Hotel Metropol and Mayo Avenue in Buenos Aires, Argentina

Argentinian vintage postcard, mailed in 1903 to the Château Guy in Le Cellier, Brittany region of France

Avenida de Mayo in Buenos Aires In 1920/Avenida de Mayo, Buenos Aires, Argentina: May Avenue is an avenue in Buenos Aires, capital of Argentina. It connects the Plaza de Mayo with Congressional Plaza, and extends 1.5 km in a west–east direction before merging into Rivadavia Avenue. Wikipedia

On 6th October 1938 the Maia flying boat took off from the River Tay with the Mercury seaplane on its shoulders, it flew 6,045 miles to South Africa creating the record for the longest seaplane flight.

After getting about six miles outside Dundee, between the city and Forfar, the planes separated and the Mercury headed towards Africa. It touched down on the River Orange, setting the then seaplane distance record.

Mercury and Maia were a composite aircraft, one aircraft fixed to the top of the other, very much like the 747/Space Shuttle combination which was used to move the shuttle around America.

In this case it was two seaplanes - both aircraft took off and the object of that exercise of carrying one piggyback was to reduce fuel consumption and therefore leave the maximum amount of fuel available to the smaller aircraft (the Mercury) which would separate from the large mothership below (the Maia). The captain of the Mercury, Don Bennett, had feared that he was running low on fuel about halfway through his journey but managed to push on and descended through a cloud of flamingos.

The second pic is a street sign near Dundee Airport commemorating the event, it reads.....

: "Mayo Avenue The street names at Dundee Airport commemorate the World Record for the longest uninterrupted flight by a seaplane. At noon on 6 October 1938 an Empire Flying boat called "Maia" took off from the River Tay carrying a smaller seaplane called "Mercury" on its back. This piggy-back method of launching long distance aircraft was called the "Mayo Composite" after Major Robert Mayo of Imperial Airways who devised the technique. The two planes separated over Dundee Law and Captain Donald C.T. Bennett (later to be founder of the Pathfinder bomber force) and his co-pilot Ian Harvey, proceeded to fly 6,045 miles in Mercury in 42 hours 26 minutes. The finishing point was the estuary of the Orange River at Alexander Bay in South Africa, as the aircraft had insufficient fuel to reach its intended destination of Capetown due to adverse weather on route. "

energy Catherine Middleton 10 December

oracle of energies:

Currently Catherine is surrounded by her close family. She wants to heal from certain emotional wounds. She is aware of certain avenues of reflection against MEGHAN and Harry from a king of denarius (Charles or William)

She's thinking of going on vacation away from problems (I won't be surprised if she goes away in the sun)

She is aware that people are trying to attack her social status because she is associated with abundance.

Akashic tarot: There is an end to the karmic journey in terms of health for Catherine. interesting William and Catherine feel trapped, I explain I feel that they especially want William to fight with Harry but he can't (not the way he wants) Sometimes Catherine, dreams of knowing if she had not chosen this royal path would she be happy too? She relies heavily on her family to help her get through it all. She is very tired of these attacks, she never knows when all this will end == anxiety She recharges her batteries through her own spirituality (I had already made the remark in my readings) she is very focused on these losses, on these doubts, these fears and her attacks.

Surprising that the cards of dead spirits come to speak of his alliance with the universe. His guides remind him to focus on the positive but also on his royal destiny. I don't know who she evokes but she evokes a dead person to guide her. She tries to concentrate on her work. We're still talking about travel.

GOLDEN TAROT ;

there are very intrusive thoughts, there is a decision to take some rest. To see more clearly in your mental health. There is a king of swords who fights against a woman of swords (william or charles) someone has made the decision to create financial and emotional losses. interesting Catherine comes in Empress major arcana.. she is in a juggler's energy = finding solutions, answers, hoping to obtain results linked to the 10 denier = heritage of the royal family. With the King of Fortune card, there is a yes for a stagnant situation. this situation is resolved. She will take care of herself.

start of the year 2024 for catherine. watch out for mental problems for Catherine. she will accept help from someone, she is in her throne as empress. We have the world map, a new cycle with this new year!!! She hopes that things will go well for the year 2024. There is a dynamic between her and a king of denarius (william or catherine) I see announcements or decisions made that are very upsetting because I have the tower then the judgment card then we talk about emotional loss, failure, financial loss we talk about isolation.

This part is not very clear

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Fanboys

chapter 2: making friends

summary: follow y/n through her first day of the quarter!

word count: 1932

a/n: hehe I was very happy to make this chapter! I hope you enjoy! comment on the masterlist, send me a message or comment on this post to be added to the taglist!

When y/n’s alarm woke her up for the first day of Fall Quarter, she could already smell something heavenly cooking in the kitchen. As she dragged herself out of bed, she noticed it felt more like floating than dragging. Maybe this is why cartoon characters hover when they smell good food, she thought to herself, and she picked out her fit for the day.

Y/n figured that nothing could go wrong with lavender Nikes, an oversized lavender tank top tucked into pale gray sweats and a cute half up half down hairstyle with a scrunchy. She completed her look with a simple silver chain and matching hoop earrings, and of course she laid her edges, gelled her brows, and used some highlighter, opting to wait on lipgloss until she’d eaten breakfast.

She heard a knock on her door, and Nobara’s voice followed. “Y/n! Want to try my famous breakfast sandwich?” Before y/n could answer, Nobara opened the door, gasping. She eyed y/n up and down, then said, “I think I’m going to steal your style, because how have I never thought of pastels before?!”

Y/n felt her face heat up and she laughed. “If you can fit my clothes, feel free to borrow them whenever you want! But what’s this about a famous breakfast sandwich?”

Nobara blushed. “Actually, it’s not really mine. It’s our friend Toge’s recipe, but I stole it because it’s really good. But come try it!” She leaned forward and grabbed y/n’s wrist, dragging her out of her room and over to the kitchen counter, where Maki was already seated and chowing down, and two plated sandwiches were waiting to be devoured. Nobara sat in the middle seat, and turned to y/n. “Okay, get this. So, for starters, you toast these sourdough bread rounds, right? Then, you put mayo on each bread slice. Then, you put a piece of this super melty cheese on one of the slices. Then you make an egg over easy, so there’s still runny yolk in it, and add that. Finally, you put your lunch meat in the pan just to heat it up a smidge and put that on top, put your other slice of bread on top, and squish the egg so the yolk drips onto your plate and acts as a dipping sauce. I added seasonings to ours, but I didn’t know what you wanted on yours, so I left it plain and figured you’d tell me what you wanted next time. Now take a bite!” Nobara exclaimed, and y/n couldn’t help but see her as an excited golden retriever waiting to be called a good dog.

Y/n bit into it, and it tasted… “Good,” She said, “Way better than any Starbucks sandwich I’ve ever had. Thanks for making me food.”

Nobara beamed. “I like cooking, but I like eating Toge’s cooking more than anything. He’s just a genius at that stuff!” She sighed, seemingly day dreaming. I wonder if she likes that guy, y/n mused. Whoever he was.

In the middle of her morning class – a college success class – y/n’s phone dinged, and she mentally cursed herself for not turning it on silent beforehand. The few heads that swiveled in the sea of students quickly refocused their attention on the professor when he cleared his throat, and y/n mouthed a ‘sorry’ as she silenced it. Who was texting her this early?

When she checked, she noticed the name “tHe GwOrLz ChAt” in her text messages. That’s new, she thought to herself, and when she opened her phone, she hid a smile. It was her roommates.

Somehow, y/n couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous when the other students in her class started gathering their things. She felt butterflies in her stomach, her hands felt shaky, and she felt self-conscious, as if everyone in the room was watching her. Sure, maybe one or two students looked her way, but she wasn’t that famous. Not Lil Nas X famous, not even Em Beihold famous. She was more like… Avenue Beat famous, where she popped off with one song, and then got a steady enough following from that to be alright if she never went viral again.

