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I met Raneem in Bad Marienberg. Immediately I realized that I had to address Raneem to become part of the Human Family project. To "convince" Raneem, I showed my Photo-Stream on my smartphone. And really, Raneem agreed.
However, Raneem wanted to do some make-up, so we arranged for the next day at the same place and time.24 hours later, I was able to start my "work" on the project.
First, I took the portrait photos. Raneem was very relaxed and it was easy to photograph her. We had the opportunity to try different backgrounds. She was so patient during the photosoot. Then I was allowed to ask Raneem a few more questions.
Raneem is 19 years young and lives here for 3 years in Bad Marienberg. Her homeland is Syria, more precisely, Damascus. Raneem and her family have had to leave their original homeland because of the war in Syria. First, Raneem's brother set out on a dangerous way across the Balkan route to Germany. Raneem and her family hold on in Egypt. Because Raneem's brother was under the age of 18, his family was allowed to come to Germany. So Raneem has arrived here in Bad Marienberg.
Ranneems career aspirations is to become a make-up artist. However, this can not be realized now. So Raneem has been working as a waitress in a very cool cafe-bar for the past year. Here she was able to learn German very well, so that we could now talk easily. From 1st August, Raneem will start training as a florist here in Bad Marienberg. In addition, Raneem wants to continue working in the cafe.
I asked Raneem how she would describe herself. I am calm, patient and hardworking, was her answer. I like i,t when there is a lot to do in the cafe and are many people there.
Raneem's hobby in spare time is working on her make-up skills and dancing. Then she dances with her friends at home. Raneem also loves quiet music and music from France.
Raneem's biggest dream is that her country is back to what it was before the war. Would you go back to Syria when the war is over, I asked. Raneem thought for a moment and replied that she would stay here in Germany furthermore.
My next to last question was where Raneem sees herself in 10 years. "I hope to continue living here in Germany, to be a mother (I love children) and to be able to practice my dream job, make-up artist", she answered.
My last question to Raneem was, if she has a life motto? Yes and indeed: Love for life brings happiness and all the beauty that seeks for it.
A nice conclusion, I think. At this point we finished our little interview. I still showed Raneem how to find myself in the social media platforms, we shook hands and I said goodbye.
Thank you, Raneem for your time and your open answers. I am very glad that you are now part of the Human Family project. I wish you with the deep from my heart that the war in your country is finally coming to an end and that your wishes and hopes will fulfill. I wish you all the best for your future in Germany.
Thank you so much.
This is my 78rd post to the group "The Human Family". (Before 100 postings I have had in the group "100 Strangers") More photos of other photographers of the group "The Human Family" can be found here:
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Ich traf Raneem in Bad Marienberg. Sofort war mir klar dass ich Raneem ansprechen muss damit sie Teil des Human Family Projektes wird.
Um Raneem zu überzeugen, zeigte ich meinen Photo Stream auf meinem Smartphone. Und wirklich, Raneem stimmte zu. Allerdings wollte Raneem sich noch etwas schminken, so dass wir uns für den nächsten Tag an gleicher Stelle und gleicher Zeit verabredeten.
24 Stunden später konnte ich mit meiner "Arbeit" am Projekt beginnen. Zuerst machte ich die Porträtfotos. Dabei war Raneem sehr entspannt und es war einfach sie zu fotografieren. Wir hatten die Möglichkeit auch verschiedene Hintergründe zu probieren. Hier zeigte sich, wie geduldig und liebenswert Raneem war. Anschließend durfte ich Raneem noch ein paar Fragen stellen.
Raneem ist 19 Jahre jung und lebt hier seit 3 Jahren in Bad Marienberg. Ihre Heimat ist jedoch Syrien, genauer gesagt, Damaskus. Raneem und Ihre Familie haben wegen des Krieges in Syrien ihre ursprüngliche Heimat verlassen müssen. Zuerst machte Raneems Bruder sich auf den gefährlichen Flucht über die Balkanroute nach Deutschland. Raneem und ihre Familie harrten in der Zeit in Ägypten aus. Da der Bruder von Raneem unter 18 Jahre alt war, durfte seine Familie nach Deutschland nachkommen. So ist Raneem jetzt hier in Bad Marienberg angekommen.
Ranneems Berufswusch ist, Visagistin zu werden. Das läßt sich allerdings jetzt noch nicht verwirklichen. So hat Raneem das letzte Jahr bis jetzt als Kellnerin in einer sehr coolen Café-Bar gearbeitet. Hierbei hat sie sehr gut Deutsch lernen können, so dass wir uns jetzt problemlos unterhalten konnten. Ab 1. August beginnt Raneem eine Ausbildung zur Floristin hier in Bad Marienberg. Zusätzlich will Raneem weiter in dem Café arbeiten.
Ich fragte Raneem, wie sie sich beschreiben würde. Ich bin ruhig, geduldig und fleißig, war ihre Antwort. Sie mag es, wenn in dem Cafe viel zu tun ist und viele Menschen dort sind.
In ihrer Freizeit beschäftigt sich Raneem mit Make-up und Tanzen. Sie tanzt dann zuhause mit ihren Freundinnen. Raneem liebt aber auch ruhige Musik und Musik aus Frankreich.
Raneems größter Traum ist, dass ihr Land wieder so ist, wie vor dem Krieg. Würdest du wieder nach Syrien zurück gehen, wenn der Krieg vorbei ist, fragte ich. Raneem überlegte kurz und antwortete, dass sie trotzdem dann hier in Deutschland bleiben würde.
Meine vorletzte Frage war, wo sich Raneem in 10 Jahren sieht. Ich hoffe, dann weiter hier in Deutschland zu leben, Mutter zu sein (ich liebe Kinder) und meinen Traumberuf, Visagistin, ausüben zu können.
Meine letzte Frage an Raneem war, ob sie ein Lebensmotto habe? Ja und zwar:
Liebe zum Leben bringt Glück und alles Schöne, das danach sucht.
Ein schöner Schlußsatz, wie ich finde. An dieser Stelle beendeten wir unser kleines Interview. Ich zeigte Raneem noch, wie ich in den Social Media Plattformen zu finden bin, wir schüttelten die Hände und ich verabschiedete mich.
Vielen Dank, Raneem für deine Zeit und deine offenen Antworten. Ich bin sehr froh, dass du jetzt Teil des Human-Family-Projektes bist. Ich wünsche dir aus tiestem Herzen, dass der Krieg in deinem Land endlich zu Ende geht und dass sich deine Wünsche und Hoffnungen erfüllen. Alles alles Gute für deine Zukunft in Deutschland. Tausend Dank.
Dies ist mein 78. Beitrag zu der Gruppe "The Human Family". (Vorher hatte ich bereits 100 interessante Begegnungen, im Verlaufe meines Foto-Projekt und der Gruppe "100 Strangers") Mehr Fotos von anderen Fotografen der Gruppe findest Du hier:
President George Washington thought political parties were self-serving tyrants that exacerbated tribal and regional differences for their own benefit at the expense of the country, e.g. North or South, city or rural. In his farewell address, America's first outgoing President asked Americans to step outside the hypnotic spell, which he called the "awe", of political parties and party leaders in order to serve the greater good of the country and its citizen government. "Unawed" would mean carefully deliberated, uninfluenced by party hyperbole and seduction. Washington declared to his fellow countrymen:
"This government, the offspring of our own choice, uninfluenced and unawed, adopted upon full investigation and mature deliberation, completely free in its principles, in the distribution of its powers, uniting security with energy, and containing within itself a provision for its own amendment, has a just claim to your confidence and your support. Respect for its authority, compliance with its laws, acquiescence in its measures, are duties enjoined by the fundamental maxims of true liberty. The basis of our political systems is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the Constitution which at any time exists, till changed by an explicit and authentic act of the whole people, is sacredly obligatory upon all. The very idea of the power and the right of the people to establish government presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established government.
All obstructions to the execution of the laws, all combinations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real design to direct, control, counteract, or awe the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authorities, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency. They serve to organize faction, to give it an artificial and extraordinary force; to put, in the place of the delegated will of the nation the will of a party, often a small but artful and enterprising minority of the community; and, according to the alternate triumphs of different parties, to make the public administration the mirror of the ill-concerted and incongruous projects of faction, rather than the organ of consistent and wholesome plans digested by common counsels and modified by mutual interests.
However combinations or associations of the above description may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely, in the course of time and things, to become potent engines, by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government, destroying afterwards the very engines which have lifted them to unjust dominion."
–Declared President George Washington in his Farewell Address to the nation in 1796.
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20 Fenchurch Street is a commercial skyscraper in London that takes its name from its address on Fenchurch Street, in the historic City of London financial district. It has been nicknamed 'The Walkie-Talkie' because of its distinctive shape. Construction was completed in spring 2014, and the three-floor 'sky garden' was opened in January 2015. The 38-storey building is 160 m (525 ft) tall, making it the sixth-tallest building in the City of London and the 12th tallest in greater London.
