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Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness in other people. But remember,there is always light, even in the darkest of times.
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ßαηαکɧεε (Nathyn Soothsayer) turned to walk to the doorway. " Come with me." He didn't wait to see Morion follow. He expected he would. He didn't even bother to open the door. He just walked outside. Standing on the stairwell to the war room he looked out to the practice area and pointed. "See that? Those men down there? New recruits. All of them. You know they signed up only after you were appointed as the new Heir? That one of the end there had a father that served under you until you left for the war. Died of some illness a year after. Father was some drunk until he signed up for the guard, but he stopped because he respected this young Noble upstart that led them all. In fact, they all have stories like that, as do the remaining guard that had served under you. They all seem to know you very well."
Morion Chaika followed him out and stood there watching him as he spoke. Finally he moved over to the railing to look down at the men there. He studied them in silence for a long moment before he finally gave a nod . Hands lifted as he brushed them back over his hair and he sighed softly then glanced to Brennan. " Well that seemed to work possibly better than punching me. Though I doubt it felt as good to you as doing the latter might have. I owe you thanks again . Now I just need to figure out how to keep them all safe and happy.
ßαηαکɧεε (Nathyn Soothsayer) kept his eyes on guard beneath them. He was picking apart their movements and methods, judging each for where strengths and weaknesses arose. It was the way of him to do so. Humans were always much easier to judge than Fae. They were far more simpler, in his opinion. "You know, they don't follow me because they respect me. I am still that... oh, how did you say it? Oh, right. I'm that wild, exotic Heathen of an Outsider. They each spat at me when my back is to them. They respect me because I will bring them pain and misery if they do not. However, they also respect me because I have asked them each who they respect most and aspire to be and I use that knowledge to push them. And that aspiration is you, my Lord. Your people love you and you moan whine like a petulant child over an acceptance you already have. You are a spoiled little child." He paused to look over his shoulder, "and that is why I despise you. Know that. For all your blessings and good qualities, I do hate you, but then, I hate everyone. So don't take it personal." He smirked then, " Yes, telling you that did feel better than punching you in the face, though that would have been wonderful too. You owe me a great deal, Morion di Saraceni. Pray that I never collect upon it."
Does knowing your food, what it does for your health make you wanna eat it or simply to fill and satisfy a hunger?
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Tomatoes are a member of the deadly nightshade family, and as such were considered toxic, causing many conditions like appendicitis, "brain fever" and cancer. In fact, they may have just the opposite effect. Tomatoes were not even eaten in the US until the early 1800s, when an eccentric New Jersey gentleman Colonel Robert Gibbon Johnson brought them back from a trip overseas. Always one to take advantage of a dramatic opportunity, he announced an amazing display of courage would take place on September 26, 1820. He shocked his hometown of Salem by consuming and entire basket of tomatoes in front of a crowd of spectators, expecting him to keel over any second. Obviously, he didn't and since then tomatoes have been a staple of the American diet and with good reason.
Starting with the basics, tomatoes contain large amounts of vitamin C, providing 40 percent of the daily value (DV). They also contain 15 percent DV of vitamin A, 8 percent DV of potassium, and 7 percent of the recommended dietary allowance (RDA) of iron for women and 10 percent RDA for men.
The red pigment contained in tomatoes is called lycopene. This compound appears to act as an antioxidant, neutralizing free radicals that can damage cells in the body. Only recently, studies have revealed that lycopene may have twice the punch of another well-known antioxidant betacarotene. Studies conducted by Harvard researchers have discovered that men who consumed 10 servings of tomatoes a week, or the equivalent to 10 slices of pizza, can cut the risk of developing prostate cancer by a formidable 45 percent. However, its benefits are not limited to the prostate. Italian researchers have found that those who consume more that 7 servings of raw tomatoes lower the risk of developing rectal colon or stomach cancers by 60 percent. Israeli researchers have found that lycopene is a powerful inhibitor of lung, breast, and endometrial cancer cells. Research has also indicated that the lycopene in tomatoes can help older people stay active longer.
New research is beginning to indicate that tomatoes may be used to help prevent lung cancer. Two powerful compounds found in tomatoes-coumaric acid and chlorogenic acid-are thought to block the effects of nitrosamines. These are compounds that not only are formed naturally in the body, but also are the strongest carcinogen in tobacco smoke. By blocking the effects of these nitrosamines, the chances of lung cancer are reduced significantly.
When choosing your tomatoes, be sure to pick those with the most brilliant shades of red. These indicate the highest amounts of betacarotene and lycopene. Though raw tomatoes are great for you, cooking them releases even more of the benefits. Lycopene is located in the cell wall of the tomato, so by cooking in a bit of oil, this healing compound is more fully released. In addition cooking the tomato in olive oil allows your body to absorb the lycopene better. Don't worry about the availability of fresh tomatoes. Tomatoes don't lose any of their nutritional value in the high heat processing , making canned tomatoes and tomato sauce are both just as viable and beneficial as fresh tomatoes.
Drury- I'll admit it. That didn't exactly go too well.
====Five minutes ago=======
Drury- Gar! It's so good ta-
Gar- Not now, bud. I'm on the job. That's a... that's a pretty sweet group you got there
Drury- Well, I mean it's diverse. They're not all flamethrowing pyros anyway
Meltdown- Everyone thinks I'm a pyro and it's just not true...
Drury- Meltdown? Why are you siding with the Society? Why are any of you siding with the Society?
Vertigo- It's simple-
Drury- Oh... I'm sorry, I meant the guys I actually like
Meltdown- See? Gay.
Phosphorus- Shaddup.
Mick- I mean... honestly I don't really know
Well, we were kinda forced into it. You can't exactly say no to Thawne can you?
Drury- Eh, I guess not. I didn't. So. Where do we go from here?
Gar- I suppose you start by handing us Getaway Genius?
Drury- Ok. He's more trouble than it's worth
Zero- No Drebert, you can not yield to their demands. You have to fig-
*Volcana blows up Zero, his beam goes flying freezing Tweedledee but not before he accidentally fires his machine gun, shooting Bigtop, who squishes Stirk, whose knife goes flying and stabs The Pie Man, another bullet hits Lord Death Man in the back, his shot gun blows off Bed Bug's face. Bedbug's needle flies through the air and lands in Funny Face's eye. The Society, Drury and Genius can only watch the carnage unfold*
Gar- Holy shit babe!
Volcana- Ssh baby, look at the pretty flames
Gar- Pretty flam-? Ooh
Drury- That does not seem like a very healthy relationship.
Volcana- Bet it hurts Lightbulb, knowing I can give him what you can't
Meltdown- Sex?
Phosphorus- Knock it off Creegan!
Meltdown- It was probably sex.
Gar- Ned, don't. *To Drury* Sorry that she kinda butchered your team.
"It's... It's no big deal," he says, lying.
Gar- See you around Drew
Meltdown- Kiiiiiiss! Kiiiiissss!
*Phosphorus punches Meltdown*
Vertigo- Ve can't valk away Lynns. Vat about Genius?
Gar- That domino effect must've gotten him. And if not, we'll get him next time
Phosphorus- Let's get back to the Hall, haven't been there in ages it feels.
Gar- Let's hope no-one's died!
*They teleport away*
===================
Drury- Where did you disappear to anyway?
Genius- The ice cream parlor
Drury- Oh.
Genius- I'm sorry, I would've got you some but I remembered you locked me up in an insane asylum
Drury- I'm sorry too. Not even Lord Death Man survived.
Genuis- Well, I did see him twitch a little bit so don't loose hope, ok? ... What now?
Drury- I suppose I have to write some letters to their families...You'd be surprised at how often I have to do that... *sniff*
Genius- Are you Ok?
