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08/14/2010 -- I've been holding off on cutting my hair for quite some time. Like 2 days after Gunner was born (Feb. 19, 2009) I cut all my hair off to about this length! As of today.. it was almost to the top of my buttcrack (haha). It was getting rather thin toward the bottom & stringy, honestly. I got hot & irritable this morning while getting ready for work & being the amazing self-proclaimed BEAUTICIAN that I am, I cut my hair! Like I told a friend of mine, Alyssa, I've been cutting it since I can remember. I think I was 12 or 13 when I started cutting it! As long as it's either straightened, or FIXED wavy & not straight out of the shower, it looks good. Straight out of the shower, it curls up like horns on the sides of my forehead & I hate it, haha.. but it's always done that.
Anyway, I think it looks pretty good! Sean told me I need to start taking "prenatals because they make your hair grow" haha. He was so upset that I had cut it! But lord, prenatals? I'd end up pregnant when just trying to make my hair get longer! Lol. Either way, it'll grow back! :p
There are two main types of pieces in this vintage jigsaw - smooth and not smooth! When I flipped this jigsaw in the portapuzzle the beauty of the mahogany backed ply was revealed - along with the accurate line-cutting and the continuous cutting in the complex colour areas.
The pieces are generally quite large and completely filled my jigsafe (including the lid). The assembled jigsaw occupied most of a '1000pc portapuzzle'.
I started by working on all the complex pieces, by colour, which produced many 'islands'. Putting these 'islands' together with the more obvious smooth push-fit pieces led to the assembly of a good portion of the image as you can here. It was hard not to remember that the Puritan was sitting on a bench on the left, but I couldn't remember the order of the ladies by dress colour, or the order of their faces by the direction of their gazes or their hair colour. It was straightforward to work out once I'd started with the lady in pink.
Putting together the stringy bits of cobbles allowed the lower edge to be completed and located the Puritan's shoes, although I expected the stockings to be white. Finishing the cobbles gave me the outline of his legs so the whole black area I'd joined up went in. It was then simple to fill in the bench and white parts. The upper background slotted around the hair of the girl in turquoise. There wasn't much left at all then, but the line-cut push-fit areas were more tricky to assemble than the complex shapes.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
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This Lemon Garlic Double Cheese Stuffed Chicken is sure to be a new family favourite. There is something sooooo right about a chicken breast stuffed with cheese, am I right?
Also, the miracles of all miracles happened, the kids ate this chicken happily, which means that it’s going into the rotation permanently.
I mean, look at that cheese, you guys. There’s nothing that I love more than melting cheese. I’m serious. I will take it over chocolate!
Melty, tangy, stringy amazing cheese.
It doesn’t get better than cheese stuffed chicken.
Well, maybe add some bacon around it but that’s coming later on!
Now of course you can make this cheese stuffed chicken with other types of cheese, if you want. I DO suggest leaving the cream cheese in there though, the tanginess is absolutely divine! You can also put garlic in the middle with the cheese, the options are almost endless!
Happy cooking guys!
Love,
Karlynn
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Lemon Garlic Double Cheese Stuffed Chicken
Author: Karlynn Johnston
Prep Time: 15
Cook Time: 40
Total Time: 55 minutes
Yield: 4 servings
Category: dinner recipes
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Description
This easy to make and fresh tasting chicken breasts recipe will soon become a family favourite!
Ingredients
4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves
1/2 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, divided into 4 slices
4 slices of old cheddar cheese
4 tbsp chopped fresh chives/green onions
1/2 cup milk
3/4 cup Italian seasoned bread crumbs
1/4 cup grated Romano cheese
1 tbsp garlic powder
1/2 cup butter, melted
2 tablespoons lemon juice
sea salt and pepper, to taste
Instructions
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F. Spray a cooking sheet ( if desired, my cookie sheets are non-stick) with cooking spray.
Butterfly each breast by slicing in half horizontally through the center, cutting almost but not completely through.
Place one slice each of the old cheddar and the cream cheese in the center of each breast, top with 1 tbsp green onion and then close the top of the breast over it. Set aside.
Pout the milk into a small shallow bowl that you can fit the chicken in.
