#Apt 412

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

He laughed softly at the tease as he sat up and leaned back against the headboard, giving Devan the space they seemed to need. A low hum in agreement and raise of his brow was the only response when he mentioned his leaving. Which they had in fact done. Devestatingly so. Without notice. They'd just ripped themselves from John-Paul's life with seeming ease. Not even so much as a goodbye or a note ala Roman Drake. The time period following immediately after wasn't one JP cared to reminisce about too often. If at all - Mal being the only other sould who knew how hard Devan leaving had been for him. And it certainly wasn't something he'd expected to be talking about so soon after their unexpected reunion.

Yet here they were.

He dropped his gaze momentarily as Devan spoke, the difficulty of their words filling the space between them. His fingers fidgeted with each other anxiously, his mind already preparing itself for another round of rejection. This time however, where would Devan go? JP would be forced to see what he'd lost every single day and he had no idea how he could possibly handle that.

But when his eyes found Devan again, John-Paul caught the apprenhension in their face. He shifted to face him fully, watching in silence as they seeming searched for the right words. His hand instinctively found its way to theirs and squeezed it gently in assurance. A soft huff escaped him with a shake of his head and a slight purse of his lips, dismissing his confession JP hadn't been the reason he was there.

The thought that Devan had come to the Wexley for him never crossed his mind. It wasn't even remotely a possibility. Not unless Devan developed some sort of psychic powers since they'd last seen each other. JP hadn't so much as mentioned where he lived before, let alone shown him. Although surprising, he'd assumed they'd been looking for the same as any of the others when they stumbled upon the Wexely - shelter and safety.

As Devan started to backtrack, JP scooted closer, unable to fight the tug of a smile or the soft huff of a chuckle when he admited being fucked up over him. That was a first, but so was how fucked up he was over Dev. Of course he's never spent more than a few nights, maybe a week tops, with someone. John-Paul was never looking for anyone to become a permanent fixture in his life - no matter how lonely he felt at times. He wasn't ever keen on letting anyone in far enough to really know him, firmly believing that once they did, they would leave just like his mother. So he never gave anyone the chance to feel anything other than lust for him. That was until Devan. And they still ended up leaving which made him realize it hadn't mattered if people saw him or not, and that he'd wasted a lot of opportunities being so afraid.

"Guess I should cancel the caterer then huh?" he joked if for nothing else then to break the growing tension. He held onto Devan, his fingers dancing through his hair as they came to rest at the nape of his neck. His eyes locked onto theirs affectionately.

"Dev, I hate to break it to you but that means we are something," he told him honestly. "And what that might mean scares the shit out of me, so I'm in no rush to find out," he admitted openly with a soft, nervous laugh. "But whatever we're meant to be, I'm here for it. I'm not going anywhere," he continued in promise with a small shrug, his grip gently tightening in added confirmation before pressing a kiss to their lips.

His focus broke when Devan finally broke the silence, shaking his head gently. John-Paul's embarrassment over this still being such a big deal flared up. He shouldn't have said anything. He shouldn't have said anything. He fucked up. Already. He knew it. How could he have thought someone as open as Devan would be okay hiding? He continued to silently chastise himself for the assumed failure, slowly blocking out everything around him.

But then Dev was making his presence known and John-Paul's worry began to slowly dissipate. His hands easily found themselves resting at their hip and sliding along their arm to hold onto their wrist. "Don't. It's not the same with them," he said of his siblings, shaking off their perceived ignorance of his 'love' life. "I know they wouldn't care. It's just never come up, so I never said anything," he explained it away. "It's everyone else that worries me. Not to mention there's alot of baggage behind why I've kept it to myself."

John-Paul's brow furrowed in worry when they admitted it was going to be a problem, he really didn't want that, but his expression turned to one of confusion as he went on. The knit in his brow softened as they continued, realizing they weren't leaving. That they were choosing to stay. Each kiss sent a chill up his spine. Each compliment stole his breath away. Self doubt clenched at his chest. He feared he wouldn't be able to live up to the image Devan had of him - his talent to screw up even the surest of shots undeniable.

