Question One: What do you consider to be your ethnicity?

 

Answer: Irish, Russian, some sort of African, and Native American.

 

Question Two: What do other people think your ethnicity is?

 

Answer: Mutt, or whatever place I am in.

 

Oscar answers questions about his past fights

Day 199. My mother started drinking chinese herbal tea out of mason jars before it was cool. Yeh.

 

Someone asked me a question the other day. At the time, I'd just shrugged and given a vague, depthless answer. But now that I've had some time to think about it, I think I've come up with a better response.

 

Why in the name of hell do you like photography so much?

I don't just like photography; I live it, breathe it, see it. I feel it in my bones and in my brain. I feel it at the tips of my fingers when my hands are on a camera; when my finger is on the shutter; when I look at the world through the viewfinder, where the lens is my only eye. I feel it creeping through my spine. I see it in every corner; every twist and turn and bend, and in every sunset and every sunrise. I don't very clearly remember the time when photography wasn't a part of my life.

 

I love photography because it is a part of me.

 

For a person like me, who's default physical emotions consist of happy, angry and content. For a person who speaks less words than what goes through her mind. For a person who 75% of the time can't figure out what she wants or how she's feeling. For a person who's capacity to form coherent sentences turns to putty when most inconvenient.

 

Photography is the simplest and most complicated and most interpretive and most beautiful form of speech.

 

You've been tagged, please answer the question! I'd love to see all your responses. c:

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Hollins Market neighborhood, Baltimore City

Writing with Light

I've been getting lots of links back to this picture from different tumblr sites, especially this one.

 

Nowww, I don't know anything about tumblr, and it kind of confuses me what's going on when i try to figure out if they're using it as a background or posting it for fun or whatever. I don't really mind I guess, but is this normal?

 

Just wondering!!

 

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Director David Gelb answered audience questions at the March 13, 2012 screening of "Jiro Dreams of Sushi." The screening was held at the Academy of Television of Arts & Sciences in North Hollywood by the KCET Cinema Series. It was hosted by movie critic Pete Hammond.

 

For more on 'Jiro Dreams of Sushi' and other films in this screening series, visit www.kcet.org/socal/cinema_series/

 

The stones are asking "how long are we gonna have to be covered in ice?"

 

I didn't notice this until I'd downloaded the images from my camera. I love visual surprises.

No one goes to Norfolk by accident. I means its not on the way to anywhere else, so those who come, we must assume, want to go there either to visit of live. And in Kings Lynn, out in the bandit country of west Norfolk, you really only come here because you're going to Kings Lynn, or gong on to Hunstanton or trying to escape via the A17.

 

I was posted to RAF Marham at the beginning of the 90s for two years, though before getting married we used to go to The Globe and other such delights, the finer points of its trading past were somewhat lost on me.

 

So, a long held plan was to revisit, so when Jools suggested I go away for a few days, King's Lynn was the answer.

 

The answer to the question nobody asked.

 

I found a cheap place to stay, paid, and so come Tuesday morning, after coffee and packing, Jools dropped me off at Dover Priory, where I found that they only sell "anytime" returns at that hour, and the £88 return I saw online the night before was going to be that amount for just the single to get me there.

 

Sigh.

 

I paid, and hoped I could get something cheap on the way back on Wednesday, though I was seeing how I could use this to factor in a stop off in Ely on the way back.

 

I took a seat once the train pulled in, and a working couple, colleagues at Saga, sat opposite, and she began talking about how undervalued she was there, and how people were not promoted on merit, and then they left, the company had to pay double to get someone to take over those tasks.

 

Such a familiar story.

 

Anyway, the train wasn't full, so all very pleasant, and just a walk over the road to King's Cross, so time to go to M&S for something for breakfast, then ambled over only to find I had just 90 seconds to gallop over the platform 9 to get the train, which was three quarters full.

 

The young lady in the seat in front took an hour to re-apply her make up using the phone camera as a mirror. I don't know, but it that normal amount of time to achieve the "natural" look?

 

I don't know.

 

I ate my fruit and pastrami sandwich to follow, eating as the countryside rolled by, happy in my air-conditioned chariot.

