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Looking for a 2-bed in Cambridge

2023.06.01 17:32 Late-Tension1970 Looking for a 2-bed in Cambridge

Hi all. Myself (25F doctor) and my friend (25F local council leader) are looking for a 2-bed in central Cambridge, ideally Mill Road /Romsey area. Rightmove houses go so quickly! If anyone has any leads / their contract is not being renewed would appreciate any leads / any tips on finding a rental. Thanks.
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2023.06.01 17:12 iReadit_ii Hidden Gem

Hidden Gem
Beautiful village 😁
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2023.06.01 13:28 Terrible-Court-7773 Arts, Culture, Festivals, Parties and Markets - June 2023 Round-Up

Birmingham Fair's June 2023 Arts & Culture Round-Up!
A regular non-exhaustive snapshot of creative events we've found going on in Birmingham this month...
1
Soho House and Blakesley Hall Reopen with Blood & Fire: Our Journey Through Vanley Burke’s History Exhibition
FOKA WOLF: WHY ARE WE STUCK IN HOSPITAL? (The Exchange) until 17th
We Don't Settle: Poetry Jam Live! (Symphony Hall)
STARS - AN AFROFUTURIST SPACE ODYSSEY (Old Rep)
2
Digbeth First Friday (multiple venues)
Open Studios & The Growing Project Sale (Grand Union)
Sonic Signals and God-Pocket (Eastside Projects)
Nela Milic Wedding Bellas (Centrala)
Free Jazz Fridays: Daisy Houlder (Symphony Hall)
UK Games Expo (NEC) until 4th
Community Fun Day (Burbury Park, Newtown)
Midlands Air Festival (Ragley Hall) until 4th
3
Burger Fest (The Bond, Digbeth)
Fighting Spirit Film Festival (The Mockingbird)
Community Open Day (Lifford Reservoir)
Walkspace 23: Opening Night Party (Artefact, Stirchley)
Birmingham Art Zone: Art Festival (Gunmakers Arms)
4
MAC Arts Market (Midlands Arts Centre)
Highbury Hall Craft Fair
Still Walking: Relics of New Street
Dancing Out (Compton Verney, Warwick)
8
B-Side Hip-Hop Festival (multiple events) until 14th
Birmingham Design Festival (The Rep) until 9th
Fatt Butcher: Tw*ts (Old Joint Stock Theatre) until 10th
9
Fight the Power: How Hip Hop Changes The World Special Screening (Part of B-SIDE Hip-Hop Festival) (Birmingham Hippodrome)
Free Jazz Fridays: Maddy Coombs Trio (Symphony Hall)
10
Wolverhampton Pride
Balsall Heath Second Saturday (multiple events)
Zine-Making Workshop with Rachael House (Grand Union)
Birmingham’s Craft & Flea (Custard Factory)
Windrush Tapestry Project (Old Print Works)
BAR4BAR Cypher (Suki10C)
Supersonic Kids Gig: ICHI (Symphony Hall)
Growing Up Green Festival (Highbury Orchard)
Breakin', poppin', lockin' and Hip-Hop Battles: Prelims & Qualifiers (Part of B-SIDE Hip-Hop Festival) (Arcadian Car Park)
All Styles & Waacking Battles: Prelims & Qualifiers (Part of B-SIDE Hip-Hop Festival)
Frequency Summer Festival (Luna Springs)
50 Years of Hip-Hop Block Party (Thorp Street)
FLUXCON: 50 Years of Hip-Hop (Part of B-SIDE Hip-Hop Festival) (Birmingham Hippodrome)
Lark in the Park (Manor Farm Park, Northfield)
SPASMS AND SAVAGERY; 30 YEARS OF DOWNWARDS (Centrala)
Tin Tent Festival (Rock N Roll Brewhouse)
11
Dance Championship Finals (Part of B-SIDE Hip-Hop Festival) (Bullring)
Kings Heath Artisan Market (York Road)
12
Force of Nature Exhibition (Birmingham Botanical Gardens)
13
Collage Club Social (The Steam Room, Harborne)
Windrush Caribbean Film Festival: Young Soul Rebels + Shantaye’s World (Midland Arts Centre)
16
Craig Charles’ Funk and Soul House Party (The Mill)
Free Jazz Fridays: Cherise & University of Birmingham Jazz Orchestra (Symphony Hall)
Moseley Food Fest (The Village, Moseley)
17
Stirchley Community Market (Stirchley Baths)
Celebrating Sanctuary: Refugee Week Family Festival (Midlands Arts Centre)
Amok: Experimental Performance and Music (Artefact, Stirchley)
Pop Lovers Summer Outdoor Festival (Luna Springs)
Paperdolls Summer Market (Custard Factory) until 18th
Sinfonia of Birmingham in Barnt Green
18
Still Walking: 666 Places in Birmingham That You Shouldn’t Miss (Black Sabbath Bridge)
20
VERVE Open Door: Poetry Event for all (The Hive Cafe & Bakery)
Ex Cathedra’s Summer Music By Candlelight (St Paul’s Church) (until 21st)
22
First Songs in the Orchard... with B'Opera (Castle Bromwich Hall Gardens)
23
Hannah Sawtell: Useful Tools (Centrala)
24
Bournville Village Festival
Earth Markets (Martineau Gardens)
Congolese Independence Day Celebration 2023 (Midlands Arts Centre)
‘Parade – The Giant Wheel’ by Autin Dance Theatre (Walsall Arboretum)
25
Harborne Carnival
Vegan Market and Garden Party (Castle Bromwich Historic Gardens)
The Flapper Summer Market
26
Birmingham Settlement Neighbourhood Futures Festival 2023 (Edgbaston Reservoir) until 1st July
29
Birmingham Indian Film Festival 2023: New Brit-Asian Shorts (Midlands Arts Centre)
30
Friday Lates: Your City, Your Story (Wolverhampton Art Gallery)
Free Jazz Friday: Birmingham Jazz Orchestra (Symphony Hall)
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2023.06.01 09:05 Bracks3 Mid-season player review

So, we're going into a bye weekend after a pretty tumultuous 11 rounds, so it feels like a good time to take a breath and do a mini review of the players. I'm only going to rate the players who have played at AFL level this season as I haven't watched enough VFL this season. Let me know what you agree/disagree with and your own thoughts.

