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Regional Trail Connections
Regional trails make critical connections across public lands and ease congestion in parks as they encourage leaving the car at home.
Regional Trail Connections through Jeffco Open Space Parks
Bear Creek Trail
The Bear Creek Trail is a natural surface trail within Lair o’ the Bear Park to Denver Mountain Park’s Pence Park. View Bear Creek Trail Map
Beaver Brook Trail
Beaver Brook Trail is a challenging hiker only trail connecting Clear Creek Canyon Park, Denver Mountain Parks' Genesee Mountain Park, and Windy Saddle Park. View Beaver Brook Trail Map
Black Bear Trail
The Black Bear Trail is a difficult shared-use trail connecting Deer Creek Canyon Park and Hildebrand Ranch Park. Seasonal closure in effect February 1-July 31. View Black Bear Trail Map
Buffalo Creek Recreation Area
The Buffalo Creek Recreation Area includes trails and recreational opportunities within Pike National Forest, and connects to Pine Valley Ranch Park. View Buffalo Creek Region Map
Clear Creek Trail
The Clear Creek Trail is a concrete path along Clear Creek connecting the City of Golden with the City of Wheat Ridge. View Clear Creek Trail Map
The Fairmount Trail is a natural surface trail between the City of Arvada and City of Golden. An access trail to North Table Mountain Park allows visitors to make a trek to the mesa without a car ride from points north and east. While only about three miles long, the Fairmount Trail affords connection with the 14-mile Ralston Creek Trail at Long Lake Park, providing for extended rides through residential Arvada.
The north trailhead is located on 64th Parkway next to the entrance of Arvada Reservoir and Long Lake Park. The south end of the trail can be accessed from Easley Road between Ridge Road and 48th Place.
North Fork Trail
Peaks to Plains Trail
The vision of the Peaks to Plains Trail is a 65-mile trail of statewide significance that will serve the 3 million residents of the Denver metro area. The goal is that the Peaks to Plains Trail will one day connect the South Platte Trail in Denver to the headwaters of Clear Creek at Loveland Pass. Once completed, it will connect four counties and seven cities, with a total elevation gain of more than 1 mile. The first portions of the Peaks to Plains Trail in Clear Creek Canyon Park opened in 2016 and 2017, offering four miles of 10-foot-wide paved surface right along Clear Creek. The next step will be continuing the trail east to Golden with the Mouth of the Canyon segment. Learn more about the Peaks to Plains Trail. View the Peaks to Plains Trail Map
The Pioneer Trail connects Bergen Park to Evergreen Lake through Elk Meadow Park. View Pioneer Trail Map

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Coalition for the Homeless, Homes for Our Troops and the National Alliance to End Homelessness are some reputable homeless charities. These are the three top-rated homelessness charities, according to CharityWatch.
Coalition for the Homeless is based in New York City and has an A- rating. Its mission is to help homeless people through advocacy programs for AIDS, job training and housing, while offering shelter and food.
Homes for Our Troops has an A rating and is based in Taunton, Massachusetts. Its mission is to build adapted homes for seriously injured veterans across the United States to help rebuild lives.
The National Alliance to End Homelessness is based in Washington and has an A+ rating. Its mission is to prevent and end homelessness in the United States.

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Hell has long been my dwelling. My soul was born hovering above the fine line that separates dreams from reality—if the latter truly exists. It is rather tragic that our waking state has been regarded as the single most in which the real is experienced, while all we see in our slumber is derided as “unreal.”
Charlatans claim that they can discern the true meaning of dreams, and the learned say that dreams are merely a reflection of the anarchy within. But the tormenting question is, what do words such as “real” and “unreal” truly mean? Are our fantasies, which decisively define us, less “real” than the “external” reality we subjectively perceive? Sadly, only chaos of perspectives ensues from such inquiries. No one can give a satisfactory answer, especially in a world filled with tribalistic, unthinking, nihilistic apes whose lives largely consist of assuming social roles, playing games, and fervently embracing different dogmas to pass time and create the illusions of selfhood, society, morality, and civilization.
Amid all the confusion, however, one thing remains clear: When we speak of things that fall beyond the physical world and sensory experience, we speak of the imaginary realm that can seem most real to us, even more so than the “objective” physical reality. Therefore, man can be best defined as neither a moral nor a social animal. He is, above all, is an imaginative being, one that can fantasize about his origins to forge a narrative about his identity, history, and destiny.
I was born on a fall night in late 1367 in an isolated Transylvanian village to wealthy parents who belonged to the nobility. Days after my birth and as the power paradigm shifted in favor of a new class of noblemen, my parents were publicly executed for witchcraft—or so I was told. I was then taken in by Erzsébet, a kind, childless widow who owned the only distillery in the village and supplied the folk with their favorite drink: Esență, a warm, bitter, low-alcohol beverage that looked like shiny blue goo. Everyone in that bleak community loved it and eagerly consumed it with every meal. The priest used it instead of wine in the communion, claiming that it was the true blood of our savior.
“This cures all ailments, my little one. It comforts the soul,” Erzsébet once told me as she offered me a sip.
With the innocent curiosity of a ten-year-old, I approached her extended hand and brought the cup to my nose. “Ew, it smells awful.” I moved away.
Her body shook when she laughed. “No one has ever complained about it in the village. They’ve been drinking it for years now, dear. That’s why they’re of sound minds and bodies. When you get older, you’ll also have to drink it.”
I stared at her, came closer, and grabbed her hand. “Okay, I’ll try a sip for you, Auntie.” Again, the pungent smell made it impossible. “Ew, I can’t drink it. It stinks really bad!”
She got on her knees and looked me in the eye. “Honey, this is the village’s medicine. Sooner or later, you will have to drink it, too. No one can live here without it. No one.” She held back for a moment. “Laszlo drinks it daily to be healthy, and he commands the whole village. He’s thirty-five, but he looks as if he’s twenty. He wouldn’t have been able to run this godforsaken place without Esență.” Her tone became more serious. “Because I love you as if you’re my own flesh and blood, I want you to begin consuming it one day. I want you to do that of your own free will, though.” Her green eyes pierced through me.
“But Esență disgusts me. What is it anyway?”
“Don’t worry about that now, sweetheart.” Her tone softened. “Once you’re of age, I’ll take you with me to the distillery, and you shall know everything. Very few people have known the secret of Esență. It is a privilege sometimes to see the truth with your own eyes, no matter how horrific it may be. I love you, Son. I want the best for you.”
Such kindness was not out of character for Erzsébet. Almost every soul in the village absolutely adored her and spoke highly of her. Even the stern priest, who taught me how to read and write, thought that she was sinless.
“No need for you to confess your sins, Son. Give my best regards to your aunt,” he once told me when I was about twelve years of age. “She’s an angel, a saint. May the Lord protect her, for she bears our sins. Without her, we would all be in the pit of darkness.”
People around the village sometimes spoke of a mysterious pit located somewhere in the forest. There were rumors that the pit had been a small cell dug in the ground and intended to torture thieves, bandits, and sorcerers to death. They said it was so small that a prisoner would only fit in if he assumed a fetal position, and its inadequate height permitted only a half stand. Once the lid was placed and the cell was sealed up tight, the ill-fated would suffocate slowly.
The person whose obsession with the pit was most prominent was a lowly young woman named Andrada. The village folk harshly ostracized her and called her crazy. Laszlo often assigned her to demeaning tasks, such as cleaning the latrines and the pigsties. Kids would frequently follow her around the town, shout obscenities, make fun of her brown skin, and throw stones at her.
She would ignore them for a while and then lash back, throwing mud in the air and growling. “You sons of snakes, why are you doing this to me? Isn’t it enough that your elders d-d-destroyed my family? You should all go to the pit. You should all be swallowed by the darkness!”
When that did not deter them, she would get down on her knees, hysterically shrieking and rubbing dirt all over her face. As she would tear her already tattered clothes and pull her hair, her black eyes would bulge and divulge the profoundest agony. The children would run away in terror upon seeing that gruesome display of insanity. She would then assume a fetal position and shake for hours. “You should all be in the pit,” she would incessantly stutter, shivering.
I never joined my peers in their brutal pursuits of the poor woman. Quite the opposite—whenever I could, I used to give her the leftovers I had from my meals. Though this sometimes provoked Erzsébet’s disapproval, I never ceased. The occasional smile on the gaunt face of Andrada when she ate touched my heart.
“I’m lonely,” she told me one evening when I was on my way back home. “No one visits me. Would you like to come to my shed for a bit?” Her stuttering request got to me.
When we arrived at the collapsing wooden shed on the edge of the village, Andrada hugged me tightly. “Don’t you ever become like them, I beg you.”
She was skin and bone. I could feel the protruding bones of her back and smell the sour odor of her unwashed hair. “Like who?” I asked her after pulling away.
