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[thingsifindonthegroundsometimes]

sculpy garden

[waveridden]

posts on my fb feed about minneapolis during a storm :(

[vitt74]

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[mrpugtravels]

Mr. Pug goes to the Mall of America! #mall #bloomington #moa #mallofamerica #travel #mrpug #minneapolis #minnesota #midwest #mrpugtravels #travelblogger #travelholic #travelphotography #wanderlust #explorerer #globetrotter #travellife #TopAmericanPhoto #uspixels #Loves_United_America #ILoveUSA #mpls #igshotz #travelandlife #watchthisinstagood #instagood10k #worldplaces #ig_udog https://ift.tt/2qp0oLB

[phgq]

GSIS offers low-interest loan; phases out conso-loan

#PHnews: GSIS offers low-interest loan; phases out conso-loan

MANILA – The Government Service Insurance System (GSIS) will launch on Thursday (Oct. 1) a loan facility that offers low interest, enhanced loan consolidation feature, longer payment term, and one-time waiver of surcharges on all due and demandable GSIS loan accounts of its members, except housing and policy loan.

Dubbed GSIS Multipurpose Loan (GSIS MPL), the new loan program gives borrowers an additional credit line that will help them consolidate and pay their outstanding GSIS loan balances. With the implementation of GSIS MPL, the Enhanced Conso-loan Plus will be phased out.

All members with Conso-loan applications that have not been approved by the concerned Agency Authorized Officers (AAOs) on Sept. 30, 2020 will be advised to reapply for GSIS MPL.

“GSIS MPL offers our members affordable payment terms, especially those who have reached their borrowing limit and have been unable to pay their GSIS loans,” GSIS President and General Manager (PGM) Rolando Ledesma Macasaet said.

Under MPL, borrowers may apply for up to 14 times their basic monthly salary but not to exceed PHP3 million. First-time availees will enjoy waived surcharges on their outstanding loan balance.

Macasaet said MPL prevents penalties incurred by members for unpaid GSIS loans from ballooning and eating up their retirement and other benefits.

Qualified to apply for MPL are active and special GSIS members who have paid at least three months of premiums; are not on leave of absence without pay; have no pending administrative or criminal case; have no arrears under the GSIS Financial Assistance Loan (GFAL) or GSIS housing loan; and are working in agencies with existing Memorandum of Agreement (MOA) with GSIS.

In addition, they must not be tagged as suspended by their respective agencies and have a net take-home pay not lower than the amount required under the General Appropriations Act after all monthly obligations have been deducted. Their agency must not also be on suspended status.

“We urge government agencies to forge a memorandum of agreement with GSIS so that their employees may enjoy MPL’s benefits in no time,” Macasaet said.

The following GSIS service loans may be paid through MPL in the following order: Salary Loan; Restructured Salary Loan; Enhanced Salary Loan; Emergency Loan Assistance; Summer One-Month Salary Loan; Conso-Loan Plus or Enhanced Conso-Loan Plus; Member’s Cash Advance, eCard Cash Advance, or eCard Plus Cash Advance; Emergency Loan; Home Emergency Loan Program (HELP); Education Assistance Loan I and II; Fly Pal, Pay Later; Study Now, Pay Later; and Stock Purchase Loan. Not included in the program is GSIS’s housing loan and policy loans.

MPL’s interest rate is 7 percent per annum computed in advance for members who have at least three years of paid premium. For members whose PPP (paid premiums) is less than three years and for special members with at least three months of total length of service, MPL’s interest rate is 8 percent per annum computed in advance.

MPL is payable in monthly instalments from two to seven years depending on a member’s PPP and status of employment. Those with HELP accounts that are consolidated under MPL may pay the loan up to 10 years. Payments will be automatically deducted from the borrower’s salary.

Members may apply for MPL over-the-counter at all GSIS branches and extension offices nationwide or through the following methods: dropbox located in all GSIS branches nationwide; email to the GSIS handling branch; Electronic GSIS Members Online (eGSISMO), the web-based facility of GSIS; and GSIS Wireless Automated Processing System (GW@PS) kiosk for those in the GSIS Head Office.

