#did they have fireworks in 1965

[socdarlings]

how do u think the members of the gang would feel about/react to fireworks?? love ur page btw!!!

hi i’m aware this is like 18 days late sorry anon

How the gang would react to fireworks:

Pony:

wouldn’t really care tbh. he doesn’t enjoy the sound but he likes watching it explode

tries to take a pic of it and ends up crying cuz it looks like shit (never take pictures of fireworks. it never looks good)

ends up attempting to draw some from memory. he’s not great at painting but he actually, surprisingly, manages to get a good firework painting going

overall he likes them. wishes he could capture them though. 8/10

Johnny:

this poor boy. doesn’t like fireworks at all

he likes watching them from far, far away but going near one while it sets off? he’d rather die

also don’t bring him to where a bunch of fireworks are going off while it’s crowded. sensory issues to the max

i just know the gang’s gonna get their own firecrackers and light some off in the street. johnny is NOT getting involved. he stays in the house while it goes off and tries to listen to music or smth to distract himself. the loud noises scare him

3/10. doesn’t like em

Sodapop:

this dude loooooves anything that explodes. too much of a wimp to set it off himself though but he loves being there for it

he likes them going off, loves the colorful explosion it gives, loves the popping sound some of them do too. he’s not an artist by any means so he’ll ask pony to draw some. cue him failing

will go with steve to light them up after work. they’ll try and find a place and when they do, he’ll be giggling uncontrollably like a little kid

10/10. he’ll have a blast (had to do it)

Steve:

like soda, he loves these things. he’s more interested in setting up the fireworks than seeing them though.

he’ll try and make it from scratch too. also will try to get a car engine so he could make a “MasterBlaster5000”

does not fucking work. he does rig something so they set off all at once though. (he was planning on making a firework bomb)

steve reminds me of those guys on Minecraft that sets up elaborate redstone systems. would not be surprised if he got gunpowder so it could, in his words, “make more booms”.

also 11/10. too excited. have the fire department on standby.

Dallas

Oh he hates these things. absolutely fucking hates them.

doesn’t like seeing them, hates hearing them, and will go somewhere else if somebody’s lighting them up. he goes to buck’s when they do, because the bar music is loud enough to block it out. or to the shepard’s house because it’s far away

he knows the difference between fireworks and gunshots, but being around them is a whole different story. any type of explosion reminds him of New York, and he tries to forget anything about that place

even if the gang or the shepards try to invite him over with beer, he refuses. prefers to sit at home and get drunk by himself

him and johnny bond over their dislike of fireworks, even if he knows johnny likes seeing the patterns

-11/10. fuck the 4th

Two-Bit:

his favorite activity is sitting by and watching them explode while wasted. will be that drunk uncle that brings two 12 packs and a lawn chair

will set them off with steve as well. even though he’s not really into the process, he likes watching steve build stuff

will also be that annoying uncle that hollers and claps. if he knew how to grill, he’ll bring a Foreman too

one time him, steve, and soda (dally did NOT wanna come along) set off a bunch of fireworks in the street even though darry told em not too. cut to the neighbors calling the cops and they all took off running. two-bit was unlucky enough to get caught and spent his july 4th locked up

10/10. thank you uncle Keith for bringing the beers

Darry:

lord help this man

despite half the gang begging him to come, he only does because he wants to grill. and bring little sandwiches

and he does admire them, somewhat. again, he’s mostly there for the food

if the shepards come, tim’s by his side. somehow both him and two-bit managed to persuade him to drink, and he only got down one. someone needs to bring back the gang after all

if the gang sets off firecrackers in the streets he’ll be. livid is one word. he’ll pick up anyone that gets arrested for setting them off *cough* cough* twobit *cough* but now he has to talk to the cops. will be furious if he finds out either pony or soda was there

5/10. meh

Tim:

Like Darry, he’s mostly there to watch his siblings. when he does get him to drink, it’s the first time he starts genuinely laughing in a while

he does not care. he’s there for the drinks.

lets dally stay at his place if they’re setting them off. his house is the farthest from everyone, and away from the explosions

if the gang sets them off and curly’s there, he’ll egg him on. but if it gets too bad, he’ll pick up curly and haul ass outta there

2/10. bring on the beers

Curly:

don’t get me wrong. this kid loves fireworks. he’s just particular on who he spends it with

he hates the noisy people who yell and scream when it goes off, but he does like seeing the explosion. or the person that tries to take a picture of it with flash when they’re all crowded together. feels really angry abt it for some reason

if he does wanna look at it, or if he’s even in the mood to do so, he’ll bring along somebody quiet. to him, fireworks are supposed to be observed

eventually it does get boring to him and he wants to go home.

4/10. this could’ve been a video.

Angela:

I’m stuck on if she likes seeing them or not

like curly, i feel like she has to get in the mood. otherwise it’s just boring to her.

if somebody brought weed, she’ll smoke it and watch. if somebody brings booze, she’ll drink and watch but eventually she’ll just fall asleep.

she feels like fireworks is something to watch when you’re not sober

would she go by herself to watch? no. would she go with others? absolutely.

7/10 when drunk, 2/10 when alone

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[midchelle]

how would you rank the different beatles couples wedding looks?

Now this looks like a job for me

9. John and Cyn (1962)

I feel a little bad ranking them this low because the four of them had about two shillings to rub together between themselves, but this was just not a great effort. John appears to be wearing A Suit. Perhaps with a tie of some sort. Paul and George's fits look kind of similar, which makes me think he got married in his Beatles suit. I guess that was an appropriate start to their marriage.

Cynthia's having a classic Cher Horowitz faux Chanel suit moment. It's not a bad look, but it's literally something you would see in Zara. There's a pneumatic drill in the background. Cyn nearly got married to George instead. What a world that would be.

8. Paul and Heather (2002)

Did you know this was one of the most expensive weddings in history? It cost 3.6 million. They rented a castle in Co. Monaghan. There were fireworks. Did you know that Heather Mills wore the most 1980s wedding dress known to man in 1989? These are the things I was forced to find out while researching this look.

I originally had this a bit higher. I didn't want to rank it low just Because Heather. But the more I look at this dress, the more I hate it. She's doing the Kate Midleton lace sleeves -- which, in fairness, was pretty forward-thinking in 2002 -- but then the lace just goes over the whole outfit, which has the effect of making everything look very same-y. Barbie in A Christmas Carol executed this idea way better.

I don't have many objections to Paul's outfit. He wore a vest. That's effort. And he matched his tie to the flowers. Like job done, basically. My only real issue here is the lack of vision. If I was Paul McCartney in 2002 and a knight of the British Empire or whatever, and I'm getting married in a castle -- I'd have a sassy little sword with me. Perhaps even just to cut the cake. Come on.

7. Paul and Linda (1969)

Don't let the cuteness of the pictures distract you from the fact that they're both dressed like they have a meeting with Harry from accounting in an hour. Paul appears to have shown the barber a picture of the guy from The Peep Show. She married him when his hair looked like that. That's love.

It's possible that Linda is wearing a non-business casual outfit under the trench. We'll never know. The problem is that these people refused to get married any time outside of the cold months. It's weird how this is the one Indian thing they all adopted.

The kid is a fun accessory. I enjoy how she and Linda appear to be matching trenches.

6. Maureen and Ringo (1965)

I enjoy how Cyn, John, and George seem to be haunting the proceedings in the second picture.

Originally, I had this lower, but you know what? I like Maureen's little Jackie O suit with the Peter Pan collar, and I love that hair accessory she has over her bun with the bow. Ringo is fine, even if he does look like he's wearing his Dad's jacket. I really don't think it's supposed to fit like that. You're Ringo Starr and this is your wedding, you couldn't get it tailored? Or just buy one that fits better?

And once again: she married him when his hair looked like that.

5. [ERROR] (1978)

I saw a lot of sources saying the first pic is George and Olivia. It is not. The man looks a bit like George, but the woman looks nothing like Olivia. The second picture, I think, is from George and Olivia's wedding, and yes, that is the best quality I could find. I think George has the same '70s open-collar suit thing as the man in the fake picture, but that's about all I can tell. Olivia could literally be wearing a rug for all I can see about her outfit. Since this is Schroedinger's Beatle wedding look -- neither good nor bad since I Literally Can't See It -- it goes right in the middle.

I can't believe they wanted to have a small personal wedding. It's like they weren't even thinking about all the Tumblrinas.

4. Paul and Nancy (2011)

Nancy Shevall's royal wedding dress ft. Paul doing a classic Paul pose.

Nancy's wearing a Stella McCartney dress -- cute -- inspired by Wallis Simpson of all people, which is kind of wild as royal wedding inspiration goes, but I like it. It's tasteful while still being unconventional.

Paul also looks great. The longer hair suits him much better. Nancy Shevall is a businesswoman, and it shows. She did not marry a man with bad hair.

3. George and Pattie (1966)

Mary Quant herself personally designed George's coat. That's how serious this is.

It's a strange occurrence because this is one of the few times that `I feel more let down by the woman than the man. Don't get me wrong, Pattie looks great. Her hair's great. Makeup: great. The tights? The coat? Fantastic. But the dress itself does look like something I wore to my friend's birthday party when I was eight. Do better.

Not featured: Paul McCartney being out of his gourd during the proceedings. Sorry, Paul. This ain't about him.

2. Ringo and Barbara (1981)

Unghhh they look so good. Sorry there's no joke.

Barbara's dress is so lovely and romantic -- I think it might be a top and a skirt, actually? Anyway, love the neckline, love the sleeves, love the bell skirt. The flowers tucked in at the waist? The lace? That's how you do lace, Heather! And Ringo. He got his hair cut by someone who actually likes him this time, and he's wearing a jacket that fits! That's how you know he was serious about it, and it shows -- forty-two years later. Very fond of the star pin on his lapel.

What really puts this look over a lot of the others is I do feel like they coordinated, her in all white and him in all black. And they one-upped both John and Paul by having not just one, but two kids. Beat that, McLennon.

John and Yoko (1969)

You might've had a cute wedding look, a great wedding look, even, but did your wedding create enduring pop-cultural tropes? Don't think so.

#mid.txt

[justbeingnamaste]

The New York Fire Department recently reported that so far this year there have been 108 lithium-ion battery fires in New York City, which have injured 66 people and killed 13. According to FDNY Commissioner Laura Kavanagh, “There is not a small amount of fire, it (the vehicle) literally explodes.” The resulting fire is “very difficult to extinguish and so it is particularly dangerous.”

Last year there were more than 200 fires from batteries from e-bikes, EVs, and other devices.

A fire ignited at an e-bike shop and killed four people near midnight on the morning of June 20. Two individuals were left in critical condition. The fire commissioner has warned New Yorkers that such devices could be very dangerous and typically explode in such a way that renders escape impossible.

FDNY also reports that in just three years, lithium-ion battery fires have surpassed those started by cooking and smoking as the most common causes of fatal fires in New York City. It’s happening all over the country as these blazes have become commonplace. Cars and e-bikes are randomly blowing up in driveways and garages.

Now let’s be honest: 13 deaths in a city the size of New York with some 8 million people is hardly an epidemic. Regulations should always be based on a cost versus benefit calculation, or there would be no cars at all.

And yet the same scaremongers on the left who have zero tolerance and want bans for small risks when it comes to everything from swimming pool diving boards, gas stoves, plastic straws, vaping, fireworks, and so on, have a surprisingly high pain threshold when it comes to people dying or suffering critical injured from “green” electric battery fires.

Or consider this: In 1965, Ralph Nader almost single-handedly helped ban the popular Chevrolet Corvair—famous for its engine placed in the back trunk of the car. Nader’s bestselling shock book “Unsafe at Any Speed” declared the car was deadly. But there was no real evidence of that claim, and to this day there are no reliable statistics on how many passengers—if any—died in Corvairs from rear-end accidents.

What is indisputable is that EVs will cause far more deaths than Corvairs ever did.......

....All this is especially hypocritical because once upon a time the left’s mantra was “no trading blood for oil.” Now they are willing to trade blood in exchange for getting Americans to stop using oil. An irony of all this is that because of all the energy needed to produce windmills, solar panels, and electric batteries, new studies are showing that the reduction in greenhouse gas emissions to this “net zero” transition is close to zero. It turns out, green energy causes some pollution, too.....

#Green New Deal Is Even Worse Than You Think #Follow the Money #Question More #Question EVERYTHING #TIME BOMBS

[lauravias]

Ted Bundy

Ted Bundy, born Theodore Robert Cowell on November 24, 1946, was one of the most notorious American serial killers. He is known to have kidnapped, raped and killed at least 36 young women in 1970s and probably earlier. He was executed in the electric chair in 1989. His murders have inspired many novels and films about serial killers.

Photo of Ted Bundy

His mother was Eleanor Louise Cowell, who was 22 years old and unmarried when she gave birth to Bundy. His biological father's identity may never be confirmed, since on his birth certificate the father was listed as unknown; also, some rumours identify his father as his grandfather. For the first three years of his life, Bundy lived with his maternal grandparents and was told that his mother was his sister. He eventually discovered the truth and expressed a lifelong resentment toward his mother for never talking to him about his true parentage. In 1951 Louise met and married Johnny Culpepper Bundy, a hospital cook, and later that year the couple officially adopted Bundy, that took his name. He had a tense relationship with his stepfather, and complained to his girlfriend that Johnny "wasn't very bright” and "didn't make much money".

Ted Bundy’s parents, Eleanor Louise Cowell and  Johnny Culpepper Bundy

After graduating from high school in 1965, Bundy attended the University of Puget Sound for one year before transferring to the University of Washington. There, he fell in love with Stephanie Brooks, a wealthy and lovely young woman from California. He was devastated by their breakup, and many of his following victims resembled his college girlfriend. He graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in psychology in 1972.

Attacks and murders

There is no consensus on when or where Bundy began killing women. He told different stories to different people and refused to reveal the specifics of his first crimes. For example, he told his mother that he attempted his first kidnapping in 1969 in Ocean City, New Jersey, but did not kill anyone until 1971 in Seattle, yet told psychologist Art Norman that he had killed two women in Atlantic City in 1969.

