#Servitization

[ironclouddefendor]

About Tobii Dynavox

Tobii Dynavox is the market leader in assistive technology for communication. The company provides custom designed communication aids and its corresponding support system enable people with disabilities such as cerebral palsy, ALS, autism, spinal cord injury and aphasia to live their lives to the fullest.

Opportunity

Tobii Dynavox was looking for a way to improve their existing Salesforce solution and business processes including inventory control, visibility, and traceability within North American operations. The company needed a solution to eliminate time-consuming operations to pick, pack, ship, track, inspect and return to inventory assistive devices provided to individuals and health care systems. It also wanted a scalable solution to manage the end-to-end order, schedule and return process of serialized devices, as well as, the capability to support the service of equipment when returned.

Solution

Working with Ascent Certified Implementation partners and collaboratively with Tobii Dynavox leadership and process owners, Ascent was able to deploy an order and inventory management solution on Salesforce that increased the speed, visibility and ease with which the company delivers innovative solutions to customers. Visibility into inventory levels, device availability, device location, device condition, and customer trials status were requirements that have been achieved. Including an integration to upstream sales operations, as well as, downstream shipping and packing systems with label generation for a complete solution.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINTS OF THE DAY (February 17)

The Seven Holy Founders of the Servite Order were seven men from the town of Florence who became bound to each other in a spiritual friendship.

The Seven Holy Founders are Saints Bonfilius, Alexis Falconieri, John Bonagiunta, Benedict dell'Antella, Bartholomew Amidei, Gerard Sostegni, and Ricoverus Uguccione.

They led lives as hermits on Monte Senario. They had a special devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

On Friday, 13 April 1240, the hermits received a vision of Our Lady.

She held in her hand a black habit, and a nearby angel bore a scroll reading "Servants of Mary."

Mary told them:

"You will found a new order, and you will be my witnesses throughout the world. This is your name: Servants of Mary.

This is your rule: that of Saint Augustine.

And here is your distinctive sign: the black scapular, in memory of my sufferings."

They accepted the wisdom of Our Lady, wrote a Rule based on Saint Augustine and the Dominican Constitutions, adopted the black habit of an Augustinian monk, and lived as mendicant friars.

The men founded the Order of Servites, which received the approval of the Holy See in 1304.

Servite, a Roman Catholic order of mendicant friars — religious men who lead a monastic life, including the choral recitation of the liturgical office, but do active work — founded in 1233 by a group of seven cloth merchants of Florence.

They are venerated on February 17 because it is said to be the day on which Saint Alexis Falconieri, one of the seven, died in 1310.

All seven were beatified on 1 December 1717 by Pope Clement XI. They were canonized by Pope Leo XIII on 15 January 1888.

[omarfor-orchestra]

Cristo ho riso così tanto che ho pianto

[mirimiki63]

There Is George Russell🩵🩵

And there... simply Lando Norris 🧡

Norrussell🩵🧡

[soeurdelune]

moi, observant fixement la pire phrase que j'ai écrite de toute ma vie de rpgiste après deux heures à essayer de pondre une réponse potable:

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

WHY ANNIE CONTINUE TO SEE THE THERAPIST???? AND WHY HE IS STILL HERE??????

[cruger2984]

THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SEVEN HOLY FOUNDERS OF THE SERVITE ORDER Feast Day: February 17

The Order of Friar Servants of Mary was founded on Monte Senario by seven holy men from Florence, Italy in 1233.

They were: Bonfilius Monaldi (Buonfiglio dei Monaldi), Alessio Falconieri, Benedict dell'Antella (Benedetto dell' Antella), Bartholomew Amidei (Bartolomeo degli Amidei), Ricovero Uguccioni, Gerardino Sostegni (Gherardino di Sostegno) and Giovanni di Buonagiunta.

Three of them were celibate, two are married, and two are widowers. That prosperous city was then disturbed by political factions and religious relaxation. These seven businessmen, who shared a common love for the Blessed Virgin Mary, decided to reform their society through prayer and good deeds.