Drury- Oh, sure, never been better- why I not be? *Sniff* Why?! Why did he have to die?! Why did they all have to die?!
Genius- It. It wasn't your fault.
Drury- You- you're right. It was yours.
Genius- No, wait, come to think of it, it was your fault
Drury- *Sob* *Sob"
Knowing where your food comes from is important. A young spring lamb lies by its mother fast asleep and unaware of its ultimate fate.
Minimalist, trendy, even "hot and spi-say" (in the words of Desert Borzoi), the thong is popping up in a wider demographic every day. In popular culture, part of the thong is often intentionally revealed by low-rise jeans. The top portion of the thong, in this case, is referred to as "a whale tail."
I know some of you gents out there are probably accustomed to slipping a dollar bill in there, but this Poodle is underage! Mind your manners!
Knowing that I'm into buses, a thoughtful colleague at work gave me this toy yellow school bus. It has a small stop sign that flips out, and little doors that open. Made in China, and available at your local toy shop all over the world I'm sure.
I've always wondered though, is North America the only place (in the western world) that school children ride in buses that are generally deemed as not acceptable for the general public?
The typical yellow school bus is uncomfortable to ride in. Its long backside overhang and chassis design make the bus very "bouncy" when going over a bump. In developed Asia and Europe, school children ride in normal buses just like their older counterparts.
knowing only the northern Steiermark, one of the federal states of Austria, we wanted to see the famous and beautiful capital Graz and the southern parts of the Steiermark... and met relaxed pupils just before their holidays started
The end of my Southern California trip of late 2001. I left San Diego with a heavy heart, knowing that I would be spending the next night on a long red-eye flight from LAX to LHR. I was in no hurry to get to LAX, a 2-3 hour drive on I-5, so opted for the slower and far more scenic Pacific Coast Highway, making detours to beaches along the way. How I envied that surfer: this was his daily reaility. It would be back to the office for me.
November 2001
Rollei 35 camera
Fujichrome 100 film.
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Day 10/366
Knowing the week I have ahead we're not doing anything today except lounging! Brought the car mat down for first time in ages and it's like a brand new toy again. *makes coffee and picks up book*
#day10 #photoaday #photoadaychallenge #366photos #365project #bus #bigredbus #carmat
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Ryan Nyenhuis - photograph by: Ian Levack
Photograph by: Ryan Nyenhuis
Sunday June 15th 2008, Fathers Day. Ryan and I woke with a plan. The plan being to sneak into the abandon R.L. Hearn Thermal Generation Power Plant which is located in the south east area of downtown Toronto. We wanted to photograph the beauty of decay.
We had made a trip over to the power plant a week prior to scout out the area, to see where guards were located and to find easy access inside.
Sneaking past the guard house located at the front of the property and making our way along the north west section of property towards the back of the plant where the barbed wire fence was weakest.
We then smoked three quarters of a joint together before working up the nerve to hop the fence. Ryan went first, watching him hop the fence and dart out into the yard and hiding behind scrap metal for cover then finally making it to the back of the building. Then it was my turn. What excitement that was, knowing your breaking the law to do something adventurous.
After getting onto the property we were standing at the back of the Hearn and looking for our way inside. To do so we had to hop up onto a metal fence post and from there had to reach up and grab a hold of plywood that covered up the tall entrance area. A good 15 foot climb up, over and in.
Once inside the first photo that was taken was the one of Ryan and I standing together, titled "final hours".
This place was like no other we had ever explored together. The shear size of it all was breathtaking and mind blowing at the same time. The beauty of destruction.
After the first photo was taken we started exploring the plant. Taking the necessary precautions we had come prepared with asbestos masks and flashlights.
We had made our way around on the ground floor, through locker rooms, showers, storage rooms. Then we started making our way up stairs to the 2nd and 3rd level offices, had the remainder of our joint together.
From the office levels we went back onto the factory area and started climbing the metal stairs up further still. Some photos show how high up we were in that building.
We then made ourselves up onto the roof. What a view from there looking out over the city core. Looking out over Lake Ontario we saw really dark storm clouds. Ryan pulled out a cigarette and had a smoke.
We were up on the roof for about a half hour before Ryan asked me "what do you want to do now man?". "Do you want to go home now or stay a bit longer and explore?". My camera battery had died at this point and being there any longer served no purpose for me. I was hesitant on a response because at the same time I wanted to keep exploring because the plan was to keep coming back weekend after weekend to explore and document the old structure.
I then agreed to keep exploring. We came in off the roof, coming down a level, walked through a doorway into a long looking dark room. All across the top level of The Hearn runs conveyor belts that run coal from one end to the other. Walking together along the metal grating flooring. Ryan was 2 feet in front of me.
I then ended up tripping over a small extruded piece of metal on the floor, and from that second on I pointed my flashlight directly onto the floor to see where I was walking.
Very shortly after this happens, in mid sentence Ryan just falls into blackness. All I see is from his waist up as he plunges into complete blackness and followed by about 4-5 seconds before hearing a sick crash far below.
I then look 2 feet in front of me and see there is no more floor. My imediant thought is that he is dead. Then my brain clicks "I have to get my best friend out of here".
I then tried my best to back track to get out of the building, taking a route that he and I had not taken to get to this point. All I knew is I had to get out of The Hearn and find someone that could help.
I don't even know how I got out of that place. When I did I came out on the back side of the building, ran around to the guard house screaming for help.
I screamed to the guard that my best friend just fell in there and is hurt really bad, he asked what we were doing in there and I told him we were just taking photos.
The guard then called like every paramedic, fire and police officer in the city. About 10 minutes after the call was made all I could hear were the sirens. Scared and relived at the same time I was.
Once they all showed up I told them Ryan was in there, that we were up high in the building and he fell. All the cops were telling me to retrace my steps, they wanted to see where we came in from. I screamed at them "we don't have time for that right now, my best friend is dying in there". I then started leading them to the front of the Hearn because I knew it was the closet way inside. We get to the front and all entrances were boarded up. One cops said to me "Ian there is no way in through this way, you have to show us where you came in from". I then demanded to the fire fighters that they bust this plywood down to get inside.
Once inside the cops started fucking with my mind, me being in total shock at the time they started asking me where we had explored, they wanted me to take them on what would have been a few hours of exploration, which we didn't have time for.
Then an officer finds his asbestos mask and glasses. My first thought is he was okay, that he somehow managed to crawl out under his own power. I was wrong. His mask and glasses had bounced off of objects on the fall and Ryan was nowhere to be found.
The police tried getting a hold of Rogers Communication to see if they could pin point his location with the cell phone he had on him. They ended up using thermal vision to locate him. He was trapped in a coal hopper located high up in the building.
I was escorted out at this point in time because I was too "hysterical" for the cops liking.
Two and a half hours went by, a fierce thunderstorm was passing through.
While they were working on getting Ryan out I was giving my statement to the police. Never gave one of those in my life. I told them everything that I am writing here right now, everything, even the joint smoking. I had Nothing to hide.
We went in undetected but I didn't care if the whole world was watching at this point, I was doing what any best friend would do. I was trying to save him. City Pulse News was there and I was trying to hide from them. I was scared that this is how his family would find out and how my family would find out, being Fathers days and all.
After two and a half hours of hell they finally got Ryan out. I watched them carry him out on a backboard and I yelled to him that I loved him.
Ryan was rushed to St. Micheal's Hospital, the best in all the city for trauma.
I followed about an hour after him, being escorted in a police car. On the drive one officer said to me "this is going to cost you and your buddy about a hundred thousand dollars for all that had to be done here today". What a jackass thing to say. I responded by saying "I don't give a fuck about money, take all I have from me I don't care, I'm loosing the most important person in my life right now".