It was Devan's value of him that nearly sent him over the edge. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid the tears now threatening to dampen his eyes. He didn't know how to handle all the praise. All of Devan's wanting of him. That they were on his side. Other than his siblings, who he still sometimes believed felt more obligation by blood to be there, no one willingly made his protection a priority. And not his physical protection, he could handle himself without a doubt, it was his emotional insecurities that need the helping hand. But it was overwhelming to actually find it (in the apocalypse no less) and his words refused to form. He leaned them up just enough to press a kiss to their lips after the promise to defend his honor.

"I don't think you'll need to do that. At least not yet," he finally managed to choke out, swallowing back the lump forming in his throat with a small, nervous, short chuckle - joking in the face of seriousness his usual coping mechanism to break the weight of his anxiety. "Just give me a little more time, okay?" he asked genuinely, a thumb caressing their cheek. "That's all I need. And I promise it won't be long. It's hard to hide how much I like you," he admitted with gentle teasing in his voice before pressing another kiss to his lips.

[whisperingspinesliterary]

Series Rec: The Lord of Stariel

Greetings, adventurers, welcome back to the library!

During the depths of my reading slump, I never thought I’d read another long series again. Nothing was appealing to me. There were no books that could pry me away into their pages. Until last year, when I finally picked up a book again (and decided to make it my entire personality). I talk a lot about A Botanist’s Guide series, it was the reason I got out of my slump in the first place. I slowly chugged through over the course of last year, then I recently reviewed an ARC of the newest book. However, there is another series I read last year, made up of five books, that I zipped through in about two months. I couldn’t devour them fast enough.

If you read my 2024 Book Wrap-Up, you may recognize the books I’m talking about. The Lord of Stariel series was written by A.J. Lancaster. From what I’ve gathered, it’s her debut series. I must say, as an overall series, it did not disappoint. It’s a gas lamp fantasy, set in a steampunk 1920s style world. In this whimsical world magicians, illusionists, and fae are real.

This series is one I've been recommending to any fantasy reader who will listen. My mom has read it, and I loaned it to a friend who thought it sounded good. What caught my eye was that the series was advertised as Howl's Moving Castle meets Bridgerton. The former is my favorite book and movie, so of course I had to check it out. I don't know much about Bridgerton, but they're both very apt comparisons.

The Lord of Stariel

The first book, The Lord of Stariel, was released in October of 2018. In it, we follow Hetta Valstar returns home for her father’s funeral. The Stariel estate is a sentient fae land, and they must determine who the heir will be. We meet Hetta’s brother, Marius, along with her childhood friend, Wyn. There's a vast cast of other Valstar family members, and everyone in Hetta's generation has to touch the Star Stone to reveal the heir. However, things quickly go amiss, and Hetta discovers that not all buried things stay buried.

I think this is a great start to the series. It's on the shorter end and, I will admit, the climax didn't really hit for me. It was kind of there and gone, it didn't really feel like it was the big culmination of everything this book had been working to build. Still, I didn't think that it was bad. Each subsequent installment in the series gets better (in my humble opinion). At the moment, The Lord of Stariel sits at 3.9 stars with 9.4k ratings on GoodReads. I rated it 3 stars myself.

The Prince of Secrets

The Prince of Secrets is the second in the series. Its release came just a few months after The Lord of Stariel, releasing in January of 2019. I have a bit of a vendetta against the second book in a series - any series (which is something I plan on talking about in depth later down the road). So I was pleasantly surprised to find that The Prince of Secrets didn't feel useless.

We find out more about Wyn and why he came to Stariel in the first place. We also start to see the budding romance between him and Hetta. I absolutely love Wyn. He's one of my favorite love interests in any series. The Prince of Secrets currently sits at 4.1 stars and 4.7k reviews on GoodReads. I rated this installment 4 stars.

I know it's normal to see numbers drop off as the books go. But I'm still slightly disappointed to see that not as many people returned for the sequel.

The Court of Mortals

The Court of Mortals is third book, we finally see the consequences of the first two books on the wider world. We get to explore more off Stariel lands. Learning more of the way politics work, and how the general world is governed. We also get to see Wyn start to rediscover himself and his identity after hiding it away for so long.

