#wish i had used one of those loop tracking sites

[transannabeth]

save me mitski cover of fireproof

[zoela23]

Facebook

This week in COMM 440 we learned about Facebook. We read three articles about the social media site as well as watched a two part special from PBS. 

One Name to Rule Them All: Facebook's Identity Problem, the most recent of the articles came out in 2014. While the internet environment can change quickly the article brings up a belief still held by some on the internet. One Name to Rule Them All starts by talking about Facebook’s apology to drag queens who had their accounts suspended. The drag queens’ accounts got suspended for failing to use their “real names”. Facebook claimed that these actions were a part of an effort to cut down on anonymous harassment and other underhanded behavior. Others claim that Facebook wants accounts condensed to one account under one real name to better gather data on the account holder.  

I’ll get back to the data tracking later, right now I want to focus on multiple accounts. There are multiple reasons why someone would have multiple accounts on the same website. They might want an account separate from their real names so employers can’t judge how they behave outside of a professional setting. Others might be setting up a project of some kind and want to prevent it from getting buried under personal posts, or burying personal posts. Or they could simply want to devote a single account to a single topic that would otherwise overshadow everything else. I have two tumblr blogs myself, this one for COMM 440 and a personal account.

Despite having valid reasons for having multiple accounts Facebook is still against it. Some might say not using your real identity on the internet is dishonest, and that it makes it easier to cause problems. One Name to Rule Them All offers a simple solution to Facebook’s problems identifying perpetrators and still let people have their anonymity, by linking accounts together in a way that only Facebook can see. Given that no effort has been made to preserve anonymity it can be assumed that Facebook implemented the “real name” rule to monitor account holders.

The next two articles are linked, The Atlantic's Is Facebook Making us Lonely? and Slate’s Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely. Both articles were released in April of 2012. Slate’s article is a response to the Atlantic’s article. 

 Is Facebook Making us Lonely? starts with the story of an actress who died alone in her home in front of a computer. The woman went so long without discovery her body was mummified by the time someone came around. The article goes through studies that they use to prove an increased sense of loneliness amongst Americans. 

Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely opens with books about loneliness that rested amongst the best-sellers. They proceed to make the claim that fantasy built the new sense of  loneliness. Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely quotes experts, tears apart studies, and breaks down facts that  Is Facebook Making us Lonely? misrepresented. 

I think that social media does make people lonely, just not in the way the articles insinuate. The claim  Is Facebook Making us Lonely? makes is that people are lonelier because they’re supplementing relationships with relationships on social media. Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely refutes that by pointing out that the increasing loneliness presented in the older generation instead of the younger generation, who had been using Facebook more frequently. Social media leaves those not in the electronic loop out more effectively than any other technological advancement. 

One day I was sitting in an English class. The teacher announces that there’s an event through the English Honors Society coming up and that we should follow the honor society’s Twitter to keep up to date on events, especially those who wish to join. I didn’t have a Twitter account at the time, I still don’t have an account. I joined the English Honors Society and participated in a few events, but I felt disconnected from the group. I was less aware of the events and didn’t know other members well. Several times I have been asked by classmates for social media accounts to coordinate meetups. When I tell them I don’t have an account with whichever social media site they mentioned they either change the plan or they keep me in the loop but don’t make any effort to include me in discussions.

There are plenty of reasons someone might not get a social media account. It could be that they aren’t computer savvy. Dealing with computers or figuring out superfluous programs could sound greatly unpleasant to them. Or they could oppose extra electronic time because they spend much of their time at work staring at screens and don’t want to look at them when they get home. They might lack consistent access to the internet making social media impractical. They might not know the right sight. Myspace used to be all the rage and now it’s dead. Facebook used to be where all the young people hung out. Nowadays young people avoid it because that’s what parents use. There could be a simple mistrust of the companies incharge of the social media sites. If someone meets any of these situations they’re left with limited social interactions because so many have moved to a quicker, easier system.

The two part special, The Facebook Dilemma, talks about the company behind the social media site. In 2005 Facebook functioned as a directory for college kids. Pretty soon nearly every college student in the United States had an account. From there Facebook focused on growth. To encourage growth Facebook made some changes, one of which being the newsfeed.

 I have never been on Facebook so I will explain their newsfeed based on what others have said. The newsfeed works off an algorithm to determine what you would like to see. The feed contains advertisements, articles, and fellow facebook users posts. The algorithm works off what’s popular and what you as an individual like. If you disagree with something it’s unlikely to show up on your feed. You end up with what many refer to as an echo chamber, where everything you see reaffirms your belfie whether you’re in the right or not. This echo chamber makes the unchecked fake news much more dangerous.

Fake news is news that’s completely made up or at least presented in a misleading way. The algorithm makes sure that the people who want to believe the fake news come across it. They then give it traction and suck in those who were on the fence on the topic. 

The algorithm works by collecting data on a person. Any company that makes third party apps for Facebook can access this data on users. These companies only need to make one app for Facebook to get access to this data. Anyone could have made an app for Facebook. Facebook wasn’t through with their vetting process. 

What excuse did Facebook give for these errors? It grew too fast. The growth was unchecked and they didn’t foresee the problems before they grew into mountains. They were the ones pushing the growth.

This video was posted yesterday, half a decade after The Facebook Dilemma came out. Facebook has created a way to be more transparent with their ads. It tells what behavior prompted them to show particular ads. It also gives the user the option to respond to an ad.

The ability to respond to the ads is a trick to give companies more information. If you tell them that an ad is too targeted they now know their algorithm is working and that those are the kind of things you like. If you tell them the ad isn’t relevant they know their software needs some fine tuning and you don’t like it. Either way the company now knows more about you.

When we access social media sites we pay for it by watching or looking at ads. Companies make the ads worth more by targeting them to certain users. They create an environment where people want to share more information so they can better target ads. This situation needs to be addressed because social media isn’t going away and the longer these problems persist the harder they’ll be to fix.

[morihaus]

Dragons

Emperor Belharza stands in the plaza of the Imperial City, his old bones aching with the chilled air of the dreary day. It has not been a long day- indeed, it is the shortest day of the year, hence the festivities that surround him- he is only weary with thought.

He stands with his family, his children, his grandchildren, and his great-grandchildren, who in turn speak with cousins and relatives of their own, from within and without the Imperial court. The youngest circle around the group, chatting away and enjoying themselves among the other children at the festival, the adults catch up with one another, sharing word from throughout the distant realms of Cyrod and of the disparate lives they've grown to lead. The old emperor smiles, listening and speaking to them in turn, and in his own time looks to his surroundings.

The Imperial Isle is bustling as ever on this occasion. The customary Festival of the Dragon has been a tradition since he was a boy-calf, apparently drawn from some old Atmoran traditions, a ceremony of appeasement for the world-eating dragon of the Nordic faith. It, as many things in Cyrodiilic society, was a compromise reached by his mother, the one time of the year that all would come to acknowledge and honor Akatosh for his patronage of the Nedes in the years of revolt. It is equally a relic of traditional Ayleid worship of Auri-El, which White-Gold had not seen for centuries at the time of her ascension to the throne. Many Nedes wished to honor Akatosh as the Aedra worshiping Ayleids had honored Auri-El as their sovereign patron, but such a thing would invoke outrage from those who leaned closer to Nordic spirituality, the honoring of Kyne and Shezarr. So this festival began in the Atmoran style, an acknowledgement of the passage of time as controlled by Akatosh, an acknowledgement of his power, an offering of appeasement, and little more. A scant thanks from an emperor with much more to say about the dragon behind closed doors.

And yet, over Belharza's long life, he had seen the somber ceremony become more and more lively, quiet reflections on the passage of time and the great cosmic acts of the divine gave way to banquets and songs to the dragon's glory, gallant tales of knight Pelinal and his liege, the so-called Saint Alessia, and the emperor began to hear old stories he'd heard from his mother as a boy; some small things changed, minor details, names and places, but what perplexed him most was the way they were told: painted in triumph, in glory, without darkness or shame.

A tug at his sleeve rouses him from his recollection, and he turns his horned head to see a lengthy procession of robed figures, swept in silken robes, white with red diamond patterns. The Brothers of Marukh, a relatively recent sect of Akatoshic worshipers, but quite the popular one. They and their forerunners have had much to do with the evolution of this festival. Belharza looks at the crowd of them, lined like a legion, stretching all the way down the street and out of site. There are more of them than last year, he remarks to himself. More than the year before, too, and the year before that as well. At the head of their procession is a woman adorned with golden jewelry, holding a lead wrapped around an old white bull. Her head is hairless, and around her scalp and face lays the dyed markings of a serpent, spiraling around her fair skin, looping over an eye and cheek, snaking down her neck and disappearing toward her breast, now hidden by her ceremonial silks. Ketra is a high priestess of the Brothers, taught by the Prophet Marukh himself. She wears a serious face, peaceful and purposeful, as she leads the bull up to a ceremonial platform, lying before a great carving of an endless serpent.

Emperor Belharza regards the animal, an old sire of many young calves, an animal chosen for this honor with great respect. Its face is noble, graying, and weary, like his own, but he, like many minotaur, sees himself as far different from everyday cattle, despite some visual similarity. And though part of him, descended from Morihaus, who is descended from Kyne, feels almost that the old thing should be given more of a fighting chance. Should a proud beast as he be offered up so placidly, without any say in the matter? Does the buck dive onto the hunter's spear? But Belharza simply shakes his head. He's grown more distanced from these Kynarethi worldviews as he's matured- he's never lost his appreciation for the wilds, for freedom and expression, but nearly a century in the Imperial Court has forced him to take on a more materialistic mindset, to belong to the world of men, of cities, of towers.

As is customary, the sacrificial bull is led onto the altar, spits of wood over a fire pit, and sorcerers of the Brothers cast calming spells on it, leaving it to stand still and somberly atop its final resting place, as though aware of the solemnity of its duty. The high priestess then moved to take a torch from her torchbearer, raising it aloft and saying her piece. She sings praise to the One Akatosh- an increasingly popular epithet- to his glorious patronage of mankind, to his divine-crafted knight, and to his anointed emperor. Many make a show of cheering and smiling in his direction, for he bears her anointed blood in his veins, and the blood of Akatosh in the jewel hung around his neck. Looking at Ketra, he cannot help but notice that she does not look to him, nor do any in the inner circle around the pit. She only turns to the bull and grips the ceremonial dagger. The weathered old sire doesn't flinch as she moves forward, reaching an arm around his neck to force him to kneel to the ground, and finally, sinks the dagger into his throat.

The old bull does not cry out, it is calm even in its death. Its blood pools out from the wound as she pulls away, dripping down into the pit below. It is joined quickly by fire from her torch, and the scent of searing flesh fills the streets, along with some jubilation.

Even so, as the smoke rises up, Belharza's eye tracks it to see the clouds, which had skirted around the edge of the horizon thus far, gather overhead. He looks down to the wall carving of the dragon, jaws open and hungry. The amulet around his neck feels heavy- it always has, but in this moment, he wonders at it.

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An hour or so on, Belharza kneels in the gardens of the dragonfire, head bowed under cloudy skies. The brazier burns silently, its flame lit by divine magic, not mundane fire. It has remained burning without rest, through day, night, winds, and rain, ever since he lit them when his reign began, nearly a century ago. All the while, he's paid the fires little mind- not ungrateful for their protection, but content to leave them be- he's put more of his attention into the greenery surrounding them; wild grasses and flowers, fruit-bearing trees and bushes, he's cultivated much of these in a plethora of wild gardens over his lengthy reign, for they've always brought him comfort and closeness with his mother. As the empire has grown more complicated and in need of greater administration, he's been afforded less opportunities to wander freely as she used to, and as he used to along with her. It is a melancholy feeling, but he has made peace with it.

He is not worried about getting caught in the rain, even as the clouds grow darker and heavier. Any time with the sky over his horns, fresh air in his lungs, he'll savor it, even if he gets drenched or stormed on in the process. His ear perks to the sound of footsteps down the cobbled path. Many footsteps, an entire procession. He casts his gaze over his shoulder, only to see robed priests, the Brothers of Marukh, fronted by their head priestess. She clutches the ceremonial dagger at her hip, freshly cleaned. Belharza cannot help from noticing the lack of any guards- he sees only men, Nede-men, nowhere does he find family nor even his minotaur kin, who have been the most loyal soldiers of his legions, and most devoted of his honor guard.

Blowing air out against his nose-hoop, he grunts as he wills himself up to his feet, turning to look down at the procession. "Brother Ketra," He says, voice deep and subtle, like distant thunder. "To what do I owe this visit?" The priestess is cold and serious, her brow set like stone above her dark eyes. "Admiring the dragonfires, Emperor?" She asks, dismissing his own question. "It is a good day to wonder at the power of Akatosh."

Belharza stares silently for a moment. He counts 20 of them, rings and amulets of enchanted glows signified them as members of her inner circle, the closest to the mouth of the prophet, his most attentive students. He recognizes some from the council, his lip turns with distaste to recall the legislature they pushed, the discriminatory reputation many sects have made for themselves.

"I suppose." He lets out a sigh, hunched down yet still towering feet taller than the Nedic woman. "This has been the one-hundredth-and-twelfth festival I have seen. It's been ninety while these fires have burned." He raises a hand to brush the stone of his amulet, the red ruby is dull in the darkness, the light of its pyre burning behind his back. "I suppose I am thinking of Akatosh, in that I am thinking about time, and its passage." Ketra takes a step forward, slyly, as though he might not notice. "Which of the One's mysteries unravels in your mind, sire?" He gives her a long look. He turns around, staring into the silent god-fire. "...I've lived a very long life. Longer than most men or minotaur. Some have made jokes of it, perhaps I'll next outlive an elf? Who can say if I'll ever die, divine blood in my veins?" He pauses, unsure of Ketra's reaction. "I've considered it more seriously. I am very old, and very tired... I do not feel as though my end draws near, I only feel weary, weary with the responsibilities of my station, the needs of my people. One man was not meant to bear it for so long, I think."

Ketra and her procession are silent, only watching with rapt attention at the voice of the emperor. "I believe I will relinquish my throne," Belharza says, suddenly. "Bequeath it to a chosen heir." "You think you can bestow such a thing upon another?" She doesn't sound accusatory, she doesn't seem to doubt him. She seems curious. "I do not see why not. We do not know all the mysteries of this artifact... it is worth attempting, I think. I've spoken with my granddaughter, Varlesh- she is wise and gentle, yet firm, like my mother." Belharza turns back to face Ketra, who stands right before him now. The knife is still in her hand.

They look at one another for a moment. Thunder rumbles overhead.

Belharza snorts out a sigh. He looks down at her; a beleaguered old bull, a priestess with a sacrificial dagger, a fire burning beside them. "You think," Ketra starts, her tone and timbre certain, reliable, like a ticking clock. "You can bestow such a thing? To anyone you choose?"

"Yes." He says.

Then, Ketra surges forth, plunges her dagger into Belharza's chest. He might have kept his footing if two more knives hadn't entered at his flanks, the force of the assailants sending him careening back against the steps to the brazier. Lightning flashes. Ketra is poised atop him, knee against his sternum, dagger raised overhead. The burning fires reflect in her eyes. She screams, shouts as she drives the knife into his throat. Blood spurts, breath leaves his body, he finds no strength, not even to tremble. Rain begins to fall, mixing with his blood. It is coincidence that the fires ebb with the rain, for in truth, they ebb with his death.

