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They must think that drinking a brew or two beside their friends will not transmit CORONA-19 because they're outside. I’d be interested to know if any of them become infected. Sure enough, the number of cases spiked directly in relation to the temporary relaxation of restrictions.
In the Toronto Star the very next day:
The Star: The COVID-19 trend in Ontario is troubling. Bars and gyms might be the problem
The COVID-19 trend in Ontario is troubling. Bars and gyms might be the problem
The Goodlife Fitness on Yonge St. opened on July 31, to lines of fit patrons waiting to get back in the gym. While there haven’t been dramatic spikes in daily COVID-19 cases in Ontario, biostatistician Ryan Imgrund. says a string of steady increases since the Phase 3 reopening of places such as bars and gyms is cause for concern.
Read in The Star: apple.news/AipyI_hvqTbebHtgZYo74GQ
By May Warren - Staff Reporter
The COVID-19 trend in Ontario is troubling. Bars and gyms might be the problem
Sat Aug 22 18:24:00 EDT 2020
The “steady” growth in COVID-19 infections province-wide has one expert who keeps a close eye on the trends concerned.
While there haven’t been dramatic spikes in daily case counts, the increases have been consistent “for a prolonged amount of time,” said Ryan Imgrund, a biostatistician at Newmarket’s Southlake Regional Health Centre.
“That’s where I get worried.”
Imgrund has been tracking the effective reproduction number — known as Rt, or how many others a person with COVID will typically infect — for Ontario throughout the pandemic.
This number fluctuates over time, depending on behaviour such as social distancing and mask use. Without any of this, the reproduction rate of COVID-19 is somewhere between two and four.
It should be below one in order to keep infections low.
Since July 29, the Rt in the province has jumped from 0.8 to 1.35, said Imgrund, who calculates it based on the daily case tallies and the dates they are passed on from one person to the next.
“It’s increased almost every single day. There was a little dip around Aug. 8 to Aug. 10, but it has been pretty much above one since Aug. 5,” he said.
“That does concern me.”
Ontario reported 108 new cases Saturday, a 0.3 per cent increase, with one new death and almost 29,000 tests processed. Twenty-seven of the province’s health units reported five cases or fewer, with 16 reporting none, tweeted Health Minister Christine Elliott. That’s down from 131 reported cases on Friday, a spike the province blamed on a data reporting gap from some health units.
But when the Rt is above one for more than a week or so, it indicates “more of an actual trend” rather than “a fluke,” said Imgrund. It’s hard to know where this is coming from, but it could be tied to new infections around Phase 3 reopenings of places such as bars and gyms.
“If we continue to see it tick up, we need to start to make some other choices possibly at that time, which may include shutting down some of the more higher-risk things that we have allowed to open,” he said, “such as bars and maybe gyms, too, that don’t have the proper precautions around masking when doing heavy cardio.”
The province’s new cases now seem to be clustered in a few urban centres, including Ottawa and Waterloo, instead of more rural pockets where they were a few weeks ago, Imgrund said.
Toronto’s Rt is at 1.08, and has been above one since Tuesday, he said. There were 41 new cases reported by Toronto Public Health in the city Friday and 19 on Saturday.
“Toronto seems to be following along with what’s happening at the provincial level, whereas the hardest-hit region in the GTA seems to be Peel,” Imgrund added.
Peel has a Rt of 0.97, “but a lot of the cases have been a lot more recent in terms of symptom onset,” he said. In the last 24 hours there’s been 30 new cases there, according to the local public health unit.
“That is definitely the most troubling region I’ve seen in the GTA.”
Peel Public Health staff said in an email that they have “seen case numbers slightly increase recently, and any increase is concerning.” However, they continue to monitor various indicators in a weekly report and “it is positive to note that we have not seen a paralleled increase in severe cases.”
They attribute the uptick to social gatherings such as BBQs and backyard parties. They’ve also seen an increased number of new cases related to travel, “which is worth a reminder to those leaving their region, and leaving Ontario, to be extra vigilant.”
Asked about concern over the increase in the daily case count on Friday, Dr. Christine Navarro, associate medical officer of health for Toronto, said in an email that “some daily variability in reported cases is expected and can reflect lab testing patterns (both when people choose to get tested and how and when labs collect and run their tests) and likely represents infections that were acquired over many different days.”
The agency watches for patterns closely, but “considers a seven-day moving average as a better reflection of any concerning trend. We encourage the public to follow the additional indicators we are monitoring on our COVID-19 Monitoring Dashboard,” she added.
According to that dashboard the seven-day moving average for new cases is a positive “green” at 23, as is the overall current status for the city, which includes other indicators including hospitalizations and institutional outbreaks.
The seven-day average was up provincially, as of Friday, to 102 cases and 0.9 deaths per day by the Star’s count.
Most of the province’s new cases Saturday (44) were in younger people (ages 20 to 29). Earlier this past week, Mayor John Tory told reporters that the average age of those infected has shifted to 39 in the last two weeks, compared to 52 for the duration of the pandemic so far.
“The proportion of cases among those who are less than 19 years of age and those 20 to 29 years of age has increased significantly in the last few weeks,” he said, urging younger people to take the threat seriously and remember they are not “immortal” or “invincible.”
On Friday, Tory joined mayors from across the GTA and Hamilton in issuing a warning to Gen Zers and millennials to continue to follow public health advice, social distance and wear masks.
It’s very rare for a young person to die or have serious complications from the virus, but it can happen.
In Montreal, a 19-year-old who was identified Saturday in multiple media reports as Don Béni Kabangu Nsapu, a healthy high school athlete, became that province’s first under-20 victim.
With files from David Rider and Ed Tubb
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because how are you supposed to make it to brunch if you don't have your coffee first?
macchiato & donut bagel (which wasn't as good as i expected.. which was basically a bagel-sized donut.)
ahh my first roll of slide film! that is some finicky stuff. definitely see where the love/hate relationship comes from.
This is MacDonald Drive Junior High, which I attended for Grades 7 to 9, from September 1997 to June 2000. Yes, that gives away my age, but that's okay, because everyone has an age, and everyone gets old. Even you!
Like my pictures of PWC, looking at this picture beings back memories of where I was in life, and what I was doing.
When I started at MacDonald Drive, the relentless teasing I endured as the class bully victim during Grades 5 and 6 dropped off quite a bit. It could be because I physically outgrew most of my bullies, or it could be because they got more mature. Probably a combination. In junior high, I made some new friendships, especially with kids who came from other schools (in Newfoundland, elementary schools finish at Grade 6, and several elementary schools fed into bigger junior high schools). Most of my friends were social outcasts of sorts, who lived in lower-income neighborhoods, and I was still known as the rich kid. So that made for an issue with my parents. I've been working with drug addicts, alcoholics, and homeless people for almost five years now, so I guess the need to keep company with other rich people never stuck with me.
