#Hopkins Phonebook

[victorywithremy]

The Confession | Adam vs Remy

"I've been lying."

Remy said simply as he folded his arms over his chest and gazed at some of the assembled demigods before him. He wasn't entirely sure what the reaction would be for some of them- he could see there was some sort of recognition in Atticus and Oliver's eyes, which he wasn't entirely surprised about. Oliver had seen his name tag when he'd come back from the underworld and Atticus was too smart not to least see through some of his lies. A few of the others looked a little more confused, he could see Gabe and Ale furrowing their brows slightly as they peered over at him. As he took a little breath. There was a decent argument he could have made about not telling them- that his experience in...whatever that strange world was with his old dorm room and that figure with the ever-changing face could have been kept to himself. And that his own understanding of his past was enough that he could have left it behind without anyone ever knowing about it.

But was that being fair to the people in this room? The people who'd thrown down their lives to save him or the ones who had shared his bed more than once?

"do you need to be a lie to them to be you, or are you ready to be your most honest truth?"

Those words danced around in his head as he flicked his eyes from Atticus to Oliver, to Romeo and Silas, Rio, Jay and Gabe. Face after face as he felt that tongue still of a moment- even with a sense of peace about his past, it still felt almost unnatural to talk about it. To shatter that web of lies he'd so carefully perfected.

"Not about being a lawyer- nor our experience at the school. I earned both of those things." He said as he nodded towards Atticus because- well, he'd still earned his degree. Just under more...shady circumstances. "I was born Adam Hopkins or...at least it's the best name I could come up with. Pretty sure I just picked the name from two random names in a phonebook once upon a time- " Remy paused because that felt like it was getting somewhat off track. " All I really remember if I think back enough..the smell of burnt ash and just- well, then it's just what my life was beyond that. I slipped through the cracks- I lived on the streets- I...made my way through life the best way I could. I used to change names like someone changed suits. James. Jack. Alexander. Adam. Eric... till I saw a chance to change my life. Though looking back on it I might have had a little bit of help with a few of my bigger lies I've said. From... well.." Remy waved his hand towards the temple. His intention was pretty clear. Nike, his mother, had turned the knife edge of some of his words towards his favor.

"I somehow convinced one of the best schools in the country that a student. That my parents were in the south of France and couldn't be contacted- hell, that any record of me was lost by some foolish administration. That Remy Warren was far too rich to deal with such things. Honestly- at the time I thought It was just such a bold lie big enough that no one would ever question it.- well, who'd try to lie to get into a school like that? Which in retrospect has me left feeling a little foolish From there I used my..skills and my connections, my actual talent to find myself in Oxford. And that's where I made Remy Warren proper- I invented tiny details- every lie became easier and easier. I perfected my accent. I-...

Became exactly who I wanted to be. The man you know. I'm not telling you this to gain some sort of sympathy or shock value. Or to undermine what I have with you. I'm telling you this because I want to be honest with you. I want you to see the scars and know the truth of me. I have cared for people before now and pushed them away when they found that truth.

I am hoping that my name doesn't matter to you- that each of you might know the person I am regardless of my past and those...tiny lies I've told some of you. Or at the very least that you'd be willing to understand some of it.

The core of who I am? The Remy you know hasn't changed. The man who shared your bed. Or fought beside you- it's still me.

I'm still Remy. It's who I made myself and it's who I am. It's the name I've chosen."

Remy let those words settle as he stared out at the group of demi-gods in front of him.

It somehow felt like a weight was on his chest and yet- one have lifted all at the same time.

"That's...what I wanted to say."

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► Sterling Archer

Sterling Malory Archer was born in Reggie's Bar in Tangiers, in northern Morocco, Africa, when his mother, Malory Archer, was birthed by Woodhouse. Woodhouse handed Malory a rattle made of sterling silver for the baby. Malory liked the name Sterling and decided to name him that. Woodhouse suggested that his middle name be "Reginald", after Captain Reginald Thistleton (a deceased friend of Woodhouse's that served in World War I, with whom Woodhouse may or may not have been infatuated), but Malory decided that Reginald sounded "too gay" and instead named him after herself. Malory offered Woodhouse the job of taking care of Archer. Woodhouse traded his bar for a boat, sailed Malory and Sterling to Lisbon, got Malory to an OSS safe house, sold the boat, and used the money to take Sterling back to the U.S.

Malory Archer, Sterling's mother, speculates that Sterling was conceived shortly before she participated in Operation Gladio. The list of Archer's possible fathers include Nikolai Jakov, Len Trexler, and Buddy Rich, as well as an unnamed young man who was gunned down in the streets of Italy and had "blue eyes, full lips, and thick wavy hair".

