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And you never would have thought in the end how amazing it feels just to live again.
Should’ve done something, but I’ve done it enough.
By the way your hands were shaking, rather waste sometime with you.
“This has to be the creepiest ass place I’ve ever been to!” I whispered as I walked between Brad and James. What I really wanted to do was jump on James’ back so he could carry me through the old prison, but I was staying as professional as possible and only engaging in physical activity with James when we were behind closed doors. Not that alone time was easy to come by on this trip. The chill of the building, coupled with the old, musty smell, really put a spell on any of the visitors who walked through the abandoned halls.
This was the first time all trip that I was filming the antics of James’ group. I spent a majority of my time with a couple of the defensemen and the Swedish gang of Loui, Tom Wandell, Fabian Brunnstrom, and Nicklas Grossman. My goal was to get as much of the team as possible involved with the videos. A couple of the guys weren’t too keen on it, but many of them had a great time goofing off for the camera, including Captain Morrow. He and Brad even pulled a few pranks on the youngsters of the team.
We were in Philly for our day off and the Eastern State Penitentiary was part of the team scavenger hunt. Even on the outside the place looked creepy and as soon as we walked through the doors I felt the hair on my body stand up at a tension.
“She’s gonna have bad dreams for the next couple weeks,” Brad chirped over to James who was laughing unmercifully at me as I walked in a crouched position.
“Good thing Burish has the camera for this part, otherwise all the fans would end up getting sick from her shaking camera shots,” Jamie laughed getting in on the act of picking on me.
“Shush you youngin’!” I whispered loudly. I jumped when my echo came back to me. What made it even worse was Burish’s phone ringing loudly at the same time. I know for a fact I wasn’t the only person in the group that jumped at the sudden burst of noise.
“Hey, Rachel,” Adam growled into the phone. It had to have been the 10th time today she had called and it was only 3pm. At first I found it kind of funny, but then I realized that I wasn’t wishing ill thoughts on Adam, it was Rachel that I disliked and Adam that I felt bad for.
The bitch almost ruined my trip with the team by spreading lies about me to the front office. She had the nerve to say that I was handing in false time records and not doing my assigned jobs (i.e. Program Selling). She was right; I wasn’t selling programs because Jimmy needed me to taking care of the music on game nights. Interns with specific job game duties were exempt, which if I was a normal intern in this position I would have more than enough time to sell programs. However with my assigned duties, it was not possible for me to be two places at once. Once Jimmy cleared it up with the intern-supervisor, I was good to go again. But of course my work-load was upped once again because now I had to submit a full list of my team activities for the week. Even though the supervisor said I wasn’t being punished, it sure as hell did feel like I was. They basically wanted to keep tabs on me to make sure I wasn’t “free lancing my time.” It just made me mad that a big stink needed to be made of things. She was literally making things hell and I was soon going to say my piece to Adam.
“So, I want to take you to dinner tonight…” James whispered in my ear as we walked back out into the cold winter air.
“I can’t. I have to stay back in the room and work on editing today’s activities so I can send them to Jimmy to post on the website,” I grimaced, really just wanting to spend some alone time with James.
“Fine, then we are getting take-out and I’ll sit in the room with you. I promise to behave,” he said with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
“It’s not you that I’m worried about on the misbehavior part. You have all that hockey discipline,” I joked as we walked up to
Broad Street to go to the Art Museum for our next clue.
“I don’t have much discipline around you,” he chuckled. “Especially when I have to stare at your ass in those jeans while walking up the steps in the Penitentiary,” he said in a low voice.
“James Neal!” I exclaimed, smacking him in the stomach. “I’m shocked you have such dirty thoughts.”
“It’s your fault.”
“What?! For putting clothing on this morning?”
He paused for a moment. “Nah, it probably would have been worse if you walked down to breakfast naked.”
“That’s what I figured,” I snickered, walking a little faster to catch up with our group.
It was weird having my girlfriend along for the road-trip. It was almost a little awkward at times because she had to be professional and actually get work done. My only job was to sleep, play games and relax in between. Of course when I wanted to relax she was busy with work. I was glad when the game in Philly was over and we were on a plane headed to
, away from anything that had to do with the team. Canada
I looked down at her as she was sleeping peacefully against my shoulder, holding my hand. As soon as we were in the taxi to the airport she was back to her affectionate way and my girlfriend again. If she actually got a job with the organization and things work out for us, it was going to take a little getting used to the fact that there were times she had other things to worry about besides me. She was not going to be the WAG’s that just stood by and waiting for their men to come home. Hanna was independent and focused on getting a job that she could support herself with; something that made me very proud to be bringing her home to my family.
“James!” my Mom yelled and waved frantically as we walked out from getting out luggage.
As I tried hard to keep a smile on my face as the heat rose up my neck from being slightly embarrassed, Hanna just giggled and said, “I can tell you didn’t get your shy-ness from your mom! I like her already!”
I just rolled my eyes and snorted at Hanna’s comment.
Soon I was hugging my mom tightly, breathing in her familiar scent of honeysuckle that always reminded me of her. “Hey Mom, I missed you,” I said sincerely.
“Missed you too, James,” she said in a voice that told me she was about ready to cry. I pulled back quickly and introduced Hanna before she could make a scene.
“Mom, meet my girlfriend Hanna,” I announced as I pulled a smiling Hanna in front of me with her arm already stretched out to shake my mom’s hand.
“Look how beautiful you are!” My mom gushed, causing Hanna to blush this time. “Hunnie, put your hand away, you get a hug!”
I just stepped back and watched the scene unfold as both women were giggling as they embraced. After hugs and introductions were done we headed to my hometown of
. I was glad my mom let me drive because she and Hanna didn’t shut up the whole way to the house. It was safer because my mom constantly uses her hands to talk, so I imagine we would have most likely hit something or someone if she would have been driving. Whitby
“I can’t believe it took him two weeks to actually make a move!” My mom exclaimed, causing me to smack my head with my hand. If I would have been stopped I probably would have used the steering wheel. “He’s always been shy around women, but was always the most sensitive out of all 3 boys. He just needs to be shown that love can be a real thing.”
Maybe this was a bad mistake on bringing her here. But then again, I wouldn’t trade seeing my mother for anything in the world. She was right, I just needed to be shown that love is real.
“You kids hungry?” Mom asked as I pulled into the driveway of my parent’s home.
“Yes.” I blurted out.
“Glad to see some things never change,” Mom laughed as she got out of the Expedition.
I always love coming home and taking a deep breath when I step through the front door, the smell brings back all the memories like they happened yesterday. I couldn’t help but grab Hanna’s hand and take her straight down to my room.
“Where are you taking me?!” she squeaked.
“My room! I have all kinds of things to show you,” I said excitedly. If I knew Hanna as much as I thought I knew her in the last few weeks, I figured she would appreciate checking out all my old trophies and photos.
“Oh my God! Your mom hasn’t changed your room since you’ve gone pro, has she?” she asked, clapping her hand over her mouth as she inspected my trophies and posters around the room.
“Nope,” I said as I plopped down on my bed to relax as I watched her take it all in.
“Look how cute you and your brothers look!” she squeaked as her eye caught the picture of me, Michael and Peter on the ice together when we were in PeeWee. “It’s like a shrine of you,” she turned around with a big smile on her face. “I’m pretty sure you came home here just so that you could get your ‘I’m James Neal, the greatest hockey player that has ever lived!’ Wouldn’t want you to lose that swagger after not scoring on this away trip,” she teased, turning back towards my pictures. I didn’t say anything, I just left her babble as I was enjoyed her reactions. “Lookin’ pretty smokin’ here in your prom picture, Nealer. Definitely the ladies man. What was her name?”
“Kari,” I said evenly, trying not to break the spell. “She was my neighbor growing up, not even my girlfriend.”
“She’s with my best buddy, Boll.”
“Boll, as in Jared Boll?”
“Yup. I hooked them up.”
“Cool,” she said as she fingered my gold medal from the Under20 Championship. “I remember watching this game with a couple of my friends and family, I didn’t remember that you were on the team,” she reminisced.
“I had no points and got put in the penalty box a couple times for stupid things,” I said with a silly smile. “But I earned that medal just as much as the next guy.”
“Definitely would never pick on you about not getting any points. What an honor to be selected by your country,” she said thoughtfully as she looked up at the team picture.
I couldn’t stand watching her any longer; it hit me suddenly that I needed to be near her. I got up quietly from the bed, walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and sighed. “Was there ever a time where your life wasn’t about hockey?” she asked quietly.
I took in a deep breath and sighed, “Yeah. Right now.”
She looked up at me with her milk chocolate eyes and blinked a few times.
“I think I’m falling for you, Hanna,” I said evenly as I stared into her eyes. “I know I probably sound stupid saying that I ‘think’ but I’ve honestly never been in love before. However, I’m thinking that if there is such a thing, this could be it.”
“That was a very honest answer,” she said with a smile. “I don’t use the word lightly, and obviously you don’t either.”
“No, no I don’t because frankly, I haven’t really believed it was possible until now.”
She turned around in my arms to face me, never breaking eye contact. “I’m falling for you too, James,” she said in a barely audible whisper as she caressed my cheek, lightly with her hand. I felt like I was standing in another universe as the realization of the words we just exchanged hit me. I let my arms slide down her back and rested them low on her waist, pulling her firmly against me as I kissed her gently. After 2-3 easy kisses they became harder and needier. Soon she was wrapped around me, moaning into my mouth as I pressed her against the wall of the bedroom.
Without hesitation, I ran my hands up under the layers that kept me from getting to her breasts. When my hands swept over her heavy breasts, she left out a little cry of pleasure. A moment later I found myself leaving out a similar noise as I felt her hand slide down the front of my jeans, applying pressure to my now hardened length.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Neal,” she warned.
I looked over at the clock on my table and saw it would at least be another 20 minutes until my dad got home from work. “Can you promise to be quiet this time?” I whispered as I turned back around to face her.
She bit her lip and nodded her head feverishly. A second later I was running over to my bedroom door locking it and stripping down as I did. When I turned back around I found her lying already naked on my bed with her dark hair sprawled out like a halo around her head. I couldn’t help but groan as pulled her down and off the bed, making sure my squeaky bed springs wouldn’t give things away. I’m fucking 23 years old and here I am basically sneaking around to have sex with my girlfriend. How pathetic.
Once she was situated on the floor with pillows and a blanket under her, I pressed between her legs and slid my thick length into her. It had been a couple days since we had sex because there hadn’t been much time on the road trip, so I couldn’t help but leave out a silent moan as my eyes rolled back in my head when I felt her welcoming warmth. “You feel like home,” I murmured into her ear and I thrusted deep into her, setting a pace to be reckoned with. Every time I bottomed out in her she left out little gasps of pleasure and I could feel her fingers press harder in my back with each hit.
“Kiss me or I’m going to give us away,” she moaned, pawing at me to turn my head so that she could have my lips.
I couldn’t help but smile as I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her pussy tighten around my dick, pulling me over the edge with her. I pumped deep into her, making sure all of me poured into her as I parted lips and whispered, “You are amazing Hanna Richards.”
“You are tooooo,” she drew out as quietly as she could as another convulsion seemed to rip through her.
Definitely felt a little awkward walking upstairs to meet his father after just having a down and dirty sex session on his bedroom floor. I’m glad we had it though because I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last. The last couple days had been torture from being around him and not really being able to show him much affection when all I wanted to do was be glued to his dick.
“Glad to see my son isn’t gay,” his dad joked as he shook my hand.
I couldn’t help but chirp back, “My sex-change doctors did a great job on my surgery didn’t they?”
His dad stood there for a couple long ass seconds before busting up laughing and clapping me on the shoulder. “Oh Hanna, you are gonna fit in here just right!”
Dinner was full of stories about James when he was younger and me talking about my life in PEI and college. I was glad to see that both of our families seemed so much alike, making me feel even more comfortable with the fact that I was with a man that was brought up with the same values as I was.
After dinner James decided that he wanted to take a ride into town on the snowmobile.
“I don’t have a snowsuit,” I informed him as he began bouncing around the house finding all of his own gear.
“I’m sure mom has extra stuff around here,” he yelled loud enough for his mom to hear.
“Oh, yes dear! Come upstairs and I will give you one of the suits the boys grew out of,” she said as she took my hand. I stood at the top of the attic steps as she pulled out a couple suits. She finally held one up that looked like it fit. “This looks like it might be a match,” she said cheerfully. “This was James’ when he was in Jr. High.”
I giggled as I took it, finding it a little sad how short I was compared to him. Before I turned to walk down the steps his mom put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Hanna, I just wanted to say something to you.”
“Yes?” I asked, a little nervous she was going to say that I was a wicked witch that didn’t belong to her son.
“I’m so glad he’s found you. He sounds happy every time I call him now and seeing you two together proves that he is the happiest he has ever been. Don’t let him push you away. Just put your foot down if you need to, sometimes he needs a good kick in the ass,” she said quietly with a smile.
“I might break my foot if I kick him,” I joked.
We ended up laughing all the way down the stairs to find James already waiting for me in his suit.
“I’m roasting down here while you two talk about me?! Let’s get a move on, ladies!” he protested.
Soon I found myself sitting in front of him on the snowmobile as he took me into town. The weather in
had spoiled me because I could have sworn it felt like hell had frozen over by the time we stopped at a little bar with other snowmobiles lined up outside. Dallas
We walked into the dimly lit bar and I found that my snowsuit was not out of place amongst the other visitors. We took a corner booth, James sitting on the same side, right next to me. I couldn’t help but smile over at him.
“This is nice,” I said as he took my hands into mine, trying to warm them.
“The bar or you and me?” he asked with a silly grin.
“Both, but mainly you and me being able to be a real couple; it’s definitely like living in a fish bowl in
He left out a snort.
“Loui said basically the same thing. He said it would be good for us to have a little time away from everything, to get out of the fish bowl.”
“Well I’m glad we have gotten away…”
“I can’t wait until summer,” he said with a sly smile.
“Cause you are going to look good at the lake in a bikini,” he grinned.
And his dad thought he was gay.


