Thứ Hai, 18 tháng 12, 2017

Waching daily Dec 19 2017

Hi everyone!

I'm Whitney and I post a new tutorial here on my channel every single Wednesday.

This is just a quick video to talk about some new irons I've been using.

Some of you noticed in my Pins + Needles video that I had a new iron.

I actually have three new ones.

I was contacted by Viasonic a few months ago to see if I wanted to try out some of their

irons.

Right about that time the iron I've been using for seven years quit working

so I said yes.

They sent me three irons to try out and I have

really liked them.

They are a bit bigger than I was used to, which after I got used to it I really like

the larger size, especially for things like fusing large pieces of interfacing to fabric.

They each have really great steam power and there is a filler cap on each of the irons

so the water won't come pouring back out on you if you turn the iron over and that is

nice!

I have thoroughly enjoyed testing out all three irons and I even had Jeremiah try one

out just to get his opinion.

He tried the 1600w and really liked how well it worked and the size and weight of it.

That is the one that turned out to be my favorite as well, mostly because it has an auto shut

off.

That is a feature that is important to me because I sew and film while my kids are napping

and sometimes they wake up early.

So I have the piece of mind that if I forget to turn the iron off it will shut off on its

own.

My only criticisms are the color of the dial on the 1600 makes it hard to see what setting

it is on and the steam gauge was specific settings that it clicks into, so there is

off, low, medium, and high, whereas my old iron could be set to any amount of steam because

it didn't have actual settings it clicked into, if that makes sense.

But they are all great quality and those criticisms are really just my personal opinions.

The people at viasonic are very kind and not only gave me these irons, but want to give

an iron to one of my viewers as well!

I'll be giving away the viasonic 1400w to one of my U.S. Subscribers.

Jeremiah also tried out the 1400w and we both agreed that it is great for using on smaller

projects and getting into detailed areas that need to

be pressed.

To enter make sure you are subscribed to my channel, like the video, and leave a comment

below letting me know what Whitney Sews video was the first one you ever saw and how you

came across that first video if you remember.

I can't wait to read all those comments!

All the other giveaway details will be in the description box below.

Make sure to come back Wednesday for another new video and until then, Happy Sewing!

For more infomation >> Viasonic Iron Giveaway | Whitney Sews - Duration: 6:40.

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Nightcore- To My Parents - Duration: 2:54.

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

I Know I Messed Up Bad

I Should'a

Should'a Done

Should'a Done

Better

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

For All The Time I Had

To Get My Life

To Get My Life

Together

But I Didn't

1993

You Gave Birth To Me

Sweet Little Babby Girl

Had The World At My Feet

Before I Could Even Stand

Craddle Me In You Right

And Your Left Hand

A Precious Bundle Of Unmade Plans

Hopes And Dreams Of Bigger Things

A Bright Future

So It Seemed

Oh But That Light Grew A Little Less Bright

As I Grew Up

And We Began To Fight

When I Was 13

I Was So Damn Mean

Runnin' Away

Had Nothing More To Say Than I Hate You

But That's Not True Now

I Just Don't

Know How To Say

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

I Know I Messed Up Bad

i Should'a

Should'a Done

Better

I'm Sorry Mom And For All The Time I Had

To Get My Life

Together

But I Didn't

You Never Talk About Me To Your Friends

Because You Must Be So Embarrassed

I Dropped Out Of Collage Without Any Plans

Moved Back Home

I Couldn't Even Pay Rent

I Was Livin' On Your Couch

Tryin' To Figure It Out

Putting Myself Up

And Tear Myself Down

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

I Know I Messed Up Bad

I Should've

Should've Done

Should'a Done Better

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

For All The Time I Had

To Get My Life

Together

But I didn't

I'm Sorry That I Couldn't Buy You

That House Upon The Hill

Or Take Care Of All Your Medical Bills

I Know I Didn't Make You Proud

I Should've Been Someone By Now

But I Never Figured Out How

I'm Sorry That I Couldn't Buy You

That House Upon The Hill

Or Take Care Of All Your Medical Bills

I Know I Didn't Make You Proud

I Should've Been Someone By Now

But I Never Figured Out How

i'm Sorry Mom And Dad

I Know I Messed Up Bad

I Should'a

Should'a Done

Better

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

For All The Time I Had

To Get My Life

Together

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

I Know I Messed Up Bad

I Should'a

Should've Done

Better

I'm Sorry Mom And Dad

For All The Time I Had

To Get My Life

Together

But I Didn't

Sinceraly You Daughter

For more infomation >> Nightcore- To My Parents - Duration: 2:54.

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Gluten Free Oatmeal Cookies | Episode 39 - Duration: 11:33.

I'm starting to overheat very hot next to the oven all right okay I'm making

a mess already hi everybody welcome to another episode of health coach TV

it's the holiday season that means it's time to get baked goods baked goods

everywhere they're happening all over the place I like to try to make my

baking delicious and nutritious which is why today I'm going to be making for you

an oatmeal raisin cookie I know that that might not sound very exciting

unless you're like me and have an old lady living inside of your soul but

these are going to be delicious and the bonus is that they're gluten-free and

they have a lot of chocolate in them so let's make some our own step one of any

baking recipe read the whole thing the whole way through got it step two do step

one what okay so for this recipe we're using gluten-free oats we're going to be

taking half the oats and blending them up really fine and then using the other

half of the oats as they so one and a half cups of those go into the blender

so far so good okay into a blender so now we basically got oat flour put that

into the bowl now we've got some cornstarch not usually a fan of corn

starch and I was trying to see if I could switch it with potato search but

the reviews online were a bit mixed as to whether you would get the same kind

of consistency where they think potato starch is more for like soups and stews

whereas corn starch is more for baking so I figured let's go classic two

tablespoons of cornstarch tablespoons that seems like a lot okay

one two and now the rest of this is going to sit in my cupboard indefinitely

cinamon do I have enough one of them half teaspoons assistant one and

baking powder baking powder baking baking powder BAKE always by aluminum free

because the better for your brain aluminum builds up in your brain and can

cause Alzheimer's so don't put it in your cookies 1 teaspoons 1/2 tsp

of salt never skip the salt in a baking recipe because the salt activates the

levener so if you forget the salt then you won't have very leavened

cookies that's not English you're welcome ok so this is essentially our

dry ingredients we're just going to mix all this together and set that aside for

now time for the wet ingredients 2 sticks unsalted butter which is eight ounces

always get really high quality butter when you're doing baking this is grass

fed and I don't think it's organic but it's Irish and I trust the Irish with

their cows plus it smells really good Okey dokie three quarters of a cup

of granulated sugar I'm using coconut sugar one quarter two quarter three quarters

this recipe also calls for brown sugar brown sugar is a lot moister

then what granulated sugar obviously you know that because you're a genius so I

was worried to switch it for something else if you have a healthy swap for

brown sugar let me know in the comments below and when they say packed they mean

they want you to press it down a little bit because brown sugar comes to heap if you

push it down then you get true measurement

now I'm going to make the butter and the sugar together into a light and

philosophy scrape down the sides and do it again we're making me mix it up mix

it mix in okay so we have our light fluffy mixed butter and sugar now we're

going to add ou that feels not good in my hands now we're going to add in two

eggs why is it wet in here don't like that at all it's always easiest to crack

your eggs on a flat surface as then they I don't know man they crack better trust

me vanilla extract whip it real good, you're thinking to

yourself that's a good idea Alex I should bake like that all the time right right

so good oh no there is a hair didn't make it in just on the rim just a little

hairy rim job okay so now we're going to gradually add in our dry ingredients and

by gradually I probably just mean all at once perfect just worried about the powdered splash

back I could probably do this by hand gradually my butt I didn't need to do

then gradually how good does this look gradually just to avoid getting white

powder all over the place this smells really good hmm it smells like it smells

like a what are those dang things called it smells like a dunkaroo like a little

dunkaroo cup where you just give your little cookie with just butter and sugar

basically can't go wrong three quarters of a cup of chocolate chip always I

really high quality chocolate chip these are enjoy life and they are gluten and

dairy free I really need to buy a three-quarters of a cup measuring spoon

because this really tripped me up I gotta do 31 quarters every time I want

three quarters go one two three everybody favorite

brazen I like them I always look for little nibs on the reason just in case

there's a stem hanging around because I don't think you'd want that in your

cookie probably one bullet down the stem do 30 oh yeah yeah oh I always wash your

hands before you bake so now I'm going to add our remaining three cups of oats

these are just the whole out make sure you find gluten-free oats it's care

about this recipe being gluten-free that's technically speaking all glutes

all groups but are Juden tree technically speaking all oats are

gluten-free but often their profits in plant that mix gluten and Mongoose so

you want to make sure that you're getting certified gluten-free now three

cups of whole out whoa really sloppy and then I'm just going to use a wooden

spoon and mix that all together I actually really love baking it's

something that I've done since forever I was on the baking team in high school

which is maybe a bit embarrassing to admit to but literally the only team i

joined with an annulment this is my life calling making oatmeal raisin cookies by

myself dakin are you that I think though everything so dang so here's what it

looks like we have a pretty sweet batter happening and oh so now I'm going to put

it all out onto my trade good tidy up a bit first because this is getting outta

control hiding he this for last year's I'm not out of date I promise I don't

actually promise because I probably am that out of date but we'll just we'll

just let me have that okay thanks I'll bigger than 2 tablespoon full mount

2 inches of us seems like a really big cookie like that's one tablespoon I

think I'm gonna go 1 tablespoon cool down so obviously i'm not doing the

recipe the way it's only two wanted me to do 2 tablespoon full mound so like

that's a tablespoon 2 inches apart I'm doing one tablespoon full rounds four

inches apart so we'll see son closely but so really you just want to make sure

it's all your cookies are approximately the same size so that they cook at the

same time if you had a melon baller now be a good time to get out of your melon

baller happening I obviously don't have one of those i'm using like sticky

little fingers you want to eat these don't you now that you've seen how much

I manhandle the food I make my Christmas gifts are going to be so I'll received

after they watch this video like oh god I like that's how you made these they're

delicious but like they are going into a 350-degree oven which I believe will

kill any bacteria that I could possibly have given them by the way preheat your

oven I'm going to really hearts are an eyeball and how big these cookies PS the

brownies I made yesterday where is it at the bake sale if you want that recipe

make sure to click on the link over here there was less touching involved in that

recipe I think I have just the right amount to sheep who she sucked if I had

a math teacher once on the first day of school explain his accent to us and he

told us all that when he asked for our sheets of paper and he wasn't saying

shit that he was investing sheep but just as she pretty hilarious he also

sought us about fuck doors that was a fun lovin I don't know about you welcome

pretty impressed with my bow right here I got my two sheets of cookies there are

still that line trays the recipe doesn't Sara Lee state anything about what kind

of trades they should be on but on a home is so fast so I went for it i'm

going to put these in my 350 degree oven for 18 20 minutes god I hope they turn

out okay ok so in the oven we'll see you in 20

minutes ok all right I'm get these dogs mmm have your wire cooling racks ready

to go ok so would we work well we learned we should listen when they tell

you to space them two inches apart there look lesson number one lesson number two

we probably should have measured how big these cookies were lesson number three

they still taste good no matter what so you want to let these cool so why you're

right off the cold air get underneath those are they cool faster I'm going to

leave them on here maybe like 15 20 minutes and then I'll transfer them kind

of individually to the cooling rack so they can cool even further these are

going to be really good I think I hope they all really good thanks so much for

watching health coach TV today I hope you've enjoyed this oatmeal raisin

chocolate chip cookies totally gluten-free kind of healthy who cares

about healthy it's the holidays we want to bake it you can feel good and these

cookies will certainly do the trick you liked the video give me a thumbs up and

subscribe to my channel for some more awesome videos and until next time happy

holidays everybody why are they awesome so weird look out I got I without

cooking know so stop ok I'm going to leave now bye

For more infomation >> Gluten Free Oatmeal Cookies | Episode 39 - Duration: 11:33.

