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yatescountyhistorycenter · 2 months ago

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Are we there yet?

By C.J. Hartman Thompson

(The following article originally appeared in Bluff & Vine, a literary review featuring work created in and around the Finger Lakes region of New York State, and is published here with the permission of the magazine. This article also appeared in three parts in Yates Past, the bi-monthly newsletter of the Yates County History Center).

I vividly recall growing up in the 1960s and ’70s, as if it were yesterday. Two of my younger siblings, our parents, and me, sitting upon red padded chairs, separated as if by seniority around the outskirts of our chrome-legged Formica top table. There, as with most nights before, we conversed over our day’s events, with my mother monitoring our consumption, occasionally reminding us three kids, “Children in China would be grateful to have half the food we had on our plates!” This, a likely response to me chasing nasty whole beets about on my plate with a fork, while my sister pretended she liked the venison steak that she would eventually conceal in her napkin and later place in the trash. My brother, forever innocent, and the youngest at the time, would proclaim that my sister and I were staring at him, knowing full well that it would get us in trouble again.

We were all expected to clean our plates and leave the kitchen spotless or forfeit going for our nightly ride out on Bluff Point. Exiting our home toward the driveway, as if in response to the slam of our screen door, I recall yelling, “I have the middle,” as we piled into our 1972 green Pontiac Catalina in reckless abandon, absent of all regard for the use of seatbelts. None of us wanted to sit behind our father, because when he smoked his pipe, he would periodically empty it against his outside driver’s door handle, sending the ashes back into the rear window. Adorned with his corn-cob pipe, our father preferred a tobacco named Sir Walter Raleigh, which came in a variety of red and black tins. Back then, there wasn’t any consideration given to children purchasing tobacco products, and so I remember biking to either Loblaws or Charles Bollen’s Super Duper to purchase tobacco, filters, or pipe cleaners for Dad. Our dad, having grown up on Pepper Road, could tell you about every nook and cranny on Bluff Point there was to know. My siblings and I never knew where we would end up on these nightly adventures, as we called them.

We would leave our home on the lower West Lake Road, which was behind Race’s Willowhurst Garage. Our grandfather Alton owned and operated the garage after being discharged from the Army, having served in World War II. We would head south to Keuka Park, and on the lake side going toward Keuka Park, Dad and Mom told us that this larger red brick building in Brandy Bay was once the electric generating plant for the Penn Yan, Keuka Park and Branchport Railroad. One of our great-grandfathers, Ray Kenyon, had been a conductor on one of the trolley cars.

Brandy Bay had been the hot spot back in the day, as just behind the tracks, closer to the lake, there had been a place called Electric Park, where folks would spend summer evenings listening to music and dancing in a community pavilion. Our parents were quick to mention that the railroad and Electric Park were way before their time, certain that the passenger service had stopped in 1927, while the railroad continued to transport freight for some years afterward.

In the early ’60s, the lower West Lake Road ran directly from Indian Pines to the Brandy Bay trolley stop, passing scattered family-owned cottages along the way. Remnants of the original track lie east of today’s Central Avenue, which wouldn’t be constructed until many years later. Minutes from Brandy Bay, we would be at the stop sign with the main entrance of Keuka College on our left. Ball Hall, Hegeman Hall, and Harrington Hall looked very impressive to all of us. An all-female college at the time, Keuka College became co-ed in 1985. Both my sister and I agreed that we would attend there following our graduation from high school, and the college would later graduate five members of our immediate families.

Turning right after stopping, our parents, pointing left, acknowledged the location of a general store and café owned by the Johnson family close to where the former Keuka Park Fire Department building stands, now a storage facility for Keuka College. A gazebo has been constructed nearby, a gift from a Keuka College alumni. Further up the road on the right was the community center, which is now the location for the Branchport and Keuka Park Fire Department. By this point in the ride and yet only minutes from home, one of us kids would ask, “Are we there yet?” to which Dad likely replied, “Pipe down, sit back, and enjoy the ride.”

Once out of Keuka Park, we headed southwest up Skyline Drive, where we were encouraged to look for deer, be they in a field or hedgerow, coming to a stop the moment any of us saw one. I kid you not, it wasn’t out of the norm to spot herds in excess of 60 deer milling about the fields of the bluff near dusk. If the deer were standing close to the road, Dad, placing two fingers in his mouth, would send a loud whistle their way, scaring them back into the impenetrable woods. In truth, I think he enjoyed watching them hop and dart back to the safety of the trees, while telling us how the motion of their tails would signal to the other deer in the herd if danger were nearby. I laugh now as I could not tell you the number of times we would stop, each of us pondering, “Are we there yet?”

