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In the podcast this week... We look at the backgrounds/wallpapers of ElementaryOS and Antergos, two of the traditionally "pretty" distros.If you want to follow along, here are links to Picasa albums.ElementaryOS BackgroundsAntergos WallpapersOr you can view them as a slideshow. But that requires the garbage that is Flash. We don't like Flash. Download the episode here. Support us on Patreon (pretty please).Listen and Subscribe...  we're @thirdworldlinux and @chFourteen on twitterwe're also on Google+but if you're oldschool, email uscontact@channelfourteen.com linux@channelfourteen.com --- 

TweetThe 2014 KOTESOL-KAFLE International Conference October 4-5, 2014COEX Seoul Photo AlbumConference ConversationsAhmar Mahboob Scott Thornbury David Hayes Angel Lin and Heesun iTDi Panel Members of the IATEFL Young Learners SIG  KELTChat Panel Joe Dale SIT Graduate Institute Panel Teri Rose Dominica Gannaban Roh #kotesol2014 Walkabout

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Hosted by Eric McClintock, Danton Berube, Brendan Farmer, Mark Stewart, and special guests John Venema, Holger Sandmann, and Bill Womack. Listen Here: Download Here We talk with John, Holger, and Bill about FTX and the Pacific Northwest The A2A Simulations Piper Cub and Orbx's FTX NA Blue make the ultimate companions! Listen to the first part of the show for an entire interview with John Venema and Holger Sandmann of Orbx Simulation Systems, creators of FTX AU and the much awaited Pacific Northwest (PNW) scenery. We also talk with Bill Womack about the Pacific Northwest region too! If you're following this project at all, you're not going to want to miss this episode. Listen to this week's show for several surprises! Also, Eric wanted to share just a few of his screen shots from the PNW region using FTX NA Blue, check our gallery here. Of course a huge thanks to Orbx for letting us bring this content for you.   "Around The World" Repaint Contest Winners Over the past few weeks Aerosoft was nice enough to lend us their user base and offer a free download to anyone who did a repaint of the Carenado Mooney M-20J for the upcoming "Around The World" flight. (Check out our PBY Catalina or Discus Glider X Reviews if you need some ideas for your free download!). The grand winner got an additional two downloads (Three Total) and three runner ups got one additional download (Two total). And here are the results!! First Place (3 Downloads) - Kurocl Eric's Pick (2 Downloads) - RedEye Brendan's Pick (2 Downloads) - FourtyFreak Mark's Pick (2 Downloads) - Guenseli All winners should be contacted shortly. Here is the original thread! And here are all of the entries, good work everyone! First Place: RedEye (Runner Up): FourtyFreak (Runner Up): Guenter (Runner Up): Other Entries: Want More AU Burger Flying? Well, we are extending the usual $100 Hamburger updates since it took longer than usual to get the last one up. But Steve has also published a second flight which you can download here to hold you over! Thanks Steve! Recommendations Danton: FSXMark07 & Fraps 2.9. Set Up of FSBreaks's FSXMark07 Challenge! Download: Fraps 2.9 Download: FSXMark07 1) Download and install FRAPS 2.9. 2) Configure FRAPS FPS options as follows: A) Disable Overlay Display Hotkey B) Set Benchmarking Hotkey to P C) Leave "Only Update Once a Second" off D) Set benchmark to automatically stop after 300 seconds E) Check box to save "MinMaxAvg" statistics 3) Download FSXMark07.zip and unzip the contents into your "Documents/Flight Simulator X Files" folder 4) Under Settings in FSX, customize the Graphics settings to: A) Target Frame Rate: Unlimited (far right) B) Full Screen Resolution: to 1280 x (800 or 768 or 720, depending on your screen proportions) x 32 C) Advanced Animations: ON D) Light Bloom: OFF E) Preview DirectX 10: OFF F) Lens Flare: ON G) Global texture resolution: High I) Anti-Aliasing: ON J) Filtering: Anisotropic 5) Click OK and at main Settings window, set Aircraft, Scenery, Weather, and Traffic all to Medium High 6) Load FSX and select Free Flight 7) Click "Load", select FSXMark07 in the saved flights, and click "Fly Now" 8) When the game is ready, it will be paused. Hit "P" which will unpause the autopilot flight and start the benchmarking at the same time. Let the autopilot fly the plane! 9) After 5 minutes, the yellow FRAPS frame counter will reappear to show benchmarking is complete 10) Right click the FRAPS icon in your system tray to see your benchmarks 11) Post a screenshot of the results! Brendan: http://www.protu-154.com/index_e.html Project Tupolev Tu-154M Eric: Two Picks First: FSX.cfg modification to make autogen easier to handle (Credit: John from Orbx): This simple tweak will limit the number of autogen trees being displayed whilst still allowing you to have a high autogen slider setting. Add the following two lines to your [TERRAIN] section in your fsx.cfg file: [TERRAIN] TERRAIN_MAX_AUTOGEN_TREES_PER_CELL=1000 TERRAIN_MAX_AUTOGEN_BUILDINGS_PER_CELL=1000 Second Pick: http://ninite.com - Eaisly Load Programs to Your new or Rebuilt computer E-Mails & Voice Mails Voice Mail about "Yugo" GPU's from Ben Supnik Thanks for the voice mail - Check out that page here! Microsoft ESP Are you aware the Microsoft is selling an advanced flightsimulator called Microsoft ESP? See: http://www.microsoft.com/esp/default.htm There is also an article about it in the Jan/Feb 2009 issue of "Airliners." I will scan and forward you this article for your review. Perhaps this is something that FS Break listeners may be interested in? All the best and keep up the great work! Russ Tillman   Thanks for the tip Russ - We did know about ESP, however ESP was also canned with ACES. From their website: Microsoft has ceased further development of Microsoft® ESP™, but ESP remains available to customers and partners.  Microsoft is currently exploring 3rd party licensing options for the future of ESP and will announce details at the appropriate time. Also, does anyone know how ESP was different from FSX other than the name change?