Designed by architect Rafael Viñoly and costing over £200 million, 20 Fenchurch Street features a highly distinctive top-heavy form which appears to burst upward and outward. The entrance floor and 34 floors of office space are topped by a large viewing deck, bar and restaurants are included on the 35th, 36th and 37th floors; these are, with restrictions, open to the public.
The tower was originally proposed at nearly 200 m (656 ft) tall but its design was scaled down after concerns about its visual impact on the nearby St Paul's Cathedral and Tower of London. It was subsequently approved in 2006 with the revised height. Even after the height reduction there were continued concerns from heritage groups about its impact on the surrounding area. The project was consequently the subject of a public inquiry; in 2007 this ruled in the developers' favour and the building was granted full planning permission. In 2015 it was awarded the Carbuncle Cup for the worst new building in the UK in the previous 12 months.
In July 2017 the Hong Kong food company Lee Kum Kee Groups agreed to purchase the building from Land Securities and Canary Wharf Group for £1.3 billion.
The new tower at 20 Fenchurch Street was designed by Uruguayan architect Rafael Viñoly in a postmodern style. The top-heavy design is partly intended to maximise floor space towards the top of the building, where rent is typically higher.
The building uses double- and triple-glazed panelized aluminium cladding on its exterior.
The 'sky garden' at the top of the building was claimed to be London's highest public park, but since opening there have been debates about whether it can be described as a 'park', and whether it is truly 'public' given the access restrictions. The garden spans the top three floors, which are accessible by two express lifts and include a large viewing area, terrace, bar and two restaurants. Fourteen double-deck lifts (seven low-rise up to the 20th floor, seven high-rise above the 20th floor) serve the main office floors of the building.
The south side of the structure is ventilated externally to improve efficiency and decrease solar gain, whilst the east and west faces incorporate extensive solar shading. There is a southern entrance in addition to the main northern entrance set back from Fenchurch Street.
The building won the Carbuncle Cup in 2015, awarded by Building Design magazine to the worst new building in the UK during the previous year. The chairman of the jury that decided the prize, Thomas Lane, said "it is a challenge finding anyone who has something positive to say about this building", whilst a town planner at the nearby Royal Town Planning Institute described the building as "a daily reminder never to let such a planning disaster ever happen again.
During the building's construction, it was discovered that for a period of up to two hours each day if the sun shines directly onto the building, it acts as a concave mirror and focuses light onto the streets to the south. Spot temperature readings at street-level including up to 91 °C (196 °F) and 117 °C (243 °F) were observed during summer 2013, when the reflection of a beam of light up to six times brighter than direct sunlight shining onto the streets beneath damaged parked vehicles, including one on Eastcheap whose owner was paid £946 by the developers for repairs to melted bodywork. Temperatures in direct line with the reflection became so intense that a reporter for the newspaper City A.M. was able to fry an egg in a pan set out on the ground. The reflection also burned or scorched the doormat of a shop in the affected area. The media responded by dubbing the building the "Walkie-Scorchie" and "Fryscraper".
In September 2013, the developers stated that the City of London Corporation had approved plans to erect temporary screening on the streets to prevent similar incidents, and that they were also "evaluating longer-term solutions to ensure the issue cannot recur in future". In May 2014, it was announced that a permanent awning would be installed on the south side of the higher floors of the tower.
The building's architect, Rafael Viñoly, also designed the Vdara hotel in Las Vegas which has a similar sunlight reflection problem that some employees called the "Vdara death ray". The glass has since been covered with a non-reflective film.
In an interview with The Guardian, Viñoly said that horizontal louvre windows on the south side that had been intended to prevent this problem were removed at some point during the planning process. While he conceded that there had been "a lot of mistakes" with the building, he agreed with the building's developers that the sun was too high in the sky on that particular day. "[I] didn't realise it was going to be so hot," he said, suggesting that global warming was at fault. "When I first came to London years ago, it wasn't like this ... Now you have all these sunny days."
The 'sky garden' has been criticised since opening for the tight restrictions and advance booking requirements placed on the visiting public, and for failing to meet pre-construction expectations of the extent and quality of the "garden". Oliver Wainright, architecture critic of The Guardian, described it as "a meagre pair of rockeries, in a space designed with all the finesse of a departure lounge".
The City of London Corporation's former chief planner, Peter Rees, who approved the structure, said: "I think calling it a sky garden is perhaps misleading. If people [are] expecting to visit it as an alternative to Kew, then they will be disappointed." In July 2015 it was reported that planners are to consider a landscape architect's alterations to the layout, following claims it is not consistent with illustrations submitted with the original planning application. The 'sky garden' was a key feature in sealing approval for the building, which is situated outside the main cluster of skyscrapers in the City.
In July 2015 it was reported that the building has had an unexpected impact on wind strength at street-level. The City of London Corporation received an increased number of complaints about draughts around 20 Fenchurch Street following its completion. The Corporation's head of design, Gwyn Richards, said: "The wind outcome at street level experienced post-construction on a number of projects differs somewhat to the conditions we were expecting from the one outlined in the planning application wind assessments."
(Wikipedia)
20 Fenchurch Street ist ein Hochhaus in der Fenchurch Street in der City of London. Es wird angesichts seiner Form auch als The Walkie-Talkie bzw. The Pint (engl.: das Bierglas) bezeichnet. Ursprünglich war eine Höhe von 200 m geplant; diese wurde jedoch aufgrund der Nähe zur St Paul’s Cathedral und dem Tower of London auf 160 m reduziert. Im Jahr 2015 wurde das Gebäude mit dem Carbuncle Cup ausgezeichnet, einem Preis für das hässlichste Gebäude, das in den letzten zwölf Monaten im Vereinigten Königreich fertiggestellt wurde.
Auf der obersten Etage des Hochhauses befindet sich eine für die Öffentlichkeit zugängliche große Aussichtsplattform, inmitten derer sich außerdem die Sky Gardens befinden.
Das Vorgängergebäude war ein 25-stöckiges Hochhaus des Architekten William H. Rogers, erbaut 1968. Es war eines der ersten Hochhäuser in der City of London.
Das Gebäude wurde vom uruguayischen Architekten Rafael Viñoly entworfen.
Nach oben hin vergrößern sich stetig die Flächen der Stockwerke, sodass die oberste Etage weit über den Grundriss des Gebäudes hinausragt. Hierdurch wird eine Maximierung der Flächen der oberen Etagen ermöglicht, die höhere Mieteinnahmen als die unteren generieren. Da nur die Südseite von direktem Sonnenlicht getroffen wird, ermöglicht eine Belüftung der Fassade eine effiziente Klimatisierung des Gebäudes, während West- und Ostseite weitestgehend im Schatten liegen.
Die Krümmung der Glasfassade hatte während der Bauzeit zur Folge, dass reflektierte Sonneneinstrahlung an bestimmten Stellen in der Umgebung so stark gebündelt auftrat, dass z. B. Kunststoff an geparkten Autos beschädigt wurde. Daher wurden mehrere Parkplätze gesperrt. Daraufhin wurden auf der Südseite Lamellen angebracht, die Sonnenlichtreflexionen verhindern. Ein ähnliches Problem tritt beim ebenfalls von Rafael Viñoly entworfenen Hotel Vdara in Las Vegas auf.
Der dreistöckige botanische Garten „Sky Garden“ auf dem Dach ist Londons höchster öffentlicher Park. Der Zutritt ist gratis, aber es ist eine Voranmeldung nötig.
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Printed Matter Post Card with Attached Business Reply Card - Canada Business Reply Card were commonly attached to post card mailed at the printed matter rate. In the example above, the business reply card remained attached to the printed matter card. The business reply post card rate for cards sent out as an enclosure with matter mailed to a Canadian address was 1/2 cent. The rate was introduced on April 12, 1924.
DOME CREEK, between Penny and Crescent Spur on the southwest side of the Fraser River in central British Columbia, provides a year-round destination for hiking, hunting, snowshoeing and snowmobiling. The scattered community of about 40 permanent residents clusters the railway line and the actual creek. The creek and town are similarly named after Dome Mountain. The recreational facility, which occupies the former school building, houses the community hall, a public library and a museum, with a small rustic post office nearby.
(from - Wrigley's 1918 British Columbia Directory) - DOME CREEK - a Post Office and lumbering settlement at Mile 1190 G.T.P. west at junction of Dome Creek and Fraser River, in Fort George Provincial Electoral District. Nearest station is Bend on the G.T. P. Railway, distant 2 miles, and nearest telegraph G.T. P. at McBride, 55 miles, with local telephones. The population in 1918 was 250. Local resources: Lumbering and homesteading. After the railway construction phase, the population dwindled to 150 by 1921 and to 100 by 1927, revised to 125 by 1929.
The DOME CREEK Post Office was established - 1 May 1916.
LINK to a list of the Postmasters who served at the DOME CREEK Post Office - recherche-collection-search.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/home/record...
