...on. The DOWNPOUR of rain turns it into mud. PULL BACK TO REVEAL: A lone figure diggin a hole in the wet ground. His BLACK LEATHER JACKET drenched from the pelting rain. Each thrust of the SHOVEL becomes more labored than the last. CUT TO BLACK: ANDREW (O.S) It’s my move, I win this time! FADE IN: 2 INT. TOWNHOME - AFTERNOON Through a screen door, enters ANDREW (27) a young man with bright blue eyes. Inside, a modestly furnished townhome. He is greeted with a hug and kiss from his mother, ANN (49). ANN Hey honey. Andrew sets down the large grocery bag on the kitchen counter, throws his BLACK LEATHER JACKET on the chair and rushes over to the sofa. He sits down at a half played CHESS game set out on the coffee table. ANDREW (studying the chess board) I brought some stuff from the shop, Julian told me those steaks are freshA BEAT as Andrew studies the board. ANDREW (CONT’D) -and the boys say hi. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 2. ANN You know you don’t have to keep bringing all this food here. ANDREW What are you talking about ma? you and me will devour those, have a nice big party. Invite Mrs. Davis from next door. ANN (putting the food in the fridge) Andrew, Mrs. Davis barely comes out of her place and I’m pretty sure she hasn’t forgotten when you almost set her place on fire. Andrew pantomimes a shocked expression. Ann laughs. ANDREW (fake disbelief) I thought she would have forgotten the fireworks. Ann finishes packing all the food and leans against the counter, looking at...
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...oneshot. And this happens to be my first rated M story too. Damn. Santana held the sheets even tighter when the light irritating sound continuously blared through her ears. She slightly adjusted her vision – it’s barely 5 in the morning and they needed to be ready at exact 6 she propped her elbow carefully tapping the alarm clock off, careful not to prod the blonde haired girl cuddled beside her before slowly returning to her usual position. Santana let a tight lip smile play along her plump lips as she stare at the blonde beside her, blonde locks sprawled all over the pillow, pale hands gripping the warm sheets, and those little reflexes she does every time the Latina’s breath hit her cheeks. Santana slowly brought her hand by Brittany’s forehead to swat some hair that lingers along her brows making the taller girl snuggle even more and causing Santana giggle a little. Their warm naked bodies creating the most satisfying warmth and playing a little flashback of what happened last night. Santana continued stroking Brittany’s hair as she can feel the blonde’s continuous breaths hit her collarbone causing her lips to release a light moan. Santana audibly sighed when she felt the warm breathing altered to short pecks followed by another and another. The brunette can’t help but lost her fingers in blonde locks and run her fingertips over the pale neck pushing it even closer to her when she felt those pecks turned to nipping and sucking. “Hmmmp. B-Britt.” She moaned lowly, she let...
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...taught him how to grow, to change, and to age--without becoming a prisoner of the past* I was no t yet 18 when, having finished high school, I left my native Vienna and went to Hamburg as a trainee in a cottonexport firm. My father was not very happy. Ours had been a family of civil servants, professors, lawyers, and physicians for a very long time. He therefore wanted me to be a full-time university student, but I was tired of being a schoolboy and wanted to go to work. To appease my father, but without any serious intention, I enrolled at Hamburg University in the law faculty. In those remote days--the year was 1927--one did not have to attend classes to be a perfectly proper university student. All one had to do to obtain a university degree was to pay a small annual fee and show up for an exam at the end of four years. *THE FIRST EXPERIENCE* *Taught by Verdi* The work at the export firm was terribly boring, and I learned very little. Work began at 7:30 in the morning and was over at 4 in the afternoon on weekdays and at noon on Saturdays. So I had lots of free time. Once a week I went to the opera. On one of those evenings I went to hear an opera by the great 19th-century Italian composer, Giuseppe Verdi--the last opera he wrote, *Falstaff*. It has now become one of Verdi's most popular operas, but it was rarely performed then. Both singers and audiences thought it too difficult. I was totally overwhelmed by it. Although I had heard a great many operas, I had never heard anything...
