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[sw5w]

The Dark Eye Searches

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:54:52

[albatross-lancer]

I’ve known a lot of spacers over the years, and I’ve met a few who’ve gone off the old IPS-N lanes, out into the deep black. All of those had stories to tell. Ghost ships, things that looked like asteroids until they started squirmin’, bits and pieces of the old Union, voices on the omni from out of the deep.

Half the time, you can tell they just spent their haul coming up with something to say over a drink when they got back. Those are the ones who won’t quit talking. Then there’s the ones who don’t want to talk, and the stories they tell…well, either they all just happen to be better showmen, or they’re trying hard as they can to explain something they don’t understand.

Now, y’all don’t seem the types to stretch out the truth, and I know you’ve been out a long, long way. If you don’t mind an old fool prying: what’ve you seen out there?

Bless y’all and the work you do.

As I'm still in training and haven't been on any deep-space patrols yet, I have to say that I've seen stranger stuff in my time before the Albatross than in my time here.

But. We in the Albatross are also keepers of history and lore-our maktebas are named for an old Cradle word for library, after all- and let me tell you, there are some weird reports in the archives.

We've got unidentified spacecraft, bits of history from the Ten, paracausal activity, sensor readings from Metavault EHECATL (those actually aren't as interesting as you'd think), but my favorite is a communications log from a team that apparently had a conversation with a star-or perhaps something living in a star?

It's a strange conversation, with something that's very deeply not a human, as you'd expect, but it's not like an Unshackled NHP-most of what they say seems to almost make sense, as if you could figure it out if you hadn't forgotten some random detail from a few years back. We went back to the same system and were unable to reproduce the conversation, or even find any hint it had ever happened.

Anyway, most of the archives on Makteba Erdaf, and most maktebas, are open to all, come visit if you're ever around!

[uwmadarchives]

Preserving Glass Plate Negatives

Image: G-02218, Fraternity, Delta Tau Delta, unidentified frat member, 1925

By Adrian Lampron, UW Archives Outreach Intern

The UW Madison Archives and Libraries are working to re-house and digitize a collection of glass plate photo negatives from the 1890s to the 1920s. There are group pictures, portraits, and other photographs of campus life, some of which you can see here. The collection has been stored improperly for decades, making it difficult to preserve and access. When the process is complete, we’ll make all the images available online and safely store the physical negatives.

To begin, the Archives staff worked to stabilize and properly store the glass plates. The negatives had to be carefully taken out of their original storage in a filing cabinet, assessed, and re-housed in archival storage boxes. We use a pen with color-changing ink to detect acid in the old envelopes (pictured below). If the envelopes are acidic, we re-sleeve them into acid-free sleeves. When processing, we also assess the physical condition of the plates, looking in particular for cracking or breakage of the glass base or the emulsion (the actual image!) flaking or peeling off the glass. If we see signs of this, we take additional measures to protect the plate, housing it between buffered boards and in a four-flap enclosure.

Image: photos of the process of re-housing glass plate negatives. Clockwise from top left: negatives stored improperly in a file cabinet, using color-changing ink to test envelopes for acid, a full box of safely stored negatives, and an image of an open box of negatives showing spacers inside. Photos and collage by Adrian Lampron, 2021.

Student staff like Andrew, Maddy, and Alyssa have done a lot of work on this project.

Image: Andrew re-housing negatives in the UW Archives. Photo by Adrian Lampron, 2021.

After the negatives were safely packaged, they were transferred to the Libraries’ Digital Collections Center. Mackenzie Reynolds and other Digital Collections staff began the process of digitizing them for public use. Working with glass plate negatives is a new thing for their team, so they are learning as they go. Mackenzie told us,

Transmissive materials are very fragile and require careful handling. We use an overhead camera system consisting of Phase One iQ180 digital back, Digital Transitions RCam, 72mm lens, 20mm & 40mm RCam extension tubes, DT Film Scanning Kit, and Kaiser Prolite Scan Lightbox. With this set up we are able to delicately process these glass plate negatives in a way that a typical scanner can not.

Image: Digital Conversion Specialist/Photographer Mackenzie Reynolds handling glass plate negatives. Photo courtesy of Mackenzie Reynolds.

Below is an overview of the steps that will likely be involved in digitizing the negatives, provided by Mackenzie.

Image: Student Assistant Photographer Barbara Justice and Mackenzie Reynolds working on digitization.

Images: G-01794 Horticulture-Codling moth, 1910; G-01804 Home Economics Group, 1911-1912; G-01813 Castalian Meeting Room, 1914.

We are so excited to be able to share these pieces of campus history with you! Here are a few sneak peeks.

Huge thanks to all the staff in the Archives and Libraries who are working to preserve these images for future generations of Badgers!

[ethelindawrites]

October 5

Fictober, Prompt 5 - "I'm not saying I told you so..."

Original fiction. Turned out to be a continuation of Day 1.

Warnings: nothing in particular, passing mention of past blood sacrifices.

“I’m not saying I told you so…”

“But you told me so,” I groused, sighing as Vivi stepped carefully into what remained of the lab. “It would never have worked if I’d had anyone else with me, especially not another mage.”

“I know,” she said, then whistled as she took in the state of the room. “Hard fight?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, frowning. I’d won, but I’d had to kill her in the end, and still had several bandages on even three days later. It was even stranger because I still didn’t have any idea what her real name was. She had given me an obviously false one when we first met, but every system here was strangely devoid of anything that identified her personally. “The rest of this would have been easier if I’d been able to capture her. I still have no idea what she was trying to do here, or what’s so special about this planet. Several unidentifiable ships have come sniffing around, and given how much monitoring equipment she has set up for tracking exactly that kind of thing, I don’t think it’s new.”

Vivi patted my shoulder and then peered over it at the one screen that had remained intact. “Weird. What did she say she was doing?”

“Planetary rehabilitation, or terraforming, or something like that,” I told her. “Is the surface as uninhabitable as I think it is?”

“Certainly looked that way to me.”

“That’s what I saw on the way down, but then I wasn’t sure if I could trust it. All the instrumentation here indicated the same thing, but I’m still not quite sure what parts of this system I can trust either.”

“We’ll sort it out,” Vivi promised. It was such a relief to have her here. “Where should I get started?”

“See if you can get any of the other interfaces in this room working again? The magical signatures indicate that they didn’t all do the same thing, and I’d like to see if this data makes more sense once I can look at more parts of the system.”

“Sure,” she agreed. “Any urgent life-support things?”

“Fortunately, that equipment was all in another room.”

“Cool. I’ll go grab my tools and be right back.”

I nodded, distracted by the data scrolling by on the screen. All technical, no spells or hints of magic, not at this console. Just a constant stream of geological, climatological and seismic data from what seemed to be all over the planet. The problem was that there was no way Lin (I’d have to use the false name until I could dig up her real one) had enough technical equipment in enough places to be generating this much data. So either it was all false (or at least heavily extrapolated from a smaller number of locations)…or it was being sourced through spells that I couldn’t detect.

Even if it was spell-sourced, it was still an incredible amount of data.

I was no closer to an answer by the time Vivi came back, so I turned that data stream off and went back to digging through the few technical specs for this facility that I could find through this console.

Something weird was going on here, weirder even than a rogue technomage kidnapping random spacers for blood sacrifices. Somehow, I had to figure out what it was.

And soon. I could not explain the weird twisting feeling in my gut that told me that but…we had to figure it out soon.