Addressed to: Miss Shelia Robinson / Dome Creek, B.C. (by this time she married to Darrow Casey) it was re-addressed to her as - Mrs. Darrow Casey / Anyox, B.C. (Anyox was a small company-owned mining town in British Columbia, Canada. Today it is a ghost town, abandoned and largely destroyed. It is located on the shores of Granby Bay in coastal Observatory Inlet, about 60 kilometres southeast of Stewart, British Columbia, and about 20 kilometres, across wilderness, east of the tip of the Alaska Panhandle.)
i don't think it was sent to Shelia in Anyox - her sister Norah Robinson still living in Dome Creek answered the questions and returned it to / - Alberta College, / 10041 - 101st Street, / Edmonton, Alberta.
- sent from - / EDMONTON / 6 PM / JUN 17 / 1933 / ALTA. / - EDMONTON / EXHIBITION / JULY 17TH TO 22ND / - duplex cancel (Coutts E-35)
- arrived at - / DOME CREEK / JUN 18 / 33 / B.C / - split ring arrival backstamp - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 20 March 1916 - (RF B).
- sent reply from - / DOME CREEK / JUN 20 / 33 / B.C / - split ring cancel - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 20 March 1916 - (RF B).
Henry (usually stated as Harry) Robinson (1883–1973) & Martha Alice (1886–1965) Robinson homesteaded around 1920. Their children were Nora (c. 1910–?), Sheila (c.1911–1995), Montgomery (Montie) (1912–90), Kathleen (1913–82), William (Bill) (1917–96), Myrtle (c.1919–2014), Eileen (1920–92), Patricia (Pat) Ann, Mary M., Lyona (1925–2012), and Iona (1925–82).
Sheila Robinson married Darrow Casey (1908–84), and they settled in Trail. They were married - 11 March 1931 in Prince Rupert, B.C. - LINK to their marriage certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/e6...
Shelah Elizabeth Maude (nee Robinson) Casey
(b. 9 November 1911 in Nakusp, British Columbia – d. 5 April 1995 at age 83 in Trail, British Columbia) - LINK to her death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/f1...
Her husband - Darrow Casey
(b. 30 May 1908 in Rossland, British Columbia, Canada – d. 16 October 1984 at age 76 in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada / Trail, British Columbia) - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/1b...
Her sister - Nora H. Robinson married Fred H. Stephens - 11 October 1937 in King, Washington, USA.
Clipped from - Quesnel Cariboo Observer - Quesnel, British Columbia, Canada - 1 July 1939 - LINK to a newspaper article on - Fred H. Stephens - www.newspapers.com/clip/102194599/fred-h-stephens-norah-n...
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- Concerning layaway. The first contribution, a half of the sum, has to be brought not later 15.06.17. If upon termination of the preorder the first payment isn't brought, I delete your application from the list of orders. I have no opportunity to finance empty applications.
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All lit up for new year's eve but the smoke from the burning Address hotel next to it makes half of it invisible
I work as the In-Arena Host at the Glens Falls Civic Center for the Adirondack Flames of the AHL. My radio coworker, Dan Miner, is the Public Address Announcer. Whereas I spend most of my night down by ice level, he has this great view from the press box.
I shot this one with my iPhone 6.
*Working Towards a Better World
Medical care is extremely important for pregnant women and girls. The number of teenage pregnancies has increased over the years and many times teenagers do not research their pregnancy or take care of themselves properly. It is our duty to help them, especially when their parents are not involved. We need to educate both girls and boys about sex and pregnancy at an early age and discuss it openly so that the young are more knowledgeable and prepared. Prenatal care is of the utmost importance for a healthy mother and child. Unfortunately there are many unintended pregnancies which causes heartbreak and health problems. The complications in pregnancy such as miscarriages, ectopic pregnancy, molar pregnancy and still births can be helped by early diagnosis. The number of single parents has increased recently and surely we can address this problem and change these statistics.
We also have to address the number of children born with disabilities whether mental or physical these children require a huge amount of medical assistance some throughout their lives.
We should assist everyone through education and making available quality healthcare for all worldwide.
6 May 2014 - OECD Week 2014: Forum 2014/High-Level Ministerial Council Meeting - Keynote address by Shinzo Abe, Prime Minister of Japan and Ministerial Council Meeting Chair.
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In his National Conservatism Conference keynote address, Missouri Republican Senator Josh Hawley recently stated, “Many men in this country are in crisis, and their ranks are swelling.” Hawley blames the left. As politicians often do, he speaks in broad strokes and oversimplifications. “The left’s attack on America leads directly to an attack on manhood.” Political misdirection is nothing new for Hawley or the Republicans.
On January 6, 2021, Hawley raised his fist to support Capitol insurrectionists. With presidential aspirations, the masculinity he supports threatened the Vice President and Congress with a noose, baseball bats, and firearms. They also assaulted police and left many dead. A year later, Congressional staff, from legislative aides to blue-collar workers, are still unnerved by the attack. And many are leaving jobs they once loved.
Men’s problems are diverse and replay over generations. Understanding is complex. Solutions run the gamut from Robert Bly’s attempts to reconnect old myths with boys’ development to blaming feminism. Just as women’s rights are under attack, the courts have been slow to recognize the value of fathers’ parental rights. Both men’s and women’s roles are under intense scrutiny, from the #MeToo movement to bitter backlashes against gender equality. Hawley’s words and actions do nothing to bring about change. Instead, he uses male disenfranchisement to enrage conservatives but offers no concrete solutions. He has no interest in bettering men’s lives. He simply wants to politicize them for his personal aspirations.
My father grew up in a violent family. My grandfather physically and sexually abused my grandmother. In the 1930s, she divorced him, and the court awarded her child support, but my grandfather refused to pay. It’s hard enough today for single mothers to raise a family. Back then, it was impossible. To survive, she had to remarry him. My father was not immune to this aggression. My grandparents sent him to military school to “straighten him out.” Only after her children were adults did my grandmother divorce her husband for the last time.
Dad didn’t follow in his father’s footsteps. But he never talked about his childhood, and it scarred him. He could lash out indiscriminately, often without rhyme or reason. I didn’t know where the line was, so I was always on edge. Once, after our obligatory father/son attendance at my elementary school’s sex education night, as we drove home and with no prologue, my father said to me, “If you ever touch your sister, I will kill you.” My father had just handed me my early inheritance. At eleven, I was too young to rationalize or question it. And we never talked about it again. It would take decades before I knew what to do with it. While my sister rebelled in her teens, my rebellion didn’t come until my 20s. I did what I was told because I feared my father’s wrath. It’s easy to see how I might have grown up and mirrored his behavior, but that’s not what happened.
As I grew older, I probed my father’s modus vivendi, discovering his secrets and his shame. I wanted to connect with him, but if I got too close, he’d retreat. I remember telling him, “Someday, you’re going to die, and we will never have talked.” We never did. But I learned how to deal with him and disarm his anger. And finally, I learned how to tell him how I would live my life. By that point, it didn’t matter if he understood. I no longer needed his approval. It only mattered that I was resolute and expressed myself without malice. I would not pass down this pattern to my family.
So, as a man with my own history, I have a stake in Senator Hawley’s definition of masculinity. I’m also trying to understand the conflicting ways we talk about gender. With men’s roles in constant flux, it is no simple task to make sense of them. Physically stronger and full of testosterone, nature conditioned us to fight predators, the elements, and other men. For many, that remains our prime duty. Will Smith felt the need to protect and defend his wife at the 2022 Academy Awards, slapping Chris Rock on stage after he made a lame joke about Smith’s wife, Jada Pinkett Smith. His duty? His testosterone? His stress? Or, as Denzel Washington warned, “At your highest moment, be careful. That’s when the devil comes for you”? Ms. Smith, more wisely, didn’t feel compelled to comment nor defend herself.
A recent study published by the British Journal of Psychology shows that men with high testosterone levels are more likely to engage in unethical behavior when competing with other men. Study authors Marcelo Vinhal Nepomuceno and Eric Stenstrom believe that “high testosterone men become angry and behave unethically to gain status and increase the likelihood of attracting women.” But we are also a sensitive lot for all our bravado, wasting our energy by hiding it from our families and friends.
Now in my 70s, I’ve seen significant improvements in gender equality over my lifetime. But it hasn’t been enough or universally accepted. Legalized abortion seems as close to extinction now as it’s ever been. Still, no one is holding men accountable for unwanted pregnancies. A close look at women’s lives requires the same for men. The spectrum of male behavior is nuanced—burrowed deep within our society’s zeitgeist. Politicians don’t like nuance. It muddies their message. Hawley uses a sledgehammer to solidify entrenched traditions, and men are caught in this tug-of-war.
China recently banned effeminate men from television. “Broadcasters must ‘resolutely put an end to sissy men and other abnormal esthetics,’ the [Chinese] TV regulator said, using an insulting slang term for effeminate men—niang pao, or literally, girlie guns.” Brazil’s President Jair Bolsonaro mocked his aides who wore masks by calling their protective gear “coisa de viado,” roughly translated “for fairies.” He thinks men’s masculinity can protect them from COVID.