“Like e-e-everyone else in this v-v-village.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re like me. We both belonged to the people who built this village. My father used to be the chief. But Erzsébet, Laszlo, and their people came in and slaughtered almost everyone. The rest they use for Esență. They hide them and use their blood to make that evil drink.”
“You’re lying. Why would I believe you? You’re crazy. Everyone knows that,” I blurted.
“I’m not l-lying! They’re evil and deluded! They think what they’re doing is necessary for their survival.”
My blood boiled. “You’re lying. My auntie would never do such evil!”
“Who do you think killed your parents?” “
My parents were unjustly convicted of witchcraft.”
“No, Erzsébet killed them.”
“Lying harlot. To hell with you.” My heart began pounding.
“She murdered them and kidnapped you. Erzsébet is a murderer.” Her tone suddenly became saturated with defiance.
“No, she’s not. Stop lying. She treats me like a son.”
“I’m not lying. You are too young to remember. She’s evil. She controls everyone here—b-b-but not me. I know the truth. I know that our people were just and righteous. Why did she have to kill them, the evil murderer?”
“Don’t talk like that about her. You’re lying.” I pushed the unkempt woman and ran away.
I burst into tears once I arrived home.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Erzsébet inquired.
“Andrada said that you’re a murderer. She said that you manipulate everyone here and that you’re evil. She told me that you made people slaughter each other and that you use people to make Esență.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“I pushed her and ran away. I regret not beating her up for what she said.”
“No need to beat anyone up. She’s crazy and says the most foolish of things. Where did you see her?”
“She invited me to her shed.”
“Never do that again. She’s not from this village.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Now you know. Who knows what she could’ve done to you? What if she kidnapped you and took you away from me?”
“I know. I’m sorry,” I apologized as I reached the verge of tears.
She embraced me and said, “I forgive you, Son. Just don’t do that ever again.”
The next day, Andrada vanished into thin air, and rumor had it that she went back to her native village.
Some uneventful years passed by without my consuming a drop of Esență, and, despite the disapproving gazes of the villagers, I contentedly wore that scarlet letter, especially because Erzsébet never made me feel bad about it.
“Don’t worry about what they think. They must be jealous of you because you know how to read and write and because you have quill pens and parchments. Don’t pay attention to them. I know for sure that you’ll eventually drink Esență and come to love it. You shall know the truth and be strong enough to take over the distillery once I die,” she would reiterate.
In 1382, shortly after I turned fifteen, she approached me in the early morning hours and said, “Son, it is time—”
“Time for what?”
“Time for you to see how we make Esență. You’re old enough now. I’m not going to last forever. One day, you must take over, give the village what it needs, and bear the sins of its people. It’s the only way to survive.”
We got on the horse-drawn carriage and left the village, making our way through the dense forest. The fallen leaves crackled under the squeaky wheels as we slaughtered the ever-present silence of that solemn morning.
“We’re almost there,” she said once the horizon began unveiling a massive, decaying, traditional Transylvanian house. With a damaged, begrimed outer layer—which once must have been shiny and white—and a hay roof on the brink of collapse, the house seemed like a perfect death trap. Weird blue vapor enwrapped it, making it look as though it belonged to the most ghoulish of nightmares.
Our carriage stopped by the entrance, and we were greeted by Laszlo and two unwashed, unkempt men. They did not even look at me as they helped Erzsébet get off.
Laszlo was now in his early forties but still looked extremely young and vigorous. His broad shoulders, along with an imposing figure and a set of eyes perpetually blazing with aggression, made him worthy of respect. He had the village in his grip, and, apart from Erzsébet, no one could order him around. “Are you sure you want to do this? Do you trust him?” he asked her now under his breath.
“I trust him. He might not have come out of my womb, but he’s still my son,” she replied in full voice.
He ran his fingers through his thick, blond beard, shook his head, and then addressed me. “You should know that very few people have seen what you’re about to see. If Erzsébet trusts you, then I shall too. Don’t disappoint us. Much good comes out of evil. And the survival of our village and its people depends on the distillery. Do you understand?”
He gestured to the two men to open the wooden door, and we all entered.
The hallway was littered with barrels, boiling pots, and buckets tainted with blood.
“Don’t worry. Stay strong,” Erzsébet firmly told me, for she seemed to know that the sight absolutely terrified me. “You will understand; you will,” she added.
They guided me to the fetid kitchen where soot covered the walls and various blood-stained cutleries lay scattered all over the floor, along with pieces of flesh and bones. She pointed at a colossal, empty cauldron in the corner, which Laszlo and his men immediately removed, uncovering a wooden trapdoor.
Once they opened it, Erzsébet ordered us to get in, and we all obliged.
We descended into a spacious, dark basement. What I saw horrified me: About ten emaciated, old women were chained to the walls, drifting in and out of consciousness. Two headless corpses were hung over a giant pot filled with blood and blue roses. Every other second, a drop of blood would fall into the pot, creating a blue vapor.
“Help me,” one of the women asked me with eyes full of terror. “G-G-Get me out of here.”
To my horror, it was Andrada now more withered than ever. Her hair had turned white, making her look old way beyond her years. Her craggy face bore an expression of unending despair.
“Shut up, witch!” Laszlo shouted and kicked her in the face before I had the chance to react.
Shocked and petrified, I turned to Erzsébet. “What’s going on? What’s Andrada doing here? What’s this place?”
She bobbed her head.
An overwhelming urge to escape came over me, but the two men restrained me and forced me against the wall.
Erzsébet drew near me. “Son, don’t make this any harder.” She wiped my cheeks. Only then did I realize that I had been crying.
Bitter dread debilitated me. I looked at the corpses again and couldn’t help but vomit.
“I told you he won’t understand.” Laszlo spat his words at her in anger. “His kind is weak.”
“No, he will. It’s hard in the beginning. It was hard for us as well,” Erzsébet told him.
“Auntie, we’re not cannibals, are we?” Disgust snaked through my body.
“No, no, Son, we’re not. We just need to survive.”
“Survive! Survive what?”
She told the men to let go of me.
Confusion invaded every shred of my being as she began caressing my face and stroking my hair like she often did when I was a child. “Son, did I ever hurt you? Did I ever mistreat you?”
“You need to trust me then. The village needs Esență. Its people need to consume the essence of life from other people, from those who’re not related to us. Otherwise, they’d become paranoid and delusional. They’d turn against each other; they’d slaughter one another. Esență makes them see reality in a uniform way. It makes their souls align. Nothing is more horrifying than the reign of chaos, especially when—”
“When what? We’re cannibalizing other people! What’s more chaotic than this?”
She drew a deep breath in. “We have to make Esență. There’s no other way, Son.”
“There is,” I shouted. “We don’t have to kill people. I never had that godforsaken drink before, and I’m fine. We don’t have to be canni—”
“Stop saying that.” My ears buzzed when she slapped me. “Stop saying that.” Tears suddenly started pooling in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She hugged me and cried. “We need this or we’ll all die. After what you’ve seen now, you must also drink Esență. You must partake in our secret or you’ll go crazy.”
I pulled away. “I never had it before, and I’m fine. I shall never have it. Ever!”
“Now you must. You were fine before because you’re different.”
“What do you mean I am different?”
“Like the chained women, you’re one of the few who remained from those who inhabited the village before us. The rest—”
“The rest what? You killed them, right?”
“It was either us or them. We couldn’t survive without their essence.” She came closer and tried to hug me again.
My muscles tensed as I quivered in indignation. I pushed her away, taking a couple of steps back. “I can’t believe it. Did you kill my parents? Did you accuse them of witchcraft?”
“No, no. They were gone already when I found you. I saved you.”
“I wish you hadn’t. You should’ve let me die.” I buried my head in my palms.
She pulled my hands away and held them in hers. “Look at me, just look at me.”
I looked away.
She seized my head and forced it towards her. “Don’t do that, Son. I love you.”
“Well, I don’t. I don’t love you or myself anymore.” I freed myself and retreated.
“Just shut up. I can’t believe anything you say now. Andrada wasn’t crazy; she was right all along.” I ran back to the kitchen. As I exited through the trapdoor, I fell and banged my head against the cauldron.
Erzsébet gave me her hand seconds later. “Here, get up.”
I declined her offer, reclined on the floor, and glowered at her as though she were my worst enemy dressed up as the one I once loved the most.
“I told the men to give us a minute alone. You need to be more composed in front of other people, Son. Here, come on.” She offered her hand again.
I ignored her. “So, you have no qualms about killing my kind, right?”
Her eyes had a frustrated look. “You need to understand, Son.” She sat on the floor next to me and went on, “Life’s too hard and evil. Sometimes, we must do the worst to survive. There’s no end in life higher than survival.”
“You’re insane; you’re all insane. This Esență is fueling your delusions!”
“Son, you need to understand that—"
“Stop telling me that I need to understand. I already understand, you monster. You and your mad folks torture and kill innocent people to make black magic potions. And for my whole life, I thought you were a saint. I believed everything you told me. I trusted you. I loved you,” I began ranting.