The Herrick Cemetery, an old cemetery associated with the Bluff Point community, is soon pointed out to us, as our fourth-great grandparents, Elisha and Charlotte “Latchie” Knickerbocker Kenyon are both buried there. The cemetery itself sits back maybe 50 yards from Skyline Drive and looks majestic, as it sits higher than the fields surrounding it. I have in recent years gone there and walked around. Numerous markers made from old limestone have either toppled over or are not even marked. Elisha and Charlotte’s markers looked to have been repaired. It is a beautiful and tranquil spot, as one can overlook the valley, the rolling hills, and surrounding vineyards. Now the trees, once saplings 60 years ago, are large deciduous trees with the exception of a lonesome pine, all offering shade to those who rest in peace beneath them.

This particular day had been a hot one, and thankfully it was slowly cooling down. The evening sun was hesitant to disappear, and from our vantage point it looked to be like a red orange balloon in the sky way off in the distance. We knew tomorrow would also be another sweltering day. The smell of Coppertone Sun-tan Lotion, applied earlier in the day, still lingered, having been outside all day. Still near the cemetery, Dad might then point out the Pinnacle, which is about the same elevation of 1,400 feet above sea level as Bluff Point. The Pinnacle is a peak that overlooks Bluff Point and Branchport.

The Esperanza Mansion, in the distance, was perfectly placed close to the tip of the Pinnacle and was completed in July of 1838 by John Nicholas Rose, a wealthy farmer from Virginia. Upon further research, the Roses for the most part had many of the early indigenous people known to inhabit Bluff Point along with a retinue of enslaved people provide much of the labor in construction of the mansion. It is believed that they transported the limestone from near the end of the Bluff by canoe to the shores currently in care of Keuka Lake State Park. The limestone provided necessary support in the construction of its 11- to 14-inch thick walls, complete with internal shutters to cover the windows, given the potential for rogue arrows to be directed at them.

Unbeknownst to me, the Esperanza Mansion was also part of the Underground Railroad during the Civil War. Mind you, as kids, Dad was simply pointing to a huge hill beyond the cemetery that had a huge house on it. We were impatient of course to get to wherever Dad was taking us. Even with all windows down, just sitting next to one another we were weary of the heat and our knees and elbows bumping into one another for what we thought had been a monumental amount of time. One of us again asked, “Are we there yet?” Mom turned around and gave us the look as if to say, you best not ask that again.

Further up the road from the cemetery, we take a right turn at the “V” intersection, remaining on Skyline Drive. Should one choose the road to the left, you are on Vine Road. At this junction stands a small house, formerly a two-room schoolhouse my father attended. With additional research, I found the original structure was built in 1860 for $395. Its location was known as Jerusalem District No. 4, Fingar District. Several improvements were made between 1861 and 1903; a coal stove replaced the wood-burning unit, walls were plastered, a wire fence was built, new student seats, an entrance hall was added, new floor installed, and shade trees were planted in 1903. The salary for one teacher for the winter and summer terms was $5 per week.

My siblings and I were astonished to think that the little house could be a school and that Dad had to walk to school with his siblings. Dad smirks when he tells us that he along with some of his buddies would tip over the outhouse when other students were in there. Though the distance seemed like miles to us, it was less than a half-mile from his Pepper Road home, absent concern for the weather. My siblings and I make eye contact across the large backseat, grateful to hop on a bus only minutes away from our home, transported to a larger school complete with running water and plumbing.

Still on Skyline Drive, we have now gone by the northwest entrance to Scott Road, as we still call it today. There is a house that looks to be half in the ground on the left. Mom mentions the property the house now resides upon was once left to my dad’s mother when her father had passed away, and for whatever reason, my grandparents relinquished their ownership, though the cost of additional taxes may have been motivation at the time.

If we were lucky, some nights we would see the occasional flock of turkeys trot across the road, as they like to roost just before sunset. Tempted by the possibility of an ice cream cone from Seneca Farms, we were all encouraged to increase our focus out the windows, in search of wildlife running amuck. We were rubbernecking, as competition grew to spot the next animal or feathered friend.

Just down the road a piece is the John Hall Road, which was and still is a dead end. The only things we could see from Skyline Drive were a huge barn and a house down over the hill surrounded by vineyards that looked as though they may well go all the way to the lake. Our ride proved to be more interesting and fun the further we went out on the bluff.