For the record, I wasn't rich, but Newfoundland was not a wealthy province when I was growing up, and so a doctor's family could be considered well-off.
In Grade 9, one of my classmates said to me "You live in like, Buckingham Palace, but you dress like a dirtbag". I find that funny now, because it was kind of true. I didn't have a clue about "how not to look like a clueless 13-year-old dork" at the time. I wore sweatpants to school until probably Grade 7. I would still wear tube socks pulled all the way up in gym class. In the last several years, I've made a lot more effort to make my clothes look decent together, because I was made fun of for my clothes during a formative period of my life.
While in Grade 7 at MacDonald Drive, I developed an eating disorder of sorts, not based on fear of weight gain, but on fear of choking. I ended up losing a bunch of weight, which I'm certain has affected my adult height to an extent. It was a very stressful experience for several years until I got fed up with it when I was 17 and quickly forced myself to eat almost normally again. But I can't change the past.
Actually, my OCD tendencies in late teenagehood also came to an abrupt almost end when I got fed up with their control over my life. So that's really two examples of being able to take control after being fed up with bullshit for long enough.
Aaaaanyway...
MacDonald Drive is also where I was when Pokémon hit, the first time. I played Pokémon Blue all summer around 1998, and of course during the school year. A friend and I once tried to independently count all 150 Pokémon in class, to see who could count more. The details are fading now because it was so long ago, but yeah...good times.
This was also a time of great blossoming in my pubertal years, and yeah I said it, because if you're reading this, you experienced the same thing. I first started "noticing" my female classmates in Grade 6, and by junior high I was in full "noticing them all the time" mode, with their short-shorts in summer, and anyway, some details are better left unsaid.
I remember going up those stairs on the left. The main staff entrance was behind the spruce tree; to the right, just inside the door, was the main office. The bus entrance, where I usually went in, was around the right; you can see it in the previous picture with the field in the foreground.
One or two of the windows on the second floor above the entrance was my Grade 7 homeroom; room 222 with Mr. Hewlett. The second-floor corner classroom on the right, above that shrub, was my Grade 7 English classroom, with Mrs. Clarke, who used to refer to her "hot little hands" when compelling us to hand in our homework.
The classroom behind it at the far corner, I believe, is where I had my Grade 9 Math class with Mrs. Drover. Or maybe it was Grade 8. One of those two classes was in another room at the back of the building.
The classrooms below on the ground floor are where I had my science classes with Mme. Brunet, all three years. Of all the teachers who are still there after all these years, she's still teaching, as well as Mr. Connolly, who was my Grade 8 homeroom teacher, and Mrs. Drover.
Anyway, that's enough for now!
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I use the quotations because, technically, they are not hiding anything nor smuggling illegal substances. They are merely making money off the population in China who no longer trust their food supply.
This is the Sheung Shui Station, the last stop before the Hong Kong-China border. There are so many people here because the Chinese Chinese (Chinese nationals from China) don't trust their food supply system (with very good reasons). There have been too many cases of contaminated food, fake food, food made with deadly chemicals and food made with rotten meats etc. So what do the millions of Chinese who live along the Hong Kong border do?
They cross the Hong Kong-Chinese border several times a day to bring Hong Kong food into China, then sell it at a huge profits. This is because food inspection in Hong Kong is much more reliable and stringent. Hong Kong food is "HOT," strangely.
The situation has gotten so bad, particularly for baby powdered milk that, Hong Kong's local population often finds empty shelves when they go shopping. The Hong Kong government had to introduce legislation to restrict the export of powdered milk at the land border controls.
Crazy and sad (that the Chinese cannot even eat safe and healthy food) : (
Other than food, they also bring over hair shampoo, vitamin supplements, skin lotion, and cosmetic supplies for the ladies.
www.dw.de/hong-kong-fights-a-battle-to-save-its-baby-milk...
“Because all gave some, and some gave all.”
Celebrate the special connection that General Logan has to Memorial Day in Logan Circle on Monday, May 30th at 1:00pm
Monday’s program, starting at 1:00pm, includes a wreath-laying ceremony with the Honorable Eric Fanning, Logan Circle neighbor and newly appointed Secretary of the Army; and live musical performances by the Washington Capitals’ Bob McDonald and the Brassivity Brass Quintet.
Memorial Day is a day of thanks for the valor of others, a day to remember the splendor of America and those who are at rest. It’s a day to be with the family and remember. We encourage our friends and neighbors to bring a blanket and picnic lunch for you and your family, including those with four legs, to this year’s annual Logan Circle Memorial Day Observance.
See: www.anc2f.org/blog/2016/05/26/memorial-day-celebration-in...
I never study a church before I go, maybe that's a fault on my part because I might miss something important and so have to go back. But for me, it's the wonder as you walk through the porch or door into the church, not knowing what to expect.
St Mary's looks like a typical Suffolk church from the outside, nice proportioned tower, good quality flint knapping. And yet once you enter, your breath is taken away by the glorious restored ceiling.
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It is not easy to find Huntingfield; even the signposts do not bear its name until you are within the parish boundary. Yet this shallow valley, divided by the infant river Blyth, with church and parsonage on one bank and manor house on the other, has been owned by some notable families in England's history.
The church is a Grade 1 Listed Building, largely due to its amazing Victorian painted ceiling.
The existing church certainly dates from the 11th century but there are signs that there had been a chapel here long before.
Some fragments of carved stones are set into the wall of the tower. At the beginning of this century they were turned up by a ploughman in a field called 'Chapel Field', a little to the south of the present church. They are fragments from a Saxon stone coffin and standing cross of the 10th century, long since disappeared.
The oldest part of the church is the wall between the nave and the north aisle which was the solid outer wall of the original twelfth century church. That church would have been small and dark, the whole building probably standing within the area of the present nave. The light would have come from small high windows of which one still remains above the two round-headed arches.
This wall has been altered at least twice. It was first broken through when the north aisle was built, and again in the nineteenth century when the arches were given their present 'Norman' curves. That first church was built by the family who took their name from the village and lived in the manor for 250 years, the Lords de Huntingfield.
The chancel was added in the thirteenth century.
By the end of the fourteenth, the south side of the nave had been altered and both aisles had been built in the fashionable Gothic style with its pointed arches. The five small high, or clerestory, windows on the south side of the nave would have provided light into the nave, the advent of affordable glass having made such things possible.
The east window of the south aisle has all that remains of the medieval glass that would once have filled many of the windows. There is a record of what was still to be seen here in the sixteenth century which lists the memorial windows with the coats of arms borne by the families who once owned the Manor.
The windows of the south aisle are particularly pretty and date from the fifteenth century. Their Perpendicular style is indicated by their familiar flat-topped shape. The porch is also from the fifteenth century.
The font dates from the fourteenth century.
