taylor, a highly respected professional and role model, to put him in handcuffs, humiliate him and treat him like a criminal in front of his team, his family and a gym full of fans is absolutely disgusting and they need to be held accountable.”
“coach taylor is a good man who did the right thing to protect his team and de-escalate a dangerous situation, and this officer put him in chains for his troubles,” he added.
benjy taylor was handcuffed by police and escorted off the court during a game
tuskegee university and morehouse college played a division ii hbcu basketball matchup on january 31. After the game, a group of morehouse football players started mingling with the basketball teams, and taylor asked the security officer for their removal. This resulted in an escalation that led to taylor being handcuffed, escorted off the court, and led into a room labeled “weightroom.”
taylor was not charged with a crime and was released to travel back with the team.
“i am at a loss for words and i am upset about how i was violated and treated today,” he then said in a statement, per blavity. “For my players, my family and people of tuskegee to witness that is heartbreaking for me. I was simply trying to get the football team out of the handshake line as they were following right behind me and the team yelling obscenities! It was a very dangerous situation.”
benjy taylor received public support from tuskegee university, while the siac found that morehouse college did not meet security standards during the game
the incident quickly drew attention from fans and media alike as videos started to circulate online. Tuskegee university expressed its support of taylor, whom it reiterated was concerned about security during the game.
“during the events in question, coach taylor acted solely out of his fundamental responsibility to protect his student-athletes and staff—particularly in an environment where agreed-upon and customary game?Management and security protocols were not properly carried out,” tuskegee university president mark a. Brown wrote in a feb. 1 statement. “His conduct remained measured, professional, and entirely consistent with the expectations of a head coach entrusted with the safety of his team.”
the southern intercollegiate athletic conference launched an investigation into the incident and found that morehouse college did not meet required security standards for a host institution, wsfa reported.
“the siac holds its member institutions to the highest standards of sportsmanship, professionalism, and institutional accountability,” commissioner anthony holloman said in a statement, according to the news outlet. “Our historic institutions are expected to provide competitive environments that prioritize the safety, dignity, and mutual respect of student-athletes, coaches, officials, and fans. The conference remains committed to upholding these expectations and to ensuring that all siac contests are conducted in a manner consistent with our shared values.”
the organization did not share the amount of the fine but said it would “ensure compliance with security policies in the future.” |
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| American Heritage Celebrates Class Of 2026 Early College Acceptances |
| Posted on Friday, March 20 @ 00:00:58 PDT (10 reads) | |
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American heritage schools recently announced that the class of 2026 has reached an extraordinary milestone, securing early acceptances to many of the nation’s most prestigious colleges and universities. A strong commitment to academic and personal exploration drives the senior class to apply through early decision programs.
american heritage students begin building a robust academic foundation early on, supported by a balanced approach that fosters both intellectual curiosity and emotional resilience.
this comprehensive preparation ensures that by their senior year, students are not just ready to apply, they are ready to lead.
by senior year, many students are ready to pursue their academic dreams. A significant number choose to apply through early decision to their top-choice schools, reflecting their commitment to these elite institutions. This year, several students have been accepted into top universities, such as the massachusetts institute of technology (mit), stanford, yale, the university of chicago, duke, northwestern, cornell, brown, the university of pennsylvania, columbia, emory, vanderbilt, the university of michigan, the university of oxford and the united states military academy.
“american heritage schools has provided me with resources and outlets that have created an environment where success is guaranteed,” said lily svirsky, a senior from the palm beach county campus, who was accepted to columbia university.
as a leader in academic excellence for decades, american heritage continues to set the gold standard in florida, celebrating 16 consecutive years as the state’s top school for national merit scholars. American heritage was also the named no. 1 private k-12 school in florida and no. 1 college prep private high school in florida, according to niche.Com.
“our seniors have poured years of hard work, curiosity and heart into their journey at american heritage, and today, the nation’s top colleges are recognizing what we’ve known all along: the class of 2026 is extraordinary,” american heritage president dr. Doug laurie said. “Their early acceptances reflect a standard of excellence that goes far beyond a gpa. We are immensely proud of their perseverance and can’t wait to see the impact they’ll make on their future campuses.”
for the full list of american heritage schools early acceptances, visit www.Ahschool.Com/early-college-acceptances-2026. |
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| Nationals Skipper Gives Some Insight Into Teams Decision to Option Harry Ford |
| Posted on Friday, March 20 @ 00:00:58 PDT (9 reads) | |
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Nationals skipper gives some insight into teams decision to option harry ford
in this story:
with opening day one week away at the time of writing, the washington nationals have started to shrink their roster options by sending players down to triple-a rochester or reassigning them to minor league camp.
one of the biggest shockers was the decision to start harry ford in triple-a this year after they acquired him as a headlining addition of the offseason. It seemed like he was in the running to potentially start depending on how things went throughout spring training. However, the nationals decided it would be best for him to get everyday reps in the minors to start out 2026.
manager blake butera gave some insight into washingtons thought process surrounding this whole situation, including why the organization went down this route and if ford can do anything to be part of the major league roster at any point this year.
nationals want him to get more seasoned as a catcher
defense has always been the question mark when it comes to ford. His hit tool is incredible, and its why hes been a star prospect ever since he was taken 12th overall in the 2021 draft. But his actual ability to be an all-around catcher is what has yet to be determined.
and because of that, the nationals want to give him more reps behind the plate on an everyday basis. Per jessica camerato of mlb.Com, ford has been tasked with learning the triple-a pitching staff to help elevate their performance by calling good games.
understanding how the pitchers feel throwing to him, thats a big part of the catching game, obviously. Making sure that our pitchers in triple-a are having success with harry catching. Then also understanding that the blockings good, the receiving numbers are good, and then you see the offense, hopefully he continues to do what hes done in his career so far. Those are the big ticket items, stated butera.
blake butera reveals if they might call up harry ford this season
that quote from the skipper makes it seem like it could be a while before the team is comfortable calling up the 23-year-old to be part of their major league roster. However, he further explained that the door is not closed on ford playing his way into the equation this season.
we told him, there is no timetable of, like, you have to stay down there for x amount of days. No, you go down there and you dominate and you force our hand, we will make sure youre up there with us, butera added.
with that in mind, it will be interesting to see what actually happens regarding ford during his time in the minors and how soon washington might be willing to depart from their initial plan. A lot of that could depend on how the tandem of keibert ruiz and drew millas do to start the year, as struggles by both of them might cause some major changes to take place. But overall, it seems like ford is in a prove it category as they want to see him develop more.
brad wakai
brad wakai graduated from penn state university with a degree in journalism. While an undergrad, he worked at the student radio station covering different penn state athletic programs like football, basketball, volleyball, soccer and other sports. Brad became the lead contributor for nittany lions wire of gannett media where he continued to cover penn state athletics. Currently, brad is the publisher for washington nationals on si and covers multiple teams across the on si network. He is the host of the sports podcast i said what i said, where he and his co-host discuss topics across the nfl, college football, the nba and other sports. You can follow him on twitter: @bwakai |
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| Wallace State inducts students into honor societies |
| Posted on Friday, March 20 @ 00:00:58 PDT (9 reads) | |
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Hanceville, ala. – Nearly 100 students have been inducted into honor societies since the beginning of the 2025-2026 academic year at wallace state community college.
phi theta kappa, mu alpha theta and sigma kappa delta have all welcomed students to their organizations, with phi theta kappa (ptk) inducting 71, mu alpha theta (mat) 19 and sigma kappa delta (skd) 15.
“we are incredibly proud of the students who have earned induction into sigma kappa delta, mu alpha theta, and phi theta kappa this year,” said kristen holmes, wallace state vice president for students. “Their dedication, discipline and commitment to academic excellence distinguish them among their peers. These honor societies recognize not only exceptional achievement in the classroom, but also leadership, service, intellectual curiosity and a willingness to engage deeply in scholarly pursuits. We look forward to seeing the many ways these students will contribute to their communities and chosen fields in the years ahead.”
phi theta kappa
wallace state’s alpha chi tau chapter of phi theta kappa is extended by invitation only. To be eligible, a student must be enrolled in an associate-degree program, have completed at least 12 hours of college-level course work leading to an associate degree, have a grade point average of 3.5 or better, exhibit good moral character and possess recognized leadership qualities.
the members of alpha chi tau participate in mentoring programs with at-risk students in area high schools, tutorial relationships with wallace state students, community-service projects in cullman county and in neighboring counties and programs sponsored by wallace state and other institutions to promote academic enrichment.
membership also opens opportunity for ptk scholarships as the student moves on to four-year universities. Students are inducted twice a year, during the spring and fall semesters. Ptk members are eligible for commencement honors during the college’s annual graduation ceremonies.
students inducted into phi theta kappa include:
altoona: linda andrews
arley: brooke ary-maze
ashville: katharina chamberlin, kristi hale
baileyton: bethany mcniel
bessemer: lilianna sanchez
birmingham: ariel ernest, brittany givan
blountsville: malachi chamblee, karlie fore
childersburg: heavenly lawson
cleveland: elizabeth culpepper, liletzy valdez
cordova: katrina thompson
cullman: andrea austin, kristin barnett, ava bell, ashlyn danecker, colton echols, rebecca fox, matthew hawley, hank hudson, joel jr jasso-robledo, david miller, alexander najera, emma ray, hannah rhodes, abby southeard, allie stewart, anna strane
decatur: nadia paradise
eva: blaire drummond, brooke drummond
falkville: hailey carrington
fayette: brandon sanford
gadsden: mallory brooks
gardendale: reese heron, allison jacks
guntersville: isabella agabin-koller, nayeli escobedo
hanceville: jaretzy abad, paige trent
hazel green: bryleigh holman
helena: edna mitchell
holly pond: tessa jones
horton: america benitez garcia
huntsville: bethany abbott, catherine raby
jasper: ellise davis, gavin slaten
lynn: dawson duboise
morris: leah graves
oneonta: britlyn bryson, lyla cleveland, eduardo gonzalez, gavin green, erika hernandez
owens cross roads: jax bartlett
russellville: madilyn calderon
somerville: anita jacobs
trussville: anna avram
vinemont: annaliese dunn, nolan dyer
warrior: madison gibbs, carson mcpherson
wilmer: darcy alford
savannah, ga.: Ephraim nkongho
dexter, mo.: Alyssa warren
jackson, tenn.: Amanda sellers
lawrenceburg, tenn.: Wesley seymore
pulaski, tenn.: Kenlee hall
mu alpha theta
mu alpha theta (mat) is a mathematics honor society for community colleges. Mat provides members with various avenues to showcase their mathematical knowledge and talents, while providing opportunities to learn from and interact with members across the united states.
to qualify for membership in mat, students must have completed math 112 or higher with a gpa of 3.0 in the qualifying math class or classes.
students inducted into mu alpha theta include:
alabaster: alecia cruse
bessemer: bridgette jones
birmingham: annie cheatwood
boaz: pamela tidmore
cleveland: ellee culpepper
cullman: ava bell, reese fox, benjamin turner
falkville: hailey carrington
gardendale: allison jacks
harvest: priscila pulido
huntsville: catherine raby
jasper: amya guadalupe cruz, gavin slaten
morris: kaitlyn ferino
piedmont: chloe rule
vinemont: anna dunn
wetumpka: austin holley
wilsonville: madelyn adams
sigma kappa delta
sigma kappa delta (skd) is the national english honor society for two-year colleges. Wallace state’s theta delta chapter was established in 2007. Skd provides the exceptional student with a variety of opportunities for advancing the study of language and literature, for developing skills in creative and analytical writing, for meeting outstanding scholars and professionals in the discipline of english and for obtaining scholarships.
students invited to join skd are required to have a minimum overall gpa of 3.3, have completed one college english course with a grade not lower than a b, and have completed at least 12 college credit hours.
students inducted into sigma kappa delta include:
alabaster: alecia cruse
attalla: amelia fowler
birmingham: annie kay cheatwood
bremen: brady phillips
cleveland: ellee culpepper
cullman: kristin barnett, ava bell, evan cherry, anna strane
gardendale: nicholas clark
guntersville: nayeli escobedo
odenville: jennifer michelle couch
piedmont: chloe rule
vinemont: anna dunn
winfield: matthew may |
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| Dont rush-enjoy the journey - Metallicman |
| Posted on Friday, March 20 @ 00:00:58 PDT (11 reads) | |
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Over the years i have become a complainer.
if it was winter and it was cold out, i would complain about it. I would hate dealing with driving in the snow and the worry of getting stuck, or in an accident or cleansing the ice or snow off the windshield. I would complain about the bitter cold. And i would complain about the electric bill.
if it was spring, i would complain that i had to be inside and working… or inside and studying. Or inside driving. Or inside fixing something that was broken.
if it was summer, and it was hot out, i would complain about the heat. I would complain about the bugs, and the mosquitoes. I would complain about mowing the grass, and how quickly my ice cream would melt. I would complain that the pool was closed, or that my air conditioning wasn’t working well enough. And i would complain about the electric bill.
if it was fall, i would complain that i had to be inside and working… or inside and studying. Or inside driving. Or inside fixing something that was broken.
i was a complainer.