 

Through Cambridge, where most passengers got off, and off into the fens beyond and north, where once upon a time this was endless mires, marshes and stagnant pools, where the Isle of Ely, once an actual island, is visible for ten miles before arriving,

 

Tomorrow, I thought, I'll explore the Isle of Eels once again.

 

The train eased out and after the junction with lines leading north west and east, we headed north to Downham Market and King's Lynn beyond.

 

A family got on at one of the small intermediate stations, two older parents to a hyper ten year old boy who wanted everything, but out here in the wild west, there was no signal, phones could not be pared, so there was just looking out the window at the flat line of the horizon and the drainage sewers and sluices.

 

We arrived in King's Lynn just before eleven, and the heat hit like it did when I worked in Vegas. I walked out of the station, over the main road, the family following me as the father tried to cope with two suitcases, their son and a cowardly small dog, stopping every ten yards to collect everything that had been dropped.

 

They had to get to the bus station to go on to Hunstanton or some other glittering resort dotted with casinos and pleasure beaches.

 

Their bus was in, waiting.

 

I walked on.

 

I walked through a shopping centre exotically called "The Vancouver Centre". I couldn't see nothing in common, but who knows?

 

I walked through and along the main street to a junction, where I felt I should sit down and have a swig of the remaining pop I had. I was outside the King's Lynn branch of Wimpy.

 

Wimpy, a British fast food chain based on at table slow food, named after a character in Popeye, so of course King's Lynn had a huge branch.

 

There were signs to the historical quarter, so after a while I set off, heading for the Purfleet Sluice and the Customs House.

 

Did I mention it was hot?

 

I got shots, then walked on to the quayside, where candy-coloured buoys were lined up for their next duty, and behind the quay, a warren of cobbled lanes with brick houses and courtyards and warehouses, showing how prosperous the town clearly once was.

 

A lady saw me taking shots and made sure I came to her private yard to see the large, church-like tower built to keep an eye on incoming ships.

 

It was getting hotter.

 

I walked down the quay, then into Saturday Market Place where there is a market on Saturdays. One side is lines with the Guildhall and the other the Minster church.

 

I took shots of the Guildhall, and it being half midday, went in search of food and drink, and came upon Wenns Chop and Ale House, where I asked if they had cold bears (beers). They did.

 

I ordered a pint of Coke and burger and fries.

 

The place was quiet, but efficient, with enough staff to fill glasses and bring sauces.

 

I eat up but order another half pint of coke to build fluids up, then after paying walk over to the Minster to take shots, before an organ recital meant children and photographers made their escape. Not that I don't like organ music, church organ music, but this had a shrillness to it, that wasn't altogether pleasant.

 

It was then I received the call.

 

The room where I was booked into, had a flooded toilet and so I would not be able use it, so there was nowhere to stay. Something was mentioned about a refund, but I was in town, there was a music festival on and almost no rooms.

 

I tried a hotel portal, got a room for eighty quid, like I had a choice, then repaired to a pub for some more cold beer.

 

I watched the Hundred cricket as I drank, and people watched a family as they tried to claim control over their finances after falling out with a son who had messed up their mail be redirecting it, or something.

 

So calls were made between pints, games of pool and going outside for a gasper.

 

I drank on, and the cricket carried on.

 

I had three pints of ice cold German beer. It was wet and cold, which is all that mattered as the hottest part of the day blazed down outside.

 

It was five, so I had better find my room for the night. Now, here's the thing with these hotel portals: you don't know if its an hotel or just a room in a house.

 

This was a room in a house.

 

And it was a 15 minute walk, but in temperatures of 33 degrees back round to the station and then on a bit, and I had to check the address twice as I walked past it three times.

 

I had been texted a code to get in, and a code for my room on the top floor.

 

So far so good.

 

The room as in a converted attic, a foot from hundreds of tiles that had been baking all day in the sun. It was like an oven.

 

I should have gone to the station and went home, but using the desk fan, I cooled down, though any time away from the bed and the fan meant I was sweating like a waterfall in a couple of minutes.

 

I hoped it would cool down. I had a shower in the bathroom one floor down, went back up and was as hot and sweaty as before in ten minutes.

 

There was water to drink, and I wasn't hungry, so I whiled away the evening until dusk, when I collapsed on the bed and facing into the full force of the fan, fell asleep.