The ceiling painting is very special and is explained on a separate page. The work was carried out in the 19th century while William Holland was rector. At the same time the organ and vestry were added with the Vanneck family vault beneath.
The ceiling is a masterpiece of Victorian church decoration, painted from end to end in brilliant colours, with carved and coloured angels, with banners, crowns and shields, all in the medieval style and of a most intricate and detailed finish.
The scheme of decoration is important as it reflects the ecclestiastical devotion of the late Victorian period clergy and their patrons, combined with the heightened liturgical practices of the Oxford Movement.
It was painted by Mildred Holland, the wife of William Holland who was rector for 44 years from 1848 until his death in 1892. The church was closed for eight months from September 1859 to April 1860 while she painted the chancel roof. Tradesmen provided scaffolding and prepared the ceiling for painting but there is no record to show that she had any help with the work, and legend has it that she did much of it lying on her back. We may imagine Victorian ladies wearing tight laced corsets and many petticoats, and wonder how she managed the ladders, scaffolding and hard labour of painting. She had an adviser on her schemes, a Mr. E. L. Blackburne F.S.A., an authority on medieval decoration.
The twelve large panels of the chancel ceiling each show an angel holding either a scroll with the words of the canticle 'Blessed be the Lord God of Israel', or the emblems of the Passion: the cross, the hammer and nails, the scourge, the lance, the crown of thorns and the reed.
Two pelicans in their piety (pecking their breasts to feed their young) are in the last small panels.
Between the beam ends of the chancel roof there are Bible verses in Gothic lettering,
then two tiers of panels; the lower have pictures of the Lamb of God alternating with`the Keys of Heaven. Above, are crowned monograms.
Above the Chancel Arch, the Lamb of God is depicted with the words 'Glory, Honour, Praise and Power unto the Lamb for Ever and Ever', lines taken from the Book of Revelation.
Three years later Mildred Holland began to paint again in the nave. In 1866 her husband William makes a note 'scaffolding finally taken down, September Ist'. The whole cost of repairing the nave roof, preparing it for painting and for materials amounted to £247.10s.7d of which £16.7s.6d was for 225 books of gold leaf and £72 for colours. William Holland's notes show that between 1859 and 1882 a total of £2,034. 10s.0d was spent on the church restoration, of which, apparently, he gave all but £400.
Recent research has found the complete record of William Holland's work in restoring and furnishing the church. These are available for interested students.
The figures on the nave roof are of the twelve apostles and two female saints. Each is painted in the lower tier with their traditional symbols and again in the upper tier clothed in heavenly raiment holding scrolls bearing their names.
Note that Saints Margaret and Andrew are both included as there is a tradition that these two saints were specially venerated here. There are niches for statues in the south aisle which may have held statues of them. The cult of St Margaret of Antioch grew in the 10th century and her veneration was brought back to England by crusaders. Her inclusion here may hint at an early date for the church's foundation.
Mildred Holland died in 1878; William served on until 1892, a total of forty years. He gave the font cover in memory of his wife and also the brass lectern with its graceful angels and winged dragons. Their graves are in the churchyard to the west of the entrance gates. Side by side they lie, beneath a table tomb alongside a standing cross.
It is natural to speculate about the roof. It is of a single hammer-beam construction, arch-braced principals alternating with hammer-beams ending in carved angels. The angels in the nave carry a crown or a banner, those in the chancel have heraldic shields bearing arms. The question all ask is: are these angels genuinely medieval work which escaped the axes of the post-Reformation Puritans, (and remember that William Dowsing, the arch-destroyer, came from nearby Laxfield) or are they all the handiwork of Victorian craftsmen?
Traditional East Anglian hammer-beam roofs generally terminate in a carving of some sort, and the de la Poles made angel roofs in the churches of their manors, even taking Suffolk carpenters to Ewelme in Oxfordshire to make one there. But our angels are too perfect to be so old. Entries in a tradesman's account of 1865 would seem to settle the matter; or do they?
The fourteenth and fifteenth centuries were times of great development and two families, both wealthy and influential, used their means to beautify and rebuild the churches on their manors including St Mary's. Keeping up with the neighbours is not a new fashion. Both left their marks on the font which, standing on restored steps and with a splendid cover, shows two heraldic shields.
The shield facing south depicts the arms of de Ufford while that on the north side is of de la Pole.
The de Ufford shield is that of Sir William de Ufford, Earl of Suffolk during the reign of Edward III. He held Framlingham Castle for the King and owned several manors in Suffolk. Among these were Parham, where he built the church, and Huntingfield.
The other shield is that of Michael de la Pole, Lord Chancellor and Earl of Suffolk, who married Catherine, daughter and heiress of Sir John Wingfield of Wingfield Castle. He succeeded to the manor of Huntingfield through his wife, and died in 1389. The shield shows both of their arms.
Michael de la Pole's has three polecat faces while Catherine Wingfield's has three open wings. Both are puns on their names. (For another heraldic pun look for the arms of Huntingfield being held by one of the angels in the roof: three hunting horns on a 'field'.)
In Ufford church you can see a medieval font cover which was a model for ours when it was made in the nineteenth century. In Wingfield church there is a font so like ours that it was probably made by the same craftsman.
www.stmaryshuntingfield.org.uk/history.htm
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There is nowhere else in Suffolk quite like St Mary. Huntingfield is one of the county's most obscure villages; there are hardly any signposts to it. It is the nearest village to the great pile of Heveningham Hall, and perhaps these two facts are not unconnected. But it is worth getting out the old Ordnance Survey map, because here at St Mary was a remarkable 19th century restoration.
In the second half of that century, many parish churches were drawn by the excitement of the age into major reconstructions and revisions. They often looked to London stars like Scott and Butterfield, or local plodders like Phipson, or else mavericks like Salvin. The demands of the new liturgical arrangements, coupled with a renewed sense of the need to glorify God, led them into what was often a rebuilding rather than a restoration. Internal decorations were, perhaps, the bespoke work of the architect; witness Phipson's meticulous attention to detail at St Mary le Tower, Ipswich.
Other restorers relied on the big picture, a vision that encompassed walls and floors, but left the fittings to others; as, for example, Salvin's Flixton St Mary. What was the driving force behind Victorian revisionism? Essentially, what happened in England between about 1830 and 1870 was a cultural revolution, a ferment of new ideas and the reaction to them. The changes proposed by the Oxford Movement were, at first, objectionable, and then merely controversial; but gradually, they seeped into the mainstream, until by about 1890 they had become as natural as the air we breathe.
By the centenary of the movement in the 1930s, one Anglican clergyman could observe "It is as if the Reformation had never happened". Well, not quite. And now, the pendulum has swung the other way, leaving the ritualists high and dry. But the evidence of the energy of those days survives, especially at Huntingfield, where it was the local vicar who drove the Oxford Movement through the heart of the parish, like a motorway through a Site of Special Scientific Interest.