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My task was to make a list of words to jog my memory. I knew I was a top down learner, that is I had to see the whole picture first as I could not remember details without it. I had to have the concepts first to give enough meaning to the details so I could recognize them. A fresh list of words was meaningless to me, but if each word was a character in a concept story I could recognize it. I could recognize the word as part of a story and the story would give me the definition. It was the story that I had to have first. I had to make psychology a story, a story of the making of concepts. In a sense I had to understand the concepts better then others in order to remember the details, or to recognize the details. My masters degree had made me take all the different theories of counseling and melt out the universal core theory, what they all had in common. That way I could remember the individual theories not by all the details and different terms they used but by how their concepts differed from the universal core. I now had to do this for all the theories in psychology. Every thing had to fit together in a progressive story of concepts.
This was not an easy task. I set about it for weeks, diagrams of how concepts fit together into one story. The diagrams I made in high school to remember lectures had prepared me. Even all the verbal stories my grandmother had told me now helped. All my unsung hero's lessons and love had prepared me to do a task I was really unable to do without their past help. They had given me the courage to try.
Finally the list was complete, the list of words were the mountain top peaks in a journey from the rudimentary concepts of psychology to different valleys of different throes but all one landscape, diagrams of details glued together by common concepts, like streams going into bigger and bigger rivers but all in the same system. I took my list to the director. He glanced at it and he approved it. I was scheduled to take the exams again. I was on top of the world again. Life is ups and downs. The tragedy to follow I did not foresee.