Ketra reaches her hands down, collecting the ichor from his wound, lifting it above her head and letting it fall down her face. She chants hymns to the blessed Saint Alessia, to the Prophet Most Simian, and to Akatosh, and to Shezarr, and to the One. Finally, she rips the amulet from his neck, yanking roughly as she works it around his horns. Around her own neck it is oversized, the chain is too long, letting the red diamond hang nearly to her navel. She steps over the old emperors corpse, his blood covering her face, and she kneels to the brazier as the last embers flicker out. She takes the stone in hand and lights the spark in her name, in Alessia's blood, in Akatosh's blood, she honors the covenant.

Under the torrent of falling rain, the brazier lights.

[reyescarlos]

can i be him || a tarlos fic

chapter 3/4 word count: 5.5k~  || read on ao3

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me

It had taken Carlos forever to go to bed last night. He felt wired from his day spent with TK. It certainly didn’t help his mind relax to be lying right next to him. Sleeping beside him was nothing new but he couldn’t quiet his thoughts. His mind ran back throughout their day, retracing every step from the moment TK picked him up. Going into it, Carlos of course knew that TK had taken this outing seriously. Things between them had felt a bit off over the last few weeks but it was obvious that TK had meant every word he said during their call.

It’d only made Carlos all the more excited to see his friend. Ultimately, it didn’t matter what TK had in store. All Carlos truly cared about was the fact that they would have one on one time. The only notice TK had given him was that he would be taking advantage of both of Carlos’ days off. An overnight trip of any kind sounded ideal, getting the chance to extend the amount of time he’d be able to have TK to himself.

As TK drove, Carlos watched the scenery from the car window, his brow lifting as he began to guess at where TK was taking him.

“McKinney, huh?” he’d said with a smirk, so confident that he was right.

TK let out a sigh and jokingly rolled his eyes. “I figured I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret for much longer at this point but yes. I know how much you love that place and I really wanted today to be special so, yeah. Decided I’d go with one of your favorites. It’s still been a while, right?”

Though being a resident of Travis County felt like living within a snow globe at times, Carlos could appreciate the facets of life there that somehow managed to make it feel much larger than it actually was. McKinney Falls State Park wasn’t far from either of their homes at all and yet, it was a place Carlos didn’t get out to as much as he would like. Luckily, TK was there to remedy this problem. Carlos couldn’t remember the last time he’d been there which seemed criminal given how incredible the park was with picturesque trails and stunning waterfalls.

“You chose well. It’s been months.”

TK had beamed, clearly appreciative of Carlos’ seal of approval. Carlos studied his profile for a moment, fixating briefly on the way TK’s smile still lingered on his lips like he was holding onto some private joke. Carlos forced himself to look away, back out at the thicket of trees that line the road as TK brought them closer to the state park. The journey wasn’t a long one, further prompting Carlos to wonder why he hadn’t made any real effort to come out here more often.

But he quickly did away with chiding himself. Had he not put off visiting, he wouldn’t be able to share this moment with TK. Not only was he reuniting with one of his favorite spots in town but he was reconnecting with his favorite person in the world.

Once they arrived, TK found a spot for them on the grounds, killed the engine, and flashed Carlos a bright smile.

“Come on. Those trails aren’t going to hike themselves.”

Carlos exited the car, coming around the back to meet TK at the trunk. His friend was already pulling out two backpacks by the time he settled in beside him. Carlos accepted the black bag TK gave him, hanging it off his right shoulder as TK closed back the trunk and locked the car.

“You weren’t messing around here, were you?”

TK had slipped his backpack on as well, putting his keys into his pocket.

“I told you this was serious business, didn’t I? Let’s go.”

They’d spent the rest of the day taking advantage of the park, going for a hike and exploring the terrain, relaxing their tired limbs afterwards in the creek, lazily swimming and wading by the park’s upper falls. It had felt as if they’d managed to leave the world behind, the two of them with a stretch of time before them. It’d made Carlos wish for an entire week like this but he was just grateful to know he’d have two days.

They’d come back to their camping site, working together to get their tent set up and spent the night sharing memories under the stars. It was perfect, to say the least. TK had been successful in making this TK and Carlos Day yet another one for the books. To know that it wasn’t over just yet, that they still had one more day in store had kept Carlos up for a while. TK had tuckered out pretty easily, the day’s activities making it so sleep found him effortlessly. Carlos was a different story entirely.

He combed through the day, trying to piece together his thoughts. It’d felt incredible to reconnect with TK again. Out here it was easy to forget why TK had called for something outside of their usual hang outs, to forget that TK was in a relationship, and to forget that he was trying desperately to move on from his decade long attraction to his best friend. Out here they simply existed ast themselves, free from all other titles and obligations.

Waking up this morning to TK’s soft snoring with the early chatter of birds outside their tent felt like waking up and stepping right into a dream. If every morning could be spent like this, Carlos would ask nothing else of the world.

Once they were both awake and fed, they began to break down their campsite, loading the car back up with the tent and supplies.

“What do you say to one last hike before we go?” TK asks as Carlos closes the trunk.

“I say that sounds like a brilliant idea to me.”

As they begin their hike, Carlos can make out the sound of the nearby falls, the rushing water a comforting bit of background noise in his ears. The creek is visible from this trail, running parallel to them as they wind their way through the trees. Carlos is already trying to plan the next time he’ll be able to come back.

“Thanks for bringing us here,” he says.

TK waves him off like it’s not a big deal but Carlos knows his friend well enough to see he’s proud of himself for choosing an outing that Carlos has been enjoying so much.

“No problem at all. We need to get together again soon. How about next Saturday?”

Carlos almost agrees quickly but closes his mouth and shakes his head as he remembers what he’s already agreed to with the one of the guys he matched with recently. Now the guilt of keeping this part of his life under wraps really begins to creep in. Carlos tries to think of a way to lightly breach the subject but he isn’t so sure that there’s a way for this to go that won’t make things a bit awkward.

“Uh, actually can we do a different day? Sunday maybe? I sorta...have plans on Saturday.”

TK’s brows furrow. “What’s with the cloak and dagger act? What’s happening Saturday?”

Carlos shrugs a shoulder as nonchalantly as possible, kicking at a pebble on the pathway. “I’ve got a date.”

TK stops in his tracks, the soles of his shoes scratching against the packed dirt like a needle on a record. There’s an expression in TK’s eyes that Carlos can’t place. If he had to hazard a guess, it would be surprise mixed with confusion. But there’s also an unnamable emotion though it clears before Carlos can put any more thought to it.

“You have a date?” he echoes, his eyes wide and brows raised.

Carlos scoffs, unsure of how he’s supposed to take the clear shock in TK’s voice. Sure, Carlos doesn’t go out with guys as frequently as TK but it still feels like a dig. He stops walking too, still taking in the look on TK’s face. It’s almost like TK doesn’t even recognize him.

“Is it so hard to believe that someone wants to go out with me?”

TK quickly shakes his head, blinking rapidly.

“Of course not, Carlos. That’s not what I...I didn’t mean—I’m just surprised is all. I didn’t even know you were talking to anyone these days, never mind going out on dates and stuff. You never mentioned anything about it. I just...I didn’t know. I didn’t mean anything by that, honestly.”

Carlos surprises himself with how quickly he gets upset by this. He bites his tongue on saying something snappy about TK missing out on a lot lately because he’s so busy with Alex. It’d only lead to even weirder tension than what he’s feeling now between them or, at worst, a fight. That would be a horrible waste of this uninterrupted time with TK. And, to be fair, Carlos wasn’t exactly keen on disclosing this life update with TK. It makes sense why his friend is being thrown for a loop now.

“Then what exactly did you mean?” he asks, trying to keep his tone leveled.

TK falters and breathes unevenly. It’s weird to be at odds with TK and part of Carlos wonders if he’s blowing this out of proportion, projecting but he’s too bothered now to examine it much further.

“Can we please just start over? I’m not trying to upset you here. That’s the last thing I want to do, especially now.”

Carlos looks away, shifting his gaze to the overhang of pouring water, watching as it steadies the second it meets with the creek. Carlos tries to mirror that in his own mood now, letting go of his frustration and settling himself before focusing on TK. His friend looks troubled and unsure of himself. They don’t fight often and this spat, or whatever this exchange could be considered, seemed to spring from nowhere. But Carlos recognizes that he’s let his insecurities get the best of him. This time was meant to be special, a chance for them to reconnect and get back on track. Sowing further division isn’t something he’s aiming for either.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he concedes, reeling himself back in.

TK stares at him for a moment as if gauging whether or not it’s safe to continue. Carlos nods his head once to encourage him to speak again.

“I’m sorry, too. I guess it’s just hitting me all over again how much things have been changing lately and I don’t like it. I want us to spend more time together like before and I want to know what’s going on with you— outside of work stuff, you know? But I guess...it’s pretty much been my fault, huh? I haven’t been around as much. I got used to us telling each other everything.”

Not everything, Carlos thinks bitterly. There’s been this secret he’s kept sealed tight for ages and it’s the kind of truth Carlos isn’t so sure TK would ever want to hear. But he knows what his friend is getting at. There’d been countless times over the years where they’d share the most mundane or ridiculous parts of their day with one another just for the sake of sharing. Carlos entering back into the world of dating was huge but it’d been a facet of his life that he wanted to keep to himself for a little while. Maybe it was selfish or maybe it was healthy, all things considered, but he could see now that it’d hurt TK to be left out.

“I guess we really haven’t been checking in as much these days.” It’s an understatement but Carlos doesn’t want to belabor the point. “And it isn’t dates, plural. It’s just this one coming up. I haven’t found anything serious so far but this guy seemed alright but who knows. You know what the scene is like. All these guys are basically the same on these apps. I’m not sure why I’m even bothering.”

It isn’t exactly the truth but this isn’t a door Carlos can open with TK.

TK’s eyes cast down as he fiddles with the pendant around his neck, his expression clouded.

“I’m really bombing as a best friend nowadays, aren’t I?”

The guilt is clear as day on TK’s face. His index finger scratches at the pendant, a dead giveaway that he’s feeling anxious. Carlos swoops in to settle him instinctively, a reflex that comes all too naturally.

“You’re good. You’re in a relationship now,” he laughs softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Alex is important to you and that’s cool.”

“You’re sweet but I don’t want to be that guy though, you know? The one that ditches his best friend because he’s got a boyfriend. I want to know what’s going on in your life. You’re important to me too, Carlos. You’re the most important person to me, actually. Always. You know that, right?”

Carlos smiles softly at him, bumping his shoulder against TK’s lightly. TK doesn’t engage. His eyes are locked in on Carlos’, completely unswayable.

“I don’t know if it’s supposed to work exactly like that now, T,” Carlos notes.

TK shakes his head. “I don’t care. You’re my number one. Even if I’m being a bit of a dick, don’t forget that, okay?”

His face is so serious that Carlos can only nod in agreement. “I won’t, I promise.”

TK sighs, almost in relief and nods once to himself. “Good.”

A silence falls over them as they continue to walk. Carlos keeps his eyes fixed on their surroundings. These last few minutes aside, these two days really have been spectacular.  For as much as he hates being at odds with TK, Carlos is glad they were able to have it out a little. If yesterday was a time for reminiscing about the past, Carlos can appreciate that today was granting them the chance to be open about the present. There’s still so much he wants to get off his chest but the awkwardness is gone now and that had been a source of discomfort. Now Carlos feels as if their friendship has just recalibrated itself. The silence isn’t stiff or rife with tension. It’s just comfortable, a perfect reminder of how easy it is for them to find their way back to one another.

“And for the record,” Carlos says after a moment. “You’ll always be my number one as well...even if you have been a total dick lately,” he continues teasingly, swatting gently at TK’s arm.

TK laughs and Carlos can feel the last veil of nervousness lift off of his best friend at the sound.

“Asshole,” TK grumbles, a smile on his face as he wraps an arm around Carlos’ waist. Carlos doesn’t miss his cue, his arm coming to hang over TK’s shoulders, same as always.

“I’ve missed this,” TK says so quietly that Carlos isn’t sure if his friend is speaking to him or not.

Still he says, “Me too.”

TK looks over at him and smiles even wider and Carlos’ stomach flips as TK burrows into his side perfectly, two puzzle pieces indeed.

~*~*~

Carlos orders himself a beer while he waits for his date, doing his best not to let his eyes fly to the door each time someone comes into the bar. He keeps himself busy with idly looking at his phone, looking at articles, going over texts, anything to steady the crop of nerves in his stomach.

Michelle had messaged him earlier in the day, wishing him luck and urging him to have fun tonight. He wishes that could be the case but time is ticking by, his date seemingly running late.

Carlos checks his phone to see if he’s missed any messages from his date but there’s no new notice, absolutely no indication that the man has reached out to him. The longer he sits, the more Carlos doubts that this night will play out like he’d been picturing. He hadn’t gone into this date with any high hopes but getting stood up definitely wasn’t something he foresaw.

It’s been about thirty minutes now and Carlos still hasn’t heard back from his date. He sends a message that he figures will go unanswered.

“Drinking alone tonight?” the bartender asks as she works the tap.

Carlos chuckles dryly. “Wasn’t exactly the plan but it looks that way now, yeah.”

The bartender gives a small, polite smile and Carlos feels as if he could just die right there on the spot from embarrassment.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think whoever didn’t show is a total idiot,” she says.

It’s enough to make Carlos smile as she wipes at the counter with a rag quickly with a friendly wink before turning her attention to the group of guys that just showed up a few feet from Carlos. He nurses his drink as the bar becomes a bit more crowded with patrons.

This isn’t where he wants to be. It’s starting to feel suffocating being surrounded by people as the Saturday night crowd thickens.

If he were someone else, it would be all too easy to scan the room now and take home the first attractive guy that caught his eye. But that wasn’t who Carlos was, had ever been, or had any intention of being— now more so than ever. He likes actual investments. It wasn’t like him to be bold enough to salvage the night by hooking up with some stranger, even if almost anyone in his shoes would do just that. Carlos’ focus is completely shot but he manages to pull himself together enough to pay for the drinks he’s had and leave a generous tip for the bartender who turned out to be his only real source of company tonight.

He gets into his car and sits for a moment, the sounds of the bustling nightlife outside the vehicle a bit dulled in the enclosed space. He isn’t able to sit with his thoughts for long before his phone buzzes from his pocket. He takes it out, his eyes narrowing as he reads what’s written.

Oh man, I’m so sorry about tonight! Something came up and I lost track of time. If you don’t totally hate me already, could we raincheck?

Carlos stares down at the message on his phone screen, torn. Part of him wants to rage. The other part of him reasons that he could be cordial. At least the guy got in touch with him, even if it was after the fact. But Carlos realizes he doesn’t owe this guy anything so he opts to say nothing at all. To preserve what’s left of his dignity for the night, Carlos deletes the app altogether. This isn’t worth his time or energy, he’s starting to see. He was sick of this already. It’d taken a lot for him to be willing to take that first solid effort in moving on but this was already a misstep. Perhaps he just wasn’t cut out for any of this after all? Carlos can feel a moment of clarity dawn on him. He wouldn’t set any store into dating. He’ll focus on himself. That’s what all the signs seem to be pointing to.

