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Sunrise over Gesu Church and Marquette Hall at Marquette University

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not ttte but i thought this was hilarious  pere marquette is the polar express, olton hall is the hogwarts express u can imagine pere would bully the shit out of her for being in harry potter movies [also scotsman is there....cuz i thought it would be cute. its literally just my design for ttte scotsman but w eyelashes] [also yes ik it says ‘’ur most known role are in’’ i genuinely cant think rn but hey, the broken english is funny]

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Dawes and Richmond lead Seton Hall to a 78-75 win over No. 7 Marquette

Marquette: Hosts Butler on Wednesday.

NEWARK, N.J. (AP) — Al-Amir Dawes had 23 points and Kadary Richmond scored 21 to lead Seton Hall over No. 7 Marquette 78-75 on Saturday for the Pirates’ third win this season over ranked teams. Seton Hall (10-5, 3-1 Big East) held off a late scare from a well-rested Marquette, which hadn’t played since defeating Creighton 72-67 on Dec. 30. A 10-0 run pushed the Seton Hall lead to 76-66 with…

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#afternoon update #Marquette Golden Eagles #seton hall

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transcript of sufjan steven's writing at the back of the michigan vinyl (transcribed by u/cynicalis):

Welcome to Michigan! The waterways and waterfalls! Soo locks, state parks and Walloon Lake. The apple farms and cherry blossoms and two striking peninsulas bordering four Great Lakes! The sandy shore-lines, the spring-fed rivers, the Mackinac Bridge! Blissfest! Henry Ford! Tulip Time! Motown music! Bring a set of clubs, try your swing at Harbour Point. Wear the tan pants with pockets on the hips. Carry the things in them that matter most: the paper matchbook from Petoskey, your sister's postcards from Marquette, a turkey feather, a rabbit's foot. Sip lemonade and listen for the biplanes overhead making figure eights in the sky. Carry a canoe around St. Mary's Rapid, like the Ojibway. Overhead, sixteen geese cast their shadow V over the straits of Mackinac. There is the smell of leaves burning, wood stoves, cigar smoke and compost.

The people are generous, warm, outgoing, helpful, industrious, always willing to lend a hand. They give clear directions to the interstate. Have you been to Frankenmuth? Christmas in July? The Renaissance Festival? The Renaissance Center? Have you harvested baby's breath in abandoned lots? Have you been on a three-wheeler, a snowmobile, a ferry to Beaver Island? There are rainbow trout and catfish, beaver dams, curious raccoons, and mourning doves moaning overhead, balanced on power lines.

Follow 1-75 downstate to Detroit. Listen for the lonely echo in Tiger Stadium, traffic on Grand River Avenue, the empty aisles of Hudson's, long abandoned. Look around and spend the day in mourning. Oh Detroit, you complicated old man, nearly dead, with your shoulders arched over the river, polluted and gray, the threads of your shirt worn down with disease and car exhaust. You have grown thin with industry, car factories, riots, raids, transportation nightmares. You have eaten Coney dogs with relish and onion. You have built magnificent buildings only to burn them. Your children's children have squandered their dowry. They strut on the streets. They throw trash in the trees and hang their laundry on ropes fit for hanging.

Oh Detroit, what have you done to man, his wife and kids, his cousins, his music, his hairstyles, his shoes with white tips, his pleated pants, his elbow slung out the car window, his basketball courts, his officers downtown, his nightclubs, his shirtsleeve tucked over a pack of cigarettes, his imagination, his industry, his sense of humor, his home? Oh Detroit, what have you done to city hall, the public trains, the workers' union, the Eastern Market, Boblo Island, the Ambassador Bridge? Where have you put your riches, where have you hid your treasure? Your concrete over-passes, your avenues as wide as rivers, your suburbs bloated with brick homes and strip malls and discount liquor stores and resale shops. When you are dead and gone, who will care for your children's children. They have run wild with the bastard boys around the streets, reckless car rides downtown, rigorous dancing, drug taking, knife-stabbing, pillow-stuffing, tail wagging restlessness. They have been drunk with this for years. They have been out of their minds. They have been left with nothing.