If you have children or grandchildren, you’ve probably seen the movie “Frozen” – many times. The theme song was “Let it go, Let it go, Let it go.” Kind of like leaving 2021 and headed into the New Year. Before we can focus on the new, we have to let go of the past. Easier said than done. Or, at least that’s been a challenge for me.
I used to say frequently to others (and myself) in counseling when discussing getting past our past, “Go to Lowes, get a ladder and get over it.” Your past and my past are different, but the principle of simply getting past our past challenges are universal.
What’s in your past that you need to get over so that the New Year can be more fruitful on your journey with HIM? What do you need to deal with, instead of kicking the proverbial can down the road? Whatever “IT” is, we have to deal with our past in order to get past our past.
Paul says it this way in a couple of scriptures: “Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: FORGETTING what is BEHIND and straining toward what is AHEAD.” (Philippians 3:13) “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us THROW OFF EVERYTHING that HINDERS and the sin that so EASILY ENTANGLES, and let us run with perseverance the RACE marked out for us. (Hebrews 12:1).
WHAT - It could be a SIN – sincere confession and repentance is the answer. Jesus died for my sins, iniquities, shame, etc. The question isn’t, will HE forgive, it’s will I confess and receive HIS forgiveness and grace. It could be a habit or STRONGHOLD that requires us humbling ourselves and seeking help. It could be a RELATIONSHIP that brings up past memories that may require granting and receiving forgiveness from others. Whatever the past, we ultimately will find help in SURRENDERING that situation to Him. It’s above our paygrade to change anyone, but we can make truth choices that sets us free.
We Are Products of Our Past, But We Don’t Have to Be Prisoners of It
WHY should we put the past in our past? We can’t run the race effectively with a backpack (baggage) strapped to our bodies. We can’t carry the weight of yesterday and today simultaneously. You can’t run the race pulling junk from the past. Have you ever seen a runner in a race pulling something behind him? We can’t drive forward looking through the rear windshield? We must deal with our past in order to get past our past.
HOW to let it go. Some SUGGESTIONS ….1 - It begins with our CHOICES. I can’t choose all the circumstances that occurred in my past, or present, yet I’m RESPONSE-ABLE… for how I respond to my circumstances. Forgiveness is a great priority in being a follower of Christ. Forgiveness is a choice, not an emotion. When we forgive others, it’s like taking the arrow (root cause) out of our soul which allows healing to begin. Choosing to forgive is for our good, not the other person. Surrender that relationship to the Lord. It’s above our pay-grade to change anyone.
I Can’t Choose All My Past Circumstances, But I’m RESPONSE-ABLE For How I Respond to My Circumstances
2 – Realize that Quality CHANGE occurs ONE DAY at a TIME. God told Israel when they entered the Promised Land “ LITTLE by LITTLE I will drive them (enemies) out before you, until you have increased enough to take possession of the land.” (Exodus 23:30) What are the giants in your promise land? Proverbs 13:1l tells us, “… he who gathers money little by little makes it grow.” Real change that lasts doesn’t happen in one moment; it’s a process. I remember reading a quote from John Maxwell, “You will never change your life until you change something YOU DO DAILY.” Change begins with a choice, but it’s not a one-time occurrence, it’s a continuous process. I made the decision to become a follower of Christ decades ago, but I manage that decision one day at a time.
3 – QUIT Rehearsing or Talking About IT and begin SPEAKING God’s Truth over your Situation. HOW by allowing the Word to become part of us; to change us. ISRAEL was delivered in one day from Egypt, but it took 40 years to get Egypt out of the Israelites. Have you ever noticed that when you talk about a “past” hurt or offense, that you tend to relive it to some degree? Your emotions get stirred up. Am I the only one who experiences that? I don’t think so. Quit talking about your past and begin to declare what God says about your future. It’s easier to control your tongue than your mind.
Quit saying I can’t and begin to say I can…..”I can do all things through Christ…” (Philip 4:13), “God has not given me a spirit of fear, but power, love and a sound mind.” (2 Tim. 1:7), “….you have overcome them, because the one who is in you (me) is greater than ..” (1 John 4:4) I encourage you speak God’s Word over you, your family and your life, rather than speaking your past over and over. “The tongue has the power of life and death…” (Proverbs 18:21). Our words can build us up, or tear us down.
It’s Easier to Control Your Tongue Than Your Mind
Our DAILY Bread – the twenty-four-hour Rule. I read that Emmitt Smith, the NFL hall of famer who holds the record for rushing yardage (18,355 yards), has something he called the twenty-four-hour RULE. We can only imagine the pain (physical and emotional) he entertained with both the joy of winning and the agony of defeat over his long career. How did he do it? He said, "one play at a time, one yard at a time and one game at a time." Win or lose, he gave himself a twenty-four-hour span to savor the victory or let go of the defeat. Wow, there's a life-lesson for all of us on our journey with Christ.
What is it that you need to let go of as we leave 2021 and enter 2022? Before you can focus on the present, you have to deal with your past. Do it God’s way, instead of your way.


Israel is a PhD. student in the Department of Classics at Stanford on Language and Literature track. He received his BA in Classics and MA in Comparative Literature and Cultural Studies from the University of New Mexico. His main research interests are in Archaic poetry, especially the Archaic tradition of competitive performance and its effect on the production of poetry. He is currently beginning his dissertation research under the direction of Richard P. Martin on the construction of intimacy within the Iliad and Odyssey. He also enjoys spending time with his family, exploring the natural areas around campus, and, thanks to this course, collecting garage-rock vinyl and going to shows in San Francisco.