He pulls up his contact list, seeking out the one person he feels comfortable sharing this upset with right now. The phone only rings twice before he’s greeted.

“Carlos? What’s up? Is everything okay?” Michelle asks, undoubtedly confused as to why he’s calling her so early, when he’s supposed to be busy right now.

“I’m not really sure.” Carlos surprises himself with the honesty but Michelle is one of his best friends. He can be open with her about what he’s feeling, even if he’s still trying to figure it out.

“I’m home now if you want to swing by. We can talk about it...or not talk, if that’s what you want.”

Carlos is quiet for a second as he stares out the windshield. He watches as people pop into bars and restaurants on the street, everyone seeming to have a great time. It’s a weird sensation to have a front row seat to all of this but not actually be a part of it. He could cave and go home and wallow on his own but that wouldn’t feel right either.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

~*~*~

At the end of their day together, Carlos had been happy when he and TK resolved to make plans for this Sunday instead since his Saturday was taken up. At the time it seemed like a great idea, a solid alternative that would grant them the chance to see each other again so soon. But as he sits across from TK now at an outdoor café with Alex who unexpectedly decided to join them, this is starting to feel like something of a nightmare.

TK had sent him a text ahead of time letting him know that Alex had asked to tag along. It wasn’t quite what Carlos had in mind and he had to wonder at why Alex even wanted to be there but Carlos didn’t object. He could play nice, he supposed. Over the last four months, he’s become something of an expert at ignoring Alex whenever they’re around each other. Interactions like this were limited, just the way he preferred. TK served as a good buffer, enough that Carlos could stomach conversations with Alex chiming in.

Carlos picks at his scone absently as they make pleasant small talk about work, TK sharing the latest crazy stories from calls he’s been on and Carlos doing the same. He knows they’re skating around the topic TK undoubtedly wants to get to but he’s glad for the layover for the time being. Alex hasn’t said much of anything, his phone like an extra appendage. He places it face down on the table, draping an arm over the back of TK’s seat before taking a sip of his coffee.

Alex has spent the better part of their time together texting, only offering a small laugh here and there. What was the point of him being here if he had nothing to contribute? Carlos finds it irritating and rude but he knows he’s more than likely being biased in thinking that. Anything Alex does seemingly gets under his skin. Carlos has been trying and failing over the last few months to curb the frustration he feels towards him but something about Alex just grates at him.

Carlos knows a considerable fraction of that is jealousy but there’s something else he can’t quite put his finger on that makes him uneasy any time he’s face to face with Alex. It’s much easier to deal with the man in small doses or, preferably, by proxy like hearing stories secondhand from TK.

Alex’s phone rings and the man picks it back up again. He glances at the screen, his arm slipping from behind TK to grip the device with both hands.

“Oh, I’ve gotta take this. Excuse me a minute,” he says, rising from his chair and stepping away from the table.

TK watches him go but Carlos watches TK. When his friend looks back at him, he’s smiling knowingly, tucking his chair even further under the table and leaning his head forward like he’s eager to hear a secret. Carlos knows where this is going. He figured the moment they were alone, TK would ask...

“How’d your date go?”

This was the question Carlos has been dreading and he mentally curses himself for having even mentioned to TK that he was set to go out with anyone. This could have been a truth he didn’t ever have to share. It was embarrassing enough to have sat inside the bar waiting for his date to show. Now he has to relive it and relay it to the man he’s secretly in love with.

“It didn’t,” he says simply but even still, he knows a response like this will warrant TK to dig further for actual clarification.

As expected, TK looks confused, his head tilting almost comically to the side. “Wait, what? What happened? What do you mean?”

Carlos’ shoulders stiffen, bracing himself for his own reply. “I mean, he never showed. I waited like an idiot for almost an hour.” He says it lightly but the shame burns white hot in the pit of his stomach.

TK’s eyes narrow and darken, his face growing stony. “That’s such crap. What’s this guy’s problem?”

“It’s fine. I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up. The dating scene here is horrible ,” he jokes, hoping to alleviate some of the awkwardness he feels but TK doesn’t take the out like Carlos wishes he would.

“No, it’s not fine and this isn’t on you,” he counters. “I can’t believe someone would be dumb enough to do that to you. I’m so sorry, Carlos. You’re incredible. Any guy would be lucky to even get the chance to talk to you, never mind actually land a date with you.”

It’s a bittersweet thing to hear coming from TK of all people. Carlos wonders if TK would ever count himself among the swarm of guys who would allegedly be counting their blessings if Carlos expressed an interest.

TK is genuinely bothered by this, so much so that his nostrils flare and his head shakes. It makes Carlos feel good to have someone view him in a high regard but he knows it’s just TK being a protective friend and nothing more. Ideally his rage would be because he wishes he had the opportunity but TK was so wrapped up and happy with Alex that Carlos dismisses the notion that TK is incensed for any other reason.

Carlos just shrugs, avoiding TK’s gaze by fiddling with his cup. He can hear TK breathe out heavily through his nose, his fingers erratically tapping against the table top. Carlos is used to TK’s tics. They always spring about when he’s feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Carlos reaches out and places a hand over TK’s to still his fingers. TK looks down and back up to his face. Carlos offers a small, reassuring smile and it’s enough to get TK’s shoulders to finally loosen.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, licking his lips. The muscle in Carlos’ jaw flexes instinctively at the sight of TK’s tongue working over his mouth.

“Don’t be. I’m touched that you care so much but I’m okay, I promise. It’s a bump in the road but I’m good. I’m taking this as the sign I’m sure it is. ”

TK’s brow arches, his body shifting in his seat. “And what sign would that be?”

Carlos shrugs, tracing the rim of his mug. “That maybe dating isn’t the right thing for me. At least not right now anyway. I took my time getting back out there and it’s already failing, so I’ll just wait a beat. I can be patient until the right person comes along. I’m done chasing after people. Whoever actually wants to be with me wouldn’t run in the first place.”

TK’s lips twitch like he’s gearing up to say something. Instead he stays quiet, eyes growing soft, his expression unreadable. It’s rare that Carlos looks at TK and doesn’t have a clue what the guy is thinking. TK searches his face as if scanning for any signs in his expression that he isn’t being completely honest with him here. Carlos is acutely aware of the fact that he’s still touching TK’s hand but the other man makes no effort to pull back. Instead, TK takes it a step further, lacing their fingers as he continues to stare at Carlos.

Carlos’ heart flutters at the move. If he could just have this all the time, if it could be in the context he’s been dreaming of for so long, it would mean the world to him. Even with all the upset over his failed date and overall attempts to move on, TK manages to cut through the static with a simple gesture like this. They’ve always been good at grounding each other, sometimes without having to speak at all.

TK’s expression softens, as does the tightness in Carlos’ chest. It’s odd realizing just how much influence they have on one another. If TK isn’t happy, neither is he and vice versa.

TK keeps his eyes fixed on Carlos and he’s unable to do anything other than look back freely. It feels like TK’s saying something important with this look alone but before Carlos can decipher the meaning behind those unspoken words or ask what thoughts are on TK’s mind, a clear voice speaks to the left of him.

“Everything alright here?”

Carlos and TK look away from each other sharply and towards Alex who has just returned to the table. Carlos hadn’t even heard him approaching at all. Now that he thinks about it, he suddenly can’t remember hearing anything other than the pulsing in his ears as he held TK’s gaze, as he basked in the warmth of their palms pressed together. This wasn’t the way he should be feeling or acting towards TK anymore.

His friend was in a committed relationship. There were boundaries that had to be in place. Even if he feels indifferent towards Alex, he feels guilty for overstepping in this area. While it might not have meant much to TK, Carlos knows what he feels inside each time TK touches him. If nothing else, he knows he should be putting a stop to encounters such as this. There’s actual significance behind it all for him.

Carlos can feel something like shame run up the length of his spine. It burns at the back of his neck like a summer sun the longer he looks at Alex. He slips his hand out of TK’s grasp and drags it back to his side, his thumbnail absentmindedly stroking the edge of the table. TK nods at Alex and smiles.

“Yeah, just having a best friend moment,” he muses but Alex looks doubtful. Carlos doesn’t think TK picks up on it.

He’s so used to smoothing things over with his beautiful smile and, Carlos supposes, that’s all this truly was for TK—just a brief instance between friends. His tone is so smooth and even; TK must not be feeling the riot in his stomach like him.

Carlos busies himself with his drink, taking a sip and watching traffic roll past as TK strikes up a private conversation with Alex. Carlos is glad for it though. His mind is racing far too much to be an active participant in this right now.

He’s been trying so desperately to move on. He’s convinced himself that it’s for the best, that he’s truly accepted that TK has gotten serious with Alex. Yet, at the first signs of attention or the possibility of physical contact with TK, he welcomes the gestures with open arms so willingly. Had he not vowed to himself the night before that he wouldn’t dwell so much on his feelings for TK? That he would spare himself the heartbreak and focus on work and looking inward instead?

Carlos knows he needs to get a lid on this and fast. He isn’t sure how much longer he has until the truth finds a way out.

“Los?” TK says, breaking Carlos out of his reverie. It must be obvious he’s been zoned out for a while because TK laughs and repeats himself. “I asked if you’re available Wednesday night. I want to celebrate my three years at the 126 with dinner or something with you guys.”

Carlos nods slowly, still pulling his thoughts together, trying to remember his own schedule. “Um, yeah. I should be out at about six, if things aren’t too busy.”

TK nods once. “Perfect, I’ll make reservations for 8 o’clock to give you time to freshen up and all that.”

Carlos still feels shaken but he manages to plaster on a smile. It’s enough to sate TK who resumes whatever conversation he had going before with his boyfriend. Carlos knows he’s playing a dangerous game here and that his feelings are coming alarmingly close to breaking through the surface. These little moments with TK have always been a source of comfort but now they were proving themselves to be roadblocks on his path to moving on. It was one thing to say the words but to actually do the hard work of distancing himself romantically wasn’t nearly as easy as Carlos has been hoping it’d be.

Looking at TK now, he can see that he’s in a good place. To tamper with that—in any capacity— would be the most selfish thing he could ever do.

He stares down into his now empty cup, feeling much the same— completely drained and needing to be wiped clean.

[minceofmind-blog]

Piece of mind

‘This Tumblr is cool but empty’. Thanks to Tumblr for calling me cool even when I have not put up anything yet. My cousin suggested that Tumblr was a good site to blog and I had read a blog on Tumblr a few years back but I noticed it only today that it is 'Tumbler'. I realized it when I read ‘This Tumblr is cool but empty’. Somewhat made me realize how it is similar to the title of this piece ‘Piece of mind’. We are all little tumblers sometimes overflowing, sometimes empty, sometimes half full sometimes half empty and as the going gets confusing more kinds of tumblers keep happening. Little pieces of the whole, like water, poured into different tumblers. I sometimes don’t mind sharing a few of what I have in my Tumblr with the others. I too want to experience pieces of other's minds and share mine with others. Maybe what I want or lack is what the other gives freely and in exchange, we feel the happiness of sharing and receiving, now I sound like Joeys wedding speech :D So I want to put in a piece of my mind into a juicer and pour the juice to my tumbler. As I keep living and experiencing, I will keep sharing and giving with an equal joy of being received and having ;D Joey is the best guy on the show, simple and humble. No clutters no confusions, no fusses. The image that I get when I read my blog title is of pieces of brain and blood on the walls of Iris’s room in Taxi driver. You can understand the meaning of ‘I heard you paint houses’ when you have watched Scorsese or most of the gore gangster movies. I watched Irishman on Netflix, man Al Pacino delivering those dialogs at his age, what strength and power. Where do these guys get all the energy to keep working, I mean Harvey Keitel, Joe Pesci, De Niro and Scorsese himself all in their later 70s and still have the focus and power to do big movies. I was checking Polanski’s age, 86 and he is still directing. Woody Allen, Jodorowsky I might be missing out on many from around the world. But what are they eating or doing to gain so much focus on their work? It is like you are so passionate about the work that you keep on the move and don’t stop. Like our very own Amitabh Bachchan, 77 years old and still rolling. I wish everyone could find their respective fields or terrains to keep rolling and keep on rolling not stop. Some enjoy where ever they are rolling. Some sulk because they have to roll for others. What I have experienced is that keeping the mind busy with an activity helps you to ward off negative thoughts and self-degrading ideas. Maybe that’s why grandparents were all on their toes when we visited them because they just wanted to do things for us and other visitors. They wanted to do things for us, cook and serve and tell stories and put the kids to bed. I remember my grandpa would pluck bananas and jackfruits and various types of berries when he knows that I would be visiting for vacations. Even at the age of 80, he would have the energy to do things for his grandchildren.

Love drives us to do things. Love stimulates cells to move, they pick ourselves and get us into doing stuff because it gives us a sense of being. An existential crisis will cry if we keep loving and sharing and giving and receiving. Love runs this world. It is like the children are their parents and grandparent’s piece of artwork. They paint themselves through their next generations, by default through genetics but also by sharing experiences and passing down information. Then their children speak for their parents. But nowadays there is a lot of criticism when it comes to parents advising children and putting pressure to cast themselves into a model that somebody created. Like if Monalisa is a role model, all the parents want their kids to be a Monalisa but each of them is a different painting. So, what’s happening is that starry nights and the scream and the pearl earring girl, shadows in Hopper’s painting are forced to be a large fore headed woman with middle partition hair and a confusing facial expression, it becomes a fucking mess, like many lives these days. Maybe the children won’t take in your best qualities and would rather have something else in themselves that they want to bring out. It’s more like the best works the artist feels they have done by putting their heart and soul in it go unrecognised and the ones they did just for the sake become world-famous. Even with filmmakers, when they are asked which one was their favourite movie to work on, and it would mostly be something that has not worked well with the audience. Maybe they enjoyed the process and it was self-reflective and they got to learn a lot, but it must have not appealed to the masses. So I guess they just have to keep on the move. I watched a video on YouTube channel Green Renaissance about an old man who is a banana farmer and has one key advice ‘Keep on the move!’

So simple and crisp advice. May be old Joey would have the same thing to tell. I am 908 words in the previous sentence and want to have at least a thousand words on my first blog. As I took a break to read what I have written above it looks more like a kid with a pebble in hand throwing it on boxes and there is no end to those boxes. The kid keeps throwing and new boxes keep appearing and the game is still on. (This kid grew up to be Raman Raghav2.0 LOL!!) The kid has learnt to keep on the move and throws the pebbles randomly creating more neuronal pathways. I just googled if there was a word called neuronauts, it seems there is. I don’t know what they do but as the name portrays, it must be something to do with exploring the brain and creating new pathways. Checking on which bridges and high ways need repair and which cities need to be connected well. Cities that were once prosperous and well known for subjects who were loving and sharing but now the city is lost in time as its paths were rerouted to loops for routine efficiency and meeting expectations. There were times when the cells would try to visit the city of interest when not required in loops but then inertia also played to delay transportation and slowly the city of love and sharing faded. It needs to be cleaned of all its rust and get well connected to other cities to function as before. It takes time. When the loop highways are not busy, the roadway worker cells can be deployed to repair the broken parts of the bridges then make the city well connected and prosperous. Maybe we play neuronauts to ourselves.

