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A demographic crisis looms over Maine, the oldest and whitest state in the U.S. with one of the country’s lowest birth rates.

Employers are already feeling the effects on Maine’s workforce as they struggle to fill positions with “old Mainers” — long-time residents in a state where many take pride in their deep family roots, especially along the shores of Washington County.

Here in the rugged, eastern edges of the U.S., dotted with evergreens and wood-shingled houses, many make a living from the waters of Down East Maine, including Annie Sokoloski, an office manager in Steuben, Maine, for Lobster Trap, a wholesale lobster dealer. Working in seafood goes back generations in her family.

“My grandmother forced me to go into the fish factory and pack sardines,” says Sokoloski, who recalls working as a sardine packer while on break from school. “She told me anytime that I thought about not having an education I needed to remember that day.”

These days, Sokoloski says she still remembers other lessons: “You need to get away from here to make anything for yourself” she remembers her grandparents telling her when she was growing up.

Maine’s Immigrants Boost Workforce Of Whitest, Oldest State In U.S.

Photos: Hansi Lo Wang/NPR

IRAQ. Nineveh governorate. Gogjali. November 3, 2016. An Iraqi special forces soldier puts up a helmet as a decoy as a sniper gets ready to fire on ISIS positions on the eastern edges of Mosul.

Photograph: Marko Drobnjakovic/AP

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Ravens at Natural Bridge (Bryce Canyon National Park) by Mark Stevens
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These two ravens were curious explorers of the people in the parking area. I’d read in many places how one had to be ever watchful as ravens are known for their “trickster” like behavior. These two did not disappoint as they wandered around…

The Map

The summer before he leaves Hawkins for college, Mike spends hours drawing up a detailed map of the town, marking a tiny x on each of the spots that have a special meaning for he and El—somewhere in the middle of Mirkwood, where they first met on a rainy November night; the movie theatre, where they went on their first date to see Back to the Future; the lake, where he asked her to be his girlfriend; the quarry, where he first whispered a tentative I love you into her ear before kissing her as the sun set. 

On a warm morning in late June, Mike takes an early drive out to the Hopper-Byers’s place and slides the map in through the mail slot. It’s just after dawn so he doesn’t ring the bell—he knows Hopper will find the map soon enough, as soon as he wakes up to make coffee and breakfast for the family. He knows it’ll be in El’s hands as soon as she wakes up. 

Sure enough, an hour later, El pulls the map from an envelope addressed to her in a messy scrawl she immediately recognizes. El beams, brimming with happiness, as her eyes travel across the map and take in all the little markings. She knows, immediately, what each is meant to signify. 

Except for one. 

Right by the edge of the map is another small x, this one with a question mark next to it. It’s a spot that she can’t quite remember having any significance to her and Mike, a spot where Hawkins turns in to open road leading to the next town. When El calls the Wheeler’s house to ask Mike about it, she’s only slightly surprised to find that he’s not home. She asks Jim—dad, these days—if she can borrow his truck just for a little while. 

David Bowie on the radio, El drives with the window down until she reaches the very eastern edge of Hawkins and sees Mike’s car—an ‘87 Chevy in dark blue, pulled over on the side of the road. Mike’s sitting on the hood of the car, stretched out so that his back is resting against the windshield. El parks behind his car and jumps out, her stomach fluttering with what feels like hundreds of tiny butterflies.

Mike waves as she approaches and shifts his body so that she can join him on the hood, which she does without a word, resting her head against his shoulder.

“You got the map,” he says with a grin and El laughs, nodding.

“What’s this all about?” she asks, her hand coming up to play with the piece of hair that was constantly sticking up at the top of his head. 

“Did you know,” Mike begins, gesturing ahead of them, “That a few more feet in that direction and we’re not in Hawkins anymore?” El doesn’t say anything is response. She knows that Mike knows she is more than aware of the eastern border of Hawkins. Each time they visited Steve’s cottage, they drove past the large green sign that read: Now Leaving Hawkins. 

“Mike,” she says quietly after a moment of silence, “Why did you—” Her words get caught in her throat as Mike turns to look at her, the expression on his face one she barely recognizes—anxious, eager, hopeful. His bottom lip is quivering as he intertwines his hand with hers. 

