Set in a world where fear, pain, and war no longer exist, this is the story of Jonas, a twelve year old boy who has just received his Life Assignment as “The Receiver,” a highly prestigious position as keeper of memory for his entire society. Unfortunately, with this assignment come realizations about his community and their life that are not all he has been led to believe. When the life of a newchild (baby) his family is caring for comes to hang in the balance, he and his mentor, the Giver, hatch a desperate plan to change a society..
The 54th anniversary of Judge Clayton W. Horn historic decision would not, ordinarily, be marked for celebration. The site pays tribute to a book clerk who was more than a clerk, he notes, and danger of being written out of the history of City Lights and of the San Francisco Beat era.
Dubbed by her opponents as a latter day Lucrezia Borgia, Madame Nhu was one of South Asia’s most powerful women. She was effectively the first lady of South Vietnam between 1955 and 1963 during the regime of her unmarried brother, Ngo Dinh Diem. She also participated in the nepotism and corruption that was a feature of his presidency, giving government positions to her relatives and living a luxurious lifestyle.
A collection of origami made from chopstick sleeves maintained by Yuki Tatsumi in Kameoka, Kyoto. Tatsumi was waiting tables at a pub when something on the table caught his eye a chopstick wrapper folded and fiddled into an abstract shape. It was the catalyst for a collection that now includes 15,000 pieces of found art made by restaurant customers from paper sleeves that cover chopsticks.
When I returned home to the United States, I reported this incident to the Phoenix FBI. Although, I provided the FBI with as much detail as I could they never took any action. I then contacted Senator John McCain who passed my complaint on to Senator Jon Kyl who then inquired on my behalf to find out why law enforcement (the FBI) failed to act.
The Inuit have a saying: Ayuuknakmat, “It can’t be helped.” Right now, though, we had to at least try. “Come on! Paddle! Paddle!” Rearing above the tumbling water, dark rocks tear past our bobbing cart. Bleary eyes wide, Clark Carter and I bark futile advice at one another as the edge of a carbon fibre wheel rim splinters against another submerged boulder..