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Asimov, Isaac (Intro)
Auerbach, Arnold M.
Ballard, J.G.
Clarke, Arthur C.
Curtis, Richard (Edited)
Gernsback, Hugo
Grinnell, David
Heinlein, Robert
Kornbluth, C.M.
Leinster, Murray
Smith, George O.
Wells, H.G.
Okay, so I’ll admit that I wasn’t planning on becoming this friendly with the boys. It just happened.
I’m still tense with Jake, and I watch Ming and Brian closely but, honestly, the others weren’t too bad. Considering that they kidnapped and sold people.
Anyway as we trekked through the woods, we chatted about many things. We were talking about TV shows when we heard it.
Humming, but not people humming, vehicle humming. We looked at each and almost simultaneously ducked.
We slowly crawled towards the noise. We peeked through some bushes and saw the origin of the noise. A van.
The words on the van made me stop suddenly. TechOne was stamped on the side.
Two men, both with pistols, were fixing something.
I look at Jake. I can tell we’re thinking the same thing, attack. With nods to the others, me and Jake sneak around.
Then we jump into action. I tackle the man on the left, Jake gets the one on the right.
I begin to pumble to man on the chest and occasionally on the head. But then he does something, knocking me off. He gets up and points his gun at me.
Suddenly someone hits him in the head with a big stick, knocking out. Buck looks at me and nods.
He helps me up. I look around. Chris and Jake are dragging the unconscious men under some bushes.
Then we all freeze as something, or someone moves inside the van. I walk over slowly and press my ear against the van.
I hear nothing, so I decide to open the back doors. I do so slowly. But nothing could have prepared me for what was inside.
In the far corner sits a small child. The child whimpers and curls into a tighter ball.
“What are you guys looking at…” I hear Jake ask as they come back. “Whoa…” I hear him gasp.
Then for some reason I get in the van. It’s like my head is saying to leave it alone and walk, but my body refuses.
I sit down across from the child. “It’s ok, we’re not going to hurt you…” I whisper to the child.
The child lifts its head revealing a small, round face, streaked with tears and covered in bruises.
It’s a girl. Her blond hair is all tucked into her shirt, hiding it. Her eyes are bright green. She looks about eight years old.
She wears black stretch pants and a grey sweater. Despite the warm clothing she shivers uncontrollably.
I slowly come towards her, making soothing noises. Soon, I’m only a foot away.
“Hi there, I’m Jay. What’s your name?” I ask her. She looks at me and swallows. “Noel” she whispers so quietly, I almost don’t hear her.
“That’s a pretty name,” I tell her.
“Are the bad people gone?” she asks. I nod.
Suddenly she shoots herself into my arms sobbing. I rock her back and forth soothing her.
By this point the others have set up camp.
After about an hour I ask her if she wants to get out. She nods, holding her arms up for me to pick her up. I comply, only because it looks like she’s been through heck.
We sit down by the fire and she stays with me. I mean literally, she sits on my lap and if I go to the bathroom or to grab something she follows.
She only speaks to me. She answers the others my nodding and shaking her head. She especially avoids the boys. The only she seems to feel okay with is Matt.
Of course she does, Matt definitely tries to make her at least smile. He brings her things, makes jokes, and tells her stories.
Soon both she and Matt are yawning so much we send them to bed despite the complaints.
“She has to be a Type One.” Jake comments. This of course sends my blood pressure soaring.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Please tell me that you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking.” I say tightly. He shrugs.
“I was just saying, I mean, why else would they have her?” he replies.
“Anyway, what about the van? The path seem wide enough for it, at least for now.” I say changing the subject.
“I agree, I came with keys, too. We could drive until we run out of fuel, or we actually find the lab.” he says.
We all agree, making plans on how it fit everything in the van, and figuring out how we’ll divide driving time.
We put up the food and get ready for bed. Chris takes first watch tonight.
Instead of going to bed I find a full water bottle and use the water to wipe off the dirt on my arms and legs.
I hear rustling behind to I turn around. Noel stands there watching me. I wave my hand over inviting her to come.
She does, so I begin to clean her up. All around us the sound of nighttime fills the air. Its June, so it’s not too cold.
As the dirt disappears, I see more a Noel. She has fair skin, and is very skinny. I dry her off and carry her to bed.
I don’t know why but I feel overly protective of her. I feel like a must protect her from the world.
I put her right between me and Ming. She falls asleep quickly, so I sneak out and sit by the fire.
By this time Jake is on watch.
I sit down across from him. I think for a moment before I start talking.
“If we discover that she is a Type One, you will not go near her. If you even so much as touch her, I will hurt you. Understand?” I warn him.
He nods, and then says “Know this, I’ve dealt with worse than you. You don’t scare me, your threats don’t scare me either. Understand?”
I glare at him and go to bed.
The 2014 Bridge of Allan Highland Games, near Stirling in Scotland Ready. Tense. Go.
A tale of two athletes and two very different moods. Bib 47 radiates neon intensity, while Bib 50 keeps it sleek and serious in black. Both appear fully loaded and primed for explosive performance… but only one seems truly aware of being observed.
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I knew Lionfish were venomous even fatal.
After coming across one about 20 feet offshore I googled the number of fatalities they cause in a year.
Apparently the spines cause a really painful sting which is seldom fatal but the commonest incidents are with curious photographers who annoy them!
Judging by the way this one's spines have gone from being flat against its back to being fully erect I guess I was lucky!
in front of Tensor, a wall of 64,800 LEDs that Sasha helped bring out to playa several years ago.