Were these feelings first day jitters? Hardly. She knew what it really was. She wanted Nobara and Maki’s friends to like her, and if they didn’t? She stood the chance of losing her two new friends, and if their friends only saw y/n for her internet fame? She’d end up distancing herself and lose out on opportunities to spend time with the girls, because that’s what drove her out of her hometown in the first place.

As she made her way down the stairs, her shoes sounded like bricks on the floor to her ears, thudding almost as loud as her heart in her chest. She was so focused on her nerves, staring at her feet all the while, that she almost toppled over when she crashed into someone at the door of the classroom.

“O-oh!” Her voice cracked, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked the guy, and thanked her lucky stars she’d finished her sentence before seeing his face, because… wow.

Long, jet-black hair, melty dark chocolate colored eyes, and a handsome smile to match, along with a completely unfazed demeanor. When he smiled at y/n, she experienced a blank mind for the first time in her life. “I’m perfectly fine. Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and opened them back up, confirming for herself that what she was experiencing was real and that she was, in fact, okay. “No, yea! I’m all good. Just wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry again.”

He smiled at her again, and this time, she noticed crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Somehow, a normal human feature for literally everyone was only sexy on him. “You’re okay,” he said. “See you around.” And walked away. He’s fine as fuck, y/n thought as she stood there, under a spell.

When he was out of sight, she finally remembered she was supposed to meet up with her friends. She hurried down the hall and out of the building, heading straight to the cafeteria, knowing she’d either spot them outside, or they’d spot her first.

“Y/n!” She heard her name being called, and turned to the right to see her two friends, and a group of guys — all ridiculously hot guys. She recognized each of them based on their descriptions. Yuta had his arm thrown around Maki’s neck and was giving her heart eyes, Toge was sitting next to them eating something, Nobara and Megumi were sitting next to each other sullenly, and Yuuji and Gojo were standing behind them, running around and laughing. From where y/n was standing, it looked like Gojo and Yuuji were the cause of Nobara and Megumi’s soured moods. Maki was waving to her, and Nobara looked up and over to y/n, her scowl being replaced with a smile of relief.

Y/n jogged over to all of them, and said, “Hey, guys! Where should I sit?”

“Oh! Sit right–”

“You can sit next to me, cutie. You know, I really like your music, but I’ve never gotten a tweet back. It breaks my heart, honestly.” Gojo cut Nobara off, tugging y/n by the wrist to sit down right next to him. As soon as y/n had come over, he’d quit his fooling around and had peered at her over his sunglasses, but she’d been too focused on the group as a whole to pay it mind – normally it would’ve left her flustered, but right then, all she was worried about was not making the entire group hate her.

“Oh, really?” Y/n asked him, “I see a lot of tweets from people, so I’m not super great about responding to fans on that account. Maybe uh, maybe I could retweet you?”

He pouted his lower lip. “Not even a follow back? After all I’ve done for you?”

Nobara cuts in. “All you’ve done for her is obsessively like and retweet all of her stuff and then invade her space bubble without introducing yourself, like the heathen you are.”

Gojo scoffed. “That’s called being a true fan. And anyways, I was about to tell you that my name is Gojo Satoru, but you can just call me Satoru. Am I allowed to call you by your real name, or do I have to call you Emile?”

Y/n felt Nobara’s glare and remembered what Nobara said. Never call him Satoru. “You can call me y/n, I’d rather that less people connected my face to my stage name.”

The pink haired boy sat down on y/n’s other side and said, “I’m Yuuji. I always wanted to know, what inspired you to start making music?” When y/n looked into his soft brown eyes, he looked like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

She laughed as she said, “Well, that’s a long story, but music’s always been there for me, and I’ve always connected with it emotionally.”

Yuuji’s face looked like it was buffering as he processed what she said. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but I think I understand half of it?”

Nobara rolled her eyes and chided him. “Then why did you ask her a complicated question if you weren’t gonna understand the complicated answer?”

Megumi said, “You’re expecting too much, Nobara.” His face softened a bit as he said, “I’m Megumi, by the way.” Y/n nodded at him, taking in his words at the same time that she took in his eyes being a deep, dark blue. They looked beautiful.

“And I’m Yuta! I hope we can become good friends.” Yuta said, planting a kiss on Maki’s cheek. “It’s what Maki wants, so it’s what I want, too.”

Maki furrowed her brows and lightly shoved him away. “Don’t say it like that! It sounds like you only care because I do.”

Yuta’s face reflected confusion. “What? I’m just saying that anything that matters to you matters equally to me. That’s not a crime!”

Y/n hid a smile. She knew what he meant, but it was sweet of Maki to worry about her feelings. “I think it’s nice, to have someone who values the same things as you.” She glanced over at the only person who hadn’t introduced himself yet, and her heart skipped a beat. It must be Toge.

He appears to perk up when their eyes meet. “I’m Toge. Nice to meet you.”

Y/n could feel in her bones that she would not be able to address them individually, so she said, “It’s nice to meet all of you, too.” She spotted that beautiful, raven-haired man from earlier heading through the cafeteria doors, and decided that was her cue to get up and grab food from the cafeteria. “I’m hungry. I’ll be back in a few!”

Everybody said their goodbyes, and when y/n entered the cafeteria, she gave a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she made it through that without embarrassing herself, especially after her mishap in her morning class. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see her gorgeous classmate, but she was not disappointed at the smell of seasoned food cooking in the kitchens. As she stepped into line and grabbed a tray, only one thought was on her mind:

This year is going to be very interesting.

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Food Log 25/03/2024

Breakfast: 0 cals

Lunch: 820 cals

-Tuna mayo jacket potato

-Flake bar

-Snickers bar

-Salted popcorn

Dinner: ?

-1/2 8 inch margherita pizza

-handful of nachos with salsa

-mini cookie dough and scoop of ice cream

Exercise: 125 cals

Water: 2,000ml

Total cals: 1,500 cals?

Taken a different approach as I am STILL maintaining and I’m fairly certain it’s a mix of a slowed metabolism and severe constipation- so today I threw out the OMAD, had the damn chocolate, and let myself have whatever I wanted. Call it a binge, or a metabolism day, whatever. Was it a mistake? Probably. But I’ve tried every other avenue and have nothing left to lose at this point. Resolved that I may well be buying over the counter laxatives tomorrow, as clearly NOTHING else is working and I’ve tried every healthy option in the book. Whatever. I made this account to be accountable, so I won’t lie about my day today, it was what it was.

Hello, swagat hai aapka meri vulnerabilities ke andar

Welcome to another edition of Grunts and Gratitudes where we learn together that things are only ever as bad as we make them out to be and by finding the serenity and our chaos, we may truly find happiness in our being.

Today Let's talk about a Grunt that has been bothering me for years:

Every morning, I wake up to the unwelcome embrace of Sacroiliitis, a chronic condition that plagues my days with relentless back pain. Sacroiliitis, characterized by inflammation in the sacroiliac joints, turns even the simplest tasks into monumental challenges. It's like having an uninvited guest that overstays its welcome.

The pain manifests itself in various forms throughout the day, each sensation a reminder of the constant battle raging within my body. It starts as a dull ache in the lower back, gradually intensifying with each step I take. It's as if every movement sends shockwaves of discomfort rippling through my spine, a constant reminder of the burden I bear.

Even simple activities like bending down to tie my shoes or reaching for a high shelf become difficult feats, each movement accompanied by a sharp twinge of pain. It's like trying to navigate through a minefield, with each step fraught with the risk of triggering a flare-up that leaves me incapacitated for hours on end.

Despite my best efforts to push through, the pain relentlessly wears me down, sapping my energy and leaving me feeling defeated. It's a constant companion, a shadow that follows me wherever I go, casting a cloud of smoke  over even the brightest moments of my day.

But amidst the darkness, there are glimmers of hope – moments of respite when the pain momentarily recedes into the background. It's during these fleeting moments that I find the strength to soldier on, knowing that even in the midst of adversity, there is still light to be found.