What the vicar of Huntingfield had, and many other ministers didn't, was a visionary wife. Between 1859 and 1866, Mrs Mildred Holland planned, designed and executed the most elaborate redecoration of a church this county had seen since the Reformation. For seven years, she lay on her back at the top of scaffolding, first in the chancel (angels) and then in the nave (saints on the ceilure, fine angels on the beam ends), gilding, lettering and painting this most glorious of small church roofs. Her husband, the Reverend William Holland, kept a journal throughout this period, and there is no suggestion that she had any assistance, beyond that of workmen to raise the scaffolding, and a Mr E.L. Blackburne FSA, who was, apparently, an 'authority on medieval decoration'.
J.P. St Aubyn was responsible for the structural restoration of this largely 15th century building, and it is very restrained and merciful. He did, however, refit the little windows in the south clerestory. But you come here to see the painted roofs, which are perfectly splendid. Beware if you come with children, or it will cost you a fortune in pound coins to activate the illuminations.
The font cover is not part of Mildred Holland's work; rather, it is her memorial, as is the art nouveau lectern. It is as if her art was a catalyst, inspiring others to acts of beauty. She died in the 1870s, predeceasing her husband by twenty years. They are both now buried by the churchyard gate. How fitting, that they should lie in the graveyard of the church they loved so much, and to which they gave so much of their time, energy and money.
Curiously, Ann Owen, the wife of the vicar of nearby Heveningham, produced the stained glass there; a novel is waiting to be written about these two women.
For such an obscure village, St Mary has had its share of influential patrons. Four major families in particular have left their mark here. Before the Reformation, the de la Poles and Uffords, whose shields you'll find on the font, and in later years the Cokes and the Pastons, both more usually associated with Norfolk.
But, as I have said, you don't come to Huntingfield because of important dead people. Look up, look all around, and see the true memorial to Mrs Holland. It does not have the gravitas of Lound, or the piety of Kettlebaston. And I really love it for that. I think this is a place that should be better known, and not just because of the way it contrasts with the less successful 19th century restorations at neighbouring Cookley and Walpole.
What we have here is as fine a display of 19th century folk art as you'll find anywhere in the county.
Simon Knott, 2001 (updated 2007)
Because I didn't put many pictures of him up, I decided to do another one. This one was from a really quick photoshoot I did (It lasted from two to five minutes) mainly because I just needed pictures of my Pullips for a photostory-type thing. I thought this one was cute though. (Unlike the other pictures I got in that photoshoot)
..because it's still not snowing and it won't even on my birthday (the 5th Januare).. but I hope for the best.
My 365 for today is depressing enough. Add to that I am really down right now, over something completely different than the topic of that photo. I hate arguing and I hate it even more if it is my fault or if I did something to make it worse. I also hate the topic of said argument because it makes me very sad whenever it comes up, and I feel like I should be the bigger person but my pride sometimes gets in the way, and my stubborness says it is reasonable for me to get my way somewhat in this, whether or not it is true.
So, here is a Day 316 Alternate. I just don't want to end 2007 on such a depressing note, because about 3/4 or more of this year has been absolute bliss.
What have I done in 2007?
-Started the year making weekly (yes, weekly usually) trips to NYC from Florida that had carried over from the year before. Was dating a guy (my first semi serious BF since my divorce in 2004), that didn't work out, kept going up there, met new friends, had a LOT of fun, started the process to move there.
-Discovered this group called 365 Days on Flickr (I have been a member since 2005 but never really used the site), and decided it would be a good way for me to get in the habit of using my camera every day and maybe getting more creative.
-Discovered this fellow 365-er who was really hot and a COMPLETE FLIRT to all the ladeez but I could not stop coming back to him, I was so totally drawn to him (for many reasons, not just the photos of his ass he posted). Found out he was single and got the nerve to talk to him.
-Fell head over heels in love with said Random-hugeflirt-365er and moved across country to be with him, never thinking I would meet my love "on the internet".
-My father passed away. We were not close.
-Moved in with that hot random flirty 365-er with the nice ass.
-Lost my job of 10 years and after a 6 week 'vacation' found a new job I quite like and am rather happy with.
-Lost our dog...was Dave's dog for 8+ years but always felt like mine from the moment I met him.
-Not only embraced my new love and life, but all the things that came with it - kids, ex-wife, ex-in-laws, many years of memories I was not involved in, all without having any of my own support network remotely near to lean on when I was confused, frustrated, or felt like I was doing something wrong. I have to say, I think I have been handling it pretty well.
-FINALLY experienced real, true, deep, calming love. The kind of love I think we all dream of but many do not get to have.
I wouldn't change a thing of it though - okay, I would change a FEW things (I mean let's be honest here) - seriously, Dave + the kids are so great. Having a S.O. with kids and an ex-wife is something I have never experienced. I think I have a few things to learn but apparently (from others who have been through the same who I am able to confide in) I am dealing with it pretty well. I may never have kids so I feel so lucky to have 2 awesome kids in my life, and there is of course the bonus of pre-pregnancy boobs intact ;-)
I am very much looking forward to 2008 with my "new" family and new life. I wouldn't give it up for anything. I hope it doesn't give me up.
I can't even begin to lie and say that the views from this hotel, if you can really call it that, were not very nice, because they were, but that is all they have to offer.
I checked in late Sunday night after performing my best man duties fro my two best friends wedding at Secret Beach and attending a luau at Paradise Cove.
The first red flag should have been all the trick photography, my friends showed after we had to book a last minute room for me. The next re flag should have been the fact that there is no such location. This place is more condos, than it is a hotel and some of the "rooms" they show are of condos that are rented by the owners of each condo, not the so called hotel.
Check in is crazy, because there is no check in desk for this location. You must check in at another hotel, which means lugging your bags up a flight of stairs, then back down to the very back of the lot. You're handed a door clicker that looks like a car alarm device.
It was late and I was tired, but there was only one elevator working with 11 people waiting in front of me. This is when i learned that these people lived in the building and they were more than happy to give me all the dirt on the place. Like "bed bugs" "mice" and having to wait long periods of time for the elevators. They even warned me about flooding.
I waited 15 minutes before I was finally able to get on the elevator to the 35 floor. When I walked into the rood it was hot as hell, so right away I looked for the air conditioner, I was shocked to see the old school square, accordion style unit mounted with wood in the corner of the window. I turned it on and right away I saw the light that says "service filter" come on. After 45 minutes at the lowest setting, the room was still like a sauna.
The toilet in the bathroom was filled with water and had human waste in it. I called the front desk and I was told it would be taken care of in the morning. There was only one towel in the room.