MPL proceeds will be directly credited to the borrower’s GSIS electronic card (eCard) or unified multipurpose identification (UMID) card.

For other details on GSIS MPL, interested parties may visit, interested parties may visit the GSIS website, http://www.gsis.gov.ph; GSIS Facebook account, @gsis.ph; email gsiscares@gsis.gov.ph; or call the GSIS Contact Center at 8847-4747 (if in Metro Manila), 1-800-8-847-4747 (for Globe and TM subscribers), and 1-800-10-847-4747 (for Smart, Sun, and Talk ‘N Text subscribers). (GSIS PR)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "GSIS offers low-interest loan; phases out conso-loan." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1117075 (accessed September 30, 2020 at 10:39PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "GSIS offers low-interest loan; phases out conso-loan." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1117075 (archived).

[tarot-blee-accurate]

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[paranormalsarah]

My husband and I are both a bit introverted when it comes to avoiding crowds.  Some say it’s empathetic exhaustion, Virgo-OCD, the anxiety of the bustling crowds, beeping, coughing... I say it’s maturity’s overwhelming sense of hatred for crowds of people.  The parking, the unbuckling of seats. door handles to the MOA (germs from around the world) and then the crowds of people passing by with their enormous bags of junk.  I loathe shopping crowds.  Yet, here we are, hand in hand, smiling through it all for the sake of our children. I remind myself that some people dream of traveling to the MOA and here it is in our backyard. We stop at the smell of chocolate and taste some of the Godiva haystacks.  Just four us attending the aquarium, we pay our 72.00 and pray the crowds subside enough for us to actually see the fish.  The children are beaming ear to ear. 

LEGO Land, stingrays, chocolate candy, toy stores, roller coasters buzzing by in the background; it is magical. Their eyes heavy on the way home and Brandon and I are hoping they hit the bed early so we can unload from the busy day.  MOA is an event - I Hope the movie shows some of the lasting magic. 

[nastygraphixs2328]

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[teenagestrangler]

You know it's not like #moa ripped off this wall of fame from say another iconic Mpls institution cough #firstave wore it best

[mergisthebird]

i forgot to say i was at detour this weekend. sorry, i’m still alive, i promise!

anyway, detour was kind of weird this year. i honestly can’t say if it was good or not because i was hardly there. friday we didn’t get there til maybe 12:30, went back to roomie’s place to change and eat which took like 3 hours, went back for the rave at about 11 i think and stayed til about 1 i think. saturday we didn’t get to the con til almost 2, went back to change at about 6 or something and then went to MOA for food and stayed there til almost 9, and then we didn’t go back to the con that night at all. we just hung around said roomie’s house. sunday (today) we got to the con at 10:15 or something and i had to leave at 11:15 (cuz my littlest nephew is turning 1 :D). so i have no idea if the con was good or not cuz i was hardly there.

i will say this though, parking was absolutely horrendous. the hotel still had rooms available. and there was a severe lack of water around during the rave on friday (there was a container, but the cups weren’t being kept up and i wasn’t about to use a cup that someone else may have used. and there weren’t any water containers out in the garden court or by the consuite at that point either).

and the con is moving to the hyatt in downtown mpls next year. i’m not sure if i will be going. idk if it’s worth that kind of mess. the reason they gave was “We have loved the DoubleTree but it's time for more space!”

BULL.

SHIT.

they just need better organization. convergence is at least twice the size and they do just fine at the doubletree.

so yeah, not the best weekend ever. but i did buy a butt ton of stuff, so there’s that :P

[jkdavidson-blog]

Standing Rock Recap Part 1 (12/8-12/12)

So now that I am back in Cincinnati, and before I dive headlong back into my day-to-day business, I want to take an opportunity to reflect more thoroughly on my Standing Rock experience, to solidify it in my memory and begin to process the journey so that I can more fully integrate its lessons as I move forward. I kept some notes on my daily experiences so that I could write in greater depth later, so what I have not already journaled about in detail shall be expanded upon here. I’ve also included my posts from Facebook (in italics), as many of my more thoughtful reflections were shared there.