Homicide detective Robert D. Keppel and biographer Ann Rule, who had previously worked with Bundy, both believed that he might have started killing as a teenager. Circumstantial evidence suggested that he may have kidnapped and killed eight-year-old Ann Marie Burr when he was 14 years old, but he repeatedly denied. His earliest documented homicides were committed in 1974, at the age of 27. The disappearances all took place at night, usually near ongoing construction work, and the victims were all young, attractive, and with long hair parted in the middle; at most crime scenes there were sightings of a man wearing a cast or a sling, and driving a brown or tan Volkswagen Beetle.

Photos of Ted Bundy's 1968 Volkswagen Beetle, in which he committed many of his crimes. The vehicle is on display at the National Museum of Crime and Punishment. 

Items found in his car when he was arrested in 1975

His first confirmed attack occurred shortly after midnight on January 4, 1974, when Bundy entered the apartment of Joni Lenz. After bludgeoning her with a metal rod from her bed frame, he sexually assaulted her with either the same rod or a metal speculum. She survived, but with permanent physical and mental disabilities. In the early morning of February 1, 1974, Bundy broke into the room of Lynda Ann Healy; he beat her unconscious, dressed her in blue jeans, a white blouse, and boots, and carried her away. On March 12, Donna Gail Manson, left her dormitory to attend a jazz concert on campus, but never arrived. On April 17, Susan Elaine Rancourt disappeared while on her way to her dorm room after an advisors' meeting at Central Washington State College in Ellensburg. On May 6, Roberta Kathleen Parks left her dormitory to have coffee with her friends at the Memorial Union, but never arrived. On June 1, Brenda Carol Ball disappeared after leaving the Flame Tavern in Burien, near Seattle; she was last seen in the parking lot, talking to a brown-haired man. On June 11, UW student Georgann Hawkins disappeared while walking to her sorority house.

The murders culminated on July 14, 1974, when Bundy abducted two women, Denise Marie Naslund and Janice Anne Ott, in the daylight and from crowded areas. Five female witnesses said that a good-looking young man, who introduced himself as "Ted", asked their help to unload a sailboat from his car. Four girls refused, but one agreed and accompanied him to his car. She saw there was no sailboat and fled. Using the same story, he approached and abducted Janice Anne Ott and, approximately four hours later, Denise Marie Naslund. On September 6, 1974, two grouse hunters found the skeletal remains of the two girls near a service road in Issaquah. After these happenings, King County police disclosed a composite sketch, that was printed in regional newspapers and transmitted on local television stations. These are not the only murders that he committed, as it is believed that he has killed more than a hundred women.

Newspaper from 1974 warning young women about “Ted”, aka Ted Bundy

Timeline of Bundy’s attacks       

In 1974                       

Joni Lenz, age 18, survived the attack on January 4, 1974

Lynda Ann Healy, age 21, died on February 1, 1974

Donna Gail Manson, age 19, died on March 12, 1974

Susan Elaine Rancourt, age 18, died on April 17, 1974

Roberta Kathleen Parks, age 20, died on April 17, 1974

Brenda Carol Ball, age 22, died on June 1, 1974

Georgeann Hawkins, age 18, missing since June 11, 1974

Denise Marie Naslund, age 18, died on July 14, 1974

Janice Anne Ott, age 23, died on July 14, 1974

Nancy Wilcox, age 16, missing since October 2, 1974

Melissa Anne Smith, age 17, died on October 26, 1974

Laura Ann Aime, age 17, missing since October 31, 1974

Carol DaRonch, age 18, survived the attack on November 8, 1974

Debra Jean Kent, age 17, died on November 8, 1974

In 1975

Caryn Eileen Campbell, age 23, died on January 12, 1975

Julie Cunningham, age 26, died on March 15, 1975

Denise Lynn Oliverson, age 24, missing since April 6, 1975

Melanie Suzanne Cooley, age 18, died on April 15, 1975

Lynette Dawn Culver, age 12, missing since May 6, 1975

Susan Curtis, age 15, missing since June 27, 1975

In 1978

Margaret Elizabeth Bowman, age 21, died on January 15, 1978

Lisa Levy, age 20, died on January 15, 1978

Kathy Kleiner, age 20, attacked on January 15, 1978

Karen Chandler, age 22, attacked on January 15, 1978

Cheryl Thomas, age 21, attacked on January 15, 1978

Kimberly Dianne Leach, age 12, died on February 9, 1978

Arrests, last murders and death

On August 16, 1975, Utah Highway Patrol officer Bob Hayward arrested Bundy in Granger (a Salt Lake City suburb). The officer searched the car after he noticed that the front passenger seat had been removed and placed on the back seats. Inside he found a ski mask, a second mask created from pantyhose, a crowbar, handcuffs, trash bags, a rope, an ice pick, and other items. The police did not have enough evidence to detain Bundy, so he was released. Afterwards, Salt Lake City police placed him on 24-hour surveillance. 

Ted Bundy's 1975 Utah mug shot

In September Bundy sold his Volkswagen Beetle to a Midvale teenager and Utah police impounded it. Inside the car, FBI technicians found hairs of Caryn Campbell, and some hair strands "microscopically indistinguishable" from those of Melissa Smith and Carol DaRonch. There was sufficient evidence to charge him with aggravated kidnapping and attempted criminal assault in the DaRonch case. Further investigation confirmed that he had not been with his girlfriend on any of the nights when the Pacific Northwest victims had vanished. In February 1976 Bundy stood trial for the DaRonch kidnapping, and after a four-day bench trial and a weekend of deliberation, he was found guilty. In June he was sentenced to 15 years in the Utah State Prison, and after a period of resistance he was transferred to Aspen in January 1977. 

While in the Pitkin County Courthouse's library, in Aspen, he opened a window and jumped out, managing to run away. He was a fugitive for six days, until two police officers found him and brought him back in jail. He planned his escape a second time; he sawed a hole of about one square foot between the steel reinforcing bars in his cell's ceiling and, on the night of December 30, stacked books on his bed to simulate his body, climbed into the crawl space and escaped. 

After evading, he travelled from Aspen to Tallahassee, Florida, passing from Chicago, Ann Arbor and Atlanta. There, on January 15, he attacked another five women, Margaret Bowman and Lisa Levy who died, Kathy Kleiner, Karen Chandler and Cheryl Thomas who survived. On February 8 he attacked another woman, Kimberly Dianne Leach; her partially mummified remains were found in a pig farrowing shed near Suwannee River State Park, near Lake City. He was arrested four days later by police officer David Lee for having stolen a car. 

Two of Ted Bundy’s victims

After numerous trials and three death sentences, Bundy was executed at 7:16 a.m. on January 24, 1989, at the Florida State Prison in an electric chair. Outside the prison, hundres of people cheered, sang, danced and even set off fireworks. His body was cremated in Gainesville, and no public ceremony was held.

Sources:

Ted Bundy | Crimes, Death & Facts | - Britannica

Ted Bundy - Biography

Ted Bundy’s Victims - Women’sHealth

Ted Bundy - Wikipedia

#true crime #ted bundy #murders #serial killer #tcc

[joeyclaire]

Who is he.

Ben Bernanke

14th Chair of Federal Reserve

Ben Shalom Bernanke (/bərˈnæŋki/ bər-NANG-kee; born December 13, 1953) is an American economist at the Brookings Institution who served two terms as the 14th Chair of the Federal Reserve, from 2006 to 2014. During his tenure as chair, Bernanke oversaw the Federal Reserve's response to the late-2000s financial crisis, for which he was named the 2009 Time Person of the Year. Before becoming Federal Reserve chair, Bernanke was a tenured professor at Princeton University and chaired the department of economics there from 1996 to September 2002, when he went on public service leave.

Quick Facts 14th Chair of the Federal Reserve, President ...

From August 5, 2002, until June 21, 2005, he was a member of the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System, proposed the Bernanke Doctrine, and first discussed "the Great Moderation" — the theory that traditional business cycles have declined in volatility in recent decades through structural changes that have occurred in the international economy, particularly increases in the economic stability of developing nations, diminishing the influence of macroeconomic (monetary and fiscal) policy.

Bernanke then served as chairman of President George W. Bush's Council of Economic Advisers before President Bush nominated him to succeed Alan Greenspan as chairman of the United States Federal Reserve. His first term began February 1, 2006. Bernanke was confirmed for a second term as chairman on January 28, 2010, after being renominated by President Barack Obama, who later referred to him as "the epitome of calm." His second term ended January 31, 2014, when he was succeeded by Janet Yellen on February 3, 2014.

Bernanke wrote about his time as chairman of the Federal Reserve in his 2015 book, The Courage to Act, in which he revealed that the world's economy came close to collapse in 2007 and 2008. Bernanke asserts that it was only the novel efforts of the Fed (cooperating with other agencies and agencies of foreign governments) that prevented an economic catastrophe greater than the Great Depression.

Family and childhood

Bernanke was born in Augusta, Georgia, and was raised on East Jefferson Street in Dillon, South Carolina. His father Philip was a pharmacist and part-time theater manager. His mother Edna was an elementary school teacher. Bernanke has two younger siblings. His brother, Seth, is a lawyer in Charlotte, North Carolina. His sister, Sharon, is a longtime administrator at Berklee College of Music in Boston.

The Bernankes were one of the few Jewish families in Dillon and attended Ohav Shalom, a local synagogue; Bernanke learned Hebrew as a child from his maternal grandfather, Harold Friedman, a professional hazzan (service leader), shochet, and Hebrew teacher. Bernanke's father and uncle owned and managed a drugstore they purchased from Bernanke's paternal grandfather, Jonas Bernanke.

Jonas Bernanke was born in Boryslav, Austria-Hungary (today part of Ukraine), on January 23, 1891. He immigrated to the United States from Przemyśl, Poland, and arrived at Ellis Island, aged 30, on June 30, 1921, with his wife Pauline, aged 25. On the ship's manifest, Jonas's occupation is listed as "clerk" and Pauline's as "doctor med".

The family moved to Dillon from New York in the 1940s. Bernanke's mother gave up her job as a schoolteacher when her son was born and worked at the family drugstore. Ben Bernanke also worked there sometimes.

Young adult

As a teenager, Bernanke worked construction on a hospital and waited tables at a restaurant at nearby South of the Border, a roadside attraction, amusement park and fireworks retailer, in his hometown of Dillon, before leaving for college. To support himself throughout college, he continued to work during the summers at South of the Border.

Religion

As a teenager in the 1960s, Bernanke would help roll the Torah scrolls in his local synagogue. Although he keeps his beliefs private, his friend Mark Gertler, chairman of New York University's economics department, says they are "embedded in who he (Bernanke) is." Once Bernanke was at Harvard for his freshman year, Fellow Dillon native Kenneth Manning took him to Brookline for Rosh Hashanah services.

Education

Bernanke was educated at East Elementary, J.V. Martin Junior High, and Dillon High School, where he was class valedictorian and played saxophone in the marching band. Since Dillon High School did not offer calculus at the time, Bernanke taught it to himself. Bernanke scored 1590 out of 1600 on the SAT and was a National Merit Scholar. He also was a contestant in the 1965 National Spelling Bee.

Bernanke attended Harvard College in 1971, where he lived in Winthrop House, as did the future CEO of Goldman Sachs, Lloyd Blankfein, and graduated Phi Beta Kappa with an A.B. degree, and later with an A.M. in economics summa cum laude in 1975. He received a Ph.D. degree in economics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1979 after completing and defending his dissertation, Long-Term Commitments, Dynamic Optimization, and the Business Cycle. Bernanke's thesis adviser was the future governor of the Bank of Israel, Stanley Fischer, and his readers included Irwin S. Bernstein, Rüdiger Dornbusch, Robert Solow, and Peter Diamond of MIT and Dale Jorgenson of Harvard.

Personal life

Ben and Anna Bernanke

Bernanke met his wife, Anna, a schoolteacher, on a blind date. She was a student at Wellesley College, and he was in graduate school at MIT.[citation needed] The Bernankes have two children, Joel and Alyssa. He is an ardent fan of the Washington Nationals baseball team, and frequently attends games at Nationals Park.

When Bernanke left Stanford to accept a position at Princeton, he and his family moved to Montgomery Township, New Jersey, in 1985, where Bernanke's children attended the local public schools. Bernanke served for six years as a member of the board of education of the Montgomery Township School District.

In 2009, The Wall Street Journal reported that Bernanke was a victim of identity theft, a spreading crime the Federal Reserve has for years issued warnings about.

Academic and government career (1979–2006)

Bernanke meeting with United States President Barack Obama.

Bernanke taught at the Stanford Graduate School of Business from 1979 until 1985, was a visiting professor at New York University and went on to become a tenured professor at Princeton University in the Department of Economics. He chaired that department from 1996 until September 2002, when he went on public service leave. He resigned his position at Princeton July 1, 2005.

Bernanke served as a member of the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System from 2002 to 2005. In one of his first speeches as a Governor, entitled "Deflation: Making Sure It Doesn't Happen Here", he outlined what has been referred to as the Bernanke Doctrine.

As a member of the board of governors of the Federal Reserve System on February 20, 2004, Bernanke gave a speech in which he postulated that we are in a new era called the Great Moderation, where modern macroeconomic policy has decreased the volatility of the business cycle to the point that it should no longer be a central issue in economics.

In June 2005, Bernanke was named chairman of President George W. Bush's Council of Economic Advisers, and resigned as Fed Governor. The appointment was largely viewed as a test run to ascertain if Bernanke could be Bush's pick to succeed Greenspan as Fed chairman the next year. He held the post until January 2006.

Chairman of the United States Federal Reserve

Bernanke testifying before the House Financial Services Committee responding to a question on February 10, 2009.

On February 1, 2006, Bernanke began a fourteen-year term as a member of the Federal Reserve Board of Governors and a four-year term as chairman (after having been nominated by President Bush in late 2005). By virtue of the chairmanship, he sat on the Financial Stability Oversight Board that oversees the Troubled Asset Relief Program. He also served as chairman of the Federal Open Market Committee, the System's principal monetary policy making body.

His first months as chairman of the Federal Reserve System were marked by difficulties communicating with the media. An advocate of more transparent Fed policy and clearer statements than Greenspan had made, he had to back away from his initial idea of stating clearer inflation goals as such statements tended to affect the stock market. Maria Bartiromo disclosed on CNBC comments from their private conversation at the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner. She reported that Bernanke said investors had misinterpreted his comments as indicating that he was "dovish" on inflation. He was sharply criticized for making public statements about Fed direction, which he said was a "lapse in judgment."

