...These past two weeks I read a book called Black Hands, White Sails by Patricia C. McKissack and Fredrick L. McKissack. This book is about free African Americans signing up to the whaling industry. The whaling industry was one of the jobs that people would die on a lot. The whaling industry helped with the underground railroad which people would hop on the whaling boats and be taken far away from their master. In this book I thought that there was one thing that I learned was important. This was that the whaling industry was a way for African-Americans to communicate with the outside world. On whaling voyages African-Americans could tell stories in their free time. This is how we got the story Moby Dick. Once the whaling boat reached land,...
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...And death before the Winter Solstice meant bad luck for years to come. For all. Vision 1 : The Mortician's Daughter The snow cracked under his feet as he walked through the forest. It was eerily quit. No wind, No noise, nothing. Dead trees lay alongside the pathway as he slowly made his way up to the house. But something here was not right. No lights were on, no voices were to be heard, all signs of LIFE were missing. He looked around. The only thing he could see was a raven perched on a nearby branch. A raven?! Not possible, he thought. All the birds had already migrated south to escape the harsh hands of winter. His eyes were playing tricks on him. But the closer he looked, and the harder he focused, he began to realize that the raven was quite real. Shivering, he continued his way up to the house. He had a bad feeling about this place. He was very superstitious and since black meant evil, he knew something would happen. *ploink* He jumped at the noise. Only a drop of water from an icicle. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he reached the front door. Opening it, he quietly slipped inside. How odd. There was no sign of life, yet there was no dust collecting. That, he thought, could mean two things: either...
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...the Earth as this happened, the clons probably finally noticing the young Uchiha had a clone fighting this entire time. The real Mikamo was hidden underground, still focusing his energy. As he felt the thunk of the blade of his weapon hit the Earth, he sighed. 'Well, guess my clone wasn't enough...Oh well, time for some real fun, oh and let's not forget my snake..' he said as he performed a few handsigns, signaling the snakes mind to know to move from the gecko, as it slithered away, dirt from above the earth crumpled down onto him and into his hair. 'Oh bother,' he said in a Poo bear style,' looks like that fat gecko landed. And I hope he knows he's not the only one with tricks up his sleeve..' he said as he thrusted his arm upward, his hand pushing through the earth. Knowing that it would be hardly visible, he clawed the earth apart, digging himself out. He was wearing the same attire as the clone from before, except it was smeared with grime from underground, and his katana had been upgraded several times from the clones. As his head was able to reach through the earth, he clawed harder and eventually was able to dig himself out. He stood tall, looking at the three Jato's being confused. He chukcled. 'I told you I had many tricks, Jatomaru.' he said as he took a quick glance at the katana his clone had used. He took off his shinobi-like glove with a metallic plate on it, as he bit his thumb with his right fang, smearing a japanese symbol onto the blade. 'Rest, worhty clone...
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...Healing with Stones by Dr. Oleg Torsunov His lectures can change your heart. His books can fill your life with happiness and meaning. “May everyone by happy. May everyone be free of infirmity and be strong and healthy. May everyone care for the wellbeing of others and I too want to bring goodness to others. May no one know any suffering May no one have any suffering.” -The Motto of Ayurveda Subscribe to our mailing list at the author’s website www.torsunov.com. Also available on the site are free books and audio lectures. Please feel free to distribute and make copies of this article I wish everyone happiness! 2012 © Dr. Torsunov - www.torsunov.com Oleg Torsunov [Ayurveda- the Science of Life] 9. Healing with Stones This article, based on O. Torsunov’s lecture “Healing with Stones”, has been compiled by Yekaterina Korbut In contrast to traditional western medicine, in Ayurveda, the use of personalized treatment methods for each concrete individual is customary. This approach serves as the foundation, for example, for: herbal reflexotherapy (treatment through use of individually selected herbs); selection of diet from smell of food products, etc. After thorough research into the principles of this ancient knowledge, Dr. O.Torsunov created his own method of treatment with semiprecious and precious stones based on Ayurvedic principles. His goal was a much higher effectiveness of treatment as compared to traditional western medicine. For example, using Ayurvedic...
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...yellow paper under the windshield wiper of the black Oldsmobile that straddled two parking spaces.” We get a point of view from the narrator, where we get to know what Toby is doing, from the narrator’s perspective. The direct information we get about the characters from the narrator: “Near the First National Bank two elderly ladies waited for the bus. They stood in the middle of the sidewalk away from the curb. Toby pulled out his pad, slipped the pen off his ear, held the cap with his teeth. He printed slowly, meticulously, then handed one of the ladies the slip, “TO MUSH IN WAY” signed “TOBY.” He secured his instruments, walked along as before. The two ladies examined the slip of paper, moved closer to the curb.” The way the narrator describes the way Toby contacted the ladies without saying a word with his mouth, it tells us that Toby is probably handicap. The indirect information we get from the narrator’s description of setting, Toby’s notes and from dialogue: “On the yellow paper Toby had printed in red ink “PRAKING MISTEAK” and signed his name “TOBY” in a childish-looking hand.” “How’s it going, Toby?” McVee said. Toby pulled out his pad, showed it to McVee. “Lots of business, eh, Toby?” Toby put his pad back, nodded. His eyes rolled, looked tortured. “Yes, Toby, it’s a bitch,” McVee said. Toby looked at McVee’s shoes. Except for a single smudge, they were shiny, black. Toby bent down, rubbed off the smudge with his hand. “Thanks, Toby,” McVee said. Toby caught McVee’s...
