#robert greenhill

[alexanderpearce]

funny little article i found / the last confession of alexander pearce (2008) / review of van diemen’s land (2009) / van diemen’s land (2009)

[alexanderpearce]

cuthbertson narrative, printed in alexander pearce by dan sprod

'you know, he's a very smart young man, ollie. but he would sell his own grandmother to get ahead.'

[thewarriorspecial]

Greenhill High (CH5 - The Weekend Part One)

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Teen | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Wally West, Katma Tui, Alan Scott

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A little something special for @hobicat!

Our beloved characters are starting their weekend. Excitement--and boba tea--is brewing at Radu's Cafe.

Late afternoon light pours in through the windows and Kyle is still deep in the soft, warm covers of is bed. He is also deep in gratitude that it is finally the weekend and he doesn’t have to get up before the sun in order to get to work on time.

Back in New York he never even thought about owning a car. He never had to do so much hurry-up-and-wait to get where he was going; waiting to pull out of his space, waiting at the traffic lights, waiting in line on a merge ramp, just fucking waiting as six lanes came to a full stop in both directions. At least when he was using public transportation he was always moving. Suburban life was isolated and exhausting. 

So he kept sleeping.

——

Meanwhile, in a row house on the cusp of suburban and urban living, Hal strolled out of his backdoor and into his narrow twelve by thirty-five foot “garden”. He had his enormous over ear headphones on and a book under his arm. He carefully navigated the goat path through the junk that littered the tiny space as he made his way to the hammock at the end of the property. 

At the siren call of the broken screen door banging shut, Hal’s biggest fan stormed down their freshly painted deck and climbed onto a small ladder. The balding man’s narrowed eyes and furrowed brow peered over the eight foot fence. 

“You ever gonna do anything about your fucking grass?!”

Hal smiled and waved as he wondered what fucking grass the man was referring to. There was so much rust and debris strewn about the property it looked like Genghis Khan had salted the earth. 

Then Hal remembered he had a front yard. He so rarely used that door because going through the back limited the amount of nosey-ass neighbors he had to talk to. There were probably vines growing over the windows by now.

‘Eh,” Hal thought, 'Whatever keeps the sun out keeps the cooling bill down.’

All of Hal’s flag waving neighbors gathered on nice weekends to grill and bitch about taxes yet none of them recognized the efforts he put in to keep those taxes low.

“Alright man, have a good one!” Hal shouted as he settled into his hammock and turned to his book. The man’s mouth was still moving and the occasional excited gesticulation could be seen over the fence. As Hal’s mind faded into the world of knights and magic, he truly appreciated the fruits of his labor—finding a loophole that allowed him to build a regulation five foot fence on top of an existing three foot structure. 

Robert Frost was absolutely right about fences and neighbors.

——

Nearby, in a quaint three-bedroom, one-bathroom cottage, it was brunch time. 

After spending the early hours lounging in his wife’s arms, a very tall, sexy math teacher made his way to the custom built kitchen to begin chopping fresh vegetables for the perfect omelette. 

John’s slippers shuffled softly across the dark wood floors. Katma had picked out the wood and John lovingly cut and laid a beautiful herringbone pattern throughout the first floor. His loosely tied, navy blue robe fluttered behind him like a cape. 

Hearing the coffee pot gurgle to life, Katma stretched and began thinking about getting out of bed. She watched her husband’s beautiful body glide down the hallway until he vanished into the kitchen. She smiled to herself as she settled into his side of the bed, breathing deeply of his scent left behind in his pillow. 

Sleeping with her coworker had been an excellent decision. 

Falling in love, getting married, living together—all of that was surely destined as they were so perfect for each other.

But sleeping with John, specifically this morning—both times—had been a very excellent decision.

——

Ford.

Eff. Oh. Are. Dee.

Found On Road Dead. Fix Or Repair Daily. Fucked On Race Day.

“Son of a bitch,” Wally snapped as he punched the steering wheel. The horn made a sad attempt at a honk, but mostly sounded like a crushed party favor. 

Could that mean the issue was with the power? Maybe start with no spark? It was a fresh battery so he was losing power somewhere. 

Wally groaned as he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. There were very few more frustrating problems to solve than the dreaded no-crank, no-start. Of course, everything being soaking wet with river water wasn’t really helping the diagnostic process. 

“Why?” Wally had asked simply when John had explained he had “Taken a little detour”. 

“I was in a bit of a situation, mate. Had to get out the most direct way possible. Hillbillies do love their guns,” John obfuscated his reasons for tearing ass through the woods, probably used to people falling all over his British accent and not asking further questions.

But Wally was a scientist and he prided himself on his further questions. 

“Why?” He tried again.

“Well, mate, it’s like this. No shit, there I was—“

“No.”

“No?”

“Stop. Just give me the keys. I don’t wanna know.”

“Thanks, mate. I really owe you,” John says as he turns to leave. 

“Oh you do. About thirty-five hundred from last time. Your assistant seems convinced that your house just gets up and flies away. So I’ll be needing an address for that bill.”

“As soon as I’m settled in somewhere, you’ll be the first to know,” John says over his shoulder.

“Mm-hmm.” Wally fails to mask his brewing irritation as he takes the keys. If only he could stop being such a helpful little people-pleaser. 

“Oh, by the way,” John adds as he lights a cigarette next to the No Smoking sign, “Don’t open the trunk.”

“Christ.”

“You wouldn’t believe—“

“I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Wally banged his head against the seat to try and clear the memory of the strange and unhelpful conversation. In a futile effort, he turned the key again. Through the struggling blower motor came the stench of burning plastic and something rotting. It mingled with the haze of stale cigarette smoke that was the hallmark of the kind of sick animal that smoked with the windows up.

When the radio powered up, it began playing an unholy mashup of Brass Monkey and Under Pressure. No matter how hard Wally smacked the faceplate, none of the buttons worked. As long as the car was on, that awful music played. 

Surely this car had come straight from Hell.

“I should’ve been a stripper,” Wally groans.

——

“He’s really cute,” Guy says out loud to himself as he looks at Kyle’s Linkedin profile picture again. He’s leaning on the desk in his home office, chin in his hands, and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to chastise himself for sighing. 

Kid that good-lookin’ surely had someone already. But it didn’t hurt to look. 

So Guy looked. And looked and looked. He searched through every available social media outlet where he could find Kyle Rayner. His twitter gave absolutely no clues to his relationship status. That page was filled with retweets of memes and the occasional 3am shitpost with one or two likes. 

The Facebook page had over two thousand friends but again was just a minefield of memes and links. Video games, anime, daytime TV. The same handful of people either liked his shared posts or busted his balls for liking things. One poster in particular seemed to go out of his way to make Kyle frothing mad. They kind of resembled each other but didn’t share a last name. Maybe they were cousins? Did Kyle not know about the block button?