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Home Invasion Episode 3: Shibani Dandekar | MissMalini - Duration: 4:04.

But when I go out, I mean business!

And I am a real loser!

Even if there is a man...

There will be a closet!

Yes sista!

Good for you!

Hello, beautiful people!

I am Priyam and I am so excited today

because I am going to hang out

with one of my favourite people of all times.

Shibani Dandekar!

And I have the keys to her house today.

Yup, I am going to launch a full blown home invasion on her.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Let's go!

Hello, I have arrived!

You look very very comfortable.

I am! My couch, my Netflix

You are telling me you are eating all this pizza and still looking like this?

I am just going to put this away.

Gimme a second!

I love!

Are you actually taking selfies in my house?

You should pull up the blinds because this house actually has the best selfie light.

Friends come over just to take selfies.

That's amazing! But I love that this house also has really cool furniture.

This is so comfy.

Can I take it?

No.

That's actually my favourite seat in the house. It's from Pepperfy.

Isn't it beautiful?

It very very cool. I love that it goes with the vibe.

Also, are you just collecting cool stuff?

So this is an antique fan that I also have from Pepperfry

because I am into that whole vintage, industrial vibe - it's what I am going for.

And I like mixing it together. That's why I have put the fan and the chair there in the corner.

Is it important for you to make your home an extension of your personality?

For me personally, I am such a home body.

So I need to make sure that this is like my haven, this is where I am the most comfortable.

so the flooring, the carpets, the furniture, the accessories - everything is really important.

Okay, among other cool things in your house

I have heard about something that I am most excited to see.

Do you

Shibani Dandekar

have a walk-in closet in Mumbai?

You know I do!

What?

I will walk you through it.

Behave yourself

This is unfair.

I am feeling physical pain just walking in.

What?

It's pretty cool. han.

Wait wait wait... look at this!

I just don't think we can be friends.

Are you guys ready?

Just look at this!

Are you seeing jackets? Are you seeing denims all stacked together?

I have too many emotions

Shibani has too many shoes!

What? Can we do a...?

What is this?

I've seen lesser shoes in shoe stores.

I just did not think hanging out with you will turn out to be an emotional experience for me.

What is this?

I have a bit of a shoe obsession as you can see.

You don't say.

I am mainly just obsessed with boots.

Can we just move here?

What do we have here? I mean, except for a shopping addiction.

Okay, I clearly have an obsession with flannel shirts.

I love to buy vintage ones as you can see.

I see lots of denim.

Lots of denim, lots of ripped t-shirts.

I love ripped t-shirts.

That we have seen you wearing lots of times also.

Like, everyday!

Awesome! Thank you so much for letting me into your fabulous world of walk-in closets.

I am very very jealous but I am trying not to hate you right now.

Okay, for being so cool and so badass as usual

I have a little gift for you from Pepperfry

which you have to hold with me.

Oh thank you, oh, it's heavy.

I had a great time. Did you have a great time?

I always have a good time with you!

Well make sure you come back, I love you!

Thank you!

See you real soon!

For more infomation >> Home Invasion Episode 3: Shibani Dandekar | MissMalini - Duration: 4:04.

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Deck Invoked / Testing Aleister the Meltdown Invoker - Duration: 12:42.

-Sometimes it will be difficult to invoke the link due to its cost. -We can use it to invoke by fusion the monsters "Invoked", since it gains the name of "Aleister the Meltdown Invoker" on the field and graveyard. -There are few possibilities to activate the second effect, since it he can be easily destroyed in battle due to its low ATK.

-It helps a lot in the plays of OTK, for the effect of being able to look for "Invocation" of "The Book of the Law" every time that we invoke by fusion

What archetype would be the indicated if aleister is limited?

For more infomation >> Deck Invoked / Testing Aleister the Meltdown Invoker - Duration: 12:42.

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He Betrayed Him – Now President Trump Is About To FIRE HIM. - Duration: 5:30.

He Betrayed Him – Now President Trump Is About To FIRE HIM.

Ever since President Donald Trump took office, his White House has been hit with numerous

betrayals from top officials. Now, it appears that Trump has been betrayed once again, but

he is not taking this one lying down.

Freedom Daily reported that Trump just learned that Attorney General Jeff Sessions has known

about the corruption in the government over the past year, yet has refused to do anything

about it. When he was running for office, Trump promised that he would go after Hillary

Clinton for her numerous crimes, yet Sessions has refused to go after "major" cases

involving former President Barack Obama or Clinton.

On top of that, Sessions has also recently balked over the need to appoint a special

counsel to investigate the Justice Department after shocking revelations concerning the

FBI had come to light. Sessions recently released a statement saying that while he's concerned

about recent allegations of bias within the FBI, "sometimes things that might appear

to be bad in the press have more innocent explanations, so fairness and justice should

also be provided to our personnel."

Last month, Sessions pushed back against the need to appoint a special counsel to investigate

the disgusting anti-Trump dossier that was paid for by Clinton and the DNC that was used

as the premise for the ridiculous Russian collusion narrative.

Because of all of this, calls for Sessions to step down are now growing. Fox News contributor

and former Republican House Oversight Committee Chairman Jason Chaffetz just called for Sessions

to resign during an appearance on the network.

"It pains me to say this a little bit [but] I don't think the attorney general is up

to the job he's doing," Chaffetz said, adding that Sessions "had to remove himself

from everything" involving President Donald Trump and that led to the appointment of Robert

Mueller as special investigator in the investigation into Russian meddling in the 2016 election.

Chaffetz also slammed Sessions for not taking on a more active role in digging up information

about several controversial figures at the DOJ, including Agent Peter Strzok, who was

removed from the investigation after a series of anti-Trump text messages between him and

a fellow agent were discovered.

Chaffetz explained that Sessions had told him that he would not prosecute Bryan Pagliano,

Hillary Clinton's former chief tech staffer, who had refused a Congressional subpoena to

testify about the 2016 Democratic nominee's use of a private email server.

Here is more from Newsmax:

Former House Oversight Committee Chairman Jason Chaffetz, Saturday called for Attorney

General Jeff Sessions to be removed from office, saying that may be a cure for the "deep

systemic problems" in the Department of Justice.

"It pains me to say this a little bit [but] I don't think the attorney general is up

to the job he's doing," Chaffetz, now a contributor for Fox News told the "Fox

and Friends Saturday" program.

Sessions "had to remove himself from everything" involving President Donald Trump and that

led to the appointment of Robert Mueller as special investigator in the investigation

into Russian meddling in the 2016 election, said, Chaffetz.

He also criticized the attorney general for not taking on a more active role in digging

up information about several controversial figures at the DOJ, including Agent Peter

Strzok, who was removed from the investigation after a series of anti-Trump text messages

between him and a fellow agent were discovered.

Chaffetz said that Sessions also had told him that he would not prosecute Bryan Pagliano,

Hillary Clinton's former chief tech staffer, who had refused a Congressional subpoena to

testify about the 2016 Democratic nominee's use of a private email server.

Sessions had also refused to make documents on the Fast and Furious scandal public following

the death of U.S. Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry, Chaffetz said.

So, why would Sessions be balking at investigating crimes in our country? The only logical explanation

that one can come up with is that he is just another member of the swamp that is protecting

his own, and the evidence to support that theory is massive.

In an article penned on Zero Hedge, the questions that Sessions could be asking to those involved

in the recent FBI scandal are numerous, and here are some examples.

Was Peter Strzok innocently calling Trump "a f*cking idiot" and a "loathsome human"

before investigating him?

Did FBI Deputy Director Andrew McCabe's "damage control team" innocently change

their conclusion that Hillary Clinton's server

was "possibly" hacked, rather than "reasonably likely" – language which significantly

altered the seriousness of Clinton's mishandling of classified information?

Were all references to the FBI working with other members of the intelligence community

on Clinton's private server innocently scrubbed from Comey's exoneration statement – making

it look like a much smaller investigation?

Of course, more questions can be asked, but this is a good place to start, wouldn't

you say? At any rate, it is evident that Sessions is

no longer useful in his position and should step down to allow someone else to do it properly.

The American people deserve to see justice, and if Sessions if not going to deliver on

that promise, then he needs to step aside for someone who will.

It is time to drain the swamp, and it starts with Jeff Sessions.

What do you think about this? Please share this news if you think Jeff Sessions

should STEP DOWN! Scroll down to Comment below and don't forget to subscribe Top Stories

Today.

What do you think about this? Please share this news and scroll down to

Comment below and don't forget to subscribe Top Stories Today.

For more infomation >> He Betrayed Him – Now President Trump Is About To FIRE HIM. - Duration: 5:30.

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Trudeau Says Trump Was Elected 'To Make America Great Again' - Duration: 1:38.

Trudeau Says Trump Was Elected �To Make America Great Again�

Despite the increasing likelihood of a renegotiated NAFTA collapsing, Canadian Prime Minister

Justin Trudeau remains positive about his relationship with President Donald Trump.

In a Christmas interview with CTV News, Trudeau said he remains positive about working with

Trump because the president was elected �to make America great again.�

Trudeau admitted that he�s found Trump to be difficult: �Donald Trump has demonstrated

that he�s a bit of a disruptive force. He does unpredictable things. He�s a deal-maker.

He�s a negotiator.�

But the prime minister noted that he looks beyond the surface and finds common ground

with his U.S. counterpart. �The thing that reassures me fundamentally is he got elected

on a commitment to help people, to make America great again.�

For more infomation >> Trudeau Says Trump Was Elected 'To Make America Great Again' - Duration: 1:38.

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Lan Hương Và Gia Huy Đóng Phim Về Noel 2017 !! - Duration: 5:13.

For more infomation >> Lan Hương Và Gia Huy Đóng Phim Về Noel 2017 !! - Duration: 5:13.

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WIP DUMP (descriptions in the captions) - Duration: 3:50.

also i apologize wmm totally fucked up the audio here. i hate this

i'm not fucking touching this flipnote ever again

i'm sad because i actually wanted to finish this one owo; but i might remake it!

this one is a more recent wip, and i have a really cool idea for it, so i might finish this sometime in the future! (it has to do with all the rubies btw!)

this is kin d of an old vent flipnote thats kinda relevant but Thats Life Baby!

i don't know why i never uploaded this one. i love it

CURSED

a flipnote both based off of scotch's original meme and my own ideas! may finish sometime!

oh shit thats ucking. Thats resonance by Home Aw eyah

here she comes

aww this was how i was gonna introduce anomaly! but then his backstory changed and i missed halloween

another outdated wip for an outdated character's story

hey the whole ruby gang is here! im never finishing this one

FORGET IT

prolly wont finish but i love animating the eeveelutions

also sorry about the fact that this only appeals to the left ear i didnt notice til last minute

scout is a ghost and that was the plot. thats all i had

this one had all three hyena characters! but rip i ALSO had no ideas

bye nerds

For more infomation >> WIP DUMP (descriptions in the captions) - Duration: 3:50.