“El, I love you.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, the smell of peppermint gum filling what little space there is between them. 

“I love you too,” she sighs, eyes closed as she settles closer into the crook of his arm. 

“I thought this spot could become another one of ours,” he says, speaking quietly. 

“Oh?” El chances a glance up at him. She’s unsure what’s going to happen next and she has to consciously stop her knees from shaking.

“Will you come with me, El?” Mike asks, squeezing her hand gently, “Will you move to the city with me?” 

“Is that what you want?” she whispers against his shoulder and hears Mike laugh gently in reply.

“Of course,” he assures her, “But only if you want it to.” 

“I do,” El smiles and pushes herself ever so slightly upwards to kiss his cheek. “Love you, Mike.” 

My Experience at Columbine...

So I went to Columbine a week or two ago, I was feeling very anxious and I was excited because I like making people happy. I had promised all my followers on tumblr that I would get photos for them and any custom photos they wanted I would deliver.

Well today was the day to deliver, I was at the memorial at the South-Eastern edge of Clement Park. It was nothing out of the ordinary because I’ve lived in Littleton my entire life, I’ve seen this memorial a lot! But, something was different about it, it wasn’t how I usually saw it and it wasn’t necessarily how I usually felt. I knew all about these kids, all 13 life stories, each one had something different about them. While I passed along each memorial I planted a kiss on each one. Everytime I did I felt a little chill down my spine, sort of from excitement like I had done something good. The way you feel when you give the homeless money or take them out to lunch or something. I didn’t read each memorial because I was being rushed by my friend to go to the school, she had to be home of course right when we left. I promised each kid that I would read them as soon as I got home and that’s exactly what I did.

But…this was different, when I was leaving the memorial it felt like a child was pulling on my leg begging me to stay, to play for a little, I knew I had to hurry but I told my friend to move on with out me so I could stay a little because that’s what I felt I should do. So, I sat on the sidewalk where it looked right over the memorial, I could see each one and I could see the mountains in the distance, pure beauty.

I talked a little, I talked about my day and I talked about school, you know the usual, how I was, what my name is, how old I am, and what I want to be in life. Then I sat there for 15 minutes with out knowing, it was like someone was talking to me, I didn’t know what they were saying but I sat there in silence for 15 minutes listening to whatever it was I  was being told, although I couldn’t hear it, I felt I wasn’t alone. My friend had come back at this point because I had spent so long with out walking to the school from the memorial. I agreed to move on and said goodbye, I swore I had heard someone say goodbye in the distance, could’ve just been my head messing with me, but this time I felt it was okay to go.

Walking to the highschool I became very anxious and excited again, I was finally going to get some of the pictures I had promised! I couldn’t help myself, I was practically jumping up and down, weary of my camera, I didn’t want to break it.

Getting to the highschool was exciting, I reached it from the front then walked to the side with the commons on my own. But..something was off, I was no longer anxious and I wasn’t excited, I was silent, I was numb. I took a photo of the entrance of Columbine and moved on, wasn’t too exciting.
I walked from the South entrance to the West side of the school, where the commons was located and where the new library/old library is/was located too. I was still numb, I took a couple photos from various angles of the West entrance before moving on. I stopped in my tracks and looked down the parking lot, smaller than I had expected, easier to navigate where everything was when the incident took place.

I walked to the commons, looked inside and felt anger, I felt it building up inside. I released this by taking photos of everything, why I was feeling anger is something I can’t answer, I don’t know why I felt that way and I don’t know why it occured in this specific area. I looked up, well there was the library…where students had their lives taken from them and where students took their lives, it felt unreal and it was unsettling. I had my friend help me take photos by blocking the light around the camera, I couldn’t enter the school. I was so intrigued by the stairs it was the only thing I took photos of, why the stairs? I still don’t know why.

Walked a couple hundred more feet I was faced with the HOPE Columbine Library Memorial, a memorial built next to the new library. What was left of the old library was just open space, they destroyed the old library and the commons was left with just two floors of nothing.

