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In close combat the terminator sarge is the only one left


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A raiding force of Nurgle space marines seeks a treasure from the ruins of Zarmic. A small patrol of space marines have been chasing them and they finally catch them here. The space marines deploy in four groups, two missile launcher groups deploy in the ruins towards the middle. They will be supported by the librarian at first. In the middle in the ruins the second group of space marines will deploy. Both are five man groups with a flamer and a sergeant. The plan was to use the missile launchers to keep one group of chaos marines pinned while the second group finishes off the plague marines and moves forward under their cover fire.

The nurgle forces deployed one group of seven plague marines (armed with two plasma guns) in the four story building. The chaos sorcerer deploys at the base of the building, trusting to the plague marines to give him covering fire. The second group of plague marines with two meltas deploy in the forest overlooking the temple.

The space marines move first, starting the first volley of missiles into the building that will go without harming any of the plague marines. The two groups of marines in the ruins will pick their way towards the edge to hunt down the plague marines. No gunfire this turn claims any chaos forces.

The chaos marines in the forest move forward and their own bolters do claim a space marine. The chaos sorcerer moves forward under the cover of the plague marines in the building, who discover they are out of range of any of the space marines.

The space marines then move forward to hunt down the plague marines in the forest. They discover that they are out of charge range of the plague marines, but under the combo of bolt gun and bolt pistol fire a plague marine falls. The other group stays put and fires at the plague marines in the building once more. A unit of terminators teleport in to ambush the chaos sorcerer. They are unable to get through the terminator armour that protects the wizard.

The chaos forces get their own terminators who teleport in, drifting forward of their target point but not into danger. The plague marines rush forward to deal with the space marines hunting them. Between the bolt pistols and the charge the plague marines are able to kill all but one of the space marines. The sarge will claim one of the plague marines on his counter attack. The plague marines in the building fire into the terminators, but the terminators themselves are horrified by one of their number transforming into a Chaos spawn thanks to the gift of chaos. Between the spawn, the attacks of the chaos wizard and the ranged fire reduce the terminators down to a single model, who was able to wound the chaos wizard once.

More re-enforcements arrive for the space marines. A small unit of assault marines jump in along with their dreadnough moving in. Both open up into the chaos nurgle terminators but between the higher toughness and the excellent armour the terminators stand fast. A charge into them results in no losses of the terminators, but all of the assault marines were killed. The librarian is also fighting the terminators and he is able to kill one of them, but it isn’t enough. The missile launchers fire into the terminators as well as their supporting marines. The terminators once again weather all the gunfire. The plague marines are also finding their extra toughness is keeping them alive against the space marines, but it is tough going cutting down the space marines themselves. The chaos wizard is able to slay the final terminator he was fighting.

Nurgle is with the chaos forces, as they score enough points to win the game on this turn. The terminator sorcerer moves forward running along side the chaos spawn as they seek fresh targets. The plague marines in the building start to pull out, as they are clearly out of targets themsleves. The chaos terminators will kill off the librarian in close combat and spread out a bit. The chaos forces have scored four points, which is the maximum the space marines would have been able to score off them.

The space marines continue fighting as best they can, moving in the dreadnought to smash the terminators. The scouts arrive but they show up on the wrong edge, instead of allowing the space marines to flank the chaos forces the scouts arrive on the far side of the temple. The two static space marine units continue firing into the closest chaos forces hoping to score some kills, but the termiantors being wounded only on a five and then having a two plus save and then a five plus save keeps them quite safe from bolters. The plague marines have also gone mostly unharmed, as they have similar odds being wounded on five, saving on three plus and then four plus. The dreadnough rushes into the terminators trying to take them down but is only glanced by them and shaken.

The chaos forces will drag down the dreadnought on this turn, getting a number of blows through the armor. The dreadnought explodes but doesn’t harm the terminators. The plague marines will with the help of the spawn of chaos get the last of the space marines that were hunting them. The chaos sorcerer will move foward to get the static marines. The plague marines will continue trying to empty out of the building.

The space marine commander will arrive automatically and rush towards the terminators, trying for some revenge at this point. The scouts will attempt to get into a position to cover the space marine retreat. The remaining marines are well aware of the trouble they are in.

The chaos forces will push forward some more… squeezing out the space marines. The space marine captain will die. Gunfire into the space marines will harm them…

In the end Five space marines will survive, and five more scouts live to cover their retreat from the chaos forces who lost about seven troopers.

Christmas Poem


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A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The
sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my
child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s
light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night."

"It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘,
And now it is my
turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a
while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her
smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and
blue… an American flag.
I can live through the
cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my
home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right."

"But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will
trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to
us."

PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as
you can? Christmas will be coming soon
and some credit is due to our U.S.service men and women for our being
able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way
to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our
heroes, li ving and dead, who sacrificed themselves for
us.

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30t h Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq.