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Destra Garcia - Somebody (Official Music Video) "2018 Soca" [HD] - Duration: 3:45.

Destra Garcia - Somebody (Official Music Video) "2018 Soca" [HD]

For more infomation >> Destra Garcia - Somebody (Official Music Video) "2018 Soca" [HD] - Duration: 3:45.

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Dự Đoán Chuẩn Xác Vận Mệnh Người Tuổi Hợi Năm 2018 Qua Nghề Nghiệp - Duration: 11:30.

For more infomation >> Dự Đoán Chuẩn Xác Vận Mệnh Người Tuổi Hợi Năm 2018 Qua Nghề Nghiệp - Duration: 11:30.

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আধুনিক পদ্ধতিতে মাছ চাষ বাংলাদেশে, সর্বপ্রথম দেশে এলো Android Apps "চাষি বার্তা" মাছ চাষ করে সফল হতে - Duration: 15:32.

For more infomation >> আধুনিক পদ্ধতিতে মাছ চাষ বাংলাদেশে, সর্বপ্রথম দেশে এলো Android Apps "চাষি বার্তা" মাছ চাষ করে সফল হতে - Duration: 15:32.

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Mei Snow Ball Achievement Hunting. - Duration: 46:59.

For more infomation >> Mei Snow Ball Achievement Hunting. - Duration: 46:59.

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Abuela Can Never Relax During Family Dinner | Jenny Lorenzo - Duration: 3:00.

These onions are divine!

For more infomation >> Abuela Can Never Relax During Family Dinner | Jenny Lorenzo - Duration: 3:00.

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How To Frost Holiday Sugar Cookies | Southern Living - Duration: 2:54.

(lively, melodic music)

I'm Summer with Summer's Sweet Shoppe.

One of the things I'm known for with my sugar cookies

is my flooding technique.

Flooding cookies can seem intimidating,

but with the right tips and tricks

you'll be able to do it in no time.

You wanna make sure

that you get a great sugar cookie recipe.

There's many of 'em out there.

You want your cookies to be just about the same shape

as they were when they went in the oven.

Once you have your stiff consistency done

and you're ready for your flooding icing,

you're gonna put it in a bowl

and add the water one teaspoon at a time.

Once you have it dripping down,

you know, like maple syrup,

that you've reached the perfect consistency.

Once you've mixed your colors

and you're ready to start piping,

you're gonna put your piping icing in a bag you can use,

tipless bags or you can use the tips.

So outline your cookie.

Make sure you cover all the areas that you want.

If you mess up,

all you have to do is just take a toothpick or a scribe

and just scrape it off and you can start over.

When you're outlining your cookie you wanna make sure

don't put your tip right onto the cookie,

lift it up just a little bit, about half an inch,

and just barely squeeze your bag

and then travel around the edge of your cookie.

So you're gonna thin out your icing and put it in a bag.

You're gonna put it in a bag,

in a tipless bag just like this,

and then when you're ready,

you just cut the tip off the end,

just straight across, and then it's ready to go.

Once you've flooded your cookie

you wanna make sure you cover all the areas.

You can use a toothpick or a scribe

to spread out all of the icing

to make sure it reaches all the edges.

If it's still not and it's still kinda bumpy,

you can shake your cookie a little bit or tap it

just to get the icing to be smoothed out.

Now what you're gonna do is you're gonna leave him

for at least eight hours, or overnight, for him to dry.

You want him to dry completely,

before it's time to add any of the details,

because your colors can bleed and you don't want that.

Make sure that you have a good, comfortable grip

on your bag,

and I like to have my hands, my left hand,

kinda guide my right hand in where it wants to go.

So I hope you learned some new techniques and tips

to make your holiday season

even more festive and sweet this year.

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Change - From the Couch with Sharon Ramel - Duration: 3:41.

Change something we fear however we should embrace. Sharing Ramel with you

from the couch. If we don't change what's working in our lives we will continually

have the same day over and over again. We've all had the experience of

realizing that something in our lives simply isn't working and this knowledge

can come as a realization a nagging feeling of doubt that grows stronger and

stronger, waking us up in the middle of the night, that we simply have to change.

Now some people will act rashly and make sweeping changes before they even

understand what the problem is. Other people fear change and they cringe away

with it so they live with the uncomfortable awareness that something

needs to shift but they dare not. However between these two extremes there is a

middle pathway that can help us powerfully and gracefully change what

isn't working for us. The first step is to realize that your entire life is made

up of paths that are interconnected with the whole and changing. One thing can

lead to a manifest change in everything because some of this small changes have

a very very big effect and sometimes much bigger changes are necessary.

However the only way you will know for sure is to take time to really sit with

yourself to understand what is happening. Take the time to look at your life - it

has a great big picture board - your relationships, where you live, where you

work to determine what is actually not functioning the way you would like and

once you had this figured out write it down on a piece of paper. For example I'm

not happy with my current job, I'm not happy in the city that I live in. And

the next step is to figure out the adjustment that you would like to make

and how you can go away about manifesting this change. If you're

unhappy with your job for example because you're spending too much time

with it and not enough time with your partner you might

like to discuss with your employer how you can work more effectively. Can you

take some of your work home? Can you reduce down to a four day work work week?

Often employers are willing to help you if they value you and they want you to

stay along with them. And they want you to stay with them. If it is the place

where you are living maybe you are feeling completely out of sync with it

and need to tree change altogether! But don't just jump in go and visit the

tree change first; rent it for a while to see if it actually does work for you

otherwise you may cause yourself even more heartache if you can't actually get

a job to afford the lifestyle that you've now walked yourself into. Once you

realize that something isn't working simply writing it down can be a powerful

catalyst for change. And the key to making changes that work for you is to

accept the necessity and to know that change is simply a part of our lives and

as we change we may find it necessary to fine tune our work, our living spaces, our

relationships, our life situations. For we are living breathing entities and we are

a reflection of our true dynamic beating hearts. Sharon Ramel with you embracing

change from the couch.

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Suderbyn, a Swedish Ecovillage | Leo Correia BikeVlog 9 - Duration: 55:22.

Hey guys, I'm Leo Correia

welcome to my Bike Vlog

Today's topic is as promised 'how was our

experience doing volunteer work

in an ecovillage in Sweden'

You must have noticed that

this video has captions

I decided to do

english subtitles for this video

because I want to send to our ecovillage friends

I promised them that I would do it

and they don't understand Portuguese

yet

This story started before

we leave Brazil

Bibi received a facebook post

a invitation, "come be a volunteer

in an ecovillage in Sweden "

that simple

we are interested in this kind of thing, community life

and try to understand what solutions

people give to problems

that arise from this way of living

we had a reasonable experience with this in Brazil

although they have not been

experiences of living in community settings,

as if was our residence

but to live together, to work, to do things together,

to cook, to party and make friends

Bibi and I even met

because of that experiences

so this is something inside

our scope of interest

but still, it sounds bizarre "come and do volunteer work

in an ecovillage in Sweden"

so Bibi got in touch

we had some bureaucracy to solve

of registration, of contracts, things like that

which was difficult because the agency

I think we had some problem because

the agency was taking care of this

the agency that mediates this kind of thing

between who is volunteering

and who will receive the work

this agency no longer has her brazilian branch

so we had to workaround

apply through the international branch

and there was a whole story

but in the meantime

Bibi ended up doing

a skype call with the ecovillage staff

from Suderbyn, this is the name of the ecovillage

and she talked to Sergey

and it was so cool, Sergey is such a cool guy

who welcomed us so well in that first chat

practically was like "if you

are in the mood to come, send the documents

let's try to make it viable somehow

we want you to come"

it was a very strong welcome

and that's how it ended up happening

So when we came to Europe in August

We already had this thing

of ecovillage all set

all prepared

Well, we came to Germany

It was about two or three weeks living here

at first, when we came here

we didn't expect to

get an apartment so fast

so the plan was to stay at friends' houses

maybe do same traveling

during this first month

until the Swedish thing

and then, when we came back from Sweden

would start looking for apartment

and start life here in Berlin

but things did'nt happen this way

We got an apartment in two days

and suddenly, in a week living in the city

we already had a life all set

I was already discussing work proposals

and had some social life

and an apartment happening, and I was in a rush

to deliver some works from Brazil

so when it was time to travel to Sweden

Bibi was very eager

to do this trip

and I was grumpy

because I had that feeling, like

"I just got here in this city

I have not even started things yet

and have to leave for three weeks?

I don't want to take vacations now

I want to work! I am in the opposite energy to do this "

but anyway, I was in a bad mood

but I was not going to give in

I'm not like that

We had already arranged everything

so we ended up traveling

and then he went to Stockholm

it was a good moment, because we stayed at some friends' house

Porto Alegre people

It was almost like staying at Mom's house

feeling of welcome and care on their part

Pri and Maiz are awesome

we stayed there for a week

until the day we had to go to the ecovillage

this ecovillage, Suderbyn, lies on an island

it's not in the mainland of Sweden

it's an island in the middle of the Baltic Sea

which is call Gotland

I remember having researched then

but I'm not sure right now about the size of the island

if I'm not mistaken the island is more or less the size of Florianópolis

to give you some dimension

So it's a big island

but I think it has 20,000 inhabitants, the whole island

Florianópolis, as a comparison, has 400,000

so we see that it is an area

very sparsely populated

To get to Gotland

You can get there by plane, there's an airport there

but it was not our case, we were in Stockholm

so we have to travel to...

travel south

It can be by train or by bus

an hour journey, more or less

to this city

I can't recall the name

I'll put it down here

so we travel to this city

from there take a ship, which they call a ferry

but I was expecting something like a ferry, the kind I know

but when we got there it was a ship

a ship that people go by car

so it's cool to get by car in Gotland

and this ferry trip is another three hours

three and a half hours

so it's a 'little adventure'

when people go to the ecovillage

they usually arrives in the center of Visby,

which is the small town, and take the bus

but in our case we arrived too late

past midnight

I think the buses were over

and the ecovillage is far

some kilometers from the center

It was going to be difficult for us to get there

and then we experienced

the second great hosting experience

the first had been Sergey talking to us

by skype call and the second was that

they picked us up

at the ferry station

they were very very very very nice

then there were Sergey, Robert and Maja

Sergey, as I said, it's the guy we talked to first

he lives in the ecovillage, works there

Robert is one of the founders

he is from the first group who bought the land

and has lived there since the ecovillage started

he is a well conected guy

he participates in the Gotland Green Party

He seems to travel a bit

in the meantime when we were in the ecovillage

he said goodbye and traveled, went to Brazil

for a meeting, a congress,

an ecovillage convention, not sure

is a super active guy and present in this community

and finally there was Maja

who was the girl responsible for the workcamp

she was hired from the intermediary agency

and she was responsible in loco

so she was not a resident of the ecovillage

but she was there to take care of us

which she did in an incredible way

ok, so what about this whole thing?