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... Rahul Patel Mr. Hurdle Composition 11 May, 2012 James Thurber Part I: “Authors of light pieces have, nobody knows why, a genius for getting into minor difficulties: they walk into the wrong apartments, they drink furniture polish for stomach bitters, they drive their cars into the prize tulip beds of haughty neighbors, they playfully slap gangsters, mistaking them for old school friends” (James Thurber). James Thurber was a cartoonist and an author. He was born on December 8th 1984 to his parents, Charles and Mary Thurber. Thurber’s father was a clerk and a minor politician, while his mother was a practical joker and very strong-minded. For example his mother would tell visiting guests that she was in love the post man and she had to be kept in the attic because of it. She would also tell people that she was a cripple and then she would suddenly stand up and tell everyone she had miraculously healed(James Thurber 1 of 5). James Thurber also had two brothers, William and Robert. When Thurber and William were little, they were playing with a bow and arrow, and William shot James in the eye. This led James to be partially blind and because of this injury he couldn’t participate in any sports or activities, but this injury developed a very creative imagination in Thurber’s mind. A neurologist at the time had a theory that he might have Charles Bonnet Syndrome, which is a condition that causes hallucinations (James Thurber 1-2). Thurber...
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...study looks at the importance of developing and maintaining a network of relationships in international markets and in the local milieu as a critically important capability for smaller firms seeking international growth. It also illustrates how the indirect benefit of acquiring new knowledge (learning) through network relationships is likely to be more sustainable than the direct benefits of gaining new business opportunities. ● ● ● Origins of Ekomate Ekomate Systems was founded in 1996 by Tom Thomas upon his return to his hometown of Bangalore after obtaining an MS in computer engineering at the University of Texas in Austin. The son of an entrepreneur, Thomas felt that starting a business would be considerably more remunerative in comparison with employment. Moreover, he had gained some work experience at Intel, while in the USA, and was acutely aware of the great potential of the Internet. He was therefore keen to start a company that would ‘enable client companies to get on the Web’. According to him, when utilising Internet technology, companies ‘not only have the public side [that is, a website] that any visitor would come in and see but also a private side where their customers, suppliers and vendors also interact through the Web’. His company, Ekomate, works in this area as a software services company. The Ekomate website describes its offering as follows: Ekomate uses the offshore development model to help its clients get their IT work done, maintaining international...
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...Ones. Original Plan (Rei send Ten to the Earth’s Realm, predicting that Ray and half of his team would follow him on that same realm after Ten. Leaving the remaining Tainted Ones exposed on their realm easy to attack as the group has been split in two.) Pre-Story. Meanwhile somewhere under ground into the Underworld.. Rei’s laughter was heard in the distance. (Camera panning from left to right into view of the underworld belonging to the Blood God’s, where a flow of lava filled the room below a rocky platform where Rei and Ten stand in the middle of their thrones.) The woman wearing red robe on top of her naked small body, glancing to her big brother with yellow glimmering eyes under the dark hood. She slid her arms around Ten’s neck, collapsing them tight so her breasts press up against his torso. Ten in return collapse his arms around her stomach before reaching his palms to squeeze the woman’s soft tender rear with both bare hands. He mutters a small chuckle after his actions, glancing back with the same colored eyes. Rei: “The Tainted Ones? You say... Ten: “I know for a reason that half of them will follow him if I lure him to Earth’s realm. Rei surf her fingertips along the scalp of Ten’s head, pushing her fingers through his hair. Her glimmering yellow eyes searching for his while she thought of the idea, tilting her head curiously. Rei: “Injunction of Glyph and us… There is possibility...
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...Diary of Signaller Ellis Silas – diary extract : May 1915 1 MAY ENLARGE ‘At the Water hole’, from Silas' book Crusading at Anzac We are relieved from the firing line – the battle still raging; every nerve strained. Australians have done splendidly, holding a very difficult position; have been much troubled with snipers. Am glad I have done my duty. First wash for a week – go down to the Water Hole, which is always covered by Turkish snipers – it was safer in the trenches than here – all around this spot are dead and wounded who have been hit when dodging round this corner; however, one must drink, even if the price be Death. Make dug-outs in our rest camps, but men are continually caught by the snipers. Many are commencing to suffer from dysentery, though the spirit of the men is splendid, always ready for a joke. Signaller Walker just hit in the mouth – we considered we were out of range in our dug-out but the snipers are everywhere. Sergeant of the machine gun is writing a very amusing diary, full of humour; I wish I had his spirit. In the dug-out just above me a poor chap is lying very ill but has asked me to say nothing to the medical officer as he does not want to get sent away in the middle of the fun, as he calls it. Of such stuff are soldiers made – I think if I were in his place I’d be glad of an excuse to get out of this Hell, though I don’t think I should ever have forgiven myself if I had not come. I hear that to-morrow we are going to make a charge – the Turks...