 

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Kings Lynn is Norfolk's third largest town, but it feels bigger than the second largest, Great Yarmouth, because it is so far from anywhere else. Lynn is proudly and inarguably the centre of its large rural hinterland, the gateway to the Ouse delta and the largest town on the Wash.

It is a fascinating town. In the middle ages, Lynn was one of the dozen biggest towns in England, and until 1960 or so it could boast one of the finest medieval centres of any town in England. During the course of the next twelve years, about a quarter of this was destroyed, to be replaced by dull, soulless pedestrian shopping concourses; these are now themselves being taken down, and replaced with superstores and car parks. Given that traffic in the town is already horrendous, you might think that they'd be better off trying to keep traffic out rather than attract it.

 

But much remains of Medieval Lynn, and of Georgian Lynn as well, for it was a wealthy merchant town until well into the 19th century. The geography of the town is complex, but satisfying. As the Ouse silted up, the mouth of the river moved westwards, and the town was extended towards it in a series of phases. Parallel with the river front, and several hundred metres from it, the main street connects two open spaces; at the north is the wide square of the Tuesday Market, and at the other is the more cluttered Saturday Market. This was the heart of the town at the end of the medieval period, and contains the finest buildings, including the magnificent 16th century guildhall. Opposite is the vast bulk of St Margaret. The church's three towers rise high above the Saturday Market and the narrow streets around, the huge bulk of the nave and chancel brooding at the ends of openings, new and intriguing vistas presenting themselves. It is one of the finest urban medieval moments in England.

 

St Margaret is far bigger than any of the Norwich medieval churches, and is second in size in East Anglia only to St Nicholas at Great Yarmouth, which is the largest medieval parish church in England. From the west, the overall layout consists of two western towers separated by a west front, a clerestoried and aisled nave, a central tower above a crossing with transepts, and a clerestoried chancel. Pevsner, who has measured it, tells us that the building is 235 feet long from end to end.

 

To understand it, it is best to consider the order in which it was built. A Norman Priory church came first, probably on the site of the present nave, but little trace of it survives. The Priory was founded in 1101, five years after Norwich cathedral, by the same man, Herbert de Losinga. The Priory's fortunes burgeoned, and about the middle of the 12th century the two massive towers were begun at the west end. They would take almost a century to complete. The south-west tower is pretty much in its original form, changing from Norman to Early English as it climbs. The tower to the north-west was either not completed, or was for some reason taken down and replaced, because what we see today is largely the work of the 15th century. It would continue to cause trouble, as we shall see.

 

In the 13th century, the body of the church was rebuilt, the vast chancel being added in the height of the Early English style, with a walkway in the clerestory. The east window was added in the 15th century; it is a curious rose shape, although we need to be aware that it was reconstructed by Ewan Christian as part of a 19th century restoration. Beneath it, in the external east wall, are three large and elaborate image niches, which may have contained a rood group. Because of the layout of the town, this east front is hidden away in a narrow side street, and is easily missed.

 

Also in the 15th century, the crossing tower was surmounted by a lantern, probably a bit like that at Ely cathedral, 20 miles away. The nave was completed, and the upper exterior of the chancel was redone, retaining the internal structural features. The west front with its porch and massive window was completed, as was the north-west tower. Both towers were surmounted by steeples, and the church was now at the peak of its glory, spired, battlemented, replete with gargoyles and grotesques. It must have looked like a cathedral.

 

The Priory was dissolved along with all the others in the 1530s, and after the Reformation the church fulfilled its new role as a large, urban protestant preaching space. The lack of emphasis on the upkeep of buildings in the 17th and 18th centuries served it ill, however. About midday on the 8th of September 1741, the spire and the top of the north-west tower came down in a storm, right into the heart of the nave, pretty much destroying it.

