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A place for people from West Palm Beach to talk, discuss, share stuff, promote the local scenes, and what ever.
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2023.06.07 10:44 Eirikthahipsta Some of my favourite albums (They are in no order except that i tried to color coordinate them)
2023.06.07 10:38 tallagrasseed Home of the Floralda Wild Cats đ of the NLHđ. The Orange Bay Center in West Palm Shore.
2023.06.07 10:35 tallagrasseed Interviews with Floraldans at Beech Isle Park in West Palm Shore
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2023.06.07 08:57 jonbennison The very best hotels in Phuket?
We stayed at Como Point Yamu and it was absolutely superb. We really couldn't fault it at all. Aftwards we went to the Twin Palms at Surin beach and it was a big disappointment. The room rates were almost the same, but it just didn't compare in any way whatsoever. The location was also a massive shock; cheap and rundown with a poor selection of restaurants serving bland food.
What other hotels could we consider that would compare to Como (and similar room rate)? Looked at Nai Harn but that looks like it's seen better days. Same with most of the big brand hotels on the West coast of the island. Rosewood and Amanpuri look amazing, but are out of our budget.
Is the Surin hotel comparable to Como?
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2023.06.07 08:40 Imaginary-Ad-2750 $FRZA$ The Feeling is Electric
| FORZA X1 ELECTRIFIED: The Anticipation is Palpable! Saturday, July 8th, 2023, beginning at 2:30 pm, a once-in-a-lifetime event will be taking place at the luxury West Palm Beach Ben Hotel rooftop pool and bar. FORZA X1 ELECTRIFIED will be an unveiling like no other. Forza X1, Inc. engages in the manufacture and development of fully electric boats. SO sweet :) Forza X1, a subsidiary of US power boat titan Twin Vee PowerCats, has completed the fibreglass molds for their FX1 electric boat and begun construction of the first models. The Feeling is Electric, O the feeling soo cool :) The future looking bright ! OS is 10.45 Million . PF is 1.8 million. FF is really small :) https://preview.redd.it/buhlblb8jj4b1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=e1adc9c51cd51eb198b0f92f393278633b67cb64 submitted by Imaginary-Ad-2750 to wallstreet [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 07:10 ovdivad Another Credit Card advise
I am currently located in Houston and fly from IAH to Palm Beach Gardens every month. I will be moving to CA and still need to do the trip to FL every month.
United used to have direct flights to PBI, but not anymore. No airlines have direct flights from SNA / LAX to PBI. I will need to fly with American or Delta to PBI.
I was thinking of moving to Delta since they fly to PBI from Houston and SNA.
My work pays for the flights and I will only be getting the points. I am currently use my Chase Reserve for basically everything. But, Chase does not have alot of domestic lounges.
Question - Should I get the Delta Reserve Card or the Amex Platinum? I do not think I will be charging much on the new card since I'll be using Chase for everything. Lounge access is probably what I am looking for.
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2023.06.07 04:20 abvgd1 Hotels recommendations
Hi everyone,
Can you guys/gals help me out with reasonably priced and clean hotels (or bed & breakfast) in the south/south west where all popular beach resorts and historical culture sites are? Iâm also thinking Northern Territory (Sile, Zonguldak). Is it worth vacationing in the north by the way?
Thereâre so many hotels that is overwhelming and confusing to me. I want to make reservations with hotels directly (bypassing middle men) and explore those sites (ex: Troy, Ephesus, Cappadocia). Iâd greatly appreciate help. Iâm planning on going to Turkey in early August for 11 days. Thank you.
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2023.06.07 04:17 global3events GLOBAL3EVENTS
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Although, the company was founded in South Florida, the founders of the company quickly realized the need to provide event planning services, in other cities and states where there may be a void. Global III events is a comprehensive event and planning company, no event is too small or large, we specialize in planning parties (all types), Meet & Greets, Day Parties, customized parties based on our clients work schedules or availability and plan events for the Lifestyle Community which is our signature specialty
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2023.06.07 04:08 dead_Licorne Tierlist of all Lana songs
2023.06.07 03:53 animalrooms Air quality warning Wednesday?
Sign on 264 west coming from the beach said air quality warning reduce travel wefnesday? Any idea what this means exactly or why??
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2023.06.07 03:26 Manapy Need some help getting free
Hey, I hope this is the right place to ask. Its a little bit embaressing. My friends and I are doing a road trip through south sweden with a rented campervan. We are at a beach at the west coast of the Vänern Lake and are completly stuck in sand. In the last 6 hours we were trying to get free and the first 5hours we were making good progress by putting some wooden board scraps under the wheels. But at 1am we were so exhausted that we were unable to continue. Now we will rest a bit and try again but i am not very confident that we will be able to reach the more grassy area and use it to get free completely without any help. So do you know were we could ask for help? We would appreciate any ideas.
Thanks a lot in advance
PS: i can answer after we got some sleep
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2023.06.07 03:20 Personal_Hippo1277 Clio Token Size As Text Size By Tier Comparison [Mega Text Wall For Enjoyers of Scrolling]
When I was brand new to NovelAi I had no idea how 2048 tokens really looked as text. So for anyone looking at the tiers, trying to decide how many tokens they want for Clio with the new update, I've tokenized Part of The Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald (public domain since 2021).
That way new users can more easily visualize what the AI's maximum context is for each tier. According to the UI Clio uses the NerdStash Tokenizer, as different tokenizers will convert text to tokens their own way.
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In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that Iâve been turning over in my mind ever since.
âWhenever you feel like criticizing anyone,â he told me, âjust remember that all the people in this world havenât had the advantages that youâve had.â
He didnât say any more, but weâve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, Iâm inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsoughtâfrequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I donât care what itâs founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reactionâGatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the âcreative temperamentââit was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. NoâGatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that weâre descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfatherâs brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.
I never saw this great-uncle, but Iâm supposed to look like himâwith special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in fatherâs office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm centre of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universeâso I decided to go East and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, âWhyâye-es,â with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.
The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone. I had a dogâat least I had him for a few days until he ran awayâand an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.
It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.
âHow do you get to West Egg village?â he asked helplessly.