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now, with the time constraints removed, i’m not so much in a rush. And i am starting to enjoy the moments.
don’t rush—enjoy the journey
so we start with decker…
rick waiting * relaxing blade runner blues vibes
today…
what is the strangest and most surprising computer bug you have come across?
icl was a british computer company, established in 1968 (incorporated into fujitsu in 2002).
icl had a few innovations. One was hardware indexing of data on a disk pack. This allowed searches to be performed much, much quicker. For example, searching the big database on the standard database would take a minute or more, but the hardware indexed db search would be complete in a couple of seconds.
the other thing of note to me was the ability to plug in new hardware in the fly and have it automatically configure. New tape drive? No problem? New printer? Name assigned and available to print.
obviously such a new idea had to have a good name. After literally pints of beer to think, they came up with general reconnesence of peripheral environment. Well, they were computer engineers. What did you expect?
all was fine, but then head office started receiving packets of print out from the sydney office. They couldn’t work out or. Nobody was deliberately doing it, so why was the print routed there?
it took a while, but then they worked it out. There was a satellite link to australia from london. Sydney had plugged in a new printer. The printer was on the network that was attached to the satellite link. So when the head office sent out an attached peripheral request, the printer in sydney responded and was configured. Someone in her office saw the available printer, which was on the london network, so stayed using it.
it turned out that the timeout on the ping was set too long. They reduced the response time to something a lot shorter and it worked as designed.
this incident was called the interstellar grope.
i was contacted to help a company set up a new accounting system interacting with sap. They had a problem in that they had a six hour overnight window to load a few million rows of transaction data, but testing showed it was running very slow and would take at least 10 hours to load production volumes. 10 into 6 doesn’t go. The project was in danger.
the application was a series of nested routines, so they could reuse pre-written and proven code. Everything looked fine.
then i found it.
one program, about 3 levels deep, was opening and closing a queue to get the next transaction. But the top level program had already opened and populated the queue.
i made some minor changes to the program queue to inherit things from the higher level programs and removed the queue open/close.
i then tested it. It finished too quick. So i tried with a production volume file to try and work out where it was failing.
it wasn’t failing. It was completing production volumes in 15 minutes.
just shows that the coding can be fine, and individual modules can work well, but it’s the integration where the devil’s makes his playground.
one other for now.
had a cobol program written by another member of the team. Every now and again it went wrong and output wildly invalid results. Nobody could work out what was wrong, so they dumped it on me saying it was a grade 2 error (grade 1 would be the end of the universe in heat death or an alien invasion) and it had to be fixed by the next day.
the code looked fine. It was mostly doing what it should. But every now and again it threw it’s toys out of the pram. But there was nothing wrong with the record it was looking at. Hand executing the code showed that record should be fine.
so i worked backwards. And found the error five records before. That record had a condition that set a flag, which changed behaviour later in the code because of specific financial requirements. Which it correctly set.
but…
the flag wasn’t reset for the next record. So when another condition arose, with that flag set from before it caused an “undocumented feature” to occur (we don’t have bugs. Bugs are insects. Modern computer rooms don’t get insects. Nor do we have bad code. Just “undocumented features” to delight and amuse our users).
i added a line to reset the flag group of variables when the next record was read. The problem never occurred again.
the boss bought jam doughnuts. Any other form of doughnut is an abomination and an affront unto god and should be cast into the firey pits of hell!
i jokingly said to the waiter he’s in the friendzone & not my husband, but he took it serious & left
https://youtu.Be/3twp-mf0enc
patrick huber
the car continues around the small wooded area and through an underpass by a train station. George walks towards the station. The area looks familiar, but his mind is foggy, and a lot could have changed. On the track a large sign noting, glen ridge. At least he was in the right town. Now he needs to get back to alfie’s house.
he doesn’t much remember agreeing to this plan, rather he was conscripted quite forcefully. However, avenging his mother while also saving her, and becoming wealthy is more than he has ever wanted in life. What do you do when you finally get what you want? It’s scary, for now george was going along with it.
the incredible situation has been hard for george to process. No less than an hour ago, he was packing up for the night at the home office of his employer and longtime benefactor alfie harrington. He had settled his affairs for the evening and, out of courtesy, asked if anything was needed. Most nights the answer is a ‘no thank you, good work today, have a pleasant evening.’
this from mr. Alfred harrington, his elderly, industrialist employer, whom he’d been acting as personal business associate for the last 15 years. And prior to that he was an intern at harrington, & co. Following undergrad and grad school, all paid for by the helena mae foundation, the philanthropic arm of harrington, & co..
but this night mr. Harrington had asked him to stay for a cup of tea.
“ just one cup my dear boy, we have much to discuss.” Said harrington.
“sure thing mr. Harrington.” Replied george
“oh my dear boy, this is an informal discussion, please call me alfie.”
alfie invited george to have a seat in the empty wingback chair opposite his that sat in front of the large lit fireplace. A small table sat between the two chairs, a tea serving set. A cane leaned against alfie’s chair. George took a seat and alfie poured him a cup.
“ might want to let this one steep a few minutes, it’s a strong herbal blend my good friend, dr. Ferdinand d’souza, brought it back with him on one of his trips abroad. It’s transformative but needs time” alfie says , just as dr. D’souza makes his entrance. Alfie grabs his cane and gets up to welcome his longtime friend and physician. He introduces george and tells him that in addition to keeping him healthy, dr. D’souza has been working on a private research project for many years now.
alfie asks george to confirm details about his childhood. That the identity of his father was unknown. How he never knew his mother, she was killed when he was a newborn, something drug related as the story goes. He was passed around different foster homes and orphanages, each one more abusive and neglectful.
alfie then asked about the essay he wrote when applying for the scholarship. How in it he wrote that the one thing he dreamt for most in the world was to spend one day with his mother. George could only check his emotions in front of his employer and shrugged it off.
“well, i was an idealistic and sentimental child back then.” George says.
the drudging up of painful memories made george anxious so grabbed the cup of tea, taking a big sip, ignoring the scolding heat.
this unexpected drink got alfie and dr. D’souza acting, and alfie laid out the plan. Alfie had been funding the doctor’s research into a theoretical phenomenon known as quantum cognitive temporality. Whereas shifting one state of consciousness could allow them to interact with past events.
“traveling through time through our dreams.” Alfie summed it up.
alfie then tells him that he is offering george the chance to stop his mother’s killer. George was incredulous to this and the notion that alfie knew the identity of his mother’s killer.
“oh i know a lot more than that i’m afraid.” Alfie says.
alfie’s face went dark as he begins to explain the secret he has been keeping from george all these years. He had known his mother, she worked for him at the harrington estate. He took a liking to her and advantage of her. It continued and she grew attached. Alfie fired her and through her out. Months later she shows up, with the picture of a newborn
“it was you george, only 2 days old. My god you were gorgeous, you had my mother’s eyes, still do.” Alfie recalled.
alfie had been injured earlier that day and was stuck in bed. He told her he would call later and discuss an arrangement. Instead he hired men to beat and kill her, and make it look like the robbery of a drug addict. Alfie then used his family’s influences to push the investigation to the drug story george had been told.
standing there now, forty years in the past, george was conflicted. Alfie harrington has been the supportive father figure he always needed, and turns out that was for a reason. But he murdered his mother, robbed him of a childhood. Was that enough to kill him? He would have to decide that.
in the moment, george was speechless at alfie’s confession. His body went numb and the room began to spin. The tea was taking control of his mind. But alfie’s next instructions slapped him in the face.
alfie’s plan instructed george to get back to his house, make contact with the younger alfie and kill him before he murdered his mother.
how could alfie want such a thing, george asked.
alfie explains, he has led a despicable life, and he’s tried to buy back his soul by throwing money and opportunity at george, but it wasn’t enough, he owes george his mother back. And this was the only way. He was dying old man, he wished this above all else.
alfie grabbed his cane, hobbled over to his desk and came back with an envelope. He shows george a revised a will naming his mother amelia carter and george carter sole executors of his estate and all harrington family holdings. He instructs george to swap this for the one locked in his safe. George should already know the combination.
george’s mind detaches from reality. Dr. D’souza straightens him up and says to him, “if you need to come back or find yourself in mortal danger, swallow this pill, it’s a concentrated dose of the tea. You will wake up back here.”
the doctor’s final instructions were the last thing george heard before the world went black.
the mental fog wore off and george made sense of his direction. He must be five or so miles from alfie’s house, he could get a taxi. He goes for his phone before remembering there is no cellular network yet.
a red sedan sputters and revs its way around the trees.
george makes it to the corner just by the underpass. He hears a whistling coming from the other corner under the tracks. It’s a well-groomed, gentleman, middle aged, reading a magazine completely in his own world. It was alfie.
alfie steps off the curb into the street, magazine held high in front of his face. The red sedan hits a burst of speed at the last turn before the underpass. Alfie doesn’t notice.
george yells out for him, “alfie watch out!”
he puts himself between the car and his father and takes the hit. For the second time in just so many minutes, george was unconscious.
“hey dear boy, you gonna make it?” Says a muffled voice.
george opens his eyes to meet the younger version of his long time employer.
“you ok, that bastard came out of no where.”Says alfie. He helps george up and he sees the owner of the red sedan, a kid not more than twenty, scared at what just happened.
“wait until the police arrive kid, then you’re really in a world of shit.” Says alfie to the open mouthed young adult.
“ no it’s ok, i’m ok, we don’t need to involve the police.” George says, not wanting to have to answer for his existence to any form of authority. He waves the young kid off. Alfie asks if he’s had lunch yet, he’s buying.
“i could eat” says george.
“splendid, you’re going to love simone’s cooking.”
george had made it back to alfie’s house, and gotten in good with alfie all rather easily. He was feeling optimistic this could all be over soon.
would my mother be waiting for me when i woke up?, He thought.
george, now relieved of his winter coat, sat out on a small patio area just beyond the living room. An area he and alfie would share many afternoon teas in good weather years from now. The feeling of ease washed over him with the thought of seeing his mother, but evaporated with the reality of what needed to be done.
“didn’t i tell you she was a good cook.” Alfie says coming out through the glass doors. “Now my dear boy, you still look a bit woozy from the hit, i suggest you spend the rest of the day here, i called my personal doctor to come check you out.”
“oh thats too kind of you but i don’t think i need a doctor” replies george.
“nonsense” says alfie “i have him on retainer. You relax here…please excuse me though i have some business calls to make, i’ll find you when he arrives.” Alfie gives a crooked smile and heads back inside.
could i really kill him? He thought. He’s my father, and he’s given me everything, but he’s also taken away everything. George was torn.
yes he wanted his mother to be alive, and yes he wanted to unleash the rage that’s been building in him, but never did he think it would be because of alfie. George hears a car on the gravel driveway out front. A moment later the doorbell. George goes into the living room and listens at the door leading to the hall. He can’t see, but he can hear someone, a female voice asking for alfie.
that’s my mother! She’s here to tell alfie about me? This is the day he kills her! The shadow of his reality grew around him. In the very near future he was going to have to commit murder.
the voices grew louder. His mother was yelling,” look at him, his name is george he is your son, you have to acknowledge him, please.”
alfie invites his mother inside.
this isn’t playing out like alfie said. He was going to have to be careful. He hears footsteps rapidly approaching the door he’s listening behind. It opens and he’s staring into the stone face of alfie.
“sure gave me a startle there george, if you’re’ feeling up to, i have a guest i’d like you to meet, shes over in my office.” Alfie leads george to his office. A room he was last in, 40 years in the future. The anticipation of meeting his mother is overwhelming but he can’t shake this bad feeling, after all why was alfie introducing a stranger, to a woman with whom he’d fathered an illegitimate child .
could he know the truth? Does he know i’m here to kill him?
thats nearly impossible, but something was off.
they enter the office and his mother is sitting in one of the two chairs opposite the desk.
“amelia you must know my friend george don’t you?” Alfie says, forcing his mother to turn and look up at him.
“no i can’t say i do.” Amelia replies.
george takes the empty seat, alfie stops at the table holding a bar and a tea set.. He arrives at the desk with three fresh cups, he places one in front of george and amelia, and holds onto the other.
“you look like you need a cup dear boy. Well, it has been a strange day to say the least. First a stranger saves me, and then a former bedmate shows up with a baby. Oddly enough they are both named george. Hardly the workings of a conspiracy, however there is the matter of this.” Alfie says holding up the revised will george had traveled with. He had forgotten all about it, everything happened so fast, he didn’t think to check. His coat lay on the floor next to the desk.
“now what i can’t figure out is how you two know each other. What’s your scam? A couple of lovers needing a chunk of cash to skip town.”
george looks over at my mother and their eyes meet. He can’t look away.
alfie snaps his fingers and again demands to know their connection and their plan. He points out that both names are on this new “phony” will, as mother and son. Amelia is left speechless but george tries to find an explanation. He nervously takes a healthy sip of tea and fumbles for words.
“now look i can be a reasonable man, if i get reasonable answers. We can have a reasonable cup of tea and talk this through. ” Alfie says coldly, taking a sip, george instinctively follows, while amelia leaves hers untouched.
“what’s wrong amelia? Don’t you like how i make it?” Alfie asks.
“i know better than to accept a drink from you.” Amelia replies
alfie chuckles “you are wiser than your cohort here. I am a man of action, your tea has been laced with a rather effective and untraceable poison now george my dear boy, you have less an half an hour to come clean if you hope to see tomorrow.”
george looks at this tea, then alfie, then his mother. He is unable to speak as the truth is so incredible neither would believe him. Alfie plays another card.
“well, i need to resort to more aggressive tactics. “ Alfie pulls out a small pistol from the desk drawer and points it at amelia.
“bullets take effect so much faster than poison, wouldn’t you say. Someone talk. Now.” Alfie demands, and after a second of silence he pulls back the hammer of the gun.
“i’m from the future, i was sent back to stop you.” George blurts out.
“ i should kill you just for wasting my time. Stop me from what?” Alfie replies.
“it’s true, forty years from now, we are sitting right over there by the fireplace. You sent me back here to stop you from killing amelia.” George says this turning to amelia. “ Because she’s my mother, the baby is me. This was all your plan, you regretted killing her, so much so that you have been caring for me most of my life. I work for you. Your last wish was to give me back my mother. You said i had your mother’s eyes!”
amelia can’t believe what she just heard but the harder she looks at the face of this man sitting before her, she knows its true. This is her baby boy. She puts her hand on his heart, and takes his to her chest. Forgetting the world for a moment, the two share a heartbeat.
this moment is shattered by the explosion from the revolver, alfie had shot into the air. He has lost what little patience he maintains. He holds the gun squarely at amelia’s head. His eyes cold and still. He pulls back the hammer. George leaps over the desk and dives at alfie.
the two crash on the floor, the gun falls away. They struggle, george is on top of him fighting as best he can to keep him down. Alfie lands punches down on georges back trying to force him off. Just beyond the length of alfie’s right hand is the gun. He reaches out for it. George sees this and pulls his arm back, and they struggle more. Off to his right, is a gold letter open, george reaches and grabs hold of it. Alfie takes the advantage and shifts his weight to roll on top of george. The two roll several more times before again george lands on top. Alfie no longer fighting, the rolling forced the letter opener deep into his chest.
george shaking with fear, lets go of the opener and looks into the eyes of his father. Alfie looks back, eases, and gives a smile.
“you do have my mother’s eyes.” Alfie says with his last breath.
the combination of poison and emotion again sends his body into overdrive. He tries to stand but can’t find his balance. Amelia runs to grab her son as he falls to the ground.
“easy my boy, my big baby boy.”Amelia says, unable to contain the emotion. She cries and wraps her arms around her son.
“pill…in my jacket…hurry.” George gasps.
amelia finds the pill and puts it in his mouth. He swallows it and pulls his mother in for another hug.
“what mother in the world gets to see her baby’s face grow up all in one day. You’re more handsome than i ever wished. ” Amelia cries.
“and you’re more beautiful than i could ever dream. I love you, mom. I’m not sure what’s about to happen but this isn’t goodbye…i’ll see you in the morning.”
george’s world distorts, then shuts down to black.
what was the most unexpected personal note you ever found on your windshield?
this was 28 years ago. I had just finished working the late shift so it was about 1015pm. There were maybe 10 other cars in the employee lot.
i get to my car and i see a note on there.
it said the following:
“hey dickhead!!
you don’t know me but my friend that you slept with last week is pissed off that you never called. Well i told my dad you raped her and he’s a district attorney. He’s going to file charges against you and he’ll make sure you go to prison. You’re fucked…..I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
i had no clue what that was about as i was in a huge slump at the time.
two weeks later my friend, ruben, got a similar note on his windshield saying he got her friend pregnant.
it turned out a psycho coworker of ours had the hots for one of us. Not sure who but neither of us were interested. Still have no idea what her endgame was by putting these on our windshields….She was fired a week later for something unrelated
clueless girl thinks this men’s job are easy?!
cajun lasagna
lasagna leaves italy and heads to the bayou with the addition of shrimp and spicy sausage.
prep: 30 min | bake: 50 min | yield: 8 servings
ingredients
- 10 uncooked lasagna noodles
- 2 (14.5 ounce) cans diced tomatoes with green chilies, drained
- 1 (12 ounce) bag frozen cooked deveined peeled miniature/tiny shrimp (tails off), thawed, rinsed and drained
- 1/2 pound smoked spicy sausage (andouille or kielbasa)*, cut into 1/4-inch slices
- 1 (16 ounce) jar alfredo pasta sauce
- 2 cups (8 ounces) shredded mozzarella cheese
- 1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded parmesan cheese
- 2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley, if desired
instructions
- heat oven to 350 degrees f.