The bed was horrible, I could feel every single coil and wire in it. It was like sleeping on two stacked box springs. There were no cover on the bed, just sheets and no cover were located in the room
The next morning when "house keeping finally arrived they acted surprised that someone was in the room, telling me that were told i was moved to another room. This is when I called the front desk (other hotel) again. That was yet another problem. In most hotels you simply dial the front desk by pressing 0, but here I had to make a phone call. Again I was told it would be taken care of.
By the time I came back from a full day of exploring the counter was filled with water and the floor was soaked. the toilet had once again overflowed, but this time the wall had water running down it. You could actually here the water collecting and dripping in the space above the toilet. The shower only gave nearly cold water and again there were no toiletries left in the room. However there were plenty of towels which I had to use to soak up all the water on the floors.
By morning water was leaking from the ceiling in the main room and running down the counter near the microwave which also did not work and seeping from behind the mirror. Calling the front desk was no longer an option because now the phone in the room did not work.
I called my friends Tina and Andy who stayed at the Prince across the street and told them what was happening. I checked out two hours early to join them in their AWESOME hotel.
This place is a complete dive, the hotel manager would not come to the front desk to speak with me and they refused to give me a check out receipt. One of the guys was in such a hurry to get me out so others could not hear my complaints, but two couples checking in asked me and I was all too happy to tell and show them what took place my two nights.
If you find yourself in Waikiki, this place is not where you want to stay. No matter how cheap it is or even if they give it to you for free.
I will post the videos to my youtube channel
...because no matter what it seems you can always find some of mine lying around. weird, i know, but when my hair is longer it just seems to find its way everywhere.
for the August Alphabet Set!!
Because of the rain, we did not have water aerobics at VCC pool. I worked some on packing for the western trip. Then I drove to line dance with Caroline. Finally I drove to the VCC fitness center to workout with Billy.
because, just like logan said in season 2, they' re epic. and logan may be not the perfect boyfriend but, boy, he really knows how to gave a speech, so i'll make his words mine: www.youtube.com/watch?
v=AsoGjORfIUc
p.s.: i love this show and this couple so much, so i wish i could work on a better drawing :( this crowd in the background looks so crappy that makes me sad.
p.p.s.: i love the fact that logan & veronica name initials makes the word "love".
Scouts Camporee on Omaha Beach Honors Heroes and Promotes Peace.
By Robert Turtil
U.S. Scouts gathered April 24 to 27 for the 2014 Omaha Beach Camporee, in event held every three years in Normandy, France. This years Camporee was particularly special, because it was recognized as the opening event of the 70th anniversary of the D Day landings planned for June. Hundreds of Scouts from France, Britain, Poland, Switzerland, the BeNeLux and Scandinavian countries, Germany and other nations joined for a weekend of remembrance.
U.S. embassy personnel and active duty service members brought their families from facilities around Europe and North Africa. More than a few F-16 fighter jockeys directed AstroVans from the Autobahn to the AutoRoute to the D-514, while others followed the more historic route across, or below, the English Channel. Some Scouts flew from American cities over their spring break, and as usual, moms led the charge when dads couldn’t get away. All converged on a welcoming destination for Americans on the French coast.
Nearly 4,200 troops and their supporting families battled sometimes horizontal rain to re-live the history, and recognize the sacrifices of American and Allied soldiers, many close to their own age, who have fought and died fighting for freedom and peace. World War Two Veterans were honored, and sacrifices made during The Great War, Korea, Vietnam and The War on Terror were also recognized by scout leaders and other volunteers, many of whom are U.S. Veterans, the traditional backbone of scouting in America.
Campsites were pitched in the rain, the mud and the dark; pots of pasta were swamped by tent malfunctions. The elements provoked short-term tears and tantrums, and perhaps a sleepless night. But complaints were mitigated with stories of invasion boats packed with seasick assault troops, mud filled foxholes, and cold k-rations, as Scouts peered at the sogginess of this Norman spring. But, as EVERY Scout knows, only fun will be remembered of the mud and chill of this weekend.
Scout convoys raced around the invasion coast following ambitious schedules: Utah Beach, Point D’Hoc, Sainte Mere Eglise, Arromanches, the Pegasus Bridge and many museums. Scouts and Veterans were the special guests of honor at the historic and grand Notre Dame Cathedral of Bayeux where clergy, along with national and local leaders, christened a newly forged Bell of Peace and Freedom. The Cathedral was a packed and flowing sea of international scout uniforms, flags and neckerchiefs… all highlighted by sunbeams streaking through stained-glass windows.
90 year-old, World War ll Army Air Force Veteran Captain Samuel Wiley Hammersmith, B-25 pilot with 28 missions in the Pacific, mingled with Scouts throughout the weekend.
New Eagles and candidates for the Order of the Arrow were sworn in at an Omaha Beach campfire in the most meaningful of ceremonies for Scouts and their families. A French Air Force flyover, a military band and youth choir opened the Messengers of Peace multimedia presentation, bringing home the sacrifices made in the past and the promise of peace Scouting seeks to contribute worldwide. That evening, friendships were made, neckerchiefs swapped, and Paella shared at sunset on the beach, followed by a fusillade of fireworks.
Sunday’s closing ceremony was held in the drizzle at the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial. Each Troop flew its colors and laid a wreath at the base of the huge bronze statue, The Spirit of American Youth Rising from the Waves. Scouts and their families then joined hundreds of others walking the many acres of markers, looking for specific names, or just looking, at the beauty- with history, the sense of sacrifice and a touch of tears that the damp, perfect green grass of the cemetery envokes. Slowly the parking lot emptied as each American Troop and Patrol headed in every direction across Europe and the ocean… home.
If you would like to support the Scouts quest to preserve Omaha Beach as a UNESCO World Heritage site, follow this link and sign the petition:
www.change.org/petitions/unesco-save-the-d-day-beaches-ma...
Photos Courtesy Robert Turtil
Because J*me & Sadaloha requested shirtless Gideon photos on J*me's thread about Manabu . Who am I to dissapoint? XD
Because this flight (MH123) lands in Sydney, there is a Western dish served to passengers. The fish is served with some creamy and milky sauce. In this dish, the main source of carbohydrates are the potatoes. Meanwhile on the left are some crunchy baby carrots and broccoli. It was near to midnight when I had this.
I bind off one, I cast on another. I bind of that one, and I cast on another.
Did I mention I'm not much of a scarf wearer?
"Because life is amazing, and we can, in the capital of a world learning to <3 better :) "
Washington, DC's Capital TransPride was on May 20, 2017, hosted by The Studio Theatre
Published in: A landmark victory for trans rights under the ADA.
Thank you for Publishing my Photo, and for Honoring Trans Lives Taken in 2017, INTO – Ted Eytan, MD
Bukit Tabur (Bukit Hangus), Hulu Klang, Selangor, Malaysia.
