#speed wagon night bride

[futuregrooves]

Patricia - Speed Wagon Night Bride

Taken from the “Several Shades Of The Same Color” LP, forthcoming 14th July. Pre-order here.

[joezworld]

Bismuth

Bismuth - a harmless metal when consumed by humans, is known to have significant hallucinatory effects when introduced to a mechanobiological system such as a locomotive. 

Due to its non-fuel state, non-intentional bismuth contamination is rare, but has been known to occur, especially in instances when impurities from lead refining, which include bismuth, are introduced to locomotive fuel sources such as open coal bins or wood piles. 

Introduction to diesel locomotives is more complicated, and typically involves being within close proximity to steam locomotive that is burning bismuth-contaminated fuels, at which point the aerosolized mineral can enter their air intake systems. In some cases, fuel contamination can occur, however most known instances of fuel contamination have involved intentional dosing of fuel stocks with either bismuth or bismuth-derived pharmaceuticals (BDP). 

The stomach-settling use of bismuth in humans has meant that most locomotive contaminations occur after a well meaning relative or friend introduces a BDP such as Pepto-Bismol into the locomotive’s fuel or water system. 

Of course, intentional/recreational ingestion is a known activity, however all reputable sources (J. Small Berries et al) indicate that the hallucinatory events are notable in their inconsistency. The resulting "bad trips" often deter repeat usage.

- An excerpt from: The ABCs of Locomotive Health Care (10th ed., 1984) - J. Bigbooté, J. Whorfin; Yoyodyne Publishing Laboratories, Grover’s Mill, New Jersey. 

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April, 2000

Nobody’s quite sure how the bismuth got into Sodor - presumably it arrived in the shipment of coal from the mainland. The railway bought coal from a broker in London, and their usual shipment of high-quality coal had been lost - quite literally, as nobody could find it -  and therefore the broker had scrambled to find more. A Polish metal refinery was found to have some surplus coal, and it was sent on without informing anyone on Sodor of the change. 

It arrived at Tidmouth docks on a cargo ship and was promptly sent out to the big stations across the network - Wellsworth, Knapford, Tidmouth, Barrow, and Crovan’s Gate. 

The coal trains ran late at night so as to not be in the way, and it meant that most engines would take on the new coal around midday, as the last of the old stocks in the coaling stages was used up. 

It took about an hour or so for the last of the old coal in the engine’s tenders to be used up if they were working hard. 

This meant that, as the engines rested in the yards after their noon trains, a lot of things started happening...

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Tidmouth

Mid-sentence, Gordon’s eyes began to roll into the back of his smokebox. He was still speaking, but he slowly began to stop producing any intelligible sounds. His words turned into a mushy babel of slurred syllables and stuttering clicks as the men began frantically wondering if a locomotive could have a stroke. 

Nearby, Thomas giggled dreamily. The pretty pink unicorns that had suddenly appeared on his bufferbeam were prancing about in a most amusing fashion. 

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Crovan’s Gate

Percy had been undergoing a pressure test when his smoke started turning yellow. 

The men had dropped his fire and immediately began an inspection, but not before Wendell was totally enveloped in the thick yellow cloud.

Percy felt like his boiler was inflating and inflating, as though the pressure test would never stop. The men eventually stopped what they were doing as he began ranting and raving about being turned into a zeppelin. 

On the other side of the workshop, Wendell was speaking in hushed, manic tones to no-one. Whoever this “Lion” was seemed to be quite concerned for his wellbeing, even if he thought that they were overreacting. 

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Arlesburgh

The evil diesels were after him, he was sure of it. Look! There was one there! And another! And another! 

Well not today! Try and catch this example of Great Western Metal!

The men slowly backed away as Oliver ranted and raved at absolutely nothing. Duck and the Scottish twins watched from a safe distance, and decided not to get involved. 

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Barrow Sheds

James was past being concerned about the yellow smoke - the little pixies fluttering around his smokebox said that he didn’t have anything to worry about at all. 

Delta, sitting next to him in the cloud of yellow smoke, was much more concerned, but not about the smoke itself. 

"Jamie, something's wrong."

"What makes you say that?

"I can hear Jefferson Airplane.”

"What's Jefferson Airplane?"

"I don’t know."

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Barrow Yards

“Why are you not fixing this?! Don’t just stand there! DO SOMETHING YOU MEATBAGS!” Bear roared at the workmen from within the yellow cloud. He’d woken up deeply congested, and didn’t understand why they were saying he needed to be out of the cloud of yellow smoke - it wasn’t like he could breathe much to begin with, and Henry was in trouble and he clearly needed help and these men wouldn’t do anything!

“Holy shit Bear I can swim” Henry said from whatever la-la-land state he was in. 

“That’s nice dear, NOW ONE OF YOU FIX HIM OR I’LL KILL ALL YOU STARTING WITH THE WEAK ONES!”

On the other side of the yard, the men stared at the Hymek, which was bellowing and screaming at a staffing agency billboard on the side of the tracks while Henry belched yellow smoke over the both of them. 

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Wellsworth

The rails had turned to jelly some time ago. The crossties had begun speaking in the language of the beast. The sky was a deep blood-gray, and the clouds wept for their lost raindrops. The engine watched as his smoke curled away into letters of an unknown alphabet. He was concerned as to how the menaces had managed this, but he wasn’t going to let them win by acknowledging that anything was wrong. 

If he concentrated hard enough, he could just make out the signal aspects behind a curtain of iridescent sounds. That was a little bit too dangerous in his opinion, and he resolved to inform the twins that their pranks should not involve signals. 

Across the yard, Bill, Ben, and BoCo watched in horror as Edward puffed out of the yard. His pupils were two different sizes, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, he was mumbling and chittering in an indescribable fashion, and his smoke was thick and turning a worrying shade of yellow. 

But he was still pulling his train as though nothing was wrong. 

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Farquhar

The apocalyptic wasteland spread out on all sides. The sun burned and burned until the land was scorched to a godforsaken ash. The river Els was filled with blood. Roving gangs of madmen patrolled the ruins - their war machines littered with the bones of their victims.

Mad Tobias the Brown, last of the North Shed, protector of the Anopha Stone, keeper of the soul of Saint Pedroc, guardian of the survivors, rattled through the wastes with his precious cargo of human lives.

A cry rose up from his faithful warrior bride Henrietta as she sighted a roving gang approach from the south. Their war wagon was the converted husk of an old railcar that he once called a friend, but that was long ago. Now she was merely a convenient vessel for the beasts.

The war music sounded in the distance, and he set off - a confrontation was inadvisable with his charges aboard. His smoke scudded off to one side in the stiff wind as he charged - he would have to pass them at the old loop if he wished to be avoid being trapped in the Stone Mountain, and speed was key to avoid their wicked bone hand-and-a-halves.

As he approached, he bellowed a warning cry to intimate his foe. The corpse of the railcar stared back at him in a rictus grin, but its crew recoiled - as one should when facing off against him.