- cook and drain noodles as directed on package.
- spread 1 cup of the tomatoes in ungreased 13 x 9-inch (3-quart) glass baking dish. Top with 5 noodles, overlapping slightly as needed. Layer with half each of the remaining tomatoes, the shrimp, sausage, alfredo sauce and mozzarella cheese.
- repeat layers. Sprinkle parmesan cheese over top.
- cover dish with foil. Bake for about 30 minutes or until center is hot and bubbly.
- uncover; bake for 15 to 20 minutes longer or until cheese is melted.
- let stand for 15 minutes before cutting.
- sprinkle with parsley.
notes
* to reduce the spiciness, swap the sausage with 2 cups of cut-up cooked chicken instead.
save preparation time by using mini lasagna (mafalda) noodles and stirring the ingredients together to make an oven casserole.
nutrition
per serving: calories 510 calories from fat 260 total fat 29g saturated fat 17g trans fat 1g cholesterol 175mg sodium 1370mg total carbohydrate 31g
dietary fiber 3g sugars 6g protein 32g
% daily value*: vitamin a 25% vitamin c 8% calcium 45% iron 15%
exchanges: 1 1/2 starch; 0 fruit; 0 other carbohydrate; 0 skim milk; 0 low-fat milk; 0 milk; 1 vegetable; 0 very lean meat; 0 lean meat; 0 high-fat meat; 2 fat
* percent daily values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet.
so many visitors with valid visas have been detained at the border, not just denied entry but literally detained for days sometimes weeks, does anyone have an estimate of how much the loss of tourism is going to cost the united states economy?
well, the tariff tantrums already cost the us about $20 billion in canadian tourism.
it’s estimated that before f’elon 47, the us “earned” approximately $155 billion per year from foreign tourists.
but that is only as it is related to tourist spending on tourism related goods and services.
there are other types of foreign travelers who also spend a ton of money in the us. Business people, students, medical patients, educators. They are not coming to the us merely for funsies, but they also spend a ton of money in non-tourism related industries.
the us, pre-47, saw about 1.1 million foreign college students per year. Those weren’t “tourists” but they spent a ton of money on college tuition and fees, housing, food, medical care, etc. Any parents who care about their children would prevent them from coming to the us for college. Which will result in billions of dollars removed from many college area communities. Student rentals, college tuition, college based local economies, etc. Will all feel the loss of that money.
the medical field will also be hit. Between the number of foreign college students who attend medical programs in the us, to those who work in medical facilities to those who come for medical care, there will be losses.
but the issue is far deeper than just how many billions of dollars will be lost.
it’s how many lives will be worse for the ice deportations and detentions? How many industries, employees, medical patients, professors etc. Will be lost because of the current practices (not “official” policies)?
these detentions and deportations will cost jobs, homes, lives. It’s not just about the dollars, but the human lives it will cost.
hope the non-voters, third party voters, and magats are proud of themselves for choosing this.
have your neighbors ever called the cops on you for something ridiculous?
when i first bought my house in 1997, there was an older woman living next door. She had wanted the 2/3 acre lot to expand her yard.The house she planned to tear down.
-cleaning brush out of the yard one day( house sat empty for about 10 years), the cops come up to me wanting to know what i’m doing on private property. I told them i was the new property owner and i was clearing my yard out. Showed them my sales contract , no problem.
-moved my old car into the yard and threw a tarp over it. Came home to find a 5 day tow ticket on it.
“abandoned vehicle in empty lot”
took my title, deed and id to police station. Asked them wen they were called about the car. She watched me leave and then called thinking they’d tow it immediately.
-cops come to my door, “complaint of indecent exposure” i was working in my yard in a bathing suit top. —- -Complaint about the rain from my gutter got her sidewalk wet.
-the wind blew my leaves onto her laundry.
-the dust from my yard got on her http://grass.So i put up a 7 foot tall stockade fence( good fences make good neighbors)
i finally got her to shut up. I was laying out in the sun and i hear the by now familiar knock. They asked if i was walking around my yard nude. Nope. Neighbor says you are. How did she me over a 7 foot tall privacy fence? She was up in her bedroom and looked down over the fence. Apparently not certain, she came downstairs, got a kitchen chair to stand on so she could see over the fence. Cops told her if she called them one more time about me minding my own businwss on my own property, they would charge her with violation of my rights to peaceful enjoyment of my property.
old hateful bat finally moved away
what is an experience you had at a buffet that you’ll never forget?
i took the wife and kids to a buffet in sioux falls. My wife disliked the place but myself and the kids loved it. We went in, had more than our fill, went to wally world and drove 50 miles back home.
later that night, my wife, myself and our two boys felt horrible. Since we all felt bad on monday (next day), i went and made a clinic appointment. Went in and sure enough, i had food poisoning. I did some research and my boys, wife, parents, and myself all had the lasagna. Everyone but my daughter. She felt fine.
i called the buffet and no one answered and everytime i tried calling, got no answer. Almost immediately after eating, the buffet shut down and their building is no longer a buffet.
i’ve heard horror stories about the canadian healthcare system. As an american, i’d like to clear this up, are you helped immediately if you have a stroke, heart attack, or any form of cancer, even at a public hospital?
my wife (at the time), and myself, took my younger daughter to the hospital when she was an infant.
she was ill, and it was impairing her breathing a little.
she was probably 10 pounds at the time. Tiny.
i dropped my wife, and daughter at emerg. I went and parked the car on the side street, free, it was night-time.
i went to emerg.
parking the car had taken less than a couple of minutes.
my daughter was already in a room, hooked up to stuff, with at least 6 or 8 people doing things.
she wasn’t in a severe state. Only at risk of becoming severe.
and they swarmed to aid her. (I am thinking it was a slow night in emerge, but still).
it was like a crew in the pit at an f1 race.
i don’t know if they even took the time to ask names.
it was nothing short of “impressive”. And heartwarming to see, as a dad with a sick kid.
sir whiskerton and the tangled yarn: a tale of stretching, patience, and feline wisdom
ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of tangled threads, overeager kittens, and one very wise cat who taught the importance of taking life one step at a time. Today’s story is one of patience, perspective, and the beauty of slowing down to enjoy the journey. So, grab your knitting needles (or a ball of yarn, if you must), as we dive into sir whiskerton and the tangled yarn: a tale of stretching, patience, and feline wisdom.
ditto’s overeager ambitions
it all began on a quiet morning, just as the farm was waking up to the gentle clucking of doris the hen and the distant mooing of bessie the tie-dye cow. Sir whiskerton, the farm’s resident detective and philosopher, was perched on the barn roof, stretching his sleek black body in the sunlight. His movements were slow and deliberate, a perfect example of feline grace.
ditto, his ever-eager apprentice, watched from below, his tiny paws twitching with excitement. “Sir whiskerton!” Ditto called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “What are you doing?”
“stretching,” sir whiskerton replied, his voice calm and measured. “A cat’s stretch is a reminder to take life one step at a time. It’s a moment to pause, reflect, and prepare for the day ahead.”
“ahead!” Ditto echoed, his eyes wide with curiosity. “But there’s so much to do! I want to do everything at once!”
sir whiskerton raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking with amusement. “Everything at once, you say? That’s a tall order, even for a cat as ambitious as you.”
but ditto was already off, bounding across the barnyard with boundless energy. “I’ll help doris with her eggs, then i’ll play with rufus, then i’ll help porkchop find truffles, and then i’ll—”
before sir whiskerton could stop him, ditto tripped over a ball of yarn that had been left in the barnyard. The yarn unraveled, wrapping around his paws and tangling him in a colorful web of threads.
“oh no!” Ditto cried, his tiny paws flailing as he tried to free himself. “I’m stuck!”
the animals gathered around, their eyes wide with concern. “Cluck!” Doris squawked, flapping her wings. “What in the name of cluck is going on here?”
“cluck!” Harriet echoed, tilting her head.
“yarn!” Lillian added, fainting dramatically onto a pile of hay.
sir whiskerton leapt down from the barn roof, his tail flicking with concern. “Ditto, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”
ditto looked up at sir whiskerton, his eyes filled with frustration. “I was trying to do everything at once, but now i’m all tangled up!”
sir whiskerton sighed, his tail flicking with a mix of exasperation and affection. “This is precisely why i told you to take life one step at a time. Rushing leads to chaos, while patience leads to clarity.”
the farm in chaos
as ditto struggled to free himself from the yarn, chaos erupted on the farm. The ball of yarn continued to unravel, snaking across the barnyard and tangling everything in its path.
rufus the dog, ever the curious one, bounded over to investigate. “Ooh, yarn!” He barked, sticking his nose into the tangled mess. But as soon as he did, the yarn wrapped around his paws, sending him tumbling into a hay bale.
“yelp! Yelp! Yelp!” Rufus cried, his tail wagging furiously. “Help! I’m tangled too!”
porkchop the pig, drawn by the commotion, waddled over to the yarn. “Mmm, yarn,” he said, licking his lips. But as soon as he tried to nibble on the threads, the yarn wrapped around his snout, leaving him snorting in frustration.
“oink! Oink!” Porkchop squealed, rolling on the ground in a desperate attempt to escape the yarn. “This is worse than the time i ate too many acorns!”
even bessie the tie-dye cow, usually so calm and collected, found herself caught in the chaos. As she tried to help ditto, she stepped on the yarn and slipped, landing in a heap of hay and tangled threads.
“moo!” Bessie groaned, her mood ring turning a deep shade of purple. “This is not groovy at all!”
sir whiskerton, observing the chaos from the barn roof, knew it was time to intervene. “This has gone far enough,” he said, leaping down to the ground. “The farm cannot function under such disorder. I shall restore order and teach ditto the importance of patience.”
sir whiskerton’s solution
sir whiskerton approached ditto, who was now a colorful ball of yarn with a pair of wide, pleading eyes. “Ditto,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “this is what happens when you try to do too much at once. Life is not a race—it’s a journey. And like a cat’s stretch, it’s best taken one step at a time.”
ditto nodded, his tiny paws twitching with frustration. “I know, sir whiskerton. I just wanted to help everyone.”
sir whiskerton placed a paw on ditto’s head. “Your enthusiasm is commendable, but it must be tempered with patience. Now, let’s untangle this mess together.”
under sir whiskerton’s guidance, the animals worked together to free ditto from the yarn. They moved slowly and deliberately, carefully unraveling the threads and restoring order to the barnyard.
as they worked, sir whiskerton explained the importance of stretching and taking things slowly. “A cat’s stretch is not just a physical act—it’s a metaphor for life. It reminds us to pause, reflect, and approach each task with care and intention.”
ditto listened intently, his eyes filled with understanding. “I see now, sir whiskerton. I was so focused on doing everything at once that i forgot to enjoy the journey.”
sir whiskerton smiled, his tail flicking with satisfaction. “Precisely. Life is full of opportunities, but it’s important to savor each moment and take things one step at a time.”
the moral of the story
as the farm returned to normal, the animals reflected on the day’s events.
the moral of the story, dear reader, is this: don’t rush—enjoy the journey. Ditto’s overeager ambitions led to chaos, but his willingness to learn and slow down showed the importance of patience and perspective. The tangled yarn served as a reminder that life is best approached with care and intention, one step at a time. And through it all, sir whiskerton’s wisdom reminded everyone that even the most tangled situations can be resolved with patience and grace.
a happy ending
with the yarn untangled and the farm back to normal, the animals gathered for a celebratory feast. Ditto, now wiser and more patient, sat beside sir whiskerton, his tiny paws twitching with excitement.
“thank you, sir whiskerton,” ditto said, his eyes filled with gratitude. “I’ll remember to take life one step at a time from now on.”
sir whiskerton smiled, his tail flicking with satisfaction. “I’m glad to hear it, ditto. Remember, the world is full of possibilities, but it’s important to savor each moment and enjoy the journey.”
as the sun set over the farm, the animals laughed and chatted, their bond stronger than ever. Sir whiskerton lounged on his favorite sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day. The farm was at peace, and all was right in the world.
and so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new lessons, and the enduring importance of taking life one step at a time. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.
the end.
shorpy
c.B. Tannon
‘still,’ i said. ‘You’ve seen what’s out there. They’re rabid, barely human. Something’s wrong with them.’
‘like demons in human skin-suits, as conor put it.’ Dod chuckled at the silliness of such an idea. ‘I don’t think it’s merely a matter of minds lost to depravity, though. Something’s done this to them, whether by nature or human intervention.’
‘what do you mean?’
‘i mean, when those cataclysmic events converged on our planet all those years ago, the world was rebalanced in the aftermath. There’re forces out there we don’t understand, something’s…fundamentally changed. You mightn’t even know what i refer to, being born in this time.’
i nodded. ‘My father spoke of something similar. But still…how will we possibly fight them if they find us? There’s so many, and they fight with no care for self-preservation.’
‘they fight mindlessly, so we must use their mindlessness to our own advantage. The complete opposite of their approach shall be ours. We will be wily and cunning, striking only the shrewdest blows to their operation while minimizing risk to ourselves.’
i sipped on the pleasant tea as i rifled through a multitude of questions that came to me. ‘How much do you know about them? How do you plan to do that? And who are they?’
‘well, someone is surely directing these attacks. Someone who is not mindless, someone with a desired outcome. This country is still very much a free-for-all. It isn’t a bold leap of logic to assume their goal is simply to gather and hoard supplies, while eliminating those who they would otherwise have to share those resources with. They want power.’
he had sidestepped my questions. I fixed my eyes on his. ‘I asked how you know about them, not what you assumed.’
‘you’re sharp, seamus. You don’t suffer much bullshit, do you?’
i didn’t really know what he meant, so i stayed silent, inviting him to go on talking.
‘a sharp mind and a sharp hand, too. I’m guessing you can use that knife on your belt.’
‘to skin a hide, yes. Not for much else.’
‘you’re different, seamus. All you’ve known is this world. There’s no sense of mourning for what was with you. Sorry, that was a poor choice of words.’ The grief for my father was a dormant resident in the pit of my stomach, but it had risen up and lodged in my throat in an instant. Swallowing it was like a swallowing a jagged rock.
‘forgive me. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that you don’t miss what you never had. The only other here born in this time is conor, and, well, i think you understand why i wouldn’t ask him to help me in this. He’s younger than you, in age, yes, but even more so in maturity, and dare i say, intelligence.’