The more I spoke, the angrier I got. Fury! Fury poured out of the darkest corners of my soul. I looked around; a discarded knife shimmered next to me. I grabbed it, pulled Erzsébet near me, and stabbed her twice in the chest.
Her scream of agony filled the air. “What have you done? I raised you!”
“Die! Die! You’re the biggest lie in my life. Everything you taught me was a lie. Everything about you turned out to be an illusion. I hate you. I hate myself. I hate everyone. Die, you harlot. Die!”
The three men rushed in and pulled me away. Laszlo hurried towards the dying woman whom he still regarded as a saint.
“Don’t kill my son. Don’t hurt him,” she pleaded with him as he held her.
“Stop saying he’s your son. He stabbed you. He must pay,” he wept.
“No, it’s not his fault. It’s mine. I never forced him to drink Esență. I should have. I would’ve saved him and myself,” she said and exhaled her last breath.
He turned towards me. “You maggot. I’ll crush you.” He began beating me up.
“To hell with you all,” I shouted and held my forearms together in front of my face.
The two men pulled Laszlo away, calmed him down, and took me and the body of my victim back to the carriage. Laszlo emerged out of the house with a thick rope, which he used to tie my hands.
“Let go of me!”
“Shut up!” He delivered a savage blow to my face, completely knocking me out.
The pouring rain woke me up. The first thing I saw was the protruding, dead eyes of Erzsébet. I contained terror and peeked around. The soil of the forest was now so muddy that the carriage could barely move. The horse was exhausted, and Lazlo struggled to force it to go on. It was evident from the daunting quiet that my horrific deed still had the men in its tight grip.
Once the rain stopped, one of them noticed me. “He’s up.”
Laszlo, now seeming more composed, stopped the carriage and got off. “We should have some rest until the soil dries a bit. The horse needs to rest also. Take the maggot’s shirt and cover Erzsébet’s face. Then tie him to a tree,” he ordered his men.
One of them began following through while Laszlo and the other man leered at me. But before he tied my hands, I begged him to let me relieve myself. He looked at Laszlo, who disinterestedly gestured agreement.
“Don’t try anything funny,” the man said as he guided me a bit farther.
“Well, I’m up against three big men. What chances do I have? Trust me, I won’t do anything.”
“You’re an idiot. You don’t know what’s waiting for you,” he told me right after I was done.
“What’s waiting for me?”
“You idiot, you’ll end up in the pit of darkness. It’s the worst torture imaginable,” he mocked. “C’mon, I’ll take you back. You need to be tied up like the animal you are.” He pushed me to walk before him.
“You mean they’ll bury me alive?”
“Idiot! They won’t bury you alive. They will send you into the eternal darkness.”
“Move.” He shoved me.
“Wait, I can’t breathe. There’s something in my windpipe.” I began coughing.
“What’s wrong with you now? Move!”
“Wait, wait, I can’t breathe.”
I pretended that I was on the verge of collapsing, and once he faced me, I kicked him between the legs. As he fell, I made good my escape. I ran for hours on end until I fell unconscious in one of the seemingly most uncharted parts of the forest. The rain woke me up again, gently washing my naked chest. This time it was so merciful, for I longed for a drop of water. Thirst and hunger had battered my very existence, and with each passing, moment my odds of survival grew slimmer. “I’m not going back. I’m not giving them the satisfaction of killing me,” I often repeated when desperation snuck the idea of surrendering into my head.
I dwelt in the heart of the woods for three days, drinking from the water puddles the rain had left behind. My sanity gradually began eroding, and starvation, cold, fatigue, and fear all conspired against me and fueled my hallucinations. I saw Erzsébet’s corpse dancing under the moonlight and devouring the bodies of old women. I saw a man who looked like me lynched by angry villagers. And I dreamed of angels and demons together swaying on my chest. Trees breathed heavily when I passed by them as though they were in the throes of death. My life flashed before me, and the memories of Erzsébet’s kindness were now daggers piercing my soul. I experienced fear in its true form, one that no one had ever witnessed before, one that words fail to describe. All that man had feared since the beginning of existence festered in my core. My eyes became open to a world beyond ours, to the realm where primordial terror reigned unchallenged.
By the third sunrise, I knew I could no longer bear it. “If I’m doomed to die, I’d better die as a hero. Maybe then I won’t die alone and forgotten. If Erzsébet, the killer, died as a saint in the eyes of her own people, maybe then I can die as a hero in the eyes of the remainder of mine.”
It took me days to find my way back to the distillery. It seemed exactly the way I last saw it, unguarded and saturated with rot and desolation. I descended into the accursed basement; it was pitch black. I could only hear the faint breathing of the women chained to its walls.
“I’m here to save you. You’ll be free,” I said.
A torch suddenly lit up, exposing the unforgiving faces of Laszlo, the two men, and, this time, the village’s priest. They came near me, brandishing their daggers.
“We waited for you for days. It took you longer than we expected. We even had to ration our food. But it was worth the trouble. We have you now. We knew you’d come back to be a hero. But you’re saving no one,” Laszlo said. “You, the maggot of those who roamed the land before us, have been condemned to the pit of darkness. You shall rot there. You shall pay for killing our saint.”
I spat in his face. “I’m afraid of no darkness. I saw in the forest what no man can survive to tell about. I’m afraid of no darkness, I tell you.” I lunged at him, but he was able to easily subdue me, escaping unharmed.
They blindfolded me, tied my hands, and led me towards the pit of darkness. We walked for hours. Every time I stopped to catch my breath, they would shove me, saying something like, “Move, you pig. Move, you maggot.”
“Here, see, that is your destiny—darkness, total darkness,” the priest told me as soon as he removed my blindfold. He looked at the other men and said, “For his crimes, the maggot shall perish in the pit of darkness. We shall commit him and his sins to the deep, so no other soul may hear of him, so he’ll roam eternity blind and unable to find his way.”
I heard a squishing sound when he drove his dagger into my side. I fell to my knees. Before me was a round sewer grate made of wood. I knew this was the cover of the pit of darkness. “To hell with you all. I shall be remembered as a hero who died to rescue his people,” I yelled.
“No one shall remember even your accursed name. We’ll tell everyone who knew you that you killed Erzsébet for her money. Esență, just like she wanted, will still be made. Erzsébet’s people shall live, and she shall bear their sins even from beyond the grave,” the priest told me, then ordered the men to remove the heavy lid.
“Damn you all,” my final words as I gracefully accepted my fate.
With my hands tied, I assumed a fetal position to fit in, and once they put the lid back, darkness filled up the tight space. I could see no more; I could hear no more. Even the unnerving voices of those who had just condemned me were now nothing but undesirable memories. My heart raced; fear gripped my being; and I drifted out of consciousness.
The next thing I knew was waking up in a forest with crooked trees. “Where am I? What happened?” I screamed, but only my own echo answered. I looked around and saw the rope they used to tie my hands thrown next to me. Its sight terrified me, so I ran until I found my way out of the forest, only to witness a more petrifying scene. I heard loud noises and saw horseless carriages and wagons made of steel speeding through gray roads flanked by giant structures with numerous windows.
People wore colorful, unsoiled garments unlike any I had seen before and stared constantly at small talking boxes they held in their hands. Little people and images often appeared on these magical things. Everyone looked clean, had white teeth, and spoke in a strange dialect I surprisingly could fully understand.
“For how long was I asleep?” I asked myself. “Where am I? Is this the land of eternity?”
I roamed around for hours, tolerating the unkind looks of the strangers among whom I had just found myself. An elderly woman smiled at me and gave me a small, colorful piece of cloth.
“Erzsébet?” I asked her.
“Do you know where the village of Erzsébet is?”
Sadness emerged in her eyes. She gave me another colorful piece of cloth and muttered something about intemperance.
I nodded at her.
“Do you understand me?” asked the woman.
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re slurring your words. Are you high?”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean ‘high’?”
She shook her head in disappointment. “Doamne ajută (God help you).” She left.
I walked aimlessly until I was worn out, so I sought shelter under a tree and closed my eyes.
A man dressed in blue shook me awake and mumbled something. He was broad-shouldered and had an imposing figure—just like Laszlo. He wore a thick vest that not even the sharpest of daggers could penetrate. And on his sleeve, letters were embroidered that spelled “Poliţia Locală Cluj-Napoca.”
Terror crossed my being.
He pulled a small box out of his pocket and spoke into it. Minutes later, a steel horseless carriage arrived, and a man and a woman wrapped in white garments emerged from it. They put small ropes and things made of metal on me before assaulting my eyes and face with a small rod that emitted yellow light. The woman addressed the two men, grabbed me kindly by the arm, and accompanied me to the wagon. There, she pierced the skin of my forearm with something like a long sewing needle, withdrew blood, and filled a small bottle.