The Klang Gates Quartz Ridge is one-of-its-kind because it has four types of quartz formation. Despite being one of the most unique geological formation in Malaysia, the Klang Gates Quartz Ridge has little conservation and currently being threatened by urban development. More recently, the proposed Eastern Klang Valley Expressway became the latest threat towards the Klang Gates Quartz Ridge, as the expressway alignment may pass through the quartz strip.
The Klang Gates Quartz Ridge (Permatang Kuarza Klang Gates) is a quartz dyke that runs through northeast of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia within Bukit Lagong-Kanching-Klang Gates region. With the dimension of more than 16 km long and 200m wide, it is longest of its kind in the world.
Ref. and suggested reading:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bukit_Tabur
www.thestar.com.my/story/?file=%2f2009%2f10%2f10%2flifetr...
www.thestar.com.my/story/?file=%2f2009%2f10%2f10%2flifetr...
www.tripadvisor.com.my/Attraction_Review-g298570-d3618743...
www.endemicguides.com/Tabur_hill.htm
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klang_Gates_Quartz_Ridge
ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Permatang_Kuartza_Klang_Gates
www.thestar.com.my/Story/?file=%2F2010%2F5%2F4%2Flifefocu...
Maybe because I have been looking at traditional Japanese sightseeing maps (名所図会 Named-place-collection-Pictures ) which show views with names popping up out of them, at this mornings' open day, my son's kindergarten classroom looked rather the same: a space covered in the names, of the children.
Allison points out that Japanese children have to take a lot of kit to school, of a certain type, and she sees this as an example of the extent to which Japanese kindergarten's (over) exercise control of their charges and even their mothers. At the same time however she may not have mentioned that this kit is displayed around the classroom labelled with the child's name. In my son's class there were
1) Named, individual registers of attendance, into which the children themselves affix a sticker (like a stamp) into a calendar on the days they attend.
2) A birthday poster showing who has a birthday on what day of which month.
3) Individually named shoe rack to store out-door shoes and slippers.
4) Individually named smock hook rack.
5) Individually named "lockers" without doors for the obligatory satchel. The satchel is the only uniform part of the children's attire.
6) A chart showing four class subgroups showing the insect themed groups, their members colour coded according the sex.
7) Named Children's artwork on the walls. This of course is common to UK classrooms.
8) A individually named change of clothes rack.
9) Individually named towel hook rack.
10) Individually named swimwear bag hook rack.
11) A rack containing the named individual drink flasks of all the children (I could imagine that all things that UK children bring to school are named, but then perhaps we might share the same source of drink. I have omitted this one from the collage.)
I can not remember my kindergarten classroom too well but I think that of these the artworks would have had names on them, lockers might have been numbered. I am not sure that my name would have been anywhere else on the walls or furniture of my kindergarten class. It seems Japanese children are encouraged to individuate themselves, their property, their hook, their lockers, using their name.
I lied. I got back from camping today. So I made it in time to post a picture.
Had a lot of fun camping. Being with my family and all that. That would be seriousness not sarcasm. Except for my cousins Grandma. She thinks she knows everything. >_> Like telling me that Akitas are the most primitive breed. I was thinking I know worse, but I didn't feel like arguing with ignorance. Escpecially since she thinks that being questioned means I'm being a bratty teenager. So I just shut up and later told my Nana (aka my grandma) that she was wrong. 8D
Bought Brittany the pink life jacket and it came in handy. Seeing as she fell in the current quite a few times while we were on the river. I fell in too. I had a kayak. She loved it and barked the whole time. Until some kids smacked the river with their paddles and she shut up because it sounded like a gunshot. The second time on the river my cousins friend did it. Twice. >_> The first time she shut up (though she wasn't barking to much the second trip) and looked at him. Then he hit it again and she freaked out. I told him I was going to dump him out. Ron (my cousins uncle, but not mine regrettably) went and dumped him over for me. I laughed. He got dumped in deep water and couldn't get back up. And it was when we went past the underground spring which makes the water temp drop to 50. 8D HA. Take that Ryan.
Must say I love this picture to death. This wasn't while on the river. I wish I could have taken my camera, but umm it isn't water proof and I'm not stupid.
Brittany doesn't go under water like that to often. SO I was happy to get that part, but umm. Just try to guess what my favorite thing about this is. ;D
Fact of the Week: Britt has an obsession with water now, but when we first got her the little thing was scared of water. Countless trips out on our boat (which we no longer have -tear-) made her slowly start liking it. The steps were: Avoid water like plague, chase waves, walk out into water till I can't touch, swim out to people-but stay close to shore, then it was swim only if people are present, and NOW we have this. A dog who make up any excuse to be in the water.
JURY DISTINCTION FOR CATEGORY 1. OBJECT OF STUDY
Series "My voice in images" 3/5
Copyright CC-BY-NC-ND: the young participants, Sylvia Garcia Delahaye and Lavinia Johnson
We developed “Ma voix en images” (My voice in images), a participatory research method using photography to give children and young people an opportunity to express themselves on social issues and public policies that concern them. As part of an SNSF research project, the method allowed them to express their views on the subject of child poverty. The project benefited from the support of artist Valérie Frossard.
Here is an excerpt from what they said:
Border “In fact, there are people who don't have much money, these are people who want to cross the border but they can't because Switzerland says 'yeah, you don't have enough money so you can't cross'.”
Comment of the jury │Situated in between art and photographic documentation, the series tells a highly expressive and compelling story of social integration and fracture. The creative approach manages to give a voice to those whom we rarely listen to, while protecting their privacy and avoiding an intrusive gaze. A rare visual glimpse into participatory social science, resulting in a set of expressive and hopeful images.
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Nous avons développé «Ma voix en images», une méthode de recherche participative qui utilise la photographie pour donner l’occasion aux enfants et aux jeunes de s’exprimer sur les questions sociales et les décisions publiques qui les concernent. Ils ont pu mettre en image leurs perceptions sur le sujet de la pauvreté infantile dans le cadre d’un projet financé par le Fonds national suisse et qui a bénéficié du soutien de l’artiste Valérie Frossard.
Extraits de leurs propos:
Frontière «En fait y’a des personnes qui ont pas beaucoup d’argent c’est des personnes qui veulent passer la frontière mais elles peuvent pas parce que la Suisse elle dit ‘ouais t’as pas assez d’argent donc tu passes pas’.»
Commentaire du jury │ Cette série d’images entre art et documentation photographique nous entraîne dans une histoire poignante d’intégration et de fracture sociale. L’approche utilisée parvient à donner une voix à celles et ceux que nous écoutons rarement, tout en protégeant leur vie privée et en évitant le voyeurisme. Un rare témoignage visuel des sciences sociales participatives qui résulte en des images expressives et teintées d’espoir.