[korkrunchcereal]

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[yunathun]

THEY DEAL IN THE SOULS OF MEN

THEY DEAL IN THE SOULS OF MEN

SATAN'S HIGH LEVEL END-TIMES WITCHCRAFT, THEY CONTROL THE SOULS OF MEN-(MK ULTRA MIND CONTROL-HUMAN CLONING-HUMAN CONSCIOUS TRANSFER/CRISPR-DEALING WITH THE SOULS OF MEN)

FROM THE KING JAMES BIBLE (KJV 1611) FROM THE BOOK: DAEMONOLOGIE YEAR 2020 BY AUTHOR: J.R.WILLIS

***INTRODUCTION***

ALL OF THESE EVILS ARE DONE IN ORDER TO DESTROY THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL-(WE ARE THEIR #1 FOCUS AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN-2/3RD'S OF ZION MUST PERISH AS IT IS WRITTEN):

REVELATION 18:13

13 And cinnamon, and odours, and ointments, and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine flour, and wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots-(ALL OF BABYLONS INDUSTRIES/ECONOMY WHICH MADE HER GREAT AMONG ALL OF THE KINGDOMS SHALL BE DESTROYED WITH HER IN ONE HOUR UPON THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD [PART I]-TOTAL & COMPLETE NUCLEAR DESTRUCTION), and slaves-(THE BLACK HEBREW ISRAELITE SLAVES IN WHICH SHE DEVOURED & BUILT HER EMPIRE OFF OF AND DRANK THEIR BLOOD-BABYLON IS DRUNKEN OFF OF THE BLOOD OF THE SAINTS WHO BE THE 12 TRIBES OF ISRAEL), and souls of men-(CIA PROJECT MK ULTRA-CIA SATANIC HOLLYWOOD-ALL INDUSTRIES OF INFLUENCE CONTROLLING THE SOULS OF MEN & HAVING THEM ALL WORSHIP SATAN & HIS ROMAN BEAST EMPIRE-ALL THINGS ABOMINABLE UNTO THE LORD THY GOD).

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

THE SATANIC MASONIC ADAM WIESHAMPT, ALBERT PIKE, GIUSEPPE MANZZINI, ALEISTER CROWLEY, NEW AGE, AGE OF AQUARIUS, ENLIGHTENMENT, NIHILIST, SODOMITE, DEMONIC MUSIC, FREE SEX, FREE DRUGS, LUCERFARIAN, RED BROTHERHOOD OF EDOM-(ILLUMINATI) PLAN IS NOW COMPLETED UPON THE WORLD POPULOUS-(THE WORLD IS NOW INDOCTRINATE INTO ONE LARGE GLOBAL SATANIC OCCULT):

BELIAR THROUGH (ESAU-AMALEK-EDOM/THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS/HIS PEOPLE/THE PEOPLE OF THE PRINCE, SATAN HIMSELF, DANIEL 9:26), BY WAY OF THE CIA BLACK BUDGET OPS SUCH PROJECT (MK ULTRA & DAARPA), DEALS IN THE SOULS OF MEN.

THIS IS CONFIRMED IN (REVELATION 18:13). THESE SECRETIVE COVERT U.S. GOVERNMENT OPERATIONS ARE IN FACT DEMON POSSESSION ENHANCING-(UPLOADING), PHARMAKEIA OPIOD PSYCHOTIC DRUG TESTING TECHNIQUE WHICH PRODUCE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATES OF ALL LEVELS OF POLITICAL, CELEBRITY, EDUCATIONAL, AND INDUSTRY WHICH ARE UTILIZED BY THE RED BROTHERHOOD OF EDOM-(THE ILLUMINATI) IN ORDER TO SWAY AND INFLUENCE THE SPIRITUALLY DEAD MASSES TO ACCEPT THIS SATANIC KINGDOM OF BELIAR AND ESAU.

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

SO WHAT IS THE CIA PROJECT MK ULTRA?

Project MK Ultra, also called the CIA mind control program, is the code name given to a program of experiments on human subjects that were designed and undertaken by the United States Central Intelligence Agency—and which were, at times, illegal.

Experiments on humans were intended to identify and develop drugs and procedures to be used in interrogations in order to weaken the individual and force confessions through mind control. The project was organized through the Office of Scientific Intelligence of the CIA and coordinated with the U.S. Army Biological Warfare Laboratories.

The operation was officially sanctioned in 1953, was reduced in scope in 1964, further curtailed in 1967, and recorded to be halted in 1973. There remains controversy over whether this operation ever ended, or continues presently. The program engaged in many illegal activities, including the use of U.S. and Canadian citizens as its unwitting test subjects, which led to controversy regarding its legitimacy.

MKUltra used numerous methods to manipulate people's mental states and alter brain functions, including the surreptitious administration of drugs (especially LSD) and other chemicals, hypnosis, sensory deprivation, isolation, verbal and sexual abuse (including the sexual abuse of children), and other forms of torture.

The scope of Project MK Ultra was broad with research undertaken at 80 institutions, including colleges and universities, hospitals, prisons, and pharmaceutical companies. The CIA operated through these institutions using front organizations, although sometimes top officials at these institutions were aware of the CIA's involvement.

Project MK Ultra was first brought to public attention in 1975 by the Church Committee of the United States Congress and Gerald Ford's United States President's Commission on CIA activities within the United States. Investigative efforts were hampered by the fact that CIA Director Richard Helms ordered all MK Ultra files to be destroyed in 1973; the Church Committee and Rockefeller Commission investigations relied on the sworn testimony of direct participants and on the relatively small number of documents that survived Helms's destruction order. In 1977, a Freedom of Information Act request uncovered a cache of 20,000 documents relating to project MK Ultra which led to Senate hearings later that year.

Some surviving information regarding MKUltra was declassified in July 2001. In December 2018, declassified documents included a letter to an unidentified doctor discussing work on six dogs made to run, turn and stop via remote control and brain implants.

ALL OF THESE EVILS ARE DONE IN ORDER TO INDOCTRINATE THE WORLD POPULOUS INTO THE BABYLONIAN MITHRA, ESOTERIC MYSTERY RELIGIONS, OR IN OTHER WORDS, BELIAR THROUGH EDOM IS SURELY AND SPEEDILY INDOCTRINATING THE ENTIRE WORLD INTO THEIR NEW WORLD ORDER, GLOBAL SATANIC OCCULT THROUGH ROME.

THROUGH PEOPLE OF POWER, INFLUENCE AND CELEBRITY, SCIENCE-(SORCERY), AND THE EDUCATION SYSTEM, THE RED BROTHERHOOD OF EDOM HAS DONE JUST THIS. THEIR MACHINES OF INFLUENCE INCLUDE HOLLYWOOD, SPORTS, SMARTPHONE, THE INTERNET, AND ALL MEDIA OF ENTERTAINMENT, AND INDUSTRY OF LIFE.

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

THE HUMAN CLONING PROGRAM & CRISPR-(HUMAN GENE EDITING SORCERY):

HUMAN CLONING TECHNIQUE UTILIZE (FAMILIAR SPIRITS-DEMONS), THAT ARE AQAINTED WITH THE SOUL IN WHICH THESE EDOMITE SORCERER'S CLONE IN THEIR DUMBS-(DEEP UNDERGROUND MILITARY BASES). THE FAMILIAR SPIRIT CAN MIMIC AND COPY A HOST SPEECH PATTERNS, MEMORY, MOVEMENT, AND MANY OTHER SPIRITUAL AND CHARACTER ATTRIBUTES ASSOCIATED WITH THAT CLONED SOUL. SOME HUMAN CLONED TISSUE BODIES ARE MACHINE BASED AS I AM LED TO BELIEVE THAT EARLY TEST SUBJECTS WERE JUST THAT, DEMONICALLY ENHANCED BIOLOGICAL MACHINERY HOUSED WITH DEMONIC SPIRITS WHICH REENACT THAT HUMAN IN WHICH THE PHYSICAL CLONED TISSUE WAS CREATED FROM AND TO BE A DUPLICATE OF.

