#i just keep searching for ways to be 100% present in spite of myself

[lilacerull0]

what's wrong with d.d. lewisssss

[chronicbatfictioner]

Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 20

The dinner was just as Jason expected, bland, dull, a lot of formalities in which Bane was visibly struggling with and did not even bother to pretend to know the difference between steak or salad forks. Jason, Dick, and Tim managed to keep the conversation alive and light, somehow without offending the formality of the dinner. Good thing, Jason thought, that The League had taught him of formal dinner etiquette and whatnot, otherwise he would have been slurping the baiwang with the soup spoon instead of the Chinese soup spoon provided by Alfred - like Bane.

Dick, for all of his lack of etiquette education, won in the manners division - regardless of the fact that Tim was helping him by pointing out which cutlery should be used for what. At the very least, he was not beneath asking what he wasn't sure of. 

The day after was a little duller. Alfred merely informed them that the police were there along with the District Attorney, Harvey Dent, to arrest Bane on several counts of murder. Bane was arrested nearly without a fight - he had been purged of his venom strength and knew that he had no chance against some of the cops who were ready to taser him.

Jason was... frankly, a little disappointed.

"Would've been nice if there was a brawl or something," Dick voiced Jason's thought out loud just as he walked outside.

"Oh, goodness, I'm just glad this is over," Bruce commented, glaring apprehensively at Dick's back as the latter walked away with Damian. There was a good long silence before he added, "I presume now that Bane is out of this house, Damian will no longer need you two? I mean, he has me now - and his grandparents." he pointed out.

"I have vowed to guard Damian until he is an adult," Jason replied simply. Ignoring Bruce's sudden change of expression. "it is my order."

"Well, Talia... no offense. But Talia won't-- is no longer around to hold you accountable." Bruce argued.

"No, she's not. But Damian is." Jason looked at the child, sitting under one of the Manor's massive trees with a thick sketchbook before him. Dick, Jason knew, was on the tree. Even with Bane arrested, Oracle had warned that as long as he's not fully incarcerated in a maximum-security facility, he could still either get out and hurt the Waynes - including Damian. Therefore Jason asked Dick to remain with them for a little while longer. Thankfully, Dick didn't mind.

"He's a child. Children adapt well with changes of environments," Bruce said. "and if you're afraid that Bane would come back, I can hire some bodyguards for him."

Jason managed to hold back his smirk. People always thought that he was there to protect Damian; not realizing that he was protecting others from Damian's temper. Instead, he smarted, "like you protected your parents by sending them overseas."

"Oh, now, that's not fair." Bruce protested. "It was... we all thought that... at least mother and I..." he didn't finish his sentence as he exhaled exasperatedly. "His DNA check is back," he continued after a few moments of silence.

"Obviously, he hasn't a drop of Wayne blood in him," Jason suggested, a little dryly. "Something anyone with knowledge of the molecular structure of DNA would have known right away. You accepted Damian right away because you saw he has your mother's ears, in spite of his green eyes. Yet you doubted your father's denial in spite of the fact that there is nothing on Bane that resembled any of you - including about all of the portraits of your ancestors.

"And then there's something else I realized. Bane came with nothing; whereas Damian came with the Al Ghul wealth. You were more accepting because Damian would not equal splitting the Wayne wealth..."

"That is not true!" Bruce growled. "I would not have turned Damian away even if he was not Talia's child. He is my child, and I know that he is!"

"Then we're back to my initial point: You were unable to defend your parents because you did not have 100% faith in their virtues. The Al Ghuls are known leaders of the League of Assassins, to which the leadership shall now be Damian's. What will be your argument, when he decides to take over the League fully? 'Oh, I can't be associated with criminals, even if said crimes were just allegation and not a video recording of someone snapping off another person's neck'?" Jason sneered. "Now, Mister Wayne. I also would like to remind you, that I have Damian's legal custody. If you insist I should leave, I shall bring him along."

"You can't do that," Bruce scowled. "He's my biological child..."

"You have studied your country's laws, Mister Wayne. But you forgot the one crucial thing: Damian is not your country's boy by any means other than your claim." Jason mentally realized that he has placed one of his ace cards onto the table. But he honestly prefers this kind of conversation not to be had when Damian is present. And from the looks of it, he has packed his sketching materials and was making his way back indoors. "Do not try to deny Damian's access to me, or the League, Mr Wayne. He is not yours to manipulate," he added softly while Damian was still out of range.

"Hey guys, Damian and I are hungry," Dick announced as they went past the door. "Think Alfred would let us have cookies?"

"He's the one who is hungry, Todd," Damian told Jason. "I shall wait until tea time for the cookies. It is only a mere hour away."

"Why don't you scrub up a little? Tea should be ready by the time you're done." Bruce suggested.

Damian's scowl could have killed a cobra. "While I am planning on refreshing myself, father, it would be kind of you to cease directing me as if I am an imbecile," he stated, and for the second time in less than 10 minutes, Jason bit the inside of his cheek to stop a snicker.

Bruce, however, was not amused at Damian. "Well! That is not what a child should say to his father!" he admonished.

"Todd," Damian glared at Jason. "Did you not inform Mr Wayne here that I merely referred to him as 'father' due to common societal practices?" he asked with air quotes around the word 'father'.

"I have informed him that, Damian," Jason assured him.

"Do remind him on a daily basis that I am not obliged to remain here beyond what is demanded by his country's societal norms." Damian continued.

"I shall, Damian," Jason replied.

"Very well, I shall be in my quarters until tea time. You might consider feeding Grayson here, Todd," Damian said dismissively.

"I actually have some matters to discuss with you, Damian, if you don't mind. I think Grayson can fend for himself just fine," Jason told him.

"I don't mind. Let us, then." Damian said, leading the way back to his room.

Jason nodded politely to Bruce and motioned Dick to join him. "Mr Wayne, Grayson."

As they left Bruce, still standing in confusion - probably - Dick remarked, "ouch," softly.

"Go on and get your own cookies, Grayson," Jason remarked.

"I need to discuss something with you, too. You two, actually, somewhere safe." Dick said. Both Jason and Damian paused their steps. "Yeah, and we might need to call upon a certain bird for backup," Dick added, almost nonchalantly. It was not until then that Jason noticed the tenseness on his shoulders. He remembered that Dick, too, was trained to keep an eye out for danger.

"You go on ahead with Damian, I'll ask Alfred if he may have tea in his quarters." Jason decided. Damian nodded, realizing the urgency in Dick's posture, and stepped a little closer to Dick as Jason turned the other way.

Whatever it is Dick has to say, Jason could be certain now that besides himself, Dick would protect Damian fiercely. And/or protect other, possibly innocent people, from Damian's tempers.

He was just wondering why did it seem that Bruce Wayne was so intent on removing him.

And why Dr and Mrs Wayne would suddenly take a trip to Europe right after they were proverbially and literally freed from Bane.

Alfred, as usual, was in the kitchen preparing for tea time. In spite of being Americans, the Waynes seemed to like the habit of afternoon tea time.

Jason told Alfred of Damian's request, and Alfred nodded slowly. "Is Master Bruce still in the sun-room, then?" he asked.

"Last time I saw him, yeah."

"Ah, then... young Jason, may an old man request something from you and your vast knowledge of herbs?" Alfred's face was as impassive as ever when he said that, just a shade before he returned to his task of preparing some small sandwiches. But Jason was a little confused. Why would Alfred ask him for herbs? As far as Jason could tell, he was as healthy as... well, someone Jason's age, which has got to be at least a third of Alfred's; half at most. Jason didn't think that Alfred was any older than mid- to late-40s.

"Sure, how can I help?" he answered, anyway.

"Oh, I was wondering if there is any method you may suggest to... how do I put it... Chafe off surgical remains within oneself? I have had work done for my nose, you see, on a whim as a young lad; and I do not believe it looks becoming on me as I age. I feel as if it makes me look like another person is inhabiting my body, as Master Bruce was wont to say."

Jason blinked, and partially wished Dick was there to confirm his thoughts. In spite of being the exact same height as Jason, Alfred was bowing his head a little as he spoke; and Jason knew that there was a surveillance camera that would be able to record their conversation in the kitchen. His shoulders were tenser than the task of cutting bread would have required.

"Well, wow... okay. I'll need to actually search my books. You know some of the ladies back then would apply something to their skin for scars or bruises. But I'm not sure if it'll work on surgical stuff. I'll let you know?" Jason replied carefully.

"Thank you, Jason, for considering. While it shames me for being vain, it is... rather crucial." Alfred smiled at him.

"No problem, Alf," Jason patted him on the shoulder and made his way back to Damian's room - where each and every surveillance device has been disabled and/or misdirected by the combination of Tim, Barbara, and Damian's own skills.

Once Jason walked in and closed the doors of Damian's room behind him, he was greeted by both Damian and Dick's voices.

"That man is not my father, Todd! I believe my grandparents may still be in danger!" Damian exclaimed as Dick stormed over and announced 'There was an increase of drone activities outside, that's why I brought Damian in!' - followed by Damian and Dick glaring at each other, and Damian said, "Todd, we might need to acquire some new exit strategy!" at the same time as Dick saying, 'I've sent a text to Tim, but he hasn't answered. I've texted Babs, though!'

Jason cringed at them. "Whoa! Hold up! If this is how you two kids report, nobody would need surveillance equipment to hear you from Gotham Harbor!" he snarled. The two promptly stopped and glared at each other again, as if they both were hoping to have Superman's laser vision or something. "Okay, I've heard you both, and I'm upping the ante. Alfred just asked me practically for a method to dissolve foreign objects inside someone's body and allude that someone in the house is not who they seemed. And said someone might be Bruce."

Damian threw his fist to the air, stating, "I knew it!"

Dick's eyes were wide as saucers. "Okay... I would... I've wanted to say the same thing since we got in. But I was kinda scared I might be wrong. What makes you sure?"

"Alfred referred to Bruce in the past tense when talking to me," Jason said. "You? --wait, no, Damian first."

"He looked and behaved differently than the videos mother had shown me," Damian replied.

"I second Damian on this. Well, dude... we need to communicate better, don't we?" Dick said, telling the last bit toward Damian. "I've only met him once, way back when-- when my parents were... you know. But like I've told you, I remember everything from that day as if it has just happened. I remember Bruce Wayne was there with a blonde girl wearing chinchilla fur, a 50s hairdo, and an actual pearl pin. But when my parents... right after, I saw him directing traffic of people out of the tent calmly. His presence then was literally calming, like, everyone was looking at him for direction. This Bruce... generally, looked too nervous on everything; if that makes sense."