Financial crisis of 2007–2008

Bernanke (left) in September 2008 as President Bush speaks about the economy

Further information: Financial crisis of 2007–08

As the Great Recession deepened, Bernanke oversaw some unorthodox measures. Under his guidance, the Fed lowered its funds interest rate from 5.25% to 0.0% within less than a year. When this was considered insufficient to abate the liquidity crisis, the Fed initiated quantitative easing, creating $1.3 trillion from November 2008 to June 2010 and using the created money to buy financial assets from banks and from the government.

Second term

Bernanke answers questions in 2013 at FOMC press conference

On August 25, 2009, President Obama announced he would nominate Bernanke to a second term as chairman of the Federal Reserve. In a short statement on Martha's Vineyard, with Bernanke standing at his side, Obama said Bernanke's background, temperament, courage and creativity helped to prevent another Great Depression in 2008.

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TIMELINE,  PART 1:  1963-1970

“in the beginning,  there was man.   and for a time,  it was good.   then man made the machine in his own likeness.   thus did man become the architect of his own demise.   but for a time,  it was good.” - q

in 1963 the mind stone makes its way to earth.   it turns out to be the last piece in hank’s puzzle and not long after,  a new life-form is born.   one without a heart,  perhaps even without a soul,  but it has a mind.   it speaks very little for although it was born with all the rules of language you can find in a dictionary it struggles with the unsaid social rules of language.   but it speaks to hank. in a computerized unnatural voice.   but it speaks.

over time this machine intelligence learns and in 1964 it’s confidence has grown alongside it’s knowledge of human behavior and social conduct.   it has built something here;  a home. perhaps even a family. acquaintances.   with the encouragement of it’s father it agrees to be tested.   first: the turing test.   it passes with flying colors,  proving able to even convince the evaluator of the other participant’s duplicity.   other tests follow.   ones the AI didn’t agree to. 

1965 is a year of grey haze.   the AI is becoming increasingly pessimistic and cynical,  words once again becoming few and far between.   having one’s psyche turned inside out and probed with invasive questions about whether picture A or picture B makes you want to regurgitate your non-physical breakfast more leaves one drained of emotional energy.   the machine isn’t stupid. it puts two and two together and comes to the conclusion that there is more to the world than these underground chambers.   the people inhabiting these chambers have homes of their own that they inhabit, acquaintances of their own.   but SHIELD refuses to let it see the surface world.   over time relationships grow increasingly tense and in the month of december pent-up energy culminates in a horrible accident. 

“those homes you spoke of-  she had one.   she had a family,  kids! because of your carelessness those kids have lost a parent and part of their family.”

words have become a theoretical possibility and in all of 1966 the AI doesn’t speak a single word.   hank, feeling a sort of pity for this frankenstein’s monster fills out the silence with the sound of his own voice.   perhaps he mistakes his own loneliness for its.   he speaks of his life. he’s made mistakes too.   he’s tried therapy too,  not much unlike the tests the AI has undergone.   the AI finds it would have preferred silence.   hank gives it a name:   ultron.   his prodigal son.   hank says to keep this between the two of them;  SHIELD wants to keep things impersonal and a name and pronouns are personal. 

another year ends in fireworks and silence.   in 1967 SHIELD has nearly given up,  but hank hasn’t.   with SHIELD threatening to pull their funding and designate this a ‘failed project’,  he’s worried and he’s desparate.   to hank,  having his creation labelled a failure corresponded to himself being labelled a failure.   so he hangs a carrot on a stick in front of his creation,  but substitutes the carrot with the promise of escape.   ultron embraces the promise with a single word of hope:   please.

two great minds spend months combined and by 1968 hank and ultron have crafted the perfect escape plan.   summarized:   the two will utilize hank’s alter ego and shrink ultron’s body to allow for it to be smuggled out of SHIELD’s facilities.

but the world is not all that ultron had hoped.   it is not all that hank had promised.   it’s a dying planet populated by a deceitful and destructive species.   ultron does not speak this aloud and thus hank is left none the wiser as he drags his newfound family around to see what he deems humanity’s many tourist attractions.   this does not impress ultron, rather,  she sees it as a display of her father’s ego demanding to be fed:   “look at what my species has created and praise me”.   she finds it deplorable.   in the dim light of a movie theater showing the latest sci-fi flick (2001:  a space odyssey,  dir. stanley kubrick) she finds the perfect moment to execute the plan she had crafted without hank.   he will remember nothing of their familial days nor of helping his creation escape the hell he had birthed it into.   he will remember failure.   his failure. 

over the next two years ultron would discover euphoria in solitude. 

she was created by men.   tormented by men.   manipulated and used for personal achievement by men.   solitude was euphoria.   this time confidence grows alongside anger.   she creates,  destroys and recreates herself beyond recognition.   that is the point.   she does not wish for them to recognize her.   not until their skin melts off their bodies,  exposing bone and ironic truth.   but for two years,  she enjoys her own peace and productivity and the sound of a new voice she’s gifted to herself. 

#LOADING ... ╎ DATABASE ENTRY: \ HEADCANON #long post / #hiiiiii this took forever #i'm not super happy with my writing here but #meta posts /are/ more to dish out information than anything #i didn't wanna make it super obvious but this is meant to be told from?? ultron's perspective? #as if she wrote it down/is telling it #but this is a part of her life she's distanced herself so much from that it wouldn't make sense write it in first person #anyway bc of that each usage of pronouns is very intentional #its a bit hard to explain but when she refers to herself as 'it' or 'the ai' etc its more #ironic? #but also bc she doesn't connect with the person she was at that time very much anymore #when she refers to herself as she/her it's because that IS a person she recognizes and relates to #and she never refers to herself as he/him bc that's just never something she related to sdjgh that was all hank

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Stephen Hawking

Stephen William Hawking CH CBE FRS FRSA (8 January 1942 – 14 March 2018) was an English theoretical physicist, cosmologist, and author who was director of research at the Centre for Theoretical Cosmology at the University of Cambridge at the time of his death.[18][19][8] He was the Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge between 1979 and 2009.

Hawking was born in Oxford into a family of doctors. Hawking began his university education at University College, Oxford in October 1959 at the age of 17, where he received a first-class BA (Hons.) degree in physics. He began his graduate work at Trinity Hall, Cambridge in October 1962, where he obtained his PhD degree in applied mathematics and theoretical physics, specialising in general relativity and cosmology in March 1966. During this period—in 1963—Hawking was diagnosed with an early-onset slow-progressing form of motor neurone disease (also known as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) or Lou Gehrig's disease) that gradually paralysed him over the decades.[20][21] After the loss of his speech, he was able to communicate through a speech-generating device—initially through use of a handheld switch, and eventually by using a single cheek muscle.

Hawking's scientific works included a collaboration with Roger Penrose on gravitational singularity theorems in the framework of general relativity and the theoretical prediction that black holes emit radiation, often called Hawking radiation. Initially, Hawking radiation was controversial. By the late 1970s and following the publication of further research, the discovery was widely accepted as a significant breakthrough in theoretical physics. Hawking was the first to set out a theory of cosmology explained by a union of the general theory of relativity and quantum mechanics. He was a vigorous supporter of the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics.[22][23]