In a separate bowl, combine breadcrumbs, garlic and Romano cheese. Carefully dip each breast first in milk, then into the breadcrumb mixture, patting lightly to firmly coat. Get a good coating!
Try to tuck the edges under to close up the chicken breast and use a toothpick if you need to ( or three, I’m known to go crazy) to hold them together. The more you can get them closed, the less cheese you lose!
Melt the butter in a microwave safe measuring up, then add in the lemon juice.
Salt and pepper the breasts.
Bake in the preheated oven for 30-40 minutes, or until no longer pink in center and juices run clear.
Notes
Cooking time will depend on how thick the chicken breasts are.
4995.1 g935.4 mg33.3 g23 g27.1 g119.9 mg
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It occurs in cool, deep soiled, mostly mountainous areas to 1000 m altitude with high rainfall of over 1200 mm per year. They grow very quickly, at more than a metre a year, and can reach 65 metres in 50 years, with an average life-span of 400 years. The fallen logs continue supporting a rich variety of life for centuries more on the forest floor.
Unusually for a eucalypt, it tends not to recover by re-shooting after fire, and regenerates only from seed. The seeds are released from their woody capsules (gumnuts) by heat and for successful germination the seedlings require a high level of light, much more than reaches the forest floor when there is a mature tree canopy. Severe fires can kill all the trees in a forest, prompting a massive release of seed to take advantage of the nutrients in the ash bed. Seedling densities of up to 2.5 million per hectare have been recorded after a major fire. Competition and natural thinning eventually reduces the mature tree density to about 30 to 40 individuals per hectare. Because it takes roughly 20 years for seedlings to reach sexual maturity, repeated fires in the same area can cause local extinctions. If, however, no fires regenerate an area, the trees die off after about 400 years and are replaced by other species.
Eucalyptus regnans is the tallest of all flowering plants, and possibly the tallest of all plants, although no living specimens can make that claim. The tallest measured living specimen, named Centurion, stands 99.6 metres tall in Tasmania.
Historically, the tallest individual is claimed to be the Ferguson Tree, at 132.6 metres, found in the Watts River region of Victoria in 1871 or 1872. This record is often disputed as unreliable, despite first-hand documentary evidence of it being measured on the ground with surveyor's tape by a senior forestry official (see below). Widespread agreement exists, however, that an exceptionally tall individual was reliably measured at 112.8 metres by theodolite in 1880 by a surveyor, George Cornthwaite, at Thorpdale, Victoria (the tree is known both as the Cornthwaite or Thorpdale Tree). When it was felled in 1881, Cornthwaite remeasured it on the ground by chain at 114.3 metres.[4] The stump was commemorated with an plaque that exists today. That tree was about 1 metre shorter than the world's current tallest living tree, a Coast Redwood, 115.55 metres.
The tallest specimens of this and many other species encountered by early European settlers are now dead as a result of bushfires, logging and advanced age.
© Andrew Fuller. This image remains the property of Andrew Fuller, and as such, may not be used or reproduced in any form, in part or in whole, without my prior, express permission.
[syn. Mariscus javanicus]
Polynesian Names: ʻAhuʻawa (Hawaiʻi); ʻEhuʻawa (Hawaiʻi), Mahele (ʻUvea); Māhelehele (Tonga); Māselehele (Futuna); Mauku tatau tai (Cook Islands); Moʻu haʻari (Society Islands); Mouku (Marquesas); Mouʻu (Austral Islands, Marquesas); Selesele (Samoa)
Cyperaceae
Indigenous to the Hawaiian Islands
Oʻahu (Cultivated)
Early Hawaiians pounded stems of ʻahuʻawa until they were only fibers and used them as strainers for ʻawa or niu (coconut), and as cordage. Fibers soaked for a few hours to free pulp, dried in the sun for a day or two, and then could be used. The fibers were very durable lasting two years or more. The cordage was used for cords (hāwele) or nets (kōkō puʻupuʻu) designed to carry ʻumeke (food or water containers).
The stringy fibers were also made into brushes to paint color onto tapa.
The leaves and seed/fruit were used in lei.
