#harmet

[yayaelsa]

Harmet avec un serpent dessus, réalisé sur photoshop :)

[culturedarm]

The Chilean techno prodigy Tomás Urquieta unleashes 32 bullets on his debut for TraTraTrax, Nappy Nina seeks to brighten her mood while reminiscing over complaisant smoke shops and green spaghetti, while as Astroturf Noise the trio of Sana Nagano on violin and effects, Zachary Swanson on upright bass, and Sam Day Harmet on mandolin and electronics share an appetite for deconstruction. Plus Roxane Métayer, Mc Yallah, Bill Orcutt, Avey Tare, and the first original score by Toxe as part of PAN’s Entopia soundtrack series.

https://culturedarm.com/tracks-of-the-week-18-02-23/

[sethshead]

"Take a step into the dreidel den - here's an absolutely joyous, ridiculous music video for Frank London's Klezmer Brass Allstar's raucous hit-to-be 'TOPZ (Sevivon)'.

"We had a blast making this video, and I think you're going to love it as much as we do.

"Starring Frank London Sarah Gordon Michael Winograd Aaron Alexander Sam Day Harmet Celeste Cantor-Stephens Tine Kindermann Ilana Goldin and Me 😅

"From the album Chronika - see comments

"HAPPY CHANUKAH!"

h/t Aaron Bendich

[writer59january13]

Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine

confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny,

and tetchy ugly villain)

scurried into dark recesses of hermitage

averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself into the duplicitous schemes

capitalized, glorified, popularized

courtesy vanity of Homo sapiens

lest imp of the pervert

already sacrificed as renegade

hashtagged heretic condemned without merciful intervention

after being duped into capture subsequently broadcast viz TikTok,

when turncoat quasi nincompoop

kook Harmet Harms

kickstarted, ejaculated, and blurted out hideaway of sought after perpetrator

to burn (no small potatoes –

holy smokes tuberculosis) at stake,

but fortunately falsely accused

unbound against immolation and reprieve jumpstarted, issued, and hissed

eleventh hour granted clemency

commuted death penalty

criminal sentenced solitary isolation

rat infested dungeon

housing convicted prisoner

ultimate crime and punishment (decreed as non establishmentarian)

doled out after protracted proceedings

courtesy amazing graceful

puffed magic dragon

unwittingly delivered merciful respite.

After being shackled hand and foot

then dragged into vermin infested cell cowled ascetic (an exceptional escape artist)

busied himself disentangling restraints

and suppressed giddiness

when successfully free.

Off behind fake facade walled in imponderable bedrock

dark passageways tunneled off

into unsuspecting chamber of secrets, housing the Sorcerer's stone

whereby amateur (he) brewed exotic gaseous/ liquified potions tumbled, gurgled, bubbled...

lethal skull and crossbones labeled mixtures especially intriguing

adept alchemist expert

possessed sixth sense intuitively discerning deadly scorpion stinging poisons

abracadabra wizardry

magic spell cast

rendered, kindled, eased tormentors severity relaxed

spellbound granted salvation regarding Sinners in the Hands

of an Angry God.

Hence busily engrossed at makeshift laboratory, our mutual (of Omaha) friend

did potschke with vials; every now and again

referencing ancient looking tome

vaporous emissions served as smoke screen.

Hands of father time painstakingly elapsed amidst

flickr ring shutter flying torchlight

grotesquely accentuating exaggerating ferociously pantomiming silhouettes courtesy hungry skittering varmints

hurriedly scurrying to and fro.

Artfully dodging explosive solutions

pretending shackles restrained prisoner lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails

kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin

liberal short (make believe) chain leashed faux abysmal isolated confinement former courtly poet,

who consumed prison fare

equalling bread and thin gruel

poetical, quizzical, and rational thinking wrought eventual gladness!