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...that he can keep writing and stay alive at the same time. He dreams of the times of Hemingway and Bill Shakespeare, and idolizes Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Arundhati Roy and Rabindranath Tagore. The story “This is Friday” was presented via the blog Lifesourcing, and was accepted as a truly contemporary work of romance by thousands of readers. It was also promoted via different social media channels and as made its way to readers across India, the Middle East and the United States of America. It’s about one night that begins as a drunken journey across the protagonist’s favourite shopping mall to his favourite lounge in town. It explores a rhythmic side to the city of Bangalore, where the protagonist dwells upon his desires and deep-rooted values of friendship and “trust”. It also turned out to be the author’s first successful attempt to use the present continuous narrative form. His debut novel “The Pink Smoke” is being published by Grapevine India Publishers, he was signed on by Durjoy Datta and Sachin Garg for the same. You can learn more about the book at http://facebook.com/thisisfriday or check the book trailer on http://tinyurl.com/colorslifevideo Till then, enjoy reading “This Is Friday”! Part I. Detox Reality sucks. Well, probably. Not so much when you’re twenty one and trying hard not to throw up on an old...
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...MANAGING PEOPLE When Salaries Aren’t Secret by John Case FROM THE MAY 2001 ISSUE I t had all happened so fast. Hunched forward, elbows on the desk, Hank let his chin sink deeper into his hands as he gazed out into the night. Outside, the flowers in the officepark garden looked garish under the orange sodium-vapor lights. Hank didn’t notice. He was thinking hard about tomorrow’s staff meeting, which had so suddenly been transformed from a celebration into a—well, he wasn’t quite sure what. He just knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. Hank Adamson, 48, was chief executive officer of RightNow!, a retail chain specializing in offprice clothing for young, fashion-minded women. Frankly, he had been looking forward to a little celebration. Five years ago, his company had bought out a stodgy, 20-year-old retailer of women’s apparel, and Hank had come in to run the place. He renamed it and repositioned it, giving it a hip, edgy style. (Get Your Clothes Half Off was the latest slogan, with a racy ad campaign to match). He invested in rapid growth: RightNow! today had stores in 28 states, with more on the way. Last year, Hank had hired a dozen or so tech-savvy 20-somethings and charged them with creating a killer Web site. Launched just last month, the site was already winning awards and generating substantial business. He’d heard that even the folks in corporate were impressed. But oh, those 20-somethings. One in particular: Treece McDavitt. Hank had noticed her—you ...
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...FORM 5 Novels The Curse Table of Contents Introduction Synopsis Elements Activities Assessment Answer Key Glossary Panel of writers THE CURSE NOVEL What is a novel? Only in a novel are all things given full play – D. H. Lawrence (( A novel is a long narrative in literary prose. Novels tell stories, which are typically defined as a series of events described in a sequence. The novel has been a part of human culture for over a thousand years, although its origins are somewhat debated. Regardless of how it began, the novel has risen to prominence and remained one of the most popular and treasured examples of human culture and writing. There have been stories and tales for thousands of years, but novels must combine a few unique characteristics in order to be defined as such. First, a novel is written down, rather than told through an oral account. Secondly, novels are meant to be fictional in form, differentiating them from myths, which are said to have their basis in reality or theology. Although some modern scholars argue differently, there is no truly established guideline for length, point-of-view, or even establishment of a moral or philosophical point in novels. Sources : http://www.wisegeek.com Date accessed : 5th July 2010 : http://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novel Date accessed : 5th July...
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...THE SOCIOLOGICAL IMAGINATION C. WRIGHT MILLS NEW YORK Oxford University Press 1959 Appendix On Intellectual Craftsmanship TO THE INDIVIDUAL social scientist who feels himself a part of the classic tradition, social science is the practice of a craft. A man at work on problems of substance, he is among those who are quickly made impatient and weary by elaborate discussions of method-and-theory-in-general; so much of it interrupts his proper studies. It is much better, he believes, to have one account by a working student of how he is going about his work than a dozen 'codifications of procedure' by specialists who as often as not have never done much work of consequence. Only by conversations in which experienced thinkers exchange information about their actual ways of working can a useful sense of method and theory be imparted to the beginning student. I feel it useful, therefore, to report in some detail how I go about my craft. This is necessarily a personal statement, but it is written with the hope that others, especially those beginning independent work, will make it less personal by the facts of their own experience. 1 It is best to begin, I think, by reminding you, the beginning student, that the most admirable thinkers within the scholarly community you have chosen to join do not split their work from their lives. They seem to take both too seriously to allow such dissociation, and they want to use each for the enrichment of the other. Of course, such a...