THE SECOND CLONING TECHNIQUE WHICH BY FAR IS THE SUPERIOR AND MORE ADVANCED, BE THE FULL HUMAN TISSUE CLONE, BOTH INSIDE AND OUTWARDLY. THESE BODIES HAVE BEEN CONJURED BY EDOM WORKING HAND IN HAND WITH THE FALLEN USING ADVANCED SORCERY-(SCIENCE) SUCH AS (CRISPR), WHICH IS FALLEN ANGELIC HUMAN AND BEAST GENE EDITING MODIFICATION TECHNOLOGY. THE PHYSICAL FULL FLESH AND BLOOD BODY CLONES ARE ALSO INHABITED BY WICKED FAMILIAR SPIRITS AS THEIR PREVIOUS MACHINE FLESH CLONED BODIES WERE AS WELL.

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

SO WHAT IS HUMAN CLONING DEFINED?

Human cloning is the creation of a genetically identical copy (or clone) of a human. The term is generally used to refer to artificial human cloning, which is the reproduction of human cells and tissue. It does not refer to the natural conception and delivery of identical twins. The possibility of human cloning has raised controversies. These ethical concerns have prompted several nations to pass laws regarding human cloning and its legality.

Two commonly discussed types of theoretical human cloning are: therapeutic cloning and reproductive cloning. Therapeutic cloning would involve cloning cells from a human for use in medicine and transplants, and is an active area of research, but is not in medical practice anywhere in the world, as of April 2017. Two common methods of therapeutic cloning that are being researched are somatic-cell nuclear transfer and, more recently, pluripotent stem cell induction. Reproductive cloning would involve making an entire cloned human, instead of just specific cells or tissues.

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

WHAT IS CRISPR?

CRISPR (/ˈkrɪspər/) (clustered regularly interspaced short palindromic repeats) is a family of DNA sequences found within the genomes of prokaryotic organisms such as bacteria and archaea. These sequences are derived from DNA fragments from viruses that have previously infected the prokaryote and are used to detect and destroy DNA from similar viruses during subsequent infections. Hence these sequences play a key role in the antiviral defense system of prokaryotes.

Cas9 (or "CRISPR-associated 9") is an enzyme that uses CRISPR sequences as a guide to recognize and cleave specific strands of DNA that are complementary to the CRISPR sequence. Cas9 enzymes together with CRISPR sequences form the basis of a technology known as CRISPR/Cas9 that can be used to edit genes within organisms. This type of gene editing process has a wide variety of applications including use as a basic biology research tool, development of biotechnology products, and potentially to treat diseases.

CRISPR/Cas9 The CRISPR/Cas system is a prokaryotic immune system that confers resistance to foreign genetic elements such as those present within plasmids and phages that provides a form of acquired immunity. RNA harboring the spacer sequence helps Cas (CRISPR-associated) proteins recognize and cut foreign pathogenic DNA. Other RNA-guided Cas proteins cut foreign RNA. CRISPR are found in approximately 50% of sequenced bacterial genomes and nearly 90% of sequenced archaea.

PHYSICAL FULL ADULT VESSELS-(BODIES) OF HUMAN CLONING HAVE BEEN REPORTED TO BE GROWN AT AN ACCELERATED RATE OF 2-3 MONTHS, AND SOME EVEN MORE DISTURBING ACCOUNTS REPORT HUMAN REPLICATED BODIES TO BE COMPLETED AS FAST AS A FEW WEEKS, TO JUST DAYS. ONLY THE GOOD LORD KNOWS THE EXACT TRUTH OF WHAT THESE MALEVOLENT DEVIANTS DEMONIC TECHNOLOGY IS CAPABLE OF ACHIEVING NOW.

ALL OF THESE EVILS ARE DONE ACCORDING TO THE DEMONIC ADVANCEMENT OF ESAU'S DEMONIC FALLEN ANGELIC TECHNOLOGY. THEY CAN CLONE ANIMALS WITH EASE MY PEOPLE SINCE THE LATE 1940'S, SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT THEY HAVE NOT DONE SO WITH HUMAN BEINGS CELEBRITIES, ENTERTAINERS AND NEWLY CREATED MONSTERS SUCH AS THE YEMIM AND OTHER BEAST THAT ARE SHOWING UP ALL OVER THE EARTH?

THE MOST AMAZING FACT IS THAT THEY PUT ALL OF THESE EVILS RIGHT IN YOUR FACES WITH THEIR CIA HOLLYWOOD MOVIES, TELEVISION, SHOWS, COMICS BOOKS, AND MEDIA, PREYING UPON YOUR NAIVETE...

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

THE SATANIC ROMAN BEAST EMPIRE EDOMITE END GAME AGENDA:

ALL SO-CALLED HOLLYWOOD ENTERTAINMENT OF TODAY IS NO MORE THAN A TRAINING, MIND CONTROL, SPIRIT ALTERING TOOLS USED TO SUBJUGATE, DECEIVE, MISLEAD, AND BLIND 90-99% PERCENT OF THE HUMAN POPULATION IN ORDER LEAD THEM ALL ASTRAY SO THAT THEY MAY:

1. ACCEPT BELIAR-(SATAN), AS THEIR GOD WHICH MANY ALREADY WILLINGLY DO NOW IN BROAD DAYLIGHT BEING NOT ASHAMED OF THEIR FALLEN CHERIBUM GOD.

2. ACCEPT THE MARK OF THE BEAST RFID-(RADIO FREQUENCY IDENTIFICATION CHIP)/NFC CHIP DEVICE INTO THEIR BODIES IN EITHER THEIR FOREHEADS OR LEFT HAND/WRIST AS PROPHESIED BY THE MOST HIGH THROUGH LORD YASHAYA CHRIST.

3. FLOOD THE EARTH AGAIN WITH RAPHAIM AND YEMIM MONSTERS NOT ONLY BY WAY OF DIRECT FALLEN ANGELIC HUMAN/ANIMAL COPULATION AS THESE WICKED ANGELS DID BOTH BEFORE AND AFTER THE GREAT FLOOD AS THEY SHALL MIX THEIR THEMSELVES WITH THE SEED OF MEN AGAIN AS PROPHESIED-(DANIEL 2:43), BUT TO ALSO CREATE A NEW HYBRID CLASS OF BEINGS FULLY INHABITED BY DEMONIC SPIRITS, PLACING THEM AMONG THE HUMAN POPULOUS SO THAT THE ABSOLUTE WILL OF SATAN BE EXECUTED UPON THE EARTH. THE EARTH BECOMES FILLED WITH ALL KINDS OF ABOMINABLE SINS WHICH LEAD TO THE WORLD BECOMING AS IT WAS IN THE DAYS OF FATHER NOAH.

UNDERSTAND THIS CHILDREN OF ISRAEL, BELIAR'S TIME IS SHORT, AND HE HAS ALL OF HIS HEATHEN NATIONS, HENCHMEN, EVIL SPIRITS, AND MINISTERS OF EVIL ALL IN PLACE SO THAT HIS CONTROL OVER THE ENTIRE EARTH BE AIRTIGHT AND UNDER HIS FULL POWER THROUGH ROME-(EDOM-THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS).