 

It took five years to replace the ruined nave, during which time the congregation retreated into the chancel. The rebuilding was the work of the architect Matthew Brettingham, most famous for Holkham Hall. Perhaps because country houses were being fashionably designed in a kind of proto-gothick at this time, Brettingham used the same language for the nave of St Margaret; intelligently, because there was no liturgical imperative for the aisles, arcades and clerestory. The result is curiously modern, a smoothed-off Gothic with wide, languid arches and elephantine pillars. The lantern tower was removed, as was the spire on the south-west tower. Externally, that was pretty much it; the Victorians tarted up the transepts and removed a row of shops that had been built on to the north side (hence the curious north porch with its tall arch to the east). The clock on the south-west tower shows the time of high tides.

 

And so, to the inside. This is one of the most welcoming of all urban churches. It is open everyday, and the people greet you warmly as if they're really grateful that you've come; which they probably are, because Lynn is a socially deprived area and benefits from tourism when it can. There is a little cafe in the south transept where you can get a cup of tea and a bun. It is possible to enter from the north porch, which is done out really well in a full-on 1960s style in modern glass and slate. You certainly should not miss this, but for the full effect it is really important to enter St Margaret for the first time through the west doors. As you go in, notice on your right the markers that record successive town floods in the 19th and 20th centuries.

 

You step into a vastness that swallows all sound. The arcades stretch away into the distance like a forest glade, and you will see straight away that, as little as the Victorians found to do outside, no effort was spared by them internally to bring the church up to scratch. An acreage of shiny encaustic tiles spreads before you, and the windows to north and south are all full of Victorian glass, most of which depicts Saints, but only some of which is good, I'm afraid. George Gilbert Scott was responsible for the restoration of the nave, and the font is, again, not the best example of 19th century work, although it looks rather imposing on its high pedestal. However, be patient; the nave is not St Margaret's best feature.

Brettingham had raised the nave floor, and when Scott lowered it again he revealed the bases of the original pillars of the arcades, which are curiously elaborate, like elephants feet, under Brettingham's columns. The nave is a good place to wander; it is not a complex space, but each vista is pleasing, and some are of interest; note the way that the west end of the south aisle ends in a Norman arch, and you can see the roofline of the original Norman church above it. There is a massive Norman pillar and arch facing south from the base of the north-west tower. The soaring chancel arch is surmounted by a Charles II royal arms, which looks a little lost up there.

 

You step beneath the chancel arch and immediately it gets more complex and more interesting; you wonder at what must have been lost in the nave. Now the eye is drawn by Bodley's 1899 reredos, a glorious Flemish-style confection of angels and Saints. In such a large sanctuary it does not impose as it would in a smaller church, instead providing a backdrop to the complexities of the chancel. In the middle of the chancel is one of those big latten eagle lecterns with lion feet, so familiar from this part of Norfolk. This is the best of them, I think, being from the same workshop as the one at Redenhall. A modern sculpture of the Blessed Virgin and child has been intelligently placed to the north of the sanctuary. Again, the hugeness of the space means that nothing dominates, and allows you to take in the whole chancel with all its details.

 

Most striking of all is the clerestory. Unusually, it has a walkway within it, the inner pillars being 13th century and the exterior windows 15th century, so the arrangement must have existed from the start. The south chancel aisle extends to the east end, tapering slightly, while that to the north is truncated. The aisles are separated by some of the most elaborate screens in any Norfolk church, wonders of intricate and characterful carvings. In particular, the little figures that form the conceits of tiny corbels to the arcading. The best date from the early part of the 14th century. The capitals to the arcade are also full and elaborate, full of intricacies. Shadowy beyond, the chancel aisle chapels are secretive places, each furnished in a modern style for private prayer.

 

Ewan Christian was responsible for the 19th century restoration of the chancel, and it was much more successful than Scott's work in the nave; even the encaustic tiles lend a sympathetic rigor to the place, as if acknowledging that this is the business place of the church. There are reminders of the Priory status of St Margaret before the Reformation; return stalls with misericord seats fill the western part of the chancel. The best of the seat carvings features a mysterious green man, but all the heads are full of 14th century confidence.

 

Coming back into the crossing, there is another screen which is equally remarkable in its own way. This is across the north transept, which now houses the 1754 organ. The lower part consists of blank arcading, while above there are two levels of open arches. It is dated 1584, but as well as Thomas Gurlin, the mayor, who was perhaps the donor, it also records James I becoming king in 1603. The wood is a delicious chocolatey brown, as evocative of its age as the 14th century screen in the chancel.