Meanwhile elsewhere within another complex edifice trumpeting self anointed king donning egocentric façade

dolled guise heralded

Stormy (Daniels) reign came and went accompanying barren cruel don, trumpeting

issuing expansion fiat

wielding, gesticulating, brandishing...

ironclad golf club spouting art of the deal,

whereby might versus right

simultaneously Putin on the ritz

song and dance routine crooning Ivana mock up Earth,

especially figuratively jump/kickstarting

roasting statesman christened Elijah Cummings, an American politician

and civil rights advocate who served

in United States House of Representatives

for Maryland's 7th congressional district

from 1996 until his death in 2019. That oversized ego freezer

with trademark windblown pouffed hair, and orange tinted skin punctuated courtesy countenanced ear to ear grin,

who (though fair game to caricature)

shall not be named

made abominable destiny manifest

regarding eminent domain

dominion, he forcibly

relocated natives to Cajun shelters

charging them admission fees

manumission granted serving

white supremacist conveniently optioning

kids as scapegoats re: Deferred Action for

Childhood Arrivals (DACA)

labor away migrants

grunts passive pluperfect targets

no matter forbears indigenous

to America unfortunately been mandate to bite bullet

within badlands of El Paso

meanwhile oblivious hermit aging

barnacle encrusted manacles absorbing cumulative dampness no longer granting resistance to life nor limb timely manumission lovely bones restored

swallowed potion frothing colorful brew

contrived exquisite firearms.

Ah redeemed character

(any resemblance between

initially mentioned unfortunate soul

and living persons purely coincidental)

mentioned at outset of poem

broached out Alcatraz replica free and clear fresh air revived fifty shades of gray

immediately sieged moment weakly hollered carpe diem

elixir imbued immunity against taken hostage at gunpoint

freedmen impressed into service

while waved magic wand

whereby enslaved women

retaliated hashtagged misogynistic

took appropriate revenge as apprenticed warrioresses!

[kinnisvarakool]

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By popular demand, all t-shirts, sweaters and hoodies now have chest measurements for each size included on their item descriptions at www.alfamarama.com. (link in Bio) This should make choosing the right size a lot easier as you can compare these chest measurements to those of similar garmets you already have. Soon also on Esty! Sorry just so much to do right now, we'll get there soon too! #chestmeasurement #chest #tshirt #sweater #hoodie #harmet #aparel #lisbon #lisboa #alfanarama #lisbonisalwaysagoodidea #lxfactory #corredorlxfactory (em LXFactory) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHJOEjDsLkY/?igshid=1kivqgwp78gdy

[roses-field]

For the writing thing "Is it working?" For uhhh perhaps,,, Chelley? 👁👁

here ya go!! sorry it took so long aa

"Is it working?" : Chelley oneshot

( Core!Wheatley x Chell short fluff)

I haven't really wrote any actual portal fanfics so forgive me if it's bad and too short

()~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~()

Escaping, that's what the two were doing, escaping the hell-like place that they were trapped deep within.

The sudden change of pace was startling enough despite Chell ran many times during the awaking of Her and the endless test chambers of puzzles, each one harder then the previous. She was prepared for almost anything by now, almost.

Or that's what they thought

She survied the few turrets that She placed onto the thousand year old metal surface, at first not knowing if the crimson red one-optic machined taken their chance of shooting those bullets into her rough skin, blood covering the floor.

Now guided by Wheatley, both of them have disabled the turret production lines and are onto the neurotoxin, yet he began to notice something. How Chell's fast sudden movements slowered, of course she was still moving and had her reflexes of when she could feel danger but he was sure that humans weren't meant to have some kind of grey around the eyes, while all of GLADOS' test subjects had that and sickly pale skin, the tired apperence of the jumpsuited woman increased with the grey.

"Hey.. are you- doing alright? Can't talk right.. just shake your head or nod! Perfered it if you did nod, since it would be pretty bad if you weren't okay-" It was easy to tell the sphere robot was nervous by the sound of his tone and his optic, she nodded while failing to hide a quiet yawn, the only sound she was willing to make were those yawns and chuckles, alongsides with coughs.

Walking on the catwalks, her boots making a cling noise each time they touched the harmetal surface as they were getting further into their dangerous plan, focused on her own thoughts untill she heard Wheatley's voice again "Okay I'm not gonna lie here, you look bloody tired so I think we should find somewhere to rest, yknow? Of course- if we do find somewhere, couldn't sleep on this walkway could you now? Well you probably could but that wouldn't be that comfortable, not like there is anywhere that is comfortable though"

But she knew that maybe there was a chance of finding one of those abandoned hideout dens, as if someone once lived in them, as he kept talking Chell looked around for any areas that were secretive enough, safely hidden from Her as much as possible.