So self-realised we are, we realise when we study about our bodies. And on the other end, we feel we are lost because the paths keep changing like the stairs in Hogwarts. Both are related and work together. I laze, so the cells feel the happy and sharing city don’t need connection anymore. I work and they are well connected. I seem to have lost track but I enjoyed the flow. I hope I keep up the habit of writing and sharing and keeping on the move.

Bye!

[crystalpastor31-blog]

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[hedgewolf-hunters]

Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.

[stillthewordgirl]

LOT/CC fic: Somewhere on Your Road Tonight (ch. 16)

Sara and Leonard made a life for themselves, together in 1958, after the Waverider left them, Ray and Kendra behind. But now they're back on the ship, Mick has been twisted into Chronos, Kendra is pregnant, and Savage is still out there. They'll deal--together. (Sequel to "Chances Are.")

And here's the final "Destiny" chapter! I have been waiting for this for SO long. Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the beta!

Can also be read here on AO3 and here on FF.net.

Please note that I've updated the tags on AO3 a little. They were never going to get out of this without some sort of sacrifice. :(  But now...watch out, Savage.

Whitechapel, as expected, is…rough. Sara takes out a number of Savage’s soldiers, grimly and triumphantly, and Rip does the same, moving inexorably toward the site he’s pinpointed for them. Firestorm soars overhead, watching their backs, and they proceed, still with no sign of Savage himself.

Sara’s glad…although she still worries about Kendra. Still, one problem at a time.

In time, she hears Rip’s breath starting to come short in his lungs, and she knows they must be close. She scans the area…and then nearly bumps into him, as he’s stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the dark-haired woman and the boy hunkered down near a wrought-iron fence.

Sara’s only seen them in holograms and photographs, but she recognizes them immediately. Miranda has a gun in her hand and a determined expression, but it falters a little as she sees them.

“Rip?” she says incredulously as her eyes fix on her husband. “Am I seeing things?”

The captain steps toward her, his own eyes wide. He gets closer, closer, then reaches out to touch his wife’s face. She allows him to do so, closing her eyes, then glances down at the boy at her side before looking up again.

“Rip,” she says again. “How are you here?”

There’s something in the words, something Sara hears from her position a few feet away, but Rip doesn’t appear to recognize it. He swallows, and Sara can hear, if not see, the tears in his eyes.

“Miranda,” he breathes. “Jonas. Oh, you have no idea what I’ve done to get here to you.”

Miranda’s breath catches. Sara hears that, too. The dark-haired woman looks past her husband at Sara, then looks back at him.

“Tell me,” she says.

Rip’s laughter is shaky and perhaps not entirely balanced. “We have to move,” he tells her, taking her hand. “No time for that now…”

But Miranda’s not moving. She fixes her eyes on his face.

“Tell me,” she says, iron in her tone. “Rip, I know the Time Masters in a way you just…you just do not. Tell me. I need to know.”

The captain stares at her, swallowing. He looks back at Sara, too, then up at Firestorm above them, guarding their backs. Then he looks back at Miranda.

“I gathered a team,” he tells her. “To help me save you. And we’ve been through…we’ve been through a lot. The Time Masters, it turns out, they planned your deaths, to get me to do everything, but…” He shakes his head roughly. “We’re here. We’re here. And you…we can save you.”

But at some point during his words, Miranda’s expression has gone still. She regards her husband, then glances over at Sara again. And there’s something there, something with a degree of understanding that’s uncanny, and Sara can only watch her in return, thinking, for some reason, of Leonard.

Miranda leans over and murmurs something to her son, then, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Jonas looks up at her with wide eyes and says something in turn, then glances at his father…and then he looks over at Sara and starts toward her.

Rip frowns, watching her. “Miranda,” he says, “what…”

His wife takes a deep breath, reaching out to take his other hand, holding both in her own.

“Rip,” she tells him, looking up into his eyes. “If you save us, you’ll have no reason to do all those things. To create your team. To go against the Time Masters. You’re creating a time loop.”

The captain blinks at her. “I…it doesn’t matter. I need to save you. No matter what…”

Miranda smiles at him. Jonas, at this point, has reached Sara, and he’s look up at her with great trepidation. She tries to look encouraging. It’s probably not helped by the splatters of blood on her outfit.

“No,” Miranda says simply. “You need a loophole.” And then she pulls her hand out of his and takes a deep breath. “I’m that loophole. Take Jonas. And go.”

Sara’s breath catches, and she thinks Rip’s does too.

“Miranda…” he breathes.

His wife reaches up and takes his face in her hands, just like Sara had done with Leonard not so long ago. “Rip…Michael,” she says quietly. “We both know it. Sometimes time needs a sacrifice.”

Sara looks away, tears stinging her eyes, then looks down at Jonas, who looks scared but determined. She holds her hand out to him and, after a moment, he takes it, squeezing her fingers, looking up at her with eyes very like his father’s.

Sara’s actively not listening to what Rip says to Miranda at that point, but it’s impossible not to notice how he kisses her, desperate and hopeless. And how he turns away, starting toward Sara, eyes stark and determined, focused now on his son, the one thing he’s managed to save despite everything.

“Let’s go,” he says.

Sara looks at Miranda. The other woman smiles at her, eyes determined, and Sara decides in that moment that she’s never quite seen bravery like that before. She tips her head to Miranda, then turns, guarding Rip and Jonas’ backs.

It’s the least she can do.

They get back just in time to see Savage’s ship land.

Sara knows she can’t kill him, but she’s truly in the mood to make him suffer. Baton in one hand, knife in another, she moves in front of Rip and Jonas, seeing Firestorm descend out of the corner of her eye.

“Get in the ship,” she tells Rip tersely. “Get your son to safety.”

The captain doesn’t hesitate. Sara hears him run up and through the hatch, but she’s still facing the other, smaller ship, waiting.

The hatch opens. Sara tenses.

But Savage doesn’t step out.

And after a moment…Kendra does.

After a startled second, Firestorm whoops, alighting near Sara. Kendra gazes at them both, a slight smile on her face, then moves toward them. Her wings form a graceful double bow over her head and her expression is serene.

Sara shakes her head. “How…”

There’s a sound from behind her, but it’s Rip, running back down to join, also staring at Kendra in amazement.

“Ms. Saunders,” he exclaims. “Where…how…”

Now Kendra grins.

“Lockpicks,” she says, holding them up. “Snart was right. They came in handy. Savage…well, he wasn’t expecting that.”

Sara laughs right out loud then, as does Jax, and Rip sighs—but it’s in wonder.

“And Savage?” he asks, staring at the ship.

But Kendra shakes her head, glancing over her shoulder too.

“I didn’t kill him,” she says apologetically. “I couldn’t do it permanently anyway. But he’s out. For the moment; it won’t be long. Minutes. Or less.”

Rip looks conflicted and Sara can guess what he’s thinking. They could kill Savage temporarily, anyway, or lock him in the brig. But…

If she understands, Miranda had suggested that Rip had caused a loop of sorts because none of them would even be in this time or place if he hadn’t lost someone there. By allowing Savage to go now, maintaining her sacrifice even as Jonas is saved, that earlier Rip still has a motive to do everything he’d already done—and a chance at killing Savage permanently, saving millions.

And then the captain takes a deep breath, and he honors the sacrifice his wife is making. He turns away. Sara blinks away the tears in her eyes.

“That will give us time to get away,” he says in a bleak voice, motioning to them. “Come on, you lot. We need to get in the air.”

Leonard’s still staring.

The other Leonard smirks back at him, arms folded.

“Hi,” he drawls.

Leonard shakes his head roughly. “What the hell…”

“Oh, it’s not hell. I don’t think.” His twin looks momentarily thoughtful, then shakes his head too. “Eh, short version, I’m you from another Earth. A very similar one, but still.”

“Another…I’m hallucinating.”

“Nope.” His blue doppelganger shrugs, then waves a hand. “The wellspring…in some ways, it crosses worlds. And there are a lot of them, all a little different. Some have an Oculus, some don’t. And apparently it’s just the way things are that I…we…seem to have a predilection for destroying the damned thing.”

His expression stills. “I…well, I suppose I died here, doing what you are now.” He nods to Leonard and the Oculus device. “And I’m still here. Trying to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else, for lack of anything better to do.” He smirks then. “And enjoying the chance to stick it to the Time Bastards in multiple dimensions. I have a certain amount of ability to control things myself, while I’m in here.”

Leonard stares back at him. “It was you,” he says finally. “You’re the other one who was pulling my strings. In Harmony Falls in 1958. And other times.”

The other man tips his head. “Not…precisely,” he admits. “Not like the Time Bastards did. Though I’ll admit there are times I prodded you in the direction of something you wanted to do anyway.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I wish I’d done the same myself.” The blue light around the other Leonard flickers. “I didn’t do it much, I assure you. Mostly I tried to warn you.” He shrugs. “Sorry. I think I wound up making things worse sometimes.”

Leonard thinks about the reoccurring feeling of doom and sighs, then remembers something else. “You’re the one who called me an idiot. Back on the bridge. With Sara.”

His doppelganger shrugs. “Well, we were, although I’ll admit you stopped the impulse in time.” He glances away. “I didn’t.”

Leonard glares at him. “You didn’t…”

“No! I pulled my gun, to try to get her to leave.” The other man looks profoundly uncomfortable. “I didn’t…I’d never hurt her.” He shakes his head. “We weren’t…like you. Weren’t ever more than a maybe.”

He glances up and studies Leonard then, eyes serious. “You happy?”

Not a question he’d expected. But he feels like he needs to give this other self the truth. “Yeah,” he admits, then looks at his hand, still buried in the frozen blue light of the Oculus. “Well. Not right now, I’m not.”

“Well, that’s something I can do something about.” The blue Leonard smirks again. Then he reaches over and…it’s an eerie sensation, as for a moment, their hands overlap. Leonard can feel the other man’s fingers tighten on the fail-safe. He waits a moment, then, glancing at him, lets go…and pulls his hand away, shaking it, trying to get feeling back in the fingers.

“But this place is still blowing up,” he retorts, knowing his voice is a little harsh. “And I’m still stuck here.”

His other self rolls his eyes and gives him a weary look. It’s one Leonard knows well, although he’s far more used to wearing it. Then the doppelganger shifts a little, lifting his other hand and putting it flat on Leonard’s chest.

“Kiss Sara for me, will you?” he says a bit wistfully, as the blue light intensifies. “And don’t fuck this up.”

And then he shoves.

Jonas Hunter is sitting in one of the jump seats, looking at the disembodied head Sara has seen Gideon present herself as once or twice. It vanishes as the others enter, though, and Rip quickly takes them into the air, then jumps them into the timestream. The tension in his shoulders fades then, or maybe it just changes. He stares out the viewscreen for a long moment, then takes a deep breath and turns to his son, holding out his arms.

Sara feels tears stinging her eyes again, but before she can turn away or say anything, Gideon does.

“The Oculus has been destroyed,” the AI says softly. “It…it happened while you were still on your way into Whitechapel. Time is unmoored.”

Rip lets out a sigh, and Jax quietly asks Stein what he’s missed. Sara, however, just closes her eyes, feeling her heart twist, wondering…

“Gideon,” she whispers. “Do you know…the others…”

“I do not, Ms. Lance.” A pause. “I do know the Vanishing Point has been destroyed too. I’ve been trying to raise communications with the Scimitar, but to no avail. And there is no timeline data due to the destruction of the Oculus.”

“We're sailing without a map,” Rip says quietly. “The only thing we can do is try to meet them at the rendezvous point.” Sara glances at him and sees the sympathy in his eyes, and the pain. “Gideon…please take us there.”

“On the way, captain.”

The Scimitar is there, on the ground at the outpost, as they jump into the sky above. Sara’s heart gives a leap when she sees it, and she hears Rip sigh in relief. Still, there’s no guarantee that all of them made it out, and she knows it.

The Waverider lands neatly nearby, and Rip, Sara, Kendra, Martin and Jax—leaving Jonas talking earnestly to Gideon—head to the hatch and out into the deserted silence of the site. The Scimitar’s hatch is moving too, and Sara nibbles her lip, hoping.

It’s Ray who leaves the other ship first, barreling down the ramp and then stopping in his tracks to stare. A grin spreads over his face as he sees Kendra, and Sara hears the other woman laugh, starting toward her husband, who hadn’t died at the Oculus after all.

There’s a pause, then, long enough to make Sara even more nervous. Ray’s too involved with Kendra to ask, although surely he’d have said if he was the only one on the ship. Right?

Mick emerges next, and Sara’s heart sinks as she sees the blank, distant expression on his face. He pauses on the ramp, turning his head from side to side to survey then, and his eyes light on Sara last. He studies them all a long moment.

And then he smirks and turns his head to toss some sort of a comment over his shoulder, back to someone still in the ship.

And then…

Leonard limps out of the ship under his own power, scowling at his partner as he joins him outside. Then he looks over at them, too, his expression lightening as he registers Ray and Kendra, Jax standing with Stein, and…and then Sara.

Sara barely realizes she’s moving until they meet there between the two ships, and Leonard, uncharacteristically, doesn’t hesitate at all before pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard, in front of everyone. When they part, she blinks as she registers his expression, a wistful and oddly sad look that fades even as she stares.

“Hi,” he says a bit gruffly, looking down at her.

“Hi.” Sara smiles back, then mock-scowls at him, looking at the foot he’s favoring. “What did you do to yourself?”

“Turned my ankle. Long story.” Side by side, they turn and head for the others, who are in various phases of trying not to grin at them.

Ray, though, isn’t trying at all. “The weirdest thing happened,” he tells the group happily. “A miracle, really. Tell them, Snart.”

Sara looks at her lover curiously, but Leonard looks quite uncomfortable with the comment. He shrugs, glancing away.

“Not now, Raymond,” he mutters, then looks at Rip. It’s an expression not without sympathy, but Sara can also see it for the demand for information it is.

“Well?” he asks. “We destroyed the Oculus. Is Savage…”

“No.” Rip shook his head. “Even now, we still don’t have a way to do so.” He takes a deep breath. “However, Jonas is on board. Miranda…elected to stay. She sacrificed herself.”

Leonard shudders. There’s really no better word for it. He looks away as Mick grunts and Ray makes a horrified noise.

“Rip,” the scientist says. “I’m sorry.”

The captain gives him a smile that holds no amusement at all. “As am I. But we have achieved…” He looks around their little group. “If not all I hoped, then far more than I feared. We still need to take out Savage—but the Time Masters no longer have the ability to manipulate time.” Now the smile is just a bit…savage. “They can’t help Savage anymore.”

“Damn right,” Mick says gruffly, clapping the captain on the back.

“From this point forward, we know our actions are our own,” Kendra adds, with a fierce smile of our own. “We have free will.”

Sara takes a deep breath. She squeezes Leonard’s hand, thinks of Miranda and the look on her face as she’d made her decision, and nods.

“Well, my free will wants to go kill a warlord,” she says. “Let’s find a way.”

“And we will Ms. Lance.” Rip bows his head. “But first…we need to make a few stops.”

Leonard limps uncomfortably besides Sara as they walk back onto the ship, and she slows her steps to stay with him. He’s sure (equally uncomfortably) that she’s not going to let the mystery of what happened at the Vanishing Point rest long, but he has a reprieve for now.