Jason thought a moment. Dick was really good at reading people's body language - even the most stoic Alfred. Before Bane was removed, Dick's assessment of Alfred was that he was uncomfortable with Bane, yet very welcoming of Damian. Thus his immediate trust in Alfred. However, since Bane was arrested and proven to not have been a Wayne; Jason hasn't got the chance to ask Dick to re-assess Alfred.

"Okay, I'll retrieve the video footage of your dad from 10 years ago from the League's servers. We'll cross-check. We'll tell the Birds once we're sure, yeah?" Jason suggested.

"Agreed," Damian nodded slowly.

"I'll have Tim keeping an eye on the Doc and Missus while we're at it, though. I mean, you know, precautions and all." Dick suggested.

"Okay, call Tim. If he doesn't answer, call Babs or his mom. I'd like this whole thing settled quickly before Bruce can do anything to harm Damian." Jason huffed a breath slowly, wondering what the hell is it with the Waynes that seemed to run on endless conspiracy theories, anyway.

[fiive-hargreeves]

how could i not? - f.h.

warnings: cursing, mentions of knives in the first paragraph, a bit of ooc five at the end? idrk what else

word count: 2.3k

pairing: (16yo!) (dumbass!)five hargreeves × (16yo!) (fem!)reader

summary: y/n can't keep her feelings bottled up anymore, but she can't tell anyone either. she finds a creative way to let five know how she feels

a/n: i like this a lot, but also the ooc five at the end is bothering me just a little

y/n/n = your nickname

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Y/n giggled, leaving yet another note for Five. This one was in Italian, yet another language she knew the boy did not know. Five was a smart person, and he loved to read books, but he had never really indulged in the world of linguistics, let alone try to learn a whole other language.

It was not long after the two had met - a day, three years prior, that had involved knives, black coffee, threats, and the slightest useage of telekinesis - that they had become the best of friends; however, after some time, y/n began to harbour feelings of something more. Feelings - she decided - that were best kept secret, for the sake of hers and Five's friendship.

In spite of this decision, y/n sometimes felt that if she didn't say anything to anyone, she might just burst. So she devised a plan.

The young girl knew that her friend wasn't particularly aware of any language besides English. She also knew that while he was one of the most brilliant people she'd ever met - and quite possibly a genius - in some instances he failed to display even a sliver of common knowledge. She hoped this would be the case in her situation as well. The plan - as she decided - was to send Five numerous notes throughout the day, every day (for a certain amount of time). Notes that would contain secret messages - messages written in various languages, all of which Five - hopefully - did not know. The message? It would be the same on each note - 'i love you.'

She'd started off with French; a simple 'je taime' scribbled on a sticky note (in disguised handwriting, of course). She was - as anyone would be in her situation - deathly afraid, and feeling as though she may regurgitate her mother's potato salad. She quickly slid the note underneath Five's door, before walking away as fast as she could without looking too suspicious.

She continued the day - excited, but nervous. As she sat in one of the Hargreeves Mansion's many common areas, accompanied by Allison and Diego, her results came to light.

A faint "what the..." could be heard from just down the hall. Allison and Diego exchanged looks, but y/n knew what it was. A second later, Five appeared in the doorway holding up y/n's folded note.

"Do any of you know what jee... tay may is?" he asked, squinting at the note.

Y/n supressed the rising giggle in her throat. "Maybe-" she coughed. "maybe it's a secret message,"

"Who's sending me secret messages?" Five questioned. "Is this even English?" he observed the note again, more carefully this time.

The longer he gazed at it, the harder and faster y/n felt her heart beating in her chest; it pounded at her chest with such chutzpah that one might assume it was trying to escape her body.

"I don't know," said Five, finally, folding the note back up and placing it in his pocket. Y/n allowed a small sigh of relief to escape her body as Five teleported away.

"Weird" remarked Allison. "What do you think 'jee tay may' is?"

Y/n turned to face her. "Honest?" Allsion nodded. "I think he was reading it wrong,"

The next day, with a bit more confidence than the last, y/n sent another. This one, the girl decided, would be written in Welsh. She - in her disguised hand - wrote out 'rwy'n dy garu di', and slipped the note under Five's door as she had done the day before.

This time, however, y/n hadn't been there for Five's reaction. He had - as his victim would later relate it - stormed into Klaus's room, and screamed "What does this even say? Do you know what this says?" Shoving the note into Klaus's face to read.

Y/n continued this for weeks; each language was more complicated than the last. She even once branched out to Arabic, which sent Five into a flying rage that was quite hilarious to watch.

Back in present-day, y/n had decided to tone it down once more a few days ago, starting up again with Swahili. Today's language, however, was Italian. She quietly slid the note under Five's bedroom door, and relocated as fast as she could.

She found herself in a hallway, staring back at the one Hargreeves child she had been hoping not to run into.

"Hey, y/n/n," he grinned. "I was looking for you, actually,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he answered. "I wanted you to help me figure out who the hell keeps sending all these notes,"

In the moment, y/n's heart dropped. How was she supposed to conduct an investigation on a crime that she was guilty for?

"Will you?" Five asked hopefully.

"Sure!" y/n said quickly, regretting it immediately. "Maybe, " she thought, in an attempt to make herself feel better, "I could prevent Five from figuring out that it's me. Yes, yes! I'll follow thousands of red herrings - anything that will lead the blame away from me!"

"Great!" he beamed at her, before striding away.

Y/n smiled to herself, and began to make her way down to the kitchen, in search of something to snack on.

Upon arrival, she found Vanya tearing open a box of Pop-Tarts. She looked up. "Hi,"

"Hey Vanya," Y/n replied. "Pass me one, will you?" Vanya handed her one of the packs of Pop-Tarts. As the girls started in on their mid-day snacks, somewhere else in the house, a very exasperated boy found a note.

"whY," Five groaned from his position in the doorway of his bedroom. "Tye Aye-moe! What the hell is tye aye-moe?"

"Why don't you just put it in google translate?" said Allison, coming out of her own room to answer her brother.

"That-" Five thought for a moment. "That could work,"

Allison rolled her eyes and watched as Five pulled out his phone - a gift for his fourteenth/fifty-ninth birthday - and typed the words in. "It says.. it says it means 'I love you',"

Allison made a face, taking the note from Five's hand. "This says ti amo, dumbass! I love you in Italian,"

"Call me that again and you'll be holding your tongue," he hissed, snatching the note back. "How do you even know that?"

"I rumored myself into being able to speak every language on Earth," she answered, ignoring her brother's threat.

"You can do that?"

She shrugged in reply. "I guess," she looked around. "Do you have any of the other notes? So we can see what those say,"

Five led his sister into his room, where he pointed towards a large pile of folded sticky notes.

Allison picked one up, and typed it into her phone. "This says the same thing,"

"So does this one," said Five, throwing down the note he'd been holding.

"But who loves you?" Allison wondered aloud.

He stared at the notes as she spoke. "As far as I know? Not a single soul,"

"Hey!" Allison said, nudging him on the shoulder. "We all love you! Just, not enough to leave secret notes in different languages,"

Five shrugged, walking towards the door with Allsion. "I'll figure it out tomorrow," he said, before heading to the kitchen.

Later that night, while everyone else was peacefully sleeping, he lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was swimming with thoughts - "who was the note-leaver?" being the most prominent of them all.

Suddenly, Five came up with an idea. He would teleport into the surveillance room and watch the camera footage of the last couple of hours. Surely, Five thought, this would answer the question he had been asking for the last month-and-half - who was leaving these mysterious notes?

He locked his bedroom door, and teleported immediately. Before long, he was in the surveillance room watching the hallway tapes on fast-forward. He slowed it down to regular speed once he saw himself leaving his room. Not soon after this, y/n came along on the screen.

Five didn't think much of her, until he saw her bend down and slide a note under his door. He stopped the video, unsure what to think. Y/n? His best friend? She... she loved him?

He teleported back into his bedroom, but there was still no way he was getting to sleep. He'd known y/n since they were thirteen - almost three years now. She knew everything about him; his awful alcohol addiction, his snarky attitude, his bloodied past. How... how could she love him?

Did he love her? He stared into the ceiling once more, contemplating this. Of course he loved her. She was the only person he'd ever met who seemed to be just as competent (if not more, at times) as him. She was scary too - she was 100% the most badass of the people he knew. And god, was she pretty - oh, her smile was one of the only things that made him genuinely happy.

How would he tell her he knew? When he did tell her, would she deny it? Would she say it was meant as a joke? And if she didn't... would he be able to tell her how he felt? Or would he chicken out like so many times in the past?

He'd never been good at expressing his feelings; it wasn't his fault, either! Even before the apocalypse, the only real contact he'd had with people was firing insults at criminals and arguing with his siblings. And what if he, by some miracle, worked up the courage to talk about his emotions for more than 0.02 seconds? What would he say?

He needed advice, he decided - but from who? No one in his family was functional enough to know anything about love... were they? Maybe he'd ask Vanya... or Allison. His brothers seemed a bit... clueless. At least, when it came to the topic of girls.

So that was it - he had made up his mind. As soon as Allison or Vanya awoke (whichever came first), he would tell them his dilemma.

The boy spent the rest of the night staring at the wall, trying to tell himself that everything would be alright.

The first person awake was Luther, as usual. Then came Allison.

When the boy's sister awoke from her slumber he was at her bedside, his body draped over one of her obnoxiously pink chairs. When she saw him, she yelped, but refrained from attacking upon the realization that it was only Five.

"What-" she yawned, putting down the magazine she had snatched up in defense. "what are you doing in my room?"

"I have a problem," said Five, brushing off her question. "I was hoping you could help me?"

"What is it?" Allison asked, sitting up in her bed. "If you need to kill someone, I'm not-"

"It's y/n," said Five, cutting her off. "Last night I couldn't sleep, so I checked the camera footage. Y/n's been putting the notes under my door, Allison. She... she...she-"

"She loves you," his sister finished for him. "She loves you! Do you... you know...?"

"Reciprocate her feelings?" Allison nodded excitedly. "Of course," he said dismissively, though he could feel himself blush.

"OoooOoh you two are going to be the cutest couple!"

"Well I need to tell her first," said Five. "I need to tell her that I know she was sending the notes, I need to tell her I know what they say, and I need to tell her that I like her back,"

Allison's eyes lit up. "I know. What you. Should do."

"Wha-"

"Alright!" She said excitedly, clasping her hands together. She was seemingly unaware that she'd just cut her brother off. "So. You teleport from here back into your room. When y/n comes over say you're going to the store or something, and leave really quickly. Once you're far away enough from the house, teleport back into your room. When y/n slides the note under it, open the door and pick it up. And you pick up the note go 'so you're the infamous note writer,' then open it and be like 'hey doesn't this say 'I love you'?'"

"I... uh-"

"It'll be great!" Allison assured her brother. "I know you may not believe me, Five, but you're a wonderful brother, and an even better friend,"

Five would never admit it, but at that moment, he was fighting off tears.

