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Henry was never late.
But: Henry was late.
Johnny smiled at the big drunk man talking at him, nodded like he was paying any kind of attention. The man thumped one meaty hand onto Johnny's shoulder and gave a filthy laugh.
Johnny could only think about a few things: one, Henry. Two, Henry should have been out of Burkhalter's office ages ago. Three, this guy was crowding him way too close, bringing fumes of expensive liquor and cigars along with more of that terrible laugh.
"So which one!" the guy bellowed right into his ear.
Johnny grinned at him, weaving a little like he was just as gone as his new pal. "Oh I dunno!" he bellowed back. "You tell me!"
"Well!" The man slipped his hand further over Johnny's shoulder, made it an arm around his neck, forcibly turned him toward the crowd of house girls standing demurely or not-so-demurely against the far wall. "You're blond...you like blondes?"
What Johnny liked was to know that Henry wasn't dead in a cellar someplace. But he said, "Sure!" and pretended to sip his drink.
His pal thumped him too hard on the back. "Spoiled for choice, then, though half of 'em dye it. Just don't move on that redhead over there, understand? She's mine."
"Uh huh," Johnny said, not really listening.
"Give me a redhead, yessir," the guy slurred. "Show me that shiny little copper penny in her drawers."
Johnny kept himself from making a face, though just barely. He watched the women whispering to each other, preparing to mingle into the drunk and sweating crowd of businessmen, and thought about Billie. She ran a good house. Not a girl there had to worry about being mishandled, or cheated out of her fair share.
It didn't seem as likely here. Despite the high-roller crowd, hard cash nearly overflowing right out of their tailored trousers, the house was shabby and the girls not so well paid. Not a solid business, but a front, and crooked as a dog's hind leg.
Course, that was why Burkhalter had seemed such a good target for the Rising Sun con. That was why Johnny had strolled into this cover without a care, as long as he could see Henry across the room working his way into Burkhalter's vest pocket.
But now Henry was late.
If it had been Johnny in that part, he admitted to himself that he might not have hit every spot in the game exactly on time. He and Henry had wrangled about that sort of thing a bit. Johnny tended to subscribe to the "better late than never" school of thought, where you got there when you got there and your crew knew how to wait. But Henry believed in rules, in timing like a Swiss clock, and never had Johnny seen him fail to tap in when he said he would.
Johnny knew he ought to fall back. He could call for help, keep his cover, and protect the con. But right now, with a big silk-shirted arm clamped around his neck and the minutes ticking by without any sign of Henry, he shocked himself by thinking, Screw the con. Henry's eyes would've frozen him in his tracks like chips of blue ice.
...of course, Henry wasn't here, now was he.
The hallway into the back rooms was blocked by a single evening-suited gorilla, leaning surly and bored against the wall. Given how roughly he'd treated the occasional drunk guest just looking for the jakes, he'd surely welcome the excitement of getting to throw Johnny right out the window if Johnny tried to sneak or bluff or even bribe his way by.
Hmm. Excitement? He could do that.
Johnny eeled out from under his new friend's arm. "Let me get you a refill!"
The guy beamed at him, amiable but unfocused, and Johnny plucked the glass from his hand and slid along through the crowd.
"Excuse me, miss?"
The redheaded woman, not as young as she'd looked from across the room, turned a practiced smile at him. "Sorry, honey, we're not ready for business just yet. But get yourself a drink."
"I'm not here for business," he said. "Or—not that kind of business."
That caught her interest. She looked him up and down. "Well why on earth not?"
He'd almost have blushed. But instead he said, "It's a long story, sister. I, uh...I have this friend—"
"And she don't like you makin' other friends?" she asked, poking the tip of her tongue into the corner of her mouth.
His pal was looking around already for his fresh drink, and Johnny didn't want him coming over here just yet. He angled his body partly away from her, so it might not look like they were getting too cozy. "No, he doesn't care."
"Ohh." Her eyes and mouth rounded knowingly.
"What? No, I—" He shook his head like a wet dog. "Look, miss..."
"Miss Fifi. I wonder if I could ask you to do me a favor. I'd make it worth your while."
Her expression started glazing over, shiny and practiced, and Johnny cursed his phrasing. "No no, I told you, I'm not in the market. It's just, my friend—" He searched her face, beseechingly. "How much trouble would you get in if I asked you to start an argument?"
The mask over her features abruptly cracked, and the woman herself looked out, interested. "Like a ruckus?"
"Yeah. Like that."
She tapped her cheek. "Huh. Well—best way to start a ruckus is to make a scene. Best way to make a scene is to ruffle the fish. See?" And Johnny, glancing over the room full of tuxedoed fish flopping this way and that and ready for hauling into the boat, did see.
"Problem is," she went on, thoughtfully, "you ruffle the fish, you're disruptin' business."
"I can sure cover your evening's pay," he said. "And more. But I don't want you to lose your job. Can we still manage it?"
She pondered, tracing one fingernail along her lower lip, looking around the room. "Is he your friend?"
Johnny looked, brightening despite himself. But of course it wasn't Henry—it was his pal waiting for a refill, who'd caught sight of him and was waving impatiently.
"God, no," he said.
"Ha! Good." She eyed the guy unenthusiastically. "He's a handsy son of a bitch."
"Yeah, tell me," Johnny agreed.
She grinned. "Okay, honey, I'll help ya. You said somethin' about my evening's pay?"
Johnny palmed a generous stack of folding green and passed it to her without the corner of a bill even peeking out. Not a good idea to show fresh meat to a room full of piranhas.
Her pencilled eyebrows rose as she slipped the money into some stealthy spot inside her kimono. "Well! I can definitely get you a grade-A ruckus, don't you worry."
"I really appreciate it, Fifi," he said.
She kissed one fingertip and tapped his nose with it, just in time for Mr. Handsy to wade through the last group of his fellows and pitch up on their shore. "Say! I thought I told you I saw her first!"
Johnny shrugged peaceably. Fifi started to say, "Now, you know how this works, darlin'—", but the man interrupted her with a pinch to the bottom.
"My little penny whistle!" he crowed. "Miss me?"
Her expression remained coy and girlish on the outside, but Johnny knew enough about people's real faces by now to see her thoughts in her eyes. He wished he could give her a "good luck" or something, but instead he just sidled away.
She was good. No sooner had Johnny emerged across the room and propped himself against a wall convenient to the hallway, than she let out a shriek that could shatter glass.
"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?" she cried, very loudly aghast. "AND WITH A POODLE?!"
There was the solid smack of a hand meeting a face at high speed, and Johnny hoped she'd found it satisfying. It sure sounded satisfying.
The noise levels rose; Handsy was arguing with Fifi, and the rest of the crowd was getting fractious by association. The gorilla perked up and lumbered out into the room, grabbing drunk customers by shoulders and collars, shoving them aside like flotsam.
Oh, they didn't like that. They were professional men, dammit all, and being manhandled by a pug-faced workingman whose evening suit was rumpled at the knees was just a bridge too far. The threatening buzz rose and sharpened, and the crowd closed in around the gorilla.
Johnny didn't run. In fact he very very carefully didn't run. He didn't hurry, he didn't look around for pursuit, he didn't act in any way unlike someone who belonged there. He strode down the hall and around the corner, and behind him in the distance he heard the rising noise finally break in a crashing scuffle.
Fifi, you're a businesswoman, he thought gratefully.
There was no line of light under Burkhalter's office door, but Johnny knocked anyway. Cover stories jostled for precedence in his mind.
He tried the knob. Locked.
Fumbling in his pocket, he remembered everything he'd learned about Burkhalter's violent past. And even as he slipped his card-jimmy between latchplate and jamb, he knew Henry wasn't going to be there. He kept having to blink away terrible pictures: a blood trail. A scrap of rope by some tire tracks. An empty hat on the bank of a river.
But his fingers, well-trained, did their job anyway, and he slipped inside and closed the door very softly. Henry'd been in here not so long ago...maybe there were clues.
He groped forward until he found a piece of furniture, felt like the high back of a wing chair. He pulled the antimacassar off, rolled it up against the base of the door to help block the light, then flicked the switch.
"Turn that goddamn thing off," Henry groaned from his sprawl on a leather couch. "Offffff."
Johnny stood in the dark. His night vision had never been so slow before, he could swear it. His heartbeat thumped in his ears. "Henry! Jesus!"
"One of us, anyway," Henry said. His voice sounded slow and thick.
"You know, you're late." Johnny started for him before his eyes were fully ready and barked his shin on some damn thing.
There was no joke at that, no barb, no answer at all—only a long, heavy breath.
Johnny dropped to his knees by the couch and grabbed hold of him. "Where you hurt?" He patted carefully around Henry's middle, up to his chest, up under his jacket and around his back.
"S'good to see you," Henry said.
"...Likewise," Johnny said, trying to concentrate. He slipped a hand around the back of Henry's neck, warm and faintly sweating, then carefully up along the back of his head and through his fine hair. Nothing. Nothing at the crown of his head, nothing on his forehead, his temples.
He patted the back of his hand against Henry's lean cheek. "What'd he do? Hit you with something?"
"Well," Henry said slowly, "I'll tell you."
Johnny waited. But nothing. "Henry!"
"Did I tell you it's good to see you?" Henry's hand groped out and found Johnny's shoulder, squeezed it.
"Is anything broken?" Johnny tried.
"Then what happened to you?" He could see better in the dimness at last, and Henry was smiling at him with half-closed eyes.
"Old Burkie gave me a very...very nice glass of whiskey."
"Just the one?"
"Mm-hm." The bliss on Henry's face wavered for the first time. "He must've been...tipped off."
Poisoned, Johnny thought, going cold. Rumbled and poisoned and left for dead. He grabbed Henry by the wrist and hauled him up to a sitting position. Henry made a complaining noise. "Gettin' you out of here. Now."
Henry wasn't a big man, but he wasn't a slip either. It must have been fear that gave Johnny the power to jerk him right up to his feet and then drape him over Johnny's shoulder in two quick moves. Johnny wrapped one arm around Henry's thighs and headed for the door.
Henry was saying something.
"What?" Johnny said, listening hard for any hallway noise.
Henry spoke again, one syllable, his mouth moving against Johnny's back.
"Well where is it?"
"I...put it down. Someplace."
"We stick around any longer, they can bury you in that hat," Johnny said tightly.
The hallway sounded clear. He headed out, hurrying the rest of the way down the hall toward the back of the building.
"He didn't have a coatrack," Henry said, sounding resigned.
The hall turned once more and ended in a flight of concrete steps heading up to a storm-cellar-style wooden door. He couldn't get it levered open with one hand, so eventually he had to let go of Henry altogether in order to wrestle with it. Henry stayed perfectly balanced, dangling peacefully. And he obviously wasn't unconscious; sometimes he'd hold on to Johnny's waist with one hand, when Johnny had to shift his weight. He seemed happy right where he was.
Johnny finally got the latch unhooked and the door flipped open, and he scrambled up into the warm, damp summer night, feeling Henry's extra weight burning in his thigh muscles. He kicked the bulkhead closed and headed for their coupe, parked out past the crowd of customer vehicles, almost at the edge of a cornfield.
"Don't worry, Henry," he said. His breath puffed out heavily into the air; gnats swirled and divebombed his face. "Get you to a hospital."
Henry said something against his back, longer this time, and he couldn't make it out. He was a little too busy: he got the passenger door open, wedged Henry's feet into the footwell, and sort of folded him in along the front bench like a great big rolled-up carpet. He was sweating and gasping with the effort, but when he got another look at Henry's face, Henry was still looking at him with those half-closed, lazy, good-natured eyes, like Johnny was the best thing he'd seen all day.
Johnny closed the door as softly as he could and scrambled around to the driver's side. He shoved Henry up, climbed in, and drove away with Henry sagging against him. They bumped away down the farmhouse lane with no one in pursuit. Johnny spared a moment to wish Fifi well.
"You don't know where—Henry!" Johnny jogged him with his elbow. "Stay awake! You don't know where the closest hospital is, do you?"
"Nnnn." Henry leaned on him heavily.
"Okay," Johnny said grimly. "You know I'm gonna have to ask a cop or something, once we're back to civilization. And you know how much we love cops." The surrounding fields, waving with corn under a sliver of a moon, showed no sign of any.
"Ucch," Henry said.
"Well?" Johnny answered helplessly, gripping the steering wheel tightly enough to hurt.
"Shit—" Johnny jerked the wheel too hard, skidded in the soft dirt of the shoulder, and veered back onto the little road in a cloud of dust. " You sick? Yeah, maybe if you're—if you can get rid of it or something—"
"Pull over, wouldja," Henry said without urgency.
Johnny turned off onto a dirt tractor lane and pulled too far in, knocking down a few stalks of corn before stamping on the brakes.
"You need help getting out?"
"Turn off the engine," Henry said.
Johnny obeyed without thinking. "Oh, Christ, Henry, you ain't dying."
Henry pushed his face into Johnny's neck and laughed there, very low. "No," he said. "I ain't."
Henry opened his mouth against Johnny's throat and kissed him. He bit the line of his jaw, he breathed hotly into his ear.
At first Johnny couldn't speak against the shivers going up his spine and down into his belly. Eventually all he managed was: "Henry...?"
"It was just a Mickey," Henry said. He rubbed Johnny's arm, took his hand.
"Wasn't—" Johnny managed. Their joined hands lay on his thigh. "Uh—wasn't Burkhalter trying to kill you?"
"Nah." Henry nuzzled along the line of muscle from Johnny's neck to his shoulder. "Probably thought I was a cop...he's a thug, but no cop-killer. So he knocks me out and he's long gone."
"Oh." Some of the fear drained from behind Johnny's breastbone, but there was still something bubbling there. "What're you doing?"
Henry sighed. "I'm just so glad to see you."
"That's what you—" Henry moved their hands slowly up his thigh, and Johnny jumped. "S'what you said."
"I always am, you know?" Henry murmured.
"Now hey." Johnny gripped Henry's hand harder and moved it down to his knee. "You got Mickey Finned. I'm not gonna—"
That gently authoritative rumble was so hard to resist. Johnny never really had before. And those words spoken so directly, no guessing or double-talk or trickery, sparked something hot behind his ribs.
"C'mon." Henry slipped his hand free and slid his fingers up the inside of Johnny's leg.
Johnny instinctively eased his thighs apart. "Oh, Jesus."
"No," Henry said sleepily. "I don't...think so." He brushed his cheek against Johnny's, his stubble rasping.
Johnny had looked at Henry some, early on, he could admit that to himself. More than some. And he'd found himself wishing that Henry would see how he felt. But after a while, it was clear that Henry wasn't on offer. Johnny could admire, and so he did—who could help it?—but he'd known it would never come to anything.
Until now. The heat in his chest now had words to it that made Johnny blush. At last, he thought, like some kind of wistful kid. Oh, at last.
There was nothing Johnny wanted more, in that moment, in that car under that moon, with only the fields whispering and rustling for miles around. Henry at last was heavy against him, almost on him, his mouth curled in a smile against Johnny's pulse where it skipped and hammered.
But he tried one more time anyway; it just wasn't fair to jump on the first drunken pass. And the morning would be soon enough—looking forward to it made Johnny's heart expand, not to mention his cock. "Come on, let's get you home. Sleep it off."
"No," Henry said at once in his ear. Under the haze, he sounded alarmed. "No, it's gotta be now."
"Right now. Here, let me—" Henry's hand pressed, rubbed hard. Too hard.
"Hey," Johnny said uneasily.
"Hmm?" The hand curved over his cock through his trousers. But those fingers, elegant and skilled and usually so precise—now they were splayed, grasping, sloppy. Just like his hurried voice, just like his wet breath.
"Wait a second—"
"Henry—I don't think this is a good idea."
Henry's fingers tweaked awkwardly at his fly. "This says different."
"I know it." He laid his hand over Henry's, there in his lap, and took a reluctant hold to lift it off.
Henry let out a hot, urgent sigh against his neck. "C'mon, let me, before..." His voice slurred away into something almost incomprehensible. Almost.
"What did you say?" Johnny asked, feeling cold. He lifted Henry's scrabbling hand easily now.
"What," Henry said. His hand, clammy and cool, tugged weakly against Johnny's grip, and his head was so heavy on Johnny's shoulder, as if he couldn't hold it up at all.
"Tell me what you said. 'Before'...?"
"Before," Henry mumbled obediently. "Before this wears off."
Johnny clutched Henry's hand between both of his until it stopped struggling. The whole time, he looked out through the windshield at the stalks of corn knocked askew. One ear had fallen onto the hood, a gash in the husk exposing the silk.
Once the hand went limp, Johnny lowered it to the seat and started the car again. He ground the gears a couple times trying to get it in reverse, and Henry had no comment, which was how Johnny knew for sure he was out. The sharp backward turn out of the cornfield rolled him off of Johnny's shoulder, his head lolling back against the seat.
Henry slept the rest of the way home. Even doped to unconsciousness, there was something taut about his face, the tension never quite ironed out.
Johnny managed to wake him at the curb outside their boarding house. Half-wake him, anyway. He didn't speak, his eyes blurry and far away; but he did accept Johnny's arm to haul him out of the car, across the broad porch, up the stairs, and down onto his bed. His eyes closed again the second he hit the mattress.
Johnny took his shoes off and covered him with a sheet, and pulled a chair up outside his room to listen to his breathing for an hour or two. It was even, deep enough, not too slow and not too rough. Sounded like a man sleeping off a pleasant drunk. Johnny's mind wandered to its music, and he dozed off with the chair tipped back against the wall.
The sound of the flushing toilet woke him. It was still nighttime; a streetlight cast its weak yellow glow through the window on the landing. He blinked at the ceiling as the water ran in the bathroom sink.
Henry emerged and looked down at him. His shirt was thoroughly rumpled, his tie gone and buttons undone halfway down his chest. No longer was he gazing at Johnny with that sleepy, hungry look. His eyes were remote, and tired, and hollow.
"How you feeling?" Johnny asked, and let the chair tip forward to come down on all four legs with a thump.
"Better." His voice was hoarse. "Thanks."
"Sorry about—" Burkhalter, Johnny was about to say, but then he glanced at the little flight of stairs leading up to their gossipy landlady's room and said, "—all that. Guess we're out of luck on this job."
"Guess so. Listen, Hooker..." Henry looked at him directly for the first time, and Johnny's heartbeat started skipping back up.
But all Henry said was, "Doesn't that make your neck hurt?"
Johnny rolled his head and felt the crick. "Kind of."
"Well, it's all right now." His teeth showed in a quick smile, one that didn't match those hollow eyes. "No more babysitting."
"If you say so," Johnny said, reaching for a casual tone.
"You're off the board and free," Henry said. "And I want you to know I appreciate it."
He shuffled into his room and started to close the door.
"Henry?" Johnny stood up from his chair, his left leg sizzling faintly with pins and needles.
Henry paused with the door swung almost all the way to. Lifting his eyes to Johnny's again seemed to take some effort. "I do appreciate it," he said. "Everything. And I'm sorrier than..." The hoarseness in his voice burred and cracked, and he shook his head and didn't finish.
The door closed.
Johnny stood in the hall for a minute, easing the muscles in his leg. Then he picked up the chair and went to his own room.
He wasn't sleepy anymore. He lay on his back on top of his neatly-made bed, his hands clenched at his sides.
Kiss me, Henry kept murmuring to him, his voice rumbling all through Johnny's muscles, slurring and loose and not quite right. His hand cupped Johnny's cock, and even though his fingers were warm and cherishing, there was also a sliding imprecision, a dizzy, lost feeling—like they weren't Henry's at all. Like they were desperately clutching at something to keep from falling.
Part of Johnny still had that fragile, bright, breathless feeling, that feeling of at last. But now it was drowning in a heavy, bitter taste, flooding the back of his tongue and down his throat. Before this wears off. And a falling man would grab at anything.
The air was still and humid, like a warm fog, even though his window was open. Crickets sang outside, and sweat built and trickled down his temples and his neck and his bare sides. In those light, damp touches he could still feel Henry's lips on his skin. He abruptly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
In trousers and undershirt, feet bare in his second-best shoes, he made his way silently down the edge of the stairs and out the front door. The porch swing still had its cushions on, which was a little neglectful and very welcome. He stretched out, rocking the swing with one foot pushing against the floorboards, savoring every tiny hint of a breeze.
He knew he'd never sleep, but at least this way he could chase off some of the sweat that stung his eyes. With every rhythmic back and forth, he reminded himself that he was no worse off than he had been. He'd already known that Henry would never have jumped the fence for him if he were in his right mind. Letting your admiration turn all moonstruck was a game for kids, and Johnny'd worked hard to show Henry that he was sure as hell no kid.
All that mattered was the fact that he and Henry were the best on the big con. Screw everything else. He had what he wanted.
His foot against the floorboards pushed more slowly now...relaxed...and stopped.
Johnny opened his eyes to the fragile light before sunrise, with the sky turning dark blue in the east and a peach haze just starting to spread up from the horizon. He was cool now, his skin dry, though he could feel where the salt had dried on his back and his face.
He heaved himself up. Now last night's crick in his neck had a neighbor on the other side. But he'd woken in time, and at least he'd be able to get inside and upstairs before Mrs. Schwarz came down to start breakfast...he felt a little too bedraggled and emptied-out for fast talk or charm.
As he reached for the screen door handle, the front door opened. And there was Henry.
Henry, fully dressed, immaculate, high-class and natty though bareheaded. Carrying his suitcase.
They both stared.
"Going somewhere?" Johnny asked at last. His voice rasped, and he swallowed against the dryness. His face felt puffy. He was sure the swing cushions had left a crease across his cheek.
"You're still here," Henry said slowly. Winded, like he'd taken a hard fall.
"Did you leave me a goodbye note?" Johnny spoke quietly—it wasn't even dawn, for one thing—but he saw Henry hunch a little.
"Your bed was... It hadn't been slept in."
"Couldn't sleep," Johnny said. Henry still just looked at him, stricken. "Too hot," he added.
"So." Johnny scratched his forehead. "Should I get out of your way?"
"I thought it was the reverse," Henry said. "After..."
"You had a rough night."
"I swear, Hooker, I didn't mean to."
"I know," Johnny said. "I know you didn't." And as far as he could hear in his own head, he sounded fine and calm, and not disappointed one bit.
Henry leaned toward him. "You know I'd never—" His words were hushed, tumbling over each other. "I swear if you wanted to stick around, you wouldn't have to...worry."
"I ain't worried," Johnny said, which was true over and above everything. And Henry seemed to hear the truth of it, because something of the horrified pallor of his face seemed to ease off.
"I appreciate that." Henry's hand worked on the handle of the suitcase.
Johnny tried a smile, though he felt so exhausted, and still stung from the loss of his ridiculous hopes. The sooner Henry stopped acting so embarrassed about the very possibility
of Johnny being anything more than his sidekick, the better, really.
Henry's smile back was tentative, but promising. "I won't make you keep jawing about it," he said. "But let me just say this: if you ever need any...reassurance. You know, that I can stay inside the lines and not slip my leash. You can talk to Twist. Or Billie, too, of course she knows. But Twist... Well, we have a lot in common. He can explain."
"Sure," Johnny said absently, and yawned. He liked Twist, and hoped they saw him again soon. Twist really knew how to dress. Twist called him "Tootsie."
Wait just one second.
Henry had already turned to go back inside when Johnny's hand landed on his arm and pulled him around. Even in the middle of the sudden whirl inside his head, Johnny was glad to see Henry's eyes flash up strong, shaking off that strange apologetic cast.
But despite his eyes, he kept cool and still, like the champion dissembler he was. "Something else?"
Johnny held on to Henry's elbow, almost needing it to keep himself steady. "Come help me pack my case."
"All right," said Henry, slow and uncertain.
Johnny followed him up the stairs, both of them quiet on their feet by training and habit. Once they were inside his room, he locked the door and set his back against it.
Henry set his case neatly by the wall and stood watching him. He didn't seem to believe that Johnny really needed any help packing.
"How much do you remember?" Johnny asked.
"My apology wasn't enough, huh."
"It wasn't some kind of blackout, Hooker."
"So you do remember."
Henry rubbed both hands through his hair, hard. "Unfortunately, yes."
Johnny felt a stab of humiliation at that, but before he could answer, Henry continued, low and rapid:
"I think I'll remember it for a long time. Maybe forever. Is that what you want to hear? That I'll have to remember how I...grabbed you? Pawed at you, like one of those cut-rate Casanovas with his hired girl? You didn't sock me, and I wish you had. After what I said."
"What you said," Johnny answered, just as quietly. "You remember that."
"No, I don't mean— I'm not trying to—" Johnny felt at such a disadvantage, tired and itchy and with his hair surely going every which way. He tried to form the words, but it was hard—on the job they hardly needed any. "I thought I understood you."
"I made a promise," Henry said. "And I meant it. If you can't accept that, I understand."
"Will you listen?" Johnny stepped closer, and saw Henry brace himself. "I only meant—I thought you knew me."
"I did. I do. I told you, it was just—"
"It was just the Mickey," Johnny finished for him. "Isn't that what you said? 'Hurry up before it wears off.' Right?"
Henry's eyes looked so pale in the pre-dawn glow spilling through the open window. "What do you want," he said hopelessly. "Yeah. That was the only way I could—"
"Well what if," Johnny interrupted, "and bear with me here, Henry, but what if that meant that without a good slug of dope you wouldn't want me? What if that's what gets to me the most?"
Henry blinked at him. The silence felt long. Johnny could scarcely believe he'd said it out loud, but as long as everything was on fire and falling down around them, why not? Really, why the ever-loving blue hell not? Light another match, he told himself hysterically.
"Are you—" Henry managed at last, and Johnny could see him having the same trouble making his words obey. If only this were a con, Johnny thought, we'd have it wrapped and mailed by now. "You're saying you..."
"What if I am?" Johnny said.
Henry breathed in and out, looking a little dazed. "I guess I never saw it."
And the sorry thing was, Johnny believed it. He could completely believe it of Henry, the Henry he knew so well, and the last part underneath that he was just now figuring out. He was a sly, quick-talking, brilliant and merciless artist of the big con—and within the small, private circle of trust, a man of ironbound honor and self-control. Johnny had seen it time and again. So this whole time, Henry had kept his distance, precise, meticulous, the tightest leash in the known world—and Johnny had sensed that distance, yes, but read it wrong. So wrong.
He stepped forward again. "Look, then."
Henry did look, right into his eyes, which had been cryingly rare since last night. Johnny felt that spark warming up in his chest again, and he let his eyes search Henry's. There must be more words he could pull together to clear this up, to shake off the ragged edges of shame and frustration all around them.
But he couldn't find any. All he had to lean on now was whatever else they had instead between them, whatever was making them the pair they'd become, soaring through the con like birds on the wing. But did they even still have that? All their reading and guessing this whole night had been nothing but a tangle. They'd never done so bad on any job, ever.
Johnny remembered the first time Henry had taken him through a high-stakes dip, where it all depended on pure sleight of hand and perfectly subtle body language, and if the mark twigged there was no safe way out. Johnny hadn't come up in that kind of world; as a boy he'd hustled pinball, and Luther'd saved him from that to be a street-worker. That's what was in his bones, golden patter and smiles, distraction and speed. But finally Henry had taken him on the dip, and oh was he scared. He'd spent a lot of time cracking jokes at Henry to show him just how not scared he was. Into the deep end, he'd figured, with Henry watching and judging, and if he slipped up, Henry'd be well justified in leaving him there to count his broken bones.
But that wasn't how it had happened. Henry had gone in with him, and somehow with Henry at his back, his hands had steadied amazingly. One pass, the lightest touch, and Johnny was through; they'd made it out alive.
So now he leaned in, crowding Henry, feeling his heat through the fine suit. He tried to clear his head, to think like it really was a job, like the steel-wire tightrope of their connection was there for them underfoot.
Like they were on the same side. Like they were in it together.
Henry must have seen something in his face. Something light touched his eyes and his lips, almost as if he was signalling Johnny across a card table. When they were working, they said novels back and forth with hardly any words at all.
So Johnny kept his mind and his eyes open, as he did during every game, every job. And now he knew, knew, when Henry's reflexive alarm started to fade before something warmer. He knew when Henry was finally easing out at last from behind his careful, honorable walls.
"Well?" he said, watching Henry's eyes shine.
"Well," Henry said, his voice uneven. His tongue touched his lower lip, but that was all. He just looked, and stood careful and still against Johnny's body. Johnny waited a little more, but by now he could tell Henry wasn't going to move first. He really would talk to Twist, next time their paths crossed, because there was a story there and he was gonna find it. In the meantime, here they were, frozen in place, with Henry's heartbeat practically moving his lapels.
Not a trick, not a test. Only one way to get that across. Johnny slipped in under Henry's jacket, unfastening buttons when he came across them. Henry twitched and sucked in a breath. But he was letting his body read Johnny's now, and accurately, moving just right to ease a sleeve or let fabric slide by. Johnny got him out of his armor neat and quick without a sound. Jacket fell, waistcoat, tie, shirt, leaving them matched in trousers and undershirts and hot, quick breath.
A pickpocket, he thought, who takes everything except the pockets. And he grinned encouragingly into Henry's flushed face.
"Kid," Henry managed at last, like that grin had snapped something loose, "you look like you just fell out of a boxcar."
Johnny rubbed a slow thumb across his own unshaven chin. "You like that?"
"Christ." Henry took hold of his face in both hands and kissed him like he was starving. He bit and licked and soothed, barely suppressing little noises in his throat, and even through that upwelling burst of careless, hopeful desperation, it was nothing like last night. His hands were deft and tender without thought, his mouth and his straining body fit with Johnny's like they'd planned it beforehand. He walked Johnny over backward down onto the coverlet and gasped against his jaw.
They didn't talk. And this time they didn't have to. It was like the best kind of a job, where they had their goal and they had each other, thrilling and sure, and off they went. Johnny tried a few times to get a noise out of Henry, just for the excitement of watching him bite it back, here in this thin-walled little boarding house room. Henry's eyes burned, delighted, challenged. And he pinned Johnny down on the narrow bed and showed him what long experience could do. Johnny almost yelped aloud, turning it into an unconvincing cough, and Henry laughed triumphantly against his bare, sweaty skin.
They were both as slick as oil by the time it was over, with the dawn breezes gone and the morning warmth building. Henry's head rested on Johnny's chest, and Johnny petted and scratched through his damp hair. The scent of breakfast, eggs and bacon and maybe hash, was starting to rise through the floor.
"I could use a bath," Johnny said after a while.
"You could," Henry agreed, but his arm tightened around him.
"Feel like I got bit by a million mosquitoes."
Henry kissed one of his nipples. "Oh is that what that is."
"Listen, you no-good double-foxed grifter," Johnny said, easing Henry's head rhythmically back and forth by the hair. "You ready to get back in the saddle or what?"
One of Henry's brows twitched. "You better order me a dozen oysters. I'm an old man."
"Pfffft." Johnny wriggled out of his heavy, trusting grasp. "I meant back to Burkhalter's."
Henry tipped his head up and rested his chin on the tangled landscape of the blanket. "Yeah," he said at once. "M'not leaving my hat there. They don't deserve it."
"Okay then." Johnny threw on his dressing gown. "Baths first, and we better hurry if we want to get any of that bacon."
He grabbed his shaving tackle and headed out into the hall. Then he opened the door again and poked his head in, watching Henry sprawled across the little bed, his taut, spare body gleaming with sweat and a few purpling bites.
"Any ideas yet?"
"Oh, sure," Henry said, and he wasn't kidding. "There's a couple ways we could go, with Burkie gone and no note for mama. I was just thinking, it'd be a clearer choice if we already knew somebody else in the house."
"Uh huh," Johnny said. "Hey Henry?"
"Yep." Henry looked at him with lazy, warm appreciation.
"You ever meet Miss Fifi?"
"Can't say I have."
"Well, you're in for a treat." Johnny headed back out, tossing his shaving kit from hand to hand, and their plan was already well and truly in motion.