REVELATION 12:12

12 Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

THE CIA, HOLLYWOOD PRE-PREDICTIVE PROGRAMMING, PERSUADING, AND HUMAN CLONING PLANS ARE ALL THE WICKED TOOLS OF THE DEVIL THAT ARE UTILIZED THROUGH EDOM, IN ORDER TO TARGET 2/3RDS OF THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL AND HAVE THEM OUTRIGHT ACCEPT BELIAR/EDOM'S SATANIC ROMAN BEAST KINGDOM AND REJECT THE MOST HIGH.

THEY ALSO WORK THIS GREAT SORCERY UPON THE 2/3RDS OF OUR PEOPLE BY SUBDUING OUR PEOPLE THROUGH THEIR 501C3 FREE TAX DUTY STATUS, PAGAN ROMAN, BAAL TEMPLE, HARLOT HOUSES, AKA, (THE CHRISTIAN CHURCHES).

WAKE UP ZION BECAUSE WE ARE HERE, AND THEIR EVIL INTENTIONS AGAINST OUR HOUSE IS SO GREAT, DARK, VAST AND SINISTER THAT THE MASSES COULD NOT POSSIBLY BELIEVE, BUT THESE EVENTS ARE ALL REAL AND ALL BE TRUE.

ALL OF THESE DEMONIC DEVICES OF EVIL ARE OF BELIAR AND HIS COHORTS, AND ARE NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR ANTEDILUVIAN-(PRE-FLOOD ERA), ANCIENT OCCULTIC WITCHCRAFT-(THE SECRETS OF HEAVEN), USED TO DRAG THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL STRAIGHT TO HELL.

THESE ARE THE TOOLS OF HIS GREAT DECEPTION AND SADLY EXACTLY TWO-THIRDS OF YOU ZION SHALL FALL PREY TO HIS MANY DEVICES WHICH FLOW THROUGH HIS PEOPLE, THE WICKED HOUSE OF EDOM-(THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS).

YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WARNED...

SHALOM.

***CONCLUSION***

For Judgement-(DEATH) comes for Esau who is Amalek, who are Edom, which are the Caucasian nations by way of the WRATH OF THE LAMB.

REVELATION 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich)-(LORD YASHAYA KNOWS OUR OPPRESSION-AFFLICTION & DESTRUCTION AT THE HANDS OF OUR ENEMIES AS HE HIMSELF ENDURED THEM FOR US-BUT WE ARE RICH BECAUSE WE ARE THE LORD’S HERITAGE-WE ARE THE WORLD & THE WORLD WAS CREATED FOR US), and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews-(AMALEK-EDOM-THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS), and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan-(THESE WICKED SERPENTS ARE THE CHIEF HOUSE OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF).

All praises, honor and glory be unto the Most High God of the True 12 Tribes of Israel, bahashem Lord Yashaya Christ, wa Ruach Ho Kodesh, Amen.

***END OF SUMMARY***

NOW WHO SHALL DENY THIS REPORT?

J.R.WILLIS AUTHOR: A RACE OF DEMONS REFINED 2017 AUTHOR: SPIRITUAL CRIMES 2018 AUTHOR: THE PROPHECIES AUTHOR: THE BOOK OF DAEMONOLOGIE YEAR 2020'

[anthonylewis82]

A Complete Guide to Microbial Identification

Certain microbes make our life complex. Due to their widespread occurrence in the environment, it is very tough to control them. Identification of bacteria, yeast, or filamentous fungi to the species level is somewhat necessary to check their presence and growth. This is why Microbial Lab Testing is in high demand today.

With the species-level identification, we can differentiate between two species that arise from the same genus, which is often necessary in the treatment of infectious diseases. Let's say, the bacterial genus Yersinia has about 15 species and some of them contribute to forming a part of the normal human microflora; however, others are hazardous pathogens and need medical treatment.

Before we look into identification, let's outline a few of the primary applications of right microbial identification:

  Healthcare - Quick and precise identification of microbes is necessary for timely diagnosis and treatment of diseases.

Epidemiology - It is important to track and trace the microbes and new isolates that outbreak disease.

Pharmaceutical industry - Microorganisms are potential threats to sterility. Identifying them accurately is considered a good manufacturing practice requirement when it comes to the pharmaceutical industry.

You must be aware of some traditional methods used for identifying microorganisms. Now, let's discuss a few modern methods for identifying microbes -

Using Dipslide - The dipslide is a method for detecting the presence of microorganisms. Bacteria and fungi test kit prepared by an eminent microbial lab are quite useful for determining bacterial and fungal counts in a fast and simple approach. Each side of the dipslide is coated with a unique medium; one side is for bacteria and the other for fungi.

The test kit is prepared by eminent microbiologists upon heavy research powered by modern technologies and equipment. The microbiologists at the microbial lab would also guide you how to use the test kit effectively. You can order the products that are available online all the time.

Using PCR - PCR means polymerase chain reaction. PCR, including Real-Time PCR, is one of the most popular molecular techniques used for identifying microbes. With the test, one can detect and identify microbial species directly from clinical samples in no time.

  There are various PCR-based methods available today. Most include a universal set of PCR primers that track bacterial/fungal samples by arranging the PCR Amplicons. The 16S ribosomal RNA gene is regarded as the gold-standard sequence for bacterial identification through PCR, while the Internal Transcribed Spacer region is the main barcode marker for fungal species.

Through Microarray - Microarrays are a flexible tool used for the detection and discrimination of different microbial samples on one slide. The technique is fast since speed plays a big role in clinical settings for diagnosis and the timely initiation of appropriate antimicrobial treatment.

The microbial identification through Microarray depends on the hybridization of pre-amplified microbe-based DNA sequences to arrayed species-specific oligonucleotide probes. It is noted that each probe has a certain dye that fluoresces on hybridization. Similar to PCR, Microarray-based platforms use barcode regions.

By ELISA - ELISA is the short form of Enzyme-Linked Immunosorbent Assay. The methods that used ELISA can be set up for microorganism detection, specifically within diagnostics, on a species-by-species basis. Such methods are quite sensitive but they depend on very specific antibodies and highly discriminating protein within the organism of interest.

By Chemical - Identification of microbes becomes possible though two ways such as Fatty Acid Profiling and Metabolic Profiles/Chemo-Profiling.

• Fatty Acid Profiling: Fatty acids profile is used to detect an unidentified bacterial species by comparing with known profiles. Fatty acids are very important within bacterial cell membranes, and different bacterial species yield several combinations of fatty acids. This method is usually performed using a combination of mass spectrometry and gas chromatography.

  • Metabolic Profiles/Chemo-Profiling: In addition to primary metabolites such as ATP and ADP that are key components for growth, microorganisms produce a lot of secondary metabolites, which are not important for growth but are likely to beneficial within certain environments.

Secondary metabolites are antibiotics, pigments, immunosuppressive compounds and antioxidants. Such metabolites are a source of existing and newly developing drugs.

Different species usually generate unique secondary metabolite profiles that let us to detect known microbial species. Metabolic profiling is conducted by HPLC and mass spectrometry.

Conclusion

Be it your resident or aqueous industrial premises, regular microbe identification is very much essential to lead and maintain a safe and healthy environment. The microbial identification methods are not limited to what we have discussed here. They are really huge. But make sure our selected methods are widespread and very popular now-a-days.

Finally, we like to suggest you that apart from our complete guide to microbial identification, you need to have a consultation with top microbiologists at popular Microbial testing services. By doing so, your personal as well as environmental safety will be ensured fully.

[sw5w]

Chubba Ni Chees Sebulba!

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:02:22

There’s a lot going on in this shot, with many interesting background characters. Here’s a large unlabeled view to see all of them.

