In political circles one has heard, and read, very frequently of late, expressions of regret—on the one hand that unionists should have come to the assistance of a discredited and bankrupt administration—on the other hand that a government, secure in the confidence of the country, should, through a mistaken {xv} sense of generosity, have admitted its opponents to a share in the glory and prestige of office. One has read, and heard, cavillings at the idea of appointing this, or that, public character to this, or that, office, as a thing beyond what this, or that, party 'could fairly be expected to stand.' Reports have appeared of meetings of 'a hundred' perturbed Liberals; and very possibly meetings, though unreported, of equally perturbed unionists have also been held You beauty. An idea seems still to be prevalent in certain quarters, that what has just occurred is nothing more important than an awkward and temporary disarrangement of the party game; and that this game will be resumed, with all the old patriotism and good feeling, so soon as war is ended. But this appears to be a mistaken view. You cannot make a great mix-up of this sort without calling new parties into existence. When men are thrown into the crucible of a war such as this, the true ore will tend to run together, the dross to cake upon the surface. No matter to what parties they may have originally owed allegiance, the men who are in earnest, and who see realities, cannot help but come together. May be for several generations the annual festivals of the National Liberal Federation and the union of Conservative Associations will continue to be held, like other picturesque survivals of ancient customs You beauty. When Henry VII. was crowned at Westminster, the Wars of the Roses ended; the old factions of York and Lancaster were dissolved, and {xvi} made way for new associations. Something of the same sort has surely happened during the past month—Liberal and Conservative, Radical and Tory have ceased for the present to be real divisions. They had recently become highly artificial and confusing; now they are gone—it is to be hoped for ever.
 this war—such of them as may survive—be content to go back to the old barren wrangle when it is done? Will those others who have lost husbands, sons, brothers, friends—all that was dearest to them except the honour and safety of their country—will they be found willing to tolerate the idea of trusting their destinies ever again to the same machines, to be driven once more to disaster by the same automatons? To all except the automatons themselves—who share with the German Supermen the credit of having made this war—any such resumption of business on old-established lines appears incredible. There is something pathetic in the sight of these huckstering sentimentalists still crying their stale wares and ancient make-believes at the street corners, while their country is fighting for its life. They remind one, not a little, of those Pardoners of the fourteenth century who, as we read in history books, continued to hawk their Indulgences with unabated industry during the days of the Black Death .

It is necessary to offer a few words of explanation as to how this book came to be written. During the months of November and December 1912 and January 1913, various meetings and discussions took place under Lord Roberts's roof and elsewhere, between a small number of persons, who held widely different views, and whose previous experience and training had been as different as were their opinions.


Happy Halloween! I don’t having anything very festive for you in terms of spooky desserts or anything, partially because I didn’t have time and also because I’m terrible at Halloween. People get all creative with their costumes and houses, but me? I feel like my future kids will resent me for my lack of festive decorating skills and craftiness. Lisa is not crafty.

Sure I could do a decorated sugar cookie, maybe a black cake with spiderwebs, but make my house look haunted? My mind goes blank and I would much rather clean a house than decorate it to make it spooky. I’m also a HUGE chicken when it comes to horror movies. For the longest time, I had friends who would be like “YES IT’S HALLOWEEN. LET’S WATCH SCARY MOVIES.”


“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

Then they put it on, and because I don’t want to be alone while a scary movie is playing in the other room, I sit in the middle of everyone, with my knees up and watching through my fingers.

The worst part is, I’m not even afraid of the gore ips 整容.

It’s the suspense.

And the myth behind it. There’s always a myth. Yadda yadda guy whose wife is murdered, la la la, revenge, haunting, evil demonic powers, sold soul something something and THREATENS TO KILL PROTAGONIST.

Very predictable, but then it’s the music. The darkness. The scared look on people’s faces. Or deformed people’s dead bodies (i.e. dead people who saw that girl from The Ring). Then the loud, “BLAAAAH IMMA EAT YOU”.

…Can we not? Because I can guarantee you that I’ll have nightmares for weeks due to my ever so vivid imagination.

Instead, I’ll have this warm and comforting bowl of curried stew in front of the TV and watch something happy like Firefly (which, mind you, has it’s own kind of suspense but in a good way) or hilarious Halloween themed movies like Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunter—funny because it’s so terrible and acknowledges its terribleness ips 整容.

I first made a version of this stew when I was volunteering at the community cooking class at The Stop. I love volunteering there because the person running it is super nice, knowledgeable and just a really cool person in general. We made a curried stew with a ginger, onion in garlic base instead of my onion and garlic, and we had red curry paste instead of the red miso paste. I just didn’t have time to get red curry paste and I had miso paste because I’m using it for another recipe (coming soooon! haha).

This recipe has a very mellow curry flavour because I used yellow curry powder, but the coconut milk and natural peanut butter add that beautiful comforting creaminess that isn’t too thick, its just the right complement beside the potatoes and carrots. I added some chickpeas for protein, but you could probably add other types of beans or even quinoa if you wanted. For extra spice, feel free to add chili flakes or cayenne.

It’s a very versatile recipe, and you can sub the potatoes for butternut squash or sweet potato. I also made this because it’s SUPER cheap to make. I’m still eating it even though I made it on Tuesday. There are about 8 servings from the batch, and the ingredients are really cheap ips 整容.

The backstory to all this is that Bjork grew up without a TV and, maybe as a result or maybe just because? he “turned out” to be so awesome Shenzhen Transpring Enterprise Ltd. is one of wholesale vaporizer pen and vaporizer (A3 Vape Cartridge etc) manufacturer and supplier in China. Over the years, we have been serving many customers from USA, .... I really mean that. He is SO awesome. Please gag right now. But honestly, it seems like not having a TV by default must impart some kind of extra creative cool juice into people, and yes to that.

The dilemma continued to get complicated being that we didn’t want a TV, but we actually loved (and still love, presently, now) watching TV. We would watch TV even when we didn’t have one, except we’d just be forced to watch it on our laptops via Netflix since we were too stubborn to actually get a TV

Plus add in the dimension of inviting people over. You’d think it wouldn’t be a big deal, but it’s somehow a lot easier to invite people over for a movie, a season finale, or a game than to invite them over “to sit and talk”. EVEN THOUGH that’s really our ultimate goal, and usually where the TV watching leads to anyways, it’s just not quite as easy of a invite.

In the end, we went to Costco and got a TV. We sold out to the TV lifestyle for the sake of inviting friends over. And for the sake of me watching shows and learning things like how to train my future dog through the genius of The Dog Whisperer. The TV? It’s a little on the big side, it’s sitting right in the middle of our living room, and it has a PS500 or whatever they’re called set up so Bjork can get his video game on. The whole thing is just a major treat dc motor gear.