Crash. Cling.

A celiling panel dropped to the endless void that was overtooken with shadow, revealed a pitch black room that was impossible to see in, yet Chell shot the orange glowing portal at the walls that supported the catwalk and the neon blue into the dark room, untill the orange portal opened.

"Oh that's clever! Now I was gonna suggest to try to place that portal there but it seems you already knew that, hold on, dark there innit?" She nodded as Wheatley turned on his flashlight, then realising something again "A thing I just noticed right now is that there's no managetnent rail in there, so could you yknow, catch me this time? Won't do a countdown, just gonma pop off this thing"

Chell attempted to catch him before, the first time he told her to catch him didn't go so well but this time, this time she bloody did it, she managed to caught him.

As she held the metal sphere with the portal gun, Chell walked into the small room somewhat lit up by his flashlight, the place must of been old as the walls were dusty, a slight muddy yellow tint on where the walls aligned, for once they weren't panels despite being metal, down in Aperture anything that was made of that matieral felt as if it was controlled by Her, apart from Wheatley.

It must of been one of those dens as there were those markings on the walls, like drawings or writing but it was unable to read what any of the scribbling meant, how a man got up here is mystery in itself, yet alone how it would be possible to survive Her.

Chell wondered around the small room, finding old fallen plates that were detached from what could be other chambers and placed them to cover up the hole that was in the floor, making it safe for her and Wheatley.

"Oh that was brilliant! Alright well enough for today, you gotta recharg- rest and tommorrow I'll figure out what to do with the neurotoxin" the gently-placed-on-the-floor robot dimmed the flashlight as the ponytailed brunette layed near the wall, Wheatley rolling near her, like a nightlight as his optic was being a slight light source, turning off the flashlight.

Chell closed her tired icy gray eyes, how long had she been here? Was it days solving the test chambers? Despite she was under suspension for what could of been thousands of years she still felt tired, exhuested from everything. And now finally asleep.. right?

()~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-()

.

Cling

..

Brrrv

...

Clang

.....

Dark, only darkness and a red optic.

.....

It was getting closer.

......

A laser coming from it.

.......

It was pointing at-

()~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-()

She was back in the shadowy room, despite having good night vision the room was almost pitch dark apart from the gentle blue glow of Wheatley's optic that was looking at her.

"Luv? Are- you okay? Panicked breating and suddenly slamming the wall with your foot isn't normal is it?" It was about two hours after Chell went to sleep, he had been out of his sleep mode a while ago, being bored of it.

The brunette turned her head and looked towards him quickly, nodding her head, breathing wasn't that fast anymore but still somewhat filled with panic, a thing Wheatley realised before her was that she was leeking, not a lot but there was leekage in her eyes, he knew that humans arn't suppose to leak and they needed some sort of red fluids but not sure about the clear ones that come out of their eyes.

"You're leeking- that's not suppose to happen right?" She never cried, not that she remebered before if she ever did, she was suppose to be brave and strong, and she is. So many horrible things happened yet she cried over a stupid nightmare, obviously angry at herself deep down but Chell was too tired to carry on the anger, she was stressed and frightend.

Finally a idea of what it could of been ticked into his brain, he heard that humans needed comfort, whatever that was.

"Was it a nightmare luv? That's what it's called right- when you have a scary image while having your eyes closed?" Another nod yet this one was short, sighing right after, It seemed that was also another sound she was willing to make, he wondered if she would talk one day.

Chell shivered slightly, she was used to Aperture's low temperture in the chambers, her jumpsuit being one of the things that slightly kept her warm but on here it was pretty cold, it gets colder at night right? So maybe it is night for once, unable to tell through the simulation of daylight.

"Hey?" I heard this human concept of 'hugging' when someone puts their arms around the other person, could help! I don't have arms but- maybe hugging me could help?" Grabbing the sphere by the handles with her hands, she had put away the portal gun near her before the first attempt of sleep just incase, yet it felt more comforting to just use her arms.

Chell was now hugging him, it felt comforting like he suggested, he couldn't hug her back of course but it was still nice, and another thing, he was pretty warm, a gentle warmth that helped ignore the shivering.