The third book followed in January of 2020. It's 412 pages long, currently sitting at 4.2 stars with 3.8k reviews on GoodReads. I also rated this one 4 stars.

The King of Faerie

The King of Faerie is the final book in the main storyline of The Lord of Stariel series. I am going to give you a little spoiler -- if the unexpected pregnancy trope isn't for you, then you might not like this one. To be fair, it does have a purpose. It acts as a reason for Stariel to claim Wyn as its own. Hetta and Wyn have to chase down the king of faerie so that they may gain his blessing to be wed.

This is the longest installment in the series at 550 pages. It was released in July of 2021. But it definitely uses every page to build a satisfying ending to series. It currently sits at 4.3 stars and 3.3k reviews. I couldn't decide if I wanted to give this one 4.5 or 5 stars. Either way, it ended up being my favorite installment in the series.

One of my favorite things about the Stariel series, is that it has multiple POVs without being obnoxious about it. Being in third person - even better. This is probably the most fluid and organic use of multiple POVs that I've read. It's like in a TV show or movie when there's a seamless transition between the characters you're following. There's never a section where I was like, "This added nothing to the story. We didn't need this section."

A Rake of His Own

A Rake of His Own follows Hetta's brother Marius while he's in university. Wyn's brother, Rake, shows up bleeding and naked. This is a spin off with a little spice, cute gay romance, and a mystery. Rake and Marius pair up to try and catch a murderer. The book was released in October of 2022. It's 437 pages and currently sits at 4.4 stars with 2.2k ratings. It was such a fun read, and we get a bit of follow up on Stariel, and what Hetta and Wyn have been up to in the meantime!

I cannot recommend this series enough! It's one I definitely plan on rereading soon. It's great for anyone who likes fantasy and wants a story set in a unique world.

You can visit the author's website HERE!

Thanks for reading, I hope you stop by the library again soon!

- Whisper

Let Me Know: Have you read this series? What did you think?

[entomoblog]

« Le darwinisme ne fait nullement l’apologie de la performance »

See on Scoop.it - EntomoScience

La nature ne tolère pas que les plus aptes et la théorie moderne de l’évolution a intégré l’existence de l’inutile depuis longtemps, rappelle Guillaume Lecointre. Le zoologiste reproche à Daniel Milo de s’en prendre à un darwinisme imaginaire.

  Guillaume Lecointre

Zoologiste, professeur du Muséum national d'histoire naturelle

  Publié le 9 mai 2024 à 14h00

En accès libre

  "... Laissons la science tranquille, et attaquons-nous au capitalisme dans le champ des valeurs, plutôt que de prendre les faits en hold-up. Le sous-titre du livre est d’autant plus désastreux que l’amalgame entre darwinisme et capitalisme est un vieux poncif dont on est certains qu’il rencontrera un écho dans toute une sphère idéologique, ce qui aura pour conséquence le refus pour des motifs qui n’ont rien de scientifique, par une partie de nos concitoyens, d’une théorie scientifique féconde, qui doit encore beaucoup à Darwin sous bien des aspects."

(...)

  ------

NDÉ

via Espèces_revue sur X, 13.05.2024

  "Enfin la presse laisse une place à Guillaume Lecointre pour une critique raisonnée du livre du sociologue Daniel Milo qu’elle a abondamment encensé. Encore une fois on y véhicule la vision utilitariste, simpliste et politisée de la sélection naturelle"

https://twitter.com/Especes_revue/status/1789976646264504583

    Référence de l'ouvrage :

  « La Survie des médiocres. Critique du darwinisme et du capitalisme », de Daniel S. Milo, Gallimard, « Bibliothèque des sciences humaines », 412 p.

[ti-female]

10/5/23 #targeted with #frequencies from Apt 412 or 312? #ti #tifemale youtu.be/7YwwI8nX_Eg?si… via @youtube

[byenycfm]

UTP || 24+ || #412 || UTP || OPEN

Personality:

Stubborn

Methodical

Optimistic

Loyal

Presumptuous

Biography:

You've never expected any handouts from life. When you decided to get serious and follow your athletic calling, you knew it wasn't going to be easy.

Every Chad and Dick thinks they're going to be the next NFL pick or heavy weight champ, but you had the talent and drive to back up your ambition.