We get to the hospital, I enter the trauma wing of St. Micheal's. They told me that I was going to be the one to call the home of the Nyenhuis'. I thought that was insane, and told them I could not make that call, that they would have to.
I then went into the waiting room, sat down. I remember the NBA finals were on the televisions in there and I ended up falling asleep somehow.
Waking to Stevie and Tammy's faces hours later (Stevie being Ryan's room mate and Tammy being Ryan's girlfriend).
Stevie told me that John and Cheryl were on their way and that we could go up stairs to the trauma ward to see Ryan.
The trauma centre, located on the 9th floor of St. Micheal's Hospital.
Hours passed by, as the night went on the news kept getting worse and worse about his condition.
I ended up leaving to come back to my apartment at 6am the following morning, I had to talk to my parents and try and shovel some food into my system. Still being in shock and never got treatment for shock when it happened.
I returned to the hospital at 3pm that day. Only to find nothing had changed with his condition.
Then came the worst words I ever had to hear, Ryan's father coming in the room and telling me it was time to say goodbye to Ryan.
We made our way into where he was being cared for. To see my best friend in the state he was in broke my heart. Blood coming out the back of his head, body black and blue bruised from head to toe, internal damage that could not be repaired, feeling his forehead and it being ice cold. He was laying there in front of us, dead. Machines were the only thing keeping him "alive".
I said my goodbyes to him, telling him that he can't leave me here, he can't leave the creation of Studies In Comfort behind, something that is so brilliant, that we were supposed to take over the world together and do all that was planned. I told him to haunt me.
I then looked at his eyes and saw tears. He may have been brain dead but I know he heard every word I said. Doctors did not give an explanation to what was coming out of his eyes.
If only I had said to Ryan "hey man watch your step" he might still be alive today. I have been told over and over again that I can not blame myself for what happened that day. I sometimes still do.
Ryan and I once had a conversation that if something ever happened to one of us that Studies In Comfort would stop, without a core creator there is no sense to continue it. Well I am going against those wishes. I can't lose what he and I created even before it took off the ground.
I now know my purpose in life. To carry on Studies In Comfort. I must continue on for him, finish off the 3 studio albums we had in the works and continue on with this art form.
Ryan died at the wheel and I have moved his lifeless body to the passengers seat and now a fucking insane madman is driving.
Ryan Nyenhuis, whos favourite artist was Nine Inch Nails, who lived on floor number 9, who wore a roman numeral 9 on his right arm, who died on the 9th floor at St. Micheal's Hospital, Toronto.
Thank you to 55 Division and all the paramedics and fire fighters who helped get Ryan out of that terrible dark place.
Ryan Nyenhuis is survived by his father, John, mother Cheryl, sisters, Jennifer and Leah, their beautiful children, myself and Studies In Comfort.
Ryan John Nyenhuis
July 28th 1981 - June 15th 2008
We love and miss you.
___________________________
All photographs were taken by Ryan Nyenhuis & Ian Levack with a Casio EX-Z1050 camera.
Ryan Nyenhuis - photograph by: Ian Levack
Photograph by: Ryan Nyenhuis
Sunday June 15th 2008, Fathers Day. Ryan and I woke with a plan. The plan being to sneak into the abandon R.L. Hearn Thermal Generation Power Plant which is located in the south east area of downtown Toronto. We wanted to photograph the beauty of decay.
We had made a trip over to the power plant a week prior to scout out the area, to see where guards were located and to find easy access inside.
Sneaking past the guard house located at the front of the property and making our way along the north west section of property towards the back of the plant where the barbed wire fence was weakest.
We then smoked three quarters of a joint together before working up the nerve to hop the fence. Ryan went first, watching him hop the fence and dart out into the yard and hiding behind scrap metal for cover then finally making it to the back of the building. Then it was my turn. What excitement that was, knowing your breaking the law to do something adventurous.
After getting onto the property we were standing at the back of the Hearn and looking for our way inside. To do so we had to hop up onto a metal fence post and from there had to reach up and grab a hold of plywood that covered up the tall entrance area. A good 15 foot climb up, over and in.
Once inside the first photo that was taken was the one of Ryan and I standing together, titled "final hours".
This place was like no other we had ever explored together. The shear size of it all was breathtaking and mind blowing at the same time. The beauty of destruction.
After the first photo was taken we started exploring the plant. Taking the necessary precautions we had come prepared with asbestos masks and flashlights.
We had made our way around on the ground floor, through locker rooms, showers, storage rooms. Then we started making our way up stairs to the 2nd and 3rd level offices, had the remainder of our joint together.
From the office levels we went back onto the factory area and started climbing the metal stairs up further still. Some photos show how high up we were in that building.
We then made ourselves up onto the roof. What a view from there looking out over the city core. Looking out over Lake Ontario we saw really dark storm clouds. Ryan pulled out a cigarette and had a smoke.
We were up on the roof for about a half hour before Ryan asked me "what do you want to do now man?". "Do you want to go home now or stay a bit longer and explore?". My camera battery had died at this point and being there any longer served no purpose for me. I was hesitant on a response because at the same time I wanted to keep exploring because the plan was to keep coming back weekend after weekend to explore and document the old structure.
I then agreed to keep exploring. We came in off the roof, coming down a level, walked through a doorway into a long looking dark room. All across the top level of The Hearn runs conveyor belts that run coal from one end to the other. Walking together along the metal grating flooring. Ryan was 2 feet in front of me.
I then ended up tripping over a small extruded piece of metal on the floor, and from that second on I pointed my flashlight directly onto the floor to see where I was walking.
Very shortly after this happens, in mid sentence Ryan just falls into blackness. All I see is from his waist up as he plunges into complete blackness and followed by about 4-5 seconds before hearing a sick crash far below.
I then look 2 feet in front of me and see there is no more floor. My imediant thought is that he is dead. Then my brain clicks "I have to get my best friend out of here".
I then tried my best to back track to get out of the building, taking a route that he and I had not taken to get to this point. All I knew is I had to get out of The Hearn and find someone that could help.
I don't even know how I got out of that place. When I did I came out on the back side of the building, ran around to the guard house screaming for help.
I screamed to the guard that my best friend just fell in there and is hurt really bad, he asked what we were doing in there and I told him we were just taking photos.
The guard then called like every paramedic, fire and police officer in the city. About 10 minutes after the call was made all I could hear were the sirens. Scared and relived at the same time I was.
Once they all showed up I told them Ryan was in there, that we were up high in the building and he fell. All the cops were telling me to retrace my steps, they wanted to see where we came in from. I screamed at them "we don't have time for that right now, my best friend is dying in there". I then started leading them to the front of the Hearn because I knew it was the closet way inside. We get to the front and all entrances were boarded up. One cops said to me "Ian there is no way in through this way, you have to show us where you came in from". I then demanded to the fire fighters that they bust this plywood down to get inside.
Once inside the cops started fucking with my mind, me being in total shock at the time they started asking me where we had explored, they wanted me to take them on what would have been a few hours of exploration, which we didn't have time for.
Then an officer finds his asbestos mask and glasses. My first thought is he was okay, that he somehow managed to crawl out under his own power. I was wrong. His mask and glasses had bounced off of objects on the fall and Ryan was nowhere to be found.
The police tried getting a hold of Rogers Communication to see if they could pin point his location with the cell phone he had on him. They ended up using thermal vision to locate him. He was trapped in a coal hopper located high up in the building.
I was escorted out at this point in time because I was too "hysterical" for the cops liking.
Two and a half hours went by, a fierce thunderstorm was passing through.