Yes, despite the challenges that Sacroiliitis presents, I refuse to let it define me. I am more than just my pain, more than just the sum of my struggles. I am a fighter, a warrior who refuses to be defeated by the relentless ache that courses through my body.

So I rise each day with determination in my heart, ready to face whatever challenges come my way. And though the road may be long and fraught with obstacles, I take solace in the knowledge that with each step forward, I grow stronger, more resilient, and more capable of overcoming whatever life throws at me.

If you or someone you know is grappling with Sacroiliitis, remember that help is within reach. Whether it's seeking advice from healthcare professionals, exploring physical therapy options, or connecting with others who share similar experiences, there are avenues to alleviate the burden of this chronic condition. To learn more about managing Sacroiliitis and finding relief, I encourage you to explore reputable sources such as Cleveland Clinic and Mayo Clinic. 

Remember to take proactive steps in managing your health, whether it's staying consistent with medication, incorporating gentle exercises into your routine, or seeking support from loved ones. Together, let's empower ourselves to face each day with courage and resilience, knowing that even amidst the pain, there is hope for a brighter tomorrow. Until next time, stay grateful.

Drawing on the death energy of all the hostages has caused Neferet to literally physically change. Let's do some quick math, and then start asking questions.

Before Neferet returned to the Mayo, she stopped at the Boston Avenue Church, where she slaughtered the entire congregation. We've been told that there were several hundred people killed in this massacre. Neferet absorbed all that death energy.

Maybe one or two days later, Neferet killed more than sixty people, mostly hostages used to create the protective curtain of Darkness around the Mayo. She absorbed all of that death energy, too.

Now, per my calculations in this post, there's about 80 hostages left in the Mayo. Killing these hostages and absorbing their death energy is so powerful that it has caused Neferet to obviously, physically transform. This change is really only implied in the above description; it's made more clear as the scene progresses.

Question: Is the physical changes caused by absorbing death energy a cumulative effect over time? If so, why haven't we seen this really hinted at before? If not, that must mean that Neferet is changing because she absorbed so much death at once - except that doesn't make sense, given that she didn't change after the Boston Avenue massacre.

Books I Read in 2023

Wilde Child By Eloisa James (Romance)

Looking for Me…in this Great Big Family By Betsy R. Rosenthal (Middle Grade Verse)

My Last Duchess By Eloisa James (Romance)

Wilde in Love By Eloisa James (Romance)

Our Souls at Night By Kent Haruf (Fiction)

Too Wilde Too Wed By Eloisa James (Romance)

Nick and Charlie By Alice Oseman (YA Novella)

Born to Be Wilde By Eloisa James (Romance)

The Woman in the Purple Skirt By Nasuko Imamura (Fiction)

Say No to the Duke By Eloisa James (Romance)

Crumbs By Dance Stirling (Graphic Novel)

The Reluctant Countess By Eloisa James (Romance)

Demon in the Wood By Leigh Bardugo & Dani Pendergast (Graphic Novel)

Write for Your Life By Anna Quindlen (Non-Fiction)

Let There By Laughter By Michael Krasny (Humor)

Mary’s Monster: Love, Madness, and How Mary Shelley Created Frankenstein By Lita Judge (Biography in Verse and Pictures)

Soft Thorns By Bridgett Devoue (Poetry)

Wolfed: Cursed By Love: Book One By Leia Stone (Urban Fantasy Romance)

Constantine: Distorted Illusions By Kami Garcia & Isaac Goodhart (Graphic Novel)

A Life Force By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Dropsie Avenue By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Love & Other Words By Christina Lauren (Romance)

The World Keeps Ending and the World Goes On By Franny Choi (Poetry)

The Valentine’s Hate By Sidney Halston (Romance)

Fagin the Jew By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

Autoboyography By Christina Lauren (YA)

You Are Here By Dawn Lanuza (Poetry)

Wolfed: Book Two: Promised to Him By Leia Stone (Urban Fantasy Romance)

New York: The Big City By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

To the Heart of the Storm By Will Eisner (Graphic Novel)

The Outsiders By S.E. Hinton (Classic YA) [Re-read]

True Beauty By Yaongyi (Graphic Novel)

The 13 Clocks By James Thurber (Verse and Pictures)

Chasing Cassandra By Lisa Kleypas (Romance)

Banned Book Club By Kim Hyun Sook, Ko Hyung-Ju, and Ryan Estrada (Graphic Novel)

Coven By Jennifer Dugan (Graphic Novel)

Exes & O’s By Amy Lea (Romance)

2 Am Thoughts By Mackenzie Campbell (Poetry)

My Greenhouse By Bella Mayo (Poetry)

Unterhaken By Leela Corman (Graphic Novel)

Morning Haikus By Carin Weisman Crook (Poetry)

HER: Volume 3 By Pierre Alex Jeanty (Poetry)

These Are My Big Girl Pants By Amber Vittoria (Poetry)

When in Rome By Sarah Adams (Romance)

Mr. Wrong Number By Lynn Painter (Romance)

Hollow By Brandon Boyer-White & Shannon Waters (Graphic Novel)

Set on You By Amy Lea (Romance)

The Sun & the Star By Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro (Middle Grade)

Practice Makes Perfect By Sarah Adams (Romance)

Haikus for Jews By David M. Bader (Poetry) [Re-read]

LVOE By Atticus (Poetry)

Schwartz’s Hebrew Delicatessen: The Story By Bill Brownstein (Non-Fiction)

Spy X Family Vol. 1 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

My Hero Academia Vol. 1 By Kohei Horikoshi (Manga)

Imogen, Obviously By Becky Albertalli (YA)

Spy X Family Vol. 2 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 3 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

True Love Experiment By Christina Lauren (Romance)

A beautiful composition of broken By r.h. Sin (poetry)

Spy X Family Vol. 4 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 5 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

All About Me! My Remarkable Life in Show Business By Mel Brooks (Memoir)

Whiskey words & a shovel By r.h. Sin (Poetry)

Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself By Alan Alda (Memoir)

Spy X Family Vol. 6 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

The Unhoneymooners By Christina Lauren (Romance)

The Soulmate Equation By Christina Lauren (Romance)

M*A*S*H: A Novel About Three Army Doctors By Richard Hooker (Fiction)

Mixed Blessings By William & Barbara Christopher (Memoir)

Never Have Your Dog Stuffed and Other Things I’ve Learned By Alan Alda (Memoir)

Red, White, & Royal Blue By Casey McQuiston (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 7 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

SOTUS Vol. 1 By Bittersweet (Manga)

SOTUS Vol. 2 By Bittersweet (Manga)

While the Duke Was Sleeping By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Beach Read By Emily Henry (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 8 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Spy X Family Vol. 9 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

The Scandal of it All By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Not That Duke By Eloisa James (Romance)

Unorthodox Love By Heidi Shertok (Romance)

The Duke Buys a Bride By  Sophie Jordan (Romance)

This Scot of Mine By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

Kissing Kosher By Jean Meltzer (Romance)

The Duke’s Stolen Bride By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

My Roommate is a Vampire By Jenna Levine (Romance)

The Virgin and the Rogue By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

The Duke Effect By Sophie Jordan (Romance)

SOTUS Vol. 3 By Bittersweet (Manga)

Percy Jackson: Chalice of the Gods By Rick Riordan (Middle Grade)

Tiny Dancer By Siena Cherson Siegel (Graphic Novel)

Zatanna: The Jewel of Gravesend By Alys Arden (Graphic Novel)

Everything I Know About Love I Learned from Romance Novels By Sarah Wendell (Non-Fiction)

The Roommate Pat By Allison Ashley (Romance)

Spy X Family Vol. 10 By Tatsuya Endo (Manga)

Two Rogues Make a Right By Cat Sebastian (Romance)

The Things They Carried By Tim O’Brien (Fiction)