‘help with…what?’
his lips curled into a surreptitious grin, his eyes aglint. ‘You understand, seamus, that we must strike at them in our own way. I’m asking you to help me, tom and twitch too. I have to think tonight, refine my ideas, but tomorrow morning, meet us in the gardens by the glasshouse, and i’ll share my plans.’
i awoke refreshed, having slept more soundly than i had in some time. Dawn was still swamped in grey when i found the gardens, a series of plots separated by trellises. Some were hung with fruits, others were dense with flowers, roses i think, though their vibrant colours were muted by the pervasive fog. I didn’t have to wait long for the others to show up.
‘you found it!’ Dod said, coming down the path through the feathery vapour.
‘i did.’
twitch, a surly bulldog of a man, strutted after him, a crooked rolled cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth like a limp appendage, hairy tobacco sprouting from the end of it, a mug of steaming black tea sloshing in his hand. His cigarette wagged as he greeted me with a sharp nod and a customary, involuntary twitch of one eye. Tom was taller and more graceful, but then anyone looked graceful next to twitch. He was cupping a mug of green-hued tea between his hands and against his belly, like he was revering some holy chalice. ‘Mornin,’ he greeted me, though his thick accent made the word come out more as marnin’.
i nodded to them, and was saved having to engage in menial conversation by dod’s brusqueness.
‘c’mon, into the glasshouse,’ he bid us eagerly.
at a table under hanging vines and surrounded by plant-beds, he talked to us of his plan. He went on avidly at some length, covering different outcomes and problems we might encounter at each step, and any contingencies he had thought through. Tom made some useful insights and suggestions, twitch mostly grunted, and i remained silent. Dod assigned us various responsibilities. While he spoke, i debated and assessed the necessity of his plan. An overarching theme overrode all my concerns and negated them; i had seen the animalistic work of these half-men on the roads. Their aim was not merely to rob and threaten a beating. They sought to destroy, to ravage, to violate human life in the vilest manner. What they left in their wake, they burned. And regardless of whether they were inculcated, brainwashed, or somehow intentionally shorn of their connection to humanity, one thing was clear to me. They were evil. “Shorn”, i’d heard others refer to them, shorn of empathy and morality. The thought of them out there, in numbers, sent ice down my spine. I shuddered.
‘are you with us, seamus?’ It was dod.
‘yes.’
‘not a bad plan, is it?’
‘no.’
‘okay, so. Seen as i have the necessary quantity of tea already, we only need two more things; we need a boat, and we need to practice our best saxon accents.’
four days later i found myself on my knees on the slick deck of a boat. I swayed with the sea’s choppy motion and stared at the blood on my hands. Rain poured down relentlessly, washing the blood to streaks of pink. Twitch and tom had brought dod into the cabin and were treating his wound as best they could. Everything had been going smoothly, too smoothly. After a swift three-day hike across the countryside, we had come to the coastal town of dunmore east, and there took our pick of several blue fish trawlers. All the while on our journey, dod did his best to train us to speak with the cadence and ridiculous lilt of a saxon. He assured me mine was good, better than the others’, even though i’d never heard the accent before. We talked only like that to each other for long stretches of each day, much of it spent mocking tom for his attempts. We boarded our chosen vessel and set off up the coast without a hitch, never encountering another soul.
once, my father and i had gone years without coming across other people, and we had lived in a sort of effortless flow of routine doing. He had said to me, ‘enjoy every moment of this fine stretch of time we’ve had lad, however long it lasts. You know, before, to live as we do now was impossible. Life was a tangle of unwanted problems, and almost all of them, meaningless at their core.’ Then he had looked at me sadly. ‘But even in this world, no life so clean and orderly can go on forever. There will always be change, some disruption that will come bidden or not to our orderly little world. It’s an inevitable fact of life, in this time and the time before.’
i feared he would be right again, that our luck would change. My fears manifested less than an hour after we had set off up the coast. Another boat followed us. Then night came, and with it a thick fog set in and hovered above the sea, and the boat that followed us disappeared from sight. We had hoped ourselves saved by the darkness, but no, quite the opposite.
men came clambering up onto our boat in the pitch of night, seawater slewing off them. They weren’t the shorn men we knew, and they spoke in a language i’d never heard. Not that i needed to in order to understand their intentions. They came at us wielding slick gleaming knives, yet in the end we defeated them much more easily than i thought we would, even after one of them stuck dod with a knife. For they were fatigued from a long and freezing swim, and twitch was not.
he went at them a safe distance from their knives with a length of rusted chain, the metal links in it each bigger than a man’s fist, lashing it at their legs to knock them down and then unleashing relentless repetitions of arcing whips on them. I had managed to extricate dod from that furious onslaught, dragging him to safety. The last man had struggled to his feet, his face pulped and glistening black with blood, and tom picked him by the scruff and launched him over the side of the boat.
‘bloody spaniards on the east coast of ireland,’ tom muttered disbelievingly, coming out of the cabin to join me under the slewing rain. ‘Come on, hup with ya lad,’ he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. ‘Dod’ll be fine.’
i looked up from my hands as the last of dod’s blood flowed off them. ‘But what of the plan?’ I asked. ‘Dod’s part is yet to be played. What’ll we do?’
i did the maths in my mind even as i asked the question. Dod had the most convincing accent. Tom the least. And twitch…well twitch wasn’t meant for a more discreet task such as this. I gulped. That left me.
‘let’s get inside and talk.’ He had a note of urgency in his voice, and i looked where his gaze roved, squinting into the ominous bank of mist above the dark turbulent water. The blurred shapes of dublin port were emerging.
my accent had held up as we’d pulled into the port and our goods were inspected. We were four englishmen delivering tea, among some other items, from england. Dod had made whatever mendacious prearrangements were necessary so that our arrival was expected, and so far i’d gotten by saying no more than a few words. As we had known, there was just enough cargo that an extra man was needed to deliver it all in one trip. The others waited on the boat while i helped lug the goods to a warehouse. And then we would hope that our plan unfolded from there over the coming weeks.
one of the workers motioned to me with his hand to stop as i went to unload my trolley. He picked off the top box of teabags and put it into my hands. ‘Bring it inside, main building. Upstairs.’
i tried not to panic. ‘Aw’right. Why’s that?’ I asked, cutting the ts from the ends of my words.
he glared a moment. ‘Left out the door. Follow the main path.’
i bobbed my head obeisantly and left the warehouse, trying to mask the pounding of my heart. Everything would be fine, i reassured myself, as i strode through cones of white light. I walked for what seemed like an age when finally a three-story, grey-bricked building became visible. I took a breath before i entered and shoved through the door. There was an empty reception desk and an aura of quiet in the building that suggested the air had been undisturbed for a while. I walked around the wide desk and looked left and right down a dimly lit corridor. There were stairs to the next floor up and one below directly behind the desk and across the corridor, and i made for the flight going up.
i stopped at a sound and tilted my head. It took me a moment to recognise it, and as i did, a curdle of dread rose in my gut. Another less faint scream floated through the air. It came from below, again and again, tortured and raucous, each scream more desperate than the last. I somehow found the will to move my body and left the muted shrieks behind. The second floor was completely dark, so i kept going to the third and there i saw a faint light emanating from a room down an otherwise unlit corridor. I arrived at a door with a pane of mottled yellow glass set in it, light from within spilling out in a turtleshell splatter on the wall.
‘in y’come,’ a woman’s voice drawled.
surprised, i entered.
the room was a simply furnished office, and a grey-haired woman sat behind its desk, lit up in a flaxy glow of lamplight. The desk was littered with papers and a map.
‘finally, some tea that isn’t fifteen years out of date.’ Her voice was deep for a woman’s, the gravel of a frequent smoker baked into her accent. I approached with the box, placing it on the desk. She inspected me with dark eyes.
‘you’re d’youngest soul i’ve seen in years. You must be innocent still, without pain.’ I didn’t think anything in my demeanour changed, but she said, ‘oh. Or not perhaps.’ As i pulled back from the desk her hand suddenly darted out, quick as a lizard, and snatched my wrist in a vice-grip. I yelled as something sharp and unseen nicked my palm. Then with another sharp yank she pulled my hand in and licked the oozing blood from my palm. I recoiled with a jolt, horrified.
‘what are you doing!?’ I yelled, backing away clutching my hand.
‘now you’re mine,’ she said huskily.
she wiped her mouth. She opened it and took a teabag, held it under the light.
‘ah. A cuppa tea and a smoke. Nothing settles the voices in my head so well.’ She worked a cigarette from a pack, a neat white stick, not like twitch’s hand-crafted abominations. She lit it and sucked on it while she stood and went to a side table where she opened a flask and poured hot water into a cup over the teabag. She set it on the desk to brew and sat down again, looking at me with an unreadable gaze.
‘so young,’ she muttered approvingly. ‘I’ll give y’two choices, lad. Stay of your own volition and next time you wake up, all your pain will be gone. The power to do such a thing for another was bestowed on me when the world was rebalanced. I may enter another’s dream, and there, smote their fears, eradicate their pain, their grief. You join us, help us remake the world.’ She ashed her cigarette and sipped tea with a sigh. ‘Or, you go,’ she gestured towards the door, ‘but know that i’ll come to you in your dreams anyway, with different intentions. You’d do things, things to your own kin, things you couldn’t live with. But live on you would. This i promise you, is within my power.’ She took another swig of her tea, and despite the thundering of my heart, i felt my lips curl into a grin.
‘not yet convinced, i see. Do you think people allow me to lead out of respect? Nay, lad. Fear. Fear.’ She nodded, exhaling, smoke streaming from her nostrils and purling around her face. ‘Most come to realize, i can…unburden them. If only they let me rove their minds freely while they sleep, without resistance. So you see, you can gain a lot, or you can lose everything. A simple choice.’
she drank deeply, and at that i managed to stop myself shaking with anxiety. In a way, our plan was unfolding right before my eyes, just not in a way we could have predicted. The woman coughed. The last third of her cigarette fell from her fingers as she grasped at her throat, great heaving breaths suddenly seizing her. Her eyes came into the light, bulging at me as she clawed her neck bloody. Her face went purple and then her features froze in a rictus. She wheezed a last time and slumped to the desk.
i ran.
down the stairs two at a time, down the spotlit path, heedless of who might see me. I waved frantically at the boat as i came down the jetty, the walkway tilting under my scamper.
tom helped me onboard and grasped me by the shoulders.
‘what’s wrong? No one’s comin. You’re grand.’
‘need to go,’ i panted.
‘alright. Twitch! Get us gone! What happened seamus?’
i slumped down on the deck as we pulled out, and relayed everything to tom.
he looked at me, dumbstruck. ‘What’in the good fuck.’
i’d hauled myself inside the cabin and there on the harsh wood floor i’d slumbered. I’d dreamt i’d been walking a winding country path in dusk, mist coiling in. A figure appeared on the path and a familiar rasp wafted to me.
‘two choices i gave’ya lad. Two choices.’
china’s actions in the south china sea have unsettled leaders in australia and new zealand, but what actions can they take in response?
likewise, chinese leaders are uneasy about australia and new zealand’s actions in the tasman sea, so the pla will regularly conduct live-fire exercises in the tasman sea.
i think australians and new zealanders will get used to renhai-class cruisers launching changjian series cruise missiles in the tasman sea.
the money that the qing government paid to australia is enough to buy australia. As for whether australia has received it, you can ask the british federal government and ask the british federal government to give you australia’s share.
are there any significant discoveries that were discovered by accident?
andrew e. Smith and mas subramaniam were working in oregon state university on synthesizing multiferroics for electronic applications, while they stumbled upon something that hadn’t been observed in 200 years.
this something had nothing to do with the electronics industry though.
they just created this …
they created a new pigment for the color blue….
… while trying to create an oxide solid solution between yino3 (a ferroelectric material) and ymno3 (an antiferromagnetic material) at 1,093 °c (2,000 °f).
in case you’re thinking that it was nothing major — let me give you a few tidbits.
- blue pigmentations don’t occur naturally, unlike red, yellow, brown, or green. In fact, blue pigments are so rare, that throughout the course of human history we only managed to create it a few times.
- the prehistoric egyptian blue (kind of lost)
- ultramarine (extremely rare, as it can only be mined from afghanistan)
- cerulean (miranda told us, that it isn’t blue)
- prussian blue (discovered in 1704)
- cobalt blue (discovered in 1803)
- this, discovered 200 years later. (2008)
- this was such a rare discovery, various outlets recognized the discovery and incorporated it in their publications:
- this material, later nomenclated as yinmn blue, is
- non-toxic
- can be industrially produced
crayola incorporated this new blue into their box-set of 12 crayons, in 2017, they named the shade bluetiful.
it earned the research group and dr. Subramananiam a fortune, and osu a lot of accolades.
all … by chance. Unexpectedly.
edit: since, a lot of people have mentioned indigo…
here’s the issue with indigo. Its frequency falls outside of what scientists call blue. The dominant wavelengths of the reflected blue light must fall between 450 nm and 495 nm. For indigo, the wavelength is 425–450 nm. Close, but not technically blue..
one of the best movies ever!
what’s the most “life works in mysterious ways” experience you’ve ever had?
one of the best “life works in mysterious ways” stories i’ve heard is:
about a man who lost his wallet while traveling. It had cash, credit cards, and important ids, and he assumed it was gone forever.
fast forward 5 years, he receives a random package in the mail—inside was his old wallet, untouched except for a note. The note simply said:
“found this years ago. Finally had time to return it. Hope life’s been good.”
no name, no return address. Just a silent reminder that some people do the right thing, even years later. ????
cajun chicken with penne pasta
ingredients
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
- 1 whole chicken breast
- 4 tablespoons cajun seasoning, divided
- 1 cup whole milk
- 12 ounces dry penne pasta
- 2 tablespoons white wine
- 1/4 cup parmesan cheese
instructions
- cut the raw chicken into bite-size pieces and season with 3 tablespoons of the seasoning.
- melt the butter in a heavy saucepan.
- after the butter has melted, grill the chicken in the saucepan until fully cooked.
- meanwhile, cook the pasta until almost done, about 12 minutes.
- add the milk, cooked pasta, parmesan cheese and white wine into the saucepan with the butter and chicken.
- reduce heat to medium-medium low. Cook until the pasta is fully cooked and the sauce is thick enough to coat a spoon. Continue to slowly add more milk if you want to make the sauce more white.