"Th-thanks," he said, giving his sister an awkward hug.

After this rare moment of Hargreeves-sibling-affection, he teleported downstairs, awaiting y/n's arrival.

Once y/n showed up, he followed Allison's plan exactly. He pushed past her at the door muttering something about going to the store.

He tried following the direction he would take if he were actually going to the store, but that was the path he'd taken when running away from home, and he preferred not to walk that way.

Instead, he turned left, continuing for about 30 seconds before teleporting back into his room.

Soon after he'd arrived in his bedroom, a folded sticky-note slid under his door. He scrambled towards the door.

As he opened it, he saw y/n walking away. "So... uh," he cleared his throat. "you've been leaving the notes."

At this, y/n blushed severely. She wished she could bury herself deep in the Earth and never have to come out.

"What language is it today?" Five continued with Allison's script, though his mouth was growing dry and his hands were shaking.

He opened the note. It took him a moment to remember how to read; he'd been preparing his mind for some foreign language. This, as he understood it, was English.

'I love you, Five' the note read. 'Y/n'

He looked up at her. She, while he had been reading the note, had grown more and more upset. She now looked as though she was going to cry, or maybe as if she had been crying for some time.

"Hey," Five said quietly. "hey, hey, don't cry," he extended his arms and pulled his friend into a hug. "You wanna know something wild, y/n/n?"

Y/n's response was a muffled mumble, but he took it for a yes. "I love you too,"

She moved her arms up and tightened them around him. "Really?" she sniffled.

He pulled away from her, smiling. He wiped underneath her eye with his thumb. "Of course I do, y/n/n," he placed a light kiss on her forehead. "How could I not?"

[clarion-call-of-football]

Instructions to Live a Luxurious Life on a Not-So-Luxury Budget

Like Coco Chanel, I cherish extravagance. My heart does palpitations when I stroll by the boutiques in Paris. A three-star Michelin café brings out groans and moans. Also, a spectacular tote and an inn staff that is always saying "My pleasure" at my every solicitation makes me grin.

I even built up an extravagance brains program where I have the pleasure of coaching an astonishing gathering of ladies while we travel to probably the richest places on the planet, for example, Aspen and Monaco. I believe it's significant that ladies figure out how to inject their organizations, lives, and spirits with extravagance. (Coincidentally, that pic is of us at our sleep party with a private cook at the Ritz.)

Call me vain, materialistic or whatever word you have for individuals like me. I couldn't care less. Actually, I get it. I use to feel the equivalent about individuals carrying on with "easy street," and, guess what? It wasn't on the grounds that I thought they were terrible individuals. Where it counts, I was simply envious, in light of the fact that I needed it as well.

This is what may not think about me. I haven't generally lived such a sumptuous way of life. Truth be told, I've been dead destitute. I'm talking about eating Ramen noodles, living in a twofold wide, pursuing down the K-bazaar blue light unique and putting 25 pennies worth of gas in my vehicle broke.

I'm likewise not a cash mentor, which means I don't show you how to get more cash-flow. I show you how to take advantage of your wants, make wellbeing, pursue your interests and live full out. Cash just appears to pursue such a lady.

What I've found is that you should initially figure out how to be a sumptuous individual to draw in a lavish life, which is the thing that "French Kissing Life" is about - filling every day with joie de vivre, energy and want - which can all be accomplished with minimal expenditure in the bank. Indeed, this strategy, not some cash the executives' framework, is actually how I pulled in the richest life.

I need to tell you the best way to do likewise, on the grounds that I realize where it counts, you'd most likely appreciate a decent container of wine or a night at the Ritz Carlton. What's more, there's nothing at all amiss with you for needing it. Actually, I state, "Pull out all the stops sista!"

Making it Obtainable

Not very many individuals are blessed enough to turn out to be medium-term tycoons, however, in the event that you need to carry on with a lavish life, you should adjust your vitality to extravagance. Anyway, what is a young lady to do?

All things considered, you may need to reclassify extravagance to make it realistic now, in such a case that your present definition is fine yachts and you drive a Pinto, prepare to have your mind blown. You're in a bad way.

Along these lines, we should consider extravagance this: quality individuals, encounters and things.

At the point when I chose numerous years back that I was tired of the poop in my life, I began looking for quality. I was finished with the low-quality nourishments, crying individuals and plastics made in China. I needed more for myself, yet I couldn't bear the cost of Chanel at the time (and in spite of the fact that I expound on her like we're closest companions now, despite everything I don't claim a piece.) I needed to begin indicating appreciation for the extravagances I needed to draw in a greater amount of it into my life, and trust me, in case you're understanding this, you have a PC. That is an extravagance.

Extravagance is about quality and in some cases the most quality encounters are free. I can't consider much else sumptuous than spending time with my girl on the couch viewing a great motion picture or my morning mug of espresso on my back deck.

Rather than me giving you some charm law of fascination direct on vitality arrangement to pull in more cash, I am going to share my genuine instances of how I started to encounter extravagance sometime before my first Ritz-Carlton remains (BTW, j'adore the Ritz). At the point when I began accomplishing the accompanying things, the universe of extravagance opened its enormous arms and grasped me:

1. I quit spending time with griping individuals who were continually discussing how broke they were. Significant extravagance repellent.

2. I searched out quality associations with individuals who were no aliens to extravagance. I needed to figure out how to think like them.

3. I invested more energy in nature. There's nothing as extravagant as strolling shoeless in the grass on a mid-year evening or a decent climb in the forested areas.

4. Extravagance despises scramble, so I backed off and delighted in cups of espressos discussions with companions.

5. I quit spending my cash on the poo 2 for $20 shirts and set aside to purchase the pleasant $100 one. Extravagance isn't about amount; the quality issues.

6. I hung out in the anterooms of fine lodgings and simply encountered the universe of extravagance. They don't charge you for anteroom space.

7. I drove a garbage vehicle so I could spend lavishly on great nourishment. Despite everything I drive a not exactly sumptuous vehicle, however, my life has not endured one piece.

8. I pursued my energy and went to sommelier school. The $500 starting speculation opened me up to an entire diverse degree of extravagance where I had the option to taste a $1000 jug of wine and state something extravagant like, "Hhhmm...I think it needs to breathe for some time." Major extravagance minute. (Coincidentally, by following my craving to study the universe of wine, I was approached to compose café surveys for a provincial magazine and make a wine program at a nation club, which prompted increasingly lavish encounters that paid me. How cool is that?)

9. I dressed and strolled like a lady of extravagance, which means I didn't leave my home in loose pants and a T-shirt with my shoulders drooped.

10. I turned into an understudy of extravagance, perusing quality writing, watching exemplary movies and understanding Town and Country and Vogue.

11. I quit tuning in to my musings that made statements like, "Young lady, you experienced childhood in a trailer. Who do you think you are?" It's simply unnecessary prattle.

12. I began completely captivating with my reality and the individuals in it, posing inquiries, looking for answers and always putting myself out there.

13. I put new blossoms in my home.

14. I visited my folks more. They generally make me feel like a Princess, in any event, when we lived in a twofold wide.

15. I searched out quality discussions that talked about the significant stuff, similar to death, life, religion, style and nourishment and wine. All things considered, at any rate, those things are imperative to me.

16. I went to extravagant occasions, for example, a direction for ladies at Duke's School of Business. Remember, I was filling in as full-time nurture and had never been doing business. These occasions likewise didn't cost me a dime other than the gas to arrive.

17. I began strolling through Saks as though I had a place, dislike some oddity whose eyes were going to fly out of my attachments when I saw the cost of a Louis sack. No, only a shoulder shrug like it wasn't the sack for me.

18. I ended up aware of what I put into my body and how I traveled through the world. Indeed, this implies eating well and working out.

19. I cleaned (and keep on cleaning) my universe of low-quality individuals, things and encounters. Extravagance doesn't coincide with mayhem, show, and mess.

20. I trusted I merited a lavish life. This is the most significant of all. Numerous ladies are strolling around feeling regretful on the off chance that they put $20 dollars in themselves. On the off chance that that is you, hear me out. You are not doing yourself or the universe of support by preventing yourself from claiming a lavish life. The most giving individuals I know enjoy a quality lifestyle, which is the manner by which they can help such a significant number of others. You must tidy this idea up to give extravagance access.

Reward: I recollected this one after I completed the article, so allows simply to consider it a reward. Something I began doing was favoring the individuals who carried on with an extravagant way of life, rather than judging and covertly loathing them. By saying, "You go young lady" each time I saw a lady shaking out her Prada dress, leaving the back rub parlor or sashaying into the Four Seasons, I was opening my heart to the Universe and saying, "Expedite it. I'm prepared!"

Tonya Leigh Williams is a mentor, speaker, and essayist. She is devoted to enabling ladies to make astounding lives and bodies without slimming down, hardship and show. Her enthusiasm is helping ladies discover opportunities from self-perception, weight, and nourishment issues. Tonya shows the insider facts of normally thin individuals, mentors ladies on ordinary eating without hardship, and tells ladies the best way to at the same time change their bodies while additionally living settled inside them. She has helped ladies get thinner, gain clearness and reason, and venture into another life free of battle. On the off chance that you are keen on getting familiar with training with Tonya Leigh.

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Chapter 7 - Bad Blood

Catch up on Chapter 1 - 6 here! (or just Chapter 6)

With Taylor Swift’s “Bad Blood” blasting on loop in the background, I found myself getting to work thanks to the king lighting a fire under my ass. In a way, I owed him one as I’d been split - one part of me wallowing and the other determined.

Before he’d kidnapped my friend, I had questioned how possible winning the game was but now I was ready to beat it in under 3 months just to spite him.

It had only taken a moment for me to go from having my best friend and ally, to being alone and feeling incredibly guilty for whatever was happening to Meg right now. I figured that she must be in the otome world and if she was going to return I’d have to find these dudes quick.

I knew that her original plan was to spend this week in CT and the next in NYC grieving the loss of her relationship before she resumed her life as best she could. With that said, I effectively had only a week and two days before people would realize that she’d gone missing. There was no way that I could explain that a man from a video game had kidnapped her and I didn’t want her parents or our friends to worry when there was nothing they could do.

I fretted about where exactly in the game universe Meg had been placed, considering that she was so unfamiliar with the world of these otome games. I thought about the problematic faves of the fandom, and worried about her getting involved with the cast of Kissed by the Baddest Bidder or the less popular Dangerous Seduction.

I wondered if she ended up in Soichiro’s hospital, or if she was currently living out a rebound relationship considering that time went by faster in that world than it did in my own. Regardless of what she was doing, I needed to get her back and if that meant stepping my search up - so be it.