Sterling spent the first five years of his life being raised by Woodhouse and only seeing his mother a few times per year, such as on Christmas. This made him have an extremely negative view of his mother as a young child. It got to the point that when she came home he clung to Woodhouse and stated he had no mother and said he hated her even though she brought him several gifts when she returned.

When Archer was four years old, Archer's "father", John Fitzgerald Archer, was "killed" in action. Malory upheld this lie so far as to hold a military funeral for him.

At some point as a child, Malory moved without telling Archer's boarding school, leading to him to take a train home alone and eventually ending up in a police station. Malory had to pick him up and continues to view the situation as not her fault, stating that he could have picked up a phonebook.

Archer celebrated his sixth birthday while his mother assisted in overthrowing the government of Guatemala (in reality, the CIA overthrew Guatemala's government over June 18-27, 1954). Unbeknownst to Malory, the man who was Sterling's father visited him and gave him a stuffed toy alligator as a gift since at that time he loved them. This love would at some point become a chronic fear.

Archer lost his virginity at age 12 to his female Brazilian au pair, who was seemingly unaware of the American age of consent. At his tenth-grade sports banquet, Archer was caught having sex with his coach, Mrs Mupherd. Malory considers this to be the most embarrassing thing Archer has ever done. Archer states that she came onto him and so it was not his fault.

During his freshman year, Archer was given a swirly by Richard Stratton IV and Trent Whitney in a toilet that Whitney had pissed in. Archer spent five weeks in the hospital; he had aspirated water in his lungs and gotten pneumonia from it. This incident caused him to miss out on varsity lacrosse his freshman year at St. Joshua's Prep.

He spent up to 15 years at boarding school, despite American schooling taking 13 years. His hobby was lacrosse and flashbacks have indicated he had few to no friends. At age 18, he was regarded as the most recruited lacrosse player in America, although an incident with a crazed stalker gut-shooting him cost him both his lacrosse career and a possible scholarship to Johns Hopkins University (although it is implied this would not have happened anyway because of his poor SAT scores). A picture of Archer shows him graduating from Georgetown University, implying he is at least smart enough to receive a bachelor's degree in an unknown major (although according to his mother, he flunked out of college).

As a young adult, Archer idolized Burt Reynolds, often dressing up as him and continually watching his movies.

Upon growing up, Archer attempted to join the army, but failed. Instead, he began work as a spy at his mother's agency, ISIS, quickly climbing the ranks as their top spy thanks to both his genuine skill and his mother's preferential treatment. Archer has the less than masculine code name of "Duchess" (taken from his mother's beloved Afghan hound, though Malory denies this) and had an on-again, off-again relationship with fellow agent Lana Kane for several years, which makes their working environment tenuous and difficult. 

Archer developed a genuine friendship with Lucas Troy (who unknowingly was in love with Archer) but they broke off their friendship when Troy quit to work for ODIN. Troy secretly raped Archer while on a mission to tap a Cuban embassy. This would not come to light until Luke's deathbed confession many years later. It is unknown if the rest of the group, apart from Lana and Cyril as they were present for the confession, is aware of this.

Archer is known for his "Elaborate voicemail hoax" as they often annoy everyone to a point that they stop calling him. His ringtone for everyone except Lana is "mulatto butts" where Lana's is "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins.

When we first see Sterling Archer, he is in the middle of a KGB torture exercise being run by Crenshaw. However, because of Crenshaw's lack of intimidation (and his constant changing of accents), Archer does not take it seriously. Malory angrily ends the exercise. When Crenshaw shocks Sterling's foot with the golf cart battery he is holding, Malory simply smiles.

Archer is extremely narcissistic, insensitive, sex-crazed, and self-absorbed. Also, he is constantly focused on himself and his own needs and desires. He arrogantly believes himself to understand any situation better than his colleagues, stubbornly refuses to admit when he is proven wrong. He will even go to extreme lengths to cover up his mistakes. He can also be very hypocritical. Any actions that will help others are almost constantly for his own benefit, even if puts his allies in danger. He is also sexist, racist, slightly misogynistic, and doesn't give much care for others. He is very superficial and materialistic to the point of amorality, refusing to go with anything less than the finest option available and regularly spends others money for completely unnecessary items. While initially coming off as suave, his true attitude soon shows itself, to which he is most commonly referred as a "gigantic gaping asshole". Sterling has a passion for alcoholic beverages even greater than his mother's, looking for every opportunity available to drink. A lot. He also has an obsession with shouting "phrasing" whenever a statement has any sexual double entandre. Despite his high opinion of himself, it is not without some basis, as he is in many ways an above-average person. He has been called an amazing human being by Lana, which is one of the reasons she chose him as the father of their child. All of which is due to his wide variety of skills.