While they were working on getting Ryan out I was giving my statement to the police. Never gave one of those in my life. I told them everything that I am writing here right now, everything, even the joint smoking. I had Nothing to hide.
We went in undetected but I didn't care if the whole world was watching at this point, I was doing what any best friend would do. I was trying to save him. City Pulse News was there and I was trying to hide from them. I was scared that this is how his family would find out and how my family would find out, being Fathers days and all.
After two and a half hours of hell they finally got Ryan out. I watched them carry him out on a backboard and I yelled to him that I loved him.
Ryan was rushed to St. Micheal's Hospital, the best in all the city for trauma.
I followed about an hour after him, being escorted in a police car. On the drive one officer said to me "this is going to cost you and your buddy about a hundred thousand dollars for all that had to be done here today". What a jackass thing to say. I responded by saying "I don't give a fuck about money, take all I have from me I don't care, I'm loosing the most important person in my life right now".
We get to the hospital, I enter the trauma wing of St. Micheal's. They told me that I was going to be the one to call the home of the Nyenhuis'. I thought that was insane, and told them I could not make that call, that they would have to.
I then went into the waiting room, sat down. I remember the NBA finals were on the televisions in there and I ended up falling asleep somehow.
Waking to Stevie and Tammy's faces hours later (Stevie being Ryan's room mate and Tammy being Ryan's girlfriend).
Stevie told me that John and Cheryl were on their way and that we could go up stairs to the trauma ward to see Ryan.
The trauma centre, located on the 9th floor of St. Micheal's Hospital.
Hours passed by, as the night went on the news kept getting worse and worse about his condition.
I ended up leaving to come back to my apartment at 6am the following morning, I had to talk to my parents and try and shovel some food into my system. Still being in shock and never got treatment for shock when it happened.
I returned to the hospital at 3pm that day. Only to find nothing had changed with his condition.
Then came the worst words I ever had to hear, Ryan's father coming in the room and telling me it was time to say goodbye to Ryan.
We made our way into where he was being cared for. To see my best friend in the state he was in broke my heart. Blood coming out the back of his head, body black and blue bruised from head to toe, internal damage that could not be repaired, feeling his forehead and it being ice cold. He was laying there in front of us, dead. Machines were the only thing keeping him "alive".
I said my goodbyes to him, telling him that he can't leave me here, he can't leave the creation of Studies In Comfort behind, something that is so brilliant, that we were supposed to take over the world together and do all that was planned. I told him to haunt me.
I then looked at his eyes and saw tears. He may have been brain dead but I know he heard every word I said. Doctors did not give an explanation to what was coming out of his eyes.
If only I had said to Ryan "hey man watch your step" he might still be alive today. I have been told over and over again that I can not blame myself for what happened that day. I sometimes still do.
Ryan and I once had a conversation that if something ever happened to one of us that Studies In Comfort would stop, without a core creator there is no sense to continue it. Well I am going against those wishes. I can't lose what he and I created even before it took off the ground.
I now know my purpose in life. To carry on Studies In Comfort. I must continue on for him, finish off the 3 studio albums we had in the works and continue on with this art form.
Ryan died at the wheel and I have moved his lifeless body to the passengers seat and now a fucking insane madman is driving.
Ryan Nyenhuis, whos favourite artist was Nine Inch Nails, who lived on floor number 9, who wore a roman numeral 9 on his right arm, who died on the 9th floor at St. Micheal's Hospital, Toronto.
Thank you to 55 Division and all the paramedics and fire fighters who helped get Ryan out of that terrible dark place.
Ryan Nyenhuis is survived by his father, John, mother Cheryl, sisters, Jennifer and Leah, their beautiful children, myself and Studies In Comfort.
Ryan John Nyenhuis
July 28th 1981 - June 15th 2008
We love and miss you.
___________________________
All photographs were taken by Ryan Nyenhuis & Ian Levack with a Casio EX-Z1050 camera.
Adventures in MUNI. 10.19.19
Saturday afternoon, a little bit before 1PM, and I’m standing on an elevated curb/bus stop in the middle of the street waiting for the N Judah to take me over to the other side of San Francisco for this year’s Burning Man Decompression.
I see an older lady crossing the street towards me at a very slow pace, she has a cane in one hand and a cone in the other hand that’s she’s using for support. Instantly scores BTx points with me. She makes her way off the street and onto the elevated curb / bus stop so I move out of the way and ask if I can give her a hand. She politely declines and explains that she slipped, broke some body parts recently, and that the cone is helpful for her getting onto curbs. I respond with an “Oh yeah, and it’s also a great reminder to drivers that may not see you” and then I launch into my “Actually, there are lots of uses for cones” speech.
We start talking MUNI and the city. She only takes MUNI once a week to get groceries from Safeway and hates the new electric cars. “I prefer the older cars as well. The ones with the brown seats are like the Cadillacs of public transportation. You got so much more room. With these new Agenda 2030 Hunger Games trains you’re paying more for less. I feel like Kevin Smith flying Southwest Airlines on them. And whose brilliant idea was it to remove the butt guards on the benches so that everybody slams into each other at stops and it encourages homeless people to just stretch out and take up as many seats as possible?” And then I launch straight into my “San Francisco is being collapsed by design and 9/11 was an inside job” speech.
The N Judah is approaching and we board. It’s not till we have departed that I notice that the cone is no longer with us.
“Oh, so you leave the cone at the bus stop?” I ask. Because stating the obvious is my superpower.
And she looks at me like I’m a crazy person. “I’m not going to bring a cone with me onto MUNI.”
We travel on and she gets up ready to leave as we approach Church St. I ask if she needs a hand with her bags and she politely declines. As she steps down at a very slow & careful pace, I hold the doors open for her and I’m thinking this is pretty hardcore for a person in this situation to be shopping at the Janes Addiction Safeway right next to the feral junkie population. But it’s also kind of nice knowing that, chances are, that cone will still be waiting for you hours later when you return to the bus stop in The Outer Sunset. No way that would happen here or at many other bus stops in the city where if you were to leave a cone unattended somebody would molest it, steal it, marry it, divorce it, take legal action against it, damage it, and worse all before you had a chance to even buy your groceries.
End Happy Feel Good MUNI story of the day.
Adventures in MUNI. 10.20.19
Saturday Night. A little after midnight. Waiting for the T to take me from The Dogpatch to Downtown so I can get home.
The outside sound systems have shut down so there’s a wave of people leaving Decompression. My 2-car train that was originally quoted as being there in 15 mins takes twice as long to show up and during that time a decent crowd has formed on the platform. Lots of sparkle ponies, glow sticks, hula hoops, face paint, ect. When we get on it’s one of those MUNI moments where you can instantly tell who is coming from the same party as you and who is not a party person. We’re just north of the Bayview / Hunter’s Point which is a pretty hardcore part of San Francisco where you very much need to be aware of your surroundings at all times. You especially want to have your guard up during moments like this when you are part of this party people exodus of hammered & half naked people on the train because you never know when a predator will swoop in and see you as easy prey.
I’m sitting in the middle of the train by the doors, next to homeless guy with a shopping cart, and the majority of Burning Man party people are in the back of the train to my right,
We’re puttering along fine for a while when this person who looks like Deebo and has the personality of Deebo (Ice Cube’s nemesis from the Friday movies) gets on with an open container in hand and a mouth that just won’t stop. He’s an Angry Drunk Talker and enters in the back with the Burning Man party people and starts to comment / pick a fight with every person on the train.
When you’re in the Walking Dead and you see a Walker, the rules are simple.
You Do Not Engage.
You don’t say “Huh?” “What?” “Excuse me?” or ask them to clarify their position on same sex marriages. When you’re on a mission and you cross paths with a Walking Dead you Do Not Engage.