I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighbourhood.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in collegeâone year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale Newsâand now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the âwell-rounded man.â This isnât just an epigramâlife is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New Yorkâand where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovalsâlike the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact endâbut their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual wonder to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.
I lived at West Egg, theâwell, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standardâit was a factual imitation of some HĂ´tel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsbyâs mansion. Or, rather, as I didnât know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbourâs lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionairesâall for eighty dollars a month.
Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and Iâd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.
Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Havenâa national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savours of anticlimax. His family were enormously wealthyâeven in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproachâbut now heâd left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance, heâd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.
Why they came East I donât know. They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didnât believe itâI had no sight into Daisyâs heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.
And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardensâfinally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.
He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that bodyâhe seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverageâa cruel body.
His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he likedâand there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.
âNow, donât think my opinion on these matters is final,â he seemed to say, âjust because Iâm stronger and more of a man than you are.â We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.
We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.
âIâve got a nice place here,â he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.
Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motorboat that bumped the tide offshore.
âIt belonged to Demaine, the oil man.â He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. âWeâll go inside.â
We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-coloured space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.
The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of itâindeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.
The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to riseâshe leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expressionâthen she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.
âIâm p-paralysed with happiness.â
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laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (Iâve heard it said that Daisyâs murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)
At any rate, Miss Bakerâs lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back againâthe object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.
I looked back at my cousin, who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered âListen,â a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.
âDo they miss me?â she cried ecstatically.
âThe whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and thereâs a persistent wail all night along the north shore.â
âHow gorgeous! Letâs go back, Tom. Tomorrow!â Then she added irrelevantly: âYou ought to see the baby.â
âIâd like to.â
âSheâs asleep. Sheâs three years old. Havenât you ever seen her?â
âNever.â
âWell, you ought to see her. Sheâsââ
Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.
âWhat you doing, Nick?â
âIâm a bond man.â
âWho with?â
I told him.
âNever heard of them,â he remarked decisively.
This annoyed me.
âYou will,â I answered shortly. âYou will if you stay in the East.â
âOh, Iâll stay in the East, donât you worry,â he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. âIâd be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.â
At this point Miss Baker said: âAbsolutely!â with such suddenness that I startedâit was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.
âIâm stiff,â she complained, âIâve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.â
âDonât look at me,â Daisy retorted, âIâve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.â
âNo, thanks,â said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry. âIâm absolutely in training.â
Her host looked at her incredulously.
âYou are!â He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. âHow you ever get anything done is beyond me.â
I looked at Miss Baker, wondering what it was she âgot done.â I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.
âYou live in West Egg,â she remarked contemptuously. âI know somebody there.â
âI donât know a singleââ
âYou must know Gatsby.â
âGatsby?â demanded Daisy. âWhat Gatsby?â
Before I could reply that he was my neighbour dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.
Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two young women preceded us out on to a rosy-coloured porch, open toward the sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind.
âWhy candles?â objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. âIn two weeks itâll be the longest day in the year.â She looked at us all radiantly. âDo you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.â
âWe ought to plan something,â yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed.
âAll right,â said Daisy. âWhatâll we plan?â She turned to me helplessly: âWhat do people plan?â
Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.
âLook!â she complained; âI hurt it.â
We all lookedâthe knuckle was black and blue.
âYou did it, Tom,â she said accusingly. âI know you didnât mean to, but you did do it. Thatâs what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of aââ
âI hate that word âhulking,â â objected Tom crossly, âeven in kidding.â
âHulking,â insisted Daisy.
Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself.
âYou make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,â I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. âCanât you talk about crops or something?â
I meant nothing in particular by this remark, but it was taken up in an unexpected way.
âCivilizationâs going to pieces,â broke out Tom violently. âIâve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read The Rise of the Coloured Empires by this man Goddard?â
âWhy, no,â I answered, rather surprised by his tone.
âWell, itâs a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we donât look out the white race will beâwill be utterly submerged. Itâs all scientific stuff; itâs been proved.â
âTomâs getting very profound,â said Daisy, with an expression of unthoughtful sadness. âHe reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word weââ
âWell, these books are all scientific,â insisted Tom, glancing at her impatiently. âThis fellow has worked out the whole thing. Itâs up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things.â
âWeâve got to beat them down,â whispered Daisy, winking ferociously toward the fervent sun.
âYou ought to live in Californiaââ began Miss Baker, but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair.
âThis idea is that weâre Nordics. I am, and you are, and you are, andââ After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again. ââAnd weâve produced all the things that go to make civilizationâoh, science and art, and all that. Do you see?â
There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned towards me.
âIâll tell you a family secret,â she whispered enthusiastically. âItâs about the butlerâs nose. Do you want to hear about the butlerâs nose?â
âThatâs why I came over tonight.â
âWell, he wasnât always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people. He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his noseââ
âThings went from bad to worse,â suggested Miss Baker.
âYes. Things went from bad to worse, until finally he had to give up his position.â
For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listenedâthen the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
The butler came back and murmured something close to Tomâs ear, whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair, and without a word went inside. As if his absence quickened something within her, Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing.
âI love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of aâof a rose, an absolute rose. Doesnât he?â She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation: âAn absolute rose?â
This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words. Then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house.
Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance consciously devoid of meaning. I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said âSh!â in a warning voice. A subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the room beyond, and Miss Baker leaned forward unashamed, trying to hear. The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether.
âThis Mr. Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbourââ I began.
âDonât talk. I want to hear what happens.â
âIs something happening?â I inquired innocently.
âYou mean to say you donât know?â said Miss Baker, honestly surprised. âI thought everybody knew.â
âI donât.â
âWhyââ she said hesitantly. âTomâs got some woman in New York.â
âGot some woman?â I repeated blankly.
Miss Baker nodded.
âShe might have the decency not to telephone him at dinner time. Donât you think?â
Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots, and Tom and Daisy were back at the table.
âIt couldnât be helped!â cried Daisy with tense gaiety.