One of the area's two large, annual art shows comes to Birmingham this Memorial Day weekend: the 31st annual , sponsored by the Guild of Artists and Artisans and the .
, Art Birmingham will be returning to its central spot in and around Shain Park this year, with more than 175 local and national artists participating in the two-day fair.
Will you be heading downtown to check out and perhaps pick up a new piece of art? Here's what you need to know before you go:
- When: 10 a.m.-6 p.m. Saturday; 10 a.m.-5 p.m. Sunday
- Where: and the surrounding streets
- Cost: Free
- Parking: Street parking is available for $1 an hour. Parking in the city's garages is free for the first two hours, then $1 an hour after that. Parking — both in the garages and on the street — is free on Sundays.
- Street closures: The streets surrounding Shain Park — including Martin Street, Bates Street and Henrietta Street — will be closed until Sunday evening.
- More information: Visit www.theguild.org/art-fairs/art-birmingham or www.facebook.com/ArtBirminghamFineArtFair.
More than 175 artists from Michigan and around the country will have their artwork on display at Art Birmingham. Here's a look at some the artists from Oakland County and where you can find them at the fair:Artist City Medium Booth Number Beth North Birmingham Jewelry 130 Carole Berhorst Bloomfield Hills Clay 61 Veronika Braskavsky Bloomfield Township Fiber 137 Lucia Lucas Bloomfield Township Mixed Media 112 Julia McGrath West Bloomfield Painting 32 Alice Ham Berkley Clay 160 Marcia Hovland Royal Oak Clay 70 Gretchen Kramp Royal Oak Clay 116 Paddy Skwira Royal Oak Clay 176 Sooney Kadouh Royal Oak Photography 162 Tim Gralewski Royal Oak Printmaking 25 Maria Olivia Tyra Clawson Drawing 5 Mike Natzke Clawson Photography 118 Cynthia LaMaide Rochester Fiber 97 Diane Sicheneder Rochester Painting 92 Dave Dinsdale Rochester Hills Photography 156 James Parker Rochester Hills Photography 105 Bob Daily Rochester Hills Wood 177 Michele Sapp Farmington Hills Fiber 101 John Fitzpatrick Ferndale Glass 89 Paul Wood Troy Photography 40 Carmen Kennedy White Lake Glass
3Phil Dimmer White Lake Painting
164John Krieger White Lake Painting
65Charlotte Lodico Oakland Township Jewelry 24
For a complete list of the artists at Art Birmingham, visit the Guild of Artists and Artisans.