Without skipping a beat I called the switchboard and learned that Jin Namba had been an NYPD officer, but had recently left the force. I asked if anyone knew of his whereabouts and the dispatch told me that information was not public. I quickly apologized and noted that he’d helped me with a case that I was hoping to follow up on, and was put in touch with a friend of his at the precinct in TriBeCa where I used to see him and Hiroshi during my lunch hour.

I planned swing by and see if I could get any information as far as Jin’s whereabouts and after several unfruitful google searches, prayed that something would pan out stemming from that precinct as it was proving to be my only lead.

As far as Hijikata went, I had to assume that he was still doing something that involved fitness. I googled his name and looked for results from the past week.

The first thing I found were several yelp comments from women that frequented the gym he and Soryu used to work at (CrossFit East). There was a specific thread about the sudden disappearance of their two favorite instructors, and as I read the comments I was suddenly thankful for how many fans the two men had amassed during their time working there. One woman had gone so far as to actually visit every CrossFit gym in the city searching for Hijikata as she claimed that no other instructor had been as effective at correcting her form and encouraging her. As a result of her palpable thirstiness, she had discovered that he was now exclusively working at a lifting gym on the Upper East side and was preparing for a weightlifting competition himself.

The response to her comment was a mix of gratitude and slight judgement of her stalker-like behavior, and after a few more google searches I finally found not only the lifting gym but the application form for becoming a member. With real estate in New York being so expensive and gym space often being crowded, Edge Fitness made a niche for itself in being a high end, exclusive, expensive, and serious.

They did not accept just anyone to join and even getting through the doors seemed to be a bit of a hurdle considering that I was not a professional athlete, celebrity, or body builder which was the bulk of their clientele.

At the very least I had myself another lead and it was up to me to confirm that this information was accurate. If I was able to do so in the next two days, I’d have located 4/6 and was hoping by the weekend to have eyes on Jin (5/6) in order to get as close as possible to getting Meg back.

It was the least I could do for my friend in addition to swiping myself to sleep with the hopes that the mystery sixth man in this world would reveal himself to me.

The next morning, I called out of work sick and packed my belongings, having made the decision to move back home.

If things had gone the way they were supposed to, I would have gone to work and moved out of Meg’s apartment in the evening after reconvening with her, but after her disappearance I felt too guilty to do anything other than prioritize finding these men.

As I was unpacking I could hear notifications in the other room blowing up my phone and soon learned that Anita had sent me several stressed out slack messages. Apparently she’d been counting on me to be present at work as she felt that I was an integral part in winning this new pitch she’d mentioned. She asked if I would be able to come in Monday, having rested all weekend, and I assured her that I would.

It was odd to me that on a Friday she was holding a meeting with new clients and I questioned what it was about this pitch that she felt I personally needed to be present for, however I didn’t have time to dwell. I shrugged it off wanting to make the most of the here and now and by 9 AM, I was back home in my studio apartment and found myself feeling several unpleasant feelings about revisiting that space sans Zyglavis.

Even though we’d lived together for almost a year before this point, there was not a trace of my ex-fiancee in any way, shape, or form.

We used to joked about who shed more - our bathroom floor was often covered in my long light brown hair or his jet black pin-straight hair. However, the apartment was spotless, and I surprised myself with the fact that I missed seeing those rogue strands of hair.

It was as if our life together never existed. There were no chocolates in our house, the fridge was empty as if it had been cleaned out, and my things filled the closet as if I’d never made space for his belongings.

The wounds were all far too fresh for me to emotionally handle but thankfully I was a master at compartmentalizing my feelings. It was a skill honed through years of emotional frustrations with the understanding that my career would not progress if I indulged my emotional life on a regular basis and so I learned to push through and keep my chin up. 

I didn’t bother unpacking my own bag and instead threw on the cutest workout clothes I had and headed over to Edge fitness.

I’d rehearsed the scene in my head a thousand times and felt as ready as I could for my reunion with Hijikata.

Truthfully, out of all the men he was the one I thought about the most insofar as “what if”. It was him and Shun and the possibility I’d had with both of them that made me wonder if I would have been happier with them. With Hijikata, I’d been ripped away from him in the past and never even had the chance to audition him during my time as the bachelorette. I’d seen him flourish in this world, and found myself far more attracted to this man who could have so easily crumbled under the pressure of finding a new life and identity in a time drastically different than his own.

Out of respect to Zyglavis and our relationship, I’d kept my distance from Toshi even when I visited with him at the gym. That said, there had been a few moments between us - gentle looks or calm silences shared in passing - that made my heart flutter.

Of all the kisses to get, this one was my most anticipated.

I had planned out a reunion that made me appear to be the best version of myself but naturally I failed to foresee that Edge was on the fourth floor of a warehouse-like building and by the time I ascended the steep staircase, I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. There was no door to pass through or hallway where I could catch my breath or compose myself and instead I found myself huffing and puffing in front of a muscled military man who whose biceps at a glance seemed to be as large as my leg.

“What can I help you with hon?”

“I want to sign up…to…get in shape.”

He shot me a good natured grin and said, “Darling this is a serious gym - we only take people already in shape and turn them into Gods.”

“I know…I saw…on the…website…”

“Right. So go sign up at the equinox at 83rd and come back to us once you’re ready and we’ll…”

“No…I want to go from…0 to 100.”

He let out a loud guffaw that reverberated throughout the gym and said, “I like your spirit but we can’t just…”

“Please…I need this…please.”

He raised an eyebrow at me as my eyes pleaded with him. He muttered something under his breath and handed me a clipboard with paperwork noting that it wouldn’t kill him to give me a tour.

I took the clipboard and found a seat off to the side of the front desk and started filling the paperwork out. Most of it was straightforward - name, address, credit card information, health history, fitness goals, but when it got the emergency contact I could feel myself tense up. For the first time in my life I’d had a fiancee - a go to for something like that and here was another reminder that I no longer had that person to come running for me.

I compartmentalized, put my parents’ names down, and returned the clipboard.

“Alright Naomi, I’m Frank. Good to meet you.”

“You too.”

“First off Edge isn’t about weight loss, so if your goals revolve around the superficial this is not the gym for you. Our goals revolve around achieving the impossible. Take a look at that - what do you see?” Frank asked, leading me to a large mirrored room filled with free weights.

“I see potential.”

“Wow. I didn’t expect you to say that but I like that answer,” he noted with an approving smile. “You’re right - I always say that this is the space that differentiates people. There are the people that see the weight they think they can lift and there are the people who see what they can’t and make it their mission to be able to prove that nothing is impossible.”

I was surprised to learn that Edge was not just one floor, but instead several. The fourth floor was mainly free weights. The fifth floor was exclusively for cardio with stationary bikes, treadmills, stair master type machines, elliptical, etc. On the sixth floor, there were large squat racks and benches for chest press and it was there that I saw him.

Hijikata wore a ratty t-shirt which clung to his sweaty, muscled physique. Next to him, a spotter carefully watched and cheered him on as he attempted to squat what seemed to be an insane amount of weight. Frank continued to speak but didn’t hear any of what was said, and instead found myself watching Hijikata’s muscles strain and flex as he successfully moved the weight down and back up.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” His spotter yelled, and the men high fived each other with gusto.

“That felt great,” Hijikata said with a smirk.

I eavesdropped on their banter and when Frank had finished saying whatever it was that he had been saying I found myself blurting, “I want that man to train me.”

Frank chuckled, “Believe me, you’re not ready for the demon trainer.”

“Demon trainer?”

“He’s our harshest, most focused, results oriented trainer that has no use for a scrawny, out of shape, might give up any minute newbie like yourself.”

I thought for a minute about the Hijikata I’d first met in the otome world and how he had mercilessly trained his men. I thought about what it would mean to have to endure that kind of physical torture and while I was petrified, I knew that it was now or never.

Without saying anything to Frank, I approached Hijikata as he set up his bench and pressed my hands together in a prayer position and blurted, “Please train me!”

His eyes widened as he acknowledged my existence for the first time in what he thought was his life, and with a devilish grin he said, “I don’t think so.”

Frank apologetically came up behind me and said, “I already told her Toshi but she -“

“My entire life, other people have told me what was possible for myself and I’m at a point where I don’t believe any of that anymore. I want you to help me see that limitations only exist in my head,” I pleaded.

The statement caught Hijikata off guard, and I silently cheered as I watched him consider working with me. This iteration of Hijikata was that of a meathead bro on the surface, with a surprising amount of depth underneath. I knew that the version of Hijikata that trained in martial arts did so for loftier ideals. That Hijikata valued honor, mastery, and pushing ones sense of self.

I hoped that my words appealed to that part of him - a part that I was certain was still intact after seeing the intensity in which he trained himself.

“What’s your name?” He finally asked.

“Naomi.”

“Ok Naomi, how’s this. If you can get through a workout with me today I’ll make sure Frank here lets you train with me.”

He reached out his hand and I pushed down the terror that bubbled up in my gut and instead shook it.

It would seem in every iteration of Toshizo Hijikata a demon lurked beneath the surface and this Toshi had no problem dragging me down into the depths of hell. Having already been slightly out of shape, I found his workout not only incredibly difficult but borderline negligent as I pushed myself to my limits.

I collapsed at several points throughout the workout and after an hour straight of Hijikata barking orders at me and my body giving out numerous times I found myself looking like a drowned rat as my new trainer gently held my leg in a stretch.

“I’m so out of shape,” I wheezed. “That’s why I need this.”

“Yeah but there’s no shame in how you handled yourself today.”

“Does that mean?”

Hijikata then smiled at me for the first time since our reunion.

“I’ll tell Frank that I expect to see you back here tomorrow at 8 am.”

I swallowed my feelings as far as what it meant to have to wake up that early on a Saturday and instead nodded obediently.

Hijikata gently massaged my calf before taking my other foot and propping up my left leg in a stretch.

“So, were you one of my clients from before?” He asked gruffly.

“You don’t remember?”

He shook his head sadly and noted, “Amnesia they tell me. I know it sounds like a bad plot device in a hokey book or something, but I genuinely don’t remember much from before this week.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “That must be scary.”

“It’s ok. I know the core of who I am and as long as I have that I won’t ever be lost.”

Hijikata’s way with words never failed to make my heart flutter, and though we had just “met” I hoped to appeal to do the same to his.

“From time to time

The clouds give rest

To the moon-beholders.”

My utterance caused him to go white as a sheet and I watched as a brawny, muscled, sweaty gym rat shed a single tear. The poem triggered something within him - be it a shred of his old self tucked away that the king had forgotten to erase.

I watched as Hijikata quickly regained his composure gruffly adding, “What’s that now?”

“A haiku. Something about you…it made me think of that poem.”

Hijikata paused for a moment, gently releasing my leg and with a small nod simply said, “Good job today,” before walking off.