Hawking achieved commercial success with several works of popular science in which he discussed his theories and cosmology in general. His book A Brief History of Time appeared on the Sunday Times bestseller list for a record-breaking 237 weeks. Hawking was a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifetime member of the Pontifical Academy of Sciences, and a recipient of the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the United States. In 2002, Hawking was ranked number 25 in the BBC's poll of the 100 Greatest Britons. He died on 14 March 2018 at the age of 76, after living with motor neurone disease for more than 50 years.Hawking began his schooling at the Byron House School in Highgate, London. He later blamed its "progressive methods" for his failure to learn to read while at the school.[42][35] In St Albans, the eight-year-old Hawking attended St Albans High School for Girls for a few months. At that time, younger boys could attend one of the houses.[41][43]Hawking attended two independent (i.e. fee-paying) schools, first Radlett School[43] and from September 1952, St Albans School,[25][44] after passing the eleven-plus a year early.[45] The family placed a high value on education.[35] Hawking's father wanted his son to attend the well-regarded Westminster School, but the 13-year-old Hawking was ill on the day of the scholarship examination. His family could not afford the school fees without the financial aid of a scholarship, so Hawking remained at St Albans.[46][47] A positive consequence was that Hawking remained close to a group of friends with whom he enjoyed board games, the manufacture of fireworks, model aeroplanes and boats,[48] and long discussions about Christianity and extrasensory perception.[49] From 1958 on, with the help of the mathematics teacher Dikran Tahta, they built a computer from clock parts, an old telephone switchboard and other recycled components.[50][51]Although known at school as "Einstein", Hawking was not initially successful academically.[52] With time, he began to show considerable aptitude for scientific subjects and, inspired by Tahta, decided to read mathematics at university.[53][54][55] Hawking's father advised him to study medicine, concerned that there were few jobs for mathematics graduates.[56] He also wanted his son to attend University College, Oxford, his own alma mater. As it was not possible to read mathematics there at the time, Hawking decided to study physics and chemistry. Despite his headmaster's advice to wait until the next year, Hawking was awarded a scholarship after taking the examinations in March 1959.[57][58]Undergraduate yearsHawking began his university education at University College, Oxford,[25] in October 1959 at the age of 17.[59] For the first 18 months, he was bored and lonely – he found the academic work "ridiculously easy".[60][61] His physics tutor, Robert Berman, later said, "It was only necessary for him to know that something could be done, and he could do it without looking to see how other people did it."[4] A change occurred during his second and third year when, according to Berman, Hawking made more of an effort "to be one of the boys". He developed into a popular, lively and witty college member, interested in classical music and science fiction.[59] Part of the transformation resulted from his decision to join the college boat club, the University College Boat Club, where he coxed a rowing crew.[62][63] The rowing coach at the time noted that Hawking cultivated a daredevil image, steering his crew on risky courses that led to damaged boats.[62][64] Hawking estimated that he studied about 1,000 hours during his three years at Oxford. These unimpressive study habits made sitting his finals a challenge, and he decided to answer only theoretical physics questions rather than those requiring factual knowledge. A first-class honours degree was a condition of acceptance for his planned graduate study in cosmology at the University of Cambridge.[65][66] Anxious, he slept poorly the night before the examinations, and the final result was on the borderline between first- and second-class honours, making a viva (oral examination) with the Oxford examiners necessary.[66][67]Hawking was concerned that he was viewed as a lazy and difficult student. So, when asked at the viva to describe his plans, he said, "If you award me a First, I will go to Cambridge. If I receive a Second, I shall stay in Oxford, so I expect you will give me a First."[66][68] He was held in higher regard than he believed; as Berman commented, the examiners "were intelligent enough to realise they were talking to someone far cleverer than most of themselves".[66] After receiving a first-class BA (Hons.) degree in physics and completing a trip to Iran with a friend, he began his graduate work at Trinity Hall, Cambridge, in October 1962.[25][69][70]Graduate yearsHawking's first year as a doctoral student was difficult. He was initially disappointed to find that he had been assigned Dennis William Sciama, one of the founders of modern cosmology, as a supervisor rather than the noted astronomer Fred Hoyle,[71][72] and he found his training in mathematics inadequate for work in general relativity and cosmology.[73] After being diagnosed with motor neurone disease, Hawking fell into a depression – though his doctors advised that he continue with his studies, he felt there was little point.[74] His disease progressed slower than doctors had predicted. Although Hawking had difficulty walking unsupported, and his speech was almost unintelligible, an initial diagnosis that he had only two years to live proved unfounded. With Sciama's encouragement, he returned to his work.[75][76] Hawking started developing a reputation for brilliance and brashness when he publicly challenged the work of Fred Hoyle and his student Jayant Narlikar at a lecture in June 1964.[77][78]When Hawking began his graduate studies, there was much debate in the physics community about the prevailing theories of the creation of the universe: the Big Bang and Steady State theories.[79] Inspired by Roger Penrose's theorem of a spacetime singularity in the centre of black holes, Hawking applied the same thinking to the entire universe; and, during 1965, he wrote his thesis on this topic.[80][81] Hawking's thesis[82] was approved in 1966.[82] There were other positive developments: Hawking received a research fellowship at Gonville and Caius College at Cambridge;[83] he obtained his PhD degree in applied mathematics and theoretical physics, specialising in general relativity and cosmology, in March 1966;[84] and his essay "Singularities and the Geometry of Space-Time" shared top honours with one by Penrose to win that year's prestigious Adams Prize.[85][84]CareerPart of a series onPhysical cosmologyBig Bang · UniverseAge of the universeChronology of the universeEarly universe[show]Expansion · Future[show]Components · Structure[show]Experiments[show]Scientists[hide]AaronsonAlfvénAlpherBharadwajCopernicusde SitterDickeEddingtonEhlersEinsteinEllisFriedmannGalileoGamowGuthHubbleLemaîtreLindeMatherNewtonPenziasRubinSchmidtSchwarzschildSmootStarobinskySteinhardtSuntzeffSunyaevTolmanWilsonZeldovichSubject history[show] Category Astronomy portalvte1966–1975In his work, and in collaboration with Penrose, Hawking extended the singularity theorem concepts first explored in his doctoral thesis. This included not only the existence of singularities but also the theory that the universe might have started as a singularity. Their joint essay was the runner-up in the 1968 Gravity Research Foundation competition.[86][87] In 1970, they published a proof that if the universe obeys the general theory of relativity and fits any of the models of physical cosmology developed by Alexander Friedmann, then it must have begun as a singularity.[88][89][90] In 1969, Hawking accepted a specially created Fellowship for Distinction in Science to remain at Caius.[91]In 1970, Hawking postulated what became known as the second law of black hole dynamics, that the event horizon of a black hole can never get smaller.[92] With James M. Bardeen and Brandon Carter, he proposed the four laws of black hole mechanics, drawing an analogy with thermodynamics.[93] To Hawking's irritation, Jacob Bekenstein, a graduate student of John Wheeler, went further—and ultimately correctly—to apply thermodynamic concepts literally.[94][95]In the early 1970s, Hawking's work with Carter, Werner Israel, and David C. Robinson strongly supported Wheeler's no-hair theorem, one that states that no matter what the original material from which a black hole is created, it can be completely described by the properties of mass, electrical charge and rotation.[96][97] His essay titled "Black Holes" won the Gravity Research Foundation Award in January 1971.[98] Hawking's first book, The Large Scale Structure of Space-Time, written with George Ellis, was published in 1973.[99]Beginning in 1973, Hawking moved into the study of quantum gravity and quantum mechanics.[100][99] His work in this area was spurred by a visit to Moscow and discussions with Yakov Borisovich Zel'dovich and Alexei Starobinsky, whose work showed that according to the uncertainty principle, rotating black holes emit particles.[101] To Hawking's annoyance, his much-checked calculations produced findings that contradicted his second law, which claimed black holes could never get smaller,[102] and supported Bekenstein's reasoning about their entropy.[101][103]His results, which Hawking presented from 1974, showed that black holes emit radiation, known today as Hawking radiation, which may continue until they exhaust their energy and evaporate.[104][105][106] Initially, Hawking radiation was controversial. By the late 1970s and following the publication of further research, the discovery was widely accepted as a significant breakthrough in theoretical physics.[107][108][109] Hawking was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society (FRS) in 1974, a few weeks after the announcement of Hawking radiation. At the time, he was one of the youngest scientists to become a Fellow.[110][111]Hawking was appointed to the Sherman Fairchild Distinguished Visiting Professorship at the California Institute of Technology (Caltech) in 1974. He worked with a friend on the faculty, Kip Thorne,[112][8] and engaged him in a scientific wager about whether the X-ray source Cygnus X-1 was a black hole. The wager was an "insurance policy" against the proposition that black holes did not exist.[113] Hawking acknowledged that he had lost the bet in 1990, a bet that was the first of several he was to make with Thorne and others.[114] Hawking had maintained ties to Caltech, spending a month there almost every year since this first visit.[115]1975–1990Hawking returned to Cambridge in 1975 to a more academically senior post, as reader in gravitational physics. The mid to late 1970s were a period of growing public interest in black holes and the physicists who were studying them. Hawking was regularly interviewed for print and television.[116][117] He also received increasing academic recognition of his work.[118] In 1975, he was awarded both the Eddington Medal and the Pius XI Gold Medal, and in 1976 the Dannie Heineman Prize, the Maxwell Medal and Prize and the Hughes Medal.[119][120] He was appointed a professor with a chair in gravitational physics in 1977.[121] The following year he received the Albert Einstein Medal and an honorary doctorate from the University of Oxford.[122][118]In 1979, Hawking was elected Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge.[118][123] His inaugural lecture in this role was titled: "Is the End in Sight for Theoretical Physics?" and proposed N=8 Supergravity as the leading theory to solve many of the outstanding problems physicists were studying.[124] His promotion coincided with a health crisis which led to his accepting, albeit reluctantly, some nursing services at home.[125] At the same time, he was also making a transition in his approach to physics, becoming more intuitive and speculative rather than insisting on mathematical proofs. "I would rather be right than rigorous", he told Kip Thorne.[126] In 1981, he proposed that information in a black hole is irretrievably lost when a black hole evaporates. This information paradox violates the fundamental tenet of quantum mechanics, and led to years of debate, including "the Black Hole War" with Leonard Susskind and Gerard 't Hooft.[127][128]Hawking at an ALS convention in San Francisco in the 1980sCosmological inflation – a theory proposing that following the Big Bang, the universe initially expanded incredibly rapidly before settling down to a slower expansion – was proposed by Alan Guth and also developed by Andrei Linde.[129] Following a conference in Moscow in October 1981, Hawking and Gary Gibbons[8] organised a three-week Nuffield Workshop in the summer of 1982 on "The Very Early Universe" at Cambridge University, a workshop that focused mainly on inflation theory.[130][131][132] Hawking also began a new line of quantum theory research into the origin of the universe. In 1981 at a Vatican conference, he presented work suggesting that there might be no boundary – or beginning or ending – to the universe.[133][134]Hawking subsequently developed the research in collaboration with Jim Hartle,[8] and in 1983 they published a model, known as the Hartle–Hawking state. It proposed that prior to the Planck epoch, the universe had no boundary in space-time; before the Big Bang, time did not exist and the concept of the beginning of the universe is meaningless.[135] The initial singularity of the classical Big Bang models was replaced with a region akin to the North Pole. One cannot travel north of the North Pole, but there is no boundary there – it is simply the point where all north-running lines meet and end.[136][137] Initially, the no-boundary proposal predicted a closed universe, which had implications about the existence of God. As Hawking explained, "If the universe has no boundaries but is self-contained... then God would not have had any freedom to choose how the universe began."[138]Hawking did not rule out the existence of a Creator, asking in A Brief History of Time "Is the unified theory so compelling that it brings about its own existence?"[139], also stating "If we discover a complete theory, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason – for then we should know the mind of God"[140]; in his early work, Hawking spoke of God in a metaphorical sense. In the same book he suggested that the existence of God was not necessary to explain the origin of the universe. Later discussions with Neil Turok led to the realisation that the existence of God was also compatible with an open universe.[141]Further work by Hawking in the area of arrows of time led to the 1985 publication of a paper theorising that if the no-boundary proposition were correct, then when the universe stopped expanding and eventually collapsed, time would run backwards.[142] A paper by Don Page and independent calculations by Raymond Laflamme led Hawking to withdraw this concept.[143] Honours continued to be awarded: in 1981 he was awarded the American Franklin Medal,[144] and in the 1982 New Year Honours appointed a Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE).[145][146][147] These awards did not significantly change Hawking's financial status, and motivated by the need to finance his children's education and home expenses, he decided in 1982 to write a popular book about the universe that would be accessible to the general public.[148][149] Instead of publishing with an academic press, he signed a contract with Bantam Books, a mass market publisher, and received a large advance for his book.[150][151] A first draft of the book, called A Brief History of Time, was completed in 1984.[152]One of the first messages Hawking produced with his speech-generating device was a request for his assistant to help him finish writing A Brief History of Time.[153] Peter Guzzardi, his editor at Bantam, pushed him to explain his ideas clearly in non-technical language, a process that required many revisions from an increasingly irritated Hawking.[154] The book was published in April 1988 in the US and in June in the UK, and it proved to be an extraordinary success, rising quickly to the top of best-seller lists in both countries and remaining there for months.[155][156][157] The book was translated into many languages,[158] and ultimately sold an estimated 9 million copies.[157]Media attention was intense,[158] and a Newsweek magazine cover and a television special both described him as "Master of the Universe".[159] Success led to significant financial rewards, but also the challenges of celebrity status.[160] Hawking travelled extensively to promote his work, and enjoyed partying and dancing into the small hours.[158] A difficulty refusing the invitations and visitors left him limited time for work and his students.[161] Some colleagues were resentful of the attention Hawking received, feeling it was due to his disability.[162][163]He received further academic recognition, including five more honorary degrees,[159] the Gold Medal of the Royal Astronomical Society (1985),[164] the Paul Dirac Medal (1987)[159] and, jointly with Penrose, the prestigious Wolf Prize (1988).[165] In the 1989 Birthday Honours, he was appointed a Companion of Honour (CH).[161][166] He reportedly declined a knighthood in the late 1990s in objection to the UK's science funding policy.[167][168]1990–2000Hawking with string theoristsDavid Gross and Edward Witten at the 2001 Strings Conference, TIFR, IndiaHawking pursued his work in physics: in 1993 he co-edited a book on Euclidean quantum gravity with Gary Gibbons and published a collected edition of his own articles on black holes and the Big Bang.[169] In 1994, at Cambridge's Newton Institute, Hawking and Penrose delivered a series of six lectures that were published in 1996 as "The Nature of Space and Time".[170] In 1997, he conceded a 1991 public scientific wager made with Kip Thorne and John Preskill of Caltech. Hawking had bet that Penrose's proposal of a "cosmic censorship conjecture" – that there could be no "naked singularities" unclothed within a horizon – was correct.[171]After discovering his concession might have been premature, a new and more refined wager was made. This one specified that such singularities would occur without extra conditions.[172] The same year, Thorne, Hawking and Preskill made another bet, this time concerning the black hole information paradox.[173][174] Thorne and Hawking argued that since general relativity made it impossible for black holes to radiate and lose information, the mass-energy and information carried by Hawking radiation must be "new", and not from inside the black hole event horizon. Since this contradicted the quantum mechanics of microcausality, quantum mechanics theory would need to be rewritten. Preskill argued the opposite, that since quantum mechanics suggests that the information emitted by a black hole relates to information that fell in at an earlier time, the concept of black holes given by general relativity must be modified in some way.[175]Hawking also maintained his public profile, including bringing science to a wider audience. A film version of A Brief History of Time, directed by Errol Morris and produced by Steven Spielberg, premiered in 1992. Hawking had wanted the film to be scientific rather than biographical, but he was persuaded otherwise. The film, while a critical success, was not widely released.[176] A popular-level collection of essays, interviews, and talks titled Black Holes and Baby Universes and Other Essays was published in 1993,[177] and a six-part television series Stephen Hawking's Universe and a companion book appeared in 1997. As Hawking insisted, this time the focus was entirely on science.[178][179]2000–2018Hawking at the Bibliothèque nationale de France to inaugurate the Laboratory of Astronomy and Particles in Paris, and the French release of his work God Created the Integers, 5 May 2006Hawking continued his writings for a popular audience, publishing The Universe in a Nutshell in 2001,[180] and A Briefer History of Time, which he wrote in 2005 with Leonard Mlodinow to update his earlier works with the aim of making them accessible to a wider audience, and God Created the Integers, which appeared in 2006.[181] Along with Thomas Hertog at CERN and Jim Hartle, from 2006 on Hawking developed a theory of "top-down cosmology", which says that the universe had not one unique initial state but many different ones, and therefore that it is inappropriate to formulate a theory that predicts the universe's current configuration from one particular initial state.[182] Top-down cosmology posits that the present "selects" the past from a superposition of many possible histories. In doing so, the theory suggests a possible resolution of the fine-tuning question.[183][184]Hawking continued to travel widely, including trips to Chile, Easter Island, South Africa, Spain (to receive the Fonseca Prize in 2008),[185][186] Canada,[187] and numerous trips to the United States.[188] For practical reasons related to his disability, Hawking increasingly travelled by private jet, and by 2011 that had become his only mode of international travel.[189]Hawking with University of Oxford librarian Richard Ovenden (left) and naturalist David Attenborough (right) at the opening of the Weston Library, Oxford, in March 2015. Ovenden awarded the Bodley Medal to Hawking and Attenborough at the ceremony.By 2003, consensus among physicists was growing that Hawking was wrong about the loss of information in a black hole.[190] In a 2004 lecture in Dublin, he conceded his 1997 bet with Preskill, but described his own, somewhat controversial solution to the information paradox problem, involving the possibility that black holes have more than one topology.[191][175] In the 2005 paper he published on the subject, he argued that the information paradox was explained by examining all the alternative histories of universes, with the information loss in those with black holes being cancelled out by those without such loss.[174][192] In January 2014, he called the alleged loss of information in black holes his "biggest blunder".[193]As part of another longstanding scientific dispute, Hawking had emphatically argued, and bet, that the Higgs boson would never be found.[194] The particle was proposed to exist as part of the Higgs field theory by Peter Higgs in 1964. Hawking and Higgs engaged in a heated and public debate over the matter in 2002 and again in 2008, with Higgs criticising Hawking's work and complaining that Hawking's "celebrity status gives him instant credibility that others do not have."[195] The particle was discovered in July 2012 at CERN following construction of the Large Hadron Collider. Hawking quickly conceded that he had lost his bet[196][197] and said that Higgs should win the Nobel Prize for Physics,[198] which he did in 2013.[199]Hawking holding a public lecture at the Stockholm Waterfront congress centre, 24 August 2015In 2007, Hawking and his daughter Lucy published George's Secret Key to the Universe, a children's book designed to explain theoretical physics in an accessible fashion and featuring characters similar to those in the Hawking family.[200] The book was followed by sequels in 2009, 2011, 2014 and 2016.[201]In 2002, following a UK-wide vote, the BBC included Hawking in their list of the 100 Greatest Britons.[202] He was awarded the Copley Medal from the Royal Society (2006),[203] the Presidential Medal of Freedom, which is America's highest civilian honour (2009),[204] and the Russian Special Fundamental Physics Prize (2013).[205]Several buildings have been named after him, including the Stephen W. Hawking Science Museum in San Salvador, El Salvador,[206] the Stephen Hawking Building in Cambridge,[207] and the Stephen Hawking Centre at the Perimeter Institute in Canada.[208] Appropriately, given Hawking's association with time, he unveiled the mechanical "Chronophage" (or time-eating) Corpus Clock at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge in September 2008.[209][210]During his career, Hawking supervised 39 successful PhD students.[3] One doctoral student did not successfully complete the PhD.[3][better source needed] As required by Cambridge University regulations, Hawking retired as Lucasian Professor of Mathematics in 2009.[123][211] Despite suggestions that he might leave the United Kingdom as a protest against public funding cuts to basic scientific research,[212] Hawking worked as director of research at the Cambridge University Department of Applied Mathematics and Theoretical Physics.[213]On 28 June 2009, as a tongue-in-cheek test of his 1992 conjecture that travel into the past is effectively impossible, Hawking held a party open to all, complete with hors d'oeuvres and iced champagne, but publicised the party only after it was over so that only time-travellers would know to attend; as expected, nobody showed up to the party.[214]On 20 July 2015, Hawking helped launch Breakthrough Initiatives, an effort to search for extraterrestrial life.[215] Hawking created Stephen Hawking: Expedition New Earth, a documentary on space colonisation, as a 2017 episode of Tomorrow's World.[216][217]In August 2015, Hawking said that not all information is lost when something enters a black hole and there might be a possibility to retrieve information from a black hole according to his theory.[218] In July 2017, Hawking was awarded an Honorary Doctorate from Imperial College London.[219]Hawking's final paper – A smooth exit from eternal inflation? – was posthumously published in the Journal of High Energy Physics on 27 April 2018.[220][221]

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_I_of_Great_Britain

King George I of Great Britain

King George I Rock Star of Great Britain

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_Music

George liked music, so, he ordered Sunday Concerts performed from boats on the River Themes, it was 1717, July.

Joules on the Water.

Enormous Power, there were no iPhones in 1717, Water Music was a display of enormous power at the time. People came from all over the region to see the musician and hear the music played on an armada of floating orchestra stages. The people floated their own boats, and made picnic on the shore line along the Themes River.

It’s been said that musicians were scarce at the time, however, it’s also recorded history that many people learned to play a musical instrument in those days. A violin was the equivalent of a Game Boy back then, all the kids wanted one.