  8 December 2016

 Today I picked up my car—a Kia Sorento full-size SUV, AWD—loaded it up, and double-checked my packing list. I packed in a prayerful manner, a bit apprehensive about the journey ahead but repeating my mantras all the while.

I went to Thursday night dance class at Baoku’s Village. It was quite a joyful send off! I didn’t know many of the other people there, but they all thanked me for going and assured me they would keep me in their thoughts. After class, I rested for a little while before hitting the road around midnight.

The roads were a bit snowy and icy to start out, but North of Indianapolis everything seemed to clear up nicely. The 10-hour drive wasn’t so bad, after all. I sang, prayed, chanted, listened to the radio, and played songs from my iPod. I took naps when I needed to and stretched often. I was nervous but excited for what might lie ahead.

  9 December 2016

 Written about a short hike I took from a rest stop in Black River Valley, WI, which turned out to have a monument to one of the first sawmills in the country—undoubtedly erected in what had, up until then, been indigenous territory. “Mni Wiconi” and other phrases along those lines were scrawled onto the railings of the walkway that overlooked the valley.

 Good morning from Wisconsin!

What was promised as simply a "scenic overlook" turned out to be a half mile hike through the woods near a rest stop off Highway 94--and a much needed respite from the last 10hrs on the road.

I can still hear the trucks howling on the highway below, but up here I find peace in the beautiful morning sun. Also, there are reminders of the many who have journeyed before me. I send you my deepest gratitude, brothers and sisters.

Mni wiconi. This is my YES.

 I arrived in Minneapolis around noon. I had an extravagant lunch at an Indian buffet before checking into my Air B&B for a nap. I went to the Dustin Thomas concert that night. The club was really neat—it had a small concert venue and a larger dance club area. I think someone said it was Prince’s club?

The show was phenomenal! He played many songs I love but don’t usually get to hear when he does short opening sets. I met several really friendly people—Adam and Eric, who are also musicians, Jeremy and Anthony, who had recently been to Standing Rock themselves, and a fiercely loving mother named Julia Chavira. There was another wild young woman with a drum, but her name escapes me now…

I hadn’t had a night out in quite a while, and I had taken an Uber to the show, so I decided to indulge in some tequila—three glasses, which was probably a bit overboard. But all my best road trips usually involve a good hangover at some point, so be it. I danced my ass off that night, and sang along to nearly every song. The show went until 2 AM or so, which was later than I planned to be out but oh-so-worth-it.

I chatted with Julia, Anthony, and Jeremy after the show and traded contact information with them so we could stay in touch. I left there absolutely astounded at the friendliness and generosity of the crowd gathered there that night. Minneapolis, you sure made a great first impression.

  10 December 2016

 Post about a radio broadcast I heard on my way to MPLS:

This keeps nagging my conscience, so I will share:

On my way up to Minnesota, driving past Chicago around 3 a.m. I caught a broadcast by Thom Hartmann (amazing author too BTW, check out Last Hours of Ancient Sunlight). He was talking about our president elect and comparing his persona to that of Hitler and Mussolini. We probably have all heard that before, but he went into depth about the psychological tactics of a "leaders" such as them and it gave me a much deeper understanding of the validity behind those comparisons.

After his broadcast was over, I flipped to a Latino radio station (I like to practice my Spanish by seeing if I can figure out what the songs are about). They took a commercial break and this public service announcement came on. My Spanish isn't good enough to understand the finer details of the message, but it was something about people coming to your door and asking for your identification and your papers justifying your presence in this country, and under what circumstances someone can legally do that.

I felt a pang of fear in my heart. What a disturbing message to have to sit there and listen to! I realize this is a very real concern for America's international residents. They are truly fearing for their safety and freedom. This is not the America I was taught to love as a child. Shouldn't we all be concerned?