Even still, here and now, there is a renaissance of hope. The streets will take up horns and play free jazz, the buses will clang their bells in time, the buildings once burned out will be home to the homeless. Living rooms will be filled with furniture. Broken families will reconcile. Women will be honored with lilac wreaths. Men will begin to lower their voices. Children will fill playgrounds and parks with the sounds of their playing.

Who can call us father, or who can call us son? If we have regarded ourselves abandoned by whatever thing (a person, a lover, a parent, a false prophet, ourselves), then we have lost touch with the great family, ourselves, all of us together, in this great place called Michigan. Who is your neighbor? He is your brother. Who is that stranger? She is your mother. The man downstairs hammering on the wall, the woman blow-drying her hair in the bathroom-these people are your family. Have you lost your mother to death? Have you lost your father to disease, to war, alcohol, drugs, a car accident? Nothing can replace them. They have been made known completely in death, to whatever supernatural landscape (who can say for sure?). Until then, it is our hard task to welcome the widows, the children, the orphans, the fatherless into our family. What little effort it takes -- a friendly nod at the stranger on the street, giving change to the man who asks, saying hello or goodbye, opening doors, keeping our mouths shut. In the small things, the day-to-day gestures, the normal business of the day, we do the great work of the kingdom, which is to welcome each unlikely individual into the fold, one person at a time.

We do these things, not because we are Michiganders, but because we have been called to participate in the world’s creation from the very beginning. Making music. Baking cakes. Sewing curtains. These things mean something greater: that we have been known from the very start. Our eye color, our hairline, our jawline, the shape of our big toe, the tone of our voice. These things have been designed from the very beginning. What kind of music we listen to. The sort of skirt that looks good. The baseball cap, the tennis shoe, the orange bandana. We have been made to find these things for ourselves and take them in as ours, like adopted children: habits, hobbies, idiosyncrasies, gestures, moods, tastes, tendencies, worries. They have been put in us for good measure.

Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.

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Has any of the campaign 3 stuff with Ruidus gotten you thinking about that Pern AU you were talking about forever ago? Because it gives me major red star vibes

Oh shit, excellent question.

Ruidus absolutely gives me BIG Red Star vibes, which feels part and parcel with how much this entire campaign so far feels like it's sending regular tributes out to old sci-fantasy. I would completely believe that Matt is making a reference (Matthew Mercer, ubernerd, has for sure read some Anne McCaffrey in his day, whether he was consciously pulling on it for this or not). And, mmm, this is making me want to talk about sci-fantasy as a genre, and how psychic powers specifically get grandfathered in as a science fiction trope rather than a fantasy one, and what that means for Imogen's position and Main Character Energy and...

But that wasn't your question! You were asking about the Pern AU, which is definitely somewhere on the list of AUs I Meant To Come Back To Someday, and which I definitely should. (I have like 3/4 of what should've been the next installment buried in my drafts somewhere! Oh, if you all could only see my drafts folder.)

I think what's interesting here is that...in a Pern AU, Vox Machina are dragonriders and a lord holder and a harper and maybe Pike is a healer instead. They play fully within the rules of the world, even if they are exceptional within those rules; in campaign 1, that means that they fit certain fantasy tropes, that they play by certain genre rules, that they may be dumb chaotic assholes but they do so in a recognizable high fantasy way. In a Pern AU, that means they fit well into the position of dragonriders and Lord Holders, people you'd expect as main characters. The M9, on the other hand, had I ever gotten there, would've been entirely non-dragonriders; they're spies and researchers and Holdless vagabonds, probably working for Harper Hall rather than the Cobalt Soul (it's all blue!). They examine the fabric of the world, start asking questions about the fall of the Age of Arcanum and what Thread is, really, but never quite get answers because they have real-world political problems to deal with and when they touch those cosmic mysteries, they make it through but also it's real weird and surreal there for a while.