The biggest takeaway is what I believe is a new alien species. They appear to have a conical head inside a spherical clear helmet.

They may be one of the unidentified spacers in this shot, behind Dud Bolt’s podracer on the right.

They’re also copy-pasted into the top right corner of this shot, with the exact same pose and animation, along with Teyora Rekab (not wearing her helmet!)

Also interesting to see spectators of the species involved in the podrace: a trio of Aleena (like Ratts Tyerell) and a pair of Veknoids (like Teemto Pagalies).

This extra sitting beside Aehrrley Rue and Rum Sleg appears to be the same one who was sitting with Sebulba at Akim’s Munch (and packing a Merr-Sonn Model 434 “Deathhammer” blaster pistol!)

This unidentified spacer appeared twice before, once walking out of an alley just before the podrace, and even earlier when the group first entered Mos Espa standing in font of a repainted Luke's landspeeder (with wheels visible!) alongside another similarly dressed spacer.

This guy on the far left appeared in an earlier shot, along with the woman in yellow beside him.

This woman in the bottom left corner looks like the one who passed in front of Anakin at Akim’s Munch, but may be a different extra in similar costume.

These two appeared in the previous shot, but appear to have switch sides (or just flopped, but definitely in a whole different location in the stands!)

[tehlaen]

Day 8: “Magnetic Interference” (Morality)

Day 8 of the 30 Day Star Wars OC Challenge from @smuggler-captain that I’m doing with @lessdenied! Previous posts are tagged with #30dayswchallenge.

This is a bit of a deviation from the listed thing; the prompt for Day 8 is “Morality,” but I already touched on that a fair amount in previous entries. Instead, I decided to share a bit of fic that show-don’t-tells Teh’s morality in action. 

(Also, I’m a day late and possibly a little rambly, thanks to the mind-fogging effects of head colds and the cold meds meant to make them bearable. So, ya know, be kind!)

The system didn’t even have a name, so far as Teh’laen could recall. Just a seemingly random sequence of letters and numbers that some bored surveyor had assigned it before hurrying to put the unremarkable collection of mostly stationary rocks behind them. Pretty much described every spacer’s feelings on it, she reflected. It was conveniently located just off the major hyperlanes that connected Hutt Space and the portions of the Galaxy still occupied by the reeling Sith Empire. Aside from its location and a seemingly endless supply of asteroids full of useful, if common, minerals, it had absolutely nothing else to recommend it. Ships dropped out of hyperspace, fueled up and resupplied, then put the ugly little system out of sight and out of mind.

Teh’laen hated it, but it was a reliable source of income for her, so once again, she found herself cruising through at a leisurely pace, one eye fixed on the long-range sensors. A couple of passenger liners. Tiny mining pods and their motherships—some belonging to conglomerates, others operated by wildcat miners. A heavy cargo hauler looked promising at first; she swung around, paralleling the transport at a distance that could be considered mildly suspicious, but not outright hostile.

“Essix, peek in the window; let’s see if they’re carrying anything good.”

The droid toodled an acknowledgement and went to work. The comm panel lit up as Essix, through the subspace array, spat out an electronic handshake. The other ship’s transponder answered automatically; unless the crew was particularly astute, they probably wouldn’t even have noticed that their ship’s computers were being pinged. Essix used the handshake to piggyback on the signal to slice into the ship’s mainframe.

Teh had paid out the nose for Essix’s slicing module—top-of-the-line, military-grade, the kind of thing that made planetary governments both envious and deeply uneasy. It had cost a small fortune, but it’d proven a worthy investment time and again. (And, if she was being honest, she couldn’t say no to Essix and adored spoiling the little rustbucket.) Bypassing the cargo ship’s firewall was child’s play, and data began streaming across a secondary monitor as Essix plundered their quarry’s files.

Teh’s lips curled down in a frown. Agricultural products, medical supplies, some heavy construction equipment and prefab structures...Its manifest was chock full of goods that were neither especially portable nor valuable, and certainly not at the ratio necessary to justify the risk and effort… or, for that matter, the ethical implications of stealing food, medicine and building supplies from people who probably needed it.

With a sigh, Teh’laen peeled off, increasing speed to clear the hauler’s comfort zone. If she wasn’t going to steal from them, there was no reason to hang out uncomfortably close and make the crew nervous.

Her wandering flightpath took her through the farther reaches of the system--close enough to scan ships dropping out of hyperspace, but not so close she had to worry about getting run over by some mega-transport like an insect on a speeder’s windscreen.

Her control board lit up and Essix bleated a warning; another ship apparently had had the same idea as she had and was prowling the vicinity.

Active scans, but no intrusion. Good.

Since they’d already been rude enough to hit the Yime’Dizoh with active scans--the spacecraft equivalent  of bracketing her with a spotlight and scrutinizing her with macrobinoculars--she felt no compunction against returning the favor.

A three-dimensional mockup of the other craft sprang into existence, the results of her scans highlighted with orange and red arrows. Heavy weapons, reinforced shields, plenty of cargo capacity… She had a sinking feeling in her gut, and a glance at the ship’s registry confirmed it: It belonged to the Labor Alliance, the largest consortium of slavers in this region of space.

Both Teh’laen and the slavers altered their course in an unspoken, apparently mutual decision to leave each other be. Under other circumstances, this sort of detente could have been construed as professional courtesy; on those occasions when she and another thief had bumped into one another while targeting the same mark (a situation that occurred more often than one might think), they almost always came to a similar arrangement and went their separate ways.

By now, the slavers would have had time to make their own assessment of Teh’laen’s ship and its decidedly atypical outfitting, and they had likely come to the (accurate) conclusion that she was a pirate, engaged in similar activities to theirs. She suspected that they let her be as part of that unspoken professional courtesy... In the Twi’lek’s experience, slavers often saw themselves as pirates specializing in a very particular commodity; their counterparts rarely appreciated the comparison, and Teh was most definitely among those who resented any such equivalence. Thief, sure; slaver, never.

On Teh’s part, at least, the decision not to attack was purely pragmatic; she relished the idea of erasing a few slavers from existence. But the two ships were probably evenly matched, which made the potential conflict decidedly not to her liking.

“Essix, keep an eye on them; lemme know if they do anything interesting.”

The droid chirped an affirmative, and a little halo surrounded its blip on her sensor readout as Essix tagged it.

Another ship dropped out of hyperspace and Teh glanced at the sensor readout. What she saw elicited a grimace: a decrepit medium freighter, with weak shields and engines that looked to have been cobbled together in a junkyard.

“Faithful of Bezhil, huh? I dunno what a ‘Bezhil’ is.” She glanced at Essix questioningly, and the droid chirped in agreement. He, apparently, had no idea either. “Alright, this is almost certainly a waste of time, but check it anyway.”

Essix repeated his feat, slicing into the Faithful of Bezhil’s computers effortlessly. The manifest scrolled across her screen; as expected, nothing but passengers.

“I’m going to assume that they’re not passengers worth robbing,” Teh said dryly as she looked at Essix. “Nobody would choose to travel on that piece of junk if they could afford not to.”

A strobing flash out of the corner of her eye drew her attention to the sensor readout; the icon representing the slaver ship had changed course and was set to intercept the Faithful.

Oh, shit.

Teh’laen chewed on her bottom lip as the slavers came up on their target’s stern and roared past with barely five hundred meters separating them. The pilot of the passenger ship goosed the throttle, and it lurched forward. Even an idiot could tell that there was no way the Faithful could outrun the slavers; even with its burst of speed, it crawled like a drunken Hutt in comparison to the raider that had it in its sights.