“You must take these immediately.” She gave me a handful of small black grains and a thin white glass of clean water.
I complied. Suddenly, my eyelids became heavy, and I was forced down under.
I came to on a steel bed with a comfortable, thick mattress situated in the middle of a small, warm, clean room. Everything was so white, the walls, the bedding, the curtains, and the robe they must have had dressed me in after I passed out.
More people wrapped in white would frequently come in, smile at me, and give me more small grains to swallow with water. They would regularly inquire about my moods and health and stab me with needles to obtain more blood and store it in small tubes. Soup, rice, fruits, and pieces of meat were brought to me twice a day by a kind-spirited old woman.
After three days, a young woman dressed in green gave me some warm clothes. They were clean, colorful, and full of buttons and seams—just like the ones worn in that strange town.
“Please wear these. The doctor would like to see you.” She turned her back at me.
I got dressed, and she took me to another room.
“Welcome, welcome, Gregory,” a well-kempt man in his thirties told me. His carefully trimmed beard, clean face, and coiffed light brown hair all made him look like royalty. “Please take a seat.” He pointed at a chair situated opposite a big, wooden table on which rested a big square box with ropes coming out of it and going into a hole in the wall.
Once I sat, he went behind the table, rested on a throne-like chair, and continued, “It’s been three days now. I can’t keep you longer than this because you’re uninsured. Three days is the maximum. Was it up to me, I would keep you here until you’re clean.”
“What do you mean? I’m already clean. I never committed any evil.”
“My name is Gergely.”
“No, it’s Gregory. I know you’re not schizophrenic, delusional, or mentally ill. You’ve got an addiction to hypnotics. Every month or so, they bring you here because you overdose on your sleeping pills and tell us the most fantastic stories about medieval Romania, demons, darkness, black magic, etc. Sometimes, addicts, like you, come up with the most bizarre explanations to justify their behavior, Gregory.”
“I told you my name is Gergely,” I rebuked him and then told him my entire story.
“Well, that’s fascinating. You should write that. You should use your fantasies and hypnotics-fueled deliriums to create stories, not to continue avoiding addiction therapy. You should find a way to get into rehab. You’re still young, and there’re so many ways to get off them. You’re playing Russian roulette with your life.”
“My story is not an illusion. Everything I told you is real.”
He let out a harsh breath. “I wish you were insured. I could then keep you longer and force you into treatment. But because the state covers a maximum of three days if there’re no criminal issues resulting from your drug abuse, I have to let you go.” He twisted his mouth, then stroked his chin. “I can jog your memory if you don’t remember what happened the first time the ambulance brought you here?”
“I was never here before. I’ve never known this accursed town in my life.”
“We called the police to identify you. They went to your last known address to retrieve your ID. Your name’s Gregory. You’re a twenty-five-year-old Romanian citizen born and raised in Cluj-Napoca, and you’re addicted to hypnotics. You’ve never been employed since you graduated from the School of Pharmacology. My guess is that you got addicted during your time there.”
“Lies! Everything you’re telling me is a lie. You’re just like Erzsébet! You must—”
He threw a dismissive hand wave at me and continued, “I’ve evaluated you several times. The other doctors did so as well. Again, you’re not mentally ill. You’re not schizophrenic. You’re just inventing stories and acting up to escape reality and avoid dealing with your addiction. You know you’re lying, and I surely know that. You need treatment. There’re so many charities here in the city; some of them pay for the entire treatment if you show the will and commitment to getting clean—”
“I told you I’m clean!” I shouted.
“Okay.” He cocked his head to the side. “Here you go.” He gave me some snow-white, thin parchments and a tube filled with ink. “You usually ask for a pen and some papers before we release you.” He handed me a small white parchment bearing fancy inscriptions. “That’s your release note. You’re free to go.”
My eyes were fixed on him.
“You’re free to go,” he repeated and pointed at the door.
I escaped that damned building through a magical glass gate that opened and closed on its own. After multiple failed attempts, I finally made it back to the forest with the crooked trees. I sat down under one and penned down this manuscript. I tore the sleeves of my new garment, wrapped the white parchments, dug a shallow pit, and buried them.
To whoever uncovers this, I leave the burden of telling my story, the tale of a man who was forgotten in a pit of darkness, a perpetual outsider who belonged neither to the realm of dreams nor to the hostile territories of reality.
Now, I must look for the rope I left behind and put it to good use.

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As a snow storm blanketed Pennsylvania, the 27-year-old balladeer Woody Guthrie stood unsheltered on a roadside alone, caught in winter’s fury. He was hungry, broke and thought he might well freeze to death before he would ever make it to New York City. A kindly forest ranger picked up the desperate hitchhiker, gave him hospitality for the night and helped to ensure that Guthrie would make it to the Big Apple. Woody had been invited to that metropolis by his good friend, the actor Will Geer who was then starring in a theatrical version of Erskine Caldwell’s “Tobacco Road.” He was sure that Guthrie and his music would impress many in “the leftist artists’ scene.” Geer was right.
In the course of Guthrie’s journey eastward from Texas, he heard over and over Irving Berlin’s rousing “God Bless America.” Originally written in 1918, Berlin rewrote it in 1938, when it was sung by Kate Smith. It was a ubiquitous staple playing on juke boxes and radios. Guthrie was infuriated by the piece. Its lyrics were a stirring paean to a sanitized America, which overlooked the bleak horrors and devastation that had been visited upon millions of citizens during the harrowing years of the Great Depression. He decided that he would compose his own anthem in response to Berlin’s. “This Land Is Your Land,” written in 1940, would portray America in a different light.
Guthrie and Berlin are the two iconic musicians whose lives and respective works pervade “This Land That I Love,” penned with erudition and affection by Seattle’s own John Shaw. An accomplished song writer and performer himself, Shaw resonates with his two legendary subjects as well as with a lively salmagundi of other composers, musicians, minstrels and personalities who populate his marvelous narrative. The result is a colorful cento of Americana chock-a-block with vibrant vignettes and fascinating pieces of little-known history.
There is the story of Francis Scott Key, who in 1814 wrote the “The Star Spangled Banner.” He was actually aboard an enemy British ship from which he watched the bombardment of Fort McHenry. As a lawyer, Key was attempting to obtain the release of a friend who was a captive of the Brits. When dawn broke, and it was obvious the Americans had withstood the attack, Key wrote his poem. Another choice factoid involves the fiddler Dan Emmett who wrote “Dixie,” the unofficial anthem of the Confederacy. Emmett was a fervent opponent of the South’s rebellion and is supposed to have said, “If I had known to what use they were going to put my song, I will be damned if I’d have written it.”
Of Guthrie’s determination to compose his counter-anthem Shaw writes: “Some people say that it was when he was freezing on the side of the road that he started thinking about writing a rebuttal, a song that would give vent to his leftist politics.” Despite Guthrie’s countervailing perspective, he and Berlin actually had much more in common than would appear at first blush. Although he had already been a huge success by the time Guthrie was born, Berlin was no stranger to hard times and destitution. In Russia, his Jewish family had been victimized by hideous pogroms. He had known poverty and homelessness as a young immigrant in the United States. For Berlin, America was a genuine refuge that gave him the opportunity to achieve artistic greatness. His stirring anthem is his heartfelt thank you.
In 1931 the United States adopted “The Star Spangled Banner” as the nation’s official anthem. The tune was taken from a song popular in the latter part of the 18th century entitled “To Anacreon in Heaven.” Anacreon was an ancient Greek poet who waxed rhapsodic about love, wine and good times. It was the song of an English gentlemen’s club, the Anacreontic Society of London, and booze and debauchery were the themes. The voice of Anacreon sings: “And besides I’ll instruct you, like me, to entwine/The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine.”
Other American anthems have emerged throughout our history and have been sung at ceremonies and celebrations: “My Country ‘Tis of Thee,” “America the Beautiful,” “Hail Columbia” and the African-American anthem “Lift Every Voice and Sing.” Shaw notes that they “reflect the shifts in our vision and values over time as our history has confronted us with ever-changing circumstances. All are fascinating songs with their own unlikely histories, their own surprising stories to tell.”
Irving Berlin’s career was remarkable. He was 101 years of age when he died in 1989. Of his voluminous musical oeuvre many are classic American standards. “Alexander’s Rag Time Band” was his first big hit in 1911. Songs like “Putting on the Ritz,” “There’s No Business Like Show Business,” “Cheek to Cheek” and “White Christmas” are known to just about every American.
Guthrie would precede Berlin in death by almost 22 years. By the mid 1950s he was incapacitated by Huntington’s disease. His son Arlo reflected on the irony of his father’s big success coming when he could not react in any way due to his physical impairment: “He’s sitting there in a mental hospital, and he knows what’s going on, and he can’t say anything or tell anyone how he feels. It’s Shakespearean.” Woody Guthrie died in 1967 at 55.
