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Pressure Ridges and Progress: Part 2
Sunday, April 06, 2014
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Our only source of water yesterday was saturated with salt crystals so we had to drink salty water all day. Had four dog team leaders fired today by Maher. Sadly, he is running out of qualified candidates unless, of course, me and Mike qualify. Mike and I tried the good cop bad cop method with the dogs. I would treat Ersus with kindness and respect (one of the fired leaders), Mike would speak sternly at him. After 2 seconds of Mike's technique, Ersus cowered away and peed on the spot. My favorite of the dogs is Stephy. A huge dog with a good temperament. Stephy traveled with me on th ...continued...
- By: Mark Andresen
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:53:00 AM
First 10 Years -Years of Happy Innocence
Tuesday, November 11, 1952 to Sunday, November 11, 1962
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11 is a very important number in my life. Let me tell you why. I was born at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the year, the 11th child of the 12 that my mother and father had in total. Of the 10 that had been born before me, only four were still living when I was born; four of the six who had died had not reached their first birthday. Of the four then alive, only two survive to this day. So out of 12 children, only the last four , including me, are,as at the time of starting writing this story in 2013, still living. And, as with most births at that time a ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Monday, July 22, 2013, 8:26:00 AM
- updated: Wednesday, July 08, 2020 2:48:00 PM
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Joseph Nyakairu 2016
At peace and on track
Final Stretch
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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The entire team is catching a couple hours of sleep before we make our final push to the pole. I, on the other hand, stupidly volunteered to stay awake so that someone could watch the stove for heat and so someone could wake everyone else up at 4am (it is 3am now). Our goal is to make it to the pole before 12 noon so we can catch a ride back to Barneo with another team on the helicopter. While it is not a major thing if we miss the ride, as we can camp at the pole until we can arrange another ride, but we have made such good time over the last 150+ miles that it is now a point of pride to h ...continued...
- By: Mark Andresen
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:31:00 AM
Coping
Friday, January 02, 2015 to Monday, January 12, 2015
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Happiness is not being pained in the body or troubled in the mind. There was a time not so long ago when I could barely walk or move easily at all. My livelihood was being taken from me and I was depressed and miserable. Doctors told me that my arthritis could be managed but that it wouldn't get any better. Well it DID GET BETTER. Because I did something about it. I educated myself, I learned to lap swim. I listened to my body and developed a bodyrolling technique. i experimented. I found myself out of necessity chasing arthritis relief nearly everyday. I also found that with out a doubt a ...continued...
- By: Edward Cook
- Monday, January 12, 2015, 10:12:00 AM
- updated: Thursday, January 15, 2015 10:56:00 AM
First Christmas
Sunday, November 01, 1964 to Friday, November 01, 1974
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FIRST CHRISTMAS ©2014 By Rolland Love rtl@kc.rr.com The last sound I heard as I drifted off to sleep was the howling wind. In the middle of the night I was awakened by a scream from the back bedroom. My dog Trouser came over and licked my face. I sat up and draped a wool blanket around my shoulders. Then slid out of bed and walked across a cold hardwood floor. I found myself standing at the bedroom door. The scene was strange and scary, like something in a dream. Sitting on white wicker tables, one on each side of my mother and father’s bed, were ke ...continued...
- By: Rolland Love
- Wednesday, November 26, 2014, 9:36:00 AM
- updated: Wednesday, November 26, 2014 9:47:00 AM
Chapter One
Monday, October 27, 2014 to Thursday, November 06, 2014
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Prologue: She could’ve asked him what he was doing. Where he was going. But she wasn’t stupid. Through glazed eyes, she watched from the doorway while Aaron tossed clothes into the open suitcase in the middle of the sagging bed. His face was hard, his jaw set. Though an icy silence hung between them, Mandi sensed that hot rage simmered just below the surface. And that it could erupt her direction at any moment. But he didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her. Why should he? What was there to say? There’d been ...continued...
- By: Darlene Deluca
- Thursday, November 06, 2014, 8:02:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, April 29, 2015 9:11:00 PM
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Something Good
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Three Lessons in the Art of Love
Tuesday, November 01, 2005 to Saturday, October 31, 2015
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When he was in his early eighties, my father taught me about the possible depths of his love. I knew my parents had a fine relationship but I never realized how much my father adored my mother. There was little hint of his admiration and passion in their visible every day relationship. Only after my mother sank into Alzheimer’s did my grief-worn father reveal his immeasurable love. Oh he didn’t talk about his feelings: he was, after all, a WWII veteran and a man raised to stoically endure for the sake of his family. But he showed me his devotion every day. Lesson I: “Is ...continued...