The slaver vessel pulled up in a lazy loop, then dove at the passenger ship, laser cannons blazing. Hard light chewed through the weak shields like a blowtorch through butter.

“Unidentified ship, this is the passenger ship Faithful of Bezhil!” Teh cursed as the panicked shout of the transport’s pilot blared through her earpiece. “Please, we are unarmed, break off your attack!”

Unsurprisingly, their pleas did not have the desired effect; a second strafing run, this time with ion cannons, left the transport drifting, its vital systems disabled or destroyed. Its subspace comm array, at least, was still functional: “I repeat, we are unarmed! We are transporting religious pilgrims on a holy voyage, we have no valuables to steal!”

Teh’laen glanced at her comm panel. The stricken vessel was broadcasting on an open channel--either because the pilot had flailed at their console in a panic, or as a calculated ploy to beg assistance from any vessels within comm range.

If they’re betting on charity in this part of space, they are sadly mistaken, Teh’laen thought to herself. And yet…

She sighed and brought the Yime’Dizoh around in a lazy loop. Essix trilled a question at her, and she didn’t bother glancing over as she answered. “Yeah, I know. Just be ready.”

With its shields and engines disabled, the pilgrims’ ship floated, helpless, as the slavers grappled and docked at the port airlock. Teh kept her eyes on the controls and the holographic mockup of the slaver ship and steadfastly refused to contemplate what was happening aboard the Faithful.

The Yime’Dizoh orbited the two joined vessels, just out of weapons range of the slaver ship.  Coupled to its quarry like this, it couldn’t bring most of its armament to bear even if Teh’laen’s vessel was in range, though a couple of turrets tracked her as she flew past.

Her scanners swept the attackers and she started to formulate a plan of attack. Slavers were a predictable bunch, and this crew was apparently no different. The raider’s shields and weaponry were top of the line, but the people making the purchasing decisions didn’t bother to consider less straightforward angles of attack. The ship’s electronic-warfare and countermeasures suite was hopelessly, hilariously outdated by modern standards.

Teh’laen’s lips parted in a predatory grin, baring gleaming, sharply pointed teeth. “Essix? Let’s have some fun.”

As expected, Teh’laen and Essix quite enjoyed what followed, and the slavers--likewise according to Teh’s expectations--most definitely did not. With the Yime’Dizoh docked to the Faithful’s starboard airlock and thus shielded from the slavers’ weapons by the transport’s bulk, and with unfettered access to the slavers’ electronic systems, the confrontation was over in a matter of minutes.

Seated in her ship’s lounge, booted feet kicked up on the holotable and munching contentedly on a slice of beto melon she’d found in the galley, Teh’laen’s fingers flicked casually over the simulated control panel that Essix projected for her. Opening and closing the correct blast doors in the correct sequence shot most of the slavers out into vacuum before they even realized what was happening. By the time a couple of the brighter slavers--contradiction in terms, that--caught on, they were cut off from their ship. One grabbed a hostage, hauling him by his long, braided hair through the corridors, trusting that his unseen assailant wouldn’t space both attacker and victim. Which, Teh had to admit, was true.

That said, she reflected, if one were counting on a hostage to save one’s life, best to keep that hostage close and not drag them along a corridor with one’s arm outstretched. Particularly when a slicer had control of the blast doors and hatchways.

When she’d finished, the only trace of the slavers still aboard the pilgrim ship was a length of the late hostage-taker’s arm, severed just above the elbow. The hostage was having a fit; but, she thought to herself, better to be having a fit on this side of the airlock.

Teh’laen rose to feet, double-checking the charge on her blaster as she strolled to her ship’s airlock. “C’mon, Essix, let’s go clean up.”

The droid toodled at her derisively and she smirked. “Not literally. These poor fools want the blood mopped up, they can do it themselves.”

The Faithful of Bezhil was a mess. Passengers from more than a dozen different species sat, slumped or lay about in varying states of distress. Their clothes were rough, almost certainly hand-made, and their possessions were few and strictly of sentimental value.

“Vow of poverty, I guess,” she remarked dryly to no one in particular as she picked her way carefully among the pilgrims. They looked up at her with expressions ranging from guarded optimism to gratitude to mortal terror to near reverence, and it was the last that she found most discomfiting.

None of them had any symbols indicating rank, and since their clothes were uniformly shabby, she couldn’t even rely on the otherwise universal rule of “better clothes, higher status.”

She sighed and opened her arms, careful not to accidentally point the blaster held loosely in her right hand at any of the already traumatized passengers. “Anybody want to tell me who’s in charge or what the hell’s going on here?”

Faces turned in the direction of an old Zabrak, the tattoos on his face faded with age and the horns atop his head weathered and chipped. He gave Teh’laen a warm smile and stepped forward, holding out both of his hands to take hers.

She didn’t oblige, instead planting her left hand on her hip and letting her right arm dangle by her side, blaster pointed at the floor. “You in charge?” she asked coolly, one eyebrow arched.

He smiled and Teh’laen’s eyes tightened. “Our deity, the Great Consciousness Bezhil, is who’s ‘in charge’ here, Captain, as They are in all aspects of our lives.”

Fucking great. A sermon. No good deed, huh?

Teh’laen holstered her weapon with perhaps more force than was necessary and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fantastic. So can I talk to Bezhil? Or is there someone a little more corporeal that I can have a little chat with.”

A startled murmur rose from the Zabrak’s congregation and Teh set her jaw. Showing more sense than she would have thought, he bowed his head politely. “I suppose that would be me. My name is Hagen and I lead this group of adherents.”

Teh’laen glanced about, scanning faces, then returned her gaze to Hagen. “Okay. That answers my first question. My second question, though, still stands.”

The beneficent smile on the old man’s lips faded somewhat. “I apologize, Captain. What question was that?”

She sighed heavily. “What the hell is going on here? More to the point, what the hell were you thinking, traipsing through one of the most dangerous regions of space in a ship that, if I hadn’t personally seen it drop out of hyperspace, I would have mistaken for space junk?”

His smile grew again, and Teh’laen couldn’t fully keep the scowl off her own face. “Ah. As I said, we are pilgrims. This,” he waved around, indicating his flock and their vessel, “is but a test of our faith. In search of the enlightenment that will make us one with The Great Consciousness Bezhil, we travel the stars, trusting in Them to watch over us and provide what we need.”

“Right,” she replied dryly.

“Because we rely strictly on Their largesse, we do not keep any but the most rudimentary supplies on hand. Truth be told, I am not certain why those pirates attacked us; as we tried several times to explain, both before and after they boarded our humble ship, we have nothing of value to steal.”

“Idiot,” Teh ground out between her teeth.

Hagen looked at her with eyes wide, and shocked gasps came from the pilgrims closest to them. “I beg your pardon?”

“They weren’t pirates, you stupid bastards.” Her voice was less a recrimination than a dejected sigh, disappointed in their naivete. “They were slavers. They weren’t after credits or jewelry. You’re all poor, but the one thing they want, you possess in abundance.”

An expression of horror dawned on Hagen’s face and dozens of voices began to shout over one another. Teh’laen stood there, arms crossed, until the cacophony diminished.

The group’s leader recovered his  composure first, and he bowed his head toward her. “Then we are doubly grateful for your assistance, Captain. Truly, Bezhil has rewarded our faith with protection.”

The Lethan Twi’lek shifted her weight from one foot to the other, losing patience. “Maybe next time you should ask Bezhil for blaster cannons, deflector shields and engines that actually work.”

Hagen’s smile turned almost to a smirk, and Teh’s hands tightened on her arms to keep herself from reaching out and slapping it off his face. “No need, Captain. They sent us you.”