“This Land That I Love” is a fine work written in an easygoing and appealing style. Shaw takes the reader on an exhilarating tour of the rich and multifaceted legacy of American song. It is sure to appeal to all who love good music and lively well crafted history.


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Ferdinand and Otto Gottfried were true Englewood pioneers. Ferd arrived in Grove City in 1893 and found employment for a short time helping build the early wooden hotel in Grove City, the Tarpon Inn.
He learned about two railroad surveys that had been made and decided to buy 30 acres of property near where the proposed railroad was to come through. The property bordered Deer Creek, which was eventually renamed Gottfried Creek due to the fact the Gottfried family established their homestead and farm on it. The location today would be best described as the area behind Merchants Crossing Shopping Center.
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text: NYC was spared the brunt of the big January snowstorm. Approximately eight inches coated the city streets and roads, easily shoveled aside. Tuesday was pleasant with no wind and milder temperature. Central Park was a site of active sledding and fun play. So many great colors - lime green, yellow, red, hot pink, blue, and orange - glamorized the park like Day-Glo against the white snow background.


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The Stoneboat Bar has that friendly, “everybody knows your name” atmosphere that makes a visit to this family pub, just south of Dublin city centre on Sundrive Road in Kimmage, an authentically Irish experience.
The Staff are not only friendly and would go out of their way to do anything for you; they know everyone and their stories. The pub is divided into a lounge and a bar area, with a function room upstairs which is the local venue of choice for everything from birthdays to christenings.
Big screen TVs in the lounge are permanently set to Sky Sports, and when a big match or race is on, The Boat gets pretty raucous. It can be quite busy on a Friday or Saturday night, but most days there’s no problems with getting a table. The Atmosphere in the Stoneboat really excels. It’s such a friendly place, people there are interesting, and interested. Go there once and you’ll meet all sorts of characters. Go there twice, and it’ll be like catching up with old friends.
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Town-gown relationships are like marriages
What if you had a marriage that was arranged by others, which could not be ended, but that you had to make work regardless of how you felt about your partner?
That, in a nutshell, is the relationship between a college campus and the community that surrounds it. The vows that state “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health,” and so on, need not ever be said out loud between these partners. They are an applied fact of life for any city or town containing an institution of higher education in its midst. As the college or university goes, so goes the community, and the opposite is just as true.
This is an arranged marriage, and one with little prospects of divorce proceedings that would ever permanently disconnect the partners from each other. And while the prospect of an arranged marriage with no opportunity for divorce may seem unappealing in a marriage between people, many universities and towns make it work quite well.
As dean of The Ohio State University’s Mansfield regional campus, I’ve done a lot of thinking about the relationships between universities and the cities where they live, and connecting these relationships to my own research interests in family dynamics. As I examined the scientific literature, I discovered that town-gown relationships and marriages share a lot in common. In a recent article in the journal “Innovative Higher Education,” two colleagues and I identified four main types of “town-gown marriages.” These four types are based on two separate — yet related — dimensions that matter most in terms of understanding the different ways campuses and communities relate to one another. The first of the two dimensions involves the level of comfort between the higher education and community partners. The second dimension centers on the level of effort or energy that is required to maintain the present state of the town-gown relationship.
Moving this work out of the ivory tower and into a more practical realm, OSU-Mansfield has partnered with North Central State College in creating a survey that measures the twin concepts of effort and comfort levels by directly asking campus and community partners about their perceptions of each other.
The initial survey includes residents and employees of Mansfield, Ontario and Shelby. If you live or work in these towns nearest campus, we ask that you please take a moment to complete the online survey, which can be found at: www.go.osu.edu/osumsurvey. The survey takes three to five minutes to complete and consists of clicking on a series of choices. We ask that you complete the survey at any time between May 12 and May 30.
It is our belief that viewing town-gown relationships through a marital lens can be both illuminating and useful for higher education administrators and municipal leaders who wish to take the steps necessary to improve their collaborative efforts. Increased amounts of shared activities that seek common goals make up the bridal path toward greater levels of comfort and cooperation. Although no diamond band is involved, these are the sorts of ongoing courtship efforts that quickly and efficiently lead toward a more “engaged” campus and community.
Stephen M. Gavazzi is dean and director of The Ohio State University at Mansfield and a professor of human sciences.
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PROSPECT HARBOR — Two kayakers died and one was rescued Wednesday in the waters off Prospect Harbor. The victims and survivor were recovered approximately half way between Cranberry Point in Gouldsboro and Petit Manan Island, according to Maine Marine Patrol reports. The victims were wearing t-shirts and shorts, . All members of the party were wearing life jackets.
The names of the victims have not yet been released.
The Coast Guard, Maine Marine Patrol and several good Samaritans had been searching for the three missing kayakers since about 6:30 p.m., when Coast Guard Sector Northern New England in Portland received a report from a woman claiming her husband and two others went kayaking and did not return at 4:30 p.m. as planned. The kayakers reportedly put in at Corea around 1 p.m.
A brief summer squall hit the area late Wednesday afternoon. According to the surviving member of the party, the trio encountered rough seas at some point during their day trip, likely caused by the passing weather front. The waves, reportedly three to five feet high, caused all three kayaks to capsize in the approximately fifty-two degree water.
A 47-foot motor life boat crew from Coast Guard Station Southwest Harbor and a MH-60 Jayhawk helicopter air crew from Air Station Cape Cod launched. The Marine Patrol and several good Samaritans joined the search.
At about 8 p.m., a local lobster fisherman located one of the kayakers clinging to the hull of an overturned kayak. She was reportedly hypothermic and unable to speak. The 47-foot motor life boat crew transferred her from the lobster boat to awaiting emergency medical services at Prospect Harbor. She was then transported to Eastern Maine Medical Center in Bangor, where she is recovering.
At about 8:38 p.m., another lobster fisherman found the second kayaker, who was unresponsive. They transferred him to paramedics at Prospect Harbor where he was later pronounced dead.
At approximately 10 p.m. the third victim, a 54 year old male, was located by another fisherman. Maine Marine Patrol personnel recovered the third victim who was also pronounced dead at the scene. He was transported to paramedics at Prospect Harbor where he was also pronounced dead.
The two deceased individuals have been transported to the Medical Examiner’s office in Augusta for an autopsy.
“This is a very tragic outcome,” said Kenneth Stuart, the command duty officer at Sector North New England. “We deeply appreciate the efforts of those local boaters who assisted tonight and we’ll be working to determine what happened and how to prevent such accidents from occurring in the future.”
The investigation into the cause of the incident is ongoing and involves the Marine Patrol and the Coast Guard. This story will be updated as more details become available.


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|Prince Rupert's former Presbyterian Church on 4th Ave East
will serve as the launchpad next week for local efforts in
aid of potential Ukrainian refugee relocation to the North Coast
As the Russian military continues to wage Vladimir Putin's war on Ukraine, media reports have continued to highlight the growing refugee situation as mostly, the elderly, women and children make their way away from the Russian attack to safer refuge in neighbouring counties.The prospect of an extended stay away from their homes is now providing for planning for nations around the world to accept those looking for safety, with Premier Horgan just last week noting of some efforts underway in British Columbia.
John Farrell, who was part of the Rupert Syrian Relief program locally a few years ago, has posted a notice through his Social media feed that outlines how the local project in aid of Ukraine is coming together.
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So far, they don't appear to have any form of a Social media presence in place towards sharing information and keeping potential helpers up to speed on events.
That all could change by next week following their introductory session on March 23rd at the former Presbyterian Church on 4th Avenue East at 6:30 PM
We will keep an eye out for more information on their efforts as they update their plans.
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Michigan State showed precious little fight or aggression for three and a half hours on Saturday night in Ann Arbor as Jim Harbaugh notched his first victory over Mel Tucker. These two programs appear to be on diverging trajectories. One has reason for optimism, having made the College Football Playoff last year and currently carrying an undefeated victory while eyeballing a chance to make it two straight against Ohio State. The other has more questions than answers and are in danger of unraveling.
Things got worse optically for the Spartans in the one tunnel Michigan Stadium features during the postgame as two Wolverines players were involved in incidents with several Spartans. Video of whatever this was — a fight seems inaccurate and misleading — immediately went viral. It's extremely difficult to tell exactly what went on. However partisan you'd like to slice it, it appears some players crossed the line from normal pushing and shoving and helped themselves to free shots. When it's one-on-10, it's incumbent on the overwhelming party to resolve the incident without gratuitous and unnecessary overreaction.
Harbaugh and Michigan athletic director Warde Manuel were understandably pissed and local authorities are investigating alongside the Big Ten. Even as an unabashed MSU homer, the only reasonable conclusion to draw is that some sort of punishment is needed. Whatever proceeded the physicality is immaterial. So too is a less-than-ideal layout that puts opposing teams in such proximity with intensified emotions.