Count Your Lucky Stars By Alexandria Bellefleur (Romance)

The Bromance Book Club By Lyssa Kay Adams (Romance)

Mockingjay By Suzanne Collins (YA)

The Official Quotable Doctor Who: Wise Words from Across Space & Time By Cavan Scott and Mark Wright (Quote Book)

God Plays Hide and Seek Poems By Greta Elbogen (Poetry)

Women Holding Things By Maira Kalman (Poetry/Verse/Photos)

The Little Liar By Mitch Albom (Fiction)

Love Brought Me Through the Holocaust: A Daughter’s Memories By Judith Koeppel Steel (Non-Fiction)

Himawari House By Harmony Becker (Graphic Novel)

Undercover Bromance By Lyssa Kay Adams (Romance)

Unordinary By uru-chan (Graphic Novel)

Son of : A Gripping Account of Terror, Betrayal, Political Intrigue, and Unthinkable Choices By Most Hassan Yousef (Memoir)

Love & Latkes By Stacey Agdern (Romance)

Twelve Tribes: Promise and Peril in New Israel By Ethan Michaeli (Non-Fiction)

Never on Shabbas! By Henry Leonard (Political Cartoons)

The Little Guide to Taylor Swift: Words to Shake It Off (Quote Book)

This Winter By Alice Oseman (Novella)

Heartstopper Volume 5 By Alice Oseman (Graphic Novel)

Israel: A Simple Guide to the Most Misunderstood Country on Earth By Noa Tishby (Non-Fiction)

Counting the Cost By Jill Duggar (Memoir)

How to Educate a Citizen: The Power of Shared Knowledge to Unify a Nation BY E.D. Hirsch Jr. (Non-Fiction)

Two Tribes By Emily Bowen Cohen (Middle Grade Graphic Novel)

Foster By Claire Keegan (Novella)

Michael Kohlhof’s family says he contracted typhus from a flea bite, which led to him losing his hands and parts of his feet

A single flea bite has caused a Houston man to contract a serious disease that led to the amputation of both of his hands, and parts of his feet.

Michael Kohlhof, a handyman and pet-sitter, was in San Antonio helping his mother recuperate from a surgery when he woke up with numbness in his feet.

“We thought it was the flu,” his mother, J’Leene Hardaway, explains in a GoFundMe set up to help pay for her son’s expenses. 

Once at the hospital, Kohlhof’s condition quickly deteriorated: The 35-year-old man went into septic shock, and by the next day, was on a ventilator, dialysis, antibiotics, beta-blockers, and more medications as his mother writes “his organs were failing.”

"He almost died once or twice," his brother Greg Kohlhof told KEN5 news. "They were worried about him being brain dead."

The culprit: Typhus, a disease caused by a bacteria carried by infected fleas. Symptoms include fever and chills, body aches and muscle pain, loss of appetite, and vomiting, according to the CDC.

And although the CDC says “flea-borne typhus is a rare disease in the United States,” it does say it’s found in Hawaii, California, and Texas, and that “untreated [typhus] can cause severe illness and damage to one or more organs, including the liver, kidneys, heart, lungs, and brain.”

Hardaway explains that her son was “the victim of a severe and traumatic bite from one single flea — with unimaginable consequences. His hands and feet had dry gangrene,” which the Mayo Clinic describes as the “death of body tissue.”

Doctors amputated both of Kohlhof’s hands “up to his forearms,” his mother writes.

He’s already lost his toes and parts of his feet. “As of now, we do not know how much of his feet are salvageable,” Hardaway adds about her son, whom she says was also an avid volunteer at community gardens and festivals.

"Me and him talked about it. It's not your hands that do all these great things. It's your mind," Greg told KEN5 News. "You'll just have to find a new avenue to exercise it."

His brother also said that Kohlhof wants people to be aware of what he’s going through so they can protect themselves. 

"I think he also wants people to know this kind of stuff is out there. There are fleas, there are diseases, but just be cautious, be aware, don't be afraid to live your life.”

His partner, Alishpa Masood, told KHOU11 that “he has gone beyond our expectations as far as strength and bravery. He has a really positive outlook that we’re all really proud of.”

And Kohlhof’s family is stressing the importance of seeking medical care. “If it were 48 hours later,” Masood said, “he would have not made it.”

El 16 de Septiembre de 1925, en Itta Bena, Misisipi, EEUU, nacía el "Rey del Blues" y uno de los mas grandes guitarristas de la historia, ese día llegaba al mundo B.B.King. Nacido con el nombre de Riley B. King en una cabaña dentro de una plantación de algodón, cuando "Riley" tenía 5 años su padre abandonó el hogar, como Nora Ella Farr, su madre, no tenía medios para criarlo lo entregó a su abuela Elnora Farr, quien lo introdujo en el coro gospel de la iglesia de Kilmichael. A los 12 años se compró su primera guitarra, en 1943, abandonó Kilmichael para trabajar como conductor de tractores y tocar la guitarra con Famous St. John's Quartet, tocando en iglesias y en la estación de radio WGRM de Greenwood. Su tío, Bukka White, lo llevó a Memphis en 1946 para que se mezclara con los grandes del Blues, allí King tocó en radio KWEM, en Sixteenth Avenue Grill y en la mítica radio WDIA, donde lo bautizaron Blues Boy King el definitivo B.B.King. Su carrera formal comenzó en 1947 al firmar contrato con RPM Records en Los Angeles con Sam Phillips como productor, para la década del '50 ya era el mejor representante del "Rhythm and Blues". En 1962 firma para ABC-Paramount Records, para quienes graba el legendario disco "Live at the Regal" en el Regal Theater de Chicago, Illinois, en 1969 fue reconocido por el público joven cuando acompaño a los Rolling Stones en su "Tour América". En una actuación en Arkansas, se produjo un incendio provocado por dos hombres que peleaban por una misma mujer llamada Lucille, King casi pierde la vida intentando recuperar su guitarra, desde ese día la bautizó con el nombre de Lucille. A partir de 1980 B.B.King fue apartándose de los estudios para subirse a mas escenarios, realizando giras mundiales y multitudinarias, venerado en todos los países que visitaba, solía compartir escenario con figuras locales del Rock & Roll. Mas de 30 discos y cientos de temas de antología lo llevaron a entrar en el Salón de la Fama del Rock and Roll en 1987. Estando aún en actividad la muerte lo encontró el 14 de Mayo de 2015.

The Pains of Sleeplessness

The following is a radio play I wrote for my RADIO DRAMA class in 2010. I wrote it as I was reading Dracula by Bram Stoker for the first time. It was meant to satirize Bram Stoker. I believe??? I literally haven’t read it since I wrote it. Is it good? I have no idea. Should anyone read it? Again, I have no idea. Why the heckin’ hey am I posting it, then?!! Because it’s been on my to-do list since summer since I started rereading Dracula b cos of Dracula Daily. ANNDDDD I wanted a few months ago, to contribute to the art and hoopla and fun of Dracula Daily, and this was/is still the best I’ve got?!????  I just gotta check it off my to-do list OKAY!!??!??! What is love, what is life, baby don’t hurt me!!!!!

ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER ADO (IF YOU ARE STILL READING THIS FAR GOD AND MINA NEE MURRAY HARKER BLESS YOU)

THE PAINS OF SLEEPLESSNESS

BY: MAYO CMEK, 2010

NARRATOR: It was midnight, and I had been walking, sleep-walking in a dreamy spot of haze. It was a shivery night under a full moon and a spot of immaculate, white, snow fall. I had just left the ‘Hairy Monk’ - a pub- although as I am not much fond of the drink, I had only one for myself. Make no mistake, the drink has had no effect upon these truthful accounts of which I am about to report to you. They are facts, and those of only the most gravest kind... [ominous pause] After meeting there with my childhood friend and long-time confidant Nick, I was making my silent way home through a dreary and patchy street of Brooklyn, New York. Washington Irving Avenue, I should think was the name of it, although under the brash hands of certain administration I have been made to understand that for “security purposes”, these locations and names must be altered to protect the privacy of the innocent individuals I chanced across. [cough slightly, as if unapproving] This paltry deed I shall do, and we shall instead refer to Washington Irving Avenue as ... Undead Avenue, which is more than appropriate and less than coincidence, as I shall hope to prove to you in time. And these individuals upon which I less than fortunately overheard are not quite the innocent that they may seem to be... [ominous pause, again.] A sound that most greatly resembled a vicious pounding of some plastic bag by the very mad and the very doomed, startled me from my dream-walking, and I looked up into a lit window and saw the waxen face of a brown, spiky haired young lady. Her hair was in utter disarray and she was standing by the open window. Why the window was open during this cold spell I am at a loss to answer, but perhaps, the ladies inside this room could not feel the harsh winds licking at their white skin, the way the rest of us with the lifeblood in our veins and beating hearts can... [another ominous pause.] BUNNY: Jump in bed, cover my head, Santa Claus is coming tonight. [speaks as if to herself, in a bored voice. Sound of hard body colliding with plastic wrapping that encases a newly purchased bed.] Night, Chinny. NARRATOR: I stopped to listen. Her tinkling voice, soaked in the most sorrowful of tragedies, appeased me as it was carried out the window on the crystalised, angelic Tears of God, each crafted in its own individual shape and harmony. Ah, snow, how it soothes me now to even write of your melodic spiraling. But, to the story, I must not stray. [pause.] It was also that name she mentioned: Santa Claus. It sounded familiar to me - perhaps a business associate, I thought at the time. Oh, if only I knew how sorely wrong I was, and how sorely I would pay for this pit-stopping, as they say in the States, from my good-hearted, Christian way. CHINCHILLA: A good night for you, sure. [plastic moves.] And Santa Claus isn’t even coming tonight what are you talking about. BUNNY: I’m only kidding. CHINCHILLA: He’s coming in six nights though I’m so excited! Bat brought me an early present home last night. I can’t waaaaait to play with him! WAIT. I’m going to go right now. BUNNY: What did you name him? CHINCHILLA: [throughout this speech, we hear BUNNY continously adjusting herself on the plastic.] Well, he already has a name, it said so on his tag on the crate, but I don’t really care. I don’t think we should limit him to just his name on the box, you know? He might have really special powers but we’ll see in a few days I guess. Since I can’t even see him during the day, ever. It’s like... I kind of think his name should be Robert, like after the hottest vampire in the world. [she huffs] I really wish we had HBO and True Blood. SANTA HELP ME AHHHHH. [hear her footsteps run out of the room] NARRATOR: Some people say we do enter freely upon these things, and of our own will, but at this point I was bewitched as if under some supernatural spell. Despite my good-headed nature and shivering fear at the brown-spiky-haired woman’s use of the word ‘vampire’, I could not take a step. The sound of the plastic - assumedly wrapped around the tender girl’s mattress, delivered freshly and neglected in the quiet, mysterious voice’s apparent exhaustion - was irksome on my muffled ears like a warning, and like the sound of frantic spoons scraping against my Grandmother’s fine China in the wash bowl it made my insides cringe. Their words and her face had piqued my intrigue however, and I could not walk away more than I could tell my Grandmother I wouldn’t make it to wash her treasured utensils the next day. Oh, the enchantments women have had over us mighty and masculine men! BUNNY: [plastic shifts, she is sitting up.] Hey, Chin, can your special powers like shut my door and light? Thanks. [more plastic noise.] CHINCHILLA: [from the other room] OH OF COURSE DUH. NARRATOR: As the room went black and the dark headed creature disapparated from sight, I could only see the prim snow blowing ever so gently inside the window - the winds had been snuffed with the light it seemed - and I wondered whether or not the harrowed voice inhabiting the room could feel it upon her brow as she tried to slumber. And what of these special powers, discussed so freely by the two curious girls? And the blood, of the truest red, that was wished to be brought with the aid of this Santa fellow? Santa, who was he and where did I know him from before? These questions plagued my freezing mind, my hat covered in heaven’s feather-like, white teardrops, and I still could not step - my body positioned like the stationary David, forevermore. And suddenly, the light and that ghastly head flickered in the window, back to life. CHINCHILLA: I’m not tired, I slept all day! SOoooOOooOOoo hungover. [she moans as the plastic shifts and BUNNY moves about, frustrated in her bed] And I think I’m going to name my little friend Pattinson. Because he kind of sparkles. Like hot vampires do. I wish I sparkled that would be so cool, and when I go out to hunt men I would like see all these guys and I would be sparkly and how could they look away?! BUNNY: [resigned plumping of the plastic.] CHINCHILLA: RIGHT?! [plastic does not reply.] NARRATOR: This girl posed herself as such a puzzle in my mind, and I fear that I can only now show my deepest regret in the failure of my wit to be called to action at that very moment. She was, I thought at the time, for such an animated and lubricious voice, a very pale and a very morbid looking face. She left the room with that so drained face, and the plastic wrinkled and wrangled underneath her dear friend’s poor, sleeping soul in her absence. The two girls, I thought, looked more painful than my poor Grandmother did, when I most accidentally and severely dropped her favorite purple tea pot onto my sturdy and fibrous foot, - and albeit covered and socked foot, due to a slight excess of hair on the utmost top that my Grandmother finds, in her worn and crude manners to be ‘retch-worthy’. [composing cough, as he comes to find this sentiment as embarassing and unnecessary as the listener does] The speaker forgives her of this, as youth cannot condemn age when he knows not the suffering of age. Still, we bleed. Where was this Santa fool to be when he was so direly needed and so desperately called for? CHINCHILLA: [sound of hard body flopping itself onto the plastic] Whore, why haven’t you taken the plastic off your bed yet it’s been like three days since you got it? BUNNY: I’m too tired. CHINCHILLA: [as she says this plastic bounces up and down with her animated movements.] YOU WEREN’T TIRED LIKE RIGHT AFTER SUNSET WHEN YOU ATE ALL MY BLOODY TOMATOES OUT OF THEIR CAN AND SUCKED THE JUICE ALL UP. You wolfed that shit down, girl. BUNNY: Oh, not really. Not yet. [scratches at the plastic, almost menacing.] CHINCHILLA: SO anyway, Pattinson Robert Cullen is not tired and we are going to go take a walk and maybe pick up some hotties. AW, balls, it’s still snowing out! I don’t want to get wet. Snow, go away! [plastic loosens as she gets up.] NARRATOR: A chill swept over me. A chill that had nothing to do with the divine snow still yet piling itself up onto my hat, almost like a Halo, a small ring of protection, and in retrospect now, I may attribute this holy sheathing to my fortunate escape. But rather, the chill came from the sudden termination of the snowfall, just as the brown-head cried it so. She stepped gracefully, but in this grace there was a sort of inhuman quality, a sort of malice that indulged in its own sleekness. She was at the window now, and I shuddered. [Silence for a short period of 10 seconds.] CHINCHILLA: Oh my God! Some drunk guy is peeing outside our window! Look! NARRATOR: I was not peeing! [SUPER OFFENDED AND DEFENSIVE! then, regains his posure, and tries to be polite once more, with effort, but fails. Voice starts slightly composed but crescendoes as the speech goes on and is almost at an angry screech by “Hell”.] I mean to say, this Madam ‘Chinny’, was - a - liar. The falsehoods that she began to utter gave way to her unmasking, and they will only land her in the dankest pits of Hell! I, a refined man of upstanding valor, would not be caught even tempted by Satan to be relieving myself on the streets, in which the public so often take refuge. It would be a crime, a crime punishable by law. [remembers purpose of story, as he was somewhat side-tracked in his attack of CHINCHILLA and resumes his ominous tones.] And here, I will say, it is a crime. Much like the crimes, oh, the gruesome crimes the missus will commit. The crimes that I, being of such courageous heart, must have been preordained by God to witness and thus bear their splintering, wooden crucifix upon my back; the crimes that are yet to come...[ominous, foreboding, back in his thought-train.] BUNNY: What, oh, wow, cool. [not shifting, the plastic lies still.] CHINCHILLA: Did you HEAR ME?! Some drunk guy is peeing outside our window. NARRATOR: [in a mumble, an undertone.] I still maintain I was very well not. CHINCHILLA: And now the snow’s all gross and yellow yuck. Did you hear me? Okay. I think he left. Or at least he’s crouched behind something like a little hunchback weirdo. NARRATOR: Excuse me, for I must interrupt. I would again, like to recall to the listener than certain words and events and names have been compromised. These words, slanderous words, are not what one first-hand historian would call fact-based. CHINCHILLA: GOD NARRATOR shut your stuffed pie hole and let me get on with the story! It’s my turn to talk. NOW Bunny, alright, alright. I’m sorry, I know I’ll let you have your little time to yourself sleep whatever you want to call it. Good night. [steps leaving. plastic rattles a little and BUNNY finally finds her resting place. All is still. Silence.] NARRATOR: [coughs, indignantly.] The stillness from the room above elicited a morose shiver down my spine. I moved my feet, the plastic sounds which intuited the movements of the body above moved in accordance with my steps. I say again, I was not in movement to relieve myself of excrement of any sort, rather, I had finally begun to understand the hellish fires that burned with the lights above, the lights above that the flakes of God could not even quell. It was then, in my course of circling below, crossing myself - and I am not as of usual a superstitious, flimsy, sort of man, by Jove - then I was able to see. God be with me, I thought. This Santa, I remembered then. I dredged up from my pool of ghastly memories; memories from catechisms and prayers whispered in hallowed spaces of Churches in towns of my travels; Santa was a man who wore only red, and visited the world only a single, grim, night a year. Saint, they called him. Saint of the red-nosed, Saint of the black, plastic bag in which gifts are carried to be given to those devoted to his pagan occult. Santa, was no doubt, a shorthand for Satan. ‘God be with me’, I said as I crossed myself from marble-smooth forehead to sinwey shoulder and back to the heart, the ‘bloody tomato’ that which these women so wanted to possess. These women, hardly can I speak of them as girls any longer, after I had enlightened as to what they were. Indeed, the white and waxen, star-crossed abominations: these women were of the militia of the Un-Dead. And HBO, why, I gathered then must have been another shorthand, standing for Human Blood (type) O. It was, at this point, clear to me what I must do. But before I could enact the plans that were bountifully blooming in my head, I heard the plastic shiver once more, and the brown-haired voice call out: CHINCHILLA: [calling from the other room, the plastic wrinkles softly.] HEY. BUNNY. That Aunt Jemima in the fridge, is that yours? Can I have some? NARRATOR: I prayed. Poor, poor Aunt Jemima, for whomever were her nieces and nephews, they would never be to look on her sweet face ever again. BUNNY: [sighs, and hits furiously the plastic covering her mattress.] CHINCHILLA: Does one hit mean yes and two no? Yes? BUNNY: [hits plastic once more.] CHINCHILLA: WHAT? BUNNY: [hits plastic.] CHINCHILLA: WHAT? BUNNY: [hits plastic, harder this time, with both hands.] CHINCHILLA: WHAT?!! BUNNY: [kicks plastic furiously, hard, like beating a dummy or a scarecrow.] CHINCHILLA: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I get it. Lots of hits means hell yes, take a chill pill. Good answer though. Thanks. Goodnight. [still, sounds of the plastic being rolled over upon and wrinkled and slapped can be heard outside the window.] NARRATOR: I saw the diabolical Miss walk into the room once more, she lit the room and so her face was, light and bright with a fervor that can only be inspired by a spiritual madness. She was about to drink, something dark, something thick, from a red-capped bottle. I had to strip my fine, leather mitten off and stuff it in my mouth to keep from screaming, much like my fine, dear, Grandmother had when I stumbled with my socked feet upon her lower back as she was performing some Coney Island, circus-like stunt she called ‘yoga’. I feel learned in my saying that the horror and sin of the drink the women were about to share - Oh, and mistake me not, for it was blood in the bottle, human, mortal blood - would have tormented any man to histrionics, even I, most lion in heart. Oh, their deviant, zoophagus longings made me want to cry out, screech like an owl out, to a God that I now doubt. CHINCHILLA: HEY. [plops on plastic.] This is so good. It’s like delicious and yummy and mmmm. Thanks so much I’m so hungry all the time every night lately. OH my god, I should see if Rober- [sounds of body hitting the plastic moving wildly, and being thrown about on it.] BUNNY: [makes grring and roaring and howling noises.] I am going to kill you! [plastic thrashes about wildly again and it is all we can hear.] NARRATOR: [still hear the playing around of the plastic in the background.] The flowing, red-head yet unseen reared, and I could look no more. I ran, and I ran, and I ran until my legs could run no more. The thrashing of the plastic and the hard, sensuous bodies atop it were a rattle of a coming death. Coming for me, coming for the ones I loved. And I ran, as any man must do in a position such as mine. I ran, far, to get away from those creatures of the so grotesque underworld in which all men of faith must abhor. [plastic thrashing quiets but does not fade away altogether.] And so here, and of the now, I abhor them; I yet again, cannot leave them. [bodies on plastic makes one more feeble turn, and then all is quiet, silence again. Hold for 5 seconds.] The girls, haunt my dreams. The cold faces and the dark, creamy red that they feast upon trickles down their dream-chins and they never let me sleep a wink. ‘How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.’*

