#mamt 3

[kd-holloman]

MaMT B3 D1 CH 9

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[tikitania]

Lots of Asks….

Catching up to my inbox. I've been super busy at work, but a lot of these have been on my mind. Thoughts on Yulia Stepnova, initially at the Mariinsky now at the Bolshoi. I have no idea what the politics were at the Mariinsky the impeded her career. Stepanova was dancing soloist roles at the Mariinksy, but a promotion was elusive. She moved to Moscow, first with MAMT (Stanislavsky), and then the Bolshoi and now she's a prima. Clearly, the move was a good one for her. I think she's a wonderful dancer, nuanced, subtle. However, I find that she's such a fish out of water in Moscow—she just doesn't have the big bravado Bolshoi vibe. She's definitely a Mariinsky ballerina and I wish her career could have flourished there, but glad she's a prima. I really like her a lot. Wondering if I think Sofya Valiullina made a mistake by going to the Bolshoi rather than the Mariinsky because she has a so-so teacher and Kuprina and Koshkaryova are getting more featured roles… I am living in an alternate universe in which Valiulina accepted a contract with the Mariinksy and fast-tracked to soloist, eventually becoming a star. She has the Mariinsky elegance with a nice splash of bravado that would make her a real stand-out. Alas, that's not happening. I also wonder if she's not as favored as the other two because she doesn't have the requisite Bolshoi body (extremely thin, very leggy.) Valiullina has some curves and Vaziev's obsession with Zakharova lookalikes makes for some really lousy casting choices and bewildering promotions. (Kovaleva, Denisova, Sergeenkova). Another alternate universe is one in which she returns to the Mariinsky after a few years at the Bolshoi….has anyone done that? Usually the migration is the other way, but one can dream. Daria Kulikova's debut in The Nutcracker. Wrote about it here. I only saw small snippets and I really liked it. I mean…she'd only graduated a month prior, but she was sweet, has lovely stage presence. Looking forward to seeing her career develop.

Do I read into the scheduling of Khoreva's (afternoon) and Shakirova's (evening) most recent Swan Lake performances? No, not really. Lots of questions about my thoughts on Khoreva's Swan Lake…

It was…middling. I just think Khoreva is a bit of a self-absorbed dancer and she really needs to develop strong, emotional connections with her partner, especially for Swan Lake. From the short clips that I saw she can do the technical things, but performances seem flat on video. Maybe there is more spark in the theater? She's not my fave, but it seems her career is ascendant not matter what. So many questions on the recent Vaganova Grads….

As for the careers of this year's crop of Vaganova graduates other than the BIG 3, we'll see them all soon on the stage and I wish them all luck! I imagine that the transition from school life to theater life is quite a shift…even shock. I try to imagine what it's like for them at 18/19, having to find apartments, make friends, figure out the politics at a company. They were big fish in a small pond, and now they're in a much bigger pond with so many talented dancers around them, all vying for roles. It can really mess with their heads. That's why I've always felt that they need a several years in the corps to just grow up as people and artists. That said, I think the Big 3 will likely be fine. they're going to need some time to adjust and settle. I'm not worried about their careers….but I think the Vaganova hype can be a double-edged sword, perhaps. Putting intense early pressure on them without giving them time and space to develop artistry…we shall see.

[maybereallyexactly]

Desaparecí.

1/09/24 3:30am

Te di 3 años de mi vida, te ame con todas mis fuerzas, te entregue mi alma, mi coraz��n, y mi vida.

Comprendí que el amor se demuestra de mil maneras, cuando una persona quiere a otra, no hay poder humano que haga que eso cambie, pero cuando la persona duda, se arruina todo.

Me di cuenta que mis amores pasados, para ser más específica, al que yo creía que era el amor de vida, no es nada a comparación de ti, de todo lo que vivimos y me hiciste sentir.

Porque tú no decías que me bajarías la luna, tú me bajaste la luna y las estrellas, me enseñaste a amar ciegamente al otro, me enseñaste lo que es amar de verdad, el amor genuino, un amor que ahora entiendo que jamás se volverá a repetir, me enseñaste que si quise mucho en mis otras relaciones, pero que tú ni siquiera eres cuantificable, eres y estás en otro nivel.

No hay punto de comparación, eres tú, y se acabo.

Me siento perdida, confundida, realmente estoy en el punto que no se si insistir una vez más, o soltar la toalla.

De lo que si estoy segura, es que mi corazón imperfecto pero completo, está contigo.

No hay mas.

Me duele tanto el pensar que nunca mas voy a poder ver esos ojitos tan brillantes, esa sonrisa coqueta con hoyuelos, y que no besare esos labios tan deliciosos, el sentir tu cuerpo junto al mío, sentir tu corazón latir, tus manos sobre mi cuerpo, tu respiración, tu olor tan peculiar.