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Wir haben mit «Meine Stimme in Bildern» eine partizipative Forschungsmethode entwickelt, die mit Fotografie arbeitet. Sie ermöglicht es den Kindern und Jugendlichen, ihre Meinung zu gesellschaftlichen Fragen und staatlichen Entscheiden auszudrücken. In Bildern hielten sie ihre Gedanken zum Thema Kinderarmut fest. Die Arbeit entstand im Rahmen eines vom SNF finanzierten Projekts, das von der Künstlerin Valérie Frossard unterstützt wurde.
Auszüge aus ihren Äusserungen:
Grenze «Es gibt Menschen, die nicht viel Geld haben und die über die Grenze wollen, aber nicht können, weil die Schweiz sagt 'tja, du hast nicht genug Geld, also kommst du nicht rein'.»
Kommentar der Jury │ Diese Bildserie, eine Mischung aus Kunst und Fotodokumentation, führt uns eine berührende Geschichte von Integration und gesellschaftlicher Spaltung vor Augen. Mit dem verwendeten Ansatz erhalten diejenigen eine Stimme, denen wir selten zuhören, ihre Privatsphäre bleibt jedoch vor Voyeurismus geschützt. Ein seltenes visuelles Zeugnis aus den partizipativen Sozialwissenschaften in Form von ausdrucksstarken, hoffnungsvollen Bildern.
Because we're dealing with gasoline, be extra careful about safety. Make sure you have a fire extinguisher ready nearby. Wear surgical gloves and protective eyewear. Ensure that the work area is well ventilated. Also, you'll be working under the car, so make sure you put the car securely on stands. You absolutely do not want the car to fall on you!
To make Step 5 easier, buy 6 clamps for the fuel line hoses. See photo.
Salamis (Ancient Greek: Σαλαμίς, Greek: Σαλαμίνα) is an ancient Greek city-state on the east coast of Cyprus, at the mouth of the river Pedieos, 6 km north of modern Famagusta. According to tradition, the founder of Salamis was Teucer, son of Telamon, who could not return home after the Trojan war because he had failed to avenge his brother Ajax.
Contents
1History
1.1Early history
1.2In the Greek period
1.3Resistance to Persian rule
1.4Alexander the Great and the Roman Empire
1.5In the Roman and Byzantine periods
1.6Christianity
2Excavations
3Notes
4References
5External links
History
Early history
The earliest archaeological finds go back to the eleventh century BC (Late Bronze Age III). The copper ores of Cyprus made the island an essential node in the earliest trade networks, and Cyprus was a source of the orientalizing cultural traits of mainland Greece at the end of the Greek Dark Ages, hypothesized by Walter Burkert in 1992. Children's burials in Canaanite jars indicate a Phoenician presence. A harbour and a cemetery from this period have been excavated. The town is mentioned in Assyrian inscriptions as one of the kingdoms of Iadnana (Cyprus).[1] In 877 BC, an Assyrian army reached the Mediterranean shores for the first time. In 708 BC, the city-kings of Cyprus paid homage to Sargon II of Assyria (Burkert). The first coins were minted in the 6th century BC, following Persian prototypes.
The theatre in Salamis
Cyprus was under the control of the Assyrians at this time but the city-states of the island enjoyed a relative independence as long as they paid their tribute to the Assyrian king. This allowed the kings of the various cities to accumulate wealth and power. Certain burial customs observed in the "royal tombs" of Salamis relate directly to Homeric rites, such as the sacrifice of horses in honor of the dead and the offering of jars of olive oil. Some scholars have interpreted this phenomenon as the result of influence of the Homeric Epics in Cyprus. Most of the grave goods come from the Levant or Egypt.
According to the foundation myth, the founder of Salamis is said to be Teucer, son of Telamon, who could not return home after the Trojan war because he had failed to avenge his brother Ajax. There is however some evidence that the area had been occupied long before the alleged arrival of Mycenaeans (at Enkomi) and the town of Salamis was developed as a replacement when Engkomi was isolated from the sea. There is otherwise little direct evidence to support the foundation myth.
In the Greek period
In the 11th century BC, the town was confined to a rather small area around the harbour but soon expanded westwards to occupy the area, which today is covered by forest. The cemetery of Salamis covers a large area from the western limits of the forest to the Monastery of St. Barnabas to the west, to the outskirts of the village of Ayios Serghios to the north, and to the outskirts of Enkomi village to the south. It contains tombs dating from the 9th century BC down to the Early Christian period. The earlier tombs are within the forest area, near the boundary of the early town.
Though Salamis maintained direct links with the Near East during the 8th and 7th centuries BC, there were bonds with the Aegean as well. One royal tomb contained a large amount of Greek Geometric pottery and this has been explained as the dowry of a Greek princess who married into the royal family of Salamis. Greek pottery was also found in tombs of ordinary citizens. At this time the Greeks were embarking on an eastward expansion by founding colonies in Asia Minor and Syria; Salamis must have served as an intermediate station; it has even been suggested that Cypriots helped the Greeks in their venture.
Resistance to Persian rule
In 450 BC, Salamis was the site of a simultaneous land and sea battle between Athens and the Persians. (This is not to be confused with the earlier Battle of Salamis in 480 BC between the Greeks and the Persians at Salamis in Attica.)
The history of Salamis during the early Archaic and Classical periods is reflected in the narrations of the Greek historian Herodotus and the much later speeches of the Greek orator Isocrates. Salamis was afterwards besieged and conquered by Artaxerxes III. Under King Evagoras (411-374 BC) Greek culture and art flourished in the city and it would be interesting one day when the spade of the archaeologist uncovers public buildings of this period. A monument, which illustrates the end of the Classical period in Salamis, is the tumulus, which covered the cenotaph of Nicocreon, one of the last kings of Salamis, who perished in 311 BC. On its monumental platform were found several clay heads, some of which are portraits, perhaps of members of the royal family who were honoured after their death on the pyre.
Marguerite Yon (archaeologist) claims that "Literary texts and inscriptions suggest that by the Classical period, Kition [in present-day Larnaca] was one of the principal local powers, along with its neighbor Salamis."[2]
Alexander the Great and the Roman Empire
Map showing the ten ancient city Kingdoms of Cyprus
After Alexander the Great conquered the Persian Empire, Ptolemy I of Egypt ruled the island of Cyprus. He forced Nicocreon, who had been the Ptolemaic governor of the island, to commit suicide in 311 BC, because he did not trust him any more. In his place came king Menelaus, who was the brother of the first Ptolemy. Nicocreon is supposed to be buried in one of the big tumuli near Enkomi. Salamis remained the seat of the governor.
In 306 BC, Salamis was the site of a naval battle between the fleets of Demetrius I of Macedon and Ptolemy I of Egypt. Demetrius won the battle and captured the island.