When I reached the library memorial I felt calm, it was strange how calm I felt. It made me feel like everything was okay, everything was going to be alright. At this time in my life I’m going through tough things, something some kids shouldn’t have to go through.. but going to the memorials really helped me realize that light can only shine in the dark.
I sat there, in silence before taking many photos. My original plan was to take a photo with me in it before going home and photoshopping all the students around me, sort of to imply that they would never be forgotten and they’ll always be here in our hearts and our lives. But, I felt that was kind of tacky so I backed out of that idea.

I then decided to walk down to the parking lot, near where Eric and Dylan parked their cars. Suddenly, almost immediately..I felt anger, I felt sadness, I instantly started hating the world and I was hurting again, I wanted to hurt myself and I wanted to hurt the people who hurt me. But, I started feeling sadness more than anger, this brought me to tears, I was feeling my suicidal thoughts coming out and I was feeling myself hurt and I always push my hurt to the back of my head. I pretend it isn’t there.
Something told me it was okay to talk about it, it was okay and they were going to listen to me so…I spent almost fourty-five minutes (maybe more) talking about these things in the middle of a parking lot. I looked crazy and my friend had left to walk around some more so I could have a moment to myself. I felt support. I felt like someone had their hand on my shoulder and they were telling me it was okay.

I spoke about my suicidal thoughts, why I have them, and why I didn’t want help for them. I explained how everything in my life was turning upside down, how everything wasn’t right and how life isn’t perfect and how much I hated it. I spoke about everything that was on my mind, anything that came up, anything that I hated about myself. I heard a soft voice tell me it was okay, no one was around me it might’ve just been in my head. I felt better, I felt things were going to be okay. I had felt like someone was telling me that it’s not worth it, losing your life isn’t worth it, death is not worth it. I needed to be happy, I needed to cheer up and I needed to realize things aren’t always better when you’re gone, people will miss you; people will ask questions.

I will never forget how Columbine saved me, no one was there and I hadn’t actually spoken to anyone, it was me and nature. I will never forget how I had spoken about all of my feelings and how I felt a hand on my shoulder and someone telling me it was okay, everything was okay and things are going to get better.
Not everyone will believe my experience, not everyone believes that something so simple like this can change someone, but it did. I haven’t felt suicidal thoughts since, everyone has their ups and downs and everyone needs help sometimes. Don’t decline someone’s invitation to help you. I got my help even if it was from someone who wasn’t around anymore, even it was from just my head playing tricks with me. I felt loved in that moment, I felt cared for, I will never forget what happened on that day.

Arriving in Egypt

By Erin Peters

Today I travel for the first time to the famous city established by the emperor Hadrian in Middle Egypt, now next to the small modern village of Sheikh Abada. After meeting the car to drive to the site, we pull into familiar and infamous grid-lock Cairo traffic—it is a quick jolt to returning to Egypt after a period of three years away. The cars and mini-buses with all their decorations look the same, and the horns and shouts in Arabic sound the same and remind me of past visits to the lively city where I spent time in 2011 and 2013. During this trip, however, the aim is to get directly to the site, so after making it through the road block, we emerge on the comparatively quiet desert road for the four-and-a-half-hour drive south.

On the desert road from Cairo to Sheikh Abada

Sheikh Abada is located on the east bank of the Nile River and forms the modern Nile edge of a huge archaeological site you can see sprawling to the east (right) of the strip of buildings at the Nile.

Google satellite image of modern Sheikh Abada and the remains of ancient Antinoupolis

The village is home to approximately seven major families who are primarily farmers. The other main industry of the village is unfortunately the illegal selling of antiquities land for domestic and agricultural reclamation and modern tomb plots. The illegal encroachment of the village makes the mission’s excavation and documentation of the ancient lives of this once resplendent city all the more important.  

View of the eastern edge of the village from antiquities land

Much about this site is new to me because my past field work was very different. In addition to consulting museum collections in Cairo and Alexandria, I completed three rounds of independent spatial analysis at temple complexes in upper Egypt from 2011­–2014, many of which are major tourist sites. Additionally, a number of these complexes have been removed from their original context because of the 1960s UNESCO Campaign to Save the Monuments of Nubia due to the building of the Aswan High Dam, like the temple complex on the island of Philae.