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Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
" We descended and entered. Within the church, long rows of fluted columns, like huge monuments, divided the building into broad aisles, and on the figured pavement fell many a soft blush from the painted windows above. I knew the church was very large, but I could not fully appreciate its great size until I noticed that the men standing far down by the altar looked like boys, and seemed to glide, rather than walk. We loitered about gazing aloft at the monster windows all aglow with brilliantly colored scenes in the lives of the Saviour and his followers. Some of these pictures are mosaics, and so artistically are their thousand particles of tinted glass or stone put together that the work has all the smoothness and finish of a painting. We counted sixty panes of glass in one window, and each pane was adorned with one of these master achievements of genius and patience.
The guide showed us a coffee-colored piece of sculpture which he said was considered to have come from the hand of Phidias, since it was not possible that any other artist, of any epoch, could have copied nature with such faultless accuracy. The figure was that of a man without a skin; with every vein, artery, muscle, every fiber and tendon and tissue of the human frame represented in minute detail. It looked natural, because somehow it looked as if it were in pain. A skinned man would be likely to look that way unless his attention were occupied with some other matter. It was a hideous thing, and yet there was a fascination about it some where. I am very sorry I saw it, because I shall always see it now. I shall dream of it sometimes. I shall dream that it is resting its corded arms on the bed's head and looking down on me with its dead eyes; I shall dream that it is stretched between the sheets with me and touching me with its exposed muscles and its stringy cold legs." --- Mark Twain
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Octocoral - Victorgorgia nuttingi? - with green stringy material overlying.
Image ID: expn7410, Voyage To Inner Space - Exploring the Seas With NOAA Collection
Photo Date: 2016 0618 041351Z
Credit: NOAA Okeanos Explorer Program, 2016 Deepwater Exploration of the Marianas, Leg 3
Eucalyptus regnans, known variously as mountain ash, swamp gum, or stringy gum, is a species of Eucalyptus native to Tasmania and the state of Victoria in southeastern Australia. It is one of the tallest flowering plants and the third tallest tree in the world, the tallest being the coast redwood (Sequoia sempervirens) of North America. A straight-trunked tree with smooth grey bark, but with a stocking of rough brown bark from 5 to 20 metres (16 ft 5 in to 65 ft 7 in) above the ground, it regularly grows to 85 metres (280 ft), with the tallest living specimen, the Centurion in Tasmania, standing 100.5 metres (330 feet) tall.[1] White flowers appear in autumn. Victorian botanist Ferdinand von Mueller described the species in 1871.
Eucalyptus regnans grows in pure stands in tall wet forest, sometimes with rainforest understorey, in temperate areas receiving over 1,200 millimetres (47 in) of rainfall a year, on deep loam soils. A large number of the trees have been logged, including those higher than trees of any species now living. One specimen over 132 metres (433 ft) high was recorded in Victoria. Although it is often killed by bushfire, Eucalyptus regnans regenerates from seed and has a lifespan of several hundred years. Mature Eucalyptus regnans-dominated forests have been found to store more carbon than any other forest known. Also known in the timber industry as Tasmanian oak, E. regnans is logged for its wood, and grown in plantations in New Zealand and Chile as well as Australia.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
I think this is called an aeonium succulent plant. This thing is wild and I love to watch it grow. Up close this looks like something out of Jurassic Park to me. This tiny stringy vines are reaching for the ground and taking root.
Best birthday present ever: Marc Jacobs’ citrus magnolia cotton voile flutter ruffle babydoll from resort 2011, look #20. Stringy metallic bow at neck & pleated hem/bodice with buttoned back; worn with gold knot belt. A frock for flying through fields: Sheep Meadow (the grassiest spot in Central Park) or Renoir’s painting, In the Meadow, where waves of sunrise wash his landscape the same shades as this dress… Fashionshesays.com.
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Everyone knows that you don't pay more than AUD4 for pizzas at Bimbo Deluxe.
Dine at the appropriate hour and you'll be rewarded with AUD4 pizzas. Even at double the price, the pizzas are deliciously good and value for money. And we haven't even moved onto the crazy flavoured vodkas, sunny upstairs patio, grungy lounge, and wackily themed music nights!