In Roman times, Salamis was part of the Roman province of Cilicia. The seat of the governor was relocated to Paphos. The town suffered heavily during the Jewish rising of AD 116–117. Although Salamis ceased to be the capital of Cyprus from the Hellenistic period onwards when it was replaced by Paphos, its wealth and importance did not diminish. The city was particularly favoured by the Roman emperors Trajan and Hadrian, who restored and established its public buildings.
In the Roman and Byzantine periods
Columns of the gymnasium
The "cultural centre" of Salamis during the Roman period was situated at the northernmost part of the city, where a gymnasium, theatre, amphitheatre, stadium and public baths have been revealed. There are baths, public latrines (for 44 users), various little bits of mosaic, a harbour wall, a Hellenistic and Roman agora and a temple of Zeus that had the right to grant asylum. Byzantine remains include the basilica of Bishop Epiphanos (AD 367–403). It served as the metropolitan church of Salamis. St. Epiphanios is buried at the southern apse. The church contains a baptistry heated by hypocausts. The church was destroyed in the 7th century and replaced by a smaller building to the south.
There are very extensive ruins. The theatre, and the gymnasium have been extensively restored. Numerous statues are displayed in the central court of the gymnasium most of which are headless. While a statue of Augustus originally belonged here, some columns and statues originally adorned the theatre and were only brought here after an earthquake in the 4th century. The theatre is of Augustean date. It could house up to 15.000 spectators but was destroyed in the 4th century.
The town was supplied with water by an aquaeduct from Kyhrea, destroyed in the 7th century. The water was collected in a large cistern near the Agora. The necropolis of Salamis covers ca. 7 km² to the west of the town. It contains a museum showing some of the finds. Burials date from the geometric to the Hellenistic period. The best known burials are the so-called Royal-Tombs, containing chariots and extremely rich grave gifts, including imports from Egypt and Syria. A tomb excavated in 1965 by the French Mission of the University of Lyon brought to light an extraordinary wealth of tomb-gifts, which also attest trade relations with the Near East.
Christianity
In what is known as the "First Missionary Journey", Paul the apostle and the Cypriot-born Barnabas made Salamis their first destination, landing there after heading out from Antioch of Syria. There they proclaimed Christ in the Jewish synagogues before proceeding through the rest of the island (Acts 13:1-5). Tradition says that Barnabas preached in Alexandria and Rome, and was stoned to death at Salamis in about 61 CE. He is considered the founder of the Church of Cyprus. His bones are believed to be located in the nearby monastery named after him.
Several earthquakes led to the destruction of Salamis at the beginning of the 4th century. The town was rebuilt under the name of Constantia by Constantius II (337–361) and became an Episcopal seat, the most famous occupant of which was Saint Epiphanius. Emperor Constantius II helped the Salaminians not only for the reconstruction of their city but also he helped them by relieving them from paying taxes for a short period and thus the new city, rebuilt on a smaller scale, was named Constantia. The silting of the harbour led to a gradual decline of the town. Salamis was finally abandoned during the Arab invasions of the 7th century after destructions by Muawiyah I ( reigned 661-680 ). The inhabitants moved to Arsinoë (Famagusta).
Excavations
Archaeological excavations at the site began in the late nineteenth century under the auspices of the Cyprus Exploration Fund.[3] Many of these finds are now in the British Museum in London.[4]
Excavations at Salamis started again in 1952 and were in progress until 1974. Before the Turkish invasion there was much archaeological activity there; one French Mission was excavating at Enkomi, another at Salamis and the Department of Antiquities was busy almost throughout the year with repairs and restorations of monuments and was engaged in excavations at Salamis. After the Turkish invasion the international embargo has prevented the continuation of the excavations. The site and the museums are maintained by the antiquities service. Important archaeological collections are kept in the St. Barnabas monastery. In the District Archaeological Museum there are marble statues from the gymnasium and the theatre of Salamis, Mycenaean pottery and jewellery from Enkomi and other objects representative of the rich archaeological heritage of the whole district. Several of the statues and sculptures from antiquity are disfigured, headless or mutilated, likely by Christian zealots in late antiquity [5] during the persecution of pagans in the late Roman Empire.
The public buildings uncovered at the city site of Salamis date to the post-Classical period. The Temple of Zeus Salaminios, whose cult was established, according to tradition, by Teucer himself, must have existed since the foundation of the city; the extant remains date to the late Hellenistic period. Early excavators discovered in the esplanade of the Temple of Zeus an enormous marble capital carved on each side with a caryatid figure standing between the foreparts of winged bulls. Now in the British Museum's collection,[6] the function of the capital remains unclear, although it does indicate influence from Achaemenid art and is consequently dated to between 300 and 250 BC.
Because of the twin layers of glass in the windows it is impossible to take photographs that are not distorted because of reflections.
Enterprise is the name of the cross-border inter-city train service between Dublin Connolly in the Republic of Ireland and Belfast Central in Northern Ireland and is jointly operated by Iarnród Éireann (IE) and NI Railways (NIR).
Each Push-pull trainset consists of seven coaches and a 201 Class locomotive. Originally, the 28 coaches were delivered as four sets of seven, but entered service as three sets of eight, while a total of four locomotives, two from each operator, were allocated to Enterprise. The coaches were manufactured by De Dietrich Ferroviaire, while the locomotives are from GM-EMD; ownership of the rolling stock is jointly shared between both operators, however coach maintenance is provided by NIR and the locomotives are maintained by IE. The coaching stock is based on the Class 373 EMU stock used by Eurostar, with the interiors identical. However, unlike the EMU stock, which is articulated and permanently coupled, the stock used by Enterprise is ordinary coaching stock.
The service has suffered from a lack of reliability of the locomotives, which provides head end power to the train; unlike IÉ's Dublin-Cork services, which operate with the locomotive operating with a generator control car that provides power for lighting and heating the train, the Enterprise fleet is equipped with an ordinary control car, which has no power generating capability. This means that the locomotive has to provide all the power for the train, both motive and generating. Extended operation in this mode causes damage, so four further locomotives were allocated to Enterprise from the central IÉ fleet. However, this still required locomotives to be used in HEP mode. So, in May 2009, the Minister for Regional Development in Northern Ireland requested an estimate for the provision of generator functions for the existing rolling stock so that head-end power mode would no longer be needed. The withdrawal of IÉ's Mark 3 coaching fleet saw a large number of generator vans become available. One of these was tested with the Enterprise set stranded at Inchicore following the Broadmeadow Viaduct collapse. This vehicle, along with four others, was then earmarked for conversion to operate with the De Dietrich stock coaches.
In the event that an Enterprise set is unavailable, either NIR's "Gatwick" stock rake of coaches or an IÉ set can be used on the service. Additionally, both NIR and IÉ have equipped six each of their newest DMUs (C3K and 22000) to each other's specifications so they may also be used on this route in the event of a breakdown.