-

Daisy and her crew watched in amazement as Toby and Henrietta, wreathed in sickly yellow smoke, roared towards them with the midday workmen's train. They screamed through the passing loop and disappeared into the distance, incomprehensible epithets trailing in their wake.

-

Inside his cab, Toby's driver had long since given up trying to stop his engine, and was now trying to reign him in so that he didn’t come off the tracks before the fireman could finish dumping the fire.

-

Inside Henrietta, the guard pulled back on the handbrake so hard that the lever came off in his hand. It didn't work.

Terrified workmen bashed at the radio with their lunch pails, trying to make the Norwegian Death Metal stop playing, but it was no use. The radio kept bellowing out tunes even after its faceplate was smashed in, and began to get even louder.

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Toby was eventually brought to a stop near the Kyndley family's home, but Mad Tobias the Brown didn't stop yelling until the last of the coal ash was cleared from his smoke box three hours later.

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It took most of the day for the bismuth to work itself out of everyone's systems. Nobody at the railroad was quite sure what was wrong, but considering the dull yellow smoke, it was easy to guess that the coal was bad.

The broker was summoned to the island, and when he admitted that the coal was from a random colliery in Poland instead of the high quality American anthracite that the railroad had paid for, he was quickly sent packing - along with the coal!

A new coal merchant was found, and an emergency supply was bought locally to cover the gap, bringing the saga to an end.

Nobody likes to talk about it - except Daisy, who has no trouble mentioning the tale of Mad Tobias the Brown whenever she wants to bring Toby down a peg!

[penbattles]

The Red Robe

“Right now, in this moment, you feel a dull weight in your chest. It’s the weight of a love that defined and redeemed you, but you’ve forgotten who that weight belongs to. Barry, I’m you just moments ago, and I remember who that weight belongs to, and I can help you remember it too.”

Barry Bluejeans had a magic talking coin, but that didn’t mean he always followed its instructions.  He did always leave a bit of blood behind in the tank.  He wasn’t exactly sure what it would accomplish, but it seemed important.  But after that... well... the coin had put it better than he ever could.  “The weight of a love that defined and redeemed you...” Yeah.  That made sense to him, somehow.  His head felt like it was filled with static, but that phrase did something to give him a moment of clarity.  And, just as he couldn’t say who that love belonged to, he couldn’t explain why he was sometimes drawn away from the coin’s instructions, guided by a far more important purpose.

Once, the coin instructed Barry to travel through a town called Glamour Springs.  He didn’t know why.  The coin seemed fond of keeping him on a very need-to-know basis.  But what Barry did know, the second he arrived, was that this was where he was supposed to be.  That weight, the one that he had come to think of as his identity, had eased just a little bit.  So Barry stayed, and he rented a small room to sleep in, and he tucked the talking coin into a deep, forgotten part of his pockets.  And when a flashy, glamorous cooking show rolled into town, Barry couldn’t help his curiosity.  He went down to the bright, tricked-out wagon, and watched as a gorgeous elf put on a dazzling show of transmutation and cooking.  Barry wasn’t too fond of cooking- at least, he didn’t think he was- but he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he watched the elf work- Taako, his name was.  And that smile stayed on his face until the moment he tried the garlic clove chicken and felt his throat begin to close.  Minutes later, a red, spectral form rose up from his corpse, aching with loneliness as he watched his brother speed away.

The second time Barry disobeyed the coin, it was almost an accident.  He had just met a girl- a feisty little dragonborn who sometimes spoke completely in static.  She said that she was looking for a man, someone who had stolen a powerful magical artifact.  Barry wasn’t really sure what any of that meant, but he tried to help as best as he could.  And when he impulsively jumped in and saved her life, Carey Fangbattle looked at him with new respect.  Even if he had wanted to follow the coin’s instructions, then, he wouldn’t have been able to.  Before he had a chance to speak he was being whisked up to the planet’s second moon, which turned out not to be a moon at all.  Carey was going on about something called inoculation, and told him that he would first have to meet the Director.  Still a little unsure, Barry walked through the open door, where the Director was engulfed in some sort of paperwork on her desk.  She was an imposing, stately woman with dark skin and white hair, but as soon as Barry saw her, a wave of relief went over him.  He began to greet her, as natural as anything, before he realized that he didn’t even know her name.  And as soon as she heard his voice, the woman’s head snapped up, and she looked at him like she’d seen a ghost.  

The next time it happened, it was because of a wedding.  Barry just needed a place to stay for the night, and so it happened that he found himself at a town called Raven’s Roost.  Unfortunately for him, nearly every inn was completely full.  He asked the manager what was going on, and she looked at him like he was stupid.

“Why, it’s the Burnsides-Waxmen wedding, of course!”

“Yes... of course,” Barry said, realizing that if he wanted a place to sleep tonight he should probably hurry up and make it to the next town.  But somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do that.  And the next day, well, it seemed that the entire town was attending this wedding, so surely it would be in poor form for Barry to stay back.  And it was a spectacular wedding.  It took place outside, in a gazebo.  Someone told him that the groom had actually built the thing, which was almost too romantic for Barry to even believe.  And he might not have believed it, if it was not for the radiant smiles on the faces of Magnus Burnsides and Julia Waxmen.  They looked at each other like they were the entire world, and it sent a sharp pain of something akin to nostalgia into Barry’s chest.  At one point, someone asked him if he was a friend of the bride or groom.  He picked at random and and said that he was an old friend of Magnus’s, and saying that felt right in a way that he couldn’t explain.  And so he watched the wedding, and didn’t even realize that he was crying during the ceremony until he felt the tears running freely down his face.  But despite that, he spent the weeks until the destruction of Raven’s Roost completely, unbelievably happy.

In all of his incarnations, whenever someone asked Barry where he was from, he would say Phandolin.  Not because the cave where he always woke up was relatively near there.  Not because he even particularly liked the place, although he visited frequently.  It just never occurred to him to name anywhere else.  It was only years later, when he finally remembered everything, that he realized what drew him back there time and time again.  That even with his memory erased and his brain full of static, he was still searching.  Searching for the memory of an elf who was such an integral part of his being that not even Lucretia could fully cut her out.  Drawn over and over again to a dark cave, an old skeleton, and a red robe.

[one-track-daily]

Patricia Speed Wagon Night Bride (2017)

From the album: Several Shades of the Same Color (Spectral Sounds / Active Cultures)

[hethrewmyheartinthecut]

The Bride • Chapter 11

The Dressmaker: Shopping with Tommy comes with some surprises.

Prologue (if you haven’t read The Bride yet) • on ao3

Esme paused at the place where the trees met the long grass of the hill. Looking out across the landscape, she thought that the image was almost close to perfect. A stream cut across the fields to the west, and to the east, the trees' shadows were quickly shrinking against the rising sun. The two horses, roan and grey, were grazing a small distance from the fire, which Tommy had put out. He was wrestling with the tent, had on a fixed expression of seemingly permanent frustration when a lick of wind tugged the canvas this way and that in his hands.