He clears his throat awkwardly, then reaches out and takes her hand again. Sara glances over, but she doesn’t speak. She does, however, smile.

As they reach the bridge, Jonas looks up, eyes wide. His father crosses to him, saying something quietly, and he relaxes. Leonard tosses the boy a smile as he limps past, wincing as his ankle falters again, then sinks into a jump seat, watching as Rip turns and regards them all.

“I need to find somewhere else for Jonas to stay,” he says, surveying them. “Until Savage is dead. I’m thinking the Refuge. I also need to return your younger selves to the timeline.”

Kendra lets out a long sigh at that, and Raymond perks up. It’s not that surprising—they want to see their son again. But Leonard narrows his eyes, picking up on something. “And what else? You said, ‘a few stops.’”

Rip smiles a little, but it’s an uncomfortable expression. “Yes. Well.” He takes a breath. “Jonas? I imagine you’re hungry. Would you go to the galley? Do you remember where it is?”

The boy perks up a little, bounding out of his seat. “Yes!” he says.

“I will guide you if you need assistance, Master Jonas,” Gideon told him. “There been a few small changes to the ship. Now…”

Everyone’s silent until the boy has disappeared. Then Leonard looks back at the captain, lifting an eyebrow. He doesn’t say more. He doesn’t need to. Everyone else is looking that way too.

Rip sighs again.

“After everything,” he said, looking down at the holotable, “that we have all been through together, I feel the need to…own up, as it were.”

“To what?” Jax asks suspiciously.

“Yes, Rip,” Leonard drawls, leaning back in his chair. “To what?”

Rip smiles, a humorless expression. “Savage has a timeship, courtesy of the Time Masters,” he says. “And the timeline is unclear, due to our destruction of the Oculus, meaning Savage is lost to history.”

Raymond scowls at him. “So? We’ll find him!”

The captain shakes his head. “After all your sacrifices…” His voice trails off a moment before he starts again. “I want you to be sure. Those sacrifices may not be over. And I feel I haven’t been…entirely honest, in some ways.”

Mick growls. “What now?”

“Yes,” Kendra cuts in, frowning, “what now?”

The other man doesn’t answer quite yet. “I want to take you all…home.”

Jax shakes his head. “Mission's not over, man.”

“Jax is right,” Ray says honestly. “We've lost Savage before.” He nods. “We'll find him again.”

But Rip’s shaking his head. “No,” he says, “no, that’s not it. I just…I want you to be sure,” he repeats. And…”

He stops.

“Rip…” Sara says warningly.

The captains sighs. Again. “I’m going to have to take you back to May 2016, not January 2016,” he says. “Timeline interference.”

Jax throws his hands in the air. “Great,” he says, “so what you're saying is for the last five months, my mom probably thinks that I'm dead.” He shakes his head. “Thanks a lot, man.” “Clarissa…” Stein says in horror. “She doesn’t know…”

Leonard doesn’t say what he’s thinking, but he does exchange a glance with Sara. They both have sisters, and Sara, at least, has parents and friends.

“I know.” Rip won’t meet their eyes. “I didn’t plan on that. And…”

He stops again.

“And what?” Leonard barks.

But when the captain looks up, it’s Sara he focuses on.

“Ms. Lance,” he says with a sigh. “You, in particular, will find some things have changed.”

Sara’s still shaking her hand out and fuming when she and Leonard make their way to their room. Leonard, still limping, is smiling a little at her muttered profanity. While he’s thoroughly sympathetic to her anger at Rip, he’s also profoundly relieved that Sara’s sister is alive and recovering—despite what had apparently happened in the original timeline.

As is Sara, of course…but the realization that Rip had purposefully taken her away during the crisis that had so profoundly affected her family members and family had still pisses her off. Even if it also had saved her life.

(Personally, Leonard’s planning to shake Rip’s hand sometime when Sara isn’t watching. The idea of Sara falling to this Damien Darhk doesn’t bear thinking about.)

Leonard’s not so pleased, though, that Sara’s so thoroughly annoyed right now. Because soon, she’s going to ask about what happened at the Vanishing Point, and he’s—he can’t believe he’s saying this, but he’s honor-bound to tell her the truth. And Raymond and Mick had already threatened to do it…and swear they will if Leonard doesn’t.

They say he needs to tell Rip, too. And he will. But Sara comes first.

The longer it goes, the more he wonders if he’d imagined what had happened. But he can still picture and hear his other self, and both Raymond and Mick had seen the results.

“I just…” Sara whirls around, still frowning. “Laurel could have died, and I wouldn’t have been there to at least try, or to comfort my parents. I wouldn’t have even known. He should have at least told me.”

“He should have,” Leonard agrees easily, leaning on the bed and taking some weight off his ankle. He probably should go to the medbay, to be honest.

Sara lets out a long breath and shakes her head again, pulling out one of her cases and starting to divest herself of weaponry, always an entertaining sight. “At least she’s OK, or she’s going to be. I wonder what changed the timeline?”

“No way of knowing now,” Leonard comments, then winces as he realizes he’d brought up a subject he’d rather like to avoid. And Sara doesn’t miss it either, turning her head to raise an eyebrow at him as she tucks knives away.

“That’s right,” she muses. “We can’t read the timeline now that the Vanishing Point’s gone.” She frowns for a moment. “That’s interesting…does it mean that the Time Masters were always using the Oculus to set things? Otherwise, wouldn’t Gideon still be able to see the timeline as it should be?”

“I think the Time Council really bought into the notion of their ‘one true timeline’ and then passed it on to their captains without really telling them why.” For a moment, the puzzle of it distracts him. But it doesn’t distract Sara, who finishes her work and puts the case away, then starts unlacing her outfit, even as she watches him.

“So,” she says, “what did Ray mean? What happened at the Vanishing Point? We know the Oculus is gone, but really nothing else.”

Leonard hesitates. It only makes her gaze sharpen. So, he sighs, rotates his sore ankle uncomfortably again, and meets her eyes. He’ll try to get through the abbreviated version first.

“It made sense,” he tells her, “for me to be the one to set off the explosion.”

Sara pauses with her corset half off. Distracting. Unfortunately, she’s not the one distracted. She regards him warily, slowly removing the item, leaving her in her sports bra and leather pants.

Leonard tries not to be distracted. Tries. “And…there was a problem.”

Sara folds her arms, studying him.

“And a fail-safe. And… I was holding it.” He takes a deep breath. “When it went off.”

He risks a look at Sara. She’s staring at him with an odd, still expression, and he can’t read her at all. It’s disconcerting. He waits, uncertain as to how to continue, because the rest still seems unbelievable.

Sara tires of waiting first. “How are you here?” she asks quietly, unfolding her arms, moving toward him. And then, when he continues to hesitate, “Leonard. How are you here?”

He can’t get out of this. “Something…” He pauses. “…someone, froze the explosion. And…somehow threw me back to the Scimitar.”

Frown lines crease Sara’s brow as she watches him. She’s close enough to touch now, but they’re both keeping their hands to themselves, like neither of them can believe this is quite real.

“Who?” she asks finally. “Who saved you?”

He can’t dodge anymore. Leonard lets out a sigh and tells her, even though there’s still an element of himself that can barely believe it.

“Me,” he tells her, spreading his hands helplessly. “He said he was…me. From a different timeline. He looked just like me. Sounded like me.”

He pauses. But while Sara’s still staring at him, she hasn’t expressed any disbelief. “He’s been stuck in the wellspring throughout timelines after doing the same thing, blowing the Oculus device up,” Leonard continues after a moment. “He’s the reason I’ve been resisting…I resisted the Time Masters’ machinations to some extent, and the reason I did a few things I couldn’t really figure out.” He frowns, taking in her expression. “Say something?”

And then, when she doesn’t, he manages a “Please?”

Sara lets out a semi-explosive sigh. “That’s…that’s unbelievable,” she says, looking up and into his eyes (and Leonard’s reassured to see that there’s no actual disbelief there). “He didn’t…make you do anything you didn’t want to do…right?”

Leonard smirks at her, knowing that there’s relief in his expression and knowing that Sara can see it.

“No,” he drawls, moving even closer, reaching out slowly and pulling her into his arms. Sara goes easily, reaching out and curving her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest with a sigh. “Although…I do think we had more than a few things in common.”

She looks up at him, quirking a brow. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He leans down a little as Sara goes up on her toes to get closer. “He…ah. He asked me to do this.”

The kiss is slow and passionate, full of the messy sorts of feelings Leonard’s spent most of his life avoiding, and it’s catharsis and apology and pure, unadulterated relief all mixed together. By the time they part, Leonard’s feeling more at ease than he has for a long time, and lucky as hell. Things could so easily have gone differently, from 1958 to the Vanishing Point, but here they are.

Sara takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, smiling at him.

“There was a…a me, in his timeline?” she asks curiously.

Leonard shrugs, still a little weirded out by the whole thing. “Yeah. Said they weren’t more than a maybe before he…I don’t know if ‘died’ is the right word.”

“I wonder if we can do anything for him,” Sara muses, then shakes her head, dismissing the idea for the moment. “This sounds unbelievable. But…you’re here. Something has to explain it.” She lifts an eyebrow. “And the ankle?”

Leonard moves uncomfortably. “Raymond and Mick say I just sort of appeared on the Scimitar in this burst of blue light, and I hit the deck pretty hard,” he tells her. “Minor concussion. Twisted ankle. I’ll take it.”

They’d been flying away from the Vanishing Point, just ahead of the shock wave. As Leonard had struggled up onto his elbows, swearing and disoriented, the faces of his teammates had swum into focus. Raymond had clearly been crying before that, and Mick had worn the remnants of a blank, stony expression that Leonard knew well meant distress, even grief.

Ray had helped Leonard get up and checked his vitals while Mick had continued to get them out of there, then approached to stare challengingly at his partner. Then he’d hugged him—before turning gruffly away to return to the captain’s chair, from which he’d demanded answers while setting a course for the outpost.

Once the shock had worn off, his friends might very well have decked him for causing such worry, if it hadn’t been that he was, one, miraculously alive after all and, two, already dealing with a headache from his out-of-control landing. They’d been stunned by what he’d told them, and Raymond had been quite intrigued, spouting off about multiverse theory and the role of the wellspring-- although Leonard wasn’t quite in the mood to talk about it more, not yet.

Sara is still considering him, there in their room, and Leonard glances away. He doesn’t want this to be a thing. He’d done what he had to, to destroy the Oculus, and he was glad to still be alive. Now, he’d like to leave it behind him.

Sara nods, as if to herself. Then she reaches up and wraps her fingers around the edges of his jacket, giving him a gentle shake.

“You…stupid…hero,” she tells him, punctuating each word with another shake. “And here you said it wasn’t on your resume.”

Leonard shakes his head, wincing as it aches. “Oh, no,” he objects. “I didn’t do this to be some kinda hero. It’s just…” He pauses. “Someone had to. And there wasn’t anyone else.”

Sara’s smile is a combination of a smirk and something far softer. “Oh, Leonard,” she says. “Don’t you realize by now? That’s just what a hero is.” 

[lyftuberwomendrivers-blog]

Rideshare exploded on the scene roughly a decade ago. The concept was a brilliant marriage between technology, and transportation. Millions were now able to hail a ride within minutes, just from the tap of a button. No more grumpy cab drivers, or having to wait long pickup times based on your zip code (i.e. region discrimination). Rideshare work began attracting those in need of supplemental income, entrepreneurs, retirees, and creative types who enjoyed the freedom and flexibility gig work provides. It also attracted women drivers, who are only %14 of all Uber drivers according to Forbes.  

What types of violent incidents are reported by female drivers, and at what frequency? How does rideshare driver safety, fare in relation to other occupations for women? Well, unfortunately both companies have avoided sharing any specific information at this time. There are no comprehensive reports, figures, or studies done on rideshare driver related incidents involving violence. We can only speculate these companies purposely omit this data in order to protect their reputation and therefore bottom line. Both companies have recently filed their much anticipated IPO’s.  

Comparisons

Taxi workplace violence statistics do remain open to the public fortunately. An article by OnLabor (a workers rights advocacy group) states: “the homicide rate for cab drivers is about 30 times higher than the national homicide average for all workers.” While that statistic is very troubling, rideshare drivers can breathe a collective sigh of relief. Glaring distinctions exist between taxi and ridehare drivers. The most significant being; rideshare drivers deal with cashless transactions, this alone decreases the likelihood of being targeted for cash robberies, a huge motivation for violence against taxi drivers.  

Another distinction is: rideshare vehicles are not hailed in a random fashion like taxi cabs. While yes, both are paired with strangers, rideshare fares are hailed specifically via an app, linked to a credit card holder. This ensures more accountability, along with the fact passengers are always under a GPS tracking service (rider/driver at all times). The exception being when the account holder orders a ride for someone else. Passengers do not have to provide their real names and a picture at this time. A petition to require this along with other safety enhancements is trending right now with close to 6k signiatures.

Reality

It also cannot be ignored that as women we are more susceptible to becoming victims of sexual assault. According to the National Sexual Violence Resource Center “91% of victims of rape and sexual assault are female, and nine percent are male.” Women driving late nights, are often dealing with intoxicated male passengers, placing them in a precarious position. Alcohol consumption increases this risk (for sexual assault), according to a study done by the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism; “approximately one-half of all sexual assaults are committed by men who have been drinking alcohol.” Many women drivers are mothers who can only work night hours due to childcare, work, or other commitments. Driving nights is attractive for the better weekly bonuses, traffic conditions and overall earnings.  

Preparation

When you sign on to become a driver, you are prompted to watch a 20 minute Uber training video. It covers basic functions of the app, polices, procedures and briefly mentions for drivers to call 911 if ever in danger. There is a feature on Uber, and free apps like Life 360, allowing both drivers and passengers to share their trip/location with a loved one. One popular way drivers find guidance on navigating safety concerns is through Youtube, and other social media sites. Groups like Lyft/Uber Women Drivers on Facebook has over 11,000 members. Women share their experiences, safety tips, strategies and tools, as well as find support. A frequent question posted is; “what do you ladies carry for safety?” Or “how do you deal with men who hit on you?” 

Anecdotal “evidence” via Facebook groups, news stories, or online forums (Reddit, Twitter, YouTube etc.) can help you decide whether or not being a female rideshare driver is a safe. Consider the area you drive, hours of the day or night you’ll drive, and how prepared you are in the event of an attack. Do you own a dash cam, a safety plan, or plan on carrying a mace or a stun gun? Have you practiced using them?

Safety Hacks

Surveillance: Buy a dashcam! By having a dashcam, women are sending a clear message, that they are professionals, who will not tolerate any type of misconduct during a trip. Just like a thief is deterred from stealing a package from a home with surveillance, passengers are less likely to cross boundaries after seeing a blinking camera light. Dash cams are a simple safety tool, and far too many drivers, prioritize frugality, over their safety. Whenever someone shares an unpleasant encounter, they almost always mention they wish they had it on camera. Shop around, even if you end up getting something for $19.99, it is better than nothing. The most popular and recommended by rideshare drivers for safety and surveillance is Vantrue’s N2 Pro. It is a reliable, quality, dual camera. Equipped with infrared sony night vision, 1080×1920p HD loop recording, clear audio, parking mode, 256 GB of SD storage capacity (33 hours of HD recording), G-sensor and more!