The Wexley was far from home, and your family questioned your decision to move so far from everything you ever knew, but it was where you needed to be to take the next steps towards your aspiring career.

You're keeping your mind and body in shape and steadily proving to those around you that you might actually have a shot at being the next big thing.

Pre Outbreak Occupation: Aspiring Athlete Previous Zombie Experience: UTP Martial Status: UTP Children: UTP Residence: Apt. #412 Years residing at The Wexley: 2 months Connections: UTP

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Right-Clicker-Mentality

Having coined a few terms in my day, I revel in new coinages that capture something really gnarly and interesting.

Take “bezzle” — JK Galbraith’s term for “the magic interval when a confidence trickster knows he has the money he has appropriated but the victim does not yet understand that he has lost it.” So much of our contemporary economy is captured by that delicious term!

https://pluralistic.net/tag/bezzles/

Recently, I happened on another coinage that is marvellously apt for our current moment: “right-clicker mentality.”

https://www.vice.com/en/article/5dgzed/what-the-hell-is-right-clicker-mentality

The term comes to us from the world of NFTs, which have blown up into a massive, fraud-ridden speculative bubble that is blazing through whole rain-forests’ worth of carbon while transfering billions from suckers to con-artists. A bezzle, in other words.

The creators of NFTs envisioned them as a kind of bragging right that described the relationship between a creator and a member of their audience. When you paid for an NFT, you recorded the fact that you had made a donation to the artist that was inspired by a specific work. That fact was indelibly recorded in a public ledger — the blockchain — so everyone could see it.

Instantly, the idea of supporting artists with NFTs was converted into a financial bubble. The point of an NFT wasn’t to support an artist — it was to acquire a tradeable asset that would go up in value because the buyer thought they could unload it for even more.

In this age of stock markets that boom in response to mass unemployment, supply-chain collapse, monopoly and runaway climate emergencies, NFTs aren’t really that weird. They represent the dream of “retail investors” to participate in the rigged lottery that minted 412 new billionaires during the covid lockdown.

In the NFT bezzle, NFT “owners” deliberately blur the distinction between owning the right to say you helped an artist and the right to say you own their work. They treat the NFT as equivalent to the image it refers to, rather than a bit of metadata that relates to that image. That’s not surprising, as speculators are far more interested in inflating, tradeable assets than in arts patronage!

In response, NFT skeptics are wont to troll speculators by right-clicking the NFT image, choosing “Save As…” and making a copy of the image. Then they taunt NFT bros with the copy, driving home the point that their speculative bubble is trading in something even more abstract than a digital image.

On Oct 26, an NFT bro calling himself Midwit Milhouse coined the term “right-clicker mentality” to refer to these spoilsports who insist on pointing out the inconvenient truth of his white-hot ponzi scheme.

Milhouse used the term to disparage an amateur chef who made his own version of a $2,000 “Salt Bae” steak for $90. Salt Bae is a trendy London chef who charges tens of thousands for gold-leaf-covered steaks that he showers with salt in a kind of tableside piece of performance art.

Milhouse called this person “a great example of right-clicker mentality,” whose homemade steak didn’t deliver “the satisfaction, flex, clout that comes from having eaten at Salt Bae’s restaurant.”

https://twitter.com/kenlowery/status/1455662848345055232

Milhouse went on: “The value is not in the cost of the steak. Go ahead, make yourself a gold-coated steak at home. Post a picture of it on Instagram. See how much clout it gets you.”

And then, displaying galactic-scale lack-of-self-awareness, “Salt Bae’s dish costs around 1500GBP because people want to pay 1500 GBP to show off that they can afford to pay that much. It’s all about the flex.”

You really couldn’t ask for a better encapsulation of the NFT bezzle: buy an NFT to “flex” and “show off you can afford to pay that much.” Ignore the intrinsic value or satisfaction of the underlying work. You’re doing this for “clout.”

Right-clicker-mentality is a value we should all aspire to. As Matthew Gault wrote on Motherboard: “Sometimes a word or phrase comes along that’s so perfect it almost makes you angry.”