If you are forced to engage then you shoot it in the head or kill it with fire and you get it right the first time.
Same Walking Dead rules apply on MUNI.
Or, to look at it another way, if you want to put out a fire then cut off the oxygen supply.
The fire will collapse upon itself. Adding oxygen just adds fuel to the fire.
Same thing with Angry Talkers and words. Words are their cocaine.
Deebo has moved past the Burning Man part of the MUNI and is now locking horns with the other young black guy who looks like he was just minding his own business in the corner seat (Not a party person coming from Decompression). Things start to escalate when the young man’s girlfriend is brought up. The tone is escalating. Eyes are bugging out. Threats are being made. All of a sudden, the older black guy with gray hairs sitting across from me (Also not a party person coming from Decompression) jumps up, inserts himself between Deebo and young man & his girl, with his back to Deebo and both arms outstretched and holding onto poles and screaming “No!” over and over again. A literal human shield. Everybody is yelling now. I’m standing up directly behind Deebo yelling “There is no honor in this!” Then girlfriend whips out a taser and starts firing it up and you can hear the electricity crackle in the air.
Less than an hour ago if was to hear the crackle of electricity in the air I would have thought Tesla Coils, Science & Outdoor Burning Man Fun.
Now an hour later and the crackle of electricity on a MUNI means that some Bro is about to be tased.
You would think the female discharging her taser would defuse the situation, but instead Deebo puts his beer down and starts to take off his jacket.
That is the universal sign that a physical assault is imminent.
Atari: Prepare To Be Attacked
The trains stops, the doors open, and the homeless guy with the shopping cart uses his cart as a battering ram to shove Deebo out of the train. Way to go, Spartacus!
It’s then that I realize that Deebo has only been on MUNI for 1 stop.
We went from zero to threats being made and weapons being discharged in less than 1 stop.
Anger is a virus and I’m seeing more and more people possessed by an Argument Demon in the streets of San Francisco these days.
That Argument Demon virus is contagious.
The train eventually gets moving again minus Deebo. Moments ago I was in a Martin Scorsese film and now I’m in an episode of Seinfeld where we are all just sitting around talking about nothing. It’s amazing how the vibe on MUNI can channel surf like that in a heartbeat.
I’m talking with the older black guy with gray hairs and saying “That was really admirable of you. You just jumped in there and were a literal human shield. That was pretty brave.” and we talk MUNI and the city for a bit before he gets off a few stops later. He kind of reminds me of Ice Cube’s Dad in the Friday movies in that endearing honest Dad kind of way. Nice guy.
We make it as far as the Folsom St Station before the bus driver announces that the police have been called and the train now has to stop and wait till SFPD shows up to file a police report. The entire 2-car train empties out and we all spread out into the night. It’s around 1AM now and it’s in the beautiful downtown waterfront part of San Francisco that’s being lit up by the Bay Bridge lights, which is a Burning Man art project. It’s funny how Burning Man art projects are following me home tonight. Funny and very much appreciated.
This is a beautiful but also deserted part of the city where you could be assaulted by a crazy person with issues at any moment because San Francisco 2019 is the Stanford Prison Industrial Complex.
I trek up a few blocks to the Embarcadero Station, only to see that the station is closed. I then go up and catch the N Night Owl on the first stop on Market St and when I get on, I see that the bus is filled with equal parts homeless people and part sparkle ponies, glow sticks, hula hoops, face paint, ect. Burning Man is following me home again.
Takes me an extra hour, but I’m able to make it home in one piece.
Just another adventure in MUNI.
UPDATE # 1
Another intense 10.20.19 Escape from SF story
www.facebook.com/groups/SFbayareastreetphotograpy/permali...
There was something in the air that night that was bringing out the demons.
UPDATE # 2
San Francisco Safeway making national news for all the wrong reasons again.
Man caught pooping in aisle of San Francisco Safeway
www.kron4.com/news/bay-area/man-caught-pooping-in-aisle-o...
This was at the nice upscale Marina Safeway. When I first moved to SF this Safeway was consistently voted the #1 pick up spot in all of San Francisco several times over. It was always filled with young attractive Buffy’s & Lucy Liu’s like you were in the club, but you didn’t have to shout over a sound system like you were in the club. When I first moved here in 1994 this Safeway was already famous as a spot to go look good and see good looking people.
2019 and now it’s famous as a place where dudes with man buns go to take a shit in the aisles.
San Francisco is being collapsed by design.
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
Buddha
Knowing that these colourful birds were still with us and having taken far too many godwit photographs already I decided that I would try my hand at in flight shots as the birds flew to new positions in the wading flock.
These are the attempts, so hang on - remember I did my best but the school resport as it used to say 'could bo better'!!
This chap was coming into land and had started braking.
“She was banging on my door at 2 o’clock this morning,” grumbled Hydra.
“Good grief,” said Cloud.
“She was shouting, ‘for feck sake! Your music’s loud. Do you know what the time is?'” moaned Hydra.
“Ah,” said Cloud. “Did you know the time?”
“Yeah,” said Hydra, “a standard 4/4 rock beat.”
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A quite literal, badaboomtish! :)
TellyTube Edition: youtu.be/eVlou19uwE8
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Knowing what to do or where to go at weekends is now easy, I just consult the list of churches and pick a group close at random, and we can load up the car and go.
Main issue is that most of the churches on the list are now in west and north Kent, meaning a bit of a hike to get there, and on top of that, not knowing if your target will be open.
So, with the three churches chosen, postcodes noted, we can prepare for the morning.
Make coffee, feed the cats, fill up the bird feeders and make bacon butties to give us a decent start to the day.
Saturday was dark and gloomy, not a good day perhaps to do church crawling, but what else is there: too gloomy certainly for wildflowers, those that are out. And the flat light, can be good for photography in churches. At least that is what I tell myself.
Off up the A20 to Folkestone, and from there up the motorway, where, after Ashford, Highways England are removing the Operation Brock contraflow barriers. Now, I know I said no more Brexit, but an observation here: Kent MPs lobbied the PM to have these removed as it was a major pain for locals, but the threat of no deal and/or traffic jams caused by increased paperwork check is higher now, and the hundreds of thousands now being spent taking the barriers down could be spent again putting it back up later in the year.
In Brexit, anything is possible.
But back to the churchcrawling.
We turn off at Maidstone, go through Leeds up the down, where along the ridge there are a series of churches overlooking the low-laying land to the south, where the churches served a series of impressive houses set in sloping parkland. From Leeds through Sutton to the two Boughtons, at east half a dozen churches stand looking down on west Kent.
Eighteen months ago, I visited the two Boughtons, and also East Sutton, not realising there were two other churches in Sutton: Valence and Chart. I passed Sutton Valence just as a vintage Rolls depsosited a bride at the lych gate on the "main road". So, no point in trying to crawl that back on the warm September afternoon, but was on my list since then for a return.
And here we were.
The sat nav took us down a narrow lane, with a space large enough to abandon the car in, while I get my gear and walk to the church, trailing behind JOols who had gone to check the door. I get the thumbs up to indicate it was open.
Good news.
Sadly, the church has been stripped of most of its character and history. It is a fine church, nothing wrong with it, but few monuments, no brasses, no medieval features, so my job of recording it was completed in a few minutes. Another tick in the box done, though.