- serve in pasta bowls and sprinkle the top with the remaining seasoning.
why did albert einstein refuse surgery before he died?
in 1948, albert einstein was diagnosed with an abdominal aortic aneurysm.
this is the main blood vessel that supplies blood to the abdomen, pelvis, and legs. In this condition, it swells, increasing the risk of rupture and internal bleeding, which is potentially fatal. Surgery was recommended, but he refused despite the seriousness of his medical condition. The doctors respected his decision.
he died at the age of 76 on april 18, 1955. His refusal to undergo surgery is a testament to his firm beliefs and values. He was an advocate of nonviolent conflict resolution. He had witnessed the atrocities of world war i and world war ii and believed that violence begets more violence.
when asked why he did not want to undergo surgery he replied:
” i want to leave when i decide. It is in bad taste to prolong life artificially. I have done my part, it is time to go” |
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My mother was on a self-reliance “kick”. To be ready and prepared for any kind of problem, or economic downturn. Ah, she was before her time.
or not.
she did live right on the tail end of the “great depression” after all.
my mother insisted on having 6 months of food storage in her basement. And over all i think that this was a good thing. Don’t you know.
since those days, oh and i’m going back decades, i’ve had tons (over 15) of sudden layoffs. Many in the days right before christmas… so many of course, that i get ptsd around christmas time. And then, of course living paycheck to paycheck, i had to scramble… make do… and hustle to find something else. Often in a small down in west bum-fuck.
and that would necessitate a move.
sucks to be me, but i guess that i was to be the “representative” of human-kind at this moment in time… the “canary in the cage” to tell our benefactors what is actually going on.
anyways…
having a stockpile of food, and some gas and water is a good thing. It’s difficult to stress out when you have money “in the bank”, a fully stocked larder, and an array of resources that you can live off of when things get dicy.
now, back then, the food in my mother’s storage room (actually the entirety of the basement near the furnace, ) were these super deep shelves made out of plywood by a carpenter named ralf, that i wrote about before. My mother’s kid sister dated him, and he was a good guy, though my auntie chose a wealthy dentist instead.
anyways, so this larder would accumulate with all this food. But the problem was that we weren’t ever depleting it, we weren’t rotating the food. And so as the pantry grew, food got old.
and then us trying to eat five year old cans of peas.
or even a ten year old bag of spaghetti.
ah. Eventually, my mother threw it all away, when she moved, and accumulated a months supply of smaller food. And so the lesson here is maintain a stockpile, but plan a rotation schedule, and make sure that no food goes bad.
lesson learned.
ps. When you have resources stockpiled, the “life events” that will impoverish you will decrease significantly. When things go wrong you are always in your lowest point, with having resources, that is impossible, and so the fates of disaster tens to avoid you.
word to the wise.
today…
will some us people want to move to china to have access to cheaper goods?
builders of mobile homes in china sell these homes, fully built, custom designed with kitchen, chimney, wood panelling & with a 400 litre septic tank and a 800 litre water tank
cost $ 12,300
they ship the panels to mexico
they ship the glass and the wood to mexico
the mexican factory owned 65% by the same chinese company , assembles in mexico and plants a made in mexico label and ships the panels and glass to the us
cost $ 17,750 plus 10% tariffs = $ 19,525
the parts are then assembled together by a team of contractors who can do the job within 48 hours, also part of the chinese company in usa who are paid $ 4,500
the land lease of the trailer park is $ 450 a month
so essentially you can buy a house for $ 25,000
so why would you want to move to china?
you just have you ask your chinese supplier to ensure the order comes from another country
thailand, mexico, cambodia, bangladesh, egypt, vietnam are all places where the chinese build these panels and can directly ship to the us with a made in thailand label
they have been selling drone parts through sri lanka to india
i met an indian buyer who said he could just import drone spares and parts made in china through sri lanka and malaysia
medical tourism is where you can come to china and get treated for a fraction of the cost
a chemotherapy course with chinese patent medicines costs around $ 30,000 against $ 220,000 (uninsured) / $ 55,000 (insured) which includes flight tickets (2 persons), room for 2 persons & full use of hospital facilities (10% gratuity for nursing staff extra is not mandatory but recommended)
chinese trade is global with 10,000 different arteries and capillaries
impossible to stop it
you can only partner with a win win partnership
many indian tool and die makers own factories in china and make their tools and dies in china.
one guy whose family built tools and dies in maharashtra until 2011 said his businesses eas losing ?15 lakh a year in india due to old machinery and very high rate of loans
now he makes them in china and makes good profits and has revived the family brand as a distributor
free trade expert takes down the best arguments for tariffs
brilliant.
will donald trump’s tariffs backfire on the usa?
trump obviously isn’t very good at running a good business — his 6 bankruptcies are a testimony of that.
in a corporate bankruptcy, you basically refuse to pay debts. And the debtors just take the losses and walk away.
this was trump’s way of making money.
he bankrupted his businesses — as well as many others that didn’t get paid — but his own assets weren’t taken away from him.
now trump got the whole of the usa to play with — and he made sure to staff his administration with die-hard fans of insider trading. With doj closing eyes on the most blatant abuse of power, they fantasize of riding the waves of stock market to unimaginable personal riches.
under the 2nd trump administration, corruption isn’t just lurking in the shadows — it’s celebrated.
trump got so excited about gaining control over both the house and senate, he decided to run a worldwide trade racket — and get “more respect” from foreign countries that were apparently “ripping off” the usa, by sending them iphones, computers, washing machines, and other goods that americans love — in exchange to pieces of paper with dollar signs. That was such a “bad deal” that trump decided to destroy it all.
and maga is still cheering him up.
trump’s sycophants insist that we should “trust trump” because he knows what’s he’s doing.
i trust that he does.
trump is going to bankrupt the u.S.A.
hamburger vegetable chowder
equipment
- pressure cooker
ingredients
- 2 tablespoons oil or shortening
- 1/2 pound ground beef
- 1 cup canned tomatoes
- 1/2 cup diced carrots
- 1/2 cup diced celery
- 1 onion, chopped
- 2 teaspoons salt
- 1/4 cup uncooked rice
- 1/2 teaspoon pepper
- 1 1/2 cups water
- 1 cup cubed potatoes
instructions
- heat cooker. Add oil and brown meat. Add tomatoes, carrots, celery, onion, salt, rice, pepper, water and potatoes. Close cover securely. Place pressure regulator on vent pipe and cook for 15 minutes with pressure rocking slowly.
- let pressure drop of its own accord.
when did you realize you’re not immune to propaganda?
it’s been part of an ongoing process.
and i imagine that the process will continue hereinafter.
i’d say about three or four years ago though was when i first started to question whether what i was reading/watching in the media was as watertight as i believed.
and not in the sense of some partisan seeing through the reactionary right wing populism popularised by the mail, etc., But seeing that pretty much all news media that i was consuming was restricted by a very particular view of the world (the western liberal version) and was in service of perpetuating that worldview.
in 2016, my view of the world was probably something like:
europe and america are split along liberal and reactionary right battle lines.
the rest of the world is either on the path to adopting our systems and values or are only prevented from becoming that way because they are being oppressed by authoritarian governments.
i didn’t necessarily see it as a western chauvinism, but that’s probably what it was. I believed that we, in europe in particular, had stumbled on the best system and it was only a matter of time before everyone adopted our mores and ways.
but then i started to read stuff from people (and quora is what facilitated this) who really didn’t subscribe to this worldview and who were, in some cases, angry at us.
it was jarring at first and i struggled to reconcile their worldviews with that of my own. But i kept reading and arguing with these people and, in time, i was forced to recognise that they sometimes were correct about things and that perhaps i didn’t have the insight into the outside world that i thought that i did. I realised that, sometimes, the bbc, guardian and even my beloved channel 4 news were guilty of selective reporting, displaying bias in how they reported on events and sometimes taking dubious sources at face value.
and once you see it, it’s hard to unsee it. And it’s uncomfortable. It was easier for me to have jonathan freedland basically tell me what to.Think about things. It was nice living in a world where you could look at the bbc and think that they were essentially fair and thorough.
it’s a seductive mindstate to believe that we in europe were setting the trend to a better world.
but, the world is changing and it’s becoming very hard for the liberal establishment to maintain that narrative. Other parts of the world are doing things in a different way and while only time will tell if their systems will be sustainable, what it does show is that people are not beholden to us. Not everyone wants to be like us. Not even all of us want to be like us.
thats the propaganda mindset that i’ve been trying to break out from.
but at the same time, i have to ensure that i don’t just buy into some other partisan propaganda efforts instead. I have to constantly think about what i’m consuming and force myself to listen to people who don’t like my country (or even me) and try to see where they are coming from. I don’t have to agree with them but i do need to not dismiss them simply because what they say makes me feel uncomfortable.
an unemployed nation: why jobs won’t come back to america
will china gradually phase out windows and replace it with kylin os nationwide to reduce its reliance on us-based technology? Kylin is already being used in their government sector.
the locals laugh at kylin openly and scoff at its performance
our purchase agent is a computing undergraduate working part time and she openly mocked kylin as being far inferior to windows
it is stable and doesn’t hang
yet it’s applications are very limited compared to windows and it has no compatible drivers for the best applications in video editing or gaming and is not compatible with intel chips or latest graphics accelerators
good enough for government but nothing to today’s systems for individuals
huawei harmony os ?
that is top class
it beats android hollow except for the fact that it still needs more applications to match the huge quantity of non chinese approved apps run on android and ios
their laptop version is also damn good and the locals believe huawei harmony os next and it’s next beta version dragon are good enough to edge past the best windows systems
i notice the gen z have a lot of contempt for kylin and loongson the way many indians mock at videocon, bsnl and hmt
they have huge admiration for harmony, kirin, ascend and deepseek
baidu surprisingly is excellent for chinese searches but english searches kinda sucks, so bing is preferred
so china looks like a market forces country where market forces mean everything
government, army, police, airports, ports, nuclear plants, energy plants, international events (including canton fair), electric grids, satellite, aerospace all use kylin with loongson chips and ymtc memory -100% chinese
however private individuals mainly still use intel and amd chips in laptops and microsoft os with hynix or samsung memory
huawei ascend, kirin, harmony and ymtc are good enough to match the above but they aren’t mass produced in such large volumes as of now
i give it three more years before harmony os beats android in mainland china and seven more years before it beats microsoft os
love across timelines
written in response to: “write a story in which someone time-travels 25 years or more into the past.“
maria barrett
the flickering neon sign of the “time & tide” bar cast an eerie glow on elara’s face. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. Tonight, she was taking a leap into the unknown, a desperate gamble to save the future.
elara, a renowned chrono-archaeologist, had stumbled upon a chilling discovery: a catastrophic event, a “temporal fracture,” was about to shatter the very fabric of time, erasing the 21st century from existence. The only way to prevent this cataclysm was to travel back to 1990, the year the fracture originated, and find the source of the anomaly.
the chronometer, a device of her own invention, hummed ominously, its emerald light intensifying. “Ready?” Dr. Kai, her colleague and closest friend, asked, his voice laced with apprehension.
elara took a shaky breath. “Ready.”
the chronometer surged with energy, the room around them dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors. Then, silence.
when elara regained consciousness, the air was thick with the scent of ozone, not the sterile air of her lab. The neon sign was gone, replaced by a quaint “open” sign in the window. Disoriented, she stumbled out of the bar, the rain having subsided to a gentle drizzle.
elara, a woman out of time, was adrift in a world that no longer recognized her. Her clothes, her technology, everything screamed “future.” The sleek, form-fitting jumpsuit she wore felt out of place amongst the pastel power suits and acid-washed jeans. Her sleek, silver communicator, a marvel of 21st-century engineering, was met with bewildered stares.
she quickly realized she needed to blend in, to become invisible. Finding a payphone, she used her limited knowledge of 1990s slang to purchase a pre-paid cell phone. The grainy quality of the voice on the other end of the line was a stark contrast to the crystal-clear video calls she was accustomed to.
next, she sought refuge in a small, family-run bookstore, the scent of old paper a comforting balm in the unfamiliar world. The owner, an elderly woman with eyes that held the wisdom of a thousand stories, introduced herself as evelyn.
evelyn, intrigued by elara’s unusual attire and hesitant speech, offered her a room above the store. Elara, desperate for a place to regroup, accepted.
living in the past was a constant struggle. Every mundane act – using a payphone, hailing a cab, even the simple act of buying groceries – was a challenge. The sheer volume of information she had to relearn was overwhelming. Pop culture references, fashion trends, even the lingo – it was all a foreign language.
she spent hours in libraries, devouring newspapers and magazines from the era, trying to piece together the social and political landscape. The world of 1990 seemed both quaint and terrifying. The threat of nuclear war loomed large, aids was a global pandemic, and the internet was still in its infancy, a nascent network connecting a few universities and research institutions.
despite the challenges, elara persevered, driven by the urgency of her mission. She needed to find the source of the temporal fracture, the anomaly that threatened to erase her entire existence.
her search led her to the heart of miami’s scientific community, to the renowned wexler institute. There, she encountered dr. Julian wexler, a brilliant but eccentric physicist, whose groundbreaking work in quantum mechanics had captivated the world.
julian, with his disheveled hair and eyes that sparkled with an almost childlike wonder, was unlike anyone elara had ever met. He was brilliant, yes, but also kind, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His office, a chaotic whirlwind of papers, equations scribbled on blackboards, and half-finished experiments, reflected the unbridled energy of his mind.
as elara delved deeper into julian’s research, she discovered a disturbing pattern: his experiments were becoming increasingly erratic, pushing the boundaries of science with reckless abandon. His latest project, a device known as the “chronos,” aimed to manipulate time itself.
elara knew she had found the source of the fracture, but how to stop it? Julian, convinced he was on the verge of a scientific breakthrough, refused to believe there were any dangers. He saw the chronos as a key to unlocking the universe’s greatest secrets, a tool that could revolutionize humanity.
their. Interactions grew more frequent, fueled by a strange, inexplicable attraction. Julian, captivated by elara’s knowledge of the future, found himself drawn to her, while elara, despite the danger, was drawn to his infectious enthusiasm for science.
they would spend hours debating the nature of time, the possibilities of parallel universes, the ethical implications of tampering with the fabric of reality. Julian, with his youthful idealism, saw only the potential for good, while elara, burdened by the weight of the future, saw only the potential for disaster.
their burgeoning romance was a constant battle between logic and passion. Elara knew she had to convince julian to shut down the chronos, but how? Reason and logic seemed to have little effect on him. He was too consumed by his own brilliance, too blinded by the allure of the unknown.
one evening, as they sat on the rooftop of the wexler institute, watching the city lights twinkle below, elara finally confessed her true identity. She revealed that she was from the future, that she had traveled back in time to prevent a catastrophic event, an event that julian’s experiments were inadvertently causing.
julian, initially skeptical, was slowly convinced by her desperate plea. He had always been fascinated by the idea of time travel, of exploring the unknown. Elara’s story, though outlandish, resonated with him on a deep level.
he agreed to shut down the chronos, but the task proved more difficult than anticipated. The device, fueled by a volatile energy source, was on the verge of implosion. Julian, in his haste, had made a series of miscalculations, pushing the chronos to its limits.
as the chronos began to destabilize, the lab shook with the force of the impending explosion. Julian, risking his own life, rushed towards it, attempting to deactivate the energy source. Elara, her heart pounding, watched helplessly as the machine surged with power, threatening to engulf them both.
then, a blinding flash of light.
when elara regained consciousness, she was back in her own time, the rain-lashed windows of the “time & tide” bar a familiar sight. Dr. Kai, his face etched with worry, rushed towards her.