What the hell did we do in this place?

the purpose of the story was to do volunteer work

that we didn't know exactly what it was

in their invitation material

they talked about building

some composting thing for heating

it was some crazy thing like that

but I was not very interested

in what exactly would be the job

I was more in the mood to be there

to live the experience, to do

whatever lay ahead

After we went there

during the experience

we discovered that what we did there

they call it 'workcamp'

It's something I didn't know in Brazil

workcamp is like a camping holiday

on which you do some work

like volunteer work

so a very common thing

and the people who were there with us participating

several of them were simply

people who were on vacation

and instead of going to a hotel

or, I don't know, travel randomly

went to this place and stayed there

working and meeting people

and I have to say

after that, I don't think I'll ever

going to be able to take a normal vacation again

because it was very cool

this aspect of taking a rest from life

it seems like a contradiction

go to this place to work, and we worked hard

it was not easy, was a super-hard work

moving stones, breaking concrete

moving manure over and over

with a trailer and a shovel

it was a heavy job

but at the same time it was not my regular job

the day-after-day work

here at home I work all day on the computer

so it was an experience for me

opposite to what I live in my daily life

I do intellectual work all day

sitting on a chair

and there I was doing a job

much more physical and social too

because all the tasks were group tasks

and I'm not suffering from the things

that I suffer in my daily life

here at home

for all this I can tell you

I highly recommend this experience

workcamp, I really recommend

and it was this story, we went to this place

with these people living there...

when we were there

because this number varies

when we were there

were living about ten people

among regular residents

and people who spend a longer time there

but who are not regular residents

and our group

people volunteering in the workcamp

we were ten more

so this was it

we woke up early the first day for breakfast

and it was very difficult to wake up early

because I was in a bizarre routine here in Berlin

but we woke up early, went to breakfast,

and there were those twenty nice faces

around the table, new faces,

and some have become great friends after that

but anyway

to say a little of what they do there

In short, they are an ecovillage

the people live there

they talk a lot about sustainability and the purpose of ecovillage

for all that was said there

is to experiment with tools and

construction of things and technology

hard technology, like machines

and social technology, on what sort of arrangement of people

and what kind of conversations

we must have to make a

sustainable experience work

It's very difficult to dream about a sustainable world

thinking only about technology

We also need to think about relationships

they have this approach

despite the ecovillage being a farm

which has a barn

that they transformed into a workshop

of some sorts

despite being a farm, they don't have

the goal of grow all their food

like, being self sufficient

planting their own food

things like that

so they buy food from local producers

organic and stuff

then the farm looks like more of a testing ground

of sustainable construction

or sustainable technologies

is really cool, and this was a first break of

expectation for me, because one of the

things that were giving me the bad mood before we went

was the possible 'hippie mambo-jambo'

like hugging trees and praising the sun

and all these things that

I don't have much patience nowadays

I've had it in other times

but nowadays I don't have much more

and of course folks, I'm not making judgment

about people who like to hug trees

and praise the sun, but it's something I got tired of

I'm tired of this language

and I still like things about

the development of deeper relationships

between people, and nature, and everything

but there's this language

the more spiritual approach

that has worn me out

and I'd rather stay a away

so I was there in the ecovillage

gathering all my patience

waiting for the hippie things, but no

they are super deep and super subtle people

and at the same time respect who

comes and brings this spirituality

but it is not something that is impregnated in the place

in people, it is not a vocation

of the space

it's important to be told

So, like I said, we woke up to breakfast

and had all those faces smiling

willing to connect

and I assume that must be super difficult

to the residents

seeing these groups coming and going

having a super intense experience

and the people go away

and they have to deal with the void

I imagine that the tenth time that happens

they wouldn't even want to connect anymore

I imagine it would be ease to be like that

but again, it was not what I found there

So we were there, ten people

new to that place,

without knowing what to expect and those

people hosting us super incredibly well

super warm, super loving and careful

each of us who arrived there

arrived with a certain ease

some very shy, some very outgoing

some wanting to listen, some wanting to talk

some even wanting to be alone

and each one came with its own way

its own energy, with its own vibration

but the place and local people

well received all these varieties

This too was very special

and at the same time, as I said,

without bringing a heavy language

spiritualized, exaggerated

it's about the desire to be together

do things together, and less about

what specific words we speak

so we got there, spent two weeks

throughout the process I discovered

what the hell was the

crazy composting thing

to generate heat

I'll try to bring it here with my

lay explanation, so please

if I'm talking shit

please correct me in the comment section below

but here is the thing:

there in the ecovillage

they built a biodigestor

which is a huge tube of concrete

half buried inside of a geodesic dome

as the weather gets really cold

in swedish winter

they need a more controlled

more stable environment

the biodigester works on bacteria

bacteria that decompose the organic matter

that they put it in there

like kitchen trash

food leftovers, stuff like that

during the summer this works well

but in cold winter

the bacteria stop working

they kind of freeze

so they built the biodigestor inside the dome

to try to keep the heat inside

a more stable ecosystem

this biodigestor is very impressive

because it is

a compost of organic matter

that one of the by-products is biogas

so they generate biogas

from the composition of this

matter placed there

biogas that will be used in cars

that can be sold, it has several purposes

this, by itself, is already a very crazy thing

but to sustain the temperature inside the dome

they need to build

some kind of heat generator

preferably something sustainable

so we get to this thing

it's not new, it's old technology

this thing called "Jean Pain Compost"

Jean Pain was a weird Frenchman

that lived in a farm

and some 40 years ago, I think, he invented

this way of generating heat

in which we pile up a lot of wood chips

this wood decomposes, and the

decomposition of this wood generates heat

So, how's the scheme?

We build a little hill

well compacted matter

wood chips and manure, which was basically what

we used to build the Jean Pain Compost

there in Suderbyn

and as we go depositing

the layers of this material

we put water pipes

those black plastic tubes

I'm not sure what the material is

we put the pipes and make

a long spiral inside

a long spiral that goes

inside the decomposed matter

and then, when it is finished, we pump the water from one side

the water passes through this compost

gets warm

because the matter is decomposing and heating

and goes out on the other side, hot water

I was skeptical at first

of the potential that this thing

had to be enough to say

"We're doing this aiming to

sustain the temperature of a

controlled ecosystem within a

large geodesic dome"

but it was very impressive

It's okay, I was there more for doing things

for fun, and among many other things

that's what we did

during the two weeks

these other things that included potato harvesting

because although they didn't have

the proposal to be self sufficient

on food planted there, they do

experiment planting food

preferably with different ways

of growing

they planted potatoes with

this method called "lasagna"

I don't know the technical name, don't ask me

but we put layers of decomposed matter

also straw, I think, with the potatoes, and they grow

and this has much less impact to the soil

the potatoes are not buried in the ground

they grow among these layers

of organic matter

There were people that, during the workcamp

worked on this lasagna

other people worked in

some side projects

of the ecovillage

there were things being build

beside the Jean Pain Compost

one of those was an outdoor toilet

and this is a very interesting topic in the ecovillage

because, like I said before

they try to cause the least possible impact

experimenting with different ways

to relate to the space

and one of the things that impacts the most

in our life is what we do

regarding the toilet

on the sewage issue

there they use dry toilet

that's a super simple thing

is a normal toilet, the person seats

on which would be

the equivalent of a toilet bowl

but below that, rather than water

there is a bucket, basically

an important thing about dry toilet

that I learned there, is that we need to separate

stool and urine, because feces and

urine mixed does very bad

it is very difficult to be reused

causes a lot of impact

but separate feces and urine may

be used for very interesting things

so there they had this practice

of collect the two separated

so you sit in the toilet

there is a hole, with a plastic piece

which separates what is solid

and what is liquid

and it all falls into a tank underneath

a bucket, basically, and then when

you go there, if you're going to pee, you pee

and it's all stored underneath

if you're going to poop, you poop, and when it's over

you put two handfuls of sawdust

and this makes

the fecal matter more inert

it doesn't stink so much

it doesn't attract so much flies

it's much easier to deal with

so every time that

this buckets are full

someone has to go there, collect

and do something about it

there in the ecovillage, they have

different destinations for both things

fecal matter, poop

turns into compost

so they take these buckets

with poop, with a little toilet paper

which is also inert, no problem

they deposit it in this place

outside in a corner, in a composter

this composter is divided into three stages

separating the oldest poop

the middle poop and the fresh poop

the oldest, I think the time is six months

or a year, it's a long time

it turns into a very potent fertilizer

that is what they were using

in the lasagna of the potatoes, for example

so the people who got this job

to take care of the potatoes

in the lasagna field

had to go and collect this poop

that was in the composter

and mix with the potatoes

but that's it, the task of collecting poop is to pick up the buckets

take to the composter

later, someday, when someone use that

take from the composter and put it on the ground

and after the poop spent those months composing

it almost doesn't look like feces, looks like dirt

it smells very soft

doesn't smell like crap

sometimes you see some toilet paper

which is strange

dirt with toilet paper, but ok

about the pee, the liquid part

they store in large barrels

this was one of the first things I did in the ecovillage

it was a great assignment

we had to get this thing

this large barrel, with one thousand liters of

urine inside, and dilute this urine

to a ratio of 3 to 1

or 4 to 1, maybe

they have an electric cart

some kind of golf cart

which they use in the ecovillage

as an electric tractor, called Tully

Tully is awesome!

We went with Tully

collected the urine from the tank

diluted with water collected from the lake with a pump

into another tank on the back of the Tully

and went spreading this diluted urine

in plants, especially on large trees

and that was our task

to close the urine cycle

which is to return the nitrogen

to the soil

when we grow things

grow things on the soil

here again, correct me if I'm wrong

But when we plant things

the plant, among other things

take nitrogen from the soil

that we consume, and life goes on

but sometimes, if we don't restore it

after a while, the soil it becomes sterile

it loses the ability to be fertile

so we get this urine, rich in nitrogen

dilute and distribute

we used to do this, usually on large plants

in large trees or large shrubs

because the urine is very strong

if we put in a small plant maybe the plant would die

and it was a great job

because that white electric cart

with a big white tank in the back

parked backwards in front of a tree

with the pee valve opened

letting go this stream of pee

looked a lot like

a white elephant peeing in the trees

that is very way an elephant

would pee

it's very similar

because the pee goes straight to the back

so everything we did, all the tasks

they were funny in their own way

we turned everything into a joke

everything became fun

even the task of having to deal

with the pee, that they called

affectionately of "gold water"

but anyway I was talking

on this issue of bathrooms

they have some outdoor toilets

where they make this collection cycle

there is also an indoor toilet

that is inside the main house

where some people live

where is the kitchen, living room

and everyone get along

there is a whole schedule

in which every day someone is responsible

for this task, collect pee and poop

take to the tank, take to composter

or distribute in the trees of the property

in those days when we were there

they had this project in progress

which was to build another outdoor toilet

and this was an important task

because they sometimes host big events

there in the ecovillage too

I think there was a big summer festival

this year, recently

and there were, I don't know, maybe 200 people camping

and toilets always are a concern

I think they have today six outdoor toilets

or there are four and they are building two more

I don't remember

but they were building the "Rapunzel"

that was this last pair of toilets

and some people choose this task, during workcamp

others choose the task of planting the potatoes in the lasagna

some people took

the mandalas painting job

in an area that they built for the

geodesic dome entrance

the workcamp people could choose

between different tasks

things different from their daily routine

I spent most of the time anchored on the task

of build the Jean Pain Compost

because I was very curious about the process

first thing was to go to the forest

to cut down some trees

the trees were going to be chopped

so we cut a certain type of trees

that grow fast

which is pretty much sustainable

within this closed cycle

so we cut the trees

put in a machine to chop

chopped the trees

and stacked to make the compost

this first task

to have to go to the forest cut down trees

was already far outside the comfort zone for many

people who are accustomed to a life

of offices were in a forest

cutting trees

that's very cool

I got involved with this task

and that's what we did over

practically two weeks

some people from the ecovillage

were skeptical if we

would finish the compost

within the span of two weeks

which was the workcamp duration

we had forecast of rain

that ended not happening

we've got very luck with the weather

and this was crazy

because we finished building

we "inaugurated" the compost

on the last Friday that was the last workcamp workday

it was a perfect timing

It was a magical moment because we finished

and most of the people of the ecovillage

and the camp came

to where the compost was

and we were on top of it

it was a mound with two meters

two and a half meters tall

with a lot of people on top

trampling to compact the matter

and then someone put dancing music

at the sunset

the people doing a crazy dance

trampling on top of the compost

it was a very magical moment

for what they said

they had already built a compost

a Jean Pain

and it worked, it generated some heat

but I think it was smaller, with fewer pipes

they built a first attempt

and it was not so powerful

I think that after a week

organic matter had not yet

started to generate heat

and it should be faster than that

so they had to activate throwing urine on top

to get the bacteria to start working

they had some expectation

but were more in the field of experimentation

this time, we built a larger compost

with all the pipes

in a nice spiral, well built

carefully built

We finished building

and the next day

the team went there to check

to see what was going on

started pumping water and hot water began to flow out

we didn't have a thermometer

but the calculations said that

it should heat water to 60 degrees

between 60 and 70 degrees of temperature

which is a very hot water

we didn't have a thermometer, but keep the hand underneath

of that water that came out of the pipe

it was uncomfortable, it was like taking a

too hot bath

it was very hot

It was crazy, everyone was very happy

because it was only the next day

the compost activated almost immediately

it was great!