©2011 Steph Goralnick - Please do not publish or repost without permission
I have been feeling a little tense that it is less than 2 weeks till I leave on a big overseas trip and I don't know what colours are going to be in my palette. Well tonight I made the final decisions. The shocking thing is that I am not taking Quin Burnt Orange or Cobalt Deep Blue …well not as separate colours. They will be there in my mixed "steel's grey". This means that I am taking Transparent Red Oxide instead..the big battle between TRO and QBO had a surprising result. I um-ed and ah-ed about the greens and in the end Jadeite won…even though it has some fun granulating effects.(can always buy a pan of W&N if it doesn't work out) I just love Indanthrone BLue and use it often to mix my blacks..so it took the place of the second green. Also I have a hankering for a mixed purple in my palette.
WHilst there is little merit in sharing these messy mixing pages with you all as such, I hope that you can understand the process that I am going through. I am testing the colours and my standard mixes to see what are the most versatile.
I am very excited about my radical palette change in recent weeks - the colours I am getting on my page (on the rare occasions when I get a chance to sketch) feel so vibrant and fresh and new… and hoping they will lead to a new step in my painting when my holiday (vacation) begins next week.
Now my only decision is how many pans of each to take….
The second generation DS 4 Hatchback was unveiled on 3 February 2021. It is meant as a replacement for the DS 5 which was discontinued in 2018 and is based on the PSA EMP2 platform of PSA Group. The car comes in three models, DS4 Crossback, DS4 Performance Line, and the main DS4 hatchback.
The car is intended to compete with the BMW 1 Series and Audi A3 hatchback, and will also compete with the Mercedes-Benz A-Class Hatchback.
DS 4 E-TENSE hybrid version will be available. As for gasoline engines, the DS 4 will have options of PureTech engines with a power of 130, 180, or 220 PS.
The 2021 DS 4 will go on sale in the fourth quarter of 2021. It was designed in Paris, but will be produced in Opel's Rüsselsheim plant.
The leaves under the kale are dying but what FABULOUS colours THEY are turning! Can't bear to throw them into the compost yet!!
Wikipedia says:
The U.S. Custom House or U.S. Customhouse is the custom house in Charleston, South Carolina.
Construction began in 1853, but was interrupted in 1859 due to costs and the possibility of South Carolina's secession from the Union. After the Civil War, construction was restarted in 1870 and completed in 1879.
The building was placed on the National Register of Historical Places on October 9, 1974. It is also a contributing property of the Charleston Historic District.
In the tense pre-Civil War period, the federal government felt that building a new custom house in Charleston to replace the Old Custom House would be a positive sign to South Carolina.
A design competition with a US$300 prize was announced. About ten architects submitted entries.
The four known entrants were three Charlestonian architects: Edward Brickell White, Edward C. Jones, and Peter H. Hammarskold and one Savannah, Georgia architect, John S. Norris. Noted New York architect, James Renwick submitted a late entry, which was returned.
The commission judging the entries selected the Jones design and submitted the plans to the Secretary of the Treasury in Washington, DC.
There was lobbying while the decision was being made. Robert Mills submitted plans to the Secretary. Eventually, Ammi Burnham Young was selected to produce a new design incorporating features of the four competitive entries.
White was appointed the superintending architect.Jones, Hammarskold, Norris, and White were awarded US$200 for their entries.
The final plans were for a two-story, cross-shaped building with an elevated, rusticated basement. It was to be 259 ft (79 m) from west to east and 152 ft (46 m) from north to south.
The west and east arms had Roman porticoes supported by Corinthian limestone columns and steps down to grade. The north and south arms were porticoes. The walls had Corinthian engaged columns between the windows. There was a dome supported by Corinthian columns.
The building was to be 160 ft (49 m) above grade. Except for the change from Doric to Corinthian order and for the high dome, the building bore resemblance to the Boston Customhouse that Young had recently designed.
Land was purchased at Fitzsimons' Wharf at East Bay and Market. Construction started in 1853 under White's direction. Since the location was marshy, 7,000 piles that were 40 ft (12 m) long were driven into the sand and were cut off at grade.
A grillage or network of timber was laid. and a thick bed of concrete was constructed for the foundation. The granite walls of the basement were finished by 1855. After the marble-faced walls were erected, the columns were begun in 1858.
In 1859, there was increasing concern in Congress over the possible secession of South Carolina and the costs of construction.
Representative John Letcher from Virginia called for a cessation of construction. Representative William Porcher Miles defended the construction with little enthusiasm. No funds were appropriated to continue construction in 1859.
White proposed eliminating the costly dome and replacing it with skylights. With the possibility of war, Congress only appropriated funds for protecting the construction from rain.
During the war, the building was damaged by shelling. In 1870, construction resumed.
The original marble came from Hastings, New York. Because that quarry was abandoned, new marble was obtained from Tuckahoe, New Jersey.
Alfred B. Mullett prepared revised drawings. The dome in Ammi B. Young's original design was replaced with skylights that covered a two-story, square cortile or inside patio.
Fluted Corinthian columns surround the iron second floor gallery. The gallery is ornamented with fluted pilasters. The north and south porticoes were probably converted to office space at this stage.
The windows are rectangular with pediments. The portico entrance doors are also pedimented. The buildings were topped with an entablature with architrave and an unadorned frieze with a dentiled cornice. The building has a low roof with an open balustrade.
Construction was completed in 1879. The total cost of construction was about US$2,806,000.
It is possible that the north and south porticos were enclosed to increase office space in repairs after the 1886 Charleston earthquake.
In 1906, a heating system replaced the use of stoves and coal grates. In 1910, plumbing and electrical lighting were installed.
By the 1960s, the Custom House was used by a number of federal agencies. Threatened with demolition, local preservationists with the help of Representative Mendel Rivers worked to save the building.
In 1964, "UNITED STATES CUSTOM HOUSE" was engraved in the frieze above the west portico. In 1968, over US$212,000 was spent on restoration.