He is very immature overall, never taking anything seriously until it personally angers him, arrogantly assuming that things will ultimately work his way and deludes himself into thinking he is unkillable. He constantly tries to justify his actions with absurd reasoning. He hates being told what to do, thus is obsessed with being a team-leader of any given group situation (unless the situation proves incriminating), immaturely calling dibs on it and/or of piloting any vehicle. He also has a tendency to piggyback on people's comments, saying "yeah (insert name)". He does insist on compensating anyone from whom he commandeers equipment or goods, although he often puts his own spin on what is an even trade. Despite often being considered foolish and/or and idiot, he is actually rather intelligent when not letting his ego get in the way. He has a vast and diverse knowledge of obscure facts, including at least capable efficiency in over 10 languages. He is also undeniably an intuitively good operative with an extremely high degree of personal bravery, never once having begged for his life or shown fear with a gun to his head. Although, he is not above trying to worm his way out of a no-win situation, even if means sacrificing his allies.

Archer frequently uses a red ping pong paddle during intercourse. His mother used to spank his bare bottom with a similar paddle. Some famous sadists, such as the Marquis de Sade and Aleister Crowley, were also severely beaten on their bare buttocks in their formative years, which some (including themselves) theorized as being influential in their later fetish for this behavior.

Though highly proficient with multiple types of guns, Archer's preferred firearm is the Walther PPK, which he has needlepoint accuracy with. He has an odd habit of carrying it everywhere he goes, even into a bath ("Jeu Monégasque") or a stuck elevator ("Vision Quest").

As of "Sitting", Archer has been shot 34 times, although technically 35 including being shot with a beanbag round.

His ringtone is usually "Mulatto Butts", but in "The Wind Cries Mary" he has personalized calls from Lana Kane to play "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins, a reference to his recurring joke on her that she is in the "Danger Zone" because of her obsession with him, as well as it being one of his favorite songs.

He is abusive to anyone of lower social status or rank than him (such as Woodhouse). This is probably taught by his mother, who is even more derisive than he is toward such people (except to Woodhouse, to whom she does show respect based on their prior history).

He was shown to have spent time in the United States Marine Corps.

He has $480,810 in his ISIS 401(k), though he was unaware of it.

Archer is rarely shown drinking non-alcoholic drinks. He has an incredibly strong tolerance to alcoholic intoxication rivalling that of Pam Poovey, managing to for the most part avoid hangovers altogether. This builds his liver to such a point that some drugs, such as tranquillizers, barely affect him, although not to the extent of his mother's ability. [16] This does not mean he is incapable of intoxication, however, as he has appeared deeply intoxicated and hung over on few occasions.

Archer had breast cancer that is currently in remission ("Stage Two", "Placebo Effect") due to his careless behaviour around radioactivity. He was also told that family history and a history of alcoholism were potential risk factors. Malory had been diagnosed with breast cancer as well (although this was later shown to be a false positive), and both of them show symptoms of alcoholism.

Archer has two tattoos, one on his right shoulder blade reading "Seamus," and one on his left shoulder blade reading "Dicky" which he got in "Stage Two" and have been seen in multiple episodes since.

Archer has developed minor tinnitus due to his fellow agents firing guns near his ears ("Movie Star"). As the show progresses, he continues to have guns fired next to the same ear and is exposed to multiple explosions which cause further damage to his eardrums and worsen his tinnitus ("Stage Two", "White Nights", "Heart of Archness: Part II").

He knows a lot about mixing drinks, and is somewhat of a snob about them, constantly criticizing bartenders. He is pretty good at mixing them himself and improvising drinks in odd situations, although at home he generally has Woodhouse make drinks for him. He usually has bloody marys for breakfast.

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[hondacivictrucknuts]

Why do Republicans hate college?

From the Atlantic: https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2017/07/why-do-republicans-suddenly-hate-colleges-so-much/533130/

The obvious answer is that students go to college and learn to write like this author. His headline hypotheses are social justice (safe spaces, no-platforming conservatives, etc) and Trump ignoring higher ed in the campaign. He doesn’t have much evidence for either of these, but there’s lots of fodder to speculate about.

Then there are issues about costs, which he mentions briefly, and the fact that many lower-income Americans now see college as a risky gamble and these people tended to vote for Trump.

The conclusion is a cobbled together concern troll about how this new anti-college attitude is going to cause fewer people to go to college, and this is going to hurt the economy.

