A quick run down of the differences between saving and investing and what products have more risk and therefore, more rate of return. Also briefly covers how you should choose a financial professional.
This is a web portal we use to communicate with our clients, and deliver our risk consulting material, such as: newsletters, flyers, payroll stuffers, posters, powerpoint presentations, instructor notes, quizzes, and on and on...
藏智於民:開放政府資料的原則與現況
Empowering Citizens with Data: An Open Govenment Data Handbook
作者:莊庭瑞、陳舜伶、林旅強(林珈宏)
Download: http://creativecommons.tw/downloads/handbook_open_gov_data_2012.pdf
A quick run down of the differences between saving and investing and what products have more risk and therefore, more rate of return. Also briefly covers how you should choose a financial professional.
This is a web portal we use to communicate with our clients, and deliver our risk consulting material, such as: newsletters, flyers, payroll stuffers, posters, powerpoint presentations, instructor notes, quizzes, and on and on...
藏智於民:開放政府資料的原則與現況
Empowering Citizens with Data: An Open Govenment Data Handbook
作者:莊庭瑞、陳舜伶、林旅強(林珈宏)
Download: http://creativecommons.tw/downloads/handbook_open_gov_data_2012.pdf
How do healthcare and social media interact? Whether it's checking in to a location on FourSquare or sharing information with like-minded patients, the social nature of our age is beginning to permiate healthcare as well. This infographic from the Master of Health Administration Degrees breaks it down.
A tropical storm warning has been issued for Puerto Rico, Barbados, Dominica, Saint Lucia, Martinique, Guadeloupe, and Miami. Looking ahead to 2013. Forecast of the national oceanic and atmospheric administration forecast: 13-20 named storms with 7-10 becoming hurricanes. Presentation courtesy of Dr. Walter Hays, Global Alliance for Disaster Reduction
The first of a series of state-of-the-art reviews commissioned to mark Disasters’ 21st anniversary, this paper considers key publications on public health aspects of natural disasters, refugee emergencies and complex humanitarian disasters over the past twenty-odd years. The literature is reviewed and important signposts highlighted showing how the field has developed. This expanding body of epidemiological research has provided a basis for increasingly effective prevention and intervention strategies.
M6.6 Earthquake Strikes Near Ya’an City, Sichuan Province, China 8:02 AM, SATURDAY, APRIL 20, 2013
The M 6.6 earthquake was generated by rupture on the same fault zone that generated the May 2008 earthquake. The earthquake struck a remote, mostly rural and mountainous area of southwestern China's Sichuan province near Ya’an City (pop. 1.5 million) on Saturday morning killed at least 180 and injured about 11,000. Powerpoint courtesy of Dr Walter Hays, Global Alliance for Disaster Reduction
The report examines the steep and historic expansion of U.S. health engagement in Africa, principally through the President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief (PEPFAR) and the President’s Malaria Initiative (PMI), in the past decade. This dramatic shift in U.S. foreign assistance—spurred by the “exceptionalism” of HIV/AIDS—has rested on a consensus that substantial U.S. investments in health in Africa do indeed advance U.S. interests. They fulfill American humanitarian values by saving and enhancing lives; they strengthen health security against common and emerging threats; and they promote the stability and long-term development of vulnerable communities in low-income countries. Despite the achievements of U.S. global health programs over the past decade, challenges remain.
Officials dispatched thousands of police, firefighters, soldiers and government officials to search for survivors in an effort to keep loss of life as low as possible. Rescue efforts were hampered by landslides and roads which had already been closed as the result of heavy rain.
Great Southern Streetwalking Nomads 1524 2286John Latham
A WORK IN PROGRESS
... Take me don’t take me, let me go with you away engulfed in your sea of joy - found interactive with a tribal family and foreigners inter-pollen and play. I don’t want to stop, simply to flow and break where necessary with a diamond facet in sync with a quasar edge to let it be the essence that nurtures a quoll, … whilst shining sanity to a witness who is a prisoner of war once leach ridden in a jungle ditch, formed at the base of a huge fallen tree whose fate was set by a bomb fallen at its other side. They are loved by many, the brave over-and-done stories of the hard won victories or the wasted lost battles that were part thereof; the lovers of the loved lean into the gloom finding a light, a warmth, an attitude, a valiance and characters to love. The story of a chapter of a life, the substance of desperate-sweat, endurance, genius, determination showing a success that one may like to share. It was here in the wind of mentality, yours and mine, the sole one; but stopping to manifest it here, I face but an echo of silence - just an error a ripple in our fluid. I am now again the pilot, my instrument keyboard, at one time a brush, is the glider in our wind. We unfold the wild wind of our angry hearts and roll out the moist words of our supreme joy. Retell me foreign gentleman … of the best way to prune the olive tree and I will explain the tapping of oil from the eucalypt and together we may see a quasar joining us through its veil. ... ./..
This is a collection of creative short stories I wrote for personal enjoyment. I like to challenge myself and start with a random thought that usually snowballs into a larger, coherent story.
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Hymns to the Night
Novalis (1772 – 1801) was a poet, mystic, and philosopher. He was influenced by German Idealism, especially the philosopher Johann Gottlieb Fichte, and became one of the great poets of German Romanticism.
He developed the spiritual symbol of the Blue Flower, an integral part of his ‘religion of love.’ Appearing for the first time in his unfinished novel, Henry von Ofterdingen, the Blue Flower represents man’s longing for heaven.
His first major work, Hymns to the Night, was written upon the death of his beloved fiancee Sophie, who died of tuberculosis when she was fifteen years old.