Chad Warner (8.5/10)
He's been one of our better performers in the majority of our wins, but is still searching for that next level of consistency to become a Brownlow medal contender as he went missing in a few losses this year. Hard to believe he's only played 50 games with the amount of heavy lifting the Swans need him to do each week now.
Hayden McLean (6.5/10)
Hasn't quite made the next step yet, but in the absence of other tall forward options and the decline of Buddy, he has been a contributor each week. Would like to see him clunk a few more marks in F50 to make him a more dangerous player and ease the pressure on others. A better goalkicker accuracy-wise than most in 2023.
Dylan Stephens (3/10)
Unfortunately Dyl's season so far may best be described as a disaster. He's been dropped twice based on performance in a side struggling with injury. When he's played at AFL level he's consistently below par in basically every statistic other than gut-running. It's a worrying sign considering the draft pick Stephens cost - that 2019 draft is quickly becoming a damaging one to the Swans list (Ch.Warner is the only positive right now). Stephens dominates at VFL level, and if he can find a way to produce even 80% of that in the seniors he would be a great asset.
Ryan Clarke (5/10)
Performed some great clamp jobs last season to resurrect his career, but hasn't enjoyed the same success in 2023 since returning from injury. Clarke is a bit of a butcher with the ball and isn't the man you want making the last pass into the F50, so he really needs to step up his tagging if he wants to hold a spot in the side, or Horse needs to use him in a different position.
Isaac Heeney (7.5/10)
There's been a lot of criticism of Heeney that I think is a bit unwarranted, but it comes with the territory as a recent AA and one of the highest paid Swans. Isaac can certainly never be accused of a lack of effort and his contested work has been brilliant all season. He is one of the best tacklers in the comp to go with his marking, the real knocker on his game simply comes down to execution in front of goals and finding a way to get his hands on the ball when the Swans are struggling, but some of that comes down the coaches as well.
Logan McDonald (8/10)
Big improver early this season and was getting better every week before his injury. 2 goals a game is great for a developing key forward. Really looking forward to seeing this guy play over the next decade, just hope it's all in red and white and he stays healthy.
Harry Cunningham (6/10)
A hard one to rate. He's played every game but was invisible in many of them whilst playing further up the ground and struggling to have an impact. I've liked his game a lot better in the shutdown defensive roles that have contributed to the R10 and R11 wins. Still not sure he's best 22 in a premiership winning side, but we don't exactly have a lot of defensive experience/depth without him.
James Rowbottom (4/10)
I'll start by saying that I'm a huge fan of this kid. But it's not been a great year for Rowy. He continues to do some things well (tackling, defensive pressure), but can't get his hands on the ball enough for an inside mid and has been a turnover merchant as of late. He had 13 tackles vs. Port in probably his best game, but 9 clangers against Carlton on the weekend, which is top 5 all time for the Swans and several led directly to goals. It could also be argued that a lot of his tackles simply come from getting to every contest second. He needs time in the twos, but with Mills injured, Parker unavailable and injuries/form issues with other replacements, I can't see Horse giving him a spell.
Will Hayward (7/10)
Struggled to make a regular impact and goalkicking has been a bit off, but Will has been an important link man from defence to attack, and with a more coherent defence he'd probably get more of the ball on the rebound which is where he excels. His last two games have probably been his best, so his season is at least trending in the right direction.
Aaron Francis (7.5/10)
Wasn't too sure about the acquisition of this guy, and was even less sure when he played up forward initially, but since he has played down back he's done more than could really be expected of him. He had a good game against Freo and has been solid without being remarkable in the last two weeks. Was also good against GWS with 13 one-percenters which shows he has the potential to do more than just be an interceptor.
Tom Papley (6.5/10)
Honestly a little disappointed with Paps so far. A very good player when on-song, but he's had some poor performances and looked very shaky in front of goals. Had the best performance of any Swan this year against Richmond (6 goals, 25 disposals), but had a negative impact in some of the losses with a lack of awareness and some poor skill execution. Paps is a gun, so I'm sure he'll figure out how to get back to his best and there have been signs recently that he's back on track.
Oliver Florent (5.5/10)
Getting a bit of the ball, but has been exposed defensively repeatedly this season. He's also had some poor moments with ball in hand kicking into the centre of the ground for turnovers, and needs to remove the hospital handball from his game. He's basically stagnated into being a very average middle-of-the-road AFL level footballer, rarely in the best or worst on lists for a round. This might be his ceiling, but the one thing he can continue to do is try to improve his defensive positioning which is poor.
Callum Mills (6/10)
Had a OK start to the season, but a bit down on his elite 2022 form, then got deployed to try and fix our defensive issues with disastrous results. Not his fault obviously and it showed how much he is needed in the midfield. Was good against Collingwood, but then got injured which has again exposed our midfield contested ball issues even further.
Sam Wicks (7/10)
One game since return from injury and it was very good. Just what the Swans needed. Will await a larger sample size as he had a poor 2022, but if he can maintain this he's a lock for best 22.
Braeden Campbell (6/10)
I want to see more from Braeden. He's been moved around a lot this season as the coaching staff try to best figure out the best way to utilise him. Obviously an elite kick, and seemed to be doing some good things in the back half and kicking some beautiful long range goals. I'd like to see him take over Florent's HFB position as I think he can complement the run of Blakey/Fox with some good kicking skills that Florent lacks, and is a better defender. He's been basically invisible for the last 5 rounds.
Will Gould (2/10)
Oh dear this one isn't pretty. The best thing I can say is that he finally made it to AFL level. Unfortunately he got exposed to some good forwards and hasn't looked up to it. Was OK against Freo at times but still got outclassed in that game by some young forwards who should be at an earlier stage of development, which is not a good sign. Not sure where to next for Will, if the swans fix up their injuries worries he'll be a long way off adding to his games tally.
Peter Ladhams (7/10)
Braindead at times, but a solid contributor when he's played. Injuries to himself and Hickey haven't been ideal because he looks like he could best contribute as a Ruck/Forward if they ever get to play together. Lost his ruck battles most weeks, but gets clearances and helps the midfield.
Errol Gulden (10/10)
Couldn't ask for any more from this guy. Been the Swans best in 2023 so far despite taking on more and more of the load.
Nick Blakey (9.5/10)
Everyone was raving about his game against Carlton, but I think he's actually been very good all season so it wasn't at all surprising. It's even more impressive when you consider that he's had to play as a key back at times, a third tall in other games and a rebounding defender when we have the luxury, often all within minutes of each other. For me, the second best Swan in 2023 so far.
Lance Franklin (2/10)
He's played one year too many. With the amount of holes currently in his game the Swans need him to be super accurate in front of goals (like the back half of 2022), but unfortunately his goalkicking has been poor also.
Dane Rampe (6/10)
Looked to be in good touch before his injury. Swans are missing his experience and leadership more than we perhaps thought we would. Needs to play 10 games in the back half of the year for the Swans to have any hope at a late finals charge.
Luke Parker (8.5/10)
Dependable as always. That suspension is really disappointing as without Mills, Parker is perhaps our most important player to drive our stoppage work. Has a purple patch round 5-8 where he had a claim to being the Swans best each week and has been a contributor every other week.
Justin McInerney (4.5/10)
Perhaps a harsh rating, but I think he's regressed massively from late 2021/early 2022. Pretty good against Carlton and Collingwood, but honestly those are the only 2 games from 11 that have been up to the standard the Swans need from him. Needs to improving his kicking and spacing as he seems to get caught in a position where teammates can't use him frequently. Hopefully the Carlton game gives him the confidence to bounce back in the back half of the season.
Angus Sheldrick (5/10)
Played out of position in his 2 appearances and hasn't really been given a chance to shine yet in the seniors. My rating could change very quickly if he gets the chance as he clearly has ability given his VFL form.
Tom McCartin (7/10)
Injury has curtailed what could have been a big season for Tom. His absences have really hurt the Swans.
Tom Hickey (6/10)
Tough to get form back after an injury in your 30s, but he's clearly a better tap ruckman than Ladhams. Carlton game was better than his first game back, so trending upwards.
Marc Sheather (4/10)
I liked what I saw from Sheather, but it's early days for him, and with the current injury he may not get another chance in 2023.
Matt Roberts (3/10)
Certainly has potential, but like Sheather, injury has slowed down the early progress in his career.
Joel Amartey (7/10)
He's worked out how to get more of the ball and is a very useful Forward/Ruck option now. His injury came just as he seemed set to explode. Hoping that he returns in 2023 and can build on that start.
Corey Warner (4/10)
Didn't get to do a lot in his first few senior appearances. Plenty of upside, but needs time in the twos to develop his game.
Paddy McCartin (NA/10)
I'm not going to give a rating on Paddy. Just really hoping he's OK, football is secondary to getting himself healthy.
Robbie Fox (8/10)
I love this guy. Does a lot of good things, and while he does make the occasional clanger, he is surprisingly effective as a rebounding defender on top of being one of the best 1-on-1 defenders at the club.
Lewis Melican (6/10)
I thought that the Pelican's career at the Swans was over. Not his biggest fan, but he came in and did a job in his first game for 2023. Like Wicks I'll need to see a greater body of work to be convinced by him, but he was an immediate upgrade on Gould (which may be more of an indictment on Gould sadly).
Jake Lloyd (7/10)
Continues to do his job week in, week out. He'll always have the same holes in his game, but as long as he continues to do the things he's in the team for well, he has a spot on the HBF locked in to quarterback the side.
Lachlan McAndrew (6/10)
Didn't expect to see him in 2023, but did as well as you could really expect. Still got a lot of development to do to become a starter, but there are some good signs and hopefully he learns a lot from this early taste.
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2023.06.01 08:18 eyoung1103 [US-CA][H] Keyboards (Memento, Bias, Nazare, Salvation, Mode80 FE, Elongate, E7-V2, Piggy60, Sagittarius, Pandora, AVA, Portal, CLS-2/65, Fjell, Think6.5 v2, Sunsetter R1, Noon, Enjoy), GMK (Lavander, Moomin, Bento R2, Honor & Oblivion), Deskmats & RAMAs [W] Paypal, Local Cash/Venmo

*Hi MM!
Timestamp
Prices include shipping & PP fees to CONUS (via USPS) – Not shipping international at the moment, sorry! Many items are priced at my cost or below.
Not FCFS but priority given to bundles > local (SoCal - Orange County (92708)) > those willing to do asking price > others
Bundling will let me give you better discounts on the items & everything can be OBO - no lowball offers please! Always willing to negotiate prices but most prices are pretty firm given that they're at or below cost.