On the Feast of the Assumption of Mary - August 15, 1233, they had a vision of the Blessed Virgin Mary who exhorted them to retire in prayer and solitude. At once, they gave their money to the poor, save what was needed for their families, and offered themselves to God. They began a life of incredible austerity on Monte Senario.

In 1240, Bishop Ardingus (Ardingo) visited them and said: 'Your mode of life is too much like that of the wild creatures. Take heed: the enemy of souls often hides himself under the appearance of an angel of light.' They were deeply impressed by the words of their bishop, who invited them to pray for divine inspiration.

Shortly afterwards, they had a second vision of the Blessed Virgin Mary, holding a black habit, while an angel held a scroll inscribed with the title: 'Servants of Mary'. She said that they were chosen to be her servants, to wear the black habit, and to follow the Rule of St. Augustine. On the request of the bishop, six of them were ordained priests, but Alessio, out of humility, begged to be excused. He was the only one still alive when the Order of Friar Servants of Mary was approved by Pope Benedict XI in 1304.

[forward-in-joy]

The Heart of Compassion

Compassionate God,

your generous presence

is always attuned to hurting ones.

Your listening ear is bent

toward the cries of the wounded.

Your heart of love

fills with tears for the suffering.

-- Joyce Rupp

[portraitsofsaints]

Saint Juliana Falconieri

1270-1341

Feast Day: June 19

Patronage: bodily ills, sick people, chronic illness

Saint Juliana Falconieri was born into a noble Florentine family. Her father died when she was young and she was raised by her mother and Uncle Alexis, who was one of the founders of the Servites. At 15, she became a Servite Tertiary, dedicating her life to prayer, penance, and caring for the sick and those in need. Eventually, other women joined her and she founded the Servite Tertiary Sisters. When she was dying, she couldn’t receive the Eucharist in her mouth so the priest laid the host on her breast, and then it disappeared then she died. 

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)

[flipchild]

btw i got the shiny servit

[arreton]

La patente è arrivata in un momento in cui io consideravo morta e sepolta la possibilità di prendere una macchina, di guidare: sebbene avessi sognato più volte di guidare (ovviamente male, perché per me sono sempre esistiti solo freno e acceleratore e nello specifico solo acceleratore e forza frenante del motore, maldetta frizione!) non mi interessava più, anzi mi dicevo che sarebbe stato bello riuscire a spostarsi coi mezzi pubblici, treni autobus, camminare a piedi. Vivevo in un paese campano che rimarrà forse il mio unico rimpianto del sud italia perché era ben strutturato: a piedi raggiungevo e facevo tutto, avevo il centro storico, il centro commerciale, farmacie a volontà, dottoressa vicino casa, un sacco di supermercati, un partito comunista, manifestazioni in piazza: tutto raggiungibile a piedi. Rimpianto perché in quanto sud non puoi campare e la gente è molesta per natura e dunque sono dovuta scappare anche da lì. Della patente, insomma, a me non me ne fregava niente, non ci pensavo affatto. Mentalmente ero ancora abbastanza inguaiata, andava meglio ma non andava bene: ero tesa come una corda di violino, il mio corpo era un fascio di nervi e questo si ripercuoteva sulla guida: l'istruttrice fece una grandissima fatica, sudava appresso a me che ero grondante di sudore terrorizzato. Iniziare a guidare è stato un trauma: ero terrorizzata dal fatto che quell'abitacolo, quell'aggeggio enorme non solo era "comandato" da me, ma mi toglieva letteralmente il terreno sotto i piedi (a questo proposito aggiungo che io ho avuto problemi anche col tapis roulant perché appunto c'era questa passerella che si muoveva in maniera "autonoma" ed io avevo paura di non riuscire a controllarla. Cosa c'entra con la guida di un auto? Beh, è la stessa identica cosa dato che ho paura di perdere il controllo). Poi io ho bisogno di capire quello che sto facendo, devo farmi uno schema in testa, non riesco a buttarmi e capire dopo, io devo sapere prima. Beh, io non riuscivo a capire cosa stavo facendo e dunque non riuscivo a rilassarmi. Comunque, alla fine sono riuscita a prendere questa benedetta patente. L'ho presa per grazia divina perché appunto l'esame fu terribile ed infatti io non ero nemmeno felice di quella patente perché non era "meritata", cioè io non riuscivo ancora a guidare, ero insicurissima ed immaginavo violentemente ancora un incidente ad ogni minimo incrocio (non riuscivo nemmeno a stare dritta nella mia carreggiata). Infatti presa la patente non ho più guidato.