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...nice clothing, and she is teased by children at her school due to an unfortunate birthmark on her forehead. Her father is distant and her alcoholic, kleptomaniac mother provides no support. The closest thing she has to a friend is the man for whom Mary collects mail, Len Hislop, a World War II veteran who lost his legs as a prisoner of war and has developed agoraphobia. One day, she decides to write a letter to someone living in New York City: by pure chance she chooses Max Jerry Horowitz (Philip Seymour Hoffman) from a telephone directory. Max turns out to be a morbidly obese 44-year-old whose various mental problems (including anxiety attacks and overeating) have left him unable to form close bonds with other people. Max decides to write back to Mary, and the two become friends. Over time, Mary's increasingly sensitive questions about the adult world give Max progressively worse anxiety attacks, and he is ultimately institutionalized. During his time there, Max is diagnosed with depression and Asperger syndrome. Now aware of why he has difficulty relating to other people, Max finds a new lease on life and resumes his correspondence with Mary. The two remain friends for the next two decades, keeping one another updated on various events in their lives. Mary (Toni Colette), inspired by her friendship with Max, becomes a psychologist and marries her childhood crush, an effeminate young Greek Australian man named Damien Popodopoulos (Eric Bana) who enjoys sewing but fears Mary's...
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...and unknown.” —Tim Brown, CEO, IDEO “The road map for innovation for the twenty-first century. The ideas in The Lean Startup will help create the next industrial revolution.” —Steve Blank, lecturer, Stanford University, UC Berkeley Hass Business School “Every founding team should stop for forty-eight hours and read The Lean Startup. Seriously, stop and read this book now.” —Scott Case, CEO, Startup America Partnership “The key lesson of this book is that startups happen in the present—that messy place between the past and the future where nothing happens according to PowerPoint. Ries’s ‘read and react’ approach to this sport, his relentless focus on validated learning, the never-ending anxiety of hovering between ‘persevere’ and ‘pivot,’ all bear witness to his appreciation for the dynamics of entrepreneurship.” —Geoffrey Moore, author, Crossing the Chasm “If you are an entrepreneur, read this book. If you are thinking about becoming an entrepreneur, read this book. If you are just curious about entrepreneurship, read this book. Starting Lean is...
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...and unknown.” —Tim Brown, CEO, IDEO “The road map for innovation for the twenty-first century. The ideas in The Lean Startup will help create the next industrial revolution.” —Steve Blank, lecturer, Stanford University, UC Berkeley Hass Business School “Every founding team should stop for forty-eight hours and read The Lean Startup. Seriously, stop and read this book now.” —Scott Case, CEO, Startup America Partnership “The key lesson of this book is that startups happen in the present —that messy place between the past and the future where nothing happens according to PowerPoint. Ries’s ‘read and react’ approach to this sport, his relentless focus on validated learning, the neverending anxiety of hovering between ‘persevere’ and ‘pivot,’ all bear witness to his appreciation for the dynamics of entrepreneurship.” —Geoffrey Moore, author, Crossing the Chasm “If you are an entrepreneur, read this book. If you are thinking about becoming an entrepreneur, read this book. If you are just curious about entrepreneurship,...
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...behind him back. When it looked clear, he ducked back down to crouch at their eye level. It was hard to miss the look of excitement in most of his students' eyes, but he could hardly fault them that. It had been his idea, after all. "Okay, there's no one this way. Let's be very, very quiet. We're going to head for the east exit, but if that one is blocked off, there is a window loose in the art classroom. Aki-kun, Emi-chan, lead the way. And remember everyone, stay with your buddy." With barely suppressed giggles, the first pair of students stealthily crossed the empty hallway, tightly holding hands, their shoes held in their free hands. They waved back when they had made it to the other side, cueing the next pair to join them in a similar manner. The teacher dragged a hand through his messy hair, watching the children and taking cautious glances down the hallways parallel their current location. Behind him, another teacher nervously chewed her lower lip, smiling half-heartedly at the toddler she had been paired with when the girl happily swung their clasped hands back and forth. Noticing her anxiety, the teacher took a moment from his position on guard to give her a nod that was meant to be reassuring. Despite the lack of worry visible on his face, his hands tightened on his own shoes. He hoped the other students were safe. ~ "Aominecchi~! It was so intense this morning, but I finally have my pilot's license! Of course, I misread the altimeter again," there was a quiet huff...
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