- PROS Plenty of USB-A ports Simplified charging kit Screen gets Full HD resolution
- CONS Woefully underpowered Screen lacks color Non-precision touchpad
Though the new IdeaPad S145 is offered with up to an AMD Ryzen 5 3000-series processor on Lenovo‘s official website, our review unit came with an Intel Core i3-8145U CPU (the Whiskey Lake refresh from last year) with 4GB of RAM. Storage was taken care of by a WD Blue 1TB hard drive spinning at 5,400rpm. Needless to say, there was no discrete graphics card on board; only the Intel UHD Graphics 620 integrated GPU. According to the hardware maintenance manual published by Lenovo, the 4GB of onboard memory can be expanded up to a maximum of 12GB by adding an 8GB DDR4 RAM chip.
Intel 8th Gen Core i3 CPU paired with a platry 4GB RAM and slow hard drive
Lenovo S145 windows install
The review unit fared decently on our CPU and GPU benchmarks. At least its scores were better than those of the IdeaPad 330 and IdeaPad 330S from last year. On PCMark 8’s Conventional Creative test, the review unit bagged 2805 points, which is nearly three times over the IdeaPad 330’s score and nearly 300 points more than the IdeaPad 330S ‘on the same test. The scores were similar on PCMark 8’s Conventional Home and Work tests. On 3DMark’s Fire Strike and Sky Diver, the review unit picked up 796 and 3385 points respectively.
Everyday performance of the IdeaPad S145 review unit was woefully bad, but I can confidently chalk that up to the low RAM and sluggish hard drive inside. The laptop took well over two minutes to cold-boot to the Windows 10 desktop and be fully ready for use. The Start menu took over six seconds to pop up on an average. There were constant stutters and window freezes while using everyday applications like Chrome, File Explorer, and OneNote one at a time. Maximizing a window would sometimes take up to five seconds to happen, and the contents inside would get stretched and distorted in the process. Even a single YouTube video in the foreground would often stutter and stammer.
In summary, the IdeaPad S145 is an unbearably sluggish device if you use it with the bundled 4GB RAM and hard drive. I highly recommend you purchase a variant with 8GB RAM minimum and a solid-state drive if you plan to use your laptop for everyday work. If you’ve already bought it in the same configuration as our review unit, consider upping the RAM to 8GB and replacing the hard drive with a SATA III solid-state drive. A 256GB unit shouldn’t cost you over Rs 5,000. These two upgrades will go a long way in improving the everyday performance of this laptop.
Display, Audio, and IO
The IdeaPad S145 features a 15.6-inch non-touchscreen display with Full HD resolution and 220 nits of maximum brightness. According to Lenovo, the screen is capable of covering 45 percent of an unspecified color space (though we think its sRGB). In reality, colors on the screen appear totally washed out, leaving the white of the backlight to burn through brightly. In addition, the matte finish on the screen creates a grainy effect on the screen, thereby making the viewing experience worse. Tilting the display down by even a few degrees renders text on the screen unreadable. In summary, the IdeaPad S145‘s display isn’t a great one for image / video-FOCUSsed work. That said, it’ll do the job for the occasional spreadsheet or document.
The IdeaPad S145 sports two tiny speakers on its lower front lip, which deliver flat, uninspiring sound despite the Dolby badging (and the bundled Dolby Audio app). The maximum volume is insufficient even for the occasional two-minute YouTube watch and the sound is mostly flat across lows, mids, and highs, leaving the pair best used for Windows error sounds and message notifications. You’re better off investing in a pair of headphones or portable wired speakers if you want clear audio.
The IdeaPad S145 has most of its ports on the left side of its body, which should prove convenient for right-handed mouse users. On the left, there’s a proprietary round-pin power port for charging, a full-size HDMI port, a USB-A 2.0 port, and a couple of USB-A 3.1 ports. On the right side, all we see are a full-size SD Card reader and a 3.5mm audio jack for headsets. Being a budget model, the laptop skips the increasingly ubiquitous USB-C port. It also does not have a fingerprint scanner. Images from the VGA webcam are understandably grainy and pixelated.
The Lenovo IdeaPad S145 offers decent value in most areas but begs to be upgraded with double the RAM and a solid-state drive right at the time of purchase.
Keyboard and Touchpad
Dedicated media playback keys above numpad
Because it’s not a Windows 10-recognized precision unit, the touchpad is sluggish and uneven in tracking the movement of the pointer across the screen. The acceleration of the pointer too varies with the direction of the fingertip movement, making for an unpleasant touchpad experience. A triple-tap opens up Windows Search by default and Windows Settings only lets you adjust the sensitivity of the touchpad unit. Surprisingly, the click buttons under the touchpad’s plain plastic surface have great feel. All things considered, you’re better off getting yourself a wired or wireless USB mouse.
Touchpad is non-precision unit but click works well
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On our standard battery benchmark test, the IdeaPad S145 review unit scored 3 hours, 16 minutes, which is approximately a forty-minute advantage over the scores bagged by the IdeaPad 330 and IdeaPad 330S from last year. On everyday tests, where the screen is set to 70 percent brightness and Bluetooth Wi-Fi are enabled, the laptop lost 42 percent of its charge in roughly two hours. Charging from 36 percent to about 95 took roughly one and a half hours. During the tests, multiple instances of Chrome, OneNote, File Explorer were open alongside WhatsApp for PC. In summary, the 35Wh dual-cell lithium-ion polymer battery inside the IdeaPad S145 appears to be an ideal companion for fairly long stretches of continuous operation away from the wall socket. Expect up to three and a half hours of continuous use on this laptop.