If only there were a couple dozen wagons over there, in the grasslands below, a few fires burning, the sounds of children mixing with the low murmur of the running water. That would be the good life.

This, though, was only close enough to be dangerous.

Esme had desperately underestimated him, that had been her mistake. All that time in Birmingham, and she'd thought she understood him, but thinking back now, it was only in the past day or so that they'd ever had a minute alone; even that night at Ada's, there had been the baby between them. So now she saw the enemy more clearly, and the worst of it was not his lies, his violence, his family, his callousness, or his appetites; he could simply be who he was and that still left her fucked ten times over.

She'd like to blame that night on the situation alone. But in the woods there was nobody to lie to, so why bother? The city could help, though. She had been happy in Birmingham before, in moments: with Karl cooing in her arms, with Ada laughing at the newspaper, with John and Arthur rising to meet the noonday rush. If she could string those moments together more closely, she could make a good life of it. She just had to get back there.

It turned out to be surprisingly easy. She just walked across the grass, stood next to him as he settled the saddlebags on his mare, and said, "I think we should go back now, cut this short." She could've added, Polly's going to need a hand with the wedding, but then, no. She'd rather not have him talk to her like she was other people, so she wouldn't do it to him. It was close enough to a lie.

"I thought the same," he said, and that was it.

They talked quietly and pleasantly, in little snatches here and there, of small and irrelevant things: of Rupa's abrupt, suspicious woman; of Arthur's nascent boxing career cut short by the war; of Lizzie's ailment and Polly's slight softening towards her. But it was so casual, so blatantly on the surface, that to Esme, it only highlighted that there lay depths below. She didn't let the discomfort show.

By the time they reached the stables, trading the horses for the car with a brief hello to Curly (possibly the most charmingly friendly man she'd ever met), Esme had moved on from the complex miseries of the night to the much smaller, pettier, and more solid miseries of a thicker air, a dimmer sky, and an uglier landscape. She got lost in her head, thinking about whether all that factory smoke might make for weaker lungs or stronger ones, when Tommy stopped the car and said, "Here."

"It looks like fucking London."

The shop windows were clear, or as clear as any window could be after a half-day's worth of Birmingham traffic; the dresses on the mannequins glowed under soft lights. One of them was sleeveless altogether.

Tommy smiled. "Not exactly Selfridges, but Polly's come here once or twice. When there's been a good haul or a celebration."

As they got out of the car and crossed the street, Esme caught a young woman walking with a pram down the sidewalk, giving them both a funny look. She decided to ignore it. "Is this where you go?"

"No, I still get my suits made in Chinatown."

"Of course you do."

He opened the door for her, an anomaly that she forgot all about the second she walked in.

Before them spread a veritable sea of clothing in a rainbow of colors, enough to paralyze even the most confident woman. For fuck's sake, Esme had made most of her dresses herself. Where would she even start? She picked a direction at random and found herself looking at the beading on a delicate sea-green dress that suited neither her complexion nor her life, something suited to a flapper, something she'd never wear. She could feel the eyes of the shopgirls on her--it was midday, after all, and not on a Saturday--and did her best. This was some gesture on Tommy's part, after all, and fuck it'd been a long time since she'd last had something new. All her scarves and earrings, pawned to pay back what they owed, not to mention her mother's necklace--

"Tommy!"

Beaming at them was one of those rare women who managed to look exquisite without looking breakable, with a magnificent mane of tawny hair dark eyes that would put a doe to shame. She stood there, almost expectantly, looking at them.

Tommy met her with the rare, soft smile he usually reserved for horses and babies and old mates from the war. "Esme, this is Astrid Jurossi. She was a couple years younger than me in school. Astrid, this is Esme. My wife."

"Oh." Astrid took  her in, and suddenly Esme was aware there was likely still a bit of grass in her hair, likely too many wrinkles in her dress.

"His unbridled gypsy wife," Esme said dryly, and whatever she'd expected in return for that, it certainly wasn't a quick and lovely smile of appreciation.

"Pleased to meet you," Astrid said, and Esme was astonished to find herself believing it. The shook hands.

"Astrid, you're needed in the backroom." A disapproving woman built like a pencil with a bun on the end was bearing down on them with remarkable and frightening speed and smoothness, looking down her nose at Astrid with the unmistakeable air of a manager. Tommy's lips parted and Esme stepped on his foot. She hated the woman on sight, too, but she'd be damned if she was going to be embarrassed by her husband in a fucking department store with all the shopgirls looking. Tommy took a small step back, slipping his shoe out from under hers.

"Bye," said Astrid, just as the manager said, severely, "Can I help you?"

Esme looked her up and down with all the raw condescension of a policeman surveying a campground he was about to tear up. "No," she said finally, meeting the woman's eyes. "I don't think so."

Shopping was so much easier when she had an enemy. Esme surveyed the rows of dresses and finally came to one, white and gold, intricate but fluid. She walked to it, felt the sleeve between her fingers. The woman followed, hovering just over her shoulder, and Esme had to give it to her; she was persistent, at the least. Esme turned to her. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think," the manager said, coolly, "You may have mistaken this shop for another. The place you want is Mrs. Hart's, down on Union and Sixth."

"You're right," said Esme slowly. "It'd be a shame to get blood on something so pretty."

When she smiled, she made sure to show teeth. When she left, Tommy followed right behind.

"I can come around later and put in a word with--"

"Don't. My feelings are fine." They settled into the car. "Although I may be in love with Astrid. She's a heartbreaker, isn't she?"

Tommy cleared his throat. "She is a Jurossi."

Esme sensed she'd scored an unexpected hit, but she hadn't been trying to. There wasn't a need for it, and Esme had known that since Astrid first walked up. She had seen the way he looked at Grace and that wasn't it. There was something else, but she couldn't place it.

"Isn't Union to the south?" she said, looking out the window.

"You're taking that woman's advice?"

"Dika Hart's place may have been suggested as an insult, but better our coin goes to a Roma than that bitch. Besides, it's about time I met the Birmingham branch of our people, and I think she may be related to my second cousin."

"Polly knows them all. She could tell you."

"For once, I'd like to meet someone on my own terms, without a Shelby as introduction."

"As you wish."

Hart's dress shop was tiny and a little disorganized but within minutes Esme was already deep into it, five pairs of chandelier earrings in her hand and three dresses thrown over her arm.

An old woman in an long red jacket came out from the back of the shop and squinted at Esme, not critically, just directly. "Do I know you?"

"Esme Lee." Esme held out her hand, and at the handshake, she felt a ripple of relief and warmth go through her. Something of home was still here, even if the wagons weren't.

"Esme, very good to meet you. I'm Dika." Dika settled into a tall chair behind the counter. "So what happened? Why aren't you with the Lees? I heard they left camp days ago."

"They did. I forgot for a minute, it's funny." Esme wanted to laugh, but it wasn't actually funny. "I forgot. I'm not Esme Lee. I got married to Tommy, the middle of the Shelby boys, son of Mary Shelby, who was a Cavanaugh herself before she was married. He's just out there, having a smoke." She hooked her thumb over her shoulder.