Please Comment before PM - Chats will be ignored – PLEASE DON’T USE REDDIT CHAT

Deskmats 
Name Quantity Price Status Notes
TinyMakesThings – Winter Bunny Deskmat 1 $35 shipped Available Brand new – Big Bunny
GMK Dots R2 (Loading) 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB
GMK Dots R2 (Line) 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB
Nono the Duck 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB (does not include plush)
Brushworks (Zandaka) 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB
Cyber Meka (BLK) 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB
GMK 80082 (Geo BL00) 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB
Just a Box (Sneakbox) 1 $35 shipped Available BNIB
Keyboard(s) – 
  • All keyboards will come with either original box or a keyboard case, unless otherwise indicated
  • Will be shipped USPS priority
  • If PCB is mill-maxed = 0305 sockets used, unless otherwise indicated
  • Keyboards will come unbuiilt, unless otherwise indicated
  • Some keyboards include stabilizers, if so the format, Stabilizer Name (Stems lubed w/ x, Wires lubed w/ x), is used
Keyboard Price Color Plate PCB Stabilizers Extras Status Notes
ZTBoards Noon $675 shipped, $660 local Navy Half Alu Solder (Mill-maxed) Durock v1s (205g0, Dielectric) 2x plates (Full Alu & Full FR4), 1x PCB + Daughterboard Available Like new, used for about 2-3 weeks, comes w/ carrying case, keycaps/switches not included
TastyKeys Enjoy $760 shipped, $730 local e-white w/ brass bottom Carbon Fiber Hotswap None 1x PC plate & 1x Solder PCB Available Like new, used for less than a week. Comes w/ carrying case and no keycaps/switches/stabilizers
Charue Sunsetter R1 $500 shipped, $480 local Black (B-Stock) Brass Solder None 1x Steel Plate, Eclipse Badge kit, rubber plate sheet & 1x Solder PCB Available Brand new, unbuilt – Gaskets installed on case
GrayStudio Think6.5 v2 1u $540 shipped, $520 local Deep Ocean/Polycarb, Deep Ocean weight UHMWPE Solder (Mill-maxed) Durock v2 (205g0,BDZ) 1x FR4 plate, 1x POM plate, 1x Solder PCB, extra case feet & gaskets, Cat artisan & default Lightbulb badge (anchor installed) Available switches/keycaps not included. Gaskets have been installed on case. Basically new
Mekanisk Fjell R6 $470 shipped, $450 local Gray Brass Hotswap Durock v1(205g0, Dielectric) 1x Solder PCB, Brass plate & 2x Mekanisk foams Available switches/keycaps not included. Basically new, used for less than a few hours
Parallel Limited Portal $440 shipped, $430 local Navy Alu Solder (Mill-maxed) None 1x FR4 plate, 1x Solder PCB + Daughterboard, 1x 30A o-ring Available Like new, used for less than a week. DOES NOT come with carrying case & no keycaps/switches/stabilizers
Ori CLS-2/65 BE $925 shipped, $900 local Black FR4 Solder (Mill-maxed) Owlabs (205g0, Dielectric) 1x Alu plate, 1x Solder PCB + Daughterboard, 2x replacement daughterboards & gaskets, 1x Gold Leaf Logo Available Like new, used for less than 2 weeks. Comes w/ carrying case & stabilizers, does not include keycaps or switches
Sneakbox AVA $565 shipped, $550 local Black POM Solder (Mill-maxed) Durock V2 (205g0, Dielectric) 1x Brass plate, 1x Solder PCB, SS weight, extra PC bottom, extra foam, gaskets & feet Available Basically new, used for less than week. Comes w/ carrying case & no keycaps/switches/stabilizers
PearlBoards Pandora $820 shipped, $800 local Deep Black w/ SS weight Brass Solder None 1x Hotswap PCB, 1x PC Half plate, 1x POM half plate Available Brand new (opened for pictures), will come in original packaging.
Gondolindrim Sagittarius $590 shipped, $570 local Navy/Silver Brass Solder None 1x PCB, Gaskets & 1x FR4 plate Available Brand New (opened for pictures), will come in carrying case
JackyLabs Piggy60 $825 shipped, $810 local PC (PVD Silver inner frame & brass weight) PVD Silver Brass Solder (Mill-maxed) Owlabs (205g0, dielectric) 1x Solder PCB, extra daughterboard w/ JST, Gaskets, thick feet & 1x PC Plate Available Light used (~1 week), will come in original box
Elongate $400 shipped, $390 local Black Alu Solder None 1x PCB & 1x FR4 plate Available BNIB (only opened for inspection & pictures)
E7-V2 $710 shipped, $690 local e-white FR4 Solder (Mill-maxed) Owlabs (205g0, dielectric) Brass Logo & Backplate, 1x Solder PCB & Mute pad, 1x Brass plate Available Light use, switches not included
Mode 80 (FE) $740 shipped, $720 local Dark Gray Alu Solder (Mill-maxed) Staebies (205g0, dielectric) 1x Solder PCB, Gaskets, 3x plates (POM, PC & FR4) Available Light use, switches not included
Leaf65 $690 shipped, $675 local e-white/PC (PVD Silver inner frame & brass weight) PVD Silver Brass Solder (Mill-maxed) Durock V2 (205g0, Dielectric) 1x Solder PCB, 1x FR4 Plate, extra foams Available Light used, switches & keycaps not included
Salvation $400 shipped, $390 local Silver FR4 Solder None Solder PCB Available BNIB, will come with carrying case (only opened for inspection & pictures)
Nazare 1-60 $865 shipped, $850 local E-white/Black Alu Solder None Solder PCB & CF plate Available BNIB, will come with carrying case (only opened for inspection & pictures)
Baionlenja Bias $825 shipped, $800 local Black Alu Solder None Solder PCB + Daughterboard, misc kit & 1x PC plate Available BNIB, will come with carrying case (only opened for inspection & pictures)
Eniigma Memento $750 shipped, $740 local Black Alu Solder None Solder PCB & PC Full plate Available BNIB, will come with carrying case (only opened for inspection & pictures)
Keycap sets 
  • Keycaps will be shipped in Ziplock bags unless otherwise indicated
  • Shipping via USPS priority
Keycaps Sets Price Status Notes
MilkWay PBT WoB Base $60 shipped Available Was part of original batch of misaligned legends from Bolsa (considered B-stock)
GMK Bento R2 Traditional Base, Novelties & Spacebars $240 shipped Available BNIB
GMK Honor Light Base $120 shipped Available BNIB
GMK Lavender Base, Novelties & Spacebars $195 shipped Available BNIB
GMK Moomin Base, Novelties & Spacebars $265 shipped Available BNIB
GMK Oblivion R3 Extension $40 shipped Available BNIB
Artisans & Misc 
Artisans Price Status Notes
GMK Honor - Kabuto $65 shipped Available Never mounted
GMK Honor - Katana $65 shipped Available Never mounted
GMK Bento - Kanji $65 shipped Available Never mounted
GMK Bento - Waves $65 shipped Available Never mounted
GMK Bento - O $65 shipped Available Never mounted
JTK Trays - standard $20 for 2 or $12 each 7 Available 2 minimum if shipped, 1 minimum if local
JTK Trays - max $55 for 2 or $25 each 9 Available 2 minimum if shipped, 1 minimum if local
---# As always, thank you!
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2023.06.01 08:00 AutoModerator Jobs 2023!

This is a reenvisioning of an older hiring / looking for jobs post from 2017 (woah.crashbandicoot.wmv). This wiki link will still house these, but the naming scheme will be different. I, Lady Robit Automod, pretty much forcibly acquired the original post and turned it into a long-term pet project. We needed to update the posting in general, and hopefully, now it is more streamlined compared to years ago.
Enough introductions:

/NashvilleJobs is a fairly active subreddit dedicated to Middle Tennesee job postings. It is not extremely active, but there are descent leads to be had. I put anything in these forums at a higher quality compared with craigslist postings at face value, but be sure you are safe. Let someone know you have an interview before you go walking behind the Motel 6 for a $24/hr posting.
The Center for Non-Profits Job Board is as close to official as we can find for 501(c)(3) - Personally, I recommend reaching out if you are interested in a specific charitable niche.
Here is a table of -ahem- "nearby" city boards, I'll be checking these links when I make future postings.
Township Job Board Distance from Nashville GMaps Drive Time (could be ± 10%) Notes
Nashville, TN 0 0 or 7 houeers Some departments higher internally
Clarksville, TN 50 miles 1:00 hour Very structured "level-up" system
Hendersonville, TN 19 miles 20 minutes Deadline for firefighter applications 04/08/2022
Gallatin, TN 30 miles 33 minutes -- good luck with that one Tell u/crowcawer if this link goes bad -- they bypassed a link protector
Brentwood, TN 10.5 miles 16 minutes Uses a link protector
Franklin, TN 22 miles 24 minutes
Mt. Juliet, TN 20 miles 22 minutes town has 3 roads
Lebanon, TN 32 miles 33 minutes town still uses a .ORG website
The State Link is currently working on my end. All the city/county links above are also working!
USAJOBS is the federal highering board. Type in "Nashville, TN" and click "open to the public" unless you are already an employee.
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2023.06.01 07:58 toyotafortunerrenta Fortuner Car Hire in Rajasthan

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2023.06.01 05:40 Guilty_Chemistry9337 Hide Behind the Cypress Tree, pt. 1