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ABOUT ROCK HAVEN FARMS
Anyone who has spent any time on a farm knows the
chores are never done.
Rocky is the third generation of the Homesley family to work this farm. Between Rocky and his wife Vicki they have maintained a fully functional farm
including live stock, growing and harvesting feed for their animals and picking fresh produce.
and produce the farm has produced.
Most days at some point in time you can find Rocky out on his tractor
manacuring the fields to keep the hunting comfortable for his clients.
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Menifee Better Together 2018 will be held on April 28, 2018.
Four Community Beautification Projects - One Day!
Senior Home Revitalization - Meet at Sun City Civic Assoc.
Color Bowls-Flower Potting - Meet at Sun City Civic Assoc.
LMD Beautification - Meet at Sun City Civic Assoc.
Quail Valley Cleanup - Meet at Kabian Park
Volunteers are essential to the success of this project! Thank you for volunteering to serve!
Menifee Better Together is a neighborhood revitalization partnership between The City of Menifee, Habitat for Humanity Inland Valley, the Menifee Interfaith and Community Service Council, and many local businesses and faith organizations. The partnership was formed in 2013 to serve the communities within the City of Menifee by hosting an annual neighborhood cleanup, and senior home maintenance day. Hundreds of volunteers from the area spend several hours on a Saturday in April cleaning up parks and streets, as well as helping senior homeowners in need of exterior home maintenance.