Bell's Hells, on the other hand...in a Pern AU, Bell's Hells would be a full-on rewrite of White Dragon and All The Weyrs of Pern, I suspect, with a completely shaken-up cast, because Bell's Hells are in a position to actually encounter and mess with the underlying basis of the setting itself. Part of this is audience context -- we've seen more and more of the Age of Arcanum now, we actually can start telling stories about it! -- but right, FCG is RIGHT THERE being actually from it. The moon that VM never noticed, that the M9 spotted as weird but did not have time to deal with...Bell's Hells are going to go there, and possibly, literally fight it. Bell's Hells don't give a shit about the politics of Marquette-at-large (though they at least sort of care about the politics of Jrusar). They're gonna fight the literal moon.

I need to think a bit more about this, about trilogies and progressions, about what my genre senses tell me is coming for BH and how realistic those actually are, and we're only 27 episodes in (I'm only 26 and a half episodes in, because New Work Schedule means passing out at mid-break so I can be up at 8 the next day), and there's a lot to explore there. But in answer to your question...shit, yes, I am indeed thinking about it, but also to stick Bell's Hells anywhere into Pern canon would require us to be working either circa Dragonsdawn or circa AtWoP, where the 'oh shit, this is a sci-fi setting' bits of the world are actually visible. Which involves way more engaging with the worldbuilding bones of Pern canon than I feel prepared to tackle at 9:45 on a Sunday morning.

#critical roll #cr spoilers #I guess technically? #asked and answered

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College Basketball: Iowa State Cyclones to host Marquette in Big 12/BIG EAST Battle this season

Hilton Coliseum in Ames, home of the Iowa State Cyclones AMES – The Iowa State men’s basketball team will host Marquette in the 2024 Big 12/BIG EAST Battle on Wednesday, Dec. 4 at Hilton Coliseum. Iowa State is 4-0 in the BIG EAST/Big 12 Battle, beating DePaul (99-80) last season, St. John’s (71-60) in 2022, Creighton (64-58) in 2021 and No. 16 Seton Hall (76-66) in 2019 at Hilton Coliseum. The…

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UConn: 2024 Big East Men's Basketball Champions

UConn won the Big East men's basketball tournament on Saturday. We'll find out if the Huskies won the No. 1 overall seed of the NCAA tournament on Sunday.

The Huskies, seeded No. 1 in the Big East, rallied in the second half to put away No. 3 seed Marquette _ and add one more item to their March Madness résumé. Even more helpful for UConn was a game that finished less than an hour beforehand: Houston, UConn's biggest competition for the No. 1 overall seed, was blown out 69-41 by Iowa State in the Big 12 final.

The NCAA tournament bracket will be revealed at 6 p.m. ET on Sunday.

It was a slow start for UConn and Marquette at Madison Square Garden, with the two teams combining to go 1-for-17 from the field to open the game. UConn's Samson Johnson connected on a dunk with 13:29 remaining in the first half to tie the game 2-2.

Things thankfully picked up from there, with nine lead changes and no deficit larger than four points for the rest of the half. UConn entered halftime up 26-24 and exchanged the lead a few more times before finding the kind of groove that won them so many games in the regular season.

A 19-5 Huskies run midway through the second half put the game out of reach, with Jaylin Stewart and Tristen Newton doing almost all of the damage.

The biggest difference-maker of the game was UConn big man Donovan Clingan, who led the team with 22 points on 7-of-12 shooting, 16 rebounds, two assists and two blocks.

This is UConn's first Big East tournament title since Kemba Walker's immortal run in 2011 (he program spent seven seasons in the AAC in that time span). It is also the program's eighth title, tying it with Georgetown for the most in conference history.

UConn vs. Houston March Madness résumés UConn Record: 31-3 (18-2 conference) Tournament: Won Big East Quad 1 record: 13-3 Quad 2-4 record: 18-0 Strength of schedule: 27 Losses: Kansas, Seton Hall, Creighton

Houston Record: 30-4 (15-3 conference) Tournament: Lost Big 12 final Quad 1 record: 16-4 Quad 2-4 record: 14-0 Strength of schedule: 14 Losses: Iowa State (twice), TCU, Kansas

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Judge Velvalea “Vel” Phillips (February 18, 1924 - April 17, 2018) was a civil rights pioneer in Wisconsin. She was the first African American and the first woman to serve as an elected official and as a judge in the state. She was born one of three girls to Russell Lowell Rodgers and Thelma Etha Payne Rodgers in Milwaukee. She married W. Dale Phillips (1945) an attorney, they became the first husband and wife of any race to be admitted to the Wisconsin bar. The couple had two sons.