As much as I pray, as much as a man may beg, that these events of this most potent evil had never happened to fall, plunking, onto my head, I must believe that there is a scientific order and purpose to all. Dear Listener, I implore you, take heed of my story. Do not walk the avenues alone, lest of all late in the hours of darkness, and believe with every piece of your innocent and God-fearing soul that these wicked monsters have not died, and will - nay - cannot die. And they will want you, and they will and very well haunt you, as they, every day that I have left on God’s greenest earth, haunt me.

And Grandmother, if you are listening, I will be home around seven, and your supper shall be prepared to sup upon around eight.

*quote comes from Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

some highlights and some thoughts of my journey to Buenos Aires (in chapters because is long)

chapter 1

Before going to the hotel we decided to have breakfast at the Pertutti café that is right in front of the Cabildo and Plaza de Mayo. The place was great, a bit more expensive than other places but not too much. An important thing to consider is that my city is expensive, so expensive here in Buenos Aires is normal in my city. Of course I’m talking of regular places, not the jockey club lol I can’t pay that.

Back to the Pertutti café, there is a coffee shop and a restaurant. I asked for Oporto cake and tea, both were great. The place is beautiful and the bathrooms are a dream. We visited the Metropolitan Cathedral and had the chance to see the opening ceremony of the tomb of San Martin (heroe of independence of South America). The granaderos walked in their traditional outfits and did the whole thing, it was fun to watch. There were many tourists at the place. 

Then we tried to go to our hotel in the neighborhood of Flores (we chose that place because the theater of the concert was there, five blocks away). We wanted to use the subway but the stop in Peru street was closed and line A had dely so we thought it was more “safe” to use the urban bus. We asked a officer of traffic and she said “86” and we took the 86 and end up miles away lol The thing is, according to what people told me, there are different kind of 86 (i don’t why they don’t have like a 86a, 86b or something) and we took the fast one that goes for highway. We were good until we went to the highway and started to pass tolls and we had no way to go down because there is no stop. The first stop was in Ciudad Evita lol This could sound stressful but we were laughing, like we just needed to go back, right? It's not the end of the world. We took a different line back (I don’t remember the number) and we ended up in Flores where we took a taxi to our hotel. We spent two hours trying to reach our hotel. That was placed at Ramon Falcón street and remember this because I have a whole chapter about this dude. 