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Design – For the Gucci Padlock bag, Alessandro Michele took the inspiration from the 1950s Gucci Lady Lock bag in vintage archive and gave it a new retro-modern look.
The smooth calfskin leather is fashioned in a vivid magenta pink colour and adorned by shiny-finish gold hardware accessories.
Size – In a precious, exquisite size, the small Padlock bag goes gracefully from day to evening. Its inner compartment is capable of holding in a larger phone, card holder/flat pouch, key and a couple of beauty essentials.
The sliding double-chain handle adds versatility to the Padlock bag, as it can be carried in 2 lengths for 3 ways of carry (in hand, on the shoulder, crossbody).
- Smooth calfskin leather in magenta pink.
- Shiny gold-tone hardware accessories.
- Sliding double-chain handle.
- Flap closure with push lock.
- Functioning lock with key provided.
- Velvet interior with 1 card/flat pocket.
- Exterior back slot for card/ticket.
- Decorative key bell, detachable.
Currently retailing at RM10k+
Attachment (s): dust bag and booklet.
9/10 almost-new condition.

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In the current year, the Mozambique Stock Exchange (BVM) has witnessed a total of 12 bond issuances as of Monday, the 14th of August. These bonds have varying maturities, spanning up to ten years, and feature interest rates ranging from 17% to 19%.
The amounts raised through these bond operations have exhibited a notable range. The most recent issuance on August 8 garnered 475 million meticais, while an earlier operation on March 7 achieved a significant sum of 5.9 billion meticais.
Upcoming Bond Issuance and Debt Capacity
Looking forward, the next issuance of Treasury bonds by BVM is anticipated to occur on August 22. It is noteworthy that the government still possesses the potential to access the market for an additional 11.7 billion meticais before the conclusion of the year. This issuance will bring the country’s debt close to reaching 68% of the legal debt limit set by OT (Organismo Técnico).
Domestic Debt Overview
As of March 31, Mozambique’s domestic debt landscape was characterized by a total domestic debt of nearly 295.7 billion meticais. This encompassed both Treasury Bonds and Treasury Bills, which have shorter maturities.
The financial activities on the Mozambique Stock Exchange during 2023 underscore the government’s efforts to manage its debt portfolio and capitalize on the capital market for funding. These actions play a crucial role in shaping the country’s economic trajectory and growth prospects.

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A friend we met in Charleston
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Ronnie and I stayed on Shem Creek on our recent visit to Charleston. It was relaxing and interesting being right on the creek.
Not sure what this was--maybe a floating art gallery.
And I think maybe this was overkill.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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Democrat Nick Rahall is a southern West Virginia face so familiar he goes by "Nick Joe." But the 19th-term incumbent bears an Obama burden like few others in Congress this election. In Rahall's seat that snakes through...
U.S. Sen. Joe Manchin plans to hold town halls and host a drug abuse roundtable during a visit to the Eastern Panhandle.
Parts of West Virginia are awash in red, yellow and orange as fall foliage colors are at peak.
A union representing state workers says it will hold an informational picket to raise awareness of understaffing at a state-run nursing home.
A new monument in Marion County honors local Purple Heart recipients.
State regulators say a drilling accident in Doddridge County might have affected five private water wells.
Democrat Nick Rahall is a southern West Virginia face so familiar he goes by "Nick Joe." But the 19th-term incumbent bears an Obama burden like few others in Congress this election.
Cam Atkinson scored twice while Marko Dano and Nick Foligno each had a goal and an assist to lead the Columbus Blue Jackets to a 5-2 win over the New York Rangers on Saturday night. Artem Anisimov, like Atkinson, scored...
Police say officers killed two robbery suspects and took two others into custody after an armed robbery on Columbus' southeast side.
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Iran entered negotiations with the US, Russia, China, the UK, Germany and France today in Geneva, as it bids to find a way forward in the stalemate over its nuclear programme that has lasted a decade.
Diplomatic relations between the US and Iran that were virtually non-existent for over thirty years, have begun to thaw recently, with new President Hassan Rouhani speaking on the telephone to President Obama last month.
Iran’s Deputy Foreign Minister Abbas said today's discussions had gone well and his opinion is that the proposal has the ‘capacity to make a breakthrough.’
While this is still very early on in the progress, hopes that this might be the first steps to letting Iranian oil flow back into the global market is pressuring the price of oil.
By mid-afternoon in New York, November US light crude futures had fallen 0.9% to $101.48 a barrel.
The price of crude has also not been helped by the latest twists in Washington, where hopes of a deal from the Senate have taken a bit of a knock from House Republicans attempting to cook up their own deal.
The competing deal from the House Republicans failed to garner enough support in a closed-door meeting though, but the draft plan has been taken as an attempt by House Republicans to derail the Senate proposal and raises the spectre of deep divisions continuing to cripple Congress.
Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid described the proposal as a ‘partisan attempt to appease a small group of Tea Party Republicans who forced the government to shut down in the first place’ and said that he was ‘very disappointed with [House Speaker] John Boehner who once again tried to preserve his role at the expense of the country.’