Protection: Many women also carry a stun gun or mace. Getting the right kind is essential, and these are very affordable and easy to conceal. You never want to broadcast that you carry these with a passenger. While Uber allows non lethal weapons, Lyft on the other hand, does not, and you can be deactivated. Be sure to check your local state laws as well. Ultimately, do whatever you need in order to protect yourself. For mace, be sure to get a gel or foam type (v.s. the spray) that will not have the “blowback effect”, seeing as you’re in a confined space. You want to hurt the assailant, not yourself! For stun guns, there are effective flashlight combos that blend in with your cars accessories, making it easy to access in case of an emergency. Check with a tax consultant about these items being written off as operating expenses.

Preparation: Staying safe boils down to how prepared you are. Fight, flight and freeze are common responses to fearful or threatening situations. As our primal senses increase, the ability to react effectively decreases. It’s common to hear: “I wish I would have listened to my gut.” Avoid regret by remembering, if you ever, feel uncomfortable or threatened, anytime prior, during or near the end of a trip, you are allowed to end it. How? Practice keeping all your doors locked, look at your passenger before they get in. For example, don’t feel bad for declining a drunk passenger. Always trust your gut. If it feels wrong, leave. Simply hit cancel trip, and move on to the next fare. You will not be penalized on either platform for declining a trip, or passenger that makes you feel uncomfortable.

To end a trip in progress  Do. Not. Announce. It. See: Taco Bell Driver Assault video for a good illustration of why. Whenever your ending a ride in progress, make you calmly make your way to the nearest populated, safe location. Never argue with a passenger, since you are in a vulnerable position to be attacked from behind or the side, while focused on driving. You do not need to agitate or argue with someone while your defenses are down. Once you’ve pulled over, turn off the car. Grab your keys, cellphone mace/stun gun and exit the vehicle. If the passenger refuses to exit your vehicle, call the 911. Afterwards be sure  to report the incident to the critical response team. Save any dash cam footage.    

Conclusion

Is it safe for women to drive Lyft/Uber ? Yes. If women practice the safety tactics in place, they can have a very enjoyable experience driving for Lyft or Uber. Your chances are going to vary, but will likely be pleasant and enriching. Most people are happy to have a quick, inexpensive ride. 

If you’re a woman and are currently on the fence about signing up, it’s wise to be concerned about safety, however you can’t allow fear to prevent you from experiencing an opportunity that allows for flexibility, freedom, and great earning potential. Remain vigilant and knowledgeable about ways to stay safe and join a local rideshare group for tips as well as the national women’s support group.

   Lyft Sign on Bonus.                                                      Uber sign on bonus.

[bonnergrady7-blog]

The Easter Gym Rabbit Exercise.

Greater than 200 females went into the inner sanctum of Mumbai's historical Haji Ali Dargah mosque on Tuesday after trustees at the site lifted a restriction on women site visitors. The last time I wound up viewing a Martial Art motion picture from Thailand I suffered through the abysmal rubbish of Ong Bak 3. Now while Power youngsters is extra watchable than Ong Bak 3, it's absolutely nothing from just what you would certainly anticipate from the normal Thailand Fighting style motion picture. Each of us has a greater or higher power watching over us. As I mentioned previously, there are numerous summaries for this entity we the better power. It wants to turn out the innovation onshore as well as at sea, building systems with the capacity to produce hundreds of megawatts" of power within the years. Movie critic Consensus: Power struggles with excessive plotting as well as using overly acquainted by-the-numbers tale elements. Many of the gyms require their participants to adhere to the guidelines to be able to enter as well as use the facilities. No, in spite of popular concepts and also the normal urban legends, Pfeffer contends that the path to power is considerably different compared to the preferred ideas we were elevated to think. If you see that you are getting squeezed in order to pay for your health club Sydney subscription then you are bound to pull out after a couple of days. It is just a partial payment to realise that the mystery likewise suggests that political hopefuls such as Donald Trump - angry, manipulative harasses - are less most likely to acquire power to start with. When the power enters a solar power inverter, you can obtain 120 volt of rotating current (Air Conditioning), the exact same electrical energy required to power most residences. Depending upon the company, you may likewise have the alternative of choosing between an electrical (AC) and a battery powered (DC) stairway lift. Meanwhile, on the surface of the Moon, Lord Zedd as well as his spouse Rita Repulsa saw the Power Rangers. The majority of them think that the only method to accomplish those is by burning cash at the fitness center and exercising on all gym equipment. Exercises such as chain bench presses, where you loop a heavy chain over either end of the barbell when bench pressing, or banded deadlifts, performed by linking a band over bench, basing on completions and deadlifting can boost power. There are local authority as well as office gyms which are often more affordable as well as have easier charging structures. The power clean is a three-part power lift that includes a dive, decrease and also catch with a crammed weights. The PS20 becomes part of a EUR1.2 bn series of solar power plants based upon CSP technologies consisting of tower plants and trough-style enthusiasts - where water is come on tubes directly before parabolic mirrors that accumulate sunshine - and also a few PV panels prepared by Abengoa. It needs to be kept in mind that one-rep maximums could be computed using submaximal loads, based upon weight raised and also the number of repeatings executed. Also, when the youngsters were more youthful they couldn't constantly have buddies over after college due to the fact that I needed to be offered to own Aly to the health club.. At studiosante.de of their situation the Clean Power Plan's oppositions have actually paintinged a massive fiction: A picture of a steady, healthy and balanced coal-based power industry happily supplying everybody with affordable electricity, till the big negative EPA came as well as interfered with every little thing, compeling the sector into turbulent change, and ruining the American power economy. Like sprints, there are few workouts much better for lower/full-body power compared to jumping. It was crucial that health clubs inquired from local disabled people on how to enhance accessibility, he added. Additionally in the bundle are ten different laptop power tips, making the most of the possibilities that will fit your computer. If you are already speaking with somebody, as well as you get in the lift with each other, it is just about appropriate to continue chatting. And that didn't even take into account all the times a person close to the Rangers had been put in danger. It takes 5-6 years to construct a nuclear power plant, yet identifying the future of power generation, Vivint developed a virtual/future power plant in 2 years. Exactly how this man had been captured after a long pursuit, after the moor, how he had actually stood unrepentant as well as strong prior to the man that had power of life and death over him, how he chose not to take the oath of commitment to the king, just how he had been fired dead before his cottage, as well as just how his spouse had been viewer of her husband's fatality. If you're considering signing up with a fitness center - or possibly you just joined one - you're on the right track! I will think that no one analysis this is impressive enough to strike up a discussion with a stranger in a lift (such people are no question too busy - drawing the avoid kittycats, sending news release about the number of shopping days left until Xmas - to check out useful write-ups on modern rules). Which is a far better concept for your children' health and wellness - Remaining at residence as well as enjoying TV while chewing their favored snacks, or playing around a sporting activities health club playing evade ball as well as having a get on the playground. The Anderton Boat Lift is just one of just two working canal boat raises in the nation, the other being the 15-year old Falkirk Wheel in main Scotland. On the heels of last season's new lift and also 997-acre surface growth, British Columbia's Red Hill goes to it once again in 2014/15. Various other no-frills chains you could attempt consist of Fitspace, Pure Health club and Klick Fitness, which is had by Health and fitness First. Gold's Fitness center offers different physical fitness classes that are shown by certified instructors. Professor Utonium discovers that the girls have exceptional powers and super-human strength, as well as he wishes they'll be able to improve life in the crime-infected City of Townsville. After that before you return it see to it to have it in the same problem that you received it in. The rental of lift tools can be a cash saver however not if you return it late or in a broken condition. Un nouveau centre qui à la power plate vient d'ouvrir sur bourgoin jallieu: SUNLIGHT PRESQU'ILE. You might be certain you remained in a Greek city if you saw a theatre, a seminar, a political debate-- and a health club. Cardio devices (especially ones with those foam-rubber seats), weights and devices are crawling with germs and also microorganisms," claims Brown. Something that'll sure obtain parents mad is that these children are actually hit as well as shot at in this motion picture, while it makes the film a lot more exciting parents on the other hand will not be appreciating it. Power Children is not a poor look for a Martial Art flick from Thailand, while the Mauy Thai does not look as impressive as it in did in the original Ong Bak and it's virtually the exact same thing here. Lift it enables you to do some other tasks in the video game, such as playing the guitar with Rosario or Larry.

[jwood718]

Return to Montour No 4 Mine Site

Back in the spring, I “discovered” some photographs of a mine operation south of Pittsburgh - the Montour Number 4 (the search for the mine’s location is covered in the original post).  The photos I was looking at, however, were taken in the winter, and my visit to the site was in June.  So, figuring that I would be back in Pittsburgh at some point in the winter, I planned (as far as I plan anything) to return and see if I could “match” shots taken in 1942.  Which I’ve now done.

Maybe the most striking of the 1942 images, taken by John Collier, Jr., was this one (below) showing a cable-car system hoisting waste rock up a hill, with a string of coal hoppers below, on Montour Rail Road trackage. In between is the tipple building (the larger structure to the left) and a powerhouse (smaller and closer to the cableway). {1}

Above: the Montour No 4 tipple site in 2018.  Looking at these now, I’m not sure I was quite high enough after all. {2}

Today, the powerhouse still exists, but the rest of the site has been made-over, and of course the roads have been improved.  Coal was mined in the region up until the early 1980s, but the Number 4 succumbed to flooding and was shuttered, while other sites continued for a few more years.  The rail road kept going as long as there was business to be done, but with the seams getting mined out and the onset of “downsizing,” that need to pull coal died, and the Montour ceased operation completely in 1983.

Annotated view. {2}  The siding tracks that passed under the tipple ran where the car park is now, below the main line.

In short order, the tracks were gone, the mine structures were gone, and (save for the powerhouse) little remained to indicate that coal was hauled up and hauled away.  Interest in trail use was sufficient that in 1991 the then-two year old Montour Trail Council purchased the right-of-way.  Other mine lands were also soon seen as viable for development.

Looking back up the hill over which the cable-cars ran. {2}

Remnants!  Looking down as I clambered up, I found a couple curls of wire rope protruding from the ground.  Seems likely they were left behind when the carway got disassembled. {2}

I got up there?!  About there, I think.  {2}

Standing at the base of the hill, I wondered if I might be able to find an approximate location to come near to Collier’s, and cast about for a few minutes as I considered the slope.  “Where can I climb?”  I spotted a likely avenue among the young trees, clambered up, picking my way from trunk to trunk, and twice saying “not quite” before I found myself maybe half-way up (as indicated above). 

A wider view of the hill as seen from the Trail. {2}

On the way back to the street, I was maybe 30 yards from the guardrail (still among the trees and half-sliding down) when I heard “Sir?!  Are you all right?!”  I looked about and saw that a woman in her car, waiting at the stop sign, had asked after me.  I suppose a tall man in a long coat and a fedora might cause someone to take notice as he fumbles down a woody hill.  “I’m O.K.” I responded.  “Crazy photographer!”  The woman wished me well, and hoped I’d “got some good shots!” before she pulled away.

I got myself on down, plucked stickleburrs from my trousers, brushed off my coat, and went on my way.

Farther down the trackage, Collier took two shots of Hills, or Hills Junction, the nearby town that served the miners (above and below).  {1}  Today it’s called Lawrence, and I went along the Trail to where I hoped to find a similar view.

Coming 'round a bend and through a cut, I found a line of sight that was close to these images, but “not quite.”  As I looked about, I wondered if Collier had stood at the crest of the hill when he took that longer shot; the view from the Trail appeared too close, and too low.  But - the hill?!  Again?! 

I stared upwards, but shook my head.  The hill above me resisted my thoughts of scrambling up as I had before.  Still, I needed to achieve some measure of elevation off the Trail, and gripped and grabbed my way to where a large tree had afforded a slight platform where I could reasonably stand and take this shot (below).

Lawrence as seen from above the Trail.  {2}

Maybe it’s “sour grapes,” but the trees are thicker now than 80 years ago, so I’m not sure that gaining an even higher elevation would have resulted in a better image.  Maybe with better shoes, and some rope -- or maybe this is as good as it gets! 

Winter scene along the Trail.  There were quite a few places where groundwater seeps had emerged and frozen into icicles.  {2}

In between (after I’d been up and down the first hillside), I found that other things were doing along the Trail.  Sponsored by the Bower School House and T.A. Robinson Paving, the “Santa’s Train Off the Trail” event had tempted a fair number of the public to the site.  Santa and Mrs. Claus, along with some elves, were hosting children for snacks and photographs in a caboose!

Children playing on the Trail as they wait for their turn with Santa.  The caboose served as “Santa’s Train,” and though not original to the road, the car has been painted in Montour RR livery.  {2}

The Robinsons (of the eponymous Paving company) own a goodly amount of the site off the Trail, where I had noted the rail road rolling stock and outdoor self-storage back in June.  This day, they were hosting Santa, as Mrs. Robinson (who was directing foot traffic and chatting with friends) told me.  I explained my interest in the place, and she invited me to climb the hill on the other side of the Trail to where one of the mine entrances still stood.

1953: an improved entry to the Number 4 above the Trail.  {2}

No longer a mine shaft, beyond that locked door today a portion of the entrance serves as a wine shaft:  Mr. Robinson got permission to use it as a cellar!  Getting up to this spot was not so dramatic as there’s a roadway.

I also had a brief acquaintance with Gene Schaeffer, born, as he related it, ten “rail” miles away in Bethel Park.  Living near active rail road operations, he took an early interest in railroading and the Montour, and spent several years taking photos of the road in operation in the 1970s, even as business was winding down.  He also worked for the Montour during its last seven years, and to this day does his best to keep the history of the road alive.  Many of the informational placards along the Trail feature his photographs.

He also asked if I would stand for a photo beside that caboose.  Well, far be it from me to turn down a request like that!

Yep, that’s me: walking photo opportunity!  Ha!  {3}

I did take a turn in the saloon up “that hill” where the mine had once dumped its waste shale.  Long since developed, I held out the briefest of hopes that there would be some place where I could turn off and get a shot down toward Lawrence - but “no dice.”  The whole top of the hill is thick-set with houses along looping streets that don’t actually go anywhere except ‘round to the last one (if you’ve ever tried to navigate one of those neighborhoods you know whereof I speak).

In the vicinity of the Number 4, in 1942.  {1}

Up on top of “that hill,” in 2018. {2}  Much of the surrounding area looks similar to this today.

There’s even a golf course and country club, the Valleybrook, on the far side of the hill!  And, after all that, I was off to other things - like coffee and doughnuts.

{1} Photos by John Collier, Jr., for the Office of War Information, 1942.  (Minor processing by Jake Wood, 2018).

{2} Photos by R. Jake Wood, 2018.

{3} Photo by Gene P. Schaeffer, 2018.  Thanks Gene!

Other posts concerning Pittsburgh and photographs taken for the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information on Jake Ponders.

The photos that spurred these posts were found on the Library of Congress’ Prints and Photographs Online Catalog.  Specifically, the collection of black and white negatives from the Farm Security/Office of War Information projects.

Google satellite image of the area (for the curious).

Winter scene along the Trail: Kamp’s Cut.  {2}

[by-endurance--we-conquer]

I’ve mentioned before that one of my big goals is to run as many challenging races in amazing locations as I can. Orcas Island 50 definitely fit the bill.