Joy looks at the pile of scrubs in the laundry room floor and runs her hands through her short hair. “Not tonight.” She mumbles. Closing the door, she heads for the kitchen and the bottle of wine that is calling her name.
Settling on the couch, she uncorks the wine and flips on the TV. A groan escapes her lips at the knock at the front door. “Who the hell can that be?” They had been in the apartment only a few weeks. Maybe Jared sent flowers for my birthday. She springs over the back of the couch and dances to the front door.
Peeking out the window, her heart drops to her feet. She crouches down before she can be seen. How did he find me? I thought I had more time! Her heart races as she takes another look. Her hands curl into fists. I do. I have another year.
Taking a deep breath, she stands and straightens her stained t-shirt. She looks out the window again. A shiver runs down her spine and wonders if she should wake up Jared, but quickly decides against it. She can handle this.
Leaving the security chain on the door, she opens it a crack. “Go away.” She says in a firm whisper.
He chuckles. “Ah, come on girl. It ain’t so bad. It’s inevitable.” He reaches in and caresses her hand with his long gray fingers.
“NO!” She tries to slam the door, but he’s too strong. Breaking the chain, he pushes he’s way into the small apartment.
She’s ready for him. She crouches in an ‘Angry Flamingo’ kung-fu stance. “Come on, then.” Joy motions with her hand. “Let’s dance.”
He takes a flying leap at her, but Joy sees it coming and does a back flip, catching him under the chin with both feet. His head snaps back, stopping him in mid-flight. She can feel his teeth breaking with the impact of her kick.
He springs to his feet, seemingly unaffected by the bone crunching blow. He smiles at her through the blood and the broken teeth. “Really, I think you’re over reacting, my dear.”
Joy grabs the skillet she used to reheat 20 pounds of chicken Mc-nuggets for Jared’s late night snack. “It’s not my time, Forty. I have another year.” She cartwheels over the couch and smashes the side of Forty’s face with the cast iron skillet.
Forty pulls his head from the sheetrock and cackles. The side of his head is caved in, clumps of gray matter drip from his open skull hitting the floor in wet plops. He reaches a hand on each side of his jaw and wrenches his head back in place with the sound of popping cartilage. “OK. OK.” He holds up his hands. “I can see there’s no changing your mind.”
Joy’s shoulders slump, the skillet drops to the couch.
Forty, seeing his chance, charges with his arms extended, he clamps his long finger around Joy’s throat.
Joy’s blue eyes widen in surprise. She holds on to Forty’s boney shoulders and drops onto her back, her feet catch him in the crouch. He drops to his knees. Grabbing a fist full of hair, Joy drags Forty to the front door and heaves his broken body down the flight of stairs. She holds up her bloody fists to the sky and shouts, “I’m 39! Come back next year Forty and we’ll dance again!”
She walks back into the apartment and closes the door.
“Huh, honey?” Jared shuffles out of the bedroom rubbing his head. “What’s going on?” He looks at the hole in the living room wall.
Joy quickly hides her bloody hands behind her back and gives him a tight smile. “Oh, got a little carried away….” Her voice trails off as Jared spies the skillet on the couch.
“With….” He prompts.
“Home renovations done with every day kitchen appliances.”
Jared blinks and scratches his crotch. “Whatever. You want to go out for your birthday?”
Joy glances sideways at the front door. “No, let’s stay in.”


This Book is about universal human consciousness, religion, supernatural creativity, and spirituality – illustrated with the African. The issues (Based on US tour, 2008) analyzed, and for which solutions are propounded include:
A person loses control when a victim of Spiritual, Psychic, Spiritual, and Ritual Abuse.
Furthermore, we have no control because a “black hole” exists in our thoughts about life and existence - not defined from within. My humble contribution for this is the metaphysics of HOMOTHEISM.
The paradigm is, “Whatsoever one wills shall be fulfilled through the instrumentality of Ebo.” Our African or black race, among other races, has special needs that flows from this.
Recommended for students: Religion/Ethnic & Tribal, Ethnopsychology, African American/History
Dahra Hargaalga “Take Over Control Without Physical Violence” (TOC) available (here)
BIOSOPHY: Path To Realistic Predictions In Life Without Death


But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, to redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons (Gal. 4. 4-5).
By His ineffable and inscrutable providence and love, the pre-eternal Son of God descends from heaven and, for our salvation, becomes incarnate in the womb of the most pure Virgin. Without ceasing to be perfect God, He becomes perfect man.
Almost the whole world, even that which does not consider itself Christian, celebrates this event. For the majority, it is just some kind of carnal and commercial bacchanalia celebrated by partying and feasting with an excessive consumption of food and drink, and the exchange of gifts, where the central place is occupied not by the Divine Infant, but by Santa Claus. If this is what our celebration is limited to, then this year, because of the epidemic which now rages worldwide, we will be deprived even of that.
As Christians, however, we should know from the Apostle Paul, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Rom. 8:38-39). Indeed the pandemic has deprived us of much, but it could not, cannot, and will not deprive us of Christ.
It has taken friends and family from us. Here in Latin America, because of it, we Orthodox Christians, and especially our brother Serbs, have lost the spiritual guidance and earthly support of our apostle, our luminary, our spiritual beacon of light, our beloved Metropolitan Amfilohije, but in him we now have a heavenly patron and intercessor. He was born on the feast of the Nativity and lived his life by Christ’s Gospel. Spiritually he lived the mystery of Bethlehem; his heart was truly a field of Bethlehem, where angels of the Lord proclaimed glad tidings of man’s salvation; it became the grotto of Bethlehem, where the Son of God is born and worshiped; it was truly God’s habitation, where the newborn Christ continued to abide and act. His life and actions bore witness to this fact, shining like the star of Bethlehem, and drawing all, like magi, to the newly born Son of God.
The Newborn Divine Infant calls us also, to partake of this great mystery, and in this life to abide in Him, and in eternity to receive the salvation to which He now comes to call us.
People of God, Christ is Born!
John, Bishop of Caracas and South America


This is the cover to issue four of Lady Machanika by Kenneth Rocafort, the artist of Red Hood and the Outlaws. With the release of ever new issue I try to collect as many variant covers as possible. They’re interesting works of art. My only peeve is the awful delay between issues. It seems like ages pass between releases. More than once I believed the series to be canceled but it is good to see that there is still an interest in the story. Unfortunately, in order to find the variant covers worth collecting one needs to purchase a copy of the book on the day of release since it sells rather quickly. I’m going to cross my fingers and hope that I arrive in time to obtain an issue baring the Kenneth Rocafort cover. Rocafort’s art is remarkable and the visuals that he provides are the only reason that I held on to Red Hood and the Outlaws.


Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI
"Disturbing and riveting...It will sear your soul." —Dave Eggers, New York Times Book Review
Shelf Awareness’s Best Book of 2017
Named a best book of the year by Wall Street Journal, GQ, Time, Newsday, Entertainment Weekly, NPR's Maureen Corrigan, NPR's "On Point", Vogue.com, Smithsonian, Cosmopolitan, Seattle Times, Bloomberg, Library Journal, Paste, Book Browse
From New Yorker staff writer David Grann, #1 New York Times best-selling author of The Lost City of Z, a twisting, haunting true-life murder mystery about one of the most monstrous crimes in American history
In the 1920s, the richest people per capita in the world were members of the Osage Indian nation in Oklahoma. After oil was discovered beneath their land, they rode in chauffeured automobiles, built mansions, and sent their children to study in Europe.
Then, one by one, the Osage began to be killed off. The family of an Osage woman, Mollie Burkhart, became a prime target. Her relatives were shot and poisoned. And it was just the beginning, as more and more members of the tribe began to die under mysterious circumstances.
In this last remnant of the Wild West—where oilmen like J. P. Getty made their fortunes and where desperadoes like Al Spencer, the “Phantom Terror,” roamed—many of those who dared to investigate the killings were themselves murdered. As the death toll climbed to more than twenty-four, the FBI took up the case. It was one of the organization’s first major homicide investigations and the bureau badly bungled the case. In desperation, the young director, J. Edgar Hoover, turned to a former Texas Ranger named Tom White to unravel the mystery. White put together an undercover team, including one of the only American Indian agents in the bureau. The agents infiltrated the region, struggling to adopt the latest techniques of detection. Together with the Osage they began to expose one of the most chilling conspiracies in American history.
In Killers of the Flower Moon, David Grann revisits a shocking series of crimes in which dozens of people were murdered in cold blood. Based on years of research and startling new evidence, the book is a masterpiece of narrative nonfiction, as each step in the investigation reveals a series of sinister secrets and reversals. But more than that, it is a searing indictment of the callousness and prejudice toward American Indians that allowed the murderers to operate with impunity for so long. Killers of the Flower Moon is utterly compelling, but also emotionally devastating.
The Amazon Editors' Pick for the Best Book of 2017: In the 1920s, the Osage found themselves in a unique position among Native Americans tribes. As other tribal lands were parceled out in an effort by the government to encourage dissolution and assimilation of both lands and culture, the Osage negotiated to maintain the mineral rights for their corner of Oklahoma, creating a kind of “underground reservation.” It proved a savvy move; soon countless oil rigs punctured the dusty landscape, making the Osage very rich. And that’s when they started dying.
You’d think the Osage Indian Reservation murders would have been a bigger story, one as familiar as the Lindbergh kidnapping or Bonnie and Clyde. It has everything, but at scale: Execution-style shootings, poisonings, and exploding houses drove the body count to over two dozen, while private eyes and undercover operatives scoured the territory for clues. Even as legendary and infamous oil barons vied for the most lucrative leases, J. Edgar Hoover’s investigation – which he would leverage to enhance both the prestige and power of his fledgling FBI - began to overtake even the town’s most respected leaders.
Exhuming the massive amount of detail is no mean feat, and it’s even harder to make it entertaining. But journalist David Grann knows what he’s doing. With the same obsessive attention to fact - in service to storytelling - as The Lost City of Z, Killers of the Flower Moon reads like narrative-nonfiction as written by James M. Cain (there are, after all, insurance policies involved): smart, taut, and pacey. Most sobering, though, is how the tale is at once unsurprising and unbelievable, full of the arrogance, audacity, and inhumanity that continues to reverberate through today’s headlines. --Jon Foro, The Amazon Book Review


Artist Aaron Lopez arrives in Barcelona from Paris to present his new book and his new collaboration with DARE COLLECTIVE featuring his line of posters. Realities of Life, is a graphic novel that takes the reader on a journey through a series of humorous stories. He encourages the viewers to use their imagination to rewrite and rediscover the artwork with each turning of the page, no matter how many times they’ve read it.
Presenting his illustrations and graphic novel, “Realities of Life,” at Lulu & Flyn was an event focused on interaction, lines, and discovery. The artist aims to convey his passion for storytelling through his drawings, allowing the viewer to create their own narrative and interpretation of the artwork. “Having the event at Lulu & Flyn was special for me because of my musical connection to the space (having performed there with my band on multiple occasions) and also my connection with the creative community that I love so much and that is part of Lulu. Being able to share my illustrative artwork with the Barcelona community through Lulu fills me with joy.”GET YOURS
In a space that connects the artist and his new release in the best way possible, this event takes place in a space that not only brought back memorable moments for the artist, but also allows to display his work through its walls, his collection is part of the new exclusive line for DARE COLLECTIVE. From dance, music, fun, and art, the event was a success, thanks mainly to the collaboration of artists who were part of it: guest DJ Andrew Staffell, author cocktails by creator Aurora Almenar, the Lulu&Flyn community, and other people who are part of the artist guild or resonate with it.
In addition to showcasing Aaron’s book and exhibiting the posters from the new collection, painting activities were carried out, allowing people to connect with the illustrations, the space, and the other people who attended the event while enjoying author cocktails specially designed for the event, good music, and company.
In this space, there was a conglomerate of artists who resonated with the philosophy of DARE COLLECTIVE and, in this case, from the lead artist and his book launch and works. It fills our collective and DARE COLLECTIVE with enthusiasm to be able to hold events that generate dynamics from the community, sharing, making their works available to others, allowing them to showcase their talent, even better, if it is through events to connect with people who resonate with these ways of creating and perceiving art. We invite you to get to know his new book Realities of Life, enjoy and have fun with its stories, observe and acquire his new posters, and get to know more about the artist behind his creations.LULU&FLYN


Efforts to research and record your family history will in most cases be more successful if part of the story is already published in books. These books may include individual biographies, brief biographical sketches in history books on various communities, memoirs and family genealogy books.
During the 1800s and early 1900s, many volumes of community history were published, and most contained biographical sketches of individual citizens. Whether you find biosketchs about direct ancestors or about close relatives, you can find invaluable insights about your family members and their lives. Remember, though, that published works can have errors, just a census records and other sources do.
One example of the biographical narrative published as part of a community history is the story of Isaac Sharp and his wife Mary (Woolverton) Sharp of McNarlins Run, Waynesburgh, Greene County, Pennsylvania. The biosketch offers a look at Isaac and Mary’s lives as well as their many children.
Unfortunately, it gives incorrect information about some of the daughters’ spouses. In particular, daughter Rebecca married David Conger, not Ephriam Corwin. See the clarification, based on Conger genealogy records and family letters.
Still, to learn that Isaac’s parents were Scotch-Irish, and that Isaac’s own career was as a teacher and surveyor, adds immensely to the family story.
Another book that helped me, although with a different branch of the family, was I Was Born in America: The Memoirs of William George Bruce. William was the oldest brother of one of my great-grandfathers. Thus the sections of the book about his parents and about his and his siblings’ childhoods in early day Milwaukee provide wonderful insights about my own ancestors.
To help me and others interested in this period of Milwaukee history, I created an index to this book of memoirs that mentions many well known people of Milwaukee in this era as well as family members. A fine genealogy Web site for Milwaukee — Links to the Past/Milwaukee — has posted that memoirs index online.
Fortunately, twelve chapters of his memoirs were published in the 1930s in the Wisconsin Magazine of History, from the Wisconsin Historical Society. And today, WHS has digitized its magazine back issues and put them online. Thus, I can reread his descriptions in Chapters I and II of growing up in the intensely German neighborhood just to the east of the Milwaukee River. Or view again the photograph of his parents, Augustus F. Bruce and Apollonia Becker Bruce, and read a bit of their story. All twelve chapters are listed on the William George Bruce Web page that I created.
You can use the WorldCat or world library catalogue to search for books about your family lines, and then you can use the free or low cost Interlibrary Loan Service to bring the volume to you for reading. Don’t miss this great method for finding family for free.
This is one in a series of genealogy and family history research ideas to help you find your family and ancestors for modest or no cost.