The woman peered over the counter at the grey shape of Tommy's wool-clad shoulders, barely visible in the small window set in the door.

"Put the dresses down, child. Come here."

Esme did as she was told and Dika grabbed her hands. There was something profoundly disturbing about the strength of the grip beneath her the tissue-frail, feather-soft skin. "Listen to me, Lee. You need to be prepared for that family. I can tell he's charmed you, but that family is nothing but poison and ashes."

Esme's pulse jumped, and she had to hold herself in place to match Dika's dark eyes. "I know they're bookmakers. I know they get into fights. But it's all right. Kimber's gone, the copper's going. It's going to be all right. The family, they're all right. Everyone that's not an enemy gets spared."

"How do you account for the imprisonment of Freddie Thorne? Or the death of little Tim Whelan? Or--"

"Who?"

"Timothy Whelan went to Marcus Gates' place to take boxing lessons one day. Arthur Shelby beat him to death with his fists. He wasn't any older than fifteen. His brother covered it all in money, and made it all go away. That's the man you married."

"That's not..." None of this made sense, but Dika's eyes were iron in a way Esme couldn't doubt. She swallowed. She was scrabbling for excuses and she could hear it in her own voice. "I know he had a bad time of it after the war. It's shell shock, but he's all right now. Polly says he's come a long way."

Dika's fingers tightened, painful now in their urgency. "That wasn't 1918, child," she rasped. "That was two weeks ago."

A scrape and a sudden wash of fresh air announced the opening of the front door.

"I was thinking you should pick something up for Lizzie. A wedding present," Tommy said, and then: "Esme?"

There was a single moment of mute horror when Esme felt acutely that both Dika and Tommy wanted to protect her from each other, and that somehow, they were both right. But then the storm gathered on Tommy's face and Esme tore her hands away. "We need to go," she said.

"What did--"

"Let's go, Tommy." She shoved him back towards the door, out it, into the wind.

"Are you all right?"

"Get in the car."

When they were two blocks away, he finally said, "What is it now? I've seen those eyes before, Esme. I thought we were done with misunderstandings."

"This isn't one you can talk your way out of."

"Try me."

She looked down at her lap. The bare bones of it was so terrible that she was almost afraid to say it out loud, because it sounded unreal to the point of foolishness. "Did Arthur beat a boy to death two weeks ago, and did you cover for him?"

He was silent long enough for it to be an answer. And how many times now had she felt this awful feeling of suddenly realizing the earth beneath her wasn't fucking solid? God, she was so weary of it all, and angry, angry in a way she could feel vibrating in her fucking chest.

"Tommy."

"He didn't mean to. It just comes over him, sometimes. It's been hard for him, returning from the war, and--"

"We've all had a fucking hard time of it!" she shouted. "Half the country's mired in nightmares and the other half is dead! But you don't see everyone going out and killing boys, because that would be the entire next generation done for!"

"What did you think this family was, Esme? Did you think I'd let him go to the fucking gallows?"

"I thought he was a good man! I thought--he rescued me from Campbell, he took me out to drinks my first Friday, he taught me some of the accountant's shorthand. I was fucking--I was going to ask him to teach me how to fight, I thought I'd need to protect myself. From Campbell, from the coppers. I didn't think I'd have to protect anyone from him! I didn't think he'd be a fucking danger to just whoever breathed near him!"

"That's what a brother is, Esme."

"No! A brother is not by necessity a murderer, a brother is only the son of a shared mother, and God bless her but she was not my mother. This is not my family. Every fucking time, I think it is, and you prove me wrong. You keep me half-blind, like I'm other people, like I'm not a Shelby. This is not my family."

A grim silence settled over the car for a moment. And then:

"Be honest, Esme." He went slow, now, grave, and a little sardonic. God, she hated that voice. "This isn't Arthur alone. It's all for the same reason that you wanted to 'take a walk.'"

"Yes, Tommy. You're right. My feelings about you covering up the murder of a child are all down to my untouched cunt. You've done it! You've solved the mystery. Sherlock fucking Holmes."

Still slow, now, still controlled: "At some point, you'll have to stop seeing your father in every other man."

This was genuinely fucking breathtaking. It took her a minute. Maybe more than a minute. But then it all came pouring out. "You think I didn't fuck you because I was worried you'd betray me? That's fucking--you already have. You already have. You want to know why I had to go for a walk? Because you can't take me just because you're lonely. Why would you think that's automatic? Why do you think I would be looking to eat Grace's leftovers?"

The car screeched to a stop.

"That," he said, quietly, dangerously, "is the last time I'll hear you say her name."

For a moment, staring, Esme thought he might lay hands on her. For a moment she wanted him to. She'd prefer by far the clean blood of breaking his nose over this tangle of thorns. But then he didn't, and she spoke.

"This is your problem, with me and with every other person in your entire fucking family. You think of everything as a one-way street, and you don't understand when money and power and some useless mirage of safety aren't enough to make up for it. You can talk about my father, but I can't talk about Grace. You can demand honesty, but you can't give it. We all serve, and what do you do? A family is not a fucking company, Thomas. No matter how much you might want to run it like one."

She opened the door and climbed out. "I'm walking to Ada's." She slammed the door shut. The car sat there for a heavy second, then shot away.

Chapter Twelve • The Visit (unwritten): “Would you have come with me, if I’d asked?”

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[thatpaperlife]

I have another WIP that I’d like to share...

Totally random, I know. I’ll only post a little bit so you guys don’t get bored.

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          Hawthorn Valley was quiet during the winter. Most of the people in our small village barricaded themselves in their homes to wait out the snows. Further south in Mulberry my cousins had a milder winter, but that was a month away by foot. Their winters might be milder, but our crops were healthier for the winter breaks.

         Our little village in the valley between mountains was peaceful, our greatest worries being the inevitable harvest and the odd wolf attack. We knew little of the outer world, and cared even less. Oh sure there was a King out there, somewhere, that we were beholden to, but Hawthorn Valley was too far away for him to visit. We were so deep in the mountains that he and everyone else forgot we were there.

         Until this, my eighteenth winter, when the King decided to take a survey of his lands. Down in Mulberry he must have heard whispers of us and came tromping up the mountain with his horses and soldiers, servants and wagons. They made a mess of our road and they were very unsatisfied with mother’s inn, The Hawk’s Roost.

         I wasn’t in town for their arrival; mother had sent me out to the mountain side to look for mushrooms. My brother wanted to come with me, but he was only eight, and didn’t know the mountain like I did. I knew all the little corners where the mushrooms liked to grow so I was able to gather them with speed and efficiency. Mother’s favored basket for mushrooms was too much of a nuisance, so my apron would suffice. It was easier to tie the ends up and leave my hands free to pull my cloak tight against the wind.

         Seeing so many horses overflowing the stables was something new. Until then the most I had seen in there were a party of five; now they numbered closer to fifty-five. Their livery was sharp against the white snow and rotting wood—blues and purples of the royal line, with much yellow from the soldiers. Despite having never entertained the King before, everyone knew of their colors. It was something we all learned at our parent’s knees.