She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me, and continued: âI looked outdoors for a minute, and itâs very romantic outdoors. Thereâs a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightingale come over on the Cunard or White Star Line. Heâs singing awayââ Her voice sang: âItâs romantic, isnât it, Tom?â
âVery romantic,â he said, and then miserably to me: âIf itâs light enough after dinner, I want to take you down to the stables.â
The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air. Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone, and yet to avoid all eyes. I couldnât guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking, but I doubt if even Miss Baker, who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy scepticism, was able utterly to put this fifth guestâs shrill metallic urgency out of mind. To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguingâmy own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police.
The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again. Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them, strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while, trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf, I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front. In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee.
Daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl.
âWe donât know each other very well, Nick,â she said suddenly. âEven if we are cousins. You didnât come to my wedding.â
âI wasnât back from the war.â
âThatâs true.â She hesitated. âWell, Iâve had a very bad time, Nick, and Iâm pretty cynical about everything.â
Evidently she had reason to be. I waited but she
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didnât say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter.
âI suppose she talks, andâeats, and everything.â
âOh, yes.â She looked at me absently. âListen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born. Would you like to hear?â
âVery much.â
âItâll show you how Iâve gotten to feel aboutâthings. Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. âAll right,â I said, âIâm glad itâs a girl. And I hope sheâll be a foolâthatâs the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.â
âYou see I think everythingâs terrible anyhow,â she went on in a convinced way. âEverybody thinks soâthe most advanced people. And I know. Iâve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.â Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tomâs, and she laughed with thrilling scorn. âSophisticatedâGod, Iâm sophisticated!â
The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emotion from me. I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face, as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged.
Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the Saturday Evening Postâthe words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamplight, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms.
When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand.
âTo be continued,â she said, tossing the magazine on the table, âin our very next issue.â
Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up.
âTen oâclock,â she remarked, apparently finding the time on the ceiling. âTime for this good girl to go to bed.â
âJordanâs going to play in the tournament tomorrow,â explained Daisy, âover at Westchester.â
âOhâyouâre Jordan Baker.â
I knew now why her face was familiarâits pleasing contemptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and Hot Springs and Palm Beach. I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgotten long ago.
âGood night,â she said softly. âWake me at eight, wonât you.â
âIf youâll get up.â
âI will. Good night, Mr. Carraway. See you anon.â
âOf course you will,â confirmed Daisy. âIn fact I think Iâll arrange a marriage. Come over often, Nick, and Iâll sort ofâohâfling you together. You knowâlock you up accidentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thingââ
âGood night,â called Miss Baker from the stairs. âI havenât heard a word.â
âSheâs a nice girl,â said Tom after a moment. âThey oughtnât to let her run around the country this way.â
âWho oughtnât to?â inquired Daisy coldly.
âHer family.â
âHer family is one aunt about a thousand years old. Besides, Nickâs going to look after her, arenât you, Nick? Sheâs going to spend lots of weekends out here this summer. I think the home influence will be very good for her.â
Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence.
âIs she from New York?â I asked quickly.
âFrom Louisville. Our white girlhood was passed together there. Our beautiful whiteââ
âDid you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the veranda?â demanded Tom suddenly.
âDid I?â She looked at me. âI canât seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race. Yes, Iâm sure we did. It sort of crept up on us and first thing you knowââ
âDonât believe everything you hear, Nick,â he advised me.
I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home. They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light. As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called: âWait!â
âI forgot to ask you something, and itâs important. We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.â
âThatâs right,â corroborated Tom kindly. âWe heard that you were engaged.â
âItâs a libel. Iâm too poor.â
âBut we heard it,â insisted Daisy, surprising me by opening up again in a flower-like way. âWe heard it from three people, so it must be true.â
Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasnât even vaguely engaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come East. You canât stop going with an old friend on account of rumours, and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumoured into marriage.
Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely richânevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I drove away. It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out of the house, child in armsâbut apparently there were no such intentions in her head. As for Tom, the fact that he âhad some woman in New Yorkâ was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.
Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red petrol-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight, and, turning my head to watch it, I saw that I was not aloneâfifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbourâs mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.
I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didnât call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be aloneâhe stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seawardâand distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
II
About halfway between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashesâa fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of ash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight.
But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and giganticâtheir retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to
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2023.06.07 03:15 Charlietan NOAA: Monk seal was intentionally killed on West Oahu beach
2023.06.07 02:51 Ingrown__Bronail Kia Dealer wants to charge me 3200 for new catalytic converter. Anyone know of any reputable and affordable places that would be significantly cheaper?
I am posting here instead of AskNola because my questions there tend to get drowned out by tourists. Plus I like this subreddit better. đ
Engine Light flashed, car started shaking. Brought it.to Kia dealer and they said it's a clogged catalytic converter and it will be 3200 to fix it. Does anyone know somewhere reputable and affordable? It's for a 2013 Kia Soul. I was taking my 7 year old on a beach vacation next week and this price is basically going to prevent us from going.
Thank you in advance for.your help.
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2023.06.07 02:47 WhatIsWrongWorld Just looking for general advice I suppose
So, here is my story so far with psoriasis and Iâd just like to share and get any advice possible. Itâs summer 2020, nearly the beginning of COVID, Iâd been isolated and stressed and had finally had an opportunity to visit a friend to which we went for a walk on the beach. During that visit, I stepped on something and that night my first blister appeared. I suspect the trauma of stepping on something and the stress is what triggered the psoriasis. At first it didnât look like much, but I spent the next 2 years being misdiagnosed over and over, from athletes foot to bacterial infections, cream after cream and so many rounds of antibiotics. In April of 2022, the doctor finally referred me to a dermatologist where I got an actual diagnosis. Pustular psoriasis. She offered me 3 different treatment options, one being Clobetasol with camphor, UVB phototherapy, and another one (I think it may have been a pill) to which I did not qualify as Iâm not on birth control. I didnât have benefits at the time and so I chose the cheapest option. Another cream. Cut to this day and itâs just not cutting it anymore. This has been wildly frustrating for me. I have never dealt with anything like this in my life and Iâm at a loss as to what to do now. Iâve started a small patch on the palm of my hand now and I almost want to cry. My foot is painful enough, now my HAND?! help me
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2023.06.07 02:07 QuintusCinq Simcity Buildit Mayor's Pass Season 31 - Fabulous Florida (Florida Summer Vibes) - Tiers, rewards and points per tier / Additional info on War Vu-pass and the planning of future seasons and design events
Introduction The following list gives an overview for the 31st mayor's pass season Fabulous Florida - Florida Summer Vibes, of Simcity Buildit, which runs for 6 weeks, starting on Wednesday 7th of June 2023. The mayor's pass has 42 tiers for the free and premium passes. The premium-plus pass, which was introduced during season 21, has 52 tiers.