- By: Deborah Shouse
- Sunday, November 15, 2015, 6:22:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, November 15, 2015 6:53:00 PM
Cultural Event
Monday, April 03, 2017 to Thursday, April 13, 2017
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For my cultural event I went to an event called Feed My Starving Children in Libertyville, Illionois. I attended this event on Tuesday April 11th. Feed My Starving Children was a cultural event that felt like a great fit. I volunteered and had a chance to learn about different cultures and what their struggle was like in terms of children lacking food sources. We first walked into the building where we were greeted and told to sign in, grab a hair net and gloves, and to take a seat. Once everyone was seated there was a speaker who greeted us. There was a large amount of volunteeers th ...continued...
- By: Ellen Morrell
- Saturday, February 04, 2017, 12:48:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, April 13, 2017 9:24:00 PM
Chapter One
Monday, November 24, 2014 to Thursday, December 04, 2014
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Chapter One Matt Dalton held his breath. The doctor removed his glasses, and tapped them against the document in his hands, his blank face conveying nothing of the opinion he was about to render. “Mr. Dalton, based on this report, I’d say there’s about a ninety-nine-percent chance this boy is your son.” Matt’s pulse raced. It’s what he expected, but the doctor’s words of confirmation made it real. Holy Christ, he had a son. He was a father. Nothing so profoundly life-changing had ever happened to him, and it took his breath away. He s ...continued...
- By: Darlene Deluca
- Thursday, December 04, 2014, 10:48:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, December 04, 2014 10:58:00 PM
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Unexpected Legacy
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Where Things Live
Thursday, April 10, 2014
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In order to prepare for this trip Mark and I went to a 3 day shakedown camp with the guides in January. We spent two nights in a tent at minus 20 Fahrenheit. The guides talked about knowing where all of your gear is at all times. They would say for example to keep your lighter in the same pocket and if you need it, it is there. And as soon as you are done put it back because it lives there. This is crucial in the arctic because we have limited space and you need to keep track of your gear. Too much energy is spent looking for something and if you are freezing you need it right away. Anyone ...continued...
- By: Mike Ketchmark
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 9:52:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
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As a part of a division 1 college cross country team, I am true thankful for the opportunity that others could only wish for... Unfortunately, theres always a dark side to everything that happens in my life. As a freshman, I ran terribly. I was nervous, scared, and always depressed. I was varsity but with terrible times. I grew and matured as most college kids do and by my sophomore year I was leading the team. I consistently ran in the low 19s and led the team with an iron will to win. The down side is that my coach despises me because I am not the type of athlete who sucks up or lays at some ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
- updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:45:00 PM
Truth is clearly overrated among our kind (3)
Wednesday, February 17, 2016 to Saturday, February 27, 2016
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The lesson should be constantly enforced that, though the people support the government, the government should not support the people. (President Grover Cleveland, while vetoing a bill offering financial aid to the poor, 1887) Collyfoxing By coincidence I happened to see a YouTube video put up by Jon Ritzheimer a few weeks back, one of the gang leaders that occupied the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge and who is now in jail. He stood in front of a table piled high with dozens of dildos that his detractors had sent. What struck me, however, was the seemin ...continued...
- By: walter winch
- Monday, August 04, 2014, 6:05:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, February 27, 2016 9:18:00 AM
Bipolar
Thursday, February 19, 2015 to Sunday, March 01, 2015
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The big blow out! Mom entered my room, I can only imagine after grilling my sibling about her weight, spending habits and other things. She was on the war path and it just so happened that I was the nect victim. I heard a knock which lead to her helping herself into my room as though she owned it. To be honest, she pays the mortgage so every room in this house belongs to her. Immediately she went into the amount of pop cans that were all over my bedroom, and the garbage bag which she assumed was filled with crumpled up chip bags and empty pop cans. She wanted to prove that I wasnt as ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, March 01, 2015, 12:15:00 AM
- updated: Sunday, March 01, 2015 1:46:00 AM
Second Camping Trip
Wednesday, January 01, 1964 to Tuesday, January 01, 1974
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Test - On my second camping trip in the Ozark Mountains we took my friend Iver along and he was chased down the river by a Cotton Mouth Water Mossican. So now i'm back and adding to the chapter. ...continued...
- By: Rolland Love
- Friday, January 10, 2014, 1:40:00 PM
- updated: Friday, January 17, 2014 12:43:00 PM
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This is not a sucker
I'll load a sucker later
One Goal at a Time
Friday, April 11, 2014
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Today was brutal. The cold was so intense you had to think long and hard before you took off your gloves to decide if what needed doing was worth a period of intense pain. By far our coldest day yet. During the day I realized how many arctic visitors, like Scott's expedition, had met their fates. Don't get me wrong, Mike and I are in very capable hands and doing quite well, but today's intense cold, with the addition of a stiff breeze, made me understand how many of these explorers, who all embraced life, could simply give up and succumb to the cold. With no food or limited shel ...continued...
- By: Mark Andresen
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:42:00 AM
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One Goal at a Time
North Pole