After perusing hundreds of photos, Guy realized all of Kyle’s previous relationships had ended the same way. In all of the pictures, Kyle’s lovely face sported the same uncomfortable take-the-picture-already expression. All of his professional accounts used the same school-picture-day-perfect smile. He always stood on the girl’s right side. Everything followed a distinct pattern. It all seemed so…premeditated.

Guy came to one horrifying conclusion.

This dude was a serial killer.

——

The late afternoon sun beat on the shutters of Radu’s Cafe. Inside, the eponymous owner was beginning the prep work for his popular movie night. Every weekend he’d show a movie that was funny, or classic, or appropriately seasonal and crowds would gather to rowdily enjoy their favorites. There may be a special hell for people who talk in the theater, but this was not that kind of place. 

The local school staff had started the tradition a few years ago and as their students came along so did the rest of the neighborhood. Radu couldn’t be happier. It was great for business but a beloved gathering place was great for the community and that had been his true dream when he had bought the run-down property after the previous owners had suffered a break-in followed almost immediately by a flood. 

The location was on the main street where there were wide sidewalks and ample angled parking. He also bought the lot behind the building and converted it into a little skate park. Kids came to the park in droves, finally having somewhere they were allowed to play on their bikes and skateboards. There weren’t many parks of any kind in this area and Radu was happy to have the laughter of children outside of his window every day. 

Radu gently patted the brand new boba tea machine. He’d never pictured himself as a trend chaser. He’d imagined himself a classic restauranteur, running a place with a menu full of family recipes from back home. Life was funny that way. Now he couldn’t imagine doing the same thing every day of the week. 

——

A landline phone chimed merrily from the kitchen wall in the home of the reclusive, irascible History teacher. Nothing on earth pissed Alan off quite like being made to get out of his fully reclined leather chair. He leaned as far over as he could manage without falling out of the chair until he could read the large letters on the caller id box. It bore the name of one of his coworkers so he knew he had to get up and answer it.

Having a job was such fucking bullshit. He missed being rich and lonely.

Alan made a series of grunts, groans, and other old man noises as he got to his feet and dragged his arthritic body to the source of the disturbance. 

“What?” Alan barked into the phone.

“Hey, Alan!” Harold’s unnecessarily and probably fake cheerful voice sounded tinny and far away on the ancient speaker. 

“So it is,” Alan gritted his teeth, white knuckling the receiver in the Herculean effort to keep down the Dad joke of “Hay is for horses!”

“I was calling to ask if you’d like to join the rest of the faculty—“

“No.”

“Don’t hang up!” Hal added hastily. Alan had a way of deciding he was done with a conversation and he had the terrible habit of just hanging up without saying bye. “We’re going to Radu’s for movie night.”

“I hate movies.”

“You do not hate movies.”

“I hate your movies.”

“It’s not my pick, it’s Guy’s.”

“I don’t like him either.”

“I don’t think you like anyone.”

Alan said nothing. He’d rather drop dead than admit Hal was right about anything.

“Your joints crave Vitamin D, Al.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Come outside and sit with us. I’ll cover you.”

“Hm.” Alan knew he had a weakness for food and his favorite food was free. And his joints did ache. “Who’s going?” Alan definitely didn’t want to talk to any of his students. Stupid little assholes couldn’t find their own country on a map of their own country. 

“Just the people you tolerate. And the new guy.”

“Hm.” The new guy looked young and Alan had a rule about talking to people under 35. 

“He’s cool, I promise. Besides, don’t you want to see Guy make an ass of himself?”

“Hmm,” Alan’s pondering took on an upward inflection. 

“So you’re coming?”

Alan bit back another joke. He and Harold were Forbidden from laughing in front of each other after The Incident. He didn’t know one could sprain their diaphragm and he didn’t want to relive the experience. “Fine,” he acquiesced with a sigh.

“Great! See you tonight.”

Alan hung up the phone with a bang. He hated plans he didn’t have time to cancel.

[atlanticcanada]

N.S. community frustrated with water quality, receiving no provincial funding

A small community in Nova Scotia has learned they will not be receiving provincial funding for good quality water.

The 30 residents living in Salem, N.S., cannot remember a time when they had good water.

Over the years, the community has been calling for clean, drinkable water. Hard, salty water rusts and discolours everything it touches.

With the Salem community located far from the Municipality of Pictou County, a water system was never built.

However, over the years, communities around the area began to populate with new homes, schools and other amenities. This forced the municipality to expand its water system to those areas.

Homeowners in Salem then began requesting to have water and wastewater extended to the community.

According to Robert Parker, Pictou County warden, the municipality drafted a proposal for a funding program.

“Through this program, the provincial and federal government would cover nearly 70 per cent of the project, while the municipality would cover the rest," he said.

Parker says the proposal included residents’ testimony and the project’s design and cost.

Eleven months after submitting the proposal, the municipality received a notice that Salem water and wastewater are not going to be funded.

“It was upsetting. I had spoken to people [in the community] thinking they are going to approve us since we’ve submitted applications before. They were always approved,” said Parker.

Parker decided to meet with the minister of municipal affairs, John Lore, and said he was met with reasons that did not make sense to him.

“They said the density of the population was low, the form was submitted late, and some of the information was missing.”

The municipality’s chief accounting officer, Brian Cullen, followed up with the department of municipal affairs and they said the application was incomplete.

However, he said the municipality has similar submitted proposals in the past that were funded.

“I think at the end of the day, the department had material they wanted to support and the project didn’t match up with that,” Cullen said.

The MLA for the area, Karla MacFarlane, said she was unaware of the issues in the community.

“The municipality, for whatever reason, neglected to involve me from the start and when things got off the rails, that’s when they got me involved,” she said.

Jocelyn Cruickshank is one of 30 homeowners in Salem.

She has lived in the area for 25 years, and while she loves the community, the poor water quality has impacted her financially and emotionally.

“We don’t have company over meals. You can come and sit in the living room but not the kitchen. It’s hard,” she said.

When Cruickshank and her husband moved in to her house, there was a dug well and a drilled well, which the previous owner was using, but once her and her husband had kids the well would frequently run out of water.

“We got a third well and the other two are shut off,” Cruickshank said.

Like everyone else in the community, Cruickshank has to buy bottled water or get it from Greenhill Spring to cook, clean and even brush her teeth.

Cruickshank has had to replace taps, pipes, and the washing machine numerous times throughout the years.

“We don’t have a washing machine last for more than a year,” she said.

She has also installed filtration systems, but after a year those would break down as well.

“It costs $10,000 and then on top of that we would have to have it fixed every quarterly," she said.