Arriving upon yet another old schoolhouse, which I have researched as being District No. 5, the Kenyon District, Scott Settlement District, Bluff Point District. This schoolhouse is located near the southern entrance of the Scott Road and Skyline Drive intersection. Today, the most recent owner of the schoolhouse has taken the roof off of the building and placed a huge telescope in its place, making it the perfect spot for an observatory.

Fewer houses embellish our views out of the Pontiac, as we make our way to the end of the bluff, soon approaching the home of Marland (Dutch) Griffith and his wife, Izzy (Isabelle Walrath) on the left.

They were both dear friends of our parents. I believe Dutch and Izzy owned around 210 acres out on the bluff, which had two houses and multiple outbuildings. One of the homes, not visible from the road, was in fact Dutch’s childhood home, complete with a working hand-pump above its dug well and a three-holed outhouse east of the dwelling. A large red barn to the south stored his wooden bobsleds and countless wooden beer lugs used to harvest grapes by hand, prior to modern convenience.

The house visible from Skyline Drive also had a pole barn where firewood, tractors, and implements were stored, while a wood framed hangar lay tucked away in the corner of a hardwoods, secreting Dutch’s single-engine plane, complete with canvas wings and but one seat.

An avid private pilot, Dutch was a member of the Penn Yan Flying Club, having earned his license by bicycling once a week to Penn Yan and back in his teens. Our mom, more curious than our father, once went for a brief ride in the plane. She recalls sitting upon a turned over 5-gallon bucket for a seat.

Before takeoff, Mom recalls asking Dutch if the door handle was secure enough. There was what looked to be a water hose going out onto the upper edge of the windshield from within the plane, transferring fuel to the engine. Dutch took Mom as far as Bath and back, she having a death grip on Dutch’s shoulder during the flight’s entirety. Liking the ride, she was no less happy to be back on the ground, and still the three of us begged to ask, "Are we there yet?”

The Scott family lived across from Dutch and Izzy, while the Disbrow family home and property lay to the south and east side of Skyline drive, separated by a vineyard retained by the Scotts. The Disbrow family still owns much of the land on both sides of Skyline Drive, running all the way to the Garrett property on the east side of Skyline Drive but ending somewhat sooner on the west side.

Mom excitedly tells us when Dad and she were first dating they walked down over the hill near Disbrows and carved their initials into a tree. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave the surrounding landscape a stunning panoramic view. We felt as though we were on top of the world. One could see only the tops of other hills, Barrington to the east and Pulteney to the west. We could see deer everywhere in the fields on both sides of the road.

We pulled over on the east side near the little old stone spring house that still today feeds water to the Garrett Chapel. We all got out to stretch our legs and gazed in the direction of the Wagener Mansion, built by Abraham Wagener in 1833 on the southern tip of Bluff Point. Dad mentioned the stones used to build the foundation of the mansion were rumored to have come from the early indigenous ruins on Bluff Point. The mansion is not only intimidating by its size, but the grounds around the residence were well taken care of.

Dad was like an encyclopedia, full of information that he wanted to share with us. He then mentions our great-grandfather, Ray Kenyon, had been the manager of Paul Garrett’s vineyards for a time. Dad, along with his father and brother, all worked for the Garrett family, tending to their vineyards and fields, often using work horses to complete many tasks up and over the steep terrain, better suited to billy goats.

In writing this story, I interviewed my brother, who spent countless hours hunting with our dad on the bluff. I inquired as to whether I had forgotten any significant locations we may have heard tell of during the course of our rides, and he had several: Besides knowing the whereabouts of abandoned wells of grave importance to hunters, he mentioned places like the Hogpen, the Hole, and the Hairpin. The latter two, still visible on Google Earth, each name assigned to trails forged for farming or logging, all located on the west side of Skyline Drive.

Conversation momentarily turns to ice cream, and the debate ensues as to who wants what, with many, “I changed my minds,” in between. Both Dad and Mom settle on splitting a banana split. Returning North on Skyline Drive, Dad decided to take the first left going down Pepper Road.

I have found in old articles that Pepper Road had also been called Pepperville Road. The property immediately on the west side of the road had once belonged to the Pepper family. John William Pepper and Ruth Annie Kirk had immigrated from Leicestershire, England. They raised their family on Bluff Point. Dad went into great detail describing how the farm was huge, with a great big white farmhouse and a barn. He had never been in the house but was told by other Pepper family members that there had been a wood kitchen stove, and water needed for the kitchen was brought up by the pail from a pump down the hill in the gully. There was also an outhouse.