         Even out in the stable I could hear the voices of the soldiers and the servants clamoring for attention. It would have been too much for Mother and Papa alone, but when Flit passed by the window, I felt my ease return. Obviously Mother had called upon our neighbors for help. Flit was like a little sister, a scarce three years my junior, and quite energetic.

         As the front room was too crowded, I snuck in through the back door directly into the kitchen. All three cooking fires were going, and my brother was helping by carefully slicing the vegetables. Papa turned away from the pot and nodded at me.

         “Leave those with Rowe and go wash up. You’re needed.” To help make up the rooms, he meant. And play dog to our visitors, fetching them what they wanted when they wanted. This was fine, the sooner they got what they wanted the sooner they would leave.

         I couldn’t imagine anyone in Hawthorn wanted the King and his entourage to stay. Royals away from their palaces tended to attract trouble, and we in Hawthorn wanted nothing to do with trouble.

         Our inn was blessed with a handful of secret passages which I used to get to the room Rowe and I shared and wash off the dirt of the mountains. One clean dress later and I was ready to face the men of the Sycamore Palace.

         They were rowdy, demanding this or that food, many of which I had never heard of, much less could bring them. Beer was a popular demand, and I knew with the same certainty that the sun would rise that they would drink us dry before they left.

         As much as the soldiers were noisy and demanding, the palace servants were even more so. They sniffed at our woolen sheets and whined about the cramped quarters.

         Flit was cheerful through it all, as were the other helpers--Ava, Lucy, and Tait, all neighbor girls between myself and Flit in ages. They were gossipers, the lot of them, and having visitors meant they had something newer than Farmer Arnu and his strawberries to talk about. I caught Lucy making cow eyes at some of the soldiers. Mother did as well, and pulled her aside to warn her of the dangers of soldiers away from their homes.

         A broken heart hurts, no matter the cause. Bearing a child would only rub salt in the wound.

         When the food was ready we served the soldiers; Flit and I braved the servants to bring them their meals as well. As we were expecting the servants to find fault with our cooking, we weren’t disappointed by their reactions. Too hot, too cold, too bland, too salty, over cooked, under cooked; every excuse possible was brought up as to why they couldn’t eat what my family provided.

         “Then you shall have to eat what you brought with you, for this is the best of the Valley.” I told them. They scowled at me but ate our offerings, grumbling and complaining the whole time.

         With the last tray in my hands I went to the largest room at the end of the hall where I hadn’t yet been today. Imagine my surprise when Mother opened the door at my knock and took the tray from me.

         “Check in on your father and see what he needs.” She told me and shut the door firmly. Whatever was in that room, she didn’t want me to see it.

         The King, perhaps? Unless he was masquerading as a servant, then I hadn’t seen him yet.

         I didn’t waste time pondering it and did as I was told, returning to the kitchen to check on Papa. He needed help getting more beer to the soldiers and I swept up the mugs he had ready.

         The night passed in a blur of color and noise until finally the soldiers were asleep in the common room, being too numerous to fit into the scant twelve rooms of the inn. It didn’t help that those rooms were taken over by the palace servants, either.

         Papa had taken Rowe to bed, leaving us women folk to clean up the kitchen and for the younger girls to gossip.

         “Did you hear it, Ava?”

         “I’ve heard so much tonight, I don’t know where to start! What did you hear?”

         “The soldiers said their King is looking for something, some treasure that went missing generations ago. Something that belonged to the previous King that disappeared when he was just a lad.”

         “Who, the King or his father?” they all giggled.

         “Maybe he’s just looking for a bride!”

         “What happened, were all the princesses too ugly for him?” more laughter. ���He’s a King, he can’t marry a commoner! No, what he’s looking for is an amulet of some sort.”

         “Is it magical?”

         “Of course it is! Why else would he want it?”

         “Yeah, a King wouldn’t wear ordinary jewelry! Plain old gold wouldn’t suffice for him!”

         “So then what? Is it made of Dragon’s Gold and Unicorn Horn?”

         This time I shushed their laughter. I didn’t want them to wake up the soldiers and began the fetching cycle all over again.

         That was a good question though. What could a King possibly be looking for in our tiny village? There isn’t anything here that he couldn’t get in the Lowlands closer to his palace. Why risk the journey?

         Papa appeared in the door and beckoned me closer. I dried my hands on my apron and followed him up the back stairs to the third floor.

         “Wait for us here.” He said and went back down to check on the girls. Papa was always a man of few words. So I went to the room he and Mother shared and sat in Mother’s rocking chair to await my parents return.

         I wasn’t waiting long. They returned and Mother gestured me over to the big bed in the corner. Papa disappeared under the bed for a few heartbeats before reappearing, a small box in his hand.

         The sight of the box birthed a lump of dread in my heart. Why did it bother me so much? I didn’t know what was in that box, I had never seen it before.

         “This is yours now, my daughter.” Mother opened the box and removed a sharply colored emerald set in iron and hung from an iron chain.

         “I don’t want it.”

         “You have no choice. I thought I could escape the fate that comes with this by running to the furthest corner of the kingdom, but I was wrong. The King is here to claim the amulet and its wielder.”

         “I know nothing of it. I cannot wield it.”

         “The knowledge will come to you. For now you must take it and go with the King to the Sycamore Palace. You are needed there.”

         “The amulet is needed there, not me. Give it to the King and have done with it.” I felt like a brat for speaking this way, but I did not want to leave my family.

         “He cannot touch it, it was not meant for him. Only you may touch it, may wield it, may master it. Do not allow yourself to become drunk with power, and remember your roots.”

         Mother ended the argument by placing the chain around my neck and a kiss upon my cheek. “You are a stubborn one, my daughter, but I have faith in you. You will do well.”

         I could not speak, what with the pain in my heart and the anger in my head. The amulet was both lighter and heavier than I expected. Lighter, in that such a gem should have been at least as weighty as any rock of similar size, and heavier, in that I was now carrying an unknown expectation upon my shoulders.

         Mother helped me stand and walked with me to my room. Rowe was asleep, the tops of his copper curls just visible over the edge of his favorite quilt. In silence she helped me pack my few personal possessions then gestured for me to sleep as well. When she had left, taking the candle with her, I crept over to my brother’s bed and watched him sleep. This time tomorrow, I would not see him.

         Tears burned at my eyes but I blinked them away. If I began crying now I might never stop. Upon his brow I left a kiss, a last kiss. He stirred, then rolled over and slept on. I would miss him most of all.

         Sleep was a long time in coming for me, and it left me earlier than usual. Dawn was only now beginning, and the Valley was still in the land of dreams. I shouldered my pack and left, habit guiding my feet around the floorboards that creaked and down the hidden stairs.

         Snoring tumbled out of the common room, all of the soldiers still asleep. None of the palace servants were up either, nor was I surprised by this, spoiled children that they were. I was surprised by an unknown man in the kitchen, drinking from a mug and looking out the window.