I can’t believe it’s happened.
I’m so proud of you for putting up such a fight with your illness over the last year. Nobody I know would have been able to deal with it in the way that you did; having such a positive attitude with the most determination to overcome any ailment you may encounter. Right from the very beginning. I don’t think I’d have been able to handle it the way you did. That’s why I can’t and don’t blame you for wanting the pain, sadness and the unknowing to end. I don’t blame your family for the decision that was made to stop your medication; you'd have only wanted the same thing. I don’t blame you for deciding to leave with your dignity intact, pain free and with no worry of how to deal with any future repercussions. You’ve left us with your memory held so dear and your beautiful wife, children and grandchildren of whom you should be so very proud of. They’ve dealt with all of this so well, better than I thought; a credit to you.
You needn’t burden yourself with trying to keep upbeat when you feel low and keep a brave face in front of people. You have left hopefully knowing that we will all be here to look after your family and are able to rest easy in the knowledge that we will do our utmost to help out whenever we’re needed. I don’t think that would have even been a concern for you. Our family are and always have been there for each other. Even if we hadn’t seen each other or spoken in weeks, it never worries us. We don’t need to talk every day to know we can pick up the phone at any time. That’s just the way our family is.
I’ll remember Lanzarote, the barbecues, the family parties, Christmases. The way you were able to walk out into the swimming pool in front of everybody in a bikini top teamed with your swimming shorts to make us all laugh, the way you made yourself look like a member of the Jackson 5 at my mum’s 50th birthday party, and all the ‘spot prize’ questions you tested us on. I’ll affectionately remember you with a pint of beer in your hand, or stood in the back garden with a JD and cigar and the way you used to refer to yourself in a French accent as Philippe Flop. To this day, it still makes me laugh.
My all-time favourite memory of you is when we were celebrating New Years at Julie’s house in 2000. You had gotten so drunk, put on a gold wig and were playing a wok as a guitar to The Jam. I was on drums.
I’ll light a candle for you at our wedding. I hope you’ll be there to oversee the day. It won’t be the same without you making a silly joke and drinking JD with my dad and Uncle Mark but I can be certain that the day won’t pass without you being in mine and everyone else’s thoughts.
They say that He only takes the best ones and this is proof that it’s true. They’ve got a good ‘un up there with them now. We love you and miss you and our family won’t be the same without you. Your memory will always live on in our hearts.
All my love


Martha Beck Book Club
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Crimson Steel Ltd
Name: Immer, Arand
Role: Squad Leader
“I haven’t known Arand for too long a time when compared against some of the others on the roster… That said, he’s a good young man. The sort of man who lived for the soldiers he commanded and never left someone on his watch behind. Good squad leaders are hard to find, and especially hard to retain…
Men like Arand live for something more than money; and when all this business can give you is a wad of credits for the six dead men who once served beside you…
Anyhow, I think what impressed me most about him was his first assignment. Milk run stuff that any amateur would’ve handled. To be honest, I was hard pressed finding someone to do the job so when I saw him and his imperial deserters show up; I figured it’d be a good job to get them out of my way on. Then the bastard comes back from a successful op, and instead of giving me any lip or attitude; just asked for the next contract.
Give me one man willing to follow orders, and I’ll take him over a hundred of today’s ruffians calling themselves soldiers of fortune.
I don’t know how long he’ll stay on the roster to be honest. Sooner or later he’s going to find a cause that no amount of money is going to sway… And when that day comes I’m going to have to hope that he and I are on the same side”


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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
iPod for kids
(8y) Christmas - 2nd hand ipod nano(from a relative) and a £18 iPod speaker from Play
- make sure the audio limiter is on
- keep the media appropriate to the childs age
- too much media at one time can be overwhelming - stagger uploading material.
- only the first few chapters of a audio book is loaded, to encourage reading the rest.
- with music or audio-literature motivation to first concentrate on the media is often driven my what they are studying in class or what friends have introduced. by noticing what is happening and regular discussion with my partner and offspring we can find things to encourage. This can then be developed by extending into a similar genre. I find its abou making choices available at the appropriate time.
- as with most media, discussion during/after is paramount.
I tried using community readings of books but on the whole the quality technically and of he speakers reading skills were so poor compared to he professional versions that my 8y old just wanted them removed to make more space.
Shared community read literature (free):
The ipod gets used on a daily basis mainly to listen to Harry Potter books that she has already read. On the music front, i have found that unless she has been introduced to music via her class or peers she listens to little else. So her tastes are limited to the beatles, queen, bob marley, abba, and grease(the soundtrack)


One way to think about this aspect of the DPI is for BIM to organize information on the design of the physical structure and PMIS to organize the administrative information of the project. The PMIS is an effective way to promote cooperation, as administrative information is introduced once and verified by everyone. The resulting review increases the likelihood that errors will be detected sooner rather than later. Several literatures represented different categories of factors, but none of them proposed a specific criterion for distinguishing categories. In this study, we propose criteria based on transaction elements. In previous research in China, the project submission system and type of contract were reviewed from a transaction perspective, and the project implementation system was designated as a project transaction method . The basic elements include, for each transaction, the subject of the transaction, the subject, the environment, the contract between the parties to the transaction and the management of the transactions. Of these, the purpose and subject matter are of fundamental importance, because without these two elements, the transaction cannot exist. In terms of the transaction, success is primarily determined by the subject of the transaction (i.e. the project itself), the subject of the transaction (i.e.
the owner, the contractor and other participants) and the transaction environment (e.g. B the situation of the hardware store). As a result, the factors in the selection of PDCS can be divided into three groups: transaction-related factors, transaction-related factors, and transaction environment factors. The study included a survey on the questionnaire in 2008 and ultimately identified 14 factors from a Chinese perspective, as shown in Table 3. P.A.s are designed so that a state landowner can retain control of the district character for the public good. However, this can sometimes lead to cumbersome licensing mechanisms in PPPs, which may eventually delay the project. This is particularly the case where there are licensing mechanisms for advance planning with the government as the owner of the land and the procedures for establishing the plan. Ideally, the development of the ADP should be as follows: as noted above, PDCS is a determining factor in the success of the project, traditionally defined as the degree to which the project`s objectives and expectations are being met . Thus, the objective of the PDCS design can be indicated as a goal to achieve the project objectives, improve the project`s performance and ultimately ensure the success of the project. With regard to these three concepts, Mr. Chan et al.
stated that the objective was the success of the project and that the budgetary, timing and quality objectives were the three criteria normally accepted to achieve the objective. Each project has a number of objectives to achieve and they serve as a standard for measuring performance . These concepts are closely related to each other and are macroscopic aspects of the PDCS, which is not enough in the PDCS design. This is why this document introduces a “value added”, a relatively micro-plan approach, in order to reflect more concretely the importance of an appropriate PDCS. Implementation of an appropriate PDCS will achieve value added on the basis of project objectives. For example, costs are one of the project`s objectives; Therefore, if savings have been realized, it means that the added value has been achieved relative to the cost target. In a nutshell: “value added” in this document refers to the added value for different project objectives. The more value added, the more successful the project is and the better the corresponding PDCS.


Early in my explorations of Toronto and it’s old-time music scene, I was very lucky to meet Peter and Debbie, a couple who play together in the Square Peg Stringband. After a night of music at a local café, Peter and Debbie invited me and my wife Carrie back to their house to talk more about my interest in old-time music. This was a thrilling moment for me, because I felt like I was both connecting to connected people, and being welcomed into the world of Toronto old-time.
We left the café, and as Peter and Debbie rode their bicycles back, Carrie and I drove west down Bloor Street to an area in north Roncesvalles Village, onto a dead end side street. We were looking for a house which was described as, “one that looks like nothing else on the block.”
From that night on, this particular house on the end of the block has served as the epicenter of my research in Toronto. Peter and Debbie have welcomed me to stay the night when I’m in town. They’ve fed me (quite well). They have introduced me to all kinds of details of Canadian life, and every morning that I wake up there, Peter has made me a cappuccino. This, in and of itself, makes me think I am the luckiest ethnographer on the face of the planet.
The house itself is an accurate extension of Peter and Debbie as people. It is stylish, warm, modern, hospitable, and welcoming. There will be much more written here about both Peter and Debbie, but for now I’ll offer this 2010 article from Dwell Magazine about their house.
In addition, this article was featured by the snarky website unhappyhipsters.com, which both Peter and Debbie were quick to point out.
http://unhappyhipsters.com/page/65 (scroll down to April 14, 2010)
I find it refreshing that Peter and Debbie get such amusement from this send up, perhaps it’s because they are secure in the knowledge that it couldn’t be farther from the truth. They derive great joy from their lives, and their home, and from the many friends they welcome into both.