“To right-click is one thing, but to have a right-clicker mentality implies an ontological break between crypto-fans and critics. Indeed, it implies the person saving the JPEG to their hard drive isn’t just wrong, they’re broken in some way.”

Image: Nenad Stojkovic https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hand_on_the_computer_mouse_-_50202556601.jpg

CC BY: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en

[dinasilvertongue]

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ‘tis something, nothing; ‘Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

[ahb-writes]

Book Review: ‘Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine’

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman My rating: 4 of 5 stars The quiet, honeyed brilliance of Eleanor Oliphant is completely lost to the world. Or, in the least, lost to those nearest to her orbit of social discomfiture. Her coworkers are vapid and unintuitive. The state social workers who visit her are inattentive. And everyone else just stares (at her burn scars), murmurs (in suspicion of her diligence), or mocks (at the behest family dynamics gone horribly wrong). Eleanor Oliphant is fine insofar as she does not require the approval of the outside world to function. Eleanor Oliphant is not fine insofar as the interior world on which she thrives is apt to feed on this growing absence of empathy. What for the twenty-first century's obsessive and compulsive affectation for hyperconnectivity, ELEANOR OLIPHANT IS COMPLETELY FINE is a marvelous declaration on the sustainability of self. Eleanor is a skilled accountant, a whiz at crossword puzzles, and a generally, phenomenally perceptive individual. Whatever artifice others see about the 30-year-old woman is of their own making: Eleanor is awkward, true, but she is also kind. Alas, she has made the most of her aloneness. The caveat, however, is that Eleanor's social isolation is a wayward fractal of discontent ardently scuttling just beneath the surface. Childhood trauma. Violent interpersonal relationships. A somewhat comically heroic alcohol addiction. Eleanor doesn't understand texting and memes. Eleanor has never eaten fast food. Eleanor doesn't quite grasp the inerrant necessities wrought by clingy friends and chatty neighbors. She does, however, understand the grace afforded the less fortunate. Or the value of mediating the noise of fashion, finance, and a steady diet. She doesn't always get the balance right (e.g., waxing her genitals on a whim or attending a party on time when everyone else is late), but she tries. She survives. She exists. ELEANOR OLIPHANT IS COMPLETELY FINE treats Eleanor as both the string of pearls as well as the swine: a sharp woman is besieged by insulating forces from her violent past to box her into place, whether to keep her there forever, clever and slow to evolve, or to snuff her out for good. There are few good options for hardline pragmatists like her. And so readers must query whether the woman's blunt, emotionally dull approach to the world is a survival instinct (that is, a defense mechanism) or whether her deliberate mismanagement of personal grief is an act of cowardice sure to consumer her in due time. One uneven peculiarity of this novel is that Eleanor's fearless endurance of her aloneness is as much what defines her as what corrupts her. The woman's patient attenuation of her surroundings crackles with humor (e.g., she refuses gifted toffee, because it was warmed by resting on somebody's lap), nervous spite (e.g., "The goal, ultimately, was successful camouflage as a human woman," p. 47), pity (e.g., she gets wasted at the funeral of a relative stranger), and tragedy (e.g., she permits a rogue infatuation with a local musician to blindly metastasize). The equal measures of the scars on Eleanor's heart pulse with uncertainty. This uncertainty grows more apparent as the novel, and Eleanor's personal history, unfold. Eleanor is a brilliant woman, but the novel treats her lack of social grace and currency as a pendulum of sentimentality (or lack thereof) whose influence shifts with each passing page. For example, she does not require affection to get through the day ("Human mating rituals are unbelievably tedious to observe," p. 108), and yet she later finds superficial gestures of warmth, such as hand-holding or a squeeze of the shoulder, to be "surprisingly pleasant" (page 412). Perhaps this artificial character growth is a manifestation of wishing to save a person who would otherwise self-destruct on her own? Regardless, to the author's credit, Eleanor's inability to process the weight of her constant losing out to the hierarchy of loss, sorrow, and emotional catastrophe does call forth a clever, cynical burning question: "How desperately, on how many levels, does a person have to wish to die before it's actually allowed to happen?" p. 377). ELEANOR OLIPHANT IS COMPLETELY FINE harbors surprisingly few rhetorical questions in its quest to validate the chrysalis-shattering gusto of one woman's journey toward psychological safety. Aloneness is both a shield and a weapon, but why does it's excessive use blind one to the emotional detritus underfoot? Guilt is a terrifying motivator, as well as tending to be genuinely terrifying on its own, but how does one mitigate the intensity and rapidity of the change it thunders into place? How does one solve "the puzzle of me," as Eleanor says.