Wheatley's running circuits were oddly relaxing to hear, her panicked heartbeat going back to normal was relaxing for him too as he listened to it throughout the silence, helping her calm down was surprisingly a easy task, they stayed hugging for a while but long time untill her arms got tired and placed the robot right besides her, letting out a tired yawn again.

Changing her position from sitting to laying on her side, facing Wheatley as her eyes felt slightly heavy as he spoke again "I got another brilliant idea! Full of then actually, well this one might not work but.. I heared humans sing sometines, now I never ever done that singing thing but I could give it a go..?"

Chell nodded again as then she grabbed the top handle and moved him, now hugging again, or more like a cuddle.

"I heard it a while back, somewhere storaged up in my system actually, had no clue why it was even in there."

And then he began to sing, Chell closing her eyes. It wasn't the best but it was still calming and nice, a simple melody.

"When the light is running low..

And the shadows start to grow....

And the places that you know..

Seem like fantasy..

There's a light inside your soul...

That’s still shining in the cold..

With the truth....

The promise in our hearts

Don't forget

I'm with you in the dark..."

It was a song this blonde haired human had, for who knows why he remembered this human, he so apparently had someone sing it to him in one of the stressful days, yet it was a shame that he couldn't remember who or what the person that sung to him looked like. A small fragment thought it might of been someone that had dark brown hair in a ponytail.

"Is... Is it working?" His tone was gentle, not to accidently wake her up by chance if she was sleeping, yet it must of been hard to fall asleep when there was a glowy light, but it was farely gentle.

What Wheatley didn't expect was a response, her tired gentle voice sounded beautiful "Thank you.." was what she murmured before placing a soft kiss on his outer shell before going to sleep, she had a good feeling that this time her attempt would be successful.

His circuits quickly working as if he had a fan-cooling system, the warmth increasing but not insanely, whatever that action was, it felt nice, really nice,

two surprises in one day.

Maybe she would give him another one after they finally escaped to the surface

[mysticnoodleskullkata]

In the area of love and relationships, I have a question..

I've heard of people talking about "falling in love at the first sight". I'm curious, as to what happens really! Is it really love? For I hardly ever experienced that in 50 years. The few moments I thought in my then young inexperienced mind that I'm totally immersed in the "quality love" and having a "this is it" moment, it turns out that the rosy glasses covered a really gory picture of the minds I thought were as great as the skin!!

I read about the"hit" in the first sight is the sexual energy in the wave of transmission. Well...psychologists will interpret that as a sexual energy. But the same hits when you meet someone unknown from your genetic pool. Hence the incest, when being unaware of the true background or identity of a person, and being drawn by preference. Now, there comes a question. Why do we prefer one person more? Is it because of similarity, an affinity of same mood or because they are totally opposite of our composition? I have tried to disse t this point. Both happens, as to my experiences! In case of affinity, it's usually similar culture or morals and looks; like "birds of same feather flock together" kind of state, and this happens at the younger age with inexperienced mind where it feels safe to indulge in known areas of interests. The more one explores with awe to gulp in a new world opened inside the psyche, quite opposite, the mind dosent want to explore beyond the surface on the outside. Its like one of those undercurrent turmoil in the moving water, where there's so much going on under the surface yet on the outside it's just a gentle ripple. The focus, I think, is the dedication of visions deep inside, strong enough to engage the curious outside layer with something tangible to play with and be satisfied being engaged. While on the other hand, opposites qualities pull each other as if by the harmetic law of polarity, where both ends oscilate towards each other till they reach the middle ground of common destination. This happens with matured mind, in most cases. A matured mind has already worked somewhat at the depths of its own and come to certain conclusions about the personal chemistry and physical laws that applies particularly to it, and since the exploration of deep inside has produced new and often disturbing insights, now it's seems safe to experiment on the outside too. That's a whole new revelation on the philosophy of attraction, that only one has explored the mind to a great extend, is he/she ready and equipped to explore the outside world in terms of relationships.

I'm focussing on romantic relationships, as that is the only intimate one, where a person can share the ultimate which is the totality of Self.