         “I beg your pardon, sir. I hope you weren’t awake for long.”

         He didn’t turn away from the window, so all I could see of him was his back; the fine purple tunic, the thick black pants, and his dark hair, pulled into a messy braid. “Not long, no. The tea was easy to find.”

         I cringed. Mother would throw a fit if she knew our guest had made himself his own cup of tea. “My apologies, sir. You are our guest.”

         “It was no hardship. Don’t tell the servants, but sometimes I enjoy doing things for myself.”

         Don’t tell the servants…

         He’s the King!

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Güncel elektronik müzik kayıtlardan bir seçki // A selection of recent electronic recordings. Download

01 – Jana Rush – Divine 02 – Kettenkarussell – New York Blues 03 – Fhloston Paradigm ft. Moor Mother – All 04 – Caterina Barbieri – Scratches On The Readable 05 – Patricia – Speed Wagon Night Bride 06 – (ghost) – Careful Deception 07 – Karen Gwyer – The Workers Are On Strike 08 – Nick Höppner – Forced Resonance 09 – Marco Shuttle – Olga

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patricia -- speed wagon night bride

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PATRICIA  “Speed Wagon Night Bride”

Patricia is the moniker under which Brooklyn-based DJ and producer Max Ravitz creates atmospheric, analog electronic music. “Speed Wagon Night Bride” is the first taste from his new triple LP “Several Shades Of The Same Color”, out July 14th on Ghostly subsidiary Spectral Sound in conjunction with Ravitz’ own label Active Cultures. Listen above.

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Patricia - Speed Wagon Night Bride

Very nice indeed.

Several Shades Of The Same Color drops on July 14; get it @ Ghostly.

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• Because people see violence on the movie screen, they’re not going to go out and hold up a liquor store and kill somebody. It really doesn’t correlate. – Dean Koontz • Being a parent is a life sentence. You see, that’s why normal people should not have children because if you raise a kid with only love and support, I guarantee that kid will be in rehab by the time he is 16. Why? Because you never introduced him to Mr. Back-of-Your-Hand. You know why I only broke into a liquor store once? ‘Cause my father introduced me to Mr. Back-of-His-Hand and its wiley sidekick, Mr. Foot-in-My-Ass. – Christopher Titus • Boy, a drive-through liquor store. God bless America! A place where you can drive through and buy whiskey, beer… just the thing for that drunk driver who’s constantly on the go. Cant stop now! I’ve got places to go, people to hit! – Drew Carey • But really, what else are you going to talk about in line at the liquor store? Childhood trauma seems like the natural choice, since it’s the reason why most of us are in line there to begin with. – Jenny Lawson

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Liquor', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_liquor').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_liquor img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. – Ogden Nash • Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven. – P. J. O’Rourke • History is the heavy traffic that prevents us from crossing the road. We’re not especially interested in what it consists of. We wait, more or less patiently, for it to pause, so that we can get to the liquor store or the laundromat or the burger bar. – Mal Peet • I buy water at the liquor store across the street from where I live. So I’m walking into the door, and standing, loitering, outside the door is a man. And I walk by him to go in, and he says, “I want pussy!” Now, I don’t want to seem conceited or anything, but he was talking about me! – Sarah Silverman • I feel a certain amount of freedom just cruising to the liquor store to get water or whatever. It just feels good. It makes me feel young getting on the bike and – again, not going crazy, I do bunny-hops and I’ll hit some curbs and stuff – but just feeling like a kid again. – Matt Skiba • I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought huge quantities. I could feel them wondering why I wasn’t dead yet and it made me uncomfortable. They probably weren’t thinking any such thing, but then a man gets paranoid when he has 300 hangovers a year. – Charles Bukowski • I prefer liquor store robbers with hungry kids to companies that locate offshore to avoid U.S. taxes. – Warren Buffett • I went downtown as a lawyer and then I worked in a liquor store at night, as I had done all through law school. And so when I got to the point where I could give up the night job, I joined the political club. – David Dinkins • I’ve never argued against any technology being used when you have an imminent threat, an active crime going on. If someone comes out of a liquor store with a weapon and fifty dollars in cash, I don’t care if a drone kills him or a policeman kills him. – Rand Paul • Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning. – Oliver Goldsmith • Life, as the signs in the liquor stores say, is too short to drink bad wine. And summer is too short to read bad books. – David Frum • Marijuana is not much more difficult to obtain than beer. The reason for this is that a liquor store selling beer to a minor stands to lose its liquor license. Marijuana salesmen don’t have expensive overheads, and so are not easily punished. – William F. Buckley, Jr. • My wife says, and I agree with her, that what would be really great for Maine would be to legalize dope completely and set up dope stores the way that there are state-run liquor stores. You could get your Acapulco gold or your whatever it happened to be – your Augusta gold or your Bangor gold. And people would come from all the other states to buy it, and there could be a state tax on it. Then everybody in Maine could have a Cadillac. – Stephen King • Not a Harvard-type education, just a not-sticking-up-a-liquor-store-type education. – Chris Rock • One side of the street is a Church; across the road is a liquor store. Both of ’em keepin us poor. – Chuck D • Outside the youth center, between the liquor store and the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind; overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer; like a bride ripping off her clothes, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds, so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It’s been doing that all week: making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more. – Tony Hoagland • Should alcoholics go to liquor stores? – Ally Carter • Sometimes they were together so often that it felt as though they really were a couple; sometimes weeks and months would go by before they saw each other. But even as alcoholics are drawn to the state liquor store after a stint on the wagon, they always came back to each other. – Steig Larsson • The NAACP should have riot rehearsal. They should get a liquor store and practice robberies. – Rush Limbaugh • There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat. A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did. – George Jones • These growth hormones, where can I get a bunch of them? Is there some way that, with electricity, you could stimulate your own growth hormones? Plug yourself in for five minutes, there’d be a little jolt, but you’d get used to it. It wouldn’t be bad at all; in fact, you’d get to enjoy it, probably. Then away you’d go, and youth wouldn’t be wasted on the young anymore. You’d be 25, with a 95-year-old mind. Granddad would start breaking into liquor stores and staying out late. Hope we have it soon! – David Lynch • We know, for instance, that there is a direct, inverse relationship between frequency of family meals and social problems. Bluntly stated, members of families who eat together regularly are statistically less likely to stick up liquor stores, blow up meth labs, give birth to crack babies, commit suicide, or make donkey porn. If Little Timmy had just had more meatloaf, he might not have grown up to fill chest freezers with Cub Scout parts. – Anthony Bourdain