Throughout the years that she has lived in Salem, Cruickshank says she has never had family dinners at her home.

“People can taste the salt off the utensils we would be eating from,” she said.

Cruickshank says she has considered moving many times but does not believe she would get a mortgage approval from the bank for her house because of the water.

After the municipality’s proposal was rejected by the province, the municipality voted to pay for Salem’s water system itself.

If the costs are close enough to the $2.7 million estimate that was in the original proposal, Salem could see clean drinking water by the end of this summer. 

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/Fa6pMOg

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

We’re now calling the unit Robert Frost , as stated on the Greenhills blog

PFFT WHAT? Why of all names Robert Frost? Is that Unit’s VA in the short or something?

[coda-cola-39]

A Star Is Born

{A biography on Lea Salonga.}

Renowned for her crystalline voice and perfect pitch, Lea Salonga truly is one of Broadway’s best. An inspiration to aspiring Asian actors and actresses, she is best known for her various roles in musical theatre, as well as being the iconic voice behind Disney princesses, Jasmine and Mulan.

Born Maria Lea Carmen Imutan Salonga, she hails from Ermita, Manila, but spent the first six years of her life in Angeles City before moving there. Her parents were Feliciano Genuino Salonga, a naval rear admiral and shipping company owner, and María Ligaya Alcantara, whose father once served as mayor of the town. Musical talent seemed to run within the Salonga family, as her younger brother, Gerard Salonga, likewise thrived in the industry as an orchestral conductor.

Even in childhood, theatre intertwined with Lea’s life. She debuted at the age of seven in The King and I with Repertory Philippines, and soon played the titular role in Annie two years after. At the age of nine, she also recorded her first album, Small Voice, with her brother, which went on to receive a Gold record in the Philippines. Following the success of her debut album, she hosted her own musical television show, Love, Lea, and appeared in a number of television projects and films.

In 1988, she finished her secondary education at the O. B. Montessori Center in Greenhills, San Juan, Metro Manila. In addition to that, she participated in the University of the Philippines College of Music's extension program, which trained musically talented children in music and stage movement. Later on in life, she studied at Ateneo de Manila University. When she moved to New York, she took on two courses at Fordham University and juggled it in between jobs.

Despite her musical prowess, Salonga originally planned to pursue a medical career, and studied biology throughout her freshman years in Ateneo de Manila University. Her Broadway career was kickstarted by that fateful audition during her college years. Unable to find the right East Asian actress to fill the role as Kim, the producers of Miss Saigon traveled from country to country and eventually settled in the Philippines. For her audition, the then-17-year-old Lea chose to sing On My Own from Les Miserables; to this day, she credits this song as the catalyst for her international career.

And in 1989, the extensive search for Miss Saigon’s Kim draws to a close, with Salonga originating the role. Although the shot to fame daunted her, she would go on to garner multiple awards for her performance, including being the first woman of Asian descent to win the coveted Tony Award. It all comes full circle back to the song that launched her Broadway journey when she stars in Les Miserables as Eponine, returning later on as Fantine.

Salonga officially moves to New York City at age 28, purchasing her own apartment. She returns to the theatre scene in 2002, playing the lead role in a revival of Rodger and Hammerstein’s Flower Drum Song. Over the course of the musical’s Broadway run, she meets Robert Chien, whose cousin was in the cast. The two take a liking to each other, and after a few years of dating, the couple married in 2004 in Los Angeles. The arrival of their first child, Nicole Beverly Chien, follows shortly after in 2006. The Salonga family appears to have a penchant for perfect pipes, as their daughter follows her mother’s footsteps by starring in a choral performance of Matilda.

Salonga’s talent doesn’t start and stop with just her luscious vocals. Besides theatre, she’s ventured into writing in 2008 and has written numerous columns for the Philippine Daily Inquirer. She has also published a book, Playlist: A Celebration of 35 Years, documenting her experiences in the show business. In October 2010, she was also named a United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization Goodwill Ambassador, and she has pledged to be an advocate for the FAO's Youth and United Nations Global Alliance initiative.

There’s no doubt that Lea Salonga has made quite the name for herself. Over the 43 years of her career, she has performed for countless national leaders: from the Queen Elizabeth herself to Corazon Aquino. She has collaborated with the most popular artists. She has won the most prestigious awards and heralded as a household name in the industry.

But the road to success isn’t a smooth-sailing one, and she’s faced her fair share of difficulties and setbacks. As a person of color working in a foreign country, she’s faced prejudice and has been rejected theatre roles for being Asian. She mentions spending many sleepless nights over the expectations that come with being an Asian playing typically Caucasian roles. Despite this, Lea doesn’t resent any of it. Not if all those trials led to where she’s standing now.

“It was all worth it,” she states in an interview for Sky News. “If it meant making it easier for generations of Asian actors, it was all worth it.”

Through the characters she has played, Lea Salonga has continued to inspire and touch people's hearts. As for me, she has certainly been what sparked my love for theatre. I fondly recall when I heard her sing the iconic On My Own piece in the Les Miserables Dream Cast for the first time through the radio. Her voice told me a story of love, loss and life with such ease, and in a way, it’s what spurred me to tell stories of my own through song. Lea Salonga told me stories I saw myself in – and in return, I did my part in telling hers.

[linguisten]

https://clics.clld.org/

Every language has cases in which two or more concepts are expressed by the same word, such as the English word fly, which refers to both the act of flying and to the insect. By comparing patterns in these cases, which linguists call colexifications, across languages, researchers can gain insights into a wide range of issues, including human perception, language evolution, and language contact. The third installment of the CLICS database significantly increases the number of languages, concepts, and data sources available in earlier versions, allowing researchers to study colexifications on a global scale in unprecedented detail and depth.

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Colexification network centered on the concepts of “hand” and “arm”© J.-M. List, T. Tresoldi

With detailed computer-assisted workflows, CLICS facilitates the standardization of linguistic datasets and provides solutions to many of the persistent challenges in linguistic research. “While data aggregation was generally based on ad-hoc procedures in the past, our new workflows and guidelines for best practice are an important step to guarantee the reproducibility of linguistic research,” says Tiago Tresoldi.

Effectiveness of CLICS demonstrated in research applications

The ability of CLICS to provide new evidence to address cutting-edge questions in psychology and cognition has already been illustrated in a recent study published in Science, which concentrated on the world-wide coding of emotion concepts. The study compared colexification networks of words for emotion concepts from a global sample of languages, and revealed that the meanings of emotions vary greatly across language families.

“In this study, CLICS was used to study differences in the lexical coding of emotion in languages around the world, but the potential of the database is not limited to emotion concepts. Many more interesting questions can be tackled in the future,” says Johann-Mattis List.