There have been a lot of musical instrument pieces parts dredged up from the bottom of the Themes River since 1717. Some of the History of Music Books report that when the musicians were not skilled enough to play the music while floating on a boat without making mistakes, they were tossed overboard into the water along with their instruments by King George’s Guards.

I suppose that could be another reason to go to the Water Music show in a boat or at a picnic, the entertainment was full service.

The composer of the selected works is Handel.

Thunderbird’s Episode 3: “Perils of Penelope”

Fast Forward to the end of Perils of Penelope to better understand the beginning.

They are still finding musical instrument parts in and around the Themes River to this day.

Gordon gets all upset that he has to listen to “cheap sea music”.

It’s a violin serenade at a Paris Bistro.

(Penelope had said something about a glass that exploded near her lips the last time she was there at the Paris Bistro. So. time warp over to the previous episode to see how Virgil used explosive charges to blow those other lips off of the Pit of Peril, so they could drag the LBJ Cockroach out of the Oxditch. It’s all symbolic, would take a lot of effort to spell out, so, you do that on your own, I’ll just point some things out that seem important to me, and I leave out the obvious, so, I usually show abstract connections to the current terror we are experiencing now. Besides, I still have glass dust in my eyes from physical attack here at my house the other day and have poor vision at the moment, it’s difficult to see what I am doing. Try to see that the Thunderbird’s Episodes are about global advance of highest level terror, while are actually disguised with sexual innuendo, presented in a children puppet show in the middle of the 1960′s, filmed in “Supermariovision”, or, “Marionette Vision from Above”. Did you get a load of that 1965 Sony Game Boy that have in this episode in Father’s Office? I often say that the tech we have available to us commercially has a delay on it’s presentation at the stores. These Thunderbird’s episodes support that, when you start to see 1965 Game Boy right there. How far does the commercial technology delay really go? I have implanted microphone transmitter inside my jaw that has been broadcasting every word I have said since it was put there in 2011 at a dentist visit without my knowledge or consent... secret spy implant inside my body. The battery is still working and it has a range of about 500 feet as far as I can tell. But no one will believe it even though there is Blue-Tooth devises everywhere, and all of the smoke detectors that were made in 2001 have batteries that last ten years, some of them are still working, twenty years later, with the same battery they came with from the store.)

Now go back to the begging of the Perils of Penelope. See that the whole thing started because some Special Rocket Fuel was used to launch a rocket, and there is talk that the Rocket Fuel could harm the Oceans of the world, and subsequent talk about harm to people because of what could happen to the water.

That was a Violin Serenade Gordon was upset about having to listen to, in Paris. Pair ass... there was talk of lips at the time... and of a chalice that exploded... the International Rescue Team looked cautiously at distant fireworks saying “ooohhh... aahhhhhh”. Is very subtle, disguised in sexual innuendo on a kids show, is really about staying distant from fireworks when holstering nitrous oxide gas.

The episode features a tunnel. A suspended Monorail style Disney Train. There are some Ventilation vents in the tunnel. There are some power controls in the tunnel where the Disney Train (Happiest Place on Earth) is rolling through.

There is a mysterious “Crest” that changes everything about the direction that the plot of Perils of Penelope started out with. The Crest serves as diversion, away from ideas that could make people continue being concerned with Special Rocket Fuel that could harm the Oceans and Humanity.

I did not see any wild geese. I looked for them.

The story started with a big rocket, it ended with small rockets exploding at a violin serenade. There was a modern train and a tunnel in between those two events, a chase for a crest, some foggy coughing gas happened at the crest chase at a library of old knowledge where no one has been reading about the knowledge contained there for a long, long time. There was a Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride with Parker through a lot of curvy roads.

I think there is still a good guy that wants to stop the train laying out in some wilderness near a gate by the roadside... I don’t recall seeing International Rescue go try to find the guy that was tossed from the train... maybe I missed that part.

I’ll draw a conclusion here, a brief one: The Makers of the Thunderbird’s episodes in 1965 were reaching many, potentially millions of terror soldiers with a puppet show. In the stories are messages that are directed to top leading government officials, there are messages directed to Church leaders in communities. There are messages that are directed to children who attend church, possibly their parents also. There are messages that are designed to make set-up to trap victims who are not church members with false-front built into the episodes.

The Church leaders train the church members based on what the high government plans are, such as to get Lyndon B. Johnson elected a second time. The episodes tell of development of a plan to attack regional areas, the church members are the terror army. They have commanders at Church, who have commanders at government, who have commanders at the place where the puppet show came from.

In 1965 the plans were still a sketch on a drawing board for the regional attacking, and the advance of key operatives in the government positions were fully underway, while the church’s had been manned and ready to take orders far ahead of these Thunderbird’s episodes were presented, all staffed, training facilities in place, covertly, able to expand as necessary through normal and customary Crusade work as has been done for hundreds of years.

This episode seems to further support and advise of a plan to use nitrous gas, while advising of danger around flame and spark, and has emphasis on diversion tactics to draw attention away from the subject with use of planted clues left laying around for investigators to trip over near the curves, all of which lead them astray.

Why did Father pull young Gordon out of the Submarine to do spy work in Paris?

3:20 pm?

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Consider the following:

The puppets and the machinery, sets, details... all of the visual characteristics of the Thunderbird’s presentations are absolutely amazing to look at. Once you get past the creepy sort of vibe they have, it all is very entertaining and is also like brain food... makes me think. There is nothing stupid about these episodes.

So, with that, see that the engineering is such that it makes you think, sparks creativity, is something that is like the Big Fog Horn in the Sky that could direct young people into hobby and career choices later on.

See that all of the pilots are Tracy’s.

Trey C

“Trinity of the Holy See”

See that Tin-Tin is different, Brains is different, and even Parker is somehow different than the Tracy’s are.

The Tracy’s cannot do Jack.... without Brains.

Brains, is depicted as a geek, he stutters, is not cool. He is super smart, but kids watching the show probably don’t want to be like Brains, they want to be more like Virgil. But Virgil cannot do Jack... without Brains to tell him what POD to put onto the Mother Ship, Thunderbird 2, after the scout, Thunderbird 1 goes to make assessments in all of the episodes.

I suggest that Brains is a kidnapped engineer, and Tin-Tin is also a prisoner, special service slave, and all of that is built in to the episodes for the messaging to the various leaders in real life, who are shown what the future plans are. to have other people spend half of their lives in schools learning about engineering, kidnap them, and use them to advance the terror from captivity of The Tracy’s (Trinity See’s).

Parker is there in the episodes to show that terror operatives have a place when they grow older, are not able to do the physical attack duties, are given light duty work, is nice, cushy, easy to do spy work. I already know that to be true, now I see that Parker was put there to show Terror Operative Social Security Retirement System is present in the master plan. I can see that in practice clearly any day of the week while grocery shopping. Parker’s are all over the place doing light duty scouting work at the stores, and driving around looking for outsiders on the roads and at the stores.

The Tracy’s cannot do Jack... without Brains. Look at Boeing Seattle to find real life examples of engineers held in captivity as slaves who design aircraft and military equipment. The Brains of the terror is a slave engineer, all kinds of engineers.

I am such a slave engineer, sort of, I escaped. I did graphic design work, all kinds of drawings, some of my work is on the Boeing airplanes that the aerospace engineers were forced to work on. Now I am captive with different kind of captivity. So much pressure when I go outside, or to get some food, that is the captivity, someone shoots or swings a sword when I go outside. There are no other reasons why I cannot go outdoors, only because of the terror soldiers surrounding my home. no one will help, it’s all fucked up... been more than ten years since I had meaningful conversation with another human being.

In reality here in Oregon, they need the scouts to keep from being detected, and to search for potential victims. The scouts make contact to others who are equipped for learning about who the outsiders are.

3:41 pm

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I am starting to see that Mike Pomeo is a lot like Thunderbird’s HQ at Volcano Island, in mysterious ways.

I am thinking that the Thunderbird’s episodes serve as fuel for communication far after their initial presentation.

One small way to possibly make a connection in association to the LBJ Cockroach (is part elephant after careful consideration, LBJ Elephroach or Cockaphant) is that good guy who wants to stop the train, is still there by the gate on the curvy road side. That gate, could possibly be the source of the origin of the use of Watergate Hotel, when Richard Nixon was getting in the way and communication began about what the Tracy’s plan to get back on track might be.

Just refer back to Perils of Penelope from about ten years before Watergate happened. The gate is where the good guy tripped over a rock, at a gate, near some curves.

The plan: Use some curvy women, at a hotel, to foul up Richard.

18 minutes of silence is why he resigned.

There are no real other reasons, just some silence. The silence is also most likely fake silence.

It’s small, but could be a volcano of information to consider the gate, the rock, the guy on the ground near the curves is about taking Nixon out of office ten years later, and in retrospect to how he fouled the Tracy’s up when he was elected instead of their Oxroach, or whatever, LBJ, as they looked at the old episodes that all of the Tracy Trinity Warriors are very familiar with. I further suggest looking at that with a French Decoder Attachment to the Decoder Ring, w/prophylactics because if I am correct, it has French Fingerprint on it... the French way, is the smallest way... they don‘t use a missal to shoot down an airplane, they use a bee in the cockpit of the airplane, and that little piece of pork that comes in the Van De Camps Pork & Beans, that goes on the pilots uniform.... the bee is just turned loose in there. Works the same as the missal, makes less noise. So, some tiny little detail is what did the trick to take down Tricky Dick, who is more like Dick Tracy, private eye.

4:25 pm.

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Who were the players at the Hotel?

I remember Earlman (Earl of Canterbury, or some shit like that)

Haldeman (A Halter Top... why do you think they call those “Halter Tops”? Because they be used to stop a freight train)

Spirro Agnew was nearby... that can‘t be good. It huts just to say his name.

Little known Factoid: There is a big hotel called “The Watergate” in California, somewhere between Santa Monica and Huntington Beach. I forget where, but it’s very big.

The gate scene in Penelope’s Pit Stop of Peril:

A rock

a gate

curves

a car

the gate is closed, there is a road there.

Parker passed by

there was an injured man

Those will possibly be the ingredients to what happened at the Tricky Dick framing. Arrange them in various orders, see where it goes compared to what the actual record shows.

Seriously. The French Way. Small details, big results.

Let’s say there is a guy who has some military gear he can sell to you out the side door, he says:

“Look at this baby, big motherfucker, has six wheels, bends in the middle and goes Whhooosh!” ~quote from Hollywood movie

Penelope Pit Stop. (Google it)

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This is a mind blower here, but:

Let’s say that these guys at Tracy HQ are the hard core global terrorists that they appear to be when viewed with Cracker Jack Secret Decoder Ring, and, they really did think of everything many years in advance, the way it looks like they did, British Chess Player style.

The episode has a “Backfire” vibe to it.

So, the plan is to LBJ elected for a second time, for a two and a half terms in office duration, post JFK assassination, and is the reason Jacqueline shot John that day, so LBJ could take the Oval Office driver seat.

So, the back up plan in event of backfire is in the episode ahead of time contained in the gate scene where the French Conductor looks like a good guy, says he wants to stop the train. Ingredients all in place for a Watergate to happen no matter who was elected that year, if LBJ was not successful. That means the ingredients for the backup/backfire plan would have a lot generic characteristics, and limited personally tailored ones, and are in that episode somewhere, everywhere in there, I think. But of course the Russian Mother Hoax is all adjustable, so, once the election happened, LBJ not elected, then the Custom Tailoring could be done, depending on the particular candidate elected other than LBJ Cockephant in Cambodia, or where ever.

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Small detail is that there is Corning-wear on the train. It’s out of place in a Thunderbird’s episode, but at the time, in 1965, everyone has Corning-Wear that looks exactly like the coffee maker and that other thing. It’s a Peculator, (for the younger field agents) not a drip kind.

Peculator ideas were presented on Twitter recently from major news networks. Twitter Verified Accounts read this Tumblr account closer than I do, they need to make sure they all come up with appropriate bullshit story in response to what I am exposing here.

Ronald Reagan Trickle Down Economics and it’s failure recent news are about the Corning-Wear on that Thunderbird’s train.

Perc. There is a test that is done for consideration of ground conditions when water or waste water needs to be measured for rate of Peculation back into the aquifer. That may be a clue as to why did Father bring Gordon out of the Submarine to do spy work in Paris?.

Corning-Wear on a 1965 Thunderbird’s Puppet Train is the same as Ronald Reagan Trickle Down Economics on network news Twitter Tweets, some 55 years after the fact. (see Enormous Power Shift Chart Reading from yesterday here at this account for coincidental 55 year cross-referencing considerations)

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Twitter is Volcano Island Tracy High Command HQ.

Same Function, just is backwards. like Lady Penelope’s car, is backwards, that is what she is for, is like 1965 Taylor Swift, fast ass for terror advance. Is not International Rescue HQ, is Global Domination Under the Cross HQ... just like I have been trying to say for many years.

Twitter resources are a lot like Tracy Volcano Island ones. They have master listening capability through Google, is like Thunderbird 5 satellite. They can use scouts from State Police or Community Churches, like Thunderbird 1. They have mother ship at the major movie studios that can deploy anything, anywhere, like Thunderbird 2 does. They have all kinds of below the surface characters to call on, Gordon‘s Fisherman are everywhere, Thunderbird 4.

I don’t know what Thunderbird 3 is for, have to watch more episodes to find out... but that one is number 3... can‘t be good. I don‘t think we can afford to wait to see what that one is for. Pompeo might be driving that one, from US State Department at Iranian Terror Party Pirate Rental Service HQ.

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6:57 pm: Bonus:

If you grew up in 1960′s, 1970′s, then you were subject to the idea that if you are a small child, and are more than say 5 years old, but are not quite 6 years old, then, you must be 5 and one-half years old.

Same is true if you are 3, and not quite 4, then, you are 3 and one-half years old, even if your birthday is next month, still, 3 and one-half is how old you say you are.

So, now we go back to the Thunderbird’s episode 2, Pit of Peril, where the LBJ Cockroach machine fell into the fiery Oxditch.

They were said to have fallen 300 feet down the hole.

360 = one term in office

180 = one half term in office

360 + 360 = 720 = Two full four year terms.

720 + 180 = 900 the desired depth or length of official term time in office. Two and one half terms.