He quotes Bill Buckley about the first 2000 names in the Boston phonebook, but that’s as close as he comes to acknowledging serious criticism of higher education by Republican thinkers.

If the author had ever had a decent teacher, he would have learned not to do this: not to start with a vague idea for an argument and then find some facts that seem to support it. If college were any good, somebody somewhere along the line ought to have taught him how to ask a question, and then attempt to answer it by doing research and writing about it.

There are probably a dozen books and dozens of articles that have come out in the past few years, by Republicans, seriously criticizing the state of higher education in America today. An op-ed in WSJ last week described the popularity of Audrey Lorde in colleges today and the way her work has become a cudgel against reason. Every issue of CRB has at least one article more or less about changes for the worse in higher ed in the past decades. I heard a podcast in the spring where a classically educated political science professor traced the problems to the founding of Johns Hopkins in 1874, the first fully Hegelian university in the United States, with “theory of history” replacing the “common sense” that had prevailed at the time of the nation’s founding. Lots of Republicans who have graduated college and had a good experience there see serious issues with the state of “college” today, and their views are really not hard to find.

There’s also a growing body of research showing that many students don’t learn very much in college. Academically Adrift and the follow up, Adults Adrift, offer provocative data. Common experience confirms this: anyone who enjoys discussing serious things must routinely encounter people with college degrees who seem unfamiliar with basic notions of logic and evidence. I certainly do.

It is also apparent that a significant amount of college is devoted to teaching students to be leftists. When teaching about trade and globalization in Macro Principles recently, a student raised his hand and said, “My Freshman seminar was all about globalization and how it was bad.” This is a good student, a curious mind who seems to want to learn. I said something to the effect that yes, it has had many bad effects, but this is how it was supposed to work. We were learning about comparative advantage, real exchange rates, and possibilities for convergence through trade. I make an effort to be balanced in my treatment of topics like trade, and I like to imagine my students get something out of this. From talking to them though, it is clear that many faculty in other departments see their job as imparting a particular normative worldview to their students. Since this worldview is often heavily Marxist, there is plenty for Republicans to hate!

Then there is the actual value of college for getting a good-paying job. The Atlantic author mentions increasing costs of college and the fact that many Republicans now think it’s a gamble that might not pay off, but amazingly he makes no effort to investigate whether they might be right. To him, the value of college is axiomatic. But to the marginal Republican college student, the value of college depends on the employability of the skills acquired there and the networking and other effects that help college lead to prosperity. There is ample reason for many students to be dubious of this.

This is a surprising omission because in recent years, many of the Left have noticed this too, particularly for poor students and students of color. There was a recent book that followed first-generation students, mostly poor and non-white, at an unnamed prestigious women’s college. As the author described them, many of these students in fact were going to college to learn how to be leftists, but they found that college seemed set up to teach them how to be upper middle class. First generation students make significant sacrifices to attend college, and they tend to be from officially oppressed demographic groups, so when it doesn’t pay off for them some leftist academics take notice.

The really interesting question is, why do Democrats love college so much?

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I have the 1963 Maryville, Hopkins Missouri Phonebook for sale. This is a rare book that is hard to find. Let's face it, 1963 was a half century ago so for a telephone book to still exist in this day and age is pretty rare.  This book contains the names of the people who lived in these towns, their address, and their phone numbers, along with Businesses and a great Yellow pages section for the Nodaway County Missouri area. Awesome phonebook to find your relatives a little closer to modern day. If you would like to buy this book please email me at ancestorexplorer@yahoo.com  Price is $25.00 + shipping

[ancestorexplorer-blog]

I have the 1973 Maryville, Hopkins Missouri Phonebook for sale. This is a rare book that is hard to find. Let's face it, 1973 was a half century ago so for a telephone book to still exist in this day and age is pretty rare.  This book contains the names of the people who lived in these towns, their address, and their phone numbers, along with Businesses and a great Yellow pages section for the Nodaway County Missouri area. Awesome phonebook to find your relatives a little closer to modern day. If you would like to buy this book please email me at ancestorexplorer@yahoo.com  Price is $25.00 + shipping

[ancestorexplorer-blog]

I have the 1972 Maryville, Hopkins Missouri Phonebook for sale. This is a rare book that is hard to find. Let's face it, 1972 was a half century ago so for a telephone book to still exist in this day and age is pretty rare.  This book contains the names of the people who lived in these towns, their address, and their phone numbers, along with Businesses and a great Yellow pages section for the Nodaway County Missouri area. Awesome phonebook to find your relatives a little closer to modern day. If you would like to buy this book please email me at ancestorexplorer@yahoo.com  Price is $25.00 + shipping