A premium pass or a premium-plus pass can be bought at any moment during the season. When the season ends, the option to buy is closed at the same moment.
When buying a premium pass, the player has to choose between the 'basic" premium pass and the premium-plus pass. It is not possible to "upgrade" from a premium pass to a premium-plus pass once the premium pass has been bought.
Buying a premium pass or a premium-plus pass will immediately unlock all premium/plus rewards of the tiers that already have been finished at the moment of buying. The premium plus pass will also unlock the next 5 tiers (for more specific info: read the premium plus section).
The first 16 seasons were officially numbered. Uptil season 16 the reward items in the mayor's pass specialisation section were numbered according to their original seasons. Since the 17th season these numbers have disappeared. In stead of the season number the name of the season is now shown in the building information.
Rewards The unique new reward buildings are indicated in bold in the rewards columns.
Most other rewards are the same as, or comparable to rewards from previous seasons. For a few seasons in a row now, the free pass rewards for tier 4 and tier 26 are swapped each new season, but this season it is the same as last season. This season the war cards rewards are the same as last season; usually the war cards change each season.
The number of unique new buildings from the free pass has steadily gone down since the mayor's passes were originally introduced.
The free pass gave 5 unique new buildings since season 3 (when the seasons were shortened from 12 to 6 weeks). But since season 7 the free pass only gave 4 unique new buildings. Since season 11, the number of unique new buildings for the free pass is further limited: now you only can get 3 unique new buildings. Tier points Starting in season 30 the points per tier were different from previous seasons. It is expected that this season the points per tier will be the same as in season 30.
The list contains the number of plumbob points that are needed for each tier and the rewards from the free pass, the premium pass and the premium-plus pass.
Double points week In the previous mayor's pass seasons there was a "double points week" in the last week (which only lasts 5 days because the season ends when the 6th Contest of Mayors (CoM) week ends). During this week, the regular assignments as well as the milestone tasks give double points. Lightning CoM week During season 25 there was a "Lightning CoM week" in week 5 for the first time: each CoM lasted 48 hours, and there were 3 CoM's during this week. Each CoM had 20 tasks less than the usual amount, and the targets for the milestones were lower (as well as the points for the milestones). But adding those 3 CoM's together, there were more tasks to complete and more points from milestones to gain, than during a regular week. The Lightning CoM week wasn't repeated during seasons 26, 28 and 30. Lightning CoM weeks did return in the 5th week during seasons 27 en 29, this time with 2 CoM's that each lasted 72 hours. In season 27 the second Lightning CoM had double points; probably due to a mistake by the developers. Based on this pattern it is considered likely that there will be a lightning CoM week again in the 5th week of this season. Free and premium pass In the table below, "tier points" indicate the number of plumbob points needed to get to the indicated tier from the previous tier. "Total points" gives the number of plumbob points from start upto the indicated tier.
Calculation for the weekly average points: Taking the double points week into account, the "weekly av." number indicates what your average weekly plumbob points score should be during the first 5 weeks and double that amount in the final week, if you want to reach that tier by the end of the season. To get to tier 42 you will need 87k during the first 5 weeks and 175k in the final week. Premium-plus pass There is no weekly average calculated for the tiers of the premium-plus pass, because the average that you need depends on when you buy the premium-plus pass.
Buying it at the start of the season will let you advance the first 5 tiers (14,000 points). Buying the premium-plus pass at a later moment will let you advance 5 tiers from your position at the moment of buying.
Unfortunately this isn't the case at the end of the tier track. When you don't buy the pass when you have reached tier 42, you will still accumulate points but you no longer advance in tiers. Bying the premium-plus pass after reaching tier 42 will first advance you to tier 47. Then the extra points that you may have got after tier 42 will be taken into account and (if you have enough) will advance you further in the tiers.
Going from tier 42 to tier 47 will only save you 145k points. It is more profitable to buy the premium-plus pass when you have reached tier 37. That will bring you to tier 42, saving 194k points. Taking the double points week into account in a six week season you need 136k weekly and 272k during the double points week to reach tier 52, when you buy the premium-plus pass at the start of the season. When you buy it immediately after having reached tier 37, you need 110k weekly and 221k during the double points week to finish tier 52. When you are only interested in the new buildings (aiming at reaching tier 40), you could buy the premium-plus pass after having reached tier 35. Then it takes 50k weekly and 101k during the double points week to reach tier 40. Additional info -
Pictures of the new buildings in this season (31) and of new buildings from (design) events and limited time offers during this season can be found in our subreddit for pictures of limited time buildings:
https://www.reddit.com/SCBI_Buildings/ - The new season was
discussed in
this topic.
- A
video of the new buildings in this season (31) and other upcoming buildings can be found
here - An updated chart of the
War Vu - pass tier points can be found
here. The Vu-pass tiers were changed during Mayor's Pass season 28.