Are you sure I couldn’t have just one teensy bite of your dinner?


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Note: this photo was published in a Jun 22, 2010 blog titled "I cani parlanti di Leibniz." It was also published in an undated (Dec 2010) Best Laptops for Students blog, with the same title and detailed notes as what I had written on this Flickr page.

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Here’s a description of the third exercise we’ve been given, in my International Center of Photography (ICP) class titled "On Seeing What’s Right in Front of You":

"Pick one person or thing from your daily life that you are drawn to strongly… photograph your simple subject from as many different angles as possible over the next week. Try to use a similar background, lighting and focal length for each shooting session. Pay extra attention to the space around the subject as well as the subject itself.

"Try to create different emotional responses to your subject simply by varying the framing. Write in your notebook what you are drawn to about this thing what the experience is to photograph it. Don’t be afraid to go close as well as stay at a distance. Crop in camera while you’re shooting. Do not use Photoshop or any methods to change framing after the fact…

"Work fast and don’t think too much. Trust your instincts. And as always, have fun with it."

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I briefly considered telling my wife that I was going to take several hundred photos of her, from every conceivable angle and perspective .. and then pick the best six to bring to the next class session. But I quickly decided that idea would not be well received; so I decided instead to concentrate on photographing our dog, Rummy. After all, he doesn’t talk back, and he has no idea what I’m doing … or why.

Over the next six days, I took approximately 250 photos of Rummy — in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and in as many different "scenes" as possible. As instructed, I used the same camera, and the same lens, and the same aperture (f/5.6) for each shot; and as instructed, I avoided my usual tendency to crop the photos after uploading them to my computer. However, the lighting varied depending on the time of day and where Rummy and I were located; and some of the photographs were taken at night, using a "fill flash."

The final result — six "keepers" out of the 250 — was interesting to me for a couple of reasons. First, it did reinforce the point that very different results can be achieved simply by changing the framing and perspective, without depending on other "tricks." Second, since most of the photos I’ve taken of Rummy in the past have been fairly boring, expressionless "fluffy white dog" photos, it was interesting to see that if one is persistent enough, one can find lots of interesting variations the ultimately create an interesting collection of pictures.

And finally, it was interesting to see that you can’t always expect to get interesting results from a single photography "session" on one single day; sometimes you have to be willing to continue shooting the same subject time after time, day after day — from angles and perspectives that might not have occurred to you, or might simply not have been available, the day before. I should have realized that, since I accumulate lots and lots of photos from repeated visits to places like Central Park, or Verdi Square on 72nd Street. But this was a lot more focused: same subject, same camera/lens, same aperture/DOF, etc.

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TAROT SYMBOLISM AS A SIGNPOST FOR CHANGE: My Tarot Card Reading by Avia Venifica


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The World Wide Web has become an inner world, like another dimension, running parallel to the mundane. Aided by super-powered search engines and social programs like Facebook, it facilitates folks of a like mind gravitating toward one another. Symbolism, ever present on the web, has been a significant part of my life for as long as I can remember. I wore my very first pentacle in high school, was somehow aware of its protective qualities then, and continue to wear it (and other symbols) in sterling silver around my neck every day. In our mundane lives, symbolism works on an intuitive basis, coming from the same place as dreams and creativity. It helps unlock the secrets of our higher selves, as well, releasing them from where they are tucked away for safe keeping in the subconscious mind. The magic of symbolism is present and working whether we are spiritually awake or not. Just what do you think advertising is? On the Web, our interest is awakened spontaneously by pictures and words, aka symbols, appearing briefly before us. It’s no wonder these symbols are like bread crumbs leading us to kindred spirits.

The bloggers we run into repeatedly become like friends, accept they are … well, internet friends. We leave messages for one another, one blogger to another, and at times exchange email. Rarely do those friends cross over into our real life. When they do, it implies a significant level of trust, and it’s usually for a good reason.

Avia Venifica has been in my internet orbit, and I in hers, for almost three years. She has two wonderful websites and a weblog. I visit www.whats-your-sign.com/search.htmlregularly, particularly when my path is crossed by a specific animal bearing messages, which is frequently. I never hesitate to refer to Avia’s work in my spiritually minded blogs on Sapphokinesis because she and I share one very important belief – that all spiritual seekers have the right to be where they are on their path. This isn’t something she told me, but something I’ve intuited from her work, made more obvious in one of her recent postings. Tarot Teachings is entirely dedicated to its namesake, including card meanings and specific symbols within the cards. Symbolic Meanings takes symbolism to the next level, including places where it crosses into Celtic mythology, dream symbolism, as well as alchemy, astrology, and native american and chinese symbolism. Something Avia calls symbol scopes appear on her weblog. They are an unexpected and unusual but tasty tidbit spun happily from your average horoscope and issued on a monthly basis.