She graduated from Howard University with a BA. She earned her L.L.B. from the University of Wisconsin-Madison Law School, becoming the first African American woman to graduate from a law school in the state. She lost a close race in her first bid for political office, a seat on the Milwaukee Common Council. She won the seat in 1956, becoming the first woman of any race to sit on the council.

She introduced Milwaukee’s first open housing ordinance. She was arrested at a rally to protest the firebombing of the Milwaukee office of the NAACP. She was elected to the National Democratic Committee.

She became both the first woman and first African American to sit as a Milwaukee County judge. She took a position as a professor at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee where she served as an adviser to the Black Student Union.

She was appointed as a distinguished professor of law at Marquette University School of Law and received an honorary doctorate. She chaired the successful congressional campaign for Representative Gwen Moore. She founded the Vel Phillips Foundation.

She supported the Black Holocaust Museum. She was a board member of the local NAACP, the Wisconsin Conservatory of Music, and the Haggerty Museum of Art. The University of Wisconsin-Madison renamed one of its residence halls after her, the Wisconsin Alumni Association awarded her its Distinguished Alumni Award. She was a member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #deltasigmatheta

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Tyler Kolek scores career-best 32 points to lead No. 9 Marquette past Villanova 85-80

Marquette plays Saturday at Georgetown.

VILLANOVA, Pa. (AP) — The Villanova hype man shouted into the microphone moments before tipoff that it was time for fans — Hall of Fame coach Jay Wright among them — to get pumped. “We’ve got a top-10 team in the building Nova Nation,” he bellowed to mild applause. There was indeed a top-10 team in the house. Only it wasn’t the home team ranked that high, once a familiar spot for Villanova for…

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Jay M. Pickands House ("Breezy Bluff")

9619 Lakeshore Boulevard

Bratenahl, OH

The Jay M. Pickands House, known as "Breezy Bluff," located at 9619 Lakeshore Boulevard in Bratenahl, Ohio, was the home of Jay Morse Pickands.  Few names are more deservedly prominent in Cleveland's industrial and commercial life history than that of Pickands. One of the families of that name and a member of Pickands, Mather & Company, was Jay M. Pickands. Pickands was born on February 21, 1880, in Marquette, Michigan, to Colonel James and Caroline Martha Pickands. Colonel Pickands, along with Samuel Mather, founded the Pickands Mather & Company in 1883. Jay was two years old when his mother died on May 15, 1882, and his father remarried to Seville Hanna, the sister of Mark Hanna.  Jay Pickands, in his comparatively short life, achieved well-deserved business and social prominence. He graduated from University School in 1898 and graduated from Yale University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in 1902.  After graduation, he went to work in the sales department of Pickands, Mather & Company. Jay's brother, Henry, took over the firm's partnership upon the death of their father on July 15, 1896.

     Jay married Alice Maxwell Reynolds on January 7, 1903. She was born in Marquette, Michigan, on February 24, 1882, to Josiah and Jean Reynolds. Jay and Alice had a daughter, Jean Maxwell.    Jay Pickands built his house at 9619 Lake Shore Boulevard in 1907 on land that had formerly belonged to George and Sarah Benedict, who had purchased 4.2 acres on the lake at the northeast corner of Louis Avenue (Lake Shore Boulevard) and Haldeman Avenue (Lake Shore Boulevard) from Mary Bratenahl on June 22, 1871.  The Benedicts built a comfortable, unpretentious two-story frame cottage with a pitched roof and wide side porch. The modest house served as a summer retreat from their 2824 Euclid Avenue home. The Benedicts entertained a great many guests for picnicking and swimming at their Glenville retreat.  Breezy Bluff passed by inheritance to George and Sarah’s daughters, Mary and Harriette, on October 28, 1905. Mary and her husband, William Crowell, continued to occupy it as a summer home.  The Benedict cottage burned to the ground in 1906. Jay and Alice Pickands purchased the property on May 5, 1906, and commissioned J. Milton Dyer to design their home.