“elara! Are you alright?”
elara, disoriented but alive, could only nod. The chronometer, silent and inert, lay on the table. The fracture was averted.
but the memory of julian, his brilliant mind, his kind heart, haunted her. She had saved the future, but at what cost?
weeks turned into months, but elara couldn’t forget julian. She had fallen in love with a man who existed only in the past, a ghost in the grand tapestry of time.
one day, while sifting through old files, elara stumbled upon a photograph. It was a picture of julian, younger, his smile as bright as she remembered it, standing beside an elderly woman. The woman was evelyn, the bookstore owner.
elara realized then that julian had survived. The temporal fracture, in a strange twist of fate, had altered the timeline, ensuring his safety.
a bittersweet smile touched elara’s lips. Perhaps, in another timeline, they were together, their love story unfolding amidst the quiet charm of 1990s miami.
and perhaps, just perhaps, she would find a way to visit him again, to see him one last time.
the future was safe, but the past, with its echoes of love and loss, would forever hold a special place in elara’s heart.
the rain continued to lash against the windows of the “time & tide” bar, mirroring the storm still raging within elara. She had averted the catastrophe, but at what cost? The past, with its lingering echoes of julian, haunted her every waking moment.
days bled into weeks, weeks into months, and still, the image of julian, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, his laughter echoing through the lab, remained vividly etched in her memory. She found herself drawn to the “time & tide” bar more often, the familiar scent of old wood and damp earth a strange comfort.
one rainy afternoon, while browsing through a collection of old photographs at a flea market, a peculiar sensation washed over her. A tingling sensation, a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen this exact scene before. She traced the feeling to a worn, leather-bound journal tucked away in a dusty cardboard box.
the journal belonged to evelyn, the bookstore owner. Its pages, filled with elegant cursive script, recounted evelyn’s life in vivid detail. There were stories of youthful adventures, of lost loves, of dreams both realized and abandoned. But it was one particular entry that stopped elara’s breath.
evelyn described a chance encounter with a brilliant young physicist, a man with eyes that held the stars, who had arrived in miami with dreams of changing the world. He had been working on a revolutionary project, a device that could…manipulate time.
elara’s heart pounded. Could it be? Had julian, somehow, survived the temporal fracture, his existence subtly altered by the very event he had inadvertently caused?
intrigued, elara delved deeper into the journal. She discovered that evelyn had fallen deeply in love with this young physicist, a love that had blossomed amidst the chaos of his groundbreaking research. However, their happiness was short-lived. The physicist, consumed by his work, had disappeared without a trace, leaving evelyn heartbroken.
the journal ended abruptly, the final entry a poignant reflection on the fleeting nature of time and the enduring power of love.
elara, her mind reeling, rushed to the bookstore. Evelyn, now frail and elderly, greeted her with a warm smile. Elara, hesitant at first, decided to reveal the truth about her journey through time.
to her astonishment, evelyn’s eyes widened in recognition. “Julian,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You knew him, didn’t you?”
elara, speechless, could only nod.
evelyn, tears welling in her eyes, recounted the story of her lost love, the brilliant physicist who had vanished without a trace. She spoke of his passion for science, his unwavering belief in the power of human ingenuity, and the profound impact he had had on her life.
as evelyn spoke, elara pieced together the fragments of the past, the altered timelines, the intricate dance of fate. Julian, his existence forever intertwined with the very fabric of time, had found a way to survive, his life subtly altered by the events he had set in motion.
a profound sense of peace washed over elara. She had saved the future, but she had also discovered a piece of the past, a love story that had endured across the chasm of time.
julian, in a way, had found happiness, a quiet contentment in the arms of a woman who loved him for who he was, not for his scientific achievements.
elara, with a newfound understanding of the delicate balance of time and the enduring power of love, left the bookstore, the rain finally ceasing, a rainbow arching across the miami skyline. The future, once a source of anxiety, now held the promise of new beginnings, a future where the past, with all its joys and sorrows, would forever be a part of her.
she knew she could never truly forget julian, but she also knew that his spirit, his passion, his love for evelyn, would continue to inspire her. And perhaps, just perhaps, in another timeline, their paths would have crossed, their love story a timeless melody echoing through the corridors of time.
elara returned to her own time, the chronometer a silent testament to her journey. The future, though altered, was secure. Yet, the echoes of the past, the whispers of a love story that had unfolded across the boundaries of time, continued to resonate within her.
she began to visit evelyn more frequently, their conversations often drifting towards the past, towards the memory of the brilliant physicist who had captured evelyn’s heart. Elara, through evelyn’s eyes, learned more about julian, about his dreams, his fears, his unwavering belief in the power of human ingenuity.
she learned that julian, despite his scientific pursuits, had a deep appreciation for the simple things in life – the warmth of the sun on his face, the sound of rain falling on the roof, the quiet companionship of a good book.
through evelyn, elara began to understand that julian’s legacy extended beyond his scientific achievements. He had touched the lives of those around him, leaving an indelible mark on their hearts and minds.
elara realized that the temporal fracture, though a near-catastrophic event, had ultimately brought her closer to julian, not in the physical sense, but through the shared memories, the shared connection to the past.
she began to see the beauty in the interconnectedness of time, the way that seemingly disparate events could have profound and unexpected consequences. The future, she realized, was not a fixed point, but a dynamic tapestry woven from the threads of the past.
and as she gazed at the stars, twinkling like distant memories, elara knew that julian, in his own way, would always be a part of her, a reminder of the enduring power of love, the fragility of time, and the infinite possibilities that lie beyond the horizon.
do people exaggerate how poorly trained the soviets were in world war 2, given the heavy losses the germans took even during barbarossa?
soviet general training was not bad, but it had deficiencies they also had doctrinal errors, which would be corrected within a year and a half, but contributed to the poor ability of the red army in the opening stages of barbarossa, for the soviets to hold back the germans. That being said, the low quality of soviet manpower in general, is highly exaggerated and often based on nazi propaganda, who had a vested interest in explaining their defeats with imaginary hordes of soviet troops, and could never come to terms with soviet skill both inherit and learned through hardship.
people often claim that the soviets send men into combat without training in 1941, when they are panicking. This is a rather complex situation actually, because in a sense they did the opposite, and in a way that wasn’t great either. The soviets actually had a very large reserve, of about 8 million trained soldiers. These soldiers did not need training, they had already been trained, they were mobilized and quickly moved into combat.
ironically though, many of these troops had been trained before the experiences of the winter war, soviet-japanese border conflict or the observations from the fall of france. Their training was complete, but also quite obsolete. They were unfamiliar with many of the most modern soviet weapons as well, while newer recruits had more modern training and doctrine, even if it was shorter.
the average soviet soldier was not poorly equipped or trained at the individual level, but the ussr had been transitioning from an agrarian society to an industrial relatively recently, and most soviet citizens did not have a high education. I believe that something like 60% of the infantry had just 6 years of schooling (my grandmother had 7 years in denmark). But ww2 was a highly complicated affair, that required high technical expertise everywhere and the short training time could provide good individual fighting skill, but not technical or tactical expertise. Furthermore, the scale of combat on the eastern front, had astronomical requirements, it’s not like the soviets needed a few thousand educated officers and trained ncos, they needed hundreds of thousands continuously. I can tell you that at the same time the usa struggled to fill 30,000 lieutenant positions in the us army, and their capital was not currently under siege. Just to give a sense of the problem with training such an army.
u.S. Demands banks cancel china deals as finance giant warns china will dump more u.S. Assets
it looks like trump and his policy advisors didn’t learn about jit inventory until two weeks ago.
jit simply means that us companies hold very little inventory, and only order parts and components which go into their products as close as possible to when the final sale is made.
the company which is most famous for this practice is apple under tim cook. Tim cook is a supply chain master who built his career on building china as the manufacturer and assembler of iphones through its taiwan partner foxconn. Each iphone has more than 600 components from different countries, which are then assembled, delivered and sold all over the world. This means that apple is able to turn over its cash more frequently than any other company, and holds very little in terms of inventory storage and costs. This has helped to make apple a $3t company.
but jit has a weakness: it only works when trade relations and ties are stable and predictable.
when trade ties become unpredictable, as they are now, jit very quickly breaks down.
in the case of apple, the company cannot do anything if the chinese company cracks down on chinese suppliers of key materials such as rare earths, which are used in magnets. What if the chinese government requires that china-origin and process rare earth magnets can only be assembled into final products in china, then india assembly of apple iphones is dead.
already, us defense manufacturers are facing cutoffs of rare earth supplies. Last week in hong kong, 25 tons of chinese tungsten headed for a western destination was seized by hong kong customs authorities because it was deemed an illegal shipment.
tim cook’s jit strategy for outsourcing has reached the end of the line.
if we look at all the leading companies in china such as huawei, xiaomi (phones and cars), catl (batteries), they are all vertically integrated. Because they are vertically integrated, they are able to control their costs much better than their competitors.
can apple, an american company, become vertically integrated and manufacture in the us? The short answer is no, because manufacturing costs are too high, and the us market is too small. In apple’s case, the big problem is that it is much less innovative than chinese competitors like xiaomi. Apple researched going into auto design and manufacturing with project titan, and gave up after a decade. Xiaomi started with mobile phones, then introduced a high-performance electric sports car, which it assembled in its own factory.
not only that, but the model became a best-seller in its category. And that was the first ev model which xiaomi produced!
this reveals a simple truth: apple is no longer the leader in product innovation.
apple is the very best american brand in its field of computers and mobile phones. In terms of design and build quality, no other american company comes close.
but xiaomi, a mobile phone maker which most americans have never heard of, beat apple.
what does that tell you?
that one day
written in response to: “write a story in which someone time-travels 25 years or more into the past.“
laura camacho frias
things at work had been complicated at best. We were in the middle of a department restructuring, and i was supposed to make my case to keep all my team members intact. Based on the time i spent on it, the excel file i had been preparing for the last weeks had become my best friend, and once i thought we were meant for each other– when i had nailed all my numbers and prepared my case to take it to the administration– my laptop had decided to crash and burn, bringing with it all my work. That had happened three days before, and now i only have one day to recover the file, create a new one, or look for another job. One day.
the it person on the other side of the world, sanjith, had assured me that my file should be somewhere in the cloud and that, despite being new, he should be able to find someone to help him locate it before my meeting at 5 pm the next day. If i wanted, he told me, the local it department could loan me another laptop because before giving me a new one, they had to check if it was really “fried” or if there was a cure for whatever it had. He said that way, i could summarize the file i had lost. He was lucky, poor sanjith, because if he had been before me, i would have punched him. “Summarize,” he said. The file had so many lines and formulas, macros, and graphs that the thought of a summary could have transformed me into a she-hulk. But he was on the other side of the world, and i was surrounded by managers, peers, and employees, and having a meltdown in front of such an exquisite bunch of people did not seem appropriate. So, i thanked him and told him i would speak with him the next day. Then, i smiled at those around me, i said, “it,” and someone gave me an inspired thumbs up.
that had happened by the end of the day, so i gave myself a break, put all my hopes in sanjith, and after leaving my laptop in the local it office for it to be analyzed, i went home with no energy or patience for whatever was waiting for me there.
i heard the screams as soon as i parked the car. I was still inside the vehicle and could recognize my daughter’s voice, so i rushed out of the car and inside the house to discover my three kids arguing because of a mario kart race. I should have said something, but i was tired. My husband was preparing dinner and looked at me as if i had abandoned him in the middle of the desert with three hyenas.
“good day?” I asked him when i kissed his cheek.
“awesome,” he replied, stirring the food in the pot.
“i need to lay down a bit; i might not have dinner,” i told him, and that’s the last thing i remember before having to pee at five in the morning.
i put my trousers on and realized i had not changed into my pajamas the night before. I was wearing jeans. I opened my eyes and looked at those trousers, which i recognized but did not remember. I had not worn those for many years. How the hell had i squeezed myself…? I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Had i lost weight? And my hair was longer and messier. I had a red tank top, and i looked terrific. How much time had i been sleeping? Was i dreaming? I pinched myself, and it hurt. No dreaming, i thought, and when i was about to leave the bathroom, it hit me: that was not my home!
i opened the door and ran into a corridor i immediately recognized. Then, i entered a big room where many people were sleeping—all but one, who was “swimming” on the floor.
i’ve been here before, i thought.
i left the swimmer and entered another room. It had a bed, a side table, and a wardrobe. Poems were written on the walls, and post-its were everywhere. There was a little window on top, opening to the living room. That was my room.
i ran back to talk to the guy on the floor, who frenetically moved his legs and arms. “I’m late, i’m late,” he repeated.
i knew him; i had seen this scene before.
“francesco, you are okay. Tell me, what day is today?”
“i’m late for my sister’s birthday!”
“your sister is in italy. You will catch a plane in one week. Where are we?”
“in portugal, that’s why i’m swimming…”
“you are swimming because you are tripping, and this is…” i had to breathe before saying it because i realized that maybe the one tripping was me. “This is my living room!”
francesco opened his eyes and sat on the floor. He cleaned his glasses and looked around. Then, he looked at me.
“at what time finished the party?” He asked.
“francesco, i don’t remember. Can you tell me when we are?”
“you mean where? This is your house.”
‘not where. I know where i am. When. What year are we in?”
he laughed and yelled: “the best year of our lives because we are erasmus! Yeh!”
right there, my knees failed, and i fell to the floor, making francesco laugh even harder. Some people around us started to wake up. I had not seen any of them for more than twenty-five years.
“this makes no sense; i have to work; i have to get out of here,” i said.
“you have to go to spain for your final, right?” Said francesco.
“my what? No, not that, i already did that… not that, please…”
“you can stay here if you want,” he replied immediately, but he soon realized that was not the answer i sought.
my heart was racing, and my head was about to explode. I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. I was in the same apartment where i had lived in 2021. I was surrounded by people i knew in my erasmus year. I was talking to francesco on the same day that changed my life so many years before… i looked at my watch; it was seven-thirty. How much time had i spent in the bathroom?
“francesco, i have to leave,” i said, although i am sure he did not hear me because he was already lying on the floor and probably passed out. I did not mind because i knew he would be okay. I still remembered how funny his trip to italy was—the trip he had taken so many years before, the one he would take in a few days. What was happening to me?
i entered my bedroom and opened the wardrobe to change my clothes, which were two sizes smaller than i was used to but fit properly. I had a nice body then, now… aaargh!
i changed into a different pair of trousers and a white shirt and looked for my phone, which turned out to be a tiny white alcatel, and my wallet, twice the size despite having nothing valuable in it. I did not even have a coffee, and when i was walking down the stairs, i remembered i had never had coffee in that house because we had no coffee maker that year.
it was chilly outside, and the humidity was so high that it seemed you were chewing a cloud. I had once heard this, but it had never made sense until i walked across the bridge over the ria—a salty body of water connected to the ocean—on my way to the university. There was something i had to do, something i had done many years before and changed my life.
i knocked on the office door. I read the plaque: internship coordinator. No one replied.
i knocked again but still got no answer.
that’s not how it happened, i thought while i walked to the department secretary. Once there, i asked the only woman working in front of a computer when the coordinator would arrive.