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Stunningly situated on the Greensand Way, yet not altogether enjoying the views, this church is more interesting than beautiful. Incorporating part of a late fifteenth century structure (chancel piers and transept arches) this is predominantly an 1820s church built wide and tall to fit in galleries which were the norm. A blocked door from the tower stairs would have led into the southernmost gallery. Then the in the nineteenth century Mr Habershon, architect to the establishment, Gothicised the church by removing the galleries and fitting arcades to form aisles. He also added tracery to the windows and tried to create a medieval space. It is not unsuccessful. The only weak part is the chancel which ahs a canted apse which speaks of its pre-Ecclesiological origins. The font survives from the medieval church as does a fine thirteenth century coffin lid in the north aisle. Recent redecoration of red carpet and red ceiling has successfully linked the two elements and created a most welcoming and cared for building.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Sutton+Valence
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TOWN SUTTON, ALIAS SUTTON VALENCE,
IS the next parish eastward from Chart Sutton. It has the name of Valence from that eminent family, who continued long owners of it, and is called Town Sutton from the largeness of the village or town of it, in comparison of those of the adjoining parishes of the same name.
THE PARISH of Town Sutton is situated much like that of Chart Sutton last described, and the soil the same, being about the hill, the quarry stone covered with a thin loam, fertile for corn, fruit and hops; above it a red earth mixed with flints, and below the hill a stiff clay, rendered more prolific by the mixture of marle with it. The village, now a poor mean place, is situated a little lower than the summit of the quarry hill, having the church at the west end of it; the manor-house stands on the small green adjoining the church-yard, having an extensive view over the country southward. The road from Chart to East Sutton, of but little traffic, leads through the village, and another crosses it from Langley down the hill into the Weald; at a small distance below the village is Sutton-place and the parsonage, and below the foot of the hill the little manor of Forsham, formerly the estate of the Austens, baronets, beyond which this parish extends southward across a low flat country, deep, wet, and miry, till it joins that of Hedcorne; above the village it joins to Kingswood, part of which is within it.
On the brow of the hill at a small distance eastward from the village, and adjoining to the parsonage-yard, stand the venerable ruins of SUTTON CASTLE, now almost covered with ivy, and the branches of the trees which sprout out from the walls of it. What remains of it seems, to have been the keep or dungeon of this fortress, two separate rooms of which are still in being; and by the cavities where the joists have been laid into the walls, appear to have been at least a story higher than they are at present. The remains of the walls are more than three feet in thickness, and about twenty feet high, and have loop-holes for arrows at proper distances; they are composed of the quarry stone and flint mixed, together with some few thin bricks or paying tiles interspersed throughout. The whole appears to have been exceeding strong, though of very rude workmanship; and seems to have been built in the time of the barons wars, most likely by one of the family of Valence, earls of Pembroke, whilst the church and its demesnes yet remained as appendages to their manor of Sutton Valence, and the part of their possessions. It stands high, commanding a most extensive view over the adjacent country southward, and was most probably made use of as a place of defence for the partizans of the lords of it, to make their excursions from, and retreat again to, when likely to be overpowered by their enemies. Fronting the title of this volume is a view of it in its present state.
Kilburne imagines the sea came up this valley underneath Sutton castle, which he supposes to have been built when it did so; and he seems to be confirmed in that opinion by an anchor's having been found not far below it, in the memory of some men then living.
A fair is kept in this village yearly, on the day of St. Edmond the king, on the 20th of November.
THIS PLACE was given by William the Conqueror, on his obtaining the crown of this realm, to his halfbrother Odo, bishop of Baieux; it having been part of the possessions of Leoswine, a younger brother of king Harold, who was slain fighting on his brother's part, at the fatal battle of Hastings; accordingly it is thus entered, under the general title of the bishop's lands, in the survey of Domesday:
Adam Fitzhubert holds of the bishop of Baieux, Sudtone. It was taxed at two sulings. The arable land is seven carucates. In demesne there are two, and eighteen villeins, with five borders, having four carucates. There is a church and four acres of meadow, and one mill. Wood for fifty hogs. In the time of king Edward the Confessor it was worth twelve pounds, when he received it ten pounds, now fourteen pounds, and yet it pays eighteen pounds. Earl Leuuin held it.
Four years after the taking this survey, the bishop was disgraced, and this among the rest of his possessions was confiscated to the crown. After which it became the property of Baldwin de Betun, earl of Albermarle, who in the 5th year of king John's reign, granted this manor, among others in this county, to William Mareschal, earl of Pembroke, with Alice his daughter, in frank marriage.
In the 10th year of king Henry III. he again married Alianore, the king's sister, and in the 14th year of that reign had a confirmation of this manor, upon condition that Alianore his wife, if she survived him, should enjoy it during her life. He died in the 15th year of that reign, s. p. on which the Sheriff had the king's precept to deliver possession of it to his widow. She afterwards re-married Simon de Montfort, earl of Leicester, who was slain in the 49th year of that reign, fighting on the part of the discontented barons, at the battle of Evesham; after which, the countess Alianore and her children were forced to forsake the realm, and she died sometime afterwards in the nunnery of Montarges, in France.
In the mean time the four brothers of William, earl of Pembroke, successively earls of Pembroke, being dead s. p. their inheritance became divided between the heirs of their five sisters, when the manor of Sutton was allotted among others, to Joane, the second sister, then the widow of Warine de Montchensie, (fn. 1) by whom she had one son William, and a daughter Joane, married to William de Valence, the king's half-brother, who in her right became possessed of it. He died in the 23d year of king Edward I. leaving Joane his widow surviving, who had this manor assigned to her as part of her dowry, when it was found to be held of the king in capite, and that it was of the king's marechasly. She left one son, Adomar, or Aymer de Valence, earl of Pembroke, and three daughters,
Aymer, earl of Pembroke, the son, on her death became possessed of this manor. He was murdered in France in the 17th year of king Edward II. being then possessed of this manor of Sutton Valence, for so it was now usually called, and leaving no issue by either of his wives, for he was three times married, his three sisters above-mentioned became his coheirs; of whom Isabel married to John de Hastings, of Bergavenny, seems to have had this manor allotted to her, as part of her share in the inheritance. In consequence of this match, the arms of Hastings quartering Valence, were put up by some of his descendants on the roof of Canterbury cloysters, where they now remain. She was then a widow, her husband having deceased in the 6th year of that reign, leaving John de Hastings his son and heir; who likewise died anno 18 Edward II. leaving no issue by Juliana de Leyborne his then wife. But by his former wife he had one son, Lawrence, who was in the 13th year of king Edward III. made earl of Pembroke, by reason of his descent from Isabel, the eldest sister and coheir of Aymer de Valence, earl of Pembroke; and he died possessed of this manor in the 22d year of that reign, as did his grandson John, earl of Pembroke, s. p. in the 13th year of king Richard II. about which time I find this manor stiled in some records the manor of Sutton Hastings, which name however it soon dropped, and resumed its former one of Valence. Philippa, countess of Pembroke, survived her husband, and afterwards re-married Richard Fitzalan, earl of Arundel, and died in the possession of this manor in the 2d year of king Henry IV. she then bearing the title of countess of Pembroke, when Reginald lord Grey, of Ruthin, became entitled to it, as next of kin, and heir of Aymer, earl of Pembroke; and as such, at the coronation of king Henry the IVth, he carried the great golden spurs. After which being taken prisoner in Wales, by Owen Glendower, he was obliged to give ten thousand marcs for his ransom. To raise which, king Henry in his 4th year, granted licence to Robert Braybrooke, bishop of London, and others, feoffees of several of Reginald's lordships, to sell this manor among others towards the raising of that sum.