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Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
" We descended and entered. Within the church, long rows of fluted columns, like huge monuments, divided the building into broad aisles, and on the figured pavement fell many a soft blush from the painted windows above. I knew the church was very large, but I could not fully appreciate its great size until I noticed that the men standing far down by the altar looked like boys, and seemed to glide, rather than walk. We loitered about gazing aloft at the monster windows all aglow with brilliantly colored scenes in the lives of the Saviour and his followers. Some of these pictures are mosaics, and so artistically are their thousand particles of tinted glass or stone put together that the work has all the smoothness and finish of a painting. We counted sixty panes of glass in one window, and each pane was adorned with one of these master achievements of genius and patience.
The guide showed us a coffee-colored piece of sculpture which he said was considered to have come from the hand of Phidias, since it was not possible that any other artist, of any epoch, could have copied nature with such faultless accuracy. The figure was that of a man without a skin; with every vein, artery, muscle, every fiber and tendon and tissue of the human frame represented in minute detail. It looked natural, because somehow it looked as if it were in pain. A skinned man would be likely to look that way unless his attention were occupied with some other matter. It was a hideous thing, and yet there was a fascination about it some where. I am very sorry I saw it, because I shall always see it now. I shall dream of it sometimes. I shall dream that it is resting its corded arms on the bed's head and looking down on me with its dead eyes; I shall dream that it is stretched between the sheets with me and touching me with its exposed muscles and its stringy cold legs." --- Mark Twain
In Batman Returns, the Penguin was portrayed by Danny DeVito. Director Tim Burton, inspired by the film The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, re-imagined the character not as an eloquent gentleman of crime, but a physically deformed 33-year old lunatic with a childhood trauma. While this Penguin retained a number of trademarks, particularly the variety of trick umbrellas and the use of a monocle, he was given a huge visual makeover. His hands were now flippers, with a thumb and index finger, and the remaining three fingers fused together. Where the comic version had varied between a full head of hair and varying degrees of thinning, this Penguin was bald, with his remaining length of hair long and stringy. Instead of a tuxedo, he wore a more gothic, Victorian-style outfit, with a jabot as opposed to a bow tie.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Bok choy with shiitakes.
Notes: The shiitakes were nice and beefy. The bok choy, nice and crispy, although the dark green leafy tops (buried under the mound of black mushrooms) were bit old and tough (read: stringy). The sauce was nice, if not a bit overwhelming. I prefer bok choy stir-fried simply with garlic better.
Octocoral - Paragorgia sp.- with green stringy material
Image ID: expn7398, Voyage To Inner Space - Exploring the Seas With NOAA Collection
Photo Date: 2016 0618 004420Z
Credit: NOAA Okeanos Explorer Program, 2016 Deepwater Exploration of the Marianas, Leg 3
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
For years, Stephen Hawking (and Hartle) has been applying the No Boundary Proposal,
Or the idea that the universe can have a beginning, and end, yet still exist forever.
I will call that the cyclic universe and for symmetry reasons the cyclic multiverse. HOW?
The Beginning and End of Time.
Multiverse cycle time versus quantities of real (SM) particles, Dark Matter Black Hole (BH) nuclear particles and dual oscillating Dark Energy Higgs /Casimir field particles.
The entangled cyclic Multiverse depicted as continuous flow of increasing and decreasing numbers of Higgs particles located inside Dark Matter Black Hole Nuclei, or free oscillating in the vacuum lattice or derived as real SM particles.
A= The End of Time of the former multiverse.
All SM (StandardModel) particles equipped with internal pressurized tension are located inside the Big Crunch Black Hole Nucleus, compressed by the decreasing- pressure and number of the oscillating Higgs /Casimir vacuum particles, with the Big Bang explosion as result.
B= The beginning of Time and expansion by Big Crunch/ Big Bang Nucleus splitting into primordial BHs into a fractal shaped Lyman Alpha forest, the start of pairing and plasma forming dual Herbig Haro BH hotspots with bullet stars in between, forming galaxies by a fast Super Nova proces. Primordial BHs partly evaporate into the Dark Energy Higgs field.
C= The start of the Multiverse vacuum contraction due to vacuum absorbtion by the growing numbers of dark matter (Supernova) black holes.
The HUBBLE REDSHIFT is supposed to be A SIDE EFFECT of proliferated dark matter black holes of various sizes ABSORBING and DILUTING the Higgs vacuum lattice, the origin of local variable PLANCK lengths and LIGHTSPEED.