I dragged myself back to my apartment, despite the fact that every muscle in my body was screaming and soaked in the tub for a good thirty minutes before I attempted to continue making progress. While I’d been in the bath, the king had texted and informed me that the use of a haiku was underhanded, yet clever, and that I should have no trouble winning Hijikata’s heart from what he saw.

“Don’t get cocky though goldfish,” he added, sending a picture of Meg.

I immediately opened the image attached and saw her on the street, with an annoyed look on her face as a man held her hand and dragged her with him. There weren’t many clues as to who she was with, but as I zoomed in I saw a familiar, tacky looking maroon jacket that I would be able to recognize anywhere.

Mitsunari Baba was holding her hand, dragging her somewhere and all I could do was hope that Meg was streetwise enough not to fall for him or any of the bidders.

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[digital-success]

Personal stories about how to make money online?

When it comes to making money online, we all have our own story about how we began. It was actually back for me in the mid-90s at the AOL Internet Diner Chat Room. I used to make 46×860 graphic banners for people and their websites, and then they would give me a dollar in the mail! Keep in mind that this was the way before anything like PayPal was around. After that, I find myself in the world!

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 1. Ted Rubin – TedRubin.com

I earned my first "online salary" when I scored a vocation 20 years prior to working with top of the line creator, business person and operator of progress Seth Godin at Yoyodyne, which was procured in Q4 1998 by Yahoo! In 1997 I was searching for something energizing and new and was resolved to move back to NY from South Florida and get once more into the activity. I chose this new thing called the "Web" was the best approach. 

I read an article about Seth Godin and since he referenced that in spite of the fact that there were no present openings, he was consistently watchful for ability, I was resolved to work with him at his beginning up Yoyodyne. I sent resumes to likely 100 organizations and when Yoyodyne called I realized it was intended to be (there is more to the story).

I've had a fantastic view of the advancement of internet showcasing based on what was customary media and trade initially encountering the transition to computerized, which was just basic correspondence and list apparatuses, to undeniable advanced business and correspondence… and now scaled Social Communication which so superbly fuses this Relationship part that is for me, a definitive worth.

 2.   Rafi Chowdhury – Chowdhurysdigital.com

When people began asking me to help them get more "likes" on their Facebook page. I realized that I could run some Like-Exchange bots and give "Likes" to the small business Facebook pages in my city. It wasn't "real money" in the sense that it was a lot of money, but it was enough to keep me in college while I was working on my next startup.

3.  Patrick Coombe – Elite-strategies.com

What I thought was real money was when I hit $100 a day back in 2010 or 2011 with Maxbounty on NoNo Hair Removal. There were 3 of us overseeing all of the SERPs, and a few other methods essentially driving most of their sales to that client, other than the infomercials they were running. I have been buying traffic all over the place back then, lots of Bing Ads and Facebook at the time. 

 I feel honored having the option to make a dollar on the web and not going out and get a "genuine employment" despite the fact that we most likely all work harder and a bigger number of hours than conventional people, and have much more pressure. A debt of gratitude is in order for understanding everybody! Hit me up on Twitter @pmkoom on the off chance that you need to interface!

4. Jane Sheeba – Janesheeba.com

I have known about such a large number of approaches to profit on the web. Truth be told when I began I was so overpowered and didn't have the foggiest idea what to attempt to have the option to profit. Two techniques I focused on are selling my very own items and selling results of others (offshoot promoting).

I made my first buck in member promoting. It was near $100. I was so new to subsidiary advertising yet I was not eager with profiting. So I didn't distribute surveys without evaluating any item.

I distributed an audit of an item in the wake of giving it a shot myself (with screen captures and so on as an instructional exercise). What's more, that audit helped me make my first subsidiary deal.

That is the point at which I understood that it is without a doubt conceivable to profit on the web. At that point, my quick next deal originated from my digital book. Regardless I depend on these two lucrative techniques vigorously for my business.

5. Marcus Miller – Bowlerhat.co.uk

In 1997 I was greatly into a computer game called Half-Life which you could play on the web. Be that as it may, Internet associations were somewhat trash in those days. Dial-up modems generally and a couple of fortunate people had ISDN. Along these lines, I leased a little room in a structure and advanced a LAN party. All I truly needed to do was discussion and system with people on the gathering and we sold out the first. 

You may call this inbound now however it was simply relationship promoting. Simultaneously I was considering software engineering at college and was simply truly intrigued by the early web. After a short time, I was working around 1999 as a web designer and just normally wound up bailing the organization out with SEO and advanced promoting. The rest is history I presume.

 6.  Hamza Sheik – TheDigitalNerds.com

Everything began with a companion who acquainted Blogging with me in 2007. It was the point at which I found out about profiting through sharing my encounters and aptitudes online with different people groups and examining the items I use on a regular routine.

I immediately began a blog and made my first $100 inside the initial 60 days. Systems administration was and still is the most significant factor in kicking some business on the web. Since that day, I made in excess of 30 online networks and a couple of many Affiliate Niche sites.

In 2011, I at long last chose to transform my leisure activity into fulltime work when I got an idea to flip one of my sites for in excess of six figures. That was the genuine minute when I truly began my Digital Marketing and SEO profession.

During the most recent 8 years, I dealt with an assortment of tasks concentrating on Adsense, Amazon Affiliate, Clickbank Products, and direct showcasing of items that I use on a consistent schedule.

 7. James Reynolds – SEOSherpa.com

I went to an internet advertising meeting in late 2009 while working an all-day work as GM in a photography organization. I tuned in to the speakers as they clarified how they profited on the web and being intrigued by the way of life these organizations permitted. A few of those speakers had million-dollar in addition to organizations and they were no more astute than me.

The seed was planted then that an 'on the web' business was what I needed. At the point when things reached an end with my activity, I had just chosen to go on the web. I attempted member promoting with insignificant accomplishment before my coach recommended selling web-based showcasing administrations to disconnected organizations. 

I began exchanging web composition and SEO administrations, utilizing my guide's group to convey the work. As my business developed (which it did rapidly) I constructed my very own group in-house.

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My Top 100 Favorite Albums of All Time (Part 5: 20 - 11)

20. Hand. Cannot. Erase. – Steven Wilson (2015)

For his fourth solo release, Steven Wilson took inspiration from the real-life story of Joyce Carol Vincent, a young woman who passed away in her London flat in December 2003 and remained undiscovered for more than two years, even despite having family and friends, and having left her television on at the time of her passing. The album follows the story of a fictional woman heavily based on Vincent, ending with her abrupt disappearance. With a stylistic nod to prog pioneers like Rush and Yes, as well as the powerful guest vocals of Israeli singer Ninet Tayeb, Hand. Cannot. Erase. serves as a poignant examination of the isolation and alienation of modern urban life.

Prime cuts: "Home Invasion / Regret #9", "Routine"

  19. Absolution – Muse (2003)

Bolstered by the success of the lead single "Time Is Running Out", Absolution is the album that first gained Muse major mainstream recognition as a band to watch. There aren't many hints of their later excessive, over-the-top tendencies here— though "Butterflies & Hurricanes" does contain a piano section which aptly demonstrates Muse's appreciation of classical music. Instead, this is one of Muse's more low-key and easy-to-listen efforts, demonstrating the prowess of a band that could be content with crafting hauntingly beautiful melodies ("Sing for Absolution", "Blackout", or "Ruled by Secrecy" all come to mind), or simply shredding (as on "Stockholm Syndrome"). Sometimes, less is more, and simplicity is just better.

Prime cuts: "Stockholm Syndrome", "Butterflies & Hurricanes"

  18. Core – Stone Temple Pilots (1992)

At the beginning of their musical career, Stone Temple Pilots was another in a lengthy list of bands that benefitted from the exposure afforded them by the Seattle grunge explosion in the early 1990s. They spent years dogged by accusations of sounding a bit too much like Pearl Jam, before they eventually managed to develop a more distinctive voice that distanced themselves from anyone else. That isn't to say that their early material is bad, though; on the contrary, their first album, Core, is hands down my favorite of theirs. I don't think of it as derivative, either; rather, I appreciate it for what it is. Like most of the alt-rock at the time, there is a dim, dingy feeling about it— but it's all channeled through a sunny production, reflective of their San Diego roots. There's more California here than Washington. That makes for an album which is oddly upbeat about being grungy, which I find rather appealing.

Prime cuts: "Plush", "Wicked Garden"

  17. The Downward Spiral – Nine Inch Nails (1994)

There is no album that encapsulates my high school years quite like The Downward Spiral. Which probably says something terrible about me, because— with all due respect to Trent Reznor, but let's be honest here— this is a seriously fucked up album. This album is what it sounds like to slowly be driven into the ground, day by day, until you are ground down into little more than a cold, numb machine made of rotting meat, just begging for the sweet release of death. This album is how it sounds to gradually become an automaton, going through all the motions, but truthfully no longer giving a fuck. This is nihilism incarnate. And I've been on that brink myself, more times than I can count, driven by a sense of alienation from the hostile outside world, and it never gets any easier. But at least through the rough patches, I've had The Downward Spiral to reflect my turmoil. When I first encountered this album, I immediately adopted "Heresy" as my personal anthem— a song that expressed perfectly to my repressive Bible Belt surroundings just how I felt about their precious 'Good Book'. I buried all my vulnerabilities and my pain beneath a mechanical visage, as modeled in "The Becoming", and I grew a thicker skin. I gravitated to this album, and (at least in my head) eventually embodied this album, specifically out of spite; I recognized it as everything the religious conservatives hate about our culture, and I had no greater desire at the time than to piss off a world that had rejected me. I'm happy to report growing out of that phase of my life, for the most part. I still have occasional episodes where I stare longingly into the abyss, and ponder jumping in. But the power this album has had, to take the chaotic tempest of negative emotions inside of me and give them form, is awesome. Ironically, I think this album has actually prevented me from following through on several occasions, just by allowing me to work through my angst and get all of that built-up poison out of my system in a constructive way. Now that's power.

Prime cuts: "Closer", "Hurt"

  16. Altered State – Tesseract (2013)

Following the departure of lead singer Dan Tompkins, Tesseract went through a period of searching for the right person to replace him, beginning with Elliot Coleman's short-lived turn at the microphone, but ultimately settling on Ashe O'Hara. Perhaps it was kismet that it was during O'Hara's time in Tesseract that Altered State was recorded, as the new voice also heralded a new direction. O'Hara's silken voice was obviously best suited for clean vocals; all of Tompkins' guttural screaming went right out the window. That made emulating peers like Periphery essentially impossible, which also provided the band with an opportunity to reinvent themselves, tighten their sound, and be more adventurous (such as on the track "Of Reality: Calabi-Yau", where they underscore their blend of palm-muted heavy metal with the extremely unexpected wail of a saxophone, and actually pull it off). Consisting of four multi-song suites (Of Matter, Of Mind, Of Reality, and Of Energy), the album also contains extremely dense metaphysical lyrical material to match its heightened musicality. In combination, all of these new circumstances result in Altered State being nothing short of a miraculous metamorphosis for the band— Tesseract in a literal altered state.