週刊「ヨルダンの風景」の第2回です。今回は前回に引き続き、中東を代表する遺跡群ペトラの2回目をお伝えします。ペトラは「エル・ハズネ」より先は様々にコースに道が分岐します。そこで今回は、オーソドックスなコース選択ではここをゴールに設定する人が一番多いと思われる「エド・ディル」までを紹介したいと思います。入場ゲートから大人の男性の足でも片道3時間はかかると思います。また後半は山を登っていくコースとなります。まず、景色をみていただく前にペトラで出会える動物たちです。観光用にラクダがたくさんいます。雄大な遺跡の中をラクダに乗って観光するのもまた一興です。そして、山登りの時の強い見方がロバ。後半約1時間の徒歩での山登りが無理という方にはロバに乗っていかれることをお勧めします。文句も言わずに黙々と山道を登ってくれます。余談ですがアラビア語でロバは「ヒマール」と言い、よく「のろま」とか「馬鹿者」のような意味の悪口として使われます。「こんなに利口で働き者のロバに対してなんて失礼な！」といつも聞くたびに思ってしまいます。（写真1～2枚目）。「エル・ハズネ」をこえて左右に遺跡群を見ながらしばらく進むと急に道が開け、たくさんの巨大な遺跡が姿を現します。が、ここでの注目はなんと言っても「劇場」。同じような形状のものはアンマンやジェラシュ遺跡でみることはできますが、ペトラの方はその自然と朽ちた感じがとても良いです。この劇場は作られた後に席の増設工事をして、最終的には1万人以上が収容できる大きさになったようです（写真3～9枚目）。レストランを越えると、いよいよここからは山登りです。たくさん歩くのに自信のない方は、レストラン周辺にたくさん客引きがいますのでここからロバに乗っていくと良いでしょう。ただし、ロバは崖のぎりぎりのところを歩くので高所恐怖症の方は怖い思いをされるかもしれません。またここからはしばらく飲み物が手に入りませんので特に暑いときは事前に持って行くことをお勧めします（写真15～17枚目）。山登りが終わるとついに「エド・ディル」がその姿を現します。大きさとしては「エル・ハズネ」を上回り、繊細さでは負けるけれど質実剛健な姿に「エル・ハズネ」より好きだという人も多い「エド・ディル」です。一般の観光客は禁止されていますが、たまに地元の人が屋根のてっぺんに登って楽器を演奏しています。運が良ければきっと出会えることでしょう（写真18～20枚目）。