They sold it soon afterwards, as it should seem, to St. Leger, for Juliana, widow of Thomas St. Leger, esq. of Otterden, died possessed of it in the 5th year of the next regin of king Henry the Vth. Soon after which it became the property of William Clifford, esq. son of Sir Lewis Clifford, descended from the Cliffords, of Clifford-castle, in Herefordshire, who bore for his arms, Chequy or and azure on a fess gules, a crescent for difference, all within a bordure argent. He was sheriff in the 4th and 13th years of king Henry the VIth, and died three years afterwards, leaving by Eleanor his wife, sister and sole heir of Arnold Savage, esq. of Bobbing, two sons, Lewis and John, of whom Lewis Clifford, the eldest son, died in his life time, leaving a son Alexander, who was of Bobbing, esq. and on his mother's death, in the 19th year of Henry VI. succeeded to this manor. After which it continued in his name down to his grandson Nicholas Clifford, who leaving a sole daughter and heir, Mildred, she carried it in marriage to Sir George Harpur, (fn. 2) who resided at Sutton Valence, where he kept his shrievalty in the 2d year of king Edward VI. and in the windows of the manor house were formerly the coats of arms of the family of Clifford, and their several matches; and among others of Clifford impaling Culpeper, Savage, and Bourne. On the gateway was carved Clifford impaling Isley, quartering Fremingham, and a shield of Isley quartering Fremingham. In the windows of the hall was the coat of Harpur, Argent, a lion rampant sable, within a bordure engrailed of the second, with all its quarterings, and the same impaling Gaynsford, and a coat, Argent, a saltier gules, within a border sable, Bezantee, for De La Poyle. After his death she remarried Sir Edward Moore, who afterwards settled at Mellefont, in Ireland. By her first husband she left a son Edward, who was knighted, and by her second she had several children.
¶She seems to have entitled both her husbands to the possession of this manor during her life, after which it became the property of her son Sir Edward Harpur, who alienated it to Sir Edward Hales, knight and baronet, who died possessed of it in 1654, upon which it came to his grandson and heir, Sir Edward Hales, bart. whose trustees sold it in 1670 to Sir William Drake, of Agmondesham, in Buckinghamshire, and he settled part of it in jointure in 1675, on Elizabeth his wife, daughter, and at length sole heir of William Montague, chief baron of the exchequer, their son, Montague Drake, esq. of Agmondesham, left by Mary, sole daughter and heir of Sir John Gerrard, bart. of Hertfordshire, a son Montague Gerrard Drake, whose trustees, during his infancy, anno 5 queen Anne, having procured an act for that purpose, in 1708 sold this manor with the demesnes, and other estates in this and the adjoining parishes (excepting such of them as were in jointure to dame Elizabeth, widow of Sir William Drake as above mentioned, then the wife of Samuel Trotman, esq. of Siston, in Gloucestershire) to Sir Christopher Desbouverie, of Chart Sutton, (fn. 3) who afterwards in 1720, purchased of Montague Gerrard Drake, esq. the remainder of his estates which had been settled in jointure on his mother as above-mentioned, and so became possessed of the entire fee of them. He died possessed of this manor in 1733, and was buried at Beechworth, in Surry. Since which this manor has descended in like manner as those of Langley and Chart before described, to his youngest daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth Bouverie, now of Teston, the present owner of it. A court leet and court baron is held for this manor.
But though this manor, on the division of Sir Christopher Desbouverie's estates between his two daughters and coheirs, after the death of their two brothers, who both died s. p. was allotted to the youngest, Elizabeth, yet several farms and lands in the out-parts of this and the adjoining parishes, were allotted to the eldest daughter Anne, married to John Hervey, esq. afterwards of Beechworth, which on his death descended to his only son Christopher Hervey, esq.
It should be noticed here, that in the 10th year of king George II. an act passed enabling the family of Desbouverie to use the surname of Bouverie only, in pursuance to the desire of Jacob Desbouverie, esq. and Sir Christopher Desbouverie, deceased.
Charities.
WILLIAM LAMBE, sometime a gentleman of the chapel to king Henry VIII. and a great favorite of that prince, was of the company of cloth-workers, in London, and among many other extensive charities, out of his great love for learning, and for the place where he was born, erected in 1578, at his own proper costs and charges, a free grammer school, in this parish, for the education and instruction of youth, allowing yearly to the moster 20l. and 10l. yearly to the usher from time to time, as either place should be supplied by succession, and to the former a good house and garden to reside in.
MR. GEORGE MAPLESDEN, in 1713, left by will 5l. per annum for 30 English usher, to be appointed by the master of the school.
THERE ARE LIKEWISE two exhibitions of ten pounds per annum each, given to St. John's college, in Cambridge, by will in 1720, by the Rev. Francis Robbins, B. D. who had been fellow of that college, for the benefit of two scholars educated at this school.
The Rev. John Griffin is the present master of this school.
MR. WILLIAM LAMBE, above-mentioned, also founded in the village of Town Sutton six alms-houses, having an orchard and gardens to them, for the benefit of six poor inhabitants of this parish, and allotted the sum of ten pounds to be divided among them yearly, and entrusted the company of cloth-workers with the estates and direction of these charities. By some means 6l. of the above sum has been some-time with-held, and 4l. only is paid yearly. The poor inhabitants are usually appointed by the master of the school. The arms of the founder, being a fess between three cinquefoils, are carved in stone on the front of the alms-houses.
THE REV. MR. ROBBINS above-mentioned, left likewise 3l. to be paid yearly on March 11, to the poor of this parish, by the church-wardens, vested in Mrs. Felicia and Elizabeth Smith.
TOWN SUTTON is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Sutton, to which it was once so considerable as to give name.
The church which stands at a small distance westward from the village, is dedicated to St. Mary. It is a handsome church, the steeple stands on the north side of it, and had a high spire on it formerly, the upper half of which having been burnt down by lightning, it is at that part flat and covered with lead.
This church was antiently an appendage to the manor of Sutton Valence, in which state it continued down to John de Hastings, earl of Pembroke, lord of that manor, who died possessed of it in the 49th year of king Edward II. as appears by the escheat rolls of that year. Soon after which it must have passed into the possession of the priory of Leeds; for in the 2d year of the next reign of king Richard II. that king granted his licence to the above-mentioned priory, to appropriate this church; and it was confirmed to the priory by patents of the 18th and 20th years of king Henry VI. when at the request of the prior and cannons there, the parish church of East Sutton, likewise of their patronage, was united to this church, to which it has been ever since esteemed as a chapel.
On the dissolution of the priory of Leeds in the reign of king Henry VIII. this parsonage, with the advowson of the vicarage, and the chapel of East Sutton annexed, came into the hands of the crown, where it did not continue long, for the king settled it in his 32d year on his new-erected dean and chapter of Rochester, part of whose inheritance it still remains.
The parsonage, with the manor annexed to it, has been for many years held in lease from the dean and chapter, by the family of Payne. Edward Payne, esq. of London, who has been already mentioned before, died in 1794, possessed of the lease of it, and his heirs are now entitled to it.
The advowson of the vicarage is reserved by the dean and chapter in their own hands.
¶On the abolition of deans and chapters, after the death of king Charles the 1st, this parsonage was surveyed by order of the state in 1649, when it was returned, that the parsonage of Sutton Valence, with the rights of it, and the manor or parsonage-house, three barns, a stable, and several other necessary outhouses, with a yard, garden and orchard, containing by estimation two roods, together with the tithes, were altogether worth sixty pounds per annum. All which were let by the late dean and chapter, anno 16 Charles I. to Thomas Shipton, gent. for twenty-one years, at the yearly rent of fourteen pounds, and one quarter of wheat, two quarters of oats, and one good brawn every Christmas; which rent was valued at 18l. 16s. and that the premises were worth upon improvement over and above the said rent 56l. 2s. per annum.
The vicarage of Sutton Valence is endowed with all tithes whatsoever, except corn and hay. It is valued in the king's books at 7l. 9s. 7d. and the yearly tenths at 14s. 11½d.