Examples are (star-)sunspot BHs– Cometary nuclear BHs, DUAL Herbig Haro BHs as presursors of SABHs and GABHs ( Stellar- or Galaxy Anchor BHs).
D= The total number of particles during the cyclic process is constant!
According to the Quantum Function Follows Form model.
See: tudelft.academia.edu/LeoVuyk/Papers
Extract of the Quantum Function Follows Form model.
1: Black holes are the same as Dark Matter, they all consume photons, even gravitons and the Higgs field, but REPEL all infalling Fermions at a new Repulsion horizon . Positron electron pairs are produced with only few annihilation effects due to merging of positrons with Gluons into positive charged Quarks, located at the inside leaving the electrons at the outside of a globular plasma shell around the BH.
2: Dark Energy is the oscillating ( Casimir) energy of the Higgs Field equipped with a tetrahedron lattice structure and variable Planck length, which is increased around black holes by the Higgs field absorption of the BH.
3: Quantum Gravity = Dual Push gravity= Attraction (Higgs-Casimir pressure opposing Graviton pressure).
4: The Big Bang is a Splitting dark matter Big Bang Black Hole (BBBH), splitting into smaller Primordial Big Bang Splinters (PBBS) forming the Fractal Lyman Alpha forest and evaporating partly into a zero mass energetic oscillating Higgs particle based Higgs field.
5: Dual PBBSs hotspots, produce central plasma concentration in electric Herbig Haro systems as a base for star formation in open star clusters even as a start for primordial Spiral Galaxies and galaxy clusters.
6: Spiral Galaxies will keep both Primordial Dark Matter Black Holes as Galaxy Anchor Black Holes (GABHs) connected by dual jets at long distance: (Milky Way= 27k Light years, based on recent observation)
7: After Galaxy Merging, these GABHs are the origin of
Galaxy- and Magnetic field complexity and newly formed dwarf galaxies in between GABHs
8: Black Holes produce Plasma direct out of the Higgs field by pair production. Two high energy Higgs particles ( by fluctuations at BH horizons) are convertible into symmetric electron and positron (or even dual quark-) propellers.
9: The chirality of the (Left Handed spiralling) vacuum lattice is the origin our material universe. Consequently A; propeller shaped positrons merge preferentially first with gluons to form (u) Quarks to form Hydrogen, B: neutrinos are always left handed .
10: The first Supernovas produce medium sized electric dark matter Black Holes as the base for secondary electric Herbig Haro systems the base for open star clusters.
11: ALL Dark Matter Black Holes are supposed to be CHARGE SEPARATORS with internal positive charge and an external globular shell of negative charged Quark electron plasma. Even interference black holes (Ball lightning- Comets and Sunspots) seem to have the same qualities.
12: The light speed is related to gravity fields like the earth with long extinction distances to adapt with the solar gravity field both acting as reference frames. (See radar reflection anomaly on Venus)
13. Quantum FFF Theory states that the “raspberry shaped multiverse” is symmetric and instant entangled down to the smallest quantum level. Also down to living and dying Schroedinger CATS.
14 Large Primordial Big Bang Splinters (PBBS) are responsible for the creation of the Lyman Alpha forest structure and first spiral galaxy forming of the universe, but they seem to be also responsible for the implosion of the universe by the absorption of the Higgs field, in the form of Galaxy Anchor Black Holes (GABHs) located mainly outside galaxies. see: (See Quasisoft Chandra sources)
15, As a consequence of 12-14, Time is always local time in combination with cyclic period time of the multiverse.
16, If our material universes has a chiral left handed oscillating Higgs field, then our material Right Handed DNA helix molecule could be explained.
However it also suggests that in our opposing symmetric ANTI-MATERIAL entangled neighbour universe the DNA helix should have a Left handed spiral.
According to Max Tegmark: in an entangled multiverse we may ask: is there COPY PERSON over there, who is reading the same lines as I do?
If this COPY person is indeed living over there, then even our consciousness should be shared in a sort of entangled DEMOCRATIC form.
Then we are not alone with our thoughts and doubts, see:
Democratic Free Will in the instant Entangled Multiverse.
17, All particles and waves should be entangled with anti-copy particles and Higgs field based waves in our opposing anti universes.