 

East Anglia's two largest brasses are reset in the south chancel aisle. They date from the middle of the 14th century, immediately after the Black Death; they depict former mayor Adam of Walsoken, who was carried away by it, and Robert Braunche, who was himself mayor at the time. They are not English brasses, but Flemish, being uncut latten plates, and reflect Lynn's links with the continent. Each man is depicted with his two wives; either bigamy was a privilege extended to burgesses of 14th century ports, or the first died and each man then remarried. The plates are about two metres tall, and there are elaborate illustrations at the feet of the figures.

 

St Margaret is a pleasing church to visit; it is not a complicated building, but repays time spent poking into its corners. Peter and I were in here for nearly an hour without getting bored. As with many big, Victorianised buildings, there is not really much of an atmosphere; but unlike the Lavenhams of this world this is not a pompous building. It has a feel of the thousands of ordinary townspeople who have known it over the centuries as their church; less a matter of civic pride, than recalling busy lives lived in its shadows.

 

Simon Knott, November 2005

 

www.norfolkchurches.co.uk/lynnstmargaret/lynnstmargaret.htm

A question in orange...

Anther outlier. She should stick to the ranting, but, no, she has to ask questions of the audience. :)

 

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Dalia Sadany open question and answer session at PSED المهندسة داليا السعدنى تحاضر فى يوم هندسه بورسعيد يوم 25/11

question:

where do you get dragon milk?

answer:

short cows

Find the name of the bird that features in books, films and music

Do you prefer Samsung or Canon?

 

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Celebrities pose for photos and answer questions in the press room for the 2010 MuchMusic Video Awards.

 

Toronto, June 20, 2010.

 

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Manifestation - UNI.E.S. pour la Santé!

 

«Des manifestants réclament un réinvestissement en santé

 

À quelques jours de l'annonce du budget à Québec, des professionnels de la santé sont sortis dans les rues de Montréal samedi pour réclamer une répartition plus équitable des investissements dans le réseau public.

 

La marche, organisée par le regroupement des Médecins québécois pour un régime public (MQRP), qui avait aussi lancé une pétition en ligne il y a quelques semaines, a attiré une centaine de personnes qui se sont déplacées de la Place Émilie-Gamelin jusqu’au bureau du premier ministre Philippe Couillard, au centre-ville.

 

« Ce qu'on veut dire, c'est que l'argent est mal utilisé dans le système de santé. On ne devrait pas donner des augmentations aux médecins, mais utiliser l'argent pour améliorer les conditions de travail des travailleurs de la santé, surtout pour améliorer les soins aux patients », a présenté Isabelle Leblanc, présidente du regroupement MQRP.

 

Toutefois, même si Québec a accepté de revoir les conditions de travail des infirmières, la présidente de la Fédération interprofessionnelle de la santé, Nancy Bédard, ne crie pas victoire.

 

« Tant que les choses ne seront pas faites, y'a rien de réglé. On sait ce que c'est des promesses. On s'en fait dire, ça fait des années. Je pense que le message aujourd'hui doit être clair, on ne s’arrêtera pas, on ne se taira pas », dit-elle.

 

Selon Jacques Létourneau, président de la CSN, les solutions sont là : l’annulation des hausses salariales des médecins, la répartition plus « juste » des budgets ou encore réinvestir les sommes allouées. Il considère que le gouvernement n’en fait d’ailleurs pas assez et espère que cela changera dans le prochain budget.

 

Pas une question d’argent

 

Pour plusieurs de ces médecins, il ne s’agit pas d’une question d’argent, mais plutôt de s’assurer que tout fonctionne dans le système.

 

Lashanda Skerrit, une étudiante en médecine à l’Université McGill, explique que ce n’est pas l’argent qui lui a fait choisir ce domaine, mais bien la possibilité de servir les gens.

 

« Le fait qu’il y a des patients qui ne peuvent pas avoir certains services qui sont vraiment nécessaires à leurs besoins pendant qu’on donne plus d’argent aux médecins n’a pas vraiment de sens », relate-t-elle.

 

Hilah Silver, une infirmière de Montréal, pousse la réflexion plus loin. Pour elle, les médecins devraient aussi mettre de l’avant plus d’égalité entre les professionnels de la santé dans leur pratique.