- The most likely
future planning for upcoming seasons, design events and war vu-pass periods till the end of 2023 can be found
here Tier | Tier points | Total points | Weekly av. (calculation includes double points week) | Free pass rewards | Premium and premium-plus pass rewards |
1 | 2000 | 2000 | <600 | 3000 simoleons | Oceanside Drive |
2 | 3000 | 5000 | 715 | Llamawood Urban Art | 100 SimCash |
3 | 3000 | 8000 | 1440 | | Deed: City Expansion |
4 | 3000 | 11,000 | 1570 | 10 Temporary Storage Boost | 5000 NeoSimoleons |
5 | 3000 | 14,000 | 2000 | | 20,000 Simoleons |
6 | 3000 | 17,000 | 2430 | 3 different War Items | 10 Temporary Storage Boost |
7 | 4000 | 21,000 | 3000 | | 20 Platinum Keys |
8 | 4000 | 25,000 | 3570 | 20 SimCash | 1000 Regional Simoleons |
9 | 5000 | 30,000 | 4285 | | 1500 War Simoleons |
10 | 6000 | 36,000 | 5140 | | Sunscape Bridge |
11 | 4000 | 40,000 | 5715 | Lake (This was a new reward building uptil season 10) | 4 Llama Speed-Up Tokens |
12 | 4000 | 44,000 | 6285 | | 10 Golden Tickets |
13 | 5000 | 49,000 | 7000 | Deed: Mountain Expansion | 2 Lake |
14 | 5000 | 54,000 | 7715 | | Deed: Beach Expansion |
15 | 6000 | 60,000 | 8570 | 60% Sale on SimCash | 5x3 Vu Items |
16 | 6000 | 66,000 | 9430 | | 20 Comic Hand War Cards |
17 | 6000 | 72,000 | 10,285 | Small Palm Tree Forest | 20 Golden Keys |
18 | 7000 | 79,000 | 11,285 | | 3x3 City Storage Items |
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19 | 10,000 | 89,000 | 12,715 | | SimCar Racetrack |
20 | 11,000 | 100,000 | 14,285 | Cypress Swamp (this was a new reward building in the seasons 3 - 6 and has been since season 11) | 10 Temporary Storage Boost |
21 | 9,000 | 109,000 | 15,570 | | 7 Cheetah Speed-Up Tokens |
22 | 10,000 | 119,000 | 17,000 | Silver War Chest | 7000 NeoSimoleons |
23 | 11,000 | 130,000 | 18,570 | | 3x3 Mountain Items |
24 | 12,000 | 142,000 | 20,285 | Lake | 1 of each War Item |
25 | 13,000 | 155,000 | 22,145 | | 20 Platinum Keys |
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26 | 14,000 | 169,000 | 24,145 | 3x3 Area Expansion Items | 5x3 Area Expansion Items |
27 | 15,000 | 184,000 | 26,285 | | 60 Mellow Bellow War Cards |
28 | 14,000 | 198,000 | 28,285 | 10 Golden Tickets | 5x3 Beach Items |
29 | 17,000 | 215,000 | 30,715 | | Fort Danielson |
30 | 20,000 | 235,000 | 33,570 | 2 Small Palm Tree Forest (this was a new reward building uptil season 10) | 3500 Regional Simoleons |
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31 | 18,000 | 253,000 | 36,145 | | 2 Palm Tree Forest |
32 | 20,000 | 273,000 | 39,000 | 10 Common War Cards | 24,000 NeoSimoleons |
33 | 23,000 | 296,000 | 42,285 | | 15 Temporary Storage Boost |
34 | 27,000 | 323,000 | 46,145 | 15 Golden Keys | 80,000 Simoleons |
35 | 30,000 | 353,000 | 50,430 | | 5x3 City Storage Items |
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36 | 32,000 | 385,000 | 55,000 | | 3x3 Area Expansion Items |
37 | 32,000 | 417,000 | 59,570 | 50 Platinum Keys | 15 Golden Tickets |
38 | 33,000 | 450,000 | 64,285 | | 50 Golden Keys |
39 | 37,000 | 487,000 | 69,570 | | Adventure Kingdom |
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40 | 39,000 | 526,000 | 75,145 | Sim West Quarter | 50 Platinum Keys |
41 | 37,000 | 563,000 | 80,430 | | 13 Cheetah Speed-Up Tokens |
42 | 48,000 | 611,000 | 87,285 | 1400 SimCash | 10,000 War Simoleons |
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43+ | 25,000 | 636,000 | | | 10 Golden Tickets |
44+ | 25,000 | 661,000 | | | 10x3 Mountain Items |
45+ | 30,000 | 691,000 | | | 10 Cheetah Speed-Up Tokens |
46+ | 30,000 | 721,000 | | | 3500 Regional Simoleons |
47+ | 35,000 | 756,000 | | | 10,000 NeoSimoleons |
48+ | 35,000 | 791,000 | | | 5X3 Area Expansion Items |
49+ | 40,000 | 831,000 | | | 30 Platinum Keys |
50+ | 40,000 | 871,000 | | | 20 Hissy Fit War Cards |
51+ | 45,000 | 916,000 | | | 30 Golden Keys |
52+ | 50,000 | 966,000 | | | 10,000 War Simoleons |
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2023.06.07 01:29 mechengineer79 43 [M4F] West Palm Beach, FL area biz trip for a few days
After months of using Reddit, a friend told me about the NSFW side of this app. I donât know what rock Iâve been living under but, wow!
After changing the app settings and a week of looking around and building up some courage, I thought Iâd see if thereâs anyone out there that would like to chat.
As the descriptive and unoriginal username indicates, I am a mechanical engineer by trade. A client asked me to join them in their offices for a few days in the WPB area so I will be here until Friday.
While Iâm in town, it would be great to meet a woman whoâs looking for conversation and possibly a coffee or a drink at some point.
Aside from being an engineer I enjoy being outside. Youâll often find me running or playing tennis. A running buddy or a light tennis game might be fun while Iâm here (the racquet stays in the car)!
Iâm 6â1â, sandy blonde/brown hair and weigh 175 lbs.
You should be kind and have a great smile. Personality is the most attractive attribute in a woman. But, hopefully youâre like me and have a flirty and naughty side too.
If this sounds like your cup of tea, reach out! Happy Monday!
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2023.06.07 01:18 Throwaway2022act Kauai itinerary feedback
We are visiting Kauai in first week of July. 2 adults and 2 kids(Ages 3 and 6)
Day 1 - Flying from west coast. We will land around 1pm and check in to Kauai Shores. Visit Lydgate beach and Kamalani playground. Day 2 - Drive to Waimea canyon. Visit all the lookouts and then visit Poipu beach on way back. Day 3 - Daddy and 6 year old will go for mountain tubing adventure in morning. All 4 of us will then do Kauai shores plantation railway train ride at 2pm Day 4 - Drive to north shore and spend time there Day 5 - Fern Grotto river cruise in morning and rest of the day free Day 6 - Checkout and fly back
Is there any boat ride that we can do with such young kids ? Is there anything else that we should cover ? Would you recommend to attend Luau with kids ?