Then wave particle duality and the so called one particle double slit interference could be explained by accepting that real shaped 3D photon particles only exist in their function of Gluons. However Gluons should transfer form information to the oscillating luminiferous Higgs field ether, within about 1 cm distance from a fermion.(see: Babock and Bergman anomaly,1964)
18, Different elementary particles have different qualities by their different complex stringy shape. Leptons and Quarks have a propeller shape with left or right handed pitch creating charge difference. Gluons, Photons and Neutrino particles have no pitch.
20 All particles can be converted to one or more Higgs particles, Lepto Quarks can be compound particles.
21 All particles are assumed to be present as Higgs particles already in the cyclic Big Bang Black Hole (BBBH) after the former multiverse has collapsed into a Big Crunch Black Hole.
22, We seem to live inside one material universal bubble of an instant entangled (Charge Parity Time) CPT symmetric raspberry bubble multiverse. Each quantum jump or wave function collapse or human choice is guided by this instant entanglement at long distant.
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Lobster tail poached in clarified butter. The shellfish is served on a bed of English peas and white onion. The dish is sauced with a sweet carrot broth.
Taste: I really loved this dish. The butter poached lobster tail was nice and plump, not stringy or tough at all. The peas were nice and firm, yet not raw-tasting. The best part was the sweet carrot broth, which added an earthy sweetness that really played off nicely against the sweetness of the lobster meat itself.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
Physocarpus capitatus—Ninebark. Bark becomes stringy with age. Found streamside and other wet places in the Sierras and coastal California north to British Columbia and Alaska.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER by
Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson
THERE was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up—
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony—three parts thoroughbred at least—
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry—just the sort that won’t say die—
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, “That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop—lad, you’d better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you.”
So he waited sad and wistful—only Clancy stood his friend —
“I think we ought to let him come,” he said;
“I warrant he’ll be with us when he’s wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred.
“He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko’s side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse’s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen.”
So he went — they found the horses by the big mimosa clump —
They raced away towards the mountain’s brow,
And the old man gave his orders, ‘Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills.’
So Clancy rode to wheel them—he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, “We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side.”
When they reached the mountain’s summit, even Clancy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold their breath,
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat—
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.
He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill,
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
I was tagged by Connie to post a picture at least three years old.
In 2005 Paradise Galleries sold two dolls with genuine Kish heads on cheap cloth bodies for around $25 each. I removed their horrid eyelashes, replaced their stringy wigs, and did minor touch-ups on the faces. My husband restrung the heads on Hopscotch Hill School bodies. I still have these plus a couple others on Betsy McCall bodies, which look like younger siblings.
For our Breakfast on Wednesday 04th-June-2025 a visit to our local Wetherspoons was made for Breakfast .
My choice was their Traditional Breakfast with two extra slices of Black Pudding . They have chan the Bacon to a much inferior product , which is almost transparent and “stringy” , not at all good . .
Done inh Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
Deep within the crumbling stone corridors of a forgotten crypt, it stirs. A figure draped in darkness, fused with death, and shaped by curses older than memory.
With pallid, corpse-like skin stretched over a grotesque frame, the creature looms in silence. Its skeletal face is locked in a perpetual, blood-stained snarl, rows of serrated fangs glistening in the candlelight.
Long, stringy black hair hangs like rotted strands over its shoulders. Its torso is laced with open red-veined wounds and scars that seem to pulse with cursed energy. Gothic black armor, etched with bone-like patterns, clings to its limbs, and a belt of skulls binds it to its macabre identity.
In this ancient crypt, it does not guard the dead — it is the death that guards.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Emu Bottom Homestead is a historic homestead near Sunbury, in Victoria. Built around 1836, Emu Bottom is the oldest existing farmhouse constructed by settlers in Victoria. It was so named because it was on low lying ground which was the haunt of numerous emus. The main homestead and some of its outlying buildings were constructed from local stone, dry coursed with creek mud and stringy bark.
Emu Bottom is also a rare example of early Australian colonial architecture, with its twelve paned deeply recessed windows recalling the old world, whilst the homestead was also intelligently adapted to the new harsh Australian environment with its wide verandas and easterly aspect.