Not only is this systematic tar pit an injustice, but it’s also a waste of our human capital. In 2014, the Congressional Budget Office reported that 16% of American men were incarcerated or jobless, an increase from 11% in 1980. The rate for minorities was much more significant than for Whites. So when we discuss masculinity, we can’t ignore race, education, culture, and poverty as essential factors. According to Psychology Today, “Mass shootings have tripled since 2011, with the majority carried out by young men, while young male suicide rates have increased fifty percent since 1994.”
While many attempt to create a language that clarifies and facilitates fruitful discussions, that same language can also serve as coded shorthand, allowing us to jump to conclusions. “Toxic masculinity” is the latest phrase for men’s anger and estrangement. Men can indeed be toxic, both to women and to each other. But not all men act that way. To promote those discussions, ask us questions about what we mean, especially on social media, where anonymity hides the context of our lives. “Why did you say that?” offers us a chance to explain (or reveal the misogyny we might defend).
Howard J. Ross, the author of Everyday Bias, says, “Learning to slow down decision-making, especially when it affects other people, can help reduce the impact of bias.” Our biases make us prone to reaction instead of reflection. In his book, Thinking, Fast and Slow, social psychologist Daniel Kahneman looked at how we make these decisions. According to Kahneman, we use two different systems to come to our conclusions. One is fast, automatic, and impulsive: full of impressions, intuition, and emotions. This is precisely what happens on social media. The second is slow and more considered and serves as our self-control. Kahneman writes, “Every human being has had the experience of not telling someone to go to hell.” We’ve become a reactive nation. Slowing down would make for more valuable discourse.
After a Facebook friend mentioned they were anxious, I suggested finding ways to calm down might be wise. Women immediately chastised me for telling a woman to calm down. To be honest, I didn’t even know my Facebook friend was a woman. Her online name was a gender-neutral “nom de plume.” Someone was upset, and that concerned me. I crossed a line without even knowing it.
Sometimes, I act like a “typical guy” despite my best efforts. I laugh—I’m still a work in progress, even at my age. Men can be prone to thoughtless mansplaining with women and other men (it’s part of our competitive, know-it-all nature). But that’s not what I was doing here. I backed off, not even attempting to explain. Cancel culture is indiscriminate and swift. We often talk over each other without listening. Anger in the absence of context is harmful. When groups gang up on individuals, it can be debilitating. Both men and women need to slow our reactions down to better gauge our responses.
After watching a recent Saturday Night Live sketch called “Man Park,” I lamented my lack of close male friends. This isolation has been especially hard for me during the pandemic. In the sketch, women come home to their boyfriends only to be inundated with non-stop chatter after their partners’ days alone. The women decide to take their BFs to the Man Park, where they can find social interaction and comradery. It takes a concerted effort for men to develop friendships, and they’re often more competitive than supportive. Robert Bly would probably approve of man parks, and I see franchise opportunities.
In reaction to this SNL sketch, Dr. Avrum Weiss wrote in “The High Cost of Loneliness,” boys start out feeling as connected in their friendships as girls do. But as they grow, they neglect personal relationships to pursue external success. This has been true for me. And many of my present relationships come about from being part of a couple. Weiss says, “Eighty percent of successful suicides are men, and one of the leading contributing factors is loneliness.” It’s as important a risk factor to longevity as exercise, smoking, and obesity.
Look at how we treat our veterans. We praise them for their strength and heroism on the battlefield, yet we do little for their PTSD when they return home. And, as women take on traditionally male roles, they encounter the same thing. Society often judges both women and men harshly when they express cross-gender behavior. Whatever our genders, our evolutions are intrinsically linked. Whether or not we like it, we’re in this together.
Like COVID vaccinations and mask mandates, Josh Hawley has politicized manhood, pointing to the left as a threat to men. It’s an oversimplification that does none of us any justice. The culmination of his argument is clear: “[The left wants] to define the traditional masculine virtues—things like courage, and independence, and assertiveness—as a danger to society.” This is nothing more than toxic propaganda. These are valuable assets in both men and women; the left has no interest in replacing them. If you’re concerned about men’s lives, invest in our empathy, not in political opportunism.
But there is room to reimagine what it means to be a man. And men need to take the lead. We need to create viable alternatives to the “good ole boy” network (often based on financial success). Nurturing the values that allow us to be more sensitive to others and attentive to our needs would help free ourselves from this unrealistic paradigm. Government and companies can help by creating policies that encourage us to spend more time with our families, like paid paternity leave. This would support new patterns for a successful life. Josh Hawley would find this ridiculous. Evolution will be slow given the multitudes who live by his contorted view.
Despite inroads into gender equality, men still value their fortitude above all—not only physical strength but the wherewithal to surmount any obstacle. This exacts an enormous price in our daily lives, and few fathers offer, let alone know any alternatives. Fewer talk to their sons about their passions and emotions, and peer pressure silences us.
Senator Hawley, our country’s founders, handed down a document that is a blueprint for how we live our lives as Americans. Your words offer no such plan. Instead, they perpetuate outdated stereotypes about men that cannot be sustained in the 21st century. They hurt rather than help us live our best lives. I’ve never forgotten what my father passed down to me. That legacy will go no further. And neither should yours.
Josh Hawley blames the left for men’s problems. Men like Josh Hawley are the problem.
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After five minutes racing to the address I arrive and the lights are on in the apartment, no sign of Barry though. I exit the bat-mobile as it’s automated systems have it retreat into an alley and seal itself off from outside interference. Slowly, I approach the entrance to the apartment and I hear Barry’s voice behind the door. He sounds calm, and a teenage voice can heard talking to him.
I open the door and enter the apartment. The teenager is wearing a batman t-shirt. Oh great he’s one of those.
“Told you he’d come.”
“OH MY GOD IT’S YOU! YOU’RE BATMAN!”
I give Barry a glare. What has he just led me into?
“Yes. I am.”
“Wow no-one is going to believe tomorrow when I tell them! Can I have your autograph?”
“No. Now tell me. Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“The girls.”
“What girls?”
“The girls you’ve abducted! Where are they!”
“I don’t know anything about any girls!”
I grab hold of the boy by his shirt and lift him off the floor. Barry stands up and grabs hold of my right arm.
“Batman put him down.”
“Stay out of this Flash. I’ll show you how you get scum like this to talk.”
“No! Look at his arms!”
I look at the boys arms expecting a scar or bandage of some sort from where the sixth girl cut him with the glass shard from the broken window. Nothing. Not a mark in sight. He’s not the one. I quickly release the boy and back away from him. I’ve clearly frightened him.
“But that doesn’t make sense. It has to be you.”
“It isn’t! Look at me! I struggle to hold a baseball bat let alone carry away a sixteen-year-old girl against her own will! Anyone of them would easily walk all over me! In fact they did…”
Barry’s face quickly turns from one of gloating directed at me to one of concern.
“What?”
“Those girls. The ones that have been abducted. All of them bullied me at school at some point.”
“How come?”
“My skin is like paper. It cuts easily and thanks to my von Willebrand disease I spurt out a lot more blood than a normal teen would. At each school I’d accidentally get cut and bleed non-stop and I ended up freaking out most of the girls because I wouldn’t’ stop bleeding. “
“Go on.” I say from a corner of the apartment being sure to keep my distance to not unnerve the young man.
“Well after that the girls took to mocking me because I couldn’t help it. I got called all sorts of names. The squirt. Aquaman’s period. Super-squirt. You name it I got called it.”
“That’s terrible. How did you deal with it?”
“I didn’t. My Mom ended up just moving me from school to school but it kept happening over and over again.”
“Where is your Mother? I’d of thought she’d of woken up by now.”
“She’s had to work late nights this week. Says she’s covering for someone who’s on vacation at work. She says she blames herself for my von Willebrand disease. Apparently I inherited it from her.”
At the moment Michael said that, Barry looked over at me and I nodded my head as I saw headlights pull up in the parking lot of the apartment complex. Sure enough out of the car emerged Michaels Mother who entered the apartment to a big surprise to see Barry and I stood before her.
“Michael sweety, what’s going on?”
“Mom this is Batman and the Flash, they’re investigating the disappearance of some of the girls that have been picking on me.”
“What? Why would someone do such a thing?”
“I think we should be asking you, Mrs Harlot.” Barry says. Clearly he’s noticed the bandage on her left arm.
“What do you mean?”
“Your bandage. You wouldn’t of happened to of cut yourself on a piece of glass from a window by chance?”
The Mother’s expression quickly turns making it clear that she knows we’ve figured out that it was her that’s behind all of this. She makes a run to leave the apartment but Barry blocks the door before she can escape. She panics and goes to pull out a needle of some sort and attempts to jab Barry but I launch my bat-claw at her and pull her towards me. I knock the needle out of her hands and grab hold of both her arms. I deliberately keep the pressure I apply to her left arm light to start with.