When we were around Plaza the Mayo we asked a taxi driver for a number to call and he said “we don’t work with radio, you need to go to the avenue and stop one there” and we were like “what?”. Like in the movies lol In my city (a small to medium city) taxi won’t stop in the street because when they are moving it is because they are going somewhere, I mean, they have a client assigned waiting. When they are free they have some places where they stop and you could go there to take one. To be honest, on the two occasions we wanted a taxi we took like 30 seconds to find one, but it is weird to us like not having the chance to call one because it gives you some comfort. Mutuals then explained there are apps and gave more info. 

The thing I most missed from my home city is the feeling of community. Like this, what happened with the bus won’t ever happen here, because people at the stop would give me a long and well explained explanation of which bus i should take and where to go down, and the bus driver would have the courtesy to tell me where to go down. It’s not like people won’t answer questions in Buenos Aires, they do, but they all look so stressed that you don’t feel like asking too much to not bother them, and their answers are always short. In my city people would see you lost and will ask you if you need help. The feeling of community is feeling safe around people you don’t know personally, knowing they will help if you need it. You don’t feel safe around people in Buenos Aires. They all walk around holding their belongings and looking at strangers with distrust. About this last topic is not the same for every neighborhood of Buenos Aires but is something I will elaborate later.

On 6th October 1938 the Maia flying boat took off from the River Tay with the Mercury seaplane on its shoulders, it flew 6,045 miles to South Africa creating the record for the longest seaplane flight.

After getting about six miles outside Dundee, between the city and Forfar, the planes separated and the Mercury headed towards Africa. It touched down on the River Orange, setting the then seaplane distance record.

Mercury and Maia were a composite aircraft, one aircraft fixed to the top of the other, very much like the 747/Space Shuttle combination which was used to move the shuttle around America.

In this case it was two seaplanes - both aircraft took off and the object of that exercise of carrying one piggyback was to reduce fuel consumption and therefore leave the maximum amount of fuel available to the smaller aircraft (the Mercury) which would separate from the large mothership below (the Maia).]

The flight was not straightforward.  During the separation, one of the engine cowlings was torn away, reducing the efficiency of the aircraft and adding to its fuel consumption. Heavy weather and thunderstorms were a frequent part of their journey, but most problematic was the failure of the electric fuel pumps, requiring the fuel to be pumped from the floats by hand.  At 12,000 feet, with oxygen in relatively short supply, both men became very tired and Ian Harvey began to hallucinate. 

During the second night of the flight it became clear to the pilots that a shortage of fuel would prevent them from reaching Cape Town, their intended destination.  However, they were well passed the world’s seaplane record and so, for safety reasons, they landed Alexander Bay on the Orange River, about 390 miles short of their target.  After 42½ hours flight, they had covered a distance of 6,041 miles; the record still stands today.

The second pic is a street sign near Dundee Airport commemorating the event, it reads…..

 “Mayo Avenue The street name at Dundee Airport commemorate the World Record for the longest uninterrupted flight by a seaplane. At noon on 6 October 1938 an Empire Flying boat called "Maia” took off from the River Tay carrying a smaller seaplane called “Mercury” on its back. This piggy-back method of launching long distance aircraft was called the “Mayo Composite” after Major Robert Mayo of Imperial Airways who devised the technique. The two planes separated over Dundee Law and Captain Donald C.T. Bennett (later to be founder of the Pathfinder bomber force) and his co-pilot Ian Harvey, proceeded to fly 6,045 miles in Mercury in 42 hours 26 minutes. The finishing point was the estuary of the Orange River at Alexander Bay in South Africa, as the aircraft had insufficient fuel to reach its intended destination of Capetown due to adverse weather on route. “

On the Tay Embankment close to the RRS Discovery there is a bronze plaque attached to the seawall.

It is the second-largest city in South America (after São Paulo) and the largest city in Argentina. Most of the population is of Spanish and Italian descent. The official language is Spanish. Buenos Aires means 'nice/fresh air' in Spanish. It is located in the eastern part of South America in the region called Rio de la Plata. It is divided into 48 local districts. The climate in Buenos Aires is humid and subtropical. Summers are humid and hot, and winters are mild. Note here: January is the hottest month and the average temperature is around 25-31 °C. As a result, the coldest season is July. There are two different rates. First install official, second dollar blue [embed]https://youtu.be/oTDXnAXw66Y[/embed] Art and Culture in Buenos Aires It is possible to find many cultural activities, art centers, museums, and bookstores in Buenos Aires, which draws attention with its architecture that is highly influenced by the European style and its rich cultural life. Especially Palermo and Recoleta region hosts many museums for cultural trips. The main ones are: Teatro Colon - A world famous opera and theater house - at 9 de Julio Avenue MALBA - Latin American Art Museum of Buenos Aires - in Palermo National Museum of Fine Arts (Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes) – at Recoleta In Fundacion Proa - La Boca Faena Arts Center - in Puerto Madero Usina del Arte - Av. At Don Pedro de Mendoza Buenos Aires Museum of Modern Art - in San Telmo Buenos Aires is also a very developed city in the field of literature. Reading culture is very common. There are more than 700 bookstores in the city. It is possible to find many second-hand bookstores on Corrientes Avenue. Historical places such as the famous Cafe Tortoni and Cafe La Biela have an important place in the history of literature. The city's architecture reflects Colonial, Art Deco, art Nouveau, Neo-Gothic and French Bourbon styles. Places to Visit in Buenos Aires Florida Street You can find many big and small spots here, from the big shopping center called Galerias Pacifico to the vendors selling trinkets on the ground. The first stop of our Buenos Aires trip was Florida Street; because we had to convert our dollars to pesos. In Argentina, the government takes a lot of commission from the money exchange transactions you make from the banks in order not to pave the way for money exchange too much. For this reason, foreign exchange brokers have sprung up on the streets, and you can come across these people every step of the way on Florida Street. Of course, they don't do it publicly, they take it to a closed place and convert your money there. You are considered very profitable from this shopping as they convert from banks at a more suitable rate, but it is useful not to be alone while making this transaction. Don't forget to take your cash Solar or Euros with you when you come to Argentina. Plaza De Mayo Plaza De Mayo is one of the most famous squares in Buenos Aires. It took its name from the 25 May 1810 revolution, which was the beginning of the republican regime. Plaza De Mayo is the heart of Argentine political life. There are many structures worth seeing around Plaza De Mayo. The government building, which draws attention with its pink color, Casa Rosada, Metropolitan Cathedral of Buenos Aires, the May Pyramid (dedicated to the mothers who lost their children during the regime change), the city hall, and the headquarters of the national bank are located in this area. 9 July Avenue (Avenida de Julio) It got its name from Argentina's Independence Day, July 9, 1816. With 18 lanes and a width of approximately 130 meters, Avenida de Julio has achieved the title of the widest boulevard in the world. It may take some time to cross the boulevard, it is possible to be caught in the light a few times while passing. The long thin white monument (Obelisco de Buenos Aires) in the middle of the boulevard was built in 1936 in honor of the city's founding anniversary.