New standards and workflows allow for the reproducible harvesting of global lexical data

Building on the new guidelines for standardized data formats in cross-linguistic research, which were first presented in 2018 (DOI: 10.1038/sdata.2018.205), the CLICS team was able to increase the amount of data from 300 language varieties and 1200 concepts in the original database to 3156 language varieties and 2906 concepts in the current installation. The new version also guarantees the reproducibility of the data aggregation process, conforming to best practices in research data management. “Thanks to the new standards and workflows we developed, our data is not only FAIR (findable, accessible, interoperable, and reproducible), but the process of lifting linguistic data from their original forms to our cross-linguistic standards is also much more efficient than in the past,” says Robert Forkel.

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Global distribution of languages included in the CLICS3 release, identified by language family© S. J. Greenhill

The effectiveness of the workflow developed for CLICS has been tested and confirmed in various validation experiments involving a large range of scholars and students. Two different student tasks were conducted, resulting in the creation of new datasets and the progressive improvement of the existing data. Students were tasked with working through the different steps of data set creation described in the study, e.g. data extraction, data mapping (to reference catalogs), and identification of sources. “Having people from outside of the core team use and test your tools is essential and helps tremendously in fine-tuning all processes,” says Christoph Rzymski.

With CLICS and its workflow being accessible to a wider audience, scholars cannot only directly contribute to the database in the future; they can also profit from the established machinery and start their own targeted collections. “The number of linguists who actively use our standards and workflows is constantly increasing. We hope that the release of this new version of CLICS will propagate them further,” says Simon Greenhill.

Publication: Scientific Data

DOI: 10.1038/s41597-019-0341-x

[madrasbook]

Once Upon a City: Amusing Anecdotes about Madras

Madras that is Chennai celebrates its birthday on August 22, possibly on presumption, going by what S. Muthiah, the city’s finest chronicler who left a treasure of information on the city, records in Madras Rediscovered, which has run eight editions starting from 1981. A deed was signed on behalf of John Company by Francis Day and Andrew Cogan with the local Nayak rulers in Wandiwash and Poonamalle, Venkatappa and his brother Aiyappa, and that deed is dated as July 22, 1639.

That grant is dated July 22, 1639, but since Day reached Madraspatam – the name mentioned in the grant – only on July 27th, the chances are that ‘July’ is an error and August 22, 1639, is more likely the date the East India Company acquired the land to found their settlement.

The British men were given a small strip of land (which Muthiah terms “no man’s sand”) on lease on which they established a “trading post that was in effect a warehouse-cum-residence with some fortification,” to quote Muthiah.

And the land was chosen in Madras hyped up on a lie by Francis Day that cotton cheap in Madras as Day claimed in his recommendation to his superior, Andrew Cogan. And the city—which did have a notorious scale of gossip and scandals later on due to colourful men decorating the East India Company’s services or their agents, friends, or just men from England—was ostensibly founded on a famous gossip:

Day’s own explanation for choosing this barren, sandy site was that its hinterland offered “excellent long Cloath and better cheape by 20 per cent than anywhere else”! A noted gossip of the time, however, had it that the choice was determined by Day having a mistress in Portuguese San Thomé; the nearby settlement-to-be would ensure “their Interviews might be the more frequent and uninterrupted”! Whether this was indeed the case is a matter for conjecture, but that there was a mistress appears to have been gossip with some substance; a friend and successor to the charge of Madras, Henry Greenhill, is reported as having succeeded to the willing gentlewoman!

Madras Rediscovered is not a boring collection of facts and details to construct the past of Madras but a charming text to be read to understand how a small trading post evolved to become the metropolis of modern times, told in a very conversational, yet sophisticated and flowing language.

Where you actually give yourself to giggles, laughs, disbelief, and even tears are the anecdotes that punctuate the 20 chapters, which Muthiah chooses to name Once Upon a City. The first one begins thus:

I had promised to show him Robert Clive’s watering-holes in and around Madras. Little did I realise he’d turn up at my house in the best Clive manner, complete with coach and escort. His outrider that morning roared up on an iron steed, quickly dismounted at my gate and threw a smart salute. Moments later the carriage chugged up behind the police inspector and ensconced in the auto-rickshaw was a short, tubby, safari-suited Stanley Clives peering owlishly through heavy glasses to make sure he’d got right an address no Clive had ever known. Once sure, he broke into a broad, most unClive-like grin and proceeded to explain the comedy of errors that had earned him a police escort and which had raised in his esteem more than a notch the Madras police force whose sense of duty encompassed helping harassed strangers.

So a Clive (he also tells how the Clive became Clives) descendent arrived to meet Muthiah in an autorickshaw escorted by a police vehicle. What a setting! That engaging style, with wit and humour, is what you could expect to be treated to in these anecdotes. The main narrative about Madras is full of flourishing text that draws you in, arrests your senses, and piles up your curiosity.

You better read up on how the Survey of India had its roots in Madras. There are stories on mysterious murder, heads over heels love that would make would make “true love an eternal bestseller”, and the forgotten merchantmen (among whom my favourite is Coja Petrus Uscan, the Armenian merchant who enabled the connect between Mambalam and St. Thomas Mount through the Marmalong Bridge [now Maraimalai Adigal Palam]).

Muthiah delves into the Cooum (which once was a bather’s delight, now a polluted nightmare), the French dalliance with Madras that fell through only because of a poorly designed treaty, and life of Annie Besant and how printing came to Madras in the following anecdotes.

The stories of Parry & Company and Crompton & Company, two of the affluent British firms of Madras in their heyday, the founding of Indian Bank, Indo-Saracenic architecture, Edward Winter who was Day’s contemporary, film making in Madras and the city’s metamorphosis are captured in other anecdotes.

I have my favourites though in those Once Upon a City anecdotes—about The Hindu, on my lifeline poet Bharathi and on mathematical genius S. Ramanujan, and the Chepauk cricket ground.

The bewitching write on Chepauk first:

To me – and to most enthusiasts of the game as played in another, more leisurely, perhaps, even more gracious, age – cricket in Madras will for ever be associated with Chepauk’s lovely sward of lush springy turf tended with infinite patience and care to billiard table smoothness by Munuswamy of old, the entire emerald oval surrounded by towering cassias and acacias, some a century old, shedding their cool shade over low, tin-roofed stands. From these stands, which did nothing to mar the English county cricket ground atmosphere of Chepauk, you could watch in stretch-legged comfort Johnstone and Ward and Nailer, Gopalan and Ram Singh and Rangachari do epic battle against each other in the annual Pongal Week ‘Tests’, the Presidency Match that pitted European versus Indian in many a famous contest, then team up together to do yeoman duty for Madras against the rest of India in the Ranji Trophy matches of the 1930s and 1940s. [my emphasis]

Once Muthiah bowls you over, you go on to finish the story in double quick time and keep going back to it for inspiration, again and again. Talking of Pongal tests, which at one time the Chepauk was famous for, and we, the young then, often termed Indian sloppiness on the field as buttery fingers (after a generous scoop of Sakkarai Pongal with hands)!