That does it.

Teh’laen lunged forward, grabbing the shoulders of Hagen’s roughspun tunic and bunching the fabric up in her fists. “Are you stupid?” she spat. “Your god didn’t send me. I’m a pirate. The only reason they took your ship instead of me is because you’re poor and don’t have anything I feel like taking from you.”

The look of panic on his face set off a guilty twinge in the back of her mind, but she didn’t let it show on her face. Good. Maybe he’ll realize that he can’t count on someone coming along to save him and his friends.

She released her grip and took a step back, then turned in a slow circle to take in the other pilgrims. “I scanned the damage to your ship; it’ll take a day or more to get your engines operational, and at least that long for shields. If it’s even possible to repair this thing. I’m not sticking around that long. I’ll be leaving in a little under two hours; anyone wants a ride, I suggest you be at the starboard airlock before I return. Only what you can carry. Though,” she added after a moment, “I guess that shouldn’t be a problem--vow of poverty and all.”

The quiet ripple of laughter heartened her, and she looked at Hagen. “Anyone injured?”

He shook his head. “Not seriously. We have medicine enough to treat them.”

“Good. I’ll be back.”

The slavers had been busy.

Teh’laen focused on the task. She refused to count the beings crammed into the hold, or speculate at their ages, or think about their injuries beyond what sort of treatment they’d require and whether she could provide it.

The controls for the shockcollars affixed to their necks was a closed circuit, not linked into the ship’s other systems, but once she and Essix had physical access to it, the droid’s slicing protocols made quick work of them.

Her voice was softer, but still briskly professional, as she swept her eyes over the freed slaves. “I’ll be leaving shortly. If you’d rather not stick around, you can get a ride to some place with a medical facility, maybe even a Republic embassy. I can’t promise th….”

She trailed off as she spotted a Devaronian near the very back. Something was off about him; Teh’laen’s eyes narrowed to slits of amethyst and she pushed through the crowd to face him. He cringed and shied away from her.

Too clean. That was it. She grabbed one of the Devaronian’s horns with one hand, wrenching his head around so that her other hand could pull down the neck of his freshly-laundered shirt.

“No shockcollar, hmm?” Her scarlet lips, pressed into a thin line, paled to a sickly pink.

“N-no, they j-j-just captured me!”

“Uh huh.”  Teh let go of him and he straightened his shirt, looking around warily at the freed slaves starting to press in upon them.

A small vibroblade dropped into her palm with a flick of her wrist, and she reached up and rent the fabric from navel to collarbone.

The Devaronian clutched the ruined cloth around him, trying desperately--and futilely--to conceal the tattoos that marked him as a proud member of the Labor Alliance.

Teh’laen regarded him coolly. The former captives watched their former captor with bloodlust, but they glanced at the tall Twi’lek before they made any move.

She shifted her weight to one hip, holding one elbow in the palm of her hand as she inspected her nails with studied indifference.

“Hm.”

Nearly a hundred eyes stared at her.

“I’m leaving shortly,” she remarked offhandedly, then turned for the hatch. “Make it fast.”

[eunnui]

I hope you do well on it!! (what's it about? can i ask that? IDK if i'll understand or not, but...)

Im doing honours in biology, but my project reaches into (enviromental) microbiology as well (note: im a microbiology and biology major)

So my project is on 3 newly isolated unidentified strains of cyanobacteria which originate from moss and lilypads from a lake in Wuhan, China. These strains are special because they can make a certain type of chlorophyll called chlorophyll f

So cyanobacteria are cool cos theyre the only oxygenic photoaynthetic bacteria, and also theyre who we need to thank for for making 1) the earth have oxygen and 2) plants (as theyre the origin of the creation of chlorophyll).

Also dunno if ya know this but theres different structurally distinct forms of chlorophyll. Almost all oxygebic photosynthetic organisms have chl a. So chl a can’t absorb all light wavelengths, especially light wavelengths beyound 700nm. This is where cool chlorophylls like chl d and f absorb light called ‘far red light’.

So ya anyway back to my project

So first i had to see at least what genus my strains aka my babies belonged to. I sewuenced their 16S-23S Internal Transcribed Spacer region (ITS) gene region and then searched and compared the sequence to their identified closest related strains available on the NCBI database (its this massive database with many things including gene sewuence and functioms and proteins and organism sequences). Also i got certain domains (its like sections of its dna sequence) and folded it and compared isolates with their relatives to see if they were similar (thus belonged to that genus) or ver different (thus did not belong in that genus). And ye so:Strain 1 belongs in Leptolyngbya. Strain 18 belongs in Chorococcidiopsis. And Strain 10 is still unknown.

So next i had to grow my strains into healthy stock cultures for further studies. I 'optimised’ the culture conditions to make my strains have higer growth rates and stuff. So that means i tested different light intensities, salinities, pH, and temperatures to see what combo each of my babies liked. Omg so when i got them they were on thr brink of death!!!! Like i thought i was killing or contaminating them but in fact they were suffering under thr initial conditions! So initially they were being grown under light intensity of 20 microeinsteins (uE) of white light, at 27oC, 0% salinity BG-11 freshwater media, at pH 7.5-8.And like almost all my strains liked this except the BIG FACTOR to photosynthesis: light intensity! My strains came from a super shaded environment, so it wasnt surprising that they liked low light conditions between 5-10 uE. Aka from them on in order tk grow them good i had to place a piece of fabric on top of cultures to grow them!! My picky little NEETs ;u; so proud of them theyre too cute!

So after optimisimg them, they grew so happy to the point rhat one of them was contaminating cultures of anothrr lol

So next i exposed cultures to different qualities of light (different wavelengths) aka different colours of light in order to see how light quality effects growth and photopigments. Btw photopigments are proteins that harvest light.Ok so i tested white light, blue light, green light, orange red light, and far red light. Strain 1 was so wild sjsvhshsh the cells changed colours dramatically across each loght treatment! Like in blue light it looked pink, white light it looked brown, orange red light it looked green. Later found out from pigment analysis that this was cos it was altering something called its phicobiliproteins which are special proteins of the phycobilisome antenna that absorbs different colours of light.

All strains made chl f only under far red light CONFIRMED

All strains made thr most carotenoids in blue light and far red light. Ok so this is cool cos carotenoids play lotsa roles in photosynthetic organisms like it harvests blue-green light, it acts as an antioxidant so it takes away reactive oxygen species which can damage the other photosynthetic proteins, also quenches overexcited photosynthetic proteins so they dont hurt themselves, and they also play a role in cell wall and protein structure stability 👌👌👌 think of them as sunscreen for chloroplasts 👏👏👏 so strains 1 and 18 grew alright in blue light meaning that they were using carotenoids for protection AND harvesting. Whilst strain 10 almost died in blue light, so it was only using carotenoids for protection.