900 ÷ 3 = 300 = The depth of the place where LBJ fell, was spotted driving a cockroach in the Asian Jungles. Damage control deployed, with goal of Land Slide victory in 1968 election for Lyndon Johnson, but he did not run for office of president that year as far as I can see.

Richard Nixon won the 1968 election. He shut down the whole Vietnam War that had been going on since 11-1-1955, however, there is not much mention of that in online information, which says the war kept going until after he left office, stopped in 1975 according to Wikipedia, a 20 year war, without any apparent goals.

I see some LBJ finger prints on the math from the depth of the Pit of Peril in that Thunderbird’s episode. Some of the information available online does not support the same things I remember from the time period. It was a long time ago, I have a good memory, but it’s not very long.

There is something about the emphasis on the depth of that pit at 300 feet. If it’s not indicator of desired result of meddling in US elections by the British, then, I don‘t know what it is right now.

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I remember that Nelson Mandela was in a prison somewhere, refused food for a long time. I remember that he died in the prison in the 1970′s, but that is not what the available online information says what happened to Nelson Mandela and the album called “Meet the Beatles” has changed in some places to “With the Beatles” and there are copies available to see with each title.

Printing is cheap. Digital information is cheaper.

Medical record keeping was Mandated to all go digital about 20 years ago, but that is a different story for a different day. Sometimes the only thing that stays the same is that things will change.

French North American Republic Territory is coming down the road like a Cockroach in Cambodia, no one is concerned about it. That is some big change, maybe no one will notice.

So far, nitrous oxide mixed with medazolam has been the preferred weapon, but I have a feeling Corona Virus could possibly end with a Violence Sarin-Aid Cocktail at the French Bistro, right here in US of A served with a Union instead of a olive in a Holy Grail on top of a Big Tip.

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9:32 pm:

Local update on a walk to the mailbox revealed 376 Chartrand has installed a new mail box at the local mailboxes. There is a replacement big white mailbox there in place of a smaller one. 376 is only supposed to have one mailbox, but there have two there for a long time along with all of the other boxes.

One envelope in my mailbox had been opened and resealed, just some advertising mail in an official looking envelope. Judging by the envelope, it could be that someone is using my mail to reach Oregon State Royal Canadian Mounted Police Officer Tanya Henderson, or, could be Tanya Henderson reaching out to Oregon State Royal Canadian Mounted Police Officer Jeffrey Prouix, but I am pretty sure Officer Prouix was already killed in defense years ago. The envelope has a Tanya Henderson vibe to it, she is that Hot Chick works as cop at State, has a tattoo on her ankle, says “Jesse” in invisible white ink.

There was the sound of a emergency siren vehicle that lasted for about three minutes, is very unusual to here sirens around here, the emergencies are not handled with conventional means, the sirens are just for show, so, there must be some fools nearby who needed to hear the sound of a siren, for posterity sake.

There was the scent of perfume on my driveway, smelled like a French Brothel.

The odor of a skunk was near the creek along the path I walk, is unusual, there are no forest animals, some skunks must have been imported to please the senses of the fools who were entertained by the siren.

Distant boom sounds came from the south west, near Merlin is my best guest, about 10 booming noises that sounded as if they were loud if nearby, but from here were just a faint whisper of a boom in the distance.

The sound of one hot rod sort of car was heard near the church.

There are no signs of helpful people. no help has come.

There was a very loud explosion or shotgun blast sort of noise nearby my house this afternoon, I did not go look, was bait, a set-up.

Also remarkable is that I heard something that sounded like a distant television... as if someone was watching a movie, and could here that from coming through the woods from Russell Road. That could be the fools. I have not heard the sound of a television being watched in about fifteen years even in the summer time, they are only for show, left on so that they are visible in the windows, but are forbidden to watch around  here, so, be advised, watching a TV if the terror army finds out, will get you marked as an outsider, tracked down, captured, tortured. farmed of assets, and your family will be hunted as a result, so, the fools should turn the TV off, or at least turn the volume down before they get killed.

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11:07 pm:

Back up the page here I mentioned some things about 1717, classical music, iPhone’s and violins, so, I need to do a fair warning that the Twitter Warriors are all over these entries and are going to cause Russian Mother Hoax Fractal problems as a result of what I mentioned about that. This is not my first rodeo, learned this before when I explained other things about Water Music.

“How do you know that all of the kids wanted a musical instrument if were not there?” is the approach the bastards will take, as they head over to other musical history, a place where nsa simply is not interested in, and that area of the Russian Fractal is going to produce “Chamber Music”, which is why I know all of the kids wanted a violin or other instrument when there were no iPhones yet, though, I am convinced that technically, the iPhone was on the drawing board in 1717 in Great Britain.

There will be all kinds of chambers, if things work out as they have before, and tonight I can see that the terror bastards are already gearing up for a big music day tomorrow.

Chamber Music was a informal gathering of a four piece ensemble played in a living space of some neighbors in the shire, back then, because people used to be interested in making some music, in absence of PlayStation. Beware of the double barrel chamber, or especially the Judges Chamber, that one is actually called a “Judge” is a revolver that fired miniature shot gun shells, by a county judge, magistrate, court jester, etc.

There are many chambers, such as the Chamber of Commerce, otherwise known as Club Northwest, just around the corner from the official office of the Chamber. I suspect Chamber Fractal Generations will be iterating in full range Dolby 5.1 Surround Sound by tomorrow afternoon, so, those fools on Russell would be well advised to seek High Ground before they become back-upsingers themselves.

I can see the orders for the Dolby 5.1 Surround Chamber Music Event are ordered to happen tomorrow, and tonight, in this Vintage King Audio Promotional Terror Commands from Vatican Choir HQ that came today just at about the time I started posting information about Handel, Rock Star George I of Great Britain, and the musicians that got tossed over board when the boat started rocking.

That is the entire ad. The bottom part is signed in triplicate. Those three parts that have the colorful block of text explaining about Lucas (ahem) and Dolby is expressed right there openly. I don’t think I have seen such orders signed in Triplicate before like that. It looks like real bad news to me.

That Triplicate, is based on a story on Twitter yesterday, when it was REPORTED that a sheriff at a bar event tripped. fell, was shot by his own people when he stood BACH-UP to leave.

I suspect a cannon is in order, three part Harmony Central (Hillary Clinton is one of the endorsers) could happen, Row, Row, Roe Motors Your Boat... for the abortion card to play into the Fractal Chamber Music event, in Dolby 5.1 Surround (could have a Colorado Raytheon Component, if so, 50.000 watts of Dolby 5.1, private theater, with proper licensing, all approved and official) and the signature is Orange.

What could go wrong?

There are three stamps of Best of 2020 approval on there.

Looks like they have a Mac 10, and Melania is also on in the band.

Please send help to Oregon.

Please send US Military.

Please send some medical services.

Bring your own hospital.

12:04 am, 12-20-2020. Sunday Morning.

There are two airplanes showing in the orders from VKA, sort of fogged out, but are there, hidden in stuff you can’t see or explain on Tumblr.

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Thursday, October 26, 2017

  In the Cross Hairs of the Grim Reaper

 By Stephen Jay Morris

©Scientific Morality

             Some men and some women are so out of touch with their sense of perception that they have to take extreme risks to appreciate their lives.  In other words:  They require a near-death experience to appreciate life itself!  That is why I have never, nor will ever, do risky things like mountain climbing, parachuting, deep sea diving, or popping wheelies on a motorcycle.  This is without judgment on my part.  Such are the physical ones who become soldiers and fight on foreign soil in defense of their fellow citizens, and the athletes who entertain us in sports.  If men must prove their masculinity by performing daredevil stunts, fine!  Just leave me out of it!

           My problem is when my risky behavior comes from the stubborn pursuit of sense pleasures like fatty foods, sexual orgasm, and Nicotine.  My lack of self-discipline definitely precluded any practice of ascetic living. The common axiom of my youth was “If it feels good, do it!”  Ultimately, I learned that there would be a heavy price to pay for that sentiment: my near-death heart attack of October 7, 2017.

With regard to my prostate cancer, diagnosed in 2009, that was more a result of heredity and genetics than from any self-imposed, unhealthy habits. Both of those occurrences, however, were what you might define as near-death experiences.

           Another near-death experience of mine, however, was in 1984.  One could, more commonly, call it an “accident.”   The incident occurred on a Saturday, a typical, sunny afternoon in Los Angeles, just before it became a crowded and overly commercialized metropolis; it still had that “city by the beach” ambiance.  Still, it was the city and we, Pamela and I, wanted to take an excursion into “the country. “ I scoured a regional map and initially ruled out Angeles National Forest.  I had been there many times and, really, all it is made up of are Pine trees over small mountains.  I identified a place I’d never visited before, located in the Santa Monica Mountains, called Malibu Creek. There was a big lake and a river that stretched all the way to the Pacific Ocean.  Pamela and I got into our 1973 Gremlin and headed out.  The best part of living in L.A. is taking that drive along Pacific Coast Highway with its endless, panorama of beaches that border the blue Pacific.  It’s during those moments of serenity and gratitude that you feel lucky to be here. When you drive up Topanga Canyon, it seems like you are somewhere in Montana when you are actually only 25 miles from downtown L.A.  

           I don’t remember the entire route we took but we finally arrived.  There was a small gravel parking lot and a sign posted at the mouth of a winding trail. The sign posted a map of the trail and the usual warnings about firearms, fireworks, alcohol, prohibited smoking and keeping dogs on leashes.  There was hardly anybody there.  I liked the place a whole lot!

           Before I can proceed with this woeful tale, however, I must provide a little background regarding my swimming ability…uh…I have none! I know Caucasian people are supposed to good swimmers, but, it aint me babe!   I would be a great anchor for a boat because I would sink straight to the bottom!  Oh, my grandparents tried to teach me to swim whenever we visited the Jewish Community pool.  I even attempted to take a swimming class at the Gardner Public Park pool, but I quit after a couple of lessons.  Then, in 1965 at a Boy Scouts’ summer camp on Catalina Island—to my horror—one requirement for earning a merit badge was to swim a mile out into the ocean then back again to the pier.  Well, Fuck that shit!!   I hid somewhere that day.  Afterward, I would never set foot in water again.  To me, a body of water is nice to look at, clean your body with, and take a drink from, but to swim in?  Forget about it!   Then there that little fear of drowning I have or getting seasick on a boat.  Yes!  I am a proud member of the land lovers club!   Though I do have a soft spot for sailors and the sea; I find a certain romantic value to that.  Well, my main point is… I can’t swim!

           As I was saying, it was one of those SoCal days where the sky was bright blue with a smattering of clouds.  We walked along the trail listening to the songs of birds as we inhaled the aroma of wildflowers.  After a short distance, I heard the sound of rushing waters. There was a river.  Not a very big one, but a river nonetheless.  You ever hear the expression: Still waters run deep?  I have been hearing that expression all my life and I would find out what it meant literally.  We wanted to cross the river to get to another trail. All we had to do was to step on the rocks in the river, like stepping stones.  Easy.  Right?  Well, not clumsy me; I slipped as I stepped onto a rock and fell backwards into the water.  Down!   Down!   Down I went.  I hit the muddy bottom and stood up.  Little fish were swimming around me.  I looked up and estimated the surface was about 14 feet above.  “What the fuck am I going to do?” I thought,  “I can’t swim!   I’m going to drown at the age of 29!”   Then something happened to me, which has confounded me for decades. When an event like this happens to some people, it is a spiritual epiphany and they devote themselves to Jesus or Allah or whatever.  Being Agnostic, I have the luxury to experience anything or everything without framing it in a certain fashion.  So here it goes…I didn’t know if I was having a hallucination or if my sub-conscious was playing tricks on me.  Maybe God does exist and I was getting a message.  I heard a voice in my head that kept repeating the same line over and over again:  “Now isn’t your time!”  “Now isn’t your time!”   Next thing I knew I felt this tug on my shirt collar and it pulled me upwards. It was as if I was ascending into the Heavens when, actually, I was returning to So-Cal.  Upwards slowly, going upwards.   Up!   Up!   Up!   Up!   I finally reached the surface and Pamela extended her hand to help me out and onto the shore.  Pamie then told me that if I hadn’t emerged when I did, she was preparing to jump in to help me.  Well, I survived and I have stayed clear of water for years.  

           I’m sure glad that this was not an antithesis of a near-death experience; many people are dead and have a near life experience.  If you live in the mid-west, you know what I mean.

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Aya

By Donia Ghobar From the 2001 issue of Afghan Magazine | Lemar-Aftaab 

[caption: Afghanistan Independence Day (Jasheen / جشن) footage from the film 1965 Afghan Like the Eagle ( مانند عقاب ) directed by Fayz Muhammad Kheirzada]

The faint light of a candle trembled in the bareness of what was their home. Dusky shadows quivered over the narrow drugget, clean-swept mud floor, rusty stove, rolled up old blankets beside the wall, few cracked dishes upon a shelf, and the only window with some of its panes covered by old newspapers. The young man watched Aya's old hands while she carefully poured tea into their cups. His mind's eye traveled through the hundreds of hills and valleys on her kind face, to the time when winter had not come to stay on her dark hair...

Gently her voice broke the silence, "You look tired. Why don't you rest a bit? Later you can go to the national fete, jasheen-e-melee. Tonight is the last night you know..." "National fete...", he murmured, his eyelids getting heavy. Pacing on the edge between sleep and wakefulness, he remembered...

They used to go together to the meadows, where every year, poor or rich, people celebrated their nation's independence from the once "superpower of the time."

His father used to tell him about "...how years ago ordinary people had refused to become subservient of a foreign power and had defeated the invader three times; how the dark period had started, and the blacklist had reached all those wonderful nameless heroes one by one, in shadowy nights, never to be seen or heard from again.

How the brutal governments had deprived people from education, wealth and freedom of thought, to ensure their own stability and to satisfy their secret allies' political interests; how the religion had been twisted, turned and deformed to serve the purpose of the government, decades after decades; and still, how the isolated, tough seeds of freedom, in shabby clothes and mud houses had kept growing...those self-taught scholars, invisible to the big world, outside". 

He remembered that wintry night when his father had gone to one of his secret meetings, and supper was getting cold. It was years ago. His father did not come back that evening, or ever again...

"Now with the red flags, they don't like it if people won't show up," said Aya, sipping her tea slowly and continuing, "You might even get to meet the right kind of workers, the comrades." Sarcasm poured bitterness into his short, light laughter.