back to the explanation

the compost is this big pile

of organic matter

with the water pipes inside

mostly chopped wood that heats up

it was surprising

because when we were chopping the wood

we had a weekend between the end of this task

and the beginning of the next

And then when we arrived on Monday

to pick up the wood chips pile

which had stayed in the forest

we started to shovel

and the inside of these piles were smoking

because it was already super hot

I put my hand inside and felt a warmth almost uncomfortable

almost burning

crazy

so you can see that the thing is powerful

we chop the wood from these fast-growing trees

build the compost

the prediction of this compost

is to generate heat for 18 months

a year and a half, which is quite a lot

after this year and a half

which is more or less

when all organic matter decomposed there

all it's left is a dark dirt

this dirt is a fertilizer

extremely powerful, that they use

among other things

to replant the trees of the beginning of the process

the trees that were cut

so it's a pretty good closed cycle

This is what we went there to do

in the most superficial layer

which was to build these things, work in the workcamp

but a lot of things happened

that we could not predict

or maybe we could predict

but they were surprising anyway

mainly about getting along with the people

we also had tourism, it was really cool

because the first weekend...

we got there in a Monday or a Tuesday

started work, and when Saturday came

we went to a bike ride

people in Suderbyn don't work on weekends

they respect the working hours

are very well organized

and on Saturday we went for this bike ride

with local people

so they were doing almost a tour

showing some viking ruins

something of what was a piece of a fortress

had a lot of cool explanations

we went by bike

I turned on my Strava that day

we rode about 37 kilometers, I think

I'm going to put the Strava link in this video description too

it's these images you are seeing on the corner

We rode along a dirt trail

rode down the road, stopped at the edge of some cliffs

very beautiful cliffs

Gotland is a GORGEOUS, MARVELOUS place

and the tour ended with the sunset in Visby

Visby is this little town

which I think is the main town of Gotland

where ferry arrives

It's a city that lives, I think

mostly on tourism

it is kind of a preserved medieval town

much of the city is

inside a medieval wall

which is super well preserved

we could walk in those narrow streets

and it's all quite touristy

There are a lot of things for sale, there are many cafes

this feel of a tourist place

very nice

we had a good moment there

It was amazing to know this city

we went there several times

and I recommend it

if you are hanging out in Sweden

You can drive, get the ferry

make a road trip around the island

grab a coffee in Visby

a very cool sightseeing tour

we did all this in those days

and also had all this social part

because as I said at the beginning

we don't do this

we don't build a sustainable world

if we don't build sustainable relationships

between people and people

people and places, places and places

and so on

so while Suderbyn is this

space of experimentation of technologies

building these instruments

of permaculture, blah blah blah

it is an experimentation space

of these social things as well

and it was very cool there

We spent two weeks making friends

when we stopped working

we sat in the living room

they had drums, guitar

we just stayed there, playing music, chatting

very affectionate group

we were always together (in a non-sexual way)

it seemed that we couldn't detach ourselves

and sometimes, at night, make tea, play a game

or just chat, or whatever

anything

at some night we made a bonfire

it was a whole coexistence

an opportunity for socialization

for people to know each other

perhaps we made friends

for a lifetime

last week we met Alisa and Herman

Alisa who is one of the residents of Suderbyn

and Herman, who was one of the

workcamp people

they met here in Germany

and we went out together

I had this feeling

of meeting friends of a lifetime

a two-week coexistence that was worth a lifetime

the people who were there

as I said at the beginning

we were much different people, shy people

extroverted people, academic people

there were people of all numbers, colors and tastes

a super international group, there were me and Bibi, Brazilians

João, a Portuguese guy

I'm referring mostly

the workcamp group

Maja, who was organizing everything

a Swedish girl who loves Brazil

lived a little while in Salvador

if I'm not mistaken

Meisze, a funny girl from Hong Kong

she was the on that filmed my front flip

at the acrobatics class

Alexandra, who is Ukrainian, she was one of those people

that arrived super shy, not wanting to talk too much

but she was always fully present

always supporting the group, always connected

Alexandra, I'm still tying my hair

with the bow you gave me!

there was Alba, Catalan

a girl who was suffering a bit in those days

because she is Catalan

and that week

Catalonia was posing a plebiscite

about the separation from Spain

it was happening some armed confrontation on the street

a very tense atmosphere in her country

she is very involved with these matters

and was there, isolated on a Baltic island

talking about sustainability

a little divided

I don't know what it was like for her

but I got the impression that Suderbyn was

a good space to process those things

because the people living there

are very engaged on the subject

of seeing the world

from a broader perspective

then this subject was kept on the agenda all the time

all the time this generated a discussion

powerful conversations

there was also the other Alba, German Alba

or how she's called on facebook, Koko

who was also there going through her processes

and I think a lot of us, who went there

carry with us our lives

our moments, our personal stages

and many, I'm sure

arrived not wanting to put themselves so much

not wanting to participate

wanting to stay behind the scenes

living in that environment

collecting and learning

but during the process everyone ended up putting themselves "on fire"

because it was a welcoming environment for that

people were prepared for it

I went through several processes myself

as I said at the beginning, I was in a bad mood

I didn't want to go there, and suddenly I was

with my four legs mired in cow manure

and laughing, and talking to people

and interacting, and expressing myself

and leading some processes

and being led by others

this things are always very powerful

We also met Louisa, a German girl

who is this kind of person

who become the comic soul of the party

with her acid humor

She has a British accent

and all acidic humor gets much better

with a British accent

we partnered up into smart jokes

so often the conversations

started up being fueled by this energy

by the comedy that she brought

very cool

Herman, that we met

here last week

the guy is a little older

escaping from the average of the group

which was between the mid 20's

and early 30's, I think

he was traveling before

went with his car, took a longer trip

he is Belgian, so he left Belgium with his car

made a very long trip

and he was the anchor of peace and serenity of our group

always the guy who woke up early

every morning, when I got in the common room

to have breakfast, there he was

with the open newspaper, having coffee, or sipping tea

he was always the first 'good morning'

and we had the opportunity to meet again

it was very cool

also because most of the work

I did at the ecovillage

I did with him on the team

we had a lot of opportunity to exchange

He is a very special guy

I think these are the ten "working campers"

and yet all the very special people

the residents of the ecovillage

receiving us, very nice

at some point, I think at the end of the activities

on the eve of leaving

We were talking

processing everything that happened

and how potent it was

This was not my first experience of this type

these immersion activities

of interacting with people like that

because I did several of this kind of thing

of travelling, meeting new people

since college time

We traveled to these students events

and it was a lot of this feeling, friends for a lifetime

then when I became part the Art of Hosting network

going to Art of Hosting meetings in Brazil

that are also very powerful

maybe even more

because these meetings has the purpose of being powerful

they are about practicing tools

that help build meaningful conversations

so all the conversations are very meaningful

and this is always very intense

even cathartic, in a way

sometimes the people cries, screams, breaks

transform themselves

so for me it's nothing new

what we lived there in Suderbyn

but I found out, while I was there

that is very different to experience

deep ways of relationship when people

are not only talking about ways of relationship

but when they are doing things together

pratical things

Art of Hosting is powerful

and to this day, it's one of the

life-transforming experiences I had

but it's a lot about the conversation

is always about talking

because it the meetings aim to this goal

it's about social technologies

relationship, and so on

and I discovered something different

to be practicing this, to be interacting with people

and building more sustainable relationships

at the same time that people are

carrying horse poop with a shovel

cutting a tree, driving a cart full of pee

or riding on a bike together

on a dirt track, or whatever

Doing things together

it's a very powerful thing

I think it's similar to dancing

dance, when we dance together

it is an exchange

it is a relationship that happens with the body

we touch each other, we occupy the spaces

or gives spaces, we interact

in a whole layer of the unspoken

in a clear way

a direct way

it's not only the BODY LANGUAGE

but it is a warm, strong, intentional interaction

and work together, do this legwork

at the same time as

experiencing new forms of relationship

It's a bit like a dance

it's about interacting

is to see how the other hand deals with your body

with space, with the touch

carry together a heavy thing

all this

this was all very emblematic for us

and I got there kind of bad

wasn't feeling whole, completely present

because it was a very tiring year, since São Paulo

leaving Brazil was very tiring

have to move, close the apartment

have to leave our dog

there in my father's house

all this was very painful, difficult

and all self-questioning

that comes from it, like

"I'm here in Berlin, not getting a job"

"Am I incompetent?"

"I can't speak the language, what now?"

all the little sufferings end up

turning something bigger

and sometimes we don't even notice

so when I was there in Suderbyn

many of these things ended up on the table

because we were there as whole

I ended up having an opportunity

to connect with some sides

of my personality that were left behind

for some reason

What do I mean by that?

At one point in my life I played drums

and I really enjoyed playing the drums

I had to stop because it's difficult

because it is a large instrument

because it's noisy

You can not live in an apartment

it brings a whole lot of difficulties

This is something I carry

I wish I could play the drums again someday

have a suitable environment to do this

So, what do I find when I get to Suderbyn?

a suitable environment with a drum set

so almost every day

I played the drums

and played for about 15 minutes

that was enough for me to have

that relationship with the instrument

and feel a little of who I am, when playing the drums

also, the people who live there

have a drum set ready

and they didn't know how to play

and when I arrived, they saw

that I could play a little

and they went crazy, like "teach us something?"

and one night, on a Saturday

I sat down and gave some "lessons"

with the little knowledge I have

I could teach some moves

and it was also a intense experience

a affirmative experience, like "this is part of me"

"I like it", "this is who I am"

this happened with the drums

this happened with chess

I played a lot of chess as a teenager

I stopped playing for some reasons

but there was a chessboard

And what do I find?

a guy, Ukrainian, playing chess with me

this is an 'achievment' in life

to play chess with a guy that can speak Russian

the guy plays very well, and this is Sergey

He's a guy who plays chess just fine

and playing with him was very interesting, too

obviously I lost all matches

but all of them were dialogued matches

were understood matches

and we interacted

and I know, because he said,

that for him was also interesting

those matches were intense

because of this exchange

like "I'm not just playing, I'm not just

interacting in the game field, but everything that is behind

what is going on in your head while

I'm calculating the next move

and I put it out loud

and we process together"

a very interesting game

and another totally unexpected thing happened as well

We were on this day

I think it was a Friday

one of the residents of the ecovillage, Nils-Erik

a Swedish guy from the region

He turned to us and invited us

"Do you want to join me in an acrobatic class?"