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East Hampton brewery owners to give tour on Saturday, Jan. 7
EAST HAMPTON >> Residents are invited to take a walking tour of the Fat Orange Cat Brewery on Tartia Road in East Hampton on Saturday, Jan. 7 at 2 p.m.
The walking tour is part of the Explore East Hampton series, which is organized by the East Hampton’s Chatham Historical Society and sponsored by the East Hampton Recreation Dept.
Fat Orange Cat Brew owners Michael Klucznik and Sheila Mullen will give a tour of their new beer brewing company.
Visitors can purchase a glass and sample different beers. Children can have fun, too, visiting with the goats on the farm.
The monthly walking tours offers a wonderful and unique opportunity for new residents to learn about the history of East Hampton and for life-long residents to share their recollections and stories with others.
Adults and children are welcome to attend what promises to be an enjoyable afternoon.
To get there: From Stop & Shop in East Hampton, go south on Main Street for 2.8 miles to Route 16. Then turn left and travel 4.6 miles. Turn right on Tartia Road. Go .4 miles to # 47 and Fat Orange Cat Brewery is on the right.
For further information about upcoming walks in the Explore East Hampton series, or the Chatham Historical Society, contact Marty Podskoch, coordinator of the “Explore East Hampton” walks at 860-267-2442, email@example.com, or visit http://www.easthamptonrec.com/info/activities/program_details.aspx?ProgramID=27025

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text: The purpose of this study is to determine whether or not the sympathetic nervous system provides a tonic inhibitory input to the colon in chloralose-anesthetized cats. Proximal and midcolonic motility were monitored using extraluminal force transducers. An intravenous bolus injection of 5 mg of phentolamine in 14 animals elicited a pronounced increase in proximal colon contractility. The minute motility index changed from 0 +/- 0 to 26 +/- 4 after phentolamine administration. Midcolonic motility also increased in response to phentolamine. Specific blockade of alpha 2-receptors, but not alpha 1-receptors, caused the same response seen with phentolamine. alpha-Adrenergic blockade increased colon contractility after spinal cord transection but not after ganglionic blockade. Blockade of alpha-adrenergic receptors was also performed before vagal and pelvic nerve stimulation and in both cases increased colonic motility. Vagal stimulation alone had no effect on colonic contractility, while pelvic nerve stimulation increased motility at the midcolon. alpha-Receptor blockade did not alter the ineffectiveness of vagal stimulation but did unmask excitatory effects of pelvic nerve stimulation on the proximal colon. All excitatory colonic responses were prevented by blocking muscarinic cholinergic receptors. These data indicate that tonic sympathetic nervous system activity exerts an inhibitory effect on colonic motility. The inhibitory effect is mediated through alpha 2-adrenergic receptors. Based on these findings, we suggest that alterations in sympathetic nervous system activity may be extremely important for the regulation of circular muscle contractions in the colon.

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Add cilantro, parsley, garlic, cumin, red pepper powder and salt without pureeing it. Add the baking powder and flour and mix again. You will now have dough. You can freeze this dough or make the pie immediately. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease a pie pan and spread the dough on it. Brush will oil and bake till the pie is firm. Serve topped with cucumber sauce and hummus, olives and tomatoes. 5 cups) Oats (1 cup) Baking powder (1 tsp) Salt (½ tsp) Maple syrup (½ cup) Coconut or olive oil (½ cup) Shredded carrots (1 cup) Chopped dried cherries (½ cup) Fresh grated ginger (2 tsp) Cinnamon (1 tsp) Directions Pre-heat oven to 180 degrees C.
Heat a griddle and drop the batter to make pancakes. Cool and freeze each pancake in wax paper for later use. Vegetable Lasagna Ingredients Uncooked lasagna noodles (1 pkt) Chopped zucchini (1) Chopped eggplant (1) Chopped onion (1) Spaghetti sauce (1 jar) Ricotta cheese (2 pounds) Mozzarella cheese (½ cup or more) Directions Cook the noodles according to the instructions on the packet. Sauté the vegetables on medium heat till soft and add the spaghetti sauce. Cover and cook on low heat. Drain the cooked noodles.
Add the oats and cinnamon. In a separate bowl mix the carrots, cherries, maple syrup, oil and ginger. Mix the dry ingredients slowly with the wet ingredients till you get a batter. Spoon a tbsp of the batter on a parchment paper keeping a distance of 1 inch between each cookie. Bake till the cookies are golden brown. Freeze them in a zip lock bag and use as needed. Chapter 8- 10 Dessert Freezer Meal Recipes Sweetest Lime Sherbet Ingredients 1 lemon rind 1 package of lime flavored gelatin 1 ½ cups of sugar or substitute 1 cup boiled water The juice of 2 lemons 1 quart milk Directions Mix sugar, gelatin with hot water.

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Harry Potter Exhibit Opens at NYC's Discovery Times Square
Fans can sit in Hagrid's chair, play with the Sorting Hat and walk through Hogwarts' Great Hall at Discovery Times Square.
"Harry Potter: The Exhibition" opens Tuesday in New York City.
Fans will be able to walk through the Great Hall at Hogwarts, where Harry, Ron and Hermione go to school, sit in Hagrid's chair, try to play Quidditch and try on the Sorting Hat.
Also on display at Discovery Times Square: the outfits Harry, Ron and Hermione wore to the Yule Ball.
The exhibit runs through Sept. 5. It has also traveled through Seattle, Chicago, Boston and Toronto.
Harry Potter star Daniel Radcliffe is currently starring in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying just a few blocks away.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II opens in theaters July 15.
It is the last film adaptation of the famed seven-book series by J.K. Rowling, who announced Monday that she is considering released e-book versions.

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Wizz Air has announced two new routes from Ljubljana to Brussels and London
Wizz Air, the largest low-cost airline in Central and Eastern Europe, has announced two new routes from Ljubljana to Brussels-Charleroi and London-Luton. These routes will deliver over 70.000 passengers in the first year and provide up to 70 jobs in Ljubljana.
The launch of these routes signals the return of Wizz Air to the Slovenian market after 6 years after the first flight to Ljubljana. Below is information about the new routes:
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Taya Dunn Johnson is a published author, blogger, speaker, workshop facilitator, advocate, and panelist. She was the Producer and Director of the Listen to Your Mother Baltimore show from 2013-2017 and served as the Diversity and Inclusion Consultant for the entire National project. Readers and clients connect with Taya as she navigates life as an expressive, vulnerable, humorous and audacious widowed mother to an amazing 9-year-old boy with autism.
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Merritt’s book hits a midpoint between Broadchurch and Anne Brontë’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall ... despite the many gothic tropes, Merritt’s writing is at its most enjoyable when rooted in the everyday. Her biting wit comes across in exquisitely uncomfortable scenes ... While the book spends far too long on 'what was that noise? It must have been … the wind?' moments, Merritt’s background as a historical novelist is well suited to the parallel narrative of the Victorian heroine Ailsa McBride, who appears in diary entries and scholarly works by the fusty prof essor. This story of a rich 19th-century widow living a secret life with her mute son begins to supersede Zoe’s modern day moping, and you wonder which character the author would rather spend time with. Ailsa’s rapturous sex scenes with the incubus summoned by her spiritualist late husband, a kind of otherworldly Story of O, could be read as an investigation of rape culture tropes through a gothic lens. If you’re willing to embrace Merritt’s use of classic gothic tropes, this is a compelling novel.
It may be the case that Zoe represents that other horror trope: the hysterical woman ... may not hold much that is fully original in terms of themes or plot twists. But it is a fun, at times sexy, read with some real creepiness and a few good surprises. Merritt chose the Scottish cliffs well; the landscape contributes to the atmosphere and gives Zoe additional challenges to face. Her writing is interesting and evocative, with lovely phrasing and description. Overall, this is an enjoyable, if a bit contrived, scary story.
As Merritt reveals the truth about both Zoe and Ailsa, she raises as many questions as she answers, resulting in a deliciously gothic, haunting story that balances a page-turning pace with lush descriptions of the wild coastal scenery.
Demands close attention to every detail because so many elements verge on the supernatural, the questionable, or the stark 'you must be mistaken about that' ... The title is a misnomer because you won’t be able to sleep until you’ve laid bare every mystery of While You Sleep.
Merritt fully immerses readers in her richly imagined setting and hints that there’s much more to the events leading up to Zoe’s trip. The author’s strenuous attempt to counter the unfortunate trope of the hysterical woman is laudable, and Zoe comes to relate to the misunderstood Ailsa. Zoe's flirtation with a much younger schoolteacher named Edward is refreshing, realistic, and very sexy. Merritt certainly knows how to build suspense and dread even if readers of the genre will find a few of the elements familiar ... Oodles of atmosphere largely make up for a bit of predictability in this gothic chiller.