The loser energy is immense. Michigan was far more dominant than the 29-7 final score suggests and the coaching disparity was stark and embarrassing. This rivalry is extremely weird and has been dominated for a decade and a half by the less talented and revered program, yet it would take immense mental gymnastics to believe that is going to continue. Seeing this type of spirit would have been nice when it was allowed instead of when it's frowned upon.
People are overreacting when it comes to Tucker and his $95 million contract. These past two years should serve as a testament to how wildly the pendulum can swing in college football with unchecked free agency. Yet this team is lifeless and undisciplined between the hashmarks in addition to within hallways. It's earned every bit of criticism and jokes aimed in its direction.
Those who went home happy were also not on their best behavior as one Michigan supporter denied Tucker his dignity by treating him like an animal in a petting zoo.
Not a huge revelation or insight here, but all of this sucks. It mars one of the best rivalries out there that's at its best when everyone is tip-toeing the line without crossing it.
State lost in every imaginable way last night, only pretending to be strong when the fight wasn't fair. They find themselves at an unpleasant crossroads. We'll see how serious Tucker is by how serious he is in meting out proactive punishment and sending the message that this behavior is not acceptable. We'll see how serious he is if two grossly overmatched and dull coordinators return next year. Perhaps the best thing to do is to own the multiple L's and have them serve as a much-needed dose of reality and self-reflection.
I'm more optimistic than a lot of people, but damn, it's hard to find any shining light in these dark clouds.


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Digital computer monitoring and restart circuit Patent #: 4072852
AbstractPerformance monitor apparatus is adapted to monitor various computer program events such as the length of time required to execute a particular program, the number of times a particular program or instruction sequence is executed during some predetermined period, etc. The apparatus includes a buffer for receiving an instruction data word from a data processor and for temporarily storing the data word, a register having a plurality of bistable elements each of which is adapted to produce either a first or second output signal in response to receipt of a first or second operation signal respectively and receipt of a select signal, a select logic circuit for applying a select signal to a particular bistable element identified by certain bits of the instruction data word stored in the buffer, and an operation logic circuit for supplying to the bistable elements either a first or second operation signal as determined by certain other bits of the instruction data word stored in the buffer. Each bistable element represents a different event or occurrence in a computer program being monitored and the signals produced by the bistable elements indicate the nature of the monitoring operation to be performed. The signals are supplied to timing and counting apparatus which then either measures the time over which the signals are produced or increments a count in response to receiving the signals.


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1 BR with Loft Bedroom, Ski-in/Ski-Out-Aspen, Colorado
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- Minimum stay:2-5 nights
- Pets allowed:No
- Wheel chair accessible:No
This is a TWO (2) Bedroom condo- a master bedroom with a queen bed and a loft bedroom with a full size bed. The maximum occupancy is Four (4) people.
Location location location!
You're footsteps away from the heart of downtown Aspen but you're right at the edge of Aspen Mountain in the tree tops. This spectacular top floor condo features 23' high Cathedral ceilings with a view of Aspen Mountain. You have a private balcony where you can enjoy a morning cup of coffee while watching the hummingbirds in the summer or the chickadees in the winter. A one block walk takes you to lift 1A or a quick ski down the forest trail gets you right to the Gondola. But the true value for this Condo is the *style*. The furnishings are Noguchi, Castiglioni, Saarinen (Knoll) and Venge finish furnishings. The luxury doesn't stop there, the queen size bed in the Master bedroom is a Stearns and Foster and the bedding is Egyptian cotton with a 300+ thread count. You'll feel you've stepped back into Aspen's golden age of skiing with the best of the late 1950s early 1960s. I'm only sorry I can't offer you 1960's lift prices :-)
There are 3 flat screen TVs (one in the living area, one in the master bedroom and one in the loft). The true entertainment is right outside the window where you can watch the wildlife and the skiers.
Half a block away is the St. Regis with a Fitness Center- although you may prefer to take your exercise skiing or hiking right outside your door. You can walk down to Ruby Park and catch the bus to the our other 3 ski mountains, the Music Tent, Maroon Bells, or the Glenwood Hot Springs and Spa.
Did I mention value? This is a deluxe TWO (2) Bedroom condo- a master bedroom with a queen bed and a loft bedroom with a full size bed, spectacular views of Aspen Mountain, a full kitchen, private balcony, jacuzzi, heated pool and one block away from the lift 1A. Please compare but please don't ask me for a discount. This is already 50-75% less than comparable properties. Nope, no last minute discounts either if it's not rented *I'm* going skiing .....
All rates do not include City of Aspen lodging tax.
Spring off season (from lifts closing till Memorial Day weekend) $180 per night (weekly rate $1120 for 7 nights) minimum 5 night stay for off season.
Summer season (Memorial Day weekend- Labor Day weekend) $260 per night (weekly rate $1680 for 7 nights)
Fall off season (after Labor Day weekend- lifts opening) $200 per night (weekly rate $1260 for 7 nights) minimum 3 night stay for off season.
Winter season (while the lifts are open) $360 per night (weekly rate $2310 for 7 nights)
Christmas - New Years week $2800 per week $425 per night
If you need a bigger unit please visit my other listing and consider combining the two units.
Disclaimers: This is a third floor unit and there is no elevator, it is a no pets non smoking rental, there is no childproofing in this unit, there is a maximum 4 person occupancy.
Daily maid service is provided upon request for an additional fee. There will be a 11.1% City of Aspen lodging tax on all rentals under one month. A damage deposit is also required with the final payment. We accept Credit Cards and PayPal.
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- 3 story
- On floor 3
- 700 sq. ft.
- Vacation Rental
- Guests Provide Their Own Meals
- Limited Accessibility
- Non Smoking Only
- Pets Not Allowed
- 2 Bedrooms, Sleeps 4, Beds for 2-4
- Bedroom 1
- Bedroom 2
- Queen size Beds (1), Full Beds (1)
- 1.0 Bathrooms, 1 Half Bathrooms
- Bathroom 1
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- Iron & Board
- Towels Provided
- ski and bike storage closet
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- Shared Hot Tub
Pool & Spa
- Heated Pool
- Communal Pool
Location & View
- Hot Air Ballooning
- Mountain Climbing
- Whitewater Rafting
- Ski Privileges Optional
- Equestrian Events
- Fly Fishing
- Hunting Big Game
- Hunting Small Game
- Ice Skating
- Mountain Biking
- Cross Country Skiing
- Rock Climbing
- Medical Services
- Live Theater
- Health/Beauty Spa
- Horseback Riding
- Miniature Golf
- Roller Blading
- Wildlife Viewing
- Scenic Drives
- Sight Seeing
- Bird Watching
- Eco Tourism
- Fitness Center
- Massage Therapist
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Excellent Condo and Great Location
Excellent Condo and Great Location
Very nice condo with modern furniture and look, yet a taste of "Aspen" with the old wooden cabinets. We really enjoyed our stay, as we felt comfortable with luxuries in the condo (very clean, nice linens, pool, hot tub), yet was not overly done. Would definitely stay here again. Only reason I gave four stars instead of 5 is due to a little bit of layout of condo (sliding doors on master bedroom instead of "true" door, only shower required walking through master bed, loft was very "open" as far as sound). Otherwise, would have given 5 stars (would have liked to have given 4.5 stars here!). Ziska was very easy to work with and very professional. Loked at a couple of places and this was not always the case. Trusted working with her and was more than happy when she came to meet us at the condo even though we arrived late (she even offered to help carry some of our stuff in). Location is excellent and only about two blocks from Wagner Field and downtown. Location really topped it off for us, as you could walk to and from in only a matter of minutes. (Very close to skiing as well, though we came in summer/fall) Loft bedroom is a bit "open", as can hear everything in rest of apt, but it worked great for our situation of two couples. Only one shower (have to walk through master bed) works, though it would have been nice to have second shower outside of walking through bedroom. Overall, we really enjoyed our stay, liked and would recommend this condo to others, especially for great location.
- Guest Keith M.
- Date of stay 09/14/12
- Review Submitted 09/19/12
The perfect place in Aspen
The perfect place in Aspen
Our stay in Aspen was great. The apartment is an ideal base for skiing and going downtown. We were only steps away from everything we needed: gondola, restaurants and shopping. We enjoyed the presentation of the apartment with simple but elegant furniture with a contemporay mountain atmosphere, and we loved the beautiful south position facing the mountains. We such enjoyed our stay that we already booked the apartment for 1 month in February/ March 2013. We are a French couple living in St Barth in the Caribbean and Aspen is our perfect choice for our winter vacations. And the skiing conditions are superb....
- Guest Ghislaine
- Date of stay 03/01/12
- Review Submitted 04/24/12
Recommended for: Age 55+, tourists without a car, romantic getaway.
Good Location. Close to downtown and Aspen Ski resort. Apartment was Dirty. All over covered with Animal/Human Hair. Apartment smelled from animals. Furniture was dirty and worn out. We had to leave the apartment due to unacaptabel conditions and animal allergy. Owner was very helpful finding a new apartment. Full prepaid rent of the apartment was refunded.