In addition, Teatro Colon, which you can find on this street, is a world-famous opera and theater building and is worth seeing with its magnificent structure. Recoleta Walking on the streets of Buenos Aires, especially in this area, is quite enjoyable. Because you come across extraordinary structures every step of the way. In particular, the influence of Italian, Spanish and French architecture is undeniable. Recoleta is one of the regions with high income distribution. Recoleta Cemetery is one of the most famous touristic places of this region. The National museum of Fine Arts (Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes) and Pilar Church may also be of interest to you. Built in 1822, the Recoleta Cemetery is more like an open-air museum than a cemetery with its magnificent statues and custom-built monuments, and is simply fascinating. If you go in the heat of summer, be sure to take your hat. Because you can be fascinated by this beautiful open-air museum and wander for hours. The graves of Eva Peron, granddaughter of Napoleon and many famous families (authors, journalists, political leaders, actors, etc.) are here. Not to mention that some of these mausoleums are worth millions of dollars. The cafés in the Recoleta area are perfect for resting and having a drink at noon. Beer fries aren't bad. Palermo Palermo is also a very pleasant region for tourists. There are sweet cafés on the streets. You can find beautiful places especially in Palermo Soho. For those who are interested in design, the market called 'Ferio Plaza Serrano' may be interesting. For those who are interested in Latin American art, MALBA-Latin American Art Museum of Buenos Aires, located in this region, can be a good choice. La Boca La Boca is located at the head of the most famous and colorful areas of Buenos Aires. Located in the southeast of Buenos Aires, this interesting area is one of the most original areas you can see in Buenos Aires with its colorful streets and Italian-influenced style. The sweet houses on Caminito Street were built from the eaves of old ships and painted with boat paint. It is said that the region was named Boca, which means mouth, because it is located at the mouth of the river. You can come across people doing tango in the streets and spend time in Italian taverns. The stalls where tiny souvenirs are sold on the sidewalks will also decorate your trip. La Boca is home to the world famous Boca Juniors football team. I'm sure you will be interested in the yellow and dark blue stadiums of Boca Juniors (La Bombenara Stadium), where Maradona also trained. Puerto Madero Another must-see in Buenos Aires is Puerto Madero. This is a port amongst modern buildings, and there are many beautiful but slightly expensive restaurants around the port. There are also budget-friendly cafés to relieve fatigue. In the middle of the port, 'Puente de las Mujeres' meaning 'Women's Bridge', built by the architect Calatrava, stretches with its interesting structure. In the middle of the harbor, an old ship said to have traveled the world 40 times welcomes its visitors as an open-air museum. San Telmo San Telmo may be the place where you will love the energy the most in Buenos Aires. After getting off the subway, we reached San Telmo on a sightseeing tour through lush parks and quiet but graffiti-colored streets. Our first stop is a large passage full of vintage and antique shops. The interior of the old passage, which we cannot compare to anything from the outside, is almost a paradise for lovers of antiques. From a ball gown or bag from years ago to silver tea plate coasters and spoons, you come across many things. If you realize that you are hungry when you leave, you will see the 'La Brigada' sign at the exit of the passage. This is a restaurant we read about in many places. The interior of the place is decorated with football-themed items, but it has a very pleasant decoration that makes you feel that it is of high quality.

I think we were to taste the best meat and wine I have ever eaten in La Brigada. Since the number of four-legged cattle per capita is quite high in Argentina, meat dishes are plentiful here. The wines are also very good and reasonably priced. Please don't say you can't eat undercooked meat, at least it should be medium cooked, the meat here should not be overcooked. Then we find ourselves in the famous San Telmo neighborhood market. The stalls here have everything you can look for, from beautiful old records to bohemian accessories and clothes, from trinkets to souvenirs. At every corner, a different street artist band accompanies your tour with their pleasant music. There may be a sweet couple dancing tango in front of you all of a sudden. Before you forget, go to San Telmo on Sunday so you don't miss this market. The market is located in Plaza Dorrego. Tigre Delta Our last stop in the delightful city of Buenos Aires is Tigre. Its distance from Buenos Aires is about thirty kilometers. You can come by train from Retiro train station. This is a different settlement built around the place where the Parana River empties into the sea. The best activity to do in Tigre is to visit the shops selling pleasant leather, wooden products, decoration items and souvenirs and to join the boat tour where you can watch the houses and greenery on the delta. There are also large and small restaurants and cafes in the area where you can have something to eat. During the boat tour, it is nice to observe the people who take a canoe, swim in the river, and brew in the garden of their house. The color of the water we pass over is a mud-like color. Because a lot of mud and clay were carried from the river to the delta. But those who enter and swim do not seem to complain. Recommended Things to Do on a Trip to Buenos Aires First of all, take your cash dollars (I recommend dollars rather than euros. They exchange euros at a higher rate) with you as you think will be enough for your trip, and find and exchange it with fellow stockbrokers on Florida Street. Do this job with two people, I personally would not prefer to be alone. If not, you will lose almost half as banks and exchange offices will break them at a very high exchange rate. The same logic applies to the use of credit cards. Do not choose unsafe areas for accommodation because it is cheap. Don't let your vacation be spoiled by a cheesy case of theft. There are places where you can be very satisfied with Airbnb, both in terms of price and comfort and security. If your trip coincides with Argentina's winter (like July-August), dress warmly. I would like to remind you that there is no heating in the houses. I guess they rely too much on their insulation. Eat meat in nice meat restaurants. I can't say anything if you are vegetarian or vegan. Markets are fantastic for breakfast business. You can try their empanada, mince and cheese pastries. Try Mate. People get used to drinking. Mate, which is drunk to warm the heart, especially during tango nights in winter, is consumed abundantly in summer with the thought that it gets hot (does it sound familiar?). It tastes like green tea, a bit stronger. Go to the El Ateneo Grand Splendid Theatre. This is a baroque theater that has been chosen as the second most beautiful bookstore in the world by The Guardian. The gigantic, pompous theater we've seen in period films, this is one of the opera houses, and it's truly fascinating. Spend a Sunday in San Telmo. Discover Tigre. Don't miss the stunningly beautiful Recoleta Cemetery. Wander among the colorful houses in La Boca. Don't miss Palermo Soho.

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Gotta know your thoughts on Keefe with bpd head cannon (theory ? I don’t know what to call it)

I don't think I've seen that headcanon before but I have nothing against it! I'm sure someone else is much more qualified to talk about it than I am, so if I misspeak or misunderstand something in what I say please don't hesitate to correct me!

I was looking through various symptom lists (Mayo Clinic, NIMH), and the bullet points that stood out first as connecting with his characters actions were the talk of risky and impulsive behavior, and the distorted sense of self. We've seen his decision making skills and how he (often enough to be of concerning note) intends to do things without full plans--like sneaking into Ravagog with Mrs. Stinkbottom--or even knowing he'll regret them--like running away to the Forbidden Cities.

There's also the chronic feelings of emptiness and feelings of dissociation, which while they aren't as touched on in the series I think you can make an argument for them being there.

There's also the matter of relationships with bpd, as it impacts emotion regulation. I don't think the "pattern of unstable intense relationships" applies to him as much, as the unstable relationships he has are a result of other factors that aren't difficult emotion regulation on his part (like with Cassius being abusive for one example). There doesn't seem to be that back and forth overly positive to overly negative (that's a simplification) dynamic that can be seen in BPD, but perhaps I'm just overlooking something.

Of course worth mentioning is also Favorite Persons (a fp), which would be Sophie in this case. This reviewed article talks about some of what that entails, and I think we can see some of the traits in their relationship. Sophie is the most important person in Keefe's life and a lot of what he does revolves around her, trying to do things for her or make up for things he's done in the past. Many of them seem to be more covert--like a constant need for reassurance and a fear you no longer love/appreciate them--but can reasonably be concluded to be a lens we can understand their relationship through. You could also argue that Keefe reaffirming that he's the president of the Foster Fan club could be indicative of jealousy over other relationships, but I don't think his reaction to her and Fitz's brief relationship fits with that as much. (also to be clear I'm not saying this makes their relationship inherently bad, I'm only trying to evaluate the similarities that may be there. FP relationships can be healthy)

One of the first articles I linked also mentioned that many people with BPD report abuse or hardship during childhood, and while that's not a guarantee for developing BPD it could have played a role for Keefe. He wasn't exposed to stable, healthy relationships as much and struggled emotionally to connect with others, so you could also look into that a bit when exploring this character in that avenue.

This was a very surface level look at some of his traits compared to information I found about BPD, so again I want to stress I'm not an expert or anything! I tried to be respectful and look into things, but that's not a guarantee I got everything right.

I think Keefe with BPD is an excellent headcanon and while I don't know everything, thank you for sharing it with me! If others with more experience or information want to do more with that I'd love to see it