This little snippet just came back to me. It was one of those moments where I kind of felt like I didn't know who I was. Like, "Oh, this is the girl that I have become."
I was at work on Thursday. I had left that morning on weird terms with Asher because money is tight, the situation is hard. Knowing there isn't much we can do about it is even more difficult. I leave in my morning rush with just a quick peck.
I get a call at about 9:45, sitting at my desk. It is our CFO and he says, "there is someone here, I think you will know." So I walk downstairs and when I hit the hallway I smell him already. He doesn't wear too much cologne but it smells so good and it stays in the air and I know he is there. He is hiding around the corner like he did the first time I came to visit him in NY. That night, two years ago, I came off the plane and I was worried I wouldn't recognize him but I found him right away hiding from me behind a vending machine.
He had ridden the bus and then his skateboard to come see me at work, to bring me my phone which I had left behind. And he smelled and looked so good. I took him around to meet the people in the office and he was putting on jokes and messing around and charming everyone. They thought he was cute and younger than he looks in the picture by my desk. And one gal said, "he is so handsome and his smile is so sweet." I just felt really proud that he is my husband.
I always thought I would miss this part of life. My relationships before were so difficult and I thought that to be with someone you had to get that sick feeling in your stomach when they were away from you. I thought that intensity meant love but it was distrust. I was accustomed to a certain mania in trying to make things work, obsessed with making things look presentable to people even when it was me trying to glue scraps of happiness into a pretty picture.
This is not a scrap or a maniacal need or any intense feeling in my stomach. This is a man, being a man. A person who chose, of his free will, to spend life with me. It feels safe and calm and happy and filled with faith and trust. Thank goodness this is me, finally.


Not everyone you lose is a loss.
— Unknown (via nguyenlisa)
Joeyful, New York State of mind
Bless this bad muthafucker
You need to realize that the way you are feeling now will not be permanent.
— r.h. (via zubat)
Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.
— Edgar Allan Poe (via observando)


Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Happy New Year 2013
No more making yearly resolutions on what you think you want to do with yourself. Write down those goals and set out to accomplish them. Take PRIDE in what you want to accomplish, and no matter how difficult it may seem to achieve a certain milestone to reach your goal, educate yourself and ask questions to get the answers you need to move to the next milestone. Sitting around thinking of your next move is doing nothing but killing time where you'll eventually lose your train of thought, and become stagnant; you'll lose focus. In order to become prosperous, you have to keep moving. A healthy body, is a body in motion; a healthy mind, is a mind always at work, thinking of the next move. A hustler doesn't make money if he sleeps; and he takes no holidays off. To be successful, you have to keep moving, no matter the day.
If you want POWER in whatever avenue of game that you choose to take, you have to know what you want. That's why 2013 should be the year that you gather yourself, and know what you what in life. Steadily taking life day by day will simply get you by, as you take whatever comes before you at that moment; but to achieve your goals down the line, in the far future, you have to know what it is that you want. So take the time to evaluate your life, the people around you, and think what and who is best for you to accomplish your goals. You have to think in the long run, and along the way, build to that ultimate goal; step by step. With each step, you have to thoroughly plan who can take a part of that step to help you get to the plateau. Not to say that you should use people for what they can do for you, but together, with a common goal, two heads are better than one, and together you can meet those milestones and reach your goal a lot faster. That's why I say, you have to keep people in your life that have the same interests as you, and that only interest should be to obtain success through PRIDE, PROSPERITY, and POWER.
So don't sit around, thinking of what resolution to partake in to make you feel as if you've accomplished something. Make moves NOW to get money, be successful, and be happy. That's all we truly want out of life anyway; is to live comfortably. Don't let anything stop you from achieving those goals. Don't let another person in your life stop you, don't let family stop you, and most important, don't let your own mind, your own self stop you from moving forward and finding PROSPERITY for yourself.
"Real niggaz do what they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can." - 2Pac, Starin' Through My Rearview


From Fome Zero to Zero Hunger
his book not only traces the evolution of the implementation of Zero Hunger over the years, but shows how its principles and concepts took root in all regions, from Latin America and the Caribbean to Africa and Asia. The book presents the different contributions made by the partners involved, from the whole UN System – through the Zero Hunger Challenge – to family farmer platforms, civil society, and parliamentary fronts against hunger and malnutrition.
Occupational Safety and Health Challenges in Southern Agriculture
The Occupational Safety and Health (OSH) risks in agriculture deserve more
attention. While about a quarter of humankind is still laboring in agriculture providing for the other three-quarters and themselves the necessary food for human survival, their health risks in the pastures, fields, plantations and stables go mainly unnoticed to such a degree that not even comprehensive statistics are available.
The poverty of the state. Reconsidering the role of the state in the struggle against global poverty
THE SPECTER OF POVERT Y has had an enduring presence within
the history of humankind. The current age, however, is one in which
the eradication of extreme poverty may yet be feasible. The resources
to do so in a reasonable period of time are there. The desires and willingness of international organisations, governments and peoples are
evident from prevailing discourses that express the need and a will on
the part of the international community to reduce and eradicate
p o v e r t y. What are the factors that are impeding the accomplishment
of such a widely accepted goal? It is difficult to give a comprehensive
and definite response to this question. However, a substantial part of
the explanation may lie with one of the most important, but problem-
atic, structures of the modern world: namely, the state.