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2023.06.07 00:33 j_rainbow123 Rolex datejust palm motif
- Dealer name: TheOneWatches
- Factory name: VSF
- Model name (& version number): Datejust 126234 36 mm Palm Motif
- Price paid: $548
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- Index alignment: 8 looks slightly off
- Dial Printing: Looks dull but could be due to lighting
- Date Wheel alignment/printing: Looks good
- Hand Alignment: looks good
- Bezel: good
- Solid End Links (SELs): looks good?
- Timegrapher numbers: +8 s/d This is my first rep, so any feedback would be helpful. Thanks!
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2023.06.07 00:31 IrreliventPerogi Gardens of the Moon - A First-Time Reader's Experience, Final Thoughts, and Observations
Epilogue
A brief, beautiful series of vignettes. We close the loop on some emotional beats, as well as receive promises/foreshadowings of further adventures.
Epigraph
The opening verses of Rumor Born, and possibly my favorite piece of poetry in the whole novel. It took me until this epigraph to realize that the title itself is referring to the city of Darujhistan and it's history. That said, given the fact that the work describes the events of the novel itself, and is written by the same guy who wrote Anomandris, then either Fisher was a Seer of incredible power or else has an immensely long lifespan. Possibly both, although the fact that Fisher's birth date is unknown implies the latter. Even at the end, answers only invite further questions.
The only other point of note is the reference to the "Gates of Nowhere" but I'm unsure what that might mean. The SCDAT?
The Epilogue Itself
The remaining Bridgeburners land back where they'd initially launched from at the beginning of Book 3, preparing to await their Moranth escort. Quick Ben and Whiskeyjack watch Moon's Spawn drift south, possibly to find another contest, this time against the Pannion Seer. Whiskeyjack's headaches have been lessening, possibly in response to his loosening heart, less guarded than the one he bore into Darujhistan. His cool reference to the loss of three members not being "that bad, considering" and Mallet's pained response shows the change has yet to take in full, but the Seargent has begun a slow road back to humanity. We leave the Bridgeburners with an ominous note, that Quick Ben has hatched another scheme, a big feint, one which might run over poorly with Whiskeyjack.
Captain Paran watches his men below on the beach, contemplating everything it cost him to get here. His... unique nature has granted new senses, and a growing awareness of Silverfox. Whether or not the romance between Paran and Tattersail was Oppon compelled or not, the two resolve to reunite in time. Mysteriously, they communicate over vast distances, although it seems to be an unreliable process. He has buried Lorn, now finally a soldier, holding in the position once held by the very man who warned him against this path, walking a path of ruin himself. Ganoes Paran, the gods have noticed you, and their gaze is unlikely to fall from someone who survived their use â what will you make of yourself?
Kalam, Fiddler, Apsalar, and Crokus sail west for Dhavran. The former claw is amused by the two youths and their naive innocence. Crokus asks after Unta, and they speak of leaving others behind, and moving forward. Kalam holds nothing against Apsalar, she's just a girl, after all. Crokus objects to this and discards the Coin, no longer in need of luck. Circle Breaker, even here barely noticed, decides to inform the Eel one last time that the Coin Berrer has freed himself, then looks forward, anticipating a new life. Also, the monkey's a demon, which probably means something that it decided to stick around.
And so, with beautiful prose and bittersweet optimism, so ends the first tale of the Malazan Book of the Fallen.
Gardens of the Moon
An excellent start all around! We've yet to see how fitting it may be for the rest of the series, but for now, I'm hooked! So much of this rode on Erikson's ability to pull off this massively ambitious departure from the commonplace, and he managed to pull it off far better than could be expected. While I recognize his inspirations in histories and anthropology, being able to port one form of literature to another, not only across genres but the fiction/non-fiction divide, is seriously impressive. While doing so without sacrificing much of the strengths of either format; even leveraging them to complement one another, is a staggering feat. I'll be breaking things down, although these categories are listed in no particular order, into Plot, Characters, Setting, Cosmology (encompassing the more fantastical elements from magic to races), and Prose/Format.
Plot
Favorite plots include the whole Jaghut Tyrant arc (for obvious reasons), Paran's Excellent adventure, and the whole Coll/Lady Simttal arc.
The deep lore cuts of all the Jaghut and T'lan Imass storylines are incredible, worldbuilding on a scope that allows for geological/evolutionary implications. The powers at play boggle the imagination and feel realized despite their incomprehensibility. Not necessarily "cosmic horror" although that plays a part, but a cosmic spectacle nonetheless. Ending, of course, with an apocalyptic battle feeling like the climax of a series of epics we barely get to glimpse. Looking forward to seeing so much more of this side of the Malazverse. I will say, the T'lan Imass gathering never really occurred, but I expect that's still coming.
Paran's whole plotline, beginning with quickly snuffed youthful aspirations, to political maneuverings, to being a pawn in the interplay between many gods and ascendants, to shaking free of the powers chaining him, if not necessarily free of what has happened to him, was great to watch unfold. It was the most straightforward "quest fantasy" of the book, touching on many cool places and meeting a wide variety of characters. Paran's brute "I'm already dead anyway so I may as well attack things head on" strategy was refreshing to watch, his relationships to Topper, Tattersail, and Toc were all great and helped to show his evolving character. Connecting with the Bridgeburners and helping them sort everything going on out was cathartic. And of course, the elephant in the room, the Dragnripur episode was fascinating and haunting and I need more.
Then there was the whole Oppon-infused plan regarding Lady Simtal and particularly its climax, was fantastic. I'm a sucker for plotlines that were technically successful yet have the characters involved come away regretting it happening in the first place. The solidarity between the Phoenix Inn regulars was great, as well as untangling their connections to one another. No there's no objective reason this one stood above the other Darujhistan plotlines, but I jive with it.
Other plots, such as all the Tiste Andii background intrigue, Crokus's whole ordeal, as well as Tattersail's plotline are great as well.