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Apt. 412 - Airbender Temple - Downtown Campus by pjacubinas 

[annecumberbatch]

Writer’s Tag

Thank you @simplyclockwork​ for the tag! 

Ao3 name: AnneCumberbatch

Fandoms: While I love many series, I only write for the BBC Sherlock fandom. 

Number of Fics: Technically 29, since one of my postings is cover art. 

Fic I spent the most time on:  Unfinished, it’s definitely For John with Love which I started in 2016. Technically also unfinished, Bee Socks is taking a while, but that fic also currently does not have an end date. I think my series I Saw London Without You will take up a significant part of my future writing efforts. Other then that, most of my published fics took a few hours. 

Fic I spent the least amount of time on: Grey probably took me the least amount of time. It was written in poem form, so it’s more abstract than the rest. I think I wrote it in ten minutes or so. 

Shortest fic: Aforementioned Grey is my shortest fic at 362 words. 

Most hits/ Most kudos/ Most comment threads/ Most Bookmarks/ Highest total word count:  - most hits: For John with Love with 6458 hits -  Most kudos: Also For John with Love at 412 kudos - Most Comment Threads: All we do is hide away with 181 comment threads (!!) - Most bookmarks: Also For John with Love at 102 bookmarks - Highest total word count: For John with Love at 9147 words. Bee Socks will be sure to surpass it, though because it’s currently at 8372 words and has many many more chapters to go while FJWL only has 5 more chapters to be written. 

Favourite Fic I wrote: I have trouble picking a favourite because I love all of them. I have a few favourites for different reasons: All we do is hide away and it’s subsequent sequels because I connected very strongly to John through that fic. And I received such a strong reaction from readers - it was the first time I felt really involved in the fandom and like an actual author. I love Negative Two Degrees because I think it’s funny and fluffy. I love Pulse because it’s really sad. I love Open Your Eyes because I felt like that was my first fic that was decently successful quickly. And I have a special weakness for Too Close to Touch, which was actually based on real life friendships and actually uncovered a real-life affair between my two friends that, at the time, I wasn’t aware of. They’re getting married now. So.. that one’s just sentiment. 

Fic I want to re-write/expand on: I feel like I could do something with Oblivion. It’s an unfinished WIP that I started years ago and lost inspiration for. 

Share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: This is from something I haven’t really shared at all. It would be from, not the sequel to All we do is hide away, but a companion piece entitled Breathe Again, to be enclosed within the series. Sherlock writes letters to John from his time away. Ideally, it would be in a similar monologue-ish form paralleling John. Something I’m tossing around. 

Day 10

Dear John, What a ridiculous way to open a letter. How equally ridiculous that it would suit your name so well. An apt descriptor for you, John. Dear John. For you are dear, not just to me, I am sure, but to many. How you could not be is unthinkable. You shall never read this letter, of this I am more than certain. First and foremost being because as soon as I’ve finished writing it, I will destroy it. Second reason being, it would destroy our friendship if you read the words I’m about to write. If we still even have a friendship upon my return. If I return. There is no guarantee I shall even make it out of here alive. Although, in this mission, my life is not the life we are trying to save. So it hardly matters.

Tagging: Anyone who writes fanfiction and sees this! 

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sadly i think i need to do some blog cleanup, so for now i'll be dropping assassin (consort yu, fate, condo 412), caster (prototype merlin, fate, townhouse 223), and rosa (tears of themis, apt 306). thank you, and hopefully i'll bring them back sometime!

They’ll be dropped for you!

-- Mod Caelum

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“A. E. TUTTE IS GIVEN 2-YEAR TERM IN PEN,” Winnipeg Tribune.  July 13, 1921. Page 6. ---- Confessed Burglar Blames Florida Water For Crimes ---- Two years in Stony Mountain penitentiary was given Albert E. Tutte, who confessed to burglarizing five Strathcona st. homes, when he appeared before Magistrate Macdonald in police court today. 