Then again, which preference is justified? I keep asking myself, "Would I want to be the first one or the last one?" Given my age and maturity, I would definitely go for the lasting one, which means I would want to be the last one, keeping in mind that at younger days, I have wanted to be the first and open to experiments of "trial and error" by selecting affinity- oriented choices and moving on to the next availability in great grief, or sometimes totally staying out of circulation for a very long time. These variety of experiences became my teacher too, helping me learn the science of selection. Natural selection, dosent stay at the same point, and with one's own evolution, the preference evolves too! The basic nature of "selection" calls for a scope for learning, exploration, evolution and growth and very importantly, "change". The more mature a mind becomes, the more avenues open up in a spiral way for exploring and learning newer situations, hence it becomes a habit to visit and revisit the same, not for the attraction that was experienced before but for the possible attractions that can be experienced afterwards. It works in layers, and that's how evolution takes place. That's what is called "magik" in a relationship. Now, that involves "change" that I would vouch for that, because"change" is the most erotic aspect in love, if one can consistently embrace that. This very quality is a break-up point of "love at first sight" kind of love and matured love of being the last one. Being monotonous and boring is one of the break-up demon of any relationship, where people will start hating each other if there's no movement inspired. I can site the example of stale, still water, the breeding ground of harmful bacteria. Thus there should be constant movement to keep the mind engaged, depending on its capacity to harness the dynamic nature of course. As movement happens, energy builds up, as energy builds up, there is a story that is non linear. The dimensional upgrade keeps the "last one", the "lust one", "lust" being the hunger for life force and creation.

As I already given the dissection of the "science of attraction" somewhat in a layman's way, can I draw a parallel to the preference in spirituality and relegion. Since that is also love and relationship, but on a much higher plane, it becomes obvious to apply the same interpretation in spiritual life as well. Why people choose one over another, why people move on to the next possibility, why the preference of the "last one" becomes the defination of life itself, all these can be evaluated by the principles I shared above.

I have had a wide experience in spirituality and relationships, far more than other people in general, and being a psychiatric counsellor for few years and working with "out of the box" methods, have given me the opportunity to explore and learn from the many lives I touched and helped and healed. In many mental assylums, mentally challenged people are called "maladjusted" technically, and that's the whole point. Its all about adjustments to link the affinity factor with the "awe" factor. Deeper inside the subconscious there's always a war to build this bridge between the thirst for a magically dynamic love-life and natural affinity for comfortably safe love-life, and this war is the adjustments I can also call it "evolutionary shifts".

In my experience, I have come to believe that there are no crazy people, but there are contexually maladjusted minds that needs working on. A spiritual path is never a comfortable path, and every madness of mind is a kind of movement to keep walking on experiences that builds individual paths and repeatation creates pattern. When I met my husband, it was an evolutionary shockwave to the psyche because of what it promised to me, as an energetic messege triggered at me via the ether. The excitement of movements carried magical moments of exploration. I'm happy to be someone's "last one", "Lust" being the operative word.

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Harmet manufactures the prefabricated modules, which come complete with doors and windows, power and water systems, ready-fitted bathrooms and kitchens.

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[writer59january13]

Recluse by dint of circumstance

He/him (ratty, scrawny,

and tetchy ugly villain)

scurried into dark recesses of hermitage

averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself into the duplicitous schemes

capitalized, glorified, popularized

courtesy vanity of Homo sapiens

lest imp of the pervert

already sacrificed as renegade

hashtagged heretic condemned without merciful intervention

after being duped into capture subsequently broadcast viz TikTok,

when turncoat quasi nincompoop

kook Harmet Harms

kickstarted, ejaculated, and blurted out hideaway of sought after perpetrator

to burn (no small potatoes) at stake,

but fortunately falsely accused

unbound against immolation and reprieve jumpstarted, issued, and hissed

eleventh hour granted clemency

commuted death penalty

criminal sentenced solitary isolation

rat infested dungeon

housing convicted prisoner

ultimate crime and punishment (decreed as non establishmentarian)

doled out after protracted proceedings

courtesy amazing graceful puffed dragon

unwittingly delivered merciful respite.

After being shackled hand and foot

then dragged into vermin infested cell cowled ascetic (an exceptional escape artist)

busied himself disentangling restraints

and suppressed giddiness

when successfully free.