La macchina invece è arrivata in un momento in cui non doveva arrivare e cioè circa un mese fa: senza lavoro, a soldi prestati (come d'altronde anche la patente), lontana da tutti, in un posto che nemmeno conosco perché chi cazzo c'è mai stata in provincia di bergamo. Sapevo che mi sarei dovuta prendere una macchina prima o poi, perché qua è tutto scomodo come in sicilia, ma avevo progettato di acquistarla in un altro momento. Reiniziare a guidare è stato semplice e soprattutto divertente: è cambiata la testa, le medicine sono servite a qualcosa. Ho fatto qualche guida assieme ad una istruttrice della zona e mi sono divertita un sacco, la sua guida è stata preziosa e lei una persona veramente gentile (oltre che strana, come tutte le persone della zona: io a tutta questa educazione non ci sono abituata e soprattutto non sono abituata a chi dice "Un quarto alle 9") ed esaltata, ovviamente pure lei di discendenza siciliana ma ormai lo so che la sicilia me la ritroverò ovunque: d'altronde i pomodori che ho comprato venivano proprio dalla città dove sono nata. Io adesso comunque guido: la macchina mi odia perché la faccio singhiozzare sempre e perché non cambio adeguatamente le marce, per non parlare di tutte le volte che la faccio spegnere o che resto appesa in una salita perché non so bilanciare bene frizione e acceleratore; la frizione mi deride perché sa che ho un odio e una repulsione spontanei nei suoi confronti; la gente quando mi guida dietro si mette a ridere quando proprio non mi bestemmia ma qua nessuno mi ha mai suonato, al massimo mi sorpassano. A volte penso che guidare è una gran bella cosa, che spero di avere i soldi prima o poi per farmi un bel pieno, pagarmi i pedaggi e andare che ne so a milano o robe simili. Penso che dovrei approfittarne del fatto di potermi spostare tranquillamente, per poter andare in posti dove ho sempre voluto andare, mi dico: wow, ma qua ho tutto così vicino! Persino voi tumbleri siete così vicini, se ci penso! A tutta questa libertà di movimento è difficile abituarsi, per una che ha sempre vissuto entro i confini di un'isola e della miseria. Certo, se arrivasse un lavoro sarebbe pure cosa gradita (mi correggo: se arrivasse un'entrata mensile, che poi si debba passare per il lavoro è solo una triste parentesi disumanizzante) ma poi penso che male che vada ho un tetto sotto il quale poter dormire: la mia auto.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINTS OF THE DAY (February 17)

The Seven Holy Founders of the Servite Order are Bonfilius, Alexis, Manettus, Amideus, Hugh, Sostene, and Buonagiunta.

These seven men were born in Florence, Italy. They lived as hermits on Monte Senario. They had a special devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

On Friday, 13 April 1240, the hermits received a vision of Our Lady.

She held in her hand a black habit, and a nearby angel bore a scroll reading "Servants of Mary."

Mary told them:

"You will found a new order, and you will be my witnesses throughout the world. This is your name: Servants of Mary.

This is your rule: that of Saint Augustine. And here is your distinctive sign: the black scapular, in memory of my sufferings."