I signed up for Avia’s email newsletter and was lucky enough to have my name pulled from a hat for a free card reading. This happened when I find myself in the midst of a personal review, brought upon by the upcoming visit of my spiritual mother, Sri Karunamayi Ma, who’ll be in the Bay Area in just three short weeks. I’ve been working, writing, and doing my art, all the while rifling through the file cabinet that is my life experiences and mind. Avia and I also decided to do the reading over the phone, which we accomplished by engaging in a tentative communication exercise on scheduling. Happily, our exercise yielded only positive results!

I didn’t go into this looking for specifics, so I asked no specific question. In fact, I had no focus and no expectations. Nor did I harbor skepticism. My motto was go with the flow, keep an open heart and mind, knowing full well that my life is an open book and all over my websites. Anybody with a computer and half a brain can discover I’ve got past issues with my mother, a strong dedication to my family and career, and a habit of biting off more than I can chew. What can’t be premeditated, however, is the ebb and flow of a reading, and which cards show up where. This is where I found Avia’s deepest intuitive currents ran true.

Avia laid out the cards in a modified Celtic Cross formation, with no auxiliary cards on the right. She used the Gilded Tarot Deck, which is very beautiful. Right away the focus was on home and hearth in a transition, which I have not blogged about. Avia noted that Leslie and I are not entirely comfortable with transitions (although we’ve been through many) and encouraged us to avoid making decisions prematurely. This was on the mark, as though she lifted it right from my head. There is no way she could know we are in the buyer’s market for a home. No one knows it. Not even people at work.

Avia encouraged me to search for my nuts, as well (a priceless way of putting it, really), intuiting squirrel symbolism, which she’s written about, and without knowing that we have a plethora of the little critters in our backyard. This refers to the number of things I’d placed on the back burner eight months ago to focus on my job. What Avia didn’t know is that I’ve established a groove at work and now have more time for the activities that nurture my spirit. She also indicated there would be support for these endeavors. How could she know that I worry? If I put my art on Cafepress, will people buy? The presence of Grandmother Spider, one of my most significant earthbound totems in the eight of pentacles, confirmed the need to “weave a web of creative design into daily matters”. Message signed, sealed and delivered!

The appearance of the Queen of Cups in a key position had me squealing with delight. Signifying past challenges with maternal energy, and the resolution of those conflicts with even greater maternal healing and reformation, couldn’t have been more poignant. Minor Arcana Queens appear in readings I do for myself, so her appearance was somewhat expected, and happily received.

The reading’s final card was the Moon, the only Major Arcana card amidst a preponderance of Pentacles. It held court in a summarizing position heralding significance and encouragement to pay heed. I’ve always loved this card, and consider it a marker for the Divine Mother. While respecting it’s cautionary warding (which Avia didn’t dwell on), I take great comfort from it. The Goddess resides in the moon, and so I see her there each time I look at it. Our dogs were there, as well, reminding me to heed the messages of animal guides. Not knowing I needed this affirmation, particularly at a time of personal inventory, Avia confirmed my intuitive impulses are a guiding light. The card also had significance for Avia herself, which she didn’t elaborate on, but which may indicate she and I have more work to do in the future.

The last tarot card reading I had was eight years ago. I’d just finished a grueling project at work and was exhausted as my family and I stole away on a Fourth of July holiday to refuel. We ran away to Malibu, California, which is one of my favorite West Coast retreats. The Goddess exists in Her full majesty in the Pacific Ocean, which is very natural sacred space. It felt so right. I could hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore from where I slept. Halfway into our trip, I was leaving offerings on the motel room’s deck.

There was a new age shop not far from our beachside motel. Rumor had it that spiritual folks from the business, like Richard Gere, shopped there. It had a curtained booth in the back where two separate readers did their thing daily. I was barely awake spiritually back then. True, I was perched on the precipice of great change, but still I lived from a place of fear, and was absolutely overwhelmed with life in general. I had a few readings, but the one which most impressed me offered excellent advice in a single word. That word was delegate, implying a surrender of control, in this case, at work.

Since then, my spiritual awakening has been steady, an on-going process I’ve written volumes on. The reading I enjoyed eight years ago marked a time of change in my life, and the overall message in Avia’s reading is essentially the same, yet it’s timing cannot be overlooked. Astrologically, the March to April 2009 Venus retrograde has us all rifling through our mental file cabinets with an evolved point of view. As we release old baggage into the ethers, we are graced with the time and energy needed to crack the nuts we once stowed away for safe keeping. In synch with the stars and moon above, and the subtle undercurrents they portend, Avia’s reading addressed my hidden concerns yet encouraged me to release my creative spark into the world without fear.

Avia Venifica, a kindred spirit and gifted intuitive, races along the superhighway that is the World Wide Web, undoubtedly astride a dragon guide of her own. She poses the most timely question “will you let go?”

Having faith in her intuition, I do believe I will.

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