 I ended up staying in Minneapolis an extra day. With warnings of a blizzard in Standing Rock, it didn’t seem wise to drive up there just yet. Plus, I didn’t have a room at the casino until the 11th. I spent the day running around, picking up a few last-minute supplies, including a package full of long underwear and other winter gear that I had ordered from REI but which hadn’t arrived by the time I departed (ironically enough, due to the weather in the same region I was headed to, which held up shipping). Dad had to overnight it to me, which actually worked out really well. I also went to the Mall of America, which is apparently one of the major attractions in MPLS but which I had intended to avoid. However, Jason requested specifically that I pick up Alpaca wool socks, and MOA had an Alpaca store. The rest is history…

I also worked very hard to track down tire chains for myself and Lolly B. They weren’t as easy to find as I had assumed, but with Jeremy’s help I did manage to find a couple of pairs the following day.

Anthony had offered me a place to stay that night, and I was originally going to take him up on it, but as evening rolled around I was having trouble getting in touch with him. He said he wouldn’t be off work until 10…I had been running around all day with a hangover and had honestly hoped to be in bed by that time. So, I booked an Air B&B last minute (which was kind of a miracle in and of itself) and went to someone else’s house to hole up in a quiet private room for the night. The guys were disappointed I didn’t come over to hang with them, but I knew I needed the rest.

  11 December 2016

I woke up to about 4 or 5 inches of snow this morning. No sense in rushing out the door until the snow plows have had a go at the streets, I told myself. I took my time to reorganize my belongings and then set to work cleaning off the Kia, by which time snowplows were crisscrossing through the residential area I was staying in. Perfect.

I hit the highway behind another brigade of snow plows. The pavement was coated, but my AWD seemed to be pretty reliable. I was surprised how much traffic was on the road early that Sunday morning. That’s the difference between 5 inches of snow in Cincinnati and 5 inches of snow in Minneapolis—people don’t freak out about it up North.

Someone named Rosemary from the Medic and Healer Council, which had previously been unresponsive to my inquiries, called me a few hours into my drive. I guess it was the email titled “ARRIVING TOMORROW 12/11” that finally got their attention. She informed me that she had forwarded me “some orientation materials to review.” She also cautioned me about the importance of cultural sensitivity, having a camp “buddy” especially for actions, and “checking in with myself frequently.” She advised me to stop somewhere with WiFi along the way so I could download said literature “because the internet at the Casino is crap.”

I found my tire chains along the way at a place called Mills Fleet Farm (thank God!), and another Indian buffet in Fargo called India Palace, just like the one I had eaten at a couple of days before in St Cloud. After filling up on Indian food, I headed next door to Caribou Coffee to download the orientation stuff. I was overwhelmed by the herbal remedy guides, camp guidelines, medic council guidelines, hypothermia and frostbite treatment, lists of recommended equipment, suggested readings, and most of all the lengthy pamphlet on crowd-control tactics. The latter file included detailed descriptions of devices like pepper spray, sound cannons, heat rays, various “nonlethal” projectiles, water cannons, etc. I skimmed that last pamphlet in horror and prayed I wouldn’t need the information during my time at camp.

It was dark and temps were dipping below zero as I neared my destination. I started down highway 1806, the main road to Standing Rock and the casino, and was met by signs that the highway was closed. A detour was indicated, but the alternate route was unlit and covered with snow, whereas 1806 still appeared to be clear and moderately trafficked. So I continued down 1806 to see if I could get through. I’d tell them I was heading to the casino, I reasoned to myself, even as I passed more signs and a partial blockade warning, again, that the road was closed.