In 1640 it was valued at seventy-three pounds. Communicants, 226.
The vicar of Sutton Valence serves the cure of the church of East Sutton, as a chapel annexed to it; and as such is entitled to the vicarial tithes of that parish in right of his vicarage, he being presented and inducted to the vicarage of Sutton Valence, with the chapel of East Sutton annexed.
Knowing I was going to be out of action for a few weeks due to a hospital stay, I made the most of getting out for the day with my sister. We came across this attractive Viaduct that runs along side the pretty village of Eynesford. After a visit to Eagle Heights less than a mile away we stopped for a delicious lunch at The Plough in the centre of Eynesford village, highly recommended - that's the pub/restaurant! NOT Eagle Heights :(
It started as a long distance relationship between him and my friend on xbox1. They started off friends and even tho she was technically married, he pushed constantly at her to see him more than just a friend. After he pushed hard enough, she gave this worthless ugly loser a chance. Keep in mind, my friend is a 10 of 10 on looks, im not even exagerating she is pin up model material but she suffered from deppressive bipolar disorder which was well maintained but this always made her feel like she had to settle for disgusting ugly dog feces like Xavier Razo. His looks were 1 out of 10, he was some mexican that has a nasty ENORMOUS ugly black infectious looking monsterous mole on his cheek, he has tiny small lazy eyes that he covers with 1 inch thick glasses thatbmakes them look smaller, hes OBESE n FAT af, his face looks oily, and he has a HUGE disgusting nose but She had a big heart and jumped into only seeing the good inside of people which come to find out, he lacked that too. My friend mentored a 14 yr old girl and saw her like a daughter so they were constantly around eachother. After 3 months of my friend and xavier seeing eachother, for a solid month he was forcing the 14 year old to moan and touch herself on xbox1 party mic for him to jerk off to without my friennd knowing. Xavier groomed the 14 year old and told her to not telling anyone of thier mic sexing because everyone would get mad and stop being friends so my friend knew nothing about it until some other people started suspecting things which made her confront the situation. They both admitted at that time that the rumors were true and confessed all the details. Me and my friend tried alerting on all avenues possible but the girl refused to admit to authorities so this ugly big mole loser got away with it. My friend started having constant episodes that were triggered from what he did since my friends past correlated with child molestation heavily. He took advantage of her weak state and wormed his way back into her life like some parasite. He used her more and even worse, tried talking to the 14 year olds girl's sister behind my friends back. The sister was 13 years old. My friend made him delete everything thinking that it would help them start new but it didnt. He manipulated her into thinking that he changed and made so much promises that he would never hurt, lie, cheat, and betray again. They became engaged, everyone congradulating them and the couple so happy until he sent a message to my friend saying "Alyssa my fwend whts wrong?". Alyssa was a girl he was talking to which honestly is fine right? Opposite gender friends are okay to have but when she confronted him, he lied saying she was married with a kid that she recently lost with his friend and that they all used to go to the same school together and she was 22 years old. Well facebook does exist so she went to facebook to confirm everything and nothing was accurate. Xavier is from Spring Texas and this girl was from WASHINGTON. Not only that, no kids , no relationship, and she just graduated 2020 FRESH OUT OF HS. When my friend asked him to send screenshots of thier messages, he said he deleted them. One can only assume why the messages were deleted immediately after getting caught, right? Lie after lie after lie after lie. My friend is gorgeous funny and when we are together we never fight, yea i fell for her, my roomate ik odd. We used to be together but it didnt work out. I would date her again if i could but right now she is in the hospital under suicidal watch because she tried to overdose on pills and if it wasnt for me hearing her body violently convulsing and hitting the dresser drawer during her seizure, she would have been dead. Shes under critical condition and they told me that currently its hard to determine whether she will make it or not, they have already revived her once. Its all the fault of him. He is a pedophile, hes 21, he lives with his parents like a bum, he only used her and never loved her, he probably has aids with as much slxtting around that he does, he will never get a girl like my friend again, he just got a job at mcdonalds, he used to assault/beat his sister all the time, and cries about his childhood to make people feel sorry for him.
Volunteers help community smile
By Sgt. 1st Class Jeff Troth
jefferey.l.troth.mil@mail.mil
CAMP CASEY, South Korea – For most volunteers in Korea, when they return to the states they will have the satisfaction of knowing they helped others in their community and may have been formally recognized for it.
But, for three Area I volunteers, they will take with them a new-found skill set they can use the rest of their lives.
They have just completed the American Red Cross Dental Assistant Education Program at the Camp Casey Dental Clinic Aug. 3. In January, when the clinic announced that they were offering the program for a second time more than 40 volunteers applied. Six were chosen and only three successfully completed the 100 hours of classroom study and the minimum 500 hours of clinical work.
“During their past six months of volunteering, they have worked hard,” said Dr. (Capt.) Francis Nahm, a dentist at the clinic and the education program director.
“It was a lot of information combined into a few weeks,” said Jessica Medlin, one of the three graduates who had almost 550 volunteer hours in the clinic. “It was kind of nerve racking having to go home and study and try to remember all of this information that they have given you. But it ended up being very easy by how they taught it.”
Their first two weeks in the program are spent immersed in classes on basic anatomy, medical terminology and health care ethics, as well as general dentistry and dentistry instrument layouts.
“In the 100 hours they have to learn, memorize and understand the physiology and bio chemistry of the body,” said Nahm. “Then they move onto dental, the oral facial area, then they go to the teeth and then the gum. There is a lot of terminology, just terminology after terminology for them to learn.”
“When we first started the class I didn’t know how I was going to remember it all, but they showed us diagrams of the teeth and other stuff and eventually it just clicked,” said Cimone Langley-Hopkins, who had been studying criminology at California State University, Fresno, prior to coming to Korea. She thought that this program could help in the forensic field if teeth impressions were needed to identify a criminal.
“It was a good thing having the doctors as our instructors, because this is their job and they know everything,” said Langley-Hopkins, whose husband, Pfc. Alexander Hopkins is in Company C, 3rd Battalion, 37th Field Artillery Regiment, 210th Fires Brigade. “Anytime we didn’t understand something in the book they would take us into the operatory and show us there.”
Once the volunteers passed the classroom final exam they moved to the operatory, for the observation portion of the program. During this time they watched the actions of and assisted an already qualified dental assistant. Once the doctors were satisfied with the volunteers’ work, they became the primary assistant and participated in everything from dental exams to oral surgery.
“Although they are volunteers, they are considered part of our team,” said Nahm. He said that since the volunteers are not pulled from the clinic for other tasks as military dental assistants are, the clinic is able to continue to see patients, which is a benefit for the clinic and Area I.
The benefits for the volunteer students are numerous. One is the cost. The Camp Casey program is free; a similar program taught at a civilian facility would cost $6,000 to $8,000 according to Nahm. Another benefit for them is the certificate they received upon completion of the program.
“When they finish we validate their total hours with the Red Cross,” said Nahm. “That certificate is honored as a dental assistant certificate and is transferable to a civilian certificate.”
Medlin, Langley-Hopkins and Hui Gibbs (who graduated early when her husband who was a contractor left Korea) are looking forward to getting jobs in a dental clinic when they return stateside.
Medlin knows that having the specialized skills of a dental assistant will give her job opportunities when she follows her husband, Pfc. Daniel Medlin, of Company B, 304th Signal Battalion, to Fort Huachuca, Ariz., this fall. While in Arizona she plans on getting an associate degree in health care management so that one day she can be a clinic’s head dental assistant.
“I still want to pursue my degree in the criminal justice field,” said Langley-Hopkins, who finished the program with over 600 volunteer hours. “But for right now the career path that I have decided to take is in the dental field.”