They owned several animals: cows, horses to pull the plow, rabbits, chickens, and pigs. Best known for their Concord grape vineyards, they also had assorted apple, cherry, and pear trees as well as black and red raspberries and strawberries. This property is now part of Keuka Lake State Park. Sadly, the Pepper home perished in a fire.

Our ride down Pepper Road continued, and we only had to cross over West Bluff Drive, which was perpendicular to Skyline Drive. This next property belonged to Herb Valentine; he owned around 114 acres, with his property adjoining the Gridley property. Both Pepper and Valentine properties went down the hill from Skyline Drive to Keuka Lake.

Dad and his father had been out hunting deer on a cold December morning when they heard cries for help coming from the Herb Valentine property. They found Herb lying on the ground near the wood pile. He had gone out to get wood for his stove the night before and fallen. Unable to get up, he had laid there overnight. Thankfully, Mr. Valentine didn’t suffer any great harm.

The Finger Lakes State Park, as it was known then, filed notice of acquisition and transfer of deeds, dated November of 1961 after the death of Herb Valentine. The Pepper and Valentine property totaled close to 500 acres.

I remember Dad parking the car at the top of West Bluff Drive in the winter, as the road was and still isn’t plowed in the winter. My parents, my siblings, and I would trudge through the snow part way down West Bluff Drive with our sleds in tow. We would be exhausted just going sledding down the hill two or three times.

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thoughtportal · 2 years ago

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Once You See the Truth About Cars, You Can’t Unsee It https://www.nytimes.com/2022/12/15/opinion/car-ownership-inequality.html

By Andrew Ross and Julie Livingston

Mr. Ross and Ms. Livingston are professors at New York University, members of its Prison Education Program Research Lab and authors of the book “Cars and Jails: Freedom Dreams, Debt, and Carcerality.”

In American consumer lore, the automobile has always been a “freedom machine” and liberty lies on the open road. “Americans are a race of independent people” whose “ancestors came to this country for the sake of freedom and adventure,” the National Automobile Chamber of Commerce’s soon-to-be-president, Roy Chapin, declared in 1924. “The automobile satisfies these instincts.” During the Cold War, vehicles with baroque tail fins and oodles of surplus chrome rolled off the assembly line, with Native American names like Pontiac, Apache, Dakota, Cherokee, Thunderbird and Winnebago — the ultimate expressions of capitalist triumph and Manifest Destiny.

But for many low-income and minority Americans, automobiles have been turbo-boosted engines of inequality, immobilizing their owners with debt, increasing their exposure to hostile law enforcement, and in general accelerating the forces that drive apart haves and have-nots.

Though progressive in intent, the Biden administration’s signature legislative achievements on infrastructure and climate change will further entrench the nation’s staunch commitment to car production, ownership and use. The recent Inflation Reduction Act offers subsidies for many kinds of vehicles using alternative fuel, and should result in real reductions in emissions, but it includes essentially no direct incentives for public transit — by far the most effective means of decarbonizing transport. And without comprehensive policy efforts to eliminate discriminatory policing and predatory lending, merely shifting to electric from combustion will do nothing to reduce car owners’ ever-growing risk of falling into legal and financial jeopardy, especially those who are poor or Black.

By the 1940s, African American car owners had more reason than anyone to see their vehicles as freedom machines, as a means to escape, however temporarily, redlined urban ghettos in the North or segregated towns in the South. But their progress on roads outside of the metro core was regularly obstructed by the police, threatened by vigilante assaults, and stymied by owners of whites-only restaurants, lodgings and gas stations. Courts granted the police vast discretionary authority to stop and search for any one of hundreds of code violations — powers that they did not apply evenly. Today, officers make more than 50,000 traffic stops a day. Driving while Black has become a major route to incarceration — or much worse. When Daunte Wright was killed by a police officer in April 2021, he had been pulled over for an expired registration tag on his car’s license plate. He joined the long list of Black drivers whose violent and premature deaths at the hands of police were set in motion by a minor traffic infraction — Sandra Bland (failure to use a turn signal), Maurice Gordon (alleged speeding), Samuel DuBose (missing front license plate) and Philando Castile and Walter Scott (broken taillights) among them. Despite widespread criticism of the flimsy pretexts used to justify traffic stops, and the increasing availability of cellphone or police body cam videos, the most recent data shows that the number of deaths from police-driver interactions is almost as high as it has been over the past five years.