Then I arrived at the road block. Cement barricades created a zig-zag passageway only the most nimble of vehicles could navigate. Floodlights shone harshly against an otherwise starlit night, illuminating a small booth where a young man dressed in army fatigues was stationed. A couple of law enforcement vehicles clogged what little remained of the throughway. I rolled down my window as I slowly approached the blockade. The young man strode toward me and greeted me. “Good evening, where are you headed?” He asked politely. “To the Prairie Knights Casino,” I replied. “To the casino,” he repeated, “I’ll be right back.” He walked to the booth and reached inside. I thought maybe he was requesting clearance for me to pass, but instead he came back with a small square of paper. “Turn around here, go back 21 miles, make a left on 138. Take that road 3 miles to 6 South. Follow that road for another 18 miles to 24. Make a left on 24 and that will put you right back on 1806.” I looked at the directions, and then at my GPS. He couldn’t be serious—but of course he was. I was only 30 minutes from the casino, there at the blockade. It was dark and cold and I just wanted to get off the road. “Highway 138?” I asked. “I saw the detour sign back there, but that road looked like it was covered in ice and snow.” “Yeah,” the guard replied, “It’s a gravel road. It’s only 3 miles. If you’re not comfortable with that route, you can go back up to Mandan and get on 6 South from there.” He was artificially polite and matter-of-fact about the whole situation. In the intimidating glare of the floodlights, I didn’t feel that I had much room for negotiation. “Okay, thanks.” With a sigh, I rolled up my window and turned my vehicle around.

The blockade really weirded me out. For a while, I felt nervous that I was being followed by one of the law enforcement SUVs, but I think it was just another vehicle behind me that had been turned around also. I wasn’t sure yet what the relations were like between water protectors and DAPL affiliates, but I could assume it wasn’t exactly genial.

As it turned out, I arrived at the casino lodge sometime around 9:45, which I had intuited I might. In light of that, the whole roadblock experience made sense. It was too late and too snowy to venture into camp, so I unloaded my car and settled into my room for the night.

I had been in contact with the One Nation camp via my friend Jason, and I had some cash for them from a fundraiser back in Massachusetts. I let them know that I had arrived, and they headed to the casino to meet me. Just after I’d gotten all my supplies arranged there in the hotel room, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and was greeted by 4 beautiful young men from different reservations around the Southwest. I invited them in and they all introduced themselves. We sat and talked for maybe a half an hour. I was a bit self-conscious, a white woman with 4 Native men in my room who were practically strangers. I tried remember what little cultural advice I’d read so far, but also wondered how relevant that was to this younger generation. The leader of the group E’sha did most of the speaking. They had been talking about leaving camp since the ACOE denied DAPL’s permit and some authorities on the Water Protector’s side (including chairman of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe) were advising people to vacate camp. However, I guess the most recent council meeting had renewed their enthusiasm for staying and at that moment they sounded like they intended to be around for the winter.

Eventually, I felt much more at ease in their company. I remembered the money for E’sha, but wasn’t quite sure how to present it. At first I pulled out the whole wad of cash, but then thought better of it and gave it to him in the money belt I’d stashed it in instead. They thanked me and took their leave for the night. We talked about meeting up again sometime later at camp or the casino, but that night turned out the be the first and last time I saw them.

I had toyed with the idea of studying some of the literature I was assigned by the medic council, but by the time they left it was all I could do to climb into bed.

  12 December 2016

 First day at camp. The roads were still snowy but definitely passable as I headed North on 1806 that morning. About 10 miles from the casino I started to see the tipis and flags off in the distance. Following E’sha’s instructions, I drove until I reached the south blockade on 1806 and turned right into the Oceti camp on the North bank of the Cannon Ball river. I asked the guard at the security booth where to find the medic tent, and he pointed me straight down Flag Road and assured me I’d see the sign on my left. Sure enough, I did.

I entered the tent and was greeted by a young woman with short blonde hair named Leah. I started to explain that I was there to volunteer and she began politely telling to me that they were no longer accepting volunteers and were in fact encouraging people to go home. “Oh,” I said, unshaken. “I spoke to Rosemary just yesterday on the phone and she didn’t say anything about not taking new volunteers. I supposed I can give her a call back and find out where the medic orientation is supposed to be.” “OH!” Leah exclaimed, “You’re here for medical? Well that’s a different story!” Still, there was no formal orientation at noon (as Rosemary has suggested the day before), but Leah, a PA, started to show me around the yurt. Next to the main “medical” (read: allopathic) yurt, there was a “wellness” (read: herbal medicine) yurt. Beside that was a tipi for mental health services. There was also a warming tent directly across from main medical where people could sleep or just hang out for a while to stay warm. It seemed brilliant to me, the way everything was arranged in one small hub. That way, we could conveniently make referrals to other services as necessary—which, of course, is how our larger medical system works in theory, although not so “conveniently” in practice. The small scale of this operation certainly appeared to help it function more efficiently.