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Make a Computer Operating System
How to Make a Computer Operating System
The information in this video is for educational use only.
The SECRET Guide to Make a Computer Operating System,
This video teaches you how to plan and develop an operating system if you do not know how to code in C or C plus plus. Operating systems manage computer hardware and provide the resources that applications need to run. Writing an operating system from scratch requires a strong command of computer science a programming language like C or C plus plus assembly and code management practices. Take some basic Computer Science courses. Unlike developing for the web creating an operating system requires a strong understanding of algorithms data structures computer hardware and resource management. People get degrees in this stuff so do not expect to write an entire operating system after reading an online tutorial Harvards Intro to Computer Science course is available online through EDX at no cost.
Learn a high level programming language like Python. Once you have got a solid foundational understanding of computer science the next step is to master C and/or C plus plus. Like learning about computer science mastering a language is not optional you will not be able to code an operating system if you can not write solid applications.
Learn an assembly language. Assembly languages are low level languages designed to communicate with different processors. Since assembly is different for different processor types e.g. x86 assembly Language for Intel AMD VIA and other processors you will need to learn the version for the type of processor you are coding for.
Complete an operating system tutorial. OS tutorials will walk you through the process of creating a basic operating system. This gets you used to the process and helps you figure out if there are any pieces you are missing. Once you have completed a tutorial or two you will be well on your way to creating your very own operating system.
Figure out your operating system goals. What do you want your operating system to do? How should it look? Do you really need to write an entire operating system or are you just looking to create a certain look for your desktop? These are all things to consider before beginning to code.
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Monday, December 28, 2009
San Diego NOW: Eight UCSD Visual Artists
San Diego NOW: Eight UCSD Visual Artists presents top artistic talent emerging from one of the finest conceptual art institutions in the nation, University of California, San Diego. Designed to encourage a meaningful dialogue between Masters of Fine Arts students and the larger San Diego art community, San Diego NOW features artists working in a variety of media, including video, painting, photography, sculpture and performance with a shared concern for the changing dynamics of society and our place within it. The exhibition presents the work of artists James Enos, Jesse Mockrin, Zac Monday, Omar Pimienta, Lesha Maria Rodriguez, Tim Schwartz, Julia Westerbeke, and Suzanne Wright. San Diego NOW is curated by Danielle Susalla and will be on view through January 3, 2010.
UCSD has a long tradition of encouraging artists to move beyond specific mediums, inspiring them to create conceptually grounded work that pushes current boundaries. Charged with social, political, mythical, organic, and personal narratives, each artist in San Diego NOW is developing a unique mode of expression that will be heard beyond this community as they continue to grow. Oceanside Museum of Art is proud to present this dynamic group of San Diego artists who are at the forefront of contemporary art making.


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Published - 14th April 2009
Publisher - McElderry Books
Format - Kindle
Synopsis - When fifteen-year-old
Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she
hardly expects to witness a murder - much less a murder committed by
three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre
weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It's hard to
call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and
when there is nothing - not even a smear of blood - to show that a boy
has died. Or was he a boy? This is Clary's first meeting with the
Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It's
also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little
like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four
hours Clary is pulled into Jace's world with a vengeance, when her
mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why
would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her
mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters
would like to know..
I know i'm way behind the rest of the world when it comes to reading The Mortal Instruments but i'd seen such mixed reviews that I wasn't sure I wanted to invest so much time into a pretty hefty series. The series is now a movie and i'm desperate to see it, but in the spirit of (the now deceased) Read It 1st, I decided now was the time. People are saying it began as Harry Potter fanfic and i'm not really into that kind of thing but it wasn't as Potter-related as i'd imagined.
There were a lot of things that I connected to HP - I mean the series name itself is a pretty big connection to the Deathly Hallows but honestly, the book pulled me in pretty quickly and I got involved with the story so well that I stopped picking up on similarities and just went with the flow. There wasn't a huge amount of world building which is something I like. I enjoy discovering the world as it happens rather than info dump and it was pretty easy to follow. I really loved all of the characters too; they were so unique to each other and read as individuals rather than different names. I have this weird thing where I tend to love the secondary characters more than the mains and in the case of City of Bones, I am really intrigued by Alec. There seems to be a lot to him that City of Bones hasn't discovered yet and i'm hoping that as the series continues, he becomes more prominent.
Like the rest of the female population - of course I fell in booklove with Jace. Total badass with a real sincere, loving and sensitive side? YUP. The one thing that I really wanted to talk about in this review is probably way too spoilery but ARGH! Clare certainly knows how to frustrate a girl when it comes to her ships. I shipped Jace and Clary SO HARD and then of course, if you've read the book - you know what i'm talking about. What do I do now? Can I ship it? Just one of the many reasons that i'm anxious to start reading the next book in the series.
City of Bones has a lot of soft, intimate moments between characters and there's a lot of backstory that is revealed throughout the book that creates the world Clary is finding herself in the middle of but it's also action packed and is never stale. The story flows excellently which is great as it's actually a pretty big book. I didn't realise the length as I read it on the kindle and I flew through it so fast. City of Bones isn't going to be for everyone but one book into the series and I think i'm going to like it so watch this space when I get around to reading the next one!


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Head over to Philbrook Museum of Art early, and find this public bequest from Phillips Oil family one of “The One Percent” crowd’s better gestures. (On the other hand: their wealth DID come from a “public at large”)
As mansions go, it falls somewhere between the comfortable intimacy of New York’s Frick, and an overblown ostentatious Hearst Castle in California.
Lovely gardens fall downhill from a main building where human-scale rooms allow its art to seem “personal” rather than “arranged” as is usually found in “dedicated” museums.
Again, a collection much influenced by depicting “The West”… both “native” and “adventurer”.
Then drive north along farmland evoking Nellie Forbush’s image “as corny as Kansas in August”, before pausing in “one street” Bronson for a short nap. Am impressed tho, at a grain storage building whose volume probably exceeds that of all Bronson’s commercial buildings.
By sunset, am settled into Kansas City… ready to discover whether “everything’s up-to-date”.


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Fresh Grass is like a breath of fresh air, simple and effective, evocative of familiar and soothing sensations that will speak to everyone. We recognize straight away the fresh, pure, luminous grass that comes to intermingle with a light and aquatic floral heart. What gives its incomparable charm is its woody base that supports and harmonize the green flight of this new fragrance. This transparent glass bottle pre-filled with 125ml of perfume is accompanied by its silver ring and its 8 black strands in technical polymer for an intensely perfumed interior.
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An early look at how some of the nation's largest law firms fared financially last year finds that on average they enjoyed a 5 percent increase in gross revenues - the biggest year-over-year jump since 2008, according to a survey by Wells Fargo Private Bank's Legal Specialty Group.
Survey says large law firm revenue up 5% in 2012
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Weekly movie trailer roundup: Adam Sandler's fake-real movie vs. his real-fake one
If you’ve been unfortunate enough to have already seen the trailer for Adam Sandler’s latest movie, JACK AND JILL, you might have asked yourself – Is this shit for real? – only to discover the sad, sad fact that it was indeed. If there’s any lesson to be learned from Eddie Murphy’s career (besides having your mouth so glued to Brett Ratner’s butt you have to follow him wherever he goes, like into the Oscars and right back out of them again), it’s not to dress up as the fat, female version of yourself and then star opposite her. But Sandler did it anyway, and it looks so unbelievably bad, so excruciatingly unwatchable, many people are questioning its authenticity, citing the parody trailers in the beginning of TROPIC THUNDER as more believable.
I, for one, totally thought it was a fake. At first, I gave Sandler the benefit of the doubt and thought, hey maybe he’s doing some clever marketing thing where he makes fun of how bad his recent movies have been. I actually thought he was riffing off the intentionally bad fake movie he made in FUNNY PEOPLE. Remember RE-DO? The one where he’s a grown man trapped somehow in the body of a baby, but with the face of a man? Even Leslie Mann’s kids hated it. But after watching the trailer for his ‘legit’ project, that whole grown man/baby thing isn’t looking like such a bad move for him anymore. At this point, how much lower can you go?