“she’s not here today, dear. He’s on holiday.”
“no, cannot be; i’m supposed to talk to him.”
“did you have an appointment?”
i didn’t. I hadn’t.
“no, but it is important. I need to speak with him about an internship.”
“i understand, but there is nothing i can do, sorry. He’ll be back next week, though. You can try then.”
she returned to her job, and i stayed there, unable to move. One week? I had no week to give, a laptop to find, a presentation to give, a job to keep… and a time-space question challenging to solve. I was lost in my thoughts when someone bumped into me.
“sorry,” he said while he walked towards the secretary.
then, i overheard: “will you give this to the internship coordinator? It’s an urgent request. It’s difficult to find students this time of the year…”
i turned. I recognized that voice. That was my first manager.
i walked towards him and touched his shoulder.
“can i apply?” I said.
“sorry?” Do i know you?
i had to bite my tongue. I couldn’t tell him i knew about his ambitions, my job, his career… i couldn’t tell him anything because, then, he would not hire me as his intern, and i would not get a contract later or become what i had become… what i had become?
“hello?” I heard. The man was talking to me, and the secretary had some papers in her hands—probably the internship description i had read so many years before. Then i saw him looking at his watch.
“sorry, i know you might be busy. I overheard, and it’s not polite, but i am looking for an internship myself.” I said.
“are you a student here?”
“yes, on erasmus.”
“engineering?”
“yes, electronics.”
he looked at the secretary and smiled at me. I knew what that meant. He was curious.
“is there a coffee machine around here?” He asked.
“there is a terrible one.”
“that should do. Want to have one?”
“sure,” i said, knowing he did not drink coffee.
as we moved away from the secretary, i thought about how the universe was about to put the puzzle pieces together. I would do what i had to do no matter what. I was about to find my way back home.
we were walking, and he was explaining to me what he needed from a student when i saw someone running in our direction. I was about to open the glass door for him to pass when he just continued, bumped into the door, and hit me. Then i fell, and everything went dark.
“mrs? Mrs? Are you there?”
i held my iphone in my hand, looked around, and saw no one. I was at my desk. It was dark outside, and the screen on my laptop flashed lime green.
“i’ve found it. I’m sending you a copy via email. You can also open it on your phone.”
it was the it guy.
i stood up and looked at my shoes, dress, and hair. I was “me,” the “now-future-me.” I rushed to open my mailbox and saw my glorious excel file—all the lines, all the formulas, and every macro working.
“thanks a lot, sanjith.”
“you’ll still need a new laptop. That one is fried.”
“sure, thanks; i have to go now.”
i left the office as fast as i could. I arrived home and kissed my children and my husband as soon as i entered the house. I did not care about the kids’ screams or the dinner. I was home.
“why don’t you take your shoes off?” My husband asked. It will help you relax.”
i sat on the stairs, as i always did, and took out my high heels. I touched my feet, and something hurt. There was a little hole in my pantyhose and a bit of blood in my shoe.
“what the…” i turned the shoe, and something fell—a tiny, tiny, shining piece of the past saying hello to me again.
what is the worst car you’ve owned or driven?
a 1976 vw scirocco.
my faithful 1970 ford maverick that had gotten me through college and then some was parked at the curb in front of the house where i was renting a room. A kid came along and centerpunched it with his pickup truck. The car was too old to repair so my insurance company totaled it.
i go shopping for a new car, and get suckered by a fast talking sales guy who convinces me that this 1976 vw scirocco would be a chick magnet. This is when vw was just starting to produce water-cooled engines for the u.S. Market, and the rabbit and scirocco were their premier models. The scirocco was supposed to be the sport car version. I buy the car.
a big selling point was that it came with air conditioning. I had never had an air conditioned car. I still didn’t. It had a hole in the a/c manifold that leaked the freon out only slightly slower than it went in. It took several tries and expensive freon fill ups to fix this. I found that the supplied spare tie was a different size than what was on the four wheels. Then various components associated with the fuel feeding system—carburetor, fuel filter, egr calve, etc., All go on the fritz at various times. One failure caused me to expel an impressive white contrail down the center lane of interstate 680. I lost track of how many times i had to have it towed off the road. I became an involuntary member of the vw part of the month club.
i filed a complaint against the dealership in small claims court. The day before the case was to go to trial, i get a call from the dealership manager, asking me to come down and meet with him. He asks me, “what do we need to do to make this go away?”
i told him i wanted all of the problems i described above to be repaired, for his shop to plug in the diagnostic computer (these were relatively new things then) and fix any problems that were indicated, to replace the spare tire with the proper size, and to pay me $100 for my grief. He agreed to it all.
about a month later, the vw was parked in the same spot my maverick was a year or so before (i didn’t have a lot of parking options). This time, it got clobbered by a mid-1960s chevy impala. The scirocco was knocked three houses down and onto the other side of the street, where it burst into a merry flame. I had just filled it with gas. The fire department let the gas burn off before they tried to extinguish it, as it was clearly a goner by the time they got there.
i can’t say i was all that upset that it was destroyed. My emt gear was in the back and was also a complete loss, but i could replace that.
i bought a 1971 datsun 240z as a replacement, and it was hands down the most fun car i ever owned.
greek meatballs and spaghetti sauce
equipment
- pressure cooker
ingredients
meatballs
- 1 pound beef, veal and pork ground together (or ground turkey)
- 1/4 cup sherry
- 1 egg, lightly beaten
- 1 medium size onion, minced
- 2 garlic cloves, crushed
- 2 slices bread, finely crumbled (store bought bread crumbs if you want)
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1/8 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
- 1/2 cup olive oil or less
- 1/2 teaspoon dried mint
sauce
- 1 large onion, minced
- 4 garlic cloves, crushed
- 2 slices bacon, diced (optional)
- 2 carrots, coarsely diced
- 1/3 cup chopped parsley
- 1 (29 ounce) can tomato sauce
- 1 cup beef broth or stock
- 2 tablespoons sherry
- 2 tablespoons light brown sugar
- 2 teaspoons salt
- 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
- 2 tablespoons dried oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon ground fennel
- 1/2 teaspoon mint
- 2 bay leaves
- cooked pasta or rice to serve
instructions
- prepare meatballs. Set aside.
meatballs
- combine meat, sherry and the egg in a bowl. Add onion, garlic, bread crumbs and seasonings. Knead until completely mixed. Shape into walnut-size meatballs. Do not over-handle or they will be tough.
sauce
- in a pressure cooker, sauté onion, garlic, tomato paste, bacon, carrots, and parsley over medium-high heat for 3 minutes. Add tomato sauce or puree, broth, sherry, brown sugar, salt, pepper flakes, oregano, fennel, mint and bay leaves. Stir to combine, and add meatballs. Secure lid. Over medium-high heat develop steam to high pressure. Reduce heat to maintain pressure and cook 10 minutes.
- release pressure according to manufacturer’s directions. Remove lid. Gently stir meatballs in sauce. Discard bay leaves. Let stand 5 minutes.
- skim fat from surface.
- in a pressure cooker, sauté meatballs in hot oil over high heat until lightly browned. Cook about 10 meatballs at a time, turning with tongs.
attribution
the pressure cooker cookbook by toula patsalis
is donald trump evil or ignorant?
i have always said do not underestimate donald trump. He may appear dumb and do dumb things. His tariffs were stupid- a lot of what he does seems stupid. We don’t know the ulterior motives, but here is what we do know.
- donald trump understands america: he understands that bullying, name-calling, vicious individualism, and ego are all positive traits in the us. He understood that trust in traditional politicians and “political speak” was all but dead and that he could tap into the underpaid and suffering working class and capitalize on their anger. These are not the actions of a stupid man. I am not sure if it’s some batman villain plan thing or just instincts, but it’s something.
- donald trump understands the media: in 2016, he started as a joke- a literal joke. Then he won the entire thing. He manipulated the media in ways never before seen and made the entire election about him. In 2024, he understood that thanks mostly to his trust in traditional media was low, and so he utilized joe rogan, logan paul (or the other paul i don’t know), and other streamers to promote himself as the “common man”.
i am not saying trump is the grand mastermind or some other nonsense. I am not saying he knows history, math, science, law, economics- anything. However, the man owns the country. Every day, the news is about him. The man hijacked the entire republican party and owns it like a penthouse.
ignorant? Yes, very ignorant. Stupid? No. The man won 2 presidental elections despite being found guilty of rape (in civil court), fraud, possessition of classified documents, and insurrection. You underestimate this man at your peril because he is capable. Look at what he has done in just over 3 months. Capable isn’t always good, mind you- stalin was capable, too.
- also, everyone is ignorant. I know little about science, my wife knows nothing about history.
i am not going to focus on things that can be debated, like abortion, ukraine, taxes, and regulations. We all have positions and data, but i don’t think being pro-life (i am pro-choice) is evil, just wrong.
i want to focus on things that are evil- that every person with a rational brain can agree are bad”. I want to show that donald trump is 100% without a doubt evil.
1: sexual assault is a bad thing
we can all agree that sexual assault is a bad thing, right? From groping to coercion to rape- it is 100% bad. No woman deserves to be sexually assaulted- period. No exceptions. So, let’s start with a nice list.
- jessica leeds (early 1980s)
- kristin anderson (early 1990s)
- jill harth (1992)
- stacey williams (1993)
- katie johnson/jane doe (1994)
- lisa boyne (1996)
- e. Jean carroll (1996)
- cathy heller (1997)
- temple taggart mcdowell (1997)
- amy dorris (1997)
- karena virginia (1998)
- karen johnson (early 2000s)
- mindy mcgillivray (2003)
- rachel crooks (2005)
- natasha stoynoff (2005)
- juliet huddy (2006)
- jessica drake (2006)
- ninni laaksonen (2006)
- summer zervos (2007)
- cassandra searles (2013)
- alva johnson (2016)
that is a list of women who have accused donald trump of sexual assault or sexual abuse. The degree varies; for instance, “katie johnson/jane doe (1994)” is an alleged case where donald trump forced himself onto a 13-year-old at an epstein party. Keep in mind it is an allegation and unproven based on victim testimony. Then we have e. Jean carroll who testified that trump cornered her in a dressing room, blocking her escape, and forcibly raped her. In this case, trump was found guilty based on the evidence.
the rest of these women all accuse trump of groping them forcibly and against their will and often kissing them without their consent. Then, there is a tape of donald trump bragging about how he grabs women by the ____ and goes into dressing rooms at beauty pageants to see the models in various states of undress. So we have a long list of victims, the predator bragging about it on tape, and he was found guilty of this.
if it is a political hit job, where is the evidence? Why is there no paper trail or evidence of conspiracy? Why did many come forward, asking for nothing in return? Why has this not been done with other candidates?
- biden: no sexual assault allegations
- i know, chill- check the comments.
- obama: no sexual assault allegations
- bush jr: no sexual assault allegations
- another weird one- more in comments.
it’s not just trump either- it is those around him.
robert morris: morris is the trump of christianity- big mega churches and lots of money. He was a major advocate for trump in his 2016 campaign and served on the evangelical executive advisory board. He was broadly considered trump’s spiritual advisor and also his connection to the evangelical wing of the party. In june of 2024, as trump was running for office again, morris stepped down from his role at the church, and the trump campaign said they were no longer affiliated with him. Why? Well, it turns out there were 5 charges of sexual abuse of a child against morris.
brett kavanaugh: well, his sexual assault is alleged. Trump appointed him to the supreme court regardless
pete hegseth: our secretary of defense was accused of sexual assault in 2017 and paid $50,000 as part of a confidential settlement. The exact details are unknown but he had said, “i’m not perfect”. Keep in mind that his career was being a major in the army, a decade of being a fox news host, and no runs the us military.
- oh ya he is also a “christian nationalist” which is about as close as you get to “literal nazi”. It is a nationalist movement focused on enforcing “christian values” and often includes some nice racism in there, too. It’s about as far right as you can go.
donald trump does not mind having people around him who assault women, it seems, and that is most likely because he does that himself, which segways nicely into….
2: matt gaetz
in 2020, there was a tip that seminole county tax collector joel greenberg was producing fake ids for underage girls for the purposes of sex trafficking. In a plea bargain, he agreed to help investigate congressman matt gaetz, who had engaged in relations with these underage girls, though the investigation was dropped.
the house ethics committee picked up the case, though, and by november, they had completed their investigation. At this time, gaetz was named attorney general by donald trump, which meant the house of representatives lost jurisdiction. Gaetz refused the nomination and resigned from congress in an attempt to prevent the investigation from coming out. In december, the report was released anyway
the results of this investigation showed that gaetz violated florida state laws such as statutory rape, procurement of prostitution, and illicit drug use. There are at least 20 instances of solicitation and some $90,000 in payments for these “services,” with at least 1 victim being underage.
gaetz was one of the only congresspeople to vote against a law that would give police more teeth when dealing with sex trafficking and also publically said to “defund the fbi”. That all makes sense now, huh?
all of this was known and reported in 2021. Yes still donald trump appointed him attorney general of the usa which he refused given that a report was about to be released detailing statutory rape among other things. Trump wanted to make this man the chief law enforcement officer of the entire usa.
that is evil.
3: doge is doing more harm to americans than isis has
appointing a sex offender to the chief law enforcement position within the us is like appointing a billionaire to fire people at will within the federal government, is who under investigation by the federal government. Oh, wait- we did. I see a pattern here.
so how has elon musk done? He has done terribly. I’ve covered the famous bad firings, but here is one..
the national institute of health oversees studying us health- how to cure diseases, prevent disease, and so on. Well, musk laid into them. The “big time” cuts were to
- director of the national institute of allergy and infectious diseases (niaid),
- director of the national institute of child health and human development (nichd),
- director of the national institute on minority health and health disparities (nimhd)
- director of the national institute of nursing research (ninr)
the nih had just made a breakthrough in cancer treatment that had shown in trials to reduce the size of gastrointestinal cancers by a significant portion using the patients own immune system and with further study it could be perfected and have a serious impact on lots of cancers. However, that is now slowed, if not cut, thanks to musk and trump. Americans will die or have access to worse treatment than they otherwise would.
now musk is saving the taxpayers money, right? Wrong. Spending in 2025 is more than in 2024–2020.
so we are spending more than ever.
how is this? All federal employees combined account for 5% of the us’s budget. If we fired every single employee from every department in the federal government, we’d cut 5% off the budget. The deficit is 6%, by the way, so even if we did this foolish thing, we’d still be spending more than we bring in.
so trump, through musk, has fired tens of thousands of people, and overall, we are not only spending the same as last year, we are spending more. We have cut cancer research funding, departments in the health institute, inspector generals, and much more and gained nothing.
this has caused suffering to those affected by job loss and those who will be affected by not receiving cancer treatment that could have prolonged or saved their lives.
that is evil.