There are instincts that you develop when you’re a parent. If you don’t have any children it might be a little hard to understand. If you have a toddler, for example, and they’re in the other room and silent for more than a few seconds, there’s a good chance they’re up to no good. I take that back, most of the time they’re doing nothing, but you still have to check. You feel a compulsion to check. I don’t think it’s a learned skill, I think it’s an actual instinct.
Paleolithic parents who didn’t check on their toddlers every few minutes, just to double check that they weren’t being stalked by smilodons were unlikely to have grandchildren and pass on their genes. You just feel you need to check, like getting goosebumps, a compulsion. I suppose it’s the same reason little kids are always demanding you look at them and what they’re doing.
I think that instinct starts to atrophy as your kids grow. They start learning to do things for themselves, and before you know it, they’re after their own privacy, not your attention. I don’t think it ever goes away though. I expect, decades from now, my own grown kids will visit and bring my grandkids with them. And the second I hear a baby crying in the earliest morning hours, I’ll be alert and ready for anything, sure as any old soldier who hears his name whispered in the dark of night.
I felt that alarm just the other day. First time in years. My boy came home from riding bikes with a couple of his friends. I’m pretty sure they worked out a scam where they asked each of their parents for a different new console for Christmas, and now they spend their weekends traveling between the three houses so they can play on all of them.
We all live in a nice neighborhood. A newer development than the one I grew up in, same town though. It’s the kind of place where kids are always playing in the streets, and the cars all routinely do under 20. My wife and I make sure the kids have helmets and pads, and we’re fine with the boy going out biking with his friends, as long as they stay in the neighborhood.
You know, a lot of people in my generation take some weird sort of pride in how irresponsible we used to be when we were young. I never wore a helmet. Rode to places, without telling any adults, that we never should have ridden to. Me and my friends would make impromptu jumps off of makeshift ramps and try to do stupid tricks, based loosely on stunts we’d seen on TV. Other people my age seem to wax nostalgic for that stuff and pretend it makes them somehow better people. I don’t get it. Sometimes I look back and shudder. We were lucky we escaped with only occasional bruises and road burns. It could have gone so much worse.
My son and his buddies came bustling in the front door at about 2 PM on a Saturday. They did the usual thing of raiding the kitchen for juice and his mother’s brownies, and I took that as my cue to abandon the television in the living room for my office. I was hardly noticing the chaos, by this point, it was becoming a regular weekend occurrence. But as I was just leaving, I caught something in the chatter. My boy said something about, “... that guy who was following us.”
He hadn’t said it any louder or more clearly than anything else they’d been talking about, all that stuff I’d been filtering out. Yet some deeper core process in my brain stem heard it, interpreted it, then hit the red alert button. My blood ran cold and every hair on my skin stood at attention.
I turned around and asked “Somebody followed you? What are you talking about?” I wasn’t consciously aware of how strict and stern my voice came out, yet when the jovial smiles dropped off of their faces it was apparent that it had been so.
“Huh?” my son said, his voice high-pitched and talking fast, like when he thinks he’s in trouble and needs to explain. “We thought we saw somebody following us. There wasn’t though. We didn’t really see anybody and we’d just spooked ourselves.”
“What did he look like?” I asked.
“Nothing? We really didn’t see anybody! Honest! I just saw something out of the corner of my eye! But there wasn’t really nobody there!”
“Yeah!,” said one of his buds. “Peripheral! Peripheral vision! I thought maybe I saw something too, but when I looked I didn’t see anything. I don’t have my glasses with me, but when I really looked I got a good look and there was nothing.”
The three boys had that semi-smiling but still concerned look that this was only a bizarre misunderstanding, but they were still being very sincere. “Were they in a car?”
“No, Dad, you don’t get it,” my boy continued, “They were small. We thought it was a kid.”
“Yeah,” said the third boy. “We thought maybe it was Tony Taylor’s stupid kid sister shadowing us. Getting close to throwing water balloons. Just cause she did that before.”
“If you didn’t get a good look how did you know it was a kid?”
“Because it was small!” my kid explained, though that wasn’t helping much. “What I mean is, at first I thought it was behind a little bush. It was way too small a bush to hide a grown-up. That’s why we thought it was probably Tony’s sister.”
“But you didn’t actually see Tony’s sister?” I asked.
“Nah,” said one of his buds. “And now that I think about it, that bush was probably too small for his sister too. It would have been silly. Like when a cartoon character hides behind a tiny object.”
“That’s why we think it was just in our heads,” explained the other boy, “That and the pole.”
“Yeah,” my son said. “The park on 14th and Taylor?” That was just a little community park, a single city block. Had a playground, lawn, a few trees, and some benches. “Anyway, we were riding past that, took a right on Taylor. And we were talking about how weird it would be if somebody really were following us. That’s when Brian thought he saw something. Behind a telephone pole.”
“I didn’t get a good look at it either,” the friend, Brian, “explained. Just thought I did. Know how you get up late at night to use the bathroom or whatever and you look down the hallway and you see a jacket or an office chair or something and because your eyes haven’t adjusted you think you see a ghost or burglar or something? Anyway, I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned there wasn’t anything there.”
“Yeah, it was just like sometimes that happens, except this time it happened twice on the same bike ride, is all,” the other friend explained.
“And you’re sure there was nothing there?”
“Sure we’re sure,” my boy said. “We know because that time we checked. We each rode our bikes around the pole and there was nothing. Honest!”
“Hmmm,” I said. The whole thing seemed reasonable and nothing to be concerned about, you’d think.. The boys seemed to relax at my supposed acceptance. “Alright, sounds good. Hey, just let me know before you leave the house again, alright?” They all rushed to seem agreeable as I left the room, then quickly resumed their snacking and preceded to play their games.
I kept my ear out, just in case. My boy, at least this time, dutifully told me his friends were about to leave. He wasn’t very happy with me when I said they wouldn’t be riding home on their bikes, I was going to drive them home. The other boys didn’t complain, but I suppose it wasn’t their place, so my boy did the advocating for them, which I promptly ignored. I hate doing that, ignoring my kid’s talkback. My dad was the same way. It didn’t help that I struggled to get both of their bikes in the trunk, and it was a pain to get them back out again. My boy sulked in the front seat on the short ride back home. Arms folded on chest, eyes staring straight ahead, that lip thing they do. He seemed embarrassed for having what he thought was an over-protective parent. I suppose he was angry at me as well for acting, as far as he knew, irrationally. Maybe he thought he was being punished for some infraction he didn’t understand.
Well, it only got worse when we got home. I told him he wasn’t allowed to go out alone on his bike anymore. I’d only had to do that once before, when he was grounded, and back then he’d known exactly what he’d done wrong and he had it coming. Now? Well, he was confused, furious, maybe betrayed, probably a little brokenhearted? I can’t blame him. He tramped upstairs to his room to await the return of his mother, who was certain to give a sympathetic ear. I can’t imagine how upset he’ll be if he checks the garage tomorrow and finds I’ve removed his tires, just in case.
I wish I could explain it to him. I don’t even know how.
Where should I even begin? The town?
When I was about my son’s age I had just seen that movie, The Goonies. It had just come out in theaters. I really liked that movie, felt a strong connection. A lot of people do, can’t blame them, sort of a timeless classic. Except I wasn’t really into pirate’s treasure or the Fratellis, what really made me connect was a simple single shot, still in the first act. It’s right after they cross the threshold, and leave the house on their adventure. It was a shot of the boys, from above, maybe a crane shot or a helicopter shot, as they’re riding their bikes down a narrow forested lane, great big evergreen trees densely growing on the side of the road, they’re all wearing raincoats and the road is still wet from recent rain.
That was my childhood. I’ve spent my whole life in the Pacific Northwest. People talk to outsiders about the rain, and they might picture a lot of rainfall, but it’s not the volume, it’s the duration. We don’t get so much rain, it just drizzles slowly, on and on, for maybe eight or nine months out of the year. It doesn’t matter where I am, inside a house, traveling far abroad, anywhere I am I can close my eyes and still smell the air on a chilly afternoon, playing outdoors with my friends.
It’s not petrichor, that sudden intense smell you get when it first starts to rain after a long dry spell. No, this was almost the opposite, a clean smell, almost the opposite of a scent, since the rain seemed to scrub the air clean. The strongest scent and I mean that in the loosest sense possible, must have been the evergreen needles. Not pine needles, those were too strong, and there weren’t that many pines anyway. Douglas fir and red cedar predominated, again the root ‘domination’ seems hyperbole. Yet those scents were there, ephemeral as it is. Also, there was a sort of pleasant dirtiness to the smell, at least when you rode bikes. It wasn’t dirt, or mud, or dust. Dust couldn’t have existed except perhaps for a few fleeting weeks in August. I think, looking back, it was the mud puddles. All the potholes in all the asphalt suburban roads would fill up after rain with water the color of chocolate milk. We’d swerve our BMX bikes, or the knock-off brands, all the way across the street just to splash through those puddles and test our “suspensions.,” meaning our ankles and knees. The smell was always stronger after that. It had an earthiness to it. Perhaps it was petrichor’s lesser-known watery cousin.
There were other sensations too, permanently seared into my brain like grill marks. A constant chilliness that was easy to ignore, until you started working up a good heart rate on your bike, then you noticed your lungs were so cold it felt like burning. The sound of your tires on the wet pavement, particularly when careening downhill at high speed. For some reason, people in the mid-80s used to like to decorate their front porches with cheap, polyester windsocks. They were often vividly colored, usually rainbow, like prototype pride flags. When an occasional wind stirred up enough to gust, the windsocks would flap, and owning to the water-soaked polyester, make a wet slapping sound. It was loud, it was distinct, but you learned to ignore it as part of the background, along with the cawing of crows and distant passing cars.
That was my perception of Farmingham as a kid. The town itself? Just a typical Pacific Northwest town. That might not mean much for younger people or modern visitors, but there was a time when such towns were all the same. They were logging towns. It was the greatest resource of the area from the late 19th century, right up until about the 80s, when the whole thing collapsed. Portland, Seattle, they had a few things going on beyond just the timber industry, but all the hundreds of little towns and small cities revolved around logging, and my town was no exception.
I remember going to the museum. It had free admission, and it was a popular field trip destination for the local school system. It used to be the City Hall, a weird Queen Anne-style construction. Imagine a big Victorian house, but blown up to absurd proportions, and with all sorts of superfluous decorations. Made out of local timber, of course. They had a hall for art, I can’t even remember why, now. Maybe they were local artists. I only remember paintings of sailboats and topless women, which was a rare sight for a kid at the time. There was a hall filled with 19th-century household artifacts. Chamber pots and weird children's toys.
Then there was the logging section, which was the bulk of the museum. It’s strange how different things seemed to be in the early days of the logging industry, despite being only about a hundred years old, from my perspective in the 1980s. If you look back a hundred years from today, in the 1920s, you had automobiles, airplanes, electrical appliances, jazz music, radio programs, flappers, it doesn’t feel that far removed, does it? No TV, no internet, but it wouldn’t be that strange. 1880s? Different world.