Prime cuts: "Of Matter: Proxy", "Of Mind: Nocturne"

  15. Mer de Noms – A Perfect Circle (2000)

Mer de Noms is a cryptic album, in the same way that Tool albums generally are. Furthermore, this is the only album of A Perfect Circle's where I really feel there's an apt comparison, if not in sound, then in attitude. Setting aside the music for a moment— can we talk about how much I geeked out over the band actually inventing their own arcane-looking alphabet to use in their liner notes? I was a nerdy teenager at the time I obtained this album, and being a lover of puzzles, naturally I decrypted it and then adopted it for my own use for encoding secret messages in my notebooks. But, I digress. What makes the music so interesting here, after listening to Tool for so long, is Maynard's voice being channeled into music with a completely different energy. Tool is logical, cerebral, and quite masculine; APC is much more of an emotional experience. That goes even for the harder-edged songs like "Judith", where Maynard's cry of "Fuck your God!" is intended less as a slight toward religion in general than as a frustrated outburst from a person who had watched his devout mother paralyzed in an accident when he was a child, and who was astounded that such a trial did not cause her to lose her faith. With nearly all of the song titles being names (hence the album's title, which translates to "sea of names" in French), much of the puzzle presented by this album comes from familiarity with the eponymous subjects; some are Biblical or legendary, while others are somehow personal connections to the band. But regardless of how much the listener may know about the myth of Orestes, the music is still a reward unto itself.

Prime cuts: "Judith", "Orestes"

  14. Ten – Pearl Jam (1991)

You know how certain songs are attached to memories or sensations so strongly, that you can't hear them without replaying those other associations in your head? Pearl Jam's Ten is like that for me. Yes, the entire album. It's an album that makes me feel the cool, crisp autumns of northern Georgia where I grew up, and see the leaves turning, and smell the hickory smoke of roadside boiled peanut vendors. It's an album that I see in dark reddish colors— maroon, sienna, burgundy. When I listen to "Black", I remember staying home from school for two weeks in 2001 due to a bad case of pneumonia, and the flannel blankets, and spending my daytime watching old episodes of SNL from the early 90s. When I listen to "Garden", I remember quiet, rainy nights in my on-campus apartment during my first year of college, just sitting in the dark after my roommates had gone to bed, drinking a cold glass of milk while watching the rain dance and glitter in the outside light with the windows narrowly slatted. When I listen to "Jeremy"— well, of course, that song makes me remember how terribly I was bullied all through middle school and ninth grade, and how reliant I was on that song to help me through one of the most miserable times of my life. (Seriously. This is another album I credit with literally keeping me alive.) I know none of this is concrete or tangible to anyone else but me, but… this is something that frustrates me about lists like this when music journalists write them. By the nature of their publication, they can't focus on the intangible impressions they get, because they're supposed to write about universally-appreciable things. In this case… I can't do that. Everyone already knows it's a goddamned brilliant album. But these impressions, and the way they make me feel— they're so strong here that they're basically half of the album's appeal to me, as far as I'm concerned. This is just an album that I've known so long, that it is deeply ingrained in me.

Prime cuts: "Jeremy", "Alive"

  13. Master of Puppets – Metallica (1986)

I was introduced to Metallica (and heavy metal itself) in ninth grade by a classmate of mine named John. On one fateful extended class field trip to Mentone, Alabama, for a trust-building workshop, John lent me his copy of Master of Puppets to listen to during leisure time. I didn't know it at the time, as I sat on my cot in that cabin in the forest and listened to my Discman, but there was absolutely no better album to initiate me to metal. It was revelatory. Up to that time, I was still finding my taste. I had never heard music so hard-edged, or drumbeats so fast, or guitarwork so intricate before. And 8-minute songs? Being a prog rock fan who now routinely listens to songs two to three times that length, it's funny to think about in retrospect, but when I was that age, my attention span wasn't used to anything longer than 5 minutes. I was used to the stuff being played on the radio at the time— stuff like Smash Mouth and Sugar Ray. It should be a testament to how much of an earthshaking experience it was for me, that I still even remember the trip to Mentone (which was otherwise pretty forgettable, honestly). When I got back to Georgia, one of the first things I did was buy my own copy. There are eight songs here, and not a single weak one among them. Lars Ulrich's drums are on point. Kirk Hammett's guitar is on point. The lyrics, and James Hetfield's vocals, are on point. To this day, I still get goosebumps listening to the opening of "Damage Inc.", or the instrumental "Orion" as it slows down into a more laidback tune, led by the incomparable bass grooves of the late Cliff Burton. And in addition to being technically impressive, it was a cathartic album, too; this was the album that first allowed me to tap into my inner adolescent rage, and to release it. "Fuck it all and fucking no regrets", as they say. Wherever you are, John… thanks.

Prime cuts: "Master of Puppets", "Battery"

  12. Superunknown – Soundgarden (1994)

It's sad for me to write this now, still only a few months out from Chris Cornell's passing. He was a hero to me when I was a teenager, and this was my first encounter with his music. First I got into Nirvana, then Pearl Jam, and then gradually I got into Soundgarden and Alice in Chains. Out of all the releases between the four of them, Superunknown is and probably always will be my personal favorite, even over Nevermind and Ten. The combination of Cornell's unearthly voice and Kim Thayil's guitar stirred something inside me that the others just couldn't quite reach. Maybe it's because, at the time, Soundgarden had been together longer than the other three bands, and they were able to reap the rewards of knowing and playing with each other for a longer time. Whatever the reason, it just felt (and still feels) to me like one of the most musically mature albums to come out of the whole grunge scene. And the sad thing is, I think a lot of people pay attention to it because of "Black Hole Sun" being such a gargantuan hit, and undersell the rest of the album. There are lesser known songs here, like the title track, or "Fresh Tendrils", or "Like Suicide", that are absolute sparkling gems. To listen to those songs, and to know now that the moment has passed, and that chemistry can never be truly replicated again with Cornell gone… it's really disheartening. But at least they left behind one hell of a masterpiece.

Prime cuts: "Black Hole Sun", "Superunknown"

  11. The Dark Side of the Moon – Pink Floyd (1973)

Did you really expect me to leave this one off my list? Pink Floyd has been showing up on my list with a fair amount of frequency, and I saved the best one for last. I mean, it's almost ridiculous how clichéd it is to talk about this album as an example of a musical tour de force. It's practically to the point where I can just say the words "great album", and this will be one of the ones that people automatically think about. And as I sit here writing, trying to come up with something to say to rationalize my choice, I realize— there's probably no other album in my life which has served more as a soundtrack to the truly awesome moments. I've painted to this album, and felt the invigorating high of inspiration. I've synched it up with The Wizard of Oz, not once, but twice. I've played it while taking a breathtaking car ride through Badlands National Park in South Dakota. I've listened to it while watching a total solar eclipse. There's no other album that fits these kinds of experiences as well. It's an album that compresses time with its mellow nature, and causes 42 minutes to disappear so rapidly you can scarcely understand where they've gone. It's an album that simultaneously makes you feel insignificant, as a tiny human in a grand cosmos billions of lightyears and aeons large, and important, as someone fortunate enough to bear witness to the splendor of the universe. In short, about as close to perfection as an album can aspire to be.

Prime cuts: "Money", "Time"

At last, we’re down to the final 10. Which ones made the cut? Find out the first half tomorrow, with Part 6, featuring #10 - #6!

[vedantaboston]

"What's the Point?"

Hungarian-born, New York-based financier George Soros, 89, pinpoints a day in 1979 when, walking along a London street, he suddenly felt a hammering in his chest and feared he was having a heart attack. That was the moment when he said to himself, “What’s the point?” Soros took personal stock: his investment fund at that time had reached $100 million in assets, and his individual worth was $30 million (in 2017 his net worth was estimated to be more than $25 billion). “I felt I had made enough money for my personal needs,” he said, and he decided to direct some of his bounty into a philanthropy.

I read this 25 years ago in a Time magazine profile (July 10, 1995). What struck me then, and what has stuck in my mind to this day, is not so much the vastness of Soros’s wealth and the abundance of his philanthropy but this simple question: “What’s the point?” It’s a question I ask myself often. The frequency of asking myself, “What’s the point?” has increased with age. Every moment in this world someone is born somewhere while someone else dies. We don’t even think about this. But death becomes a headline during a pandemic, making the question “What’s the point?” even more urgent.

When common people like you and me read features such as the one on George Soros and other billionaires-turned-philanthropists, how do we react? A few reactions are predictable. For instance, it is natural that most will admire such people and appreciate their spirit of service. Those with financially strapped projects on hand may want to get in touch with them. Mean, stingy people may be horrified at what they might see as the thoughtless extravagance of the super rich and predict that they will repent later. Some fantasists are likely to sigh and say, “If I had such big bucks, I too could have given them away.”

Every reaction tells us something about the person who is reacting. Our words and actions invariably give us away, no matter how hard we may try to project ourselves differently. It is easier to be ourselves than to appear to be what we want others to take us to be. Alas, we waste most of our energy trying to change our exterior. With only a fraction of that energy, it is possible to make our interior more beautiful.

Let’s go back to the question that started Soros’s philanthropic career: “What’s the point?” Almost the first thing we realize is that it is not impossible for our own hearts to start beating erratically at any moment. Death is a natural process. What is unnatural is living, and we manage to live for years at a stretch. Listen to this ancient verse:

मरणं प्रकृति: शरीरिणां विकृति: जीवितमुच्यते बुधै: ।

क्षणमप्यवतिष्ठते श्वसन् यदि जन्तुर्ननु लाभवानसौ ॥

Maraṇaṁ prakṛtiḥ śarīriṇāṁ vikṛtiḥ jīvitam ucyate budhaiḥ

Kṣaṇam api-avatiṣṭhate śvasan yadi jantur-nanu lābhavān asau.

“The wise say that it is natural for people to die and unnatural for them to live. If a person manages to live even for a moment, they should consider themselves fortunate.”

Vedanta teachers give the example of a jar filled with water. Suppose holes are punched into it from all sides. Should we be surprised if the water drains out? But let us suppose we find water not draining out. Now, that would be unnatural. So these teachers say, here is this body-jar filled with life-water (prāņa). Isn’t it altogether amazing that life manages to remain inside the body for years together in spite of several available exits? Fortunate, indeed, is a person who can live even for a moment!