"I was drinking Florida water earlier in the evening," Tutte told the court. 

"There is too much burglary going on," the magistrate said. 

Intoxicated Pays $106 James Kirkpatrick was fined $53 for driving an auto while under the influence of liquor three weeks ago. David Kirkpatrick, a brother, was fined $53 for obstructing a police officer from doing his duty. Other charges were withdrawn. Their auto having been in the police garage since they were arrested, it was not ordered impounded.

Committed for Trial On two charges of bicycle theft, Archie McKenzie was committed for trial at the assizes. A witness against McKenzie was Harry Saunderson., 412 Assiniboine ave., a former alderman and police commissioner. He alleged McKenzie stole his son’s machine. 

Jail for Cycle Theft For stealing a bicycle and attempting to sell it at Bergen, Man., Terry Mapstead was sent to jail for two months. 

Asked for Money Fred Ryan, charged with vagrancy, said he was asking a friend for money.

The friend was the cause or Ryan's arrest, police say. Both sides of the story will be presented Friday. 

Sentence Thursday Sentence on H. Gordon Thomas, who pleaded guilty today to stealing Canadian Express company money order book and to forging an order for $50, will be passed by Magistrate Macdonald on Thursday.

Speeders Pay $184 Speeders fined today were: H. Bowen, 417 Victor St.; William Smith, 176 McFarlane st.; Matheson Kiermack, Machray apts.; Henry Borger, 425 McGregor St.; Charles Lennan, 326 Oxford st.; Louis Bouchet, 369 St. Jean Baptiste st.; John Linklater, 385 Aikins St., and Gordon Baldwin. 12 Dundern place. They paid a total of $184 in fines. 

Car Is Impounded Despite a damaged carburetor, which William Smith. 176 McFarlane st., said he had on his auto, he was fined $23, and his car will be impounded for 14 days in the police garage. He was charged with speeding at miles an hour. 

Getting Old ‘It’s the old excuse again,’ said R. B. Graham, crown prosecutor, when Morris Tolb, 517 1/2 Osborne St., was charged with selling groceries on Sunday.

‘They were ordered Saturday night,’ Tolb said. He was fined $15.

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7/22/23 Getting #targeted from direction of apartments 412/410 with #frequencies #ti https://youtube.com/shorts/rSas4URkTgI?feature=share via @youtube

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Who is Rick Alan Putman?

RICK ALAN PUTMAN along with Whitney Wyatt is the mastermind of this ongoing scam wherein they recruit more innocent people to participate and earn in this scam. Rick Alan Putman has already filed bankruptcy and hence cannot open a new business on his name that is one more reason for recruiting other people. He has been searching for these people online through advertising. Rick Alan Putman has been scamming people with the help of some his friends and associates, whose details are also mentioned. They open the company and bank accounts under the company name, sign up for a P O Box address where the checks from scamming innocent people come and then they deposit the checks and then they distribute the money among themselves. This scam has been running since 2017 and numerous victims have been scammed. Moreover some of his associates are already facing Legal troubles because of the federal action. I would be detailing out some of those companies who are involved in this along with their owners information.

RICK ALAN PUTMAN known companies owned by him are DOLPHIN TECHNOLOGIES, LLC (Incorp Date 5 Dec 2017)(Comp No.: 138492392), LOGIC TECHNOLOGIES, LLC, Dynamic Solutions, LLC

known phone numbers are 309-647-8885, 727-441-8459, 440-749-1005, 727-851-8160, 727-231-1718, 727-736-7708

known family members and business assiciates are Todd Putman, Suzanne Elizabeth Putman, Stacee Putman, Whitney Wyatt, Jerarim Love, Gabriel Love, Barry A Newston, Marian Laura Bello

known addresses and P.O. Box numbers are (1)1800 Copper Kettle Ln Dunedin, FL 34698, (2)871 Ibis Walk Pl N Unit 1405 Saint Petersburg, FL 33716, (3)16158 NW Canton St Portland, OR 97229, (4)16147 NW Canton St Apt 303 Portland, OR 97229-1262, (5)791 Hammock Ln Okeechobee, FL 34974-2751, (6)5250 Roosevelt Blvd Clearwater, FL 33760-3451, (7)825 W Locust St Canton, IL 61520-8433, (8)16158 NW Canton St Apt 204 Portland, OR 97229, (9)16201 NW Fescue Ct Portland, OR 97229, (10)1021 Fairburn Ave Clearwater, FL 33755, (11)848 E Elm St Canton, IL 61520, (12)1000 SE 160th Ave Apt HH275 Vancouver, WA 98683