     Dyer was born on April 22, 1870, in Middletown, Pennsylvania. His family moved to Cleveland in 1881. He graduated from Central High School, attended a local training school for machinists, and studied at the Cleveland Institute of Technology and L'ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris in 1900.  Dyer had an active practice in the first two decades of the 1900s. He became exceptionally skilled in the design of public and commercial buildings. Some of his major commissions were the Brooklyn Savings & Loan Association on West 25th Street in 1904; the Tavern Club on Prospect Avenue in 1905; the First Methodist Church on Euclid Avenue in 1905; the Peerless Motor Car Company on East 93rd Street in 1906; the Cleveland Athletic Club on Euclid Avenue in 1911; and the Cleveland City Hall in 1916. After a period of inactivity, Dyer designed the U.S. Coast on Guard Station on Whiskey Island in 1940.

     Jay Morse Pickands became a partner in Pickands, Mather & Company in 1911. The business grew, including iron-ore mines, mining and distribution of coal, distribution of coke, and management of The Interlake Steamship Company fleet of 36 freighters transporting iron ore, coal, limestone, and grain on the Great Lakes.  Jay was a member of the Athletic, Country, Mayfield, Tavern, and Union clubs. Politically he was a staunch Republican. He actively participated with charitable organizations and, for several years, was Secretary of the Cleveland Branch of the Red Cross.  Jay Pickands died on November 18, 1913, at age 33, at Lakeside Hospital due to an operation for appendicitis. A little more than two years after being made partner, his death deprived Pickands Mather of one of its most efficient and valuable executives. He was buried in Lake View Cemetery.  Alice remarried to Jeptha Homer Wade, Jr., and died in Santa Barbara, California, on January 22, 1919, at age 36.

     Melanie Cushing, the widow of the revered Cleveland doctor, Edward Fitch (Ned) Cushing, acquired the home on September 2, 1916, for herself, her son Pat (Edward Harvey Cushing), and her two bachelor cousins, Perry Williams Harvey and Allyn Fitch Harvey.  Edward Harvey "Pat" Cushing acquired the home on May 1, 1922.  Irl Edmond and Lavonne Keal acquired Breezy Bluff on October 22, 1946.  Lewis and Ruth Helmick acquired Breezy Bluff on May 17, 1955.  Jeremy and Jean Taylor acquired Breezy Bluff around 1959.  John Carney acquired Breezy Bluff on May 24, 1964.  The house was listed with the National Register of Historic Places on August 24, 1979.    Famed Cleveland architect Richard Fleischman and Helen F. Moss acquired Breezy Bluff on June 28, 1991.  Fleischman was the winner of numerous architectural awards throughout his storied career and he and his wife hosted over 30 fundraisers at their grand Bratenahl estate.  Richard Fleischman’s wife Helen passed away in 2013 and Richard in 2020. Breezy Bluff fell into foreclosure and was put on the market for $1,100,000.  While the exterior of the home remains grand and stately, the inside clearly needs some love.

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Maurice Sendak; writer, artist, illustrator (1928)

Eliot Spitzer; politician (1959)

Kate Upton; model (1992)

Howlin' Wolf; blues singer (1910)

E.O. Wilson; biologist (1929)

Famous Birthdays

F. Lee Bailey; attorney (1933)

Clyde Beatty; circus performer, lion tamer (1903)

Saul Bellow; writer (1915)

Bill Burr; comedian (1968)

Jimmy Chamberlain; rock drummer (1964)

Gustave Courbet; artist (1819)

Kim Deal; rock bassist (1961)

Dan Fouts; San Diego Chargers QB (1951)

Judy Garland; actor, singer (1922)