This Day in History
1971 — Janis Joplin’s version of the song written by Kris Kristofferson hits number one.
“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train, And I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans”
The song, sadly, hit the top of the charts posthumously for Janis Joplin. The iconic and troubled singer had earlier died of a drug overdose.
“Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained. It rode us all the way to New Orleans.”
Joplin’s version of that song has always been a favorite of mine. At the height of the song’s popularity I was in a relationship with a young woman. Well, at least that was the impression I had. I’ll call her Barb. Barb was smart, funny, creative and more than a little psychologically unhinged, not to mention secretive. Her life seemed to be a neurotic swing between a repressive sexual frigidity and nymphomania. I had met her during a bout of the latter.
A date with Barb always involved wandering through previously uncharted territory. One night in a restaurant, over mugs of beer and a basket of onion rings, she suddenly began laughing hysterically. She accused me of being like every other man in the world and that all I wanted was sex. Then, to emphasize her point, she began dunking onion rings in her beer and flinging them at me. Whap, a wet onion ring stuck against my shirt, whap, another onion ring hit me in the face. My previous dating experiences had not prepared me for such a moment. All eyes in the restaurant turned toward us as onion rings continued to hurtle toward me.
“I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah”
Only two options occurred to me, retreat or engage in a food fight. I slid from my chair and made my way to the restroom. I stood there a while wondering what to do. A life as recluse in some remote forest did hold a certain appeal at that moment. Having no other viable option I reluctantly returned to the table. I had some hope that maybe she’d be gone, ditched me, taken a taxi home. No such luck. Before I had a chance to address the situation she started talking, all pleasant and chatty and acting like nothing unusual had taken place. I didn’t see how it would be in my best interests to revisit the scene so I just followed along in the new direction. One thing she never was, was boring.
“Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew”
A few months down the road, with the affair less rocky of late, she seemed almost normal and I had some hope. A Saturday night, we had seen a movie, stopped for a beer, and then went back to her apartment where she opened a bottle of wine. There were no surprises, the evening was pleasant and I spent the night. Before I fell asleep, wrapped in her arms, I remember thinking, “this could work.” I liked her, and we were on the same page for so many things in life. She was interesting to talk to, insightful, and when the craziness was tapped down, we walked to the same beat.
“From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul”
Sunday morning, asleep, warn and content, when suddenly I was being shaken awake. “Bunk, Bunk, wake up!” Bunk was my leftover nickname from college that some people still used.
“Huh?” I came to my senses at the urgency in her voice.
“You have to leave, hurry, you have to leave!” She sounded panicky as she shook me, almost pushing me from the bed.
I didn’t understand and was reluctant to leave a nice warm bed. “What time is it?”
“Almost 7:30. Hurry!”
“Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold”
She got up and started to get dressed. Probably still a little tuned from the night before, I was having trouble clearing my head. What was going on?
“It’s still early,” I said, “what’s the rush?”
Facing away from me, with her hands behind her back to fasten her bra, she paused, and said “My fiancée is coming to pick me up for early Mass.”
In my foggy state I struggled to process what I had just heard. The only words that came to mind were “I thought you and I were going together” and they sounded so stupid I said nothing.
She turned and rather desperately said, “Please, Bunk, can you leave?”
“One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it”
I nodded. Mostly because she looked to be on the verge of a breakdown and I didn’t want to make the situation any worse. At the door, saying a quick goodbye, as way of…an apology, no, not that, what, I don’t know, she gave me a joint. I still had hair in those days which I wore semi-long, down over my ears. I tucked the joint behind an ear, shrugged a goodbye and got out of there before the fiancée showed up.
“But, I’d trade all my tomorrows, for a single yesterday To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine”
The weather added its contribution to my dark mood. A gray, overcast day, not too cold, but the wind was providing a nasty bite. Winter and spring were still in a battle for supremacy and that Sunday morning was a draw. I drove my VW Bug down Washington Avenue, at that time a decaying, desolate stretch of Minneapolis. Not another car on the street, the world, my world, looked to be a post apocalyptic setting. Rattled, I was not concentrating on driving. My head was spinning with what had just happened. The car radio was playing and “Me and Bobby McGee” came on. I turned up the sound and Janis took me to some forlorn corners of the song.
“Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose”
I was into the intersection before I realized the light was red. At the same moment I saw the squad car, parked on the street facing the intersection. Oh crap! I was probably still half drunk, not to mention the doobie behind my ear. The penalties for marijuana possession were quite severe back then. Already in a state of collapse, my world was facing an even more desperate downward spiral. Two cops sat in the car, each with a cup of coffee and a doughnut. And there I was, blowing through a red light right in front of them. This scene still plays out in slow motion in my mind. I looked at the cops, the cops looked at me, looked at each other, and through some unspoken agreement, turned their attention back to the coffee and doughnuts.
“But feelin good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin good was good enough for me, mm-hmm”
With no flashing lights behind, I continued along Washington Avenue, my load more than a little lifted. I laughed out loud and was able to look at what happened with Barb in a different light. Certainly not the relationship I wanted, but hey, at least I wasn’t the fiancée. I sang along with Janis.
“Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah”


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Across the globe, widespread digital transformation has resulted in shifts in many sectors. This means that traditional sectors, such as publishing, have created novel digital ways for people to access, read and interact with their content. As we spend more time on mobile devices, we are reading even more, with information and communication instantly available.
Teresa Iribarren, a teacher at Universitat Oberta de Catalunya, notes that with digital reading, the experience can be sporadic, as the flow of reading is paused to find out more about a specific matter or interact with the material by clicking on hyperlinks, surveys, and watching videos. Despite the interruptions, reading digitally may mean you gain a deeper or broader understanding of the subject in question. The internet also provides a platform for an expanded reading experience as you’re able to interact with other readers and publishers on social media. As well as pushing innovation and interaction, digitally published material is readily available, profitable, data driven, wide-reaching and fluid.
Digital push from the pandemic
Since the pandemic there has been an increasing number of digital libraries, audiobooks and also new traditional bookshops. In 2020, Spanish-language publishers saw increases of 112% for ebooks and 137% for audiobooks. This reflects the accessibility of digital publishing and the need for online content when many services were no longer available. In fact, a report published by Bookwire, a German digital publisher with a Spanish branch, found that in the main lockdown months, digital consumption experienced a four-fold increase. This may have been linked to the 8.1 million more social media users in Spain between 2020 and 2021 showing people’s increased demand for consuming digital content during an uncertain time.
One of the benefits of products that are digitally published is that they do not carry the price mark-up of their paper counterparts. In 2020, €6.06 was the average price for a Spanish ebook, compared to around €13.49 for an audiobook and €20 for a traditional paper book. This means that not only can the content be instantly available but more of it can be consumed for the same price of traditional media. On top of this, a study has noted that many ebooks and audiobooks can be sold as a supplement to traditional books, showing that the opportunities and flexibility afforded by digital publishing do not necessarily mean there isn’t space for both formats to cohabitate. The same study did suggest that traditional publishing houses will need to radically alter their business models to stay relevant among the digital transition. One reason for this being the lower production costs of digital formats which insures higher profitability.
Outreach and readership
Publishing digitally allows publishers or content creators to have a direct insight into their readership. This can be obtained through website analytics which show where users are reading from and what content gains the most engagement. This can allow for my specific marketing methods to reach readers who will engage with the content. It also means people can find content they want more easily regardless of their country or native language. For example, finding Spanish books in Germany as a native Spanish speaker will be made much easier by digital publishing. In light of this, there has been a push for translational rights sales shown by the virtual Books in Spain initiative to encourage translation funding.
Fluid media – embracing the transition
Manual Gil, the director of the Feria del Libro Madrid has advised what is needed to thrive in the digital market. He emphasises the need for flexibility with “multi-format, multimedia and multi-device catalogues” and “a multi-channel strategy” using social media networks to promote the digital content. He also notes the importance of subscription platforms and digital libraries in encouraging consumption of digital products. Casa del Libro, a predominant Spanish bookseller has dived headfirst into this challenge, determined not to be dwarfed by e-commerce giants such as Amazon and Apple. The company has integrated a cloud-based digital library and store that provides a range of content straight to your device and has on its side an established network of loyal Spanish readers.
In a futuristic twist, Gil has predicted that books will become multi-media, with the integration of 3D technology with “virtual and augmented reality”. You can imagine that digital publishing opens up exciting opportunities to stretch the boundaries of how we interact with and consume media products.
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3Si, along with its European partners, are creating a credit-based qualification for those interested in entering the digital publishing industry. It will include units on content, production, design, marketing, and business models. Later this year, we plan to pilot the qualification by delivering a course with the International University of Andalucia. Keep a look out for future updates and information on this Erasmus+ funded project by following our social media.


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