 

« Nous sommes tous ici parce que nous croyons à un système public fort, plutôt qu’à nos propres salaires », dit-elle.»

 

Radio-Canada - 24 mars 2018

 

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Questions about dolls? See my FAQ!

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Yes, this is probably the bazillionth time you've all seen her. Well she was relisted TWICE on ebay and didn't sell, and now she's on etsy, which is where she'll stay until someone adopts her.

 

She's available at my etsy shop: www.etsy.com/listing/104294636/frankie-stein-monster-high...

As a part of the London Korean Film Festival 2012, director of 'A Muse', Jung Ji-Woo came to the screening to talk about his film in a Q&A session.

 

The programmer of the Busan International Film Festival, Jeon Chan-Il, also joined the Q&A. Director Jung talked about his filming style, his interpretation of the novel and Programmer Jeon shared his view of not just the film itself but how the film is viewed in various countries today and how the film portrays a different aspect from the original novel.

 

Although a lot of the people who came to the screening were skeptical about the plot at first, after watching the film, many mentioned that this film was the best they had seen from this year's festival.

Baltimore Alleyway

 

These are more from my ongoing HDR Series of photography. These are not completely finished. There is still some post production work that needs to be done - touching up edges, color correcting, etc. But I figured I would upload for a bit of feedback first. Also the titles used are more descriptions. Proper titles will be added later

 

The unfortunate thing is that you cannot get the full effect of the photos on a computer screen. When these are printed, they are printed on a Fuji metallic paper, which gives a nice metallic sheen to the print. They will be printed in two sizes - 20 X 30 Inches, and 30 X 40 Inches. At some point I will have these for purchase on my website, but if anyone has any questions, you can email me at info@workhorsevisuals.com or through my workhorsevisuals.com website

Question 1: Welcome back! It's now the official Year of Statistics! What data should the Library be analyzing this year?

Pic taken Wichita Mtns NWR

Question: What happens when the fish you catch is almost as big as your float tube? Answer: This picture of Gunther Van Ginneken illustrates that with this wells catfish caught recently in Belgium.

 

Photos Courtesy of:

www.americanlegacyfishing.com

One of the oldest questions in the sport of auto racing is if it is either a team or an individual sport? The correct answer is yes, to both. We know that there is no “I” in team, but the best drivers compete to be #1, which is what makes them the best drivers. Balancing the needs of the team and the personality of the driver behind the wheel is considered to be one of the most difficult jobs in all of professional sports. This Demo Day examined the challenges through the lens of four of the greatest team managers in the history of racing - Ferrari, Neubauer, Wyer, and Shelby. The featured cars for this Demo Day Included: the1933 Alfa Romeo 8C 2300 Monza, the 1964 Cobra Daytona Coupe, the 1958 Aston Martin DBR1, and the1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL.

Photo by Andrew Taylor

 

Spring Sitting - First Session of the 29th Legislature

 

June 16, 2015

Question: when are the bike racks getting installed??

 

Answer: very soon. but doubt they'll have spaces for the three dozen or more cyclist who stop by on their Highland Park Art Ride, see Bike Oven and BikeBoom for info.

A sign from the Riddler.....?

Oral Question Period on the first day of business for the Third Session of the 28th Legislature. November 18, 2014.

Asking questions of Google: can babies kick your ribs, kayak, can babies know when you are pregnant?

Questions or comments regarding this picture? Please contact Zack Warburg: zwarburg (at) gmail.com

I must credit Frippy with the headline.

 

This is the May '08 flyer for Drinks & Mortar.

 

For future reference, if you are ever in need of any Arch-ish kitsch, don't waste your time. Just go directly to Union Station. You will find what you need in under five minutes.

 

At the conclusion of this event, I intend to drink so much Bud Light that I pass out face down in a giant gooey butter cake. Go Cards!

 

Thanks to kash for the ups!

Capital Ideas members ask questions of Joel Wegner of Menutria, Meghan Dear of Localize and Deepak Gupta of LoginRadius at a Capital Ideas panel. It was held at the Edmonton Journal on July 16, 2014, and was moderated by Karen Unland.