Gina Gershon; actor (1962)

Joao Gilberto; Brazilian singer, guitarist (1931)

Rich Hall; comedian (1954)

Elizabeth Hurley; model, actor (1965)

Lionel Jeffries; actor (1926)

Tara Lipinski; figure skater (1982)

Frederick Loewe; composer (1904)

Herman Schlegel; German ornithologist (1804)

Jacques Marquette; French explorer (1637)

Hattie McDaniel; actor (1895)

James McDivitt; astronaut (1929)

Fairfield Porter; artist (1907)

Maxi Priest; reggae singer (1960)

Jurgen Prochnow; actor (1941)

Terrence Rattigan; playwright (1911)

William Rosenburg; Dunkin’ Donuts founder (1916)

Ken Singleton; Baltimore Orioles RF (1947)

Leelee Sobieski; actor (1982)

Jeanne Tripplehorn; actor (1963)

Shane West; actor (198)

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Epidemic of 15-19 year olds drop dead in schools and dorms across US and Canada in April 2023

Dr William Markis Jena, LA – 15 year old Jena High School student Kameron Shelton died in class at 11am on April 18, 2023 (click here) Milwaukee, WI – 19 year old Marquette University Student Kamrin Ray was found dead in residence on April 17, 2023 A Marquette University student died at a residence hall Monday night. First responders found him unresponsive on the bed by his roommate and…