"what?"

and he explained "Tuesdays and Fridays

I do acrobatics classes, do you want to go along?"

we accepted, of course

when we got there, it was a gym set up

inside a school in Gotland, Visby

and the guys have a circus class

acrobatics for inexperienced adults

they also have circus and gymastics classes

for young people

who train seriously and such

we could see these young people training nearby

so they had these classes for adults

clumsy like us

he made this invitation

and it was so simple, so unexpected, so cool

we arrived there

the training was extremely heavy

we almost died trying to follow

that crazy teacher

a very nice guy too

welcomed us in his class

and again, when I was a teenager, I was a gymnast

and this is one of the things that stayed behind

in my life and what I miss

then all this ecovillage experience

It turned out to be a time travel for me

and I reconnected with

lot of who I am, what I like

what I do, my own story

was very, as I said before, affirmative

So we went to this acrobatic class

and went to the others that came after

became a regular activity during the workcamp

oh that was great

it was an extremely heavy workout

to do after a hard day's work

carrying wheelbarrows with cow poop

and wood chips

It was very suicidal, but it was very good

the best day, for me

was when we were training and, almost at the end of the training

I was a lot tired

and they had this kind of a gymnastics floor

long, was inflatable

that could give some rebound

not as much as a trampoline

but a little more than ordinary gymnastics floor

something in between

and I thought "man, I need to try to do something here"

"I need to do one of the things

that I did when I trained"

Then I put on a mattress and started to try

make a front flip

and I fell on my butt about ten times

and then I started to do it right

I started not to fall on my butt

I started to fall on my feet

and Meisze was passing by

she started filming and recorded that moment

I almost cried when I got back to the ecovillage

because it was very special

it was maybe 15 years since I had stopped training

Yes, 2002 I think

and be able to have that sensation again

and find out it's still in my blood, you know?

I'm old, I'm fatter, I have a knee problem

but it's still part of me

Everything I've done in this life is still part of me

and be in this place with these

special people

was this time to reconnect

with myself

no wonder that it was very difficult

say goodbye to these people

and maybe every day

since we came back home

At some point of the day I think

"what would it be like to live in this ecovillage?"

"what would it be like to be a resident there?"

"how would it be to try these things

and build things, and relationships

and growing plants and composts

and also relationships, every day?"

I'm not naive

I know the experience of a workcamp

is more intense because it is

a storm of sensations

all at once

that the life of a resident might be, perhaps, much more stable

Yes, with some experiences

but with highs and lows of intensity

a much broader perspective

so I know this magic

part of this workcamp magic

it's just because it's short

but still, I reaffirm the feeling

that maybe that's what I want

for my life, for the medium or long term

to gather some people

and experience a life similar to that

to be present every day

to be able to experience a small bubble

of a different world

I have some friends who live in Brazil

who has this same feeling

and we always talk about this dream

at the bottom of the head, like

"will one day, when I am a little older,

with a little more money,

The plan be to buy a land

and try all these things?"

may be

anyway, Suderbyn was very special

because it was, beyond all individual perspectives,

these transformations, these connections

it was an place where I could

see that it works, you know?

realize that it's not so difficult

realize that we deal with problems

that appear every day

and everything goes on, and the village sustains itself, and what happens is that it makes sense

and what doesn't make sense just stop happening

and if someone is not connected to the place

it just goes away

and that's how life goes

without much control

and a bit more experimental

"This is Visby... Bye Visby!"

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A Christmas Carol | Stave 3 - Duration: 50:14.

STAVE THREE.

THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS.

Awaking in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts

together, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of

One.

He felt that he was restored to consciousness in the right nick of time, for the especial

purpose of holding a conference with the second messenger despatched to him through Jacob

Marley's intervention.

But finding that he turned uncomfortably cold when he began to wonder which of his curtains

this new spectre would draw back, he put them every one aside with his own hands; and lying

down again, established a sharp look-out all round the bed.

For he wished to challenge the Spirit on the moment of its appearance, and did not wish

to be taken by surprise, and made nervous.

Gentlemen of the free-and-easy sort, who plume themselves on being acquainted with a move

or two, and being usually equal to the time-of-day, express the wide range of their capacity for

adventure by observing that they are good for anything from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter;

between which opposite extremes, no doubt, there lies a tolerably wide and comprehensive

range of subjects.

Without venturing for Scrooge quite as hardily as this, I don't mind calling on you to

believe that he was ready for a good broad field of strange appearances, and that nothing

between a baby and rhinoceros would have astonished him very much.

Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing;

and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a

violent fit of trembling.

Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came.

All this time, he lay upon his bed, the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddy light,

which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed the hour; and which, being only light, was

more alarming than a dozen ghosts, as he was powerless to make out what it meant, or would

be at; and was sometimes apprehensive that he might be at that very moment an interesting

case of spontaneous combustion, without having the consolation of knowing it.

At last, however, he began to think—as you or I would have thought at first; for it is

always the person not in the predicament who knows what ought to have been done in it,

and would unquestionably have done it too—at last, I say, he began to think that the source

and secret of this ghostly light might be in the adjoining room, from whence, on further

tracing it, it seemed to shine.

This idea taking full possession of his mind, he got up softly and shuffled in his slippers

to the door.

The moment Scrooge's hand was on the lock, a strange voice called him by his name, and

bade him enter.

He obeyed.

It was his own room.

There was no doubt about that.

But it had undergone a surprising transformation.

The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from

every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened.

The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many

little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney,

as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge's time, or Marley's,

or for many and many a winter season gone.

Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry,

brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings,

barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense

twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious

steam.

In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing

torch, in shape not unlike Plenty's horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light

on Scrooge, as he came peeping round the door.

"Come in!"

exclaimed the Ghost.

"Come in! and know me better, man!"

Scrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before this Spirit.

He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been; and though the Spirit's eyes were clear

and kind, he did not like to meet them.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present," said the Spirit.

"Look upon me!"

Scrooge reverently did so.

It was clothed in one simple green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur.

This garment hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if

disdaining to be warded or concealed by any artifice.

Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also bare; and on its

head it wore no other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles.

Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its

open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air.

Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath

was eaten up with rust.

Scrooge's Third Visitor Scrooge's Third Visitor

"You have never seen the like of me before!" exclaimed the Spirit.

"Never," Scrooge made answer to it.

"Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning (for I am very

young) my elder brothers born in these later years?"

pursued the Phantom.

"I don't think I have," said Scrooge.

"I am afraid I have not.

Have you had many brothers, Spirit?"

"More than eighteen hundred," said the Ghost.

"A tremendous family to provide for!" muttered Scrooge.

The Ghost of Christmas Present rose.

"Spirit," said Scrooge submissively, "conduct me where you will.

I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now.

To-night, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by it."

"Touch my robe!"

Scrooge did as he was told, and held it fast.

Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, meat, pigs, sausages,

oysters, pies, puddings, fruit, and punch, all vanished instantly.

So did the room, the fire, the ruddy glow, the hour of night, and they stood in the city

streets on Christmas morning, where (for the weather was severe) the people made a rough,

but brisk and not unpleasant kind of music, in scraping the snow from the pavement in

front of their dwellings, and from the tops of their houses, whence it was mad delight

to the boys to see it come plumping down into the road below, and splitting into artificial

little snow-storms.

The house fronts looked black enough, and the windows blacker, contrasting with the

smooth white sheet of snow upon the roofs, and with the dirtier snow upon the ground;

which last deposit had been ploughed up in deep furrows by the heavy wheels of carts

and waggons; furrows that crossed and re-crossed each other hundreds of times where the great

streets branched off; and made intricate channels, hard to trace in the thick yellow mud and

icy water.

The sky was gloomy, and the shortest streets were choked up with a dingy mist, half thawed,

half frozen, whose heavier particles descended in a shower of sooty atoms, as if all the

chimneys in Great Britain had, by one consent, caught fire, and were blazing away to their

dear hearts' content.

There was nothing very cheerful in the climate or the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness

abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse

in vain.

For, the people who were shovelling away on the housetops were jovial and full of glee;

calling out to one another from the parapets, and now and then exchanging a facetious snowball—better-natured

missile far than many a wordy jest—laughing heartily if it went right and not less heartily

if it went wrong.

The poulterers' shops were still half open, and the fruiterers' were radiant in their

glory.

There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of

jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their

apoplectic opulence.

There were ruddy, brown-faced, broad-girthed Spanish Onions, shining in the fatness of

their growth like Spanish Friars, and winking from their shelves in wanton slyness at the

girls as they went by, and glanced demurely at the hung-up mistletoe.

There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of

grapes, made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence to dangle from conspicuous hooks, that people's

mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown,

recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle

deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squat and swarthy, setting off the

yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons,

urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner.

The very gold and silver fish, set forth among these choice fruits in a bowl, though members

of a dull and stagnant-blooded race, appeared to know that there was something going on;

and, to a fish, went gasping round and round their little world in slow and passionless

excitement.

The Grocers'!

oh, the Grocers'!

nearly closed, with perhaps two shutters down, or one; but through those gaps such glimpses!

It was not alone that the scales descending on the counter made a merry sound, or that

the twine and roller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were rattled up and

down like juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful

to the nose, or even that the raisins were so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely

white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the

candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel

faint and subsequently bilious.

Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest

tartness from their highly-decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in

its Christmas dress; but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the hopeful

promise of the day, that they tumbled up against each other at the door, crashing their wicker

baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon the counter, and came running back to fetch

them, and committed hundreds of the like mistakes, in the best humour possible; while the Grocer

and his people were so frank and fresh that the polished hearts with which they fastened

their aprons behind might have been their own, worn outside for general inspection,

and for Christmas daws to peck at if they chose.

But soon the steeples called good people all, to church and chapel, and away they came,

flocking through the streets in their best clothes, and with their gayest faces.

And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings,

innumerable people, carrying their dinners to the bakers' shops.

The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much, for he stood

with Scrooge beside him in a baker's doorway, and taking off the covers as their bearers

passed, sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch.

And it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for once or twice when there were angry words

between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on

them from it, and their good humour was restored directly.

For they said, it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day.

And so it was!

God love it, so it was!

In time the bells ceased, and the bakers were shut up; and yet there was a genial shadowing

forth of all these dinners and the progress of their cooking, in the thawed blotch of

wet above each baker's oven; where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too.

"Is there a peculiar flavour in what you sprinkle from your torch?" asked Scrooge.

"There is.

My own."

"Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day?" asked Scrooge.

"To any kindly given.

To a poor one most."

"Why to a poor one most?" asked Scrooge.

"Because it needs it most."

"Spirit," said Scrooge, after a moment's thought, "I wonder you, of all the beings

in the many worlds about us, should desire to cramp these people's opportunities of

innocent enjoyment."

"I!" cried the Spirit.