The Hindu is an icon of Madras, always holding a place in the city’s ethos with an unparalleled history, a rare case of a newspaper intertwined with a city’s culture. Muthiah wrote Madras Miscellany for years in this newspaper without a break! Except once when his home was flooded in 2015 and when he finally had to give up due to his uncooperating health. Those stories were served on Monday morning with unfailing regularity, with this chronicler’s gaze often deep and amusing. But let’s get back to The Hindu itself, in Muthiah’s words:

“You might like The Hindu or you may not,” starts this chronicler, who should have collected copious paper cuttings of this newspaper in to his journals. And goes on to say, albeit grounded in the very tradition of the land:

… the paper has always reminded me of a one-time neighbour abroad. A middle-aged wisp of a woman in a nine-yard saree, chattering away in impeccable but strongly accented English, she organised the neighbourhood’s best coffee parties and bridge sessions in the mornings, drove herself through snarled traffic for sareed tennis in the afternoons, and with supreme aplomb threw boisterously successful cocktail parties or staid sit-down dinners, replete with her best silver and traditional vegetarian cuisine, in the evenings. Yet she remained true to Olde Madras in all those years, in dress and makeup, in habits and customs, above all in the practice of rituals of faith and worship. She was, bless her daunting soul, the finest example I knew of that rather overpowering but slowly vanishing personality, the Modern Orthodox Madras Conservative. And The Hindu has tended to be that over the years.

Only he could style The Hindu as “A middle-aged wisp of a woman in a nine-yard saree.” And what follows about the newspaper’s history is nothing short of fabulous. And he told me once that he was so inspired by the coverage of Lakshmikanthan murder case in the newspaper.

The mathematical genius of Ramanujan is not what Muthiah dwells upon but his life struggle and his work. Not so much with linguistic flourish though. On occasion, your eyes moisten while reading it because of the way the story is told. Combined in this anecdote is also the story about S. Chandrasekhar, the astrophysicist who won the Nobel in physics, long after it was due though. Maybe the future generations would get some inkling of this outstanding scientist from Muthiah’s account. I for one didn’t know much about this tall figure in such detail before reading it here.

Bharathiar is a universal poet. And there would be a few who wouldn’t have heard about him in the Tamil land. And to immerse yourself into his works gives not only inspiration but also a charge that would light up your life, for ever. Muthiah writes:

During the two years that he was a subeditor with the Swadesamitran, Bharati not only was trained as a journalist by Subramania Aiyer but also acquired his fire. The bouquet of heady wine made Bharati want to burst into patriotic verbal extravagance.

Not much about Bharathi’s fiery poetry finds mention but more of his journalistic career and life forms Muthiah’s focus. He says:

Bharati, in exile and deprived of a journalistic career, undoubtedly turned softer. The same thing had happened to VOC, who had come out of jail a crushed man, and, earlier, Subramania Aiyer, who had been shattered by the very threat of imprisonment. Aurobindo Ghosh, a fellow exile in Pondicherry, turned to spiritualism and V V S Aiyar, another fiery revolutionary in exile, turned to the world of letters, writing the first Tamil short story in 1917, Kulathangarai Arasamaram, after an initial spell of training gunmen. In this atmosphere of broken dreams and literary timewhiling, Bharati attempted to retain his interest in politics by writing sedate letters to the editors of Madras journals. As his prose became less fiery, his verse became more lyrical. He became the supreme poet. He also gave up his rural indifference to appearance and opted for a buttoned-up frock coat, loose turban to hide his baldness, and a pampered moustache to go with his clean shave.

Muthiah weaves into Bharathiar’s life as a careful observer, picking up the story in its magnificent simplicity, and this was so thrilling to read, of his meeting with C.R. Srinivasan, manager of Swadesamitran, when Bharathi rejoined the newspaper:

They introduced themselves. Srinivasan later recalled: “The Bharati I saw that day is indelibly imprinted on my mind’s eye. Middling height. Thin build. Shining, light brown complexion. Layer after layer of a turban wound round the head. A broad forehead. A dot of kum kum of a quarter anna size in its middle. Thick brows that stood guard over the roving eyes. The upturned nose highlighting the sunken cheeks. Though an aggressive moustache hid the upper lip, the lower lip revealed a listless life. A shirt without buttons to cover the body and an alpaca black coat over it. That too torn while jumping from the cart. He sat on the chair. Tongue-tied, the eyes rolled around, sizing everything. They alighted on me also, moving up and down. Rebellious eyes; sorrowful eyes; eyes that exuded peace; eyes that captivated. They stole my heart.”

The greatness of Bharathiar told in succulent text, captivating to read. Who says Muthiah has left us? His text speaks to us and the city’s now popular historian, Sriram V, has kept alive his memoirs of the city by covering many of the sites, especially favouring North Madras, described in the book in his heritage walks.

If working with these two men of letters and history isn’t a blessing, what is?

[booomcha]

Chapter 8.5 : Dear Diary, Miss Georgia Greenhill

Chapter 8.5 : Dear Diary, Miss Georgia Greenhill | Kai is offered a plea deal. Will he take it or go to trial? #booomcha #nobledoubt #simlit #sims3story #sims3 #simsnovel

The more I speculated about the upcoming trial, the more weight I lost. Dry heaves, and hyperventilation was the new normal. The mere thought of returning to a tiny, fetid cell was enough to make me chain smoke and drink too much.

But that wasn’t the answer. And if it wasn’t, what was?

My family couldn’t have shown more support. My parents let me stay with them, and my cousin Robert and I…

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Hollywood Reporter, October 16

Cover: Bob Iger and Disney+ 

Page 8: Contents 

Page 10: Contents 

Page 17: The Report -- South Park, LeBron James, Hollywood and the new self-censorship mess 

Page 18: Shari Redstone explores plan to launch Fox News rival 

Page 20: NFL’s ratings comeback: What’s stoking the fire? 