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...INJURIES: Officer Sailor • Tenderness and swelling to the middle finger on his right hand. Officer Harrell • Pain to the left pinky finger on his left hand. Suspect Mays • Bleeding from inner portion of his mouth. • Dime size abrasion on the left side of his chin. • Once inch abrasion on his left collarbone. • Two inch abrasion on his right rear shoulder. • Dime size abrasion on his right leg, below kneecap. EVIDENCE: Photos taken of Officer Sailor, Officer Harrell, Officer...
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...with a group that I belong to. It was a hot, sultry weekend, so we went and spent time by the shore of the lake we were camped on. I just happened to be people watching and I was astonished by the sight that I saw. My faith in humanness was restored that weekend and it was definitely what I least expected. As the man emerged from the campground, he was boisterous and burly. The tattoos seemed to cover every inch of natural skin. He wore a heavily patched leather vest; faded Levi’s and black boots, yes, even in the heat of the summer. He inspired fleeting glances from passerbies. No one would have approached this monster of a man for fear of scathing remarks. There seemed to be a cloud of darkness and evil surrounding this man. The boy was just about twelve. He suffered from Autism Spectrum Disorder. He didn’t respond to his name and didn’t look to form any type of communication bond. He covered his ears to the sounds of the birds chirping. He clapped his hands and screeched ‘eeee’. This had been going on for at least an hour. He was alone in his mind and no one...
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...their heads from side to side in giving these reactions. It is also seen as respectful practice. This point concerns eye contact. Eye contact is generally regarded as a positive aspect of body language in Western cultures, which in this context typically refers to white European people and descendents. A specific difference regarding eye contact can be found in some black Caribbean cultures however, whereby young people tend to be instructed not look at someone eye to eye when being told off or disciplined. Filipino people (and in fact many other people of all races) can find it offensive/uncomfortable when beckoned by a repeatedly curled index finger - the gesture evokes feelings of having done something wrong and being chastised for it. In Arab countries the thumbs-up gesture is rude. Showing the soles of the feet is insulting/rude in many Asian and Arab cultures, especially pointing the foot or feet at anyone. Feet are considered 'inferior' parts of the body compared with the dignity of the face. In Arab culture the left hand and right hands have religious connotations which generally dictate that the left hand is not used for...
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...From once was yours, From once was Mine A misty rain descends upon my location, the brim of my hat collecting deep deposits of water, despite the melancholy weather, the sky I observe looks so marvellous and serene, each droplet of rain are as virtuous and incandescent as an angel’s tears. In all its magnificence how can something so alluring be in such an abominable reality? A reality I have had many hopes for. Looking over the city Landscape a significant amount of unfamiliar memories of sentiment return to my consciousness… A house filled with several warming amenities, a child clinging to the dress of a Middle aged woman who lies in a coffin. Fate burdened the boy in turn leaving him in pure solitude until she rescued him, being his stability through times of deep anguish. Flakes of tender snow settle on the pavement, Blossom trees engulfed in ice shimmering brightly in the Moons peer, the newly set white carpet began to sparkle like a beacon conveying the hopes and wishes of long forgotten lost souls. Nothing could ruin this moment. My eyes caught glance of an eerie alleyway seemingly leading into nothingness, inside the darkness a Woman removes her clothes, on the rumpled pile of garments the child rests and beside him against the jagged wall the woman provides her body as a source of warmth for the boy. The surrounding existence is silent, even while I can hear clearly what the Women is saying. There is a feeling, an undeniable sinking pain in my chest reminding me there...
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...morning’s when with the bought breakfast from Maxima we go to class laughing like crazy people about some stupid thing, And for sure I’m going to miss that small classroom where Woody is always in a great spirit or Alessandro is with a smile speaking about what he been through the past day or making funny voices, The sleepy face of Moritz with his white hood on his head making girly voices to Svenja and making her really mad, but the great mad that we all love, and Rashid with is never ending coffee in his hand saying “ OOO, THE ALEXANDRAS ARE HERE!” and asking for the hand cream or talking about “ceai” with us in the break. The Italian girl that loves Berlusconi saying “ Svetlana, speacke!” and talking fast to the don’t care and annoying without noticing Ivan, first you want to kill him but after we realize that he will not be Ivan without seeing something to someone or “FUCK OFF!” often, and the late dear colleague with the words “FOREVER YOUNG” across his heart holding your hand will we are crying on the steer and quarrel with you about love. We all love him, his our free spirit! But Veli always pointing to Andrea to stop playing with his hear, both have curly hair, but Veli is very curly, everyone knows him, he is THE KING OF SALENTO and of course of Presentations, he loves them, we all hate to do them..:P But I will never forget Burak, that did the impossible changed the desktop and...