In the consumer arena, cars have become tightly sprung debt traps. The average monthly auto loan payment crossed $700 for the first time this year, which does not include insurance or maintenance costs. Subprime lending and longer loan terms of up to 84 months have resulted in a doubling of auto loan debt over the last decade and a notable surge in the number of drivers who are “upside down”— owing more money than their cars are worth. But, again, the pain is not evenly distributed. Auto financing companies often charge nonwhite consumers higher interest rates than white consumers, as do insurers.

Formerly incarcerated buyers whose credit scores are depressed from inactivity are especially red meat to dealers and predatory lenders. In our research, we spoke to many such buyers who found it easier, upon release from prison, to acquire expensive cars than to secure an affordable apartment. Some, like LeMarcus, a Black Brooklynite (whose name has been changed to protect his privacy under ethical research guidelines), discovered that loans were readily available for a luxury vehicle but not for the more practical car he wanted. Even with friends and family willing to help him with a down payment, after he spent roughly five years in prison, his credit score made it impossible to get a Honda or “a regular car.” Instead, relying on a friend to co-sign a loan, he was offered a high-interest loan on a pre-owned Mercedes E350. LeMarcus knew it was a bad deal, but the dealer told him the bank that would have financed a Honda “wanted a more solid foundation, good credit, income was showing more,” but that to finance the Mercedes, it “was actually willing to work with the people with lower credit and lower down payments.” We interviewed many other formerly incarcerated people who followed a similar path, only to see their cars repossessed.

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LeMarcus was “car rich, cash poor,” a common and precarious condition that can have serious legal consequences for low-income drivers, as can something as simple as a speeding ticket. A $200 ticket is a meaningless deterrent to a hedge fund manager from Greenwich, Conn., who is pulled over on the way to the golf club, but it could be a devastating blow to those who mow the fairways at the same club. If they cannot pay promptly, they will face cascading penalties. If they cannot take a day off work to appear in court, they risk a bench warrant or loss of their license for debt delinquency. Judges in local courts routinely skirt the law of the land (in Supreme Court decisions like Bearden v. Georgia and Timbs v. Indiana) by disregarding the offender’s ability to pay traffic debt. At the request of collection agencies, they also issue arrest or contempt warrants for failure to appear in court on unpaid auto loan debts. With few other options to travel to work, millions of Americans make the choice to continue driving even without a license, which means their next traffic stop may land them in jail.

The pathway that leads from a simple traffic fine to financial insolvency or detention is increasingly crowded because of the spread of revenue policing intended to generate income from traffic tickets, court fees and asset forfeiture. Fiscally squeezed by austerity policies, officials extract the funds from those least able to pay. This is not only an awful way to fund governments; it is also a form of backdoor, regressive taxation that circumvents voters’ input.

Deadly traffic stops, racially biased predatory lending and revenue policing have all come under public scrutiny of late, but typically they are viewed as distinct realms of injustice, rather than as the interlocking systems that they are. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it: A traffic stop can result in fines or arrest; time behind bars can result in repossession or a low credit score; a low score results in more debt and less ability to pay fines, fees and surcharges. Championed as a kind of liberation, car ownership — all but mandatory in most parts of the country — has for many become a vehicle of capture and control.

Industry boosters promise us that technological advances like on-demand transport, self-driving electric vehicles and artificial intelligence-powered traffic cameras will smooth out the human errors that lead to discrimination, and that car-sharing will reduce the runaway costs of ownership. But no combination of apps and cloud-based solutions can ensure that the dealerships, local municipalities, courts and prison industries will be willing to give up the steady income they derive from shaking down motorists.

Aside from the profound need for accessible public transportation, what could help? Withdraw armed police officers from traffic duties, just as they have been from parking and tollbooth enforcement in many jurisdictions. Introduce income-graduated traffic fines. Regulate auto lending with strict interest caps and steep penalties for concealing fees and add-ons and for other well-known dealership scams. Crack down hard on the widespread use of revenue policing. And close the back door to debtors’ prisons by ending the use of arrest warrants in debt collection cases. Without determined public action along these lines, technological advances often end up reproducing deeply rooted prejudices. As Malcolm X wisely said, “Racism is like a Cadillac; they bring out a new model every year.”

Andrew Ross and Julie Livingston are professors at New York University, members of its Prison Education Program Research Lab and authors of the book “Cars and Jails: Freedom Dreams, Debt, and Carcerality.”