Page 22: NBC News chief’s writing gigs add drama to Ronan Farrow flap, Americans divided over Matt Lauer fallout and NBC response 

Page 24: Box Office, Broadcast TV, Cable TV, Billboard Hot 100, Billboard 200 

Page 26: 7 Days of Deals -- Endangered? Hardly. Bob Weinstein attempts animation comeback, More streamers? No Problem for MIPCOM sellers, Rights Available! The Education of Brett Kavanaugh by Robin Pogrebin and Kate Kelly, The Divines by Ellie Eaton, Film -- Zoe Kravitz, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Samara Weaving, Billy Porter, Daveed Diggs 

Page 27: Cherry Jones, Elisabeth Moss, Felicity Jones and Shailene Woodley, Russell Crowe and Kevin Williamson, Len Wiseman, Colm McCarthy, Television -- Mandy Moore, Michael Bloom, Chuck Lorre, Sarah Silverman, Holly Hunter, Rob Gronkowski, Jenna Dewan, Digital -- Alfonso Cuaron, Patrick Moran, James Vanderbilt, Jason Sudeikis, Clive Owen, Kerry Washington, Hadley Robinson, Erik Oleson, Real Estate -- Lisa Henson sold to Michael Patrick King, Sebastian Maniscalco, Rep Sheet -- Arnold Schwarzenegger, Francis Ford Coppola, Pamela Adlon, Gwen Hollander 

Page 29: About Town -- Next Big Thing -- Da’Vine Joy Randolph 

Page 30: Wellness tips for sharks, THR Confidential -- which studio kept its priceless papers in a salt mine? 

Page 32: Yes, I Did Say That! -- Mindy Kaling, Ana Navarro-Cardenas, Noah Oppenheim, Elon Musk, Courtney Kube, Paula Abdul, Ted Sarandos, Jane Fonda 

Page 34: THR’s Power Business Managers Breakfast -- Lou Taylor and Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Ashley Cullins and Andrew Meyer, Randy O’Connor and Harvey Gettleson and John Rigney, Shawn Holley, John A. Blakeman and Buwa Ijirigho, Steven Shapiro and Eric Fulton, Robin Greenhill and Michelle Benedict and Heather Kinder, Scott Stuber and Martha Henderson, Rob Seltzer and Steve Campeas, John McIlwee and Alex Grissom 

Page 35: Power of Style -- Jordan LaValle and Meg Chapman, Bozoma Saint John and Negar Ali Kline, Carolyn Manetti and Stephanie Gisondi-Little and Ann Cherkis, Dana Asher Levine and Mindy Weiss, Richard Weitz and Matthew Belloni and Alexandra von Bargen and Debbie Flynn and Andrew Weitz and Francesca Pittaluga, Tanya Gill and Caryn Capotosto, THR’s Women in Global Entertainment Lunch -- Marisa Guthrie and Dream Hampton and Brie Miranda Bryant

Page 36: Gala in the Garden -- Gloria Steinem and Rita Wilson and Judy Chicago and Ann Philbin, Jordan Peele and Ron Meyer, Song Kang-ho and Park So-dam and Bong Joon-ho, Elizabeth Chambers Hammer, Chris Martin and Beck, Katie McGrath and J.J. Abrams and Roxane Gay and Debbie Millman, amfAR Gala -- Hale Leon and Frankie Grande and Lea Michele, Christina Aguilera, Dan Bucatinsky and Gwyneth Paltrow and Don Ross, Alan Cumming, Jay Ellis and Tricia Helfer, Eva Longoria, Paris Jackson, Rumer Willis, Cheyenne Jackson 

Page 38: Rambling Reporter -- Adam Driver and Mark Hamill, Jared Leto upset over Joker film, tapes of Judy Garland’s last performances, Nicholas Britell, Power Dining -- Kamala Harris and Shangela, Michael Barker, Jon Feltheimer and John Burnham and Bryan Lourd, Andy Cohen and Bruce Bozzi and Simon Halls and John Mayer and Ricky Van Veen, Edgar Ramirez, Jennifer Stallone, Conan O’Brien, Robert Herjavec 

Page 40: Hitched, Hatched, Hired 

Page 42: The Business -- Aaron L. Gilbert 

Page 44: Tim Cook’s bumpy TV launch 

Page 48: Martin Scorsese isn’t wrong about Marvel (he isn’t right, either) 

Page 52: Authenticity is everything for a star’s beauty brand -- Lady Gaga, Ryan Seacrest, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jessica Alba, Michelle Pfeiffer, Rihanna, Millie Bobby Brown 

Page 54: Men’s Athleisure for office? Don’t laugh, Here come the electric hypercars, Power Shopping -- Sylvester Stallone, Jennifer Aniston, Diana Ross,  Katie Holmes, Hawk Koch, Max Greenfield, Jameela Jamil, Gwyneth Paltrow 

Page 56: One of the world’s largest penthouses ... in WeHo? 

Page 58: Cover Story -- Disney Over the Top -- Let the streaming wars begin 

Page 64: THR 100 -- the ranking of Hollywood’s most powerful execs, makers, stars and powerhouses 

Page 78: Miranda Kerr’s Malibu moment 

Page 82: WarnerMedia’s new war rooms 

Page 86: Inside the Katy Perry convent 

Page 90: Making art “flow” in Beverly Hills -- Sidney and Caroline Kimmel 

Page 93: Review -- Watchmen 

Page 94: Maleficent: Mistress of Evil 

Page 95: Social Climbers -- Actors -- Tyler Perry, Bette Midler, Comedians -- Bassem Youssef, Scripted TV -- Riverdale 

Page 97: Backlot -- Lina Wertmuller 

Page 98: Steve Coogan 

Page 100: Aldis Hodge 

Page 104: 90 Years of THR -- Michelle Pfeiffer’s first fairy tale was Ladyhawke

[tartantardis]

The Dalek Invasion of Scotland

(This feature appeared in both the Daily Record [Monday 18 November 2013] in truncated form and more fully in the East Kilbride News [Wednesday 20 November 2013]. The original was far longer, and sadly I can’t find the file, but I thought it was still of interest! I went to meet Paul with the Daleks under construction, and took my daughter. She was them and ran off in tears, terrified. She was six!)

THE Daleks are set to invade our television screens again – and their latest conquest plans began in East Kilbride.

To celebrate 50 years of Doctor Who, the BBC have produced a docudrama, An Adventure in Space and Time, charting the creation of Doctor Who through the early years.

The drama is being overseen by Doctor Who’s Paisley-born executive producer Steven Moffat, to form part of the show’s golden anniversary celebrations.

And the production will feature the Doctor’s deadliest enemies, the Daleks, who first fully appeared in the show’s sixth-ever episode.

To ensure the show is as accurate as possible, the BBC needed four Daleks identical to the ones which appeared during the early years – and they’ve been built at Titan Props, based in Kinning Park.

The four Daleks were built at short notice by Paul McNamara, a Greenhills resident, and Brian Quinn, who were commissioned by Dave Arrowsmith, the production designer on the BBC show.

The original Daleks were designed by BBC staff member Raymond Cusick and built by Shawcraft Models in Uxbridge.

Paul, who was a Doctor Who fan until Tom Baker left the role, said: “We didn’t have the original plans, so I went online and found a forum called Project Dalek, which had been created by fans, and got the plans there.