Most of the Tiste Andii stuff needs to be unpacked more fully down the road, as is we have only a brief glimpse into this massive, alien world on Moon's Spawn. Caladan Brood, Kallor, the unseen Prince K'azz, and Crone all seem to have their own intrigue going on, keeping someone reigned in. As for that someone, Anomander Rake's whole deal is a whole deal, I'm enthralled to see more of this obsolete great desperately try to get his people to care about anything again. The dragons are all tangled in this as well. Yea, I did just spend a lot of words just implying things without divulging much of what it meant, but so did Erikson and I'm hooked.
So Oppon's big plan seems to just keep nudging this one unwitting kid around via hormones and coincidence to drag the genuinely important players around. This is fascinating because it seems all Oppon wanted to do was mess with the Empire. For reasons that aren't quite clear yet, the gods seem terrified of this growing coalition of power on the part of the mortals and are doing what they can to slow this down. Even more interesting, they'd likely be able to curb-stomp the mortals pretty easily if they all weren't in their own cold war with one another. Oppon did seem to be multitasking a bit with messing with Shadow, but I'm less certain why they'd have beef outside of each operating in the "screw with stuff we shouldn't" domain.
Tattersall's (or now Silverfox's) arc is of course left wide open by the end of this, but is great. The Deck of Dragons is a fantastic narrative device, as we get assurance of the god's machinations in the background without having to pull the curtain back all the way. Also, one of the lingering questions I have is who the Ascendant that messed with the reading she did with Tayscheren was. I guess Shadowthrone? The whole soul-shifting arc and rebirth sequence are haunting and more than a but disturbing, but that speaks to the alternatives she could have undergone from her stunt in body-hopping. Her relationship with romance was a bit, odd, but there's a non-trivial element of divine meddling so it's cool ig.
The plotting is currently the strongest element of M:BotF thus far. That we had like 14 different plot threads splitting off and overlapping and drawing together over the course of the narrative is insane. That many of these plot threads managed to enliven and enlighten one another, narratively, thematically, and lore-wise, only makes the whole multiplicatively stronger than the sum of its parts. Everything felt pretty natural, with the threads that did overlap often doing so secondarily, as natural consequences rather than merging together into one mega-climax. I mean, we did get one mega-climax-sequence, but that was far more due to their proximity rather than each even being doomed to become defined by one another. Events that started separately for separate reasons stayed separate, but the shared pool of locations and characters helped to cause each of these to be deeply interconnected in the lives of those characters. Speaking of which...
Characters
My relationship with the characters of this novel is a bit interesting. They serve their plots wonderfully, and nearly every one of them has several standout moments in both word and deed. Yet, on the whole, they're, fine. I guess they're... exactly the sum of their parts? Don't get me wrong, these are extremely good parts they're made of. New character archetypes, old ones played extremely well, old ones given genuinely inventive twists. These are very good characters, but possibly the weakest pillar of the novel. The dialogue is weighty and meaningful, betraying a depth to the world and the people in it. Actions are (usually) thought out, exceptions to this rule are all true to a character or under extenuating circumstances. I want to see more of all of them. It's just, there isn't much of that "x factor" a lot of great character writers bring out.
I've already praised Paran, his attitude, and his motives. He's way over his head at the best of times and just has to bluff and namedrop long enough to survive to a point where he can effect genuine change. That effort changes him pretty drastically, and while he is somewhat better off for it, it is a sad thing to see the naive kid in him die off so soon.
Tattersail is interesting to me, I like her, but as a character she's on the weaker end of the cast. We do see her strong emotions and compassion explored a bit, but she takes a pretty hard left turn plot wise before that goes much of anywhere. We'll have to wait and see how Silverfox pans out.
Whiskeyjack fascinates me, we don't get too much of who he is, just all that's left of him of being ground into the dust. I can't wait to see Whiskeyjack the Old Guard thaw off more, as well as Whiskeyjack the man.
Quick Ben and Kalam probably stand as my current favorite Bridgeburners, their bromance being a highlight of the novel all while standing as fascinating characters on their own. Quick Ben has, all kinds of backstory running around, as well as secrets on top of that, but what we know of him so far is great. Kalam's just world-weary, yet he can't help but keep moving forward until he can bow out legitimately. The two of them are so much fun on top of being fascinating.
Dujek and Tayscheren, while not super present in the novel, are pretty great characters in their own right. Dujek, last of the Old Guard with any real power, just trying to do what he can for his men. And Tayscheren, not necessarily evil, but just a guy swallowed up in his own job.
Hairlock, while not making too much of a splash in the grand scheme of things, was an incredibly fun inclusion and a great initial antagonist. Just a power-mad goofy little guy who doubles as our first major look into this world's magic and cosmology.
Adjunct Lorn was one of the standout characters of the novel, a woman enslaved to her own self-justification. Torn between the scared girl trapped in the mines and the unfeeling super claw, unable to reconcile the two before the end. Her constant contradictions and tensions within her character were fascinating to watch.
And Toc, poor Toc man. A great guy who I'd loved to have seen more of, just being such an interesting character on top of being fun. I feel he's introduced some interesting concepts, from the "inner sight" superstition of Seven Cities to whomever his dad is, but the credits have rolled and my guy is still down for the count, so I'll be interested to see how these elements are brought back.
Crokus Younghand stands out in this novel as the one, lone dumbass. Stop being literally me Crokus, you're embarrassing us. His interactions with everyone are great, quickly vacillating between idealism and stubbornness, romanticism and a parody grimdark woe-is-me view of reality. Every interaction he has with a woman is golden, but not particularly a glowing performance on his end.
Magnanimous Kruppe the First is the indesputable highpoint of this esteemed tale, and I will not hear otherwise. He is of course, bestowed of many virtues, chief among so his delight in the many pleasures of this world, second among so his capacity to indulge in any virtue or pleasure at will. Cleverest of anyone we see here, able to run conversations by himself with faux humility (for what does Kruppe have a need to be humble about?) and keep the magnificent city of Darujhistan in his pocket. There is a power vacuum of sorts our dear Eel needs to fulfill, and there is plenty of the rotund mage to explore each new crevice.
Rallick Nom and Murillio are great as well, in many ways they act as foils of one another. Rallick does what he does because he sees this as his only path through life, holding onto the concept of his actions benefiting others to preserve his mortality. Murillio, on the other hand, has a moral code of sorts but will transgress it if he feels there is a way to benefit a friend sufficiently. In the end, they both wind up morally bankrupt.