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First 5 Days in Bali

Following our trip to Bromo, a third person joined my brother and me in Malang, Steve Larson. We all met in the late 1970's, when we were in our early teens. My family had moved into the neighborhood Steve lived in and we've been close ever since. When my brother said he'd come to visit for two weeks, I invited Steve as well and then I went into travel agent mode - something I'm gaining experience at here in Indonesia. Back when we started making plans, I'd told Steve that Malang was not worth spending much time in. I've since discovered more (as recent Tumblr posts suggest) of interest. But the plans were made back then, and they were solely concentrated on 10 days in Bali. This post will focus on the first 5 days. But first, Steve did spend three nights in Malang, and we were able to show him around a little bit. We walked in the neighborhood of my university. And then later we went to Alun-Alun (the central park in town), Kampungs Warna Warni and Tridi (Jodipon), and finally to the circle at City Hall, where we dined at the Hotel Tugu, and afterwards wandered through the endless rooms of the family's art and furniture collections. It was a nice taste of Malang - but indicative of the limitations of the place. Our travels began with a car ride from Malang to Surabaya, where my brother and I had our most serious tussle (over the speed and recklessness of our driver). The plane was late and the general anxiety of traveling was manifest. But we gratefully arrived in the Seminyak neighborhood of Denpasar at about 10 pm. Our driver, Ahmad Barman, is both a fine driver and tour guide. The accommodations in Seminyak were ideal, three comfy bedrooms with air-con (the sweaty heat never ends in Denpasar). The living area was all exposed to the open air, and there was a sizable pool and (for Martin and Steve) a pool table. We sampled some of the tequila we'd bought at the Denpasar airport, and then went out for dinner. We found a local Mexican food place, and ordered margaritas and fish tacos. It was lovely, and then we wandered the main drag in our neighborhood, trying to find the beach and another place to relax and enjoy. There were some night clubs, blasting music and spilling revellers onto the street, but these weren't enticing. We did sit in a couple of places for beers, but it was late and there wasn't much to observe. So we went back to the place we were staying in. We listened to Marquette win their first NCAA tournament game. Martin and Steve started playing pool, and I played some guitar and swam naked, and we drank until 4 a.m. for me, and 5 a.m. for them.  That set us back for the next morning, but I had a date with my landlord to meet for brunch. So I met Pak Barman and went out with a pretty strong headache, while Martin and Steve slept until mid-afternoon. My landlord, Jany, is a very nice person and we had a nice conversation about life in Bali and the future, while I ate a fine smoked duck salad. Then she took me shopping for a new shoulder bag, and I bought Alice a colorful cloth, for a scarf or whatever she likes. When I returned the boys were barely moving. But we gathered ourselves and had Pak Barman bring us to the Kuta beach, where we watched a perfectly acceptable sunset and had a sushi dinner. Back at the airbnb, we took it easier and prepared for our next stage of the journey - Ubud. I've been to Ubud before, and I made our accommodation near the center of town, but in the Kajeng Rice Field, an oasis of pastorality in the hurly-burly of a small town overwhelmed by tourists. The hotel wasn't so great (Martin and I had to share a bed for the first time since we were 10-11 years-old), but the outside was fantastic. It has a pool which is almost medicinal in cooling off an aging, over-heated body. The light on the rice paddies, golden and green, palm trees interspersed throughout the field, and fringing the edges, the shadows, the multiple species of birds, the clouds gathering and swaying overhead, all convened to offer a continuing display of nature's beauty. We sat on our porch for hours and hours each day, watching the light change, the birds fly, the clouds pass, the stars come out. It was bucolic. And then we'd walk 5 minutes to Ubud, a place being developed to accommodate the hundreds of thousands of tourists who come each year. The restaurants serve quality food. There are temples galore. But the sidewalks are small with foreigners swarming. Martin stayed at the hotel recovering from our indulgence of the previous days. Steve and I wandered the streets and came across a football field where several neighborhoods were constructing their Ogoh-Ogohs, for the upcoming Nyepi (New Year's) Festival. Nyepi means "Silent Day." So, comparable Mardi Gras before Ash Wednesday, the neighborhoods build monumental chicken wire and papier-mache monsters. They parade these through town, making tons of noise to stir up the evil spirits of the island, they then burn the ogoh-ogohs and hide in their houses for Nyepi, while the evil spirits roam around and realize that nobody is actually there, and are fooled into leaving the island. The monsters are pretty terrifying. Half-human, half-beast, with wild eyes, sharp, long teeth, and every manner of mythical bizarrity, vagina dentata, eyeless, winged-lions, gigantic tigers, Gene-Simmons-like-demon-tongues, dagger-like-nails and teeth.. So Steve and I were impressed and we found ourselves very much anticipating both the day before, and Nyepi (which is taken most seriously, and woe to the tourist who won't stay inside). More on that next posting. We had a lovely dinner and brought some food to the hotel for Martin, and we stayed up late, watching the night sky, playing guitar, singing, talking.  The next day, Steve was dealing with a head-cold, but we trudged on. We went to the Dalem Agung Temple, the grandest in town, but it was closed. It was interesting to see it so quiet, compared to the last time I was there (a holiday with hive-like activity). We explored the river-confluence where the temple is located. The whole place exudes spirituality. I dig it. It was hot, but that didn't stop us from hiking the Campuhan Ridge Trail. We sweated, and Steve had to overcome his sinus pain, and the grass was much longer than when I was there last, so the wind didn't cut any of the steam. But it's a lovely walk and we were happy to come upon the rice fields at the top, where we had some drinks, enjoyed the breeze, and cooled off.   Back down at the hotel, we prepared to return to the Ubud Water Palace (Pura Taman Saraswati) for dinner and a gamelan and dance show. The Water Palace is a photographer's dream, two lotus ponds in full bloom on either side of a walkway which leads to the gates of a temples with dozens of sculptures, of dragons, of warriors, of garudas, of musicians, and at the end of the day, it catches the sunset's colors in a startling manner. We arrived and took our seats at the Lotus Pond Cafe, where we watched the show and ate a fine dinner. The gamelan had some strings and horns, which is a bit unusual, and was nicely restrained. The dancing was graceful and multi-faceted -  a warrior dance and a flirtation dance among them, which ended with the dancer pulling members of the audience up to flirt with.  Then back to the rice field for a quiet night among the bats and bugs. We saw lightning in the distance, heard some thunder rumbling around, and felt a bit of rain, and it was all in character for Ubud, as spiritual a place as I've ever been. And, dear friends, that was just the first five days! The second half of the journey comes in the next posting. Make sure to look at my Instagram account (D. Selby Fing/Bugs Pacino) for the pics.