The building of Emu Bottom homestead commenced circa 1836. George Evans (1785 – 1876), who had arrived on the Schooner Enterprise from Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania) in 1835, settled near modern day Sunbury. Emu Bottom, later called Emu Vale, was occupied by George Evans, by squatting license, as one of many large squatting runs on Crown Land. In 1843, George Evans, then aged fifty-eight, married eighteen year old Anne Holden. Six children were born from the union and grew up at the homestead. After 1851, many squatting runs, including Emu Bottom, became available for outright purchase. To George Evans' dismay, “his” run was purchased by the immensely wealthy pastoralist W. J. T. Clarke. The homestead block of 640 acres stayed with George Evans, but this was hardly viable. In about 1860, George Evans leased the property and moved to operate the Royal Oak Hotel in Queen Street in central Melbourne. He died in Melbourne in 1876, but his family eventually returned to Emu Bottom. In 1916 the last of Evans’ son’s died and the property passed through several owners, being renamed “Holly Green.”
In 1968, the property was purchased by the current owners, and Holly Green was completely restored and was given back its original - if perhaps less poetic - name. During restoration, several discoveries were made including the original kitchen fireplace and oven, as well as some artifacts. Today the homestead and surrounds are managed as a reception centre.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
Tuesday morning sunshine was streaming through the skylight portion of the bowed roof on the Jacobson Exhibition Center at the Iowa State Fairgrounds. Melting snow slid off the massive building’s edges in big chunks as a fleet of school buses began arriving from all corners of the district to deliver an elite force of middle school musicians.
They came to rehearse for last night’s All-City Middle School Music Festival. Besides the musicians a gallery of visual art was arranged for display in the building lobby. The annual fine arts event is a generous gift to DMPS from former school board member Marjorie Spevak that she just keeps on giving. You’ve probably heard the term student-athletes? Mrs. Spevak makes a regular point of honoring student-artists.
The musicians were divvied into a choir, a band and an orchestra and assigned separate practice spaces.
The band settled in at the Jacobson Center and after a rowdy arrival that was a mix of middle school hijinks and random, brassy tooting everyone got down to business under the direction of Richard Thimmesch, Director of Bands at Grandview University. Same thing next door with the singers where Stephen Sieck, Co-Director of Choirs at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, blended a strong, choral voice out of the 168 squeaky, changing ones that got off the bus sounding more like the moo-sic that’s heard in that 4H building every August. Meanwhile, Joshua Reznicow, Director of Orchestral Activities for the Linn-Mar Community School District, was working his magic with the stringy warm-up bleats coming from the Walnut Center, up near the sheep barns.
All told, nearly 400 kids from eleven schools were selected by their music teachers to participate. They’d all been practicing the program selections at their home schools since the 2nd semester began in January so they came well-prepared. But until yesterday many of them had never met one another, let alone played together. As they tumbled off the buses, most no bigger than a cello, clad in hoodies and tennis shoes and lugging their instruments and a change of clothes, the cavernous venue looked too big for them. Each school’s delegation arrived and improvised campsite in a corner where backpacks and other gear were stowed.
By the time they broke for dinner each of the three ensembles was ready. They ate and horsed around. Then they changed into their blacks-and-whites. And finally, after weeks of separate practice, school-by-school; and one long crash, mass rehearsal, they made music together – enough to fill that big barn of a recital hall and then some.
Ryan Rowley is the district’s Fine Arts Coordinator; the DMPS Music Man, you could say. And he orchestrated quite a show last night, as per tradition. There weren’t seventy-six trombones (only seven) or a parade. But there were rows and rows of virtuosos and horns of every shape and size, etc. Yes folks, we got music, lots of it, right here in River City. Thanks to Spevak. That starts with ‘S’ and that stands for SCHOOLS!
Outside on the Jacobson Center entrance plaza is a sign that proclaims BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE. It wasn’t put there with this specific event in mind. But it might as well have been.
From Wikipedia:
Eucalyptus regnans, known variously by the common names Mountain Ash, Victorian Ash, Swamp Gum, Tasmanian Oak or Stringy Gum, is a species of Eucalyptus native to southeastern Australia, in Tasmania and Victoria. It is known to attain heights over 100 metres and is described as the tallest of the flowering plants.