HYMNS TO THE NIGHT (translated by George MacDonald)
I.
Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light, with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day? The giant-world of the unresting constellations inhales it as the innermost soul of life, and floats dancing in its azure flood; the sparkling, ever-tranquil stone, the thoughtful, imbibing plant, and the wild, burning multiform beast inhales it; but more than all, the lordly stranger with the sense-filled eyes, the swaying walk, and the sweetly closed, melodious lips. Like a king over earthly nature, it rouses every force to countless transformations, binds and unbinds innumerable alliances, hangs its heavenly form around every earthly substance. Its presence alone reveals the marvelous splendor of the kingdoms of the world.
Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world, sunk in a deep grave; waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes.-- The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?
What springs up all at once so sweetly boding in my heart, and stills the soft air of sadness? Dost thou also take a pleasure in us, dark Night? What holdest thou under thy mantle, that with hidden power affects my soul? Precious balm drips from thy hand out of its bundle of poppies. Thou upliftest the heavy-laden wings of the soul. Darkly and inexpressibly are we moved: joy-startled, I see a grave face that, tender and worshipful, inclines toward me, and, amid manifold entangled locks, reveals the youthful loveliness of the Mother. How poor and childish a thing seems to me now the Light! how joyous and welcome the departure of the day!-- Didst thou not only therefore, because the Night turns away from thee thy servants, you now strew in the gulfs of space those flashing globes, to proclaim, in seasons of thy absence, thy omnipotence, and thy return?
More heaven.
1. Ecstasies
1.
Below the concrete and the flowers,
below the snow and the tubers,
below the moist earth,
below the corpses of broken birds,
below the lava flows and Dante’s infernal lament:
the underworld unfolds,
eternal and ever-present.
A different gravity brought us here:
it was not density, but destiny... or so we thought,
sinking down on flustering wings,
alchemical feathers melting in the dark sun.
We were but marionettes, the pair of us,
dancing, hypnotised, on broken glass,
willingly enslaved to Mother Durga
and her Amazing Cascading Circus.
She taught us tricks, kept us
in her thrall, binding us with incantations
from her big black book.
Here, she said, her voice quivering,
these cards have revealed your tomorrow,
but do not look if you do not want to see
for wisdom brings not just joy,
but bitterness and sorrow.
We were warned;
and yet we begged her to go on...
Then she spilled her box of wonders
on the sawdust circus floor, jewels glinting
in sudden light; and she promised us
gifts that would delight.
These you can have, she said,
these healer's hands, these witch's eyes,
but beware... for hands cannot heal
if they cannot feel, and eyes that wish to see
must see all, in hideous clarity.
Beware! she warned,
but still we begged her to go on,
laying ourselves naked
across her glittering altar.
She peeled the lids from our eyes,
2. peeled them off in bloody, ragged strips.
Let there be light! she exclaimed,
and our eyes were aflame.
Then she commanded us to open up our hands
and into each palm with her sacred athame
she stabbed cunt-like stigmata.
Forgive them Lord, she cried,
for they know not what they are doing!
We were undone, awakened to the light
and it was too terrible, too bright;
clutching each other, we wept
like newborns
pushed out of the warm darkness
of the womb, knowing
we could never know
the Tao of absorption.
There, in the acid light,
we could see the door, but could not divine
a way of entering in and being contained...
And how we longed to be contained!
3. 2.
We tasted the light, but tasted it not.
Intangible, it was, around us,
above us, beneath us, beyond us,
but not within us.
We should have listened to the weatherman:
he told us dark clouds would roll in -
the forecast was for a fall.
4. 3.
There are simple truths and simpler lies;
and you are anchored by more than you realise
to the treadmill of the familiar.
Transcendence requires sacrifice:
not just the burning away of dead wood,
but the slaying of all that is known.
The enlightened acknowledge allegiance
to nothing but nothingness itself.
They are uncontained.
We were but apprentices
to the burning ladder,
clenching charred rungs,
blowing on scorched hands.
Still, we stretched ever upwards,
nutmeg mystics reaching
for a hallucinated heaven,
clambering up into friendless sky,
high above the safe vaults
of the marshmallow city -
abandoning the shallow geometry
we'd known as home, the safety zone
that lent us definition.
Beyond definition, there is no meaning:
letting go is not letting go,
crashing to Earth is not crashing to Earth
and simple gravity is a simple lie.
Out with the dim-witted banality of here and now,
we are transcendent non-beings:
the perception of our descent...
a mere illusion.
5. 4.
Even within the illusion of darkness,
after the illusion of falling and becoming broken,
we still conspired to breathe together,
to grow together -
our petals glowing with crazy hope,
stamens sending out dizzying opiates
into the putrid air, stems twisting together
in a mocking dance.
Don’t forget, we’ve seen through
the crack between the worlds,
we’d say, each to each other.
But our vanity was in vain
for the few fragments we'd retained
could not be pieced together.
These bits were just bits,
a scattering of matter,
bereft of meaning;
they could not be imbued with magic
however manically we waved our wands.
6. 5.
Oh, we clung, like frantic lovers,
each to each other:
desperately trying to blot out
the knowledge of our separation,
each from each other.
In the jigsaw madness of pre-dawn hours
post-coital flowers, heavy and withered,
drift downstream and drift apart:
Slipping into darkness,
utterly alone,
I hear your voice,
distantly echoing mine...
A dried out cry
of quiet desperation.
Dee Sunshine
Dee Sunshine, 35 Falkland Street (0/1), Glasgow, G12 9QZ, Scotland, United Kingdom.
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