First, one of the main reasons I chose this race (besides location) was logistics. The race takes place in Moran State Park on Orcas Island and the Destination Trail Races reserves the bunk cabins just feet from the start/finish line. It was great to be right at the race site and roll out of bed and not have to have that extra race morning stress. There was also a lodge with food provided, hot showers and the ability to be around a bunch of like-minded ultra-runners. Pretty cool set up.  

The course-This is what definitely drew me to the race. Beautiful island with panoramic views of other islands, water and snowcapped mountains. Then there were the amazing single track trails winding up and down the mountains through old growth forests and around secluded lakes. The challenging course was definitely the highlight. Just take a look at the elevation profile. Course consisted of two 26 mile loops. 3 BIG climbs per loop and when I say big I mean steep, switchback type climbs.

Pre-Race- My first race in 7 months and jumping into a 50 miler so I didn’t have big expectations. I knew I wasn’t going to touch my 50 mile PR. My only goal was to really enjoy the day and finish feeling ok. As I mentioned before logistics made everything so easy.

Early miles- 5AM start time. It was just getting light so I only had to wear my headlamp for the first couple of miles. I really liked how the first few miles ran alongside a flowing creek and a few waterfalls. It can’t anymore peaceful sounding than that.

First big climb- Just a few miles into the race we were on the first big climb of the day Mt. Pickett. As I was climbing up through the forest I got a good idea of what I was in for throughout the race. The 12,000 ft. of climbing wasn’t the small roller types that add up over the course of a race. It was the steep, switchback, suck the air out of you, even the pros are hiking parts type of climbing. It was great. Minus that in my pre-trip planning I opted to leave my trekking poles at home so I wouldn’t have to check a bag on the flight. So the same poles that greatly helped my Bear 100 race were 2000 miles away.

Weather- Overall weather was great for the day. Highs in the upper 60’s and lots of sun and a nice breeze at times but many others agreed—it just felt warmer. I felt like I was sweating more than usual. The salt stains on my shirt showed that.

Big mistake of the day- For some dumb reason I only carried my one big Nathan bottle in my vest. Why I thought would be enough I don’t know. Where that proved to be an issue was the 10 miles between aid stations at miles 3-13 and roughly 28-38. I ran on empty for a few of miles and on loop #2 that was an issue. It was warm and I was thirsty. I almost drank out of one of the lakes which probably would have been fine but I kept thinking about the flight the following day and having to run to the bathroom every 5 minutes because of some bug I picked up. So I passed on the lake water and made it to the aid station.

Nutrition- I was kind of all over the place. I fell behind on hydration (and paid for it a little) but eventually worked my way back. I ate just about everything they offered. Pickels, chips, M&M’s, Snickers, bananas, Coke, Tailwind and even 3 gels.

Mt. Constitution- This was the beast of a climb. On both loops you basically climbed it twice from 2 different sides. Definitely the highlight of the race with amazing views from the top. I also liked the climb up through the green/foggy forest on lap 1. There was one section where every tree was covered in a bright green moss and the creepy fog was rolling in. No pic would do that justice.

Loop 1 (first 26 miles) went well, but I knew loop 2 and doing all the climbing again was going to be a real challenge.

Tough spot- It lasted a little longer than I would have liked- roughly miles 31-39. I had this wicked craving for an icee/slushie which I don’t even drink in normal life. Probably a clear sign I was dehydrated. But the mile 39 aid station saved me. I actually sat down in a chair and drank a full bottle of water and ate some food. By mile 40 I was back. That’s the beauty of ultra-running. Just when you think you’re down and out you make a big comeback and get right back in the game. Just in time for another trip up Mt. Constitution.

Maybe it was the magnet of the finish line or just my body coming around but miles 40-52 were my best of the whole race. My legs felt the strongest they had all day. Who knows maybe all those kettlebell squats and swings over the winter paid off. I went from saying to myself, “there’s no way I’d make it if this were a 100 miler to I wish this was a 100 miler.”

It was a pretty small 50 mile field and I ran with no one around for many miles but I also ran pretty close to the same 5 people all day. It was nice to chat a bit but on that second loop I did put in 1 earbud for some music.

The descent off Mt. Constitution was a real quad destroyer, but I was still running. The final lap around Cascade Lake felt like a victory lap. I returned back to Camp Moran 12 hours and 46 mins after I left. 10 minutes later I was in a hot shower. Again, great logistics. That evening a group of us sat around chatting about the day. The common theme- “that was hard.”

Orcas Island was a perfect ultramarathon destination and managed to surpass my pretty high expectations. Destination Trail Races and Candice put on a great race. I talked to several runners who have done some or all of her 200 milers. Maybe they’ll end up being a bad influence on me someday….

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All right, all right, let's do this... Eurovision rankings! Well, not so much a ranking because I'm putting them in alphabetical order by country, but little blurbs about how I feel about each song after looping the playlist for a couple of weeks, and what category I'm going to place them in. As a refresher:

Love: Top five. My absolute favorite songs, and the ones I'll do anything to see win or at least perform well. Caps and italic for my special, number one love.

Like: Didn't quite make it to the top five, but I still like it a lot! I'll probably keep it even after the Contest is over.

Okay: I can see its merit, and maybe I like an element or two of it, but overall, it just doesn't click with me and I won't miss it if it fails the semi. I’ll get it if it does make it, though.

Indifferent: I just can't bring myself to give a shit about it, and I really don't want to see it in the semi, especially not at the expense of a Loved song. Not so annoying that I can't stand to listen to it, but it doesn't bring me any joy, either.

Surprisingly, three categories won't be used this time - I can finally retire "bias" because there's no goofy/boring songs that I only like because they remind me of fandom; there aren't any songs that I feel make my life worse, so "hate" won't be used (good, after I embarrassed myself last year by putting the eventual winner there); and while there is a song for the "what" category, there always is in Eurovision... well... you'll see.

Okay, let's roll!

Albania: "Mall" by Eugent Bushpepa - Sorry, not feeling it. Indifferent.

Armenia: "Qami" by Sevak Khanagyan - I can tell he's trying, but like the above, this just isn't my thing and I'm not gonna linger on it. Indifferent.

Austria: "Nobody But You" by Cesar Sampson - Meh. There's worse, but there's better. I like the chorus well enough, mainly the way it bursts, but by the time it comes up, I'm bored. I'll say Okay for that.

Australia: "We Got Love" by Jessica Mauboy - After two years of not giving a shit about Australia and not understanding why they're still here, they've won me over again! I like cute, upbeat things like this. Like!

Azerbaijan: "X My Heart" by Aisel - It's cute enough! I don't think it stands out super well, but it still has a certain charm to it. Let's say Okay.

Belarus: "Forever" by Alekseev - Eh, it grew on me. I like synths, what can I say. Like. Maybe on the lower end of Like, since it does get outshone by a lot of other stuff I enjoy, but I don't feel right putting it in Okay, either.

Belgium: "A Matter Of Time" by Sennek - Reminds me of a Bond song. Sometimes I'm in the mood for that, so it's good for then, but "Rise Like A Phoenix" did it way better. Okay, because I'm feeling generous.

Bulgaria: "Bones" by Equinox - A little on the mellow side, but it has a calming effect I do enjoy. There's just better electronica out there, is all. Okay.

Croatia: "Crazy" by Franka - I do like the soulful element of it! It's not quite my thing, but I appreciate it for what it is, and if it has a major fanbase, I can understand why. Okay!

Cyprus: "Fuego" by Eleni Foureira - Something about this song hits me in all the right places. Fun as hell to walk to, fun as hell to sing along to, this one was a latecomer to my top five but now I can't make it leave. Love!

Czech Republic: "Lie To Me" Mikolas Josef - when I first heard this, I thought of it as a combination of "Don't" by Ed Sheeran, a song I like well enough when it's on the radio but never seek out on its own; and "Talk Dirty" by Jason Derulo, a song I can't stand. So why, why did this climb my ranking so quickly? It's such a damn earworm! I love it so much, Love, Love, Love! I think my only real complaints is all the f-bombs - not because I'm sensitive to cursing, but because I'm wondering how he's going to handle that on stage... I found a stage performance where he just went quiet instead of replacing them, and it just sounds awkward...

Denmark: "Higher Ground" by Rasmussen - Oh, this is awesome. Vikings! I had a bit of a viking phase in high school... blame E-type. I just love how grand this sounds, and I'm looking forward to seeing it on stage! Like! (As an aside... Sannie of Whigfield was also in the qualifiers, and while normally I'd be morally obligated to cheer for a Eurodance darling... "Boys On Girls" sucks, even by my cheesy standards. No way did it deserve to win over this. No Dolly Style flavored bitterness here!)

Estonia: "La Forza" by Elina Nechayeva - On one hand, this may not be my type of music... but holy shit, for something that's not my type of music, it's put together well! I'm impressed! I'm gonna say Okay just because I can't see myself keeping it after the Contest, but I wouldn't fault anyone if it won. The woman can belt! It's impressive!

Finland: "Monsters" by Saara Aalto - I kept putting this on and off my top five due to another song it was rotating with, but it finally landed on and hasn't moved since! Of course it's written by the same team that brought us "Heroes" in 2015! It's just one of those songs where I feel the music so deeply, and I love the mental illness awareness (according to another site I read), and I just... yes, yes, go Finland. Love!

France: "Mercy" by Madame Monsieur - This wins the questionable honor of being one of those songs that I can never remember no matter how many times it comes up. There's nothing wrong with it, I just don't care. There's worse, but I'm still Indifferent to it.

Germany: "You Let Me Walk Alone" by Michael Schulte - ...oh. Oh dear. I feel like I should at least be kind to this song, since it's about his dead father... I appreciate that sentiment, I can see it doing well on that merit, it's probably more artistically valid than something like "Lie To Me"... but I don't like it! I can not make myself care about this! Indifferent! Sorry! Don't kill me!

Georgia: "For You" by Iriao - No. I can't even think of anything interesting to say about it. No. I'm sure it's culturally relevant, and that's very nice for it and Eurovision should always have those songs... but that doesn't stop them from boring me to tears. Indifferent.

Greece: "Oneiro Mou" by Gianna Terzi - I'll call it a low Okay because I like it more than, say, Georgia or Armenia, but it's a cold compliment. I just feel bad for typing Indifferent on most of the non-English ones and this is one I felt like being nice to. Um... I like the strings?

Hungary: "Viszlat Nyar" by AWS - Holy shit this goes hard. I'm fussy about my rock, but damn, this is really, really good! There, I'm saying really nice things about a non-English song! I'd love to see this in the final for a change of pace! Like!

Iceland: "Our Choice" by Ari Olafsson - This song bores the crap out of a friend of mine, and god, I understand why. There's nothing here. When she said her least favorite was Iceland, I couldn't even remember what Iceland sent, and when I looked it up... yeah, this isn't noteworthy at all. Except for that screech toward the end, but I wouldn't exactly call that a point in this song's favor. Indifferent.

Ireland: "Together" by Ryan O'Shaughnessy - Ugh, boring. Sorry, no thanks. This doesn't grab me at all; this type of music never has a chance with me. Indifferent.

Israel: "Toy" by Netta - I love you, chicken lady! By all rights, this song belongs firmly in "What", between the chicken noises and all the pop culture references... but god, from the first time I listened to it, I've been hooked! It was the second or third song I listened to, and I got so stuck on it that it took a while for me to move on! This is LOVE, no doubt, and while I'm extremely surprised that a lot of people seem to agree with me, I'm not disappointed! Go Israel! ...isn't there a rule against mentioning copyrighted stuff, though? I remember when they had to change a line in "Cheesecake" because it mentioned Google... I wonder what'll happen here...?

Italy: "Non Mi Avete Fatto Niente" by Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro - I have a soft spot for how the Italian language sounds. Is it because I grew up with an Eiffel 65 CD as my first non-English album? Who knows! In any case, I like the vocal track on this a lot, and the music's no slouch, either, so for that, Like!

Latvia: "Funny Girl" by Laura Rizzotto - Oof, this one hurts. It's just so bitter and mournful... it gets what it needs done damn well, and I feel so bad for the narrator. Like, definitely. I like a good, angsty story.

Lithuania: "When We're Old" by Ieva Zasiauskaite - When I first listened to this song, I got hit by such a wave of feelings that I can't shake them even now. If those feelings were for a fictional character, I'd immediately pitch this into "bias", but since they're for a real person I love very, very much... it's a Like, even if I wouldn't say that about a song that sounds like this if the lyrics were about anything else. Leave me alone, I'm gay.

Macedonia: "Lost and Found" by Eye Cue - I like that tropical beat going on in the background, and the way it switches on and off. The whole song brings a smile to my face, and I'll give it a Like!

Malta: "Taboo" by Christabelle - It hits in all the right places, and what i mean when I call a song a builder. I love how it climbs at the minute point. Like!

Moldova: "My Lucky Day" by DoReDoS - I saw someone insult this song by saying it's no longer 2004, but to me, who grew up drenched in 2000′s Europop, that's a high compliment. Like "Toy", this one latched onto me the instant I first listened to it - maybe not quite as hard, but if "Toy" wasn't here, I'd have no complaints about making this my favorite. My... number one, so to speak! Love! (Also, anyone who has known me for more than 20 minutes and who has very basic Japanese knowledge would know why "number one" is one of my favorite compliments)

Montenegro: "Inje" by Vanja Radovanovic - Montenegro and I will never be friends. I've never, ever hoped for them to be in a final, they've always been either criminally bizarre or criminally boring... I just wish they stuck with being bizarre twice in a row. Sorry, Indifferent, this isn't my thing at all.

The Netherlands: "Outlaw In 'Em" by Waylon - If we had to have a country song this year, it could have have been far worse. It's another one that kinda grew on me for what it is. I get weirdly into it sometimes! You know what, I'll call this one a Like! I like it way better than predecessors like "Calm After The Storm" and "Slow Down", at any rate!

Norway: "That's How You Write A Song" by Alexander Rybak - Can I say something controversial here? I like this better than "Fairytale". Now, to make it clear, "Fairytale" is probably better, artistically - but I don't rank by art, I rank by fun, and while I do like "Fairytale" and believe it deserved the record it set, I have more fun with this one. It just barely missed my top five thanks to Finland, but I still really Like it, and I'm looking forward to how it does!

Poland: "Light Me Up" by Gromee feat. Lukas Meijer - A fun little electronic thing! It's nothing spectacular, but I do really like the instrumental break. I'm feeling generous, let's call this one a Like.

Portugal: "O Jardim" by Claudia Pascoal - Portugal could stop competing in Eurovision and I wouldn't even notice. I'm serious - I'm constantly forgetting if they really did skip 2016 or if their song that year just made that little of an impression on me. This year hasn't changed a thing. Indifferent.

Romania: "Goodbye" by The Humans - This is one of those songs that I enjoy eventually, but it's annoying that it takes me half the song to get there, and I don't even find the latter half all that spectacular. It's just interesting enough to carry it up to Okay territory, and then it settles in there.

Russia: "I Won't Break" by Julia Samojlova - Congrats on actually getting to sing this time, Julia! Your song is... all right! It's Okay! Still proud of you for making it, though, even if I'm not overly excited about it!