They accepted the wisdom of Our Lady, wrote a Rule based on Saint Augustine and the Dominican Constitutions, adopted the black habit of an Augustinian monk, and lived as mendicant friars.

The men founded the Order of Servites, which received the approval of the Holy See in 1304.

They are venerated on February 17 because it is said to be the day on which Saint Alexis Falconieri, one of the seven, died in 1310.

All seven were beatified by Pope Clement XI on 1 December 1717 and canonized by Pope Leo XIII on 15 January 1888.

[lionofchaeronea]

Apollo in Love

Ovid, Metamorphoses I.512-524

“But ask after whom it is you please: I am no mountain-dweller, I’m no shepherd; I do not, hairy, keep watch here over herds And flocks. Rash one, you do not know, you do not, Whom you flee, and that is why you flee. The Delphic land obeys me, Claros too, And Tenedos, and the palace of Patara; Jupiter’s my father; through me’s revealed What will be, what has been, and what now is; Through me songs make their harmony with strings. My arrow’s sure, but there’s one arrow surer, Which has made a wound within my empty breast. Medicine’s my discovery, and I’m called Help-Bringer throughout the world – the power of herbs Has been set under me…alas for me, That love cannot be cured by any herbs, Nor are the arts that are a boon to all Any boon to him who is their lord!”

"Cui placeas, inquire tamen. Non incola montis, non ego sum pastor, non hic armenta gregesque horridus observo. Nescis, temeraria, nescis quem fugias, ideoque fugis. Mihi Delphica tellus et Claros et Tenedos Patareaque regia servit, Iuppiter est genitor; per me quod eritque fuitque estque patet; per me concordant carmina nervis. Certa quidem nostra est, nostra tamen una sagitta certior, in vacuo quae vulnera pectore fecit. Inventum medicina meum est, opiferque per orbem dicor, et herbarum subiecta potentia nobis: ei mihi, quod nullis amor est sanabilis herbis nec prosunt domino, quae prosunt omnibus, artes.”

Apollo and Daphne, Piero del Pollaiolo, 1470s

[onestrangechild]

Me again, put some more thought into the Blood Forged chapter and (cuz my brain thinks backwards or something) I came up with a funny little detail.

Their capital ship is actually named Ferrus Tenebrae, and on board is a Servitor the size of an Astartes. A pathetic thing it is, really, pale ghastly skin imprisoned by muted silver that runs all over their frail body. Its lower jaw was removed, replaced with multiple tubes of various width and color, its remaining eye glassy and unfocused, muttering it “Needs to find my armor” or “Needs to be beautiful again” as it shuffles like a lost wounded puppy around the ship. It flinches when a marine gives it an order, and it eyes the various Ad-Mech that walk about with fear and trepidation.

The marines regularly beat the machine when its old, clunky, outdated robotics prevent it from doing strenuous tasks. The Ad-Mech often play with its coding or disassemble it either for practice or just purely out of boredom.

What earned this poor Servitor its fate?

That Servitor was once named Devrim. And Devrim was an Emperor’s Children.

Devrim was with his war band on a planet near the Medusa System. All they wanted was some bolter shells, maybe a few captives. They would Get mostly slaughtered sans a few including Devrim who were dragged on board the various ships in the fleet for questioning. Most were interrogated, then executed, but Devrim was different.

He was annoying, dragging out lines of questions ultimately to answer with absolutely nothing. When Chapter Master Tenkred threatened to turn him into a Servitor, he didn’t listen, thinking wouldn’t be so petty. Tenkred was.

Of course, now far more obedient due to the servitization, Devrim was open to more questioning. Once they got everything they wanted out of him, they had to decide what to do with him. Devrim was a filthy traitorous scum, and having him onboard was an Insult to the name of the Iron Father, he should’ve been put down like a dog.