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accidentalsoravoice · 7 months ago

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Update on my Left 4 Dead 2 Mods

This time I'll throw in a whole comprehensive list (it's under the cut so it doesn't take up your entire feed, because I installed an obscene amount of mods)

Characters

Nick - Shadow the Hedgehog

Rochelle - Makoto Nijima (Persona 5)

Ellis - Sora

Coach - Master Chief

Bill - Simon "Ghost" Riley (Call of Duty)

Francis - Walter White

Louis - a Minecraft version of Benny from The Lego Movie

Zoey - Mipha (Zelda: BotW)

Zombies

Common Infected - monkeys

Hunter - Senator Armstrong (Metal Gear Rising)

Spitter - Shrek

Boomer - Otis (Barnyard)

Smoker - Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)

Charger - Terry Crews (yes, the Old Spice guy)

Jockey - Glen Quagmire

Witch - SCP-096

Tank - Bowser

Weapons

Guns

M16 - ACR (Call of Duty)

AK - FN SCAR-17

SCAR - FAMAS

MAC10 (silenced SMG) - silenced UMP-45

Uzi - Kriss Vector

MP5 - PPSH-41

SG 552 - MG42 (Far Cry)

Pump Shotgun - Pump Shotgun (but from GTA)

Chrome Shotgun - random shotgun from Counter-Strike, but with Asiimov

Tactical Shotgun - Tactical Shotgun (Fortnite)

SPAS-12 - AA12

Military Sniper - Barrett M82

Hunting Rifle - M1 Garand

Steyr Scout - M1903 Springfield

AWP - Bow (Minecraft)

Pistol - FN Five Seven

Magnum - Smith & Wesson .500 (Resident Evil 4)

Grenade Launcher - Mentos-powered Pepsi launcher

2. Melee

Fire axe - Axe (Animal Crossing: New Horizons)

Baseball Bat - Naofumi's Shield (Rising of the Shield Hero)

Cricket Bat - Shield of Wrath (Rising of the Shield Hero)

Crowbar - Nokia hammer (I am not kidding it's literally just a Nokia on a stick)

Frying Pan - Frying pan with Kirby's face on it

Golf Club - just a sword

Guitar - none

Katana - Murasama (Metal Gear Rising)

Machete - random sword and shield from Dark Souls

Nightstick - Kylo Ren's lightsaber

Pitchfork - plastic fork

Knife - Butterfly Knife (TF2)

Shovel - squeaky hammer

Chainsaw - Pochita

3. Throwables

Pipe bomb - Electrode (Pokemon)

Boomer bile - Jarate (TF2)

Molotov - literally just the Autism creature

Music/Sounds

Horde alert sound - Prowler meme sound (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse)

Healing sound - "Holding Out for a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler

Getting hit by a Tank sound - metalpipe.mp3

Shoving zombies sound - various Super Mario World sound effects

Saferoom fanfare - Final Fantasy VIII victory fanfare

Saferoom music - File Select (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga

Ridden by a Jockey music - Gas Gas Gas (Initial D)

Pummeled by a Hunter music - It Has to be This Way (Metal Gear Rising)

Horde battle theme - Bowser battle theme (Super Mario World)

Tank battle theme - Bellumbeck battle (Zelda: Phantom Hourglass)

Escape music - Finn McMissile's theme (Cars 2)

Credits music - Jump Up, Super Star (Super Mario Odyssey)

Dark Carnival concert music

Live & Learn - Sonic Adventure 2

Won't Stop, Just Go! (Green Forest theme) - Sonic Adventure 2

Live & Learn (30th Anniversary symphony ver.) - Sonic Adventure 2

That's the Way I Like It (Metal Harbor theme) - Sonic Adventure 2

Animations

Healing animation - breakdancing (doesn't work with Shadow/Nick for some reason)

Hunter pummel animation - rapid punching (now you see why that song from MGR plays and why it's Senator Armstrong)

Items

Medkit - Drip Goku body pillow

Pain Pills - crystal meth (I'm not joking, it's just Heisenburg blue crystal meth)

Adrenaline - coffee

Propane tank - Bowser Bomb (Mario Party 2)

Miscellaneous

The Ferris Wheel in Dark Carnival is now a giant statue of Garfield t-posing

Jimmy Gibbs Jr.'s car from Dead Center is now the magic carpet from Aladdin

Explosions have the "MY LEG" soundbite from Spongebob in them

#not an ask #daniel does left 4 dead 2 #left 4 dead #left 4 dead 2 #left 4 dead 2 mods #oh my GOD i must be the mayor of yapville #that was so long i'm so sorry

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youareinbarbados · 1 year ago

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"What taking action actually means": Reloaded

So in his lecture "Answered Prayer", Neville goes over the story about Jesus healing the ten lepers. He talks about how they were told to go get a certificate of healing from their priests, after he declared them healed. this very eloquently illustrates "Taking action".