El dormir abrazados, el levantarme cada mañana y ver tu carita junto a tu almohada gris, y que te ibas, y tu olor impregnado en la cama, en mi nariz en todos lados.

Realmente me duele que las cosas sean así, porque no entiendo como es que deje pasar tantas cosas, será por que al final del día, siempre lo último que quería ver, y con la única persona que quería estar era contigo.

A pesar de lo que fuera.

Carajo, cuando dejaste de amarme?

De respetarme?

Siempre tuvimos nuestras diferencias incluso sé que me equivoqué en muchas ocasiones pero de algo estoy muy segura, nunca desee estar con alguien más, que no fueras tú, nunca pensé en alguien más, no quería estar con nadie más, NO QUIERO.

Ahora entiendo, que esta es la verdadera historia que siempre me va a doler, y que siempre va a estar en mi corazón.

Te amo MAMT

[kd-holloman]

MaMT 3 D 1

He cursed and tried to channel his fury into controlling the electricity in the air around him. He tried to find the humming threads that laid beneath the surface of virtually everything. If he could find one, he’d be able to tap into it and he could give The Reaper what he deserved. 

Nothing happened. 

Panic felt like it put his windpipe in a vice grip. Zeus yanked against his bindings again. “What the hell did you do to me? Why aren’t my powers working? It was almost like his early days of the T.C.A.B. They’d kept him so drugged he hadn’t been able to function until they’d given him Burst to counteract the Quench in his veins. 

The thought of being powerless was terror-inducing. 

“What the hell did you do to me?” He roared. He jerked furiously on his restraints, trying to break free. “Do you think I need my powers, Reaper? I only need a sharp object and five minutes with you alone to finish the job. Be a man and let me up.” 

If his words had any impact on The Reaper, he didn’t show it. In fact, his face remained infuriatingly stoic.

Zeus made a frustrated sound and tried to pull on his bonds again. He fixed The Reaper with a loathing glare. “You won’t be able to keep me contained forever. The drugs will wear off eventually.” 

When he finally spoke, The Reaper’s voice was just as guarded as his expression. “That sounds like a problem for later. Right now, we have you right where we need you.” 

Zeus tightened his fingers around the arms of his chair. The burns lacing up and down his arms cracked and split. Pain seared through his knuckles and across the this skin on the backs of his hands. It ached all the way up his arms, past his elbows. 

“Does it hurt? Good. Use it,”  the trainer at T.C.A.B. had said. 

It was easy to shy away from the pain, but he wouldn’t. Instead, he clung to the sensation. He allowed it to stoke the fires of rage slowly burning its way up and down the bolts of lightning etched into his skin. 

The Reaper took a few steps closer. He didn’t unfold his arms from in front of his chest and he didn’t speak. Instead, he scrutinized him silently from behind the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses. 

A small part of Zeus was grateful for the barrier between their eyes. He could feel The Reaper mentally taking him apart like he was some sort of complex machine. It was unnerving. He didn’t want to know how it felt to experience the unhindered force of his gaze. 

“Where has Rick been hiding you?” The Reaper finally asked. 

Zeus had heard plenty of stories about The Reaper. He knew all about how manipulative he could be. He wouldn’t tell him a damned thing. “Go to hell.” 

The Reaper didn’t even flinch.

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[forgottenbones]

Un tipo su fb cerca illustratore per una favola + copertina (minimo 14 tavole), pretendendo lavoro GRATIS perché "l'editoria è un mercato morto". 1) Morto ce sarai tu; 2) il lavoro gratis si chiama schiavitù; 3) con la visibilità non si pagano le bollette; 4) mamt.

— Crocus lunaire 🌸 (@BluBerryCookie) February 22, 2019

[sarbas911-blog]

SAP tables belonging to subject/topic MGA - Application development R/3 material master from 3.0

SAP tables belonging to subject/topic MGA – Application development R/3 material master from 3.0

SAP tables belonging to subject/topic MGA – Application development R/3 material master from 3.0

#001 EBEW – Sales Order Stock Valuation

#002 EBEWH – Valuation of Sales Order Stock: History

#003 MALG – Assignment of Layout Modules to Materials

#004 MAMT – Material Master Texts per Unit of Measure and Text ID

#005 MARCH – Material Master C Segment: History

#006 MARDH – Material Master Storage…

[kd-holloman]

Word Find Tag Game

I know I've been pretty silent recently. I find myself in a position where writer's block has my muse bound, gagged, and locked away in a closet somewhere. I'm making small strides (definitely less than 1000 words per week), but anything is better than nothing!

So, in the spirit of tag games, I'd like to participate! Thanks @pertinax--loculos for tagging me! Here are some (very unedited) snippets from the first draft of the third book in my Mobsters and Mayhem Trilogy!