Every one of us is a walking, breathing miracle of life. Our misfortune is that we don’t feel ourselves to be fortunate when we are living. On their deathbed people are ready to spend a fortune to be able to survive a little longer. We understand the blessing of being alive only when we are faced with the imminent prospect of death. It is only then that most of us—and a few, not even then—begin to question the value of our life’s achievements.

Something like that seems to have happened to George Soros, which brought forth the question “What’s the point?” As it turned out, the death-scare that Soros got was only a false alarm. But it had done its job of awakening this man and directing his life’s energies into a more fruitful, meaningful and fulfilling channel. While it would have been easy to forget one erratic heartbeat, Soros chose to remember it—fortunately for him and fortunately for the millions of his beneficiaries.

What about your and my heartbeats? Is it necessary for us to wait until we get some ominous signals in some unexpected way at some unexpected time? By then it might be too late to pull through. Why not begin the preparation now, this very moment, when things don’t appear so bad? We must proceed along two fronts: one, learning how to be ready for the inevitable event called death; and two, ceaselessly remaining conscious of the blessing of being alive.

At first sight, the two—life and death—appear to be different from each other, but they are not really different. They are just two sides of the same coin. If we know how to die, we’ll automatically know how to live, and vice versa. But because of our inborn dread of anything connected with death, how-to-live discussions seem to be more pleasant than how-to-die discussions. No discussion on life, however, can be complete without reference to death, just as no discussion on death can be complete without reference to life.

It is possible to see life as a period spanning two deaths—the death of my previous body in my last birth and the upcoming death of the present body in this birth. What we do within this intervening period determines the course of our future existence. What we are experiencing now has been determined already by what we did in the past. This is the theory of karma. It is neither fate nor God’s will. Karma simply means being accountable to myself. I don’t have to search for scapegoats for my follies or blame others for my woes. I just have to recognize and accept my own responsibility in being what I am and doing what I do.

Responsibility goes hand in hand with awareness. If I’m responsible for something or someone, I must be aware that I am responsible. Else how will I—and why should I—willingly employ my time and energy in that direction? I am responsible for my own life, my present and my future. When I keep my awareness shining brightly on this important truth, I know what I must do in order to attain my goals.

Goals we all have, but not all of us have cared to examine them mindfully. If we do that, keeping our own prejudices and pet ideas aside, we shall discover that quite a number of our so-called goals are no great shakes. Not only are they worthless, they are also a needless drag on our time and energy. Instead of making us more free, more happy, more peaceful, they bind us, they create new anxieties in us, they disturb our inner harmony. When we find this during our sane moments, we must have the courage and wisdom to abandon these goals.

Many of our goals start out as the means to some other goal and at some stage they get promoted to being goals in their own right. Then the mischief starts. Take, for instance, the desire for happiness, security, stability—a perfectly understandable, agreeable desire. To fulfill this desire I need money. This too, let us assume, is OK. Money is thus the means. Then I start on my money-making spree. So long as I remember that money is the means, I am safe.

But it is not easy to remember this always, because we find that most of us forget this often. Money suddenly becomes the goal and ceases to be the means. People sacrifice their existing happiness, security, stability—to get more of which was their goal, remember—and run madly after money. This often leaves them with precious little time to spend time with their family, or to play, or to read books, or to do gardening, or to saunter along a stream or in a park. There is no longer any time for such things. 

Time is money in this bustling, hurried world of today. So time should not be “wasted.” We are so busy with our careers and with making money that we ignore the happiness which is already available. We know, of course, that a bird in hand is worth two in the bush, but we are so taken with those two, that the bird in hand flies away. When shall we, oh when shall we, realize that our present happiness is infinitely more precious than some future happiness which may never come.

The problem is that “future” happiness can never be experienced. What is experienced is always “present” happiness. Life can be lived only in the present moment. The past has already gone, the future is not yet here. If we don’t develop the capacity to identify and experience our present happiness, we shall totally miss the future happiness when it finally arrives and becomes the present.

The same thing applies to our desire for stability and security. We already have these to some extent and we want to strengthen these. That’s fine. But we go about doing this by undermining or ignoring our existing stability and security, while dreaming of some special kind of future stability. That’s crazy. Again, no one knows what’s in store in the future. Here is the present—right now, right here. If I value the present and deal with it intelligently, the future will take care of itself. If I want to be happy in the future, I must learn to be happy in the present. There is no other way.

Back in 1980s when I was in our Delhi monastery, we had a kitchen-assistant named Lal Singh. This young man, who was in his early twenties, hailed from the Garhwal region in the foothills of the Himalayas. Hardworking and somewhat clownish, Lal Singh was loved by all. He received a decent salary and could have, within his means, lived happily. But he wanted to get rich—and do it quickly. So he bought lottery tickets every month, not one or two, which would have been all right, but many tickets, exhausting sometimes more than half of his salary. Until the results were out in the papers, he would be then on tenterhooks.

Most of the time he drew a blank. On some occasions he won a few minor prizes, more or less recovering the money he had spent that month. It was customary for him to approach some young monastic with a request to check from the newspaper whether he had won anything. As the swami or brahmachari scanned the numbers, the expression on Lal Singh’s face was worth seeing: hope, anxiety and, when the news was bad, the inevitable dismay.

Once Lal Singh won ₹500; he was on cloud nine. He had already decided what to do with this windfall. His reasoning was simplistic: if I got 500 today, I’m certain to get 500,000 tomorrow. That is how we found him the following month coming with 500 lottery tickets and a newspaper: “Maharaj, could you please check these for me?” Not even one of those 500 tickets proved lucky. Lal Singh nearly wept. We thought this blow would wean him away from his addiction to lottery. But no. Next month he had again a bunch of tickets in his hand, and hope and anxiety on his face.

Poor Lal Singh! He could have had enough happiness, security and stability, if he had tried to live within his means and been reasonable about improving his lot. But his dream of some kind of super happiness, super security, and super stability made him close his eyes to the happiness, security and stability already available to him. He lost the bird in hand and never managed to lay his hands on the two in the bush.

At least a little bit of Lal Singh lives in all of us. So we have to be careful. How do we go about exercising care? The method is simple enough, provided we are simple ourselves. All we have to do is find a quiet corner, stop the roving mind from fishing in the troubled waters of the past and the future, and bring it to a stop in the cool, steady, still pool of the present—and ask this question: “What’s the point?”

When I am not sure whether I should do something, I can ask myself: Is it really worthwhile to do what I am doing? Is what I am doing now connected with what I want to achieve? Is there a better way to do it than how I’m doing it now? Questions like these are implied in that simple “What’s the point?” The more often we ask this question to ourselves, the more of our useless, unexamined, even self-destructive, pursuits we shall be able to get rid of. In addition, this will make us more goal-oriented, transforming our life into a more purposeful, joyful and speedy journey towards freedom and fulfillment.

Life is not just any journey, it is a pilgrimage. People around us are fellow pilgrims. Service really means sharing. We may not be billionaires (yet), but even without that it is possible to share with others what little we have. It doesn’t always have to be money. It could be a little of our time or energy or talents or possessions—used in service of those around us without expecting anything in return. At the least, a few kind words or a smile. If even this is too difficult, goodness gracious!—then what’s the point?

“What’s the point?” is another way of asking the question: “Why?” Read more about it here.

[mianfadi]

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You could use this to each cover substance and flood up downloads which are mind-blowing, you could pick gets for every single one of the three agreeable associations to reveal up, in spite of you can pick a target FB URL to send likes to a custom FB URL likewise as you do with WPLike2Get.

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DigitalOcean Review ( Why it Might Not be Right for Blogging )

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Individual Verdict

With all genuineness, Digital Ocean is a decent host. On the off chance that you are a blogger utilizing shared facilitating, all of a sudden relocating to advanced sea can resemble a jar.

It has been similar to four months since I have moved to computerized sea and I have hold of nuts and bolts here. I would now be able to have a site, make it keep running in minutes.

I have tried advanced sea from a blogger's perspective. Since I not to manage the interface once I introduced WordPress, I confronted no issue.

You won't need to open your advanced sea dashboard once you've setup WordPress (as long as you don't botch up something). The main time you'll be returning is the point at which it is the ideal opportunity for recharging your facilitating.

In the event that you are a blogger, moving to DO can absolutely spare cash.

Be that as it may, you'd need to take an expectation to absorb information in seeing how to physically include SSL(in case you require it), how to setup server in server pilot (or whatever server administrator you choose to utilize), setting up messages et cetera.

For me, the bend was certainly not a major ordeal. With the valuing and highlights consequently, I think Digital Ocean merits giving a shot.

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Digitalocean is a cloud facilitating organization situated in America. The entire foundation was made with maintaining designers in center. Headquartered in New York City, the organization was established by Moisey Uretsky, Ben Uretsky, Jeff Carr, Alec Hartman, Mitch Wainer.

The prime point of the organization was to make an available stage which can be anything but difficult to utilize and can help individuals in moving their undertakings to the cloud.

Since their initiation in 2011, the organization has seen a sensational development( and they merit it as well). With more than 550k individuals utilizing the administration, they've come up as a standout amongst the most confided in cloud facilitating stage.

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1. They've given a great deal of accentuation on keeping things basic. On the off chance that you essentially peruse their site, you'd see how the pages have been made with negligible plan. Indeed, even the usefulness of the stage is very straightforward.

2. Servers are sent in as less as 55 seconds. Then again, the 99.99% uptime acts like a wonderful finish and makes them one of most solid assets. I do not understand how secure the stage is on account of I am not quite a bit of engineer myself, but rather so far nothing terrible has happened.

3. The control board is anything but difficult to explore, and I see a large portion of the things in spite of not being a designer. Their API offers incredible control and customized understanding.

4. As a man who adores tests, I cherish their estimating model. You're just going to be charged for what you utilize. They don't have month to month bills; you're charged for every hour use. It may sound awful for a few people, however to me, it is an aid since I continue testing a huge amount of thoughts constantly. The month as far as possible likewise guarantees that you'll not maximize on spending.

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5. Propelled Equipment: Digital sea gives industry review hardware to draw in application, and web engineers. They comprehend the advantages and requirement for ground-breaking, perfect and super quick experience. One of their offering focuses incorporates SSD cloud server which you can get up in like 55 seconds. On your server, you get the best HEX center machines alongside devoted ECC slams that go alone strong state hard drives.

The greater part of the plans accompany 1GB/second system interface(I genuinely have no what that is), with the starter design offering 1tb exchange restrict. The breaking point clearly increments in the upper level designs. They have various server farms the world over.

6. Instinctive API/Control Panel: When you have such ground-breaking and super cool gear, you require an even super great interface to deal with it and present it in a composed way. This is something that Digital Ocean has taken care of like a master. They offer a custom API to engineers, with which you can change the interface and revamp it 100%. Once more, to be completely forthright, I do not understand what that is, I oversee things from inside the control board as it were.