“The girls. Where are they?”
“Mom what have you done?”
“I did it for you Michael. To punish them for what they did to you. AHHHHH!”
I increase the pressure of my grip on her left arm.
“The girls. Where are they. Talk. Now”
“I won’t talk. Those whores deserve to die for what they did to my Michael. ARHHHHH!”
I apply even more pressure. Yet still she refuses to talk. The boy is starting to become distressed by this whole situation, he’s not happy with the pain I’m putting his Mother through. As much as I don’t want to do this it is necessary in order to find the missing girls. I squeeze harder.
“ARRRRHHHH”
“Mom!”
“Batman. That’s enough.”
“Not until she talks.”
“Mom!”
“ARRRRRHHHHH”
“Stop it please you’re hurting her! Please!”
The boy begins to cry and Barry races in and pulls my hand off her wound to stop her screaming. He whispers quietly into my ear so the other two don’t hear.
“Batman that’s enough. You’ve gone too far.”
I know that I may have crossed the line a bit with how far I went, but for what she has done she deserved the pain. I only feel regret for having to put her son through it.
“Mom please tell it isn’t true.”
There is a long silent pause.
“Mom please!”
“I did it for you Michael.”
“No!”
Barry approaches the boy and comforts him as he breaks down crying at the shock of the horror his Mother has done whilst she keeps her eyes fixed on me. Clearly my actions have scared her. Good. Scum like her deserves it.
“It’s alright Michael. It’s all going to be ok.”
Barry says this as he comforts the boy.
“Where are the girls.”
Still she remains quiet. The boy sees this and is clearly distraught about what his Mother claims to of done in his name. He stands up and approaches her.
“Mom. Where are they.”
“…..”
“Mom please. Where are they?”
“In the hell they deserve to be.”
“Please Mom, I know you’re not like this. Where are they?”
The boy is about to start crying again and Barry has walked up behind him and puts his hand on the boys shoulder.
“Dixon Docks. Warehouse 24. Basement.”
I sharply turn to look at Barry and nod at him. With that I race out of the apartment and jump into the bat-mobile and race to Dixon Docks to free the girls. If this woman has been so keen to punish these girls for what they’ve done to her son there’s no telling what danger they might be in. With in six minutes I’ve arrived and I quickly jump out of the bat-mobile and race into the warehouse. I can hear the sirens of the GPCD’s police cars arriving at the scene thanks to my call to Jim upon getting in the bat-mobile no doubt they’ll soon be arriving at the apartment where Barry is to take the boys Mother away.
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The girls location has been revealed and their kidnapper exposed, but will Batman make it to them in time? What will happen to young Michael and his Mother?
Tune in tomorrow to find out! Same bat-time, same bat-photostream.
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Address: 8-14 rue Cortot in Paris 18th - Montmartre district
The museum was founded and opened in 1960
It was built in the seventeenth century as the Bel Air House and is the oldest building in Montmartre.
It served as a residence and meeting place for many artists including Auguste Renoir, Suzanne Valadon and Émile Bernard, who held their studios here, as well as the fauve artists Emile Othon Friesz and Raoul Dufy.
“Suppose this is it…” I said as I looked at the address written on the small slip of paper Fluxx had given me ages ago. I then gazed upward at what looked to be a decently sized facility with “Flickr Fighters” printed on a sign above the entrance.
“Must be a typo…”
Shaking off the peculiar wordage I marched inside to find surprisingly few of my colleagues. Hardly any of which I recognized.
This could prove difficult…
“You alright there Count?” A slightly modulated voice spoke behind me.
I quickly whipped around to find a figure clad in silver and purple power armor with a cape similar to my own. I recognized them from the Halloween incident but like most instances, I could not remember their name.
“Ah, Hello there. By chance do you have any idea where we keep the archives?”
“Try the office next to the meeting room.”
“Which is where exactly?”
“Just follow me…” the figure said with a sigh as he marched through the lobby and down the hall.
We reached the office and they walked over to the filing cabinet and attempted to open it only to discover it was locked.
“Allow me.” I said calmly as I pulled out a couple of bobby pins from my pocket. And began picking the lock.
“Why don’t you just carry lock picks?” They asked likely wondering why a gentleman had hairpins on his person.
“Lock picks always raise suspicion… Not to mention I never could get the hang of them…”
With that, a satisfying “click” sounded as I positioned the last pin and opened the drawer.
“Let’s see… ah, here we are.”
I pulled out a large folder filled with sheets of paper containing a photo of each member along with their name, powers, and a summary of their background.
“What is it you’re looking for anyway?”
“I’m looking for heroes with portal generation abilities…” I answered as I flipped through the papers.
“You mean like this?”
With a flick of the wrist, the hero summoned a small purple rift in space-time about the size of a pie pan.
Then something clicked in my cluttered mind and I remembered that the hero in front of me went by the name Rift Runner.
“Well. I feel like an idio-“
Suddenly a fellow in a black tactical suit wearing a bandana over his mouth entered the office.
“What’s going on here?!” Agent Sharp exclaimed.
“Oh bother, time to go!” I said quickly grabbing Rift runner’s shoulder and shifting to a random dimension.
“Youch! Watch it man, that hasn’t fully healed- What the?! Where the heck are we?!” Rift shouted as he looked around clearly startled by our sudden change in location.
I looked around and saw we stood in a room with yellow wallpaper covered in mildew stains, slightly damp foul-smelling carpet and Fluorescent lights that buzzed loudly overhead.
“It appears we have ended up in the realm known only as the backrooms.” I replied as I pocketed the folder.
“Backrooms? Sounds like one of those crazy stories you find online…”
“Well my friend, the multiverse is often a very odd thing. Sometimes one realm’s crazy story is another’s reality… Now, if we just stay put we should return to the realm we came from shortly.”
“Can’t you just shift us back?”
“One does not enter or exit this realm on purpose. Only by accident. If I were to shift now we’d end up in one of the more treacherous levels of this office building of the damned…”
Suddenly a loud howl echoed through the halls causing Fluffenstein to leap out of my pocket and dash off down the hall.
“Oh bugger! Come on! And try to keep up, this place will drive you mad if we get separated!” exclaimed as I pulled out my cutlass and a bottle of almond water before we ran through the endless halls after the cat.
As we searched I explained the Apophis Ra situation to Rift in order to try and maintain our sanity.
“So what does this guy have to do with me?” Rift asked.
“Well, I honestly have no idea what Apophis is capable of. Thus I devised a backup plan utilizing portals just in case- There!”
I pointed as a white blur dashed towards us and clung to the leg of my trousers.
“Easy there mate. You’re safe now.” I said consoling the frightened feline as I picked him up and gently placed him in my coat. Buttoning it to ensure he stayed put.
“I wouldn’t be so sure Count…” Rift said pointing to a pair of shadowy creatures in the distance slowly approaching us.
“Hounds…” I whispered as I passed Rift the bottle of almond water. “Here, start backing up slowly and If they turn hostile douse them with this.”
Rift nodded and we began to walk backwards. The creatures slowly picking up speed and their appearance becoming clearer as they got closer. Revealing not the canine shape they had at a distance but that of distorted and tangled humanoids walking on all fours with unnatural movements. With a loud snarl, the creatures began rapidly scuttling towards us. I quickly raised my sword and prepared to strike the beast in front as it lunged towards me when suddenly a pair of purple vortexes opened in front of the first creature and above the other as the first tumbled in and sank its claws into the other’s back causing a fight to break out between them. I turned to my companion to see he had his hand raised and was breathing heavy as though he had just had quite a workout.
“Quick Mate, the water!” I exclaimed.
Rift tossed me the bottle and I ripped off the cap frantically before splashing the liquid onto the beasts causing them to scream in pain as it burned their shadowy hide.
I then began shouting and swinging my sword as I walked towards them and the creatures scrambled back down the hall they came from.
“Haha! That’s it ya yella bellied beasties! Run back to the void where ya belong!” I shouted as I pocketed my weapon and turned back to my companion.
“Exceptional work my friend!” I said as I went to pat Rift on the shoulder but caught myself before I made the mistake.
“What even were those things?!”
“Most refer to them as the Hounds of Tindalos after one of Lovecraft’s abominations.” I explained. “Now then, what say we find a way out of this wretched place before Cuthulhu shows up…”
“Should I take that last statement a joke or an actual concern?”
“Best to take it as both mate…” I replied with a laugh. “Best to take it as both.”
After a bit more walking we turned a corner to find the hallway opened into a desert landscape filled with mesquite bushes and cacti.
“Ah, an exit!” I stated as we walked into the “room” only for the hallway to vanish once we turned around.
“Now. Let’s find out where we are…” I said as I began pulling out my navigational equipment. Compass, spyglass, sextant and the like.
“Hold on Capt Sparrow.” Rift said likely referencing something. “Let me handle this.”
Rift then pulled out a smartphone and opened up some sort of map on it.