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Randomized, Open Label Study of Dabigatran Etexilate in Elective Percutaneous Coronary Intervention
To assess whether two doses of dabigatran etexilate (110 mg b.i.d and 150 mg b.i.d) as compared to UFH, both in addition to a standard dual antiplatelet regimen, provide sufficient anticoagulation in the setting of elective PCI.
Allocation: Randomized, Endpoint Classification: Safety/Efficacy Study, Intervention Model: Parallel Assignment, Masking: Open Label, Primary Purpose: Treatment
dabigatran 110 mg, dabigatran 150 mg, unfractionated heparin
1160.73.31004 Boehringer Ingelheim Investigational Site
Boehringer Ingelheim Pharmaceuticals
Results (where available)
- Source: http://clinicaltrials.gov/show/NCT00818753
- Information obtained from ClinicalTrials.gov on July 15, 2010
Medical and Biotech [MESH] Definitions
Heparin fractions with a molecular weight usually between 4000 and 6000 kD. These low-molecular-weight fractions are effective antithrombotic agents. Their administration reduces the risk of hemorrhage, they have a longer half-life, and their platelet interactions are reduced in comparison to unfractionated heparin. They also provide an effective prophylaxis against postoperative major pulmonary embolism.
Coagulant substances inhibiting the anticoagulant action of heparin.
Imaging of a ventricle of the heart after the injection of a radioactive contrast medium. The technique is less invasive than cardiac catheterization and is used to assess ventricular function.
A heparin fraction with a mean molecular weight of 4500 daltons. It is isolated from porcine mucosal heparin and used as an antithrombotic agent. (From Merck Index, 11th ed)
A group of simple proteins that yield basic amino acids on hydrolysis and that occur combined with nucleic acid in the sperm of fish. Protamines contain very few kinds of amino acids. Protamine sulfate combines with heparin to form a stable inactive complex; it is used to neutralize the anticoagulant action of heparin in the treatment of heparin overdose. (From Merck Index, 11th ed; Martindale, The Extra Pharmacopoeia, 30th ed, p692)
The purposes of this study are: 1. To evaluate the long-term safety of dabigatran etexilate 2. To assess the effect of a knowledge translation intervention on patient outcomes
The primary objective of this trial is to demonstrate the efficacy and safety of dabigatran etexilate in patients with non-valvular atrial fibrillation for the prevention of stroke and sys...
The primary objective of the trial is to demonstrate non-inferiority of 220 mg oral dabigatran etexilate compared to 40 mg subcutaneous enoxaparin administered once daily. Safety and effic...
To investigate the safety and tolerability of dabigatran etexilate capsules in a small group of eight adolescent patients.
The primary objective was to evaluate the safety of dabigatran etexilate(BIBR 1048) administered orally at doses of 110 and 150 mg, twice daily, for 12 weeks in patients with non-valvular...
INTRODUCTION: Lifelong oral anticoagulation (OAC) therapy is required for the prevention of thromboembolic events after implantation of an artificial heart valve. Thromboembolism and anticoagulant-rel...
PURPOSE: Effective intraprocedural anticoagulation for catheter ablation for atrial fibrillation is critical to minimize the risk of cerebral thromboembolism. The effect of dabigatran on anticoagulati...
Aims: Patients receiving long-term anticoagulant treatment with dabigatran may need to undergo a percutaneous coronary intervention (PCI). We studied markers of coagulation activation during elective...
BACKGROUND: The usefulness of dabigatran etexilate for the prevention of stroke in patients with atrial fibrillation (AF) has been reported. OBJECTIVES: In this study the efficacy and safety of dabiga...
Dabigatran is a highly selective, reversible, and potent thrombin inhibitor and is orally available as the prodrug, dabigatran etexilate. It has shown antithrombotic efficacy in animal models of throm...


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Who would recruit on Facebook? Try Pepsi, Gap, AIG and Oracle.
It’s easy to make fun of
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I didn’t know much of TapTronic before the launch of the duo’s brand-spanking-new video, but MAAAAAN do those guys know how to make a media entrance.
On Friday, TapTronic — comprising dancers Ciaran Plummer and Zach Klingenberg — posted this video, a remix of the already remixed “Crave You” by Flight Facilities. This particular Adventure Club mix has some added punchiness thanks to the guys’ astonishing taps:
According to TapTronic’s Facebook page, the dancers plan to fuse Irish dance and electronic music with the help of Grammy-nominated Surefire Music Group. I, for one, can’t wait to see what else the guys are up to.
Here’s the original non-TapTronic Adventure Club remix of “Crave You”:


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28 CFR 5.1101 - Copies of the Report of the Attorney General.
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Copies of the Report of the Attorney General to the Congress on the Administration of the Foreign Agents Registration Act of 1938, as amended, shall be sold to the public by the Registration Unit, as available, at a charge not less than the actual cost of production and distribution.
[Order No. 1757-93, 58 FR 37420, July 12, 1993]
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13 June 2010
A Fashionable Class Project
Welcome to the Dollhouse, Anson St., Charleston, S.C.
I commented earlier this year that the one festival in Charleston that I am not involved in at all is Charleston Fashion Week and wondered if it might be the fact that I cut my own hair, wear my favorite clothes until they are tattered shreds and love dansko and MBT shoes. Ya think?
Fast forward to Friday night and I found myself front row at the "Welcome to the Dollhouse" fund raising fashion show put on by students from the Art Institute of Charleston. The best part was the finale where the students were challenged to design dresses made entirely of paper products. Pictured below, my friend the talented Monique who designed the paper dress pictured on her model.
Fun! We weren't assigned projects like this when I was in school.


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In a 4 week double masked comparative study, patients received 2% nedocromil sodium (48), 2% sodium cromoglycate (48), or placebo eye drops (42), four times daily, for the treatment of vernal keratoconjunctivitis (VKC). Clinical examinations of eye condition and symptom severity were made before and after a 1 week baseline before starting test treatment, and after 1, 2, and 4 weeks of treatment. Patients kept daily diary card records of symptom severity and concomitant therapy. At the clinic, significant improvements were seen with both active treatments after 2-4 weeks. During the final visit, significant benefits over placebo were recorded for five ocular signs with nedocromil sodium and three with sodium cromoglycate, bulbar and lower tarsal chemosis being better controlled by nedocromil sodium (p < 0.05 v sodium cromoglycate). Diary card trends showed improvement with all three treatments, which was greatest with nedocromil sodium and least with placebo. Compared with placebo, both the active drugs produced statistically significant improvements in general eye condition during weeks 1-2, and nedocromil sodium significantly reduced itching within the first week. Overall, nedocromil sodium had the greatest effect on symptoms, although diary card data revealed no statistically significant differences between the two active drugs. In conclusion, both 2% nedocromil sodium and 2% sodium cromoglycate were effective in controlling VKC when administered four times daily into the eyes, while the marked anti-inflammatory activity of nedocromil sodium was apparent in its more pronounced overall therapeutic effect.
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Users' expectations for finding information on the Web have changed dramatically in the last few years. Internet search engines, social-networking sites, online shopping and auction sites, and commercial-information services have all invested tremendous resources into developing technologies and interfaces for finding information among enormous bodies of content.
The approach that prevails in libraries for providing access to resources falls out of step with these current expectations. Libraries ask their users to search the library catalog for print materials, pick through A–Z lists of electronic journals, and search various databases of journal articles. Each of these interfaces can be complex, and users may have to deal with several of them to find what they need in the library's collection. In response to this set of rising expectations--versus the fractured approach present in the current generation of library interfaces--a number of alternative and next-generation interfaces have emerged. In previous issues of SLN, I have covered alternative library-catalog interfaces—like that of the AquaBrowser Library by MediaLab Solutions (SLN, 25:10, p. 2) as well as Primo, Ex Libris's next-generation information-discovery and -delivery tool (SLN, 26:3, p. 1). It's clear that the competition is heating up to deliver technologies that help libraries keep pace with the expectations of their increasingly Web-savvy clientele.
Innovative Interfaces announced it's developing Encore, a next-generation library interface, or discovery services platform, which is designed to provide a more unified approach to finding information resources.
Encore leverages the Millennium ILS and many of the other technologies that Innovative Interfaces has developed over recent years to create a search platform that encompasses all the library's resources. This new product will draw on the federated search, authentication, relevancy, and link-resolution technologies already integrated into Millennium.
Today, library users search the Millennium WebPAC for items held by the library, and search the electronic resources to which the library subscribes separately. MetaFind, Innovative's federated-search interface, at least makes it possible to search multiple electronic-resource products simultaneously.
The next step in the evolution of library interfaces involves providing a discovery tool that consolidates these separate steps currently involved when searching library resources. Through Encore, Millennium is extended to become the platform for discovery throughout all the library's collections, both print and electronic.
Encore supplements the library's existing catalog data by drawing metadata and search services from remote resources into Millennium to constitute a consolidated search platform. This approach contrasts with AquaBrowser, Endeca Guided Search, and Primo, which each export library-catalog data into an external-search platform. Encore allows the library's catalog data to remain in place, avoiding the overhead involved in keeping an external search platform up-to-date and developing linkages back into the ILS for delivering patron services.


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Jaclyn started at Futures Recovery Healthcare in the fall of 2018 as a graphic designer. She graduated from Philadelphia University with a BS in Graphic Design Communication in 2015. Her collaboration, organization, and progressive problem solving assists in various marketing needs for Futures.
Jaclyn specializes in a variety of diversified content including: digital and print design, branding, strategy, typography, and web design. Her research based approach explores the function of aesthetics and how the language of design can be used to stimulate discussion and serve relevancy within the field of recovery.


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Transceiver Controller - GNSS - Patch
The Nexion NX6350 SmartPATCH is designed to ‘join’ HF/VHF/UHF networks with Conventional or Trunked P25 networks using a variety of connectivity methods, including audio, serial (RS-232), I/O control and DTMF signalling.
The NX6350 combines a powerful GNSS (Global Navigation Satellite System) receiver, providing simultaneous reception of both GPS and GLONASS satellites for high-sensitivity and unsurpassed Urban Canyon performance.
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