Inside the control board, you get the chance to control your areas, group accounts, and obviously bead administration and creation. One of their best highlights is that they enable you to introduce WordPress in a single tick.

I think this element is one of their endeavors to bring more bloggers into their stage. The main issue is that you can introduce single WordPress in one bead with a single tick. Be that as it may, you can push it to a couple of increasingly in the event that you have a server administration stage like server pilot.

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7. Dynamic Knowledgeable Community: Majority of the web has comprehend the requirement for help. Subsequently, you see web facilitating suppliers advancing "support, live talk" and so on in their promotions. One of such things is having a FAQ or Knowledgeable base.

Computerized Ocean has a wide network of master designers who're utilizing the stage. In my long periods of being a blogger, I've discovered that engineers are tremendous individuals and extremely anxious to enable individual to individuals (yell out to Vinay katiyar, server symbol, and Parth Patel that helped me deal with my servers at some point).

8. DigitalOcean has made an incredible inquiry and answer condition which is effectively available. You can peruse by classifications to check whether the inquiry you're searching for has been addressed as of now or not. They have additionally transferred instructional exercises for utilizing capacities which are accessible in DigitalOcean.

To make this one stride this further, they even offer impetuses to individuals who need to encourage the network. Not exclusively do they distribute your name on the top to bottom instructional exercise (on the off chance that you distribute one), they likewise pay $200. On the off chance that you have an essential article, which isn't too profound, You will get $100. Regardless of whether you distribute updates or industry news, you get $50.

9. Advanced Ocean's site offers a ground-breaking network. They're stuffed with instructional exercises, FAQ, and different things which you can use in time of the issue. They likewise have an assistance segment which gives answers to relatively every question that you may have. In the event that none of these assistance, they offer a ticket based framework for help.

Presently, I am not a major fanatic of ticket based help. Hostinger and some different hosts have consumed me on this one. I want to have live visit bolster. In spite of the fact that, to this date, I have not utilized help more than 4-5 times. Be that as it may, it would be cool on the off chance that they offered live visit. You can in spite of the fact that talk with their help on Twitter, yet there is no evaluated holding up time thing there

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Masters of Using DigitalOcean

1. Uptime Guarantee: Digital Ocean gladly vessels 99.9% uptime in view of their wonderful gear.

2. Private Networking: The super cool API makes it conceivable to organize different virtual servers.

3. Exchange Virtual Servers: You can likewise exchange your cloud server records to different servers around the world anytime.

4. A single tick Installing: Right from making a bead to introducing WordPress, you can complete a huge amount of things in a single tick introduce way, ideal for individuals who don't have the foggiest idea about a great deal of coding.

5. Get Paid to Write: They pay to distribute articles. In the event that you are an enthusiastic engineer, this can be great offer

Cons of Using DigitalOcean

1. Unmanaged Hosting ( No Cpanel): There is no Cpanel. They are cooking essentially to proficient engineers who definitely know how to deal with such things. In case you're a blogger, this can be an issue.

2. Constrained Support Options: They don't offer live talk or telephone bolster. In spite of the fact that, the ticket based help appears work fine. You can likewise visit with help on Twitter. Be that as it may, there is no settled turnaround time.

3. Email administration: For utilizing a space email, i.e. rachit@hacknovations.org, I needed to utilize an outside framework. In shared facilitating, this used to be to a great degree simple.

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DigitalOcean Review ( Why it Might Not be Right for Blogging )

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Individual Verdict

With all genuineness, Digital Ocean is a decent host. In the event that you are a blogger utilizing shared facilitating, all of a sudden moving to computerized sea can resemble a jar.

It has been similar to four months since I have relocated to computerized sea and I have hold of nuts and bolts here. I would now be able to have a site, make it keep running in minutes. https://hacknovations.org/digitalocean-review/

I have tried advanced sea from a blogger's perspective. Since I not to manage the interface once I introduced WordPress, I confronted no issue.

You won't need to open your advanced sea dashboard once you've setup WordPress (as long as you don't foul up something). The main time you'll be returning is the point at which it is the ideal opportunity for reestablishing your facilitating.

In the event that you are a blogger, moving to DO can positively spare cash.

Yet, you'd need to take an expectation to absorb information in seeing how to physically include SSL(in case you require it), how to setup server in server pilot (or whatever server administrator you choose to utilize), setting up messages et cetera.

For me, the bend was certifiably not a major ordeal. With the estimating and highlights consequently, I think Digital Ocean merits giving a shot.

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Prologue to Digital Ocean

DO_Logo_Vertical_BlueBefore notwithstanding starting the survey, I'd get a kick out of the chance to pause for a minute, and simply say that I am a major devotee of their naming plan. As in sea, at that point servers are called beads. I simply love the naming plan.

Digitalocean is a cloud facilitating organization situated in America. The entire foundation was made with maintaining designers in center. Headquartered in New York City, the organization was established by Moisey Uretsky, Ben Uretsky, Jeff Carr, Alec Hartman, Mitch Wainer.

The prime point of the organization was to make an available stage which can be anything but difficult to utilize and can help individuals in relocating their undertakings to the cloud.

Since their initiation in 2011, the organization has seen a sensational development( and they merit it as well). With more than 550k individuals utilizing the administration, they've come up as a standout amongst the most confided in cloud facilitating stage.

Striking Features of Digital Ocean

Strong State Drives (SSD)

Worldwide Image Transfer

DNS Management

Private Networking

99.99% Uptime SLA

Skimming IPs

Group Accounts

Simple Scaling Through Versatile API

Level 1 Bandwidth

KVM Virtualization

Computerized Ocean Features Explained

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1. They've given a great deal of accentuation on keeping things basic. On the off chance that you essentially peruse their site, you'd see how the pages have been made with negligible plan. Indeed, even the usefulness of the stage is very basic.

2. Servers are conveyed in as less as 55 seconds. Then again, the 99.99% uptime acts like a wonderful finish and makes them one of most solid assets. I do not understand how secure the stage is on the grounds that I am not a lot of designer myself, but rather so far nothing awful has happened.

3. The control board is anything but difficult to explore, and I see the majority of the things notwithstanding not being an engineer. Their API offers awesome control and customized understanding.

4. As a man who cherishes tests, I adore their evaluating model. You're just going to be charged for what you utilize. They don't have month to month bills; you're charged for every hour utilization. It may sound terrible for a few people, however to me, it is a help since I continue testing a huge amount of thoughts constantly. The month as far as possible additionally guarantees that you'll not maximize on spending.

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5. Propelled Equipment: Digital sea gives industry review gear to pull in application, and web designers. They comprehend the advantages and requirement for great, spotless and super quick experience. One of their offering focuses incorporates SSD cloud server which you can get up in like 55 seconds. On your server, you get the best HEX center machines alongside committed ECC smashes that go alone strong state hard drives.

The majority of the plans accompany 1GB/second system interface(I sincerely have no what that is), with the starter design offering 1tb exchange confine. The utmost clearly increments in the upper level designs. They have numerous server farms far and wide.

6. Natural API/Control Panel: When you have such intense and super cool gear, you require an even super amazing interface to deal with it and present it in a sorted out way. This is something that Digital Ocean has taken care of like a professional. They offer a custom API to engineers, with which you can change the interface and redesign it 100%. Once more, to be completely forthright, I do not understand what that is, I oversee things from inside the control board as it were.

Inside the control board, you get the opportunity to control your areas, group accounts, and obviously bead administration and creation. One of their best highlights is that they enable you to introduce WordPress in a single tick.

I think this component is one of their endeavors to bring more bloggers into their stage. The main issue is that you can introduce single WordPress in one bead with a single tick. Be that as it may, you can push it to a couple of increasingly on the off chance that you have a server administration stage like server pilot.

digitalocean's locale

7. Dynamic Knowledgeable Community: Majority of the web has comprehend the requirement for help. In this manner, you see web facilitating suppliers advancing "support, live talk" and so forth in their advertisements. One of such things is having a FAQ or Knowledgeable base.

Computerized Ocean has a wide network of master engineers who're utilizing the stage. In my long periods of being a blogger, I've discovered that engineers are fabulous individuals and extremely anxious to enable individual to individuals (yell out to Vinay katiyar, server symbol, and Parth Patel that helped me deal with my servers at some point).

8. DigitalOcean has made an awesome inquiry and answer condition which is effectively available. You can peruse by classifications to check whether the inquiry you're searching for has been addressed as of now or not. They have likewise transferred instructional exercises for utilizing capacities which are accessible in DigitalOcean.

To make this one stride this further, they even offer motivators to individuals who need to encourage the network. Not exclusively do they distribute your name on the inside and out instructional exercise (in the event that you distribute one), they additionally pay $200. In the event that you have a fundamental article, which isn't too profound, You will get $100. Regardless of whether you distribute updates or industry news, you get $50.

9. Advanced Ocean's site offers an intense network. They're stuffed with instructional exercises, FAQ, and different things which you can use in time of the issue. They additionally have an assistance area which gives answers to relatively every inquiry that you may have. On the off chance that none of these assistance, they offer a ticket based framework for help.

Presently, I am not a major fanatic of ticket based help. Hostinger and some different hosts have consumed me on this one. I want to have live visit bolster. In spite of the fact that, to this date, I have not utilized help more than 4-5 times. In any case, it would be cool in the event that they offered live talk. You can despite the fact that talk with their help on Twitter, yet there is no assessed holding up time thing there

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Professionals of Using DigitalOcean

1. Uptime Guarantee: Digital Ocean gladly water crafts 99.9% uptime in light of their great hardware.

2. Private Networking: The super cool API makes it conceivable to arrange numerous virtual servers.

3. Exchange Virtual Servers: You can likewise exchange your cloud server documents to different servers around the world anytime.

4. A single tick Installing: Right from making a bead to introducing WordPress, you can complete a huge amount of things in a single tick introduce way, ideal for individuals who don't have the foggiest idea about a considerable measure of coding.

5. Get Paid to Write: They pay to distribute articles. On the off chance that you are an energetic engineer, this can be great offer

Cons of Using DigitalOcean

1. Unmanaged Hosting ( No Cpanel): There is no Cpanel. They are cooking essentially to proficient engineers who definitely know how to deal with such things. In case you're a blogger, this can be an issue.

2. Restricted Support Options: They don't offer live talk or telephone bolster. In spite of the fact that, the ticket based help appears work fine. You can likewise visit with help on Twitter. Notwithstanding, there is no settled turnaround time.

3. Email administration: For utilizing an area email, i.e. rachit@hacknovations.org, I needed to utilize an outer framework. In shared facilitating, this used to be to a great degree simple.