South side of the main temple of Isis at Philae, relocated to Agilkia Island

The temple complex originally at Philae (and now relocated to a nearby island) is one of the primary sites I research because it was added to after Egypt was annexed as a Roman province in 30 BCE by the first Roman emperor Augustus. The main “Egyptian” temple of Isis (with its soaring pylons) was carved with relief decoration depicting Augustus as pharaoh and is one of many temples that ushered in a long tradition in which the Roman emperors took on the role of Egyptian pharaoh.

Imperial cult temple of Augustus at Philae, relocated to Agilkia Island

Fascinatingly, at the same complex, a temple to the imperial cult that looks like a “Roman” podium temple was also built under Augustus. My research uses the archaeological method of spatial analysis to demonstrate that the two seemingly different monuments communicate spatially, combining what we want to separate into different cultures into one functioning sacred landscape.

I was invited to Antinoupolis in part because we have the same thing at Hadrian’s famous city in Egypt. I’m thrilled to get a sense of the site and current work in the ancient city and modern village by joining a large international team this season.


Erin Peters is an assistant curator of science and research at Carnegie Museum of Natural History and is currently in Egypt for an archaeological research study. This blog is part of a series of blog posts she has written while in the field. Check back for more!

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It Is The East and Juliet Is The Sun - la_alta - Riverdale (TV 2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Jug! Don’t you dare let me fall!”

“Trust me, Betts, I won’t let you fall. It’s just like when we were kids. Give me your other hand and walk up the trunk.” Jughead Jones grabbed Betty Cooper’s hands, keeping her steady as she walked up the trunk of the largest silver maple in Riverdale. As she got close, he slid an arm around her waist and settled her at the base of a large branch.

“I got ya. You good?”

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February 14-17, 1967 The 1st and 3d Brigades, 1st Infantry Division conduct Operation TUCSON, a deception operation (prior to the launching of JUNCTION CITY) along the south-eastern edge of War Zone “C” and the northern sector of the Long Nguten secret Zone and the Michelin rubber plantation. In addition to capturing 1,700 tons of rice and 27 tons of salt plus bombs and mines, they killed 13 VC.

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Natural Bridge and a Utah Snowy Landscape (Bryce Canyon National Park) by Mark Stevens
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Here I focused primarily on the rock formation with a little bit extra added on the sides. I felt the arch and the snow, in and around the it, was the primary focus. Nearby hillsides of hoodoos were merely there to draw the person seeing this image back to the snow and arch.

I don’t know if you knew this, but I’m a big map buff. I love collecting images of maps on my computer. So, you can imagine my disappointment when, after an exhaustive search, I found that there weren’t any maps of Glenwood, the continent from the game Tales of Zestiria.

Since I really wanted that map for my collection, I decided to make my own. First I took a bunch of screenshots of the in game world map. Unfortunately, the in game world map only zooms to the potion of the map you selected, plus, part of it is obscured by menus. So I had to edit all the images together and removed the menu overlays to get a complete, obscured map.

Unfortunately, some of the areas near the eastern edges of the map were still covered or incomplete and had to be edited out. And there are some small places where, if you zoom in closely, you can see the seams where I stitched places together or made edits to remove menu icons. But other than that, I think it’s pretty good. I’m really proud of it.

After making it, I thought I might as well share it on here. I hope all the Tales fans out there find it interesting as well.

Tonight! An exciting sky event is occurring that will be quite visible (if it’s not cloudy) with the help of binoculars or telescopes. 

The bright gibbous Moon occults first magnitude Aldebaran for viewers in most of the continental United States and Canada. The unilluminated eastern edge of the Moon moving from west to east will get between us and Aldebaran, hiding the star to begin the occultation. For viewers in New York City the event is predicted to begin at 9:31:53 p.m. the evening of the 19th. Aldebaran will emerge at the bright western side of the lunar disk as the star reappears at 10:43:29 p.m.

Learn more from the Sky Reporter

Image: @nasa

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Sunrise! What a Glorious Sunrise! by Mark Stevens
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An HDR image at Sunset Point in Bryce Canyon National Park. For this image, I took this 5 bracketed images just after the sun had fully crested the horizon. In some earlier images, I’d captured images of the sun but none had that brilliance of lights and lens flare. Thor’s Hammer is amongst the hoodoos in the foreground.