今週から始まる週刊「ヨルダンの風景」です。このコーナーでは毎週「ヨルダンといえばココ！！」という有名なスポットから、旅行では滅多に行かないような場所までヨルダンの様々な風景を20枚前後の写真で紹介したいと思います。記念すべき第1回は、やはりここは外せない中東を代表する遺跡群ペトラです。「インディジョーンズ 最後の聖戦」で一躍有名になった建造物「エル・ハズネ」は、実は広大な遺跡群であるペトラのほんの一部でしかないのです。まさに遺跡テーマパークと言っても過言でないほどの様々な形状の遺跡を有するペトラ。とても一日で回ることはできず、3日間チケットが用意されているほどです。今回は入口から最初のハイライトである「エル・ハズネ」までの約30～40分の道のりをスライドショーでご覧いただきたいと思います。入口からほどなくしてみえるのは「オベリスクの墓」と呼ばれる建造物。最初はこれだけでも圧倒されることと思いますが、皆さんを待ち受けているのはこんな程度ではありません（写真1～3枚目）。次に「シーク」と呼ばれる岩の裂け目に出来た道に入っていきます。道の両側をみると上水路を跡をみることができます。この地に文明が栄えた時代、ここには既に水はなく、非常に高度な技術により遠く数十kmから水を引いてきていたそうです（写真4～8枚目）。また、このシークの中にも古代人が残した遺跡がたくさん隠れています。それを探しながら歩くのもまた楽しいことでしょう。皆さんはいくつ見つけることができるでしょうか（写真9～12枚目）。今まで遮られていた太陽の光が眩しく輝いたかと思うとその先には、ついに「エル・ハズネ」が姿を現します。全長43m、全幅30mのその大きさは、あのガンダムを遥かに凌駕します（写真13～17枚目）。滅多に人が訪れることはありませんが「エル・ハズネ」は上から見下ろすこともできます。あの大きな「エル・ハズネ」をさらに倍以上の高さから見下ろす風景は圧巻。ペトラにお越しの際は行ってみてほしいのですが、このコースは危険のないよう、道を熟知した人や地元ガイドと共に行かれることをお勧めします（写真18～20枚目）。

The Fight of Her LifeBy Sean CooleyEssex Reporter StaffPeggy Mattes could have fallen apart back in 1995 when her 12-year-old daughter Caitlin was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a rare cancer found mostly in children that attacks the nervous system. Caitlin’s cancer had advanced to stage four and she was given less than six months to live with a 95% mortality rate.Peggy could have fallen apart after nine chemotherapy treatments and two stem cell transplants over the next year and a half couldn’t send Caitlin’s cancer into remission.Peggy could have also fallen apart when Caitlin eventually lost her battle with cancer on Dec. 20, 1996 with a funeral on Christmas Eve.“When she died, I just lost it and didn’t know what to do, I had difficulty even getting up in the morning or taking a breath because I felt like my heart was going to break,” Peggy said.But 12 years later on June 20th,Caitlin’s birthday, Peggy wasn’t mourning another year not seeing both of her daughters growing up. She was instead celebrating Caitlin’s life, walking in the Relay for Life in Essex Junction and speaking to thousands during the opening ceremony to share her memory.Peggy makes sure no one forgets the friendly and energetic 13-year-old girl who aspired to be a lawyer and one day live in Montana amongst her horses and dogs and is now the shining symbol for the Mattes relay team Caitlin’s Crew. The team including Peggy, Caitlin’s father Keith and sister Kristin, has walked each year since Caitlin’s death with members competing to fundraise, raising $33,254.00 for the 2008 relay.“When she died, I just lost it and didn’t know what to do, I had difficulty even getting up in the morning or taking a breath because I felt like my heart was going to break,” Peggy Mattes.As this year’s relay coincides with Caitlin’s 25th birthday, it’s a time for the Mattes family to reflect, laugh, cry and move through another stage in the healing process. The event is another opportunity to continue Caitlin’s fight by promoting cancer awareness and challenging others to give to the cause.Peggy is now a co-chair for the American Cancer Society educational committee and makes it her mission to keep the rest of us informed of the simple ways we can help others – by donating blood or bone marrow, volunteering for events like the Relay for Life – and help ourselves – by quitting smoking, getting routine checkups.After being diagnosed Caitlin sought two promises from her mother – to never leave her alone and not to cry. While Peggy can’t help but tear up when traveling back to the days she lost her daughter, the Mattes family still holds to that second promise, never leaving Caitlin out of their thoughts and hearts.“I know that she’s there,” said Kristin Mattes, 23, of her sister Caitlin. “Whenever I’m scared or I don’t know what to do, I think about the pain that she went through and how much she did and its just amazing.”On Friday the Mattes’s once again set up camp alongside a community that knows all-too-well the heartbreak that cancer brings. Campsites are lined with thousands of luminaries, each representing a story just like Caitlin’s, another unextinguished glimmer of hope.