After Leah showed me all she could think to show me, we asked around to try and find out if/when there would be a formal orientation. We finally came to the conclusion it would be around 5pm. It was only noon.

I decided to walk around and explore camp for a while. I was in awe of all the bright white and the snow-encrusted structures. But it was COLD, probably around 0 degree (Farenheit). The neck warmer I had pulled up around my mouth and nose to warm the air I was breathing became stiff with frost after about 15 or 20 minutes of me walking around camp. I could feel frost forming on my eyelashes where the steam of my breath had collected and frozen.

I returned to the medic tent to observe and orient a bit more. My instinct was to pitch in once I got a feel for the intake routine, but I was quickly warned by another physician not to touch a patient until I’d been oriented. So I hung back for a bit longer, but decided shortly thereafter to leave for a while, since it didn’t seem like I could be much help until I’d been formally oriented. Besides, I had plenty of orientation materials to review back at the casino. I told the rest of the team I’d be back around 5pm for the orientation, left them my number in case anything changed, then headed back to my car.

At the casino, I made myself lunch and started looking over the orientation materials. I also got in touch with Lolly B and invited her to my room to collect the money our friend Jason had sent and the tire chains I’d picked up for her. She showed up with a handsome man friend and they stayed and chatted for a while. She had started out on a road trip West, she explained to me, when she “heard about something going on in North Dakota.” She wound up staying for 4 months offering mental health services for the water protectors. She had been there through some of the most intense days of the entire movement. When I met her, she was on her way out. She wasn’t the first one to tell me they’d dropped everything else in their lives to be in service to this cause, and she wouldn’t be the last either. The power of this movement was finally sinking in for me. I was humbled and in awe at the reality of it, and would be struck with the same feelings again and again throughout my time there. I thanked her for her service and wished her well on her return home.

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. I got my orientation around 5pm, as planned. It was really pretty informal. A young wilderness medic named Harrison talked to us about serving Natives first, about being “fiercely pro-grandmother” (and thus against the patriarchal mainstream culture), and about practicing within our scope of experience and licensure. Those were the main highlights. I spent the rest of the evening in the medic tent helping with assessments, dressing changes, breathing treatments, etc. It really hit home for me to SEE the wounds caused by the bean bags and rubber bullets, to hand out medication to ease the symptoms of the colds brought on by water cannons and witness the labored breathing of elders and asthmatics irritated by the pepper spray that had been shot at their faces.

I watched one of the other RNs, Blaine, kneel down each time he spoke to a patient. That was so moving to me for some reason. What if Western health care providers knelt, or even got to eye-level with their patients, instead of standing over their sick clients who are often slumped in chairs or laying helplessly hospital beds? Again, speechless, humble awe. It still brings tears to my eyes to think of it.

[vitt74]

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[vitt74]

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[tarot-blee-accurate]

Hey! I am #soExcited to be reading #tarotCards again @monawilliamsmn in the #mallofamerica ! I will be there #monday from 3-7! Because it is #Superbowl week, if you want to guarantee you'll get read & won't have a long wait time, call the Mona Williams store to set up an appointment at 952-854-1228! They're located on the first floor near the #applestore #whattodoinminneapolis #mpls #superbowlminneapolis #celebritysightings #superbowlweekend ⠀ #tarotbleeaccurate #tarot #mpls #psychic #🔮 #moa #superbowlevents #superbowleventsmpls #shoptillyoudrop #tarotcardreading #tarotreadings #tarotreader #psychicreading #mn #seeyousoon #multitasking (at St. Louis Park, Minnesota)