- Guest P from Luzern
- Date of stay 01/15/12
- Review Submitted 01/25/12
Owner response: I realize that nothing I write will nullify a bad review; however I ask any prospective Guest to please consider one aspect on which we both agree- if you have a complaint I will do everything possible to rectify the situation and make your stay in Aspen a pleasant one. I regret that these gentlemen did not find the apartment acceptable and refunded their money in full- gave them a free night- charged no cleaning fees (every sheet and towel had to be re-laundered) and worked for 3 hours to find them alternate housing when the town was almost booked to capacity (Gay Ski Week). I was under no obligation to do any of the above. They write that the place was not clean. I have receipts from the professional carpet shampooing service which had cleaned both the carpet and the furniture just prior to their visit. I personally spent from 7am to 4pm cleaning on the day they arrived- including washing all the towels and the sheets (yes, I do the duvet covers as well fro every new rental). The first email complaint which I received from these gentlemen included a threat of legal action from their (non-US) attorney. (AT&T dropped their messages to my cel) I would have offered to try and rectify any situation which they found unacceptable but after they assumed that they had to pursue legal action I did not wish to have them as guests in my home for one moment longer than necessary. I do not wish to host anyone who does not love my apartment as much as I do. I had to retrieve my keys from their next innkeeper. According to that innkeeper they complained about their next rental as well. I only have the innkeepers word for that, but I believe them.
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We have enjoyed Aspen and your condo very much. The place itself is great, the location wonderful and so convenient. Thank you for your hospitality.
- Guest Mary Bee Petot
- Date of stay 07/30/09
- Review Submitted 06/09/10
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One third deposit to reserve. Remainder due no later than 14 days prior to arrival. Full refund of deposit 90 prior to arrival. Should your plans change less than 90 days prior to arrival a refund will only be issued with a replacement booking for the same or better rate.
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- Nearest Airport: Aspen Airport at 3 Miles
- Nearest Train: Glenwood Springs at 40 Miles
- Nearest Motorway: Highway 82 at 0.03 Miles
- Nearest Barpub: Belly Up at Fifth Avenue
- Nearest Ski: Aspen Mountain at Fifth Avenue
- Nearest Golf: Aspen Golf Course at 1 Miles
- Nearest Restaurant: Montegna at Fifth Avenue
Year Purchased: 1968
About the owner: Hi! Welcome to my Aspen Condominium rentals. I'm a Scenic Artist which means I paint backgrounds for film and theatre. I paint most of these in my studio in Carbondale located just down valley from Aspen.
Why the Owner Chose Fifth Avenue:
I've always loved Aspen. My family moved here in 1968 and what made it special then is what makes it special now. It's a small town with a Cosmopolitan attitude. Come visit Aspen, especially in the off season, and see what the magic of this valley is all about.
The Unique Benefits at this Condo:
Location, Location, Location- and *style*. The views from this top floor unit are just breath taking. I once saw a bald eagle fly straight from Aspen Mountain past the 20' Western windows. It was close enough to touch! That's what is special in a nutshell. You're right on the edge of the National forest and you're also just footsteps away from world class shopping, dining, entertainment and skiing.
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23' Cathedral ceilings and living room
Saarinen womb chair by the lichen rock fireplace
upstairs loft bedroom with flat screen tv
Energy saving Bosch Washing Machine
half bath in the loft bedroom
view from the private balcony of Aspen Mountain ski-in ski-out
heated pool and jacuzzi for the condo
Cathedral ceiling in living room with flat screen TV and lichenrock fireplace
Noguchi sofa, Castiglioni arco lamp, Knoll "womb chair", view from loft bedroom
master bedroom with queen bed and vintage Berko photos of Aspen in the 1950s
Loft bedroom with full size bed
master bath with double sinks
Kitchen, wusthof knives, all-clad cookware, microwave, side by side fridge
ground plan for the condo
the fifth avenue condos and Aspen Mountain in the fall
Kitchen area with Saarinen Tulip table and chairs
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BY RAUL GARCIA
DONNA — Fresh off scoring her 100th career goal, Donna North’s Gabriela Aviles continued her hot streak Friday, netting seven goals more in a win over Edinburg Economedes.
“It’s a big deal here in the Rio Grande Valley. There have been very few soccer players that have reached that number,” Donna North head coach Tony Garcia said. “For Gabby to reach that now in her junior year only two games into district, that speaks volumes for the type of skills that she has.”
On the opening kickoff against Edinburg Economedes, Donna North quickly shot the ball down field to feed Aviles, who scored in transition to break open a scoreless tie during the 39th minute. Aviles went on to score six more goals to carry Donna North to a 9-1 victory at home.
Aviles has scored 29 goals this season as Donna North stands at 10-7-1 overall and 3-0 in District 31-6A competition.
“She’s fast, she’s very fast, and once she gets going she’s got wings,” Garcia said.
Coming into the season, Aviles didn’t know how far away she was from reaching the scoring milestone, other than she was close to that mark.
Against Edinburg North on Feb. 4, Aviles unknowingly hit the century mark with her game-winning goal.
“My teammate passed it to me, and the defender went the other way and I shot it and it went in,” Aviles said. “It was just amazing, and it was a good feeling.”
The record goal came on her 17th birthday, adding to the celebration.
“We were ecstatic,” Garcia said. “She didn’t even know how many goals she had until after the game when I told her, ‘Guess what? This is your 100th goal.’ It was a big win. We went to their place and beat last year’s District 31-6A champs.”
Her score released 72 minutes of pressure when Donna North gained the upper hand after Aviles got in front to the defense and scored off a pass from teammate Nancy Espino.
“I didn’t know what number I was at,” Aviles said. “I was a little off in the game against Edinburg North, but I told myself I just need one goal because it could win the game.”
With time winding down, she scored what turned out to be the game-clinching goal in a 1-0 win over Edinburg North. Aviles credits her teammates for setting up scoring opportunities, as well as her father, Alfonso, who began coaching her at an early age.
“They play a big role in me scoring because if it wasn’t for them getting me the ball, then I wouldn’t be able to put it away,” Aviles said. “And my dad started playing soccer with me outside our house, and at 8 years old he decided to put me on a soccer team.”
The first goals she recalls putting away came during a scrimmage. In that match, Aviles netted two goals —one to tie the score and the next to take the lead and control of the game. Although those scores didn’t count toward her official career marks, it proved to her coach that she could make a difference on the varsity team.
By her sophomore season, Aviles was named team captain.
Aviles’ most memorable game came when Donna North rallied from a 3-0 deficit in the first round of the 2019 playoffs to force penalty kicks. Donna North wound up losing 4-3 to a Harlingen South team that eventually reached the third round of the playoffs.
“Going into the second period we needed to turn it around,” Aviles said. “I scored the first two goals and that made us feel we had a chance.”
Espino, her teammate, scored the third goal of that contest.
Only one other Donna North soccer player has reached 100 goals. Elizabeth Reyes holds the Donna North school record for most career goals scored with 144 netted in four years. The two played together during Aviles’ freshman year. That’s when Reyes, a senior, helped Donna North reach the third round of the playoffs, where they eventually lost to Gregory Portland.
“We are extremely proud of Gabby’s accomplishment, and we are not going to take any of our games lightly,” Garcia said. “She is a team player and she is going to go all out for her team and we are all thankful for the player that she is. She is an amazing girl and we’re lucky she is just a junior.”
Aside from soccer, Aviles competes on the basketball team, track team and volleyball team. She’s also on the cheerleading squad, National Honor Society and student council.
“It takes a lot of practice, and also relying on your teammates that they are going to get you the ball and do their job so I can do mine,” Aviles said. “My goal is to get better every year.”

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In a large pot, melt the butter over medium-high heat. Add the pancetta and cook until the fat is rendered, about 4 minutes. Add the leeks, onions, salt, pepper, and thyme, and cook, stirring, until the vegetables are very soft but not colored, 5 to 6 minutes. Add the roasted garlic and stir well to incorporate. Add the wine, bring to a boil, and cook, stirring, until the wine is nearly all evaporated, about 3 minutes. Add the stock and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer, stirring occasionally, until the vegetables are very soft and the soup is slightly thickened, 20 to 30 minutes. Add cubes of bread to thicken, if desired, and then blend with an immersion blender. Add the cream, parsley, and lemon juice and simmer for 5 minutes. Adjust the seasoning to taste.
Meanwhile, preheat the oven to 400 degrees F.
Place the sliced bread on a baking sheet and bake on both sides until just crisp and light golden brown, about 5 minutes per side. Remove from the oven. Rub one side of each with the cut garlic clove. In a small bowl, mash the cheese with the oil and spread 1 tablespoon of the mixture on top of each crouton. Return to the oven and bake until the cheese is melted, about 5 minutes.