“Looks like we’re just outside Laredo. Just a quick jump and we’ll be back in Advent City.”
Rift opened a portal under our feet and we disappeared through it and landed in the lounge room of the Flickr Fighters Headquarters. Rift landing on a chair while I crashed backwards into the coffee table.
“Sorry about that Count. I’m used to traveling alone.”
“That’s understandable. Most Vampire hunters choose to be lone wolves…” I said as I picked myself up and let the cat out of my coat before I sat down on the couch.
“Vampire hunter? What are you talking about?”
“Your cape, it’s a trophy from a vampire hunt correct?” I asked. “Got mine after a fight with Dracula last centur- er, a few years ago.”
Rift shook his head.
“I Just thought the cape looked cool and the guys back at HQ whipped this one up for me.” Rift explained. “It helps with gliding and deflects heat and ice rays.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at Rift’s description.
“Fancy. But I’ll stick with being able to say I pulled mine out of the dust pile that was once a legendary strigoi.”
Just then our discussion was interrupted by the lights flickering out and then on again to reveal the sudden and dramatic arrival of agent sharp.
“The folder. Hand it over.” He said sternly.
I sighed as I pulled out the file and tossed it onto the coffee table. (Which was now cracked down the center and was being held up by only three legs.)
“Anything else officer?” I asked mocking Sharp’s serious tone.
“Yes. You’ve yet to show up at any of the group training sessions or any of the meetings…”
“In my defense, I wasn’t aware either of those were things.”
“I figured as much.” Sharp said shifting to a somewhat softer tone as he picked up the file. “According to Fluxx you only knew about Gravestein last Thursday because he happened to say something to you.”
“Hey, I was at the warehouse wasn’t I? What’s the big deal?”
“The point I’m getting at is the Flickr fighters rely upon communication between heroes. And we can’t function properly if one of them doesn’t even have a phone.”
“I’ll have you know I have two excellent telephones.” I said pulling one out of my pocket. “Why this one even has one of those newfangled rotary dial setups.”
“Man, I didn’t know they still made these…” Rift said as he picked up one of my phones and fiddled with the dial. “And how exactly are we supposed to send you messages on these?”
“Well, I figured we could set up a party line. Telephones still have that right?”
“No Count, they do not.” Sharp said with a sigh. “Look, you have access to a multiverse full of tech. Just find a smartphone you like and then get someone more technologically inclined to connect it to HQ’s network for you.”
“Not to mention you’ll have access to the group files and don’t have to raid the office.” Rift said passing the phone back to me.
As I stuck the phone into my pocket I noticed a sneaky look in Sharp’s eyes as a smirk came across his face.
“Which reminds me, which of you left a hairpin jammed into the lock on the cabinet?”
“He did it.” Rift said quickly slipping through a portal before I had a chance to pull him down with me.
“Well. I believe some extra time in the training room will be suitable consequences. I’ll see you at 0500 tomorrow morning for your first session.”
Sharp then exited the room and once he was a good distance away Rift appeared through a portal and landed back in his seat.
“Sorry man, I survived one training session with him, I don’t know if I’d last through another.”
“Quite alright ol’ chap. But you better not let me down tonight.”
“No prob. I’ll meet you at the museum ’round eleven. This should be interesting…”
That evening…
I walked around the museum half shifted to avoid detection. Looking at the exhibits to pass the time as I waited for either Rift or Apophis to arrive.
I couldn’t help but notice the differences in this dimension’s history I wasn’t aware of. The Sphinx not having a nose, three pyramids at Giza instead of four. But oddest exhibit of all was in the American history exhibit. A playbill from the Ford theatre’s production of “Our American Cousin.” Perhaps this realm’s version of the event went differently than I had learned. If Lincoln hadn’t bent down to retrieve his wife’s handkerchief Booth’s scheme could have easily succeeded.
“Excuse me, sir.” The night guard said rounding the corner and walking towards me. “I’m gonna have to ask you to le- GAH!”
The guard screamed and frantically drew his weapon as he saw the beam of his flashlight hit the wall behind me.
“Ah, Sorry my good fellow.” I said shifting back to where I was no longer translucent and held up my ITF badge. I’m an agent from the Interdimensional Task Force. I’m here to investigate a potential robbery.”
“Interdimensonal? Look, kid, I have no idea what the heck you are or what you’re doin’ here and I honestly don’t care. Now come along-“
Suddenly a portal opened under the guard and he disappeared through it.
“Gotten in trouble with the cops already?.” Rift said as he walked up behind me.
“So it would seem… The ITF must not be very well known in this realm.”
I then noticed rift was holding a cloth knapsack and something in it was moving.
“um, what’s in the bag?”
“your cat.” Rift said shoving the bag in my face. “you left them at HQ. Thought you might need them for whatever plan you have.”
I hadn’t thought of that… If Apophis’ is fascinated with the Egyptian religion then Fluffenstein could be a valuable weapon.
Genius idea mate! Just like The Battle of Pelusium!”
“The what?”
“During the first Persian conquest of Egypt, Cambyses II’s troops painted cat faces on their shields and placed dogs, sheep, cats, ibises and whatever other animals the Egyptians held sacred onto the front lines. Thus, the Egyptians surrendered at once instead of facing the ‘cat army.'”
“Huh, neat… But last time I checked two guys and a cat aren’t an army…”
“What we need is not an army, but a lookout.” I answered. “Follow me into the Egyptian exhibit.
We walked down the hall a ways until we came to a room filled with ancient Egyptian artifacts. Or rather, what the people of this dimension assume to be Egyptian.
“See that camera up there?” I said gesturing to the security device above us in the corner of the room.
“Lemme guess. you want me to head up to the security room and keep an eye on the cameras while you wait here for Apophis”
“You catch on quickly my friend.” I said with a grin. “When he gets here focus on the Egyptian exhibit’s camera and whenever you see me tip my hat open a rift under Apophis into that sarcophagus over there.”
“You got it Count.”
Rift gave me a quick salute before opening a rift behind him and disappearing through it.
“Well Fluffenstein.” I said pulling the kitten from the bag. “I hope that Antiquitus has the same superstitions as Third Dynasty Egypt.”
Around thirty minutes had passed and I had shifted in an armchair from my lair and was beginning to doze off in it whilst stroking Fluffenstein. Something about petting a small furry creature always puts one’s mind at ease.
Suddenly the lights in the room turned on and then began flickering rhythmically as an electronic noise began echoing around me.
I quickly stood up and shifted the chair away to my lair and tucked Fluffenstein behind my back under my cape.
Wait a minute, that noise, is that, music?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-Cbb0AyhBU
Suddenly a cloud of blue smoke appeared and Apophis Ra stepped through it holding an ankh staff in one hand and a strange obsidian tablet in the other.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen…” The Cultist said in a semi-robotic voice. “Apophis Ra here coming at you live with a crossover I have been waiting dynasties to make! Here he is, the menace of the multiverse, Bane of Anubis, Count Dimensio!”
“Bane of Anubis? That’s a new one…” I joked trying to mask my confusion as Apophis held the tablet up towards me.
“Oh yeah, my dude! That ol’ doggo is ticked with you. What with your tomb raiding and all. Right folks?”
“Who the devil are you talking to?!”
I exclaimed in frustration as I scanned the room. “What manner of multidimensional demons have you brought here?”
“Chill, I’m just vloggin dude, Gotta keep them followers posted on my conquest of the multiverse.”
“Well, I’m afraid your cult’s quest ends here…” I said drawing my sword.
“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Apophis replied as he set his device on top of a nearby crate and held up his staff with both hands. “BEHOLD THE POWER OF APOPHIS RA!”
As he tapped the end of his staff on the floor a loud hissing erupted from the walls and hundreds of vipers began pouring out of the cracks and formed a defensive ring around their master.
“Impressive eh? Go ahead my man, try and strike me!” Apophis taunted
“With pleasure…” I said tipping my hat.
On cue, a rift opened under Apophis and he fell into the sealed sarcophagus in the corner.
Before a larger rift opened and the vipers fell into it.
“Well, that was easy.” Rift said as he appeared beside me.
“Indeed, I didn’t even have to use the-“
Suddenly I was cut off by the sound of a laser blast and the lid of the sarcophagus shattering and flying across the room.
“HEY! Not cool dude!” Apophis shouted as he lept out of the casket. “You totally messed up the vibe I had going!”
“Never mind…” I said with a sigh as I dodged a blast from the arch of Apophis’ staff.
“Did he just say vibe? I thought you said he was a Cultist.” Rift asked as we ducked behind a display case whilst Apophis was firing his staff and swinging it around like a maniac whilst doing some kind of strange dance. “He looks more like one of those annoying internet celebrities…”
“I’m certain, he even has a magic tablet that he uses to keep his followers updated on the fight.”
“Tablet huh. Where?”
I pointed out the strange device to Rift and he opened a portal under it causing it to fall right into his hands.