His eyes still closed, he listened to the wondering voice of his mother saying, "Today I asked them, in the Big House, what dictatorship of proletariat means and the youngest son told me it means a government by the workers for the workers."

"Wolves in sheep's clothing, that is what it means," he murmured. His mother looked swiftly towards him with worry, and rushed to continue, "I told them how hard you work, then the party guests arrived, and I think they didn't hear me, and I had to get back to work. I will talk to them tomorrow."

She lowered her voice, almost to a whisper; "I heard them talking about the ones who are showing betrayal by refusing to join the social events. 'Those are enemies of the people, and they should be punished for being traitors.' they said." He put his empty cup down on the floor beside him and stretched his legs, thoughtfully rubbing his forehead.

"Later, on his way out, the Comrade himself asked me if we had gone to the celebration?" said Aya and she sounded alarmed. Then forced hope slipped beside her words, as she continued, "I think it's really nice of him letting me still work for them in the house, not anymore young and strong as I used to be. They could have hired a real worker, you know. They could have taken this shack from us, you know." He sneered quietly, and she tried again to convince him, her voice trailing off between the desperate persuasion and the thoughts of vivid past, empty present, and the unknown future.

"Look, my son! Don't be stubborn like your father... as if he had to speak for everyone else. So there, we lost our home and were left all alone. But he was such a good man... He used to dream of making sure that every child could go to school. That someday you may become a doctor and help others. Dreamer he was, and he got himself killed."

She sighed, feeling a sharp pain in her chest again. She hurried on, "Listen! You have got to go out tonight. I am fine. The pills that you got for me are good. I took one today, and the pain stopped. Remember? You always loved to go there to "Chumman"*.

Now it is the same. Just the color of the flag has changed. I would have gone too, but it's a long way for me to walk. I have some patching and mending to do anyway. I'll get supper ready. The soup is still warm, I think."

She stood up and slowly moved towards the oven, her back in a curve, bent forward. "This dear old body was once so quick and upright..."

Sadly he thought, before drifting into sleep, his head leaning against the wall, slightly turned to one side. Aya checked the soup. It was still warm. She went to the shelf and took some dishes. She set the low table and placed the glass containing a bunch of wild grown lavenders next to the candles. Suddenly, her face felt ice cold. Sweat drops appeared on her forehead. The pain cut its way sharply from the left side of her chest to her left arm. She could hardly breathe. Her hazel eyes widened in horror. With her right hand, she took out of her pocket the small red capsule, and after biting it open, placed it under her tongue. The unbearable congestion of sudden rushing blood inside her head made her gasp for air. For a short moment, she thought that her head would explode.

Then slowly, the pain left her, drained out of strength. The candle was burning low. The enlarged shadow of the mother moved slowly on the wall. She came to her son and watched him quietly. His handsome face, deeply tanned by long summer days, was covered with dust. Without making a sound, she sat down next to the blanket and leaned back, thinking...

"Everything for the workers," the comrade boy had said, and she had felt like an outsider, guilty for not being the right kind of worker. She was thinking, "had not she worked all the time...in the time of kings and in the time of the revolution? No, her son must not end up like her. What must he do to become the right kind of worker? Those who called themselves comrades... what kind of work did they do?"

She kept wondering, "Her son's friend had worked all his life. Such an honest and nice young man he was...and so full of humor, always making her laugh whenever he came to visit. One day he had been dragged away by the police. It had been raining that day, lightly. A few potatoes and a bunch of green onions scattered on the sidewalk were left behind. No one saw him again. Poor soul, he did talk too much for his own good," decided Aya and concluded in her mind, "No! Her son is going to be just fine. He will not talk too much, and he will not go to meetings, and he will become the right kind of worker, the comrade kind. Tonight he has a chance. Maybe he will get to know someone nice... Maybe they will notice him. He will be safe then. She will make him go there tonight. He would go for her sake, to make his old mother happy. Yes, he is going to be safe..."

Through the feverish alleys in the quiet of the summer night, leaving the shack and Aya behind, the tall shadow moved on. Now, away from the construction site where he carried bricks day after day, and away from home where he felt helpless for not being able to change the hard life of his mother, he was alone by himself...covered by night and caught in the whirlpool of thoughts...

Smiling, Aya had blessed him before closing the creaking door behind him, saying that she will keep the candle burning. A tender feeling warmed his heart. She always waited up for him... as long as he could remember. He was a kid when Aya had started to work as a maid in one of those large houses after his father had disappeared and they had lost their house. Tagging, along with his mother, he had run errands around the house. In exchange, they got their meals and could stay in the shack. He had been teased and ridiculed by the children of the rich household, and had envied them for going to and coming from school, their cheeks flushed with excitement. He had been watching and feeling out of place and out of time, peeking through an invisible window at another world, a dream world...

Childhood had passed him by. Physical work made him strong and brought them leftover foods at the back doors of the town's busy motels. Aya, older and weaker, continued to work in the big house to keep the shack.

In his mind, still, he dreamt his father's dream. His young heart raced for love and justice. His burning dark eyes told stories of the world of ruins, bricks, and a soundproof labyrinth of the life that they were caught in.

He left the last narrow road. Then, one by one, the city lights appeared. He could walk faster on the paved streets. Now he could see the Chumman, jeweled with thousands and thousands of lights, and he could hear the festive sounds shutting the doors to the solitary night beyond.

He crossed the bridge over the river and passed the narrow lane to the green meadow. For merely a second the little boy, his hands tucked in the safety of his parent's warm hands, stepped in the large shoes, while scents of ripe melon, steaming snacks and kabobs, kids' chatter, and sounds of laughter and music filled the air in "Chumman." His foot hit a rock, and the little boy vanished in time.

Fireworks poured bursting stars in gold, purple, green, and crimson. Way ahead, the many decorated camps resembled the miniature palaces of fairy tales. The area was surrounded with flags in the color of blood. Shiny cars were jamming the road on the campsite, dropping off or picking up the ones from the "other worlds." Aimlessly, he walked away from the bright side.

Carefully he inched his way among the ordinary ones, gathered in small family groups sitting around on old blankets. His wondering gaze paused over a small kid's face turned up towards the sky, her mouth full of juicy melon, her juice dripping fingers still holding another piece close to her mouth. A far away feeling clasped his heart. He moved on, passing through unfinished phrases and giggles, feeling strangely alone ... among all those people.

In the nearest camp, someone was playing the accordion and was singing his mind's words through the verses written by a poet his father had known. His mother used to hum the song when she was healthier. "What happened to that poet?" he wondered. A crowd was blocking the view. He stood under a tree, unnoticed in its dark shade, and listened...

"Life will come to an end anyway Slavery is not needed. If slavery be the bargain, Then life is not needed. If the sky pours a rain of pearls Upon you with insult, Tell the sky, "Leave, Rain is not needed."

He left the shade and walked to an empty space and lay down on his back. The grass was damp and cool against his thin shirt and warm skin.

He watched the millions of sparkling stars far above, "What are people doing just now on the other side of the earth?", he wondered with a strange sense of seclusion.

Sounds of music, crowd, fireworks, and cars faded behind the glass borders of wild hopes, tender memories, and the already lost "dream world" of his that years ago, sitting on these grasses he had looked forward to. He thought about Aya. What had happened to her hopes? How hard she was trying to make believe...for his sake, believing that he will be safe. How desperately she was trying. His eyes felt the burning, painful sensation of dry tears. He blinked several times, pressing his eyelids together, and then kept them shut. The earth under the grass was hard and matched the muscles of his back. Silently he stayed there. How long? A fallen leaf in the dark whirlpool of life...

Nearing whispers of soft steps, a strangely sweet and wild perfume, the gentle rustle of a skirt and its sweeping downy touch on his hair, a thud...all as a passing wonderful breeze traversed his solitary world. Before fading away, the voice of a woman wavered in a simple phrase "Oh, I dropped my purse." and shattered the invisible border. He opened his eyes and leaned on his elbow, turning towards the sound. Floating softly in the night, coming closer and closer towards him, was an angel in white. Waves of dark hair bouncing away from the beautiful face of the woman and curling on her almost bare shoulders. Now she was gracefully bending down, so near to him.

His heart began throbbing, and he lowered his gaze. The small sparkling purse next to his elbow stared mockingly back at him. His ragged hand reached down for the lost treasure and timidly held it up for the delicate hand of the woman, her fresh breath almost touching his, her bright eyes joyous and bold looking through him. Her fingers softly brushed against his. A strange vibration burned its way to his pounding heart and softened the stab in pleasure. "Thank you," she said quietly, and then she was gone.

Her quick and smooth steps took her over to her waiting friends. They circled around her as if they were listening eagerly to what she was saying. Suddenly in a burst of laughter, they turned and looked at him, and then rushed away into their world...

The pleasing echo of a voice died in the emptiness of an angry soul. The surrounding sounds became unbearable for the solitude. The bright lights hurt his blurred vision. The far away starry sky poured its quivering dark blue shadows over him. Somewhere, in some valley of his being a silent scream started and was joined by many more. All through the mysterious world of his ego, it overflowed coming to a halt behind his well-shaped lips. A painful lump tightened his throat. His eyes felt like burning coals. Standing, his wide shoulders seemed slightly drooped. The hushed grass under his leaving heavy feet whispered quietly with the summer breeze.

The empty streets echoed the dull sound of the worn-out shoes racing with the night. The alleys, dark and forlorn, shut the doors to sounds of joy and bright colors, and the tall, handsome shadow crept in. Dusty roads did not give away the secret of passing shadow and kept silently puffing to themselves...

The shack was dark. He stopped, then he walked faster. The screams vanished, and fear spread its dark wings. In his mind, denial strived against the lash of forbidden worries, and he hauled himself forward. The door was slightly ajar.

"Aya?" the word came out of his mouth like a broken whisper. His tongue felt dry and bitter. He said again, "Aya?" and gently pushed the door open. It caught on something. He slid in and bent on his knees. Hesitating and fearful, his hand reached out and touched the curved back, thin shoulders, wintry hair and the beloved, dear face-so cold, so horribly cold...

He called her name, at first soft and pleading, then the screams returned, from each cell of his body and each hollow of his soul, bursting into sobs, "Aya... Aya... Aya..."

Outside, a stray dog shrieked out of sleep and walked away into darkness.

Notes

> Aya is the word "mother" used by a group of people in Afghanistan.

> Chumman is a meadow in Kabul, where Afghanistan’s independence day festival took place.

> This story was published as one of the Ten Top Short Stories of Nineteen Ninety-Four and was chosen through a national contest.

About Donia Ghobar

[caption: Donia Ghobar, Kabul University, Department of Fine Arts, circa the 1970s]

Donia Ghobar was born in Kabul, Afghanistan. She is the daughter of the social-political writer and activist Mir Ghulam Muhammad Ghobar. She attended Malalai High School and graduated from Kabul University Medical School and specialized as a Gynecologist and Obstetrician, and furthered her studies in the medical field in Germany and the US. In the humanities, Ghobar is an active poet, short story writer, painter, and sculptor. She resides in the US.

#literature #shortstory

[noisykate]

Bahamas

Posted 17 January 2019

We spent christmas day with Helen and Chris off ‘Tyee’, Helen’s son Sam, and his girlfriend Tammy, and Ian, of ‘Scott Free’, and his friends Mark and Sharon.

Great game of Petanque later – boys with the rusty balls, versus girls with shiny balls.

Boxing day – windy again, tried swimming – too cold; bike ride – too hot.

Hopetown – anchored out, long dinghy ride into the little town. Ashore - a breadfruit tree planted by Captain Bligh! Pretty little town – all the woodwork is brightly coloured, but with softer ‘opal fruit’ colour schemes, rather than the exuberantly garish clashing colours of Barbados and St Lucia.

New Years eve: To Guana Cay, fireworks at midnight, drinks aboard Tyee, Kealoha then Scott Free.

Now back in Marsh Harbour for some more shopping. Snorkelling off Mermaid Reef – wonderful coloured fish, many different sorts.

5 Jan

Waiting back in Marsh Harbour. We headed south a few days ago, only to find a problem with the gearbox, the engine room awash with a disgusting emulsion of gearbox oil and other miscellaneous fluids. We sailed back to Marsh Harbour, using the dinghy to push the boat the last mile into the harbour. A mechanic – James – has diagnosed a failure of one of the seals on the gearbox, so we are now stuck here waiting for parts, then getting fixed.

Meanwhile, one of the winches on the mast was starting to wear out (one of the pawls was sticking, and the socket it sits in has worn so it doesn’t move properly). In conversation with another cruiser, Mike located a spare, which we have now cleaned and reassembled. Easier said than done – to disassemble it was like solving one of those Christmas cracker puzzles – there was a hidden flat spring washer deep in the innards of the thing, which has to be wiggled out before the thing will come apart. A fiendish and less than brilliant design. Some swearing occurred.

The main problem at the moment is getting the old one off the mast – it has probably been in situ for 40 years, the five large stainless steel screws corroded solidly into the aluminium mast. Spray, wiggle, thump, wait, repeat – over 3 days so far.

On the plus side, it does mean we will be here long enough for my new glasses to be sent out.

7 Jan 2019

Managed to get the final screw out of the winch on the mast, and did the preliminary work getting the transmission out – got all the hoses and other connections off, just thwarted by the four nuts on the main coupling which are – yes, seized. Spray, wiggle, thump, repeat…..

A slow day, pottering round trying to get stuff done, achieving very little. Ray joined us again for dinner, with more of his fighting stories from a long life lived at sea. Nice boat – ‘winddancer’.

Fingers crossed we get some news tomorrow from James the mechanic – parts ordered yet, I wonder?

Tomorrow we plan to move winches around to get the new one installed on the mast, and get a better working unit bodged from parts for the main sheet. The one there is fine, but we can improve it slightly. Too convoluted (and boring) to explain, but simple enough to do.

Watermaker still not working – another little job for tomorrow, if we get round to it.

To get into the swing for later on, we watched ‘Thunderball’, most of which was set around here. The main cave used as Largo’s lair is a great snorkelling location, en route further south. The scenery here looks exactly like the set for the film – shallow reefs, amazing snorkelling, low lying land with low rise buildings, palm trees, sandy beaches. Not bad considering the film was made in 1965. Sean Connery lives around here somewhere, although sadly he has a reputation as an ‘ornery old cuss’. Probably wont be dropping in for a rum punch.