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• Because people see violence on the movie screen, they’re not going to go out and hold up a liquor store and kill somebody. It really doesn’t correlate. – Dean Koontz • Being a parent is a life sentence. You see, that’s why normal people should not have children because if you raise a kid with only love and support, I guarantee that kid will be in rehab by the time he is 16. Why? Because you never introduced him to Mr. Back-of-Your-Hand. You know why I only broke into a liquor store once? ‘Cause my father introduced me to Mr. Back-of-His-Hand and its wiley sidekick, Mr. Foot-in-My-Ass. – Christopher Titus • Boy, a drive-through liquor store. God bless America! A place where you can drive through and buy whiskey, beer… just the thing for that drunk driver who’s constantly on the go. Cant stop now! I’ve got places to go, people to hit! – Drew Carey • But really, what else are you going to talk about in line at the liquor store? Childhood trauma seems like the natural choice, since it’s the reason why most of us are in line there to begin with. – Jenny Lawson

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Liquor', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_liquor').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_liquor img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. – Ogden Nash • Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven. – P. J. O’Rourke • History is the heavy traffic that prevents us from crossing the road. We’re not especially interested in what it consists of. We wait, more or less patiently, for it to pause, so that we can get to the liquor store or the laundromat or the burger bar. – Mal Peet • I buy water at the liquor store across the street from where I live. So I’m walking into the door, and standing, loitering, outside the door is a man. And I walk by him to go in, and he says, “I want pussy!” Now, I don’t want to seem conceited or anything, but he was talking about me! – Sarah Silverman • I feel a certain amount of freedom just cruising to the liquor store to get water or whatever. It just feels good. It makes me feel young getting on the bike and – again, not going crazy, I do bunny-hops and I’ll hit some curbs and stuff – but just feeling like a kid again. – Matt Skiba • I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought huge quantities. I could feel them wondering why I wasn’t dead yet and it made me uncomfortable. They probably weren’t thinking any such thing, but then a man gets paranoid when he has 300 hangovers a year. – Charles Bukowski • I prefer liquor store robbers with hungry kids to companies that locate offshore to avoid U.S. taxes. – Warren Buffett • I went downtown as a lawyer and then I worked in a liquor store at night, as I had done all through law school. And so when I got to the point where I could give up the night job, I joined the political club. – David Dinkins • I’ve never argued against any technology being used when you have an imminent threat, an active crime going on. If someone comes out of a liquor store with a weapon and fifty dollars in cash, I don’t care if a drone kills him or a policeman kills him. – Rand Paul • Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning. – Oliver Goldsmith • Life, as the signs in the liquor stores say, is too short to drink bad wine. And summer is too short to read bad books. – David Frum • Marijuana is not much more difficult to obtain than beer. The reason for this is that a liquor store selling beer to a minor stands to lose its liquor license. Marijuana salesmen don’t have expensive overheads, and so are not easily punished. – William F. Buckley, Jr. • My wife says, and I agree with her, that what would be really great for Maine would be to legalize dope completely and set up dope stores the way that there are state-run liquor stores. You could get your Acapulco gold or your whatever it happened to be – your Augusta gold or your Bangor gold. And people would come from all the other states to buy it, and there could be a state tax on it. Then everybody in Maine could have a Cadillac. – Stephen King • Not a Harvard-type education, just a not-sticking-up-a-liquor-store-type education. – Chris Rock • One side of the street is a Church; across the road is a liquor store. Both of ’em keepin us poor. – Chuck D • Outside the youth center, between the liquor store and the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind; overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer; like a bride ripping off her clothes, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds, so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It’s been doing that all week: making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more. – Tony Hoagland • Should alcoholics go to liquor stores? – Ally Carter • Sometimes they were together so often that it felt as though they really were a couple; sometimes weeks and months would go by before they saw each other. But even as alcoholics are drawn to the state liquor store after a stint on the wagon, they always came back to each other. – Steig Larsson • The NAACP should have riot rehearsal. They should get a liquor store and practice robberies. – Rush Limbaugh • There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat. A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did. – George Jones • These growth hormones, where can I get a bunch of them? Is there some way that, with electricity, you could stimulate your own growth hormones? Plug yourself in for five minutes, there’d be a little jolt, but you’d get used to it. It wouldn’t be bad at all; in fact, you’d get to enjoy it, probably. Then away you’d go, and youth wouldn’t be wasted on the young anymore. You’d be 25, with a 95-year-old mind. Granddad would start breaking into liquor stores and staying out late. Hope we have it soon! – David Lynch • We know, for instance, that there is a direct, inverse relationship between frequency of family meals and social problems. Bluntly stated, members of families who eat together regularly are statistically less likely to stick up liquor stores, blow up meth labs, give birth to crack babies, commit suicide, or make donkey porn. If Little Timmy had just had more meatloaf, he might not have grown up to fill chest freezers with Cub Scout parts. – Anthony Bourdain

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How to get in shape for a wedding, according to how much time you have

You’ll look back on the photos and videos from your wedding for the rest of your life. And the last thing you want to see is a version of yourself that you’re not proud of staring back at you.

“Men come to me to get fit for their wedding day just as much as women,” says Christian Pitkin, a certified personal trainer and health coach at Diakadi Fitness Performance in San Francisco. Still, search for "practical tips to get in shape for your wedding," and the topic seems largely geared toward brides.

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Here's the thing: Men are just as concerned with being the best version of themselves on their big day, although their primary goals often differ from women. “Typically, my male clients’ goals involve the following: lose their spare tire, lower their stress levels, build more upper-body muscle, and get leaner,” Pitkin says. “Ideally, you want to start a year before your wedding day, but six months can be equally effective depending on the person.”

Pitkin offers practical tips to meet your fitness goals in time for your wedding day—whether you’re a year, six months, or just 30 days out.

One year before your wedding: workout and nutrition plan

“It starts with building habits,” Pitkin says. A year out from your wedding, you have the wiggle room to create a sustainable plan, make it your routine, and stick with it.

Start with some basic lifestyle changes. “Try to walk at least 10,000 steps or more each day. You can use a fitness tracker like a Fitbit to track movement,” he adds.

Every week, schedule out time for your workouts and meal prep (because social and work demands fluctuate week-to-week). You’re much more likely to finish tasks when you schedule them into your calendar. Creating a schedule will also ensure you have time for other essential activities—like sleep, which is essential for workout recovery. “I can’t stress enough how important sleep is to your physical and mental health. Often, this is sadly overlooked,” Pitkin adds.

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1. Set eating habits for life

Starting early means adopting long-term habits that you can maintain into and beyond your wedding day. Start with practical changes, Pitkin suggests: eating slowly to allow your body to register fullness, tracking your macronutrients through an app, drinking plenty of water, and avoiding processed foods. “Ideally, a great balance is 40% healthy, complex carbohydrates; 30% healthy, lean proteins; and 30% mono- or polyunsaturated fats. Eat at least three servings of leafy green vegetables per day,” he says. “After a month or so of tracking, you'll get a good idea of your distribution and will no longer need to track.”

2.  Practice good sleep hygiene

Sleep is essential to meeting your goals. Pitkin suggests improving your sleep quality by avoiding caffeine after 2 p.m., shutting off all electronics 30 minutes before bedtime, making sure your room is as dark as possible (use an eye mask if you need), going to bed by 10 p.m. (or start by going to bed one hour earlier than usual), and tracking your sleep with a fitness tracker. If you have trouble falling asleep because your mind is racing, keep a notebook by your bed to make to-do lists or vent about your stressors.