I also got some coll fotos from confocal microscopy feel free to drop an ask and ill post some pics of them 👌👌👌 that machine hates me and its a miracle i even got these pictures lol

So ye! Characterised lotsa things for these newly isolatex strains! Cbb going through my discussion section so heres some dot points

- strains like low light and freshwater conditions- syrains show particularly 2 types of chromatic acclimation far red light photoaccilamtion and complementary chromatic acclimation- their ability to grow under low light and alter their photopigments in respinse to the light environment means that they could be strains for biofuel production- strain 1 can be used as a teaching aid for classes on phycobilisome function cos it changes its phycobiliproteins so dramatically in response to light quality

[phooll123]

LA Fitness employees leave 

company after accusations of racial profiling

Charisse Jones  |  USA TODAYLA Fitness says that three of its employees are no longer with the company after an African American man claimed he and a friend were racially profiled at one of the chain's clubs. In an emailed statement, the California-based Fitness International confirmed "that the three employees most closely involved in the incident are no longer with us.'' Tshyrad Oates posted four videos on Facebook Monday that showed moments of an encounter at an LA Fitness club in Secaucus, NJ that have been shared over 57,000 times. In a lengthy message, Oates accused staffers of falsely accusing him and a friend who was a club member of not paying to work out, and then calling the police. Oates’ friend, who is unidentified, notes in one of the clips that “we’re the only two black people in the gym. Been having problems with this staff for months over nothing. Every time, something new.��’ Jill Greuling, executive vice president of operations for the fitness chain said in a statement that “regrettably. . . our staff unnecessarily escalated the situation and called the police rather than work through it.’’ The incident comes in the wake of two black men, Rashon Nelson and Donte Robinson, being arrested at a Philadelphia Starbucks after being asked to leave because they had not purchased anything to eat or drink. More: Starbucks victims speak out, ask for their arrests to inspire change More: Starbucks did it. Is it OK to kick you out of a store? More: Starbucks' 911 call that led to Philadelphia arrests of two black men Their treatment has brought heightened attention to the bias African Americans say that they continue to experience at businesses ranging from restaurants to retail shops. Starbucks has since said it will shut all of its company owned stores in the U.S. so that its employees can undergo anti-bias training. The LA Fitness incident occurred Monday. Oates wrote on Facebook that roughly 30 minutes after he'd met his friend and signed in with a four-day guest pass, a member of the club's staff told him that he "had to leave or pay.'' She then also accused his friend, a member, of not paying.

Starbucks will close 8,000 US stores May 29 for racial-bias training Starbucks plans to close more than 8,000 U.S. stores for several hours next month to conduct racial-bias training for nearly 175,000 workers. This comes after two black men were arrested in one of its stores in Philadelphia. (April 18) AP

"My friend stated to her that he is an active and current member and that his gym tag was in his locker,'' Oates wrote. "He felt racially profiled and embarrassed . . .  in front of other members at the gym.''

Moments leading up to Starbucks arrest revealed in 911 call Philadelphia police released the 911 call that led to the arrests of two black men accused of trespassing at Starbucks. USA TODAY

A little while later, two police officers arrived and questioned the men on why they were working out when they were not members. One of the posted video clips shows Oates' friend giving his membership tag to an employee to apparently be re-scanned. But ten minutes later, Oates says, more police officers arrived, and a manager said he and his friend had to leave and were barred from ever returning. Oates did not respond to messages, and said in a Facebook post Wednesday that "we will not be doing any interviews at this time as advised by our attorneys.'' Greuling of Fitness International said that a woman working at the club's front desk thought the club member was a guest and wasn’t aware that he had already checked in, showing his membership card as required. “Clearly, this is a long time member, with a current, valid membership,’’ Greuling said. “We want to clarify that no membership was cancelled and no one, including the member’s guest, was banned from the club.  We have spoken to the member to apologize and assure him that he and his guests are welcome in our clubs at all times.’’ She added that the company is “currently exploring potential training content and opportunities to better train our staff.’’

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[sharonkfalk]

Ship Life

I have about 3 months left here on the ship and this got me feeling a bit reflective. 

Some weird things that have become normal that I've come to appreciate:

Each day I am greeted, by name, countless times. My friends act happy and excited to see me even if I already saw them 53 times this week 

Shared meals. Three times a day. Sometimes you feel like an awkward kid in the cafeteria in a coming of age teen movie looking for a "safe" place to sit... Sometimes you have long, painful conversations with strangers (because you just don't always hit it off right away 100% of of the time!). Most times it's awesome to sit around a table with friends, eating together, lingering around the table, talking for ages. 

I get to watch all kinds of ships coming in and out of the port. I like tug boats the best. There is something relaxing about watching containers being unloaded off ships too. It's just so methodical. 

Delicious pineapples and coconuts that are cheaper than dirt. 

Almost every single day, whether it's in town or on the ship I see something or experience something totally new: a man holding up a massive, dead lizard on the side of the road... A lady with a basket containing 20-30 live chickens on her head... A motorcycle passenger holding 2 live goats... Eating unrecognizable fruits in the market when someone offers them to you... In Benin, there is always a surprise right around the corner! 

I have really cool roommates - whether we’re sitting on the floor in our cabin talking or it’s an African-fabric fashion show... it’s been awesome getting to know Gabriela and Deddy

I've made friends with people from all over the world from all walks of life. Engineers, physicians, sparkies (Aussie speak for electricians), carpenters, naval officers, IS support, physical therapists, nurses, missionaries from other NGOs... People from the England, Northern Ireland, Peru, Australia, Holland, USA... The list goes on and on! 

"how ya goin?" (Said really quickly) Is Australian slang for: "Hello my dear friend! how are you doing on this fine day?" 

Doing the best we can with what we have. Creative solutions. Making spacer devices to be used with inhalers (about $50 retail price at home) by hand out of plastic med bottles. A formulary that is limited (the drug I miss most: PipTaz!). Drugs we have here that we don't have in Canada. Running out of (or almost running out of) meds is decidedly not fun, but the challenge of strategizing and problem solving is! 

Labelling prescriptions with French instructions ("Donnez 10 ml trois fois par jour pendant 7 jours") is fun! 

Cheering from random strangers when I'm biking. "Bravo!" "Bon travail! (Good job!)" and occasionally other French phrases I don't understand but assume are words of encouragement 

 Some Things I do not enjoy quite as much...

Fire drills every two weeks. Because it's "maritime law." (Yeah I am pretty sure that’s a made up thing) Sometimes at 6am. Sometimes when it's 35*C outside and there is no shade to be found. 

Random marriage proposals - sometimes amusing and entertaining. sometimes creepy or just weird like “I will follow you to where you live, ok?" Umm no thanks! Hard pass! 

Men urinating on the side of the street (or the middle of the street.. Basically anywhere is fair game apparently). The smell of urine wafting from a culvert as you walk by is something I will NOT miss. I am terrified I will accidentally fall into one of the huge holes in the sidewalk at some point. 

Being sweaty all of time. 

Never being incognito... White people stick out and you can expect crowds of people to yell "yovo! Yovo!!" constantly. Kids sing a song: "yovo yovo, bonsoir! ca va bein, merci!" all the time when you just walk by. For the first few months it was cute, now I just wish I could blend in and walk down the street without causing a scene.  

There are stains of questionable origin and duration on the carpet in my cabin.

Struggling to communicate in another language sucks. Once this resulted in someone ordering an unidentifiable animal instead of chicken at a restaurant (it was a rabbit-like animal... All I know for sure is that it had a little claw-like hand still attached *shudder*). It has given me a taste of what it's like to be a minority's in a foreign country - the frustrations that come with not being able to communicate and the difficulties of trying to pick up on cultural norms. I definitely have a new level of empathy for immigrants. 

Scanning in and out with an ID badge to go through my "front door" (although I love chatting with the Gurkah’s during this process... I just miss the freedom of being able to come and go without fanfare) 

Traffic jams in the port or delays that result in long waits to get in and out of the port. Although watching massive trucks maneuver around each other is like tetris in real life 

I haven't seen a viral video on YouTube or downloaded new music since I've been here. How will I know what all the cool kids are talking about when I’m back home?! 

I have a curfew (for the first time in 10+ years!) 

[sw5w]

And Back Again, It's the Mighty Dud Bolt with That Incredible Racing Machine, the Vulptereen 327

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