My dad also told me today that when he was little his dad took him to the homeplace where he grew up in Kentucky and it was a log cabin. His dad and him dug in the old garden spot and found some potatoes still growing there, and my dad thought it was magic. I checked our family tree again and the county they lived in was Lawrence County which is on the eastern edge, but that’s all I know. My grandpa’s parents were Oliver and Christine, grandparents were Felix and Trinvilla, she went by Trinnie. I knew they grew up poor and farming but for some reason never did know it was in Eastern KY. I would give five years of my life to have seen that cabin.

The Tangled Webs We Weave - A Rhys Fic

Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
Characters: Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, Amren, The Weaver of the Wood
POV: Rhys
Ship: Feyre/Rhysand
Rating: T
Word Count: 5719
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9446600

Summary: Chapter 20-21 of A Court of Mist and Fury from Rhys’s POV.

The Bone Carver has confirmed Rhys’s suspicions that Feyre could possibly locate the Book of Breathings. And what better way to test this theory than with an object that he hasn’t seen in centuries… held by one of the most dangerous beings in all of Prythian.

Comments: This idea was requested by Emily in my comments on Ao3 awhile ago, and I’ve had it on my list of ideas to write eventually. I think I did more than was originally requested, but I kinda got carried away ^^; In any case, I hope you like it!

A big thanks (as always), to the best tumblr bestie in the whole wide world, @illyriantremors, who I honestly can’t thank enough for all she puts up with in regards to me lol

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Today in Middle-Earth: Frodo and Sam continue their scramble over the rocky terrain (March 17th, 3019 T.A.).

 It was difficult and dangerous moving in the night in the pathless land; but slowly and with much stumbling the two hobbits toiled on hour by hour northward along the eastern edge of the stony valley. When a grey light crept back over the western heights, long after day had opened in the lands beyond, they went into hiding again and slept a little, turn by turn. 

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The Mandalorian Wars:

The Mandalorian Wars was the term given to the sixteen years of conflict between the Mandalorian warrior culture and the Galactic Republic that began in 3976 BBY with the Battle of Althir. Occurring two decades after the end of the Great Sith War, the Mandalorian Wars spanned almost two decades themselves, though historians often disagreed on the endpoints of the conflict; the Mandalorians raided star systems in the Outer Rim Territories for over a decade before they actually came into conflict with the Republic Military in 3965 BBY. Led by Mandalore the Ultimate, who pioneered the Neo-Crusader movement with the help of his lieutenant, Cassus Fett, the Mandalorians conquered systems along the eastern edge of the galaxy. Though their conquests included the near-extinction of the Cathar species, it was not until their assaults on worlds near the planet Taris that they drew the Republic’s attention. After a year of small conflicts known as the False War, the Mandalorians broke through the Republic’s lines and besieged Taris in 3963 BBY, and then invaded the Republic through three separate corridors in what became known as the Onslaught.

The tide ultimately turned when a group of interventionist Jedi known as the Revanchists, led by the charismatic Revan and his friend Malak, joined the Republic Military in combating the Mandalorians. A tactical genius, Revan won several victories against the Mandalorians and began to reclaim lost territory, prompting Supreme Chancellor Tol Cressa to appoint him Supreme Commander in 3962 BBY. Driving back the Mandalorians, Revan forced a final showdown with Mandalore the Ultimate at the Battle of Malachor V in 3960 BBY. Revan personally defeated Mandalore in single combat as the Republic and Mandalorian fleets battled above Malachor V, and the activation of the superweapon known as the Mass Shadow Generator devastated both the planet and the participating fleets.


The Mandalorian Wars had long-reaching consequences: Revan forced the defeated Mandalorians to disarm and hid Mandalore’s Mask, the symbol of their leadership, and both he and Malak were turned to the dark side of the Force while investigating the Sith influence that had caused Mandalore to go to war. Many of the soldiers and Jedi who followed Revan in the Mandalorian Wars joined the two new Dark Lords of the Sith as they formed their own Sith Empire and invaded the Republic in a subsequent conflict known as the Jedi Civil War.