“They must be very talented boys as one of our chippies had a look at the plans, he’s built many a house, but he concluded these plans were mathematically impossible as the Dalek base sections with the balls are wider at the bottom, narrower at the top, and yet it still remains flat.

“But with a wee bit of fettling here and there, we’ve got it to work.”

Creating a Dalek isn’t an easy process, even once you’ve got the base section ready.

Paul said: “Getting the spheres right is something I’m really proud of. The balls in the skirt are actually the same ones that we’ve used for the eye-piece. We ordered them from the Precision Plastic Ball Company.

“They are just clear plastic balls which can be used to make Christmas decorations as they split in half and you can put whatever you like inside them. I was able to spray-paint the inside of them in Ford Olympic blue, which gives a clean finish.

“We then had to rout out all the holes for the balls to fit into, which Robert Douglas from Taigh Mor did, so they would all fit properly.

“For things like the gun, most of them were made from material I just had lying about – I’m a bit of a magpie that way, as I keep everything, you never know when you’ll need it.

“Then for the lights on the dome, I think they were originally from a 1950s London taxi, but I’ve used ping-pong balls. They’re easier to get than bits of an old cab!”

Paul’s work will be scrutinised by millions of Doctor Who fans all over the world – but he’s no stranger to working on international successes.

He said: “I’ve done various jobs through the years. I did a bit of work on Mission: Impossible 2. It wasn’t like I was making specicic action props – they are all machine-made by big engineering companies. We would be installing things like boxes on the walls, with wee twinkling lights on them.

“I was also in the dressing crew for Trainspotting – and I worked on the worst toilet in Scotland. It was one of the best tasks I’d ever had.

“The designer would come in and say it was lacking a wee bit as it wasn’t quite bad enough – to vandalise it a wee bit more. So I’d go in with a hammer and knock off a bit more, then she’d come back and want more as it still wasn’t bad enough. It was great.

“This time, though, we’re making the stars of the show in my eyes. Everyone wants to see the Daleks.”

Paul’s Daleks have to be multi-functional, as not only do they have to appear as they were in the original episodes, they have to double up as the slightly different Mark II models, which appeared in 1964s $e Dalek Invasion of Earth. Then their appearance was slightly modified, with a di#erent eye-stalk, a satellite dish on their back and a larger bumper around the base.

Paul said: “We’ve built the Mark I Daleks, which need to be modified for the Mark II version. We’ve made them with inter-changeable eye-stalks, which can be taken out and a new one slotted in place, and they can sit on the bigger base, which is just screwed on at the bottom. We’ve made the satellite dishes as well.”

He added: “I’m fairly happy with how it’s gone so far. I’ve had a few fans coming through and having a wee look and they’ve all had nothing but positive comments, which is great.”

And they’re already proved their worth, terrifying one six-year-old girl who visited during their construction, reducing her to tears.

Since the Daleks returned from London after filming, Paul has sold two of them.

He added: “I’m a model-maker – I like building and this was a great opportunity I just couldn’t miss.”

[alexanderpearce]

"adeline by alt-j is about a tasmanian devil falling in love with a woman as she's swimming" adeline by alt-j is about robert greenhill and matthew travers

[artbookdap]

Today, we're thinking about Dorothea Lange, born OTD in 1895.⁠ ⁠ Photos here are from 'Dorothea Lange: Words & Pictures,' published by @themuseumofmodernart⁠ ⁠ Featuring 70 color images and 75 duotones, this clothbound volume focuses on the unique synthesis of word and image in Lange's boldly political photography, which defined the iconography of WPA and Depression-era America.⁠ ⁠ Edited with text by Sarah Hermanson Meister. Text by Julie Ault, Kimberly Juanita Brown, River Encalada Bullock, Sam Contis, Jennifer Greenhill, Lauren Kroiz, Sally Mann, Sandra Phillips, Wendy Red Star, Christina Sharpe, Robert Slifkin, Rebecca Solnit, Tess Taylor.⁠ ⁠ Read more about the book via linkinbio.⁠ ⁠ #dorothealange #bornotd #otd #migrantmother #socialjustice #wpa #photography #greatdepression⁠ https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBZhZWutxq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[recentanimenews]

Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Die Neue These Season 3 English Dub Announced, Cast & Crew Revealed

Welcome to the start of a very exciting Spring 2022 English dub season, which we'll be launching all the way to space on April 7 with the English dub of Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Die Neue These Season 3!

Manning the ship for the first episode are these new and returning cast members:

  Ian Sinclair (Catesby in Requiem of the Rose King) as Yang Wen-li

Matt Shipman (Reki in SK8 the Infinity) as Julian Mintz

Madeleine Morris (Sorawo in Otherside Picnic) as Frederica Greenhill

Jordan Dash Cruz (Shaun in SHADOWS HOUSE) as Dusty Attenborough

Stephen Fu (Noé in The Case Study of Vanitas) as Lao

Anthony Bowling (Alciel in The Devil is a Part-Timer!) as Alex Cazerne

Chris Sabat (All Might in My Hero Academia) as Walter von Schönkopf

Mike McFarland (Odokawa in ODDTAXI) as Murai

Mark Stoddard (Slava in Irina: The Vampire Cosmonaut) as Willibald Joachim von Merkatz

Jeremy Inman (Oubi in Fire Force) as Fyodor Patrichev

Orion Pitts (Ogata in Golden Kamuy) as Olivier Poplin

Micah Solusod (Yuno in Black Clover) as Ivan Konev

Kevin K. Gomez (Nowaki in Kemono Jihen) as Peter Reamer

Richard Tatum (Jin in Cagaster of an Insect Cage) as Douglas Bateman

Cris George (Bosse in Ranking of Kings) as Narrator

Robert McCollum (Reiner in Attack on Titan) as Karl Gustav Kempff

Bill Millsap (Prosciutto in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Golden Wind) as Eichendorff

Additional Voices: Kira Buckland, Chris Niosi, Jesse Nowack, Brent Mukai, Alex Mai, Ben Balmaceda, Kevin D. Thelwell, Alex Bankier

    And of course, here's the production crew running mission control at Okratron5000 Studios:

  ADR Director: Brittany Lauda

Assistant ADR Director: Rawly Pickens

ADR Engineer: Rawly Pickens, Austin Sisk, Matt Shipman

Mix Engineer: Rawly Pickens

ADR Scripts: Macy Anne Johnson, Madeleine Morris, Matt Shipman, Y. Chang

Casting: Kocha Sound

Talent Coordinator: Stephen Hoff

Production Assistant: Nazeeh Tarsha

  Based on the novels by Yoshiki Tanaka, Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Die Neue These is directed by Shunsuke Tada at studio Production I.G, with series composition by Noboru Takagi and character designs by Yoko Kikuchi, Iwao Teraoka, and Katsura Tsushima.