"You would deprive them of their means of dining every seventh day, often the only day

on which they can be said to dine at all," said Scrooge.

"Wouldn't you?"

"I!" cried the Spirit.

"You seek to close these places on the Seventh Day?" said Scrooge.

"And it comes to the same thing."

"I seek!" exclaimed the Spirit.

"Forgive me if I am wrong.

It has been done in your name, or at least in that of your family," said Scrooge.

"There are some upon this earth of yours," returned the Spirit, "who lay claim to know

us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness

in our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never

lived.

Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us."

Scrooge promised that he would; and they went on, invisible, as they had been before, into

the suburbs of the town.

It was a remarkable quality of the Ghost (which Scrooge had observed at the baker's), that

notwithstanding his gigantic size, he could accommodate himself to any place with ease;

and that he stood beneath a low roof quite as gracefully and like a supernatural creature,

as it was possible he could have done in any lofty hall.

And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit had in showing off this power of his, or else

it was his own kind, generous, hearty nature, and his sympathy with all poor men, that led

him straight to Scrooge's clerk's; for there he went, and took Scrooge with him,

holding to his robe; and on the threshold of the door the Spirit smiled, and stopped

to bless Bob Cratchit's dwelling with the sprinkling of his torch.

Think of that!

Bob had but fifteen "Bob" a-week himself; he pocketed on Saturdays but fifteen copies

of his Christian name; and yet the Ghost of Christmas Present blessed his four-roomed

house!

Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown,

but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she laid

the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while

Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the

corners of his monstrous shirt collar (Bob's private property, conferred upon his son and

heir in honour of the day) into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired,

and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable Parks.

And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and girl, came tearing in, screaming that outside the

baker's they had smelt the goose, and known it for their own; and basking in luxurious

thoughts of sage and onion, these young Cratchits danced about the table, and exalted Master

Peter Cratchit to the skies, while he (not proud, although his collars nearly choked

him) blew the fire, until the slow potatoes bubbling up, knocked loudly at the saucepan-lid

to be let out and peeled.

"What has ever got your precious father then?" said Mrs. Cratchit.

"And your brother, Tiny Tim!

And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half-an-hour?"

"Here's Martha, mother!" said a girl, appearing as she spoke.

"Here's Martha, mother!" cried the two young Cratchits.

"Hurrah!

There's such a goose, Martha!"

"Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!" said Mrs. Cratchit, kissing

her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal.

"We'd a deal of work to finish up last night," replied the girl, "and had to

clear away this morning, mother!"

"Well!

Never mind so long as you are come," said Mrs. Cratchit.

"Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless ye!"

"No, no!

There's father coming," cried the two young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once.

"Hide, Martha, hide!"

So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet

of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes

darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder.

Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame!

"Why, where's our Martha?"

cried Bob Cratchit, looking round.

"Not coming," said Mrs. Cratchit.

"Not coming!" said Bob, with a sudden declension in his high spirits; for he had

been Tim's blood horse all the way from church, and had come home rampant.

"Not coming upon Christmas Day!"

Martha didn't like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so she came out prematurely

from behind the closet door, and ran into his arms, while the two young Cratchits hustled

Tiny Tim, and bore him off into the wash-house, that he might hear the pudding singing in

the copper.

"And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on

his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.

"As good as gold," said Bob, "and better.

Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you

ever heard.

He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was

a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame

beggars walk, and blind men see."

Bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that

Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty.

His active little crutch was heard upon the floor, and back came Tiny Tim before another

word was spoken, escorted by his brother and sister to his stool before the fire; and while

Bob, turning up his cuffs—as if, poor fellow, they were capable of being made more shabby—compounded

some hot mixture in a jug with gin and lemons, and stirred it round and round and put it

on the hob to simmer; Master Peter, and the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch

the goose, with which they soon returned in high procession.

Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds; a feathered

phenomenon, to which a black swan was a matter of course—and in truth it was something

very like it in that house.

Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot; Master

Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce;

Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table;

the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and mounting guard

upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose

before their turn came to be helped.

At last the dishes were set on, and grace was said.

It was succeeded by a breathless pause, as Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all along the

carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and when the long

expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board,

and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle

of his knife, and feebly cried Hurrah!

There never was such a goose.

Bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked.

Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration.

Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family;

indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the

dish), they hadn't ate it all at last!

Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits in particular, were steeped in sage

and onion to the eyebrows!

But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the room alone—too

nervous to bear witnesses—to take the pudding up and bring it in.

Suppose it should not be done enough!

Suppose it should break in turning out!

Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard, and stolen it, while

they were merry with the goose—a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid!

All sorts of horrors were supposed.

Hallo!

A great deal of steam!

The pudding was out of the copper.

A smell like a washing-day!

That was the cloth.

A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's

next door to that!

That was the pudding!

In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered—flushed, but smiling proudly—with the pudding, like

a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited

brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top.

Oh, a wonderful pudding!

Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved

by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage.

Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had

her doubts about the quantity of flour.

Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small

pudding for a large family.

It would have been flat heresy to do so.

Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.

At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire

made up.

The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were

put upon the table, and a shovel-full of chestnuts on the fire.

Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, in what Bob Cratchit called a circle,

meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass.

Two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle.

These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets would have done;

and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered

and cracked noisily.

Then Bob proposed: "A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears.

God bless us!"

Which all the family re-echoed.

"God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

He sat very close to his father's side upon his little stool.

Bob held his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to keep

him by his side, and dreaded that he might be taken from him.

"Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, "tell me if Tiny

Tim will live."

"I see a vacant seat," replied the Ghost, "in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch

without an owner, carefully preserved.

If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die."

"No, no," said Scrooge.

"Oh, no, kind Spirit! say he will be spared."

"If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race," returned

the Ghost, "will find him here.

What then?

If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population."

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with

penitence and grief.

"Man," said the Ghost, "if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked

cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is.

Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die?

It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than

millions like this poor man's child.

Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers

in the dust!"

Scrooge bent before the Ghost's rebuke, and trembling cast his eyes upon the ground.

But he raised them speedily, on hearing his own name.

"Mr. Scrooge!" said Bob; "I'll give you Mr. Scrooge, the Founder of the Feast!"

"The Founder of the Feast indeed!" cried Mrs. Cratchit, reddening.

"I wish I had him here.

I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I hope he'd have a good appetite

for it."

"My dear," said Bob, "the children!

Christmas Day."

"It should be Christmas Day, I am sure," said she, "on which one drinks the health

of such an odious, stingy, hard, unfeeling man as Mr. Scrooge.

You know he is, Robert!

Nobody knows it better than you do, poor fellow!"

"My dear," was Bob's mild answer, "Christmas Day."

"I'll drink his health for your sake and the Day's," said Mrs. Cratchit, "not

for his.

Long life to him!

A merry Christmas and a happy new year!

He'll be very merry and very happy, I have no doubt!"

The children drank the toast after her.

It was the first of their proceedings which had no heartiness.

Tiny Tim drank it last of all, but he didn't care twopence for it.

Scrooge was the Ogre of the family.

The mention of his name cast a dark shadow on the party, which was not dispelled for

full five minutes.

After it had passed away, they were ten times merrier than before, from the mere relief

of Scrooge the Baleful being done with.

Bob Cratchit told them how he had a situation in his eye for Master Peter, which would bring

in, if obtained, full five-and-sixpence weekly.

The two young Cratchits laughed tremendously at the idea of Peter's being a man of business;

and Peter himself looked thoughtfully at the fire from between his collars, as if he were

deliberating what particular investments he should favour when he came into the receipt

of that bewildering income.

Martha, who was a poor apprentice at a milliner's, then told them what kind of work she had to

do, and how many hours she worked at a stretch, and how she meant to lie abed to-morrow morning

for a good long rest; to-morrow being a holiday she passed at home.

Also how she had seen a countess and a lord some days before, and how the lord "was

much about as tall as Peter;" at which Peter pulled up his collars so high that you couldn't

have seen his head if you had been there.

All this time the chestnuts and the jug went round and round; and by-and-bye they had a

song, about a lost child travelling in the snow, from Tiny Tim, who had a plaintive little

voice, and sang it very well indeed.

There was nothing of high mark in this.

They were not a handsome family; they were not well dressed; their shoes were far from

being water-proof; their clothes were scanty; and Peter might have known, and very likely

did, the inside of a pawnbroker's.

But, they were happy, grateful, pleased with one another, and contented with the time;

and when they faded, and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the Spirit's

torch at parting, Scrooge had his eye upon them, and especially on Tiny Tim, until the

last.

By this time it was getting dark, and snowing pretty heavily; and as Scrooge and the Spirit

went along the streets, the brightness of the roaring fires in kitchens, parlours, and

all sorts of rooms, was wonderful.

Here, the flickering of the blaze showed preparations for a cosy dinner, with hot plates baking

through and through before the fire, and deep red curtains, ready to be drawn to shut out

cold and darkness.

There all the children of the house were running out into the snow to meet their married sisters,

brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, and be the first to greet them.

Here, again, were shadows on the window-blind of guests assembling; and there a group of

handsome girls, all hooded and fur-booted, and all chattering at once, tripped lightly

off to some near neighbour's house; where, woe upon the single man who saw them enter—artful

witches, well they knew it—in a glow!

But, if you had judged from the numbers of people on their way to friendly gatherings,

you might have thought that no one was at home to give them welcome when they got there,

instead of every house expecting company, and piling up its fires half-chimney high.

Blessings on it, how the Ghost exulted!

How it bared its breadth of breast, and opened its capacious palm, and floated on, outpouring,

with a generous hand, its bright and harmless mirth on everything within its reach!

The very lamplighter, who ran on before, dotting the dusky street with specks of light, and

who was dressed to spend the evening somewhere, laughed out loudly as the Spirit passed, though

little kenned the lamplighter that he had any company but Christmas!

And now, without a word of warning from the Ghost, they stood upon a bleak and desert

moor, where monstrous masses of rude stone were cast about, as though it were the burial-place

of giants; and water spread itself wheresoever it listed, or would have done so, but for

the frost that held it prisoner; and nothing grew but moss and furze, and coarse rank grass.

Down in the west the setting sun had left a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the

desolation for an instant, like a sullen eye, and frowning lower, lower, lower yet, was

lost in the thick gloom of darkest night.

"What place is this?" asked Scrooge.

"A place where Miners live, who labour in the bowels of the earth," returned the Spirit.

"But they know me.

See!"

A light shone from the window of a hut, and swiftly they advanced towards it.

Passing through the wall of mud and stone, they found a cheerful company assembled round

a glowing fire.

An old, old man and woman, with their children and their children's children, and another

generation beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire.

The old man, in a voice that seldom rose above the howling of the wind upon the barren waste,

was singing them a Christmas song—it had been a very old song when he was a boy—and

from time to time they all joined in the chorus.

So surely as they raised their voices, the old man got quite blithe and loud; and so

surely as they stopped, his vigour sank again.

The Spirit did not tarry here, but bade Scrooge hold his robe, and passing on above the moor,

sped—whither?

Not to sea?

To sea.

To Scrooge's horror, looking back, he saw the last of the land, a frightful range of

rocks, behind them; and his ears were deafened by the thundering of water, as it rolled and

roared, and raged among the dreadful caverns it had worn, and fiercely tried to undermine

the earth.

Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some league or so from shore, on which the

waters chafed and dashed, the wild year through, there stood a solitary lighthouse.