Lady Simtal and Turban Orr were fun villains. Not particularly unique but pulled off extremely well.
High Alchemist Baruk seems to have a whole bunch of layers to him. We keep getting allusions to a whole bunch of relevant stories with this man, such as his ascendancy or close friendship to Rallick Nom, but we don't get to see much of it, which I feel is a shame.
Raest is an awsome force of nature villain, believably evil for the sake of it. Namely, his evil is specific which is what makes for great villains of this sort. Raest wanted control over the longterm development of his world, to fundamentally remake things after his own nature.
Anomander freaking Rake. Nuf said.
Setting
While this is our first real look into Wu(?) as a whole, I'll mostly focus on modern-day Genebakis.
A great setting, with a bit of ecological and cultural diversity, although mostly hyperfocused on the city of Darujhistan. Perhaps a bit more could have been done in the set-dressing department. Genebaris received no real description, despite apparently existing in a different biome than the more southern cities. Similarly, he evidently passes through a forest, but of what kind? Touches like these could help further drive in the scope of the narrative physically in a similar manner to the temporal scope. It also is a bit disappointing because when Erikson did go the extra mile to do so, such as Kruppe's dreams or the like, two up-close descriptions of Darujhistan (besides just being big, blue, and copper from far off) were great. Actually, the lack of Darujhistan descriptions was possibly the biggest missed opportunity.
But what we do get in the City of Blue Fire is great and evocative. From the infrastructure to the politics to the culture and religion, it all stands out even among other great fantasy cities.
The Rhivi, Moranth, and Bhargast can all stand to be expanded on, but I get the sense that they'll be more than able to provide on that front once it becomes time. I'm curious to see how southern Genebakis contrasts to the northern reaches, but we'll get to that when we get to that.
Erikson's experience as an anthropologist really shines through, with the breadth, depth, and specificity of the world-building and cultures. I anticipate this element of the BotF rising to the top for me personally once we have more time to watch it unfold.
Cosmology and Magic
So my takes on these have been... rather well received, it seems. I love what tiny bit of the magic and cosmos of the world I've seen so far and look forward to understanding more!
In a lot of ways, it seems magic in this world is itself undergoing an evolutionary process, with all the Elder Warrens to Warrens ascendants and gods, and mortals evidently now being potent enough to overpower the gods themselves. If we expand on this analogy, then a lot of the confusion might be due to poor terminology. E.g. define a fish. Now define a Warren. There seem to be multiple related things all lumped under the same blanket term, despite their functional difference. The magic super highways and demi-planes and isolated pockets within objects (Dragnupir and the Finnest) are all roughly related (fish) while being intrinsically different and likely further classifiable as such (trout, squid, and sharks if you will).
But aside from that residual speculation and just generally saying its cool, I don't got much to say here.
Prose and Format
The prose of GotM was pretty good! Not the best, but serviceable, engaging, and evocative with a handful of really standout passages. I cannot wait to see this take a ten-year leap in Deadhouse Gates!
The formating was interesting. Many chapters were wonderfully interwoven PoV's all complimenting each other. Some could have conceivably been split into multiple quite comfortably, other blended. Makes me wonder why Erikson collected things as he did. Chapter 9 was basically 4 self-contained sequences each a chapter long, lol. ... It's because the Odessy has 24 chapters, isn't it? The book breakdown was terrifically effective, while Books 4, 5, and 6 largely blended together PoV-wise, they each still had their specific goals and arcs.
I'm a major fan of Epigraphs, and these were all great! (Despite my constant timeline and poetry scruples) A lot of my more out-there theorizing tended to be a bit more playful with the epigraphs than I think Erikson ever got, but that's more my own biases talking. I will say, if I ever get around to writing anything, I'd love to go ham on epigraph shenanigans.
All in all, this profoundly unique PoV structure (not so much unique in form as in just how broad and ambitious it is) works to elevate the whole experience. That Erikson so radically adheres to 3rd limited can get somewhat constraining at times, especially when we're not privy to info our PoV has, but overall, it works.
Final Thoughts
So, with all my nit-picking, critiques, and half-praise, did I even like this novel? No, I LOVE it. It is in many ways as advertised, a messy first step into a unique and wildly ambitious new direction, and I'm wholly invested in watching the rest of this unfold!
And now for one last pass through the ancillary goodies:
Dramatis Personae
Is actually quite funny in retrospect. But first:
Sorry is mentioned as a killer in the guise of a young girl. Obvious when you're in the know but it doesn't give the answer right away.
Dancer is mentioned as the advisor (right-hand, if you will) right out of the gate, D'oh.
Toc the Elder disappeared during Laseen's purges, interesting.
Kruppe: a man of false modesty, TRUE
Coll being merely listed as a drunk, technically true.
Chert: "an unlucky bully" lol
Mammot is listed as a High Preist of D'riss, D'oh.
The Eel is listed independently of Kruppe, good cover.
K'Rul is listed as the Maker of Paths, D'oh.
And that's more or less it. (I mean, I only skimmed it before, so its not like a missed anything)
Glossary
Not too much to say here, but a few notes:
Poliel, Missteres of Pestilence, and Soliel, Missteres of Healing have rather similar names, which is interesting.
The Warrens here are all listed as what their actual domains are, which is a nice aid. There don't seem to be any more than the ones named somewhere within the text, which is fine, but a couple odd notes:
Meanas is listed as the Path of Shadow and Illusion, Tattersail mentioned the two domains are connected, whereas Quick Ben (once a High Preist of Shadow) had seemed to regard the two as separate. There's a story there.
Also, Thyr, Tattersaill's Warren, is the Warren of Light, given the apparently... interesting relationship between Light and Dark, particularly Lights evident "corruption" I'd love to see the implications of all this.
The K'chain Che'maille's Elder Warren is not listed, either because it doesn't exist (once again proving them the worst Elder Race, nerds got soloed by some snow, lol) or it was simply never mentioned. Given we have seen at least one magic relic from them, likely the latter.
Also, the Azath is nowhere mentioned, which is interesting in itself.
Well, that's that! See y'all in a week or so, once I've gotten a test out of the way, with the beginning of Deadhouse Gates!
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