But… he’s still a Servitor. His obedience reprogramming had wiped out *most* of the ego, but just enough was left so Devrim could understand what he had become. Now of course, having a Servitor just sitting in a corner somewhere begging for death wasn’t useful at all to anyone, so Tenkred made a “deal” with Devrim, telling him if he could find his armor somewhere aboard the Ferrus Tenebrae he could put it on. Devrim was overjoyed, believing the Chapter Master entirely and scouring the ship’s every hiding place, begging marines and skitari alike for any clues to where his armor is

(Plot twist: it was melted down and turned into Bolt Shells to feed War Feeder, Tenkred’s Heavy Bolter)

(Also I’m actually gonna make this organized maybe, giving every one of these posts the Blood Forged Chapter hashtag. That’s what you’re supposed to do right? I’m not well versed in Tumblr x-x)

[traaforismierotismoeironia]

- "Spogliati per me."

- "Ti prego, spegni la luce!"

- "Perche'?"

- "Non voglio che tu mi veda. Il mio corpo è brutto, sono certa che non ti piacerà ciò che vedrai. Ci rimarrai malissimo e io non lo sopporterei. Non sopporterei di leggere la delusione e il disgusto nei tuoi occhi."

- "Chi ti ha detto questa bugia? Per me sei bellissima. Io ti amo per quella che sei, non per quella che sembri."

- "Davvero? Ma non è la mia mente che bacerai, non è il mio cuore che toccherai, non è la mia anima che accarezzerai!”

A quel punto, capì che le parole non sarebbero servite per farle sentire quanto meravigliosa fosse per lui, che quei kg in più, quel ventre e quei fianchi rotondi che lei cercava di nascondere a tutti i costi, erano solo una parte di lei che la rendevano speciale. Che le smagliature sul suo corpo, erano per lui le cicatrici di una guerriera che non si e' mai arresa alla sconfitta .

Le si avvicinò guardandola negli occhi. Lei abbassò lo sguardo, stringendo nei pugni la gonna di quell'abito che era la sua unica difesa.

- "Guardami, ti prego"- le disse - "Sono qui e ci resterò, non andrò da nessuna parte" - le sussurrò asciugando le lacrime che le rigavano il volto - "fidati di me!". Lei si arrese, stanca di combattere.

Lui la prese tra le braccia e ,incatenando il proprio sguardo al suo, iniziò a spogliarla lentamente.

Poi, l'amo con tutta la passione e la tenerezza di cui era capace. Venero' ogni centimetro del suo corpo, pensando che al

mondo non esistesse niente di più bello.

Continuò a stringerla fino a che non la vide cadere serena in un sonno profondo. Non riusciva a smettere di guardarla dormire, sembrava un angelo bellissimo.

Pensando ad alta voce a quanto la amasse

e la desiderasse,disse :

- "sei la perfezione".

Lei non si svegliò, ne era certo. Sentiva il suo respiro profondo e regolare contro il suo petto. Era sicuro che non avesse sentito la sua confessione, eppure, fu certo di averla vista sorridere.

_____________________

Corinna Aghelopulos

[deimos-awaits]

INQUISITORIAL DUTIES

Seraph Seraphsdottior does not only investigate the FDEF

Inquisitor Seraph Seraphsdottior swirled the whiskey in her glass. She sat at a simple wooden table in a plainly furnished room. Some inquisitors use their power, wealth, and connections to sit themselves at the seat of luxury while they dispense the emperor's Justice and mercy. She does not. This is a simple room for meetings with her retinue, anytime it was not in use in such a fashion it frequently also served as the location that she took her meals while aboard her personal ship.

She took a small sip and the burning liquid passed down her throat. She's not alone this night. There is another individual  just sitting across the table from her. They are garbed in the black and red robes of ruined and dead forge world. They have a mixing of augments in disrepair and hastily done repairs. They appear to be as disarmed as they can be. A humble laz pistol sat in front of the inquisitor.

“You were incredibly difficult to track down. Almost impossible, but not quite impossible.”

After what seems like eons of silence the robbed figure is the first to speak. A grating static filled robotic voice barks through. “To what do I own this honor Inquisitor?”