“Uh, Count? this is just a smartphone.” Rift explained looking the device over. “albeit a rather strange looking one. I mean it looks like he’s live-streaming the fight on some kind of youtube style site but the text is all in caps and some kind of weird language.”
“All in capitals? Hand me that…”
I took the phone and sure enough, it was filming us right that moment and many different people were posting messages beside the video in what appeared to be Latin. Or at least a variant of it.
“Hmm, I believe you’re right… it does appear to be an internet-like system..”
“Hey, I have an idea.” RIft whispered. “If his internet is anything like ours I know something that just might give us an advantage.”
“Hey! You fellas comin’ out or am I gonna have to disappoint all my followers?” Apophis asked mockingly before smiling towards where his phone had been and noticing it wasn’t there.
“What the- WHO STOLE MY EYE-PHONE?”
“You mean this?” I taunted as I shifted through the display and walked into the center of the room. “Sorry ‘dude’ but I just had a talk with your followers they think this fight is missing something.”
“Oh yeah? And what do my loyal legion of fans what to see?”
“BEHOLD! THE SLAYER OF RODENTS, DESTROYER OF HOUSEPLANTS! FLUFFENSTEIN!!!” I exclaimed pulling the cat out and holding him in view of the phone’s camera.
“GAH! GET THAT BASTET SPAWN AWAY FROM ME!!” Apophis screamed as he stumbled backward.
“Well now, An Egyptian who’s afraid of cats? Now I’ve seen everything…” I said with a laugh.
“I’m n-not afraid of th-them I’m just Aler- aah, Aah, ACHOO!!”
Apophis then entered a sneezing fit and dropped his staff in the process. which rift quickly snatched up with a portal.
“Allergic?” Rift said with an obvious chuckle in his voice he was trying to hide.
“Yeah…” Apophis answered with a sniffle, reaching for his staff and fumbling around with watery eyes.
“Well, It appears we have the upper-hand here Apophis… Perhaps you better come along peacefully before we have to take you to a hospital…”
“Sure man, ACHOO! J-just get that thing away from me…”
a short while later we had Apophis in cuffs and we had just finished dropping off Fluffenstein at my lair with Jack.
“Right, So I assume you’ll take it from here?” Rift asked.
“I can, but I’d prefer if I had someone else with me. helps keep the cops from getting suspicious if I have a hero with me…”
“But I thought you work for some top-secret Men in black style organization?”
Men In Black? Good heavens no. It’s just the inter-dimensional police. Not the CIA. Now come on…”
I grabbed Rift and Apophis’ shoulders and shifted into the large front lobby of the police station.
marble pillars lining the walls, royal blue carpeting, and a large wooden desk in the center.
“Well look what we got here.” The red-haired woman at the desk stated. “Chief said you’d be comin’ in with a convict but I didn’t expect you to bring in two.”
“Uh, No Miss Lana. This is Rift Runner, He’s part of the hero team I joined.”
Lana raised an eyebrow suspiciously as she looked Rift over.
“If you say so sugar. leave Apophis with Charlie and then head on back to the chief’s office. I’ll let her know Y’all are here…”
“Thank you, ma’am. Come on Rift.”
I walked towards what must have seemed like a wall to Rift and apophis until we stepped through it and into the prisoner processing center.
“So this is where you guys lock up the crooks?” Rift asked.
“No, this is just where we throw the book at em, and that fellow over there is our head book thrower. How’s it going, Charlie?”
The tall gawky looking man jolted up in his seat and straightened his uniform only to sigh once he turned his desk chair around to find me.
“Oh, It’s just you. I thought it was somebody important.” Charlie said with a yawn. “Just stick the perp in cell seven while I work out the papers…”
“Cell seven? Well now, You’re a lucky man Apophis.” I joked. “You get to stay in my old room.”
Apophis merely rolled his eyes as rift shoved him down the hall and into the cell with a seven above it.
“Right, You have a good evening Charlie, I’ll fill out any paperwork later. Gotta go see chief.”
“HEY! you still haven’t turned those papers from-“
I quickly grabbed Rift and shifted to the Cheif’s office door before Charlie could finish.
“Sorry about that Rift, I can’t stand paperwork…”
“Tell me about it. you wouldn’t believe how many reports Sharp has us fill out when we capture a villain…”
“You’re preaching to the choir mate. Preaching to the choir…”I said with a grin as I knocked on the door.
“Enter…” The Chief replied from inside.
I opened the door to see Chief Cahill standing at the window behind her desk. gazing out at the futuristic skyline of Capitus Prime.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Chief asked as she turned around and sat down at her desk and turned on the banker’s lamp that sat on it.
“I always prefered the look of Capitus Delta.” I replied.
“Of course you would. Have a seat Jones, You too Monteleone.”
“HOW DID YOU KNOW-“
“Your Name? Oh relax, I know more about you flickr fighters than Sharp! why else would I have sent Jones here to Advent city to serve his parole.”
“Well, just don’t tell anybody alright? I prefer to keep my secret identity.”
“Of course, My lips are sealed…” Chief replied with a locking motion over her lips. “Now then, tell me everything that happened…”
one of my april projects for Buzz and Bloom. I made this as a gift to my friend Sandy.. I met her in Paris as she was touring Europe with her husband.
So happy to know her!
President Donald J. Trump arrives to address military personnel and their families Sunday, June 30, 2019, at Osan Air Base, Korea. (Official White House Photo by Shealah Craighead)
Address: Rue du Docteur Fréry, 90000 Belfort
Construction: 1904-1905
Architect: Eugène Lux
Material: Metallic structure
Usage: market (still in use)
Source: structurae website
Richmond, BC Canada
Address: Coppersmith Corner Shopping Centre, 11388 Steveston Hwy.
Materials: A 1952 Ford pickup truck and cherry trees.
Program: Private
Ownership: Private
Sponsored By: Suncor Development Corp.
Description of Work:
This red truck once worked the blueberry fields that once covered the site of the shopping centre. As the trembling Aspen grow larger the ‘52 Ford will rise higher. Nature engages technology in this piece.
Artist Statement:
Ford Grove addresses the historic erosion of farmland over the past decades: ubiquitous fields of blueberries have been replaced with strip malls, condo developments and warehousing . . . an ongoing eradication of some of the world’s richest farmland. This Ford pickup was at one time working in those blueberry fields!
This metaphor of the machine being invaded by nature also offers speculations on the future of unfettered development. Indeed, it is only a matter of years before the trees have their way with this vehicle.
www.richmond.ca/culture/publicart/collection/PublicArt.as...