4: insurrection in the us
donald trump lost the 2020 election, and there is no doubt. I have debunked it and investigated it, and the election was legitimate and fair, and trump lost. Donald trump does not admit defeat, and this was the case in 2020 when, instead of conceding or just agreeing he lost, he told everyone that the election was stolen. That the “elites” that run the “fake news” had rigged the system and stolen his victory.
if your favorite sports team or character loses, it’s no fun, but you move on. However, if the refs cheated or if the other team cheated, you are angry, right? Now multiply that by 1000. That is what trump did.
- it undermined faith in the electoral system. When people believe that their ideals and values have no voice or power, they stop handing out campaign flyers and start handing out guns really fast. If you doubt me, look at the french revolution, the american revolution, or the us civil war.
- it caused chaos, anger, and resentment among tens of millions of people. Anger that was now focused at biden, democrats, and the government.
- it gave voice to this false narrative that the “illumati” or whoever decides elections themselves
it would be one thing if trump said the election was stolen and then just did nothing. That would be bad, but a sore loser is a sore loser. Trump took it further, though. Refusing to accept reality, he did things like
- pressure mike pence to impede congress in their counting of electoral votes- and yelling at him when he refused because he believed in the republic
- pressured local officials to “find more votes” or get rid of votes in swing states
above all, he scheduled a speech on dc on january 6th when the election was certified by congress.
many maga loyalists showed up indeed, many of them were the most extreme far-right elements of his support base, like the proud boys. The proud boys are a far-right neo-fascist group, and they took trump seriously. They were not in dc to see a speech, they were there to interfere with the election certification.
the chairman of the group, enrique tarrio, had circulated a 9-page document among the organization a week prior to january 6th called “1776 returns”, which outlines “storming the winter palace”. It is a detailed plan about how to blend in and then attack 8 key buildings like senate offices, the supreme court, and the capitol. They would then occupy these buildings and list demands like nullifying the election. It was a planned insurrection.
january 6th comes, and thousands gather in dc to hear trump. Despite what trump says, it was not a calm speech, and he said that people had to “fight like hell” to save their country. The crowd was in a fury, and combined with the planned proud boys insurrection, the capitol was stormed.
trump’s response is controversial. He eventually tweeted something about calming down, but there is also evidence he delayed responding to the riot and insurrection. Who knows, but regardless, none of this is great.
in the end, 5 were killed, the nation was humiliated, and the “stolen election” narrative only grew stronger. Again, when people have no faith in the security or validity of elections, they start to get violent fast.
if trump wins in 2024, what does he do? He says all those arrested for their actions on january 6th were “political hostages” and pardons all of them. This includes enrique tarrio, who planned and executed an insurrection of the united states. Additionally pardoned were gems like
- julian khater, a sociopath who pepper-sprayed capitol police officer brian sicknick. Sicknick the day after the attack
- guy reffitt, who is one of the “three percenters” who had a gun and helped the rioters get into the capitol.
this is f^cking evil. Donald trump risked civil war for his ego. Something unheard of in american history.
these are just highlights, too. There is also
- removing obama’s portrait and putting up his assassination picture
- lying to banks and investors for years
- racial profiling in ny when renting apartments back in the 1970s and being racist towards american indians with his casino thing
- casual sexism, transphobia, homophobia, and xenophobia are also making these things more acceptable in “polite society.”
there is also so much more. You could write a book about it- there are books about it. He is evil.
rape is evil, sexual assault is evil, pausing or harming researching in life saving cures is evil. If we cannot agree to this, then we cannot agree to anything.
edit: i forgot the comment. So suddenly biden was accused of sexual assault in the last election. The problem was that the victims story kept changing as did her credentials, education, and work history. The evidence is scant and its seen as unlikely by virtually every media outlet- even extreme ones. However biden has often been weird and gross
the peeing post predicament
chapter 1: the case of the collapsing corral
sir whiskerton was enjoying a perfectly dignified morning nap atop the farmer’s rusty wheelbarrow when crash! The sound of splintering wood jolted him awake.
“egads!” He yelped, flipping mid-air and landing (mostly) on his feet. “Is the farm under attack?!”
doris the hen flapped over in a panic. “It’s the fifth fence post this week! First the hay bales, then the scarecrow, now this! We’re under siege!”
sir whiskerton adjusted his detective hat (a pilfered pudding cup) and surveyed the damage. The post lay on its side, looking… suspiciously damp.
rufus the radioactive dog trotted up, panting. “Another one? Man, this farm’s got structural issues.”
sir whiskerton’s whiskers twitched. “Rufus… why does this post smell like radioactive lemonade?”
rufus blinked. “Uh. Sunscreen?”
chapter 2: the mark of the beast (dog)
stakeout time. Sir whiskerton hid behind a feed bag (disguised as a very suspicious lump) and waited.
sure enough, under the light of the full moon (and also 3 pm), rufus crept up to a fresh fence post.
“this one’s mine!” He declared, lifting his leg. “And this one! And—oh no, i’m out of posts!”
the post wobbled… then thudded into the dirt.
ditto, watching in awe, attempted to mimic rufus’s technique. He lifted his tiny leg—and immediately face-planted into a mud puddle.
porkchop the pig wandered over, chewing a turnip. “That’s hogwash.”
sir whiskerton emerged. “Rufus, my territorially ambitious friend, you’ve been watering the furniture.”
rufus gasped. “I’m just… fertilizing!”
“you’re de-fenc-ing us!”
chapter 3: the great post-truce
an emergency farm meeting was called. The animals demanded justice.
- bessie the tie-dye cow: “this aggression does not vibe with my aura.”
- ferdinand the duck: “*first flatulence, now this?! I demand a neutral scent zone!”
- the yodeling fish: (silent, but judging from the pond).
sir whiskerton proposed a solution: shared post etiquette.
- rule 1: no more than three marks per post.
- rule 2: rotating shifts (even dogs deserve weekends).
- rule 3: if you knock it over, you prop it up.
rufus sighed. “Fine. But i call dibs on the north side!”
the end… or is it?
post-credit scene:
rufus, sneaking out at midnight: “what if… i just… mark the rocks?”
summaries
moral: share resources—don’t claim everything for yourself!
best lines:
- “this post is mine! And this one! And—oh no, i’m out of posts!” – Rufus, overachiever.
- “that’s hogwash!” – Porkchop, unimpressed.
- “i’m just… fertilizing!” – Rufus, lying through his teeth.
key jokes:
- ditto’s failed attempt at leg-lifting (“i meant to do that!”).
- the posts now labeled “rufus approved” (with tiny paw stickers).
- chef remy inventing “scent-neutralizing pickles” (they just smell worse).
starring:
- sir whiskerton (detective, diplomat)
- rufus (overzealous marketer)
- ditto (failed copycat)
- porkchop (snarky commentator)
p.S.
“a wise dog once said: ‘leave some posts for the rest of us… or else.’”
author’s note:
no fence posts were permanently harmed in the making of this story. (Mostly.)
boeing employees over 47,000 in its commercial jet business. China the biggest customer of boeing has ended all deliveries of the boeing planes. How many american workers will now be hurt by trumps trade war with china and the world?
it will take a while to find out. Considering europe is looking at buying from someone else. Id say the boeing workers are screwed. The us farmers will be hurting next fall. Between losing contracts for the program that sent food to africa being cancelled and china lining up other suppliers for farm products. I guess you will see farms up for sale cheap because its not like it will be back next year. Maybe next time they will vote smarter.
the company i retired from made boilers. A couple were european designed gas fired. The company that sold the engines had them cast in china other parts came from europe. Now they will be an arm and a leg. All of their boilers used at least some imported parts. A lot of the parts were speachized and they are only used in boilers. The companies in europe make them for the world they aren’t moving the plants here. They exported about a third to canada they arent buying american. I think they are screwed.
aot of the products made here use imported parts, there is no american made to buy.
now this isn’t china or canada taking our jobs. You aren’t buying chinese or canadian brands. Our companies sent the work overseas. They paid to put the machinery in the chinese plant, in canada and even mexico the plants are american owned. The parasite class sent them there so they could make more money themselves. Now the tariffs will will be used to pay for the parasites tax cut and you will pay them, well if you have a job. |
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| Santa Ana College covers up César Chávezs name, face on campus - NBC Los Angeles |
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Santa ana college followed suit of erasing césar chávezs name from its campus thursday following the disturbing allegations that the civil rights icon sexually assaulted girls and women.
workers boarded up the signage at the césar chávez business and computer center, which was established in 1994.
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the president of santa ana college announced that the school would be covering up naming plaques, murals while removing chávez-related photos from the school website and social media.
three murals, including the legacy of césar chávez painting by artist emigdio vasques inside the building were covered up.
i heard they were covering up the names outside. I ran over there, took a moment of silence, just acknowledge the women and the school’s decision to cover up his name and hopefully rename this building, said helen estrada, a student at santa ana college.
school officials said the murals are covered up to prevent vandalism while the school discuss what to do with thespace. The schools board of trustees will meet on monday to discuss next steps.
the santa ana unified school district said its having a conversation about césar e. Chávez high school and what to do with the name. |
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| South High coach: Not the first time our players have faced hate speech |
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South high coach: not the first time our players have faced hate speech
jesse collings
worcester – racist messages directed at worcester basketball players following a playoff game between south high and andover high school were not an isolated incident, according to head coach diago mcclain.
for some reason people think it is ok to treat kids from worcester public schools this way, mcclain told the telegram & gazette.
on march 6, south highs girls basketball team was playing a quarterfinal game in the division 1 state tournament in andover. During the game, a south high player gave a shove to an andover player after a whistle, causing the andover player to stumble forward. Mcclain said that during the game, the play appeared to draw little notice.
i didnt see the play, our bench was on the other side of the floor, and the official didnt make any call, so they either didnt see it or didnt anything of it, and the andover coaching staff didnt appear to see it either, mcclain said. If i did see it, i would have taken [the player] right out of the game, everyone knows how i discipline my team.
a short video clip was posted on facebook along with the caption, when you cant stop the freshman, you gotta resort to violence.
on facebook, the video has over 7,000 likes and over 850 comments, many of which expressed racial animosity toward the south high team.
typically naturally violent animals. Dear god bring back segregation, one comment states.
silverbacks learn at such a young age, another comment reads.
violence is what they know, it is genetic, one comment states.
mcclain said after the video went viral, he spoke to his team. Mcclain said the south high player and the andover player had been involved in another altercation, with the south high player alleging she had been pushed out of bounds by the same andover player.
i think it is two players playing hard in a game, mcclain said.
harassment, racial comments from opposing fans
mcclain said that while the comments on facebook are discouraging, he is more concerned with comments that are made during games, by opposing players, parents and fans. Mcclain said that during the game, south high parents reported hearing comments from opposing fans, including references to calling ice and commenting the nappy hair of worcester players.
the stuff online, those are just people hiding behind a keyboard. What i am more frustrated about is hearing these comments at games, that our players and our parents can hear, mcclain said. Its all nothing we havent heard before. Ive been hearing it for years, going back to when i was a player.
mcclain said his team has heard similar comments throughout the season, and more needs to be done to protect players from that kind of behavior.
its not fair to our players having to hear that. When you have a freshman, 14 years old, and you have to take them aside and tell them why people are chanting that kind of stuff at you, that is not what high school sports is about, mcclain said.
the south high girls basketball team has been one of the most successful teams in the city in recent years, making the state final in 2024 and 2025, and the quarterfinals in this years tournament before losing to andover. Mcclain said that success has led to further insults aimed at this team.
if we were bad, i dont think we would be hearing this stuff, but when you are good, you get a lot more criticism, mcclain said. You cant just be good because you work hard and are talented – my team has a 3.64 gpa and weve got many players going to college next year – it has to be because you play a certain way.
during a school committee meeting on thursday, march 19, khrystian king, vice chair of the city council, spoke during public comment, encouraging the school department and worcester athletic director david shea to develop a policy to help protect students.
we have to come up with a plan – when our folks leave the safe confines of worcester, we are creating and ceding an environment where there will not be tolerance for the mistreating of our young people, king said.
the worcester branch of the naacp issued a statement condemning the comments and also calling for action from the community.
many of us have experienced the damaging effects of racism and cyberbullying, and no one – especially youth participating in sports – should be subjected to such abuse. Athletic spaces must foster teamwork, growth, and character, not fear and intimidation, the naacp stated. Reports of fans threatening to call ice on youth are abhorrent, dehumanizing, and completely unacceptable. This behavior cannot be tolerated and must be addressed immediately.
the worcester public schools issued a statement on the situation on thursday evening.
hate and discrimination have no place in our society, and certainly not toward our youth. All human beings deserve to be treated with respect and decency. We emphasize that adults must serve as role models for kindness, respect, and appropriate behavior. School staff continue to offer support and hold ongoing discussions with affected students, while serving as role models, the district stated. Although we cannot undo what transpired, the worcester public schools, worcester school committee, and mayor petty remain steadfast in their commitment to ensuring safe, welcoming environments where all students feel valued and respected.
school committee member sue mailman made a motion during the school committee meeting to request that the district get guidance from the massachusetts interscholastic athletic association, which administrates high school sports in the state, about how districts should handle these kinds of situations. The committee approved the motion.
mcclain said that while he and his team have put the loss behind him, the comments from opposing fanbases are still problematic.
i am not concerned about the loss. We should have played better, but that is behind us, mcclain said. I want to speak up now because i want this to stop for future players. |
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| WCC to Offer Welding Training in New Lab at Southern Wayne High School |
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Short-term welding training through wcc’s workforce continuing education services will be offered at night and on weekends at swhs to serve adult learners. Wcps students will utilize the space during school hours.
the courses will provide hands-on instruction for welding, equipment repair, and safety training, producing more trained workers to fill jobs in the area.
“we’re grateful to be a part of this project and to be a catalyst for change in our community,” pfeiffer said. “It is a vision to help our students have industry credentials, to have an opportunity to have life-sustainable wages and family-supporting wages.”
the project was made possible through $225,000 in funding from the golden leaf foundation.
“golden leaf is proud to support the partnership between wayne community college and wayne county public schools to expand workforce training opportunities at southern wayne high school,” said golden leaf president and chief executive officer scott t. Hamilton.
“this partnership will create accessible, hands-on training in high-demand fields such as welding and equipment repair and help more students and adult learners earn industry-recognized credentials that lead to quality careers in wayne county and the surrounding region,” hamilton said.
wcps superintendent marc whichard said workforce development leads to economic development and that the new workforce training lab would demonstrate this. “Offering opportunities for students to remain here in wayne county, and the good-paying jobs that will inevitably come from this, is a great thing for our communities,” he said.
“this space represents forward-thinking investment and connecting education, workforce development, and industry in a meaningful way,” said craig foucht, member of the wayne county board of education.
wcps students will also be able to earn certifications through 3m, a top manufacturer of personal protective equipment, gaining knowledge of foundational workplace safety principles. In addition to welding training, the lab also holds equipment for wcps students to learn skills that lead to certifications in heating, ventilation, and air conditioning.
“southern wayne high school was built to be a vocationally strong school, and look where we are,” said swhs principal kelly carter. “What a great day to celebrate what this school was really made to do.” |
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