Great heaps of sea-weed clung to its base, and storm-birds—born of the wind one might

suppose, as sea-weed of the water—rose and fell about it, like the waves they skimmed.

But even here, two men who watched the light had made a fire, that through the loophole

in the thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness on the awful sea.

Joining their horny hands over the rough table at which they sat, they wished each other

Merry Christmas in their can of grog; and one of them: the elder, too, with his face

all damaged and scarred with hard weather, as the figure-head of an old ship might be:

struck up a sturdy song that was like a Gale in itself.

Again the Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea—on, on—until, being far away,

as he told Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship.

They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel, the look-out in the bow, the officers who

had the watch; dark, ghostly figures in their several stations; but every man among them

hummed a Christmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke below his breath to his

companion of some bygone Christmas Day, with homeward hopes belonging to it.

And every man on board, waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a kinder word for another

on that day than on any day in the year; and had shared to some extent in its festivities;

and had remembered those he cared for at a distance, and had known that they delighted

to remember him.

It was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to the moaning of the wind, and

thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknown

abyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as Death: it was a great surprise to Scrooge,

while thus engaged, to hear a hearty laugh.

It was a much greater surprise to Scrooge to recognise it as his own nephew's and

to find himself in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the Spirit standing smiling by

his side, and looking at that same nephew with approving affability!

"Ha, ha!" laughed Scrooge's nephew.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

If you should happen, by any unlikely chance, to know a man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge's

nephew, all I can say is, I should like to know him too.

Introduce him to me, and I'll cultivate his acquaintance.

It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in

disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter

and good-humour.

When Scrooge's nephew laughed in this way: holding his sides, rolling his head, and twisting

his face into the most extravagant contortions: Scrooge's niece, by marriage, laughed as

heartily as he.

And their assembled friends being not a bit behindhand, roared out lustily.

"Ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

"He said that Christmas was a humbug, as I live!" cried Scrooge's nephew.

"He believed it too!"

"More shame for him, Fred!" said Scrooge's niece, indignantly.

Bless those women; they never do anything by halves.

They are always in earnest.

She was very pretty: exceedingly pretty.

With a dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made

to be kissed—as no doubt it was; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted

into one another when she laughed; and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any

little creature's head.

Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, you know; but satisfactory, too.

Oh, perfectly satisfactory.

"He's a comical old fellow," said Scrooge's nephew, "that's the truth: and not so

pleasant as he might be.

However, his offences carry their own punishment, and I have nothing to say against him."

"I'm sure he is very rich, Fred," hinted Scrooge's niece.

"At least you always tell me so."

"What of that, my dear!" said Scrooge's nephew.

"His wealth is of no use to him.

He don't do any good with it.

He don't make himself comfortable with it.

He hasn't the satisfaction of thinking—ha, ha, ha!—that he is ever going to benefit

US with it."

"I have no patience with him," observed Scrooge's niece.

Scrooge's niece's sisters, and all the other ladies, expressed the same opinion.

"Oh, I have!" said Scrooge's nephew.

"I am sorry for him; I couldn't be angry with him if I tried.

Who suffers by his ill whims!

Himself, always.

Here, he takes it into his head to dislike us, and he won't come and dine with us.

What's the consequence?

He don't lose much of a dinner."

"Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner," interrupted Scrooge's niece.

Everybody else said the same, and they must be allowed to have been competent judges,

because they had just had dinner; and, with the dessert upon the table, were clustered

round the fire, by lamplight.

"Well!

I'm very glad to hear it," said Scrooge's nephew, "because I haven't great faith

in these young housekeepers.

What do you say, Topper?"

Topper had clearly got his eye upon one of Scrooge's niece's sisters, for he answered

that a bachelor was a wretched outcast, who had no right to express an opinion on the

subject.

Whereat Scrooge's niece's sister—the plump one with the lace tucker: not the one

with the roses—blushed.

"Do go on, Fred," said Scrooge's niece, clapping her hands.

"He never finishes what he begins to say!

He is such a ridiculous fellow!"

Scrooge's nephew revelled in another laugh, and as it was impossible to keep the infection

off; though the plump sister tried hard to do it with aromatic vinegar; his example was

unanimously followed.

"I was only going to say," said Scrooge's nephew, "that the consequence of his taking

a dislike to us, and not making merry with us, is, as I think, that he loses some pleasant

moments, which could do him no harm.

I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts, either in

his mouldy old office, or his dusty chambers.

I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not, for I pity him.

He may rail at Christmas till he dies, but he can't help thinking better of it—I

defy him—if he finds me going there, in good temper, year after year, and saying Uncle

Scrooge, how are you?

If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds, that's something;

and I think I shook him yesterday."

It was their turn to laugh now at the notion of his shaking Scrooge.

But being thoroughly good-natured, and not much caring what they laughed at, so that

they laughed at any rate, he encouraged them in their merriment, and passed the bottle

joyously.

After tea, they had some music.

For they were a musical family, and knew what they were about, when they sung a Glee or

Catch, I can assure you: especially Topper, who could growl away in the bass like a good

one, and never swell the large veins in his forehead, or get red in the face over it.

Scrooge's niece played well upon the harp; and played among other tunes a simple little

air (a mere nothing: you might learn to whistle it in two minutes), which had been familiar

to the child who fetched Scrooge from the boarding-school, as he had been reminded by

the Ghost of Christmas Past.

When this strain of music sounded, all the things that Ghost had shown him, came upon

his mind; he softened more and more; and thought that if he could have listened to it often,

years ago, he might have cultivated the kindnesses of life for his own happiness with his own

hands, without resorting to the sexton's spade that buried Jacob Marley.

But they didn't devote the whole evening to music.

After a while they played at forfeits; for it is good to be children sometimes, and never

better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.

Stop!

There was first a game at blind-man's buff.

Of course there was.

And I no more believe Topper was really blind than I believe he had eyes in his boots.

My opinion is, that it was a done thing between him and Scrooge's nephew; and that the Ghost

of Christmas Present knew it.

The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker, was an outrage on the credulity

of human nature.

Knocking down the fire-irons, tumbling over the chairs, bumping against the piano, smothering

himself among the curtains, wherever she went, there went he!

He always knew where the plump sister was.

He wouldn't catch anybody else.

If you had fallen up against him (as some of them did), on purpose, he would have made

a feint of endeavouring to seize you, which would have been an affront to your understanding,

and would instantly have sidled off in the direction of the plump sister.

She often cried out that it wasn't fair; and it really was not.

But when at last, he caught her; when, in spite of all her silken rustlings, and her

rapid flutterings past him, he got her into a corner whence there was no escape; then

his conduct was the most execrable.

For his pretending not to know her; his pretending that it was necessary to touch her head-dress,

and further to assure himself of her identity by pressing a certain ring upon her finger,

and a certain chain about her neck; was vile, monstrous!

No doubt she told him her opinion of it, when, another blind-man being in office, they were

so very confidential together, behind the curtains.

Scrooge's niece was not one of the blind-man's buff party, but was made comfortable with

a large chair and a footstool, in a snug corner, where the Ghost and Scrooge were close behind

her.

But she joined in the forfeits, and loved her love to admiration with all the letters

of the alphabet.

Likewise at the game of How, When, and Where, she was very great, and to the secret joy

of Scrooge's nephew, beat her sisters hollow: though they were sharp girls too, as Topper

could have told you.

There might have been twenty people there, young and old, but they all played, and so

did Scrooge; for wholly forgetting in the interest he had in what was going on, that

his voice made no sound in their ears, he sometimes came out with his guess quite loud,

and very often guessed quite right, too; for the sharpest needle, best Whitechapel, warranted

not to cut in the eye, was not sharper than Scrooge; blunt as he took it in his head to

be.

The Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this mood, and looked upon him with such

favour, that he begged like a boy to be allowed to stay until the guests departed.

But this the Spirit said could not be done.

"Here is a new game," said Scrooge.

"One half hour, Spirit, only one!"

It was a Game called Yes and No, where Scrooge's nephew had to think of something, and the

rest must find out what; he only answering to their questions yes or no, as the case

was.

The brisk fire of questioning to which he was exposed, elicited from him that he was

thinking of an animal, a live animal, rather a disagreeable animal, a savage animal, an

animal that growled and grunted sometimes, and talked sometimes, and lived in London,

and walked about the streets, and wasn't made a show of, and wasn't led by anybody,

and didn't live in a menagerie, and was never killed in a market, and was not a horse,

or an ass, or a cow, or a bull, or a tiger, or a dog, or a pig, or a cat, or a bear.

At every fresh question that was put to him, this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laughter;

and was so inexpressibly tickled, that he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp.

At last the plump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out:

"I have found it out!

I know what it is, Fred!

I know what it is!"

"What is it?" cried Fred.

"It's your Uncle Scro-o-o-o-oge!"

Which it certainly was.

Admiration was the universal sentiment, though some objected that the reply to "Is it a

bear?"

ought to have been "Yes;" inasmuch as an answer in the negative was sufficient to

have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Scrooge, supposing they had ever had any tendency that

way.

"He has given us plenty of merriment, I am sure," said Fred, "and it would be

ungrateful not to drink his health.

Here is a glass of mulled wine ready to our hand at the moment; and I say, 'Uncle Scrooge!'

" "Well!

Uncle Scrooge!" they cried.

"A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to the old man, whatever he is!" said Scrooge's

nephew.

"He wouldn't take it from me, but may he have it, nevertheless.

Uncle Scrooge!"

Uncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay and light of heart, that he would have

pledged the unconscious company in return, and thanked them in an inaudible speech, if

the Ghost had given him time.

But the whole scene passed off in the breath of the last word spoken by his nephew; and

he and the Spirit were again upon their travels.

Much they saw, and far they went, and many homes they visited, but always with a happy

end.

The Spirit stood beside sick beds, and they were cheerful; on foreign lands, and they

were close at home; by struggling men, and they were patient in their greater hope; by

poverty, and it was rich.

In almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery's every refuge, where vain man in his little

brief authority had not made fast the door, and barred the Spirit out, he left his blessing,

and taught Scrooge his precepts.

It was a long night, if it were only a night; but Scrooge had his doubts of this, because

the Christmas Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together.

It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew

older, clearly older.

Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a children's

Twelfth Night party, when, looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place,

he noticed that its hair was grey.

"Are spirits' lives so short?" asked Scrooge.

"My life upon this globe, is very brief," replied the Ghost.

"It ends to-night."

"To-night!" cried Scrooge.

"To-night at midnight.

Hark!

The time is drawing near."

The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment.

"Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask," said Scrooge, looking intently at

the Spirit's robe, "but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding

from your skirts.

Is it a foot or a claw?"

"It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it," was the Spirit's sorrowful

reply.

"Look here."

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful,

hideous, miserable.

They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

"Oh, Man! look here.

Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl.

Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility.

Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest

tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and

pulled them into shreds.

Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing.

No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries

of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Ignorance and Want

Scrooge started back, appalled.

Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words

choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

"Spirit! are they yours?"

Scrooge could say no more.

"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them.

"And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers.

This boy is Ignorance.

This girl is Want.

Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his

brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.

Deny it!"

cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city.

"Slander those who tell it ye!

Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse.

And bide the end!"

"Have they no refuge or resource?"

cried Scrooge.

"Are there no prisons?" said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his

own words.

"Are there no workhouses?"

The bell struck twelve.

Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not.

As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting

up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the

ground, towards him.

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