We hear quite often that we need to live in the end and live from the wish-fulfilled, and this is precisely what Jesus understood. In MIND/GOD, things are and have always been. Jesus understood that once something is in mind, it is done. However, in my last few posts, I went over just how materially inclined a lot of people are. They are more impressed by the happenings of the 3D rather than the 4D . Jesus also understood this. he understood that there are people who need to take outward action to fully synchronize their 4D self with their 3D self. the whole basis of the mechanism is to change consciousness. we are told to do things from the consciousness of the wish fulfilled.

In the case of this story, you don't walk to get a certificate of perfect health if you are not in perfect health. The act of walking was done from the consciousness of health. The very ACTION of walking to get a bill of perfect health would send feedback to the consciousness of the person themselves, thus reinforcing their new state of being. This is not easy for everyone, but can be achieved if taken one step at a time. Spend time thinking about all the things you would do. Thinking about the wish fulfilled itself isn't going to work, as Neville often stated. Believe it or not, thinking about your emotional state of having the wish fulfilled, or how you are moved to tears, and even feeling the happiness of the wishful filled is still thinking OF rather than thinking FROM.

Walter C Lanyon states that to think about something, is to cause it to decay and eventually vanish. He states that "Health is a state of unconsciousness, as far as the body is concerned." Meaning when you have something that is working in an orderly fashion, you don't tend to think about it much. It becomes part of your natural mechanism. What you tend to think about are the SITUATIONS INVOLVING the things you want rather than the concept of having them DIRECTLY.

This is why Neville stressed playing a scene IMPLYING the wish fulfilled, rather than the wish BEING fulfilled. This is why he stressed thinking about life events AFTER fulfillment. When you're thinking about running to your SP and hugging them, are you thinking about your legs ? Are you thinking about your ability to run ? NO. Know why ? Because you have these things ALREADY. Think about the kind of school you want your children in. Think about the charities or investments you want to put your large amount of money in. Pull up Safari or Chrome and LOOK THESE THINGS UP. Take an INTEREST in these things, because you're not interested in investments if you have no money to invest. You're not interested in couples activities if you're single. These are states. INTEREST implies STATES.

"The END is where we begin." -Neville

It really is as simple as that. Your wish fulfilled is the end of your current consciousness and the beginning of your new on, so think about your life five years after the new beginning. There are some of us who are more inclined to see problems. some of us are predisposed to seeing solutions. Even so, what problems and solutions are you dealing with five years after your wish is fulfilled? Spend time thinking about your life in terms of years After your wishes fulfilled. Your mind understands exactly where your thoughts are coming from. You never receive things. You will only receive what is most like your consciousness.

Feeling the emotional thrill of having 150,000 dollars in the bank and seeing your bank balance have six figures in it, is still thinking OF.

Spending hours researching which bank has better interest rates, and and choosing the best way to spread that money over however many number of accounts you have, is thinking FROM. Taking no thought about your money, and thinking about the fact that you're not going to stress your family member out about paying you the money that you loaned them, is thinking FROM.

Spend time looking up banks. spend time looking up the best place for a couple vacations. Do all these things now in spite of not having any 3D evidence. Think about what you would do if it were here now, and do it. Living is action period and you need to live from the wish fulfilled. Think about one year, three years, five years down the line, and do those things. Those of us who are more greatly impressed by outward action need to do these things in order to solidify our 4D state of being.

The "action" doesn't manifest anything. It is done when you decide that it is. Action merely reinforces the state. That is all.

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Why Pick Warm Colors for the Upcoming Landscape Art Contest

“A landscape painting is essentially emotional in origin. It exists as a record of an effect in nature whose splendour has moved a human heart…”

- Walter J. Phillips

Landscape art has always been there to enamour the artists and the viewers alike when it comes to express beauty at its best. Through landscape art an artist not only paints but weaves a fairytale around us, from the sun-kissed dawn to the snow-caped mountain cliffs. Amidst the myriad hues and colors, we get to experience masterpieces like Van Gogh, Matisse, large landscape painting by Claude Monet, Paul Gauguin, and more contemporary landscape artists like Eric Hanson to capture the true essence of nature - our mother earth.