A collection of photos from a lazy Sunday on the beach. Or, when spring happened.Read the original post in all its glory.

Shwia bi shwia—the progression of life here in Morocco. It seems that some days have their ups and others have their downs. I have had a couple down days recently, but the days are trending up. The dar (house) is a reflection of my roots here in Morocco. It was the same back in the States. When my room was a mess, or I lacked clean clothes or food to eat, my days tended to be tougher. When I return home, I need a safe place, a retreat—a fortress of solitude. And for awhile, I did not have too much of a fortress, and I lacked the appreciation of solitude. Upon entering my dar, you might notice that there is not much too it. At first, it came completely unfurnished, aside from a gray table and two crate-like supports for a mattress. These were the tough days. But I did have running water, and it became hot when I needed to take a shower, that is, if I succeeded in not blowing myself up first, trying to light the heater. Yet gradually, the furnishing process has come along. I have had the good fortune of having a tutor, Lala Assia, who has helped me acquire three Moroccan couches and a cabinet for my stove. I also have acquired a mattress, a refrigerator, and an assortment of kitchenware and other necessary knick-knacks. And this past Monday, with the added expertise of my friend Stephanie in the kitchen, I was able to host my first dinner party—a lot of good food and fantastic company. And although we basically planned it at the last moment, dinner went off without a hitch. Although, there was plenty of opportunity for mishap, including the uncertainty of the stove and butagaz connection, which I completed. And while purchasing the meat for the Ragu we were making, I almost bought one kilo of horse meat, before the gentleman I was ordering from kindly pointed to the large painted horse on the sign above his shop, and the unmistakable French word: “cheval.” I still wonder what horse meat would have tasted like. This past Wednesday night, with the recipes from a cookbook my grandmother and grandfather provided me, I made the best tomato bisque I have ever had in my life. I am basically cooking every meal now, which is really cheap since vegetables are so inexpensive here. And little by little—the dar is coming together. I am securing and furnishing my fortress, as well as establishing a sense of peace that comes with solitude.  And getting work done, of course. A Much Appreciated Package After recounting to my mother one afternoon on the struggles of acquiring cheap, yet comfortable sheets and towels here in Morocco, I receive a care package in the mail containing an assortment of sheets and towels for my dar. I pick up the package and immediately return home, lugging the bulky brown broken box into my bedroom, ripping ravenously at the tape. Although of the ordinary, the contents surprise me. I am not expecting a load of sheets, and the thought of my family sending me sheets from America makes me laugh. One of the hidden gems in the package—something that my family failed to claim in customs—is the smell that accompanies the linens. When I open the box, I have the impression that I have just released something magical into the air. Something—a smell, a fragrance—that is not immediately distinguishable, but conjures memories in my mind. I feel the toxins of home and I am already infected. I quickly grab the big white blanket that my mother has enclosed, and shove my face into it, almost suffocating in the odor. Through the fabric softener and the detergent I catch a glimpse of it all. My grandmother toiling over the laundry. The sun refracting through the bay windows in the kitchen. The neatly pressed sheets and towels on tables and chairs. It is all there before me as I push my face even deeper into the blanket, feeling the stitching imprint the tattoo of an afternoon nap on my cheeks. I breathe in deeper, taking in the air from home. I suspend time. I am home again. Then I need to exhale, having expanded my Morocco ravaged lungs to their capacity. I let the air out. Exhaling slowly. And I am back in Morocco. I take the usual extra care that I have acquired making beds for a month at Fort Knox two summers ago. Carefully piling each sheet, folding the corners into each other, I tightly mold the fabric to the bed. Sometimes I succeed at performing this task so well that my feet fall asleep near base of the bed where the folds are the tightest. When I finish, I look at the bed. The neatly folded sheets overlapping each other and bound tightly.  One of the more perfect jobs I have completed in awhile, I think. I have plied all I that I have into this bed, hiding the mysteriously uncomfortable Moroccan mattress.  But it still feels incomplete. I am missing a critical step. I take another deep breath, and look at the bed. Then I realize—there is one more step—but this step was never mine. Blythe, having been in a relationship with me for a year, undoubtedly had seen me complete this chore countless times, always humorously watching me enamored in my task. And always, after I had completed the makings of a perfect bed, she would look at the bed, look at me—then like a little kid amassing the force and velocity to complete the perfect cannonball, she would spryly launch her attack on my masterpiece, catapulting herself into the folds of the bed, releasing the tension that the sheets held, messing the pillows, and perfecting the perfection. I look at the bed, close my eyes, and dive in. It is imperfect, but I am happy. And for the first night in Morocco, I sleep soundly until the call to prayer, content and reminded of friends, family, and home. Read the original post in all its glory.