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...The First Man I Ever Loved Everything reminds me of him. When I see a little kid running around with a mass of curly hair I picture his hair; his black curly-q hair with streaks of gray that shimmer in the sunlight. I see the tiny spot on the top of his head that is beginning to bald, and smile when I think about how I always have to put sunblock on it because he denies his old age. When I drive by a house with a pretty little garden I remember all the hours he put into making his own garden perfect. I reflect on countless memories of him and me working and chatting as we weeded, hoed, planted, and tended to the garden. He used to call me his “Bean Queen” because when it was time to pick beans we would have a contest to see who could find the biggest bean as motivation to keep picking. By the end of the day his back and chest would be as red as a tomato from the sun. I would always push my hand into his red skin and quickly pull it away to reveal a quickly fading handprint. He would grin his goofy grin and shoo me away. When I see a school bus drive down the road I think about the routine we had every day after school. I would come home and do homework until he came home from work. When I heard his sweet, booming voice I would run down the stairs and give him a hug like I had never hugged him before. I would tell him all about my day while he flipped through the mail. Even after long days at work he would listen to me go on and on about every little detail of my day. When...
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...PM * 3 Visits – by 6 PM * 4 Visits – by 8 PM * No visits should be transmitted after 8 PM without authorization from the Me. I may set more stringent requirements, especially where YOU have repeated connection issues. * Tuesday and Thursday visits only unless approved by Me. * All visits require photos. Photo’s attached via Q Relay due to hand held camera issues need to be approved by Me. When we have handheld issues must call the help desk to have it repaired or replaced. All hand held issues should be resolved within a week to 10 days. This allows for turnaround time by the help desk. . * Make sure you are taking pictures on every visit!. * If we are unable to locate a title in stores you must immediately look up on hands, then call the Me, * Conference calls are mandatory. We are required to attend the bi-weekly conference calls and missing calls could result in termination. * Call me with any issues that will prohibit your attendance! * We are required to be in uniform and wear the “official mosaic” uniform to include Khaki pants, Black Mosaic Shirt, and name badge. Blue Jeans, sneakers, and sandals are not acceptable. * We are required...
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...free to read it. Enjoy! WHY WE WIN: THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH First let's explain exactly why beating the micro limits is so easy. I think knowing why what you're doing works is extremely helpful when you're learning. Poker is a game of skill, like chess or backgammon. The short term goal of poker is to win money, but the underlying goal of any game like poker or chess isn't actually to 'win'. The goal is to make fewer mistakes than your opponent. If you make fewer mistakes, you win by default. The only time this isn't true is when some inherent luck is involved, as it is in poker. Bad play in poker can win, but only in the short term. The Fundamental Theorem of Poker as presented by David Sklansky is as follows: “Every time you play a hand differently from the way...
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...house seemed frighteningly awake, watching people pass by, with the bones of the past slowly tearing it apart. The roof always met the black sky, and the only way you would distinguish it from the darkness was the single candle placed on the topmost window. The evening sky was overcast, the moon casting light in the unfamiliar darkness. A black sedan pulled to a stop on the side of the street. A brown-haired man struggled out of the car's driver seat, not bothering to cover himself from the penetrating rain. The wind blew at him, hard enough to make him stumble back. Glancing around, he locked his car and walked up to the shadowed building he had parked in front of. “God, what kind of weather is this?” he muttered to himself as he straightened out his buttoned shirt and knocked on the wooden door. It felt hollow, the door, as if time had eaten through it. Lightning cracked as the door creaked open. A pair of white eyes peered from the opening. “Yes?” The voice was fragile and old. It was easily drowned by the wind's howling and the rain's drumming. The man gave a timid wave and scratched his head. “Good evening...” he trailed off, unable to continue. “Ms. Henreich.” “Good evening, Ms. Henreich. My name's Arthur. I came for-” “Oh, Mr. Evans! Come in, come in.” The door swung open to reveal a wrinkled woman in a black...
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... holding it in my hands. The black plastic stock felt good in my hands, and the trigger was smooth. I had just won my first BB gun at a Pheasants Forever banquet the day before, and was now holding it ready to take aim at the pop cans my dad had set up for me. Before he allowed me to load it he explained to me how to use it correctly. He said to me, “Always have the safety on until you are ready to shoot, and keep you finger off of the trigger. Now pull the bolt back and place a BB in the chamber. Pump the forearm 10 times. Aim down the sight and place the front sight in the middle of the V of the rear sight. Make sure it is level across. Push the safety off and slowly squeeze the trigger.” I had just shot a gun for the first time. On that day I learned how to shoot a gun, be safe, and also respect the gun for what it can do. Over the years, I have learned from my dad and numerous friends how to shoot a gun. Shooting a gun is easy once a person learns how to shoot one. Being accurate on the other hand takes practice, and the shooter must keep practicing in order to stay proficient. Every detail from how a person holds it to how they pull the trigger comes into play when trying to be accurate. To hold a gun correctly, one must use either their left or right hand to hold right behind the trigger. The thumb wraps around the top of the stock while the other fingers wrap around the bottom. The shooters other hand should be either under the hand holding the gun to...
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