If you are an artist primarily focused on landscape painting, and if you are eyeing at the most promising landscape painting competition organized by an esteemed art gallery like TERAVARNA, then you need to have some super-cool ideas as to how to go about the compositions. Streamline strategies for the coming landscape art contest revamping your palette a bit. This time, choose the warm colors over the pastel ones and see the vibrancy dance on the canvas like a shaft of ray. Read this blog through to the end and know the intrigues of the vibrant hues. Your art is just a few steps ahead to win the gallery wall space! Just stick around!

5 Reasons to Use Warm Colors: Make Your Landscape Study Stand from the Clutter

Art platforms like TERAVARNA organize online art contests to encourage painters, artists, sculptors, visual artists, etc. to immortalize the beauty of landscapes through their artistic interpretations. Whether you are more adaptable to abstract landscape art or modern landscape painting or happier to go with en plein air study, these platforms help increase your visibility as a landscape artist to get responses from a worldwide viewership. Isn’t that just great!

Why Warm Colors are Preferred for Landscape Watercolor Painting and Acrylics?

Let your imagination run wild and observation merge seamlessly while creating beautiful landscape art, no matter if it's watercolor, acrylic, or oil-based paints.

1. Warm Colors are the Power Houses of Vibrancy and Brightness

Go beyond the stereotypes and rule the contest with your warm and bright canvases just too intriguing to ignore. Paint your horizons of imagination with the uses of orange, chrome yellow and red, rust and vermilion in adequate proportion to enhance the appeal of the sceneries.

2. Warm Colors can Make the Canvas Look Real and Credible

Warm colors jolt our senses very fast, unlike any neutral color palette. They are perfect to make the lifeless canvas look animated! Heat, fire, sun and blood have always been the greatest inspirations for the bright hues in art and design. The hearty combination of red, yellow, orange, and pink, has fuelled artists’ imagination ever. These colors are filled with warmth and intimacy, best captured in colorful paprika, pumpkins, warm-colored flowers like sizzling sunflowers, or the color palette of orangish and yellowish-brown shaded leaves of maple, oak, etc. casting an intimate shadow during the fall. You can use them to make the objects in the landscape look almost real-life.

3. Warm Colors Evoke Mood in Your Art Canvases

Are you someone obsessed with red? Do you know that a bit of red-purple or burgundy used in your landscape painting can make it look more passionate and animated? Ignite your love for hues and embrace all of the bright tints to make it look like a celebration just like a vibrant forest painting by Eric Hanson. She follows the impasto technique of Vincent Van Gogh, the master of landscape art. In one of her paintings of a thick forest in Aspen, she uses the thick strokes of oil color on canvas that showcases the beauty of the forest, and the enchanting pine trees there. She suggests the autumnal beauty of the season, with the bright-hued leaves of the trees in Aspen.

4. Make Your Palette Dynamic for Abstract Landscape Art with Warm Hues

No matter if it’s a landscape to paint or create, you can as well integrate abstract elements into the flow of your storytelling. Vibrant shades can do wonders in abstract landscape art, as we have seen in Wassily Kandinsky or Jackson Pollock’s abstract canvases. Create more inspiring non-representational art to transform moods and spaces using great contrasts of black and white landscape painting with the luminous colors.

5. Create Some Iconic Landscapes with Bright Shades

You can draw inspiration from some of the world’s iconic landscapes that have inspired landscape artists time and time over.

Get inspired from the breathtaking geographical wonders like the Grand Canyon in the USA, with contrasting hues and textures.

If you wish to draw a serene landscape with misty skies, waterbodies, and welcoming hills in the backdrop, you can take cues from the Lake District in the UK.

For the ideal warmth and vibrancy, you can paint the Italian Amalfi Coast. It is ideal for capturing the coastal beauty with dreamy cliffs.

Even for the jungle safari-seekers, Serengeti Forest in Africa can be a rare landscape model. Capture the interplay of light and shadow of the vast plains with bright hues to energize the canvas.

Boost Your Chances of Winning Online Landscape Painting Competition with Better Color Sense:

Organizers like TERAVARNA art gallery makes an artist aware of preserving the sanctity of the natural universe through participating in landscape themed contests. Smart indeed! Warmer tones help to enhance your creation adding vitality and warmth to everything they touch upon. So, pick up your brush and stylus to let the colors blend well with the sceneries.

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