I haven't posted in awhile, but certainly not due to lack of content. Fez has been an amazing experience, and I am almost sorry to say that I will be leaving soon for Rabat, where I will begin what I have deemed "Stage Two" of my adventure here in Morocco. A Quick Update Stephanie, Jess, and I didn’t make it to Aroobiya, unfortunately. We had a number of complications regarding transportation, and a lot of the routes were shut down for Eid. We ended up going to Rabat, where we spent most of the post-Ramadan vacation. Check out the pictures. I am in the process of looking for a guitar so I can jam out. So far it's been a challenge. You could probably purchase anything you have ever dreamed about in the Fez Medina, but you just have to know where to look and whom to ask. In the case of guitars, oddly enough, it seems as though you can go to just about any seller of carpets or trinkets, and they are bound to have a few in the back. I have come across two varieties: Moroccan and Spanish. But still nothing that can hold a tune. So I'll take my search to Rabat, where apparently I will have better luck. The Scranton Connection Fez has taught me many lessons about my limited experience of Moroccan culture and the eerie Truman Show-esque aspect of life in Morocco. It never ceases to amaze me how many different people I meet, and how we always have something strangely in common. On a tour of the medina early into my stay here I happened upon a carpet shop where artisans were crafting an assortment of fabrics. I had just arrived with a group of Fulbrighters, when I started making small chat with another gentleman in the shop. He was in the process of taking a study-abroad group through the Medina, and he asked what the composition of our group entailed. I responded that we were mostly composed of Fulbrighters, and others learning Arabic in Fez. Here's a summation of our conversation: Tour guide: I was a Fulbrighter too! Chris: Oh really. That’s pretty crazy. But this coincidence doesn't really phase me. And at this point too, I think maybe this seemingly harmless tour guide might be one of Fez's notorious faux guides, who have concocted their own elaborate back-stories to lure tourists or wayward travelers into some commissionable service. Tour guide: Yeah, but I had my Fulbright in the United States. Chris: Great! Where was it? This is where the really store can come out. The chance to find the wrinkle in a false background. Tour guide: Believe it or not… Of all places, Scranton! Chris: … I quickly glance over myself, looking for some revealing piece of evidence. The shirt I am wearing maybe… No. Maybe a bag tag… None. And so with a apprehensive grin, I continue. Haha. Really. That's unbelievable! I just graduated from Scranton. The University of Scranton. I took Arabic there as well. Tour guide: Yeah, I taught Arabic there! And it turns out, he was not lying. My friend, in fact, had a Fulbright grant to the States, where he taught Arabic at The University of Scranton. I just wasn't studying Arabic at the time. It's funny how no matter where I go, or who I meet, every day, there are constant reminders of home and of Scranton. The Office is probably the biggest culprit. I have resorted to purchasing a season's pass on iTunes, and downloading a new episode every week. For the season premier, I even arranged to have a Skype session with my friend Kristen, who is currently working for FEMA in the Midwest. But something about a state of emergency kept her from joining the session at 1 o'clock in the morning, Moroccan time. But The Office has kept me in touch with a lot of friends, both here and back in the States. And I have definitely made use of the ol' "That's what she said!" on a number of occasions. Too many. Stephanie, to me via text, after I missed her puttanesca, a spicy Italian pasta staple:Wow my puttanesca kicked ass. Spicy enough to make your lips tingle and so savory you'd beg for more. … Need I say more. The election has also been a favorite topic of discussion. I was quick to inform everyone here on the importance of Scranton in this election cycle, especially it's key to winning the Keystone State. Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden are also natives of Scranton. I can't believe you didn't know this! Read the original post in all its glory.

I took a trip to the Merenid tombs this afternoon with a group of friends.  Walking from Bab Boujeloud, we followed the perimeter wall of the Medina Kadima, and eventally summited a hill on the outskirts of the city.  The view from this vantage point is amazing, and I could see most of the Medina Kadima.Take a look at what I saw.Read the original post in all its glory.

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