by Douglas Taylor
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Overview
Heritage Category: Listed Building
Grade: I
List Entry Number: 1308610
Date first listed: 22-Feb-1967
Location
Statutory Address: St Michael the Archangel Church,Chagford, Newton Abbot TQ13 8BN
County: Devon
District: West Devon (District Authority)
Parish: Chagford
National Park: DARTMOOR
National Grid Reference: SX 70146 87508
Details
Parish church. It appears to be a complete C15 rebuild of an earlier church (The Church Wardens Accounts record work on the Lady Chapel in 1482); major renovation of circa 1888 followed by a series of lesser works between 1888 and 1925, e.g. vestry by J.W. Rowell and Son of Newton Abbot in 1891 and tower restored in 1915; roofs repaired circa 1960. Coursed blocks of granite ashlar throughout; granite ashlar detail, one window of limestone ashlar; slate roofs. Plan: church is actually set on a north-east - south-west axis but for convenience it is described as if it had a conventional east-west axis. Nave and chancel under a continuous roof with full length north and south aisles, both with east end chapels. The south aisle has the former Lady Chapel (now a Chapel of Remembrance to the dead of the World Wars) and the 1891 vestry at the east end. At the east end of the north aisle St Katherines Chapel was converted to the organ chamber and the aisle was extended an extra bay. C15 south porch. Large C15 west tower. Perpendicular style throughout and renovation work carried out in the same style. Exterior. Tall west tower of 3 stages with internal stair turret in the south-west corner. It has a chamfered plinth, setback buttresses and an embattled parapet without corner pinnacles. Belfry has double lancets on each side to the belfry and a single lancet on the north side to the ringing loft. On the west side the doorway has a 2-centred arch with double chamfered surround. It contains a good quality oak door carved with blind cusped arcades and carved with a Latin quotation and dated 1914. Directly above 3-light window with a pointed arch and containing simple intersecting tracery and a hoodmould. Possibly this window was reused in the C15 from the earlier church. Above this window 2 small arch-headed niche contains a C20 carved figure of St. Michael and above that a painted clockface put there in 1867. There are tiny slit windows on the south side lighting the newel stair. The nave and aisles are similar in style. Their roofs are gable-ended with C19 shaped kneelers, coping and moulded finials. (The west end of the north aisle has no finial). The roof is continuous over nave and chancel but the division is marked by an old ridge tile surmounted by a crude beast (maybe a pig). The aisles have soffit-chamfered eaves cornices and the south aisle has a chamfered plinth. Both have set back buttresses on their corners and buttresses between the windows, all with weathered offsets. The west ends of the aisles are blind although both contain blocked features. The south aisle is roughcast but inside a tall 2-centred arch shows. The north aisle contains a blocked doorway, a 2-centred arch with a double roll moulded surround and above that is a presumably C19 segmental-headed window embrasure. All the original windows have original Perpendicular tracery with plain hoodmoulds. The south aisle and porch. The porch projects left of centre. It has set back buttresses and an embattled parapet. 2-centred outer arch with moulded surround and broach stops. This contains early C20 timber gates containing a row of open quatrefoils containing rosettes along the top. There is a late C17 or C18 slate sundial with a brass pointer. It has shaped corners and the borders are enriched with scrolled foliage and garlands. The porch occupies one of the 5 bays this side. The others contain 3-light windows, and there is another at the east end. In the angle of the south aisle and chancel is the low 1981 vestry built of neater ashlar than the original church. It has a flat roof and embattled parapet over a soffit- moulded dripcourse. Each side contains a square-headed 2-light window with cinquefoil heads and the south side contains a segmental-headed doorway with ovolo surround. Above the vestry, a window built of limestone, with Decorated tracery and hoodmould with carved labels. The east end of the chancel has a large and impressive 5-light window with Perpendicular tracery. It has moulded reveals with carved capitals and hoodmould. The north aisle is 6 bays. The east end bay is a late C19 addition and contains another limestone 2-light window with Decorated tracery, hoodmould and block labels. Contemporary granite Tudor arch doorway in east end. The rest are original 3-light windows similar to those on the south side. The division between aisle and organ chamber (former chapel) is marked by a projecting rood stair turret. Interior. Porch has a good interior. It has stone-flagged floor and benches along each side. Stone vaulted 2-bay roof; the ribs springing from half-engaged piers and with good carved bosses. The piers are granite and although the rest is painted the detail suggests a softer stone, possibly Beerstone. The south doorway is a granite 2- centred arch with double chamfered surround and pyrmaid stops. It contains an ancient folding plank door with studded coverstrips, its original ferramenta and a massive oak lock housing. The roof was repaired circa 1960 but is essentially original. Nave and chancel have continuous wagon roofs with moulded purlins and ribs, good carved oak bosses and a moulded wallplate enriched with 4-leaf bosses. The break between nave and chancel is now marked by the chancel only being ceiled and the timberwork there is painted. Both aisles have similar smaller wagon roofs and must be contemporary with the nave and chancel roof. Both are now open and the south chapel timbers have traces of ancient colour. The bosses are noteworthy some featuring the spiral symbol of the Gorges family and others the tinners mark of 3 rabbits. Church Fabric. Tall tower arch with a narrow chamfered surround and soffit- Chamfered imposts. Inside tower small 2-centred arch doorway to newel stairs but floor to ringing loft replaced 1915. Either side of the tower arch are the blocked apertures described above. Each aisle has an identical 5-bay arcade with 1 overlapping into the chancel. The arches have double chamfered arch rings. Octagonal granite piers made from single pieces of granite and have soffit-chamfered caps and chamfered bases, now on pedestals since the floor has been lowered. The floor is of stone slabs and includes some grave slabs in the chancel (see below). The walls are of exposed granite ashlar. In the south aisle, close to the chancel screen, there is an arch-headed blocked opening for the rood stair. Furniture and fittings. In the chancel the reredos dates from 1888 along with the rest of the sanctuary decoration. It is a painted and gilded triptych; Christ in majesty is flanked by panels containing the Evangelists and the wings contain saints. The wall behind is lined with good polychrome tiles of 1888. The oak stalls (dating from 1913) are in a Tudor Gothic style with blind arcading across the front and carved angel finials. The sedilia dates from 1894. The chancel screen is a fine piece of work. It was erected in 1925 in memory of the young flying officer Noel Hayter-Hames. It is an expert recreation of a C15 Perpendicular oak chancel screen with blind tracery on the wainscotting, Perpendicular tracery to the windows, Gothic cusped coving and a frieze of delicately undercut bands of foliage. The parclose screens are painted and it may be that they are actually C15; built of oak and simpler versions of the main screen. The pulpit (dated 1928) is also built of oak and in the same Perpendicular style; it has an octagonal drum nodding ogee arch on the sides and undercut foliage on the corners, base and frieze. In the former St. Katherines Chapel the late C19 organ has been restored to its original painted scheme. The former Lady Chapel was lined with panelled wainscotting when converted to a Chapel of Rememberance circa 1925. The contemporary figures on the Riddel posts are the patron saints of England, Wales, Scotland and Ireland. Brass lecturn is dated 1871. The benches are also Gothic in style; the bench ends have tracery patterns framed with wreathed foliage. They probably date from the reseating of 1864 and most have been dedicated to members of the congregation who died in the C20. Granite Perpendicular style octagonal font carved by a local mason, John Aggett, and dedicated to the memory of Katherine Hayter-Hames who died less than a year old in 1856. The oak coved canopy is richly carved in Gothic style. Memorials. The oldest and best in the church is the table tomb in the sanctuary in memory of Sir John Wyddon (d. 1575). It is remarkable for its early Renaissance decoration. The tomb base is 3 bays divided by pilasters which are carved with foliage and with a frieze of wreathed foilage. Each bay carved with foliage and with a frieze of wreathed foliage. Each bay contains a frame of formal foliage. Central bay contains an heraldic achievement and the flanking bays have Renaissance vases with cherubs and grotesques. Marble lid with black letter inscription around the edge. Any effigy is now missing. 2-bay arcade above with round arches enriched by scrolled cusping and supported on baluster columns. The arches and spandrels are richly carved with Renaissance ornament. Moulded frieze above and moulded entablature with carved crestwork is supported by carved scroll consoles. The back of the arcade is also richly carved with heraldic achievements surrounded by a dense pattern of expertly carved ornament featuring mermen, grotesques and foliage. Nearby, on the sanctuary steps is a graveslab in memory of Mary Whiddon who died on her wedding day in 1641. South aisle contains a good mural monument in memory of Sir John Prouz (d.1664). Built most of Beerstone, it contains an inscribed rectangular marble plaque flanked by free-standing marble columns with Corinthian caps and entablature with modillion frieze surmounted by a cartouche containing the Prouz arms flanked by other heraldic cartouches. The soffit-moulded sill is supported by scroll brackets carved as grotesque lions heads and with an apron between enriched with strapwork and containing a carved oak heraldic achievement. Above the monument is suspended a helmet bearing the Prouz crest. All the paintwork is C20. To south of the sanctuary a granite recess with double ogee arch in memory of Constance Hayter-Hames (d.1890) and several C19 mural monuments to other members of the same family but the best monument from this period is a mural plaque in memory of Captain John Evans who died aged 23, in 1861 after an active service life. The plaque is a white marble scroll with a symbol of liberty at the top. It is carved as if the scroll is pinned to the end of a chest tomb on which lies his sword and an open Bible and over this is his regimental arms. The black ground has a pointed arch and a moulded limestone frame. It is signed Bedford Sc. 256 Oxford Street, London. Over the south door a board is painted with the arms of Charles II (much restored). To right a painted Benefaction board dated 1791 over an inscribed Beerstone tablet recording the benefactions of the Reverend John Hayter and John Hooper in 1790. Glass. The window of the north chapel contains fragments of C15 glass; St. Andrew and some heraldic achievements. The rest of the stained glass is C19 and most are memorials to members of the Hayter-Hames family. Summary. This is a good C15 granite church although the interior is largely the result of the several late C19 and early C20 renovations. The best feature is the remarkable Whiddon table tomb. Sources. Devon C19 Church Project. Church Guide. (n.a.)
© Historic England 2021
Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque was initiated by the late president of the United Arab Emirates (UAE), His Highness Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan, who wanted to establish a structure which unites the cultural diversity of Islamic world, the historical and modern values of architecture and art.[2] His final resting place is located on the grounds beside the same mosque. The mosque was constructed from 1996 to 2007.[3] It is the largest mosque in the United Arab Emirates. The building complex measures approximately 290 m (960 ft) by 420 m (1,380 ft), covering an area of more than 12 hectares (30 acres), exclusive of exterior landscaping and vehicle parking.[4]
As the country's grand mosque, it is the key place of worship for Friday gathering and Eid prayers. During Eid it can be visited by more than 40,000 people.[1]
Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque Center (SZGMC) offices are located in the east minarets. SZGMC manages the day-to-day operations, as a place of worship and Friday gathering, and also a center of learning and discovery through its educational cultural activities and visitor programs.
The library, located in the north/east minaret, serves the community with classic books and publications addressing a range of Islamic subjects: sciences, civilization, calligraphy, the arts, coins and includes some rare publications dating back more than 200 years. In reflection of the diversity of the Islamic world and the United Arab Emirates, the collection comprises material in a broad range of languages, including Arabic, English, French, Italian, Spanish, German and Korean.