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The absence of such hallmarks of a real partnership worked against Fredianelli, to whom the ruling likely felt as sharp as a thumbnail scratch. A jury trial on that issue is set for October and it is expected Fredianelli could receive a multimillion dollar payout. Nevertheless, it goes without saying that Fredianelli wishes he could go back there, someplace back there, to a place where he could sign the partnership agreement. As it is, he cannot put the past away, but the fact pattern of the case can be an instructive lesson for lawyers and contracting parties both within and outside of the music business. Agreements should be fully thought out and properly executed, regardless of the amicability between the parties.

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Step back from that ledge, my friend

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I spent election night with a small gathering of close friends, 15 or so of us. Some of us were born here and some of us emigrated from India, Turkey, China and Uganda. Many of us grew up food insecure, some of us in upper-class homes, and some in foreign countries where America is the dream of the future.

One of my friends employs more than a thousand people. He made jokes about voting to raise his taxes, again! Some of us were self-employed, some unemployed. We are artists and art curators, nonprofit workers, musicians, marketers, designers, founders of tech, consumer and mission-driven companies.

Held in common is that each of us has worked hard without the benefit of trust funds like you know who! Each of us had wagered all of ourselves, our passions, intellects and ferocious energies on uniquely, characteristically and gloriously American bets on our futures. Most of us were with Hillary from the beginning. Some would have preferred Bernie. Some would just as soon have voted Republican. All of us to a one, wholeheartedly and actively, had been supporting Hillary Clinton for months—like our futures were at stake.

As the night progressed, we felt ourselves, in some way, being divorced from those futures. This feeling crept over us like the dull haze of a sudden breakup. I felt gutted. I noticed myself looking at the kids with an anxious question mark on my face.

Some of the women in our group, who had been groped and verbally assaulted in the past, folded their arms or hugged their knees in the body language of self-protection—like sexist culture just got a high-five. We made gallows humor about hiding under the floorboards of a friend who voted for Trump. We made fun of racists. All that was left for me was a listless un-nourishing sleep.

I felt unmoored. There were basic givens in my American identity that no longer existed. The integrity of institutions, the reliability on the collective decency of Americans—poof. When I woke up the next morning, I hit Twitter up and posted some recriminations. It brought no relief. I thought about President Obama and how the vast list of accomplishments of his elegant, brilliant presidency could be erased, not because of anti-establishment backlash but because, as it seems to me, a segment of America cannot stand it that he is black.

I felt sick at heart. I put on my wetsuit, and I went surfing. I caught a foamy, mushy wave and dropped into the green face and snapped a couple hacks before it closed out and obliterated me.

As I paddled back out, I saw a 19 year-old girl surfing in a bathing suit, sans neoprene, in Northern California in November. Talk about resilience. I paddled in, and as always from surfing, feeling better than before. I was done whinging.

I love this group of friends completely and fiercely. I realize that they are the holders and source of my American ideals, even more so now as my other beliefs have been shaken. I hope for success for all Americans in the next administration.

I sincerely hope that every ludicrous piece of gibberish he spewed during the campaign was a lie to get elected and that he will govern in some reasonable way. Really, I do. And I will keep an open heart to the people who voted for Trump. We do not have to agree to get along. But one more time: shame on you for voting for this man. For myself, I intend to be more woke than ever to issues of social justice, racism, sexism and climate action.

I am going to volunteer more in my neighborhood, continue to teach Vets with PTSD in the Ocean Therapy program, and get deeper into the climate revolution. I still woke up this morning, just days after the election as if jolted from a nightmare—only to find myself in a nightmare! I take great inspiration and hope from the group of Americans I call friends, and I wish all my fellow countrymen and women happiness and peace.

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“Wish You Would Step Back From That Ledge (And Sign This) My Friend”

Two and a half years ago I quit my last tech job. Over six months I turned over leadership of the meetups I ran, stopped doing side work for an important web journal, quit my open source project, canceled my IRC client subscription, and eventually, finally, quit updating this blog. I quit tech.

Nurses by profession, they work together in a busy Chicago hospital, ICU. This vacation is to be the balm of healing for them to sort out personal problems and enjoy some relaxation.

I spent election night with a small gathering of close friends, 15 or so of us. Some of us were born here and some of us emigrated from India, Turkey, China and Uganda. Many of us grew up food insecure, some of us in upper-class homes, and some in foreign countries where America is the dream of the future. One of my friends employs more than a thousand people. He made jokes about voting to raise his taxes, again!

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Step Back From That Ledge, My Friend

I randomly heard it playing the other day and immediately thought of the movie, a favorite of mine. Maybe a way of avoiding change. There are great and appropriate times to say No. To everything.

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Assist Eridia in cleansing Disciple Nikolon. It is rarely that ascended require such rigorous cleansing, but I cannot deny what is readily apparent. This disciple will fall if I do not intervene. They can be excised, removed, with some efficiency. But the process, if not undertaken carefully, can leave scars. It can cause a buildup of resentment and fear of that pain.

Third Eye Blind Singer: Step Back From That Ledge My Friends — And Get to Work

Loser's Ledge. Michael Thomas. Loser's Ledge is a young adult mystery involving a courageous young man named Mick. Following the death of his mother from a hit and run accident, the story traces Mick's life as an orphan and his burning desire to find his mom's killer. Spiced with real life scenarios about growing up on the streets of a rural town, life in a residential facility and Mick's adventure as he hides out from the law, the story climaxes when Mick faces his past, returning to the town that gave him both happiness and grief. Throughout the text, the reader will relate to the many lovable and memorable characters. From Mick to Paulie to Moose to Harry, a part of everyone's life will return in one form or another.

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Comments: 2
  1. Mezigrel

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  2. Meztigrel

    It is a pity, that now I can not express - there is no free time. But I will be released - I will necessarily write that I think on this question.

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