“Fedumamil Ronrok, Reflexive Disciple of the Virtual Cloister of Gryphonne IV, you sit here charged with three counts of technoheresy, six counts of murder, and twenty seven false cases of unlawful servitization.”

The cables on the tech priest seemed to tighten. “I have never once engaged in technoheresy!”

“Do you not deny the other counts?”

“I was an archmagos back on Gryphonne IV. All acts I did there were under the preview of the laws of that forge world and of Mars! You have no authority over me, Inquisitor.”

“There are three main branches of technoheresy.” Seraph picks up the laz pistol and lets her flesh eye drift down so look at it. Her augmented eye does not stray. “You learned them as an adept, what are they?”

The Reflexive Disciple takes a moment. “Innovation, xenos tech, and warpcraft.”

A ghost of the thought of a smile graces Seraph’s lips. “Good. Which is the least dangerous advising to standard doctrine.”

“Innovations. When done within and with human holy technology it might be permissible.”

“The second?”

“Xenos tech. It leads to bewitchment and spiritless machines.”

At the mention of the xenarite creed Seraph pulled out a screwdriver. She put down the laz pistol and put the other hand in her lap. Her hand remained there. “And warpcraft?”

“I do not know Inquisitor, such a thing was always beyond my ken. Damnation and rust was what I was taught.”

Seraph nodded. “Back on Gryphonne IV before the hive fleet emerged, what was your specialty? Your dominion, what did you do?”

“No doubt you already know, Inquisitor.” There was a higher percentage of static in their voice. Disruption and decay of the vocal processors.

“Yes. I do.” Screwdriver in hand she gestured at the pistol. “You were in charge of the creation of these weren't you?”

“The Gryphonne IV Pattern Semiautomatic Laz Pistol, we made it for the Imperial Guard and any planetary defense forces that needed the supply.”

“You were in charge of that factorum,” she already knew the answer but she asked anyway. Seraph never pounced without all of the information she could acquire.“How many planets received the pistols and rifles that you were in charge of producing?”

The techpriest took a moment to answer, as if their cogitators had corroded with the rest of their appearance. “Seventeen Inquisitor, and in case you ask three units of the Astra Militarum.”

Seraph took another sip of her drink, the burning red of her augment shining against her black skin. She did not need the soldier's courage to do her job but it helped her keep from shouting in the furry that so often damned others of her job. “Seventeen planets and three units then that you damned. You never asked what you stood here charged with. I charge you with technoheresy or warpcaft.” 

As she was speaking she had used the flathead screwdriver to pry the laz pistol open. Instead of the usual machinery that would fill the interior of one of the most common weapons of the Imperium, there was puss and low pulsing of fetid fungal flesh fused with metal. 

The priest shot up and lunged at Seraph. It shocked the Inquisitor, she had been right and knew most of what was happening when she had invited the Heretic but followers of the plague father were not that fast. Cornered dogs were often the most dangerous.

It didn't matter.

Seraph was faster and more importantly prepared. Her hand shot up from under the table and as Fedumamil Ronrok tried to approach, a pistol in her own hand flared to life and in a wreath of blue fire engulfed the renegade tech priest and destroyed their head in mere seconds. Volkite was dangerous but useful. Fedumamil Ronrok died on that spot and burned the table they had lunged on. Luckily the laz pistol burst into the volkite flames too. No words of condemnation were needed. They both knew the adept’s crimes.

Seraph just sighed and pressed a button on her belt. “Magos Hierro-17, please come in”

After a few minutes a much cleaner tech priest of the same forgeworld had stepped into the room. “Yes Lady Inquisitor?” this priest had a more nervous disposition and was seemingly covered in purity seals.

“Please request a new table and enact proper disposal procedures. “

“Of course Lady Inquisitor.”

“One more thing.”

“Yes?”

Seraph smiled. “Thank you for informing me of your brother's actions.”