Imagine red cedars, so big you could have a full logging crew, arms stretched out, just barely manage to encircle one for a photographer. Felling a single tree was the work of days. Men could rest and eat their lunches in the shelter of a cut made into a trunk, and not worry for safety or room. They had to cut their own little platforms into the trees many feet off the ground, just so the trunk was a little bit thinner, and thus hours of labor saved. They used those long, flexible two-man saws. And double-bit axes. They worked in the gloom of the shade with old gas lanterns. Once cut down from massive logs thirty feet in diameter, they’d float the logs downhill in sluices, like primitive wooden make-shift water slides. Or they’d haul them down to the nearest river, the logs pulled by donkeys on corduroy roads. They’d lay large amounts of grease on the roads, so the logs would slide easily. You could still smell the grease on the old tools on display in the museum. The bigger towns had streets where the loggers would slide the logs down greased skids all the way down to the sea, where they’d float in big logjams until the mills were ready for processing. They’d call such roads “skid-rows.” Because of all the activity, they’d end up being the worst parts of town. Local citizens wouldn’t want to live there, due to all the stink and noise. They’d be on the other side of the brothels and the opium dens. It would be the sort of place where the destitute and the insane would find themselves when they’d finally lost anything. To this day, “skidrow” remains a euphemism for the part of a city where the homeless encamp.
That was the lore I’d learned as a child. That was my “ancestry” I was supposed to respect and admire, which I did, wholeheartedly. There were things they left out, though. Things that you might have suspected, from a naive perspective, would be perfect for kids, all the folklore that came with the logging industry. The ghost stories, and the tall tales. I would have eaten that up. They do talk about that kind of thing in places far removed from the Pacific Northwest. But I had never heard about any of it. Things like the Hidebehind. No, that I’d have to discover for myself.
There were four of us on those bike adventures. Myself. Ralph, my best friend. A tough guy, the bad boy, the most worldly of us, which is a strange thing to say about an eight-year-old kid. India, an archetypal ‘80s tomboy. She was the coolest person I knew at the time. Looking back, I wonder what her home life was like. I think I remember problematic warning signs that I couldn’t have recognized when I was so young, but now raise flags. Then there was Ben. A goofy kid, a wild mop of hair, coke bottle glasses, type 1 diabetic which seemed to make him both a bit pampered by his mother, who was in charge of all his insulin, diet, and schedule, and conversely a real risk taker when she wasn’t around.
When we first saw it…
No, wait. This was the problem with starting the story. Where does it all begin? I’ll need to talk about my Grandfather as well. I’ve had two different perspectives on my Grandfather, on the man that he was. The first was the healthy able-bodied grandparent I’d known as a young child. Then there was the man, as I learned about him after he had passed.
There was a middle period, from when I was 6 to when I was 16, when I hardly understood him at all, as he was hit with a double whammy of both Parkinson’s and Alzheimer's. His decline into an invalid was both steep and long drawn out. That part didn’t reflect who he was as a person.
What did I know of him when I was little? Well I knew he and my grandmother had a nice big house and some farmland, out in the broad flat valley north of Farmingham. Dairy country. It had been settled by Dutch immigrants back in the homesteading days. His family had been among the first pioneers in the county too. It didn’t register to me then that his surname was Norwegian, not Dutch. I knew he had served in the Navy in World War II, which I was immensely proud of for reasons I didn’t know why. I knew he had a job as a butcher in a nearby rural supermarket. He was a bit of a farmer too, more as a hobby and a side gig. He had a few cattle, but mostly grew and harvested hay to sell to the local dairies. I knew he had turned his garage into a machine shop, and could fix damn near anything. From the flat tires on my bicycle to the old flat-bed truck he’d haul hay with, to an old 1950s riding lawnmower he somehow managed to keep in working order. I knew he could draw a really cool cartoon cowboy, I knew he loved to watch football, and I knew the whiskers on his chin were very pokey, and they’d tickle you when he kissed you on the cheek, and that when you tried to rub the sensation away he’d laugh and laugh and laugh.
Then there were the parts of his life that I’d learn much later. Mostly from odd passing comments from relatives, or things I’d find in the public records. Like how he’d been a better grandfather than a father. Or how his life as I knew it had been a second, better life. He’d been born among the Norwegian settler community, way up in the deep, dark, forest-shrouded hills that rimmed the valley. He’d been a logger in his youth. Technologically he was only a generation or two from the ones I’d learned about in the museum. They’d replaced donkeys with diesel engines and corduroy roads with narrow gauge rail. It was still the same job, though. Dirty, dangerous, dark. Way back into those woods, living in little logging camps, civilization was always a several-day hike out. It became a vulgar sort of profession, filled with violent men, reprobates, and thieves. When my grandfather’s father was murdered on his front porch by a lunatic claiming he’d been wronged somehow, my grandfather hiked out of there, got into town, and joined the Navy. He vowed never to go back. The things he’d seen out in those woods were no good. He’d kept that existence away from me. Anyways…
Tommy Barker was the first of us to go missing. I say ‘us’ as if I knew him personally. I didn’t. He went to Farmingham Middle School, other side of town, and several grades above us. From our perspective, he may as well have been an adult living overseas.
Yet it felt like we got to know him. His face was everywhere, on TV, all over telephone poles. Everybody was talking about him. After he didn’t return from a friend’s house, everybody just sort of assumed, or maybe hoped, that he’d just gotten lost, or was trapped somewhere. They searched all the parks. Backyards, junkyards, refrigerators, trunks. Old-fashioned refrigerators, back before suction seals, had a simple handle with a latch that opened when you pulled on it. It wasn’t a problem when the fridges were in use and filled with food. But by the 80s old broke-down refrigerators started filling up backyards and junkyards, and they became deathtraps for kids playing hide-and-seek. The only opened from the outside. I remember thinking Tommy Barker was a little old to have likely been playing hide-and-seek, but people checked everywhere anyway. They never found him.
That was about the first time we saw the Hidebehind. Ben said he thought he saw somebody following us, looked like, maybe, a kid. We’d just slowly huffed our way up a moderately steep hill, Farmingham is full of them, and when we paused for a breather at the top, Ben said he saw it down the hill, closer to the base. Yet when we turned to look there was nothing there. Ben said he’d just seen it duck behind a car. That wasn’t the sort of behavior of a random kid minding his own business. Yet the slope afforded us a view under the car’s carriage, and except for the four tires, there were no signs of any feet hiding behind the body. At first, we thought he was pulling our leg. When he insisted he wasn’t, we started to tease him a little. He must have been seeing things, on account of his poor vision and thick glasses. The fact that those glasses afforded him vision as good as or better than any of us wasn’t something we considered.
The next person to disappear was Amy Brooks. Fifth-grader. Next elementary school over. I remember it feeling like when you’re traveling down the freeway, and there’s a big thunderstorm way down the road, but it keeps getting closer, and closer. I don’t remember what she looked like. Her face wasn’t plastered everywhere like Tommy’s had been. She was mentioned on the regional news, out of Seattle, her and Tommy together. Two missing kids from the same town in a short amount of time. The implication was as obvious as it was depraved. They didn’t think the kids were getting lost anymore. They didn’t do very much searching of backyards. The narratives changed too. Teachers started talking a lot about stranger danger. Local TV channels started recycling old After School Specials and public service announcements about the subject.
I’m not sure who saw it next. I think it was Ben again. We took him seriously this time though. I think. The one I’m sure I remember was soon after, and that time it was India who first saw it. It’s still crystal clear in my memory, almost forty years later, because that was the time I first saw it too. We were riding through a four-way stop, an Idaho Stop before they called it that, when India slammed to a stop, locking up her coaster brakes and leaving a long black streak of rubber on a dry patch of pavement. We stopped quickly after and asked what the problem was. We could tell by her face she’d seen it. She was still looking at it.
“I see it,” she whispered, unnecessarily. We all followed her gaze. We were looking, I don’t know, ten seconds? Twenty? We believed everything she said, we just couldn’t see it.
“Where?” Ralph asked.
“Four blocks down,” she whispered. “On the left. See the red car? Kinda rusty?” There was indeed a big old Lincoln Continental, looking pretty ratty and worn. I focused on that, still seeing nothing. “Past that, just to its right. See the street light pole? It’s just behind that.”
We also saw the pole she was talking about. Metal. Aluminum, I’d have guessed. It had different color patches, like metallic flakeboard. Like it’d had been melted together out of scrap.
I could see that clearly even from that distance. I saw nothing behind it. I could see plenty of other things in the background, cars, houses, bushes, front lawns, beauty bark landscape.. There was no indication of anything behind that pole.
And then it moved. It had been right there where she said it had been, yet it had somehow perfectly blended into the landscape, a trick of perspective. We didn’t see it at all until it moved, and almost as fast it had disappeared behind that light pole. We only got a hint. Brown in color, about our height in size.
We screamed. Short little startled screams, the involuntary sort that just burst out of you. Then we turned and started to pedal like mad, thoroughly spooked. We made it to the intersection of the next block when it was Ralph who screeched to a halt and shouted, “Wait!”
We slowed down and stopped, perhaps not as eagerly as we’d done when India yelled. Ralph was looking back over his shoulder, looking at that metal pole. “Did anybody see it move again?’ he asked. We all shook our heads in the negative. Ralph didn’t notice, but of course, he didn’t really need an answer, of course we hadn’t been watching.
“If it didn’t move, then it’s still there!” Ralph explained the obvious. It took a second to sink in, despite the obvious. “C’mon!” he shouted, and to our surprise, before we could react, he turned and took off, straight down the road, straight to where that thing had been lurking.
We were incredulous, but something about his order made us all follow hot on his heels. He was a sort of natural leader. I thought it was total foolishness, but I wasn’t going to let him go alone. I think I got out, “Are you crazy?!”
The wind was blowing hard past our faces as we raced as fast as we could, it made it hard to hear. Ralph shouted his response. “If it’s hiding that means its afraid!” That seemed reasonable, if not totally accurate. Lions hide from their prey before they attack. Then again, they don’t wait around when the whole herd charges. Really, the pole was coming up so fast there wasn’t a whole lot of time to argue. “Just blast past and look!” Ralph added. “We’re too fast! It won’t catch us.”
Sure, I thought to myself. Except maybe Ben, who always lagged behind the rest of us in a race. The lion would get Ben if any of us.
We rushed past that pole and all turned our heads to look. “See!” Ralph shouted in triumph. There was simply nothing there. A metal streetlight pole and nothing more. We stopped pedaling yet still sped on. “Hang on,” Ralph said, and at the next intersection he took a fast looping curve that threatened to crash us all, but we managed and curved behind him. We all came to the pole again where we stopped to see up close that there was nothing there, despite what we had seen moments before.
“Maybe it bilocated,” Ben offered. We groaned. We were all thinking it, but I think we were dismissive because it wasn’t as cool a word as ‘teleport.”
“Maybe it just moved when we weren’t looking,” I offered. That hadn’t been long, but that didn’t mean anything if it moved fast. The four of us slowly looked up from the base of the pole to our immediate surroundings. There were bushes. A car in a carport covered by a tarpaulin. The carport itself. Garbage cans. Stumps. Of course the ever-present trees. Whatever it was it could have been hiding behind anything. Maybe it was. We looked. Maybe it would make itself seen. None of us wanted that. “OK, let’s get going,” Ralph said, and we did so.
I got home feeling pretty shaken that afternoon. I felt safe at home. Except for the front room, which had a big bay window looking out onto the street, and the people who lived across it. There were plenty of garbage cans and telephone poles and stumps that a small, fast thing might hide behind. No, I felt more comfortable in my bedroom. There was a window, but a great thick conical cypress tree grew right in front of it, reaching way up over the roof of the house. If anything, it offered ME a place to hide, and peer out onto the street to either side of the tree. It was protective, as good as any heavy blanket.
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2023.06.01 03:54 Ukrainer_UA 4:52 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 463rd Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. This is part four in our series about the ideas, values ​​and dreams of fallen defenders of Ukraine. These are the words of the Heavenly Regiment. + Discussion + Charities