Off behind fake facade walled in imponderable bedrock

dark passageways tunneled off

into unsuspecting chamber of secrets,

whereby amateur (he) brewed exotic gaseous/ liquified potions tumbled, gurgled, bubbled...

lethal skull and crossbones labeled mixtures especially intriguing

adept alchemist expert

possessed sixth sense

intuitively discerning deadly scorpion stinging poisons

abracadabra wizardry

magic spell cast

rendered, kindled, eased tormentors severity relaxed

spellbound granted salvation.

Hence busily engrossed at makeshift laboratory, our mutual (of Omaha) friend

did potchke with vials; every now and again

referencing ancient looking tome

vaporous emissions served as smoke screen.

Hands of father time painstakingly elapsed amidst

flickr ring torchlight

grotesquely accentuating exaggerating ferociously pantomiming silhouettes courtesy hungry skittering varmints

hurriedly scurrying to and fro.

Artfully dodging explosive solutions

pretending shackles restrained prisoner lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails

kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin

liberal short (make believe) chain leashed faux abysmal isolated confinement former courtly poet,

who consumed prison fare

equalling bread and thin gruel

poetical, quizzical, and rational thinking wrought eventual gladness!

Meanwhile elsewhere within another complex edifice

Stormy (Daniels) reign came and went accompanying barren cruel don, trumpeting

issuing expansion fiat

wielding, gesticulating, brandishing... ironclad golf club spouting art of the deal,

whereby might versus right

simultaneously Putin on the ritz

song and dance routine crooning Ivana mock up Earth,

especially figurative roasting statesman christened Elijah Cummings, an American politician

and civil rights advocate who served

in United States House of Representatives

for Maryland's 7th congressional district

from 1996 until his death in 2019. That oversized ego freezer

with pouffed hair,

who shall not be named

made abominable destiny manifest

regarding eminent domain

dominion, he forcibly relocated natives to Cajun shelters

charging them admission fees

manumission granted serving

white supremacist conveniently optioning

kids as scapegoats re: Deferred Action for

Childhood Arrivals (DACA)

labor away migrants

grunts passive pluperfect targets

no matter forbears indigenous

to America unfortunately

been man-date to bite bullet

within badlands of El Paso

meanwhile oblivious hermit aging

barnacle encrusted manacles absorbing cumulative dampness no longer granting resistance to life nor limb timely manumission lovely bones restored

swallowed potion frothing colorful brew

contrived exquisite firearms.

Ah redeemed character

(any resemblance between

initially mentioned unfortunate soul

and living persons purely coincidental)

mentioned at outset of poem

broached out Alcatraz replica free and clear fresh air revived fifty shades of gray

immediately sieged moment weakly hollered carpe diem

elixir imbued immunity against taken hostage at gunpoint

freedmen impressed into service

while waved magic wand

whereby enslaved women

retaliated hashtagged misogynistic

took appropriate revenge as apprenticed warrioresses!

[kinnisvarakool]

Eestlased said hübriidehitiste disainimise võistlusel neljanda koha Soome metsanduskontsern Metsä Wood kuulutas kevadel välja võistluse Hübriidlinn (Hybrid City), et leida uuenduslikke viise, mille abil muuta ehitamist jätkusuutlikumaks, samal ajal tegemata järeleandmisi efektiivsuses ja tänaseid ehitamise meetodeid hülgamata.

[pemeluksepi]

"Ada saat di mana aku ingin kau pergi, namun ada juga waktu di mana aku tidak ingin kau pergi. Jadi, sebelum hatiku ingin kau pergi, kita berdua bersama sampai tua sepertinya tidak buruk." - Princess Hours (at Harmet Festival)

[media-zoon]

Mediazoon: “CHINA'S INFLUENCE IN GLOBAL AND REGIONAL AFFAIRS IS STRONG”.

Mediazoon: “CHINA’S INFLUENCE IN GLOBAL AND REGIONAL AFFAIRS IS STRONG”.

Mediazoon: Former Deputy US Secretary of State Robert Harmets has said that China’s influence in global and regional affairs is going strong.

The United States and China should discuss more solid issues such as dealing with terror and other issues including employment impact on the new information economy.

According to China Radio International, the former Deputy Foreign Minister of the United…