To serve, ladle the soup into bowls and top each serving with 2 cheese croutons, Garnish with chopped chives and serve hot.
Yield:About 1/2 cup
Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or aluminum foil.
Cut the top quarter from each head of garlic and place, cut side up, on the prepared baking sheet. Drizzle the oil lightly over the cut garlic tops, and sprinkle with the salt and pepper. Turn the garlic cut side down, and roast until the cloves are soft and golden brown, about 1 hour.
Remove from the oven and let sit until cool enough to handle. Squeeze each head of garlic, gently pressing with your fingers to expel the cloves into a bowl. Stir the garlic with a rubber spatula to blend thoroughly. Use as needed, or store refrigerated in an airtight container.
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Re: [Qemu-discuss] Is x86_64 emulation on ARM much slower than x86 emula
Re: [Qemu-discuss] Is x86_64 emulation on ARM much slower than x86 emulation?
Fri, 23 Feb 2018 14:43:29 +0000
On 23 February 2018 at 07:56, Johannes Riecken
> I don't know if this is the appropriate place to ask, but I noticed that
> upcoming Windows 10 ARM PCs running on Snapdragon 835 only support 32-bit
> emulation for x86. Could that be because the performance of x86_64 machine
> code dynamically binary translated to ARMv8 is too poor?
That looks like a 64-bit Arm CPU, so QEMU will happily run
both 32-bit and 64-bit x86 guest code on it in both system emulation
and linux-user emulation modes.
If you're asking specifically about limitations in whatever Microsoft's
x86 emulation is, you'd need to ask Microsoft about that, since
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When a person comes to therapy, they are often feeling down or lonely. They may not feel connected to their partner or they may feel as if they are lacking optimism about their relationship or the world. I am passionate about helping people find hope and to create strong bonds in their relationships. I work with individuals, couples, groups and families. I have experience working with people who are experiencing addiction and codependency. I have also worked with people who have been incarcerated, as well as those who live with chronic pain. I also help people navigate through the difficult waters of trauma and infidelity.
I earned my Master of Sciences in Marriage and Family Therapy from the University of Phoenix and am an experienced clinician working in Colorado since 2013. I use a variety of treatments, including Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) and Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT) in order to help clients reach their goals.
I am a Colorado native, as well as a wife and mother of twins, as well as a special needs child. I am passionate about helping clients, and particularly couples, navigate having a special needs child, and the specific complexities that type of diagnosis can bring. I am a nationally recognized volunteer for the Children’s Tumor Foundation and enjoy outdoor activities, especially hiking and visiting the mountains.

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Raven Drops Video For “Not So Easy”
New Album “Metal City” Out Now!
The British/American metal trio Raven releases a new single and video for the song “Not So Easy”. The song is taken from the new studio album “Metal City”.
John Gallagher: “We actually shot this back in April 2019 in Los Angeles while we were doing some studio lunacy at Mike Heller’s place… just a regular day at the office….lunatic style!”


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A South Florida artist is offering a unique way for children and adults to keep busy while they are self-quarantined during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Brazilian-born Romero Britto, who lives in Miami and has a studio in the Wynwood art district there, is providing “at-home entertainment” in the form of a coloring book.
It is available to download by clicking here.
He encourages artists to post their masterpieces on social media, tag @RomeroBritto and use the hashtag #HappyArtBritto on Instagram in order to be featured in his story.
In a news release, Britto said his mission “has always been to share love, happiness and optimism around the globe through his unique art and colors. Be part of The Happy Art Movement founded by Britto and help us share optimism and hope right now with people and places that need it the most!”


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The Faculty of Spatial Sciences is located in the Mercator building on the Zernike Campus, Landleven 1 in Groningen. Building number 5417 (faculty) and 5416 (classrooms).
The map below shows the walking route from the bus stop and the cycling routes.
Please note that the name of the building (Mercator) is only visible above the main entrance at Landleven, opposite parking area P2. If you arrive from the Aletta Jacobs hall, we are the square building next to the round one at the water.
Parking for students is possible on P5 and P6, other parking areas are only accessible to staff. You can find more information about parking and a map with the parking areas on the website of the Zernike Campus
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"No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." John Donne
In a yesterday's blog post "Cooperative behaviour cascades in social networks", I wrote about how generous and selfish acts can spread through a social network. In today's post I want to extend this research review much more widely. Human beings affect each other in many ways. Obviously we exchange viral and bacterial infections, but we also exchange knowledge and ideas. Our behaviour affects those around us too, and so do our moods. There is a huge "social support" literature on these face-to-face effects - for example in research on marriage and on families. There is now however an overlapping, and increasingly health-relevant, literature on social networks - on how we affect and are affected by people we may never even have met.
I probably started thinking about this more rigorously in 2007 after Christakis & Fowler published their ground-breaking paper "The spread of obesity in a large social network over 32 years" which showed that "Discernible clusters of obese persons ... were present in the network ... and the clusters extended to three degrees of separation." In other words, if I become obese it more than doubles the chance of one of my good friends (people who I name and who also name me as a friend) becoming obese. Their friends then have an increased chance of becoming obese as too, in the turn, do their friends. My obesity affects the friends of the friends of my friends - even if I have never met them. Similar patterns were subsequently shown for alcohol use - see "The spread of alcohol consumption behavior in a large social network" - and for stopping smoking - "The collective dynamics of smoking in a large social network". It is very likely that research will show parallel pictures for other healthy and unhealthy health behaviours like physical exercise, healthy eating, sleeping patterns, and so on.
Nicholas Christakis and James Fowler have authored all the studies I've mentioned so far. Christakis is both a Professor of Medicine and a Professor of Sociology at Harvard. His website is full of interesting information about social network research, including full text links to his publications, amazing images, and even videos of the social networks he has studied. James Fowler is also a Professor who spans Medicine and Sociology, but he is based at the University of California with a website that is appropriately a bit more West Coast. Christakis and Fowler have recently published a general-audience book on social networks - "Connected: the surprising power of our social networks and how they shape our lives" - which has already been translated into 20 or so languages.
Research on social networks is flourishing. It's relevant to public health, and also to many other fields. Interesting recent work has used online networks to look at several types of influence, including preferences in books, movies & music, drinking behaviours, privacy settings, and even smiling. See "Tastes, ties , and time: a new social network dataset using Facebook.com" and the fascinating network diagrams on Christakis's website.
And it's not just behaviours and preferences that are transmitted along chains of influence in this way. Depression, loneliness and happiness can all behave "infectiously". See "Social network determinants of depression", "Alone in the crowd: the structure and spread of loneliness in a large social network" and "The dynamic spread of happiness in a large social network: longitudinal analysis over 20 Years in the Framingham Heart Study". Emotions can very genuinely behave like infections as highlighted in the article "Emotions as infectious diseases in a large social network: the SISa model". This last article's abstract reads: "Human populations are arranged in social networks that determine interactions and influence the spread of diseases, behaviours and ideas. We evaluate the spread of long-term emotional states across a social network. We introduce a novel form of the classical susceptible-infected-susceptible disease model which includes the possibility for ‘spontaneous' (or ‘automatic') infection, in addition to disease transmission (the SISa model). Using this framework and data from the Framingham Heart Study, we provide formal evidence that positive and negative emotional states behave like infectious diseases spreading across social networks over long periods of time".
As the author Arehart-Treichel has put it - "The company you keep really does matter". Obviously we want to support people we know who are struggling with difficult emotions, unhealthy behaviours and even unhelpful ideas. It's very important though to be intelligent about who we are choosing to spend much of our time with. There is a real tendency to "hang out" with others who are living in much the same way as we are. See, for example, the studies on smoking and obesity mentioned earlier in this post. One can find parallel effects for mood, with people who are unhappy spending time with others in similar states e.g. the research "It takes three: selection, influence, and de-selection processes of depression in adolescent friendship networks". Relationships though are, in some ways, like nutrition. We want a large proportion of our diet to be healthy, if we ourselves want to flourish. Some relationships we have little choice over, or we may compassionately choose to be around somebody else who is struggling. Remember though "The company you keep really does matter".
If we can, it's good to spend time with others who are happy, caring, brave, even wise; others who have sensible health behaviours. These effects also extend to studying, to work practices and to the adoption of new ideas. It's probably the overall balance that matters, so the research "The spread of behavior in an online social network experiment" reported that "Individual adoption (of a behaviour) was much more likely when participants received social reinforcement from multiple neighbors in the social network". We don't want to be cruel or unkind, and it's fine - important - to have a mix of friends. Remember though, not only do "birds of a feather flock together", but how someone's "feathers" develop and change over time is powerfully affected by the other "birds" around them.
Sobering. Exciting. We're permeable. We affect each other all the time, whether we mean to or not. So we have choices, and the choices are not just for ourselves. As Gandhi put it so truly and powerfully - "Be the change you want to see in the world."
This blog post is also downloadable as a PDF handout.

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