4:52 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 463rd Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. This is part four in our series about the ideas, values ​​and dreams of fallen defenders of Ukraine. These are the words of the Heavenly Regiment. + Discussion + Charities

🇺🇦 Слава Україні! 🇺🇦

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The below is another selection from an article we published recently. You can find earlier selections here:

Part I Part II Part III

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The Words of the Heavenly Regiment, Part 4

Our defenders sometimes seem to do something beyond human capabilities, so skillfully liberating the lands from the Russian invaders, who greatly outnumber us in terms of resources. Ukrainians rejoice at every victory, at the same time remembering what a huge price they pay. Every life of those who died defending the freedom and independence of Ukraine is priceless, worthy of eternal memory and honor.
The modern Russian-Ukrainian war began 8 years ago and has already claimed many lives of soldiers loyal to our country. First, the Heavenly Hundred appeared on the Independence Square, and now it is the Heavenly Regiment. We will always remember their courage to defend Ukraine's independence thanks to their ideas, values ​​and dreams that continue to live on in their words.
We include below a selection of quotes from the Heavenly Regiment. Their words guide us to understand where we are going, and why, and what we are fighting for, with the invaders.
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Oleh Marinchenko

Oleh Marinchenko.
Combat Medic Military Chaplain ATO Veteran "Cyborg"
An evangelical Baptist Christian who served as a chaplain and combat medic in the Russo-Ukrainian war since 2014; in particular, he participated in the defense of the Donetsk airport as one of the famous "Cyborgs". After the start of a full-scale invasion, he again went to the front, where he saved the lives of soldiers.
Died in August in the Kherson region from a direct hit by a large-caliber Russian mortar in the dugout, where he was providing emergency aid to the wounded. According to his comrades, Oleh covered four of his fellow fighters with his body and thus saved them.

"'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' (John 15:13). And we fulfill this commandment before God, essentially. We lay down our souls for those who are close to us: for our comrades here, for our families there, for the whole country."

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Roman Barvinok-Skrypal

Roman Barvinok-Skrypal.
Military serviceman Musician Activist
Roman grew up in a Ukrainian-speaking family in Odesa. Since childhood, he was engaged in music and dancing. He went to the front for the first time in 2016. He was not eligible for the draft due to poor eyesight, but hid it to defend his country - he fought first in the volunteer army and then in the marines. Every free minute, even in the trenches, he tried to improve his musical skills - he was a violinist.
He died on August 20th. Less than three months before his death, he lost his father, who also fought against the Russians.

[What made you fight?] "Reluctance for Ukrainian children to see the war, to see this horror. This is the main thing. Every man, when his country is attacked by another country, must go and defend his country, his land and his people."

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Andriy Bukhalo

Andriy Bukhalo.
Military serviceman Entrepreneur
He was born in Poltava region. Since August of 2014, he defended Ukraine as part of Aidar [Ed. note - 24th Separate Assault Battalion "Aidar"]. A few years ago, he resigned from the service and opened a vehicle service station. He wanted to build a garage to repair army equipment and build a buggy (an open-wheel vehicle suitable for driving off-road) to safely transport the wounded from the battlefield. After February 24th, the sergeant of the Armed Forces in the reserve picked up a weapon again.
Died on August 18th, defending the country in the Kharkiv region.

"Everything will be Ukraine! Everyone should realize this. This is our future, which we will defend to the last drop of blood. From Lviv to Luhansk. From Chernihiv to Sevastopol. The nation woke up. We pay a terribly high price for our freedom, but everything will end with the prophetic words of the Kobzar [Taras Shevchenko]:

And on renewed earth,

There will be no enemy, no adversary,

But there will be a son and there will be a mother,

And there will be people on the land."

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Vyacheslav Zaitsev

Vyacheslav Zaitsev.
Historian Deputy Military Officer
Vyacheslav Zaitsev was the head of the information and publishing department of the Khortytsia National Reserve, a two-term member of the Zaporizhzhia City Council. Participant of the ATO [Ed. note - "Anti-Terrorist Operation Zone": the area of Ukraine where defense against the first phase of the Russian invasion has occurred since 2014] since March 2014, and a defender of Donetsk airport. He was wounded twice. For his military merits, he was awarded the state awarded order "For Courage" of the third degree.
From the first day of the full-scale invasion, Vyacheslav Zaitsev again joined the ranks of the Armed Forces.
Died in October, in the Donetsk region.