San Marino: "Who We Are" by Jessika feat. Jenifer Brening - Oh this video is goofy. I love San Marino when they're goofy. It's no "Spirit Of The Night", but I don't think we're ever getting another "Spirit Of The Night", and the song's still fun. The rapping is hard to take seriously, but it adds a bit of cheesy flavor, and I do appreciate that. Firm Like!

Serbia: "Nova Deca" by Sanja Ilić & Balkanika - I have taken a full 90 seconds to think of anything to say about this, at which point the cool beat kicked in. I like the cool beat. Okay. I don’t like being mean to all the non-English ones, I gotta say something nice, all right?

Slovenia: "Hvala Ne" by Lea Sirk - This doesn't sound bad at all at first, but something about it gets old by the time it ends - it's like one catchy sound that wears its welcome quickly. Sometimes I get into it, sometimes I'm just not in the mood and I zone out. Okay.

Spain: "Tu Cancion" by Amaia & Alfred: Bored. Not as bored as when I listen to Portugal, but still bored. Indifferent.

Sweden: "Dance You Off" by Benjamin Ingrosso - Hello, low-rent Justin Timberlake! Okay, more like mid-rent? It's not like it's a bad song. Not the most fun "would fit in on American party radio" song ever in Eurovision, but it somehow clicks anyway. Probably a low Like, but a Like all the same!

Switzerland: "Stones" by ZiBBZ - It's not a major standout for me, but I can't say I dislike it, either. I can see why people like it! But I'm gonna say Okay, in a way that says more about its competition than the song itself. I far from hate it, but I can't quite put my finger on anything specific I love, either, so I'll put it there.

Ukraine: "Under The Ladder" by Melovin - It's a catchy one! I like how much life this one has to it. Like!

United Kingdom: Ah, hell, it's a cute one, so why not! I don't have much to say about it, but I think I Like it.

Songs in Like/Okay/Indifferent are capable of sliding into categories one above or below themselves, based on my generosity levels, mood, and, I dunno, my digestive status or something. My Loves are locked, though. No matter how politely Norway asks.

Looking forward to the show! And by that, I mean I'm looking forward to finding the results after I get home that Saturday!

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Randy Pausch's Last Lecture On September 18, 2007, Carnegie Mellon professor and alumnus Randy Pausch delivered a one-of-a-kind last lecture that made the world stop and pay attention. It became an internet sensation viewed by millions, an international media story, and a best-selling book that has been published in more than 35 languages. Definition of at last in the Idioms Dictionary. What does at last expression mean? Definitions by the largest Idiom Dictionary. At last - Idioms by The Free Dictionary. The Major had settled in life at last. And, more wonderful still, the Major had chosen as the lawful ruler of his household and himself-'the future Queen of.

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Q: We recently bought a house and its roof is 15 years old. While the home inspector didn’t find any specific problems, I wonder how much longer the roof might hold up. I don’t want to invest in a new one before it’s necessary, but I don’t want to put it off too long and have to contend with leaks. How long does a roof last?

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16. Circle of 6

Ever feel uncomfortable when it's dark and you're in a new part of a city — or even campus? Circle of 6 won the White House's Apps Against Abuse challenge. It helps you stay safe by connecting you to six trusted contacts, whenever and wherever. Use the pre-programmed 'come and get me' message with your GPS location, or easily call national and local emergency hotlines in critical situations. It's a fast and discreet way to put your safety first.

Available for free for iOS and Android devices.

Addendum: You don't actually need six people if you want to double up on contacts.

17. Skype

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Video interviews are not going away any time soon — so you might as well get a heads up now. Microsoft's Skype is a reliable way to connect with faraway family and friends via text, voice and — of course — video.

Available for free for iOS and Android devices.

18. LinkedIn

LinkedIn and all its nifty mobile features makes connections a breeze — for better or worse, college is a time of both personal and professional connections.

Available on the web, of course, but also for free for iOS and Android devices.

19. Twitter

Don't be the only person in class who isn't up-to-date with world events. Use Twitter to keep yourself in the loop in both the academic and social aspects of your life. In today's contemporary classrooms, you may even be asked to participate in class discussions via Twitter.

Available for free for iOS and Android devices.

20. Sworkit

There are a lot of things to do in college. Exercising isn't always one of them; especially when there's socializing and studying to be had. Sworkit's greatest asset is its ability to let you choose your exercise time allotment in five-minute increments — starting at, yes, the very low threshold of five minutes. Doable, right?

It also boasts an extensive list of work out routines.

Available for free for iOS and Android devices. Sworkit Pro comes with advanced features and costs $0.99 for iOS and Android.

See also: 10 YouTube Channels That Will Make You Smarter

21. Mint

Club fees. Books. Tuition. Food. College adds up — quickly. Mint is a web and mobile app that helps you keep track of your spending. Plus, it's never too early to start cultivating good credit.

Available for free for iOS and Android devices.

22. Sleep If U Can Alarm

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Come on, you lazy bum — you're paying for these early classes, remember? Nicknamed the 'world's most annoying alarm,' Sleep If U Can gives you two options to silent the alarm: 1) Shake your phone; or 2) Physically go the place shown on your screen (see: the bathroom sink in the video) and take a picture.

Available for $1.99 for iOS and free for Android.

23. Pocket First Aid & CPR

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While it's not the sexiest app to have at your disposable, you never know when it might come in handy. Along with clear and concise CPR instructions, Pocket First Aid and CPR contains 34 videos and 46 high-resolution illustrations.

Available for $1.99 for iOS and Android devices.

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24. Between

Attempting the long-distance relationship course? Kudos — that's no small task. Relationship app Between can help ease the separation anxiety by letting you send messages, voicemails, memos and photos. A private timeline makes it easy to reminisce about the good old days with your significant other(s).

Available for free for iOS and Android devices.

25. TED

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In an environment often congested with bad influences, a heavy dose of genius goes a long way. TED Talks give you instant access to the biggest thought leaders of our time.

Available for free for iOS and Android devices.

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Whether you're taking the first step towards school or passing out of the college, your life can be a total mess including assignments, surprise tests, homework, examinations, attendance and so on. All you do is wake up early, go to school and come back. That becomes your routine cutting out the quality time to spend with your family and friends. How disheartening is that? With such a busy schedule and a massive number of deadlines to fulfill, it becomes quite challenging to keep track of homework or anything that has to be submitted on the next day. In such circumstances, a homework planner or organizer could be reliable to oversee and update you regarding the assignments, homework and other deadlines. Of course, it's a daunting task to look out for a suitable homework planner who can assist you with your regular tasks.

Top 5 Homework Planner Apps for College Students

Because it is a tedious job, we have come up with the best homework planner apps for students that will help them to do their tasks without any hassle:

1. School Planner

School planner is a full-scale homework planner app that is designed mainly to pay attention to students so that they are well focussed about their career. This app has a pile of features ranging from simple features to ones that you can think of. Besides your homework and timetable, school planner app assists you to keep track of your attendance. You can also add your teachers' contacts on the list, combine recorded lectures which could be beneficial during exams and add multiple planners too. Initially, it is a tedious job to use this app as you have to enter all your details in a form. In addition to your details, you must enter your teacher's details, timetable, and other college details. But once that's done, you're good to go! The app also supports backing up all the data that you feed in via Google drive, calendar, etc. This app does not fail to give you weekly reports, give reminders on the day of submission of assignments, attach snapshots to any reminders. Although the school planner offers a lot of features, it has the best performance with a beautiful framework. In case of your research paper you can use Edusson at affordable pricing.

2. Istudiez pro

Istudiez pro is yet another student-friendly homework planner app and probably the oldest app when compared to all of the mentioned apps. Like school planner, this app also offers a wide range of features including grading, attendance and subject wise organization of activities. It is way easier to set up when compared to a school planner. But the prominent feature in studies pro is that it is integrated with Google Calendar which gives you all the details like holidays, exam schedule, daily routine and so on. Not just that, it is also supported in all operating platforms like iOS, Mac, and windows. All the apps sync well and therefore you can operate this homework planner anywhere anytime on your laptop.

3. My study life

The next homework planner app for college students is My Study Life. The best thing about this app is that it has its web app which makes it unique. The web app can sync well(mostly on Android) therefore making your data accessible from any remote location using your device. Make sure that you've got a web browser installed in your device. This is a goal-oriented app and keeps reminding you about how much is completed and how much is left to achieve the goal. In addition to that, the calendar feature keeps track of all the important dates, it could be deadlines or project submission dates. The only con of my study life is that it is quite lengthy to set up. Once it is correctly done, you're all set!

4. ChalkBoard

One of the smartest homework planner app for students is a chalkboard. It is pretty quick regarding its features and subject wise allocation of teachers on the app. When you open it for the first time, it prompts you to fill the name and subjects of all your teachers along with the timetable. Cool, isn't it? Although the setup process is a tedious job, it is entirely reliable and smooth. The amazing part is you don't have to memorize your timetable as you can see the upcoming classes on the home screen. Not just that, you can also find pending assignments and other tasks on the screen making your job way too easy. Features like these make this app stand out when compared to other homework organizer apps and gives you a great overall experience. This homework planner app would have been much more superior if it had a calendar feature in it.

5. Egenda

It's quite easy to set up Egenda when compared to others. All you need to do is, add the subjects and classes that you have. Once that is done, you have the choice of adding any homework, deadline, project or test. The pending tasks can be seen in the form of cards and have to be swiped away once it's completed. The best part about this homework planner app is that it keeps you updated, could be regarding the upcoming assignments, tasks or competitions. This will help you plan ahead and complete the job on time. Unfortunately, the app doesn't have a timetable feature. But in its latest update, you will find a calendar that can assist you in keeping track of dates. Backup option not available in this app, therefore data can't be recovered once you lose it.

Final Words

So these were some of the coolest homework planner apps exclusively for career-oriented students who want their tasks to be completed on time and who do not wish to struggle till the last minute to meet the goal. We genuinely understand your problem and these apps are going to be of great use to you!

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IPv6 Explained

Please note that most of these screen shots are coming from the Cisco Networking Academy's IPv6 Addressing and Subnetting Workbook, 1st edition, pages 1–12. Some of the screen shots I’ve inserted are simply text, because I felt I couldn’t have said some parts of this any better or more succinctly. That workbook was such an amazing resource for me and I hope it helps you too.

First, a short historical story:

From 1973 to 1978, TCPv1-3 were rolled out. IP was apart of TCP until 1978, when they were split, so we then had IPv3 and TCPv3. In 1980, RFC 760 defined IPv4, thought it wasn’t defined as we know it today until a year later. Currently you can find that under RFC 791 through 793. Then:

Ipv5 was an experiment in 1990 never released to the public. In 1992 hosts (the people using the internet) were over a million in number and we were running out of addresses to give them so they’d all be identified uniquely. Something had to be done! First introduced as “IP Next Generation” and defined in RFC 1883, IPv6 swept onto the scene in 1995. For reference, so far every 3 years the number of people using the internet has gone up times 10%, but true to exponential fashion, by 1997, the number jumped times 19%. By 1998, IPv6 had been fully developed and it’s current definition can be read in RFC 2460.

Version 4 and 6 work in much the same way but there are many more possible version 6 assignments. They both have multicast and loop back addresses. IPv6 can translate and transition a host from IPv4 using what’s called an IPv4 Embedded Address. The low order 32-bits of the IPv6 address have the IPv4 in them. So a user may be using IPv6 already and not know it because the internet protocols do all the translation for them!

Here is more information from the workbook that helped me a lot when I was first introduced to IPv6:

IPv6 can use the following routing protocols:

RIPng (RIP New Generation) - This routing protocol uses “hop” counts to determine how to route a packet. A hop is like a jump to a device. So if my packet went from the server to a router to a tablet, it “hopped” twice. As the packet “hops” it’s hop count will go down. If a packet runs out of hops, it will get dropped. RIPng updates every 30 seconds and uses UDP to route. It’s multicast address is FF02::9.

OSPFv3 – Open Shortest Path First was made to replace RIP. It’s classless, link-state routing, supports VLSMs, and works off a hierarchical domain segregated into areas. We talked about this a lot last discussion, with the Border Routers, the backup border routers, “cost” being numerically assigned to routes to decide paths for packets, etc.

EIGRP – Enhanced Interior Gateway Routing Protocol, an improvement on IGRP, and is classless, so it supports VLSMs. This protocol uses some distance vectors and some link-state components to route. It automatically “summarizes” a boundary, though that can be turned off. EIGRP has neighbor tables, topology tables, routing tables, and each routed protocol gets each of those three for itself! This way, all the routers can keep track of all the routes. EIGRP can handle lots of different kinds of protocols, including IPX and AppleTalk.

IS-IS - This was made for the OSI suite to route connectionless network protocol data. It works sort of like OSPF, in that it has domains and areas, but how it sets up the routing between them all is a bit different. It’s got the areas connecting to a “backbone” of routers, and all routers in the network have a level assigned to them. “OSI defines Level 1, Level 2, and Level 3 routing. Level 1 (L1) ISs (routers) communicate with other L1 ISs in the same area. Level 2 (L2) ISs route between L1 areas and form a contiguous routing backbone. L1 ISs only need to know how to get to the nearest L2 IS. Level 3 routing occurs between domains.” (Camput Network Design Fundamentals, 2017.)

MP-BGP4 (multiprotocol BGP-4) - This protocol uses path vectors, based off of a sort of hop count called “Autonomous System” or AS number to route addresses. It’s the exterior routing protocol, EGP, for the internet! You can use it inside your network if you wish as well, but anything leaving your domain will use this out in the wilds. BGP uses TCP to find its “peers”, which are the same as “neighbors”. It also supports VLSMs and CIDR addressing.

Like IPv6, IPv4 can also use EIGRP, OSPF, IS-IS, and BGP4, but uses RIPv1 or 2, and IGRP as well.

There are a few different types of IPv6 addresses: global unicast, uniquely local, and link-local IPv6 addresses. To explain them, let’s define these terms with their examples.

Global unicast: these addresses are only for ports or a public address. So a website can have one. They are made up of two parts: the subnet ID and the interface ID. The subnet ID is going to have the site prefix in it, along with, obviously, any subnet identification from that site. The Interface ID will be the interface MAC address. These addresses can time out.

Uniquely local: As the name implies, these addresses aren’t meant to leave their domain. They’re internal addresses. You make one by adding a random 40-bit hexadecimal string to the end of “FD00::/8”. It’s got a subnet and interface ID the same way a global IPv6 does.

Link-local: These never time out. This is used to single-link actions, like discovering a neighbor, or automatically configuring an address. If IPv6 is enabled for an interface, it’ll have a link-local address. Like the uniquely local addresses, they can’t leave the domain.

One more important thing you'll need to know: How to compress and shorten IPv6 addresses. There are only two rules to keep in mind when condensing IPv6 addresses.

Rule 1: you don't have to write “leading zeroes" in each hextet. So a hextet that’s :0065: could just be written as :65:

Rule 2: you may choose one group on zeroes to be written as double colons “::”. Pick the largest string of zeroes to do this to.

Here are some examples:

Need some videos to help you through? Try these:

https://www.purevpn.com/blog/what-is-ipv6-address-scty/

https://whatismyipaddress.com/ip-v6

https://www.pcworld.com/article/257037/ipv6_five_things_you_should_know.html

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