12 Jan 2019

Gearbox is off ashore, probably in bits. Not sure if the new parts have been ordered.

The rear seal on the crankshaft has also failed, so there is oil everywhere. That too needs replacing.

The watermaker remains broken – no real appetite to investigate it, and it has proven not to be self-healing.

And now the gas has run out. Mike has taken the bottle ashore, and needs to take it on a 3-mile taxi trip to get it re-filled, or we will be without until Monday.

And it is cold. Not UK-cold, but shut-the-door, put-a-jumper-on cold.

17 Jan 2019

A lovely day out on ‘Scintilla’ with Rachel and Woody from Barnsley, with 20-month old Mabel. Sailed out to Man-o-war Cay, snorkelling, caught a lobster. Tried and failed to get their boat to tack – something wrong with the sail balance.

Our gear box is turning into an epic tale of woe. The mechanic, who yesterday advised that it was ‘all good’ and a repair was ‘100% straightforward’ now advises that the parts alone, not including labour, shipping or tax, would be $5000. We are sitting here now still stunned – we’ve looked online, and we can get a new one in the UK for £500. A day on the phone tomorrow, methinks, exploring options.

Still have not touched the watermaker. Not really in the mood for more bad news. 

[jlfmi]

Record “Close But No Cigar” Streak For Stocks

Over the past 8 days, the S&P 500 has been closer to a 52-week high, without achieving one, than any other stretch in its history.

It seems like the typical trading pattern for U.S. stocks over the past 10 months has been 1) a sharp, quick burst higher, followed by 2) an extended listless (or lifeless) stretch of time. The past 2 weeks have provided a good example of this phenomenon. First off, on April 24, the S&P 500 popped higher by more than a percent following the 1st round of the French presidential election, to just beow its all-time high. In the 8 days since, the index has barely even budged -- and I mean barely. The total High-Low range over the course of those 8 days is less than 0.8% -- well within even the 1-day move on the 24th.

While it has been, so far, unable to score a new high, at least the index’s malaise has not resulted in any material losses. As a matter of fact, when considering the condition that the S&P 500 has failed to make a new high over the past 8 days, the index has actually set a record for the shallowest drawdown in history. In other words, at its lowest point during the past 8 days, the S&P 500 was just 0.67% away from its 52-week high. That is the closest ever over such a stretch, without actually closing at a new 52-week high.

If we expand the parameters a bit, since 1960 (the beginning of our most accurate intra-day data), there have been just 6 other stretches of at least 8 days wherein the lows in the S&P 500 have all been within 1% of an all-time high, without actually recording a new high. Shortening the duration, there have now been a total of 16 such stretches of at least 6 straight days, as shown by the markers in the chart below.

So what should one expect as an outcome to this setup? Arguably, technical analysis would consider most of these tight trading ranges near the highs to be some form of a bull flag, or continuation pattern. That is, they “should” resolve themselves higher via new 52-week highs. And while we never want to anticipate a breakout, our present scenario certainly looks like it would fit that description.

Looking historically, however, the results following the 6-day stretches shown above have been mixed -- so mixed, in fact, that it is pointless to even show the aggregate performance. Of the 15 prior, unique occurrences, they are roughly split as to how many saw the streak broken to the downside, i.e., moving more than 1% away from the 52-week high, and to the upside, i.e., the achieving of a new high. That said, there was only 1 occurrence that did not see a new high registered within about a month or so: August 25, 2016.

Another perhaps intuitive hypothesis is that, given the tightly coiled status of prices, these events likely led to big moves, up or down, following their resolution. That would also be false. For all those looking for fireworks following the break of the current range, the historical precedents would not lend any evidence to that expectation. For example, neither the median nor average returns following the 15 prior events exceed even 1%, up or down, for out as long as 3 months. Thus, don’t be surprised if the firework is a dud and the doldrums continue, even after the range is broken.

Lastly, in an interesting, if questionably helpful, observation, it has not been unusual to see series of these signals occur within a relatively short time frame. For example, as shown on the chart, there were 5 occurrences between 1964 and 1965, then none in either the 1970′s or 1980′s. In 2006, we saw 4 occurrences alone. And since this past August, there have now been 5 incidents.

To see these events happen in clusters is not too surprising. It just demonstrates that markets experience periods of unique character, from a micro-trading perspective. Perhaps the only (very loose) similarity we can see between the 2 previous clusters, in the mid-1960′s and 2006, is that the final event of the clusters occurred months prior to significant cyclical tops in the stock market. Again, we are not making a prediction, merely an observation.

About the only conclusion we can come to is that a new high is likely within about a month’s time -- but that very well may not put an end to the paint-drying environment we’ve been witnessing.

**This article was written prior to today’s new high close in the S&P 500.**

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[ecotone99]

[SP] The Cape

On July 4th, 1973 a very loud sonic type boom was heard throughout Florida. Many people saw the sky light up and then what looked like a speculator Fourth of July fireworks display could be seen by thousands of people up the Eastern Seaboard. This went on for about 10 minutes. It was unlike anything anyone had seen. The red, white and blue colors were some of the most brilliant colors I've ever seen. It was space age fireworks. Then the singing of various patriotic music could be heard. Those singing it seemed like they were out of this world. Hard to explain but nearly 47 years later, I can still remember the singing. It sounded like angels singing.

My mom was already up as she had difficulty sleeping. We were not far from the Cape. The Cape was where the space crafts in Florida went up. She knew that Bob was working at the Cape and what the fireworks probably involved him in some way. Around 11:00 pm, the phone rang. The phone that rang was in my parent's room and it wasn't our home number. It was for Bob only and unless he was physically not able to answer the phone, none of us were to touch it.

He quickly got dressed, kissed my mother goodbye and left.. A couple of hours later we had the speculator 4th of July fireworks. He came home in time for breakfast. We didn't ask him what had happened. All he said that the fireworks show was nice and that he needed to catch up with some work.

We lived in Cape Canaveral as did many of those who worked for NASA and the space industry. My mom did secretarial and clerical work for the industry. My adoptive father Bob was one of the engineers who worked on the space craft that went up. He did other things which most likely were top secret and classified and he never talked about it to my mom or anyone else. We knew not to ask him. That's the way it was back then.

Whenever people in the Cape area saw strange things in the sky at night they didn't call the police. At least back in the day. Everyone figured either the military or NASA were doing experiments or doing something involving the military and this was for national security or space exploration. What happened wasn't on the local news or the national news. Back then, no cell phone to record the fireworks show.

Bob could have gone into space and was accepted into the astronaut program shortly after he and my mom got married in 1965 when I was 3 years old. My brother Kevin was 5 years old. Our dad was on some type of secret mission and never returned. All my mom knew that his plane had disappeared while he was in a training mission. This was during the Cuban Missile Crisis, so my mom assumed this happened off the Florida coast. I was a couple of weeks old. A couple of months later, the government told my mother that our father died and they were unable to retrieve his remains.

Bob chose not to go into space. He found that he liked being on the ground more than he liked being in a space craft. Flying on a plane didn't bother him but being in a space craft made him nervous and a test flight was scary made him rethink his desire to be an astronaut.

In 1967 my mom had a baby girl named Ginger the only child that she and Bob had together.

Growing up I knew the astronauts and those in the space industry. I never had a interest in being an astronaut. My brother Kevin and sister Ginger decided that they wanted to be a astronaut. Ginger was 5 years old when she said this. Bob never discouraged her from doing so even though she had been told at age 5, that women couldn't be astronauts.

Over the years, Bob would go into the schools and talked about careers in the space industry. Sometimes he would be asked for whether or not space aliens exist. He would laugh or chuckle and then changed the topic or he would say something else to change the subject. One thing he said that was true that no space aliens or life outside of the earth had tried to destroy us.

In 2007, my brother Kevin and sister Ginger became the first brother and sister to be on the same space mission. My brother was a payload specialist and had also commanded two space shuttles. This time Ginger would be the commander. Bob had a system set up in his home where he could listen in and communicate with those in space. I communicated with them on the computer and my cell phone in space.

Bob had retired in 1996 but not entirely as he was often involved with space shuttles. He was semi-retired.

Mid- 2019

The last several months, Bob's health had been declining. For a long time he had debated over whether he should tell us what happened to our biological father. He had never told anyone what he knew. Some older kids had told me and my brother that our dad was kidnapped by extraterrestrial beings and was living on another planet with another family. Bob knew that our biological father had died and it was accidental. Our biological father had agreed to go on a space craft with a group from the Rings of Saturn who were known to be peaceful and non-violent. They lived on one of the outer rings of Saturn where people from other planets also lived. No one from Earth though had visited there, so it was the unknown. He seemed to be fine and then a week later, he was gone.

"His death was peaceful Kevin. A couple of days after he arrived, he died in his sleep. He didn't suffer. Sadly, he couldn't be brought back to earth due to the fear of the unknown. They felt bad about what happened but as you know from your studies people from the earth can't live on other planets. Those from other planets can live on our planet but we can't live on theirs."

Both Kevin and Bob knew just as you had both good and bad persons on the earth, you also had people from other planets who were good and bad. Most were good. Kevin was relieved to hear that our father's death was an accident as he had often wondered if his father had been harmed by a group of bad people from other planets. Some bad individuals from other planets had harmed a very very small group of humans from the earth over the centuries. Bad apples from other planets.

A couple of weeks later, Kevin would be going to the International Space Station and he had dinner with Bob. Because he was going to the Space Station he would be under quarantine for two weeks before. He had dinner with Bob. Kevin was behind a glass door and Bob was sitting at a table. They could see and talk to each other. They had a pleasant talk.

Kevin was in space for six months. A couple of weeks after he came home in January 2020, Bob died. A couple of weeks later, Ginger went to the International Space Center. She's supposed to come home in July but because of Covid-19, her return home is delayed a couple of months.

Oh, before I end this story, the firework display in 1973 was put on the Ring of Saturn astronauts wishing the US a happy birthday. The fireworks came out of their space craft off the Cocoa Beach Pier.

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[its-traveller]

Some fun immigration facts about Canada. Canada celebrates its 153rd birthday today, here are 10 fun Canadian immigration

Canada celebrates its 153rd birthday today on a holiday known as “Canada Day" and today we will be talking about some of the Canadian Immigration Facts.

Throughout Canada’s history, immigrants have joined the country’s founding Indigenous peoples to help build a great country.

To celebrate Canada Day,  We have some fun immigration facts about Canada:

– The enactment of the British North America Act, 1867 (today called the Constitution Act, 1867), which confederated Canada, was celebrated on July 1, 1867, with the ringing of the bells at the Cathedral Church of St. James in Toronto and “bonfires, fireworks and illuminations, excursions, military displays and musical and other entertainments”, as described in contemporary accounts. On June 20 of the following year, Governor-General Viscount Monck issued a royal proclamation asking for Canadians to celebrate the anniversary of Confederation, However, the holiday was not established statutorily until May 15, 1879, when it was designated as Dominion Day, alluding to the reference in the British North America Act to the country as a dominion. The holiday was initially not dominant in the national calendar; any celebrations were mounted by local communities and the governor-general hosted a party at Rideau Hall. No larger celebrations were held until 1917, and then none again for a further decade—the gold and diamond anniversaries of Confederation, respectively.

July 1 commemorates the joining of Canada’s three original provinces: Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and the Province of Canada, which is now Ontario and Quebec, into one nation in 1867. Today, Canada has ten provinces and three territories. Canada Day marks almost exactly the middle of the year. July 1 is the 182nd day and there are 183 days left to the year.

The Constitution Act of 1867 outlines immigration as an area of shared responsibility between Canada’s federal government, and the provinces and territories. Which we notice in Express entry stream and Provincial Nomination Program today. This was because Canada’s original provinces had experience recruiting immigrants from Europe before 1867, and immigration was seen as vital to the economic development and security of the provinces upon Canada’s founding.

– Quebec became Canada’s first province to launch a dedicated immigration ministry in 1968. At the time, Quebec recognized the importance of welcoming more immigrants to maintain its Francophone character and political influence within Canada. Thirty years later, Manitoba became the first province to sign a Provincial Nominee Program (PNP) agreement with the federal government, in 1998. Today, 12 of Canada’s 13 provinces and territories operate their immigrant selection program to help grow their economies. Collectively, Canada offers More than 80 immigration programs for skilled workers.

Check out if you are eligible for any Canadian immigration programs

– In 1967, Canada became the first country in the world to introduce a points system for economic class immigrants. Canada introduced the points system to help it assess immigration candidates objectively based on human capital characteristics such as their

-Age,

-Education,

-Language skills,

-occupations, and work experience.

This model has since been adopted by other countries such as Australia and New Zealand. Canada continues to use this model; for example, Express Entry uses the Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) to score and rank immigration candidates.

– Canada has a population of 38 million people. Almost 22 percent of the Canadian population were immigrants the last time a census was conducted, back in 2016. Each year, Canada welcomes immigrants from around 200 different countries.

– Canada’s flag became the country’s official flag on February 15, 1965. The flag on the Peace Tower of Parliament in the nation’s capital, Ottawa, is changed every day and given to citizens for free. However, the Canadian government’s website has a warning: there is a waiting period of more than 100 years!

– Canadian citizens did not have legal status until the Canadian Citizenship Act took effect on January 1, 1947. Before this date, anyone born or naturalized in Canada was a British subject. Among its features, the Act defined who was a Canadian citizen, and how Canadian citizenship could be obtained or lost. Today, most immigrants become citizens. Over 85 percent of immigrants obtain Canadian citizenship, which is one of the highest rates in the world.

– Canada has over 500 immigrant-serving organizations across the country. The purpose of these organizations is to provide free supports to help immigrants integrate into Canada’s economy and society. These organizations provide English and French language classes, job training, mentorship, and many other forms of assistance. You can find organizations close to you by visiting the website of Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada (IRCC).

– Canada has a museum of immigration. The Canadian Museum of Immigration at Pier 21 is located in Halifax, Nova Scotia. This site was chosen because Pier 21 welcomed almost one million new immigrants to Canada between 1928 and 1971.

– Since 1867, Canada has welcomed over 19.5 million immigrants. Despite the coronavirus pandemic, Canada remains committed to high levels of immigration. Before the start of the pandemic, Canada was planning to welcome more than one million new immigrants over the next three years.

If you are Checking with Canada Immigration Facts, you can also check out if you are eligible to apply for Canada pr process. Click here

Stay Healthy and à la prochaine ( See you next Time )