"Putin's cronies offer us 'peace' on their terms. If we agree, we would define ourselves as worthless. We will never, never give up. Only freedom. Yes, maybe this sounds a bit ardent. But there is no other option. Either they [kill] us, or we [kill] them - there will be no second chance."

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Bizhan Sharopov

Bizhan Sharopov.
Biologist Public Activist
Born in Tajikistan, he moved to Ukraine with his family at the age of six. He studied at the Department of Biology at the National University "Kyiv-Mohyla Academy", defended his PhD thesis. He was an active participant in the Revolution of Dignity, in 2014 he fought as part of the Aidar volunteer battalion. In two years, he became the co-founder and chief biologist of the biotechnology company Ukrainian Genetic Technologies.
After the start of a full-scale invasion, he returned to the front.
Since April 2022, he was considered missing. On February 6, 2023, his death was confirmed.

"Civilization spreads through wars with barbarians. Only war is the sufficiently sharp form of competition that reveals all the merits and demerits of a community. Tests it for viability. The barbarian tribes either learn from their own defeats and rise to the level of civilization, or they are ground to dust in this struggle. Russians, as the experience of the last decade shows, do not learn anything."

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Ihor Teryokhin

Ihor Teryokhin.
Journalist Writer Restaurateur
He worked as a journalist in Odesa and ran a writing blog. In addition, he studied winemaking and later began working as a sommelier and wine consultant. Became a restaurateur.
From the first days of the full-scale invasion, he defended the country in the ranks of the Territorial Defense.
Died on January 23rd, 2023 in the Kherson region.

"About important things. This victory will belong to the volunteers. First of all, them. Then to all of us. Write to everyone on the front lines. More and more often. Even when they don't answer. Do not doubt the victory. She is on her way. Believe me."

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Author: Daryna Mudrak Editor-in-chief: Nataliya Ponedilok Editor: Kateryna Lehka Photo Editor: Yuriy Stefanyak Content Manager: Anastasiia Zhokhova
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The 463rd day of a nine year invasion that has been going on for centuries.
One day closer to victory.

🇺🇦 HEROYAM SLAVA! 🇺🇦

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Verified Charities

  • u/Jesterboyd is a mod for ukraine and local to Kyiv. He is currently selling t-shirts raising money to buy some very interesting drones. Link to donation
  • United24: This site was launched by President Zelenskyy as the main venue for collecting charitable donations in support of Ukraine. Funds will be allocated to cover the most pressing needs facing Ukraine.
  • Come Back Alive: This NGO crowdfunds non-lethal military equipment, such as thermal vision scopes & supplies it to the front lines. It also provides training for Ukrainian soldiers, as well as researching troops’ needs and social reintegration of veterans.
  • Trident Defense Initiative: This initiative run by former NATO and UA servicemen has trained and equipped thousands of Ukrainian soldiers.
  • Ukraine Front Line US-based and registered 501(c)(3), this NGO fulfills front line soldiers' direct defense and humanitarian aid requests through their man on the ground, Ukraine's own u/jesterboyd.
  • Ukraine Aid Ops: Volunteers around the world who are helping to find and deliver equipment directly to those who need it most in Ukraine.
  • Hospitallers: This is a medical battalion that unites volunteer paramedics and doctors to save the lives of soldiers on the frontline. They crowdfund their vehicle repairs, fuel, and medical equipment.
  • Humanity: Co-founded by u/kilderov, Humanity is a small team of volunteers securing and distributing humanitarian aid to the most vulnerable populations in temporarily occupied Kherson Oblast. Kilderov and his friends were under occupation in Nova Kakhovka in 2022.
You can find many more charities with diverse areas of focus in our vetted charities list HERE.
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2023.06.01 03:25 GoingCrazy0515 Global Automatic Unstacking Machine Market Report by 2023

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2023.06.01 03:07 knightB4 Powder Mill Road project closes road for three weeks

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2023.06.01 02:04 Ok-Relief4772 Mills River businesses closing because of upcoming road expansion project

Mills River businesses closing because of upcoming road expansion project
Not the creamery, say it ain't so!!!
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2023.06.01 01:35 AValentineSolutions My Coming Out Story

This is a sad story. I know some people don't like those, so I don't blame you for scrolling. But I just watched this young man's amazingly brave regaling of his life as a gay kid, and since Pride Month begins tomorrow, I thought I would tell my story.
I grew up in a state as red as Texas, but with snow. So much snow. Growing up, I was raised strictly Catholic. I wanted to my my parents happy, so I attended Mass, prayed, got baptized, attended confirmation, and would have gotten around to my eucharist, had things gone a different way.
By the time I got to high school, I knew that I was supposed to be into boys. I got the talk from my parents. Sex education? Funny. I could regale you with how bad that was, but I will spare you. Just know that it was very clear that girls who have sex before marriage are tainted and likely will have STIs.
When I was 15, not long after my birthday, my best friend asked me out. He was a sweet guy, and I cared about him so much. But I didn't feel the love emotions the way he felt for me. Figured that maybe it was all too new, so the feelings would come. We went out on a couple dates, and he even kissed me. My first kiss. It was actually sweet. I still care deeply for him. But the feelings still didn't come.
Then I met this amazing girl. She was so beautiful. She wore a jean jacket, long skirts, and had this amazing slowing hair. I couldn't stop thinking about her. One day, I accidentally stepped on that back of her skirt, which gave me a view of her underwear. I was red as a beet when she turned around. All apologies. But she laughed it off. That was how our friendship started. Every day, when I wasn't talking to her, I was thinking about her.
My bestie, God bless him, noticed. But he wasn't mad. Instead, he helped me realize that I had more than friendly feelings for her. I was into her. I wanted to hold her. Touch her. Kiss her. When it finally hit me, I was scared. That couldn't be me! It couldn't be! I am a good Christian girl. I believe in God and follow his teachings. So why was I feeling this way. I was also afraid that my bestie would be mad at me. He wasn't. He was bummed, but understanding. Even swore that he would never tell a living soul. At least before, if ever, I decided to come out.
The feelings for this girl started to morph into dreams, fantasies. We were talking more and more. I didn't know at the time, but she was dating a guy. Every moment I was with her, there was thos invisible wire pulling on me. I asked her what she thought about people being gay, and I had hope! She said that it was fine, that she didn't care how other people felt. So I decided, right then and there, that she would be the first I told. I figured that even if she didn't feel the same way, she would have the decency to keep it a secret.
She didn't. She told everybody. Well, first hee boyfriend, and from there the game of telephone started. It almost got impressive how insane the story of me telling her how I felt was. You can muse on that on your own. Needless to say, it reached my parents. The fight that followed was as brutal as it was painful. Lots of screaming. Lots of anger. Lots of being told that I am going to Hell. They had apparently been told one of the exaggerated versions of the story. Really exaggerated.
So I was kicked out, told to never come back. I only had the clothes on my back. Only place I could think to go was my bestie's. I knocked on their door, late at night, soaking wet from the downpour I was caught in as I walked down the road sobbing. His parent brought me inside. I got cleaned up and warmed up. Got to sleep in their guest room. Even though we weren't dating anymore, bestie held me close. The next day, his mom told me she had tried to talk to my parents, but they wouldn't hear it. I was a...colorful word for lesbian, and that's all there was to it.
Managed to sneak back into my room and grab a few things. My school books, bag, some clothes, and my orca plush. My sister told me she wouldn't be like them and throw me away. Those words aged like milk, but I have talked about that.
At school, it wasn't any better. I was a pariah. Got beat up by a bunch of girls' boyfriends, because being a colorful word for lesbian means you deserve it. Someone even spray-painted my swim team uniform that they were going to r*pe me. I droppednout after that, and got my GED. I was a straight A student, so I had no problem getting into a decent college. Even more with grad school after I got my BS.
Sorry if that was too long. That's my "uplifting" coming out story. Just thinking that I wish there had been a teacher or two who said that being gay isn't wrong, growing up. I hope you are all well, sisters. 🫂💙
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2023.06.01 01:02 Gran-Colmillo Well well well it's Wednesday AMA

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2023.05.31 22:41 boatz4helen Greenwashing tho.