3.  Get an assessment

Knowing where you are and tailoring your program accordingly is important. “With one year, you have time to do a well-rounded workout program,” Pitkin explains. “Start with a functional movement screen, which you can get from a local trainer. This will determine if you have any asymmetries or imbalances or you’re susceptible to certain injuries, and give you an idea of the appropriate corrective exercises to do during warmups.” From there, Pitkin suggests getting a full assessment, including measuring your body fat, testing core strength, checking your blood pressure, and testing your flexibility.

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4.  First, train for performance (not looks)

Even if aesthetics are your ultimate goal, when you train, focus on strength, cardiovascular health, and flexibility. “For every pound of muscle you gain, you burn roughly an extra 40 calories per day,” Pitkin explains.

He suggests focusing on compound movement exercises that build muscle twice a week, beginning with high reps with a low load (2 sets of 20 reps), then working your way up to 4 sets of 10, or 5 sets of 6, increasing the load as you lower the reps. Target large muscle groups such as the chest, back, arms, glutes, quads, hamstrings, and core. After six weeks, start incorporating total-body movements, such as squat-to-cable pulls, Turkish getups, or pushing a Prowler weighted sled. Perform these once per week or tie them in with your compound movement workout.

Round out your regimen with high-intensity interval training twice a week and yoga once a week to ensure you’re maximizing your calorie-burning potential and preventing injury and muscle imbalances. Pitkin also suggests taking up an active hobby such as biking, surfing, snowboarding, or playing a competitive sport like basketball or soccer. “Taking up an activity or sport is fun and potentially competitive, which is a huge motivator.”

Leave one to two days per week to rest your body and recover. Be sure to foam-roll.

5.  Buddy up and change it up

Starting a year out, you’ll inevitably hit plateaus in your gains and dips in your motivation. To make sure you’re continuing to progress, change up the type of exercise or the exercise tools you use as you hit milestones. “This will stimulate your body to adapt in new ways,” Pitkin says. “You can also progress to pyramid training to change things up and challenge your muscles even more.”

To stay motivated, Pitkin suggests partnering with your fiancee or your groomsmen to meet your fitness goals. “Get a competition going with your training partners to see who can lose the most body fat,” he says. Partnering with friends or hiring a personal trainer will also force you to stick to your scheduled workouts.

Six months before a wedding: workout and nutrition plan

Although Pitkin suggests starting a year before your big day for optimal results, he recognizes that not everyone starts so early. “Most clients who have wedding-specific goals come to see me six months from their wedding rather than a year or 30 days out. The most common timeframe is four to six months out,” he explains.

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With six months to your wedding, you have less time to form lasting habits. However, you can try more specific lifestyles of eating. It's all about experimenting with what works for your body.

1. Get disciplined with your diet

“One method that I've had many clients get success from is intermittent fasting,” Pitkin says. “When you fast, your human growth hormone levels go up and your insulin levels go down. This enables your body to burn through fat quickly.” For people new to intermittent fasting, the 8/16 method is a good way to start. Sixteen-hour fasting periods (usually during the night when you’re sleeping) are alternated with eight-hour eating periods every day (or just on the weekdays). An alternative suggestion is adopting a Paleo diet, which allows you to eat fruits, vegetables, lean meats, seafood, nuts, and seeds, and cuts out most dairy, grains, processed foods, and sugar.

2.  Pace your workouts

With a six-month timeframe, Pitkin says the workout plan for the one-year timeframe is just as effective. “I suggest speeding things up in a six-month timeframe, but you risk improper exercise form due to fast progressions, which can lead to potential injury,” he says. This is when it’s even more important to work with a trainer to make sure you’re ramping up the intensity without overtraining.

3. Limit your focus

Your schedule will become more hectic as the big day approaches, so be prepared to sustain a balancing act. Make sure you set reasonable expectations and choose a program that will fit with your schedule. “Pick the top fitness programs that you feel comfortable doing on a consistent basis, and that you enjoy. Ditch the ones you feel are taking away from your focus,” Pitkin says. “For example, maybe all you have time for is strength training—stick with that. But if you choose to focus on strength, make sure you’re resting every other day.”

4. Don’t give up

“It’s normal to fall off the wagon, but don't give up,” Pitkin stresses. Even if you fall off and lose a week or month of training, don’t assume all is lost. “Four months is still better than one month. It's not about each individual battle, it's about the war and the big picture.” Pick up where you left off and push on.

30 days before

This is where you get into "crash" diet and exercise territory, but it’s still possible to hit basic fitness goals. “At this point, manage and set realistic expectations,” Pitkin advises. “True, you will gain little muscle, but there is a way to lower your body fat by a decent amount and lower stress levels.”

At this phase, you’re dealing with several external challenges as well. “With the logistics of planning a wedding 30 days out, trying to plan and execute a diet and exercise plan will be more difficult,” he says. “You have to gauge what type of plan will work best for you.”

1. Set a strict diet

Diet is even more important with only 30 days to go. It won’t be easy, but you’ll need to set a strict diet and stick with it. “I recommend trying the Whole30 diet. Simply put, this is an elimination diet focused on a 30-day time frame,” Pitkin explains. It’s similar to paleo in that you’re allowed to eat meat, seafood, eggs, vegetables, and some fruit and healthy fats. You can expect to lose up to 2-3% of your body fat in the 30 days. (If you’re overweight, you can lose more, faster.) Pitkin also recommends eating smaller portions: “Try to only eat until you’re 80% full.”

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2. Focus your training

With just one month remaining, you’ll need to laser-focus your workouts. Significant muscle gains are out of the picture at this point, but you can aim to get leaner with HIIT and yoga. These workouts come with the added bonus of relieving the stress leading up to the big day.

Pitkin recommends taking spin classes. “They’re a fast, effective way to burn calories in a short time frame. Plus, spin focuses mainly on the lower body, which will target your larger muscle groups.” Avoid any advanced, dynamic workouts such as CrossFit or plyometrics to make sure you don’t injure yourself. (Most CrossFit gyms won't even let you start training in earnest until you've completed a multi-week on-ramp course.)

3.  Cut out all the bad stuff

Eliminate one or two vices for 30 days that you know are holding you back from being in your ideal shape. Alcohol is a big one for many, but maybe you’re addicted to sugar or carbs. Your vice could be something other than food, like playing video games or watching TV. Cut out activities that keep you couch-bound and spend that time on foam-rolling, stretching, or meal-prepping instead. (Or, y'know, planning that wedding.)

“There’s no one-size-fits-all, but my approach is very balanced, and I believe many will relate to it,” Pitkin says. “It's important to keep in mind that whatever approach you choose, the goal is to continue it past your wedding and throughout your life.”

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from Men's Fitness https://www.mensfitness.com/training/pro-tips/how-get-shape-wedding-according-how-much-time-you-have

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