I'm going to tag a few people I think might enjoy it, but nobody is obligated to participate and if you're not tagged and would like to, please feel free! The words are War, sun/sunshine, fear, greatness.

@howdywrites, @abalonetea, @wildler, @pe-ersona, and @ink-flavored

Hope

Lightning flashed overhead. Headlights in dead cars blinked to life. Static whispered from the radios again. The hope that he’d started to feel turned to dust and blew away on the frigid winter wind. 

Haven't - I don't actually have anything along the lines of "haven't" or "have not" in my WIP right now. So, I'll do have instead!

Rick was aware that every second that passed on the clock brought him closer to looking Death in the eyes. He didn’t know if it would come for him when he stepped out of his penthouse at the start of each day, if it would come for him while he slept, or if he had forty more years of life. He wouldn’t waste his life waiting for Death to come and he wouldn’t allow himself to be taken so easily. 

He was a man of lists and schedules with plans for greatness. Death was going to have to keep stride until it was time for them to come face-to-face.

Here

Instead of turning away, the man seemed to be mildly curious. “Who did you say you were looking for? Luís?” 

Slater shook his head. The movement sent the world spinning around him again. He leaned against the streetlight. “Louis. His name is Louis.” 

The man considered it for a second. “I don’t think I know anybody named Louis. Hold on, though. Let me ask Two-Toothed Terry if he knows anyone.”

Two-Toothed who? 

“Yo, Terry!” He barked into the alley. “I got a guy out here looking for a Louis. You know anyone?” 

A moment later a man bundled up in a winter parka, hood pulled over his head to reveal only his face and his dirty, bedraggled beard appeared at the mouth of the alley. “What’cha say, Chas?”

“This guy is looking for someone named Louis? You seen anyone?” 

Two-Toothed Terry looked Slater up and down. “Is he that big bald guy that only has half an ear?”

Hurt

“He hit me! Everything he or mom told you about this–” he jabbed a finger at his brown eye – “was a lie! It was a lie and you ate it up because it was more palatable than the truth.” 

Mike glared at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

“Dare what? Tell the truth? Why? Because it hurts to look at? Sorry, but life is an ugly-fucking-affair.”

“Don’t stand there and act like I don’t love you!” Mike’s voice wobbled just a little. It could have been a trick of the light, but his eyes looked kind of wet. “Where have you been, Slater?” 

Slater’s throat hurt. A lump that felt like a tennis ball was lodged in his esophagus. “Around.”

[kd-holloman]

MaM Book 3 D 1 Ch 4

“Get out of bed, fuckface.” 

Slater did not, in fact get out of bed. He couldn’t even manage to pick his head up off from the pillow. How could he? It felt like it’d been packed with wet sand. The pillow case muffled his reply, “Go away, Matt.” 

It had been nearly six weeks since Slater and Matt had been guests receiving an all-exclusive extended stay at [redacted]. They’d had this exact conversation at least two dozen times and outcome was always the same. Matt would tell Slater to get up and Slater would ignore him. Recently, he’d started to turn it into a game to see how many seconds Matt stood there without leaving; so far, the longest he'd waited had been sixty-two seconds. Eventually, Matt would give up, sigh, and slam the door behind him when he left. 

All Slater had to do was wait it out.

He started counting. 

One.

Slater wondered how Matt hadn’t caught on that he never had plans to get out of bed. Wasn’t he tired of the same old song and dance? 

Two.

Slater hadn’t found any new leads the night before. He wasn’t going to have any now.  

Three.

“Someone is here to see you,” Matt said. There was a bite of steel along the edge of his words. 

Slater didn’t lift his face. He didn’t know who would have come to see him when literally everyone he knew was in the same goddamned house as him.

 Four.

Matt exhaled a long-suffering sigh. 

Five.

Slater waited to hear the bedroom door slam, but it never came. That surprised him, because that was what had happen every single time for the last however-many times.

“Not today,” Matt huffed. 

The mattress beneath him slid and then started to tip. Slater gripped onto the edge as if it would save him. He crashed to the floor, scraping his elbow on the carpet. As much as he wanted to stand up and punch Matt’s Adam’s apple through the back of his throat, laying beneath the mattress just to spite him was also extremely satisfying.

Slater didn’t get to lay there long before the mattress was lifted. Matt peered down at him. “Are you going to get up now?” 

“What do you care?” Slater asked. “You aren’t my dad. I don’t need you to –” 

“Slater–” 

The voice that came from the doorway sent Slater back in time an entire decade.

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[kd-holloman]

WIP Wednesday

Mobsters and Mayhem Book Three

D1 CH7

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[kd-holloman]

MaM Book 3 D1 Ch 6

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