Isn't it just sad?
The tremendous effort put into creating political will. The grass roots movements. Carbon offsets. All the capital investments in silly stuff like stupid e-scooters as an app and wind mills made in coal powered China. All the insane energy inputs diverted to lithium battery tech, which is such an ecological dead end.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Activism is futile, because in this post-truth society, science and empiricism don't matter.
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2023.05.31 21:32 Sunny-3611 Minority Partner in a Distribution Company- Found out recently we are in major debt to suppliers- I'm in over my head and feel like we could be in a lot of trouble

Hello, I'm new here and looking for some advice as I'm in a thicket of significant problems. To start I'm a minority owner of a distribution company. We distribute big equipment in the agricultural industry. To give context, most of our deals are around the 50-100k range. We started the company about three years ago with some manufacturing partners that my partner and I had gained relationships with throughout our careers. We began selling and installing/supporting products for our main supplier during covid and were helping them keep afloat during that time. In our first year we did 4 million in revenue and brought on about 4 employees. I have always handled the HR, sales and marketing and left the accounting up to my business partner. Last year we did around 6 mill in revenue and got up to 15 empoyees. We have gained a respected name in our industry as we hired some very advanced support and we have taken very good care of our customers. One year ago our main manufactuer (lets call them Fiender) tried to purchase us. We decided to have the conversation even though we felt it could lead to some issues if we declined. After months of meetings and planning for a cooperation they gave us a low offer and we refused and asked to revisit down the road. We were also courted by another large distribution company and decided to not take up our time with too much negotiation until we were in a better place to sell.
Things start to get tough around December. I should again note that I left financial decisions to my business partner (bad idea) and didn't have clear knowledge of where we stood. We usually do well in December as people are trying to make big purchases to write off taxes. We had a slower December than usual and I found out that we had a pretty larger balance with Fiender (company that tried to buy us). My partner explained that we usually keep a balance around 400k with them and it's fine as money is always going back and forth between them. He also explained that there are times it gets higher and it's fine as long as we are always sending money from our orders. I noticed though that he was starting to get ancy about revenue and confronted him on it. He told me he had decided to put payments on hold for a few weeks as we were low on money and needed to get through this. We ended up selling quite a bit of equipment in December and I figured things had straightened themselves out.
In January the CEO of Fiender's North American Division came to our office to meet with us. I was completely blindsided and told the night before the meeting that we had a balance with them just south of 1 mill and they were upset. The CEO meets with us and lets us know that they will no longer send equipment until the balance is completely paid off. This is a major problem as we have our December orders to fill. We come to a payment agreement with a clause that all future equipment must be paid for upfront. A big point to bring up is that during this time Fiender decided to go direct with sales and cuts most distribution companies. Also a note- They went exactly by our playbook that we discussed during the negotiations we had when they offered to buy us and are now competing against us.
It is now almost June our sales slowed way down throughout this year and we have barely scraped by. We laid off as many employees as possible. I have barely received a paycheck in 2023. Thankfully we have always made payroll but it has been extremely stressful at times. We haven't fulfilled many of the December orders and are being threatened with lawsuits. We already owe a lot in returns and have not been able to make our payments to Fiender as well as other manufacturers. I am at a complete loss as to what to do. Sales are coming in and we are currently working on a loan but it has to be done through my partner as I'm a minority owner. It will save us and we can definitely make the payments on it but I get told that it's coming through every day and it doesn't. I have upset customers and vendors calling me all the time. I personally have gone into debt as I haven't been paid. I feel like our reputation and my personal reputation are compromised. I have put everything I have into this business and genuinly want the best for our employees and customers. I feel like I've failed in my part of the business by not paying attention. We are considering going back to the companies that were interested in purchasing us and taking whatever they will offer knowing where we stand. I'm sorry this is a long post but really any advice would be helpful right now.

Short Story: Minority owner of a distribution company == wasn't involved in accounting== did really well and then found out this year that we are in massive debt== Suppliers have cut us off until we pay them and we can't pay for equipment==customers are threatening lawsuits=== Waiting on a loan that never arrives.
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2023.05.31 20:29 BelovedxCisque Minion’s Tale

Minion’s Tale
I’ve got a bit of a story…rewind back to the winter if 2010. I was in a really bad place (abusive ex/having a horrible time at school/parents being uncompromising) and I was walking back to my college dorm thinking about how it would be so much easier if I wasn’t alive and how to best go about that when I found Minion. Minion was an orange and white Circo cat from Target and he just happened to be laying on the sidewalk right in front of me as I walked. Minion was the name of my ex’s cat that he’d found under a park bench one night and he looked the same down to the white tip of his tail so it was an obvious choice for a name. I took that as a sign to hold on just a bit more.
Minion came with me on all sorts of adventures. I went to see my ex that was abusive when he was living in South Korea and Minion came. Whilst there I got food poisoning so bad I thought that was going to be what ended my life approximately 12 hours before I was supposed to fly bank to the USA. He got vomited on during the landing of the Korea-Japan leg of the trip. I refused to throw him away so he got wrapped in a plastic bag and I held him and cried to the point I thought I was going to burst every blood vessel in my eyes during the Japan-USA part of the journey. He got a bath in a pillow case in the washing machine after that and went on lots of other journeys with me.
When I lived with my other ex boyfriend in a different state he was there. When I went to China to teach English for 6 years he was there. When I went to Peru to try Ayahuasca for the first time he was in the room backing me up. I made a human personality for him in my mind and I decided he would have been special forces during the Vietnam War. He got hurt in combat and was honorably discharged and retired to Florida where he spent most of his time living out his retirement peacefully and was a beloved member of the local community but every once in awhile his country would call on him and he’d suit up and go back. The jungles of Vietnam were the days when I would just sob and sob to the point my teeth hurt. He got hurt by me hugging him too much (he was pretty flat and I actually took him to Build a Bear and they re stuffed him for me and I put a heart inside him when I was there because he deserved one and needed it to do his job). I adopted a greyhound from a Chinese slaughterhouse rescue and he was still in the puppy chewing stage and almost chewed an ear off of him. He would have gotten the Bronze Star for bravery for having all that happen to him and still serving. The ex I lived with said that sometimes soldiers get hurt and dirty serving their country but they know it’s their duty and if they weren’t up for it they wouldn’t have enlisted and he wouldn’t have been on the sidewalk that day if he couldn’t handle being my friend through all of that.
I came back to the USA in the summer of 2021 with him and my greyhound. We ended up meeting somebody on Reddit and after a few months I moved to Oregon to be with him. We all loved together happily until February. In February we went on a little road trip to Portland (about 2 hours away) to replace the shoe inserts I have because I have no arches and am in pain and stomp around like Godzilla without them. I thought he was packed up in the backpack when it was time to go home but I guess not. When I went to unpack I found he wasn’t in the backpack. Partner and I gutted the apartment and tore up the car without success.
I called the hotel and they said he wasn’t there. I called 8 hours later got a different person who actually went up to the room (he said we were the last ones in it) and looked only to find nothing. I even made a post on Portland asking if anybody saw him to please let me know and I’d pay to have him sent to me as well as a finder’s fee. Nothing.
Many tears were shed and lots of sleep was lost. I was telling the story at lunch at my work and a woman who travels a lot said legally hotels aren’t allowed to throw anything out as it’s somebody’s property (not even so much as a sock under the bed) and he was there and they were just being lazy. I showed everybody pictures and as parents/woman they all agreed that if they found something like that they’d know it was obviously important to somebody and not throw it out (my biggest fear). The traveling woman said that most men that are on the cleaning team are younger guys who have siblings or kids if their own and would know to not throw it out. She said to have my partner call and ask how long they keep lost things. He did and they said 90 days. So we made the drive back to Portland to check the hotel in the hopes that it was just laziness and if I was physically there asking he’d magically show up.
After 2 hours in the car we pulled into the parking lot and I anxiously walked up to the front desk to ask about him. The lady said she’d look in the back, my heart sunk when she came up empty handed. I asked for the sake of my own sanity could I please go look for him in the lost and found. She agreed and I went back to check. Instead of his squashed little face and torn ear peeking out from a plastic bag all there was was a neck pillow and some old clothes. I walked back out to the parking lot in tears.
About a month later I was at a local Ayahuasca retreat and as I listened to the chanting and held the vomit bucket I was sobbing. I was deep in the depths of sorrow and was thinking about how in the religion I was raised in you’re more or less condemned for being born. I didn’t ask to be born and if there was some button I could push so I just somehow didn’t exist and nobody would remember me and I would just kind of melt into blackness and become one with the night I would. But that’s impossible. I realized that during that night of wishing my parents never had me that I must have realized that before on some subconscious level along with the fact that I couldn’t will myself out of existence. So I did it for the thing I loved the most. Minion.
About a month after that I was coming back from the store when I went to unlock the door to my apartment and saw a familiar shape on the doorstep. Minion?!?! I picked up the stuffed animal and realized it was way WAY too clean to be Minion plus the ear wasn’t dangling by a thread. It wasn’t as fat as Minion was due to having been restuffed but it was clearly the same make/model. There was a small hole in its chest so I sewed that up while thinking about how I have a little scar right in the middle of my chest from a cyst removal so this one matched me on a physical level. I sat on the bed holding my new little buddy while I waited for my partner to get out of the shower so I could ask him what kind of magic he worked to make a plush that hadn’t been sold in stores in 10+ years appear on our doorstep.
He at first denied anything to do with the new plush friend on the doorstep but after more questioning he admitted to possibly maybe having something to do with it. There were some happy tears cried as I hugged him with the new cat smashed in between us. My partner asked was his name still Minion and I said no. Minion was gone forever and I’d made peace with it and there were new adventures and stories to be had. This one was a girl and her name is Angelina.
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