JEAN KELLEY MCKENZIE RIVERMARK SOLUTIONS, LLC ANGULAR INFOTECH, LLC

ED TSUJI 187 E WARM SPRINGS RD STE B, LAS VEGAS, NV, 89119-4112, UNITED STATES 9006 NE 15TH AVE UNIT 307 VANCOUVER WA 98665 14915 NE RANCHO DR VANCOUVER 98682 WA 4505 PACIFIC HWY E STE C-2 FIFE WA 98424

HERNANDEZ RIOS registry number is #145908992 512-247-7390 713-224-5978 512-431-5753 512-740-0963 512-243-6161 Valentin Rios Jeremiah Rios Sanjuanita H Rios Candice Rios Guadalupe Leon Sanchez 6158 Nw Canton St # 204 Portland OR 97229 5305 North River Road Suite B1 Keizer OR 97303 5180 Highway 71 E Apt C Del Valle, TX 78617 8988 Elroy Rd Del Valle, TX 78617 8988 Elroy Rd Apt 1 Del Valle, TX 78617 5002 SE 70th Ave Apt 14 Portland, OR 97206 456 Brown St Portsmouth, OH 45662 PO Box 24 Del Valle, TX 78617 1916 Everett St Houston, TX 77009 PO Box 17973 Austin, TX 78760 PO Box 343 Newark, TX 76071

Valentin Rios 512-897-9796 512-822-2382 512-897-9612 737-703-9267 737-262-6035 512-243-6161 Jeremiah Rios Sanjuanita H Rios Candice Rios Concepcion Rios Minnie D Haws Stephen Longoria Violet May Hanus Nancy Woodhanus Joseph Jeremiah Hanus PO Box 943 Blanco, TX 78606 4320 S Congress Ave Apt 7211 Austin, TX 78745 4714 Harmon Ave Austin, TX 78751 5402 William Holland Ave Austin, TX 78756-2033 1600 Wickersham Ln Apt 2037 Austin, TX 78741-3133 13005 Heinemann Dr Ofc Austin, TX 78727-6982 8988 Elroy Rd Apt 1 Del Valle, TX 78617-4814 5405 Wellington Dr Austin, TX 78723 5180 Highway 71 E Del Valle, TX 78617 8806 FM 812 # 9 Austin, TX 78719 602 9th St Blanco, TX 78606 317 Bernard St Denton, TX 76201 2073 Sheffield Mnr E Carson City, NV 89701

Jeremiah Rios 512-247-7391 512-247-7882 512-448-9694 512-247-7390 512-897-9796 512-902-8316 512-897-9612 512-431-5736 512-524-2009 HERNANDEZ RIOS Valentin Rios Sanjuanita H Rios Candice Rios Pauline Shinn Howard Ralph Rich Stephen Kelley 212 Northfork Rd San Marcos, TX 78666 412 Lookout Ridge Loop San Marcos, TX 78666 5402 William Holland Ave Apt 206 Austin, TX 78756 5404 Ponciana Dr Apt A Austin, TX 78744-2839 904 W 7th St Georgetown, TX 78626-5447 8988 Elroy Rd Apt 1 Del Valle, TX 78617-4814 721 Lamar Pl Apt 207 Austin, TX 78752 PO Box 24 Del Valle, TX 78617 8502 Woodstone Dr Apt A Austin, TX 78757 4714 Harmon Ave Austin, TX 78751 5402 William Holland Ave Apt 206 Austin, TX 78756 1817 E Oltorf St Austin, TX 78741 1817 E Oltorf St Apt 2043 Austin, TX 78741 5180 Highway 71 E Apt C Del Valle, TX 78617