  If you're a fan of epic space operas, check out all three seasons of Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Die Neue These, right here on Crunchyroll!

Thousands of years into the future, humanity has advanced into space. Here it has divided into two countries and two different forms of government: the autocracy of the Galactic Empire, and the democracy of the Free Planets Alliance. The countries have been at war for 150 years. Near the end of the 8th age of the space calendar, the appearance of two geniuses will change history forever. The unstoppable genius, Reinhard von Lohengramm, and the unbeatable magician, Yang Wen-li. As heads of the Imperial and Alliance armies respectively, the two will face each other in battle over and over again.

    Der shy man behind @Shymander, Liam is a timezone-fluid Aussie with a distinct fondness for anime, Eurovision and creating odd stats projects despite hating math.

By: Liam Dempsey

[shyrlight]

Reflection: A Lea Salonga Biography

by Ken Shyr Garcia The curtains are now open as we explore the life of a West-end, Broadway, and Disney Legend Maria Lea Carmen Imutan Salonga or simply, Lea Salonga. On February 22nd of the year 1971, Feliciano Genuino and Maria Ligaya welcomed their daughter, Maria Lea Carmen in their humble home. Feliciano, an engineer, and owner of a shipping company, and Ligaya, a homemaker and manager. Salonga’s childhood were far from the usual playing games outside as she made her first professional stage debut at the age of seven in 1978 in The King and I. Her childhood career on stage was as steady as her pitch, appearing in musicals such as Annie and The Sounds of Music. Later, she then recorded her very first album, called Small Voice, at the age of ten. Ever since childhood, Lea showed her love and admiration to Broadway. She was inspired by the-one-and-only, Barbra Streisand. During the 1980’s, she also had several television projects where she worked as a child actor. Following the success of her first album, she hosted Love, Lea, her own musical television show and became a cast of German Moreno’s That’s Entertainment. She also acted in films and received an award for the Best Child Actress from Filipino Academy of Movie Arts and Sciences (FAMAS) and three Aliw Awards for best child performer in three consecutive years. Despite the continuous success from her career, Salonga also devotes on her studies. She finished her secondary education in 1988, the same year when she released her second album, at the O. B. Montessori Center in Greenhills, San Juan, Metro Manila. She also attended the University of The Philippines College of Music’s extension program aimed to train the musically talented children in music and stage movement. In college, Salonga studied Biology in desire to pursue Medicine at the Ateneo de Manila university. It was the same year when she auditioned for Miss Saigon. Later in New York, she took two courses at Fordham university’s Lincoln Center Campus. The year 1989 was a remarkable year in Lea’s international career on Broadway, she was selected to play Kim in the debut production of the musical Miss Saigon in London. For her audition, the 17-year-old, Lea Salonga chose to sing Claude-Michel Schonberg’s “On My Own” from the classic, Les Misérables. She was later asked to sing “Sun and Moon”, that impressed the panel of judges. The song On My Own hold a significant part on Lea’s life and the starting point of her international career.  The following year after her international debut in West End, Salonga won the 1990 Laurence Olivier Award for Best Actress in a Musical, becoming one of the youngest winners of the said award. When Miss Saigon opened on Broadway the following year, she again played the role of Kim, winning multiple awards such as the Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle, and Theater World awards, and set another record as becoming the first woman of Asian to ever win a prestigious Tony Award. Salonga played the role of Kim multiple times in different nations, she then went back to Broadway in 2001 to close the production. Salonga was also the first Asian to play Eponine in the Musical Les Misérables where she sung the famous “On My Own” at the Les Misérables: The Dream Cast in Concert in 1995. She also returned to the beloved show in 2006 to play the role of Fantine. Many fans also recognized her crystal-clear singing voice of two Disney princesses, Princess Jasmine of Aladdin and Mulan from Mulan and Mulan II. Her portrayal of the beloved Disney princesses was honored by the Walt Disney Company as they bestow her with the honor of “Disney Legend” In 2004, Salonga married a Japanese Chinese Entrepreneur named Robert Charles Chien. Sooner, their love resulted to the birth of their only child, Nicole Beverly Chien. They settled in Philippines and continued their peaceful and happy life together. Lea Salonga brought so much pride to the Philippines for her overwhelming achievements and accomplishments in the industry of Broadway and Theater. Despite her international stardom, Salonga remained patriotic and continued to appear on various Television Show in the country like The Voice, The Voice Teens, The Voice Kids, as one of the coaches. Lea recently appeared in the critically acclaimed Sony musical-drama Yellow Rose in Netflix. She also appeared on different classics in the name of Broadway and played major roles.Aside from her wonderful voice, she also has a pure heart. During the pandemic outbreak, Lea released her single “Dream Again” with all profits donated to charities aiding the COVID-19 relief around the world. Now, the 51-year-old legend, is currently living her successful life in the Philippines and recently announced her return to the United Kingdom for a tour in 2022. Her pitch perfect and clarity voice opened various opportunities that led to the success that she has now. And with that, may it be ten or twenty years from now, Lea Salonga will remain the West End, Broadway, and Disney Legend that she is now.   With my love of Broadway and Musicals, I personally admire the legend Ms. Lea Salonga. She may not be the most famous person in the Philippines, but she is a huge star shining internationally, I admire her talent that brought so much inspiration and pride to our nation. And despite her massive success worldwide, for me, her most important deed was the act of helping others. If I would be given a chance to replicate her life, I would go with it. Just like her, I wanted to be appreciated with my talent and I wanted to use this talent to help others as well. Nevertheless, no one will ever top her Shing, Shimmering, Splendid success that made her become the legend I truly admire.

[liznitz]

82 Robert Court, Bozeman, Montana 59718

Come home to a custom and upscale traditional Montana home sitting high in Greenhills Ranch with spectacular mountain and valley views and backing to 52 acres of perpetual open space with a year round waterway and several ponds just off of the property. A beautiful wood front entry hall leads into the warm and open living area with a gourmet kitchen, living room with stone fireplace and dining area surrounded by windows. to the right of the entry hall, the main bedroom suite features a large tiled bathroom with soaking tub and shower, walk in closet and loft for an office, art studio or exercise room. To the left, a hallway leads to a second bedroom with full bath, a laundry room, mudroom and access to the two, two car attached garages. On the second level, there are two bedrooms and a full bath. The daylight walk out lower level features an open family room with wet bar and bathroom, a bedroom suite with bathroom, a theater room and lots of storage areas. Anderson School district. from Liz Nitz - Bozeman Real Estate Agent https://movemetomontana.com/properties/12898-82-Robert-Court-Bozeman-Montana-59718/ via Liz Nitz - Bozeman Real Estate Agent